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jae-bummer · 10 months

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My Idol 3: Part Four

My Idol From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

My Idol is a South Korean competitive reality dating game show. It currently airs on Saturday nights on Jae-bummer’s blog. First broadcast in 2016, the show offers the opportunity for a lucky fan to go on seven blind dates with seven idols. The idol plans the date with the show throwing in a specific mission to complete during the day. At the end of the initial dates, the show opens up an audience vote to decide what four idols will move on to the second date.

My Idol 3: The Series

You smiled shyly at the man who was now seated next to you at a small, cloth covered table. Catching you looking at him, he quickly smiled in return before you lost your nerve and looked away.

"What?" he whispered, knocking his shoulder lightly into yours. "I like the attention."

Slowly exhaling you looked at him again. It was honestly like trying to keep eye contact with the sun. When you were with Jungkook, things had fit. He felt familiar to you, even though you had no prior run-ins with him. This person, Hongseok (of Pentagon, you had learned), made you nervous.

Jokes about serial killers aside, he gave you one of the heaviest cases of butterflies you thought you had ever had. Your stomach whirled in circles, trying to adjust to the feeling of constantly falling. He didn't quite click, but in this case, it made things more exciting. He seemed the type to put off a playful and witty exterior, only to treasure things when no one was looking. He wanted to be confident with you, but you were almost positive that he was mentally stamping every moment into a scrapbook that he could look back on. You were surprised he hadn't brought his phone out again.

"Do you?" you finally managed to respond. "Maybe I shouldn't give it then."

"Whyyy," he whined, a small line appearing between his brows. "I like it when you look at me."

"I think you like it when anyone looks at you," you teased.

"A little appreciation never hurt," he grinned. Leaning toward you again, his lips tickled the shell of your ear. "You should let me appreciate you too."

Your mouth popped open while it waited for your mind to manufacture some response. Leaning away again, Hongseok's eyes danced with mischief. Just as you were attempting to make any sound, a shop worker sat down across from the two of you.

"Hello sir," Hongseok nodded politely. "We're here for-"

Stopping his sentence completely, you peeled your eyes from him to focus on the newcomer. Cringing, you looked back to Hongseok. "It's everyone's favorite part of My Idol."

"If by "everyone," you mean Jeon Jungkook and Jeon Jungkook alone, then yes, I'm sure it's everyone's favorite," he laughed.

"Hey," you gasped, naturally protective of your first date. "At least it's more fun when someone is happy to participate."

Hongseok's eyebrows shot up as he smirked, amused he had hit a nerve. "I'm more than happy to participate, but let's correct the rest of it. You," he tapped your shoulder lightly. "Are my favorite part of My Idol."

"Nice save," you laughed nervously, facing the shop worker again. You hadn't realized a harmless joke would illicit that reaction from you, but you made a mental note to put some space between you and the memories of your first date. While Jungkook was easily at the top of your mind, you couldn't let it effect you as you moved forward.

Taking the envelope carefully from the older man who was now smiling sadly at you, you couldn't help but let out a sigh.

"Not so enthusiastic now, are you?" Hongseok poked.

Immediately handing the envelope to him instead, you looked up with furrowed brows. "Yeah, I don't look forward to this part at all."

Taking it from you, he nodded. Any further wisecracks had died on his lips as he noticed how uncomfortable you were. "I'll do the dirty work then."

Sliding a long finger beneath the envelope's seal, he chewed on his plush bottom lip as he slid out the card stock.

"Make a match: Guess your date's ring size in just one try or face a penalty. "

"One try!" you groaned, rearing around to the producers. "That's impossible."

"That's the point," one of the PD's laughed. You remained stoic, obviously not in on his idea of a joke.

"It'll be fine," Hongseok chimed, directing your attention back towards him. "You know how much jewelry I have pulled on and off every day? We can figure it out!"

Looking from his hands to yours, you shook your head. "Can't you just hint to what yours is? Like a number between 13 and 15 perhaps?"

(**Note: Korean ring sizes are different from US/UK/EU)

"No assisting," one of the PD's responded quickly.

"Well, that wasn't on the card, now was it?" Hongseok chided, looking down his nose at the production crew. You felt an instant smile paint your lips.

"We will check using our ring sizer," the shop worker said helpfully, holding up a key ring that held what appeared to be two dozen small circles.

"Okay," Hongseok hesitated, wiping his palms on his shorts before extending his hand. "Come here."

Scooting more closely to him, you placed your fingers in his, allowing him to maneuver your palm around until it was ridiculously close to his face. "Interesting," he hummed.

"What is?" you asked, looking around your intertwined hands.

"Your skin is very soft," he asserted, his tone contemplative. "And even your fingers are adorable."

"Hongseok!" you laughed, trying to pull yourself from him. This only caused him to smile and hold on more tightly.

"Y/N!" he gasped in a tone similar to yours. Swiveling your hand again, he gave a small nod. "17."

You looked closely at your own hand before narrowing your eyes at him. Admittedly you hadn't sized yourself in awhile, but his guess didn't seem out of the realm of possibility.

Holding up his hand expectantly, Hongseok smiled. "Your turn."

Nodding, you asked him to spread his fingers apart. He happily obliged, continuing to watch you as you were lost in thought.

"Maybe," he said quietly. "It would help if you held my hand."

"Oh, would it?" you laughed.

"I think so," he encouraged, his tone trying to be convincing. "You never know what kind of idea it could spark."

"Fine," you smirked, choosing to humor him. Sliding your fingers between his, you examined them. They were long and thin, much like him. You knew the ring would have to be bigger than where it would naturally sit on his finger, considering it would have to go over his knuckles. Tilting your joined hands back and forth, you wracked your brain for the possible answer.

"We're talking just the ring finger here, right?" you asked, looking over your shoulder at the producers. You weren't going to be caught on a technicality.

A smattering of "yes" and "mmm," answered your question begrudgingly.

"16," you nodded not so confidently.

Hongseok instantly smiled, his face beaming with pride. You knew you had to have gotten it.

Smiling back, your heart tugged again. You didn't realize it at the time, but his jokes and flirting helped you not to think too deeply into what you were trying to do. Sure, Hongseok didn't have the most robust sense of humor you had ever encountered, but he had unlocked the small ways to make you laugh.

"Let's check," he said cheerfully. Picking the key ring up first, he sorted through the options until he found the one marked as 17.

Extending your hand in his direction once again, he looked at you meaningfully. "Do you promise to love and cherish, through sickness and in health-"

You groaned, flopping your head backwards. "Hongseok, please."

"Okay, okay," he laughed, sliding the size 17 easily down your finger. "There! Happy?"

You looked down in shock. Glancing to the producers who were now shaking their heads, you could only grin. "Yeah, actually, I am."

Trying the sizer on Hongseok's hand went much the same, sans the cringe attempt at wedding vows. You felt like you were floating, absolutely drunk with joy. My Idol: 0, Y/N: 2.

"Shall we get to the real date now, gentlemen?" Hongseok asked, his posture much straighter and chest puffed out. "As we have successfully completed our mission?"

After some double checking to confirm the two of you weren't conspiring to fake your ring sizes, the production staff finally allowed you to continue. Now that you had your appropriate numbers, the shop worker, who you learned was named Jae, quickly handed over two pairs of aprons. It was an odd reckoning, finding someone more attractive once they donned an apron, but somehow, that's what happened when you had tied the strings behind Hongseok's back. He quickly pivoted around, insisting on tying yours, and then taking a selfie to commemorate your cute outfits. If only he knew the things the simple piece of fabric was doing to you.

Two photos and one boomerang later, Jae patiently walked you through the process. As these were meant to be couple rings, he insisted you would have to design each other's. Without missing a beat, Hongseok suggested at least five completely terrible things he was planning to put on yours before you were both given a piece of metal to design. It took you some time, but you had finally landed on something you thought was solid. It was easy when you realized.

"Memory," Hongseok hummed happily, looking over the tiny anvil you were using as a rest for the ring you were stamping. "Aren't you the cutest thing to walk on two feet?"

"I thought it fit," you smiled, looking down at the simple lettering you had pounded out.

It didn't take much time for both of you to finish your designs. The next step led you to filing down the ends of the rings, which Jae then melted together. The last and longest stage would involve hammering the rings into shape and correct size. You were both given small, cylindrical tools to do this and began your forging.

The silence you shared was comfortable as you both focused on your work. You didn't feel particularly inclined to start small talk, not until you thought of something you really wanted to learn about him. Of course there were dozens of things you wanted to know. Hundreds, maybe, but this moment felt special. Just two people doing something small in the universe for one another.

"What are you thinking about?" Hongseok finally asked after the sound of tiny hammers had become a little less grating.

"About how even if you don't make it to the next round, I expect you to wear this ring forever," you looked up with a grin.

"A harsh request, but not an impossible one," he laughed.

"Of course I'm joking," you sighed. "I wouldn't want to ruin your game."

"Game?" he smiled. "You're assuming I have any."

"I have spent multiple hours with you now," you conceded. "Apparently I think you have some. I know, crazy."

"What a compliment."

"What does your dating history look like?" you asked now that you were thinking of his attract-ability. "What led you here?"

"Dating history," he groaned, glancing back instinctively at the cameras. "Well, I know my way around a scandal or two."

"Is that right?"

"It doesn't sound as exciting as you think," he continued. "I went out for lunch with a friend once and apparently we were harboring a secret relationship."

"A secret relationship sounds like a lot of work."

"It is," he nodded. "But coming into this I thought, who would be crazy enough to put themselves into chaos like that? To date multiple idols at once?"

"Gee, thanks," you laughed, trying to remain lighthearted. He wasn't wrong.

"You're welcome," he smiled up at you. "But you're not very crazy at all. Frankly, it's disappointing."

"I could hurl my tiny hammer at someone," you said quietly, looking around the room. "Is that crazy enough?"

"I don't think I have enough money for bail," he said dryly. "We should save that for the second date."

"I get it though," you admitted, picking up on the previous line of conversation. "Why would someone want to put themselves out there like that?"

"I just hate the idea of someone I care about getting caught in the crossfire of my profession," he sighed. "So I thought that maybe if I could date someone who knew exactly what they were getting in to, it might not be so bad."

"I'm not sure I really do know what I'm getting into," you shrugged. You had seen plenty of celebrity scandals in your day and they were never painted in a positive light. When you started this adventure, it was an easy realization that you would be getting some level of hate. You had to admit though, you were surprised by just how much. At this point, you avoided almost all forms of social media, chalking it up to a member of BTS being your first date. That was destined to piss off plenty of people.

"I'm protective," he continued. "Dating a non-celebrity...if this works, I have every intention of being careful with you. Not that you need me to treat you like you're something fragile." He paused. "I feel like I'm not saying this how I want to."

"Then try again."

Nodding to himself, he did just that. "I know the attention dating a foreigner would get me in a normal circumstance. I would never deny knowing you or being close with you, but it's about being incredibly conscious at all times. I thought that maybe this show would cut through some of that red tape. I just want to be happy with someone I can make happy."

"You definitely have the ability to do that," you said slowly, watching him from your peripherals.

For a moment, he paused his hammering to look at you before getting back to his work. "You think so?"

"Mmm," you answered, still not looking up, but smiling nonetheless. You had no doubt.

"Did you have fun?" Hongseok asked, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. To capture just a little more time together, you had agreed for him to walk you the few blocks back home.

You looked down to what was your half of a matching set of couple rings. It was difficult not to smile at the small H engraved next to a heart. "You know, I really did."

"And why do you sound so surprised?" he laughed, pulling you to a stop. Unfortunately, you had arrived at your apartment building much sooner than you would have liked.

"I have to go into these things at least a little guarded," you smirked. "Can't go getting my heart broken all over the place, now can I?"

"I realize you had no idea who your date would be when you woke up this morning," he cooed, reaching up to tuck a lock of hair behind your ear. "But I have no intentions of breaking your heart."

"Yeah, well, we'll see what Korea has to say about that," you grumbled, glancing into the lobby of your building.

Catching your attention for a brief moment, someone dressed in all black had just hurried down the stairs and toward the back exit of the building. Tilting your head, you turned back to Hongseok. "That was weird."

"Hm?" he asked, turning to look inside the lobby as well.

"Someone..." you began, but shook your head. "Nothing."

"What was it?" he asked, his brows furrowed in concern.

"Just got a weird feeling," you muttered. "It's okay though."

"Why don't I walk you up to your place?" he asked, instantly catching on to your sudden change of mood. "If that's okay?"

"You don't have to," you said, the natural reply. It was your goal in life to be as small of an inconvenience to those around you as possible.

"I know I don't have to," he implored, smiling encouragingly. "But if you want me to, I'll do it twelve times over."

"But no more than that?" you teased, attempting to shake off the odd feeling again.

"Nope," he laughed. "You ask for the thirteenth and I'm gone."

"If you really don't mind," you said quietly, already feeling ridiculous.

"Of course not," he nodded. "Buzz us in."

Using your key card, the two of you made your way into the building and up the two flights of stairs to your apartment. The elevator was often broken in your complex, but even if it wasn't, you felt too restless to wait for it to arrive.

Finally making your way down the hall, you paused. Surely that couldn't be right.

"Which one's yours?" Hongseok asked, eying the different apartment numbers. He came to a stop beside you, going quiet when his eyes landed on what you were seeing.

"Hongseok, I-" you began, your feet stumbling forward. Your apartment door was cracked open. But why?

"Stay behind me," he rushed out, nudging you behind him. You glanced over your shoulder to Wu and Woo who were finally huffing up the stairs.

"Did I forget to lock it?" you breathed, tiptoeing behind Hongseok as he slowly approached your door.

"The lock's busted," he muttered, shaking his head. Turning around, he pulled you back into the direction you had first came. "We need to call the police."

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absentcaryatid · 2 years

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kpopjust4u · 1 year

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Kinkmas - Day 9: Mirror Sex W/ Kino

Post Date: 9th December 2022 Content: Smut - Pentagon Kino x Reader WC: 1K TW?: Mirror Sex/ Praise/ GN - Reader has vulva/ Ass smacking/ SoftDom!Kino

Summary: You admire yourself so much in your reflections through the town’s windows, Kino turns this into something for both of your pleasures.

Masterlist Kinkmas Masterlist Prompt list

"Look how pretty these lights are," you excitedly squeal, pulling at your boyfriend's hand towards the lights from across the street.

"They're not as pretty as you," Kino cheekily replies, grinning madly as he watches the lights glitter in the reflections in your eyes, admiring how beautiful you really were.

But you weren't the only one admiring yourself, your eyes dropping to your reflection in the window, glowing with the Christmas lights around the town. How you love the reflection of you holding onto the love of your life's hand? How you admire how you looked in the outfit that Kino had picked out for you? And this didn't go a miss by Kino who watches you look at you both in the reflection, smiling to yourself.

Scoffing lightly, "So you like admiring yourself in your reflection, huh?" Kino asks, pulling you close to him, standing behind you with his arms wrapped around your waist.

He didn't know why but he was so attracted to the way you looked at yourself, smirking as he trails his hands down the contours of your body over your coat. The way you smile at him through the reflection when he trails soft kisses on your cheeks makes him think of many things, mainly about if you could admire yourself like this now, how could you react when you're watching yourself being sent to heaven and back when his tongue and fingers do the dirty work. Or even watching how your face contorts when his hips slam against yours.

And that didn't take long to find out at all. Ushering you home quickly, promising to take you out for hot chocolate and another light show, just so he could try his twisted little idea. Well, that's how he thought it would sound, but he wanted to try it, hoping you would be down for it too.

Getting through the front door, Kino struggles to keep his hands off of you, kissing all up your face and down your neck which makes you giggle, melting into his affection.

“What’s got you all excited, huh?” You squeal, trying to wriggle out of his grasp for a quick breather, and getting greeted by a lustful smirk on his face, the way he peels your coat off your body, throwing it to the side before directing you to the bedroom.

Sitting you down on the bed for the moment, he disappears and comes back holding onto your living room mirror, putting it up against the wall in perfect view of the bed. His hands attach to your body once again, inch by inch taking an item of clothing off your body.

“I wanna try something,” he almost growls when he talks, eyeing every bit of skin that was getting exposed to him every time items of clothing were getting removed, licking his lips in the process.

“What is it?” You reply in confusion, brows furrowed together as you’re pulled to cradle his lap, skin getting warm to the touch from excitement as your naked bodies press against one another.

Kissing all up your collarbone, he grips your ass tightly, peering around you to see how perfect you were from behind in the mirror, growling to himself, “You’re so fucking perfect, turn around and look at perfect you are in the mirror”.

Doing as he says, you turn your head, capturing yourself in your reflection on his lap, how the curves of your body are accentuated, smirking as you manage to get a glimpse of him looking at you too which makes your body shiver and goosebumps rise on your skin.

His fingers trail up your sides, watching how your face contorts in pleasure to his light touches, feeling you starting to get wet on his lap as his other hand trails between your legs.

“Let’s have some fun, shall we? But you have to keep looking at yourself in the mirror,” he whispers seductively in your ear, brushing a finger across your clit to make you react, pleased to see you bite your lip and a muffled whimper leaves your lips.

Nodding in reply, excited for what you’re in for, you turn around, taking place with your ass up in his direction whilst your chest and head buried into the sheets, turning it so you can still see yourself. Of course, you capture him biting his lip and smirking at your choice of position, happy that you read his mind.

Making sure to keep an eye on you through your reflections, he gets on his knees behind you and caresses your ass before slapping down hard on the one cheek, making you wince from the stinging sensation. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of him, how his face contorts in satisfaction, how his dark lustful eyes never leave your body.

Teasing the tip of his cock at your entrance, he watches your face, plastered with a smirk as he slowly enters you, the pleasure making your eyes screw shut which makes him stop when he’s deep inside of you, “Keep your eyes open baby, look how pretty you are when you moan because my is cock deep inside of you”.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” he instantly adds when he sees your attempt to do as he says, his length sinking deeper into you after pulling out ever so far, making you whimper and quietly cry in pleasure.

Quickly, you were finding out that this may be your new favourite thing and Kino was all for it, being more vocal than usual with how he loves watching himself fuck you whilst you’re being pleasured like this.

It was a struggle, you had to admit, to keep your eyes open to watch yourself as your world is getting rocked, the pleasure being too much, and oh how hot your boyfriend was, his growls to accompany his also contorting face made everything a whole lot better.

“Look at you behaving so well for me, aren’t you so perfect? Look at yourself, you’re so perfect aren’t you?” He practically chants with each stroke he makes, making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

To add to it, he reaches under to circle your clit whilst he fills you up so perfectly, making you completely weak in the knees.

“Yes, Kino... So perfect... Fuck,” you cry out loud, trying your absolute best to keep your eyes peeled on your reflections despite how much he’s trying you.

Stopping momentarily to kiss down your back, and your shoulders, he whispers, “You are, you really are”.

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unifox · 1 year

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Morning~

~Pairing: non-idol!Jinho x reader

~Genre: fluff

~Warnings: food and college life

~Words: 422

~Summary: Waking up to that sweet smile is the best way to wake up... If it weren't just a dream...

a/n: Hi! I've been gone for such a long time so here's a little fic I had in my drafts to start fresh this year! Even tho it's short I hope you guys like it!

Here's a Scenario game! in case anyone is interested in asking for a prompt ~Foxy🦊

~Masterlist~

Slowly you opened your eyes to the light coming from your windows. The curtains made the room bright but at least the sun wasn't shining directly on your eyes. Turning to the side you smiled. There he was, looking lovingly at you with a sweet smile plastered on his face.

"Good morning beautiful" he whispered

You smiled back at him and your hand instinctively went to his face, stroking his cheek and admiring his beauty when suddenly

Your alarm starts ringing really loudly, making you jump

You open your eyes and turn it off, looking at your phone and the empty bed. It was a dream... a really realistic dream, but... you don't know who the guy in your dream is. You got up and changed knowing you had to go to college

- - - After your classes ended you decided to spend the afternoon with some friends to wind up. After all, it was Thursday, and every Thursday you guys went to a cafe close to your campus to chat and do some homework together

You sat on one of the tables to save it and also keep an eye on your bags while your two friends went to grab their drinks. You had told them about your dream on one of the breaks and they just laughed at your sad exaggerated expression saying that soon you'll find a boyfriend. It was a thing between you guys since you were all painfully single

When they came back to the table you went to the register to order your usual "Hi! I would like a medium Taiwan bubble milk-" You stopped mid-order staring at the barista you had never seen before in the store. What caught you off guard was that he was the guy in your dream

"Milk tea?" He questioned since you just stopped talking

"Hm, yes, milk tea... sorry" you laughed awkwardly as he smiled politely

When he was done with your tea he spoke up "Have we met before? Your face seems familiar..."

"I'm not sure but you seem familiar too" You smiled taking your tea. You wouldn't tell a stranger, even a really cute one, that he was in your dream and a really romantic one

"I'm Jinho... maybe we could hand out some time? I would like to know you" he said in a shy tone "Yes!... that... would be nice" you answered way too fast for your liking

At least you would have news to share with your friends and who knows... maybe a boyfriend as well.

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sunflowersoonyoung · 2 years

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senior | yeo one

w.c ↠ 1.1k

pairing/s ↠ yeo one x fem!reader

genre/s ↠ office au!, senior!changgu, established relationship au!, inexperienced!reader, dom!changgu, corruption kink, semi public, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, unprotected sex, spit kink, creampie

description ↠ changgu was one of the first people you met at your new workplace a month ago. since then, you’ve been in a risky workplace relationship with him.

warning/s ↠ sexual themes, unprotected sex

a/n ↠ sorry this took me so long to write! I just am in love with office aus atm as you can maybe tell, just alternate universes in general tbh. it’s actually my birthday today ;-; I'm now 21.

requested by anon

“You’re not supposed to fill that form out like that, you know.”

When you turned your head to glare at your boyfriend and senior coworker Changgu, he offered you an innocent grin in response.

“I’m just trying to help. You know I want to go home. That outfit looks really good, and I wanna get rid of it.”

You adjusted the collar of your blouse with hot cheeks, knowing precisely what he was insinuating.

It was the early stages of your relationship with Changgu. You had been placed under his wing when you first started working there, and there was an immediate connection. Soon you were arriving at work in the same car.

You were in a heated place with him after only a few weeks of dating. It was an impossible task to keep your hands off each other during the day. Now it was nighttime, and Changgu’s pupils were blown with arousal.

“You’re dirty,” you replied with a huff, although you were pressing your thighs together to mask your excitement.

Changgu peered at you for a moment through his honeyed irises. He seemed to be devising something. A slow grin spread across his thick lips as cogs turned in his head.

“You know,” he hummed, resting his large hands on your shoulders from behind, “I’m pretty sure we’re completely alone right now.”

Immediately your head was clouded with warmth, and your thoughts emptied due to only one sentence. You breathed out slowly to compose yourself, “n-not here, Oppa. It’s too risky.”

“We won’t get caught,” Changgu purred, now leaning over so that his lips could hover over your ear. You could feel his hot breath clouding against your cheek.

“Changgu,” you mumbled, your skin electric, desperate for contact. Changgu chuckled lowly, loosening his tie and stepping back.

“You need me to take care of you, don’t you, sweetheart?” He asked, and you could not bear to look at him, your face flushed out of arousal.

“I-I’ve never done this in public before,” you stammered. Changgu laughed, “you’re cute. Come here.”

Your legs were wobbly as you finally stood, and your boyfriend flashed you a grin before tugging you from your desk.

Your floor manager had a separate office, which you rarely visited. Changgu led you inside, opening the door to a dim room with tall windows and a desk. The sky through the windows was a dark shade of navy. You stepped inside, and Changgu closed the door behind you.

He immediately pounced, cupping your face between his large hands and kissing you. It was a deep kiss that dazed you. You had to grasp his white dress shirt to remain steady.

Within moments his hand was between your thighs, hiking up your skirt to reveal more flesh. You mewled when his fingers pushed between the folds of your pussy.

“You’re so wet,” Changgu hummed, “aren’t you starting to get hornier recently?”

You blushed, retorting, “isn’t that your fault?”

He merely laughed, pushing you back against the floor manager’s desk. You sat atop the wooden surface, knocking over a cup holder and scrunching papers. He settled between your legs, a devious smile on his face.

“You have to stay quiet, okay?” Changgu ordered, wasting no time by pushing aside your underpants. He was rough as he slid his fingers over your bare pussy, circling over your clit. Eventually, he settled one palm over your mouth because you failed to keep quiet.

To be honest, you had been staring at him all day. He looked stunning, with his thick forearms, tan skin, and dark raven hair pushed back over his forehead. By this stage, you were swollen with arousal. It had been a long wait.

“You’re not very obedient, are you?” Changgu chuckled, pushing his thumb hard against your clit. You threw your head back, crying out against his hand.

Suddenly, you came; it was unexpected for both you and him. You were seeing stars, your head spinning.

Changgu laughed amusedly, “cute. You cum so quickly still.”

Sometimes he could be a little cruel. Today would be one of those days.

“One more time for me, sweetheart,” he hummed, rubbing harsh circles over your clit with his thumb. Your legs were trembling as he forced a second orgasm out of you. You could only sob against his palm, tears running down your chin.

By the time you opened your eyes, you had realised you had squirted all over the desk and floor and Changgu’s hand. He was laughing, licking your juices off his fingers. You flushed with embarrassment.

“You idiot,” you huffed, trying to catch your breath, “we made such a mess.”

“It’s fine,” he soothed, “come here.”

Changgu pulled you up against him because your legs were quivering from the repeated orgasms. He wrapped your leg around his waist, unbuttoning his black dress pants to reveal a sliver of his grey underpants.

You could see his boner pressing up against the dark fabric of his pants. The sight of it, combined with Changgu’s thick scent in the air, made you dizzy with desire.

“Hurry up,” you pleaded, and your boyfriend laughed, “you’re getting needy. I like this side of you, though~.”

Changgu pulled his thick cock free, dropping his pants to the floor. He stroked it a few times before sliding it between your pussy folds. You clasped his shoulders tighter.

Abruptly, Changgu filled you up in one stroke. Your head lulled back and you gasped, your toes curling. He started to fuck you at a casual pace, letting his hips meet with yours. Even at this pace, you were shuddering with pleasure.

“Changgu!” You gasped, and he grinned, fucking you at a harder pace that made your vision blur. Beneath the buzz of your ears, you heard him speak, “open your mouth.”

You did as he ordered, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue. Changgu let a wad of spit fall onto your tongue and you swallowed it, tasting his sweet saliva.

“Good girl,” he praised, grabbing your hair and pulling it so that your face was an inch from his. He kissed you deeply, letting his tongue explore your mouth. You could hardly concentrate on the kiss, his cock hitting spots that tipped you over the edge.

“Cum one more time for me,” Changgu breathed. You nodded, shutting your eyes tightly and letting an orgasm crash over you.

You ascended into the ceiling, unaware of anything else for a few moments. You could hear Changgu cumming too, thrusting deeply inside of you and filling you up.

By the time you recovered, you realised you were covered in sweat and that you had semen dripping down your inner thigh. Changgu had been observing you, his hair messy and his forehead shiny.

He fell away from you, pulling his pants back up and readjusting himself.

“Let’s get that form filled out, hm?”

You pouted, “I can do it myself, you know.”

Changgu turned back to you, now mostly fixed. He adjusted his tie, running his tongue over his bottom lip.

“You need to clean up your mess. And I want to get you home, now.”

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blizzardfluffykpop · 1 year

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Christmas Tree

Summary: The annual Christmas tree lighting ceremony.

Oneshot

Fluff, Best Friends to Lovers au

Word Count: 1,253

Changgu (Yeo One) X Reader

Requested: The 12 days of winter thing is so cute omg!! 🥺 Maybe #7 for Changgu or Kiki? I think it'd fit well for either of them so whichever you prefer<3

Prompt: 7. “Christmas lights can’t compare to how bright you shine”

[A/n: I really hope you like this 🥺💖 it's not my best work. But I still hope you're able to enjoy it; it may be a little cheesy tho. Thank you so much for requesting, Kebbi 🥺😭💖]

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You’re leaving work after a boring shift when you hear your phone ring; you dig it out from the depths of your pockets and see it’s Changgu. Your best friend, who you have slight feelings for, you excitedly answer, “Hey, Changgu! What’s up?” You can almost hear his grin as he goes, “Us right now!” You roll your eyes as he continues, “I was wondering if you’d like to watch the Christmas tree lighting with me?” You grin, “Yeah, I would love to!” He goes, “Alright, I’ll pick you up in an hour, okay?” You nod before realizing he couldn’t see you, “Okay, that works for me! See you later, Ggu!” “See you later, (N/n)!” And with that, he hangs up, and you make it the rest of the way home.

You change out of your work clothes and into something warm and cozy. Before relaxing in front of the TV, the Christmas specials serving as background noise to your phone scrolling. You catch the time and see it’s about to turn to the next hour and pull on your winter coat and shoes. As you hear your front door ring, you grin, “One second!” You hear his muffled agreement before you walk out of the door and see him and ask, “Are you ready to see the tree all lit up?” He grins, “I am! Are you?” You nod happily and follow him out to his car.

He holds the door open for you, all gentlemanly-like, and you shake your head with a smile before sitting in the seat. You click your seatbelt in as he shuts your door, you smirk and reach over and pop his door open, and he shakes his head as you push it out. He catches the door with a sigh and slides into his seat as you slide back into yours. He clicks his seatbelt on before turning over the car and turning on the heat. You immediately put your hands on the vents to warm them up. His music softly plays through the speakers, and you can’t help but feel more at peace as you watch him drive.

Within less than fifteen minutes, you guys arrive and find a parking spot, “Oh, look, the crowd is starting to gather now!” You say with excitement as he reverses into a parallel space and pulls in. “Oh wow, look at how huge the tree is!” He cheers, filled with excitement too. You grin before getting out of the car and waiting for him on the sidewalk, “Let’s find a nice spot to view it!” He nods, and you two walk beside each other. And you ask, “So, anything exciting at work or home?” He hums, “It’s been peaceful, almost too peaceful…” You grin, “Do you think someone is up to something, then?” He shakes his head, “Yes, but no. Shinwon is always up to something, so that’s nothing new. But the others? They’re hiding presents from each other. So, it's leading to more sneaking around and suspicion. It's amusing to see their prying eyes every time someone comes home.” You nod, “Oh~ Where are you hiding yours then?” He grins, “My car. I sleep with my keys for a reason.” You shake your head at him, “Weird but not out of a reason.” He laughs, “What about you?” You shrug, “It’s been boring with the holidays right around the corner. Everything has come to a lull, it seems.” He nods, “But that’s nice, though. Isn’t it?” You smile, “Only if there is something fun to do afterward.” He smiles, “Does this count?” You grin, “Absolutely!” He nods, and you guys spot a place on the side where you can see the tree without being blocked by others and quickly head over to it.

He looks down at his watch, “Twenty minutes until the lights come on!” The two of you sway to the carolers singing in front of the tree and softly sing along. When it’s five minutes til the carolers clear out and join the crowd. And everyone gathers in closer to watch the lights, and to keep you close, Changgu places his hand on your waist, “You okay?” You nod, “You?” He nods as everyone grows silent and begins to brim with anticipation.

When the first stage, the lowest branches on the tree light up, everyone ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’. And the lights continue turning on until it reaches the very top. The golden star glows brightly and shines so beautifully in the night. You gasp as cheers break out in the crowd and turn towards Changgu, “Woah! Isn’t that the brightest thing you’ve ever seen?!” And he shakes his head with a soft smile, “Christmas lights can’t compare to how bright you shine.” If your cheeks weren’t already red from the cold, they certainly were now. You gasp and look down at your shoes before telling him a small thank you, “I mean it. I think your beauty shines inside and out. You make me so happy.” He pauses momentarily, staring into your eyes, “I was wondering if you would want to be mine?” You hold his stare, and without skipping a beat, you say, “Yes, of course. I’d love to be yours if you would be mine as well.” He grins, lifts your chin with his mitted hand, and kisses you softly, and you wrap your arms around his neck.

You pull back for a minute and stare into his eyes before pulling him into another kiss, and he dips you back a bit. You grin as you hold onto him tighter, and when the two of you pull away, you giggle, “I can’t believe this is real.” You tell him softly, and he agrees, “I’m so glad it is.” You can’t help but laugh harder and kiss his cheek, “Do you want to get some warm apple cider?” He grins and sees the stand not far from where you two stand, “I’d love to.”

You carefully reach out your mitted hands for his, and he happily wraps his hand around yours. You swing your arms together as you wait in line. You ask him, “When did you know you liked me more than a friend?” He smiles, “I think I noticed I liked you last Christmas when you snuck us both a cookie from Hongseok’s freshly baked sheet. And you gave me a cute cheeky wink before we both had to hide from him.” He shakes his head with a laugh before continuing, “I think I always knew I liked you, but I didn’t realize it until then. When did you notice?” You think for a few minutes, maybe it was when he kissed your cheek on New Year's Eve, or maybe, it was the Halloween before that. Where you two wore peanut butter and jelly couple costumes that you realized you had more than friendly feelings for him. “I realized I had more than platonic feelings for you last year on Halloween, but I think it really hit me when you kissed my cheek when the clock turned twelve this year.” You smile as you see his cheeks turn red, and he scratches the back of his neck, “You remember that?” You nod, “I don’t think I could ever forget it. Maybe this time, you can do it for real?” He grins, and you pay for the warm cider and walk back to his car, mitten in mitten. And glasses in the other, enjoying your first evening as a couple.

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cyncialwoo · 2 years

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Fourth Period J.WS

-pairing: wooseok x gn!reader -genre: fluff (friends to lovers) -words: 3k -a/n: so finals came up and I forgot about it, but here I am almost a month later. I hope you enjoy this!! Sorry I couldn’t attach this to the original post ‘cause somethings not going right here. >>Masterlist

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You and Wooseok have been friends since your freshman year of high school. You two kicked it off in your biology class. It started as a “helping each other” relationship. You sometimes gave him answers and vice versa. The relationship between the two of you got closer and closer over time and there was change. The cooler outside of him is still there but also shows you his goofy side. And then there were bits and moments when you would see him clam up and get red. Sometimes it was by little things that you couldn’t identify. Either way, he would push it away as if it were nothing.

Things like that made you tease him more about it. Not letting anything go that he did. Even though you would find it cute when he got red you teased him about it. Your heart bested faster and faster every time that happened it was like just seeing him laugh it off put you on a fluffy cloud. Everything else disappeared and it was suddenly you and him in the classroom.

Even though you would spend class time with him there wasn’t much outside of class. Sure there was lunch, but the two of you didn’t have the same period. And after school? You mostly spent that with friends and thought it was too late into the year to ask him. He never asked you either, it was this weird border of close and not close.

The two of you would often talk and walk out of the class together. His class was up another floor and you had lunch— two completely different ways. That’s where it would end as it did today. You two were blabbering something about how the teacher gave out too much work for your good.

“No cause I don’t know how I’m going to finish this!” You said while looking up at him. You were already out of the class. Hopefully, the two of you weren’t loud enough that the teacher could hear.

Wooseok laughed, “Yeah might not do it, so make sure you do it.” You started to mimic him halfway through it. Yeah right like he had a right to tell you what to do. Although you would often wonder how much you would do for him.

You rolled your eyes. “Nice try, but I’ll do it anyway cause I need to get my grades up.”

He smiled at you. “There you go finally making some good decisions.” He turned to look at the stairs. It was a small walk.

“Bye see you tomorrow?” You smiled at him.

“Yeah cause I can’t stand being alone with her,” Wooseok said rolling his eyes and waving back. You laughed and turned to where you were headed.

You plugged your headphones in and walked down the hall. It was still crowded due to the passing period. You smiled to yourself at the way he had talked to you. He could make you fawn over him over the smallest things. Maybe it was his cool personality that made you like him. The way even when it was awkward he always found a way to reverse it. As you were thinking about Wooseok someone pulled on your backpack. You said a small “Ah” even though it scared you. You hadn’t even gotten that far from the stairs. You pulled a headphone out and looked back. It was Wooseok and he was smiling. He had said something about the Ah and you commented on how it wasn’t fair.

“Hey, actually why aren’t you in band class? Are you going to skip?” You looked up at him puzzled. He had skipped before, once following you to eat lunch. It was awkward and didn’t go well.

“No, not really. I just wanted to stall sometime before I have to go there. I really don’t like to go. Plus I stay in the back most of the time.” He laughed and continued to walk with you. Until it would be too far for him to turn back. You turned back and waved him goodbye, again. There was honest confusion about why he turned back. Maybe it was boredom? Part of you wanted to believe that he liked you even a little bit.

You smiled taking that false hope that was there. Maybe it wasn’t that fault in the way that Wooseok was smiling to himself while going to band class. The way band class didn’t seem so bad now just because he got to spend a few more moments with you. Even if it was a little moment it would give him enough to push through playing the violin. It’s not that he was bad at it, it just sucked as a class. He grabbed his violin case and headed out of the back.

Aside from now and then back and forth texts he couldn’t just text you more. Or could he? Suddenly he was on his phone looking back at his messages to see what was the last thing the two of you talked about. Probably something about that class. He clicked on it and he almost wanted to laugh. It was an unanswered cup pong from about a month ago. He answered it just out of nowhere. ~~~

Your phone buzzed and a familiar name appeared on your screen, It’s been so long... Like a month maybe. You smiled to yourself. Maybe it was about earlier? And what even was earlier? It was a good feeling. A weightless feeling that grew in your stomach. It was still a feeling you were confused about. You answered him back. You finally decided to text back? Got that bored? It was true that the chat hadn’t been open in a month and to text him out of the blue. It never crossed your mind. He sent back another game with a cocky message. Just giving you time to practice. Yep. He’s done. Yeah, he was giving you time to practice when you won the game. Honestly, I don’t play iMessage games with anyone else. You clicked on the game and saw him finish it all in that round. There was no way that you could make it. You were already behind him in the game, and you didn't make it. You didn’t make any shots. … Maybe you’re right about me needing practice. You made a downward smile. Even having to admit that he was right was going to get some cocky response out of him and having to hear him? That’s a whole other story. See?? Wooseok is always right and especially when it comes to cup pong. I am the KINGGGGG of cup pong!!

Wooseok, I am officially done with you. I’m logging off of this phone.

Yeah, you said that but still sent another game of cup pong. Man, it was just too good to change. It was a way to keep things between the two of you flowing and it did. Talking more and more and coming to be closer with each other. You started inviting each other out. You were bowling out with him again. It was something you two could joke about. It was chill competitive and fun. Like most things are between the two of you. You two munching on pizza, or whatever you two had ordered that day. It was something different, mostly burgers. Wooseok loved them then got all shy when he accidentally spilled sauce on his hand. This time there was grease everywhere. It was perfect. Nothing that a little food could cheer you up from losing to him at one point. You swore to him that you were going to beat him up, but then he pouted. By then it was over no one was fighting.

“You want to play another game?” You turned to him as you ate another slice. No lie the pizza was so good for frozen pizza. Wooseok gave you a smirk, “So you can lose again? Anytime.” He let out a small laugh and finished his pizza in a whole bite like that was the punch line. You furrowed your eyebrows, “Don’t be so sure. You could jinx it and I could end up winning instead! Beat the giant! Short people power like your friend says.” That caused him to burst out laughing. Sadly, he didn’t choke on the pizza. “No, you’re wrong for doing Jinho like that. He doesn’t deserve that.” Wooseok stopped you in your track about saying something about Jinho. It was cute when he got protective over his friends. You couldn’t help but smile at him. His eyes met yours for a brief moment before turning away and blushing. He cleared his throat, “Like I said he deserves better. Short people do, so how about that game?” You nodded, “On it! Sir, Jung, sir!” You laughed getting up and fake marching up to the pay counter to buy the both of you another game. You hurried back to the spot when you got another game. You did a celebration dance. “Mission accomplished Sir Jung, sir!” You giggled and went to grab your ball and roll it hitting a seven. Another victory dance came your way. Giggles came from Wooseok as he watched you. Maybe you could feel the same way he did when he laughs at you. He wanted you to feel the same thing that had been growing inside him more and more these past few weeks. These feelings that he couldn’t stop, nor explain. He burned for you to notice him and maybe you had and he was just too dense to see it. Moments like these of the two of you so happy, he wished they could last forever. He pushed another smirk on his face. Be cool. He grabbed his bowl and let it roll. He hit a nine. You frowned because you had wanted to be ahead of him. The two of you ended up being tied wasn’t a good way to start the game with each other. He fought back a smile, but it escaped it. He ended up smirking and you took it as an invitation to press him about beating you. “C’mon! You say you were going to let me win!” You whined sort of laughing at your behavior. Wooseok smirked and rolled his eyes. “I said nothing of the sort only that short people deserve better. That didn’t mean that I was going to go down without a fight.” That caused an eye roll from you. The whole game went on like that. The two of you arguing over winning. You ended up winning in the end and Wooseok swore that he went easy on you. You swore that he was just saying that to save some of his pride. The two of you cleaned up your area and left the place together. It was getting dark outside. Just how long was that last game. You looked at him, “You wanna take the bus together? The main one should lead us far enough. I think I live farther, but it should be okay, right?” “Yeah, and it’s getting late. Wouldn’t be proper to go out with a person the leave them alone in the end.” It was so smooth what he said. And if you were distracted you could’ve missed him calling this a date like there were expectations. “Oh my! Jung Wooseok! Are you calling this a date?” You dragged out the A-in date to mask your fluster if it was even showing. Now, you noticed his face get hotter and you smirked. “I’m just playing! I know you don't mean it,” You said as you locked elbows with him. “Now let’s go before we miss our carriage off to the sunset– oh! I mean bus!” You laughed at that last part. Wooseok laughed too, and the awkward feeling had left and gone someplace else. That last comment from him had you staying up though wondering if he had meant it like that or not. You didn’t let him explain it and some part of you now wish you had. It was slowly eating you up inside. That light feeling in your stomach was coming back and you hid your face. You swore you couldn’t face him in the fourth period Monday. You thought if you see him or even hug him you might not let go. You don’t want to let go of him. Something emotional inside of you craves more of him. Are you awake? Sorry, I can’t sleep. Your phone lit up and your heart beat faster. No way he just. Is he asking for attention? Was he intentional earlier? Is he playing you right now? This can’t be true, right? You blinked a few times and even pinched yourself. You fake cried because even doing those things was childish and you could just imagine him chuckling at you. You wanted him out of your mind. He was driving you insane. Yeah I am Did you run out of people to ask? No, you’re just the first person on my list. Hard to believe.

You shook your head with a stupid smile plastered on your face. This man was pulling all of those strings. And here goes another one. Nah, you’re right. I just really wanted to talk with you. Is that so wrong? Not at all. Was that your heart getting softer? How did it get so genuine so fast? On the other hand, Wooseok was scared. His hands were practically shaking while he was typing. He was scared of what to say and how to make that one move. He wanted to confess so badly, but how could he? He didn’t want to lose this friendship no matter how cliché he sounded right now. He was probably staring holes into his phone. That last message was sent to let him breathe a little and gave him a small smile. That’s good. So you agree? Us talking is a good thing? Yeah, whatever that means. ‘Whatever that means’? Wooseok thought what you meant by that? That you’d feel the same way he did? That you enjoyed his company as he enjoyed yours? But was it in the same way? The conversation ended there. Both of you are too scared to add anything on. After that, no one opened the chat, and if they did they hesitated on what to say. Both of you are confused about what the other meant but still share the same feelings. The confusion and feelings were similar. That paragraph in itself is confusing. Surprisingly, fourth period went well and the two of you got through it pretending as if nothing happened. You completed the homework for once. You told him that it was out of complete boredom from your weekend. And he pretended to be hurt because you were “calling him boring”. Nothing was said between you about the messages. No one messaged after that and it was disappointing, The two of you relied on the other for something. You wished Wooseok had the same amount of confidence that he had that night to text your or that you could steal some of his and just text him. You decided to throw everything away. What happened to your morals about abandoning your date? Oh, so you were my date? That’s what you implied on our bowling day. Why is it always after when you meet face to face when you have to talk to each other? Why couldn’t you have the confidence to look him in the face. Sure you could tease him, but nothing could cover up how nervous you were right now. Maybe it was a good thing that he can’t see you at the moment. I guess you can be right. About that, are you free after school? Asking me on another undercover date, Romeo? You could say that. Once again, another stupid grin ran across your face. The would-be delighted for another outing with Sir Jung. I'm starting to think that you have a sir kink. ;) You knew where to meet him and you were there right on time to see him walk towards you. You let a deep breath out. These are the moments that some people wait for. This was ‘in the moment’ moments, and maybe it was too reckless. Maybe there should have been a warning symbol on this. Or would that ruin the moment? Would that ruin the wave of butterflies swarming inside of your stomach? Or the amount of blood that rushed to your cheeks? Would every detail of the moment be the same? You swore you could hear your heart beat louder and louder as each step Wooseok got closer. Closer to his destiny which was hopefully you. Paying attention to each detail in each moment had time moving faster than it should. He was in front of you now, you were caught off guard by his flustered face. How could he be this handsome and steal your breath away with every second that he exists? You cleared your throat and pressed your lips together. “So where are we going this time?” You looked up at him. You watched his face as he thought about what to say.

The corner of his lips twitched up into a smirk then he let it break out into a smile. “How about a real relationship between the two of us? A romantic one, not a platonic one… If you feel the same way” You watched him his confidence faded and his hand went to scratch the back of his head. Your smile grew a sort of genuine one mixed with the same smile you have when you’re about to tease him.

“I would love to be in a relationship with you, Jung Wooseok.” You let out a small smile. He met your eyes with his lit up. The two of you stared at each other for a moment before locking lips. The kiss was slow and smooth. The two of you felt the moment. When you pulled away the both of you laughed.

“Height is going to be a problem because you’re too tall.” You teased him poking at his chest.

“You know I could always pick you up and run away?”

“Oh yea–”, You didn’t have enough time because he lifted you over his shoulder and ran.

#kpop #kpop imagines #kpop fanfic #kpop scenarios #pentagon #pentagon fanfic #pentagon imagines #pentagon scenarios #wooseok x reader #wooseok #jung wooseok

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seawitch62 · 2 years

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A sculptors obessesion.

Word count 281

Yandere

Pygmalion, a famous sculptor, falls in love with his own creation and wishes to give this creation life. (Greeka.com)

🍃🍃🍃

The Sculptor.

With devotion likened to obsession the chisel chips away at the stone. What started as a form of therapy to forget her became an all consuming task.

Wooseok does not need photographs or videos he creates from memories collected and stored.

Often his hands bled onto the statue barely even noticing as he chipped away. Stone fragments scattered across the room, nourishment such as food and drink consumed as he worked, sleeping and waking at the foot of his creation. His every waking and sleeping moment directed on his preoccupation.

His beauty, his statue, his goddess, his Galatea.

Memories and emotions flood, the dam gates break, his tears drop onto his creation like tiny droplets of rain.

His motivational force keeps him chipping away, his chisel an extension of his hand, his tool.

The happy times invade his thoughts, distracting him, a time when she was his flesh and blood, now he only has stone.

Like Pygmalion he loves his art, the woman who conquered his heart then tore it apart when she left.

Finally his work is complete.

Stunningly beautiful accurate portrayal of his Galatea.

♤

As her eyes survey her surroundings she takes in the fact she is in a cage. Furniture and amenities are present as well as her belongings.

The cage is in the middle of a stone circle, a henge.

As she looks closer at the stone artwork she realizes they are all depictions of herself.

A silent scream escapes her horrified mind.

Wooseok enters his domain.

"Hello Galatea, welcome to my gallery".

#wooseok x reader #pentagon x reader #pentagon fanfic #pentagon yandere #wooseok yandere #pentagon scenarios #pentagon imagines #ptg x reader #ptg scenarios #ptg imagines

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bp-zb1fics · 1 year

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i know a lot of people don’t ask for him but i really want to see something for hui. i know everybody says he’s “old” and stuff but he’s just soo fine. I’m requesting a long spicy and suggestive one shot of him with fem!reader. I’m fine with smut aswell. You don’t have to do it if you aren’t comfortable. thank you for your time!

Me and you under

pairing: hui x reader

pronouns: none used but reader is slightly fem-coded (calling hui oppa)

genre: heavily suggestive/smut, fluff sprinklings

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT PLEASE!!!

tw/tags: teasing, light d/s dynamics, oppa kink, kisses, making out, oral (reader receiving), fingering, non-explicit description of sex, lots of noises

wc: 1383

summary: everyone knows hoetaek is sweet on you but only you know how sweet he can be when the doors are closed.

a/n this took a little longer to write than expected because my condition hasn't been good but tysm anon for requesting! As a casual fan of pentagon, I can definitely agree that hui is a fine, fine man. Happy reading!

To most people, Hoetaek was a perfect sweetheart.

Your doting boyfriend sported pea coats that always almost ended up draped over your shoulders with coos of “Aish, my jagi needs to bring a warmer jacket next time.” (Spoiler: you never do). And his wire-rimmed glasses that would constantly slip off his nose, leaving you to fuss and push them back up for him.

He didn’t even need to be prompted to do aegyo to cheer you up or get you to smile. Seriously, this grown man. But you loved him for it. You couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend.

Because Hoetaek was the perfect sweetheart and completely soft for you but in the privacy of your bedroom, in moments when he felt a little restless, when you got a little needy, he became someone else entirely.

“Ah, ah, ah don’t be shy with me now.” He murmured.

His voice, which you absolutely adored, would drop just a little lower and take on a sing-songy quality that had you hooked on every word.

The first few buttons of his shirt have come loose, courtesy of yours truly, and you’re treated to the way the veins on his neck become prominent, how his adam’s apple bobs, his collarbones sharp and chest heaving slightly. You feel a little crazy, wanting to reach up and touch. But you can’t.

“You’ll behave for me right?” His breath ghosts against your ear, dragging his lips against these sensitive shell ever so lightly.

You inhale sharply and nod. He chuckles, keeping you pinned against the mattress. Hoetaek wasn’t particularly physically imposing but there was a certain glint in his eyes that made you feel small in all the right ways.

“Words, jagi.” You both know he isn’t asking. It’s a demand, quiet and firm and boiling hot in your stomach.

Hoetaek can play the game for hours. And it doesn’t help at all that the way he looks at you leaves you breathless, words almost like air when you manage to produce some.

“Yes,” you exhale shakily as the look in his eyes grows darker.

Then he smiles, not the cotton-candy sweet kind that you get from him on a regular day, no. It’s almost too sweet, saccharine and sharp around the edges.

He leans forward, soft and deadly like a viper about to strike and coos condescendingly.

“Let’s try that again, shall we jagi? Will. You. Behave. For. Me?”

Each word he drags out, voice hitting you like a mallet wrapped in plush cloth, tender and dull but impactful. You can’t control how your breath hitches.

“Yes, yes.” Every limb goes pliant as he looms over you.

Hoetaek firmly grasps your chin so that you’re forced to look at his face as he presses further.

“Yes, what jagi?”

He watches as you weigh it out in your mind, letting the game drag out longer and giving into him. Well, he’s feeling a little impatient today.

Without warning, he drags a knee up, stopping short between the apex of your thighs. You get a little frantic but don’t buck down to meet it. Good. He’s not really in the mood to punish you today.

Rather he continues to hold your chin, letting his thumb drag over your lips.

“Say it,” he says almost like he’s taunting you. “You’re not getting anything till you say it. Address me properly, jagi.”

You look at him through your eyelashes, eyes just a little wet as you let your lips form the words.

“Yes oppa”

Hoetaek brings his knee all the way up, relishing in the way you gasp as he grinds it in. His hand abandons your chin to bury fingers into your hair while the other grips at your side, stroking teasingly over your hip bone.

“That’s right, jagi. Very good.”

He presses his body closer and you can feel him, hot and heavy and firm against you. His lips latch onto your neck, tongue trailing heat up and down your skin. You whimper.

You feel him smile against your skin. Kisses are pressed against spots that have you shivering. Hands encircle your wrists and press them firmly to the sheets. Finally, he claims your lips, your mind going completely blank. He tastes like a sweet addiction, melting into your bones and pulling them apart.

When he pulls away, you can’t help but whine, his eyes dance playfully but the glint remains. You know what you need to do.

“Oppa please.”

He soothes your pleas with soft lips, the corners quirking upwards as he pulls his knee away and you whine again. Hands squeeze your wrists once more as if warning them to stay in place before they move downwards to spread your thighs.

Your clothes fall to the floor, leaving you bare save for one of his oversized sweaters. He presses a kiss on your hip before mouth going lower and lower until his breath is warm against the place where you want his mouth the most, quiet, needy noises escaping you.

He can’t help but run a few fingers between your thighs. You’re wet and messy and wanting for him. A few strokes has you keening, trying your best not to jerk forward. You can only watch as he pops those fingers into his mouth, staring at you hungrily as he hums around them.

You can only spread your legs further as if to entice him to take his fill. He doesn’t react, warm, wet fingers coming to tease where you’re most sensitive.

“Now tell oppa where you want him, hmm?”

He stifles a laugh when you look at him incredulously before your cheeks tint even more and you quietly say it.

“Hmmm, I didn’t quite hear that, jagi.”

You say it again, louder and just a little more frantic in your desperation.

“Want oppa’s mouth on my…”

That’ll have to do for now, Hoetaek decides, unable to summon enough patience to wait for you to ask for it exactly how he wants it. You’re too tempting, all pliant and nearly bare beneath him.

The strangled sound you make still manages to echo through the whole room as he puts his mouth on you.

His tongue is criminal, lapping over places that blur your vision and leaving you wanting more. Your hips can’t stay still anymore, twitching nearly uncontrollably in a valiant effort to not suffocate him. Sometimes he stills, just humming and sending vibrations up your spine that drive you mad. His fingers sink into you, one, two, three, your eyes wet with tears as ecstasy begins to take hold.

Before you know it, you’re hovering in a haze of pleasure, creeping your way towards sweet, sweet release. The sounds that he rips out of you grow frantic, nearly begging. He knows your body well, much to your satisfaction and despair. There are some days where Hoetaek nearly tortures you, bringing you to the tipping point and drawing you back before you can fall over.

Luckily today is not one of those days. He finishes you off and you yell, his mouth flooded by your sweetness, smearing it over his lips and chin as he works you through. Your legs are shaky with exertion but you still call out for him to take his own pleasure.

Hoetaek won’t lie and say that he didn’t tremble a little as he sinks into you, watching in awe as you throw your head back and call out for him. He’s the desperate one now, torn between dragging it out while you’re sensitive or chasing his end after having his pants grow tortuously tight while he pleasured you. The latter prevails after you look at him with wet eyes, legs wrapping around his waist and pulling him into you.

His own groans are almost musical, pitch rising as he spills himself. Hoetaek is always so gentle with you in the aftermath. Hands guiding you into the shower to rinse off, a soft towel to wipe you clean.

Moments like this are your favourite, resting your head against his chest as he hums something softly while carding fingers through your hair. Skin against skin, you’ve never felt closer. Before you know it, you’re drifting off, his voice a soft echo at the back of your mind, letting you know how much he loves you.

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(don't) wait up on me

wooseok x reader

summary: moving in with your childhood friend/former crush doesn't seem like a good idea but you were just so bad at saying no...

tags: childhood friends, roommates, mutual pining, slow burn, jealousy (y/n is dating someone else in between), severe case of idiots to lovers, hurt/comfort, gn reader (but wears make up/jewlery), reader is a year older, somewhat alternating pov, SFW; warnings: alcohol consumption

word count: ~13k

a/n: back with some ptg after a long time~ so i started writing this fic in september 2022 and uuuh i wasn't sure i would ever complete it but it would have been such a waste to abandon this when it already had over 10k. i wont lie this story is definitely a little messy but somehow i'm still attached, maybe just bc it's been with me for so long. either way i hope you enjoy. &go listen to navy blue or sth~

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You'd known Wooseok since you were in first grade, when his family moved in next to yours. He was a year younger than you and so incredibly adorable. The two of you immediately grew close. Neither of you had any actual siblings but Wooseok really felt like a younger brother to you.

He followed you around so much, you probably spent more time together than apart.

Your parents were just as close and it wasn’t uncommon for both families to have dinner together. His mom clearly adored you, treating you as if you were her child as well. Their flat felt like a second home to you.

You went to the same schools too (you teased him about it, saying things like "aw, can't believe you followed me to middle school and now you're following me to high school too" without meaning anything by it, the way the tips of his ears grew red going unnoticed).

He hit a growth spurt sometime around high school, towering over most of his classmates and absolutely towering over you. Maybe things started to feel a little different to you, but you decided to ignore it. You had to ignore it in order to keep the friendship you had intact.

Even though you'd both hit puberty and all that stuff, he still didn't cut it down on the physical contact, throwing himself onto you like a giant dog that doesn't realize how big he is. The way it made your heart race felt all kinds of wrong. He was supposed to be like a brother to you!

After high school you moved away to study. You purposely chose a university a little further off, in order to put some distance between the two of you and get over this. (If Wooseok found himself tearing up a bit after sending you off he didn't let on.)

Wooseok and you had never texted much and suddenly starting with it now would have been awkward. So, aside from the one or the other "how have you been" or "look what i saw the other day" you were barely in touch, spare for the few weekends you visited home.

You found yourself missing him, but it also made you feel relieved when it gave the desired effect: You started thinking about him less, and even when you saw him the weird feelings from before had subsided.

When the time came for Wooseok to apply to universities as well, he applied to yours as well (just because it has a very good reputation for his subject of course!)

He didn't tell you, feeling kinda awkward about suddenly texting you with info like that. But when the acceptance letter came in he felt like it was too late to tell you. What was he supposed to say? By the way, I applied to your university and will go there next semester?

He didn't have to tell you though, because his mom already did it in his place.

After your move, she would send you food from time to time and the well mannered kid you were, you’d always call to give her your thanks.

In one of these calls—you wanted to thank her for the kimchi she’d sent—she told you about Wooseok being accepted to your university and looking for a place to live now.

The information caught you off guard. Of course, you hadn’t talked as much these days, but you still wondered why he didn’t tell you himself. You would have been so proud of him for getting accepted, especially since your university had a good reputation in the field he wanted to study. So why?

Still a little under shock, you barely paid attention when his mom continued on, about how she’d feel so much more at ease if she knew that Wooseok wouldn’t be by himself in the big town and how your mom had also told her that your lease was running out soon.

When a random, affirmative “mhm” of yours was met with excitement and relief at the other end of the line you knew you’d gotten yourself into something stupid.

“Really, y/n, I’m so glad that the two of you will live together. Of course, we’ll help you look for a flat.”

You didn’t quite share her excitement, but you also couldn’t back out now, not when she always treated you so well. And it wasn’t as though you were uncomfortable with Wooseok. You’d long gotten over whatever those odd feelings were!

Wooseok also wasn’t the fondest of his mom's administrations. She had practically painted him to be some lost helpless country bumpkin who wouldn’t survive a day in the city by himself. And that was the last thing he wanted you to think about him.

He'd always hated being a year younger than you, because he felt as if it caused him to miss out on so much. Not only had he never had the chance to be in the same classes with you; he also felt as if you didn’t take him seriously. Neither you nor your friends ever considered him cool. No, he was always just the cute "brother" that you took care of.

So yes, his mom doing this bothered him. But at the same time it was only thanks to her that he got to live with you now. And how could he ever hate that?

Seeing you everyday didn't really help the crush he had on you. The domesticity of it all was painful to bear; the way you looked all cute and sleepy when you got your morning coffee or how you rested your head against his shoulder as if it was nothing, while the two of you were huddled together on your tiny couch.

You got closer again too, of course you were, you were literally living together.

And even though he loved it to be close to you again, it also made him realize how truly impossible it seemed for you to see him as anything more than a friend or little brother.

It also felt as if you were drawing some kind of line between the two of you. You knew his friends and they sometimes hung out at the flat. At this point they were your friends too and when Hyunggu or whoever was hosting a party it was a given that Wooseok could bring you along.

But you never really let him spend time with your friends nor did you invite them over. It made him feel left out.

(You, of course, had a reason for that—but how would he know that?)

One evening when you got up from the couch, leaving the movie night behind in favor of getting ready to go out with your friends, he felt himself getting upset, a little jealous. Why couldn't you just stay home with him? Or your friends could come over instead? He didn't say that though. Instead he just watched you scurry around with a pout. When you retrieved something from the couch table, something inside of him snapped and he latched onto your wrist.

You chuckled the way one would laugh at the cute actions of a child and tried to shake him off, telling him you really had to get ready.

But instead of letting you go he just moved to wrap his arms around your waist.

"Can't you just stay home today?" he asked, still pouting but not looking up at you.

You felt your breathing catch and your heart skip a beat but quickly shook the feeling off. Chuckling again, you peeled his arms off and told him to stop being a baby.

He mumbled a barely audible "I'm not being a baby,” but you didn’t pay it any mind. Instead, you finished getting ready, grabbed your keys and made your way to the front door.

“Don’t wait up on me,” you shouted from the hallway, before letting the door fall shut behind you.

The sentiment of his touch still lingered, leaving a tingly feeling in its wake. You knew this was bad, really bad.It was as if all the progress, the moving on, that you’d worked so hard on had gone down the drain in a split second, just because of a mere touch.

You leaned against the closed door for a moment, taking a few steadying breaths before reaching for your phone to text your best friend Claire. Sadly, your hand came up empty. You’d left your phone on the table.

But you didn’t want to go back inside, you couldn’t. So you decided to just leave, hurrying to make it on time to your meeting place with Claire.

She noticed right away that something was up with you, immediately asking if something had finally happened between you and Wooseok.

See, that’s the problem with oversharing: Even when you think they will never meet the person in question since he literally lives in a different town, you could never be entirely sure. And then you’re stuck with a best friend who knows that you used to crush on your now-roommate and teases you about it relentlessly.

When she wiggled her eyebrows at you knowingly, it was reconfirmed once more that not letting her meet him for more than a split second was the right choice. You loved Claire with all your heart, but you couldn’t trust her to keep her mouth shut.

She eventually let the topic go though, after you insisted that nothing had happened, and you made your way to the party she’d been invited to. It was her lawyer boyfriend’s crowd. Most people there seemed to be a little older than you, 4 to 5 years maybe, and so put together that you felt out of place in your worn out sneakers.

You sat in some corner nursing your drink when a guy came up to sit next to you asking if you were doing okay. He was handsome with his slicked back hair and the rolled up sleeves of his white dress shirt.

He wanted to know what's wrong and because he was so sweet and because you were already getting tipsy, you actually told him about what was preying on your mind. He listened to you calmly, letting you get it all out. Then he smiled softly. “Maybe you just needed a bit of a distraction?”

You didn't sleep with him that night. You could have, it was clear from the way he looked at you. But you hadn’t wanted to and he hadn’t pressured you either.

Instead you just talked for a really long time at the party and he walked you back to the station afterwards. You talked so much and walked so slowly that you missed your bus, so he offered to call you a cab. You declined, but he insisted.

Before the cab arrived he asked if he could have your number.

An apologetic smile crossed your face. “I actually forgot my phone.”

“Ah I see, guess I'm being rejected.” He chuckled defeatedly.

“No, I promise it’s not an excuse. I really did forget my phone. My friend scolded me about it too.”

He considered you for a moment, his gaze wandering from one eye to the other before he nodded slowly.

“Mhm, then, how about this-” He started cramming out a pen and a piece of paper from his bag, scribbling something down before he handed it to you. “I’ll just give you my number, and if you feel like it you text me. And if you don’t, you don’t. Okay?”

You nodded. “Okay.”

The cab arrived and he paid before opening the door for you and saying goodbye with a kiss to your cheek.

It was probably around 3 or 4 am when you unlocked the door to your apartment. You tried to be quiet, tiptoeing through the living room to get to your room, when you noticed soft breathing noises. Wooseok was curled up on the sofa, that was way too small for his height, sleeping soundly.

You walked over and pulled a blanket over him, shaking your head with a fond smile. "I told you not to wait up on me,” you whispered barely audibly, more to yourself than to him.

He blinked his eyes open and looked at you through the dark, his hand latching onto yours.

"You forgot your phone.” His voice was thick with sleep. “I was worried.”

You swallowed around the lump that was building in your throat and pulled your hand away.

"If you're awake now you should go to sleep in your bed.”

He made some grumpy noise instead of a proper reply and you just disappeared to your room.

When you were laying in bed, you still saw his sleepy eyes in front of you, looking at you through the darkness with drowsy affection.

It drove you crazy.

You tiptoed out of bed and got the little piece of paper out of your jeans pocket, before you slipped back under your blankets.

And then you texted the guy.

You met up with him a few times after that and he absolutely pampered you. He was always so sweet, inviting you to dinner or a coffee and seeing you home afterwards.

Wooseok caught on eventually, watching you with eagle eyes when you put on perfume or wore shoes that he knew you saved for important occasions. You didn't have to say you were going on dates for him to know and when he eventually asked about it you admitted to meeting someone.

It stung when he heard you say it but he couldn't stop his curiosity. So he asked more about him, his name and what he was doing and how old he was.

He immediately regretted asking. Knowing that he was older and a lawyer just made his insecurities worse. Curiosity killed the cat has never rang so true.

Why did it have to be someone older than you? Why did it have to be someone with a proper job and money while he was just some broke student?That guy would treat you to fancy dinners, while Wooseok was the pathetic roommate for whom you had to cover the rent when his money was getting tight. It haunted him but he couldn't say anything about it. What right did he have?

You started spending less time at the flat and more time with the lawyer guy.

It was good to have a distraction, you told yourself (even if it didn't really work at all. even if you were still thinking about Wooseok all the time, the way he looked at you, the way his hand felt wrapped around your wrist).

Aside from your uncooperative heart, the dates were going well. It had felt a little one sided at first, you only sharing your worries and him not sharing any of his. But as you spent more time together he also started to confide in you about stress from work. He told you about his family too, his older sister, his mom and all these things.

"Maybe you can meet them sometime" he said one afternoon and it sounded casual but when you met his eyes you felt a heavy meaning behind it.

You just smiled and nodded, saying you'd love to but feeling a little unsettled about it. Maybe it wasn't fair to meet him when you were clearly having feelings for someone else.

He noticed your sudden change in mood though and reassuringly took your hand in his.

"No pressure, dear. I'm not trying to force you into anything, okay?"

He was always like that, showing you how interested he was in you but still giving you time and space.

Eventually, he asked you if you wanted to make it official and date him. You hesitated, not sure if it was okay to say yes, but he smiled softly and told you that he didn’t mind if you didn't feel that way about him yet or that you were still hung up on your childhood friend. You could just try, right?

So you found yourself saying yes.

Dating him was nice. He still treated you well, taking you out for dinner or buying presents for you (even though you kept insisting he didn't need to). You started spending most of your weekends at his place and it almost felt as if you were living someone else's life.

His flat was big and clean and fancy. There weren't any dirty dishes on the counter (that Wooseok didn't do again), because your boyfriend had a dishwasher that took care of it. His couch too looked expensive and was actually big enough for two people to sit on comfortably. (Nothing like the small ratty couch in your flat, that barely fit Wooseok on it by himself, leaving the two of you to always huddle together in order not to fall off.)

Everything in your boyfriend's flat was better from an objective point of view. But it didn't feel much like a home.

You were at his place again that weekend, sitting together on his couch and watching TV.

After glancing at the time and realizing it was already afternoon you untangled yourself from him in order to head back.

"You don't have to go home though. You can just stay."

You shook your head. “I can’t, I have to prepare for my classes.”

“Can’t you do it from here?”

“I don’t have my things here.”

“Why not?”

"Huh?" You looked at him in confusion.

"I mean. Why don't you have some of your things here?"

"What do you mean?"

"You're here every weekend anyway. Why not leave some stuff here?"

You just stared at him, not knowing how to reply. It never occurred to you to do that. Somehow you'd always felt like a guest in his home. Clearly it hadn't been his intention to make you feel that way but you did and it didn’t seem appropriate for a guest to leave things around.

"Or you know," he continued "you could also just move in. I have enough space."

You hadn’t known what to say before, but now you were completely at a loss of words. You just stared at him in disbelief. Eventually, he smiled and leaned in to you, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear before he got up from the couch.

"Just think about it, hm?"

You nodded and then he helped you gather your clothes and drove you back.

When you reached home Wooseok was sitting in the living room. He barely acknowledged you walking in. Things had been like this between the two of you for a while now; a little awkward, a little cold. You hated it but maybe that’s what was necessary in order to get over him?

You sighed and went to the kitchen, being welcomed by a stash of dishes in the sink. It struck a nerve with you, but you didn’t want to pick a fight, so you just sighed again. After getting yourself a glass of water you disappeared into your room to prepare for classes. But somehow you couldn’t stop thinking about what your boyfriend had said. Maybe it wasn't a bad idea?

When you got out of your room later that evening with your laptop under your arm Wooseok was sitting there again (or still?). You squeezed yourself onto the couch next to him, but instead of scooting over he just got up to leave without even saying a single word.

It made you angry. Why was he treating you like this? You glared after him but when he didn't turn around you snapped.

"Are you being serious right now?!"

He turned around then, looking annoyed. "What?"

"Are you seriously going to ignore me like this? You haven't seen me all weekend and this is what I come home to?!"

You were angry but mostly you were hurt by his behavior.

Wooseok just shrugged. "If it bothers you then don't come home I guess. You're at his flat all the time anyway, why do you even bother?"

That stung. That really really stung.

You didn't want to have tears welling up in your eyes but you couldn't help it.

"Maybe I should! He asked me to move in with him, and I might just say yes!"

You shut your laptop angrily to get back to your room. When you walked past him Wooseok was looking at you with big eyes.

"...are you really?"

You avoided his gaze. "Maybe. What's it to you?"

With that you disappeared to your room, slamming the door behind you.

After the fight you texted your boyfriend if you could stay with him for a bit. So, the next day after classes he used his break to pick you up before driving back to work. Left alone in the flat you felt a little lost. You'd never been there by yourself and somehow you were worried about touching or dirtying or using anything. What if something broke? You supposed though, that this feeling would go away if you stayed a little longer. You sat down on his couch to do your university work and then ordered food because you didn't dare to use his kitchen.

You stayed like this with him for a few days, him often working late but always making sure to call you in his lunch break. It was sweet, really.

One evening, when he came home a little earlier than usual, he caught you sitting on the couch, the pizza carton from your dinner still on the couch table. He looked at it kinda funnily and you immediately apologized for not throwing it out yet.

But he just shook his head with a smile. "Y/n, have you been ordering pizza for dinner every day this week?"

"...maybe."

He laughed softly before he leaned in to kiss you on the cheek. “You know I have a kitchen right? You're allowed to use it."

You chuckled awkwardly. “I'll keep that in mind."

And yet, the next day, you found yourself eating pizza again.

As the end of the week approached, you realized you hadn't packed for staying a long time. Of course, you could hypothetically wash at his place but it was another thing you didn't feel comfortable doing and somehow the prospect of him handling your dirty laundry felt even worse. So, it was time to stop at home to pick up some fresh clothes …or to go home for good.

The two of you were cuddling on Thursday night, when you told him and he was mumbling into your neck that he could just drive you on the weekend. But you insisted on going by yourself. You felt it was better not to let him run into Wooseok right now but you didn't tell him that.

When you unlocked the door at home on Friday it was so quiet you assumed you were alone. You went to the kitchen to fetch your favorite tea. But as soon as you walked in, you stilled for a moment. It was squeaky clean, no dishes anywhere, nor any crumbs.

Still caught up in your surprise you didn't notice that Wooseok had walked up to the kitchen.

"You're back," he said, standing in the door frame with big surprised eyes.

Seeing him again after a few days made your chest feel warm. None of the anger of the last time you'd seen him was left, you were just glad to have him around. You looked at him for a moment before you shrugged.

"This is still my home too, you know."

"I thought… maybe you wouldn't come back anymore."

You raised the package of tea in some sort of wave. "I'm just picking up a few things."

Wooseoks face fell. "Oh."

“Yeah.”

The air between you turned tense again, so you tried to escape the situation by slipping past him into the living room to gather some things. Wooseok silently trailed behind you like a lost puppy, as you went from room to room to put this and that into your bag. When you went over to your bed to pack your pillow, Wooseok was watching you from the door frame.

"Can't you just... stay?"

You already wanted to decline but when you looked up and your eyes met his, your heart sank. He looked so sad. You just couldn't say no to him

You put your pillow back down before you slowly nodded. "Maybe just for a bit."

The two of you made some makeshift dinner in the kitchen together and even though it was a bit of an interesting combination it tasted like heaven after days of pizza only. The rest of the evening was spent huddled together on the couch. It felt familiar and comfortable and like home. Only now you realized how much you'd missed this over the past week.

You completely forgot that you were supposed to go back to your boyfriend, only getting reminded when your phone vibrated on the table later that night, a message popping up on the screen.

where are you?

Wooseok must have seen it too from the way he quickly averted his eyes when you glanced over at him. He was trying really hard to look anywhere but your phone screen, when you picked it up to reply.

sorry I’ll stay home after all

Then you set your phone aside again, resting your head against Wooseok’s shoulder and focusing back on the movie.

After a while he cleared his throat.

"Don't you have to like... go back to your boyfriend or something?" It sounded timid.

"Not today."

You thought you saw a little smile tug at the corners of his lips but you didn't comment on it.

It was the first weekend in a while that you were spending at the flat with Wooseok. It really felt as if you'd never fought in the first place and you could almost trick yourself into thinking the awkwardness hadn't happened either.

But then from time to time there were small moments where you felt as if he was tiptoeing around you, like the way his hand sometimes halted before touching you and then pulled away, or how he looked at you as if you could just disappear any second.

On Monday you had to go back to your boyfriend’s place since you'd left your laptop (and other things) at his and you could only last so long without them.

Somehow you felt caught between the chairs. You knew your boyfriend would want you to stick around. But you’d only just made up with Wooseok and you didn’t want to leave him alone again. You couldn’t.

You went to his flat when you knew he was at work, messaging him that you'd pick up your things. He didn't seem happy about it but he didn't try to stop you either. What he did try though, was telling you to wait until the evening so he could drive you home. But you felt as if in the end, instead of driving you home he'd probably convince you to stay after all so you declined.

You met up with him later that week for dinner. He picked you up with a flower bouquet in his hand. Even now after you’d been dating for a while, he was still showering you in small gifts and tokens. It honestly felt a little too much, as if he was trying to buy your affection, but you tried to be grateful, since convincing him to stop hadn’t worked.

While the two of you were sitting at your table, waiting for the food to come, he asked you if you'd thought about moving in together.

“I’m not trying to pressure you,” he assured. “I just want to know what you’re thinking.”

You slowly moved your head from side to side. “Honestly, I don’t know. I’ve only just patched things up with Wooseok, I don’t want to risk this…”

Your boyfriend nodded but there was worry in his eyes.

"I know you don't want to hurt him. But you can't always put him first, dear. Maybe a little distance would be for the best. You need to stop waiting for something that won’t happen."

His words made you swallow. Was that really what it was? Were you waiting? And did it really have no chance of happening?

You switched topics after that, talking about this and that, from work and university to your upcoming birthday. He asked if you’d be okay to spend your birthday evening with him since it conveniently fell onto a Saturday. Somehow you considered for a moment, racking your brains for potential reasons to decline, before ultimately saying yes when you came up empty.

After dinner, the two of you strolled through town for a bit. Most shops were already closed but you stopped here and there to gaze in through the lit up store windows. At a jeweler, your gaze got stuck on a necklace in the display. Your boyfriend noticed and smiled.

"You like that one, huh?"

"Yeah. actually—no that will probably sound childish."

Your boyfriend bumped you in the side "No, tell me."

"Actually that necklace is from an older collection. It came out years ago and I fell in love at first sight when I saw it back then."

"Oh, like what happened when I first saw you?" He grinned and you rolled your eyes before turning back to the necklace.

"I actually made a promise to myself back then. That I would buy it with my first proper paycheck."

"That's cute,” he said and it somehow made you feel childish after all. It made sense though, the price of the necklace was probably just peanuts to him with his well paying lawyer job. You shook your head and dragged him to move on. "Let’s go."

When your birthday rolled around you were woken up by a timid knock on your door. You groaned in reply and Wooseok shuffled in, a glass with chocolate milk in his hand. It was a small tradition from when you were kids to have chocolate milk with colorful sugar sprinkles on birthdays. The last time you’d done this was probably when you were around 7th grade, so him reviving this tradition now that you were living together warmed your heart.

He set it onto your night stand with a small smile. “Happy birthday, y/n.”

You sat up in bed to take a sip from it. "Thank you.”

“You have a little—” Wooseok chuckled, gesturing at his lips. “Yeah, you got it,” he continued as your tongue darted out to get rid of the milk stuck on your upper lip.

Then you realized the slightly burned smell wafting into your room.

"Uhm, Wooseok, do you have something on the stove?"

His eyes grew wide and he rushed out of the room with a panicked “Oh, no, the pancakes!”

When you came to the kitchen a little later, it was an utter mess. Wooseok was scurrying around trying to plate some slightly burned pancakes with cinnamon and maple syrup. As soon as he noticed your presence, he started pouting.

"You weren't supposed to come in," he complained, his eyes wandering to the little tray he'd started to prepare with a glass of orange juice and the plate of pancakes on it.

Seeing the effort he’d put into this (even if it didn’t go perfectly well) gave you a fuzzy feeling in your stomach.

"Sorry," You said with an apologetic smile, feeling sorry for destroying the surprise. "But this way we can eat together?"

He was still pouting but reluctantly agreed and the two of you sat at the table to have breakfast. He told you about what he'd come up with for your birthday, giving you a bunch of options to choose from. It included stuff like watching your favorite movie, going to the zoo, taking a walk, playing laser tag, etc.

It was cute how he'd thought about what to do for your birthday but still gave you room to choose yourself. Honestly speaking, you wanted to do everything on his list.

Sadly, since you'd promised to have an early dinner with your boyfriend, that fell flat. He'd managed to reserve a table at a really fancy restaurant that had a sheer endless waiting list. So, since you’d taken your time with breakfast and would have to get ready before dinner there wasn't really that much time to do many things from the list.

You didn't dare to look up at Wooseok when you told him.

"Oh," he replied. "But, uhm, do you still want to do something before that though?"

“I’d love that.” A relieved smile washed over his face at your words.

The two of you decided to get some coffee from your favorite café and then just strolled through the park close to your college. Two geese were waddling around on the grass, loudly quacking at each other.

"Don't they kinda sound like old ladies having an argument?" You giggled.

Wooseok joined in on your laughter. "Marianne," he quacked. "Did you really bring your divorced son to church on sunday?!"

You bursted into laughter, almost spitting out the sip of coffee in your mouth.

"Listen, Karen," You chimed in, your voice funny too. "The lord forgives all."

The two of you fooled around like that for a while, Wooseok making you laugh to the point where tears formed in your eyes. You couldn't remember the last time you'd had this much fun. While your boyfriend was a sweetheart, he wasn't one to joke around that much.

After a while your eyes fell onto a clock in the park making your eyes grow wide. It was way later than anticipated and you really had to get going now in order to get ready. You didn't want to admit it but you would have much rather spend your time with Wooseok than to go to that fancy dinner. But the table was already booked and you'd promised to go. So, the two of you went home, you got ready and then waited for your boyfriend to pick you up.

The restaurant was really nice but it once again gave you that feeling of living someone else's life instead of your own. That feeling had been exciting at first, but it was slowly starting to shift to something slightly uncomfortable. Maybe you liked your own life better, burned pancakes and all.

It was just an evening though! And your boyfriend had gone all out to make this possible!

The tiny meals with their fancy names didn't mean anything to you and maybe pizza would have done the job but you smiled and nodded when asked if it was tasty. You shared a dessert, some fancy flan with liquor in it. It was a little too bitter for you but you didn't want to say. You already felt like a child between all these chic people, you didn't want to out yourself as someone with a childlike palate on top of it.

"I hope you enjoyed dinner?" your boyfriend asked with the sweetest smile

You smiled and nodded, opening your mouth when he held out a spoon full of dessert for you.

"You really didn't have to do all this though," You said after you swallowed.

"But i wanted to"

"Thank you."

"Now are you ready for your present?"

You looked at him in confusion. You thought this dinner itself was already the present. What more was going to come?

He took out a small box from his jacket and slid it over to you.

"What is this?" Your hands felt oddly sweaty. It obviously wasn't a ring – the box was long and flat – but it still looked expensive.

"Open it.”

The moment your eyes fell onto the shiny necklace inside, you started feeling sick to your stomach.

It was pretty, of course it was. Because this was your necklace. The necklace you'd wanted to buy yourself.

You didn't know what to say and just stared at it.

"Are you happy?"

You felt like crying.

No, you weren't happy at all but you also couldn't really say that after receiving an expensive gift, right?

"Uh- it's unexpected," You pressed out.

"I knew how much you wanted this."

"...Yeah"

"You were giving me a hint when you told me that story weren’t you?"

Your head shot up and you stared at him in confusion. "What?"

“I thought you were trying to tell me to get it for you, since you can't afford it.”

“No,” You whispered, your voice shaking. "I meant it when I said I wanted to get it for myself.”

"Ah, I see. But now you can just save up for something else instead." He looked caught off guard at first but quickly smiled again. “Shall we slowly get going?"

You nodded, still feeling sick. You closed the box again and stuffed it into your bag while your boyfriend paid. When you left he reached out for one of your hands but you put them into your pockets, pretending not to notice.

"You're coming home with me, right?"

You knew it had been implied in the plans to go back to his place and spend the night together. But right now you just wanted to go home.

Why did you always have to go to his place anyway? Of course, he didn't have a roommate and it was a bigger place and all that. But from time to time it would have been nice if he'd at least offered to come visit you instead of always assuming that you'd to come over…

When you didn't reply he softly nudged you in the side.

"Where are you with your head, love?"

"Ah," you looked at him before averting your eyes again. "Sorry."

"Don't worry about it." His hand pushed back a strand of your hair that had fallen into your forehead. "By the way, where is the necklace? Should I put it on for you?"

"I'm already wearing my scarf now." You chuckled in an attempt to make it come out more lighthearted, but it just sounded awkward. "Maybe later."

"We can just take the scarf off and put it back on?" He suggested, his hand already moving to remove it.

You stopped him by holding onto the soft fabric.

"Maybe later," You repeated with a little more force this time

"Okay."

"Yeah."

"So, should we go home?" He asked and it somehow irked you how naturally he referred to his place as home, as if it was yours too.

"I think I want to go back to my place tonight, I'm kinda tired."

He frowned. "What's up with you?"

"I just—It was just a lot today."

"Is it about the necklace?"

You didn't reply.

"Does it bother you that I got it for you?"

"I just," you pressed out, your voice feeling choked up "It was something i wanted to get for myself..."

He sighed. "Don't be so upset, dear. It was a simple miscommunication. You can just buy a different necklace or spend your money on other things.”

He didn't seem to get your point at all.

"I don't want to spend my money on other things."

"Are you really angry at me for buying you a necklace you wanted?!"

You shrugged, fighting against the tears welling up in your eyes.

"I didn't just want the necklace. I wanted to buy it."

"Fine," he said, sounding annoyed. You couldn't remember hearing his voice like this before. "If it bothers you so much we can just bring it back and you can choose a different one. And then someday if you have the money you can buy this one for yourself.”

"It won't be the same anymore. If I buy it now it won't feel the same.”

"So what do you want me to do then?"

"I don't know. I just wanna go home."

“Okay. I'll drive you.”

You shook your head. “No, not today.”

"C'mon just let me drive you. I'll feel unsettled to let you go by yourself at this time of day."

"I'm okay. Really. So please..."

"Fine." He turned to go to his car that one of the restaurant’s workers had already driven up again.

"Wait," you followed a few steps behind.

He turned back at you with a smug smile, ready to open his car door for you. But instead he was met with the little jewelry box that you held out to him.

He sighed. "You really don't want to keep it?"

"I can't."

You watched him as he drove off and the second he was gone you crouched down on the pavement, sobbing.

You were hurt and frustrated. Of course, your boyfriend hadn't meant any harm, but it felt as if he didn't understand you at all. Him gifting you this necklace almost felt as if he was looking down on you, telling you that you wouldn't ever be able to afford it yourself anyway. Maybe you were being overly petty about this, but you wished he had at least said sorry instead of only justifying himself or trying to convince you it wasn't something to be hurt about. He'd tainted this for you and even if you'd buy this necklace for yourself someday it would always have a bitter after taste.

You cried and sobbed your heart out, ignoring the odd looks you got from people passing by. You didn't feel like getting up and walking to the station, nor did you want to sit in the tram looking like this. But you couldn't call a cab, because your boyfriend was right, you were just some dumb little girl without money.

This was probably the worst birthday you’d ever had, you thought. But then you remembered the way it started, and the memory of it managed to put a small smile on your lips.

You took out your phone and opened Wooseok’s chat.

can you pick me up? you texted, your finger hovering over the button for a while before pressing send.

It took like two seconds before Wooseok replied and asked for your location. You sent it to him and then stuffed your phone back into your pocket, hugging your legs to your chest and waiting for him to arrive. Your cheeks felt weird from all the crying and your nose was running and you were cold and you just hoped he’d be there soon.

It probably took him around 15 minutes and you had no idea how he’d managed to do that. He came to a halt with his bicycle when he spotted you, getting off the saddle and pushing it towards you. There was worry in his eyes and his breath came out in puffs and you'd never been this glad to see someone before.

Wooseok didn't ask any questions. Instead, he just parked his bike and crouched down in front of you. He got out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped away your tears and helped you blow your nose. You should have probably felt terrible about it, having someone younger than you take care of you like that, but you just let it happen.

He helped you up and told you to hold on tight when you got onto the back of his bicycle. You wrapped your arms around his waist and leaned your head against his back. The warmth of his body felt soothing and comforting and you just let him take you home in silence.

As soon as you arrived, he absolutely babied you, making tea and wrapping you into a cozy blanket as you huddled together on the couch.

He still didn't ask what happened and you were grateful for it, not really ready to talk about it and also unsure if maybe you'd overreacted after all and the whole fight was ridiculous.

Wooseok put on your comfort movie on the TV and you rested your head against his shoulder, feeling your eyes fall shut not even a third into the movie.

When you woke up the next day, you found yourself tugged to bed without any memory of getting there. You were still drowsy and sleepy and not aware of your surroundings or anything, really.

Checking your phone for the time, you noticed that your boyfriend had left you a message asking if you got home safely. Seeing it made the memories of the evening return. You recalled the overly fancy dinner and most of all you recalled his oh so thoughtful gift.

Tears immediately welled up in your eyes again and you hated it. It made you feel pathetic and as though you were making a big deal out of nothing. Maybe you really were being overdramatic, making it bigger than it was.

But it felt as if he destroyed something really important to you. It hurt.

What hurt even more was that he clearly didn't understand your problem at all. To him it was just some necklace, he couldn't see the value behind it. He couldn't see that it was more than a necklace to you. It was a symbol of making it, of achieving something by yourself. It stood for independence. And he took that all away from you, by buying you the one thing you didn’t want anyone else to get for you.

You set your phone aside without opening his message and buried yourself under your blanket again, unwilling to face the day yet.

It was Sunday, so with no classes to attend you were free to do just that. For a while you drifted in and out of sleep, finding yourself sobbing into your pillow in between.

All of this made you feel so wrong.

It wasn't just the necklace. The necklace somehow triggered something bigger; it made you question your whole relationship with him. It made you question why you always felt like someone else when you were with him. As if you were a little kid trying on your mom's high heels.

And you were tired of it. You wanted your own shoes back.

After a while—you must have slipped back to sleep yet again—you heard soft knocking against your door. When you groaned in reply, the door opened a crack and Wooseok stuck his head in.

"Y/n?" he asked softly before slipping into the room and closing the door behind him, a steaming cup in his hand.

You hid your face behind the blanket, convinced that you must be looking like pure horror from all the crying. Heck, now that you thought of it you couldn't remember taking off your make up yesterday so you probably had terrible panda eyes. Probably already did by the time Wooseok picked you up yesterday.

It was quiet for a moment, before you heard the hesitant shuffling of steps coming closer.

"I made you tea."

You didn't reply nor did you come out from under the blanket.

"Uh, I'll just–uh–put this here," he mumbled and you heard him set the cup onto your night stand.

It got quiet again and you thought he'd leave but then you felt the mattress dip as he sat down on the edge of it. He sat there for a while not really saying anything. You didn't move either.

"Are you okay?" he eventually tried again.

"I'm okay," you replied but your voice came out croaky and thin.

"Won't you come out?"

You shook your head.

"Why not?"

"I'm a mess"

"C'mon, y/n, i saw you after your wisdom tooth removal when you were drooling all over yourself. What could be worse than that?"

He had a point there. This was Wooseok after all, he already saw your most shameful sides anyway. Hesitantly, you pulled down the blanket revealing your puffy face.

Wooseok smiled at you softly. “See? I've totally encountered worse."

Now you had to giggle too and it somehow made tears roll down your cheeks again.

Wooseok's eyes grew wide and he panicked, lifting his hands to do something, anything, against the tears but not really knowing what. Watching flail so helplessly made you giggle more which in turn made you cry more too. You wiped at the corners of your eyes still smiling as you mumbled a quiet "You're an idiot."

He shrugged. “Takes one to know one."

You just rolled your eyes at him and it got quiet again.

"Tea?" Wooseok asked after a while.

You nodded before sitting up in your bed, leaning against the headboard. He reached out to you, as if he was trying to help you sit (even though you clearly didn't need the help) before he moved his attention to the tea instead, passing the cup to you. You took it in both hands, blowing on it a few times before taking a careful sip.

"Do you want to tell me what happened?"

You didn't look up at him and stared at the steam of your cup instead. "I don't know."

"You don't have to"

"It's probably stupid anyway."

"If it makes you cry like that it isn't stupid."

You swallowed, feeling tears well up yet again at his words. For fucks sake why couldn't you just stop crying already?!

You shrugged. “We went out for dinner."

"Okay," he replied patiently.

"He bought me jewelry."

"Mhm."

"A necklace."

"Okay."

"...It was my necklace," you finally supplied, convinced that Wooseok wouldn't even remember and that you'd have to explain more.

But the moment you said it his eyes widened in surprise "The first paycheck necklace?"

Somehow it moved you that he remembered it.

You nodded slowly.

"And did he uh... did he know?"

"...Yeah."

Wooseok frowned at you. "Then why would he buy it?!"

Relief washed over you when he asked that, making you feel less like an overdramatic nuisance and more as if your frustration about this was actually valid

"He meant well," you mumbled.

"You don't have to defend him."

"He thought i really wanted it," you defended him anyway.

"But you didn't just want it. You wanted to buy it yourself and he knew that."

You nodded. "Yeah."

He nodded too, realizing that maybe his words weren't the most comforting.

"I'm sorry that happened, y/n"

"Thank you."

"...so what will you do?"

"About him? I don't know..."

Wooseok hadn't meant him, he'd meant the necklace. But when you seemed so unsure about being with your boyfriend a small part of him felt hopeful, almost glad.

He immediately shushed that part though. You were having a horrible time and there was nothing he hated more than seeing you unhappy. This wasn't the time to hope for anything.

"Do you- uh," he interrupted himself, not sure what to do with himself. "Can I do anything for you?"

"Turn back time maybe?" A shallow laugh escaped your lips.

"You know I would," he said. And he meant it. If he could, he would turn back time to before you even met that guy. "But is there anything a little less impossible?"

Honestly, all you wanted right now were comfort cuddles, but you didn't know if you could ask for that. You stared at the tips of your fingers that were wrapped tightly around the tea cup.

"Maybe we could watch a movie?"

He smiled fondly and nodded.

"Wanna move to the living room then?"

You hesitated. "No."

"Oh." he blushed and looked away from you. "Okay. I'll uh get my laptop then..."

He got up again to leave, but before reaching the door he turned back around to you

"What about food?"

You shrugged.

"I'll get you something."

"...Thank you"

After a while, he came back, carrying way too many things at once as he maneuvered himself into the room. He had his laptop under his arm, a package of waffles in one hand, a small bowl with cut up apples in the other and it seemed like he had something in the pocket of his hoodie too.

You had to chuckle when you saw him coming in

"Do you need help?"

"Mostly I need you to scoot over a bit."

You obliged and he carefully set the food on your nightstand while you pulled out the laptop from underneath his arm.

He halted for a moment before he sat down next to you, slipping under the blanket that you held up for him.

Whatever was in his pocket was making a rustling plastic noise as he sat down.

"Ah, right," he mumbled, pulling out the package of cleansing tissues you usually kept in the bathroom and handing it over to you.

"You know, in case you want to..." He vaguely gestured at his face.

"That bad, huh.” You grabbed the package from his hand with a chuckle.

"It's fine."

You wiped your face, all the smeared left over makeup coming off, while he set up his laptop.

"So, what do you want to watch?"

"Something corny and romantic."

He scrunched up his face but didn't reject the idea. Instead he googled romantic movies and put on one that he'd heard of before.

In hindsight though, it probably hadn’t been the best choice.

You were munching on a waffle that Wooseok had passed to you as the first scene of Breakfast at Tiffany's rolled over the screen, Audrey Hepburn longingly staring at the bracelets behind the display window.

Wooseok noticed his mistake immediately but it was already too late. When he glanced over at you, big elephant tears were running down your cheeks again, dripping onto the waffle you were eating.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know— should I put on something else?"

You shook your head, still munching on the tear drained waffle.

"I gave it back to him," you mumbled between bites, your eyes still focused on the laptop screen where the movie continued.

"That's good."

"I really wanted to buy it."

"You could still buy it?"

You shook your head again before resting it against Wooseok's shoulder. You felt him tense up for a moment at the sudden proximity.

"It wouldn't be the same."

"... Yeah. I know."

For a while it was silent except for the sound of the movie running, but then Wooseok softly raised his voice again.

"We'll find something new." He scooted down on your bed a bit so he could rest his head against yours.

"We'll find something new that you can gift yourself. And then we won't tell anyone about it so no one can beat you to buying it because no one will know."

"You will know."

"Yeah. But I'd never buy it for you."

"Pinky promise?" You held out your hand in front of him and he intertwined your finger with his

"Pinky promise."

You knew you couldn’t just ghost your boyfriend forever, he didn’t deserve that. So after holing up at home with Wooseok the rest of the weekend, you decided to face the music on Monday.

You wrote him a message, telling him you got home well and if he was okay to meet up with you one of these days. The two of you decided on Tuesday. He asked if he should pick you up after classes and take you back to his place but you declined, asking for a walk in the park instead.

Frankly speaking, you weren’t sure how the conversation would go. You weren’t sure what consequences would be drawn for the two of you. But whether you’d break up or not you had the urge to meet in a neutral place. Somehow throughout this relationship, you’d always intruded in his places. Starting with the party where you met, a party of his friends where you’d barely belonged, and continuing from there: His home, his car, his favorite restaurants, the cafés he recommended—you were always his guest. But this time, you needed to be on equal footing.

“Are you going to… break up with him?” Wooseok asked hesitantly between spoons of ice cream, when you told him about it on Monday evening.

“I don’t know,” you replied truthfully, before dipping your spoon into the shared family pack that was sitting on the couch table.

He nodded. “Just do what feels right.”

“I’ll try.”

“Should we leave some of the ice cream in case you need it tomorrow?”

You looked at the box thoughtfully before taking another spoonful. “Nah, I don’t have that kind of self-restraint.”

“Thank god.”

“You know,” you mindlessly started again. “I wish I could have felt at home with him the way I do with you.”

Wooseok looked at you with an unsatisfied frown. "Why? Is it not enough when it's me you feel at home with? Isn’t one home enough?"

You giggled. “No, I think you’re right. It’s enough, as long as I have you.”

You weren’t sure what you’d had expected, but somehow everything felt off and different when you met your boyfriend on Tuesday. It was as if a single weekend had made strangers out of you.

From the moment your eyes met each other on your campus, the two of you were stiff. You didn’t know how to greet him. Were you supposed to kiss and hug? That’s what you usually did but today you didn’t want to.

Seemingly, your boyfriend had similar struggles because he just awkwardly raised his hand in a wave.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hey,” you replied.

You stood there for a moment, not knowing what to say before he nodded in the direction of the park. “Should we go?”

“Yeah…”

The weird silence returned as you set foot into the park and continued for quite a while afterwards. You could hear the geese quacking in the distance and you would have said something about it if the one walking with you had been Wooseok. But it wasn't.

“So,” he said eventually. “You didn’t just meet me to take a walk in silence right?”

“No.”

“Well, then talk.”

“I just… I felt really hurt about the present to be honest,” you carefully started.

He scoffed. “Yeah, I noticed.”

You immediately regretted bringing it up. Maybe you were being stupid for making such a fuss after all.

But then Wooseok’s words rang in your head again giving you a little confidence. If it makes you cry like that it isn't stupid.

You took a deep breath.

“I told you that I wanted to buy this necklace for myself and what it meant to me. So when you just bought it for me, it felt as if you didn’t listen to me.”

“I already told you it was a misunderstanding. Usually when your date brings up jewelry it’s because they want it. So I just assumed—is it really something to be so dramatic about?”

You frowned. “I’m allowed to feel hurt about this.”

“Well, I’m sorry you feel that way.”

He didn’t actually roll his eyes but his expression and the tone in his voice made you feel like he did. It was obvious that he didn’t feel sorry at all. And what kind of apology was that anyway? I’m sorry you feel that way? Shouldn’t it be I’m sorry I made you feel that way? But maybe you were being nit-picky.

When you didn’t reply he sighed. “So what now?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“Are we seriously breaking up because of a mere necklace?”

“I wasn’t–'' You interrupted yourself. What were you going to say? That you weren’t going to break up with him? Were you really not?

You shook your head defeatedly. “It’s more than that. But that you can’t see that and that it’s still just a mere necklace to you is part of the problem.”

“Well, if I can’t see it then explain it to me!” The way he raised his voice made you flinch, but you tried your best to stay composed and not let any insecurity show on your face.

Still, your voice quivered when you spoke up. “I just—I feel so small when I’m with you.”

“Small? That’s ridiculous.”

“I’m not saying it’s your fault. But when we’re together I feel small and pathetic. I just do. And I don’t want to feel that way anymore.”

He laughed. “Is this about him? Is he finally returning your feelings now?”

“What?! No! This is about me.”

“Sure, whatever. You can come pick up your things while I’m at work then.”

“I don’t have any things left at your place.”

“Right,” he sneered. “Even better then.”

He turned to walk away, just like that, leaving you standing in the park. You felt yourself choke up. How did things turn out this way? He’d been so sweet all this time, treating you so well. How could everything go down the drain like this? He’d always seemed so mature to you, so why was it you couldn’t talk things out with him?

The geese were closer now, waddling over the green lawn. They were quiet, no conversations of stuck up church ladies to be heard. Not that it made a difference.

With heavy steps you made your way home, bursting out in tears as soon as the door closed behind you. You knew that Wooseok was still at a lecture at this time, so nothing stopped you from crouching down on the floor and sobbing into your knees until no more tears were coming out. Then you trudged over to the couch and buried yourself under pillows and blankets.

Your mind briefly wandered to the ice cream and you were regretting now that you hadn’t saved any for today.

You must have fallen asleep at some point, because when you woke up, Wooseok was crouching down in front of the couch, looking at you with a worried frown.

“You okay?” He asked, even though you so obviously weren’t.

You shook your head, it was no use keeping up fronts with him anyway.

“Ice cream?”

“We ate it all yesterday.”

A winning smile tugged at his lips. “I bought a new one on my way home.”

“You’re the best. I really love you.”

You hadn’t meant to say that. Or maybe you had, but you clearly hadn’t meant anything by it. Friends say that sometimes, right?

Yet, you noticed the way Wooseok’s ears turned red as he stood up. He cleared his throat. “I’ll get us some spoons.”

“Thanks,” you croaked, desperately trying to play it cool. You’d only just broken up with your boyfriend today, it clearly wasn’t the right time for whatever this was.

He came back with the ice cream and the spoons, motioning for you to scoot over so he could sit next to you. Huddled together on the couch, you put on some movie and watched in silence, eating ice cream until you felt sick. Wooseok didn’t pressure you to tell him what happened, but you knew if you wanted to talk about it, he’d listen to you.

You didn’t feel like talking about it though, not yet. For now you just wanted to sit on the couch together, enjoying the familiarity of it all.

Eventually you felt yourself getting tired, your eyes unable to focus on the screen anymore, so you excused yourself to go to bed. As soon as you were lying in bed though, you were wide awake again, the argument with your boyfriend—ex-boyfriend—playing on repeat in your restless mind. You kept tossing and turning, unable to calm your thoughts.

It wasn’t necessarily that you regretted the break-up; how could you stay in a relationship that made you feel like you didn’t belong? But it hurt nonetheless. Despite everything you’d liked being with him. It hurt that it ended like this and it hurt that it ended at all.

Tears were welling up in your eyes again and you sobbed into your pillow, trying to muffle the sounds. You’d lost count of how often you’d cried over the past few days.

When you dragged out of your room around noon the next day, you found a very surprised Wooseok in the kitchen.

“Y/n? Don’t you have classes?”

You shrugged, before plopping down at the small kitchen table. “I‘m skipping.”

Wooseok frowned, worry written all over his face. But he didn’t comment on it further.

“Coffee?” He lifted the can, shaking it lightly.

When you nodded he got your favorite mug from the cupboard and poured you some, just the way he knew you liked it. You briefly wondered if your ex would have known how you drink your coffee.

Wooseok put the steaming mug onto the table in front of you before he sat down as well.

“You look tired,” he mumbled after a while. “Were you able to sleep?”

You shrugged again, not really knowing what to tell him. You’d barely gotten rest but it also felt too much to admit to that fact. “It’s fine.”

He didn’t seem satisfied at all but he didn’t press further.

“I have classes later, do you want me to bring something on the way back?” A small encouraging grin appeared on his lips. “More ice cream?”

Despite feeling miserable, the question got a little chuckle out of you. “I never thought I would say this but I think I’ve had enough ice cream for a while.”

“Alright, anything else? Or uhm—,” he halted, clearly contemplating if it was okay to address this or not before he continued. “Do you need me to pick anything up from his place?”

“No, I don’t have anything left there. Thank you though.”

He nodded. “It’s no problem.”

“Wooseok?”

“Hm?”

“Thank you.”

Wooseok chuckled. “You already said that?”

“No, I mean—thank you for being there for me.”

His eyes looked at you so fondly, it almost made your heart ache a little bit.

“Of course I am there for you. I—,” he halted. “I’m your friend.”

Somehow the break up was taking a real toll on you. Even though you hadn’t been dating for long, you felt incredibly lonely and there were all kinds of other feelings too that you didn’t want to address. It was a terrible thing to say, but despite the relationship in hindsight not being the best for either of you, you’d been grateful for the distraction it had provided. Now that it was over, you were alone again. Alone in your bed, alone with your thoughts, alone with your stupid feelings for someone you shouldn’t be having feelings for at all.

Your emotional tumult kept you tossing and turning night after night, leaving you tired and exhausted in the mornings.

Wooseok had noticed; you were convinced he had. He kept looking at you with worried eyes, clearly unsure if he should say anything or not. But what was he supposed to say anyway? It’s not like he could solve this.

Struggling to fall asleep yet another night, you eventually peeled yourself out of bed and made your way to the kitchen. Maybe drinking a cup of herbal tea could help you find some rest. You sat down at the table sipping on your tea when you heard a door open and Wooseok’s shuffled steps shortly after that as he followed the source of light to the kitchen.

He eyed you with a drowsy frown. “Why are you awake?”

You shrugged. “Couldn’t sleep. Did I wake you up?”

He ignored your question, the furrows between his eyebrows deepening even more. “You haven’t been sleeping these days, have you?”

You averted your gaze, almost feeling as if he was scolding you. “I’ve just been overthinking a lot.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Wooseok took a seat across from you. “Maybe I could have helped you?”

“How?” You huffed a laugh. “By staying awake as well?”

“I wouldn’t have minded.”

Judging by Wooseok’s pout, you’d sounded a bit too sarcastic. You blamed it on your lack of sleep but you still felt guilty. You tried your best to soften up a little, giving him your best attempt at a smile when you replied.

“At least one of us should get some decent sleep though.”

“Still,” he shrugged. “We could have come up with a solution together.”

“For example?”

“We could watch a movie until you feel sleepy,” he mumbled, and then even quieter, “or you could sleep in my room…”

“Huh?”

“Just—! Just because it’s easier to sleep when you’re not alone.”

Of course it wasn’t a good idea to agree to this. But recalling how lonely you’d felt in your bed you couldn’t help but think that he had a point.

“Maybe,” you said reluctantly, your voice barely a whisper. “Maybe we could try that?”

Despite being the one who suggested it, Wooseok seemed completely caught off guard, looking at you with wide, round eyes. He visibly swallowed.

“Seriously?”

“I mean, only if it doesn’t bother you.” You didn’t dare to meet his gaze. “But I guess it was a joke—”

“No,” he interrupted. “It wasn’t a joke.”

Just like that, you found yourself awkwardly standing in Wooseok’s door frame a little later, your pillow and blanket slung over your arm. Wooseok sat on the edge of his mattress, his pillow and blanket shoved to one side to make space for you. You’d been to his room a zillion times before, but it felt so different now, so much more intimate.

“You can come in, you know.”

“Right.” Your whole body felt tense as you stepped inside, closing the door behind you. This was a terrible idea indeed.

You let your pillow and blanket fall onto the mattress before crawling into bed, trying to take up as little space as possible. It was weird, really, because you’d never been this careful around him. You were touching all the time, when you squeezed past him in the kitchen or when the two of you huddled together on the couch. Yet, now just the thought of accidentally touching him made your heart race.

Once you’d settled in, he laid down as well, looking stiff as a board.

“I’ll turn the light off,” he commented, already reaching out for the switch of his bedside lamp.

“Right,” you replied once more.

For a moment you just laid in his bed, side by side staring into the darkness. You didn’t turn around to look at him, but you knew he wasn’t asleep. He seemed tense, and you had a feeling he wanted to say something, but it took ages until he finally spoke up. His voice was barely audible, something that didn’t happen often when it came to Wooseok. Still, you heard him just fine.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Did you—Do you love him?”

“I—,” you started, instinctively wanting to tell him that yes, you did, you do. But you stopped yourself in favor of being honest. What was the use of lying about this, especially now that it was over anyway?

“No. But I thought maybe I could.”

“Is that why you dated him? Because you wanted to fall in love with him?”

“Is that so wrong?”

“No, it’s just—I don’t get it. Shouldn’t it come naturally?”

When you turned to look at him, his gaze was already on you, his eyes big and round in the halflight of the room.

“You can’t force yourself to fall in love. You can’t force yourself to fall out of love either.”

For a moment you felt unsettled. Did he catch you? Did he realize your feelings? Unsure what to make of it, you just stared at him through the darkness without replying.

“I’m just saying—,” he added, breaking eye contact. “You don’t have to try so hard.”

You swallowed, your mouth feeling dry. “Yeah,” you whispered. “Thank you.”

He didn't say anything after that and eventually his breathing got slow and even. You couldn't sleep though. His words kept you awake, filling you with a longing for things to be easy, natural, as he'd said.

"I did it for you too, you know," you almost unconsciously mumbled into the silence, well aware that Wooseok was already sleeping.

Except he wasn’t.

"What do you mean?"

Your eyes widened at the sound of gis raspy voice and you instinctively sat up, ready to escape. "No," you quickly pressed out, "nothing. Maybe I should—"

Before you could say anything about going back to your own room, you felt Wooseok's hand on your own. He wasn't holding onto you and you could have easily pulled away, but it felt warm and comforting covering your own.

"What do you mean?" he asked again.

You let a beat pass by, unsure if you should be honest with them. As though he sensed your indecisiveness, Wooseok gave your hand a little squeeze.

"What did you do for me?" His voice was so soft, you could barely hear it.

"Dating," you whispered. "Dating him."

You thought you saw him frown. "How could that have been for me?"

You felt a lump in your throat that made it hard to speak. But you'd already been this honest, maybe it was for the best to just lay it all out in the open.

"To get over you," you pressed out.

It was silent. You felt his gaze on you but you didn't dare to look at him. The mattress dipped a little as he sat up too, his hand still on yours. "Why?"

"Because I—," you started but Wooseok wasn’t done yet.

"Why did you think you had to get over me?" He almost sounded sad, and then he definitely did when he tentatively added: "Did it work?"

When you finally turned to look at him, there was desperation in his eyes but maybe also just the tiniest bit of hope.

"No," you admitted. "Not at all."

He let out a sigh you thought was relief as he let his head drop onto your shoulder, just to look up a second later with big black eyes. "Don't try again."

You felt your heart stop at the implication of his words.

"Why would you try that, when all I wanted all this time was for you to see me?" He still didn’t avert his eyes and neither did you.

"I did," you leaned into him, resting your forehead against his. "I do,” you added.

He tilted his chin up, the tiniest bit, making the tip of his nose touch yours. You saw the way his gaze dropped to your lips and you felt his breath on your skin. You swallowed, your whole body thrumming with nerves. Your eyes searched his for something, and even though you weren’t sure what it was exactly, you thought you found it. You leaned in to kiss him in the same moment that he did, your teeth clashing for a brief moment. You chuckled and he chuckled too, and then you leaned in again, no teeth this time, just lips and love and butterflies.

You didn't remember how or when you'd fallen asleep. You didn't think you'd been wrapped up in Wooseok's long limbs then as you were now, but you couldn't be too sure. It took you a second to realize where you were and who it was that was koala-hugging you, and then another second to remember yesterday's conversations. You glanced over at his peacefully sleeping face at your side, not a trace of the desperation there that you'd seen at night. It hadn’t been a mere dream, right?

You tried to peel yourself out of his grasp, but Wooseok wouldn't let you go, making a whiny noise in complaint. Defeated, you let yourself relax back into the pillow, soaking up his warmth until he woke up.

You thought he'd be flustered once he'd wake up, and maybe he was, but he still didn't let go, instead nuzzling closer and hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

"That tickles," you said with a giggle. The little sorry he mumbled into your skin tickled even more.

You felt giddy, your stomach filled with butterflies at this display of affection, but at the same time there was a sense of insecurity. What did it all mean exactly? Of course you knew what you wanted it to mean, but was Wooseok on the same plate?

“Wooseok?”

“Hm?” He lifted his head to look at you. His eyes were sleepy and his black hair tousled.

“What now?”

He frowned in confusion. “Breakfast, I guess?”

“No, I mean—what do we do now? About us.”

“So, no breakfast?” He asked and you gave him a little roll of your eyes.

“I’m being serious, you know.”

“I’m also serious,” he replied, and then in a little whisper added, “About us, about you.”

“So we’re doing this, huh? Dating, I mean.”

“Yeah.”

You felt your chest tighten. “We’re not going to mess this up, right?”

He pulled you closer, nuzzling back into your neck. “No. We’re not. We’ll be okay.”

You smiled and closed your eyes as you relaxed into his arms. “Okay.”

“Where are you going?” Wooseok asked, wrapping his arms around you from behind and resting his chin on top of your head, watching through the mirror as you fixed your makeup.

“Meeting with Claire and them,” you said. You hesitated for a moment before adding, “you can come along, if you want.”

You saw surprise flash through his eyes. After all, you’d never asked him to come along before. But you’d figured now that he already knew about your feelings for him, there wasn’t really any reason to keep him away from your friends anymore.

“Hm,” he hummed as if he was contemplating. “Not today, I’m in a couch mood.”

You chuckled. “Another time then.”

“I’ll wait for you.”

“I’ll be late, though.”

“I’ll wait.”

Memories of the way he’d fallen asleep on the couch last time, worried since you’d forgotten your phone, crossed your mind, and you wondered if you’d find him just the same way tonight. Except, this time you wouldn’t have someone else’s number in your pocket and you wouldn't shake off his hand if he reached out to you.

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My Idol 3: Part Five

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My Idol 3: The Series

**TW: Mention of break-in/pet death (it was a fish.)**

"And do you know anyone who might want to act maliciously against you?" the police officer asked, his gaze solely focused on you.

"I-I don't," you stuttered, completely overwhelmed. How did they expect you to answer all of their questions when your world was crashing down around you?

"Can we have a minute?" Hongseok asked, tucking you further into his side.

"We need to-" the officer began but immediately halted their words as Hongseok leveled them with a glare.

"I'm asking for a minute," he insisted. "Not the whole night. Let them calm down."

The officer sighed before flipping his notebook closed and motioning for the two of you to stand off to the side. You finally looked up from your shoes and to your apartment door that was now marked as a crime scene.

"Hongseok-" you croaked, shaking your head.

"Shhh," he hummed. You were positive that if he could pull you any closer he would. "I know. Let's have a sit."

Bringing you toward the staircase, he held the bulk of your weight as your slumped toward the carpet. Taking a deep breath as soon as you were seated, you allowed Hongseok to position you to lean against him. For a moment, you were frozen with dismay. Were you being dramatic? Was your reaction too over the top? You knew they were just things...but they were your things.

After Hongseok informed the production crew as to what was going on, you had gone numb. You wanted so badly to get into your apartment, but he was right. The best thing to do was to wait until the police arrived. Once they did, the area was secured and you were allowed to do a quick walk-through of the place you called your home.

It didn't feel like home anymore. What was left could only be described as a shell of what you once knew. Everything had been either destroyed or stolen. Every nook and corner were somehow haunted, the memories of your happiest moments cycling against one another in an attempt to cover up the reality of what was happening.

Whoever had broken in had stolen the most important things, your comfort and security. Aside from that, your furniture was trashed, stabbed, and sprayed down with paint. Vulgar messages were scrawled across the walls in English AND Korean. Your laptop was missing, as was your tablet and several other electronics. The staff had instantly begun tasking you in trying to recall anything that was taken and could be used as blackmail. Luckily, you didn't think you had any. Living in a day and age where things were so easy to be hacked, you tended to avoid keeping anything scandalous lying around. Plus, they employed excellent social media trainers when this whole thing started and you had done a grand deletion of anything questionable then.

The heaviest blow though, had to have been Jinki.

You knew he was just a goldfish, but he didn't deserve to be strung up in your living room as if his life never mattered.

And yes, you had named your goldfish after a member of Shinee, what of it?

"Drink," Hongseok said quietly, handing you a bottle of water that had seemingly materialized out of no where.

You looked at him moodily. "Jinki will never drink again."

"Jinki would want you to be hydrated," he encouraged, pressing the drink into your hands. "And he didn't drink water, he breathed it."

"This is just so messed up," you muttered, humoring him and doing as he said.

"Who would do this?" he whispered, rubbing his forehead. "I understand there are sasaengs, but to go to this level?"

Judging by the words written across your walls, it was definitely a "fan" that was responsible for the crime.

"The online hate was one thing," you said quietly. "I expected it to a certain degree, but I didn't think it would escalate."

"K-pop is such a global and attainable thing now," Hongseok nodded. "There are more fans than ever. I know it's silly not to think any of our supporters capable of this, but..."

"Has the lineup been announced publicly at all?" you asked, tilting your head. The dates were meant to be a surprise for you, but you knew details were commonly leaked online.

"Not that I know of," he sighed. "I mean, of course there's been rumors in the industry of what groups would be participating, but is that really enough to make someone snap?"

"I don't think it takes much to make any given person snap," you muttered. "We could try to reconcile it all day, but really, it's just senseless."

"We can't continue the show," Hongseok said slowly, side-eying you. "Your safety is more important than this."

You hadn't had time to give it much thought, but you figured he was right. The sensible part of you agreed that it was time to shut it all down, but the obstinate part of you pushed in the other direction. You didn't want to give up. You couldn't let the people who did this run you off, but how were you supposed to move forward?

First your apartment...what was next? When would a fan show up at filming and do something even more drastic?

How were you supposed to feel safe ever again?

Picking up the pieces of your broken life was one of the hardest things you had ever done.

After the police had finished up at your place, you salvaged what you could and packed it up in a few boxes before the My Idol crew whisked you away to the nearest hotel. To their credit, it was a very nice one that you could never have afforded yourself, but it didn't lessen the sting of the cause for your visit.

And for Hongseok's part, he didn't leave your side until the staff had forced him...into a hotel room down the hall.

To both your delight and horror, the entire show's operation was locking down. You would still be going off the premises for dates (with heavily increased security) but any time a contestant appeared, they would be shipped off to the safety of what had become the My Idol compound.

There was no shutting down production under any circumstances.

You had signed a contract after all, with no escape clauses for this type of situation.

Sighing to yourself, you pulled on an oversized sweatshirt and a pair of shorts. Grabbing the ice bucket, you shuffled to your door and gave three knocks. That was the "code" if you needed to leave.

Instantly, you heard the click of your lock (that you weren't allowed the key to) and the door swung toward you. Smiling in the hall was the security officer for the night shift, Insu. "Going somewhere?"

"Ice," you sighed, smiling sadly up at him. Although you had known this man for less than 24 hours, he was already a comforting presence. Standing at least a foot taller, and broad enough to take over half the door way, he was a force to be reckoned with.

And it may not have mattered, but it was worth mentioning...of course he was good looking.

"Optimal time for a late night stroll," he grinned, motioning at you to step into the hall. Walking past him, you tried not to look too long, but it was difficult. While his face was generally unmarred, a long scar was evident from the corner of his left eye, all the way to his jaw. It didn't make him any less handsome, obviously, but added a certain amount of character you weren't expecting. You weren't rude enough to stare or ask, but you were curious of the backstory.

"How's your day going?" you tried, ambling in the direction of the small room that held vending machines and the like.

"Great," he answered calmly, nodding at another security officer stationed by a different hotel room door. You wondered to yourself if Hongseok or Jungkook were locked inside. "I would ask how your day is, but I have a sneaking suspicion I already know the answer."

You felt your lips tug up at this. "It's going better than it was a few hours ago. I think I'm still in shock, honestly."

"That's understandable," he agreed. "Even before today, this world was new to you."

You hummed in response. He was right. Since this show had started, you were trying to navigate new ground, but today had completely upended everything you thought you knew. "How long have you been in security?"

"I did similar work in the military," he acknowledged. "Once I got out, this is what made sense."

"So that means..." you trailed.

"Seven years," he chuckled. "Including the two while I served."

"No way," you gasped, pausing to turn toward him. "How old are you then?"

This startled another laugh from him. "Twenty five."

"Oh," you said quietly before beginning to walk again. "So you joined right after high school then?"

"I did," he confirmed. "I wasn't sure what I wanted to do with my life and I thought it would be nice to have another two years to consider it."

"Sorry if I'm prying," you winced, worried that you were pestering him while he was just trying to do his job.

"That's not necessary," Insu said. You weren't going to look over your shoulder, but you were certain their was a smile hidden in his deep tone. "It's important that you know who is protecting you."

Turning into the room with the ice machine, you placed your container in the appropriate area and waited. After some loud crunching and getting ice nearly everywhere around your feet, it was time to head back.

"Let me," he insisted, taking the small bucket from your hands.

"It's not heavy," you laughed, glancing up at him.

"Did I say it was?" he hummed, a spark of something playful in his expression.

"Just being a gentleman then, got it," you hummed, allowing him to fall behind you again.

"It's quite literally my job to make this a little easier for you," he affirmed. "But I'll take the compliment."

Walking back down the hall, he turned the conversation your way. After answering a series of questions about schooling and your career, it wasn't long before you were at your door again.

You weren't expecting to feel so...disappointed.

"Get settled in for the night," Insu advised, handing the bucket back over to you. "Hyuk will be taking over in the morning."

"Right," you nodded. "Goodnight then."

"Sleep well."

Closing the door between you felt much louder than it should have. Shaking your head, you tried to clear your thoughts. It had been a long day. It was natural to try to find comfort in anyone that had crossed your path.

"Of course," you whispered to yourself. That's exactly what it was.

Hyuk was not nearly as graceful as Insu.

"Sorry," he grumbled, shouldering open the stairway door. He wasn't much taller than you and was likely old enough to be your father. "This building must be old."

"Right," you laughed nervously, stepping around him and toward the lobby area.

Being in one central location wasn't so bad, but you weren't sure how transportation would work.

"He's already at the destination," Hyuk said, as if reading your thoughts. You nodded absently at him as you saw the My Idol SUV already parked outside. Admittedly, you were exhausted. After the day and night you had, it was nearly impossible to fall asleep. The PD's you worked most closely with tried to push today's date out a few times, but scheduling simply wouldn't allow it.

Climbing into the vehicle, you plopped into the backseat, your eyes quickly catching on what was going on outside of the vehicle. Across the street, barricades had already been set up to contain the fans who had evidently found out what hotel you were staying in.

"What?" you hissed, angling yourself to look more closely.

"We've got the situation handled," Hyuk reassured. "They're being kept as far from the building as possible."

"Across the road is as far away as possible?" you whispered, your stomach dangerously close to vomiting what little contents you had in it. "How did they find out?"

"In this city, if you want to know something bad enough," he grumbled. "You can usually find someone willing to give it to you for the right price."

Turning toward him, you knew he saw shock plain on your face.

"Welcome to celebrity life, Mx. Y/N," he sighed.

After a quiet car ride that only took about ten minutes, you felt anxiety begin to crawl up your spine as your driver pulled into a large parking lot. Looking out of your window again, you saw the location for today, the Han River.

"Isn't this too open?" you asked, trying to tap down your panic. "So many people are around."

"We have a specific area cleared out," Hyuk said, his voice more gentle than it had been before. "We will keep you safe."

You swallowed hard and gave a curt nod. If you were going to do this, you had to trust the people around you no matter how difficult it was proving to be.

"Don't let them win," you whispered. Maybe if you repeated the mantra, it would make this whole thing easier.

Hyuk looked at you with a lifted brow. "Good call."

Easing out of the car behind him, you were disheartened. The usual rush of butterflies and anxiety that came before a date were a bit dampened. Of course, it was understandable given the situation, but it also wasn't fair to your date. Or yourself.

Taking a deep breath, you set your feet on the pavement and looked up at the grassy knoll beyond. Surrounded by security and the camera crew, a man stood before a small pop-up tent. Holding a slim box in front of his face, you only assumed it was a man by his build. Broad and muscular, he was dressed in dark, ripped jeans and a black t-shirt. As you drew closer, you narrowed your eyes at what he was holding.

"What's this?" you mused, shaking your head in disbelief.

Your date pulled the box away from his face and gave you a large smile. "Hi, I'm Ateez's San, and this, is a gift from me to you."

Pushing the item away from himself and into your hands, you looked down and chuckled softly. "A new laptop?"

"I heard you've had a rough few days," he hummed, securing his hands behind his back. You glanced up at him, his handsome face wearing an easy smile. "And lost a lot more than anyone deserves to."

"San-," you whispered, on the verge of crying. The gift was expensive, there was no way you could accept it, especially from someone you had only just met. "I can't-"

"Nope," he said, cutting you off immediately. "Getting back to normalcy in a time that's anything but normal is hard. You gotta start somewhere, right?"

"I swear if this starts a chain of dates bringing me household appliances," you teased, looking at him with gratitude.

"Then we'll all be taking our turns making life a little easier on you," he grinned. "One step at a time."

In Loving Memory:

Sea Jin Ki (2022 - 2023)

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