#park seonghwa fanfic

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The Thing About Pretty Boys

❝ You’re convinced that pretty boy Seonghwa could never fuck anyone stupid. He decides to prove you wrong. ❞

PAIRING: park seonghwa x female reader

GENRE: friends to lovers au, smut

WORD COUNT: 4k

WARNINGS: pwp, repressed feelings, overuse of the word pretty (sorry not sorry), seonghwa is HUNG, cock drunk!reader, pussy drunk!seonghwa, mentions of anal, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, multiple creampies, backshots, squirting, dumbification, possessiveness, breeding kink, overstimulation

A/N: this has been long overdue, and i hope you guys like it! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

“There’s no way.”

Your incredulous snort makes Seonghwa pause. He whips his head in your direction, pretty frown pulling down the corners of his mouth. You keep laughing, keeling over until your loose nightshirt starts to hang off one of your shoulders. The way you’re falling over like he said something hilarious is starting to irritate him. Like really fucking bad.

When you finally stop laughing, you notice the deep scowl your friend is directing at you. Even as he's directing a scornful glare at you, he looks unfairly pretty. The thought makes you huff out one last weak laugh. “What? Don’t give me that look.”

His jaw flexes, tongue poking the inside of his cheek. “You believed fucking Mingi when he said the same thing.”

Your nonchalant shrug makes Seonghwa’s eye twitch in annoyance. He’s not offended, not exactly. It’s just the slightest bit irritating that he’s literally in your room, on your bed, alone, and you still can’t think of him in a way he desperately wants you to.

“Because it’s obvious that Mingi knows what he’s doing. Like, you can tell he’s a beast in bed.”

“And what makes you think I’m not?”

It’s weird that he’s so insistent on getting you to believe him. Seonghwa usually doesn’t care about what anyone thinks since he claims to know himself the best, so other people’s opinions don’t really matter. Apparently, he isn’t too different from all the other guys you’ve met. It’s kind of cute.

“I just— Who cares?” You splutter, suddenly feeling flustered with how he’s staring at you so intently.

“Tell me why.”

You nearly recoil in shock at how assertive and dominant Seonghwa sounds. His tone and hard eyes makes something inside you flutter with desire. Taken aback by your own indecent reaction, you clear your throat and avert your eyes back to the paused sex scene out of a movie you can't remember the name of.

If you could go back in time and pick a different movie that hadn’t started this entire thing, you would.

“Fine.” You sigh, willing yourself to calm down. “I just think that most pretty boys aren’t able to fuck anyone stupid. That’s all—it’s nothing personal.”

Oh, but it is.

To Seonghwa, who had pictured you writhing and screaming from pleasure under him way too many times to be considered normal, it’s definitely personal.

“I could fuck you stupid.”

His words hang in the air heavily. You expect him to give you that pretty, nonchalant smile of his and tell you that he’s joking. But he doesn’t. In fact, Seonghwa is looking at you with an unmistakable heat and determination in his gaze that has you feeling like prey.

“Whatever.” You force yourself to choke out a laugh, mind already wandering to what it would be like to fuck such a pretty man.

Seonghwa seems unfazed by your dismissal. He stands up from your bed before kneeling at the edge in front of where you’re sitting. You let out a shocked yelp when he grabs your bare legs and yanks you toward him. His eyes are dark as he gazes up at you like he’s going to devour you.

The heat coming from his hands and just having him nestled between your legs makes your cunt throb. It’s embarrassing how fast you’re getting turned on, but you blame it on the fact that it has everything to do that Seonghwa is just so damn pretty.

“H-Hwa.” You actually fucking whimper, sounding completely needy.

“Gonna let me prove it?” He smirks, hands gently caressing your thighs that are unconsciously spreading for him.

“Fine.” You try to sound like you aren’t already soaking, horny mess. “You have to hurry, though. Sannie’s gonna be back soon.”

Seonghwa nearly growls at the mention of your clingy roommate. He trails his hands up the soft skin of your thighs and grips the edges on your panties. You let out a scandalized gasp when he literally rips them off of you. He throws them over his shoulder before flipping up your oversized shirt and exposing your hot cunt to the air.

His groan makes you clench around nothing. Before you can say anything, Seonghwa yanks you forward and smashes his face into your wet pussy. Any and all coherent thoughts are quickly ejected from your mind. You let out a small moan when you feel your friend’s tongue split through your folds, tasting you for the first time.

“Fuck.” Seonghwa moans into your cunt. “I knew you would taste good.”

His words make your brain turn into literal mush because what the fuck? Had he been thinking about what it would be like to eat you out? The mere thought has more juices spilling out of you. Your body’s reaction only spurs Seonghwa on, his hands gripping your thighs tighter and pulling you further on his mouth.

You toss your head back with a moan. All you can feel is his tongue plunging deep inside you. Every time his nose bumps against your throbbing clit, it sends jolt of pleasure up your spine.

“S-Shit, Hwa.” You whimper, hands falling to his messy hair.

Seonghwa smirks into your pussy when you start to tug on his hair. He hums against your leaking hole before latching onto your swollen nub and suckling on it with a lewd slurping sound. Your cries of pleasure sound like music to his ears, and it makes him more determined to have you begging and crying for his cock. Seonghwa is sure your moans would sound even prettier when he’s actually splitting you open with his dick.

“So good.” You mewl as he keeps sucking on your aching bud. “K-Keep doing that.”

Seonghwa starts to plant sloppy kisses on your glistening folds before dragging his tongue up your slit. He repeats the action a few times before he sucks your puffy clit back into his mouth. The sight of your face twisting in pleasure is a sight he’ll never forget. To see the object of his fantasies writhing and shaking from pleasure has his cock straining in his pants, eager to be stuffed into your cunt.

You start to grind your pussy into his face as he keeps licking and fucking you with his tongue. His ravenous movements are like that of a starved man, and soon you feel your abdomen tighten with the need to release.

“I-I think I’m gonna come.” You moan, surprised that he managed to get you so close to an orgasm in such a short amount of time.

Seonghwa groans into your sopping cunt. “Do it, baby. Come all over my tongue. Let me taste you.”

You gasp out his name as a wave of pleasure suddenly washes over you. The tight coil in your stomach snaps as your walls become impossibly tight. Your moan is loud and wanton as you squirt all over your friend’s face.

Seonghwa’s moan sounds animalistic as he presses his tongue flat against your entrance, collecting all your sweet juices and slurping you dry. He’s practically making out with your pussy until there’s none of your addicting cream left to lap up.

“Mhm, baby. You taste so fucking good.”

You’re a trembling mess as he plants gentle kisses on your inner thighs before standing up, your juices covering his chin. The sight of you all fucked out because of him, makes the desire in his gut get more intense.

“Sorry.” You huff out, mind a bit more clear when you see him licking his lips. “I-I’ve– that usually doesn’t happen.”

To be exact, it’s never happened.

“I’ll forgive you.” He sounds sweet as he starts to unbuckle his belt. Seonghwa pulls his shirt off before pulling his pants down until he’s left in only his underwear, impressive bulge standing out. “But only if you do it again—on my cock this time.”

You can’t be mad that he looks so smug because he’s just so fucking pretty. He becomes even more attractive after sliding his underwear off and letting his big cock slap against his lower abdomen. The large organ is intimidatingly long and thick as it throbs and leaks with precum. Your mouth waters, and you can’t be surprised that his cock is a pretty as he is.

Unfortunately, you don’t get to admire it for too long because Seonghwa grabs you and flips you around. You’re propped up on your elbows and knees to support your weight, large shirt bunching at your waist as he arches your back to the angle he wants.

Seonghwa licks his lips as he squeezes and caresses your ass, leaking cock throbbing at the pretty sight of you all ready to get fucked. This is way better than any of his fantasies, and he hopes that this is only the first time of many.

“Such a pretty ass. Maybe you’ll let me fuck it next time.” His sultry voice has you dripping in desperation. “But for now, let’s see how much you can handle, baby.”

A needy, pathetic mewl tumbles out of you as Seonghwa presses his oozing tip against your entrance. He rubs and taps it against your folds, enjoying how you’re desperately rutting your hips back. Just minutes ago you were adamant that he wasn’t capable of getting this sort of reaction.

Your mouth drops open in pleasure when he slowly eases his cock into you. “O-Oh, fuck.” Your moan is weak as your eyes slowly close.

Seonghwa looks down to where his fat cock is pushing into your tightness, stretching you wider than ever before and claiming your pretty cunt as his. The sight is mesmerising, and he can’t stop the deep moan he lets out from it. His cock throbs wildly as he finally bottoms out. You’re so hot and tight that he might actually blow his load before he even gets the chance to fuck you properly.

His cock is hitting your deepest spot, and you let out a wanton moan as you tightly grip your sheets. “Fuck me!”

A carnal desire takes over Seonghwa when he hears your needy cry. He’s never been able to deny you anything, and he doesn’t plan to start now. Immediately, he begins to pummel in and out of you, fucking your sopping cunt roughly. Obscene noises fill the room as his pelvis slams against your ass.

Seonghwa can’t take his eyes off your pretty little pussy and how it swallows his cock so perfectly. His heavy balls are being stained with your arousal as they slap against your puffy clit. He becomes more ravenous with every rough thrust.

“You’re already soaking my cock, baby. I fucking knew you wouldn’t be able to get enough.” He grunts as he grabs your hips, quickly growing obsessed with how you feel around him.

It's true, and you can't deny it. Not that you want to. His cock is stretching you out so good that you can’t think straight.

“So fucking good.” You mewl as you deepen your arch so he can fuck you deeper.

One of Seonghwa’s hands trails down your body to squeeze your ass while the other goes around your waist to rub your sensitive clit. He pounds into you harder, loving the cries and whimpers you’re letting out every time he fucks his cock into your juicy cunt. You’re throwing yourself back on him to meet his thrusts, loving how his big cock splits you open with every snap of his hips.

“Gonna ruin this sweet little pussy so only I fit.” Seonghwa growls, spanking your ass harshly.

His words make you clench on his cock and coat it with more of your cream. You whine and cry out for him, already feeling any thoughts that aren’t about his big dick being fucked out of you. His hips start to snap with a rough precision you claimed he wasn’t capable of, and you wonder how longer it’ll take him to realize that he already proved you wrong.

Seonghwa feels your cunt start to tighten around his cock like it doesn’t want to let go. With the way you’re starting to tremble, he can tell you’re close to falling apart. But he wants to see your face when you do. It’s the thing he’s wanted the most since he met you.

You cry out in protest when Seonghwa abruptly pulls out his hard cock of your pussy. Before you can beg him to put it back in, he’s flipping you on your back. He gently caresses your shaking thighs with a heated gaze. Then, he’s removing the big shirt you have on, dark eyes taking in every inch of your exposed body.

“Hwa.” You plead through a needy mewl. “Don’t tease.”

The look on your face makes his cock throb painfully. You look absolutely fucked out, and to think he hasn’t even made you come yet. Seonghwa licks his lips and teases your soaking entrance with his leaking tip. His smirk is deviant, but so hot that all you can do is buck your hips desperately. Unlike your initial thoughts, your friend doesn’t make you wait.

It’s satisfying how Seonghwa’s jaw snaps open as he watches your pretty pussy slowly get filled with his thick cock. The erotic sight drives him to start fucking into you again. He lets out a deep groan when he sees your cream coat his entire length as you squeeze him tighter than anyone ever has.

Pleasure consumes you and licks up your entire body as Seonghwa pounds his cock into your hot cunt. Your moans turn into loud cries that mix into the lewd squelching coming from where you two are connected when he presses your legs to your chest. The new position allows him to fuck into you deeper than before.

All coherent thoughts are slowly dissipating every time his cock pounds against your sweet spot. A carnal desire takes over and has you begging for more through broken whimpers. “Fuh-Fuck. Fill me up, Hwa.”

The moan Seonghwa lets out is as pretty as he is. Your wanton pleas trigger something primal inside of him, and he feels himself going feral at the thought of breeding you.

“You want my cum, baby?” He coos sweetly, heavy balls slapping against your ass in sync with your wanton moans.

It’s embarrassing how fast you nod, back arching as you feel a wave of pleasure start to consume you. His cock is throbbing inside you, and all you can think about is milking him for all that he’s worth. “Want it so bad!”

“Fuck.” Seonghwa sucks in a sharp breath. “Pretty little pussy’s so tight for me.”

Your filthy moans are quickly stifled when Seonghwa bends down to kiss you. His movements are passionate and desperate, teeth tugging at your bottom lips. It feels like your brain has turned into static with all the euphoric sensations consuming you. All you can focus on is his cock splitting you open and the sounds of your skin slapping against his.

When Seonghwa pulls back, he maintains eye contact. As you stare into his eyes, you can see that they’re filled with an emotion that goes beyond lust and arousal. It makes your heart pound for an entirely different reason. His gentle stare is a great contrast to the rough snap of his hips.

That affectionate look is all it takes for you to squirt all over your friend once again. Your cry is loud as you cover his abdomen with your orgasm.

“Fuck, that’s it, baby. Make a mess all over me.” Seonghwa moans as he watches you go dumb on his cock.

The sight of your pretty face slack with pleasure has him fucking into your cervix savagely. Your cunt is gripping his cock so tightly that it doesn’t take long for him to release his thick load inside you. His thrusts grow sloppy as he starts to fill you with ropes of cum. Your soppy cunt is overflowing with so much of his seed that it bubbles around the base of his cock and leaks down to your ass—a filthy sight Seonghwa will never forget.

You’re both panting as he slowly lets go of your legs. Seonghwa watches you carefully, but doesn’t make a move to pull out of you. He wants to keep you plugged and full of his cum, and by how you slowly wrap your legs around his waist, it seems like you feel the same way.

When you come back to your senses, you nervously lick your lips when you see Seonghwa’s smirk. “What?”

“You’re a squirter?” His words sound teasing.

“N-No.” You pant out, unsure of how to tell him he’s the only one capable of evoking such a reaction from your body.

Apparently, your friend only sees this as another one of your challenges. He caresses your soft thighs as a challenging look crosses his face.

“Do it again.”

Seonghwa starts to move again, his aching cock sliding against your walls with ease as he fucks his cum deeper inside you. He unhooks your legs from his waist so he can place them on his shoulders. From this angle he can see your filthy cunt being split open on his thick cock.

“I can’t.” You manage to moan out, loving how his dick drags against your velvety walls with precision. “God, Hwa. I-It’s too much.”

“You say that, but your pretty little pussy keeps squeezing my cock like it doesn’t want to let go.” He says as his thumb starts to rub slow circles on your throbbing clit. “I’m sure you can squirt for me again if I give you another load, hm?”

Seonghwa’s smirk is cocky when he feels your cunt tighten around him again. He loves how you don’t deny it. In fact, you whine out a quiet more as he continues to fuck you. His thumb is still stimulating your puffy bud as his hips snap into you. Clearly, your friend is enjoying fucking you to the point of delirium. You can’t complain because you’re enjoying it just as much.

“Tight little cunt was made to take my cock.” He grunts as his eyes start to roll to the back of his head.

You can’t fathom how it feels like he knows your body more than you do. His cock keeps ramming against your g-spot, and all you can do is let out moans and mewls of pleasure. You’re sure it won’t be long until you come again.

A ring of white cream surrounds the base of his cock and slowly drips down his balls and on to the sheets. Seonghwa knows you won’t ever be able to forget how good he’s fucked you, and he also knows that he’s potentially ruined you for any other man. Not that he would let you go after feeling your pussy.

“God, baby. Your sweet pussy’s already gonna make me come again.” Seonghwa groans, thrusts becoming tougher and sharper. “Gonna let me come inside again?”

“Yes!” You squeal, already gone dumb again. “Come inside me!”

The overstimulation has lewd and filthy sounds coming out of you, but you can’t help it. Especially not when you look down and see how his big cock is piercing into your tight cunt. You gasp and jolt as he continues to ram into you like you’re nothing more than a hole. Your legs start to tremble as your third orgasm abruptly hits you.

Like the two previous times, your toes curl as you uncontrollably squirt on his cock.

“Such a good girl.” Seonghwa praises you with his pretty smile. “Here’s your reward.”

He slams into you a few more time before he spills his thick seed inside you, filling you to the brim. Your eyes roll back as your pussy contracts around Seonghwa’s pulsing cock. The feeling of his hot cum filling your insides is so fucking good that all you can do is mewl his name weakly and pathetically. It feels like your mind is clouded with a euphoric haze preventing you from thinking straight.

Soon, Seonghwa pulls out of your creamy cunt, his cum dripping out of you and staining the sheets beneath you. His eyes darken at the sight of your sensitive folds covered with his seed. A low growl builds in his chest as he swoops down to smash his lips on to yours. You moan into his mouth as he parts your lips with his tongue to deepen the kiss.

When he pulls away from you, he gives you another lascivious smirk. “We’re not done yet, baby.”

It shouldn’t excite you this much that he’s not done. You’re literally dripping with his cum, but you still want more. His hard, throbbing cock is resting against your sloppy pussy, and you start to gyrate your hips to get him to fuck you again. Maybe you’re already addicted, but it doesn’t matter because Seonghwa seems to feel the exact same way.

A quiet moan rips from your throat when he starts to fuck his cock between your messy lips. You cry out from the sensation, still sensitive from the other orgasms he’s ripped out of you. Slowly and teasingly, Seonghwa drags the tip of his fat cock down to your entrance, moaning when more of his cum seeps out of you. The sight is something he’ll never forget and always try to recreate.

The noises you let out are so cute and needy that they make his cock throb painfully. Seonghwa slowly eases into you for a third time, base of his heavy cock touching your core and big balls resting against your ass. Your pussy is pulsing around him as you leak with your mixed releases.

You can feel Seonghwa’s cock so deep inside you that it’s dizzying and almost comparible to being drunk. Vaguely, you think this is what it must be like to be cockdrunk.

“So fucking pretty. All for me.” Seonghwa groans hotly.

The breath is almost knocked out of you as he drags his dick back before ramming it back into the depths of your wet pussy. He begins to pound into you, the sound of skin on skin quickly filling the room.

Seonghwa stares down at your pretty face while he fucks you into oblivion, making sure to memorize every aspect. From the way your eyes roll into your skull when he spears his big cock into you to how your jaw falls slack so quickly. It’s all for him, and he knows he wouldn’t trade it for anything else in the world.

“S-Seonghwa!” You squeal, toes curling and limbs starting to tremble.

The familiar sensation gets worse as your friend continues to fuck into your guts, stroking your walls with his thick cock. He’s slamming into your sweet spot with a savage like pace that you know it won’t be long before you fall apart again.

“That’s it, baby. Cream all over my cock.” Seonghwa groans as you mewl at his filthy words.

As if his voice and words are a trigger, your body starts to react. His harsh thrusts make you start to convulse, effectively soaking his cock. As if it’s all you’re capable of giving him, you weakly come on his aching dick with a choked moan. Your tits are bouncing with every thrust, body twitching as Seonghwa roughly fucks you through your orgasm.

“Want your cum.” You mewl, and Seonghwa simply begins to fuck you quicker.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’m gonna pump you full until you’re leaking with my cum for days.” Seonghwa promises through possessive growls as he sloppily fucks into your soiled cunt.

Seonghwa suddenly stills deep inside your pussy, spilling his hot seed inside of you. Thick, white ropes of cum paint your walls until it leaves his cock dripping. He nearly slumps on top of you, but then he rolls over and onto his back, taking you with him. His cock stays inside you, keeping you plugged with his many loads.

“How are you feeling?” The soft voice you recognize is back as Seonghwa gently caresses your naked back.

You sigh into his neck, feeling completely sated. “Full.”

His pretty laugh makes you smile, and you can’t help but think that Mingi was right when he told you that thing about pretty boys.

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[mingigoo]

Tattoo || seonghwa (m.)

✰ pairing ⇢ idol! (fem) reader x idol! seonghwa

✰ summary ⇢ After a long tour, seonghwa hurries back to you—but gets to the hotel room while you’re showering. When you step back into the room, seonghwa sees that brand new, huge spine tattoo you just got—and he just can’t take it anymore.

✰ genre/au ⇢ smut, fluff, idol au

✰ warnings/tags ⇢ 18+ minors DNI, unprotected sex, cum shot, seonghwa is whipped, also he definitely has a tattoo kink, hotel sex, secret relationship, this really has no plot its just kinda filth

✰ word count ⇢ 2.0k

✰ taglist ⇢ @atinywhore @jjhmk @yukine-smx @roe-sinning @meowmeowminnie @yeritheloml @y00nzin0 @yesv01 @halesandy @shegotboreddsoo @kangyeosangelic @gayliljoong @sanshineeeeee @kodzukein @baguette-atiny @seokwoosmole @nyeatinyjunkie @juliettechokilo @pockyddalgi @justaqueerbufoin @hwaightme @likexaxdaydream @ssaboala @gtr-skyline-lover @miriamxsworld @daegale @knucklesdeepmingi @naiify @yeoyeoland @arya9111 @mdibby @8tinytings @angelicyeo @wooyoungjpg @lonewolfjinji @asjkdk @charreddonuts @mangishii @yeoyeoland @pink-hwaberry @wooyoluvrr @maru-matt @pearltinyy @loveuwoo @m3chigo @northerngalxy @silverpixiedust23 @interweab @skz1-4-3 (if I missed you please lmk!! bold = can’t tag)

You were desperate.

He curved his hips, arching his back, gripping the chair underneath him. Sweat dripped, his tongue danced, his eyes were shut tight.

He was god-like. You were ready to kneel for him as you watched his eyes darken, his hips snap—the curve of his muscle, his thin, delicate waist. He moved unlike anyone else, as if he were water, fluid—graceful. However, not graceful enough for you not to imagine swallowing him whole.

You couldn't take this anymore.

You shut your phone off, his half-naked body still on the screen before it went black. You tossed it aside on the huge California king bed and stood up straight.

With a sigh, you looked out towards the city. It was sparkling beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, shining like stars in the night. Everything reminded you of him. He’s been gone for ages, months; it was all too much. 

You went into the bathroom of the hotel room you were in, turning on the water, and opting for a cold shower. You desperately needed something to cool your thoughts down—you knew he was coming soon, but you needed to get a grip. 

You felt like a delusional fan—you were, slightly. Even being an idol yourself, you still crazed over your boyfriend as if he were just a figment of your imagination. 

You let the water hit your face as you tried to keep your thoughts in check.

—

After your shower of not-so-clean thoughts, you step back out into the cool air of the hotel room in only a towel, your bare feet flush against the plush carpet. With a quick movement, you went to find clothes in your bag, but you caught a glimpse of a certain black-haired boy on the bed.

His eyes light up, and he jumps off the bed as quickly as possible, tackling you into an embrace. You felt a swell of happiness fill you as he kissed you all over your face, your cheeks, your lips. It was as if he popped right out of your phone—but unlike his unkept stage look, his hair was neatly groomed, his face without makeup, his smile genuine.

“I missed you,” he whispered against your lips, his arms wrapped around your towel-covered waist. His lips met yours once more, a content sigh leaving his breath. 

“I missed you, too,” you smile at him, lifting a hand to rest on his cheek, feeling him lean into your touch. He looked so calm, so clean. But his eyes—oh, they showed exactly his true form. They were fierce, feline-like. He gazed at you with imperativeness, sexiness dripping off of him. 

His hair was begging to be messed up, begging to be gripped. His lips were parted in front of you, his white teeth bared slightly, and all you could think of was how sharp his hips snapped into the air—how you imagined yourself on top of him.

But you had something important to give him—a gift other than yourself. You got him a simple, small necklace with your initial on it. You knew it would cause a sort of commotion around the fandom, as fans would immediately point fingers and come up with ideas. The thought of it made you excited—even to see him wear it would mean the world to you.

You left his embrace despite his grip. “Oh, I have something for you,” you smiled, turning around to get to your bag. “I think you’ll like it. Let me just find it here—”

The air felt colder.

“....What…is that?” he swallowed hard.

“What?” you called over your shoulder as you rummaged through your bag.

He didn't say anything. No, he approached you slowly from behind, drawing a hand down your neck, meeting the top of your towel that was falling off by the second.

“This,” he hummed, in awe. His tone was soft, but his intentions felt sinister.

“Oh?” you smirked, dropping your towel slowly. “I got a tattoo while you were gone,” you whispered, facing away from him as his hot breath danced across your skin. You were about to ask if he liked it, but you could just tell by the way his hand trailed down your neck, down your spine, dancing across the ink that looked like a star falling, shining down your skin. And his hand met the small of your back, the base of your spine, and you shivered.

“Oh, god,” he growled.

“What?” you asked innocently, turning around in his grip, watching that stone-cold, sharp gaze he had on you meet yours. His eyes were sharp, making you think back to the videos of him once again, how he thrust his hips into the air, how you imagined yourself on top of him in the chair, how you wished you couldve licked the sweat off his pretty little face.

You grazed his cheek, trailing your hand down his shoulders, down his stomach—thinking of the way he looked in his stage clothes. He chewed on his lip, his breath hitching, his muscles tensing underneath the thin fabric of his shirt.

“Am I making you nervous, baby?” you hummed, your cold fingers gliding underneath his shirt, feeling him tighten under your touch. You haven't fucked for months, the only company being your own hand, and it was the same for him. You were naked in front of him, his eyes hungrier than you've ever seen them. “You know, I was just thinking about you in the shower, about how sexy you looked on stage….”

He just seethed through his teeth, smiling like an absolute maniac. 

“God, I need you. I..… I need you right now,” he let out a guttural sound, his hands gripping your bare hips, his eyes as dark as the night. “I can't wait any longer.”

Quickly, he pushed you up against the cold window; your back pressed up against it, your exposed chest against him. He tore your mouth apart, digesting you, eating you up, his teeth nibbling at your lips. You fumbled with the hem of his shirt, tugging on it, begging him to part for one second just for you to tear his shirt off. 

You managed to pull the shirt over his head, his muscles rippling against your cold touch. One of his hands found a home tangled in your wet hair, the other wrapping around your body, running down your spine. You shivered, feeling a mixture of pain and pleasure. It all blended together, and you tugged his jeans off as fast as you could.

His breaths quickened as you pulled down his underwear, leaving him exposed to you, his hard-on aching to be relieved by you. He looked at you with desperation; his lips parted as he breathed. You gave him a small smile as you spit on your hand, watching his eyebrows raise as you gripped his cock in your hand. You found pleasure in the way he tossed his head back, the way his veins popped in his neck, his face. How he bit down on his lip to keep him from crying out.

You move your hand in slow, mind-crushing patterns, slow enough to wind him up into insanity. He saw the smirk on your face, and a pained—sex-filled expression filled his own features. He gritted his teeth, baring them like an animal, before gripping your hair and turning you around, slamming your breasts into the cold glass. You let out a moan, giggling slightly. 

“Oh, how I missed your anger issues,” you breathed, your face pressed against the window. His hand met your heat, his fingers curling up into you. One slid through you, causing your breath to hitch.

He pressed his lips against your back, your spine, his tongue licking against the inked skin, gliding over the fallen stars. “Oh, fuck,” he mumbled, his breath tickling the back of your neck. You arched your back against him as he fucked you with his finger, sticking another one in with haste. “Never thought a tattoo would turn me on so bad,” he breathed, pressing another kiss against your skin. “You should get more.”

You let out a chuckle, but your thoughts were cut short as he curled his fingers inside you, letting out a sound that nearly made you cum on the spot. You believe that he felt the same, as he let out a similar sound, his fingers moving faster as his lips sucked on your neck like a damn vampire.

“I need you inside me,” you cried out, his fingers only making you want his dick even more. Your hot breath fogged up the window, your lips leaving streaks against the glass. He slowly pulled his fingers out of you, and through the reflection of the window, you watched him suck on them, savoring your taste, closing his eyes tightly. 

“So…so hot,” his hand danced down your spine, his nails scratching your skin. You arched your back again; he let out a huff of air. “I fucking love your body. I love everything about you,” he moaned, the tip of his cock pressed against your entrance. You tilted your hips slightly, and he slowly entered you, as hard as a rock, feeling the ridges of you as he moved in and out slowly. You cried out, slamming your hands against the glass that overlooked the city. “I needed your body so bad. You have no idea how much I thought about this the whole tour…”

You moaned softly, his name on the tip of your tongue. “Did you jack off to me?” you moaned, tilting your head to the side, seeing the mess of his black hair all over his face, sticking to his skin. “Did you fuck yourself to me? Did you think about how I tasted?” you took in a sharp breath as your words clearly had an influence on him. He pushed in deeper into you, as if it were possible, and you cried out in pleasure. 

It's been so long—so long since you've felt his body move with yours, against yours, inside yours. You felt him pulse within you, your walls tightening against him as you reached your high. You came onto his dick, seeing stars and buildings and lights all around you. You felt like you were falling off the building, crashing. He let out a whimper, a moan, as he felt you tighten, and he pulled out as he came, emptying himself all over your back, on your tattoo. 

He breathed shakily, his cum dripping down your back, the wetness pooling at the base of your thighs. You couldn't breathe. You tried to inhale, but all you smelled was the sweet scent of sex, his sweat, his cologne. He was everything you needed, everything you thought of. He lived in your mind within every moment.

He stepped away to grab the towel you dropped earlier, and gently wiped away at your back. His eyes were trained on you, his breathing steadying.

You turned around, eyes meeting his. He looked beat, his eyelids heavy, his smile lazy. He looked at you like you were the best gift in the world, and his hands rested comfortably on your hips. “I missed you,” he said, again.

You flushed, as if you didn't just get railed over the city. “I know, you said that already.” You studied his face, how his eyebrows relaxed, how he was so content in your arms. You brushed away his sweaty hair, tucking it behind his ears.

“So,” he hummed, resting his head on top of yours, looking out to the city skyline. “Was the tattoo my gift?” he chuckled softly.

You let out a small laugh, smiling up at him. “I mean, no, it felt like more of a gift for me,” you thought back to how he reacted to it—just what you wanted. “But I’m glad you liked it. Makes me want to get them all over my body,” you dragged on, watching his eyes go wild.

With one look that could absolutely kill, he said,

“Don't tempt me with a good time.”

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[bro-atz]

sun's out

in which: you and seonghwa are on a picnic and, well, one thing leads to another.

pair: idol!bf!seonghwa/afab!gf!reader

word count: 1.5k

content: smut, public sex, unprotected sex (REMEMBER TO WRAP UP IRL!), nicknames (baby), some cockwarming, hwa feeds you strawberries, completely consensual!

rated: R | nsfw — minors do not interact

author's note: "for my beautiful partner of five years, maya" — @juyofans 2024; and @yunhoszn also requested to be tagged so here you are babes; also, if you're not imagining this fit while you read, you're not imagining right jsyk

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Since he had a couple days to spare in between schedules, Seonghwa decided to make up all the lost time with you by taking you out on a picnic. He told you to wear your prettiest outfit and “make yourself look nice for him”— as if he had to tell you, but seeing the words on the screen from him made all sorts of shivers run down your spine. So, you did your makeup and hair all pretty, and you wore the cutest little sundress that you had been saving for a special occasion— a white one with strawberries all over it— and matching strappy heels before taking off.

The second you saw Seonghwa at the location he texted you to meet him at, you nearly foamed at the mouth. He, with his flattering, black tank top, wide cut black jeans, and black cowboy hat, was stunning. He was so stunning, in fact, you feared that if you looked right at him, you would go blind.

“Seonghwa!” you greeted from afar as you broke into a light jog to get to him.

You jumped into Seonghwa’s outstretched arms, the man immediately giggling as he twirled you around.

“Hi, baby,” he sighed into your ear. He set you down and held your hands as his eyes scanned you up and down, the tips of his ears starting to turn red as he said, “Look at you dressed up all nice and pretty for me… You make me so happy, you know that?"

A faint blush rose to your cheeks. Before you could even gather words in your head to respond, Seonghwa kissed your cheek and led you over to a large tree where he had spread out a picnic blanket, glasses, a bottle of wine, and a picnic basket.

The two of you sat down and talked in hushed tones while sipping on the white wine Seonghwa had expertly chose for your little picnic date, the two of you laughing, smiling, and enjoying the company. It had been so long since the two of you were able to experience a normal date instead of having to sneak over to the ATEEZ dorm or him over to your apartment— it was truly refreshing.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” you suddenly said, slightly startling the man. “I brought something for us.”

You went on all fours and reached for your bag— you had put it on one of the corners of the picnic blanket to keep it down— and started rummaging through it. You wanted to take polaroid pictures with your boyfriend, and you specifically set it aside to bring it for your date, but it seemed like you left it at home because it was nowhere inside your bag. You cursed under your breath and continued to rifle through your bag as if you would magically produce the camera, but that was obviously not going to happen.

While you struggled, Seonghwa, who was at first interested in what you brought, had shifted his attention elsewhere. You had crossed over in front of him, giving you a nice view of your chest, and his mouth was practically foaming when he realized you weren’t wearing a bra or pasties or anything. Fuck, he was rock hard, and he needed to do something about it fast.

You sat up and were about to complain to him about the fact that you left the polaroid at home when you took a look at his dazed face, confusing you slightly.

“Hwa? What’s wrong?”

“C’mere, baby,” he uttered, his hands patting his lap. “Sit.”

You shifted towards him, your legs on either side and straddling him before you lowered yourself slowly onto his lap, your clothed cunt immediately pressing against his stiff crotch— and that’s when you realized the situation. Your body started warming up when Seonghwa placed his hands on your thighs, his fingers slowly slipping the dress upwards, his hands beginning to pet your thighs.

“Hwa,” you breathed out as you tried to push his hands away. “Not here—”

“Do you know what you’re doing to me, baby?” he purred, his nose brushing against your ear. “There’s no way I can wait. I need you right now.”

His hands slid up the bottom of your dress and cupped your asscheeks before clenching tightly, your hands flying to his shoulders to support yourself as you suppressed every single raunchy noise that threatened to leave your lips. You heard him inhale through his teeth before he bit his lip and gazed at you on his lap with hungry eyes.

“Baby, bite down on this for me,” Seonghwa asked softly as he held up the front of your dress by the hem up to your lips.

You did as he asked, giving you the nicest view of your bare breasts, waistline, and tiny thong which was practically useless as it revealed practically everything. Seonghwa ran his tongue over his lower lip as he stared at your body, his hands quickly working on his belt and pants, his cock springing up the second he pushed his underwear down. Before you could formally protest further, he pushed your barely-there-panties aside and slipped his cock in to your soaking wet pussy.

“Wow, look at that,” he whispered teasingly as he felt you tense up around him. “You want this just as much as I do, baby. You’re so fucking wet.”

Seonghwa’s first swear word of the day made tingles run down your spine. It was true— you desperately wanted him ever since you saw him in the distance with that outfit on and the cowboy hat on his head, but it was the fact that he was going to fuck you in public that scared you.

“Don’t worry, baby. This is private property, and even if people show up, they’ll just think we’re being lovey-dovey as long as you stay quiet…” Seonghwa whispered as he read your mind (God, you loved that he knew you so fucking well). “Unless you want everyone to hear you being fucked like a whore.”

Another wave of tingles surfed over your body, making you grip his shoulders even tighter. Blinking through the blurriness of your eyes, you locked eyes with Seonghwa and saw his flushed cheeks and red ears. Your lips got dangerously close to his, only for him to tease you by briefly brushing his lower lip against yours.

“Baby, open up,” he breathed out.

Hesitantly, you opened your mouth, and instead of Seonghwa kissing you, he grabbed a strawberry from the picnic basket and stuck it in between your teeth. Not going to lie, you were confused as hell first, but when you sunk your teeth into the strawberries, you couldn’t help but want more. And so, with his cock deep inside you, you continued to sit on his lap like a good girl and be his cockwarmer as he fed you strawberries.

While he was feeding you, he didn’t hold the strawberry properly, making strawberry juice drip down your lips and chin, little pink dots covering your exposed chest. Without a second to lose, Seonghwa ran his tongue over the juice on your chest before licking a slow stripe from the center of your chest over your collarbones and up your neck and chin before kissing you, his lips and tongue making the remnants of the strawberries taste even sweeter.

“Hwa,” you whined into his mouth as he kissed you hungrily, your hips antsy as you gyrated them against his.

“I got you, baby.”

His hands cupped the underside of your ass and started assisting you as he bounced you gently on his lap, the contact of your hips against his making low, quiet noises. His nose brushed against your neck as he dropped his head, his breathing getting shallower as you rode him at a steady pace, his hips bucking upwards occasionally.

But that wasn’t enough for neither him nor you. You nearly yelped as he leaned forward, knelt, and sat on his knees, his arms wrapping around your waist. His hat fell backwards when you ran your fingers through his hair and tugged at his roots, bringing his head up to look at you. You pressed your lips against his and hugged him tightly as he moved your body with his own sheer strength, his cock somehow going further and further inside you.

“Fuck, baby,” Seonghwa hissed as he broke off the kiss and hugged you to him. “I’m cumming!”

With that, Seonghwa gave you one final thrust before his cock throbbed inside you, his cum spurting inside you and filling you up. His cock remained inside you as the two of you fought to regain your breath, the stars in your eyes immediately clearing— you were so close, but not quite there, filling you with disappointment.

Your gentleman boyfriend, though, knew that you needed just a little more. He smiled gently at you and left a little kiss on the tip of your nose before saying, “Tell you what, baby. If you can keep my load inside you ’til we get back to the house, I’ll eat you out and fuck you until you can’t walk, okay?”

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[bangtanintotheroom]

Make Me Water (M)(Teaser)

Can you blow my mind?

Set off my whole body

If I give you my time

Can you snatch my soul from me?

🔊 water - tyla; make me - britney spears, g-eazy; the look - ali gatie, kehlani; meeting in my bedroom - silk; tonight - dxvn., daniel di angelo; slidin' - kai and more... 🔊

• Pairing: Seonghwa x (F)Reader

• Genre: Non-Idol!AU, Friends to Lovers, Smut, Fluff

• Rating: 18+

• Words: (teaser) 433

• Summary: The most unexpected topic comes up during a drinking session with your friends, leading to one of them making a rather bold claim. You declare that they’re full of shit and unintentionally make them determined to prove you wrong.

• Warnings/themes: drinking, swearing, explicit sexual content, discussion about inappropriate topics, Seonghwa and his bedroom eyes 😶, Y/N is in for the ride of her life, bickering, making out, body worship, teasing, edging, praise, fingering, squirting (it’s gon be real wet up in here 🗣️💦), dirty talk, oral (f. and m. receiving), hints of come eating, multiple orgasms, creampie, multiple positions, unprotected sex (dooon’t do this), aftercare

• Notes: Well well well, looks like we've got another ATEEZ fic coming up 🤨 Seonghwa has been slowly inching his way into my second bias spot and I've been in the mood for something extra filthy, so here we go! The amount of research I've had to do for this topic is almost embarrassing jcbvosiovbs 💖

• Teaser Notes: Teasers are a WIP and will not fully reflect the final draft, warnings and themes are subject to change. If you want to be tagged when the final draft is released, either leave a reply or shoot me an ask! PLEASE HAVE YOUR AGE PRESENT IN YOUR BIO OR YOU WILL NOT BE TAGGED.

• Taglist: @minttangerines @minisugakoobies @kiestrokes @hyunjinsjeans @firesighgirl @swga-ficrecs

“Why bother telling you when I could just show you?”

Your fingers seemed to lose their grip on the plate, clattering into the sink loudly.

What? He did not just say that.

You turned to gawk at Seonghwa before stuttering, “H-Huh?”

He was nonplussed as he met your eyes, repeating, “I could just prove you wrong. Actions speak louder than words, no?”

Was he fucking serious? Seonghwa offering to show you how he could make you squirt?

“Hwa, you…you’re joking, right?”

“I’m not.”

Judging by the look on his face, he really wasn’t.

Feeling a heat begin to creep up the back of your neck, you tore your gaze away to grab the plate, picking it up and checking to see if it suffered any damage from your slip-up.

“Come on, be for real right now. I can’t do that.”

“You can’t let me touch you or you can’t squirt?”

You almost threw the abused dish back down as your head whipped up to fix him a flustered glare.

“Both! One, we’re friends. Two, I’ve never squirted and I never will.”

Seonghwa gave you an equally stern look, firing back, “We’re both single and it would just be between the two of us. And have you ever even tried?”

“N-No, but—”

“So how would you know?”

You pursed your lips, feeling a wave of frustration mixed with defeat overcoming you. He had a point. He could probably tell by the look on your face that you knew this, yet he didn’t gloat or prod you further. Seonghwa just kept watching you and waiting for your next defense to come out. But it didn’t come for a while as your mind raced with thoughts, coming up with one that threw you off-guard.

Would it really be so bad to say yes?

“There’s still a chance for you to back out, Y/N. It’s your call.”

Seonghwa’s body language was pretty clear in what answer he really wanted to hear. The way he continuously brushed his thumb over your knuckles and looked deep into your eyes let you know how much he was looking forward to this experience.

And yet he still gave you full control over it.

A grateful smile couldn’t help but stretch over your lips as you completely made up your mind. Your palm turned over to still his wandering thumb, scooting closer until your knee touched his own.

Leaning in, you whispered into his ear, “Show me what you can do.”

©bangtanintotheroom, 2024. Do not repost to other sites or copy without permission.

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[hwaslayer]

love you in slow motion (psh) | mini series masterlist

♡ main masterlist ♡

—summary: seonghwa will go through hell and back for you, as long as he can continue to see that smile on your face. because to him, that smile feels like a rainbow after the rain, the warmth of the sun on a winter day. because to him, you’re more than just his bestfriend—you’re love. even though everyone seems to see that except you.

—pairing: park seonghwa x f!reader

—genre: (18+ - minors dni) bestfriends to lovers | fluff, angst, smut

—general warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, unprotected/protected sex, alcohol consumption, bar/club scenes, insecurity, jealousy - additional warnings will be posted for each chapter.

—release: april 20, 2024

♡ spotify playlist ♡

one: pichu

two: tbd

three: tbd

four: tbd

five: tbd

six: tbd

#seonghwa fanfic #seonghwa series #park seonghwa fanfic #park seonghwa series #seonghwa x reader #park seonghwa x reader #ateez imagines #ateez series #ateez fanfic #kpop imagines #seonghwa smut #seonghwa fluff #seonghwa angst #park seonghwa smut #park seonghwa fluff #park seonghwa angst #ateez ff #hwaslayer: love you in slow motion

[cheollipop]

imagine lazy night with seonghwa watching a movie while ur head is in his lap and him gently massaging it... THIS COULD BE SOFT BUT IT COULD ALSO GO THE OTHER WAY🫣

the movie gets too boring and reader starts getting needy so they pleasure seonghwa and seonghwa does it in return too🤗

btw i love ur work🩷🫶

hi anonnie!! thank you so much ahhh I'm really glad you enjoy reading my fics ^^ <3 I hope you like this one too~~

nsfw under cut—minors dni!!

seonghwa pawed at the couch, his palm slapping against with the soft cushions in search of the remote, fingers circling the device and hurriedly pressing the 'volume down' button. soft pants and frantic shuffling – previously masked by the movie playing in the background – now freely resounded in the living room. a gentle thumb ran over seonghwa's eyebrow to will his eyes open, deep brown glimmering back at you through hooded lids, his mouth parting as heavy exhales blew over your chin.

you adjusted your position, digging your knees further into the couch beside seonghwa's hips and plastering your torso to his, leaning forward to slot your parted lips together. teeth, spit, and hot breathing—it was barely a kiss, your lips meeting and separating as you fervently held on to each other. seonghwa's arms circled your waist, guiding your movements over him, rolling his head back when your clothed pussy glided over the hard outline of his cock, twitching and leaking precum over the inside of his boxers.

one of his hands slipped down to your ass, his biceps flexing as he began moving you over his bulge, "fuuuck, just like that, love," his eyes fluttered shut, fingers grabbing a fistful of your covered ass. "so good for me," he pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth where a line of drool was beginning to slip out.

"hwa... hwa..." you repeated, an echoed whisper of his name interrupted by airy moans. your clit caught on his cockhead with every roll of your hips, sending warm waves of pleasure through your body and driving you to seek more. more kisses, more skin, more seonghwa. more, more, more. until your back was arching and your chest pushed into his, tucking your face into the crook of his neck while you reduced to a spasming, moaning mess in seonghwa's arms.

one hand still squeezing the flesh of your ass, guiding you over his shaft until your orgasm left you with a subtle tingling in your gut, the other moved up your spine to cover the nape of your neck. he twisted his head to press a kiss to your temple, whispering over the heated skin, "just a little more, yeah? can my pretty girl take it?"

you nodded, face tucked into seonghwa's neck while you braved through the overstimulation, slowly moving yourself over his cock and reveling in the tight groans elicited from above. "want hwa to cum in his pants, just like I did," you muttered, sensing the fingers around your nape tighten slightly.

"whatever my sweetheart wants," he cooed, voice tight.

with another kiss to the side of your head, he maneuvered you over his cock, breathy moans blowing over the shell of your ear as seonghwa used your clothed cunt, his thighs trembling under you while easy praise rolled off his tongue—a blend of 'good girl,' 'you take me so well,' 'feel so good,' and 'just a little longer' making you sink your teeth into his covered shoulder.

you could tell he was about to cum when the deep baritone of his voice cracked, desperate whines reverberating in the dim room as he held your weight down over his throbbing cock, shooting ropes of hot cum into his pants. his body shuddered under you, his fingers tangling in the hair at your nape to pull you off his shoulder, a pool of saliva darkening the material of his shirt. you felt like you could come again at the mere sight of him—plush lips parted and eyes glazed over, glassy with tears. his chest rose and fell with uneven breaths while he took you in, all fucked out and docile in his lap, a pool of cum staining his grey sweatpants under you, his cock twitching under you as it emptied that last of his load between the soft fabric and his skin.

wrapping your arms around him, your head fell onto his shoulder and your lips on his neck, peppering tender pecks over the heated skin. seonghwa didn't complain about the mess in his pants, content to simply have you in his arms, smiling to himself when a soft snore startled him away from the movie he was watching over your shoulder.

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[whatudowhennooneseesyou]

𝓢𝓸𝓯𝓽𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻: 𝓟𝓵𝓾𝓼𝓱

Content Includes: Sub!Seonghwa x Mommy!gn reader, needy sex, nipple play, a fuck ton of it (fondling, biting, sucking etc), lotus position, kissing, praise, subspace, grinding, cockwarming, unprotected sex, 18+

Word Count: 980

Requested By: @ddeonghwassimp

‘Seonghwa…you okay?’ 

Your hands stroked Seonghwa’s soft, long hair as he settled himself on your chest, a soft hum of contentment vibrated through your chest as Seonghwa’s eyes fluttered shut. 

‘Mmmm, just tired…really tired’. 

It was more than that, Seonghwa looked burnt out and his energy was flat, he wasn’t just physically tired but emotionally depleted. 

‘You can fall asleep if you want too precious, it’s late…I’ll be here when you wake up’.

The tone of your voice was soft, calm and nurturing as you continuously stroked your hand through his hair and rubbed his back. 

Seonghwa’s body started to relax and loosen above you and it brought you relief, letting out a sigh of contentment as his body heat was making you sleepy and your mind drifted off. 

‘Mmmm…mmhhmmm’ 

Muffled whines and whimpers brought you back into the present and the brushing of Seonghwa’s hair was tickling your skin, feeling his mouth warm and hot against your chest. 

‘What’s wrong precious?, aren’t you comfortable?’

His fingers ran hastily up your sides, burying his face into your tank top and nuzzling as he rutted his hips into the sheets, his moans becoming more whiney and frequent. 

‘I don’t want to sleep, I want more…’

A simple tilt of his chin and Seonghwa stared up at you with blown out pupils and hazy eyes, his brow furrowed and his bottom lip pouty. 

‘Ohh precious…’ 

You deliberately shifted your voice into a more authoritative tone, one that you knew Seonghwa needed and he wasn’t ready to admit it yet. 

‘You want to suck Mommy’s tits?’ 

Frantic nodding and the feeling of nimble fingers sliding your singlet up was the response you were looking for, smirking as you saw Seonghwa’s hips wiggle in excitement and his eyes sparkle in anticipation. 

‘Yes, Mommy…please, that would feel soooo good’. 

You gently grabbed Seonghwa’s hand, maintaining eye contact with him as you pressed gentle pecks over the tips of his fingers and his knuckles. 

‘Go on then…’

You placed his hand on your clothed breast and smiled gently at Seonghwa, giving him permission by nodding your head. 

‘Take what you need’. 

His reaction was almost instantaneous as Seonghwa made small squeaks and hums of excitement as he pulled your singlet, exposing yourself to him. 

‘Hmmmm’ 

Seonghwa groaned in ecstasy as his tongue swirled across your left nipple, wrapping his mouth around the bud and sucking harshly. 

‘Good…ahh! Good boy’ 

You praised in an attentive voice and enjoyed watching his lashes flutter, his face relax in relief and his body enter into a blissful state. 

‘My gorgeous and special boy looks so pretty sucking on Mommy’s tits right now, let the day fade away my love and let Mommy make you feel good’. 

‘Mmmm, Mommy’ 

Seonghwa whined out before releasing your right nipple with a loud POP as he tucked his chin into your chest, staring at you with glassy eyes, a wet mouth and drool on his chin. 

‘Don’t say that…I’m already so hard for you…I won’t be able to calm down’. 

‘Who said anything about calming down precious?’ 

Seonghwa’s whine was heavenly when you lifted your hips up and grinded against him, admiring his flushed cheeks and his pouty lip. 

‘You can fuck me if you want too baby, Mommy wants to please you and help you forget about your day’. 

A wet kiss was firmly planted on your lips, Seonghwa’s sighs and hums causing your body to shiver in anticipation from his touch. 

‘Thank you Mommy, thank you…you’re so good to me…’m always hard for you’ 

The stars were in your favour that day when the weather was hot enough for you to wear a skirt, making the undressing process very easy with Seonghwa hastily pulling your panties down and off your legs. 

A soft giggle left your chest as you admired how focused Seonghwa was looking, it was almost like he was on a mission to fuck you in his state of submission. 

You beamed at him with shining love and helped Seonghwa pull himself on top of you, cradling his face and stroking his cheeks with your thumbs. 

‘How do you want me precious?’ 

‘On top, want Mommy to ride me’. 

Seonghwa hurriedly rolled over to his front and the ruffling of clothes being removed were heard amongst the silence, finishing with both of you being nude and his back against the headboard. 

‘Just sit there for me baby’ You cooed at Seonghwa as you began to straddle him, finding yourself in a make-shift lotus position. 

He was so hard. You were so warm. 

You weren’t aiming to finish, you just wanted to cherish the time of Seonghwa being in such a needy state when he’s had a bad day. 

But fuck, your body and mind was drowning in heat when you looked down to see Seonghwha in an absolute fucked and needy state of wreck. 

Glassy eyes, hair dampened to his forehead, reddened cheeks and mouth wet with drool as he was completely entranced by watching your tits bounce in his face, fingers dipping into your hips as he grinded his hips against yours. 

‘Mommy has the best tits’ He murmured, his mind content in a far-away place. 

‘’M a good boy for Mommy…Mommy’s good boy…’

The sex was intimate, quiet and filled with care as your praise and reassurance carried Seonghwa to his release, finishing with a whimper of your name. 

‘There we go mmm? You did so well’ 

A messy kiss was pressed to Seonghwa’s forehead, smirking at his whines and hums when you ran your hands up his shoulders, feeling his hips still under yours. 

‘I’m going to clean us up now’ 

Seonghwa’s hands clutched firmly on your hips, gasping as you grinded over his sensitive and overstimulated cock. 

‘No…’ He let out a frustrated whine, lip pouting and brow scrunching. 

‘It feels so good, Mommy stay more?’ 

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Airhead

Pairing- Seonghwa x Named Reader

Word count- 11k

Includes- Oral, pussy eating, blow job, deep throating, cum eating, missionary (sort of), cock riding, dirty talk, squirting, multiple orgasms, Hongjoong is an annoying but amazing friend, fluff

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J POV

I watch Seonghwa's face morph from a blank look to one that finally gets what Wooyoung is saying

And I just wonder how someone, especially a mechanic, can be so dumb

Seriously, Seonghwa is gorgeous and so hot but he's a complete airhead

He's Hongjoong's roommate

Hongjoong is my best friend

Therefore I see Seonghwa a lot and yeah he's gorgeous, but I could never be with him

He always has a dumb look on his face, is always the last to get anything the guys say, everything has to be explained to him, even jokes

He's also a complete player

Always fucking girl after girl, even when I'm at the apartment with Hongjoong

He does seem like an animal in bed though

He's what people would call a male version of a bimbo

Hot, dumb and likes sex

I mean he's nice and all and he'd be good for a fuck but to date?

I'd lose way too many brain cells that I need

So I just oogle him then roll my eyes when he's acting dumb

"Be nice", Hongjoong whispers in my ear

"I am. I'm not saying anything"

"Stop rolling your eyes at him. He'll see then I'm gonna have to spend ten minutes dodging his questions of why you don't seem to like him"

I sigh, trying not to roll my eyes again

That's another thing

Seonghwa somehow got in his head that I don't like him

I don't know why

I'm not outright mean to him

I'm nice, I don't make him feel bad for being stupid, I don't roll my eyes when I speak to him and he says dumb things

I have some conversation with him

Simple ones

But he has it in his head that I don't like him and no matter how many times Hongjoong assures him I do he just doesn't believe it for some reason

I mean he's not my bestie or whatever but he's a friend

"C'mon Jo, cut the eye rolling out. It's not nice"

I huff, "I can't help it sometimes. I don't even know I'm doing it"

"Sure"

"I don't!", I protest

It's true

It's just like a habit and sometimes I do it without knowing

"Yeah ok Jo"

"Whatever", I answer

"That's the spirit", he says sarcastically

"If you two are quite done arguing", San interjects, "Were all ready to leave for the club"

I roll my eyes again

Purposely

"Yeah we're done", Hongjoong answers

"Honestly you two argue like an old married couple", Yeosang says

"Yeah. You two should date with the amount of times you argue", Wooyoung laughs

"Yeah no thanks", I answer

Hongjoong and I actually tried dating a few years ago

It did not work out and we decided to stay just friends

The sex was good though and we have been known to fuck now and again

He's good in bed but not a good boyfriend

For me anyway

And apparently I wasn't a good girlfriend for him

It's fine, while he can be a jerk, he's my best friend, we're there for each other for anything and we love each other

Platonically

"Absolutely not", Hongjoong shakes his head, "I can't deal with that all the time"

"That? I'm a that?", I snap

"When you're acting like a nut yeah you're a that"

I narrow my eyes at him

What a jerk

"As if you're so easy to fucking deal with"

"I'm a peach compared to you", he snorts

"Yeah a soft rotten peach", I scowl

"Alright children", Yunho says loudly, "Back to your corners for now. We're leaving"

Some of the guys stand up and start leaving the restaurant

Standing up, I catch Seonghwa's look on his face

He's looking down and slight upset

Wonder if he's ok

I shrug it off as he stands up, his head lifting, catching my gaze

He smiles, which knocks the breath out of me, then turns and follows Wooyoung

My god he's hot and that smile is gorgeous

But it's just looks, no substance

Sad

"Let's go you nut", Hongjoong nudges me

"Sure thing peach", I say sarcastically

"Hey, be nice or I'll leave you here"

"You would never", I threaten

"Try me", he snorts as we leave the restaurant, "You can get an Uber there"

"You jerk!"

"Oh god what now?", Wooyoung whines

"I'm about to leave her here", Hongjoong grumbles

"He wouldn't dare!", I exclaim

"How would she get to the club?", San asks

"She has Uber", Hongjoong answers

"Stop being a jerk Hongjoong! You started it!"

"Uh, I uh...I can take you. To the club", Seonghwa's voice intervenes

I turn my attention to him, where he's standing next to Jongho, his hands in his pockets

"If you want", he says, "If he's being mean. You can come with me"

"I am not being mean!", Hongjoong yells

"Yeah ok", I tell Seonghwa

Hongjoong is being annoying and I know if I get in his car we're just going to be arguing all the way to the club

It'll be a total mood killer

"What! Joanne!", Hongjoong exclaims

"I'm going with Hwa", I tell him, glaring

"You know what? Fine!", he yells, then looks at Seonghwa, "Good fucking luck. She's your problem now"

"Fuck you!", I shout as he walks to his car

"It's ok Jo", Seonghwa says, suddenly right next to me, "He's just being a jerk. You know he would never leave you here alone"

I know this but why does he have to start shit?

"C'mon Jo. My car's this way"

I glare in the direction of Hongjoong's car then follow Seonghwa to his

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"Give me a shot of vodka!", I yell at the bartender over the loud club music, "And a margarita!"

It's so fucking crowded here

As soon as we got here the guys dispersed

I'm ignoring Hongjoong

Jongho is holding down the couches we were able to get

Yeosang, Yunho and Mingi are dancing

Wooyoung and San are looking for girls to fuck

Yunho is at one of the bars trying to get drinks

And I have no clue where Seonghwa went off to

The ride here was pleasant

Seonghwa didn't say much, just kept the music on which mellowed me out a bit after the argument with my idiot best friend

It was nice

When we got here we met up with the guys then he disappeared

I went to the bathroom and now I'm here waiting for drinks

My feet hurt already in these heels

I'm not a heel person

I'm not really a club person either but I go because the guys want to

It's an excuse to dress slutty and drink so it's not all bad

I stand off to the side of the bar waiting for my drinks when a guy appears next to me, squeezing his way in

Rude

He shouts some order to the bartender then of course looks around him and spots me

Great

His eyes widen and he smirks

Here we go

"Hi", he shouts

"No", I yell, shaking my head

I'm so not in the mood to entertain a drunk

I'm not looking to fuck tonight either

He leans closer, "You're really pretty"

I move my head back, the smell of alcohol invading my nose

"Thanks but no", I answer

"No? You're not dressed like it's a no"

Of course

Typical idiot guy

He smirks, his fingers flicking the chains that are holding my shirt together

"Nice tits"

"Fuck off", I growl

His hand tugs on one of the chains on my skirt, "These could be fun"

Yeah if I choke the life from him with it

I step back, making some space between us

"Fuck off", I repeat

He just laughs, his hand reaching out to touch me again

Suddenly a hand grabs his, stopping him inches from my skin

"Do not touch her", a voice growls dangerously

I look up, shocked to see Seonghwa

And man, he looks pissed

He pushes the guy's hand away, standing slightly in front of me, "Fuck off or I'll make you fuck off"

I gape at the hard look on Seonghwa's face

He looks like he's going to fuck this guy up

The guy snorts, "What are you going to do?"

Seonghwa steps up to him, right in his face

Seonghwa is tall so he towers over the guy

"Try to touch her and fucking find out", he threatens

Not gonna lie, this is kinda hot

Of course leave it to me to find this alpha male shit attractive

Well..maybe it's just attractive on Seonghwa

"And who the fuck are you?", the guy snarls

"She's with me. Back off"

Seonghwa and the guy glare at one another, neither backing down

I really hope there's not a fight

I don't want Seonghwa to get hurt

Although my money is on him, this guy could land a punch or two

"Hey, what's going on?", a guy shouts coming over to the one who tried to hit on me

"He's threatening to kick my ass", he drunk guy snorts, his friend looking over at Seonghwa

"If you touch her again, I will", Seonghwa snarls

The friend looks at the drunk guy sighing, "Again Hyuk? What the fuck man? Why are you always going after someone's girl?"

Apparently he does this often

"She was here alone man"

"Obviously not", his friend rolls his eyes

The friend looks at Seonghwa, "Look I'm sorry. He's a fucking idiot"

"He touched her", Seonghwa growls, "Twice and tried for a third after she backed away. He's lucky I didn't break his fucking fingers"

Holy shit

I've never seen Seonghwa like this, never heard him speak like this

Come to think of it, I haven't seen him angry before

But right now, the rage is radiating off him

"I hear you", the friend says, "I'm really sorry. I'll keep him away"

"Yeah do that"

The friend pulls the drunk guy away, who whines that he didn't get his drink yet

"You don't need more, you fuckwad. You were almost killed, you idiot"

They disappear and Seonghwa turns around to me, his body still tense

"Are you ok?", he asks worriedly

"Yeah Hwa. I'm fine", I nod, "Thanks. For helping"

He nods, "Of course. I wouldn't let anyone hurt you"

I raise my eyebrow at that but it's sweet and yeah it melts my cold heart a little

"Thanks", I smile

He gives me a soft one then asks, "Did you get your drink?"

I shake my head then glance at the bar

"Bartender didn't even make it yet. I think he forgot about me"

"I'll get it for you", he says but I shake my head

"Nah it's ok. After that idiot I'm not too keen on getting drunk right now"

He nods, "Yeah ok. Do you wanna go back to the seats?"

I shake my head

I don't want to sit and watch people

"Would you uh....maybe ...wanna dance?", he asks shyly

"Me?", I ask surprised

He nods

Why the hell not?

We're at a club after all

"Yeah Hwa ok"

He slowly reaches for my hand, taking it

I squeeze his reassuringly, smiling at him

He smiles his beautiful smile, then tugs my hand, leading me to the dance floor

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It's so hot here and I'm sweating so much

But fuck, I'm not stopping

Seonghwa is a fucking amazing dancer

We started out dancing with space between us but as the time went by we got closer and closer

Now my arms are around his neck, his are around my waist, one of his hands on my ass as we grind into each other

His black hair is so sweaty, sticking to his forehead, looking so fucking hot

There are bodies all around us, bumping into us but it's like it's just the two of us in the room

Girls have tried to cut in, wanting to dance with him but he just shakes his head and keeps his hold on me tighter

I'm given dirty look after dirty look but I just smirk at them

There is this one girl though that keeps trying

I think she's like his go to dance partner or something

Maybe a fuck buddy but I've never seen her before

She keeps getting rejected but doesn't get the hint

Another airhead

But whatever, Seonghwa's still dancing with me and that's all that matters

Turning in his arms, he pulls me closer to him, my ass against his dick

His hard dick

I just smirk and keep on dancing

His hand stays on my hip, his other sliding up my body, moving under the chains that hold my shirt together, in between my boobs

I don't know why I'm letting him touch me like this but I am

I like it, his warm hand against my skin, his head next to mine, his breath on my shoulder

God, I'm so turned on

The song changes as we dance and I get lost in my own world with Seonghwa

But then his hand disappears from my hip and I feel him moving away from me

His hand leaves my shirt and I turn around to see that girl tugging him away, pouting

"My turn", she shouts to him but he shakes his head

She doesn't let up, moving her arms around his neck, pressing her body to him while he tries to pry her off him and move away

Rage like I never felt before hits me hard

Is this what he was feeling when that loser tried to touch me because if so, I understand why he was so pissed

I move fast, grabbing her arm and pulling her off him

I get between them, pushing him back behind me, yelling, "Back the fuck off!"

"He's mine!", she shouts

Oh god, is she delusional?

"He said no"

"He's always with me until your skanky ass came! Go away"

I shake my head, the anger building, "He said no. Fuck off"

He shook his head so many times, he rejected her so many times, what doesn't she get?

And her throwing herself at him is just pathetic

She narrows her eyes and the next thing I know she shoves me backward

I teeter back in my heels, Seonghwa catching me before I fall and helping me back upright

"Jagi, you ok?", he asks but I don't answer

I'm furious

Straightening up, I pull my arm back and punch the girl right in the center of her face

Pain runs up my arm but the satisfying sight of her falling down and screaming makes it better

Fucking bitch doesn't know who she's fucking with

If she thinks she's gonna shove me and nothing's gonna happen to her she has another thing coming

She's a crying heap on the floor, blood running from her nose but I'm not done

I start moving towards her, when Seonghwa grabs my hand, pulling me back to him

"Don't Jo. It's ok. I'm ok. Just come with me. Please"

I hesitate, glaring at the girl, torn between beating the crap out of her or listening to Seonghwa

Seonghwa tilts my face to him, the worry in his eyes snapping out of my rage

"Please, come with me"

I nod, relief blooming on his face

He tugs me away and I follow him

We pass the guys at the couches, one of the bars and we make it outside of the club

We move to the side of the club where other people who were already let in are taking a break

"Are you ok?", he asks, turning to me

I raise my eyebrow, "Uh, yeah. Are you? She kinda just sexually harassed you"

"I'm fine. Shit like that happens all the time"

It does?

That has to be so annoying

"Well I'm sorry for that. And uh sorry if she's like your girlfriend or something. I just got mad when she wouldn't stop after you said no"

"She's not anything to me. Just a girl that frequents the clubs I go to. I dance with her sometimes but that's all"

"You don't fuck her?"

He shakes his head, "She seems.... unhinged and I know adding sex to it will just make her crazy"

Yeah no shit

"Thanks for defending me", he says, smiling shyly, "It was kinda hot"

I burst out laughing, "Yeah well I felt the same when you did it"

His smile widens although his cheeks do turn a cute shade of pink

Huh, Seonghwa blushing

Never thought I'd see that

"Do you wanna go back inside?", he asks after a few minutes

I shake my head, "That kinda killed the vibe. I think I'll call an Uber and go home"

"I'll take you", he says softly

I want him too but I'm not gonna be selfish

It's still kinda early and he can go have more fun with the guys

"Nah, it's ok. You don't have to cut your night short because of me. You go have fun, I'll find a way home. Don't worry"

He shakes his head, "It's not cutting anything short. I want to. It's really not a problem. Ok?"

He's looking at me with a small encouraging smile on his face and I give in

"Ok but only if you want to"

"I do", he says, nodding

"Ok"

"Great", he smiles wider, "I'll go get your jacket and bag. I'll be right back"

I'm about to protest and tell him I can get it but he's already gone

I don't know what's happening but this is the most time I've ever spent with Seonghwa and I'm realizing I may have a little crush on the airhead

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His car pulls up to my apartment building, putting the car in park

"Thanks for doing this. You didn't have to"

"Anytime", he says, glancing over at me

The whole ride home was quiet again, with music but I couldn't concentrate

The only thing I kept asking myself was if I was gonna ask him to come in with me or not

And I decided I'm asking

If nothing else, then maybe I can experience the animal I hear when he's fucking and I'm at their apartment

"You wanna come with me?", I ask

He bites his lip, "I do but is that what you want? I don't want you to ask because you feel you have to. It's cool"

I shake my head, shocked at how sweet he is, "It's what I want Hwa. I wouldn't ask if it wasn't what I want. I don't do the pity thing"

"Yeah I should of known", he chuckles, "I'll park the car if you wanna wait in the lobby?"

I shake my head, "I'll stay here with you. We'll go together"

"Ok", he answers

He finds a spot a few spaces down and I'm flabbergasted

"How did you get this spot so easily? Hongjoong has to circle around and around to find a spot"

"Just lucky, I guess", he shrugs

He parks and we get out

Once he's near me, I take his hand and lead him to the building

The wall and elevator ride is quiet, as is when we first get into my apartment

"So basically this is the living room. Kitchen is there", I point, "Bathroom is second door on the right in the hall and my bedroom is at the end of the hall"

"It's nice", he says, looking around

"Thanks", I answer, putting my jacket away in the coat closet

I kick the heels off into the closet too, it feeling so fucking good when my feet sink into the carpet

No more pain

"You can put your jacket and sneakers in here", I tell him

He nods doing just that, then comes to stand in front of me

And cue the awkward silence

I don't know where to look, so I settle on the carpet between us

After a minute, his hand moves, tugging on the chains on my shirt

Well this shirt is popular

"Are you gonna stop teasing me now?", he says softly

My eyes snap to his, wondering what he's talking about

His fingers pull the chain through one of the loops of the shirt, undoing it

"Are you gonna stop showing me what I can't have when you wear clothes like this?"

Wait what?

The chain is pulled through another loop then another

"Are you finally gonna let me have you?"

My mind is blanking as his fingers move the chain through the shirt

I had no idea he even thought about me at all, let alone wanted to fuck me

"I know what you think of me", he says, "You think I'm dumb, I'm a player, an airhead"

How the fuck does he know that?

I have never said anything like that to him and I know Hongjoong would never tell him I think of him like that

"Maybe I am but I promise you, I can fuck you so good, make you cum so hard that I'll be the only one you want in between you legs from now on"

Holy shit

My knees are shaky and I'm so turned on, my panties soaked

He's fucking sexy as fuck

"So are you gonna stop driving me fucking crazy and let me show you I can be everything you want?"

I look at him, his eyes swirling with desire, lust, confidence and affection

Affection?

What?

"Are you?", he whispers

"Yes", I tell him, wanting him so much

He smiles then his lips are against mine, kissing me wildly

My body burns with fire from his lips, shooting to every nerve, my head spinning

I grab onto his shirt to keep myself steady as his arms move around me, pressing me against him

I kiss him back eagerly, his tongue slipping in and playing with mine as I moan in his mouth

His hands slide down to my ass, lifting me up

I lock my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist as I plunge my fingers in his soft hair, kissing him desperately

He breaks the kiss, immediately walking toward the hallway and in the direction of my room

He gently places me on the bed, moving on top of me

He grabs the chain and pulls it through the final loops of the shirt then tossed it away

He moves his hands to my hips and very slowly slides them up, my skin trembling under his fingers

He gets to my shirt, moving it open, his eyes on my boobs, biting his lip

He squeezes softly, his hands cool against my hot skin

"Fuck", he whispers, "After all that teasing, they're so much better than I imagined"

"Imagined?", I ask

He nods, "I wanted you from the first time I saw you"

What?

That was like five years ago

"And every time you wore an outfit like tonight's you drove me fucking insane"

He leans down, pressing kisses in between my boobs, his lips leaving fire in every fucking cell, lighting my entire body up

"But you never paid attention to me", he says, kissing all over my boob, getting closer and closer to my nipple and driving me crazy, "I was ok with it at first. I didn't know you and it wasn't anything more than sexual attraction"

I'm hanging on every word, while desperately wanting him to get his mouth on my nipple

But he doesn't, instead switching to my other boob, kissing it and making me whimper

"But once I got to know you, I hated it. I just wanted you to notice me"

"I did", I moan, "I did"

Of course I noticed him

He's flawless

"Not the way I wanted you to", he murmurs, now kissing my neck, his hands still around my boobs, "You thought I was hot. Like every other girl does. That wasn't what I wanted. I wanted you to see me"

I honestly have no idea about any of this

I don't think Hongjoong even knows this

"And when you did notice me, I knew you thought I was dumb. A hot dumb man whore"

Well he's not wrong

But if that's how he acts then what am I supposed to think?

"What...what did you want me to notice you as?", I ask, his kisses so fucking good

"I can't tell you", he says

I stop him from kissing me, lifting his face to mine

"Tell me", I ask softly

He looks so vulnerable, so unsure and it's shocking me to my core

I've never seen him like this

He looks away as he mutters, "I want you to see me like someone you'd want to be with. Like a boyfriend"

Before tonight I'd say there's no way

That I can't be with someone who's clueless like him

But that was before he protected me, defended me, before he was sweet to me, before he went out of his way to take me home, before he made sure I was comfortable with him coming in

Before I became jealous of that girl who was touching him

And as I look at him I realize I really like him

And I'm all for seeing where this goes with him

"I do Hwa", I whisper, "I do now"

He hesitates, "Are you sure?"

"Hey", I say softly, "I don't do the pity thing remember?"

He nods slowly

"I do see you that way Seonghwa"

"Yeah?"

"Yes", I confirm

He nods, "I'll show you I can be what you want Jo"

I shake my head, "No Hwa, just be you. I don't want you to be anything other than yourself"

He smiles, "I can do that"

"Good baby"

With that, I pull him closer, kissing his soft beautiful lips, melting against him

His lips move from mine to my neck and down, leaving a trail of hot kisses behind

His mouth finally moves around my nipple, sucking softly on it

My body arches into his, moaning loudly, my fingers sliding in his hair

He sucks for awhile, then switches, licking my other nipple before sucking too, pleasure running up my spine

Fuck his mouth is so good

When he finally pulls away, I manage to sit up on my knees, shrugging the rest of my shirt off and throwing it off my bed

I grab him by his shirt and pull him to me, my lips crashing against his

I seriously cannot get enough of kissing him

He kisses me back as I start undoing the buttons of his black button down shirt

I move my fingers as fast as I can but it's not fast enough for me

When there's like three buttons left, I just grab both sides and pull them apart, the buttons popping off and clinking in the room, swallowing the moan he lets out

I'll fix his shirt tomorrow, I'll buy him another one, I'll do whatever, I don't care, I just want it off

Pushing it off his broad shoulders, I toss it with my shirt, then leaving his beautiful lips, I press kisses against his neck

"Fuck baby", he whines as I move my arms around him and press myself as close to him as I can, his soft skin against mine

His arms move around me, holding me while my hands explore the expanse of his back, his muscles rippling under my fingers

Fuck, it feels good

I continue trailing my kisses over his shoulders and all over his chest, wanting to kiss every inch of his perfect skin

As I kiss him, I slide my hands around to the front of him, my fingers trailing all over his chiseled abs

Jesus Christ, it feels like they were carved into him

I shamelessly feel him up then move my hands down to his belt, undoing it

I manage to get his jeans open before he moves me on my back again, his hands pulling down my skirt and panties as he kisses my neck

Once they're off, his lips trail down my body, kissing as much of my skin as he can

I close my eyes, whimpering and breathing hard from how good it feels

His arm moves around my waist, lifting me up as his free hand pushes my legs open

When he gets between my legs, I feel his wet tongue lick up my pussy slowly, pleasure making me gasp

Oh fuck

His tongue speeds up, licking fast, switching between using his whole tongue and just the tip

My god, he's good at eating pussy

He slides his tongue up, rolling it over my clit and can't help but cry out in bliss

It feels fucking amazing

His tongue stays there, flicking faster and faster, my legs shaking, watching him eat me out

He looks like he's actually enjoying himself, content between my legs

And he looks so fucking hot there too

His mouth moves around my clit sucking once then lavishing more licks

So good

"Hwa", I whimper and he lets out a loud moan, his eyes closing, as his tongue keeps moving

"Say it again", he pleads in between licks, "Please, say my name again"

"Hwa", I repeat, lost in the pleasure his tongue is giving me

He groans into me, his free hand digging into my thigh as his tongue moves faster than I thought he could go

He drops his tongue down, sliding it in my hole, my mind blanking from how incredible it feels

"Hwa", I cry, my hand burying in his hair, pushing his face into my cunt as much as possible

He tongue fucks me fast, making me wetter and wetter every second, bringing me closer and closer, my pussy clenching around his tongue with each thrust inside

His tongue is fucking magical

My hips move on their own, grinding into his mouth as intense pleasure washes over me

"Seonghwa!", I yell, coming around his tongue, pulsing around it, my fingers twisting in his hair

He moans so loudly, tongue not stopping as he pumps it in and out of me

As my orgasm finishes, Seonghwa licks up my pussy, his mouth wrapping around my clit and sucking hard, throwing me right back into intense bliss

"Seonghwa! Oh fuck, Seonghwa"

"Mmm jagi, fuck, love this little swollen throbbing clit", he murmurs, "So fucking good to suck on"

I pant hard, his words turning me on even more

"God jagi, you're making me so hard", he groans, "Can't wait to fuck this tiny pussy open"

"Seonghwa", I moan, moving my hips, fucking his face as he keeps his tongue against my clit while he sucks, ecstacy plowing through me

His free hand travels up my body softly, his fingers making heat burst in every single cell

I can't help watching him, watch his jaw move as he's sucks and it's so fucking erotic

His eyes slowly move up to mine, meeting my gaze and holding it

His mouth doesn't stop, slurping on my clit as he looks at me

His eyes hypnotize me, I'm falling into their beautiful brown color

I brush the hair out of his face, keeping a hold on it as his mouth brings me right there, his fingers softly grazing the skin on my side

"Seonghwa", I whimper, closing my eyes as my orgasm wracks through my body

His mouth sucks harder, my body arching from the bed, crying his name louder, the pleasure shutting my mind off

It's so fucking good, better than good

As it passes, Seonghwa let's go of my clit and licks along my cunt, moaning into me, "Tastes so fucking good jagi. Fuck, so sweet, fuck"

It registers that he likes the way I taste and that's surprising

And completely hot

His tongue stops and he moves up on his knees

"Can I fuck you now?", he asks softly, "Please, I need to be inside you"

My eyes widen in shock at the pleading in his voice and all I can do is nod

He stands, getting his jeans and boxers down, then gets back on the bed before I can see his dick

Grabbing my legs, he pushes them till my knees are at my chest, then he holds onto my ankles, pushing the rest of my legs up

Moving closer to me, his cock pushes inside

"Oh oh fuck", I moan as he slides in slowly, his cock stretching me out, the pleasure so acute

My god he has a big dick

A big fat dick

I feel every inch that he pushes into me, my cunt taking him eagerly, sucking him in

"Oh my fucking god", he moans loudly, "Oh my god, baby. So good. Fuck. Fuck...so ngl...fffff"

I know exactly how he feels

He keeps going until he bottoms out, so deep in my pussy, his fat head right against my spot

My cunt squeezes his cock so hard, the pretty sounds coming from his mouth, so loud

"My god, how do you feel this good?", he whimpers, keeping himself inside me, "Fuck, it's never felt that good going inside a pussy before. Jesus, you have to be the tightest cunt I've ever been inside of"

I mean he is the biggest I've ever taken

Hongjoong is pretty big but I think Seonghwa is bigger

There was some room with Hongjoong

There's absolutely no room with Seonghwa, with him barely fitting inside, his cock touching all the right places

"I'm gonna move baby, ok?"

I nod, so anxious to feel him more, "Please"

His cock drags out of me, shivers running up my spine from the bliss

He thrusts back in slowly but hits so deep inside, smashing my spot right away

"Fff...fuck", I whimper, holding onto the sheets

He pulls out again then in, then out, then in, moving a touch faster with each stroke

The bliss running through me is fucking amazing, an intensity I've never felt before

He's going in so deep, it's like I can feel him in my stomach and I fucking love it

"Feels so good jagi", he groans, his grip on my ankles tightening, "Pretty tight little pussy feels so fucking good"

His hips slam into me, the pleasure taking over my entire body

"Seonghwa", I whimper, feeling so good

"Yeah baby fuck, say my name", he groans, "Fuck, I love hearing you say my name"

He pulls my legs down, over his, leaning back on his hand, his hips thrusting faster, splitting my pussy on his fat cock

I have a clear view of him and it's like watching a fucking angel

His body slightly arches as he's still on his knees, his head tilted back, eyes closed, mouth slightly open, moaning so beautifully

His body is covered in a light sheen of sweat, defining his muscles, his free hand holding my hip hard as he fucks into me

I feel my cunt get soaked with every move of his cock, getting closer

I'm surprised

Only one guy has ever made me cum with just his dick

Hongjoong

But it seems that Seonghwa has that skill too

My cunt pulses quickly around his hard dick, his moans so loud

"Fuck, you got so tight. Gonna cum?", he asks

"Yes", I cry, my hands twisting in my sheets

His hips move faster, fucking me right into the intense orgasm

"Seonghwa!", I cry, pleasure slamming into me hard, taking my breath away

His cock keeps moving into me, right into my spot, keeping me in bliss as I repeat his name over and over

"Fuck, you're so fucking gorgeous when you cum", he murmurs

I look up, seeing him watching me, his tongue poking out from the side of his lip

It's so stupidly hot

When the pleasure leaves my body, I sit up, moving off his cock

Before he can do anything, his cock is in my mouth and I'm sucking hard around him

"Shit", he groans, "Fuck...fuck"

His other hand moves behind him, leaning back on both hands and I feel his eyes on me, knowing he's watching

My hand wraps around the part of his cock not in my mouth, jerking him off in time with my sucking

His dick is so big, so thick, so heavy, filling my mouth to the brim

He's also so hard making him incredibly easy to suck on

Pulling off his dick, I lick from his base to his head, listening to the pretty sounds coming from his mouth

I run my tongue over his slit, licking up the cum that he's leaking, moaning at how good he tastes

Wrapping my mouth around his head, I suck over and over, moving down his thick length

His cock throbs in my mouth as I play on his dick, my hand moving up and down quickly

"Oh god", he cries, one of his hands moving in my hair, holding on

Removing my hand, I push down more on his dick, determined to deep throat him

I can do it to Hongjoong, I can do it to him too

Holding onto his hips, I slowly take him in an inch at a time, stopping to get used to him as he goes in deeper

His cock hits the back of my throat, slipping in just a little, tears springing to my eyes

I choke around his dick, spit sliding down the rest of his shaft while I get my throat under control

"Shit jagi, are you ok?", he asks, trying to pull back

I keep him in place, nodding to answer him

When my throat is relaxed, I continue my descent down his cock, breathing in through my nose as his length moves into my throat more and more

And he's just moaning loudly, panting hard, making me smile inside

He's not the only one who's good at sex

Finally, I bottom him out, sucking softly, getting used to him deep in my throat before I begin moving

"Fuck baby", he pants, "Fuck, you're so fucking insane. Nnnn.. no one has ever been able to deep throat me"

I look up at him, smirking around his dick

"God, you look so pretty with my dick in your mouth", he murmurs, his eyes full of desire, "So fucking pretty"

I smile to myself, getting ready to move

I slip up his cock about half way, then surge down, taking all of him in my throat again

"Fuck!", he shouts, his thighs shaking and I take that as my cue to start moving

Bobbing up and down his cock, I feel every inch gliding in and out of my mouth, the sensation surprisingly pleasurable for me

Obviously it's pleasurable for him as he's shouting his head off in bliss

"Fuck baby, fuck, your mouth is so good", he moans, his fingers tightening in my hair, "Fuck, never been blown this good before. Fuck, don't stop"

I'm definitely not, moving faster along his dick, sucking and swallowing a few times every time I bury him in my throat

I love his cock in my mouth, I love the sounds he's making, I love the way his hand is pulling my hair

"I...I can't...I can't last", he whines, "Fuck, it's too good. Gonna make me blow my load so quickly. Fuck"

I move desperately on his dick, wanting nothing more than to swallow his cum

"I'm coming. Fuck...should I get out?", he cries

To answer, I bottom him out in my throat, sucking hard on his length

"Fuck! Joanne, fuck!", he yells, his fat cock throbbing in my mouth, cum shooting down my throat

I swallow over and over, his cum tasting so good

Fuck, I could suck his cock everyday if he'd let me

When he finishes, I start to pull him out of my mouth when he stops me

"No baby, please. Suck my dick more", he begs

Not gonna lie, that's a little weird

In my experience, a guy doesn't want to be sucked on after he cums

It's too sensitive for them

Guess not for Seonghwa or he powers through it until it feels good again

Still, I blow him, changing between deepthroat bobs, swallows and sucking

Slowly his cock gets hard in my mouth again and I go at it harder, his dick like a big fat lollipop

Once he's hard, he tugs on my hair, gently pulling me off him

"I need to be inside you again", he whimpers

Yes please

I move over him, pushing him on his back, my lips against his soft ones

His hands move into my hair, holding on, kissing me back just as eagerly

Moving my hand between us, I move his dick to my entrance and sink down on him

"Mmmmmm", he moans in my mouth as I slide down his cock, feeling his length open me up so pleasurably

I bottom him out, groaning against his lips, his head nestled snuggly against my spot

I move my hips, rocking on him, rubbing my spot on his head

His hands slide down my back, his fingers leaving heat in every cell, stopping at my hips, helping me move on him

My pussy clenches around his fat dick so hard with every rock, pleasure running up my spine

I still can't believe how good he feels

How it feels like he's made for me, made to be inside me

Breaking the kiss, I sit up, getting ready to ride him

His eyes slowly move from my hips up my body to my face, his eyes gazing into mine

"You're so fucking beautiful", he whispers, "Perfect"

I feel my face flush as I shyly tell him, "You're beautiful too Hwa"

His cheeks blush as he smiles softly

I move my hands from his shoulders down to his chest and lower to his abs

Leaning on him, I slide up this dick to his head then sink back down, clenching his cock purposely over and over as I bottom him out

"Oh fuck", he gapes, watching me bounce on him, "How...how is your pussy....squeezing again and again?"

I smirk at him, "I like sex too Hwa. I'm good at it just like you"

He nods, panting, "You are. Fuck. Feels so good"

He's right about that

He feels so good, his cock so good to bounce on, so good to squeeze, his dick going so deep inside me, hitting my spot every time

"Hwa", I moan, closing my eyes and bouncing harder, grinding on his cock every time I take him back in

My mind is shutting off, my head in the clouds from the bliss he's giving me

"So pretty", he whines, "You're so fucking gorgeous, riding my cock so hard. Fuck, I don't want to leave your pussy"

"Don't wanna get off your cock", I whimper, keeping a hard steady pace, his rock hard cock bringing me closer with each bounce

"Fuck, you're gonna cum", he groans, "I...I'm gonna cum too. I can't...I can't last another of your orgasms. Feels too good"

It feels too good?

Seriously?

Mind blown

"Wher-"

"In my pussy", I whimper, my eyes opening and landing on his, "Cum in my pussy"

He nods, his hands helping me bounce on him

It's so hot in here, I'm covered in sweat but I can't stop

He feels too fucking amazing

I move my hands behind me, leaning on his legs as I fuck his cock right into my orgasm

I scream his name as pure ecstasy slams into me, my vision turning white as I squirt all over him

I feel myself gush all over his dick, his lap, my brain turning off as I ride it out on his cock

"Yes fuck. So pretty", he gasps, "Pretty squirting pussy. Fuck, soak my cock baby"

He thrusts up into me, fucking me as his cock throbs hard inside me

"I'm coming", he shouts, sheathing his cock inside me, "I'm coming in your pussy! Fuck Joanne! Fuck!"

I force myself to focus on him, watching him

He's fucking ethereal

He's so sweaty, his hair, his body, glistening all over him

His head pressed back into the bed, eyes closed, mouth slightly open as he moans, pleasure all over this face

Simply stunning

His warm sticky cum shoots deep inside me and it feels so good

I squeeze his cock over and over, milking him for all of it

His body shakes as he finishes, then goes limp on the bed, his muscular chest rising quickly

I kiss his cheek, then move off of him

"One..minute", he breathes, trying to catch his breath

"Yeah Hwa", I answer, "I'll be right back"

I go to the bathroom to clean up and use it

When I finish, I grab a hand towel and wet it, then go back to my room

He's still laying in the same spot, his breathing normal, his eyes still closed

Sitting next to him, I use the towel to clean him cause I kinda left a mess all over his lap

His eyes open slowly, murmuring a thank you

I run my fingers in his hair, smiling and telling him not to worry about it

He smiles back, then slowly sits up

"I should go", he says quietly

Yes he should

However, I don't want him too

I want to know if what he was saying before was true

If he really wants me to see him like a boyfriend

If he really wants to be with me

That's not a conversation for now, it's one for tomorrow

I also want to know what it's like to sleep in his arms

"Don't go Hwa", I say softly, his eyes moving to mine, surprise in them, "Stay with me tonight"

"Are...are you sure?", he asks hesitantly

I nod, "I'm sure. If that's what you want"

"It is", he says shyly, "So much"

"Ok", I smile, "It's late, I think I'm gonna sleep"

"Ok. Me too", he answers

I give him one of my pillows, him laying it next to mine

We get under the covers and I waste no time in turning my body to his, laying my head on his shoulder, my face nuzzling in his neck and cuddling into him, his skin so soft and smooth

His arms immediately move around me, snuggling into me too, holding me tightly

"Night Hwa"

"Night Jo"

I close my eyes, feeling so comfortable in his arms and I know I'm gonna have a great night's sleep

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I wake up, groggily opening my eyes

And I notice I'm alone in my bed

Sitting up, I look for Seonghwa but he's not in my room

Did he really leave?

I can't help the pang of disappointment hitting my chest

After the things he said last night, I assumed he wanted to..date

And I actually was excited for that, especially after spending time with him all last night before we came to my apartment

Although he could of also just said those things to get in my pants

If that was the reason then he succeeded

And it sucks

Or he could have work

It's a Sunday though and I don't know if his mechanic shop is open on Sundays

I sigh, getting up and putting on some PJs

Grabbing my phone, I check it on the way to the bathroom

Nothing

No messages from him

After using the bathroom, I head to my kitchen, trying to decide if I should text him or not

Hear his reasons for bailing while I was asleep

Walking into my kitchen, I look up at the "good morning" I hear

Seonghwa is setting my little kitchen table with plates and breakfast foods, wearing just his boxers

I pinch my arm to make sure I'm awake and this isn't a dream

"You do realize you have absolutely no food here right? I couldn't cook anything and had to order instead"

"I ...uh...didn't get to go shopping yet", I answer, dumbfounded that he's still here and apparently wanted to make breakfast for me

No guy had ever done that before

"Really?", he teases

I blush, "Ok ok. I can't cook for shit. I just buy snacks and food to heat up. And order out"

He chuckles, shaking his head, "I'll cook for you then"

I raise my eyebrows as my brain penetrates his words, making my heart beat faster at what they imply

"Are you hungry? Wanna eat?", he asks

I nod, sitting down, still dumbfounded this is happening

I take a look at the table and he got so much- waffles, eggs, bacon, toast, donuts, bagels, cream cheese, muffins

And in front of my plate is a mug of tea

"How did you-", I start, pointing at the mug

"Hongjoong", he says, blushing, "He complains how you never drink coffee but make your tea like it's coffee"

I roll my eyes, "He's so annoying"

"I agree", he nods

We both get the food we want and start to eat in silence

He keeps looking at me nervously and I'm doing the same thing, not knowing how to bring up last night

He does a little cough and I look up, meeting his gaze

"So uh...about last night", he says softly, hope in his eyes

"I mean what I said", I answer, "I see you as someone I want to be with Hwa. If that's what you want?"

He nods, "It is. So much. I...I really like you"

I smile, reaching out for his hand and he takes mine, "I really like you too Hwa"

"Yeah?", he asks, shyly

I nod, "Yeah"

"Ok"

"Ok", he smiles

We go back to eating, still holding hands and honestly I'm happy

"So can I ask you something?", I ask

He nods, "Yeah"

"How....how are you being so different? You're not acting like...you usually do. You didn't all last night either"

I'm pretty sure he's not dumb like he seems

So is it an act?

Or does he just have dumb moments?

"You mean like an airhead?"

I blush hard, so ashamed I thought of him like that

"I'm sorry Hwa-"

"It's ok jagi. I know why you thought like that. I can act like an airhead sometimes"

"But you're not?", I question

He laughs, "No baby"

"But then why are you so clueless when the guys are talking to you?"

It's not an act is it?

"Jagi, have you heard their conversations? They're so dumb. Half the time I'm not listening and that's why I need them to explain what's going on"

Oh, I get it

He's tuning them out

"That's why you're the last to get a joke or whatever. You're not listening"

"Exactly"

It makes so much sense now

I've only even seen Seonghwa with the guys, never alone like now

That's why he's different with me

He's just being himself now

"I get it. I tune them out too especially when they get into one of their stupid arguments", I reply

He nods, "Yeah, sometimes I just have no patience for it. I just get off of work and I'm tired and they're arguing over if the puffy Cheetos are better than the crunchy ones. Just eat the damn Cheetos"

I burst out laughing

He's so funny

"Yeah but fyi", I say through laughter, "Puffs are better"

"I agree. I just don't want to argue about it all the time"

"Yeah I get it", I answer, "So what are you thinking about when you're spacing out?"

"Honestly?", he asks

I nod

"You"

I almost choke on the tea I just sipped but manage to get it down the right pipe

"Me?", I gape

He nods, "Yeah Jo. I would either be looking at you or thinking about how I could get you to change your mind about me"

That's so...baffling

I had no idea he thought that much about me of all people

"If you wanted me to think differently then why did you act like you were dumb?"

He shrugs, "Girls like a hot dumb guy. It's easy to get laid if I act that way. At first all I wanted was to fuck you. That's how I always got girls before and I thought it'd work on you"

Ok that's offensive but he's not wrong

Girls do love a hot dumb guy to fuck

Even I thought he'd be a good fuck

"It didn't work on you and honestly that intrigued me a little", he continues, "But after I...fell for you...I regretted portraying myself like that. I would try to think of ways to get you to see me differently without you thinking I was a dumb guy trying to get you to see me differently"

I understand what he's saying but now I'm wondering something

"So was...last night...at the club...an act?"

He shakes his head vehemently, "No jagi. I..I offered to take you to the club because you were fighting with Joong. And not for nothing, you both are stubborn and would have continued arguing if you went with him. I decided to kinda be the referee and let you two calm down"

He made a good call

Hongjoong and I would of kept going

We don't argue much but when we do it's like a war

"And at the club, I was looking for you. Hongjoong is usually the one who watches out for you but you two were annoyed at each other and when you weren't with Jongho, I maybe kinda panicked a little", he explains, his cheeks so pink, "When I saw that guy touch you, fuck Jo, I saw red. And when you moved away and he did it again? I ran as fast as I could to get to you. I swear Jo, I've never been that angry in my life. I was ready to kill him"

"I know Hwa. I saw you. I don't think I've ever seen you angry before. It was surprising"

"I...I didn't scare you did I?"

I shake my head, "No baby, you didn't"

He breathes out in relief, "Ok jagi"

"And the dancing?", I ask, smirking at him

"I always wanted to dance with you jagi but I was scared to ask. Last night, it just fell in my lap and I would regret not asking you", he tells me, "Did...do you like dancing with me?"

"Loved it Hwa", I assure him, "You're so sexy baby, I get why girls fawn all over you"

He shakes his head, "I don't care about other girls Jo. You're the only one I want to fawn over me. To see me"

"Well, it's lucky you're mine then", I tell him, squeezing his hand

He raises our hands, kissing the back of mine, nodding, "You have no idea how much I know how lucky I am to have you"

"Oh stop Hwa", I blush

He smiles, shaking his head, "It's true Jo. You're kinda my dream girl. I never thought I'd ever have a shot with you"

"Why would you think that?", I ask, "All you had to do was talk to me"

"Yeah well, you made me nervous. I haven't felt this way for anyone before and I was worried I'd fuck up"

"Well you did pretty good last night", I tease, "All that smooth talking when we got back here"

Remembering him asking me if I was gonna stop teasing him sends shivers down my back

He chuckles, "No smooth talking jagi. Just honestly asking questions"

I get up and sit in his lap, moving my arms around his neck, his arms moving around my waist

"Well I'm glad you asked those questions"

He laughs, "You have no idea how glad I am too baby"

"Now I know"

He nods, moving one of his hands, cupping my face

He leans towards me, his soft perfect lips against mine, kissing me sweetly

I fall into his kiss, my fingers playing with the ends of his hair, his big hands on my back, holding me against him

The kiss turns heated after a bit, his dick getting hard under me, making me smile against his lips

I move my hips, rocking on his dick, a pretty moan coming from him

His hands grab my ass, helping me move against him

It feels good and I'm lost in pleasure when I hear, "Joanne? Where are you? Are you he- what the fuck?"

Seonghwa and I break the kiss, both of us turning to the doorway, Hongjoong standing there complete shock on his face

"What's...uh...going on?", he asks, raising his eyebrows

"Obviously I'm kissing Seonghwa", I answer

"Yeah but...why?"

"Because he's my boyfriend"

"What now?", he asks, his eyes widening

"I'm her boyfriend", he repeats

"But you think he's stupid", Hongjoong blurts

I roll my eyes, "I know he's not"

"You know she's.... difficult?", he tells Seonghwa

What the fuck is his problem?

Why is he saying stupid shit?

"She's really not. You just annoy her"

"She annoys me too!"

"Joongie!", I yell to get his attention

"I'm right here", he snaps, "You don't have to yell"

Keeping myself from giving him a sarcastic answer, I ask instead, "Why are you here?"

"I woke up and realized that I didn't know where you were or if you got home last night and I came to check", he says

"And if I wasn't here?", I ask, amused

"I would of blown up your phone and went on a manhunt", he answers

"I told you I was taking her home last night. You were there with the guys when I said that", Seonghwa rolls his eyes

"I was drunk! I didn't hear you and if I did I didn't remember when I woke up"

"Wait", I say, getting up from Seonghwa's lap, facing Hongjoong, "Did you just wake up and come straight over here?"

He huffs, "Yeah. I got worried ok? I always make sure you're home after we go out and I was worried when I woke up and realized I didn't get you home. If something happened to you because I was pissed at you and got drunk...."

I walk to him, hugging him, his hug full of relief

"Thanks for checking on me Joongie", I sincerely tell him

He really is an amazing friend

"Yeah Jo, of course", he answers, "Just because I'm pissed at you doesn't mean I want anything to happen to you"

"Thanks", I repeat, both of us letting go of each other

He nods, "Yeah well, don't make a big deal about it"

I laugh, "Ok, I won't"

"Besides, now you're Seonghwa's problem"

I snort

Right back being my annoying best friend

"Since you're the boyfriend now, you're responsible for getting her home from now on", he says to Seonghwa, "I pass the torch to you"

"Not a problem", Seonghwa answers, moving behind me, his arms around my waist, pulling me against him

I just smile, loving his arms around me

Hongjoong nods once then looks back at me, "Well seeing as you're fine, I'm out. I need a nap"

I don't make a comment on how he just woke up, instead just nodding

"Ok. Thanks for coming by"

"Sure. See you guys later"

As soon as Hongjoong leaves, I turn around to Seonghwa

"Now, where were we?", he teases

"Hmm", I pretend to think while pulling him down to me, "Right here"

I kiss him hard, my free hand moving to his dick, palming him over his boxers

He kisses me back, picking me up immediately and leaning me against the wall, his hard dick rubbing against my clothed pussy

I smile, knowing I'm going to like being with my airhead

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Six months later

Leaving the restaurant bathroom, I walk back towards our table

Seonghwa has his tongue in his cheek, another dumb look on his face as Wooyoung explains something I know he's not listening to

I giggle as I pass by his chair, leaning over his shoulder and kissing him on the cheek

"My little airhead", I tease in his ear

He snaps out of it, grinning widely at me, "My little tease"

He still spaces out when the guys have their stupid conversations and that's where the nickname, "My little airhead" came from

And he calls me "my little tease", because ever since we got together, I still wear revealing clothes that drive him nuts during times when he can't touch me

When it will be hours until he can

He takes my hand, bringing it to his lips, kissing the back of my hand

"Alright with the mushy stuff", San whines

"What mushy stuff? I'm just kissing my girlfriend's hand, you weirdo", Seonghwa rolls his eyes

"You're always kissing each other somewhere, fawning over each other, touching each other. Cut it out", Wooyoung says

"How about...no", I answer, rolling my eyes, "Stop being drama queens"

"It's not drama! When you're around Hwa doesn't even listen to any of us talking!"

I refrain from telling them that he doesn't listen to them anyway and just give Seonghwa a knowing smile that he returns

"Baby, can you listen to your whiny friend?", I tease

"Sure jagi", he says, kissing the back of my hand again, fire running up my arm from having his beautiful lips on my skin

He looks back at Wooyoung, "What?"

Wooyoung huffs but talks to him, probably picking up where he left off

I just stare at my gorgeous boyfriend, smiling as his eyes haze over, knowing he's not listening to Wooyoung again

I am so glad I gave Seonghwa a chance because he's honestly the best boyfriend I've ever had

We're all about each other, spending anytime we can together

He's very affectionate and protective, always making sure I'm safe whenever we're out together

He takes me out on amazing dates, to places I've never thought about going to and we have so much fun

And now that we live together, he does home dates where he cooks and we have movie nights or do fun things at home

And the sex we have is incredible, just as passionate as it was the first time

Hongjoong and I switched apartments because he said he couldn't stand how loud Seonghwa and I were when we fucked there and he'd rather live by himself

So we moved and the past two months I've been living with Seonghwa and it's fucking amazing

I fell in love with him so fast and I'm happy I did

I just haven't told him yet but I will soon

I don't think I could keep it in much longer

"You ok jagi?", he asks, taking me out of my thoughts

I nod, "Yeah. Thought you were listening to Wooyoung"

He makes a face, rolling his eyes, "Yeah right. I was spacing out again"

"What were you thinking about?"

He smirks, "About how long we have to put in at the club before it's acceptable for me to take you home and rip those clothes off you"

I grin back, loving how hot and bothered he gets

"Just rip them off? Nothing else?", I tease

"Hmm how about fucking my tight wet pussy until you can't walk right tomorrow?", he answers, his voice deep

"I ..I..think we can do that", I murmur, getting turned on

God, I want to take him home right now

"Hey! Love birds! Let's go!", Hongjoong calls, breaking the spell between Seonghwa and me

Standing up, Seonghwa laces out fingers together and leads us out of the restaurant

The guys meet us outside and we all head to the parking lot

Seonghwa leans against his car, his arms around me as I lay my head against his chest, watching San and Wooyoung argue over which club to go to

Hongjoong is glaring at them while the rest of the guys just watch the dramatics with unamused faces

Seonghwa's heart beats in my ear, making me smile

I move my head, kissing his chest where his heart is then look up at him, finding him already looking at me

"Hi baby", I smile

"Hi jagi"

We both smile like idiots, just looking at each other

I reach up, pushing his hair out of his face, my fingers running down his cheek

"I love you Seonghwa", I find myself saying

I do

I fell in love and I want him to know

A huge smile breaks on his face as he tells me, "I love you Jo. So much"

I nod, "So much Hwa"

He leans down, his lips against mine , kissing me like it's the only thing he wants to do

And I kiss him the same way

"Ok ok, we picked a club!", Wooyoung yells

He pulls away, his eyes staying on mine, the love in them apparent

I hope he can see my love for him in mine too

"Hwa? Did you hear? We picked a club", Wooyoung repeats

His eyebrow raises in a question and I shake my head

He nods, then looks at Wooyoung, "We're gonna skip the club tonight"

I smile, loving how we're both on the same page without speaking

"What? Again?"

"Yeah again. We're gonna go home but you guys have fun", he says

"God, ever since you guys got together you're both so boring!", San whines

Yeah, we skip the club a lot

Like I said before I was never a club person and Seonghwa only went to get laid

He said that he has no reason to go anymore now that he has me

He's much more interested in staying home, binging TV shows together and of course having lots and lots of sex

It couldn't be more perfect

"Sorry", he shrugs, walking me to the passenger door of his car

"Yeah whatever"

He opens the door for me and I sit, him making sure I'm all in the car before closing the door

That's another thing I found out about Seonghwa

He's such a gentleman and I eat it up

I watch him wave to the guys, then get in the driver's seat

Wooyoung and San scowl then follow Hongjoong to his car, while Yeosang, Yunho and Mingi go to Jongho's

Seonghwa turns the car on, then takes my hand, smiling at me

"Ready jagi?"

I nod, "Yeah baby. I love you"

His smile widens, "I love you jagi"

With that, he starts driving, heading home

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A/N: A short drabble while I'm away on vacation, because for some reason biker Hwa's been occupying my mind lately, not letting me rest. I can't wait to continue my pirate!au mini-series with Ateez, I miss writing it so much lol. Being at the sea is definitely not helping at all at suppressing my creativity lol. Hope you enjoy this one!

You couldn’t tell when it started, your infatuation with Seonghwa. Infatuation, perhaps, was a strong word, but you didn’t know how else to define it at the moment; maybe crush would’ve been a more fitting term, you thought, but you weren’t too sure about it. Park Seonghwa. You had known him for years, although never truly paying much attention to him, he still managed to become the center of your friends conversations, stealing the spotlight at any given chance without even being around. Seonghwa was quite famous at your school, and in your town, let’s be real, for constantly doing bad things and breaking girl’s hearts left and right. He was your typical bad boy and you wanted nothing to do with him. He was edgy and sometimes quite dramatic; he dressed in all black and wore quite cheap looking jewelry, painting his nails black after he realized girls went crazy for it. He knew he was good looking and he used that to his advantage. He could persuade anyone into doing whatever he wanted and it came in quite handy when he was behind on his schoolwork, his teachers excusing him for whatever dumb story he managed to come up with. Girls ate up his sob stories about his fake pets and evil parents; he came from a very loving family, so you never understood why he was lying about it. And, oh God, when he got his license for his motorbike did his popularity skyrocket even more. You were pretty sure you caught him once making out with one of the teaching assistant’s behind the school, but one side glance from his sharp eyes and you knew never to mention it to anyone. And to be honest, that was probably your first and last interaction with the boy, not that it bothered you. You liked your peaceful life as it was, serene, and void of worries correlated to boys. You didn’t feel like dating at your age yet, seventeen wasn’t too young nor too old, but you felt like you weren’t ready for a relationship. And that was fine, your father was happy too, not quite ready to lose his ‘little’ girl which he was aware you weren’t anymore, but it brought closure to him to know that you didn’t crave male attention just yet. His ‘little’ girl’s heart would remain unscathed for a little longer.

And all of that sounded really good, really, you would’ve never complained about your ordinary life. Oh, well, that is until Seonghwa started showing up to your father’s car service frequently. For some reason, the two of them seemed to be getting on well, and your father allowed him to come in from time to time to fix his motorbikes. Seonghwa owned at least three by now. He was two years older than you and while all of his friends went to college, he stayed behind, telling people he wasn’t ready to choose just one thing he was interested in to study for the rest of his life. However, this confirmed your theory for you that he just didn’t know what he was good at and that he wasn’t smart enough to go to a good college. It might’ve been a little harsh to view him like that, but he never ranked too high in your high school, too busy chasing girls and starting fights. And so, one day, as you made your way home you decided to stop by your father’s car service before heading upstairs as you lived just above it.

The rock music blasted throughout the car service; a few cars scattered around as your father had quite a lot of work for the week. Him and his colleagues were nowhere to be seen and you figured you stopped by during their lunch break, everyone was back in the dressing room. But you wanted to greet your father still, show him the grade you got on your thesis, unable to keep the smile off your face. You scored the highest in your year, it made you ecstatic. Your father would always order your favorite food whenever you brought home an outstanding grade, celebrating your achievement. With a skip in your steps, you waltzed down the spacious room, appreciating the white Mercedes your father was currently fixing. You failed to notice the clanking of tools, so when you turned to your right, your heart almost jumped out of its place as you yelped loudly. The older guy just cast you an unimpressed glance before he bent down again, unscrewing something around the front spring of his motorbike. You placed a hand over your hammering heart, frozen in your place as you watched his long black hair fall over his face. His hair had gotten longer since the last time you saw him, which was probably around a year ago, at the closing ceremony of his graduation.

“Did you become a statue or what?” His low, monotone voice snapped you out of your initial shock and your eyebrows furrowed as you shook your head, remaining silent. Seonghwa cast you a quick glance before he continued working, eyebrows furrowing as he struggled to take off the nut screw. He had been sweating prior and he lightly tapped his forehead before twisting the screw again, nothing happening. You didn’t consider your next actions for long as you let your backpack fall onto the floor before walking up to Seonghwa, kneeling down beside him. He turned his head to look at you, his sharp eyes watching you closely as you inspected his work, chuckling. Of course the nut screw wouldn’t come off if it was stuck, almost fried onto the tube it was holding together. So, you looked around for a little oil and found it on your father’s stand, so, you stood and walked over to it, getting it, then walked back to Seonghwa’s motorbike. You kneeled down again and sprinkled a little oil around the nut screw, failing to notice Seonghwa’s curious gaze on you. Because it was slightly fried against the tube, you struggled to get the nut screw off at first, but after tugging at it and forcing it, it finally loosened up enough to come off, clattering onto the ground. You grinned in victory and grabbed the nut screw, turning your body towards Seonghwa to show him your success but you, instead, froze at the proximity. Your noses were almost touching and your wide eyes took in his face, taken by his mesmerizing features. He seemed tanner than the last time you saw him and his plump lips were redder too, dark eyes gazing into yours intently. Sweat rolled down the side of his temples, stray strands of hair sticking to his damp forehead. You had never seen him from so close before, and suddenly you understood all those girls who gave in to him. He was breathtaking. His sharp gaze held a glint of curiosity in it and that made you self-conscious as you quickly stood, clearing your throat, as you extended your hand to Seonghwa.

“Uh, sorry—” You started, avoiding eye contact, “I should’ve asked before helping—”

“I’ve been struggling to get that off for half an hour now,” Seonghwa chuckled as he stood, taking the nut screw from your hand; you didn’t fail to notice the way his pointer finger ran over the back of your palm, making you gulp nervously at the unnecessary action, “and you did it in like…five minutes.”

You didn’t know what to say so you just picked up your backpack and looked away as Seonghwa took a step towards you, your body tensing, “You’re Mr. Han’s daughter, right?”

“Yes, I’m—”

“Y/N, I know who you are.” Did he really? You smiled a little, nodding your head as you heard laughter coming from behind you, it was your father’s. And as Seonghwa watched you, he noticed how tense you seemed to be around him yet as soon as your father approached the two of you, you had long forgotten about him. It was weird to him; he was used to girls throwing themselves at him constantly.

“Y/N!” Your father hugged you, excited to see you, “What brings you around here?”

Suddenly, a big grin appeared on your lips as you unzipped your backpack, digging around, looking for your thesis. Seonghwa watched intrigued as you pulled the paper out and shoved it in your father’s hands, who’s eyes had the same glint as yours in them. It was quite an endearing sight, how much the two of you resembled each other.

“I got the highest grade, dad!” You exclaimed with excitement and your father chuckled as his eyes ran over the papers, a proud look on his face as he handed it back to you.

“Very well, honey,” He handed you the thesis back, “You know what’s for dinner tonight then.”

Seonghwa watched as the biggest smile he’s ever seen on you spread onto your lips, snatching the thesis away from your father who just chuckled and winked at you. He’s seen you around your high school, but never had the chance to talk to you. It seemed as if you always ran away from him, almost as if you were avoiding him. He knew of his reputation, it was hard not to when everyone kept reminding him of it, yet you never seemed to care as you wouldn’t even cast a second glance his way. You weren’t fascinated nor scared of him, it was peculiar, but he never thought about you for too long. He usually didn’t like challenges when it came to girls and those who played hard to get never had his attention for too long. He wasn’t there for the long run, therefore he found it useless to invest so much energy into one girl only. But you seemed like you didn’t want his attention at all as you kissed your father’s cheek goodbye before you ran out of the service, forgetting about his presence altogether. It didn’t sit right with Seonghwa, and as he gazed after your bouncing form, your father chuckled and looked at him amused.

“Didn’t you two go to the same high school?” He asked and Seonghwa nodded his head.

“We did, but our circle of people were too different for us to know each other.” Seonghwa’s answer made your father chuckle to himself, nodding his head in understanding. He knew what type of boy Seonghwa was, he never truly expected his daughter meddling with him.

“Yes, that makes sense—” Your father said more to himself before his eyes fell on Seonghwa’s motorbike, “How’s the spring, son? Any progress?”

“Oh, I got the nut screw off finally—well, your daughter did, actually.” Seonghwa admitted with a shameful chuckle and your father nodded, not looking surprised in the slightest.

“Yeah, she’s quite the mechanic, my little one.” Your father gloated proudly before he walked off, headed towards the white Mercedes he was supposed to fix by Friday.

            And after that first encounter with Seonghwa, you considered it your first real encounter, you seemed to run into him everywhere. It started being creepy after a while and it made you feel weird as you told your best friend, who didn’t think much of it, unsurprisingly, and suggested that perhaps you were just randomly running into each other, your city wasn’t too big, after all. Despite that making sense, you couldn’t help but still think Seonghwa was doing it on purpose as he’d always strike up a conversation with you when you crossed paths. Sometimes it was about something really dumb and it would make you look at him with a questioning gaze, nevertheless, you still seemed to entertain him, curious of his motives. He never made obvious advances towards you, so you really didn’t understand what was the purpose of all of his actions. Perhaps he was looking for a friend now that his other friends were in a different city at college? But that didn’t make much sense as he stopped showing up to your father’s car service since he had fixed his motorbike, yet trailed you around the city whenever you were out. And one evening, as you were headed home from the library, you had been doing research on a fish type for you biology class, Seonghwa was there. Across from the library in the parking lot, sitting on his motorbike as his eyes fell on you. Your heart skipped a beat and you looked around, trying to find the person Seonghwa could be waiting for it. But it seemed like just the two of you were on the street and you sighed as you took off, but not towards him. The sun was long gone and you had to walk quite a lot to get home, so you didn’t want to waste any more time, not a fan of walking around alone at night. But you barely made it a few steps before you heard rapid ones approaching you from behind. By now, you knew it was Seonghwa. You had memorized his walking pattern and the force of his steps.

“Headed home?” And you were right as his head popped up next to yours. You cast him an unimpressed glance before nodding wordlessly. Seonghwa hummed and continued walking next to you, grinning as he realized you were trying not to look at him. You couldn’t help but notice the gear he was wearing, his thick jacket undone and his light sweater showing underneath. He has never touched you before, so when you felt his warm grip around your wrist, halting you from taking another step, your eyes widened. He pulled you lightly forward, towards himself, and you almost tumbled into him. His cologne was strong and you caught the whiff of something strawberry scented, his hair looked like it wasn’t completely dry.

“Let me take you home,” Seonghwa’s low voice was soft and quiet as he looked in your eyes, making you flustered, “It’s not safe for you to walk alone.”

This was it, then, the moment Seonghwa’s been probably waiting for to finally try and woo you. He didn’t seem like the patient type, you had to give him some credit for holding out for so long. And despite every fiber in your body asking you to accept his offer, heart thumping loudly at the proximity and wrist burning from his warm hold, you smiled and softly pulled away from him.

“Thank you, but I did this walk many times before,” Seonghwa wasn’t pleased with your answer at all, and he let you know as his eyebrows furrowed, “There’s nothing to be worried about.”

But Seonghwa didn’t let you leave, stepping in front of you, making your body collide against his, you hoped he didn’t hear your quiet gasp, “There’s plenty to be worried about, actually, so just let me take you home.”

You took a step back, trying to put some distance between your bodies, hoping he wouldn’t see your red cheeks. You didn’t think he’d be this persistent and as you looked up at him, he seemed very determined, “I’ve never ridden a motorbike before and I don’t have the proper gear either.”

That made Seonghwa chuckle and you watched as he quickly took his jacket off, closing the distance between your bodies once again, making you avoid eye contact as he draped his jacket around your shoulders. He held the collar together around your neck and you gulped nervously, his fingers lightly grazing against your neck. His jacket was heavy and a lot bigger than your frame, “I brought two helmets, don’t worry.”

You went to still try and deny his offer nicely, but Seonghwa was already pulling you after him, interlacing your fingers, making you blush again. You couldn’t deny his attractiveness anymore, and despite staying away from him for so long, you seemed to be unable to do so lately. Yes, he was everywhere, but you seemed to want him to be everywhere you were, his sharp gaze always following you, making you stay alert. When he wasn’t looking, you’d sneak peeks at him, admiring his features from afar, imagining as you ran your finger down his tall nose, his plump lips, his sharp jaw, and then all over his dark eyebrows. Park Seonghwa was gorgeous and you now understood those girls trying to get his attention, hoping he was the love of their lives. You entertained that thought sometimes, before falling asleep mostly, wondering if you could fall in love with Park Seonghwa. Wondering if he could genuinely love someone. Wondering if he could fall in love with you and not play you like all those other girls before you, But now, as you stood by his bike, allowing him to place the spare helmet around your head, securing it, it all felt so real and you couldn’t help but wonder if he was ever going to change. Seonghwa suddenly grinned, his smile making your heart melt, as he tapped the helmet where your cheeks were supposed to be, and you found yourself suddenly holding his hands, pressing them down, holding them in place

“Were you waiting for me?” You finally asked what’s been on your mind ever since you spotted him and now a charming smile appeared on Seonghwa’s lips, gaze locking with yours. He suddenly gripped your hands and brought them down to your sides, interlacing your fingers on both hands. You were glad the helmet somewhat concealed your currently red cheeks.

“Yes, I was,” Seonghwa admitted truthfully, “there are no coincidences when it comes to me, Y/N.”

Your heart skipped a beat and you tried not to grin as Seonghwa watched your face closely for a reaction, grinning himself. You didn’t want strands of hair getting into his pretty eyes, so you found yourself pushing them behind his ear, hand lightly grazing against his skin, making Seonghwa gulp. He tried to remember a time when his heart was racing this much because of a girl, but he couldn’t. He watched you as you fixed his hair for him before placing the helmet around his head, securing it and tapping the top like he had done for you. It made him chuckle and you looked down, embarrassed, but excited by his reaction. Despite his bad boy reputation, he was being rather soft and almost shy as he released your hands and got on the bike, beckoning you over too. You got on too, excited and lightly scared by the new experience as Seonghwa brought the engine to life, reeving it a little and making you giggle. You allowed your arms to rest around his middle, holding him tightly as he took off, headed towards your house. You knew explaining this to your father would be a bit troublesome, but you hoped his liking for Seonghwa would help you out a little bit.

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“Hongjoong, can’t handle rejection or what?” you speak in an annoyed tone as Seonghwa chuckles beside you.

“You and I both know very well, she isn’t rejecting his hand,” he tells you, his soft voice vibrating your ear and you slump your shoulders, frowning a little.

“Yeah I do, he has been visiting her at night, that lovesick boy,“ you tsk rolling your eyes and walking towards the base as Seonghwa follows suit. He giggles a little hearing your words about the captain but stops as soon as you glare back at him.

You and Seonghwa have known each other since Ateez started, in fact, you, Seonghwa and Hongjoong were the founding stones. You had tumbled into one of their artifacts and when you saw two teenage boys of your age threatened to kill you for it you had laughed in their faces.

Like who are they trying to scare with that emo haircut and minion size?

And you already knew you had no one to return to at the orphanage so you made a deal to join them. You were more than surprised when they said “yes” and slinging your school bag over your shoulder you had followed them to their “base”, or basically a run-down apartment.

Now, you enter the shiny building, your real “base”, the one you three with the help of your other nine members have managed to build. You put down your guns and enter through the body scanner as Seonghwa follows suit.

You slip into your room and put on some clothes for the night. You can hear the commotion between Wooyoung and his sister outside and shake your head mentally at the siblings.

Sitting down on the soft bed you look through your phone and hear the door creak open. You look up and see Seonghwa standing there with his hands in his pockets. His black hair is slightly messy and he is wearing a loose sweater over some sweatpants. Your heart lightly speeds up at the sight.

There he is, your friend, looking like a total boyfriend material and here you are with your racing heart sitting on the bed blankly.

When did you start having a crush on Seonghwa?

Well, funny story. You in your teenage always liked the nerd type not the rebellious ones. And Seonghwa was a rebellious one, so you had laughed to your mind about crushing on him at the age of seventeen. You were doing well, too well, maybe. You both were the fighters and have always been beside each other, whether practicing or in the playing field. And it has been a special thing of you two.

Until your feelings intervened!

Suddenly laughing along with him and having midnight snacks didn’t seem like just a friend thing to do. Holding hands while coming back after a fight and throwing it up together like a WWE contest didn’t seem friendly anymore. He and you discussing firing strategies with San made you feel more.

He usually fixed your firing positions during practice since he has more experience but you knew you were down bad when you felt yourself craving more of his hands as they were in yours fixing it.

“Hello? Earth to y/n,” Seonghwa’s voice brings you back from your thoughts as you jolt lightly and look at him standing in front of you. He smiles lightly at your dazing state before plopping himself down on the bed sheets.

“Hey,” you exhale lightly and bring your duvet up to cover the both of you. “So what movie are we watching tonight?” you laugh lightly trying to ignore your pounding heart as he snuggles closer to you, snaking an arm around your waist.

“Just turn on something,” he whispers, placing his head on your shoulders as you type away on your laptop. You scroll through the choices before turning on a movie you feel like seeing and lean back to his arms.

The whole movie becomes a blur in your eyes as soon as it starts. You do not care about the movie, the main characters that are being shown, or the fight scene between the families. All you care about is you cuddling with Seonghwa, your bare feet on his ankles, and his light cologne that is infiltrating your senses.

Think straight, you scold your mind but that is all in vain as he tells something to you, his deep voice vibrating just against your ears. You nod absentmindedly and Seonghwa pauses the movie.

You look up scrunching your eyebrows and he says, “You look sleepy,” brushing a stray hair strand out of your eyes and carefully placing it behind your ear. You look into his eyes and see the sparkle in them and abruptly sit up.

This is getting out of hand.

You can’t fall in love with him.

His actions don’t mean anything and he is a natural at skin-ship. He just likes to take care of everybody so you know you mean nothing more to him than a friend.

And you are not going to let your stupid feelings ruin it.

“Why are you so shaken today?” he asks you getting increasingly concerned at your lost state. You shake your head softly before getting up from your bed and fixing your night-wear.

“Hwa, I am just tired, I will get some sleep,” you lie to him and he nods not probing further. He presses a chaste kiss on your forehead before leaving and you sigh at yourself from defeat. Your heart defeats your rational mind. You are grateful Seonghwa has believed your lie though, you think.

Little do you know, he can always tell when you lie.

You get ready with your equipment and put on the overcoat to hide them well. Walking outside you are met with Yeosang in a sheer shirt and you cock your eyebrows in approval. In the usual and true Yeosang manner, he rolls his eyes before walking away and you laugh lightly walking towards the building center.

Seonghwa was already there in a black overcoat talking with Yunho and Hongjoong and San was playing around with his gun, even trying to bite it whenever possible so you left him to be himself. You walk towards your fellow ‘98 liners and greet them as Seonghwa casually drapes an arm around your shoulder.

“Slept well?” he asked his glistening eyes looking intently into yours and you could have stared at them forever. Yunho’s light cough brings you back to reality and you smile nodding a ‘yes’ and then look towards the digital map Hongjoong is showing. When did Yunho get here?

Normally, even with your feelings meddling, you would have paid attention to Hongjoong.

But all you can now think about is Seonghwa’s firm grip on your shoulder how he looks towards you as he asks you and how his beautiful face looks while pitching ideas with Hongjoong.

After a while Hongjoong and Seonghwa walk away, you frowning at the loss of his warmth and smell you love so much.

“God y/n, just fuck him already,” Yunho’s whisper makes you jump as you turn around to look at his baby face which is adorning a smirk. You glare at him but he pulls you aside and continues, “You two are so oblivious it hurts everyone here.”

“Are you out of your mind, Jeong Yunho? You know how Seonghwa is, he will ask this to a damned tortoise if it is within his sight after waking up,” you hiss out getting annoyed at how easily Yunho had caught you.

“Girl, you are tripping bad, Seonghwa likes you. You should have seen him when-“ his voice trails off and you turn around to see Seonghwa behind you.

“What new prank are you teaching her?” Seonghwa asks jokingly but Yunho is quick to catch the jealousy tinging in his tone. You? Not so much. You are just happy to be back in heaven, or rather, in Seonghwa’s arm which is around your torso.

Yunho shakes his head at you two and walks out not answering Seonghwa’s question as he screams a light ‘yah’ to warn the younger. Slowly he turns towards you and asks, “Movies tonight?”

“You know it,” you laugh out smiling brightly leaning back on his arms to look at him. Gosh, can he take your breath away or what?

Seonghwa comes in that night with a different vibe than usual. He has a small ponytail tied behind his head, bangs falling in front and covering his eyes slightly. He is wearing a leather jacket, black jeans and a pair of black sneakers. Usually, you would make fun of him with the all-black outfit but you are too busy staring now.

“Take a picture,” he grins and you come out of your trance glaring at him and praying that the dimly lit room doesn’t show your flustered face.

“Why are you here like this?” you ask eyeing him up and down pretending to judge but you are just shamelessly checking him out.

“Had a work with Hongjoong and didn’t get to change and then I saw I am already late,” he smiles at you, and again the stars in his eyes cloud your mind to be able to think straight.

A gorgeous face with a beautiful personality doesn’t help at all.

“Oh,” you murmur out suddenly feeling the air around you get hot as he dips beside you in the bed while you pick up your laptop from the corner and sit down beside him.

Or you were going to sit down.

Firmly placing his hands on your hips Seonghwa basically pulls you down on his lap as you let out a surprised yelp stiffing up when you sit down on his thighs.

Seeing your stiff state Seonghwa panics knowing he has done it wrong. He should have never done this, what was he even thinking about getting a “how you get a girl” class from Wooyoung? And actually applying it.

His hands abruptly leave your hips flailing around and you are frozen. You slide down beside him quietly and turn towards him just to see his red face fiddling with his hands.

You are not in any better state and look around quietly trying to look everywhere but at Seonghwa and relive the moment you just had.

Seonghwa speaks first saying, “Look, forget about that, I have no idea, what I was thinking.”

Your eyes flicker at him before you nod lightly and he sighs. Great, he has just ruined his friendship with the person he has been with so long. The rational part of his mind urges him to tell you the truth which can probably do some damage control.

“This was Wooyoung’s idea. He told me to do this the other day and I was so against it but he just went on and on about how oblivious I am and that maybe I should do something. But I didn’t know what to do and I was so confused and he told me to do this because apparently pulling someone down on your lap shows that you like the person and it was so stupid I-“ his rambles get cut off as you look at him and say, “You like me?”

Seonghwa starts rambling again, “Y-yeah I mean, yes, if you, I mean, don’t back, I mean, don’t lik-“You cut him off swiftly by placing your lips on his. Seonghwa takes some time to register that you are actually kissing him and he kisses you back, your soft lips moulding together in perfect harmony. His hands hold your cheeks and one of them holds your hip trying to steady your hovering form over him.

You move away but not before he slightly pecks you and you lose your balance and fall on him. You both start laughing at the ridiculous moment and Seonghwa wraps an arm around you pressing a light kiss on your lips again and endearingly looks at your face.

“Maybe, we should have told each other earlier,” he whispers and you curl up in his arms humming a ‘yes’ softly.

“Could have saved me all these times of pining over you,” he chuckles at your sentence and coo at the pout adorning your lips and you lean up to kiss him again once.

Finally, settling down, you snuggle into his arms and put out a weird question, “Should we tell the others or keep quiet?” Seonghwa looks at you with wide eyes and mischief plotting to stay quiet.

But before he can even form a sentence you can hear San scream, “We know,” from outside followed by Wooyoung’s hyena laugh. Only you both know how much teasing you guys will get from now on.

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TO SEE YOU ALIVE. .

written by roomsofangel

**THIS IS ONLY A PREVIEW AND A REPOST OF A FIC I PLANNED IN THE PAST TO SEE IF ANYONE WOULD BE INTERESTED IN IT — THIS IS NOT AN OFFICIAL MASTERLIST/CHAPTER**

WRITING BELOW .ᐟ

“do you want to play a game, y/n?” his voice, hypnotic, the touch he brought left mini needles to your skin that grew goosebumps, spine shuddering while your gazes held each other in a deep fight and desire for the upper hand, dominance being something both of you craved. seonghwa licked his lips, “i know you like them,” he cooed, his index and middle finger slowly—agonizingly gliding up your arm

sucking in a breath, you scoffed, “what kind of game is it this time, seonghwa?” your eyes half lidded with seduction, listening to his heartbeat pump with yearning for your taste, “i hope you brought a new deck of cards,” you dared

with his warm breath on your lips, you felt the room begun to spin, dizzy, your tongue peeked out of your lips while he watched you in amusement, hands now on your waist with his fingernails creating crescents on the bare skin, “you like hide and seek, correct?” his hand snuck down before grabbing the chains that held you in place, making you hiss in the sudden sharpness

“who doesn’t like to play with their food?” you said through clenched teeth, head thrown back to the stoned wall, “makes it worth the hunt, right, hwa?” doe eyes looking back at him which only resulted in him yanking the chains again

chuckling, “how funny you say that,” he whispered into your ear before you felt the heaviness dissipate, hands instantly going to your wrists to rub them and your ankles before realizing just what you were doing, looking back up at him with widened eyes

“you undid the chains,” you whimpered

“now run, my vampire,” he pulled you up and shoved you into the door frame, you attempting to grab onto his shirt to flip your bodies and roles in this game he started, “you have a decade until i come seek you,”

“and if you don’t find me, my siren?” you shoved him away and he stumbled, smiling that you got the last shove — you made your way further to get ready to leave, “what happens then?”

seonghwa’s eyes flickered — the brown turning an ice blue before they had went back to the usual shade, any sane person would lose their mind wondering what they had saw while this was your normal, “oh, i’ll find you, y/n,” he teased

“i never lost a game.”

amused, you turned your back towards him, “then let’s play, seonghwa — because if i win, i’ll have your head on my bedroom wall as a souvenir.”

laughing, “not if i have your heart on a platter,” his voice making you scoff

immortality was a tricky thing but you and seonghwa managed to make things interesting every now and then,

and that decade later has come, you sitting in a coffee shop with your laptop in front of you and headphones in your ears while you finished writing an email to mingi, a friend of a friend you managed to make while blending in

your phone flashed with a text from another friend of yours — yeosang, ‘do you want to get dinner tonight?’

but before you could answer, two large familiar hands gripped your shoulders from behind, the reflection on your screen made your stomach drop,

“strike one.”

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paradigm pt2 - seonghwa (m)

summary: is having sex with your coworker really a bad idea? no, right? because seonghwa is quite honestly perfect. perfect, but annoying. a teasing day at work leads to a long night, and a conversation the next day. time to play by seonghwa’s rules.

word count: 7.2k

warnings: smut!!!!! dom!seonghwa (still a little switchy? kinda?), afab reader, tying up/ropes, edging/orgasm control, protected sex, oral (f receiving), not proofread sorry!

part one / masterlist

your shifts with seonghwa before you slept together were usually pretty fun. more bearable than a normal shift, that’s for sure. but now you’re practically counting down the time until you get to leave. you’re even spending more time in the kitchen, claiming you’re doing inventory on bar essentials so you don’t have to be out there in such close quarters with seonghwa.

why?

because seonghwa has become insufferable. 

before you fucked his brains out, he was flirtatious, sure. you’d noticed how his eyes would sweep over you before responding, or how he’d daintily touch your waist as he passed behind you so as to not bump you into the bar. he’d say cheeky things, he’d tease you, but it was all playful coworker stuff. now? now he’s more determined. pointed. almost like he’s trying to prove something to you. it’s like you showed him what you were capable of back at your apartment, and now he’s trying to show you just how bold he can be in return.

today, you’re taking extra time in the kitchen finding all the produce you need to restock the bar while seonghwa is out there unlocking all the good liquor and dusting bottles off before customers start coming in. you’ve even convinced wooyoung to make a fresh batch of sour mix for you, claiming that making the base syrup from scratch will help the drinks taste better. wooyoung did it, even though he knows the restaurant has a stock of sour mix that could last a year if necessary, but he won’t pass up on the opportunity to have a friend with him in the back for a little longer. 

“is seonghwa here yet?” wooyoung asks you as you dump a container of lemons on the worktop next to him. “make him come back here and juice those for me.”

“i can do it,” you say, looking for a cutting board, but wooyoung tsking stops you.

“no, i really want him back here so i can see the sexual tension between you two for myself,” he teases, and you roll your eyes.

“fuck you.”

“that’s hwa’s job.”

“what’s my job?” seonghwa’s deep voice asks from a few feet behind you. he must have just walked in. “please tell me i don’t have to juice lemons, i can already tell y/n’s gonna ‘delegate’ cutting them up to me.”

“uh, i was gonna do it,” you say defensively. seonghwa eyes you like he doesn’t believe it, but he lets you continue. “we were talking about you bothering me.”

“doesn’t wooyoung do that more than i do?”

“hey!”

“no,” you say, coming to his defense. “woo’s actually been helping me a lot lately.”

“so that’s why you spend so much of your shifts back here then?” seonghwa asks, quirking an eyebrow at you in a challenge. oh, so he’s noticed. “that’s why i’m back here. boss wants you up front, actually. said you need to reorder more white but wants to talk to you about what you put on the order form.”

“yeah, he’s gonna tell me we can’t get the snoop dogg wine,” you sigh as you lay out everything for the lemons. “i’ll go talk to him. but hwa, that means you do have to juice the lemons for me,” you say sweetly, clasping your hands in front of you and fluttering your lashes at him. to your surprise, he doesn’t put up a fight and blushes while politely pushing you out of the way so he can get to work. with that, you leave them both in the kitchen and practice what you’re gonna say to your boss when he asks why you made such ridiculous wine choices.

while you’re up front fighting for the celebrity wine collection of your dreams, seonghwa and wooyoung work in silence. wooyoung keeps eyeing seonghwa though, like he’s waiting for him to say something. finally, wooyoung’s attention span gets the better of him and he lowers the burner before turning to face hwa directly. seonghwa looks up questioningly, but goes back to work when wooyoung doesn’t say something immediately. 

“oh come ON,” wooyoung whines, practically falling into seonghwa’s side. “tell me what happened between you two.”

“that’s none of your business.”

“please?”

“no.”

“pretty please?”

“no, leave me alone.”

“fine,” wooyoung sighs, turning back to his work. “if nothing happened between you then i guess you won’t mind me asking y/n out for drinks after work tonight?”

“that’s fine,” seonghwa says, clearing his throat. he finishes juicing the last lemon and takes the carcasses over to the trash. while he wipes his hands, he tells wooyoung, “if y/n comes back here can you tell her to check the walk in for me? i thought we had more of those nasty ipas but i can’t find any.”

“why don’t you do it?” wooyoung asks suspiciously.

“i’m going to the bathroom,” seonghwa says simply. wooyoung nods like he doesn’t believe him, but he stays in place stirring the syrup so it doesn’t crystalize. he’s busy fishing a seed out of the fresh lemon juice when you come back to the kitchen.

“where’d seonghwa go?” you ask, and wooyoung points a finger to the back of the room.

“he’s waiting for you in the walk in,” he replies. you start to ask questions, but wooyoung cuts you off. “hey, i don’t know. just go back there and see what he wants. and don’t embarrass me in front of the food, i have to serve that later.”

unsure, you go back to the cooler wondering what seonghwa could want. you don’t get too deep into thought though, because you open the door and suddenly seonghwa is carefully grabbing you by the neck and pulling you in for a kiss. the door to the cooler closes behind you, shrouding you both in darkness save for the pathetic lightbulb on a string above you. in the shadows, seonghwa’s features are sharpened so much that when he pulls back it almost takes your breath away to see how chiseled he looks like this. he smirks at the look in your eyes, licking his lips before diving back in, this time holding you in place by the hips so you can’t escape. his tongue teases your lips, and the second you part them to let him in he detaches from you completely. breathless, you look at him confused while he speaks.

“if wooyoung asks you out tonight, say no,” he tells you, and then he’s gone, leaving you alone, skin burning despite the cold air around you.

-

the rest of your shift with seonghwa was odd, to say the least. you had to finish up with the accoutrement you had in the kitchen, and despite wooyoung’s pestering you didn’t tell him what was going on. he also didn’t ask you out, so you’re not sure why seonghwa mentioned that in the walk in. you’re also trying to figure out what happened in there, but if you think about it too long you start remembering the warmth of his lips and that’s a dangerous place for you to go.

it’s even more dangerous when you head back out to the bar, containers of lemon and lime slices in one arm and your jug of fresh sour mix in the other. seonghwa sees you totally not struggling and he rushes over to help, placing a hand on your waist as he reaches for one of the containers. 

“i got it,” you say defensively, and he kind of backs off but watches you with an unreadable look in his eyes. he lets you do your thing, managing to place everything into the proper wells in the bar without dropping anything despite your awkward form. 

“you heard about the company party coming in today?” seonghwa decides to ask, continuing to watch you as he speaks. “we’ll be closed until dinner for the private party, so should be an easy shift.”

“sounds good,” you say tightlipped. “did he say when they’re coming in?”

“soon.”

“great, thanks, so helpful.”

“what’s wrong with you?” he asks with a playful smile. “cat got your tongue?”

“so you’re a cat now?” you quip back, and seonghwa cracks a genuine smile.

“no?” he says after thinking for a moment. “i’m just me.”

“shame,” you sigh. “i’ve been thinking about getting a kitten.” you brush past seonghwa, cringing but satisfied with the stunned look he’s giving you in return. you go about your business, making sure everything is where you like it to be before your boss starts coming around to say the company party should be arriving soon. you and seonghwa fall into a rhythm as things pick up, and you don’t have time to think about the weird energy between you. you try your best to ignore the way you catch him staring at you out of the corner of your eye, or how he delicately holds your waist as he passes behind you during the rush. you could be imagining it, but it seems like every time his hands find your waist they’re holding you tighter and tighter, closer and closer to seonghwa. the last time he does it you swear he slides his fingertips under your shirt to just barely graze your skin, but it could’ve been an accident. still, you keep working. 

after the initial rush, you’ve got a minute to rest and seonghwa says he’s slipping away to bring some more beer from the walk in. you let him leave, and step off to the side to make yourself a cup of water. as you’re sipping and absentmindedly picking at a string on your shirt, you miss the man walking up to the bar in front of you. 

“drinking on the job?” he asks, wearing the sleaziest smirk you’ve ever seen. “didn’t peg you for a bad girl.”

“what can i get for you?” you divert, ignoring his comment and the greasy way he’s staring at you. 

“what do you recommend?” he asks as he starts getting too comfortable at the stool in front of you.

“something simple?” you offer, wanting to get him away as quickly as possible. “how about an old fashioned?”

“i like the way you think,” he replies with a nod and a smile. you get to work on the drink and don’t notice the way he watches you while you make it. as you’re looking for the cherries, seonghwa comes back from the kitchen with enough beer in tow to fill the fridge by your feet. he notices the guy immediately and doesn’t like it, but he doesn’t engage and just kneels by you so he can restock. he knocks into you on “accident” and you look down to see him glancing up at you with a questioning look in his eyes. he nods toward the bar and you know he’s asking about the guy, so you just shrug and finish the drink. you turn, ready to get rid of your admirer, and seonghwa listens on discreetly.

“hope you enjoy the party, you’re all good to go,” you say quickly, placing a napkin down before slamming the drink in front of him. 

“i don’t know, i think i might just make my place right here,” he replies, taking a healthy gulp of the drink. “i’m gonna need a lot more of these, sweet thing, so you better get used to me.”

“she said you’re good to go,” seonghwa chimes in, standing up. “enjoy the drink man.”

“you her bodyguard or something?” 

“no, but it looks like your party is getting started so i’d recommend you head back over there big guy,” seonghwa says very calmly, and you’re a little startled at the silent rage you can feel radiating off of him. you watch as the man stares seonghwa down, but he holds his ground and the man just downs his drink and walks away. seonghwa looks to the side, catching your eye. 

“my knight in shining armor,” you sigh, putting your hand on his arm. you can feel the muscle flexing under his sleeve, and you have to keep yourself from squeezing it to admire how strong he is. you just let him go instead, but as you try to step away he softly grabs your wrist. you look down at where you’re connected, and back up to his eyes boring into you. he uses his hold on you to pull you a little closer, and his lips just barely graze your ear as he speaks.

“after shift. my apartment.”

and then he’s gone, detached from your side and suddenly very interested in wiping down the bar. you try to catch his eye, to find him staring at you cheekily again, but now it’s like you don’t even exist. you decide to let him play whatever game he thinks he’s playing, but you’re gonna do your best to play along. what’s wooyoung doing on his break, you wonder? 

since it’s a little slow right now, you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom. seonghwa watches you intently as you walk away, but he doesn’t think anything of it. he surely doesn’t assume that you’re about to go find wooyoung and ask him about that date. it isn’t until he realizes you’ve been gone much longer than a bathroom break that seonghwa starts to worry, so he shoots you a quick text, telling you it’s picking up again and he needs you up front, which isn’t wrong. you respond with a quick ‘k’ and then you’re emerging from the kitchen, a cheeky smile gracing your lips that you’re failing to hide. 

“what took you so long?” seonghwa grumbles as you pass behind him and you shrug.

“just needed a break after talking to mr. greasebag,” you reply. “thanks for getting rid of him by the way.”

“don’t mention it,” seonghwa brushes it off. “he was bothering me too.”

“really?” you ask, surprised. “how?”

“i don’t like seeing you upset,” he says, and then a customer pulls him away, leaving you unsure of how to take that sweet sentiment. 

your shift carries on, a steady stream of people coming up to the bar so that you’re not overwhelmed but you don’t get another still moment until the party is almost over. you’re actually thrilled you won’t be working the dinner shift after this, because now you’re exhausted. you and seonghwa go about resetting the bar for the next bartenders, and you smile when you see wooyoung emerge from the kitchen. 

“what are you doing up here?” seonghwa asks.

“aw, not happy to see me?” wooyoung pouts, and you can’t help but giggle at the way seonghwa glares back at him. “don’t need you though, i’m here for y/n.”

“yeah, just gimme a sec,” you tell him, and he nods before leaning against the bar to watch you work. you start to pass by seonghwa to clean the mats in your hands, but a firm grip on your arm stops you cold. 

“i thought i said to tell him no,” he all but growls in your ear, and you can’t contain your smirk as you reply.

“yeah, but there were no rules for what to do if i asked him out,” you say simply, and you turn around to get back to work, leaving seonghwa steaming behind you. he goes back to work, watching as wooyoung leans over the bar to giggle about something with you. when he sits back down, seonghwa joins you at the sink, politely gesturing for the spray nozzle so he can get the gross bits out of the container in his hand. you let him have space next to you, and he starts rinsing out the bin but angles it just so and sprays water all over you.

“oops,” he frowns, glancing over your soaking shirt. “shame.”

“seonghwa? what the fuck?!” you shriek. “i can’t go out like this!” 

“what’d you do man?” wooyoung asks from behind you, but he’s out of both your minds by now.

“cmon, i have an extra shirt in my locker,” seonghwa says as he guides you by the hip. he looks over to wooyoung and says, “she’ll go out with you another night kid.”

“i could help her-”

“wooyoung,” you hiss, looking at him and trying to send a signal that the plan worked. he looks confused for a second, then it clicks. you wanted to rile seonghwa up the whole time, and that’s obviously worked, so wooyoung’s job here is done. he watches on proudly as seonghwa leads you to the back, and once he has you by the lockers you shrug him off. 

“ah, don’t be a baby,” seonghwa chides. “you set this up.”

“did not.”

“did too!”

“whatever,” you sigh while seonghwa shuffles in his locker. “just give me your shirt so i can go home. i need to wash this shit off me now.”

“no?” seonghwa says, standing as he hands you the shirt. he leans in closer to you as he speaks. “did you forget? you’re coming with me, kitten. now go change so we can leave without your nipples saying hi to everyone in the restaurant.”

-

the ride to seonghwa’s apartment was tense, mostly because he was trying to act like he’s not currently taking you home to rock your shit while that’s all you can think about. seonghwa was asking you about this new album by an artist you like, then he told you about a restaurant he tried that just opened by his house. meanwhile, you’re carefully watching the way his hand grips the steering wheel, or trying hard not to notice how nice his thighs look as he drives. 

“stop doing that,” seonghwa finally says, and your eyes snap to his face, your cheeks warm knowing that you got caught staring.

“stop doing what?”

“looking at me like you wanna fuck me.”

“but i do, that’s why i’m here.”

“yeah, but stop doing it,” he says sternly. “at least while i’m driving. it’s distracting. makes me wanna pull over and have my way with you right here.”

“i’m not opposed,” you start to say, and seonghwa’s hand falls to your thigh, giving it a warning squeeze.

“no,” he replies. “behave, it’s just a few more minutes.”

“you’re mean,” you mumble, slumping further into your seat.

“you like it,” he says with a smirk, and that finally shuts you up. seonghwa’s smile grows but he tries to hide it as he takes the turn for his street. you’ve never been to his place before, but just from friendly talk at work you always knew he lived on this side of town. it’s nice, you think. very clean cut neighborhood, a modern looking building that seonghwa stops in front of. it’s all very him, sleek and strong and nice to look at. the feeling of seonghwa’s hand leaving your thigh pulls you from your thoughts, and then he’s coming around to your side of the car to help you out. he keeps an arm around you as you walk into the building, on the elevator, and down the hall to his apartment. once the door’s open and he welcomes you inside, you’re met with a sight and a scent that reminds you of home. it envelopes you at the door and you take a deep breath, letting it out in a yelp when seonghwa surprises you with a kiss to your neck. “what are you doing?” he asks, continuing to kiss along your skin.

“smells nice in here,” you hum, “just admiring that i’m about to sleep with a guy that knows how to keep a clean apartment.”

“y/n please tell me you don’t usually fuck losers with stinky houses,” he says, pulling back from you slightly. 

“don’t say it like that,” you laugh, turning to look at him. he lets his arms drape around your waist, caging you against him. you rest your hands on his chest as you continue. “you know how hard it’s been for me to find a man.”

“good thing i’m right here,” he says with a smug smile, and you have to ignore the weird way your heart jumps at his words.

“so,” you say as you play with a spot on his shirt.

“so.”

“what are your rules?”

“hm,” he thinks for a moment. “go lay down on the bed, shirt off.”

“dang, you’re copying me now?” you tease, and a quick pinch to your ass sets you in motion. you pull back from seonghwa and ask, “where’s your room, boss man?”

“on the left,” he replies. “get comfortable.”

you take your time walking to his room, waiting until you’ve disappeared down the hall to pull your (seonghwa’s) shirt off and drop it on the floor outside what you assume is his room. you walk inside and that’s immediately confirmed by the clean bed, the tidy shelves with all of his collectibles you’ve heard about, and the smell. it smells like seonghwa, and you wander around the room, taking it in but also looking for the source of the sweet, fresh scent that follows him everywhere. you find some lotion and sprays over by his closet, and you’re caught snooping when seonghwa appears in the doorway. you hear him scoff, and you look up with his lotion in your hand.

“is this what you’ve been using lately?” you ask, and he nods.

“ok, i know i told you to get comfortable, but this isn’t what i meant,” he chuckles, sauntering over to you and wrapping his arms around your waist. “at least you took your shirt off, you can sort of follow directions.”

“i’m working on it,” you assure him, and he pulls you closer to his body roughly. you can feel the bulge in his pants pressing against your ass, and you take in a breath at the touch.

“since you can’t do what i ask the first time, i’m changing my rules a little bit,” he whispers gravely into your ear. “lay down on the bed. now.” you do as he says, skin warming at the dark way seonghwa’s staring at you. you can tell something in him has changed, and you’re excited to see this side of him. he slowly takes his shirt off before joining you, climbing over you until his arms are beside your head and his bulge is level with your core. he quickly traps your lips in a kiss, one of his hands carding through your hair to clear it from your face completely. you easily fall into a rhythm, brushing your hands over his cheeks to cup his face above you as he explores your mouth. kissing him is nice, his lips are so soft and he’s so ready to devour you. you haven’t felt wanted like this in a long time, but the more you’re with seonghwa the more confident you feel.

“hey,” you say when he pulls away to take a breath. “you’re good at that.”

“what, making out?” he smiles, and you nod. you kiss him again, but he pulls away again. “i like when you tell me what i’m good at. say more stuff.”

“you’re good at driving me insane,” you start off.

“really? good or bad thing?”

“yes,” you reply, and he buries his face in your neck as laughs. “i like it though. like today at work, you were driving me crazy. but honestly? since you kissed me in the cooler i’ve been all tingly. you’re good at that too, making me feel things i’ve never felt before.” seonghwa places one last kiss on your lips before sitting up.

“ok, speaking of,” he starts. “i want to try something. i’ve done it before but i’m not sure if you have, and if you don’t like it, just tell me, i’ll stop, it won’t bother me-”

“hwa,” you cut him off. “just say it, i trust you.”

“can i tie you up?” he asks finally. “keep you from touching what’s not yours.”

“yeah, you can,” you whisper, your heartbeat picking up at the thought. seonghwa pecks you softly before getting up, heading to his closet to grab something from the top shelf. his hand emerges with silk restraints, and you feel yourself clench around nothing. 

“need you naked first,” he says, and you wait for him to make another move, but he just stays watching you. “y/n?” he asks darkly, “said i need you naked. are you that bad at doing what i say?”

“no,” you reply shyly, making quick work of your pants and the final few garments left on your body. when you take your panties off you gasp, feeling the cool air hit your pussy. it’s so wet that seonghwa can see it glistening from where he stands, and you watch as he literally licks his lips while he checks you out. once you’re fully undressed, you sit with your hands in your lap, waiting for seonghwa to tell you what to do next.

“can i tie your arms together?” he asks, and you nod. “what about your legs? can i tie them to the bed, or is that too much?”

“you’re kinky,” you say with an excited smile, and seonghwa blushes. “do whatever you want with me, if it’s too much i’ll tell you.”

“ok,” he says sweetly, and then he gets to work. he helps you lay down, starting with your arms. “hold them out for me, wrists together.” you do as he says, and he coos, “good girl.” he starts by wrapping the silk around your wrists a few times, checking the tightness before he moves to attach the silk to his headboard. once everything is secure, he kisses down your arms, over your shoulder, across your collarbone. he stops right below your chin to suck a love bite onto your skin, pulling away with your skin still trapped between his teeth. you mewl at the feeling, and he kisses further down your body, kissing down the valley of your chest and further down to your core. he ignores where you need him most, instead kissing down the inside of your thighs. he sits up again, pulling more silk from the end of the bed. “spread your legs for me,” he instructs, and you do as he says. he takes your right ankle in his hand, carefully wrapping it like he did with your wrists. he gets off the bed then, taking care to tie your restraint to the bed frame. he crosses the bed and does the same with your left leg, tugging just slightly to get you to open up for him more. once he’s satisfied with his work, he steps back and admires you all splayed out for him. he’s standing there too long for your liking, so you squirm, and he tsks. “can’t be patient? i’m enjoying the view.”

“it’s better up close,” you tell him. “promise.”

“is it?” he asks, and you nod as he climbs back onto the bed. he stops at your core, staring up at you from between your legs. you’re watching his every move, and with his eyes locked onto yours, he blows directly on your cunt, causing you to squirm again, but the ties hold you in place. you whimper, and seonghwa smiles like the devil himself. “what’s wrong?” he asks in mock concern, and you whine again. “use your words.”

“eat me out,” you beg.

“that’s all you wanted?” he asks, and you nod frantically. “don’t come until i tell you to,” he warns, and then he’s diving in. he latches onto your clit, sucking on it harshly and making you cry out. he licks down to your entrance, groaning at the taste, and he slips his tongue in to gather more of your arousal. he pulls back, licking his lips before he says, “how have i gone this long without tasting your pussy? it’s divine.”

“divine?” you laugh, but seonghwa’s tongue back on your clit quiets the rest of your smart remark.

“you’re cocky for someone tied up and at my mercy right now,” he says into your cunt, and the vibration sends a jolt through your core. “mm, i love how you react to me.”

“and how is that?”

“like no one’s touched you like this before,” he says before he spreads your lips and finds your entrance again. he loves the taste of you, alternating between playing with your hole and kitten licking your bundle of nerves. soon you can feel the coil tightening in your stomach, and before you know it, seonghwa’s pulling back from you completely. 

“what, i-”

“i said you can’t come until i say,” he reminds you, and you let out a pathetic sound. “don’t whine, it’ll feel better in the end. are you still good though?”

“i’d be better if you let me come-”

“you talk too much,” he shakes his head, kneeling between your legs as he finishes undressing himself. he stands at the foot of the bed to kick his pants and his boxers off, stroking himself as he admires you before him, chest rising and falling rapidly and core dripping in the most sinful way possible. he walks to the side of the bed, cock still in his hand, and when he reaches your head he simply says, “suck.”

you turn to the side and open your mouth, welcoming him in as seonghwa leans against the bed to bury his cock down your throat. he groans at the familiar warmth, and you didn’t realize how badly you wanted this too. you try your best to bob on his cock, but all you can really do is hollow your cheeks and let seonghwa fuck your throat. you do your best to watch him above you, core clenching at the way he’s falling apart. he looks down and catches your eye, and he gets an idea. he leans down over you so that his hand can reach your clit, and he starts rubbing harsh circles over it as you work on his cock.

“keep your eyes on me,” he says, and you try to look up at him as best you can. “there she is. need to know when you’re close, keep watching me baby.” you moan at his words, jaw falling slack as his speed picks up on your clit. he slips out of your mouth, saliva and precum dribbling on your lips. his cock falls to your cheek, further making a mess of you, and seonghwa moans as he watches on in awe. he takes his free hand and uses it to guide his cock across your cheek, your tongue out to catch him, but he just makes a mess of you instead, his hand dipping down to your entrance to fuck two fingers into your core. “you look so good like this baby. i like it messy.”

“i’m,” you gasp, “i’m gonna come.” and then his hands are pulled from you completely, and he steps back from the bed altogether. you whine, arms tugging at your restraints to reach for him or to go to your core and finish what seonghwa started. he just chuckles at you struggling, reaching into his nightstand for a condom.

“i would ask you to put this on for me,” he says before tearing the package with his teeth, “but you’re a little tied up right now.”

“is that supposed to be funny,” you groan, mouth watering at the way seonghwa strokes himself before rolling the condom down his length. he finally lays on top of you again, and he kisses you deeply. your hands tug again, wishing you could run your hands through his hair, pull him closer, because he still feels so far away. you jolt in sensitivity feeling his cock at your entrance, and you let out a silent scream as he sheathes himself inside you.

“oh fuck baby,” he groans. “forgot how warm you are. shit.”

“you feel so good seonghwa. fit inside me so well.”

“like i was made for you,” he says, and you moan his name, causing a shiver to run down his spine. he slowly starts to build his pace, thrusting all the way out and all the way back in, but your restraints are so tight they hold you in place. seonghwa’s hand finds your clit again, and your legs start to go numb as he draws his name into your mound. you try to kick out, trying to tell him it’s too much, you can’t take it, but he’s always a step ahead of you, pulling out and leaving his hand on your waist as you gasp for air.

“please, seonghwa,” you beg, tears starting to form in your eyes. “i can’t take it, i need to come. please let me come, please. i’ll be so good, i promise.”

“you’ve done well,” he nods. “but you can take one more.”

“no i can’t!” you cry, and he shakes his head. 

“you can and you will,” and then he’s reaching back down to your core, slapping against your clit and watching gleefully as you jerk with the contact. when he stops, he dips his fingers back to your core, easily sliding three digits in. he scissors you slowly, stretching you for his cock once more, and he pulls at that soft spot inside you just right. you’re crying out, so close to the edge, if he would just press a little harder-

and then he’s pulling back from you again, your entire body shaking, arms and legs thrashing against your ties. tears are streaming down your face and you look at seonghwa, dried spit and precum on your cheeks. he could come just at the sight of you, but he decides you’ve had enough and fucks into you again. his pace this time is relentless, close to his own release. he doesn’t bother with your clit this time, knowing by the way you’re helplessly begging please over and over again that you won’t need much to fall of the edge this time. he tugs your chin up, silently asking you to look at him, and you admire the sweat dripping down his forehead and the way he looks at you like you own the world. you smile slightly through your tears, and seonghwa squeezes your chin in his hand.

“please,” you whisper, voice teary and eyes blurry. you watch a soft smile take over seonghwa’s features briefly before that dark look returns to his eyes.

“come with me baby,” he says. “come with me, now, you can do it, keep watching me-” and then you’re crying out, pussy spasming over his cock as he buries his load in the condom. your entire body is shaking, hands and feet going numb at the sensation. seonghwa stops moving, but you’re jerking with the aftershock of your orgasm, and he stills on top of you to give you time to come down. you remember feeling him pull out of you, and you remember the soft kisses he placed to your forehead as he untied your limbs, but after that you just remember feeling warm and at peace as you drifted off to sleep.

-

when you wake up the next day, your first thought is that you’re home in your bed. but a slight shift in your posture tells you you’re not alone, seonghwa’s long limbs tangled with yours under his plush blanket. your face warms as you remember what you did last night, and then your chest warms as you feel seonghwa’s arms pull you closer into his chest. 

“morning,” he grumbles into the back of your neck. “how’d you sleep?”

“fine,” you start. “but i feel like i’m wearing the world’s largest backpack right now.”

“hm, too bad,” he sighs, holding you even tighter. “‘m tired.”

“go back to sleep,” you tell him, reaching for the top of the comforter to peel it away from your body. seonghwa’s hand comes out quickly to stop you, softly trapping you in his embrace under the covers. 

“if i go back to sleep then so do you,” he says. “i owe you breakfast, so you have to stay.”

“no you don’t-”

“don’t argue,” he says before yawning. he stills again, and you think he’s drifted off when he speaks again. “you’re not gonna go back to sleep are you?” 

“no,” you laugh, and you can feel the smile on his lips as he kisses your bare shoulder. 

“fine,” he groans, untangling from you and laying on his back. you roll over to watch him, eyes following the way his muscles twist and contract as he sits up to stretch. “what do you want to eat?”

“french toast,” you reply immediately, and seonghwa smiles. “and coffee.”

“coffee i have, french toast i’ll have to order,” he says as he reaches for his phone.

“do you mind if i go make some then?” you ask, and he looks at you skeptically.

“you’re not trying to dip out on me are you?” he asks warily, and you smile.

“i’ll bring this with me to prove i’m coming back,” you say as you stand up, gripping the comforter around yourself to combat the cold of seonghwa’s apartment. “want me to turn the heat on?”

“please,” seonghwa begs. “my nipples are so hard they’re gonna freeze and fall off.”

“sexy,” you laugh as you look for some slippers or something to keep your feet warm before you leave. seonghwa watches on fondly while you shuffle around his room ridiculously. “so coffee?”

“i would tell you to make yourself at home but you’re good at doing that already,” he says. “everything you need is in the cabinet above the coffee maker, just yell if you need something.”

“gotcha,” you say as you slide yourself into the hallway, the comforter trailing behind you like a cape. seonghwa feels some type of way seeing you so comfortable in his space, using his things like your own. he tries to shake that feeling as he scrolls on his phone for the right restaurant. 

meanwhile, you’re nosing around in his kitchen. you found the coffee easily enough, but you got bored as you waited for it to brew. you start looking around his kitchen, noting the kind of snacks he has, counting up all the things he’s stolen from the restaurant (he has more than you do, which is impressive). you find yourself staring at what’s on his fridge, a collection of magnets from places he must have visited mixed in with some silly pop culture ones. you notice a little calendar too, and you realize quickly it’s got his work schedule on it. no, you don’t have his schedule memorized, but you do remember how often you see him in a week, so. shut up. but as you’re looking, you notice something else. on the days that he’s marked as working, every once in a while there’s a little star drawn down in the corner too. you wonder what that could mean when you hear seonghwa clearing his throat behind you.

“food should be here in 30 minutes,” he says simply, an eyebrow quirked as he watches you back away from his fridge like you totally weren’t just reading his personal calendar. then you notice that he’s fully dressed, sweats and a comfy sweater, and a chill runs down your spine.

“hey, you took away my favorite view,” you pout, and he chuckles as he walks up to you, holding out a pile of clothes. “these aren’t mine.”

“i know,” he says. “you came in your uniform, remember? the one i soaked?”

“cheeky.”

“it’s in the wash right now,” he says, ignoring you and pushing the clothes into your hands. “go change into this so you’ll stop shivering, you can change into your uniform when you leave for work. it should be done by then.”

“you want me to stay all day?” you ask, your heart picking up speed as you take the clothes from hwa.

“well, i mean, we woke up pretty late,” he starts, hand flying to the back of his neck in embarrassment. “so it won’t be that long, i just, i figured that’s how long it would take for your uniform to dry. that’s all.”

“take a breath, hwa,” you laugh, and the blush on his cheeks deepens. “if i’m staying all day then i’m making you watch that show i told you about.”

“that’s fine,” he nods, and you start walking toward his room. “put my comforter back properly, please.”

“so bossy,” you call over your shoulder, and then you’re back in his room to change. the clothes he gave you are warm, did he toss them in the dryer? either way, you slide them on and then get to work making the bed. once you’re satisfied, or you at least think seonghwa would be satisfied, you head back to the kitchen, following the smell of coffee. you find seonghwa leaning against the counter, and when he sees you dressed head to toe in his clothes he can’t help but smile. he’s been trying hard to figure out what it is that he feels for you, and the longer you stay here the more complicated his thoughts are getting. 

“i didn’t know how you take your coffee,” seonghwa tells you, gesturing to the mug of coffee he poured for you. he’s got creamer and sugar out next to it, but you take the warm cup and take a sip before deciding what to add. 

“do you have cinnamon?” you ask, and he thinks for a moment before he puts his mug down and turns to one of his cabinets. after messing around in there for a few seconds, he finds a measly container of cinnamon and passes it to you gently.

“can i say something?” he asks out of the blue, and you nod, encouraging him to continue as you stir your coffee. “you look hot in my clothes.”

“oh,” you cough, the sip you were in the middle of taking going down the wrong way. seonghwa rushes to your side, patting your back to help clear your throat. “thanks?”

“sorry if that was weird, i just-”

“what are we, seonghwa?” you ask, and he stops cold. “like, i don’t wanna go there, but i think we have to, right? i mean, you’ve been looking at me weird all morning, and i’ve been feeling things i don’t understand, and i know we like to fuck but...should it be more than that?”

“do you want it to be more than that?” he asks, and now you’re not sure what to say. “because, honestly, i’d be willing to try.”

“oh,” you squeak out. “al-alright.”

“alright?” he laughs. “that’s it? what do you want from this? no judgement, i swear.”

“what are those little stars for on your calendar?” you ask instead, and seonghwa’s face turns a precious shade of red.

“um, that’s for the days that we work together,” he answers, and you’re sure your face is so red it matches his now. “not sure why, but i look forward to those shifts for some reason.”

“hm, wonder why,” you say with a shy smile, sipping from your coffee to hide it. but seonghwa is still watching you, and you start again. “so you want to try...? try what exactly?”

“well, a lot of things,” he says suggestively, and you roll your eyes. “with you, obviously. but among them i think, maybe, a date?”

“that would be nice,” you agree, and seonghwa smiles proudly. 

“noted,” he nods. “i’ll think of something nice.”

“can’t wait.”

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happy new year🍸✨ || park seonghwa (m)

🍸 pairing ⇢ art major! (fem) reader x med-school student! Seonghwa x San (kind of)

🍸 summary ⇢ after a hell of a night of drinking god knows what, you wake up in the arms of your sworn enemy. Clothes? Gone. Sanity? Also gone. That is, until he wakes up before you get the chance to leave.

🍸 genre/ au⇢ enemies to lovers, one night stand au, smut, slight angst, some fluff

🍸 warnings/tags ⇢ 18+ minors dni, one night stand, heavy drinking, party, sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (male receiving), rough sex, cream pie, seonghwa is super smart, seonghwa wears glasses, licking, biting, bruising, slight dirty talk, name calling, I am not a science professional please forgive me if things are not correct, language, a touch of after care, y/n is a freak but we love her, once again if I forgot something feel free to let me know so I can add it.

🍸 word count ⇢ 9.2k

🍸 taglist ⇢ @atinywhore @meowmeowminnie @jjhmk @yesv01 @roe-sinning @yeritheloml @yukine-smx @y00nzin0 @8tinytings @halesandy @shegotboreddsoo @kangyeosangelic @sanshineeeeee @kodzukein @hwaightme

New year's. A new beginning. A flush of new opportunities to change habits and fall in love. 

Some people will do anything to find the love of their life. You, well, the new year wasn't for praying for love or longing for that New Year's Eve kiss. You had no expectations for falling into the scheme of chemicals disguised as love.

So, on the very night, as others held hands, kissed, and enjoyed another year together, you partied the night away like it had no meaning.

This new year, however, your typical party-hard behavior ended with you in someone else's bed, glitter in your eyes, and your legs tangled with your enemy.

What the fuck happened?

—

11:25 am

New Year’s Day.

Your head was spinning. 

Flashbacks of the night before flooded your vision even before you opened your eyes. Your toes were peeking out of the fluffy duvet that one hundred percent didn't belong to you, your hands grasping onto someone else's.

You were afraid to open your eyes, to be honest.

Flashes of glitter, champagne, kisses, touches, dancing. It was all too much, and the minute you felt someone’s warm breath run down your neck, you became aware of the strong arm that held you to his body.

And that's when it hit you. 

Last night, after way too much alcohol and mixtures of shots and god knows what else, you shared your midnight kiss with someone you dreaded.

Well, at least used to dread.

You opened your eyes quickly, staying as still as ever to not wake him. You didn't trust your drunk mind—you wanted to make sure it was….him.

You looked down at the hand that was wrapped around you. His fingers cupped your breast, holding you to him like you were made for him. Your heart began to beat faster as you noticed how he was holding you, and you slowly moved your head to face your enemy.

Park Fucking Seonghwa.

There he was, in all his glory. His black hair still looked flawless,his lips parted as he breathed. They were swollen, painted red from your lipstick. You held your breath and swallowed hard, unable to look away from him from the shock.

Or maybe, just maybe, you thought he was absolutely gorgeous and couldn't believe he just fucked you after staying he hated you the day before.

You blinked, and finally tore your gaze from him.

It wasn't unusual for you to wake up in a foreign bed tangled in a mess of limbs. It was a part of your party lifestyle, and never wanting to settle. The man that you slept with, though, was someone you never imagined would have a one night stand.

He was too good to be true, which is why you couldn't believe it. He was fine-cut, clean, and someone who was a lover of all things traditional. He wears suits freshly pressed from the dry cleaners, round rimmed glasses, and a permanent smirk as if he was better than everyone else.

To be honest, he was. Which is why you hated him.

He was too perfect. And now, here you were, with said perfect man, your naked bodies pressed against each other. 

You let out a groan, unsure about how to get out of this situation. Ever so slowly, you wrapped your fingers around the hand that gripped your breast, prying his godly fingers off your skin. You breathed slowly as you set his hand down, and then you slipped out of the covers.

Your bare feet landed on the cold hardwood, and you let out a sigh of relief. You looked over at him before finding your dress that you vividly remember him ripping off of you, and of course, it was torn right down the middle. 

“Fuck.” you whispered, although it wasn't quiet enough.

He gasped awake, pushing himself back against the headboard. His eyes were frantic, searching all over the room until his eyes met yours. And then they trailed down, and down, and down, as he soaked up your nakedness. “Holy fuck,” he breathed, not even pulling up the covers to hide his bare chest. “y/n? Where are your clothes?”

You stood like a deer in headlights, scared enough to not even bother to hide yourself. He saw it all, anyway.

“I, uh,” you sniffed, holding up the destroyed dress in your hands. “You tore it off my body…”

He squinted his eyes, unable to see without those glasses of his. He reached over onto the nightstand, and quickly tossed on those sexy ass round-rimmed glasses. And that's when another flashback hit you.

 “What the hell happened last night?”

—

New Years Eve,

9:05 pm.

“Make sure you bring some painkillers, y/n,” your best friend San said as you stuffed the necessities into your purse. “I know how you get.”

You chuckled and tossed a whole bottle into your purse. “I got you, Sannie.”

You and san were besties. Not just you two, but you had a whole friend group. Wooyoung, hongjoong, San, A mixture of personalities, but you liked to consider your group a bunch of party-hards. All except one of them. 

Seonghwa, who was hongjoong’s roommate, joined the friend group last new years. He was the stick up the ass friend that wouldn't like to come to parties, and his priorities lied with passing his boards. A smarty pants, of course, and you couldn't blame him for his efforts to do well. You just didn't care the same way he did.

Which is why he didn't like you.

He also studied the brain while you studied art, which he thought was tedious. He knew everything about your brain while you couldn't even pick apart his expressions, which pissed you off all the time.

“Oh, one more thing,” San poked his head into your room, a sinister smile on his face. A face you've kissed one too many times. “Seonghwa is coming.”

You went still as he stood in your doorway, your lips only half covered with bright red lipstick. “What?”

San shrugged. “Don't know why. Said he was sick of studying for once. I couldn't believe it either,” he looked you up and down then, and gave you a wink. “Anyway. You look hot. I wanna kiss away that lipstick, baby.”

You smirked, loving that you and San could do anything to each other and it meant nothing. He was the male version of you, that's for sure.

“Come here then.” you chuckled, and not surprisingly, he entered the room like he owned it, pulling you to him sexily. Everyone thought you were dating, but the truth was that you just like to kiss each other. And fuck, but theres absolutely no strings attached.

Reason number a million for why seonghwa hated you.

His lips met yours sloppily, tugging you closer as his lips parted yours. He pulled back, licking the lipstick off his lips. 

“So, who’s gonna be the lucky man tonight?” he huskily groaned, leaning back onto your vanity.

You carried on like nothing happened, and fixed up your lipstick. “Not sure. Whoever is down for some fun I guess.”

He nodded. “Of course, of course. Anyway, as much as I like to chit-chat and makeout with you, it's time to head out. I want to get there before the good alc is gone.”

You smirked, finishing your lipstick only for it to be ruined later on. 

“Alright, lets go get fucked up.”

—

10:20 pm

You entered the party an hour later, already buzzed on your pre-game chug. San gripped onto you as you entered the house, having no idea who’s it was.

“The party is here, motherfuckers.” San hollered, and everyone who was in the room turned to see you.

You were sober enough to look around, looking for the man you couldn't believe was showing up. You didn't see him anywhere, and you felt a bit let down at the thought of him not showing up.

San’s fingertips were pressed into your side as your friends came up to see you. “Ah, there you guys are. We figured you were fucking as per usual.” Wooyoung cockily spoke, a smile on those pretty drunk lips of his.

Hongjoong snorted, holding a can of beer tightly in his hands. “You're so right.”

You shook your head this time, looking at San, who was staring at you hungrily. “Nah, just a quick makeout sesh. Didn't want to zip this dress back up.”

“Nah, I could've just lifted it up.” San smirked.

You were too busy staring at San to notice the man of the hour coming up behind your friends.

Seonghwa looked pained, his pretty eyes hidden behind his glasses. He held a beer in his hand, looking out of place from his stuffy persona. His long legs were covered with tight black dress pants, and his chest was covered in a matching suit coat and a turtleneck.

You couldn't lie, it pissed you off that he was hot.

“Hwa, there you are,” San giggled, already drunk off an unknown amount of vodka shots. “You're looking fine as hell tonight.”

You moved your gaze to the tall man, his expensive aura rubbing off on you. His eyes were sending daggers at San’s grip on your waist, and then he brought his gaze up to yours. “Thanks.” is all he said, his smooth voice enveloping your senses.

You looked him up and down with an arch of the brow. “Seonghwa.”

He did the same to you, although his piercing eyes were judging your every move. “Y/n.”

You scoffed at the disdain of his tone, knowing that this party was going to be the death of you if you stayed this sober. You looked up to San, who was already looking at you. “San, could you get me a drink?”

He went off like he was your servant, leaving you alone with your friends. That is, until hongjoong gave wooyoung a knowing look. “We're going to get drinks too. Bye-bye.” hongjoong chuckled, knowing he was leaving you with the enemy.

You rolled your eyes, unable to meet your gaze to Seonghwa’s fierce one. It was quiet between you two, desperately needing him to either leave or speak. 

To your surprise, he did the latter.

“I see you're enjoying winter break, clearly,” he hummed, bringing the beer can up to his lips. You couldn't help but watch as they got wet, and how he licked them clean while looking at you. “Maybe too much.”

Stupid stupid stupid. He shouldn't be hot. It's not fair.

You crossed your arms over your chest. “What do you mean by that?” you inquired, to which he scoffed before responding.

He shrugged. “Well, you're having fun with San and going to parties left and right. Do you ever rest?” he took a step closer to you, but you didn't back down. Even though his voice was so smooth, buttering you up even when he insulted you, you loved to play his game right back.

“Why are you here? Shouldn't you be dissecting a brain or something?” you growled, looking around for San—who wasn't back with your drink yet. “Listen, we all can't be neurosurgeons, baby. Leave the partying and sex and drugs to me.”

He raised an eyebrow, and took another step towards you. “So you are fucking him.”

You furrowed your brows at his harsh and unusual word choices. 

Two can play it this way, seonghwa.

“Who? I can name a few people in this room alone,” you reached out, using your flirtatious ways to make him uncomfortable as you always do. You ran a hand down his arm, his gaze hardening on you. “Are you interested? You know I like it rough. I’m sure San tells you all about it—”

“Slut.” he hissed, his eyes black as night as your hand wrapped around his forearm. It's not a word you should take lightly, but hearing him call you that actually did the opposite you expected. You felt warm, your stomach tingling lower and lower and lower.

Your eyes lit up as they met his. “Oh? We’re name calling now, huh?” you pulled him to you, and he stumbled into you. You reached up and pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose. “Sucks for you, four eyes, I like being degraded.”

He didn't make a face. He just stared down at you, his lips flat without emotion. His eyes, however, danced with lust from the look you were giving him. After a moment of tearing each other apart, you pushed him away, leaving him standing alone as you went to go find San. Before you left his sight, you turned around and gave him a flirty wave, catching him scoffing one last time before leaving the room.

—

11:30 pm

It was a blur. You were already on your seventh, maybe tenth drink, feeling your body warm from the toxin you call alcohol. You had a habit of dancing when you were drunk, and that left you in the middle of the room, grinding on San and some other random dudes.

In your hand was a red cup of something that tastes like peach whiskey, and it nearly spilled as San’s hands were all over you. The edge of his fingertips danced at the curve of your hip, your arms reaching the sky as his lips were on your neck. Little did you know that more than one set of eyes were on you.

Seonghwa sat on the leather couch, his legs spread wide and his arms crossed. He was drunk off a whole bottle of orange vodka, which scared him a bit. He was unsure of what he would do—or say—to you. You had no idea why he hated you, but oh, some choice words might spill out of his mouth tonight as he watched San touch you like that.

He narrowed his eyes when San’s lips met yours, staring at you with so much anger he might have exploded. He kept watching, unable to break his stare from you. His eyes trailed down to the way San’s hand slid down your hips, and watched as he kissed you and smiled with cockiness.

Seonghwa didn't like how he looked at you.

Maybe it was the alcohol, but Hwa stood up and made his way over to you. Within that little time, San was already dancing with another girl, leaving you dancing all alone in the midst of sweaty bodies and men that would take advantage of you.

The minute you spotted him in front of you, you stopped dancing and plastered a goofy smile on your face. “Hello there, smarty pants. Out of your element?” you asked him and began to dance again. He looked at you deeply, noticing the smudge of your lipstick.

“You seem to let anyone touch you.” He said, pushing his glasses up on his face.

You shrugged as you danced, but you were sick of him killing the mood. You reached out to him and pulled him close, and to your surprise, he didn't move away as you danced against him.

“Yeah, even you.” you smirked, grinding your ass against his dick. You were certain he was drunk enough to ignore it. “Touch me.”

He hesitated, but the alcohol took over as his hands moved on their own. He was too drunk to hide his true feelings, but at least you both wouldn't remember this in the morning. His hands slid down to your hips, and never have you ever craved someone’s touch this much.

You reached back to run a hand down his face, feeling the cold rim of his glasses. You felt how sharp his jawline was as his hands touched you like he never did before.

“I’m touching you because you want me to, not because I want to.” he huffed, but his fingers said otherwise as they curled around your dress. His head rested against yours, but then you turned around in his hold, your face inches away from his.

You tilted your face up as you saw the longing look he was giving you. God, you hated him.

“Are you sure about that?” your lips were inches away from his, his hands still gripping at your waist. You held onto his shirt, fisting it tight. You smelled his breath, his shampoo, his everything. Your vision was hazy, but you knew damn well he was the hottest man you've ever laid eyes on. “Your hands seem to like my waist.”

“I don't like anything about you,” he whispered in your ear, lips pressing against your skin. “Not even your sexy little ass. God, I hate your lips, too.”

You shivered under his touch, his hand now squeezing your ass as he breathed into your ear. 

“Oh? What’s wrong with my lips?” 

He let out a sigh, his breathing getting shallower by the minute. 

His dark eyes met yours.

“Because they don't belong to me.”

You stopped dead at his words, feeling like the whole world stopped. He stopped too, but his hands still found their home on your ass and waist.

Your heart began to beat out of your chest. No man has ever made you feel the way he made you feel. You couldn't stand it.

Ignoring his half-confession, you laughed it off. “Your breath smells like oranges.”

He smiled down at you, hair in his eyes. “That's because of the orange vodka. You smell like peaches.”

You licked your lips, really wanting to taste the oranges on his lips; in his mouth. Something was wrong with you.

“I really don't like you.” you said, looking at his lips.

“I hate you even more.”

“Well I hate you a million times more.”

He scoffed, his hands meeting your waist once again. “I hate your dress.”

You rolled your eyes. “Why? Is it too slutty for you? Is that all you see in me?”

He shook his head. “No,” he hummed. “I just think you're too pretty to be someone’s play-thing.”

You blinked. Was that a compliment?

You wrapped your arms around his neck. “I don't do it as often as you think.” you said to him, that seductive smile on your face he knew all too well.

“Well you sleep with San.”

You shrugged. “Yeah, but we only fuck because we don't know how to love. We've only done it once.”

He frowned. “What? Really? Only once?”

You nodded, your hand running through his soft hair without knowing. This was the most you've ever spoken civilly. “Yeah. We make out and like other stuff, but I don't like him like that. He doesn't like me like that either. We just do it for fun. Anything to feel something.”

He scoffed, looking as pretty as ever. “God, you're insane.”

“Maybe.”

He smiled. Really smiled. You thought he was so gorgeous, your drunk self didn't know what to do with him.

San came up to you two, a smirk on his lips as he watched you. “Dancing with the enemy, huh?” he chuckled, a girl on one arm and wooyoung on the other. “Have fun, looks like Seonghwa isn't a buzzkill after all.”

San left then, which kind of proved your relationship to Hwa. Sure, you liked to party. You liked having sex. You liked to feel things. It was just your way of having fun. Feeling alive. Even though Seonghwa hated that you were like that, you now just figured out that he thought you deserved better than being someone’s object.

“It's almost midnight.” you whispered, leaning your head against his chest. You felt his heartbeat race under that expensive turtleneck of his.

“Mhm.” he hummed into your hair. 

“Who are you going to kiss?” you ran your hands down his back sensually. “Did you even ever kiss someone?”

He laughed, and you felt his chest vibrate. “Do you think I’m a virgin, y/n?”

You giggled, his hands feeling you up. “Maybe. Either that or you're like extremely experienced and you know everything.”

He chuckled at that, but didn't deny it.

“So which is it?” you looked up at him as people began to chant the countdown in the background. “Virgin or sexpertise?” 

Ten. 

“Do you want to find out?” he asked, his hands living on your hips. “Or do you hate me too much?”

Nine.

“I do hate you quite a bit.” you looked up at his lips.

Eight.

He tilted his head, licking his lips.

Seven.

“Well I don't want you kissing someone else.”

Six.

You looked up at him through your lashes. “So does that mean you don't hate me?”

Five. 

He tugged you closer to him, your breasts pressing against his chest. “Oh, I do hate you. I hate everything about you.”

Four.

“Oh, I know you do.” you licked your lips as he pressed his forehead against yours. “You never let me hear otherwise.”

Three. 

“Do you…want to hear otherwise?”

Two. 

His hand met your jaw, tilting it up to face him. You swallowed hard.

You nodded. 

“I never wanted someone so bad the way I want you.” he breathed.

One.

“Kiss me.” you groaned, and this time, he touched you because he wanted to.

“I won't be able to stop.” he hummed against your lips, enveloping you with the sweet taste of oranges and vodka despite the warning.

Happy new year!

He pushed open your lips, tongue in your mouth and hands in your hair. You fisted his hair with one hand, his glasses crashing against your face. He pulled back for a moment only long enough to tear them off his face, only to further the kiss. His hands gripped your face, his tongue licking the roof of your mouth.

He breathed hard as you kissed and kissed and kissed. Your hands were still in his hair, tugging him down to you as he leaned down. You've never kissed someone the way you kissed him at this moment, sharing breaths and sweet-tasting saliva.

Seonghwa scrunched his eyebrows tight as he kissed you, so powerfully, that you didn't know where to put your hands on him anymore. 

You forgot that you were in the middle of a room full of people, but one kiss wasn't enough for both of you. You loved the softness of his lips. The taste of them. The smell of his hair. You loved the way he was looking at you, the way he was touching you. You loved everything about him at this moment.

He pulled away, slowly, tenderly, as if he didn't almost break your face from that powerful kiss. It was as if the world was ending—he couldn't let go of you.

And to make matters worse, the pad of his thumb met the corner of your lips, wiping them gently.

“Happy new year, y/n.”

You stared at him, trying to decipher your true feelings. Did you only hate him because he never showed you the time of day? Was it because he was perfect, like a literal god?

—

12:45 am.

The New Year

Somehow, someway, you and seonghwa got separated in all the craziness of the midnight frenzy. You were now in the kitchen, guzzling down your second shot of champagne. You were way too drunk to search for seonghwa, but the minute you saw a flash of black and silver rimmed glasses, you pushed yourself off the counter and followed him.

The cold January breeze hit you, but your body was too warmed up from your intoxication. You stepped down the stairs of the deck, pushing through the swarm of people to see a group lighting off sparklers. Maybe it wasn't the smartest idea, as everyone here had to be at least tipsy, but you saw him then, smiling, and holding onto a sparkler.

The brightness of the sparks reflected in his eyes, leaving specks of gold and white dance around his lenses. He didn't see you yet, so you stepped closer and closer. He had to see you now, but he didn't look over.

“You know that our reactions to the world around us originate from our brains?” he smiled, waving the sparkler around to make the fire move. “Our movements. Like me moving this right now. Because my brain told my muscles to do it, I moved. Isn't it amazing?”

You stared at him as he turned to you.

“Same way with you,” he sniffed, possibly because of the cold. He looked down at the sparkler in his hands. “My brain reacts to you. More than absolutely anything.”

You reached out and held the sparkler with him, knowing there was no way you were going to remember this in the morning. “So, what makes my body react to you, then?”

He let out a sigh, putting his thinking face on even while he was obliterated. “That depends on what way you react. There are many different chemicals.”

You tilted your head. “Chemicals?”

He nodded, looking down at how your hands were touching each other. His free hand gripped your chin, tilting it up to meet his lustful gaze.

“If you're thinking about kissing me,” he paused, the reflection of the star of the sparkler in his lenses. “Or touching me. Or fucking me, your levels of dopamine and norepinephrine are high.”

You furrowed your eyebrows as his fingertips brushed against your lips. 

“High?” 

“Mhm. Your brain is currently sending signals through your neurotransmitters. If you're attracted to me right now,” the sparks of the sparkler died out right then. “Your body will react because of the chemical reactions.”

“So,” you breathed, looking up at him innocently. “How is your body reacting to me? What’s your brain telling you?”

Seonghwa paused, taking a quick look at your lips before biting them slightly. He tossed the dead sparkler away. “Well my brain isn't fully functional right now, so I’m not sure how reliable my words are.”

You scoffed, slapping him on the arm. “I thought we were having a moment.”

“We are.”

You laughed. “Seonghwa, I feel like you have no common sense.”

He blinked. “Well, not right now. Like I said when you drink your brain doesn't work as well—”

You groaned, interrupting him with a hand to his mouth. This made his eyes go wide, and you felt his hot breath hit your palm.

“I literally hate you so much,” you kept your hand to his mouth to keep him from speaking. “I’d rather have you call me a slut like earlier. Although you look cute talking all nerdy.”

He blinked at you, confused at what you really felt about him. He was so far gone that he was starting to spill brain facts—a usual scenario that happens when he gets drunk. It's not what he wants to get across now, even though he was confused about his own thoughts.

He reached up to grab your hand, and wiped his face after. Now his lips were free—you kept thinking back to your kiss you shared earlier.

“I won't be able to stop.” you said.

He tilted his head in confusion. “What?”

You sighed, grabbing his cheeks in your hands, making him let out a little noise of surprise. You could tell he barely had any idea where he was. His eyes were dilated, dark, and somehow so lovely you couldn't imagine looking into anyone else's.

“You said you wouldn't be able to stop. When you were kissing me.” you hummed, feeling the warmth of his body that was inches away from yours. “But you did.”

He stared at you deeply, and you were able to see your reflection in his round eyes. “Yes.”

You rubbed your thumb against his cheekbone. “And you said before that if you wanted to kiss someone, that was because of a chemical reaction?”

He nodded slowly, looking at your lips in a haze. “Also yes.”

“Are you….having any reaction…to me?” you slid your hand back, running it up his neck, watching him shut his eyes tight in response. “To my touch? Do you want to kiss my lips again? Or fuck me?”

“God, y/n.” he hissed quietly, his eyes opening slowly to meet your intense gaze. His hands were back on your hips, seeming like a happy place for him. “I’m supposed to hate you.”

You smirked, leaning in to kiss the sharpness of his jaw, hearing him breathe in sharply. “We can go back to being hateful in the morning. I want you inside me more than I want to be hated, tonight,” you kissed the lobe of his ear, nibbling on it slightly as his hands tightened at your waist. “So your answer? Is there a chemical reaction going off in your body right now?”

He laughed deeply, sending chills down your spine. His arms wrapped around your body, his palm at the small of your back, pulling you into him. “If there wasn't, then I would have something wrong with me.”

You sensually giggled, gripping the back of his neck so he would look you in the eyes. “Then I’m all yours for the night.”

“I can…I can do anything to you?” he murmured into your ear, both of you unaware of the people around you. 

His forehead pressed against yours.

“Anything.” 

—

1:20 am.

The New Year

He slammed you against the door of god knows who’s bedroom, his lips on yours the minute he caught his breath. His hand searched for the door knob, and after aggressively running his hand up and down the door, he found it, and you both tumbled into the bedroom.

He moaned as you bit his lip with full force, feeling euphoric from the sounds he made. He pushed you back into the door, slamming it shut with your body. Lifting you up quickly, he held you to the door, feeling his hard-on through his pants.

“You said you liked it rough,” he whispered onto your lips like it was a confession, kissing them in between words. “I’ll make it so rough you won't think about San ever again.”

You cried out as he stuck his tongue into your mouth, now knowing that this booksmart boy was most certainly not a virgin. “I knew it.” you breathed, smirking while his teeth bit into your neck. You grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling it so hard that he set you down. You watched his face contort in pain and pleasure as you backed him up to the edge of the bed.

“What?” he groaned, looking up at you from his seated position. His eyes pleaded for your touch, and you did, gripping onto his shoulder as you stepped between his legs.

“I knew you weren't a virgin, you asshole.” you gave him a sinister smile, and with the deadliest look, you ripped the hair tie off your wrist to tie your hair up.

You watched him swallow hard, his black hair covering his eyes and sticking to him from his sweat. His legs were spread wide, his dick begging to tear through his expensive pants. He breathed heavily as he watched you kneel, causing him to moan without you having to touch him.

“I…” he huffed as your hands met the waistband of his pants. “Ugh.” he couldn't finish what he had to say when you unbuttoned them, pulling down the zipper to reveal black underwear. You tugged at his pants, pulling them down along with the underwear. There he was, ready for you. You were going to make him feel so good that he would never forget this, despite your shared “hatred.”

He tossed his head back the minute he felt your breath against his tip, veins popping through the skin of his forehead as he bit his lip. You licked his cock, dragging your tongue down from the tip to the base. You looked up at him while you did it, meeting his breathless expression.

“I…I…Fuck.” he cried out, his hand fisting your ponytail with force. 

You moaned as you sucked his dick, your throat contracting from his size. You gagged slightly as he shoved you deeper, your hands behind your back like the master you were. You used your tongue as you moved up and down, going faster as you heard him moan louder and louder.

“I’m gonna fucking come if you don't stop,” he hissed after god knows how long you spent sucking him off, and he pulled you up off your knees. 

You nearly blushed at his lost expression, his lips bright red from your lipstick and his cheeks flushed. His eyes were slanted with lust, dazed and lost within your touch. He was leaning back on his arms, which were still covered by the turtleneck you couldn't wait to take off of him.

You licked your lips as you looked down on him, and your fingertips met the hem of his shirt. You tugged it slowly, watching his eyes widen slightly as you pulled it over his head. The smooth ripple of muscle danced down his stomach like he was some sort of art piece.

You then stood back to admire for a moment, which was too long for seonghwa to wait. He stood up from the bed, his arms coming around to hold the back of your head. He was completely naked now, all that was left was the slutty glasses that dawned his face. You didn't want to take them off just yet.

He looked at you for a second before pressing his red lips to yours, his hand gripping the back of your head to hold you to him. His other hand twirled around the end of your little dress, unable to take a second to pull the zipper down. You moaned into his mouth as his tongue collided into yours, your hands finding their home in his hair. The coldness of his glasses burned into your skin, sending more shivers down your spine as he kissed you like no one ever has.

“I’ll tear this thing apart,” he growled into your mouth, impatient as ever. Before you could tell him there was a zipper, he ripped the fabric right off your body, tossing it across the room like it was nothing. You didn't even care if it was your favorite dress. The only thing that mattered right now was having him inside you.

You shivered as his hands slid down the waistband of your lace underwear.

“I bet you didn't think I would be the one taking these off of you,” he licked your lips, his cold fingertips meeting your other lips. He pushed his middle finger between them, his eyes dancing with desire as he watched your eyes shut tight. “Lace? So slutty.”

“Your glasses are sluttier.” You held in a whimper.

He smirked, and took his hand away slowly. Before you could complain, he sucked on the fingers that were just near your entrance, and then slid his hand up your matching bra, the pads of his fingers rubbing against the sensitive skin of your nipple. Without warning, he pulled it over your head, and you rested your head in the crook of his neck while his hands caressed your breasts. You kissed his collarbone as his arms snaked around your waist, pushing you backwards until you both fell onto the bed.

He caged you from above, his dick pressing up against your center. You felt the dribble of precum hit your skin, unable to shake the feeling that he was probably the best you ever had—even without entering you. His one arm reached down to pull your underwear off, so quickly you barely knew he did it.

You arched your back into him, begging him with your eyes for him to enter you, but he just looked down at you with a smirk. He ran a hand down your face, almost lovingly, but you knew better.

The minute his dick lined up to enter, and with a sharp inhale, he pushed himself deep inside you, causing you to let out a cry.

You rocked your hips against his as he held himself over you, his eyes locked on yours drunkenly. You couldn't remember when–or if—he ever looked straight into your eyes before tonight. It was fitting that he would only look at you when he fucked you.

His hips clashed into yours, his arms looping around your legs to shove himself further, if possible. You moaned so loud you swore everyone could hear you, but what made you even more turned on was that he was just as loud.

“Say my name.” he said, his glasses still on, making you even more feral. “I want to hear you scream it.”

You looked into his galaxy-like eyes, watching them sparkle with emotion.

You'll never recover from this.

“Seonghwa.” you whined, completely vulnerable under his body.

“Oh my god,” he purred, his eyes darkening. “Say it again.”

You moaned, causing him to move faster. “Hwa…”

You gripped his ass as he moved powerfully, his fingernails piercing your skin while his lips made love to your neck. You could hardly breathe between his god-like movements and the way his touch felt like fire, but when his lips met yours once again, you slid your hands up to hold the hair out of his face.

You smirked.

“Let me ride you.” you said, your voice hoarse from all your moans. He didn't stop moving as you asked, but you saw that gorgeous smirk immediately.

You traded positions, feeling empty as he pulled out of you. The minute you saw him under you, his hair sticking to his face and his eyes full of wonder, you let out a sigh, feeling his pulse from under you. You caressed his stomach with your fingertips, watching those bright eyes shut tight. Bringing your fingers down, you slid them down the V of his muscle, smiling to yourself as he bucked his hips forward. 

You leaned down, your lips meeting his stomach and you moved them further and further up, kissing his chest, his collarbone, his neck. You got to his chin, then his nose, until you softly gripped his glasses. Once they were off, you set them down onto the nightstand, letting out a chuckle as you looked at him.

He blinked up at you, never seeing him with such emotion.

“Beautiful,” he whispered against your lips, feeling his hot breath coat them while his hands caressed your back. 

You furrowed your eyebrows, sliding your finger down his neck to grip his throat. “You make me so mad.” you breathed, a devilish, almost insane look on your face. 

You tightened your grip.

He looked at you, sexy as ever. “Why?”

“Because,” you lined yourself up, hearing him grunt as you pushed yourself onto him. 

“When you call me beautiful, I actually believe you.”

You didn't give him a chance to answer you as you bounced up and down, smirking as you watched him squirm under your hold. You released your grip on his neck, pushing yourself up to ride him better. His hands were on your hips, his mouth agape and his eyes shut tight.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he moaned, leaning up from his sprawled position to wrap his arms around your body, holding him to you as you bounced up and down. Up and down, his lips on your lips. His hands in your hair. His tongue in your mouth. You never wanted this to end.

Who knows how long you've been going. He threw you around, pushing you up against the headboard and tossing your legs over his shoulders. He moaned in your ear, biting the lobe and then kissing it. “I still hate you,” he hissed, his sweat rubbing off onto you as he pressed his head into yours. “I hate how good your pussy feels.”

You tried catching your breath, holding onto him as he crashed. You already came twice, and you felt the third high coming after those words.

“You…” he huffed as you sucked on his thumb, unable to control himself. “You're such a whore.”

You smiled, your legs losing their feeling by how hard he was pumping into you. “Mhm.”

He groaned, tossing his head back. “It's so hot. You're so hot.” his breaths began to quicken, along with his movements. You most definitely will have bruises on your thighs from his grip and marks from the headboard on your back in the morning. “My little slut.”

“Ah,” you cried out, feeling yourself tighten around his pulsing cock. He pushed you up against the headboard even harder, and you felt the sharpness of his fingernails as he bucked his hips a few more times.

He came into you, without warning, and you felt the warmness fill you up completely. His breath was just as hot, hitting your sweaty face rhythmically. You let out a comfortable sigh as he moved your legs off his shoulders.

As you laid out, your back against the wooden headboard and him between your legs, he looked at you, gently, romantically, as if he didn't just fuck you for hours. He reached out, brushing your soaked hair behind your ear with a slight boyish smile.

He looked down at you in awe, unsure of what to do now. He was now a completely different person than he was a few minutes ago. His hands felt the inside of your thighs, his eyes wide. “Do you…do I..” he scratched his head. “Should I…help you? Like, wash up?” he met eyes with you, still drunk, but not nearly as much as he was a few hours ago.

You paused. You never had someone offer you that. Or any after care, in general. It's always been a hello, goodbye. 

He looked like he wanted to take care of you.

You blinked, trying to hide your appreciation. “You…don't have to,” you said, barely audible. He was the smartest man you knew, there was no way he didn't know what that meant.

He looked at you one more time before getting off the bed. You watched as he searched the room, admiring his physique. He found a box of tissues, and he gave you a look. “It's not the best thing, but—”

“It's okay, seonghwa.” you smiled, your hatred for him completely gone. Poof! Nothing was there other than infatuation and some other feeling you couldn't put your finger on. He came over to you then, and gently wiped the inside of your thighs, cleaning you up slowly. You blinked slowly as the tiredness took over you, but you didn't fall asleep just yet.

He looked you up and down from his standing position, his eyes sparkling under the moonlight that peeked through the windows.

He laid on the bed next to you, pulling up the covers and tossing them over both of you. Without thinking, you cuddled up to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your head in his neck.

“You should believe it.” he said softly, rubbing circles into your arm.

“Hm?” you mumbled, drifting into sleep.

He smiled and kissed your forehead. 

“That you are beautiful.”

—

11:30 am

New Year’s Day.

Back to the current time, Seonghwa sat up against the headboard, looking as shocked as ever, not even pulling up the covers to hide his bare chest. 

“y/n?” he asked, his eyes wide. “Where are your clothes?”

You stood like a deer in headlights, scared enough to not even bother to hide yourself. He saw it all, anyway. You remembered everything as soon as your fingers touched your dress.

“I, uh,” you sniffed, holding up the destroyed dress in your hands. “You tore it off my body…”

He squinted his eyes, unable to see without those glasses of his. He reached over onto the nightstand, and quickly tossed on those sexy ass round-rimmed glasses. The same glasses he had on when he fucked you so hard you saw stars.

 “What the hell happened last night?” He asked, fixing his glasses to rest right on that pretty nose of his.

Your heart slowed. “You… don't remember?” you asked him, looking down at your aching body. He stared at you, lost, dazed, looking even more fuckable than he was when you were drunk.

This is bad.

He sighed, looking over the bruises on your thighs. “No, I do. I do,” he paused, scratching his head. “I’m sorry about the bruises. And…your dress.”

You wanted to escape. This was the first time you wanted to stay in someone's arms. The first time you wanted to sleep with someone more than once. It was unlike you.

You frantically searched for his shirt on the floor. You grabbed it and tossed it on, and thank god it fit like a dress. Your mind wandered to how he touched you, how he kissed you, how he cleaned you up.

You slid on your underwear, forgetting about the bra and quickly looked for your shoes. He watched you from the bed, a frown on his face. 

“You and your stupid chemical talk,” you mumbled, fixing your hair in the mirror. You looked over at him one last time, feeling your chest tingle from the look he was giving you. “I uh…it was nice. Thanks.” was all you came up with before leaving the room, and leaving him all alone with no shirt and your lace bra.

How were you supposed to fix this?

—

January 30th

End of Winter Break

You sat with your head in your textbook, alone in the library at your college campus. It's been thirty days since your unforgettable night with seonghwa, and here you were, still thinking about it every chance you got.

However, he was back to hating you again. He wouldn't even look at you, or speak to you. It felt like nothing happened, and in all reality, it was all your fault.

San came up to you then, a frown on his face as you made no reaction to his presence. Seonghwa was right—you couldn't even think of san the same way. Not after that night with hwa. 

“y/n,” San sat across from you at the library table, his expression solemn. “You haven't been yourself. Since when do you study?”

You blinked down at your textbook, reading about the anatomical drawings of Leonardo Divinci. It reminded you of seonghwa—not because of the way it looks, but knowing that the chemical reactions of the body lie under the exterior.

“Did you know that we have a whole bunch of neurotransmitters?” you furrowed your brow, your finger dancing along the drawing’s body. “They react to touch. Like this.” you said, circling the figure. San didn't speak, and he knew what happened between you and Seonghwa.

“Hey,” he reached out to shut your textbook, shutting your thoughts up. “What's going on?”

You shrugged, wrapping yourself up tightly in your fluffy coat. “I don't know. I don't know why I’m feeling this way or what it means.”

“It's Seonghwa,” he said kindly, picking at the edge of the textbook. “He’s been the same way, too.”

You sighed. “He won't even look at me, but who can blame him? After all he tore off my dress and called me a slut and bruised my thighs so bad I still have—”

“Alright, alright,” San hissed, making a disgusted face. “I don't need the details. But I can tell you what he said about you…”

Your eyes lit up, meeting his own irises with wonder. “What did he say?”

San bit his lip, and squirmed in the chair he was sitting in. “He said…he said he didn't want you to leave. When he was drunk the other day, he wouldn't stop talking about you.”

“San I,” you sighed, picking at your fingers in your lap. “I had to. That's all I know.”

He shook his head. “It doesn't have to be. Not with him, at least.”

You stared at him for a moment, unable to grasp the emotions you were feeling. “I don't want a relationship.”

He nodded. “He knows that.”

You bit your lip. “I don't know how to love someone.”

“He knows that, too.”

“Then what do I do?” you laughed, a usual occurrence when you were confused. “I want to be with him, but I don't know why.”

He smiled at you, his eyes kind rather than their usual flirtiness. “It doesn't hurt to try, y/n.”

Something blew up in your mind—some sort of chemical reaction you weren't used to. You knew of the feeling of attraction, lust, everything in between. But you didn't know what this one was.

You stood up abruptly. “I gotta go.” the chair nearly tumbled back as you zoomed out of the library, forgetting your backpack and your textbook like they were the least of your worries.

You ran through the cold, having no idea where your destination was. You knew who he was, but not where to find him. You checked his apartment, called hongjoong, and checked the science lecture halls. With him nowhere to be found, you thought your heart was going to give out—that is, until one more place came to mind.

You raced to the campus bus stop, pacing until the bus finally arrived. Your leg bounced up and down rapidly until you reached your stop. You moved so fast you were certain people thought you were insane, and when you finally pushed through the doors of the hospital, you trudged up the stairs to the neuro floor, right up to the main desk.

You took a deep breath to slow your breathing. “Is Seonghwa here?” you asked in a hurry, your heart beating so fast you thought you were dying. 

The lady frowned, giving you the weirdest look. “Who? Is he a patient?”

You swallowed hard, shaking your head. “No, no. he’s a med student. He should be doing an internship here or something? He’s in neuroscience. Neurosurgery? One of the two, I don't—”

“y/n?”

You heard his smooth voice from the right, and you slowly turned toward him in relief. “Ah, thank god. I need to see you, I think I’m dying.” you inhaled sharply, watching his neutral expression change to worry. 

He hesitated to get closer to you, his lips opening and closing as his mind wondered about what to say. He decided against words and walked over to you, gripping onto your arm before dragging you away and into the on-call room he came out of.

He let go of you, and you stood in the middle of the room with your hands at your sides. He locked the door behind him, and then turned to you with a scowl. “Why are you here?”

You gasped for air. “Listen, I have to be dying. My heart is beating so fast.”

He crossed his arms over his chest. “It’s probably because you ran here.”

You shook your head, and he kept his distance to you. “No, it's not just that,” you took a step closer to him. He didn't move back. “I can't stop thinking about you. And when I think about you, my heart races and I feel like I need to see you. Some kind of chemical reaction is going on and it's not the one you told me about when we were drunk.”

He looked at you, his expression unreadable. You stepped closer to him. “It’s probably just your body being confused. It has nothing to do with me—”

“But it has everything to do with you!” you groaned, sweating through the furry coat you had on. You ran a hand through your hair aggressively. “Because you're the one who I see even when I’m staring at anatomy paintings I can't stand it anymore.”

He let his guard down, setting down his arms at his sides. You took a step closer to him, calming down in his presence. 

He looked at you through those glasses of his. “What are your symptoms?”

You let out a sigh of relief. “I uh, I cant stop thinking about you. About that night. I also cant breathe sometimes, and my heart beats super fast whenever I think about you, or if you're with someone else,” you took a breath as he watched you intently. “I don't know if its because you hate me and I cant shake it, or that I still want to sleep with you, or the fact that I want more than that but I’m no good for you but I want to be—”

“Oxytocin.” he smiled, his eyes sparkling.

You stopped, realizing you were so close to him that your shoes were almost bumping together. “What?”

“Your chemical reaction,” he said, reaching out to brush your hair away from your face. The minute his skin met yours, you felt your heart beat even faster. “It’s especially prominent with…skin to skin contact.” the pads of his fingers caressed your cheek.

You felt calm as he touched you. Like you needed it. Only him.

“What does that mean?” you asked him, a whisper.

He smiled, grabbing your face in his hands. “It means attachment. You're attached to me.”

You met eyes with him, looking at how they searched your face for any answer. 

“...Yes. you're right,” you bit your lip as he looked down at you with amusement. “All I know is that I feel so much better now that you're in front of me.”

He smiled. “Good. because I do too,” he looked at your lips, ready to lean down and kiss them. “But just so you know, I plan on ripping your clothes off again. Right here, right now, so you better tell me it won't be the last time. I don't want to hear you say bye to me ever again.”

You nodded in his grip, your face inching towards his. “Mhm. Yeah. I’ll always say hello to you. No bye’s.”

He pressed his forehead into yours. “None.” 

His lips met yours like it was the first time, and you smiled into the kiss like a schoolgirl. You wrapped your arm around his shoulders, kissing him and kissing him like you were made for him.

He made love to you on the couch of the on-call room, making new marks on your thighs and your neck. You never wanted it to end, and this time, it didn't have to.

“I’ll be the only one who gets to rip  your dresses, alright?” he growled in your ear, professing his attraction and attachment to you through actions. 

“Okay, four eyes.”

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[elikajinnie]

Young Love | Park Seonghwa X reader

a/n: This was posted on ao3, but now its here as well!

Genre: Fluff, minor angst, romance

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In the vibrant world of K-pop, I found myself as an ardent fan of many Korean Pop bands. But none of them could ever beat Ateez, with their visual, stage presence, and amazing songs that had stolen my heart with their infectious music. My room was adorned with posters of them, and every song, every dance move was etched into my soul. But my admiration went beyond mere fandom – it was something deeper, something that resonated in the core of my being.

Being a dedicated student, if you could call it that, I was constantly running on caffeine and energy bars, trying to finish my work for the day. My eyelids were dropping, and the words on my textbook were blurring into a spiral of letters. "Ah, I can't do this," I thought, not hesitating to grab my phone. To my surprise, multiple notifications from my friends lit up the screen. "They have been talking for a while…" I unlocked my phone and opened the group chat.

"Amanda has sent a link."

Amanda: "ATEEZ IS COMING TO OUR TOWN, GUYS."

Soojin: "Wait, really?"

Athena: "OMG! IT'S REAL!"

Amanda: "@Y/N WAKE UP."

78+ unread messages.

I clutched my phone tightly, feeling like my whole world collapsed as I read my friends' chat. "They are coming… here? I can see them?" With shaky hands, I typed in a message.

Y/n: "We have to buy tickets."

Soojin: "YEAH, NO SHIT. LET'S GET VIP, GUYS."

Athena: "Isn't that too expensive?"

Soojin: "NOTHING IS TOO EXPENSIVE FOR THE NAME OF LOVE! RIGHT Y/N!?"

I groaned at Soojin's antics. "Name of love… yeah, more like me being delusional," I thought.

Y/n: "Very funny."

Amanda: "Come on Y/n, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

Soojin: "I AM CURRENTLY IN THE QUEUE, GUYS."

Athena: "You are seriously buying VIP tickets??!"

Soojin: "YES!"

I let out a sigh before putting my phone down and going on my computer to open the ticket sale. Seeing the VIP ticket's price, I cringed internally, feeling sorry for my bank account. I clicked on it, hoping the purchase would go through.

Amanda: "I GOT THE TICKETS."

Soojin: "TICKETS ARE SECURED! I GOT ONE EXTRA FOR YOU TOO, ATHENA, SO YOU HAVE TO COME!"

Athena: "Damn it. Fine. Thank you, Soojin."

Soojin: "You're welcome!"

Soojin: "Now you owe me."

Athena: "….fine."

Amanda: "Did you get yours, Y/n???"

Soojin: "????"

Athena: "Yeah, did you?"

I stared at the screen of my computer, unblinking as the words washed over me.

CONGRATS Y/N. YOU HAVE SUCCESSFULLY BOUGHT VIP TICKETS FOR ATEEZ. WE CAN'T WAIT TO SEE YOU THERE.

I glanced at my phone and tried to type in my answer with a few mistakes.

Y/n: "I got mine."

I turned off my phone and put it down, my whole body vibrating in excitement. "I'm seeing them.. I'm finally seeing them."

As the concert day drew closer, my heart raced with anticipation. I carefully selected my outfit, aiming for a perfect blend of style and allure. I wanted to exude confidence when I finally stood in front of the group that had captured my heart. My friends arrived, and we embarked on the journey to the concert, blasting Ateez's songs along the way, our excitement filling the car.

When we arrived at the venue, the sight of the long queue and the bustling crowd took my breath away. The realization that I was about to see Ateez up close made my heart flutter with a mix of nerves and exhilaration. Hours seemed to pass like minutes as we stood in line, chatting excitedly about what the night might hold.

Finally, the moment arrived. The doors opened, and the crowd surged inside. My friends and I found ourselves swept up in the sea of fans, our hearts pounding in unison with the music that echoed through the arena. The energy was electric, the anticipation palpable. "So many Atinys.. it's amazing," I thought as I was pulled along by Amanda towards the barricade, chatting with other Atiny's.

The minutes ticked by as the lights dimmed and the performance started, screams of girls and boys around resonating as screams were heard throughout the giant stage and halls. My heart skipped a beat. This was it. There they were, the idols I had admired from afar, now dancing and singing just a few feet away. My eyes darted from member to member, each one shining in their unique way. And then, my gaze locked onto him – Park Seonghwa, the one who had captured my heart from the very beginning.

I looked around and saw the immense energy resonating from the fans and started matching their energy, shaking my lightstick in rhythm to the music. My eyes closed for a minute, feeling the song. When I opened my eyes, I met the gaze of him.

Their eyes met, and in that instant, time seemed to stand still. It was as if the world faded away, leaving only Seonghwa and me in a shared moment of connection. I could feel his energy, his passion, radiating from the stage and intertwining with my own. For those fleeting seconds, it was as if we were the only two people in the universe.

But as quickly as it had begun, the gaze broke. Seonghwa had to continue his performance, his moves seamless and his voice captivating. I watched with a mix of awe and admiration, my heart still racing from our brief, intense connection. The music swelled, the lights danced, and the concert carried on, but for me, those few seconds of eye contact with Seonghwa remained etched in my memory.

The night soared by, a whirlwind of music and emotion. As the final notes of the last song echoed through the arena, I felt a bittersweet ache in my chest. The concert was over, and reality was settling in. But I knew that the night was still young.

As the lights came up and the crowd began to disperse, my friends and I exchanged excited whispers and shared smiles.

After the exhilarating concert had concluded, my friends and I found ourselves waiting anxiously in a designated area, eagerly anticipating our meeting with Ateez. The moments of anticipation seemed to stretch endlessly, but as the queue gradually lessened, my nerves started to lighten. I exchanged excited glances with my friends, our shared enthusiasm fueling our excitement.

Finally, my turn arrived to meet the members of Ateez. My heart raced as I stepped onto the podium, the space filled with the vibrant energy of my idols.

As I made my way down the line, I felt my pulse quicken when I came face to face with Kim Hongjoong. He exuded charisma and kindness, putting me at ease with his warm smile. Our conversation flowed effortlessly

, and I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude for this opportunity.

Each member greeted me warmly, and I managed to have genuine conversations with all of them, laughing and sharing stories as if we were old friends. It was surreal – a dream come true that surpassed all my expectations.

But what truly caught me off guard was when I reached Seonghwa. The moment our eyes met, it was like time had folded, and we were back in that shared gaze from the concert. The connection between us was undeniable, a magnetic pull that transcended the chaos of the room around us. We spoke, our words weaving a tapestry of shared interests and laughter, as if we had known each other for years.

Throughout our conversation, I noticed that Seonghwa's eyes held an intensity that seemed to match my own feelings. It was as if he was as captivated by my presence as I was by his. Our hearts communicated through unspoken glances and shared smiles, creating a bubble of intimacy within the bustling room.

Just as I was about to leave, I felt a gentle touch on my hand. Looking down, I saw a piece of paper discreetly handed to me by Seonghwa. My heart skipped a beat as I took it, my fingers brushing against his for a fleeting moment. I discreetly pocketed the paper, the anticipation of what it held only adding to my excitement.

I waited for my friends to be done before excusing myself to the bathroom, ignoring their snickers.

I quickly located the bathroom and locked the door before pulling the paper from my pocket, carefully unfolding it, my heart racing as I read the message.

Seonghwa had written a simple yet powerful request – to meet him at the stage once everyone had left. My breath caught in my throat, and a mix of nerves and exhilaration surged through me. Without hesitation, I discreetly made my way to the stage, the shadows of the night concealing my movements.

As I reached the stage, I saw Seonghwa waiting for me, a soft smile on his lips. He gestured for me to follow, and we walked together in silence until we reached a small, secluded room. The air was charged with a mix of emotions – anticipation, nervousness, and an undeniable attraction.

Seonghwa motioned for me to sit, and as we settled into the quiet space, the world seemed to fall away. Our conversation flowed effortlessly, unburdened by the expectations of the outside world. We shared our dreams, our passions, our vulnerabilities, and with each passing moment, I felt myself falling deeper in love with the person I had admired from afar.

Our eyes locked once again, and with the heart eyes we exchanged, it spoke volumes. It was as if we were the only two people in existence, our connection forming an unbreakable bond. Seonghwa's hand brushed against mine, a simple touch that sent shivers down my spine, igniting a fire of longing within me.

As the night grew darker, our conversation continued, traversing the realm of music, dreams, and personal experiences. Time seemed to lose its grip, and it was just Seonghwa and me, two destined souls intertwined in a space where nothing else mattered.

As the hours slipped away, my heart felt both heavy and light. I had shared something profoundly intimate with Seonghwa, a connection that transcended the boundaries of fandom and reality. And as we finally bid each other farewell, I knew that the love story that had begun with a shared gaze had evolved into something deeper – a story of two hearts finding solace, comfort, and love in the midst of a bustling world.

Weeks had passed since that serendipitous night when Seonghwa and I had shared our first intimate conversation. Our connection had deepened over late-night phone calls, bridging the gap between our physical separation as Seonghwa continued on his tour. The miles between us seemed insignificant as our voices carried our emotions across the line, turning ordinary conversations into moments of shared intimacy.

But as Seonghwa's tour took him back to South Korea, the physical distance began to weigh on both our hearts. I missed him with an ache that only grew stronger with each passing day. Determined to surprise him and bridge the gap, I made a bold decision.

I booked a flight to South Korea.

My arrival in South Korea was both exhilarating and nerve-wracking. As I stepped off the plane and breathed in the unfamiliar air, a mixture of excitement and anticipation filled my every step. I made my way to the Ateez dorms, as I had gotten help from San to my surprise. A swirl of emotions churned within me. When I finally arrived, I was greeted with warmth and hugs from San and Yeosang, both of whom had become familiar voices through the phone.

"Welcome, Y/n! We've heard so much about you," San exclaimed, enveloping me in a tight hug that made me feel instantly at ease. Yeosang joined in, his smile as genuine as ever.

After the initial excitement settled, I couldn't help but ask the question that had been on my mind since I arrived, "Where's Seonghwa?"

"He's at the company right now, but he should be back shortly," San replied with a mischievous grin. "He's going to be over the moon when he sees you."

As I waited for Seonghwa's return, I spent time bonding with San and Yeosang, our laughter filling the room. We shared stories, inside jokes, and moments that I knew I would treasure forever.

Finally, the door burst open, and Seonghwa walked in. His eyes widened in shock and disbelief as he took in the sight of me standing there, a radiant smile on my face. Without a second thought, he crossed the room and enveloped me in a tight embrace, his happiness palpable.

"Is this real? Am I dreaming?" he exclaimed, his voice tinged with disbelief.

I laughed, my heart swelling with affection. "I'm real, Seonghwa. I wanted to surprise you." Seonghwa could only hug me tighter, spinning me around the room, our giggles filling the air.

Over the next few days, Seonghwa and I embarked on a whirlwind adventure across Seoul. We explored the streets, visited popular spots, and shared moments of quiet intimacy. One sunny day, we found ourselves sitting on a park bench, enjoying ice cream and each other's company, the sundown casting a golden glow over the bustling town.

Our conversation flowed effortlessly until an elderly couple passing by stopped in front of us. With a twinkle in their eyes, the old woman smiled and said, "You two make such a cute couple."

Seonghwa's reaction was unexpected. He chuckled nervously and quickly denied the assumption, causing a pang of disappointment to flicker within me. I quickly masked my feelings and brushed it off, but inside, doubt began to creep in.

As the day turned into night, I found myself retreating into my thoughts. I withdrew from the members' offers to eat, choosing to wallow in self-pity instead. I felt like an outsider in a world where Seonghwa was a star and I was just an ordinary person.

Unable to bear the silence any longer, Seonghwa finally pleaded for me to let him in. I hesitated before reluctantly allowing him into the spare room they had given me during my stay. As he saw my tear-stained face, his heart shattered, and he, too, was reduced to tears.

He cupped my face gently in his hands, his voice trembling as he asked, "Y/n, what's wrong?"

I looked up at him, my eyes brimming with vulnerability. "Do you… not like me? Is that why you denied us being a couple the other day?"

Seonghwa's heart ached as he realized the impact of his words. He wiped away my tears and took a deep breath, his voice steady yet laden with emotion. "No, Y/n. It's not that. It's just… I was afraid. Afraid that if I admitted my feelings, you might reject me. I never wanted to risk what we have for my feelings."

My heart swelled with a mix of relief and understanding. I reached up and gently silenced him with a kiss, shocking him. I pulled away to see his reaction, but I found that impossible as he pulled me into a deeper kiss, a soft yet profound message of requited feelings. We both laughed through our kiss, our emotions finally finding an outlet.

When we pulled away, I pulled and tackled Seonghwa onto the bed, both of us laughing.

As we cuddled on the bed, our laughter faded into hushed whispers. The air was charged with a newfound intimacy, our shared experiences deepening our connection. Seonghwa gazed into my eyes, his heart in his throat as he asked the question that had been on his mind for so long.

"Y/n, will you be my girlfriend?"

Tears welled up in my eyes once more, but this time they were tears of joy. With a radiant smile, I answered, "Yes, Seonghwa. Yes, I will."

Our lips met in a tender kiss, sealing our newfound commitment to each other. As we embraced, the weight of doubt and distance lifted, replaced by the certainty that our love story was just beginning – a love story that had transcended the boundaries of fame and ordinary life, bringing two souls together in a journey of shared moments, whispered confessions, and unbreakable love.

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[stayteezdreams]

Lost In You: Part Two

Plot: It's finally the night you and Seonghwa planned to meet up again. Neither of you can hide your excitement at the prospect of spending more time together.

-Part One-

Pairing: Park Seonghwa x Gn!Reader

-Meet-Cute Series-

Words: 1.6k

As your phone vibrated in your pocket for the fifth time, you ignored it, knowing it was your best friend asking how your date was going. And you didn't feel like explaining for the fifth time, that you had JUST met up, nothing had happened yet.

Walking up to Seonghwa, who now had your tickets in hand, he grinned at you, his smile a mix between adoration and amusement. His eyes drifted to the plethora of snacks in your arms, as well as the two large drinks you somehow managed to carry as well.

He spoke with a soft laugh, "The movie's barely two hours long!"

"Should I have gotten more then?" You asked, clearly joking.

He chuckled and shook his head, taking the drinks from you. As he helped relieve some of the load you were carrying, you couldn't help but admire him. He was just as gorgeous (if not more so), out of costume as he was in it. And every time he smiled at you, you swear you felt yourself swoon.

Excitement and restlessness filled you as you and Seonghwa found your seats in the theater. You were excited for the movie and excited to be here with someone who seemed to share the same nerdy interests as you. But you were nervous as well, you couldn't help but feel out of his league, and out of place with someone who had eyes follow him naturally wherever he went. Something you couldn't help but notice as you walked through the mall to the theater.

Seonghwa didn't seem to notice, or was unfazed by it, which amazed you in itself. You felt as though you were under a microscope, even though you weren't even the one being stared at.

It was true that Seonghwa did feel the eyes on him and it was true that he was fairly used to it. But he didn't care, because his eyes were only on you. He found your excitement endearing and contagious and your company was more comforting than he could imagine.

He had only known you a hand full of hours over the course of two separate days, and he already knew he was lost to you, lost in you, and he was already thinking of other ways to spend time with you after today.

After silence filled the theater, you and Seonghwa sunk comfortably into your seats, excitement radiated off of both of you as you shared knowing smiles.

Throughout the movie, the two of you had leaned closer to one another, your shoulders now pressed together so you could share comments and ideas about the movie without disturbing others in the theater.

During one scene in particular, you giggled to yourself, and Seonghwa's eyes naturally glanced over at you. You were still leaned close to him, and his eyes grazed over your profile. The light changed constantly on your face as the movie played, and it made it seem as though the light was dancing in your eyes.

Seonghwa smiled softly to himself as he stared at you, feeling as though he was only getting even more lost in your presence. Part of him wished your first date, if he was allowed to call it that, was in a movie theater. All he wanted to do was hear you talk, and laugh. But that only made him more determined to spend more time with you.

His heart jumped in his chest when you turned to look at him, causing him to realize that he had now been caught staring.

As your eyes locked with Seonghwas you felt your face burn hot. He had already been looking at you, but for how long?

Eyes now locked, the tension was thick between you. He didn't avert his gaze, but instead held firm. You were lost for words and almost frozen at the interaction. Slowly, Seonghwas eyes, not so subtly moved to your lips, though they only lingered for a short moment before he met your eyes again.

You weren't sure how much time had passed, but as a loud sound played in the movie, you both jolted before looking back at the screen. The eye contact and tension now broken. You could both see the other smiling bashfully to yourselves from the corners of your eyes.

You both managed to focus on the movie again, neither of you spared a glance at the other, though you were both tempted multiple times.

When the movie finally ended, the two of you made your way back into the almost surreal atmosphere of the mall. The time of day was now lost on you, as you both stretched your bodies.

"That was so good." Seonghwa said with a grin and you looked over to meet his gaze, nodding in agreement.

"It really was."

Making your way to the food court, where you had agreed to eat at after the movie. You both talked animatedly about the movie, future projects, and a variety of other topics most of your friends would deem "nerdy", until your food was all eaten.

You leaned back in your seat and looked around, noting the various eyes of various passersby that lingered on Seonghwa. You couldn't help the chuckle that escaped your mouth and Seonghwa rose his brow.

"What?"

You smiled, "You notice it right? You have to." You looked pointedly at a small group of women nearby who were taking not so subtle looks at him and whispering to each other.

Seonghwa scoffed in amusement and nodded, "I notice."

"Does it ever get on your nerves?"

He shrugged "Not much anymore, I can ignore it pretty easily. Especially when I'm with someone I actually want the attention of." He made a point of looking directly at you when he spoke and you smiled softly, feeling your face grow warm.

Seonghwa leaned forward and kept his eyes locked on you. "Can I admit something?"

You felt your heart skip and you nodded, remaining silent.

He kept a soft smile on his face as he spoke, though his eyes darted from you to his hands a few times out of nervousness.

"I really don't want this to end."

You bit the inside of your lip as you returned his smile. "Neither do I."

His smile widened as relief and warmth washed over him. Taking some of the courage he had built up, he reached forward and gently took your hands in his. You watched as he flipped your hands over and softly ran his fingers over your palms, as if it was calming him.

"Will you stay with me then? For a while longer at least?"

You nodded, "But what will we do?" You asked curiously, though admittedly you could just sit and talk for hours with him and never be bored.

"Anything. I'll do anything as long as it's with you."

You felt your heart in your throat as heat rose up your neck and ears. You were sure his words effected you to the point it was obvious on your face.

And you were right. Seonghwa chuckled softly as he spoke again, "I'm sorry am I making you uncomfortable?"

You shook your head quickly. "No, not at all. It's just...I'm not used to someone being so openly interested in me. Especially someone as clearly popular and desired as you are." You chuckled awkwardly sparing another glance at the still-lingering group of women nearby.

It was true, this was the first time in a long while you had connected so well with someone and felt an equal attraction to each other. Especially someone like Seonghwa.

Seonghwa smiled at you and shook his head softly as he squeezed your hands gently. He was sad that you had thoughts of being out of his league, when in reality he thought you were way out of his.

"I am more than just interested in you Y/n. And I guess I'm open about it because I've never felt this before. This instant and intense attraction to someone...it excites me and scares me, but I don't want it to slip away. So I'm telling you, so you know for certain how I feel."

If you thought your heart couldn't beat faster than before, you were wrong, as it now vibrated almost painfully in your chest.

You squeezed his hand in return, "I feel it too. And I have to admit I'm also a bit scared. But it's an exciting sort of fear."

He nodded his head with a grin, knowing you were feeling exactly what he was. "That's exactly it."

You grinned at each other, letting the feelings sit in the air between you for a moment before Seonghwa looked around. His eyes landed on the small group of women and he noticed their movements, as though they were preparing to approach him.

Suddenly standing, he still held your hands in his and grinned down at you. "Let's go."

You stood up, "Where?"

He shook his head a bit as he held your hand, as you both walked away from the food court and away from the women. "Anywhere. We'll figure it out." He chuckled.

You let out your own chuckle as you followed his lead. Glancing back at the women, you noticed they watched the two of you with almost disappointed gazes.

You would normally feel uneasy or even annoyed. But instead you smiled, amused, and happy that you could feel Seonghwa's genuine feelings towards you. Because you could tell, that he would have chosen you anyways.

And you couldn't help but think of all the things you could tell your friend now that something had actually happened. You could practically hear her screaming already.

xx End xx

Not sure how I feel about the ending, but its late at night, I'm stressed and half-asleep, so it is what it is lol.

General Taglist: @otsilliak

Ateez Taglist: @soso59love-blog

Series Taglist: @bubblesreplies, @halesandy, @why-am-i-sad, @acciocriativity

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[hwaslayer]

love you in slow motion (psh) | one.

♡ spotify playlist | series masterlist ♡

—summary: seonghwa will go through hell and back for you, as long as he can continue to see that smile on your face. because to him, that smile feels like a rainbow after the rain, the warmth of the sun on a winter day. because to him, you’re more than just his bestfriend—you’re love. even though everyone seems to see that except you.

—pairing: park seonghwa x f!reader

—genre: (18+ - minors dni) bestfriends to lovers | fluff, angst, eventual smut

—word count: 5.7k

—chapter warning: cussing/mature language, hints of a toxic relationship & ex-bf, mentions of a broken family and death, just a good ol' intro to hwa and oc + their dynamic + their family dynamics, buried feelings and overthinking!!

"Seonghwa?" Your cousin, Soyeon, calls for him on the other line. Soyeon rarely ever calls Seonghwa, but when she does, it's usually for good reason.

"Soyeon, what's up?" Seonghwa says, hand on his hip as he tries to regulate his breathing after a late night boxing session with Wooyoung and Hongjoong.

"Y/N said she would be home earlier, but she hasn't been. Yaya's worried, I'm worried. It's pouring outside." She says frantically. He sighs, stomach slightly dropping at the statement.

"Okay, where did she go last? I haven't heard from her since earlier this morning." Soyeon lets out a hefty sigh.

"Of course she wouldn't tell you. She was with Mingi." She says sarcastically, knowing Seonghwa would be upset with you for giving in, yet once again. Seonghwa had no issues giving you the 'I told you so' every single time you've been with your shitty ex-boyfriend. He always makes you cry, and it never fails. He doesn't understand why the fuck you keep running back to him. So to Seonghwa, it's not surprising that you kept this from him. Doesn't stop him from pinching the bridge of his nose before nodding, though.

"Alright, I'll find her. Don't worry."

"Thank you. Seriously. When you see her, you better tell her to stop seeing that fucking asshole. All he does is treat her like shit."

"Yeah, I know. Are you and Junseo home now?"

"Yeah, we are. We were gonna go to Yaya's but she told me to call you first before anything."

"Good, stay put. I'll take care of it and text you. She won't be far."

"God, such a headache. Thank you, Seonghwa."

"Course." He sighs as he ends the call, tossing his phone onto his duffle bag before un-doing the wrap around his hands. 

"Done already?" Wooyoung asks, making Hongjoong shift his attention to the platinum blonde while they stand near the bag.

"I gotta go find Y/N."

"What? What happened?"

"Who knows, she was with Mingi."

"Dude is always bad news." Hongjoong chimes in, watching as Seonghwa throws his hoodie on and slings the duffle bag strap over his shoulder.

"Tell me about it." Seonghwa rolls his eyes and shakes his head. "I'll see you guys tomorrow."

"Text us when you're all good. Hope she's okay."

"She's fine. Just needa get her out of this rain." He says, giving them one last wave as he walks out of the studio and down the steps. Soyeon is right; the rain has picked up over the last few hours, creating huge puddles near the sidewalks and curbs due to the intensity. The stream of water makes a loud noise as it falls into the drain nearby, the loud pour of the rainfall echoing throughout the empty street. Seonghwa drags the hood over his head, doing a slight jog to his parked car on the side of the studio. Luckily for him, he knows where Song Mingi lives. Luckily for him, this town isn't that big and you couldn't have gotten far.

Luckily for him, he's right.

He finds you walking about two blocks away from Mingi's place, just getting ready to turn the corner to lord knows where. He slowly drives alongside of you, rolling down his passenger window to peak over at you. He's glad he found you when he did because you have a flimsy hoodie and leggings on, the hood completely drenched and barely doing anything to protect you from this rain.

"What are you doing, Seonghwa?" You ask, eyes glued forward as you continue to walk.

"What does it look like? Get in, you're gonna get sick." You squint your eyes at him as you continue to walk. "Y/N."

"How did you even know where to find me?"

"It's not hard to figure out when you're with Mingi." He quickly glances at the street ahead, making sure there are no oncoming cars or passengers in the way. "Plus, Soyeon called. Her and Yaya are worried because you told them you'd be home earlier."

"Of course." You mumble.

"Y/N, get inside and stop being stubborn."

"Seonghwa—" He starts to obnoxiously honk his horn on the quiet street, making your eyes widen at him. You continuously tell him to stop and to quit being so loud, however, his efforts don't stop. "Park Seonghwa, what the fuck! Fine!" You groan loudly, quickly opening the door when he stops the car. You plop yourself onto the seat, glaring at him. "Happy?!"

"Not really, but at least you're in the car." He locks the doors and turns up the heat, driving off to his 1 bedroom apartment. "You can stay at mine for tonight so you don't stress out Yaya." He keeps his eyes on the road, thoughts shifting to your grandma and how worried she might be right now.

"She won't even be that—"

"She sure as hell will, Y/N. Besides, who the hell wants to argue with you this late at night? It's almost 1am. Knowing your ass and how you never listen, even though you should." He sighs. "I'll take you home tomorrow morning before I head to work."

"Whatever." You cross your arms, still feeling cold and uncomfortable after being in the rain.

"Why were you walking in the rain?" He asks, most definitely knowing the answer already. Your nights with Mingi always end on some toxic shit, all this yelling and back and forth— arguing over empty promises and issues from the past.

And for what? The dude is never gonna change. Seonghwa isn't sure what the hell you're holding out hope for. 

"I'll tell you if you spare me the 'I told you so.'" He shakes his head.

"Can't promise."

"Then you don't get shit from me." 

"Why do you let him do this to you?"

"Wow, that's actually worse than an 'I told you so.'"

"I'm being serious." He glances at you with a very mixed expression, mainly serious and worrisome tones.

"I don't know, okay. I wish I could tell you." It's silent for a minute, the only sounds filling the car are the rain pounding against the windshield and the heat on high. 

The thing about Seonghwa being your bestfriend of 16 years is the fact that you can always rely on him to be there no matter what. He's always so, so good to you; always so caring, so supportive and so protective. You've never had to ask Seonghwa for anything because he always gives, and is always ready to give. Just like tonight, when he shouldn't be here but he is. 

He had been yours, just as you had been his since the beginning.

Sometimes, it's easy to believe you don't deserve someone like Seonghwa by your side.

You met this adorably shy, sweet kid when he was introduced to your class as a new transfer in the 3rd grade, most kids in your class politely saying hello but going about their own business afterwards. You, though, had stuck around to show Seonghwa his new school and to eat with him. Since then, your relationship had flourished. His dad had become bestfriends with your own dad, the two of you always going on family trips together, hanging out at each other's homes, going to the same schools onward— Seonghwa was always there, you were always there. He had seen you through your very best, seen you through your very worst. Was there during your highs, was there during your lows. Knows exactly how to push you right to the very edge, but also knows how to make up for his dumb mistakes. Knows exactly how to handle you, attitude, temper and all, knows exactly what makes you happy, what makes you sad.

He knows you like the back of his hand.

Probably better than you know yourself.

Seonghwa became the golden child though, you know? He had loving parents who supported him through everything. He was a superb student [a teacher's pet, if you may], an athlete, a prodigy; always winning numerous awards and medals throughout his academic and athletic career. He had countless talents and a positive energy that people admired him for, though shy and timid in the beginning. He got along well with people and was the ultimate charmer. Attractive, had his way with the ladies— albeit, he can be an idiot when he thinks with his dick from time to time and not his brain. But nonetheless, Seonghwa is Seonghwa. He would never intentionally hurt a soul, would never intentionally give people what they didn't deserve. To be clear though, Seonghwa has his fair share of mistakes and fuck-ups, but in the end, he would always apologize when in the wrong and make up for his actions. While you, on the other hand, were his polar opposite and struggled to find your place in this crazy, crazy world.

You had never met your biological mother, and your dad had spent majority of your earlier years working graveyard to keep food on the table, to keep sending you to a good school. You spent most of your childhood growing up at Yaya's house, where your dad's sister and her family lived for awhile. That's how your older cousin Soyeon became the sister you've never had, somebody else you could rely on, fight with and experience the ups and downs with. Things were good, and they were good for awhile until you lost your dad to a rare and sudden illness.

Then, things went downhill for you.

You continued to stay at Yaya's, only having her, Soyeon and her family, Seonghwa and his family by your side. You began to push people away, you got into trouble and made dumb mistakes that hurt your loved ones more times than you'd like to admit. You had your moments where you acted solely on feelings instead of being rational. You had no filter, not being afraid of telling people if they were wrong even if it meant hurting their feelings to no end. You no longer got along well with most people, finding it hard to vibe well with majority of the crowd. No longer caring about what was in the know, what was trending; was incredibly selective about who you gave your time and effort to in fear of losing more loved ones dear to your heart.

Without Seonghwa at your side, you're not sure where you'd be. Because truly, if it wasn't for him, you don't think you would have continued to try. He was the only thing that remained constant in your life, one of the only people who continued to show you genuine care and love despite your flaws and all.

"Have you eaten?" He suddenly speaks and changes the topic, not wanting to upset you any more than you already are.

"I'm not hungry."

"You need to eat something." You don't respond. "Mom made some kimbap today, I can set some aside for you."

"Thanks." You say softly, watching as the car finally drives into the familiar apartment complex. Seonghwa turns the wheel with one hand, pulling into his assigned parking spot before shutting off the car. He lets out a sigh before looking over at you, noticing you're still in your sad, sulky position in the passenger seat.

"Ready? Or should we just sleep in here tonight?" You slowly turn and glare at him, mocking him before answering dramatically— knowing it's the most childish thing you can do right now, especially after Seonghwa took the time to find you and pick you up in this rain.

"Why don't you just leave me here?"

"Good with me. At least I don't have to lend you any more of my clothes and have you sleeping on my couch. Matter of fact, more kimbap for me." He says, stepping out of the car, keys rattling in his pocket as he turns to shut his car door. He continues to walk without worry because he knows the shit you pull.

You'll end up following him.

He doesn't even have to turn over his shoulder to make sure you do. He hears the car door slam after a few minutes, and he smirks a bit to himself before locking the car using the key fob in his pocket.

"You really have to slam my car door like that?" He asks, slightly looking over his shoulder before climbing up the steps.

"Sorry." You mumble, pathetically following your bestfriend with your arms crossed tightly against your chest. He unlocks his door and waits for you to make it up the steps, letting you step in and out of your shoes first before following you inside. He tosses his keys onto the entryway table before walking into the kitchen and pulling out his phone to text Soyeon that you were safe with him for the night.

"You can go shower first. Just take whatever you want from my closet." He says, eyes focused on the bag of kimbap his mom had dropped off earlier in the day. You simply nod and head straight to his closet, grabbing some pajama pants and a longsleeve. You toss your clothes into the bathroom sink, mentally making a note to ask Seonghwa if you can throw in a load of his laundry with your clothes. The last thing you wanna do is make a mess in Seonghwa's super clean apartment, let alone drag home some wet clothes from the night prior.

The shower you take is short, but relaxing. You let the hot water beat down on you, thoroughly scrubbing and scratching every inch of your body, your scalp. When you finish, you lather some lotion and pad back out to his living room. Seonghwa glances up, watching as you come towards him with his long pajama pants and a long sleeve with sleeves that falls past your hands. He thinks you're the cutest thing he has ever seen [especially in his clothes], but he subtly bites onto his bottom lip to suppress the smile forming at his lips.

"Can I do some of your laundry so I can wash my clothes? They're just sitting in your bathroom sink." He shrugs.

"Don't worry about it, I'll toss it in there before I hop into the shower." He slides a small plate on the counter of his kitchen island bar area, before handing you a hot cup of green tea. "Eat at least one." You nod, watching as he washes his hands and begins to make his way to the bathroom. You're hungrier than you thought, popping in all the pieces of kimbap Seonghwa prepared for you before downing the green tea. In the end, you feel full, satisfied.

Content.

Warm.

After a good thirty minutes, Seonghwa is out of the shower and tossing the load into the dryer. He's ruffling his semi-dry hair as he brings out a thick blanket for you, glancing at the random Cars movie playing on the tv.

"Here." He says. "You finished eating?"

"Mhm."

"Okay. I'm gonna go to bed then." He turns to head into his room.

"Hwa, can't you just sleep out here with me?" You point at the free part of his L-shaped sectional couch.

"Why, when I have a perfectly comfortable bed to sleep on in here?" He points to his room, but you pout.

"But, you also have an amazing couch that you can share with your bestfriend."

"You snore and you move around too much."

"I do not, and you'd be on that side of the couch anyway!" You furrow your brows. "You snore, too!"

"Not as loud as you, sounding like you belong in that Cars movie." He glances at the tv screen while making the dumb joke, and you groan.

"Okay, fine. Whatever." You succumb to defeat and wave the white flag. "I just don't necessarily wanna be alone."

"You're not, I'm right here."

"Pichu." Ah, there it is. That stupid nickname he's painfully grown to adore after you've told him time and time again that he looks just like the pokemon. He sighs, realizing you probably won't let this up. On top of that, he knows he can't say no to you regarding most things. So, he drags himself into his room and rips off his duvet comforter from the bed to bring with him into the living room. He sets himself up on one section of the couch, while you take up the other— heads meeting at the corner.

"The moment you rip out a big snore, I'm leaving you out here." He warns and you snort.

"You're a dick. I don't even snore like that."

"And how would you know, sleeping beauty?" He looks at you, heart content with the way you happily look at him from your side of the couch. You have no rebuttal though, so he shuts off the tv and rests his hand on the back of his head while closing his eyes. "Thought so. Get some sleep, it's getting late." He hears you rustling underneath your own blankets, head gently knocking onto the side of his that makes him suck his teeth. "Y/N." He groans with a whiney tone. "This is what I mean."

"Sorry, sorry." You pout, rubbing the side of his head. "I'm good now." You mumble underneath the blankets as you settle, satisfied with your warm and bundled position. You can hear Seonghwa's soft breathing behind you, signaling that he'll probably fall asleep soon [and quick, too]. "Hwa?" You softly call for him one last time.

"Hm?" He hums.

"Thank you." You pause. "For everything."

"You know I care about you more than anything, right?" He says, close to a whisper. "You deserve way better."

"Yeah." Is all you respond with before closing your eyes, hoping to finally be at peace for the remainder of the night. "Love you, pichu." You say sleepily.

"Love you, too." He feels the statement tug at his heart strings because Seonghwa does love you, he has loved you for years. Been in love with you for years. But you were always the most important, this dynamic and relationship was the most important, that he's learned to suppress and live with it— even though at times, he feels like he gives it away pretty easily, or lets his emotions get to the best of him. 

Everyone can tell. 

Everyone knows. 

Everyone but you. 

Surprisingly, you do fall asleep before Seonghwa. He can't help but peek from his peripherals, noticing your steady breathing under the covers. Your head is barely poking out from the covers, making Seonghwa smile to himself. He settles a little closer to you, top of your head tucked near the crook of his neck as he slightly turns towards your side and finally shuts his eyes to get some sleep.

When you wake up the following morning, it's because Seonghwa's cussing to himself as he runs to grab his ringing phone on the island counter. His eyes quickly dart to you as he snatches the phone and answers the call, noticing you're starting to wake up.

"Sorry, Y/N." He apologizes and you let out a small squeak as you stretch and shake your head.

"It's okay, Hwa. Should probably get up anyway." You rub at your eyes, watching as he paces back into his room to finish getting ready for work. He's apparently talking to Wooyoung, agreeing to pick the guy up after bringing you home since they work at the same place— two athletic trainers for the men's sports teams at one of the universities in town, Wooyoung and Seonghwa mainly taking care of the football and basketball teams, popping into other sports if the help is urgently needed. They've both worked really hard to earn their current positions, being two of the leads who focus on training, treatment and rehabilitating their athletes at homebase, and only participating in a few quick trips for away games if asked.

As you stand and start to fold the blanket, you catch sight of how tired Seonghwa looks and you feel terrible. You know Seonghwa loves to test his limits, working out late after his shifts and barely getting 8 hours of sleep right before a busy day of tending to athletes. Despite your nagging and lecturing him on getting more rest, Hwa has gotten used to doing things this way.

However, part of you still feels guilty that he doesn't look as bright and alert this morning because of you. Because you needed more saving, because you chose to be stubborn and listen to Mingi even though he hasn't given you a reason to trust him since you've broken up.

"I didn't mean to wake you so early."

"I mean, you do have to leave soon, don't you?" You check the clock, peeping the current time as 8:27am. "Isn't this really late for you, actually?" Especially during the season, Seonghwa is always at work by 6AM, leaving super late in the afternoon. Off-season is a little easier for him, being that practice schedules are spread out due to sharing space with other sports/teams.

"Not for today. The team is lifting right now, I need to work on some rehab reports first before training and practice later today." You nod. "Are you good to leave soon then?"

"Of course."

"Okay, let me just grab a few things so we can head out. I need to pick up Wooyoung's lazy ass."

"He's not in to help with lifting?"

"Not anymore. Dude overslept." You snort.

"Why am I not surprised?"

"Director Shin loves him. She would never get him in trouble or scold him."

"She loves you, too." You say.

"Not as much as Wooyoung. She'll bite my head off first before she ever thinks about coming for him." He throws in some food into his duffle bag solely for work. The duffle bag is huge, having the university's name plastered on the side in big, bold letters— followed by his name etched onto the corner with his athletic training certification. "By the way." He points at your neatly folded, washed clothes on the coffee table. "Don't forget your clothes."

"Thanks."

"Are you just gonna go home like that?" He eyes his clothes on your figure.

"Yeah, why not?" He shrugs.

"Alright then. Let's go." He pats himself down to double check that he has everything on him before heading out of the door. You lazily follow behind after slipping into your sneakers, having to roll up Seonghwa's pajama pants so that they don't reach the floor and get dirty. You plop into the passenger's seat with your clothes on your lap, rubbing at your eyes once situated. "You didn't have to get up so early. I technically don't need to be there until 10."

"It's fine, Hwa."

"Did you tell Yaya we were on the way?"

"No, I'll just surprise her when I get there." You smile and he shakes his head.

"You need to stop worrying your grandma and your cousin."

"I'm not even doing anything!"

"You're not? Then, what was last night?" He glances at you then lets out a small scoff. "Exactly. And please stop running back to Mingi. That dude isn't gonna change, and you know that. All he does is make you upset and I can't stand it. You two aren't good for each other."

"I hear you." You say lowly, head leaning against the passenger window.

"I'm sorry." He lets out a breath, genuinely just worried about you and your wellbeing. "I don't mean to do this so early, but I just get worried about you." He ruffles your hair a bit, causing a small smile to creep up on the corners of your lips.

"It's okay. I need to hear it." He chuckles.

"Yeah, you do. You're such a fucking headache." He jokes. "But you're important to me, and all I want is for you to be happy." He pinches your cheeks, making you scrunch your nose.

"Thanks Hwa." He looks at you while posted at a stop light, admiring the way you scrunch your nose and let out a little giggle. That's how he likes to see you. Not upset, sad, or crying. Especially over Song Mingi.

The drive to your house isn't too far, or at least, it never feels too far since you and Seonghwa always engage in conversations about various things while in the car. He pulls into Yaya's driveway, parking right next to Soyeon's car. You occupy the tiny detached in-law suite in the corner of the backyard, so Seonghwa isn't surprised when you try to scurry to the backyard to avoid Yaya and Soyeon.

"She's here!" He yells and points at you.

"You're a pain in the fucking ass, Park." You glare at him while you simultaneously hear Yaya telling you to come into the house and to not even think about running into the backyard.

"Oh, Yaya! Miss damsel in distress just walked in."

"Y/N. You should've called or texted. We were worried when we didn't hear from you." Yaya looks at you disappointingly while whipping up some breakfast.

"Sorry." You mumble as Seonghwa brushes past you to kiss ass to Yaya.

"Always needing her bestfriend to come and save the day." Soyeon says sarcastically before crossing his arms. "Seriously, what the hell would you do without Hwa? And why the hell didn't you make it home in time or text to let us know you'd be late?"

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Hi to you too." You squint at her. "He was supposed to bring me home but we got into another stupid fight, that's all." You roll your eyes before glancing at the empty luggages she has next to her.

"So, he just let you walk in the rain? What a fucking dick."

"Language." Yaya warns, glaring at the two of you from the kitchen next to Seonghwa, who is quickly peeling a banana he took from the fruit basket.

"Where are you going?" You nod at the luggages.

"Me and Junseo are heading to Japan in a few days." She smiles. "We're way overdue for our anniversary vacation. Meaning, you're gonna have to man the restaurant." You groan. "And watch Charli? Pretty please." She pleads in a sweet tone, knowing you'll always do anything for their 3 year old daughter.

"Seriously?!"

"Charli loves staying with you and Yaya! And all you have to do for the restaurant is make sure everything runs smoothly and be the cute waitress that you already are! It's nothing you haven't done! Plus, Yoongi and Jini will be there, and Charli will be in preschool for the most part." At this point, you whine [moreso about maintaining the restaurant] while Soyeon continues to check the list on her phone.

"Speaking of the restaurant, are you free tonight?" Seonghwa chimes in, looking at his phone.

"I don't know, depends on my boss here." You glare at Soyeon before looking back at Seonghwa. "Why?"

"San is back home so we're going out to the bar."

"Excuse me?!" You yell. "What the fuck!"

"Hey!" Yaya glares at you again. "Say that word one more time in my house."

"Okay, I'm sorry!" You point at Seonghwa. "But, you! Why didn't you tell me about Sannie coming back?!"

"How could I? You were too busy sulking over Mingi." He says, furrowing his brows with a cheek full of banana. Soyeon snorts and shakes her head, making you glare at the both of them.

"Ha-ha very funny. You didn't think you could tell me any other day?"

"Well, he wasn't even supposed to be coming back until next week. But he just texted us saying he decided to come back early and that he's already settled at the condo his uncle owns."

"Why aren't I getting these texts?" Seonghwa smirks and flicks your chin with his finger.

"Because boys need to talk about boy things."

"Oh whatever, it's not like any of you are getting any—"

"Seonghwa, please. Tell that girl to stop talking like that." Yaya pleads for him to tell you to keep it quiet. He chuckles a bit before looking at you pointedly, tapping the tip of your nose.

"Stop that." He smiles down at you. "And who said we weren't?"

"Please, all you guys do is yell while playing FIFA and Mario Party." You sigh. "Anyway, I'm going back to sleep for a bit. I'll come in for an earlier shift at the restaurant so that I can see Sannie." You direct the statement at Soyeon and all she does is nod.

"Pick you up afterwards then?"

"Ah, it's okay. Usual bar, right?" He nods. "I'll just bus over." You tap his chest. "Thanks pichu, see you later. Have fun at work!" At this point, Yaya is walking towards Soyeon and Seonghwa, hands placed on her hips as she observes you skipping to your in-law suite.

"Hwa." Yaya tugs on his arm before he can help Soyeon pack the large luggages in her trunk and head out to pick up Wooyoung.

"Hm?"

"It should just be you two." She pouts, making Seonghwa laugh. Time and time again, Yaya has always pushed the 'you and Seonghwa' agenda, stating that you two were meant to be together. And Seonghwa doesn't mind, he always laughs about it. He kinda likes that Yaya [everyone, really] thinks so, and if things were easy, he'd make it happen without question. But things aren't— because there's always that voice in the back of his head that tells him he needs to leave things as they are or else everything will be ruined.

He doesn't want that.

He would rather bury his feelings than lose you.

There's no way you'd go that route with him. You've made it clear to everyone that Seonghwa was your bestfriend and your bestfriend only. That people need to quit shoving the idea down your throat because you could never; he'd be lying if he said it didn't hurt to hear it.

"Yaya, you already know the answer to that." He says anyway and she pouts even more, leaning her head against his firm bicep.

"But you're the only one who knows how to handle her. She's such a handful but you've always stayed by her side."

"Mm, I don't think I necessarily had a choice." Yaya chuckles and gently swats his arm playfully.

"You two should just kiss and get married."

"Kiss and get married? Wow. What a plan." Soyeon says sarcastically, making Seonghwa laugh.

"No can do with that one." He places a small kiss on the top of her head before helping Soyeon with the last large luggage. "I gotta pick up Wooyoung and head to work. Text or call me if you need me." Seonghwa says.

"Make sure my baby cousin doesn't do anything reckless tonight when she's out with you guys? Like, I don't know, run to Mingi while drunk?" Seonghwa shakes his head at Soyeon's response.

"Won't let her out of my sight." He waves one last goodbye before settling into his car and driving off.

It's 20 minutes to Wooyoung's apartment, and another 15 to the university from there. When he arrives, Wooyoung tosses his own duffle bag in the back and plops into the passenger's seat before slouching into it.

"Did you find babygirl?" Wooyoung asks, making Seonghwa furrow his brows at him.

"Yes I did, and stop calling her that."

"Why, are you jealous? You can't gatekeep Y/N to yourself. I'm close to her, too." Wooyoung smirks.

"Shut up before I make you walk to work." Seonghwa glares at him. "It's not even that, it's just weird."

"Why is it weird?"

"Because it is."

"Because you love her?"

"Get the hell out—"

"I'm sorry! I'm kidding!" Wooyoung says in a high-pitched tone before laughing. "But, really, it's not weird."

"Yes, it is."

"She loves it and she's used to it. Therefore, I'll keep using it. Resting my case, your honor." Wooyoung snorts. "What happened last night anyway?"

"I don't know, she got into a fight with Mingi and walked out."

"He didn't come after her? It was pouring."

"Nope. She was gonna walk to.. I don't know, actually. She was just walking in the rain."

"That's not okay." Wooyoung sucks his teeth and does a slight head tilt. "They're toxic as hell to each other." Seonghwa shrugs.

"I know. I tried to tell her but at a certain point, that's all I can do. It gets really hard to control someone's behavior and police their actions."

"Can I ask you something?" Wooyoung looks at him with a small smile. "I'm genuinely curious."

"What?" 

"Why haven't you made your move on Y/N? Your feelings for her have always been obvious."

"Have they? Seems like she's the only one who hasn't seen it." Wooyoung shrugs.

"Yeah. I mean, you drop everything— and I mean everything— for her without question. And you get all affectionate with her!" His tone raises a bit. "You hate initiating affection! If that ain't love.." Wooyoung tilts his head again and squints at Seonghwa.

"She's my bestfriend. All of that happens naturally."

"It's not just that, and you know it. I know people really do put their bestfriends on a pedestal, but you put babygirl before anyone and anything. Even yourself." Seonghwa slightly winces at the Wooyoung's nickname before shaking his head.

"Not true."

"Very true. Look, dude. It's not bad, but I do hope you leave some space for yourself. I know she would never intentionally hurt you, but it still doesn't eliminate the possibility of getting hurt at some point. I don't want that to happen, especially if you've poured everything in her over these years." Seonghwa lets out a breath and pauses for a moment because for once, Wooyoung makes sense. And he's right. He has poured everything in you, continues to pour everything in you very willingly— sometimes, he doesn't even realize he's doing it. Sometimes, he doesn't even realize he's putting you before everything, that he's dropping everything for you.

Hell, it's even to the point where he can't even date properly and sleeps around from time to time to let out steam. It's because he just feels this attachment to you; an attachment past being your bestfriend— like some thread of hope he holds onto, thinking that some day, you'll see him in that light.

Someone who could genuinely, deeply and strongly love you, care for you, support you, with no boundaries.

"I know."

"Why don't you just tell her? You know, be honest." Wooyoung shrugs. 

"I don't wanna lose her, and I'm afraid I will if I do. I'm afraid I'll fuck everything up between us and change the dynamic just because I wanted to be selfish."

"I don't think you'd lose her. I'm sure she wouldn't let that change anything between the two of you, either. And why don't you think she'd go for it?"

"I just don't think she would."

"Maybe she's thinking the same way as you." Wooyoung sees the university in sight and starts to loosen himself up, getting ready to head out of the door as soon as Seonghwa pulls into a spot. "I think you should go for it, Hwa. You can't live like this forever. You love her, she should know. And if things don't work out, I doubt she'll let that change things between you two. You two understand each other well, and you both make sense together."

"Mm, yeah. Thanks." Seonghwa gives him a pursed smile before Wooyoung slips off his seatbelt and smiles.

"Guess that means I can tag along again tomorrow?" Seonghwa rolls his eyes and steps out of the car before slamming his door.

"I'll think about it, lazy ass."

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