#park sungjin x reader

[amidstnamjin-and-binchanlix]

there you'll be || day6 [psj]

Warnings: major character death, heavy angst(?)

I won't control you, but MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. This is not for you, please.

Pairings: Park Sungjin/(F) Reader, implied past Yoon Dowoon/(F) Reader

Plot: What if you only have today to say goodbye?

Genre: Established Relationship

I keep a part of you with me,

And everywhere I am, there you'll be

This was written 8-9ish years ago, and re-written and posted on ao3 3 years ago.

This concept came from my sister's dream, and she asked me to write it, and probably the main reason why i decided to have an ao3 account lmao

This was originally written with a different fandom and pairing and was supposed to be a part of this fic universe i wrote (but didn't finish). Re-written so it can be better, I guess (hope)??? but the concept is still the same with some major changes tho

Reposted here because there is a tragic lack of day6/reader fics uwu

anyway, all readers are appreciated! luvluv

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6:00 – 7:00 a.m.

Y/N woke up to an irritating sound. It was this shrill beeping sound that made her want to hurl the object at the wall.

When she opened her eyes, she reached for the alarm clock and turned it off. "Shut up," she said, exhausted, and looked at the time. 6:00 am.

For an ordinary Saturday morning, six am is way too early. After dropping out of the university from her second course and running away with Sungjin, Y/N's life has changed; from the simplest things like her sleeping pattern to the biggest ones like missing her family. She wouldn't say she regrets it, she just wishes the situation was different.

Her usual weekends start at nine, and she always wakes up before Sungjin does. She would often be the one to go down to make breakfast for the two of them.

Sometimes though, when struck with an ahem inspiration, she would wake him with a lazy hand job—or a blowie, whichever she prefers—until he slightly shifts position and fist the bed covers. Slowly peppering his hips with kisses until Sungjin groans in annoyance to whichever is rousing him from his beloved, peaceful sleep. Y/N has to stifle her laughter because she knows just how grumpy he is when woken up 'too early', but how he won't be able to stay mad at her. He'd smile down at her and say in that sexy just-woke-up voice of his that he'd go back to sleep so Y/N can go ahead with what shennanigans she was trying to do.

Today though, that was not the case. She has to get up early because the local high school she volunteers at made a weekend program for writing and music. Every second Saturday, she would be facilitating two classes; a writing workshop in the morning, and the music sessions in the afternoon. Sometimes, she would take Sungjin with her, and he would teach the students how to play the guitar.

After switching the alarm off, Y/N got up and stretched her legs and arms, loving the way her joints popped as sleep from her muscles fade.

It's also during this time of the day, however, that she can't help but think of her life before this.

It has been five years. Y/N is sure her children doesn't recognize her anymore. After running away with the boyfriend of her ex-husband's twin brother, she's sure Dowoon would never let her be a part of their children's lives anymore, no matter how much he used to love her. Betrayal would definitely kill people.

Y/N padded sleepily to the bathroom to take a quick shower.

After getting ready for the day, she went down to cook some breakfast for them. Before leaving the house, she decides to check on Sungjin and wake him up early for his doctor's appointment. He sleeps through the alarm, and might miss his appointment.

She opens the door to their room quietly and see Sungjin's still sleeping form on the bed. She gently shakes him, just enough to wake him up.

"Sungjin?" She shakes him again when he doesn't respond. "Babe? Wake up."

Sungjin hums, cracking an eye open. "I'd be going," she says with a soft smile.

"Hmf... don't you want me to go with you?" He asks sleepily as he rubs his eyes. Y/N shakes her head, running her fingers through his hair.

"It's fine. You have your appointment today with Dr. Park, remember? Wouldn't wanna miss that." Sungjin pouts, and she smiles. "I'll bring home that Kimchi stew you like."

"Yeah?" He smiles at her hopefully through bleary eyes.

"Yes. So get your lazy ass up now, or you'll have to rush again." She slaps his bum and kisses his lips before she stands up. "I'll be home early. Get up now, 'kay? Love you." She shuts the door to the bedroom just in time to hear the faint and almost muffled love you too from Sungjin.

She leaves the house minutes later, not helping the smile on her face. She thinks that at the end of the day, after all the heartbreaks and challenges they had to face, running away with him is always worth it.

9:40 am

Y/N gives the students their second writing exercise for the day. She walks around the room and smiles down at Charlie, one of her favorite students in the writing program. The kid is really talented in writing.

Y/N wonders fleetingly about her twins. She wonders if they will inherit their father's love for music books, or her love for long novels? She puts her arm around the other and smiles to herself. She wants to see her children badly and maybe, just maybe, have some with Sungjin in the future.

10:30 am

Y/N was just about to tell her students to take a 15-minute break when she heard a commotion outside. One of the teachers ran up to her classroom with panic in her eyes. Y/N immediately knew something was wrong.

"What is it?" she asked.

"There's someone with a gun!" It took Y/N a minute to fully get that. "He's in the building. Send your students out."

She didn't need to be told twice. "Class, I need you to leave everything behind and quickly exit the room." She tried to keep her voice even so as not to alarm them. She didn't want them panicking, even though she felt like throwing up.

"Now!" She hoped her students can forgive her for raising her voice (she never does), but now's not the right time to think about that. Both teachers looked out while the students filed out of the room hurriedly.

"Did someone call 911?" she asked as the last student got out of the room. The other teacher's answer was cut short by the sound of gunfire, followed by screaming.

"Go, go, go!" Y/N yelled at the students as they all ran towards the direction of the stairs.

Y/N was nearing the stairs when pain blooms in her shoulder. She didn't dare look back as a second one hits her back, then her leg. That's when she lost her balance, and crumple to the ground face down. She heard more screaming as students ran for their lives before she felt the bullet to her neck, and she's—

12:00 pm

Y/N raises her head from the table with a gasp.

Disoriented, she looks around and blinks. She doesn't know she had been snoozing. Had she been snoozing? It feels like she had only blinked.

Huh.

She looks at the clock; 12:00 pm.

She hears the chatter of the students outside as she sees the essay exercises on her table. When she looks up, however, the classroom is a mess. The students' things are everywhere, and the chairs are all askew.

She remembers the panic and running, but nothing else. What happened after that?

She tries to recall as she flexes her head, pressing lightly at the pain in her neck. Not being able to come up with anything from her bizarre dream(?), she starts to clean up the mess.

1:08 pm

Y/N had successfully cleaned up the messy classroom by herself. She didn't notice that there were no students on the floor anymore. She slung her bag to her back and locked up the classroom.

It wasn't until she reached the second floor that she saw another soul. It was, however, a police officer.

What the...?

She walked towards the man, and called out to him.

"Excuse me?" He didn't seem to notice her. She called out to him again to no avail, the police turning his back on her.

"What the fuck?" Bothered, she continued down to the ground floor, where she saw more police officers.

She tried to talk to another police officer, but she was still ignored. She was getting frustrated and weirded out with each passing second. It's like they cannot see her. She didn't understand what's happening and felt her head spin, eyes prickling with tears of confusion.

She looked around, and finally, one person seemed to see her. The lady was looking straight at her. Relieved, Y/N walked towards her; she didn't know why, but she felt compelled to talk to her.

When she was close to the lady, she tripped a little on her own feet. She looked down and when she looked back up, the lady vanished.

"Looking for me?"

Y/N spun around to reveal the lady that had been staring at her.

"Yes..." Y/N said, torn between feeling embarrassed and confused. "But, you're there before. How...?"

The lady smiled at her. "You have more important questions to be answered, don't you think?" Y/N, who was dumbfounded, had just managed to nod.

"Come with me," the lady said. She turned around and started walking away, not waiting for Y/N to respond.

1:45 pm

Y/N cannot believe her eyes. She, or more accurately, her body, has been lying on a body bag in the quadrangle.

"B-but... h-how...?" She can only stammer in confusion.

This is just not possible. Y/N tries to breathe in and out to stop the spinning of her head, clutching her hands in each other.

She finally turns to the lady beside her, who is still staring at her lifeless body.

"You got killed," she answers Y/N's unspoken obvious question. "You're one of the last people he'd managed to kill before he was taken down by the police."

When the lady points at the bullet hole on her neck, a picture flashes through her mind.

Y/N remembers the pain through her shoulder, then her back and leg. Lastly, she remembers the blinding pain on her neck after falling to the ground.

After long minutes of disbelief, Y/N finds it in her to finally speak, her voice hoarse from the brimming emotions in her eyes. "I'm dreaming, aren't I?"

She badly wants to believe that maybe she was really just dreaming. Maybe this is all just a practical joke. By whom, she doesn't know.

"I'm sorry, Y/N." Her companion just shakes her head. "I'm so sorry."

That was the last straw for Y/N. Tears pour from her eyes as her world comes crashing down and her dreams shatter. She falls to her knees as she sobs her heart out.

She isn't ready to die yet.

Maybe this is payback for everything she did, for everyone she killed.

Sungjin.

How is he supposed to move on? How is she supposed to move on?

"Sungjin." She sniffs. "Don't I even have the chance to say goodbye? I wanna say goodbye to him."

"You only have until before midnight," the lady says.

"Thank you," Y/N replies.

The lady just smiles at her sadly, her eyes telling her that she understands how she feels. She wonders briefly if they had been in the same situation. The lady vanishes right before her eyes, leaving Y/N with a broken heart.

2:50 pm

She looks for Sungjin at the clinic, but he was not there. She goes home and he was there, sleeping soundly on the sofa. His arm has a band-aid, for his tetanus jab.

Sungjin hates getting shots the most. Y/N knows he hates hospitals and injections, and has a big mistrust with the institution, and it makes her chest swell with love for him.

It makes her heart shatter, though. It's so hard to leave and say goodbye to someone you had forsaken your world for, especially when you're starting to think that everything is turning out fine. She was just starting to build her world with him, planning their future and thinking of having kids.

Sungjin looks so peaceful and beautiful, having no care in the world that Y/N just wants to frame this moment. She knows she can't, so she'll just watch over him for as long as she can. Maybe it will last longer than taking a picture, or maybe it can stop the time. If not, then she can at least keep this picture embedded in her mind before she disappears forever.

3:38 pm

Sungjin shifts from his position, rubbing his eyes and yawning on his hands. Y/N wipes her eyes with the back of her hand so he won't see the tears that had been steadily streaming down her face for the past hour. His eyes find her, and smiles that beautiful smile she fell in love with.

It sends her heart skidding on the floor, and to splinter a little more at the thought of leaving him. She bites her lip to keep the tears from falling further, and smiles back at him.

"Hey," she says, barely keeping her voice steady.

"Hey," Sungjin smiles at hear again, but his smile crumples when he takes in her bloodshot eyes and runny nose. He shoots up and engulfs her in a tight hug.

It was the wrong thing to do as Y/N loses it again, tears escaping down her cheeks. He rubs her back soothingly.

"What's wrong?" he asks. "Are you okay?"

"I love you. Please never ever forget that," is all she can say.

"And I love you more." Sungjin pulls away and cups her face into his hands. "Now tell me what's wrong—and don't you try to lie. I know you so well."

She debates telling him because he deserves the truth, but she can't find the right words to say. "I'm fine," she sniffs and shakes her head. "I'm okay."

"You're definitely not okay." He pulls away and holds her arms. He frowns when he notices her body's dropped temperature. "Where have you been? You're awfully cold!"

"I'm fine. School's let out early." Y/N sits up straight and smiles, wiping at her tears. "Did you—have you seen the news?"

Y/N is nervous to ask that, but she has to know. She knows he would be shattered when he knows that he's talking to a ghost. Technically, Sungjin can still touch her, but she's already a ghost.

She also can't forgive herself for breaking their promise of forever.

"Not yet," Sungjin says. "I was so tired and sleepy so I had to go straight home. But we can turn on the TV anyw—"

"No!" Y/N grips his hand, cutting him short of turning on the TV. She looks close to tears again that he raises his eyebrows in surprise.

"No." Y/N composes herself with a fake smile to appease the surprised features on his face. "I'm just asking. I'm sorry for yelling."

"You're acting weird," Sungjin says.

Y/N puts on her best I'm-okay face and smiles at him. "I'm okay. I just had a snooze at work and I had a bad dream."

I wish this was all just a bad dream.

"I just want to make sure you don't forget I love you, you know? Despite everything that happened to us." She looks down and smiles sadly. "I'm sorry I made you worry for nothing."

Sungjin pouts, but pulls her into another hug. "It's fine, babe. I just love you more and more every second because you're the only person who loved me truly, and never left me."

Y/N's heart can't get any more broken.

5:55 pm

For the past few hours, Y/N and Sungjin were just curled up on the loveseat. They were watching a sappy romcom that seemed to mock her in the face as it was about leaving a loved one behind and coming back for them. On the other hand, it's a good reason for her to cry her eyes out without raising suspicion, safe and snug under Sungjin's arms.

Too bad, the peace doesn't last forever.

7:40 pm

Y/N is currently waiting for Sungjin to come back. She originally opposed to the idea because she has a bad feeling about it, but he said that he needs to get some food (since Y/N forgot to bring home some). It has already been an hour since he went out, and the store was only a 15-minute walk—five if you use a car.

What is taking him so long?

8:20 pm - 9:45 pm

Y/N was just about to go looking for Sungjin when the front door opens and shuts with a slam. Next came the heavy footsteps that sounded urgent and almost running.

Y/N stands up and was about to see if it was him (who else would it be?), when he comes running into the living room. He was panting and has a disheveled appearance, eyes puffy with the evident tear-stained tracks in his face.

Shit.

"Sungjin...?" Y/N steps forward, but Sungjin steps backwards. "Babe...?"

"Who are you?" he asks as he tilts his head to the side, an incredulous, almost crazed look in his eyes.

"What?" she asks, knowing fully well what is going on. "It's me, Y/N! What kind of stupid sh—"

"You're NOT Y/N!" Sungjin almost yells. He walks towards her and shakes her by her shoulders. "Who are you? What did you do to her?"

"Babe, it's me!"

"No!" He lets go of her and walks to the other side of the room, his back against her. He turns around, and he has tears in his eyes. "You're not her."

"I am!" she cries out, but he refuses to listen. His mouth is curled in an angry sneer. "I know it sounds absurd, but I came back for you... to say goodbye."

"How can I believe that, huh?" he laughs, but there is no humor in his voice. "Ghosts are not real, whoever you are."

Oh.

"How can you expect me to believe what you were saying?" he asks, but she can't give him an answer. "Answer me!" he screams when she stays silent.

Y/N suddenly feels tired. Heartbroken.

"I love you," she says instead. She looks down at her hands, and see that she is starting to fade as time passes by.

Sungjin laughs a ruthless laugh, not noticing the change in her, and it breaks her heart even more. She can't find it in herself to cry, mainly because she's already cried out as heck, and it's not like it will change anything.

"Just stay away from me," Sungjin says, face taut with anger. "Get the fuck out of my house."

Y/N can only nod. She debates reaching out to touch him, but backs out at the last second. She leaves her coat by the door, and gets out into the cold night.

She's already cold, anyway.

11:15 pm

Y/N begins to think about how her life has been and thinks how far she'd come. She's pretty proud of herself for coming this far.

She would want to say goodbye to her kids and to Dowoon as well, but it's not like that's in the cards right now.

She looks at her wristwatch, the one Sungjin gifted her for her birthday.

11:15 pm.

Right, 45 minutes left.

It's funny how she can't cry anymore, probably because she's past the sixth stage of grief. She thinks she had already accepted that she will be gone by midnight, and crying makes no sense at this point. It's not like it'll bring her back, or bring Sungjin back.

Speaking of which, she looks to her left and there Sungjin is at the other side of the park. She's pretty sure he hasn't seen her yet, so she stands up and keep her head down.

She walks toward a more secluded part of the park, not risking a glance back at him. She doesn't want to fight with him again. She'd rather go quietly without an affair, than have a big blow up with Sungjin. After all, this what she's good at; running away.

"Y/N!"

Ah, shit.

Y/N tries to walk faster without seeming like she was running away from him. If she runs away, he'll know she heard him. Y/N walks on, chanting a nopenopenope in her head.

Nope, indeed.

Nearly there.

"Y/N, please," Sungjin says, sounding out of breath and too near. "Wait."

Just keep yourself together.

"Y/N!" Sungjin grabs her wrist, spinning her around.

Her gaze lands on her wrist, and she sees that she was fading away fast. She pulls her hand back to her fast, careful not to draw attention to it. Too late though, because Sungjin's eyes are drawn to it.

She pulls the sweater's sleeve to cover her wrist and clear her throat. "Yeah." She laughs awkwardly. "Sorry 'bout that."

"It's true, then." Sungjin's face crumple. He looks younger, almost like a kid. "I was hoping it was just delirium from the shots."

She laughs quietly. "You don't get delirious from shots."

Silence.

Y/N takes a deep breath, and smiles like her heart's not on fire. "I'll be going."

"Where?" he asks in a small voice.

She shrugs. "Hell, maybe?"

That turns out to be the wrong thing to say, because Sungjin bursts into tears a few moments later.

No, no, no.

"I'm sorry," she says as she takes a step towards him. She suddenly stops, him asking her to stay away still ringing in her ears.

"I'm sorry," even though she doesn't know if she's saying sorry for the joke or for ruining his life. "Sorry."

"I was hoping—" he says as he hiccups, wiping at his tears. "I was hoping this was all just a practical joke."

Y/N smiles sadly, still keeping her distance. She badly wants to pull him into a hug, but she can't.

"Do you regret it?" she asks him after a minute of silence. He looks at her and it breaks her heart, but she just can't bear not knowing before leaving. "Do you regret choosing me?"

"No," he insists, shaking his head. "Never."

She nods with a small smile. Me, too.

"Thank you," she says. "That's all I need to know."

She turns toward the other side of the park, but he walks in front of her and blocks her way.

"Don't go," he begs almost desperately. He kneels in front of her and hugs her legs, still crying like a kid. "Please just take me with you."

"Sungjin..."

"Please," he cries harder. "Please please please."

Y/N unwraps his arms around her legs, and kneels with him, pulling him into a tight hug.

"Please don't leave me," he cries on her sweater. "You're all I have."

11:55 pm

Five minutes.

They spent the last almost-hour talking and crying. They reminisced about everything, and Y/N apologized, mostly. Everything she failed to say, and failed to make him feel. She spared nothing.

She looks at her wristwatch. 11:55 pm.

Her hands are almost transparent at this point.

"I'm sorry if I wasn't able to keep my promise" she says, taking Sungjin's hand in hers. "I mean it when I said I love you, and I want you to be happy—"

"—I can't be," Sungjin replies. At least he had stopped crying, but it looks like he was about to again.

Three minutes.

"Close your eyes, babe." He does, and she kisses his lips one last time.

"I'm gonna miss you," she says. "I'll wait for you, okay?"

"I won't take long." Sungjin's voice is quivering.

One minute.

"I love you." Her skin starts to glow while she was speaking, her body flowing like ashes in the wind and drifting upwards.

"I love you, too," Sungjin says.

When he opens his eyes, he was alone on the park bench.

He stays there for a long time, wishing she heard him.

She did, and she carried his love with her to the dark skies.

fin

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For Me (Sungjin x Reader)

~Rachel~

Masterlist

Raised to believe that as the princess of your kingdom, the luxury of your upbringing was justification for your distinct unhappiness, you find yourself fantasizing about the one person who's ever seen you as more than a woman: the castle librarian.

Content: Royal au, implied emotional abuse, witty banter, perhaps over-the-top attempt at a period writing style, mutual pining, friends to lovers, unwanted arranged marriage, assassination attempt, knives, panic attack, happy ending :) lowkey lowkey inspired by Barbie in The Princess and the Pauper

Word Count: 10.1k

“She is here to meet a proper suitor,” the governess told Sungjin coldly. “You will not be getting in the way.”

Sungjin sucked in a breath with a grimace as he straightened his jacket in the mirror. “And what makes you think I’m here for anything other than the feast?” He turned to face the governess properly. “While I am an excellent dancer, I have no interest in stealing away the princess’s chance at meeting an advantageous match.”

The governess seethed at his nonchalant reply. It was by the princess’s request that the librarian had been invited to a royal event in the first place, and she was going to get to the bottom of it. “It seems you needed no reminder,” she noted sharply. “At least you already know your place.”

“It’s been made clear to me many times before tonight,” Sungjin replied, side-eyeing her as he left the dressing room. “Don’t say useless things.”

—

You sighed wistfully as you looked out from the balcony at the boy on the lawn. “Lucy, do you think he would be bothered if I asked him what he was reading?” you asked your lady in waiting.

“Almost certainly,” she replied bluntly, sharing in your afternoon fantasy. “But perhaps not if you asked him how he was liking it.”

“Oh, no, I think that might bother him more.” You giggled. “I say this as if I have any intention of courting.”

“This is news to me,” a voice interrupted you from the shade. You turned to see Sungjin leaning against the balcony doors, a few familiar books under his arm. “You speak of a new crush every week and yet you have no intention of courting?”

“The crush is the only fun part, Mr. Park,” you said with a feigned serious tone. “If I’m not to marry for love, then why get in too deep to let go in an instant?”

You searched for any pity in his expression, but he either hid it well or truly only felt amusement at your statement. “Is that why I’m the only man you talk to?” he quipped in return.

Lucy tried to hide her explosive laugh as a cough.

You looked Sungjin up and down. “A man? Would I talk to you if I saw you that way?”

The cough worsened, and Lucy had to excuse herself, rushing past Sungjin to get the privacy she needed to regain her composure.

Sungjin’s blithe amusement was unaffected, or at least undamaged. He stepped forward and brandished his books at you. “I’ve taken the liberty of removing these from your chamber and replacing them with some books your governess recommended.”

Your jaw dropped in indignation. “But was it not by your recommendation that I had those books in the first place?”

“Times change quickly, your highness,” he said, waving the books at you once more before tucking them back under his arm. “If these caught your interest as far as your bookmarks in them, I’m sure you’ll have a splendid time with your new books.”

“That’s not a fair criterion,” you argued. “If I’d had any time for myself, you would have had those books back a week ago.”

“Excuses are easy to come by,” he chided, stepping back toward the balcony doors. “I prefer to judge by action.”

—

He took your hand gently and led you to the dance floor with his hand on the small of your back. You then gave each other a courteous bow and curtsy before he took your hand once more and rested his hand on your waist. You tried not to trouble his shoulder with the weight of your hand.

“Is it alright if I share a burden with you, Mr. Park?” you asked as cheerfully as you could muster, studying the details on his jacket.

He didn’t answer right away, and you could feel his eyes on you, trying to get you to meet them. “Is it something I’m already aware of?”

“Most likely,” you answered, surely failing to hide behind your usual grin. “I can’t imagine someone as sharp-minded as yourself could have let this slip by.”

He hesitated once more before asking a second question. “Will sharing this really make it lighter?”

Your face truly began to falter now, and you couldn’t keep your lips from frowning. “Probably not, but I do suppose it depends on your response.”

He brought his hand up from your waist to tilt your chin gently upward, a final plea for you to meet his eyes. “I’m afraid I might make it worse, indeed.”

As tears threatened to spill over, you hid your face on his shoulder. He held you a little closer. “I was afraid you might say that.” You drew in a deep breath and stood yourself up straight, determining yourself to look into his eyes once more. “But I think I still want to try saying this once.”

“Princess…”

“I love you, Sungjin.” You looked down, unable to hold his gaze. “But of all the luxuries and choices granted to me in life, love is not one of them.”

“I love you, too, (Y/N).”

You had never thought that honest words could cut like lies. “For the sake of your heart, I hope it passes soon.”

—

“Really, Mr. Park, you must stop snooping through my things.”

“You left this out specifically for me to read,” he argued, “and I will not tolerate a word otherwise.”

You humphed self-righteously. “Well, since you’ve read it anyway…”

“I’ve already marked the edits I suggest you make.” He handed the papers back to you. “You are quite careless with your grammar.”

“Just the grammar?” You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms. “Is that all you have to comment on?”

He reached forward and tapped on a paperclip at the back of the stack of papers. “My commentary on the content couldn’t fit in the margins—which are messy, by the way—but it couldn’t fit in the margins with the grammar suggestions, so I had to take down my notes on new paper.”

“Three—” You had pulled his notes to the front of the stack as he had spoken, and you were appalled to find just how many pages he had used. “Three pages? I only wrote four, and you wrote three pages of criticism?”

“Three sheets,” he corrected. “Front and back. Six pages.”

“Six—!” You took a deep breath and set your hands on your hips, trying to stuff down your frustration. ���I wrote four pages of philosophy, and you wrote six pages of criticism, not to mention filled the margins of the original four with grammar corrections?”

He didn’t smile, but you caught the twinkle in his eyes. “You think so lowly of me, your highness.”

“I can’t imagine you would write any praise.”

“And so lowly of yourself, as well,” he chided. “Only the first page is criticism. I actually found your piece intriguing enough to write you a response.”

You felt like you had swallowed a mouthful of air. Sungjin, the great and esteemed librarian of the royal palace, had found your thoughts interesting enough to write five pages in response to the original four.

You cleared your throat. “You flatter me.”

“Ah, well,” he said, clearing his throat as well. “Perhaps you’ve finally earned some praise.”

—

Luckily, your downtrodden mood went unnoticed by the rest of the guests. Well, perhaps unluckily. That meant that all of the potential suitors you had met were all self-absorbed snobs with no real interest in you as a person. It wasn’t like you really expected more out of a political marriage, but you hoped for someone that at least cared enough to notice that you were hurting.

Sungjin sat with some other guests that you had invited from the palace staff, enjoying the food as promised, and was soon joined briefly by your governess. She looked uneasy.

“I’d like to apologize,” she offered, taking the seat next to him in order to rest her feet for a moment. “I believe I was unnecessarily harsh.”

“Perhaps I did need the reminder,” Sungjin disagreed, watching you dance with another noble that paid no attention to you even as your hands were intertwined. He could see your expression even from this distance—miserable and barely hiding it. “I believe you and I are the only two people in the room that know of her intellectual caliber, and the only two that care.”

The governess chewed on that, deciding the librarian’s words to be true and taking them as the tragedy that they were. “Of all the luxuries and choices granted to her in life, as she likes to say…” Sungjin nodded in acknowledgement. “I think the books used to be her distraction, and then you came with the books. However, she will be a fine queen someday, and your willingness to challenge her is certainly a factor in that.”

“If her husband will ever allow her a word in edgewise,” Sungjin scoffed. “She’s better suited for leadership than any of the men here for her hand.”

The governess raised her glass toward Sungjin. “I’ll toast to that.”

He clinked his water glass with her champagne, although he didn’t understand what exactly they were toasting to. He knew he could never stay by your side, but he couldn’t stand to see your growth suffocated in order to satisfy some other man’s picture of an ideal wife. The choice you were giving up wasn’t just love, but to live your life as yourself. He wondered who had convinced you that a life of royal luxury was worth trading your identity.

—

“Now, who is burning the midnight oil in my library?” Sungjin’s voice came out deeper and raspier than he had thought it would. Then again, it was quite time for him to be asleep, and he did hope he sounded intimidating.

“What’s this of midnight oil?” your voice came from the other side of the shelves. “The sun has only just set, has it not?”

Sungjin, in his pajamas and night cap, rounded the corner of the last shelf before the table you sat at. The sight nearly caused you to choke on your own laughter, which was certainly not becoming of a princess. 

He raised his eyebrow at you. “I’m quite certain if you stay up much longer, you’ll be greeted by the sun rising once again.”

You stopped your giggling immediately, placing your bookmark and slamming your book shut. “You must be joking.”

“I would never joke about something as serious as interrupting my bedtime.”

He was absolutely serious; you could read it in his posture. As ridiculous as he looked, he was not pleased. In fact, the longer you looked, the more disturbing the shadows of the candlelight on his face were. He looked rather like a solemn ghost reminding you to sleep, lest he haunt you—

You lost your composure again, imagining the librarian as a nagging specter. He didn’t so much as raise an eyebrow. “My apologies, you just look like—” you had to pause to fight off your laughter— “you look so silly.”

“I think you simply need to leave my library and get yourself to bed,” he said. “Your academic sobriety already leaves much to be desired when you’re well-rested. Don’t make it worse.”

Perhaps it was the hour of the night finally setting in, and you were exhausted after all, but you could have sworn there was fondness in his eyes when he bid you goodnight and shut the library doors behind you. However, you thought perhaps you weren’t mistaken about it when he opened the doors once again to shuffle after you in his slippers, berating himself for nearly allowing a lady to walk alone across the castle in the dead of night.

—

The marriage date had been set. Although not one of the suitors had managed to impress you enough to give him a second glance, a few had appealed to the king, and he had chosen one for you. You didn’t know why you were so upset. You had known all your life that this was the role you had been born into, and you had spent your life preparing accordingly. What was the difference now that it was actually upon you?

All of your duties now were wedding-related. Not a second was free for you to spend loitering around the library, which you tried to convince yourself was a good thing. If you weren’t around him, you would stop thinking about him eventually. Your unnecessary crush wasn’t even your most impeding problem; the books that he took such good care of were no longer yours to peruse. The life of rigorous study that you had loved was no longer yours, either.

You supposed you had taken advantage of this for far too long; what place had you ever had among the books, anyway? Dress fittings, etiquette lessons, those were things you should have been spending your time with in the first place. Now you were playing catch-up because you had been allowed to choose between something you wanted and something you needed.

Upon returning to your chamber for the evening after a day of decoration approval, you noticed a book sitting on your vanity—not your desk, where the last of your books remained. Someone had placed it there for you, and you nearly tore yourself in half resisting the urge to snatch it up and read it immediately.

There was only one person it could be from; only one person was bold enough to trespass like this. However, you were trying to prepare yourself for the life you would soon be living, and indulging in this couldn’t possibly make it easier for you. Still, you wandered closer to your desk, wary of the book as if it would burst into flames.

There was an envelope on top of the book, addressed to you in handwriting so lovely and calling you so rudely by your given name. His handwriting had been the bane of your existence so many times, yet you had never seen your name in it. He had added no flourish to it—in fact, there were a few little drops of ink from his quill staining the envelope—but you had never liked the sight of your own name more. Or hated it.

Before you knew it, the envelope was in your hands, and you delicately turned it over. He hadn’t even bothered to seal it properly. He must have known that any obstacle to his letter would have turned you away from it. If only it had been sealed, it might have brought you to your senses.

You turned it over again, admiring his handwriting once more, but turning it so quickly wafted the scent of the paper to your nose. You smiled without realizing it; you wouldn’t have thought of him as the type to use a lilac scent. Why was it only now that you were learning the sweetest things about him? It was like the Fates didn’t want you to let him go.

Rather than the books of philosophy and politics he would usually recommend you, this book was a work of fiction. By the look of it, he must have bought a new copy for you. The letter that came with it must have contained some explanation as to  why he had given it to you, but you cared far too much to let yourself read it. You weren’t certain you would ever read the book, either.

You sat on your bed and stopped trying to fight the tears you had holding back since the ball. It was of no use to continue explaining to yourself that you had no right to feel this way. It wouldn’t stop you from feeling this way, so the least you could do, now that you were in only your own company, was admit your feelings to yourself. Instead of repressing them, you needed to let them go.

—

The air of the castle was far too stuffy in the summer, and on a night like tonight, opening the window simply wasn’t enough. You needed to go outside and experience the night air for yourself.

It was no easy task to convince the guards that you didn’t need them or your lady in waiting around for a half-hour stroll around the grounds, but eventually they let you out. You were almost certain that they would have someone tailing you, but as long as you couldn’t see or hear them, you would pay them no mind. The illusion of a moment of solitude would have to do.

As you admired the crescent moon and the stars splashed across the night sky, your illusion came to an end. Whether or not someone had sent him after you, knowing that his company was one you would never rebuke, you didn’t know, but Sungjin had come around the castle from the opposite direction. You intended just to pass by him at first with a cordial nod, but the way his eyebrows raised in something that seemed to you to be surprise or disdain managed to offend you enough to talk to him.

“Am I not allowed to explore my own home?” you asked sharply.

This had been exactly the reaction he had wanted to get out of you. He stopped and turned to face you slowly, his expression now perfectly polite. “Did I say anything contrary?” Before you could fire back a retort, he continued, “Well, perhaps there is something to be said about the hour of your excursion, but who am I to criticize you?”

Every witty thing you could have come back with vanished from your mind. “Yes, quite so,” you said smartly. “You are out at the very same hour.”

“An excellent observation,” he acknowledged without a hint of the patronizing tone he implied. “Every so often, I find an evening walk to be quite refreshing, but it seems the evening escaped me tonight.”

He was going to make you say it. Whether he had been sent or not to escort you tonight didn’t matter; if he was to join you, he would have to have your permission, and he wasn’t going to ask.

Well, having company wasn’t your intention, and you weren’t going to ask. Perhaps this one time, you would refute his company.

“It is a bit suffocating, isn’t it?” he asked you instead, before you could tell him to be on his way. He glanced toward the castle, and you had a feeling he was talking about something other than the heat.

“Sometimes I wish the castle were farther from the equator, in a drier part of the country,” you admitted facetiously, determined not to give him the conversation he wanted. “But I suppose a milder winter is a fair trade for the misery of summer.”

The corners of his lips rose in preparation to play your game. “You can only escape outside of the castle walls for so long.”

“As soon as I go back inside or the sun rises, I’ll be right back where I started,” you agreed, now also not quite talking about the weather. “You can’t exactly hide from the sun.”

“It is quite relentless,” he said with a nod. “Even now, it watches you by way of the moon.”

Was he the moon? Was that his implication tonight? A reflection of the sun—of your duties—but kinder in its presence. It didn’t bring the same light, but it didn’t bring the oppressive heat of the day with it, either.

“I do wish it would stay a while longer,” you mumbled, only for him to hear if he cared to answer.

You pretended to ignore him as he took his attention away from the night sky and gave it to you instead. You pretended not to see out of the corner of your eye the way his eyes sparkled with stars to rival the night sky. Most of all, you pretended not to see the way he looked at you. It would just be trouble if you tried to make something of it.

“May I escort you?” he asked, offering you his arm tenderly. “It’s still a ways to the back gate, if you would like to escape the heat a little longer.”

Perhaps you had misread his intentions tonight. You had thought he was going to make you put down your pride, but now he was simply inviting you to at much less detriment to yourself.

“Alright,” you accepted softly, taking his arm in the same manner. “I suppose some company wouldn’t be too burdensome.”

—

Your husband-to-be wasn’t necessarily unkind. He was perfectly polite, in fact, and while he clearly didn’t have any real interest in you, he did try to get to know you in the few days before the ceremony. However, this mostly consisted of asking what you knew about his interests rather than asking what yours were. In his eyes, he likely had a long way to go with you until you would become who he imagined you to be.

Perhaps if you’d had a common interest, something might have happened, but it seemed that literacy was a skill he didn’t think much of. He took his privilege for granted, and assumed someone else around him would always know what he needed to know in any situation. It didn’t seem he expected you to be in that list of people.

It was a horrible thought, but you did consider that his nation would likely be better off in your hands than his, if he died accidentally…or not. Not that you would ever do something to bring his death to pass, but it wasn’t a thought that particularly troubled you.

His eyes stared right through yours as you wondered these terrible things. He looked at you, certainly, but he couldn’t have seen less of you if he were blind. You felt like a paper doll, being dressed up and given away to someone who would likely forget you existed within a week.

As this prince went on and on about his annual hunt with his younger brothers, your mind wandered back to someone who always saw more of you than you wished he would. You could never hide anything from him, no matter how well you thought you had put up a front. If he were here right now instead of your politically advantageous match, you had so many things you wanted to ask him. He might grow frustrated with your questions, but not because he thought you couldn’t understand his answers. He felt you should already know the answers, or you should be asking questions meant to challenge him just as much.

This prince was hoping you would shrink to meet his expectations, while your librarian wanted you to grow to meet his. However, according to your birthright, you had already overgrown for the role you were meant to fit. Cutting back was going to hurt in one way or another.

You noticed the prince had gone quiet, watching you now in the glow of the sunset as you sat on a bench in the gardens surrounding your castle. Had he asked you a question? Why was his expression like that, all soft and pleased with himself—

“What are you thinking about?” he asked you.

You weren’t sure how to answer the question; you were more surprised that he had finally asked you a question that didn’t have to do with him. “I was just—”

“Let me tell you what I’m thinking about,” he interrupted you. You weren’t even sure he had heard you start to answer, much less expected you to answer. “We shall be an excellent match. Our children should take after you in looks, and surely after me in personality.”

You refused to bring anything like him into the world, but that wasn’t something you should or could say out loud.

“You are beautiful,” he told you as if he was sure no one had ever told you before. “My brothers shall be jealous I’ve found myself a wife like you.”

If he thought he was being romantic, he was wrong, and it was unnecessary for him to do such, but he was so sure of himself, you were unable to move before he decided to kiss you.

It made you feel sick to your stomach. There was no way he thought a romance was really going to build that quickly between the two of you. Was he really arrogant enough to think he had won your hand in marriage because he had won your heart at the ball? You had thought you were on the same page, at least, that you were here for the benefit of your nations.

You excused yourself after that and all but ran back to the privacy of your chamber. The familiarity of your own quarters were something you would lose as you traveled back to his kingdom to begin the rest of your life, so you figured you might as well take advantage of them for the last time.

He must have been brought up to believe he deserved everything the world had to offer as some sort of royal birthright. The way your late mother had raised you, you thought it was common knowledge that in exchange for a life of royal luxury, you had to live your life ready to sacrifice anything else for the welfare of your kingdom. The more you interacted with the royalty and upper class of other countries, however, you realized that your paradigm was unique, even strange.

You were snatched out of your thoughts once again, even as you were steps away from safety, by a hand grasping your arm. On pure instinct, you tore your arm away as you spun to see who it was that had stopped you. Frozen with his arm still outstretched as he realized how improper his actions had just been, Sungjin waited for your next response.

You had half a mind to turn around and keep walking, but the other half of your mind sought comfort from the one person in this castle that you knew cared. No matter how much you wanted to let it win, you couldn’t. You were already indulging yourself by running away to hide.

“It’s a bad time,” you refused him simply without giving him the chance to explain himself. “Perhaps another time.” You spun around once more to continue on your way.

“I think this is the only time,” he contended before you even took a step. “You are miserable. If you ever do anything for your own sake, let it be this.”

You had kept yourself in check for so long. Every single awful feeling you had been keeping down suddenly manifested, burning hot. “What do you know?” you spat vindictively. You turned once more, advancing on the librarian, who stood his ground. “What do you know about duty? What do you know about living a life on the backs of people who do real work every day, while you sit around and just exist?”

He didn’t say anything. He was angry, and you knew it by the way his eyes darkened. Normally bright and full of stars, you had snuffed them out.

“This is the only worth I have in life,” you said. “I bring them promises of goods to trade and safety from war and strife with this, so they can keep living their lives. I’ve never had to do anything for myself—this is the least thing I can do repay those that have sacrificed so I can live this way. My happiness means nothing in comparison to the lives of those I’m supposed to protect.”

“How dare you talk about the princess that way,” he said, his voice quiet and dangerous. “If it were any other than yourself, I would have them turned in to the guard for slander.”

“I can’t slander myself, Mr. Park.”

“But you can lie to yourself. You can let yourself believe all of these terrible things about yourself because someone did you the discredit of raising you to believe that you don’t deserve to be loved—valued, even,” he seethed. “Perhaps the welfare of the people should come before your own, but how can you serve them properly if your service to them doesn’t bring you joy?”

“And what if it does bring me joy?” you asked defiantly.

He shook his head. “You may lie to yourself, your highness, but you cannot fool me.”

—

He looked beautiful in the glow of the sunset. You wished you could capture him like this somehow, keep his image in a book that you could look at whenever you wanted. However, your sketches could never do him justice, even if you could capture the colors perfectly.

You were in love with him. You knew it, as much as you wished it weren’t true. He had probably known before you did. It was useless, though. You were to marry a prince, and there was to be a ball soon to find a potential match.

Forgiving yourself for this would be no easy task. You should have seen it coming long ago, but you were blinded by your own foolishness, believing that you could really just admire him as a scholar. Once you knew you liked him, you should have stopped then, as well, but it was too easy to convince yourself to indulge just this once. And then you got too deep to pull yourself out.

Even now, watching him out on the lower balcony from above, you were indulging yourself. Once again, you rationalized using the same logic: you might as well enjoy the view while you still could. Soon, you would leave all of this behind. The castle, the view of the gardens, the familiar sunset of your land, and your librarian as well. If you had managed to find all of these things you loved in one scene, you might as well commit them to memory while you still had them.

Like it was habit for him, he turned his gaze upward briefly toward your balcony, but he made a double-take as he realized you were standing there. You both froze, having been caught in your acts of assumed solitude.

“Princess?” he stammered, not quite believing his eyes. “How long…?”

“You should come,” you blurted, somehow seeming to retain a collected composure even though you were embarrassed and unsure of what was coming out of your mouth. “To the ball, I mean. You have my invitation.”

The distance between you was too far to really make out his expression, but you could only assume it was confused by the length of time it took him to answer. 

“I’m sure I have no place there.”

“Of course you do,” you insisted. This was indulging yourself once more, but if this was the one time you would ever make a stupid choice, it might as well be now. “You have to dance with me once, shouldn’t you?”

His expression was too hard to make out, but you could see his hands playing with the railing of his balcony as he tried to figure out what you were playing at. “Truly, what place would I have doing that?”

“Perhaps from some viewpoints, none,” you admitted, “but I believe our camaraderie has earned you at least enough social standing for one dance.”

Even from this distance, you could see his dark eyebrows raise at the implication that his worth came from his relationship with you. You knew that he knew you were joking—you had made him recommend you several books on similar subjects—but you waited to see if he would take the bait and keep arguing with you.

“If you’re willing to take responsibility for whatever complaints come up surrounding my presence, then I suppose I should take your offer,” he said, inflection heavy in his voice. “Don’t regret extending this invitation.”

You smiled to yourself. You would come to regret it, you were sure, if you didn’t already. “I would never,” you lied jovially.

—

Sungjin had made himself quite scarce from your presence. Not just yours, apparently, but you had heard rumors that he had hardly left the library at all. That was fine by you; you didn’t want to see him anyway. You would feel obligated to apologize if you saw him again, even though you still believed you had said nothing wrong. You knew you had hurt him with your harsh words, and in that was your fault.

The wedding was…well, it was. That was as far as you could describe it. You were aware of your state of being alive through the whole process of the day, but barely anything more. That was the only way you could get through the day without being overcome by your emotions. You shut everything out. Every thought, every sensation, every person who talked to you, none of it had access to how you truly felt about what would come next. If you had to, you would never come back to yourself for as long as you lived.

Perhaps somewhat ironically, it was a threat to your life that brought you back to the present. Barely twelve hours had you been married, and your husband was already holding a knife to your back.

“It’s a shame. I really did think you were a lovely girl,” he said with a slightly inconvenienced sigh, “but in order for any of this to work, you have to die.”

If you and your family lived through whatever declaration of war this was, you would have to remind yourself to slap your father across the face for his ineptitude in picking alliances.

“I’m sure taking me as hostage would incite much more chaos,” you suggested flatly, barely daring to move for the strength with which the prince held the dagger to your back. He didn’t seem to know much about women’s fashion, as he held it to a rib of your corset, but you had to let him believe he had your life in his hands.

“I would have liked that as well, but I’ve been advised that if we want to take possession of your kingdom, we need to make this as swift and cruel as possible,” he explained once again as if this were a minor inconvenience to him. “And it’s not as if you would agree to our occupation. Your dedication to your people, in particular, is admirable, but it’s exactly why you cannot be allowed to live.”

And it was exactly why you had to live. You thanked your past self one last time for the adventurous youth you had insisted upon and prepared to seize his knife for your own. Your dark fantasies of killing your husband may well have become your reality.

“I was surprised to find out that rumors about you were true,” he went on. “Your pretty face is unfortunately a facade for that strange mind of yours. Thanks to that peculiar librarian of yours, no doubt.”

You stiffened at his mention of Sungjin.

“Oh, yes, I know all about your little affair. One of the wisest and most knowledgeable men, not just in your country, but likely the whole continent. He’ll likely be useful in the coming months, whether willingly or not…”

That was the end of your rational thought. You spun around and made a grab for the knife, your heart on fire at the thought of anyone, much less this man laying a hand on the only man who had ever seen you as an equal. You hadn’t considered that he had meant to provoke you, which was now made clear by the way he pulled back and readied a real strike. With the smirk on his face, the monologue suddenly made sense.

You attempted to move out of his way, but your haste had caused you to forget the placement of the furniture in the room, and you nearly fell backwards over a chair. His knife grazed you across your chest, almost aligning with the length of your collarbone. It wasn’t deep, but it was already bleeding. You weren’t sure why it didn’t hurt quite like you expected it to, but you were sure it would soon. If you were going to live, that had to be the only strike you allowed him.

So you fought dirty. Giving up your earlier plan to take the knife yourself, you kicked him hard between the legs and took off as fast as you could. Surely his shouts would attract unwanted attention, but you had to leave and find Sungjin as quickly as possible, before anyone else did. You ditched your shoes at the door and thanked the prince one last time for his arrogance; not a single guard was stationed outside.

It wasn’t long, however, before you found yourself being chased by the foreign guard. You shouldn’t have been fast enough to outrun them, but your desperation—not for yourself—kept you out of their reach. Just as you were sure you were done for, you rounded a corner to see members of your own guard, still unaware of the rats in the castle.

You called for their help, and seeing the blood dripping down your front, they sprang into action. Once you were safe behind their line, you pulled one aside.

“This whole wedding was a setup,” you relayed, trembling. “You must make sure the king and the others are safe—they’re planning on having us all killed.”

Then you took off again in the direction of the library, not stopping as the guard called after you. It wasn’t far from here, but you couldn’t waste time if they had already found him.

The library corner was still dark, untouched by violence as of yet, you hoped. You weren’t as delicate as you wished you were, trying the handle, and the sound of the locking mechanism echoed down the whole hallway. The door was open, nonetheless, and you prayed that it was just because he had forgotten to lock it, and not because someone had already forced it open. You locked it behind you, whether it meant you were trapped in here with the enemy or not.

His quarters were separated from the library by a door in the back, and you had to fight yourself to keep an even pace. There were no signs of soldiers, and the closer you got, the surer you were that you were the first one here.

His door was shut, and all the lights were off. Perhaps he had gone to visit family instead of attending the wedding. If he had, you hoped he would know to never come back.

You knocked on his door, and within a few seconds, you heard rustling from the inside. You knocked again, and you heard someone questioning you from inside.

“Sungjin,” you called for him quietly, but still loud enough that he could hear you through the door, “the prince and his troops are staging a coup—they’re—”

He yanked his door open, standing before you now in his silly pajamas and nightcap. The thought of this man, whose only calluses on his hands were from an excess of using them to write, being used and hurt for his dedication to knowledge…it made you sick. You could never let that happen, by any means possible.

“Princess?” He could hardly take this sight of you in. He had never known you to be frightened of anything, and he had never seen you look so small.

“You have to leave,” you begged him. “The wedding was a setup to seize the kingdom. They’re looking for you now, as we speak.”

“Me? They’re after me and not you? Their princess—our princess.”

“They don’t think anything of me, but they know how much you know—that makes you worth something! Sungjin, they won’t just kill you,” you warned him frantically. “Please, hide, and get yourself to safety!”

“Breathe with me, Princess, please,” he pleaded with you, holding your arms steady. “You’re bleeding. Let’s address that first.”

You shook your head. “It’s not life-threatening. I’ll be fine, but please tell me there’s a way out of here that’s not the main entrance—”

An echo through the library stopped your voice, froze you in place. They knew you were here. You led them straight to him. The one person you wanted to protect, and you had given him away. And those guards who had protected you so loyally—you had given them their deaths.

You couldn’t breathe. Your lungs were full of air and they refused to empty in exchange for new air, even as you gasped for it. Sungjin knew there wasn’t much time, but he had to try and hide in whatever time he had. There was a nook hidden behind a bookcase that he suspected had been built for times like this. However, the bookcase was heavy, and he wasn’t sure he had the strength to move it out and back in time.

Another echo shook the walls; they were going to break the doors down. He had to try.

You weren’t in any state to help him as you clutched your hand to your chest, trying to regain control of your breathing. He took your arm and led you swiftly to the bookcase, even knowing that he couldn’t do this alone.

“We can hide back here,” he said, leaning down and making sure he had your eyes on his. “I need you to help me pull it back.”

“Sungjin, I don’t—I—I can’t—”

With another echo, he heard the wood of the doors beginning to crack from the repeated force.

“(Y/N),” he said softly, “we have to try.”

Your eyes still shining with tears and your body still shaking as you tried to control it, you nodded resolutely. Anything to get him out of harm’s way.

On his count, you pulled the shelf, and true to his promise, there was a small alcove with just enough space to hide the two of you. So long as you could pull the shelf back in time, and the enemy soldiers didn’t start knocking shelves over, you would be safe.

A final crash finally blew the doors off their hinges, just in time for you to have secured the shelf back in its place. Even though the enemy guard’s shouting back and forth was more than enough noise to drown out any sound you made, you still stifled your panicked sobs.

Sungjin couldn’t take any more of this. The space was small enough that you could both sit on the floor, but only if he had you in his arms. He wasted no time in pulling you into his embrace and allowing you to sink to the floor. He listened intently to the soldiers’ dialogue as they searched his library, but it was admittedly hard to focus when he was finally holding you like this for the first time.

“Is anyone sure they saw the princess come this way?”

How had it taken an attempt on your life for him to finally gather the courage to hold you like this? Certainly, you were a princess and he was a humble scholar with no place by your side, but that seemed now a pitiful excuse. If your lives really were to end tonight, his greatest regret would be withholding his feelings for you.

“Check the librarian’s quarters—see if there are any exits besides the doors we just came through.”

He hadn’t noticed his hand finding its way to your hair, holding your head to his chest to comfort you. Although your breathing was still troubled, you seemed to have regained quite a bit of control. He was prepared to hold you all night if he had to.

“What if we just lit the whole place ablaze?”

Sungjin’s heart dropped. If you were trapped back here, a fire would certainly kill you both.

“No! We’re under strict orders to preserve this collection—this is one of the most extensive libraries any kingdom has seen, and the king wishes to have it for his own. Our task is simply to find the librarian who tends to it and bring him to the prince.”

“And what of the princess?”

“Kill her when we find her.”

After a while, the footsteps stopped, and Sungjin had to assume that the soldiers had left. However, he wasn’t going to risk your safety to find out if he was right. At some point, they would have to leave, but he would much rather wait until you were able to make a plan with him. He trusted you much more than he trusted himself in that aspect.

You were still bleeding, he realized, and in the cramped space, he had you sit apart for a bit as he reached to tear his nightshirt for a makeshift bandage. However, you stopped him, gesturing to the hem of your dress instead. He shook his head, going once again for his nightshirt, but you placed your hand over his. 

“The dress is already ruined,” you whispered, gesturing to the slash and the bloodstains. “It might as well be of some use.”

He understood your request; it wasn’t simply about preserving his nightshirt, which was still in good condition, over your already torn and stained dress. It was also about further tarnishing what this dress was supposed to represent. He wanted to erase all of that too, so he obligingly found a seam and split it as much as he could to make a decent bandage and still leave you decent.

Once he had pressed the fabric to your wound, you decidedly curled up against his chest once more, all but forcing him to wrap his arms around you again. He couldn’t help but smile despite the dire circumstances. For a moment, you weren’t a princess and he wasn’t a librarian, hiding from foreign combatants. You were just a girl, and he was just the boy you loved, stealing a moment of privacy for the first time.

“Did you ever read my letter?” he asked you softly, careful not to allow his voice to pass through the wood shelf.

You shook your head. “Nor the book that came with it.”

“That probably would have been for the better, had the prince been honest in his intentions to marry you.”

“But he wasn’t.”

He sighed. “No, he wasn’t, and I’m not sure whether to curse him for trying to take your life or thank him for…well…”

“The two may not be mutually exclusive,” you admitted, “especially if we live to tell the tale.”

He thought for a moment on that. What would happen if you escaped from this, and the prince and his soldiers were defeated and brought to justice? What would happen if you escaped, but the prince succeeded in seizing the kingdom? He already knew what would happen if you failed to escape, and didn’t find the possibility worth lingering on.

“Will you take your position back if all ends well?” he asked. “I fear if the king does die tonight, you’ll either end up with a price on your head or a country to run.”

You were quiet as you thought as well. Everything you had known about your future had changed within a few minutes, and you certainly hadn’t had the time to consider any of the consequences that tonight would bring.

“The power would never fall to me,” you finally answered. “Ever since my father gave up on having a son, my cousin has been preparing to inherit the throne. Whether the king lives or dies tonight, and if our guard succeeds in stopping the attack, I suspect my role will remain the same. I will be expected to marry a man of noble lineage to benefit our country.”

Sungjin’s chest grew tight at the thought of you marrying another man—again. He couldn’t stand to let you slip through his fingers again, but what choice did he truly have in the matter?

“However, I’m not sure that I could go through with yet another wedding to someone who sees me as nothing more than a chess piece,” you went on. “I’ve shown myself where my heart truly lies when I’m forced to choose between the good of the kingdom and my own desires, and I can never fool myself again.”

You sat up a bit, ignoring the pain racing across your chest. 

“I would rather my life end by your side than keep living without you,” you confessed to him solemnly.

There was hardly light enough to see in the small nook behind the bookshelf, but it was enough to reflect in his eyes like stars, as always. It was a tragic confession, he knew, for he knew of no way for you to live by his side. And he loved you anyway.

“May I kiss you?” he asked, his voice even smaller than before.

And so came to pass your first, and perhaps last moment of shared intimacy. It was just a kiss, but it was all you could have asked for. He was so gentle, as if he were afraid you would break or disappear. 

The fatigue of the night finally set in, and you ended up falling asleep together in that tiny space behind the bookshelf.

—

You were awoken by frantic rapping on the side of the bookcase. Very few people knew this alcove existed, so either someone had sold you out, or it was a member of the staff, hoping to find their missing friends.

“Please, Princess, Mr. Park, at least one of you must be back here,” a woman’s voice worried from the outside. You sat up, recognizing her as your lady in waiting. “This is the last place I can think of.”

“Lucy?” you called to her. As you opened your eyes, you could see sunlight filtering in.

“Oh, your highness, thank goodness!” she sighed in relief. “And is Mr. Park with you?”

You began to respond, but Sungjin signaled to you to wait. “Ask her if she’s alone,” he told you almost inaudibly. You nodded, understanding his implication.

“Lucy,” you repeated, leaning as closely as you could to the corner of the bookshelf and the wall. “Are you alone? No one else is with you?”

“No, Princess, I’m by myself,” she confirmed, lowering her voice to match yours. “And while the captain of the guard knows I’m looking for you, he doesn’t know where I am exactly. We’ve managed to chase the enemy soldiers out of the castle, but they’re still on the grounds. I want to get you out while we still can.”

“And…” you began, an odd feeling of nervousness in your stomach. “What of the king?”

She didn’t answer for a moment, and that was an answer by itself. “I’m sorry.”

You learned that once your guards had captured the prince, who was still languishing in the room you were supposed to share, it had been easy to command his soldiers to stand down under a threat on his life. However, by then, it had been too late for your father. Luckily, your cousin was safe outside the castle, but it looked like the prince’s soldiers were preparing to make another attack instead of accepting their defeat.

Lucy relayed her plan of escape to you: there was a secret passage that led into town, outside the castle grounds where the enemy was waiting to stop any escape attempts. She was hoping Mr. Park would accompany you to safety, if he could be found.

“And there’s another thing, your highness, if I may be so bold,” she said. “I’m not so sure you would want to hear this—if you find it shameful of me to suggest this, you may pretend as if I never said it.”

“What is it, Lucy?”

“Well, I have…I know…” She sighed. “Pardon me, it’s just so hard to say it the way I mean it.”

You exchanged a curious glance with Sungjin. You hadn’t come out of your hiding place yet, but you would soon now that you were certain that your lady in waiting was still trustworthy.

“Worry not about offending me,” you exhorted her. “What do you have to say?”

“I send my earnings to my sister and her family,” she explained. “She has two daughters, and you’re their hero. I always wished I could follow the path of education, but my family never had the money. I think it a shame to leave all of the things you’ve learned for a political marriage where your intellect is of no value. If you wished to leave your life as a princess—”

You gasped. “Lucy!”

“I’m sorry, your highness, I know how you wish to serve your kingdom in return for the life you’ve been able to live thus far—I just wonder if it would make you happier to serve your people by sharing your privilege with them directly rather than continuing to live as a figurehead.”

Could you really do that? She—a person who had served you during the best years of her life, had been denied opportunities in her life in order to serve you—was advocating for your happiness? You had always been grateful for her company, but you had always been hesitant to call her a friend because you had believed that she must resent you in some way—but who had told you that?

The same people who had convinced you that you didn’t deserve to be happy in the first place. That had firstly come from your mother, the Queen, who had impressed upon you the worthlessness of your feelings in the face of the needs of the kingdom. Perhaps this had come from a place of trying to raise you to be a benevolent monarch yourself, but you were now starting to see these ideas for what they really were.

And who had perpetuated these notions after she had passed? No one other than yourself. There was only one person now who wanted to stop you from leaving this life you so hated behind: you.

“Well said,” Sungjin commended Lucy in the absence of your answer.

“Oh, Mr. Park!” Lucy exclaimed in relief. “This makes things so much easier. Let’s get you both out from behind that shelf so that you may depart at once.”

Lucy had come prepared. She had brought you a dress to change into, one of her extra uniforms, and since she had heard rumors of your injury, she had brought ointment and bandages as well. While Sungjin collected things that would be necessary for your journey and things he dared not to leave in the castle for intruders to find, she applied the ointment and wrapped your wound as best as she could, what with the awkward placement, and then she helped you into the new dress.

The last things she had brought with her you were sure had come at great risk to her life, and if you wouldn’t have already cried at the sight of them, this added knowledge certainly would have pushed you over the edge as well. She had brought the book that Sungjin had given you and the letter that came with it.

Quickly, she led you through the castle to the entrance of the passage. She gave you directions to where her sister’s family lived with a promise that she would join you soon. 

Sungjin insisted on carrying almost everything in his pack, despite both of you being used to living as scholars. He pointed out that you also had the slice below your collarbone to worry about, but since it had been so shallow, you weren’t worried too much about it. You walked through the passage together, knowing that whatever life met you on the other side, you would face together.

—

Ten years had passed since the enemy siege on the castle. Luckily, it hadn’t led to war, but the prince’s kingdom had faced significant consequences from other countries allied with yours. The new king in this land was a kind ruler; he was well educated in the ways of service, and in the name of his deceased cousin, the former princess, he had begun several new efforts to provide opportunities for his people to become educated.

In a small forested town in this kingdom, near the mountains, a couple ran a strange building. On the ground floor was a library run by the husband, and up the stairs was a room used as a schoolhouse, headed by the wife. They happily took part in the king’s educational initiatives, turning this little nowhere town into a sort of hub for learning and studying.

You never did find out if your cousin, the new king, knew that you were still alive, but you supposed it was of little consequence. The princess had died in that attack, in some way. That life felt like a tragic book you had read in your youth, something you could tell your children as a bedtime story when they were being ornery (and oh, they were, as seven and five year olds tend to be).

You found yourself enchanted with life now, as doing the most mundane things you remembered at times to be things you had longed for. Your house was across the road from the library-schoolhouse building, and your view out the front window showed you your favorite sight: your husband sitting at one of the tables in his library with those two ornery children, captivating their whole attention with a book about the stars.

He glanced up from the book, in a way that looked habitual, and even from across the street, you could see his surprise in seeing you looking back. His focus was now broken, and the children noticed just as quickly.

You decided to abandon your book-mending project for now to spend the rest of your afternoon off in the place where you had fallen in love with that man to whom you were married: in his library.

--

Dearest princess,

(Y/N)

I write this not with light conscience. I realize wholly the weight of the words which I dare to impart to you. I also fully realize the weight of the words you spoke to me at the ball, just as much as my response to them.

I hope that you may find some humor in this, however: I have written no less than five drafts of this letter, and I still fear this one to be lacking.

I suppose I must end my stalling; beating around the bush has never been my strong suit until just now. I care deeply about you, and as such, I cannot bear to see you so distraught and say nothing. While I do know very well that you serve your kingdom and your people with pride, I also believe that you deserve to serve them in a more corporeal manner than you believe to be in store for you. You and your intellect are of far more value than you believe, and your presence in the academic world has been far more impressive than I have likely let on.

It is bold and improper for me to say this, but I believe you should petition the king to reconsider your prospects for marriage at this time. I say this not simply because of my feelings, although I must admit I cannot isolate these two subjects entirely. I say this because I believe you could do more for your country if you remain here and become an active part of the affairs of the kingdom than if you were to leave. If you wish to take on this challenge, I shall aid you in whichever manner you request.

I save these sentiments for last, and I regret not having told you sooner: I find every part of you to be absolutely captivating, from your wit and intellect to your graceful beauty. I understand my feelings to be above my station, but I do find myself emboldened to know that you return these feelings. If you might ever consider me in reality, know that I would do anything in my power to find a way to stay by your side.

Yours,

Sungjin

P.S. The book is a gift. I found myself reading for pleasure and I wished I could share this with you. Perhaps you might read it one day if you end up somewhere I can longer pester you.

Now this one took just over a year to write. I think it just started as me having fun and flexing my vocabulary and understanding of English grammar but then it turned into something a little more serious. I also now wonder if I could write closer to a Shakespearean style if I tried. Hmm. Not now though

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[godsmenusuperbowl]

I Just Love to Look at Him ~ *Han Jisung*

Summary: In order to become Queen, you must marry. As much as you hate the antiquated law, you're willing to try. Now who to pick is a whole other issue!

Pairing: Han Jisung X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 729

Warning: Yes it's that one scene from the Princess Diaries 2

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Taglist: @foxwinter​ 

You knew ever since you were young that one day you’d have to marry if you ever wanted to be Queen. And now that you were finally eligible for the throne, an arranged marriage was in order. You weren’t really fond of the idea, but you didn’t have much of a choice. Nevertheless, you were at least allowed the opportunity to pick who you married.

It was your mother, the Queen’s, idea to have her secretary, Jeongyeon, compile all the potential suitors into a presentation. You invited your best friend, Ryujin, to be there, as you believed her opinion was just as valid. So in the theater room with you to pick out your future spouse was your mother, Jeongyeon, Ryujin, and the Head of Security, Jackson.

“Baron Lee Minho,” Jeongyeon began. “Resident of Gimpo, age twenty-five, hobbies include hiking, watching movies, and creating choreography.”

Your mother shook her head. “No, not appropriate. He’s a compulsive gambler.”

The slide changed. Before he was announced, you gasped. “Yes! Oh yes! I absolutely accept!”

Jeongyeon chuckled as she read the slide. “Prince Christopher Bang. Resident of Sydney, age twenty-six, hobbies include playing sports, swimming, and producing music.”

“He’s not eligible because he’s in line for his own throne.” Your mother stated.

“Oh.” You couldn’t help but pout. You hoped he wasn’t the only perfect guy in the mix.

Jackson spoke up. “If he’s not eligible, why is he included in the line up.”

Jeongyeon sighed. “I just love to look at him.”

“Me too.” Your mother mumbled.

“Your Majesty.” Jackson teased her, earning a playful swat on the arm from her. You chuckled to yourself. Your mother always saw him as a son and you could see why.

“Next.” The slide changed again. “Felix Lee. Resident of Sydney, age twenty-three, hobbies include listening to music, dancing, clothes shopping, traveling, and beatboxing. No title, but a good family.”

Ryujin leaned over to whisper in your ear, “What about the title husband?”

You shrugged. “Yeah, he’s cute.”

Jackson hummed. “His boyfriend thinks he’s handsome also.”

Both you and Ryujin fist pump. “Right on.”

“No matter.” Your mother tapped Jeongyeon’s shoulder so that she could take a memo. “Put him on all the invitation lists. He’s a divine dancer.”

“Next.” The slide changed again. “Sir Park Sungjin. Resident of Busan, age thirty, hobbies include playing sports, gaming, and playing the guitar.”

“Too old.” Your mother shook her head.

You frowned. He was only thirty. How could that be too old? Nevertheless, you didn’t argue with her. You learned that lesson the hard way a long time ago.

The slide switched again. “Prince Ren Shuyang. Resident of Pingyao, age sixteen, hobbies include locking, singing, and rapping.”

Another shake of your mother’s head. “Too young.”

“Does this popcorn taste different to you?” Ryujin asked all of a sudden.

You shrugged. “Jackson made it. You know how he is in the kitchen.”

“Ah, I thought so. It tastes amazing!”

The slide switched while you weren’t looking. “Kim Seungmin. Resident of Seoul, age twenty-three, hobbies include writing, listening to music, and eating.”

It was Jackson who had an objection to this one. “Arrested too many times.”

“Really? Him?” You asked, bewildered.

He nodded. “I should know. I’ve been the one to arrest him at least twice.”

Your mother huffed. “Wait, no. We need someone titled, someone who can help you run a country without ego getting in the way. Someone attractive, smart, but not arrogant. Someone with compassion-”

The slide changed.

“Someone like him?”

“Duke Han Jisung.” Jeongyeon announced. “Resident of Incheon, age twenty-three, hobbies include watching movies, drawing, and producing music.”

“Yes!” Your mother all but shouted. “Someone very much like him! Good choice, dearest! I wonder why I didn’t think of him before!”

“Han Jisung.” Ryujin muttered before giving a small nod. “Sounds like he’d be a good one for you.”

“Well he looks,” You tried to pick a suitable adjective. “Decent.”

As you mentioned before, you weren’t really interested in getting married just so you could become Queen. However, perhaps this could work. Even if you didn’t fall head over heels in love with him, perhaps the two of you could get along with one another. His extended biography that Jeongyeon had given you along with all the others made him sound like quite the gentleman.

Who knows, maybe this could work out after all.

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[dearly-somber]

I’m Serious | k.yh

-> pairing. Kang Younghyun (Brian) x f!reader

-> genre. fluff, humor

-> rating. 13+

-> w/c. 1840

-> warnings. none!

-> a/n. English is spoken in bold!

-> collection. songfic

-> started. Sep. 3rd, 2020 @ 01:11

-> fin. Dec. 20th, 2021 @ 00:22

-> edited. Wed., Jul. 12th, 2023 @ 23:59

You bounce up and down as you see the Jeep park near the beach house where you and your friends would be staying for the weekend.

The houses lined along the beach were like something you'd find in a movie or TV show, with the brightly painted wooden walls and straw roofs and small steps leading up to the porch that gave a spectacular view of the beach. There was a hammock on the porch, along with a beach chair that looked like it would cave in under the weight of a book.

As the five of your friends started hopping out of the car, you ran to them as best you could in a pair of slops (flip-flops), hugging everyone with welcoming squeals of excitement.

You had gotten there a day earlier since you got off work sooner than they did. There would be three people in a room since the house was pretty small, each room decked with one bunk bed and a single bed with a bedside table and one shared closet. Thankfully you hadn't packed all too much, considering that you were only spending the weekend, and left plenty of space for the guys.

"Y/N! It's so good to see you!" Jae said as you leaned up to hug him, a bright smile aimed at you. You replied with a weird groan of agreement before moving to hug Dowoon and Wonpil at the same time, since they were closest to you.

"I feel like you've grown again," you said with a playful jab to Dowoon's ribs, laughing as Wonpil nodded and muttered something about sharing his height with everyone. Dowoon blushed as he whined childishly.

"Noona," he whined, making you giggle and pinch his cheek gently.

"I'm just teasing, Dowoonie, go ahead and check out the house with Jae and Wonpil." You smiled after him as he ran off with his back, waddling after his hyungs cutely. Shaking your head you turned to Sungjin who had been fondly watching you interact with the youngest, rolling his eyes and smiling stupidly.

"Hey, noona. It's been too long." He said as he leaned down to hug you, a lot more relaxed than the rest of your clique, pulling away and grabbing two bags in each hand. You ruffled his hair and watched him walk off after the others, a smile on your face. Before you could turn around to greet him, arms slipped around your waist, a gentle weight resting against your shoulder with breath fanning against your jaw.

"Jagiya..." Younghyun drawled, trying to act cute. You rolled your eyes but turned around with a smile, facing a pouty fox who looked like he was on the verge of throwing a tantrum.

"Why do you always greet everyone before me? Your boyfriend?"

"Because, dummy." You pushed your finger against his forehead harshly, giggling as you spoke, noticing him going cross-eyed. "They need reassurance of my love more than you do."

"Yah! I also need your attention!" He shouted with a large smile, picking you up at your waist and lifting you up, making you shout to put you down and hit weakly at his shoulders. When he finally set you down you giggled, leaning against him, figurative hearts in your eyes as he leant down to kiss you. You gave him a short peck before telling him to grab his things and come on inside.

"I'm the eldest, I should get a single bed to myself!"

"But I'm the youngest and therefore have maknae privileges!"

You heard a sigh as Jae and Dowoon argued loudly about the last single bed that was available (since you had already snagged the one in the room to the left, courtesy of arriving first).

You went over to the room, leaning against the door frame while overseeing the argument, finding it hilarious how Wonpil so easily ignored them while neatly unpacking his things on the lower bunk.

"Y/N! You tell him that as eldest, I should get the single bed. Right? Tell him!" Jae said over-dramatically, his hands flying all over the place. You grinned mischievously before clearing your throat.

"I'm afraid that Dowoon is right. On page 294 in the Maknae Privilege Code of Conduct, it clearly states that he gets the single bed." You said, speaking with the confidence of a lawyer defending an obviously innocent man. Dowoon walked over happily and Jae looking at you with the face you'd use as the thumbnail for a Top 10 Anime Betrayals video.

"I hate you." Jae said before sulkily throwing his things up on the top bunk, Dowoon side hugging you for a second before smugly going to his single bed.

"Aww," You back hugged Jae, standing on the very tips of your toes to rest your chin as close to his shoulder as possible before saying, "don't be like that, hm? You know I love you, and I have a compromise anyway." Jae perked up at your comment looking less sulky than before.

Dowoon looked utterly terrified, and Wonpil was (figuratively) eating popcorn at the drama playing out in the bedroom.

"Because Dowoon gets the bed, he has to pay for one thing you want."

Dowoon glared at you, appalled, while Jae triumphantly pumped his fist in the air and gave you a light kiss on the cheek. You laughed, waving at the guys still in the room and walking outside to the kitchen to see Brian and Sungjin talking idly about what they'd do for dinner (they'd apparently had lunch on the way here) and what to do to keep everyone busy. You walked over almost silently, leaning up to give Younghyun, who was sitting on one of the counters, a peck on the cheek, looking over at Sungjin with a large smile and suggestive wiggle of the eyebrows.

You reached for the hem of your shirt, beginning to pull it over your head when there was frantic, almost high pitched screaming from the man closest to you, who grabbed your wrists and jumped off the counter to hide you from any prying eyes.

"Yah! What d'you think you're doing?!" Brian shouted heatedly, still a bit shook with the stunt you’d just tried to pull.

You snorted, almost falling over, leaning your forehead against his chest as you laughed silently. "God, you're cute," you muttered, wiping a tear from the corner of your eye and regaining your composure.

Younghyun was looking at you like a lost puppy, pulling at your heart strings. Giggling still, you pulled your short forward and motioned your head downward, Brian looking down, confused. When he saw the fabric of a swim suit, he laughed in disbelief, letting his head rest against your shoulder. "Ah, I'm sorry." You said, running your hand through his hair comfortingly.

"You gave me a heart attack," he mumbled, pulling away.

"Are you two planning on keeping me as a third wheele or can I leave?" Sungjin teased playfully, making the two of you turn around.

"Right, sorry. Anyway, I was thinking we could go down to the beach and you know... Swim?" You chuckled, taking off your shirt to reveal the stretchy fabric of your all gray swimsuit before tying up your hair.

"Sounds fun," Sungjin turned to Wonpil and the others who were sitting in front of the television playing Mario Kart. "If you guys wanna join we'll be down at the beach."

"Okay, hyung. See you guys later!" Dowoon called as he shouted with Wonpil, who had just been pushed off of the track by Jae.

"Ciao!" You shouted as you ran outside, cheeks hurting from smiling so much. Having already swam a bit, you were first in the water, Sungjin eventually joining you before Brian finally got in. Once the water was about waist high you waddled over to Younghyun, who looked kind of uncomfortable.

"What's up? You okay?" You asked as you brushed some hair out of his face, putting your hand over his arm. Brian nodded with a half hearted smile.

"It's just a bit dark, is all. You can't really see anything."

"It's okay, love. You can go on back if you want. We won't be here long, anyway." Brian nodded, kissing you thankfully before he turned and walked back to solid ground. At around about the same time, the three doofuses ran down from the beach house, splashing in the salt water and lunging down as soon as it was deep enough. You laughed, shutting your eyes as water flew at you.

You only stayed in the water for about 30 minutes before you got tired of the boys' seemingly endless energy, going to lay down underneath the tree Brian had set up everyone's towels at. You went and sat next to him quietly, finding a comfortable spot where you could lay down with your face out of the sun while still being able to tan.

You layed down with your head resting more or less next to Brian's side, only your lower half exposed to the sun. You entered a peaceful state of limbo, still aware of everything around you but feeling like you were asleep. You opened an eye, however, when you felt weight being placed on your stomach, looking up to see Younghyun laying against you, eyes closed. You smiled fondly at him, playing with his hair for a second before letting your hand rest on the nape of his neck.

As night fell, everyone got all huddled up inside, dressed in their PJ's, two boxes of pepperoni and mushroom pizzas laying on the coffee table in the living room.

You laughed and shouted along with the guys as they had an intense game of Smash Bros, sitting sandwiched between Dowoon and Brian, nibbling at your pizza while the room went silent. When Wonpil won for the 3rd time this night, you screamed, Brian's soul having seemingly left his body. You were giggling, rubbing his back soothingly with your legs intertwined.

It only took a few more games and a scary movie for you to head on off to bed, yawning once every 2 minutes. Not long after Brian walked into the room, stopping midway toward his bunk bed. "Bri?" You said in a small voice, face hidden in the darkness of the room.

"What's up?" He asked, crouching down beside your bed and running a hand over your hair.

"Can you sleep with me for tonight? I can't fall asleep because of the movie..." You were nervous for his reaction but weren't entirely surprised when he mumbled for you to move up, shifting in next to you and wrapping himself around you.

"I keep telling them..." He said with a sigh, his lips brushing against your shoulder. You sighed contently, putting your hand over his.

"Today was fun though, wasn't it?"

"Yeah, it was. Wait until you see what I have planned for tomorrow." Brian whispered mischievously, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. "Go to sleep, princess. We have a long day ahead of us."

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[kwanisms]

I posted 2,635 times in 2022

That's 1,877 more posts than 2021!

100 posts created (4%)

2,535 posts reblogged (96%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@changbeens

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@jjunis

I tagged 658 of my posts in 2022

#stray kids - 75 posts

#stray kids scenarios - 62 posts

#stray kids imagines - 62 posts

#stray kids smut - 60 posts

#stray kids social media au - 60 posts

#stray kids angst - 60 posts

#hwang hyunjin - 60 posts

#stray kids fluff - 60 posts

#series: hiraeth - 59 posts

#stray kids reactions - 57 posts

Longest Tag: 129 characters

#i cant imagine how stressful and scary it would be to be stranded in a foreign country after your agency cancels your flight home

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

"you can never cross the ocean unless you have the courage to lose sight of the shore"

49 notes - Posted September 6, 2022

#4

Hiraeth Masterlist

➥ 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐚𝐮

summary: Moon Byeoli lives in Busan with her best friend Jamie Park. Their neighbor is Park Sungjin. Growing up, Byeoli has never really believed in the supernatural, always finding a logical explanation for the things that go bump in the night. Her life is about to be thrown out of control when new neighbors move in across the hall. What will happen when Byeoli befriends them and learns that they aren't exactly... human.

pairing: sungjin x oc x hyunjin

warnings: adult language, alcohol consumption, supernatural themes, implied sexual content, see each chapter for further warnings ⚠️

start date: 2022.09.09

end date: tba

updates every friday and saturday @ 7PM CST

a/n: times and dates DO NOT matter!! all photos are taken from pinterest. all photos used for Moon Byeoli are of Nguyen Thanh Thuy from Instagram. she owns all rights to these photos and I am only using them for entertainment purposes.

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chapters

(pw) partially written | (w) written

prologue 01

01: too fast for ya Bobby Boy (pw)

02: can it Bob the Builder

03: calm down Spanish Inquisition

04: hot damn. howdy 🤠

05: just let things be

06: yeah shut up Jackson

07: …IN HELL????

08: please tell Perry I love him

09: SOS COME IN JIMJAMS

10: watermelon sugar BYE

11: had some deer

12: clear intent

13: tiny star

14: is that a challenge??

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49 notes - Posted September 9, 2022

#3

"if you wish to seduce an angel, you must play the part of a devil"

52 notes - Posted September 7, 2022

#2

All You Have to Do is Ask - k.jh

summary: your boyfriend ruined dinner

pairing: female reader x yesung

genres/themes: idolverse, established relationship, smut (minors dni), fluff at the end, yesung's real name is Jong-hoon (for those that don't know)

wc: 1.5k

warnings: explicit language, graphic sex, mentions of alcohol, slight praise kink, some dirty talk, unprotected sex (use protection!), creampie, and I'm including this in the warnings: Yesung is an older idol, so if the idea of having sex with someone near 40 bothers you, don't read this lmao I'm like 9 years younger than him so it doesn't bother me to read or write for older idols

a/n: hi, this is my first SuJu smut so pls be gentle. SUPER JUNIOR IS A 2ND GEN KPOP GROUP AND AS SUCH, THEY ARE THE OLDEST GROUP I'M WRITING FOR. IF THEIR AGES BOTHER YOU, GO SOMEWHERE ELSE LOL I'M ALMOST 30 SO THEY ARENT MUCH OLDER THAN ME AND IF THAT BOTHERS YOU, GET OFF MY BLOG. We don't accept ageism here. this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only. gif isnt mine. I do not allow reposts or translations of my works. All my works are ©️ kwanisms.

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[21:18]

Ruined. That was the only word for it. Dinner was completely ruined and it was all your boyfriend's fault.

He'd gone out immediately after practice to grab a bottle of wine before coming home to your shared apartment. You had told him you were making your favorite pasta for dinner and were excited for him to try it.

What you hadn't expected was him to come home, bottle of wine in hand only to slam the bottle on the counter and jump you the moment his eyes landed on you.

You should have expected it honestly. You knew your black dress was a little short, barely reaching the middle of your thighs and you can only imagine how frustrated he must have been to immediately start attacking your neck in wet kisses, tongue running over your skin as his hands grabbed the material of your dress in his fists before he pulled you from the stove and turned you against the counter to kiss you properly.

It was only a few moments later he had you bent over the same counter, skirt hiked up, panties ripped off and lying in a mangled mess on the hardwood floor. Your boyfriend stood behind you, one hand on your hip, the other holding your dress in a clenched fist as he thrust into you from behind.

You buried your head in your arm, moans tumbling from your lips as you felt the tip of his cock nudge against your sensitive spot. "Fuck," you heard him curse from behind you, voice barely audible of the sound of skin hitting skin filling the kitchen. "Goddamn, baby," he growled.

You glanced over your shoulder, peering back at Yesung, the sight of him losing himself completely sending more heat to your core and your walls clenched around him, spurring him on. You loved when he gave himself over to pleasure entirely.

The way his brow furrowed, the way he bit his bottom lip as he tried to focus on the quality of his thrusts. It was always quality over quantity with him in everything he did. He preferred to do things right rather than how quickly he could do them.

And that extended into sex with you.

Every angled thrust and slow deep roll of his hips made you see stars from beginning to end. He knew your body. He knew every inch of skin, knew how to tease you, how to draw out the most lewd sounds from you, whether it was with his tongue, his fingers, or his cock.

Your head dropped, a slew of moans and causes falling from your lips as you felt your orgasm approaching. Yesung must have felt it in the way your walls convulsed around him as he continued to pound into you, savoring the sight of himself disappearing inside you.

He hadn't planned on fucking you as soon as he got home. The plan was to take a shower while you finished cooking and then join you for a nice home-cooked meal and a glass of wine but when he saw you in that black dress, the short one that barely covered your ass and left your thighs completely exposed, he just couldn't hold back.

Practice had been particularly rough, tensions high amongst him and the other members as they prepared for their comeback. Heechul had been getting on their nerves, making snarky comments from the side whenever someone got the choreography wrong despite him not even dancing with them.

They had ended practice a little earlier than usual because they were all tired, annoyed, and tense. When Yesung had seen your text that you were making him dinner and asked you to pick up a nice bottle of red, he jumped at the chance to finally unwind after the last few days.

He didn't expect that he'd be fucking his frustrations out but you didn't seem to be complaining with how you moaned out his name, his real name, your hands trying to hold onto something to ground yourself against the onslaught of his hips but the smooth surface of the white marble countertops made that entirely impossible, leaving you to the mercy of his grip.

"You did this on purpose, didn't you?" he growled, voice low and husky. You let out a whimper, shaking your head quickly. "N-no," you stammered, your voice shaky. "I swear I d-didn't."

"Why else would you wear something so short?" he asked, giving you a particularly hard thrust, making you cry out. "If not to tease me, then what? Were you expecting someone else to see?" Yesung grunted, ignoring a bead of sweat that rolled down the side of his face. Though he'd cooled off from practice, here he was sweating all over again.

Though he'd much rather be fucking you than stuck in the practice room with eight other men, all as crabby as he was.

"N-no!" you mewled, letting out a gasp when you felt Yesung's hand grab your hair and tug you back, his other hand moving to cup your chin as he leaned over your back. "Did you expect me to bring home the guys?" he murmured in your ear, sending chills down your spine. "N-no, Jong-hoon, I swear," you squeaked out. You heard him hum in your ear, the hand in your hair moving around to the front of your body, pressing against your stomach, pulling you against him as he continued to thrust into you hard and slow.

"So you'd never wear this for any of them?" he asked, holding back a chuckle when you shook your head. "Never. Only f-for you," you whimpered. "You're such a good girl," he cooed, his voice sweet in contrast with the way his hips moved, driving his cock deeper and deeper into your wet cunt.

"Are you gonna be a good little slut and come for me?" he whispered. You nodded quickly. "I'm gonna cum, Hoonie," you moaned, the nickname making him groan as he let go of your chin and wrapped both arms around you, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he hastily chased his high.

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53 notes - Posted November 3, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

genre: smut, fluff, established relationship, bf!Hongjoong

pairing: Hongjoong × (gn) reader

wc: 963 (we short, so sorry)

warnings: smut (minors dni), cockwarming, slight exhibitionism, semi public, adult language, cuddly Woosan and Yungi, and I think that's it lol

a/n: I'm just catering to my friends who are going thru it over Hongjoong 😌 this one's for you @yoonguurt & @leadinglady17 ♥️

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171 notes - Posted November 28, 2022

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[thepixelelf]

5444/2800 word february

[bear with me] “Sungjin, I need you to look at me, okay? Look at me.” You brace both hands atop Sungjin’s shoulders as his brows furrow. “You’re not allowed to freak out.”

“I wasn’t planning on it, but now I’m not so sure,” he says, shrugging your hands off him. “What are you hiding?”

You shake your head frantically, jumping between him and the front door to your shared bungalow, arms splayed. “Technically, it’s not hiding if you haven’t been home yet.

“You’re not helping your case here.”

“Promise me, Sungjin.”

Sighing out, Sungjin sends you an insincere smile. “I promise. Now can I please enter my own house?”

You click your tongue at his clear lie, but you know you can’t exactly stop him, so you move aside.

Only for Sungjin to open the front door to an eight foot tall grizzly bear.

He shuts the door, blinks, and looks at you. Your lips are pursed as you whistle, your eyes avoiding him as he stands there with his hand still on the doorknob. Even when he whispers your name, you don’t look at him.

“Is that…” He takes a second to breathe in and out. “Is that the fucking man-eating bear from the zoo?”

“He’s not a man-eater!” you protest, your arms crossing defiantly. “He was framed!”

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[wingsofkpop]

Day6 Reaction to their S/O Having their Picture as their Lockscreen

Sungjin

This boy honestly feels so honored to be on your background, almost as if you had given him the greatest gift in the world. Sungjin would notice it after your screen lit up with a notification, quickly realizing that you had managed to snap a photo of him mindlessly strumming on his guitar. He’d tease you, but you can tell he absolutely adores it. Something about it would feel so sweet to him, especially knowing that his picture was likely one of the first things you’d see when you wake up.

“Who’s this handsome man on your background? He seems really, really cute... but not as cute as you are, sweetheart...”

Jae

One words: Cocky—Beware if Jae ever catches himself on your lockscreen, because he’ll never let you hear the end of it. After your date at the coffee shop where you just so happened to sneak a quick picture, Jae would immediately start teasing you for capturing him in, what he calls, “boyfriend mode.” He would also be the type to send you pictures of himself, joking that you need to have the best angle of his face. Don’t feel called out though, cause he totally has you on his lockscreen too.

“I can’t blame you, (Y/N). If I had a boyfriend this good-looking, I’d want to look at him all the time too!”

Brian

You won’t get a visible reaction when it comes to Brian, but you better believe he’s gonna feel really, REALLY good knowing you have his picture as your background. One you’d taken at his concert nonetheless. He’d probably see it while you were opening your phone, and while he wouldn’t say anything, he’d be doing somersaults and cartwheels on the inside. Down the line, he’d remember to ‘dress up’ for any events he knew you’d be attending—just to give you the best pictures possible.

“Are you coming to the fan sign tomorrow afternoon, baby?... Why do I ask? No reason, I just wanted to make sure...”

Wonpil

Prepare for this sunshine to go in absolute cahoots. After you took quick a picture of him on an airplane, Wonpil would probably be the one to suggest that you use his picture as your background as a joke. Although once he realizes you did just that, he’d turn into a gushing, cooing mess about how absolutely adorable you are. His other members would probably have to calm him down—given his excitement was likely causing the air turbulence.

“Oh my god! I can’t believe you actually used my photo as your background, (Y/N)-ah! I love it almost as much as I love you!”

Dowoon

Similar to Brian, Dowoon probably won’t give you much of a reaction aside from blushed cheeks and cute smiles. He’d know about your fascination with taking his picture, but not that you’d go as far as to make them memorable as your lockscreen. He’d get so shy honestly, maybe murmur his approval with this bright grin across his face. It’s also highly likely that he’ll sneak a couple photos of you in the future for his background too.

“I-Is that me?... Wow, I-I think that’s really cute, baby... Do you mind if I take a picture of you? For no reason, of course!...”

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[punksungjin]

why won’t you touch me? [park sungjin]

a/n: as a sungjin stan i resonate with him too much on the i-hate-physical-contact area but then again..... i still like some hugs occasionally...... and so this fic was born

summary: it’s cuddle night and sungjin’s girlfriend has been a little too cautious of physical contact.

pairing: park sungjin x reader 

470 words | fluff, boyfriend!sungjin

“Why won’t you touch me?”

Sungjin looks so confused, you want to pat him on the head and put him in your pocket. More than hurt, he looks genuinely puzzled—and maybe rightly so, because you’d been withholding touch from him lately.

“Sungjin—”

“Ah, sorry, I sounded mad,” he murmurs, running a hand through his hair. Sungjin offers you a sheepish smile. “I don’t really mind. I’m just wondering if I, er, did something to make you uncomfortable.”

You shift closer to him. He’s sitting next to you on the couch and slowly, you place your hand on top of his. Gingerly, like he’s an experiment you can’t afford to mess up.

He glances at your hand. His finger, under yours, twitches. “You don’t have to, it’s alright, I was just asking.”

“Sorry, Sungjin,” you say, not taking your hand off his. “I...thought you didn’t like it when I touched you.”

“Me?” He has to draw back and look at you incredulously. “No, I like it—why would you think that?”

You bite the inside of your cheek. Under Sungjin’s intense stare—he doesn’t even have to try, his eyes simply pin you down like that—it’s like you’re being placed under a spotlight. “Um, because I know you don’t really like being touched and I thought maybe you were just putting up with me,” you say. “Sorry.”

“Ah, baby, don’t say sorry...” Sungjin then does something he doesn’t do often: he snakes his arm around you and pulls you closer to his side. “I like you, so I like your touch. Even if I don’t show it.”

You smile at him. “Really?”

“Yes, really,” he says. When you’re this close to him, you can feel his chest rumble as he talks, and it’s a nice feeling. You press a quick kiss to his cheek. He blushes immediately. “That’s—”

“Oh, sorry!” you squeak, trying to scoot away from him to give him a little space. “Was that too much?”

Sungjin, seemingly recovered from the kiss, gives you an amused look. “Y/N, I’m your boyfriend. Kissing me isn’t too much,” he says evenly. “I was going to say that was nice. It’s okay, you don’t have to shy away.”

Aw. You shimmy closer to him, removing all space between the two of you, nearly burying himself into him. You’re grateful he’s allowed you to cuddle him, because his body is just so large and soft it’s like being protected by a big blanket. 

“Then, can I kiss you?” He smiles, and pecks your nose before you can even move, leaving you cross-eyed. Sungjin lets out a boyish giggle. The one you can’t get enough of. "You’re cute when you’re like that.”

“You’re cuter,” you hum, hovering closer. His freckles are like stars across his cheeks. “Kiss me more.”

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[peachdaydream]

Domestic Moments

Jae is grocery shopping, he’s the one pushing the cart with you inside it, going far too fast down the aisles as you laugh then tell him to slow down before he knocks you into a display of cans. His hand is the one that tries to sneak too many snacks into the cart when you’re not looking, it’s only when you notice he’s shoved ten packets of cookies into the cart that you make him put them back and he begrudgingly does so until you relent, teasingly pinching his cheek and calling him a kid before you let him to toss a few packs back into the cart, causing a spark of childish delight to light up in his eyes and smile, his smile forming into the brightest grin you’ve seen when you toss a few of your own snacks in the cart and declare a movie night, though you barely get to finish your sentence before his arms are around you and he’s squeezing you close and you can only laugh when he tells you that you’re the best thing that’s ever come into his life. When you’re back home he’s trying to carry all of the bags all at once, all of the grocery bags hanging off his arms and he’s trying to take on more as you tell him that it is possible to actually take two trips because you’re afraid he’ll hurt himself but he only stubbornly shakes his head and tells you “Two trips are for losers, babe!” and with a playful roll of your eyes you begin to grab as many bags as you can while he watches, shocked that you actually go along with it. He grins when you say “Last one back at the house is the loser!” and take off as fast as you can manage in front of him - which isn’t very fast, it’s more like you’re waddling, to be honest - feeling like your arms are about to drop off due to the amount of bags you had on them. It takes a moment for Jae to start moving because all he’s thinking is Oh God, do I love you…

Sungjin is lazing around in bed for just a few minutes longer during summer mornings, basking in the warmth and the rays of sun that pour into your shared bedroom while you both lie in the soft sheets, entangled with one another, so close that you’re not quite sure when you end and he begins, though you wouldn’t have it any other way. His hands are the ones that stop you from getting out of the comfort of the bed, he draws you close because he doesn’t want your warmth to leave him just yet and though you protest, insisting that you have things to do, you don’t really put up much of a fight against his gentle grip and you allow him to guide you back onto the bed and into his arms, protests dying on your tongue as he tucks you into his chest. His husky and soft spoken words urge you to stay in bed for just a while longer, “Just stay here with me for a while longer, beautiful…” and he knows he wins when you turn to press your face into the crook of his neck with a mumble of “Only ten more minutes, then we’re getting up…”. Ten minutes turn into fifteen and soon becomes twenty as you both lay there, your breath in sync as you treasure the peaceful atmosphere and the warmth the sun brings, wanting to stay in the moment forever and never leave each other’s side. When you finally insist on getting up to make breakfast - which would now be brunch - he’ll reach out to try and draw you into bed again, letting out a playful whine when you dance out of his reach and give him a wink but when you shut the bedroom door he can’t help but smile to himself as he thinks about how lucky he is to have you.

Young K is moving into your first home together, he’s the excitement and slight nervousness that stems from making the place yours and yours alone - your own little sanctuary that you share with the love of your life. His hands are the ones that suddenly sweep you off your feet as he insists that he carries you under the threshold while you laugh and tell him that you aren’t even married, yet you drape your arms around his neck anyways while he grins and carries you into the house, humming the wedding march over your giggling. His laughter is warm as you both try to put together your brand new furniture but end up making more mistakes than you can count and having to tilt the manual this way and that to try and figure out the correct way to put it together. You’ve got the instruction manual in your face as you hold up a piece of the drawers you’re trying to build and Young K looks from the piece in your hand to what he has in his and he laughs then tries once more, realizing he had the wrong part. You work on it for so long that you begin to hand each other the tools they would need without even needing to speak a word, a habit you both found out long ago in your relationship that sometimes freaked the boys out. When you eventually get it right you happily collapse and sprawl out on the living room floor, Young K wraps his arms around you as you tell him that there’re still more things to put together but he only pulls you closer, placing a kiss on your lips before he tells you “Babe, we’ve got all the time in the world, you’re stuck with me now. No turning back.” his tone is teasing but you can see the slight trepidation in his eyes but you don’t allow it to linger as you cuddle into his arms and soothe him “Good, because we’ve gotta put the wardrobe together tomorrow and I can’t do it alone.” and the look he gives you is so filled with love that you think about how much you adore this man.

Wonpil is playing in the rain, he’s the childish innocence and playfulness that brightens and brings life into the dull day but he’s also the unexpected warmth that you find hidden beneath the wet and the cold. His hands are the ones that lead you in a dance in the rain to a tune in his head and you follow, allowing him to take you anywhere to his hearts content and despite being in the pouring rain you couldn’t feel warmer next to your beautiful ray of sun. His hands are also the ones that help ease you into a nice hot bubble bath, his touch is completely innocent when he joins you in the tub and lovingly massages your shoulders. Afterwards, his fingers run through your hair gently as he lathers shampoo into your locks and allows you to wash his hair in return, relaxing completely into your hands as you touch him. His laughter is bright when you dance in the rain, twirling around with no care in the world as you both get soaked to the bone in the freezing cold rain, but you find so much warmth and comfort in each other’s embrace that you can’t bring yourselves to care about the cold and you simply focus on the happiness of the moment, taking the time to store the memory away in your heads to look back in fondly. His voice is also soft when he draws you close in the bathtub, pressing soft kisses to the top of your head as you enjoy your time together in the tranquil atmosphere, only getting out of the tub when the water began to get cold. His gentle hands take you with him and wrap you up warm in a towel, still humming a sweet tune that keeps you delightfully relaxed in his arms - enticing a soft laugh from the man when he feels you completely relax and lean into his hold. “You okay, babe?” He’d ask, only for another soft peal of laughter to escape him when you nuzzle into his chest with a hum, you arms circling him as you cheesily mumble that he was your personal ray of sun.

Dowoon is the pleasure of curling up in a thick fluffy blanket during the cold winter, a cup of cocoa in your hands as you both sit in front of the fireplace, listening to the soft crackle of the flames as the sweet drummer gently tugs you to sit between his legs so he can offer you more warmth and wrap around you as much as possible. His hands are soothing as they gently tap rhythms on the tops of your thighs, sometimes wandering upwards to massage circles into your hips, causing you to completely relax into him, a soft sigh leaving your lips as your eyes flutter shut and you lean your head back onto his shoulder, unable to see the loving smile adorning your beau’s lips as he feels you melt into him. His hands are also the ones who eases your empty cup from your hands when you’re finished with your cocoa, setting it down before you relax so much that you end up accidentally dropping the mug - not that you mind, Hell, you even murmur a soft “Thank you,” before you try to completely melt into him, snuggling ever closer with a content hum. His voice is deep and soft as he murmurs into your ear not daring to speak any louder to maintain the soothing atmosphere that enveloped the two of you, he notices how his voice sends slight shivers down your spine as your subconsciously react to the timbre of his voice and warm breath fanning over your skin. It doesn’t take long for you to fall asleep in his embrace and though you fight to stay awake, the combination of the toasty environment and Dowoon’s quiet, husky words lull you to sleep and the drummer’s heart swells at the sight of your peaceful face, slightly kicking him into protective boyfriend mode as he gently scoops you up into his arms to take you to bed, a smile blooming on his face as you automatically cuddle into his chest when he lifts you up. The only time you’re nudged into consciousness is when he sets you down and you don’t feel his touch anymore and, even then, you don’t manage to wake up properly before he’s laying down and curling around you once more, kissing your forehead with a soft “Goodnight, (Y/N)…Sweet dreams,” as your eyes flutter shut once again.

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78. "There is no way anyone is that innocent" + sungjin? :p kinda sorta obsessed w sungjin w a corruption kink mwahahahahah

plsss omg a corruption kink for him ur so right adlkndflxvj

78. "There is no way anyone is that innocent"

NOTE: I’m not accepting requests rn, these requests were sent during a short window of time that I accepted requests~

"What do they sell there?" You asked your boyfriend, inquiring about a shop near his apartment that you'd heard one of his neighbors talking about.

But Sungjin just chuckled as he unlocked his door, pushing on it with his shoulder, then walking in. "It's um...it's an adult store, babe."

You weren't entirely sure what he meant, so your brow just furrowed as you followed him in. "'Adult store'?"

He dropped his keys on his table and turned to face you, with an expectant expression, but yours was just blank. "Yeah, an adult store?" he repeated. After he realized you weren’t getting it, he decided to just say it outright. "It's a sex shop, Y/N. For porn, toys...that kind of thing."

"Oh."

Well if he had to spell it out for you...

You and Sungjin had done a few things more than kissing, but you were still quite inexperienced at sex and he was guiding you every step of the way.

"There's no way anyone is that innocent," he teased, coming over to you.

"I guess I am," you replied with a somewhat embarrassed blush, letting him cup your cheek and press his lips to yours.

"Seems there's still a lot I have to show you then, huh?"

The blood coursed through your veins even faster, making you gulp at the pounding of your heartbeat. You dropped your hands to the hem of your skirt and lifted it slowly until the crotch of your panties started to show. Chewing on your bottom lip, you responded. "Then why don't you show me? I think I could use a lesson..."

Sungjin wetted his lips as he watched you hold your skirt up, knowing you were only this comfortable with him, and only because he'd taken his time introducing you to each new thing. He loved being the one to do that for and with you, and it stirred something within him to see you acting dirty on your own accord these days. It made him want to toss you onto his bed and go at it until the neighbors complained, but he knew it would be awhile yet until then. Maybe someday...

But until that day, he was enjoying being the one to help usher you into this new sexual world after you’d spent your life out of it.

Sungjin's thumb stroked over your cheek and he gave you his full attention. "Well, first of all, I need you to tell me what you want, exactly."

But you didn't have anything in particular in mind; you wanted to do and feel it all. So you decided to leave it in his hands. "Whatever you want, I want..."

Sungjin just chuckled again, more darkly this time. The images of all the filthy things he's fantasized about doing with you flashed through his mind. Knowing they were on the horizon was turning him on. "That's very sweet. But I guarantee you're not ready for what I want, angel." He stepped closer, his face mere centimeters from yours now, and he let his hand ghost over your torso then slip under your skirt. He cupped you over your panties, making your breath hitch, and dragged his palm over you with a sense a guiding authority. Your hips instinctively rocked against the pressure, chasing the pleasant electricity it brought to your clit. You were much needier than he, chasing after each bit of new pleasure, while he stayed fairly composed. Seeing you like that made him happy though; he liked to see you taking matters into your own hands a bit. You would have never done that before you met him, but as time went on, you started doing it more and more. He brushed his lips against yours and felt your breathing get heavier as you grinded on his strong hand.

"Hmm, does that feel good? You like my fingers?"

You whimpered affirmatively, which made him smile affectionately.

"How would you like them inside you?"

You practically moaned at the idea of having something inside you, your hips stuttering. "Please..."

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[aixy-hpsa]

day6 as oddly specific scenarios

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Jae:

This is it. The moment of truth. Your online girlfriend of two (2) months is finally about to reveal her real name and location. The butterflies fluttering in your stomach threaten to fly out of your belly button as you wait with bated breath for your lover to "spill the deets". You feel the ground beneath you shake when (s)he tells you the exact name and address of your snobby neighbor who vaguely smells like burnt coffee and always moans "valoRANt" at (precisely) 3:12 in the morning. At least it's not a bald, greasy italian gangster texting you from jail, right? Maybe this would be much easier if it was. You block him for good measure when you receive a "we should prolly exchange pics after you tell me abt urself too jsjsjsjs" because, no.

Sungjin:

"It's not love if you don't accept me for who I am!" You don't wait for your dad to respond as you slam the door shut with enough force to rouse the angsty teenagers imprisoned in your closet. The next morning, when you make your way to the dining table with dried tear tracks on your face and crusty snot in your hair, you find a pair of matching condoms with a note that says: "Love, dad. Sorry for the bad initial reaction, I was overwhelmed. I love you and I hope I get to meet her soon." Warmth fills your cold, dead heart. A tear threatens to escape your right eye but you look at the condoms and slowly realise that neither you nor your girlfriend own a magnum-sized penis.

Young K:

It's raining buckets when you rush into the nearest thing willing to provide you a roof. You're pleasantly surprised when every table in the mom-and-pop style diner is packed to the brim except for the seat next to the cute busker you saw on the street earlier. He smiles at you as you sit down and make yourself comfortable. After exchanging pleasantries, you reach forward to shake hands, and that's when it happens. Flashes of colour blind your eyes as it slowly hits you that this "cute" guy was the maid who poisoned you, the crown prince, approximately three lifetimes ago. That bitch. Where was your sword when you needed it the most?

Wonpil:

It's an eerily warm night. You're trying your best to scroll through your instagram feed but the four year-old you're babysitting (for easy money obviously, you're a monster) finally manages to crawl onto your lap after dropkicking the poor phone into a nearly empty popcorn bowl beside you. "I really hope Rebecca doesn't wake up tomorrow", he solemnly declares before planting a slightly wet kiss on your cheek.

Dowoon:

It took three hours to get everyone out of the bank safely. Your firefighter uniform is covered in soot, and you're about to exit the building when you spot a puppy trapped behind a large chunk of debris. You immediately run over to set it free. When you finally exit the building, you're taken aback when peta promises to make you CEO for valuing the dog's life over yours. The happiness doesn't last long though. As soon as the both of you are alone, the dog bites your hand and growls out a "fuck the rich" before running away.

#im so sorry #day6 #day6 x reader #day6 imagines #day6 scenarios #day6 memes #kpop memes #crack #day6 crack #day6 fluff #day6 angst #jae #park jaehyung #jae x reader #sungjin #park sungjin #sungjin x reader #brian #young k #kang younghyun #young k x reader #wonpil #kim wonpil #wonpil x reader #dowoon #yoon dowoon #dowoon x reader #tw fire #dogs tw #<3

[etherealyoungk]

Hey if possible could you do a Day6 imagine when you're talking to a member and they confess they like you, even though you're dating another member?

Thank you 💖

anon 😭 let's bring the heartbreak shall we...

written in sungjin's pov:

i was walking to our meeting place, the place we always met up to catch up with each other, the corner café. i was going to meet y/n. we've been friends for a while now and i've always adored her, taken care of her. we've grown, laughed and made a lot of fun memories together. but i only realized my feelings for her when she started dating someone. i found myself being mad and annoyed and jealous specially and it wasn't until i found myself wishing that she was with me instead of him did my feelings come to light. and i felt so stupid, why didn't i realize earlier?

should i tell her or not? i know she's in a relationship right now but how long am i supposed to keep it in? i also didn't want to ruin our friendship. would she feel weird to still be friends with me after i confess? i've been thinking about this all week and it's been weighing me down. even now, whenever i see her, all i can think of how i wish she was with me - i know it's selfish. i actually had a moment of doubt about whether i should meet her today but i still went because i missed her. i wanted to see her, especially her smile, it just makes my heart flip.

i found her sitting at our usual spot, early as always and she waved to me, with a delighted smile on her face. "hey there", i say, sitting down opposite her.

"i already ordered, the usual right?", she asks and i nod.

we talk for a bit and catch up for a while but after while, i kind of zone out because i'm still contemplating about telling her or not.

"hey? you okay?", she asks.

"yeah", i say with a nervous laugh.

"what's up? there's something on your mind right?", she says, reading my mind.

"no-", but she cuts me off by giving me a look and i shrug.

"fine...it's just that...i know that you're in a relationship but", i start, sighing as i look at her, not sure how to say it to her.

"but what?", she perks up, leaning forward.

"i..i like you y/n, i've liked you for a while now but i was too dumb and only realized my feelings for you when you starting dating him. i wasn't going to tell you first but...", i confess softly. she doesn't say anything.

just then she looks out the window. "it's snowing", she says with a small smile. i turned my head to look out and it was snowing, soft, white flecks falling from the sky. we watched the snow fall together, the white flurry pouring down steadily. i realized at i watched the snow that i didn't feel heavy anymore. i would wait for her answer, whether it was a nice one or not, i'm sure we could come to an understanding

#flashback to the i loved you mv it was so sad omg wonpil looked so sad #day6 #day6 imagines #day6 fanfic #day6 scenarios #day6 fluff #day6 reactions #sungjin x reader #park sungjin #park jaehyung #kang younghyun #kim wonpil #yoon dowoon #day6 even of day #day6 sungjin #day6 jae #day6 youngk #day6 wonpil #day6 dowoon #sungjin #jae #young k #wonpil #dowoon

[yer-cute-when-you-scream]

day6 as boyfriends headcanons?? fluff and smut pls 🥺

A/N: I hope you enjoy this and I’m so sorry it took me so long to finish, I  had bad writer’s block );

Sungjin    

He gives you loving gazes all the time

You could be brushing your teeth and you look over to him

He’s looking at you like you’re his whole world

Oh, that’s right you are his whole world

“What? Do I have something on my face?”

“No, I just love looking at you.”

You have that romance movie cliché type of love

Your friends are jealous of the love you share together

However, he’s wary about PDA, but he will hold your hand in public

Maybe a kiss on the cheek

He just prefers to keep those intimate moments between the two of you

He occasionally serenades you with his guitar

Sometimes, you’ll ask him to play because it helps you fall asleep

He loves looking down to see you all curled up and hugging his pillow

Sex is absolutely amazing

You both praise the hell out of each other

It can get rough sometimes but that’s usually when he’s really stressed

But he always makes sure you’re okay with it beforehand too

He loves morning sex and the peppered kisses that come along with it

He loves the way you look when you’re riding him

It brings him to his knees every time

He will give you whatever you want if you ride him

You were sitting on the couch watching a show when you heard the front door open. You look over and you see Sungjin with his shoulders hanging low, he looks exhausted. He trudges over to you and you motion in front of you, “Sungjin, sit down,” you tell him, he gives a strange look but obliges. You help him take his jacket off and begin to massage his shoulders, working your hands to get the knots out. He lets out a few groans as he closes his eyes and relaxes under your touch. “Baby, why are you doing this?” he asks, curious at your sudden actions. “I knew you were practicing really hard today, I just wanted to help you relax a bit.” Your hands move down his arms, deeply massaging more. He lets his head fall back against your chest, turning his head to kiss your cheek. He wonders how he got so lucky to find someone like you.

 Jae

#1 Supportive Boyfriend

He loves making you happy

You both are always joking around and pranking the others together

He loves it when you wear his clothing

Especially when the first thing he sees in the morning is you in only his shirt

“Babe, you’re drooling.”

He always makes sure you have a few of his shirts and hoodies before he leaves on tour

You will never not have any confidence around this man

He always hypes you up

He doesn’t really care about PDA

He will give you a loving kiss in public like nobody is watching

Silent giggles at night

He’s so playful with you

Being absolute crackheads together

So much kissing in the morning…plus other things

Morning sex is his favorite thing

Most of the time it happens cause all you’re wearing is his shirt

He just lifts the shirt up and slides into you

Loves pleasing you

Always eats you out like you’re his last meal

Such an amazing lover omfg

He wants to watch you come undone beneath him

He’ll definitely overstimulate the hell out of you

You were walking in the park with Jae, laughing at each other's jokes and stories from when you were younger. You looked over and saw an ice cream stand, immediately grabbing his hand and running over there to look at the selection. Before you could even grab your wallet and tell the worker what you wanted, Jae had already ordered your favorite flavor along with his own cone as he took his wallet out. You looked over to him smiling because he remembered your favorite, ”Thank you, Baby. you know I wasn’t expecting you to pay?” you tell him, before giving him a kiss on the cheek. He smiles over to you and nods, ”I know, but I still wanted to pay.” You chuckle then look down at his wallet and see in one of the clear sleeves a polaroid of the both of you. You had taken that picture on your first anniversary; you were both on the couch and he had his arms around you, and he was kissing your cheek. ”You keep that photo of us in your wallet?” you asked after he put his wallet in his pocket,  the both of you grabbing your cones and walking down the path in the park. He quickly pulled his wallet back out and opened it to reveal the picture, he smiled so lovingly as he looked at the picture and remembered that day. ”Yeah, it’s my favorite picture of us.” ”Oh yeah, why’s that?” ”It’s the day I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you,” he softly said, looking over to you. You stopped at his confession, looking up at him and smiling, ”I love you so much, Jae,” you begin as you lean up and kiss him, ”You’re a damn cheesy,” you finish before slightly smearing your cone on his nose. He gasps and begins laughing, ”Oh, you’re so done for!”

 Young K

What a gentleman

He randomly surprises you with flowers at work

He opens your car door for you

Actually, he opens every door for you

Even when you said he didn’t have to

But he just loves to do simple gestures like that

He always makes sure you’re taken care of

Especially when you’re sick

”Baby, I don’t want you to get sick!”

”I don't care, you need to be cared for! Now eat your soup and take your medicine.”

He’s very protective of you

But not in a toxic possessive way

You’re just his baby, you know?

He wants to make sure you don’t get hurt

Another one who’s very playful

Although, not so much in bed

He’s dominant and never lets you top

But jesus, is he so fucking great

He’ll have you crying in pleasure within 2 minutes

And that’s just when he uses his fingers

Don’t be a brat to this man cause oh boy

You’ll get punished with spankings, overstimulation, and orgasm denial

He won’t stop until you’re begging

But if you aren’t a brat

Look forward to praising and getting rewarded with what you want

 Brian had taken you out on a picnic in an area that was very secluded and breathtaking, you laid in his arms, both overlooking the shallow river in front of you. Brian played with your hair as he hummed ’Fly Me to The Moon’ by Frank Sinatra, it was a scene out of a romance movie.  ”The water looks so refreshing,” you stated, glancing up at him. He smiles then gets up and pulls you up with him ”Let’s go see how ’refreshing it is.” You giggle and run to the river with him, the cool water came up to your knees and you smirked at Brian and splashed him, he gives you a shocked look and returns the smirk ”Oh, you're gonna get it.” You both have a splash battle, your laughs erupting into the area around you. It ends with you jumping into his arms, he deeply kisses you then walks back to the picnic blanket and you both lay down with him on top of you. One thing leads to another and you’re both making love as the sunsets and twilight appears, a million stars shining on you both.

Wonpil

Absolutely soft for you

Loves kissing you so much

And just touching you

You have movie nights together 

He can be such a romantic cliche 

But you love it 

He randomly surprises you with flowers 

”I saw them, and I thought of you!”

He has big heart eyes for you

You could be doing a mundane task and he's just leaning on the wall watching you with a smile

Sometimes when you bend over while he's watching

His heart eyes turn to lust 

And depending on whether he's in his dom or sub headspace

He either pushes you over the nearest surface and then fucks you until you're screaming

Or comes up behind you and whines for you to touch him while pressing his bulge against you

If he's in his dom headspace and you want your way

Start softly begging for him and then take his fingers and suck on them

He will give you exactly what you want 

His sub headspace is so sfusud

If you're sitting down, he will get on his knees

Place kisses up your legs and tell you how much he needs you

 You woke up and immediately called the dream you were having; it was a wet dream. The heat between your thighs was unbearable, you look over and see the Wonpil was still asleep, you sighed and decided to not wake him up, assuming he was exhausted after the previous night you had together. You slip your hand under your panties and begin rubbing your clit, your other hand covers your mouth to muffle the sounds trying to escape you. Just as you're about to push two fingers in, Wonpil’s voice fills the room ”What are you doing, Angel?” You halt your movements and widen your eyes, you begin to stutter while trying to find the words, his smirk is devilish as he hovers over you. ”I-I wasn't doing anything- I was j-” ”Don’t act so innocent, you had me pinned underneath you just last night,” He purrs into your ear, you crumble and start roaming your hands his body. ”Baby, I need you so much. Please touch me.” He leans down and places a kiss on your lips before replacing your hand in your panties with his own. 

 Dowoon

Another soft boy

He worships the ground you walk on

Makes sure you know how much he loves you everday

Ngl he is a little awkward at first in your relationship

But when he gets comfortable it’s amazing

You both have so much fun together

He tries to teach you how to play the drums

So patient with you and makes sure you don’t feel bad if you mess up

“Oops, not that one, Baby, you’re gonna hit the crash symbal not the hi-hat symbal. That’s okay though, I did that too when I was first learning! It took me forever to learn this part in this song.”

He’s always holding your hand

Anytime you ask him to help you with something he feels so happy

He loves it when you need him

And he loves it when you need him

When you need him, he feels so powerful and dominant

He’s definitely not a Hard Dom, he is sooo soft

He loves teasing you though

But when he is his usual submissive self

He is so pretty when he begs for you to fuck him

You caught him masturbating once and nearly fell apart when you heard him moaning your name

And you practically caved in when he looked up at you and pleaded for you to touch him

It was 2 A.M when you woke up to a call from Dowoon, he was on tour in a different country and even though it was only one more week until he was home, he was missing you a great deal. You groggily answer the phone, ”Hello?” ”Oh no, did I wake you up?” he asked, sounding a bit upset. You crack a small smile and reassuring him it's okay, besides you didn't have anything to do the next day, why not stay up all night talking to Dowoon? You both talk about each other's day, what was new and how his tour was going. There a small pause in the conversation before Dowoon speaks ”God...The things I would do just to see your face right now.” ”I know, Baby, I miss you so much right now.” ”One more week and then I'm cuddling you until the world ends.” You chuckle at his words, the both of you continue to talk until you end up falling asleep on the phone with him. Before Dowoon hung up, he said ”I love you so much, Baby, I'll see you when I get home.

#day6 headcanons #day6 smut #day6 imagines #day6 park jaehyung #day6 younghyun #day6 jae #day6 imagine #day6 scenarios #day6 sungjin #day6 park sungjin #day6 wonpil #day6 kim wonpil #day6 yoon dowoon #day6 young k #park jaehyung imagines #park jaehyung imagine #park jaehyung scenarios #park jaehyung x reader #young k smut #young k imagines #young k headcanons #young k imagine #park sungjin smut #sungjin imagines #park sungjin imagines #Sungjin headcanons #park sungjin imagine #wonpil imagines #wonpil smut #kim wonpil imagine

[corpseyouoffthedeepend]

I wrote a Jae x Corpse fic on AO3. It was originally a one-shot, but someone asked for more so I added an additional chapter!

If you want to read it, you can find it here:

(also, if you want to follow my Twitter you can! It's LATRAINSxLARAIN.)

#corpse husband #jaehyung park #fanfic #corpse husband x park jaehyung #corpsejae #rarepair #jae park #day6 #among us #corpse x male reader #jae x male reader #secret relationship #valkyrae #disguised toast #sykkuno #park sungjin #kang younghyun #young k #kim wonpil #yoon dowoon #amigops #park bros

[kwanisms]

⤑ genre: supernatural au, incubus!Sungjin, smut ⤑ pairing: incubus!Sungjin x occultist!Reader ⤑ warning: smut, supernatural elements, satanic and occult themes, sexual content, praise kink, slight cumplay at the end, choking kink, facefucking ⤑ summary: Sungjin is an incubus that hasn't seen any action in years. So when Y/N summons him, not thinking the ritual would work, Sungjin is more than willing to play her little game. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on how you look at it, Sungjin doesn't make deals; but that doesn't mean summoning him will be a complete waste of time, right? ⤑ word count: 7.4k

a/n:  there’s a lot of praise and dirty talk in this and Sungjin says kitten a lot but i felt it was fitting for an incubus lmao but anyway, please enjoy this dirty little oneshot!

➭ collab masterlist

When it came to the occult, no one was curious or knowledgeable as you. Well, except maybe the experts but you wouldn't admit that. No, when it came to the occult, you were more than fascinated. You were obsessed.

You had read every book you could get your hands on. Everything from witchcraft to demons to the stars in the sky and how their position affected the human psyche and physical being. You had studied it all.

The one thing you hadn't gotten a hold of was a Grimoire. A witch's black book. What fascinated you the most about this book were the rumors that it was full of spells and rituals of everything to do with healing to human sacrifice and summoning demons.

Most accounts claimed these books didn't exist. Others claimed they did but were not as dark as legends led one to believe. Regardless of its contents, you were determined to get your hands on this book, one way or another.

Lucky for you, your wish came true one night; Hallow's Eve of all nights.

Your day started like any other, getting ready for work, heading out the door as usually, stopping for your usual coffee and getting to the bookshop right on time. Once inside, you grabbed your apron and tied it on, greeting your co-worker, Ayumi. 

Ayumi couldn't have been more opposite from you, dressing in light colors, mainly pastels and white, lots of floral patterns but nothing that screamed grandma's bedding.

You on the other hand wore exclusively ten shades of black.

You were greeted right back by Ayumi's bright smile and bubbly personality as she said good morning. She was in the midst of preparing a cup of coffee as the bookshops only barista. How she did it, you had no idea.

You took your place behind the cash register, starting your day by counting your till and making sure the starting amount was where it needed to be. You shut the till with a slight bang and winced, mouthing an apology to a nearby customer. Once you were open, customers started flocking over to purchase their books.

It was easy work but annoying when customers asked questions that could have been answered simply by using their eyes to look around the shop.

A couple hours passed by before Ayumi's station had calmed down enough that she could strike up a conversation with you.

"Wow," she said as she wiped down the counter with a towel. "I think that's the busiest I've been on a Thursday in a while," she said, a smile on her face.

It was hard not to smile around Ayumi. She just had one of those personalities. "Yeah, you looked like a drowning kitten," you joked. Ayumi giggled and waved her hand.

Anyone else would have been horrified and disturbed to hear your joke but not Ayumi. She knew you and she knew you were joking. Working together for 3 years would do that.

The next couple hours passed without incident, the occasional customer here and there but most of them came in for the coffee and, let's be real, they came in for Ayumi.

It was close to the end of your shift, you were wiping down your computer when Ayumi spoke up. 

"Hey, you work at the museum, right?" she asked. You perked up and turned to her. "Uh, yeah?" you said cautiously, wondering if she was going to ask for free or discounted tickets or something.

Ayumi tucked her towel in the pocket of her apron before resting her elbows on the counter, arms crossed as she gave you a cheeky grin. "You ever see anything… interesting?" she asked. You fixed her with a blank stare.

"Define interesting?" you asked and Ayumi rolled her eyes. "Come on, Y/N," she said, with a slight chuckle. "You know what I mean!" You shrugged your shoulders, looking down.

"I don't know," you replied honestly. "I mean, I guess so?" Ayumi snorted and bounced in place. "Come on, Y/N! Tell me!" she pleaded, using her sugar sweet voice that annoyed you and she knew it annoyed you.

"Oh shush, Ayumi," you retorted, stifling a laugh as she started to whine like a child. "Y/NNNNNN," she begged, drawing out the end of your name. You rolled your eyes and gave in. "Alright, fine!" you groaned and Ayumi immediately squealed with glee and ran around from behind the coffee counter to rush over into your station to listen to your story.

"It's not that weird," you admitted. "But it is weird." Ayumi nodded quickly and fixed her big doe like eyes on you as you started to tell her about the time you worked the closing shift at the museum and swore you were being watched. 

When you finished, Ayumi shivered and smiled, eyes wide with intrigue and glee. "That's so weird!" she whispered. You shook your head and glanced at the clock. "Ok, it's time to go," you said, nodding at the clock.

Ayumi huffed. "I wish you didn't have to leave," she said as she headed back to her station. "I wanna hear more spooky stories." You rolled your eyes again as you untied your apron. “I’ll see you on Monday,” you said as you folded your apron, set up the closed sign on the counter and headed to clock out in the back.

When you came back out the back, Ayumi handed you a cup. “For your walk to the museum,” she added with a sweet smile. You thanked her, taking a sip of the hot beverage before heading out into the cool, crisp night and making your way across town towards the museum.

The walk to the museum was mainly uneventful. You passed people on the streets, everyone of them buzzing with excitement over the holiday. For you, however, Hallow’s Eve wasn’t too exciting. You had long grown out of the dressing up and asking for candy phase so at this point, Halloween was just another day, one you usually had to work including this year.

Upon entering the museum, you checked your phone to make sure you had plenty of time. You did.

You headed through the employees only door to deposit your bag and change into your uniform. It wasn’t much of a uniform. You basically wore a jacket with the word ‘security’ on the back and your name printed in the upper left part of your chest. You grabbed your phone from your coat and slipped it into your pocket before shutting your locker and heading back out to the hallway.

Once out there, you ran into the janitor who smiled politely and nodded as he went about his business. Your boss looked over as you walked toward him and he looked over your appearance. “Well,” he said stiffly. “At least you remembered to wear your jacket this time,” he said. “I also wore tennis shoes,” you added in a deadpan tone. Your boss glanced down at your knee high converse, saying nothing.

“Right,” he said, choosing to ignore what you said in favor of handing over a folder. “Your list of nightly duties has changed,” he said as you opened the folder and flipped through it. “We’ve given you a new set of keys after the last ring… disappeared,” he said, narrowing his eyes at you.

Glancing up at him, you gave him a grimace before going back to the papers. Your boss continued to ramble on as he explained what had changed since your last shift but you couldn’t focus on him. Instead, your attention was drawn toward the loading dock.

Two men were carrying a medium sized wooden crate. Stamped on the side in red ink were the words ‘DANGER’ and ‘DO NOT OPEN WITHOUT SUPERVISION.’ Your eyes widened as you peered around your boss at the curiosity. “Y/N? Are you listening to me?” he asked.

Your attention snapped back to him. “Sorry, sir. Got distracted,” you said, nodding towards the crate. Your boss turned to see the delivery men waving him down. “Oh, you’re here already?” he asked, making his way over. You followed quickly and investigated the crate while your boss signed for it.

“What’s in there?” you asked one of the delivery drivers.” He shrugged. “I don’t know. I just deliver the products,” he admitted with a shrug. With the necessary documents signed, the two men left, leaving the box on a table in the backroom. You turned back towards your boss. “What’s in there?” you asked.

Your boss looked at the crate and then back at you. “Some kind of occult nonsense. The owners were very keen on displaying it for Halloween but it’s late,” he added. You tried to hide your interest, your curiosity was now peaked and you wouldn’t be able to think about anything else for the rest of the night.

Once your boss left, you set about securing the building, checking the unlocked and locked rooms, making sure no one had stayed inside the building. Once your walkthrough had been done, you went to the security room to check the cameras. You saw nothing so you settled down in your chair and pulled out your phone. You had a few notifications from tumblr but you ignored them. That hellsite was dead anyway.

Your phone notification went off, the notification bar showing you had a text from Ayumi. You opened the message to check it. She asked if anything spooky had happened and you rolled your eyes. You replied quickly but jumped when a bang caught you off guard. You looked up to see the janitor giving you a smirk. “Did I scare ya?” he asked. You let out a half-hearted laugh. “Yeah,” you admitted.

The janitor laughed and announced he was heading out and would lock the door behind him. You waved goodbye and turned back to the cameras to watch him leave the building. You were now alone.

The first hour of your shift passed quickly. Nothing to report, so you played a few games on your phone, mostly Among Us and then a coloring app. Another hour into your shift, you ordered pizza for delivery. It took no time to arrive and when your phone buzzed, the screen flashing with a call, you ran for the front door, unlocked it and handed the driver some notes. “Keep the change!” you said you handed it to him.

He thanked you and headed back to his car as lightning flashed overhead. You locked the doors and ran back to the security room to chow down on your pizza and watch videos on your phone. You were really getting into watching a new upload from Markiplier on YouTube when something on one of the cameras caught your eye.

Pausing the video, you glanced up at the screen in question. It was a camera outside the backroom where the wooden crate had been put. You watched a few seconds more before something dark flew past the camera lens, causing you to sit upright in your seat. You set your half eaten slice of pizza down, grabbed your flashlight and phone and headed out into the corridor.

You walked quickly but not too quickly as you shined your flashlight around, the beam falling over the shiny surface of the marble floors and bronze fixtures. You reached the hallway where you had seen the blur and found it empty before heading over to the locked door to the back room and peered in through the glass. The crate sat exactly where it was left. You tried the handle and confirmed the room was indeed locked.

You decided to forego entering the room, chalking it up to your imagination and turned to start the walk back to the security office before your pizza got cold. You had only walked a few steps when a loud crash from behind the door caused you to nearly jump out of your skin. You spun around and gasped when you saw a dark shadow looking at you from inside the room.

Shining your light in the window, the shadow disappeared. Your heart raced as you slowly inched forward. You peered into the room once more and decided you had to check inside now. Pulling the keys from your pocket, you identified the correct key and unlocked the door, turning the knob slowly and pushed open the door.

Inside the room appeared to be empty but you took your time, examining the whole room thoroughly and cautiously. You were certain you had seen someone but now you could see that the room was completely empty and the door you had come in was the only way in and out of the room.

You sighed and shook your head, chalking it up to your imagination as lightning flashed out in the hallway. You headed for the door only to step on something that made a slight clunking sound against the concrete. You lifted your foot and shined the light down to see a crowbar had been somehow thrown from its hanging spot on the wall several feet to where it lay now.

“What the fuck?” you whispered. You bent down and grabbed it, the smooth steel cold against your fingers as you clenched your fist around it. “How did you get all the way over here?” you asked the crowbar, as if it would explain its acrobatics to you just like that.

Shaking your head once more, you turned to hang it back up but stopped when you heard your name being whispered. Not out loud but more like… inside your head. You froze, eyes widening before you slowly turned to check the empty room. Your eyes darted around, looking for some logical explanation, the crowbar still in your hand when your eyes landed on the crate.

You looked at the crowbar in your hand and then back at the crate. ‘What if?’ you asked yourself before shaking your head. “No way,” you whispered, turning to hang up the crowbar. “I would so get fired for that.” You turned from the crowbar now hanging on its hook and moved for the door but stopped again when you heard your name being called from inside your own head. You turned to look at the crate.

Your eyes flitted to the crowbar and back to the wooden crate, the words 'DANGER' staring back at you before you made up your mind. ‘What is one little peek gonna hurt?’ you told yourself walking over to the wall and grabbing the crowbar once again. You walked over to the table, removing your jacket and setting it aside. You inspected the crate closely, running your finger over the wood.

Half expecting a splintered piece to become lodged in your skin, you were surprised by not only the smoothness of the wood but by how new it looked. It looked like a freshly constructed box. Not taking a moment longer to dwell on it, you found a place to shimmy the pry end of the crowbar into and started to loosen the top of the crate. It came up surprisingly easy.

Once the top was removed, you set the crowbar aside and grabbed your flashlight, using it to peer inside the crate to see what oddities lay inside. You were met with a surprising and annoying amount of packing. Pushing this aside, you reached further into the box until your fingers met the edge of something hard. You set the flashlight aside and reached your other hand inside to grab the object and lift it up out of the crate.

It looked to be a book of sorts. You set it on the table and grabbed your flashlight once more, shining the beam over the book. It read ‘Ars Goetia.’ Your eyes widened as you realized just exactly what you were looking at. In all the years of research, you had heard of this book but most accounts believed it to be either lost to the ages or have never existed at all. And yet here it was, in your hands.

You took a step back, breathing heavily. From what you understood, this book was filled with different rituals to summon demons and make pacts with them. You didn’t really believe that one could summon demons or spirits but the idea fascinated you immensely. You stared at the book for a few more seconds before approaching it and opening the cover.

The inside was written in Latin and you thanked yourself mentally for taking courses in Latin when you were in college. You flipped through the pages, eyes scanning over the texts and images before stopping on a page where an image depicted a young woman summoning a demon to make a pact.

You slammed the book shut, grabbed your jacket and put it back on before grabbing the Ars Goetia and tucking it inside your jacket. You headed out of the room, shutting the door and locking it before walking back to the security room. Once inside, you downed the rest of the slice of your pizza, washing it down with some water before logging into the security system.

Outside, thunder crashed and lighting struck while rain pelted the roof and glass windows of the museum. You disabled cameras 5 and 6 which led to an old store room. Once you finished, you grabbed the book and headed back to the back of the museum, using your keys to let yourself into the store room. You set the book on a blank space on the floor and headed over to rummage through the various cabinets and were relieved to find several old candles and surprisingly a set of sidewalk chalk.

You threw off your jacket and opened the book to the page you had seen earlier, you worked quickly and diligently, drawing the same ritual circle the woman in the book was using. Once you were satisfied with your handiwork, you set the candles around the circle and searched for some matches, luckily you found some in a drawer and struck it to light the candles.

Once they were all lit, you blew the match out before setting it aside. You read the footnotes of the page and set the book in the center of the circle. You read the incantation several times to yourself to make sure you had it correctly before you started speaking.

You weren’t sure exactly why you were trying this. Maybe the mood of the day as well as the storm setting in around the city might be fueling your curiosity. You started the chant, sitting at the side of the circle, facing the book as you held your hands out to the sides, palms up.

You felt a gust of wind hit you, the flames on the candles dancing quickly. Your words faltered you as you looked around. There was no way a breeze could be in the room. The windows were shut as was the door. You decided to ignore it and continued the ritual.

“Demon, I summon you,” you said loudly when you finished the incantation. Another gust of wind hit you, extinguishing the candles. You scrambled for the flashlight, turning it on and starting to look around the room, your heart racing. You tried to hold the light steady as you examined the room but saw nothing. You let out a sigh, starting to calm down when there was a loud boom outside and an electrical buzz. You let out a shriek, quickly getting to your feet and making your way to the door to try the light switch.

Nothing.

The power was out. You grabbed your jacket and opened the door to the hall. It was pouring outside, lightning flashing every few seconds, accompanied by loud claps of thunder. You stepped out into the hall, pulling your jacket on as you headed for the security room.

Peering in, you were relieved to see that the cameras were on backups. You were about to sit down when you remembered you had left the book in the store room. You hurried back to the room and opened the door, shining your flashlight in. You walked over to the circle but found that the book was not in the center anymore. “What the-?” you whispered as you looked around. You searched between stacks of boxes and on shelves, wondering where the book was when you finally found it.

It was in the back corner, through the maze of boxes and supplies. You sighed and reached down to pick it up. “How did you get all the way over here?” you wondered aloud. You were dusting off the tome when you were aware of another presence in the room. You turned slowly to look behind you where you saw a shadow standing in the corner opposite you.

You gasped, dropping the book to the floor and backed against the wall as the shadow took a step forward. “W-what do you want?” you whimpered. The shadow didn’t move. Suddenly, glowing red eyes appeared and you felt your blood run cold. ‘No,’ you thought. ‘It can’t be.’

“Don’t make me call the cops, buddy,” you warned, pulling your phone out of your pocket. The shadow took another step forward. “I’ll do it!” you yelled, unlocking your phone and getting ready to call the police when a voice spoke. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” it said.

You looked up from your phone at the shadow. With the tiny amount of light from your phone screen you could see more features to the shadow. It was tall. Impossibly tall, almost 6 and half feet. It had what seemed to be massive horns protruding from its skull and curling backwards against its head. You watched as it shifted and heard the sound of hooves against the concrete.

‘This can’t be real,’ you told yourself. The shadow figure tilted its head, looking at you quizzically. "Oh but it is real,” it replied. You gasped. “You can read my thoughts?” you whispered. The shadow figure nodded. “I can do so much more than that, Y/N,” it replied. Your eyes widened. “How do you know my name?” you asked, your voice barely audible over the rain outside.

“I know a great many things, little one,” the figure replied. “I know everything about you; your thoughts, your fears, your… desires,” it added. You stared at the figure, unable to move. “W-what do you want?” you stammered. The shadow figure chuckled in response. “I think a more accurate question is, what do you want?” he asked. You shook your head. “What do you mean?” you asked.

The shadow figure advanced another step. “Let’s not play this game, girl,” it said in a gruff voice. “You summoned me.” You looked down at the book and back up at the figure. “You’re a demon?” you asked incredulously. “Bingo,” the figure replied. 

It all made sense to you now. The shadowy presence, the glowing red eyes, the horns, and the hooves. It really was a demon. A demon you had managed to summon. You looked down at the book. What did you want? All you really were doing was playing around with the book. You never thought in a million years that you would actually succeed in summoning a demon.

“I-” you choked out. The demon seemed to know what you were going to say. “You didn’t actually believe you could summon me, did you?” he asked. You nodded. “I didn’t think it was real,” you admitted. The demon chortled. “That explains it,” he said. “You don’t even know what kind of demon I am,” he stated. You shook your head. “No, what kind of demon are you?” you asked.

The figure moved forward and as it stepped into the light coming in through the window, it morphed, changing from a shadowy figure to a man. He was a tall man, nicely filled out with average shoulders. His body was neither too thick nor too thin. He sported a buzz cut and notched eyebrows that on the surface make him seem rough and sort of edgy but his eyes were something else.

While flashing glowing red for a moment, they shifted into a dark brown and they were surprisingly kind. Perhaps deceivingly kind but kind nonetheless. “I’m an incubus,” the demon replied, stopping a few feet from where you stood. You took a moment to look over him further and saw he was wearing a tailored blue suit with a black turtleneck underneath and a simple silver chain.

“W-what’s an incubus?” you asked, your voice shaking. The demon noticed this and his smile widened. “You really don’t know?” he asked, his head tilting to the side. “Did you not read the page you used to summon me?” he added, raising an eyebrow. You shook your head. “Not really,” you admitted.

The demon stared at you, his eyes now wide with concern. “So you just decided to pick a random page and read what was on it?” You shook your head. “No, I didn’t think-” you began but he interrupted you. “You didn’t think it would work, right.” The demon took a step forward.

“Well, shall I tell you what an incubus is?” he inquired, taking another step forward and stopping just before you. Cowering against the wall, you could feel his breath on your face as he looked at you, studying your eyes and expression. “Or,” he added, the corner of his mouth pulling up into a smirk.

“I could just show you?” he suggested. Your heart was hammering in your chest again. “S-show me? How would you show me?” you wondered aloud. The demon’s smirk grew as he leaned in close, his nose inches from yours. “Well first,” he stated. “Let’s set some ground rules.”

He backed away and started pacing slowly in front of you, fixing you with a stare that indicated that he was a predator and you were the prey. “I’m not like other demons,” he started. “I don’t make deals,” he added. “Wait,” you said, stopping him. You bent down to pick up the grimoire and flipped to the page you had been reading from and held it out to show him.

“Is she not making a deal?” you asked. The demon looked down at the paper and snorted. “No,” he remarked. “She’s begging,” he added before continuing. “Begging,” you whispered, looking down at the page. “For what?” you added in an undertone. “May I finish?” the demon requested. You nodded, shutting the book and standing still to listen.

“As I said, I don’t make deals. I don’t have some grand scheme. I don’t want your soul or the blood of your firstborn and I certainly don’t want your firstborn either. Children are nasty and I would rather have a thousand years of punishment in Hell than 18 years of looking after a child. You don’t have children, right?” the demon asked, stopping to look at you to which you shook your head.

“Excellent,” he answered, continuing to pace. “So,” you started before he could speak again. “If you don’t want my soul, what exactly do you want?” you asked, almost dreading the answer. The demon smiled at you and shrugged. “A good time,” he responded. You stared at him, confusion written on your face. “A good time?” you repeated. He nodded. “A good time,” he confirmed.

“And what does that entail?” you inquired. The demon advanced once more on you, reaching up to place his hands against the wall, caging you in between his arms. “You,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “M-me?” you stammered. He nodded. “Just you.”

“And what do you want with me?” you asked, eyelids fluttering as you raised your gaze to meet his. The demon smiled at you, leaning in just a little closer. “I think you know,” he said, his lips grazing your cheekbone. Your heart was beating incredibly fast and your breathing was coming out in pants. “I-I don’t know what you mean,” you mumbled, stumbling over your words.

“Oh, kitten,” the demon breathed. “Don’t play coy with me.” You felt his hand moved, his fingers skimming down your arm and tucking underneath the jacket to grab your waist, pulling you closer as his lips moved along your jawline. “W-what are you… I-I…” your words failed you as you tried to form a coherent sentence. “What was that, kitty?” the demon asked, his voice filled with amusement.

“I don’t think I can do this,” you whimpered, trying to ignore the way the demon’s knee nudged your thighs apart and how his thigh was now pressed against you. “If you can’t,” he said, his breath hot against your skin. “Then I won’t force you,” he added. “But, I won’t be able to go away until you do.”

You moaned as his thigh pressed harder against you. “What’s your name?” you blurted out. The demon chuckled before giving you an answer. “Sungjin.”

“Sungjin?” you repeated, only to be answered by a hum against your neck. “You better make this worth my while,” you warned as his lips moved up your neck to your jaw before he pulled back. “Oh trust me, kitten,” he purred. “I’ll make you beg for more. By the time I’m done with you, you won’t want me to leave.”

A squeal left your lips as Sungjin reached down and lifted you, moving to the closest flat surface before catching your lips in a hurried kiss. You weren’t sure where to move your hands so you settled for gripping the lapels of his suit jacket as he pushed your jacket off you. You slid your arms free of the jacket without breaking the kiss and Sungjin tossed the garment away.

You moaned against his lips as his hands grabbed your thighs, pulling your core against him. “I haven’t even started,” he teased before pushing your skirt up to reveal the short black shorts you wore underneath. “Making me work for it, huh kitten?” he asked. You giggled as he tugged at and pulled the shorts down, tossing them on the ground.

You watched as he eyed you, hunger in his eyes before he looked up, licking his lips. “Lie back,” he ordered. You did as he said, lying back on the old desk he had set you on. Your cheeks flushed as Sungjin pulled you panties down your thighs slowly, maintaining eye contact the entire time before he pulled them past your shoes and tucked them into his pocket.

With your lower half now exposed to him, he wasted no time in leaning over, spreading your thighs and giving you one final look before he buried his face between your legs. You gasped as his tongue flashed out to taste you, one lick before giving you another and another. You tried to contain your moans as the demon licked and sucked at your clit, groaning at the way you tasted.

The sounds were so lewd and felt like something straight out of a porn video but at the same time, it turned you on more to know he was enjoying this as much as you were. You weren’t sure where to put your hands so you settled for gripping the edge of the desk to hold yourself in place as Sungjin continued to taste you, his tongue dipping past your folds and finding your entrance only for a moment before he pulled back. You whined at the loss of contact and propped yourself up to watch as he wiped his mouth on the back of his hand.

He fixed you with a dazed stare as his hands moved to undo his belt and the zipper of his pants. He didn’t have to say anything, you knew what he wanted. You sat up slowly and slid from the desk, kneeling in front of him as he freed his length from the confines of his pants.

To say you were shocked at the size would be an understatement. You weren’t prepared for just how big his cock was as it stood before you. Not wanting to be rude, you cautiously took it in your hand, marveling at the weight it had. It would be a task taking all of this inside you but you were determined. If he wanted to have a good time, you would show him that.

Glancing up at him quickly, you opened your mouth and gave the head a short kitten lick, tasting the precum that was gathering at the tip. It was surprisingly sweet, perhaps that was a demon thing? You licked again, this time swirling your tongue around the tip. With your lips parted, you took the head of his cock in your mouth, feeling the fullness immediately as your lips stretched around him.

The demon said, nothing, only watched as you slowly bobbed your head, taking as much of him as your mouth would allow you. Using your saliva as lubricant, you started stroking the part of him you couldn’t fit in your mouth, meeting your hand with your lips as you tried to take more of him in your mouth. You looked up at Sungjin, expecting some sort of reaction from him but noticing nothing.

Trying not to get discouraged, you pulled his cock out of your mouth, stroking the entire length before taking him in your mouth again. This time, he reacted. His hands moved, fingers locking in your hair as he held your head still. “Relax your jaw,” he ordered. You did so, relaxing your jaw as much as possible. 

“Stay just like that,” he breathed and slowly pulled back to thrust into your mouth. You gagged as the head of his dick hit the back of your throat. He pulled you off him, allowing you to cough and regain your composure. Again, he held your head in place as he guided himself in your mouth, thrusting a little slower and gentler than before. A soft moan escaped his throat.

“Good girl,” he panted, slowly speeding up, attempting to push further into your mouth. You tried to hold back your gags but couldn’t when he hit the back of your throat again. This time, he didn’t pull you off, instead, he continued, thrusting into your mouth. You put your hands on his thighs, bracing yourself as saliva spilled down your chin and onto the floor.

“Just like that,” the demon said softly, his grip in your hair tightening as he forced more of his cock past your lips. You gagged again but he ignored it, pushing further still with each thrust until the tip of his cock pushed past your uvula and into your throat, effectively cutting off your air supply. Your lungs started to burn from lack of oxygen and you started to tap his thigh to get his attention. Sungjin gave a few more thrusts into your throat before pulling you off him and letting go of your hair.

You gasped and coughed, trying to breath normally. “You’re going to kill me,” you accused, looking up to see the demon was removing layers of his clothing. You gulped, ignoring the pain in your throat and watched as he tossed his coat aside before removing his shirt, allowing you to see his toned chest and arms. Something you weren’t expecting.

The demon walked over and held out a hand. You took it cautiously and were surprised when he helped you to your feet. “What are you doing?” you asked as he turned you around to face the desk and reached for the zipper on your dress. He pushed the material down past your hips, letting it fall to the floor before pushing his own pants down and discarding them.

Before you could say anything, he pushed you over, pressing your chest to the cold top of the desk and kept his hand on your back as he took himself in his hand and rubbed the head of his cock between your folds. “You might want to hold onto something,” he warned. Your hands fumbled, grabbing onto the desk as the demon pushed past your folds and into your core.

The stretch stung and burned with you letting out a slew of curses to which Sungjin chuckled as he slowly inched his way in bit by bit. He gave you a few moments in between to adjust before moving again. After a few minutes, he was in as far as he could go. “How does it feel?” he asked, leaning over your back. “Fucking huge,” you whimpered, almost in tears as you waited for the pain and burning to subside. Sungjin laughed lowly, taking that as a compliment.

“Now you know how big a demon cock is,” he added, his hand smoothing over your backside before he delivered a sharp slap to your ass cheek. You let out a whine, fingers clenching the edge of the desk. Your core clenched when he gave you another spank. “Someone’s enjoying this,” he said darkly.

He continued, giving each cheek a total of five slaps, smoothing his hand over the reddening skin in between each spanking. “Please,” you begged, tears filling your eyes. He had been sheathed inside you for nearly ten minutes now without moving and your body needed release. “Please what?” Sungjin asked, leaning over your back. “Please move,” you replied.

“That’s not good enough, kitten,” he murmured. “Maybe I should give you a few more spanks until you know how to use your words,” he suggested, his hand returning to your sore backside. “No, no please!” you begged. “Please, no more!” Sungjin squeezed a handful of your ass, giving it a shake before he released it. 

“Then what do you want, kitten?” he asked, politely as if his dick wasn’t six inches deep in your cunt. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment as you found it hard to say the words that would give you want you wanted. “Ten more spanks it is,” Sungjin said, raising his hand over his head. “No, please!” you whimpered, moving your hand to block his. Sungjin reached down and grabbed your hand then grabbed the other and held your wrists together while he raised his hand.

“I gave you plenty of opportunity to speak, to ask for what you wanted. Until you learn to use your words, we’re going to sit here and I’m going to punish you,” he said. His hand made contact with your ass and you let out a scream, sobbing as he rubbed his hand soothingly over the spot. Leaning over he pressed his lips to your shoulder. “Just nine more, kitten, I know you can take it. Tell me you can take it,” he whispered. You nodded, tears streaming from your eyes and drool falling onto the desktop.

“I c-can take it,” you whimpered. “I p-promise.” Sungjin smiled, standing up to give you the rest of your punishment. “That’s my good girl,” he said. Nine more strikes were given, your ass was more than just red now it was extremely sore and your walls were tight around Sungjin’s cock.

“Now,” he said, rubbing both hands over your swollen backside. “What do you want, kitty cat? Tell me,” he added. “Please,” you breathed, nose running from crying. “Please what?” Sungjin asked. “Please fuck me,” you replied, hoping it would be exactly what he needed to hear to give you what you wanted.

“Of course,” Sungjin said, his hands moving to grip your hips. “What my kitten wants, my kitten gets,” he added. You let out a sigh of relief when you felt him pull back before thrusting back into you sharply. You gasped as he repeated this, controlling his movements very well and giving precise thrusts, just enough to give you friction but not enough to bring you closer to orgasm.

“Please, Sungjin,” you moaned as he slid into you with ease. “Yes?” he asked. “Harder,” you murmured. “As you wish, baby,” he said, thrusting harder into you, the lewd sounds of his movements filling the store room along with the sound of skin hitting skin.

Small grunts left his lips as mewls and soft cries of pleasure left yours with each thrust of his hips. “Oh, you feel so good,” Sungjin panted, one of his hands moving to press down on your lower back. His thrust took a sharper turn as he pounded into you repeatedly. You let out a shrill cry with each thrust and Sungjin leaned over, reaching around you to grab your throat.

“You sound so good like that,” he whispered in your ear. “So subservient and submissive for me.” You let out a choked sob as the pleasure overwhelmed you. “Are you gonna come for me, good girl?” he asked. You nodded, unable to speak. “Of course you are,” he said, his breath fanning over your cheek. “You’re gonna come for me and then I’m gonna come. Where would you like me to come?” he asked.

You shook your head, still unable to speak. “Tell me where you want me to come, pretty girl,” he said, his hand releasing your throat. “I d-don’t,” you squeaked. “You don’t care?” he finished your sentence. You nodded. “So I get to pick?” he asked. You nodded again, a deep moan leaving your lips as you teetered on the edge of your orgasm. “So many choices,” the demon said.

“I could paint a picture all over your back,” he stated standing up straight to run his hands over your back. “Or I could turn you around and come all over that pretty face of yours, maybe force my cum down your throat,” he murmured. A particularly hard snap of his hips was all it took for you to come undone, screaming his name as your body shook, your orgasm taking hold of you.

“But I think I just want to fill you up,” he admitted. “Want to stain your cunt with white,” he grunted as he took your hips and thrust harder into you, chasing his own high. “Do you want that, baby?” he asked. “Want me to fill you up until it spills out of you and leaves a mess all over the floor?” You nodded quickly as your second orgasm approached rapidly.

“Then that’s what I’ll do,” Sungjin said, ramming into you from behind, the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room along with your cries as a second high hit you. Not long after, a third orgasm took over your body, your walls convulsing and spasming. The tightening around his cock is what drove Sungjin to explode, coming inside you with a loud groan as he filled you up.

You were surprised by the amount of cum that managed to fill you. A dull ache in your lower abdomen as the demon continued to pump his load inside you. “It’s too much,” you whimpered, unable to take the feeling anymore. “It’s okay,” Sungjin said, smoothing his hands over your backside. “You can take it,” he added. “You’re such a good girl. Only good girls take the whole load. Bad girls back out,” you let out a moan as Sungjin used his still hard cock to fuck his cum into you.

“You want to be a good girl, right?” he asked sweetly. You nodded. “Yes,” you whimpered. “Then you have to take all of it,” he replied. “You understand, kitten?” he asked. You nodded. “I understand,” you answered. “I have to take all of it.” Sungjin leaned over, his hand stroking your head. “That’s my good girl,” he added as your eyelids started to grow heavy.

You found it harder and harder to keep them open and before you could say anything, you were out.

You woke with a start, sitting up in your bed and looked around the room. ‘What the?’ you wondered. Grabbing your phone, you checked the time. It was 5 30 in the morning, November 1st. ‘It was all just a dream,’ you told yourself. ‘None of that happened.’ You laughed to yourself and pulled back your sheets, getting out of bed and going into your bathroom to relieve yourself.

As you exited the bathroom and headed into the living room, something caught your eye. A large black book sitting on the coffee table. You inched closed and realized with wide eyes what it was.

Sitting on your coffee table was the Ars Goetia with a little note that said ‘thanks for the fuck, kitten. Hit me up again if you want another go! XO SJ.’

‘It wasn’t a dream at all!’

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Really Really

Genre: fluff

Pairing: Reader & Park Sungjin (Day6)

Words: 587

Note: Let me know if you like short blurbs or long fics more!

Sungjin rethinks what it’s like to like.

•••

Sungjin doesn’t like skinship.

But…

He thinks he likes it when you’re watching a movie on the couch, you leaning back on one arm and him on the other, and you high five despite the distance after guessing a plot twist. And maybe when you’re both in the kitchen making something, like dinner or pie, and he’s concentrating on whatever his current task is, you pass behind him and whisper a little “walking behind,” just so you don’t startle him if you accidentally touch — he might like that, too. He likes it when you’re both out for lunch with a group of friends, and you always make crazy hand gestures to get his attention instead of touching him because he complained about it once — not you specifically, but still.

So he’s a bit torn.

How come, even after experiencing it once or twice, Sungjin doesn’t crave your embrace? Why does he cringe at the thought of holding your hand? When the world becomes too much and you stow away in his bed for the night, why does he not feel the urge to get closer?

“Walking behind,” you announce quietly behind him, passing by in a flash.

He’s chopping carrots on a cutting board, one he realises too late is too small for what he needs. It was your idea to make curry; apparently you remembered Sungjin craving curry bread this morning. You’re at his apartment for the third time this week, not that he’s complaining, but it’s the first time in a while that you’ve cooked together.

“Am I weird?” Sungjin finally asks once you’re both seated and eating.

You don’t look up from your food to answer. “Sure,” you shrug, “everyone’s a bit weird. Why do you ask?”

“I don’t know… don’t you think it’s strange that I don’t like skinship? The guys make fun of me for it all the time.”

Facing him this time, you tilt your head to the side in thought. “But we all like what we like — you don’t really get to choose.” You scoop some rice into your mouth. “Don’t you make fun of Dowoon for not liking cilantro?”

“That’s different.”

“I don’t think it is.” There’s curry on your lips, so you lick it off. “Dowoon doesn’t like cilantro and you don’t like skinship, it’s as easy as that.”

Sungjin doesn’t agree with you at all.

“What if…” He shouldn’t ask, but he’s going to. “What if I start liking someone, but I still don’t like skinship? Isn’t that, like, rude?”

You smile. It’s a tired, sympathetic smile, and it makes Sungjin wish you never have to worry about him again, but he knows he can’t make that come true — you worry about him all the time. “Sungjin, we’ve been friends for years, in fact, I’d argue that we’re best friends. You like me.”

(Sungjin nearly chokes on cooked carrot)

“But I still feel bad after instinctively hugging you, or accidentally falling asleep on your shoulder when we go on the bus. It’s not rude, it’s what you’re comfortable — or not comfortable — with. Because even though you don’t like to pinch my cheeks or ruffle my hair, I still know that you like spending time with me.”

“Really?” His curry is getting cold, but Sungjin’s forgotten all about it.

“Really.”

Your hand shifts on the table, just within grabbing distance, but Sungjin makes no move to do so.

Sungjin doesn’t like skinship, but… he likes you. And he thinks maybe that’s okay.

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