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icequeenbae · 2 years

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Now or Never (m) KIS KSW

Pairing: Rowoon (Seokwoo) x Reader x Inseong

Polyamory AU, Established Relationship, PWP, fluff, smut

Warnings: explicit content, unprotected sex, softdomvibes!Inseong, creampie, threesome, facesitting (messy oral, I warned ya)

Word Count: ~4.5k

Summary: If your partner is ignoring your needs, is there anything better than having another partner to tend to them?

Author’s note: Hi hi hi!! I feel like I haven't been posting for ages, so I'm super happy to finally be back ❤️ So... This time I bring something different (big thanks to my beta @baekshoney for bearing with me 🙃). AHHH so nerve-wrecking!! Anyways, this is my first non-EXO (non-Baekhyun??) story on here, which I had dusting in my gdocs for some time. Since I am about to hit 500 followers, I felt like it is as good of a time as any to experiment a little~ I really really hope that you enjoy it! Don't worry, Baekhyun stories are also coming!!

Since it is a different fandom, I just want to state my usual greetings - I am Ri, very chatty and welcoming of all asks/ comments/ questions etc., please don't be shy to reach out! Okay, it's getting too long, I'll just leave you to it hehe

It has been two hours. Two torturous hours since you’d gotten home, ready to pounce, and your boyfriend Seokwoo was still not giving you anything but crumbs. Apparently, his friends waited for weeks for this day to come since he was too busy to play during the promotions, and now he was gaming like crazy for much longer than you were willing to tolerate.

At first, you took the opportunity to soak in a nice hot bath and take a relaxing shower. Then you took your time applying all of the skincare, hair products and whatnot to give him some extra time to finish up. You checked on him while your face mask was on, yet his session didn’t seem to be nearing an end. When you were all done (and slightly disappointed by the lack of attention), you rejoined him on the living room couch, looking for ways to distract him and coerce him to call it a day for his gaming. However, your advances didn’t produce much of an impact: Seokwoo simply nodded, asking you to wait for a bit longer.

He didn’t even glance your way. His eyes were glued to the screen the entire time you were ‘interacting’. Seokwoo was so deep into his game that he didn’t even notice the way you glared at him for 10 minutes straight before the noise came from the entrance.

‘Kids, I’m home!’

At this time, you were quite upset, so you weren’t in a rush to respond to Inseong, who was probably headed straight to the bathroom anyways. He had developed this habit of jumping in the shower as soon as he arrived home, probably because he became a sloth soon after – too lazy to remove his makeup or wash up. It was kind of endearing, the way he fell asleep in a matter of seconds sometimes, but personal hygiene was also a thing.

With the little patience you could muster, you waited for your older partner to finish his routine and proceed to the bedroom in order to put his home clothes on. But as Seokwoo continued to ignore all of your signals – the uncharacteristic pouting (you usually made use of it with his hyung instead), the hand on his thigh, the audible fuming – you were growing more and more frustrated.

You simply wanted him to spend some time with you! It was his fault too that you were this spoiled, basking in the ocean of his affection along with Inseong’s most of the time. The two of them were usually extremely clingy, and despite them being back home for several days already, you had hoped that their neediness would match yours and last for a bit longer.

And here you were, angry almost to tears from being completely ignored for the whole evening, especially after the extensive wait prior to this. Still, you were determined to get your share of attention in this house, one way or another.

The fact that Seokwoo simply gave you a casual pat on the butt when you stood up to leave only aggravated you further.

When you trudged into the bedroom, you were greeted with the familiar sight of your significant other splayed on the bed in just his shirt and sweats. His blond hair was a mess, his eyes were closed and his phone was on his chest. He was going to check something on there and then just decided to laze about for a minute, you figured. The sloth in him prevailed once again.

‘Oppa, are you asleep?’ You murmured, climbing onto the bed and taking a spot right next to him.

Flush to his side, you laid your head on his chest, and hugged him with both your right arm and right leg. The reciprocation of your gesture was instant, and his arm curled around your back, somehow tugging you even closer to him.

‘No, I was just going to join you,’ he replied, giggling softly as soon as you pressed an intense kiss to his neck. ‘What’s that about? Missed me?’

Inseong laughed in the charming way he did before looking at you with one eye. He caught the expression on your face way too quickly.

‘Why are you sulking?’

Multiplying your already exaggerated pout, you huffed and hid your face in his chest.

‘Seokwoo is ignoring me. All night.’

Reaching for your hair, Inseong brushed it away from your face and poked your cheek playfully. You huffed again like an angry little hedgehog.

‘Did you two have a fight?’

His tone was affable, and your defensiveness was down for the time being.

‘No. He’s… playing games!’ You frowned. ‘Instead of playing with me.’

‘I see,’ he hummed knowingly, digging his nose into your hair and inhaling deeply. ‘So, you’ve been pampering yourself all evening, and he gave you no attention at all?’

‘Yes!’ You replied begrudgingly.

This time, he didn’t give an immediate response. You lay there for a long minute, with his fingers brushing through your locks steadily. It was calming, you could not argue. There was something about Inseong that made you go mellow like this. He was chaotic at times, but when he was in his lazy domestic mood, you two would be melting together like two scoops of ice-cream on a pretty little plate.

And Seokwoo could very well be the plate. Since he was pretty and also unyielding (to your desires and whatever else) on days like this. Oh, you just wanted to smack his dumb little head every so often! What a meanie. He probably didn’t even notice that you weren’t around anymore, so your time was certainly better spent with someone who at least didn’t refuse to hold you for a good minute.

Acting all childish wasn’t something you did often, but sometimes a girl had to get what a girl wanted. And thankfully, it happened to work great on Inseong, who was a couple years older. Maybe it was him having a soft spot for you that made you this demanding, but who cared?

‘Cute.’ The blond finally replied. ‘You two can never stay out of trouble without the adults at home. It’s either fucking or fighting, no in between.’

‘Sometimes we’re playing around,’ you offered, cheeks suddenly getting heated at his comment.

Inseong snickered, chest shaking underneath your head.

‘I know how you ‘play around’. It counts as fucking, aegiya.’

You squirmed, feeling like you were trapped in rich honey. The hand that was patting your hair moments ago was now gently stroking the curve of your back, making your whole body tremble with excitement already. It wasn’t even anything special, but it was Inseong. His touch was just magical like this.

Relaxing in his arms and inhaling his fresh scent, you slowly turned into a purring kitty. The disappointment you felt from Seokwoo not giving you an ounce of his time this evening faded away, and you eagerly allowed your hand to snake under your elder’s shirt.

He hummed as his warm skin welcomed the caress of your fingertips, and you gripped his pec impishly. Both of you loved skinship a lot, so for some time it was just squeezing, and stroking, and rubbing, and hugging… You groped each other all over in a lazily sensual pattern, the tension growing just as steadily as Inseong’s boner underneath your palm. He startled you though, by reaching down and pressing two of his fingers to your clit.

You moaned before you could help it.

The shirt you were still wearing was all folded over your exposed breasts, so Inseong leaned in to press a wet kiss to your nipple. You squirmed, entangling your hand in his hair, and sort of pulling him closer. If that was even possible.

‘Mm, why are you wearing a thong at home?’ He murmured, licking at it broadly, leaving a moist trail over your breast.

‘Because my oppa is a pervert,’ you teased with a naughty smile, which quickly fell when he tapped you on the pussy.

‘Don’t be a brat,’ he warned in a singsongy tone, and circled your nub with just his middle finger.

The exhale that escaped your lungs was too breathy not to indicate your current state. But Inseong didn’t require any hints. He knew your body better than he knew his own, so pushing your buttons in the most efficient way came easy to him.

‘Next time don’t even bother wearing them,’ the blond continued, two of his fingers crawling underneath the triangle of fabric over your pubic bone to rub between your wet folds. ‘If you aim to please oppa.’

The soft squelch followed, and you moaned again, bucking your hips forward. Inseong smiled at your reaction, repeating his action a couple times to stimulate you further. You huffed impatiently, fingers digging into his deltoid, and presented the advanced version of your pout. It was a sort of ‘innocent baby girl wanting to get messed up by daddy’ kind of look. Very fitting for the current state of affairs, where you were reduced to watching him play with your pussy, all while wanting to curse him out to have him speed it up.

You’d had enough of waiting for tonight. It was time to be taken, and if anyone was to know better, it was him.

‘Inseongie,’ you called, skipping the honorific on purpose.

He knew it meant you were in a different state of mind already, too impatient to drag it out. So, he rolled his pants down, pressing your palm to his length.

‘You don’t have to wait for much longer, Y/N-ie,’ he murmured, voice sounding salacious without him even intending it.

There was just this… aura to him. Inseong could say the most mundane little thing, and not even mean for it to sound seductive, and still your body would react. And since it has been a long evening so far (of you being left unsatisfied), you were grateful that it was him. Because while Seokwoo preferred to take his time and essentially marinate you in his love (when he wasn’t too busy ignoring your very existence), Inseong was more impulsive in his lovemaking. He was less intense, but more… present. And while Seokwoo took you to another realm and made it an experience in itself, Inseong got things done. Exactly the way you wanted them done.

It didn’t even startle you when he suddenly pushed into you from behind, holding you by the waist. He stayed unmoving for a few seconds, helping you get your shirt off for good, and then tugged you so close your back ended up glued to his chest. Always his little dessert spoon.

He set a medium pace, his breath fanning over your ear just as steadily as his hips rolled into yours.

‘Mh-m,’ you moaned through your sealed lips, crazy about the wetness echoing in his every motion to pull out and slip back in.

You could picture his juice-covered cock from just hearing that. Saliva filled your mouth driven by instinct, and you gulped, reaching back to at least get a handful of his ass while at it. As if hearing you swallow, Inseong suddenly brought his hand up and traced your lower lip with his index finger. Shoving it into your mouth along with his middle finger, he urged you to give him a good suck. Pushing his fingers in and out, as if imitating oral sex, he made you drool even more.

Content with how well you lubricated his fingers, he brought them back to your nipple, making sure to press on it while squeezing your whole breast. You shivered.

‘Should I just go all in, baby?’ He inquired, slowing down, and you nodded frantically. ‘Okay. I’m not pulling out either.’

He chuckled at the way your nose scrunched up. You did enjoy raw sex, and having some cream on your cake was fine on any day. But having two boyfriends (who sometimes got pettily competitive) usually ended up in your whole crotch covered in cum. Also your butt crack, and your thighs, your boobs… sometimes it got smeared over your entire body. These boys could get so messy that afterwards you were in for an urgent shower and dealing with the laundry, even though you could barely keep your eyes open. It was helpful that there were two of them, but they were also double trouble.

When Inseong changed the position, it became a lot more… a lot more.

Your left leg was between his, and your right one was in the air, supported by your partner. Inseong pressed down on it to spread you open, and you knew he meant business in just a few moments – when he adjusted.

‘Ah-h!’ You couldn’t hold back your yelps any longer, getting louder with every thrust.

It was hard to reach for him in this position, so you tugged on your own locks instead, arching your back. Your shaky hand found the firm flesh of his thigh, and you held onto it for dear life and he snapped into you so hard your entire body bounced off the mattress.

‘Seongie- yes, yes-’

You were simply pleading at this point, the muscles of your core quivering around his cock.

‘Enjoying the show?’ Inseong suddenly asked, not wavering in his rhythm.

Blinking through the blurriness in your eyes, you looked up at his sweaty chest and then face, noticing a figure right behind him.

Seokwoo was right there in the doorway, watching you intently as you fucked.

‘Ah!’ You shrieked, a lightning bolt of pleasure hitting you in that very second.

Inseong kept your thighs open, pressing you down into the covers forcefully to use your orgasm to trigger his own. It only took him a few seconds to catch up.

‘Oppa-’ you cried, and he growled through the hammering of his thrusts, which kept filling you with more and more of his seed.

He wasn’t in a hurry to get off of your limp body once he was done, planting lazy kisses over your collarbone instead. Your weak arms wrapped around his shoulders, and he stroked your thigh. It was a cuddling session all over again.

It was cut short by a begrudged hum.

‘Aren’t you done yet?’

Seokwoo was the one who wanted attention now. How ironic.

‘What’s with the tone?’ Inseong inquired, knowingly furthering his donsaeng’s frustration.

‘Hyung! You could’ve waited for me, you know?’ He said, approaching the bed with his arms crossed.

‘Why would I?’ He snickered, lying down on his back comfortably, not even bothering to cover himself up.

Inseong toyed with people in the most infuriating, innocent, and arousing way. Always.

‘Noona,’ Seokwoo called helplessly.

But you ignored him, looking up at the blond next to you.

‘Now he remembers I exist.’

‘Sure he does. Raging boners tend to redirect your attention.’

Seokwoo pursed his lips together in frustration, looking down at the very obvious giveaway of his body.

He looked kinda cute when he was mad like this, so you gave a gentle nudge to Inseong, urging him to play with the junior some more. ‘Maybe he just likes to watch. We can give this punk another front row seat to the performance, can’t we?’

‘You’re so naughty, oppa. You know how wet and sensitive I am still…’

‘Yes. I could dive right in…’

‘Noona-ah!’ Seokwoo whined, pushing through to get between you and Inseong. ‘This isn’t fair. Why is he getting all of you?’

‘Missed your train tonight, aegi.’ You huffed, shoving him back to fall on his butt with the ball of your foot. ‘Go back to ignoring me and see how sad I am about it.’

‘I’m sorry, I just got carried away…’ He mumbled breathily, finding ways to touch your thigh discreetly with the pads of his fingers. ‘I can make it up to you.’

You met Inseong’s eyes, and despite his neutral expression, you could tell he was just as curious as you were.

‘Like how?’ You inquired, feigning indifference.

‘How would you like me to do it?’ He asked, and both you and Inseong rolled your eyes.

‘Seriously,’ Inseong sighed dramatically. ‘He has to be told what to do. Do you want hyung to give you instructions too?’

He only said that to tease his junior, but there was something in the way he phrased it… That had you bite your lip to deal with the raise in tension. And Inseong noticed.

‘On a second thought… Why not?’

Both of you turned to the blond now.

‘Strip, Seokwoo-yah. And make it entertaining for your noona.’

The pause didn’t last long, and you heard the ruffle of fabric as the taller one began to get rid of his clothes. He tried to do it slowly, in a more sensual way, one could assume, but it seemed slightly awkward and rushed. His long limbs demonstrated very little grace in setting themselves free, and your cold façade almost got destroyed with a chuckle.

Did he have to be so tall, clumsy and adorable?

Biting into your cheek from the inside of your mouth, you held it in. Inseong’s hand wandered across your breast.

‘You’re easily excitable,’ he murmured into your ear, and you squirmed from the tickling warmth of his breath.

Why were you turned on again this quickly? Whether it was the scent of Inseong’s sweat in the air and his cum dripping out of you, or Seokwoo’s toned body and delicious bronze skin in front of you, you had no idea. But it was clear that you wouldn’t refuse speeding things up at this point.

Inseong must have been reading your mind, because he reached out to grab Seokwoo’s wrist and pulled him onto the bed again.

‘Lie down. On your back.’

You watched with deep curiosity how he bossed the younger around. Usually, Inseong was quite soft-handed. He could take the lead at times, since he was older, but mostly preferred to live a life of a marshmallow. So now, as he had set out to help you ‘punish’ Seokwoo for his cold manner, you were suddenly coming to terms with finding this hot. Maybe a thing to bring up next time?

The blond turned his head to look at you.

‘Sit on his face.’ His tone was soft, yet the suggestion seemed bold.

‘Huh?’ You looked down on autopilot, thinking back about the semen smeared all over your pussy now.

The fact is, Seokwoo was quite used to his hyung’s cum on him, since they both got pretty messy taking turns. But it wasn’t usually anywhere close to his face. You were wondering…

‘Aren’t we teaching him a lesson?’ Inseong asked, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear in a casually flirty way he had about him. ‘He wants a go. Might as well clean you up first.’

You gulped at the thought of Seokwoo’s mouth on your cum-stained labia. Inseong visibly enjoyed your reaction, and it didn’t go unnoticed by the younger one either – he tugged at your wrist impatiently.

‘I’ll do it, noona. Please.’

Hesitating for a moment, you wanted to ask if he was sure. But if the apparent twitch of his cock and the restless licking of his lips were any indication, he was quite into it already. You quickly assumed the role you were offered.

‘What makes you think you deserve to do even that?’ You chuckled, raising an eyebrow at him.

Inseong snickered behind your back, enjoying the scene in front of him.

‘Don’t be so mean, sweetness,’ he murmured, the tip of his nose tickling your ear. ‘He knows exactly what he’s getting. He saw all of it happen.’

Thinking back to the way Seokwoo lurked in the door, watching Inseong fuck you into total bliss, you cocked your head to the side, looking at the blond’s lips.

‘I guess if he doesn’t impress me… He could always go back to watching, right?’

The question sent an electric charge through the air, and, as soon as Inseong nodded, you threw your leg over Seokwoo’s chest. Taking the right position didn’t require much time, although you were cautious not to smother him.

Seokwoo, however, didn’t seem to care about breathing whatsoever.

He buried his whole face in your vulva as soon as you sat down. You pursed your lips to contain a yelp and inhaled, feeling much less powerful now that he was holding your hips in a tight lock of his arms. The younger’s full lips worked hard, exploring your wet folds. When suddenly his tongue dipped inside you aggressively, there was no way to hold yourself back.

‘Agh!’ You gasped, pressing your palms into the wall in front of you.

The taller one continued with even more fervor. He clearly aimed to coerce more of these reactions out of you, and his technique was about to bring him success. You could hear his muffled breathing, and the slurping sounds he produced, and the low hums from a deep place in his chest… It was all too much to handle.

‘Seokwoo-ya-ah,’ you moaned, bucking your hips forward with the help of his palms on your ass.

Inseong bent over reaching for your inner thigh to get a better look, but the younger one smacked his hand away unapologetically.

‘Like a hungry lion,’ the blond snorted. ‘Seems like you’re his prey now, Y/N-ie.’

Turning to him like a hungry lioness yourself, you licked your dry lips.

‘Put your cock in my mouth,’ you demanded, and he smiled, giving your face a broad stroke up to your ear as if you were his pet.

Instead of giving you an answer, Inseong looked down at something behind you. It could only be assumed that it was the younger’s crotch. But before he could say anything, Seokwoo lost his resolve completely, suddenly pushing you off of himself and onto the bed.

It didn’t take you much longer than a second to register his rock-solid cock, bouncing against his lower stomach. Slightly surprised that he got this hard with zero touching, you were ambushed by his quick move to grasp you and likely get you on all fours.

Fighting him off playfully, you twisted and wriggled, not allowing him to lay you on your belly. As usual, he was careful not to hurt you, and you used your size difference to your advantage. He conceded all of the hits and shoves, determined to get you in his hold by catching your wrists. But soon he had to simply pin you down on the bed, using both force and his body mass. Finally submitting to his weight on top of you and showing your teeth in a defeated smile, you dug into his hair with one hand, battling his grip.

Kim Seokwoo loved when you touched his hair. The gentle scratch of your nails against his scalp almost sent him into ecstasy every time, so he hurriedly pushed into you before it was too late. You cried out, even though it didn’t hurt, and he pulled back slowly, eyes trained on your face.

‘Deep and hard,’ you told him, sounding hoarse and slightly desperate. ‘Make me come quickly.’

He swallowed, pecking you on the lips swiftly, and slammed back into you. After a round with Inseong and a torturous oral with Seokwoo, your pussy was so swollen and tender that you could barely stand the abrupt contact it was making with his skin. Squealing and grasping, you left superficial scratches on his back as your hands traveled down the curve of it.

His glutes were flexing rhythmically underneath your palms, and you were almost hypnotized by the way his tongue ran over his luscious lips. The mole on his chin added to your madness, and you grabbed his neck with one hand to plant a kiss over it. He wasn’t satisfied with just that, and his tongue slipped between your lips, momentarily taking over.

Whining into his mouth, you allowed him to devour you, while his hips continued hammering you down. It wasn’t his usual style, but your request (order?) was to make you come quickly, so he knew you were not in the mood for a slow session. And testing your patience was definitely a challenge for another day. Thus, he used all of his athletic ability to keep the intensity of his thrusts high, making your walls start to pulse in a familiar way around him.

‘Noona…’ He sighed, gripping you tighter as his movements became rougher.

‘Mm-ah,’ you jolted in his arms, body trembling uncontrollably.

A sling of curses followed, and you fist pressed into his shoulder in an attempt to get some distance between you. But he kept going, spurred on by your high-pitched moans, and in mere seconds you heard his breathy groan. Keening at the feeling of his seed flooding your insides and dripping out slowly when he rocked back and forth gently, you threw your head back. Seokwoo slipped out of you, moving down to rest his head on your exposed chest for a few moments, and you went with the flow.

Some time later, your trance was disrupted by the rustle of tissues.

Opening your eyes and turning to the side, you saw Inseong, who was wiping what could only be cum off of his stomach.

‘Oppa?’ You called, attracting Seokwoo’s attention as well, despite him almost dozing off on top of you.

Inseong met your eyes and chuckled.

‘What? You didn’t think I was gonna watch you and not get off?’

You motioned for him to join you.

‘I want cuddles.’

‘Yes, princess,’ he replied, throwing the used tissues on the floor without a care before scooting closer to you.

Seokwoo rolled off of you with slight displeasure, and Inseong tugged at the duvet to get it from under you. He knew you were getting cold quickly after sex, so the first thing he did after cleaning up was wrapping you in the covers. When all three of you were tucked underneath, the blond immediately clung to you from behind, intertwining your legs.

Seokwoo turned away already since he liked to lie on his side as well, but his bare back seemed quite lonely at this time. You traced his spine with your index finger slowly.

‘What lesson have you learned today?’ You asked him in a semi-stern tone.

‘I shouldn’t have ignored noona,’ he mumbled in response, sounding like a scolded puppy.

‘Are you gonna do this again?’ You asked, and were met with silence. ‘Hm?’

‘No..?’ He replied, and you huffed at the response.

‘He’s gonna toy with you even now,’ Inseong laughed, and you shoved at Seokwoo’s shoulder blade with your fist.

‘Yah, is that your final answer-’

‘I love you, noona!’ He interrupted, melting your anger away with the sucker punch phrase. ‘Please love me back.’

‘Ugh, this little-’ You rolled your eyes, unable to remain strict at all.

Inseong nudged your butt forward, and you got closer to the younger one’s body. Sighing, you finally wrapped your arms around his waist, accepting him as the (giant) little spoon. He instantly became a purring mess in front of you, stroking the arm you were hugging him with.

‘I guess it’s better late than never…’ You muttered, placing a soft kiss between his shoulder blades. Just like that, you officially made up.

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A/N: Not gonna lie, I'm dying for some feedback. It feels like I'm posting my first story ever, I was very uncertain about posting it 🙃 I do hope that there are many SF9 stans out there to enjoy this, but I haven't interacted with many (which I would love to). There are some other sf9 stories coming along... with different pairings (cz I'm a hoe? lol) Anyways, let me know what you think! Also, my masterlist is now mostly EXO, but check it out if you're interested~

P.S. Not at me rushing to post the story because I was just hanging out with Dawon in my dream today lmao Can't disappoint my bestie 😂😂😂

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lost-inthedream · 4 months

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Dirty Old Money

A Mafia AU

Pairing: Accountant!Rowoon x Mafia boss reader (Female, practically an OC)

Genre: suggestive

Word count: 1,1k

Warning: bad language, mentions of selling drugs (no explicit consume).

Bunus song rec: Up Late, by Gemini

Summary: Rowoon is not afraid of dealing with dirty money but being with you makes his heart skip some beats.

Author note: this is all about sexual tension (which I actually love) but if you all need more than this, in part two, let me know.

Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes.

Seokwoo was habituated to submitting to their excentricities. Giving weird, extravagant commands was part of being on the highest level of the food chain. The crest had a new figure, which finally gave him a thrill. Seokwoo has been in that life for five years now, he had been obeying a graybeard since he started on it. In any case, the new boss was still trying to figure the business out and the accountant was absolutely necessary during such process. Their wealth was ridiculous and there were numerous people to pay, to charge for, to destroy, whatever. She must need a daily dose of painkillers or maybe anything harder, he wondered.

That enormous mansion looked even more oppressive when you get inside. It was Seokwoo first time there, he was left right in front of one of the largest stairs he had ever witnessed. That was not a mansion, that was an actual palace. The handrails made of plaster gave the place an air of Greek mythology that pleasured the man's eyes. He climbed slowly and with a cocky smile. Meanwhile, the cold breeze messed his hair just enough to make him look less uptight.

"Lady is at the indoor pool" a well-mannered housekeeper notified him as soon as he reached the landing.

"Thank you very much. Where may I wait for her?" The accountant calmly asked.

"She is waiting for you there, sir. I'm guiding you toward the pool" She made a head sign and walked.

Seokwoo followed her expectantly, his breathing got irregular and he was afraid of his own appearance. That woman always caused him weird feelings that he could not name. Yet, he could not help wanting more. "fuck, fuck" he repeated inside his mind in hopes the curses could make him feel less flustered.

The immense room where he was conducted to was limited by dark glass walls. He felt the air prevenient from the heated waters hit his face as his eyes looked for the boss. Seokwoo was curious and she was nowhere to be found. The housekeeper left without him noticing, more silent than anything.

There was the boss, nonetheless. You emerged from the underwaters to face him. "Right on time" you murmured to yourself at the sight of that well-dressed guy staring at you. Nothing could be better.

"Thanks for coming, Rowoon" you said after wiping the excess of water from your face with your bare hands.

"Always glad to help, Miss [X]."

"There's a table there, see? You may sit there and open the documents I need to study today".

He assented like a trained puppy and you smirked. The fact that the man was 190 cm tall and still was at your beck and call fascinated you. Maybe you made a point of taking the lead in your father's business only for the sake of meeting him.

You climbed to the deck while Seokwoo setled what he needed on the table. He propped his Macbook on top of the furniture, made of dark glass and sat on a leather-covered cushion. That was more comfortable than it looked. His nostrils jerked as he tried to maintain his breathing healthy.

If only he looked at you as you dried your body. You decide to get closer wearing your bathrobe open. You picked that one-piece swimsuit especially for him: classy and not too revealing, just enough to make him want more. There was a loop that led to your neck, which was quite sensual.

"I know this is not the best place to have a business meeting with you but I'm trying something new. Something about positive reinforcement, you know.

You wanted him, that was sure, but scaring him would not be the right path.

He stared at you while you dragged a chair for yourself and that was evident that he almost forgot to answer.

"No problems, Miss X, I can do whatever is fine for you"

"Whatever" you repeated thoughtfully.

Once more you were by his side, facing those boring Excel spreadsheets. That was a different one, of course. Last time, you promised Rowoon you would study the company obligations until your next meeting. You were not the type to break promises.

"These are the most recent purveyors. Your father- I mean, Mr. X was very interested in those new 'substances'."

The way he avoided speaking 'drugs' was so adorable. Among so many of his traits, the way he chose his words was maybe your favorite. The said substance's name was described right on the screen nonetheless.

"Did he make a good choice?" you were genuinely interested but paid attention to your own voice in order to sound teasing in some way.

"He did. You can see that in this other spreadsheet"

"Great" you smirk biting your fingertip. "Can I ask you something, Rowoon?"

"Anything, lady." he nodded right away. His eyes laid on yours but that was only for a second. You still had a finger between your lips and apparently, that pleasured him.

"Do you think I'll do well regarding the administration of the Company?"

"You are absolutely capable, lady."

His hand softly played with his tie as he tried to control his heartbeat. One more time. You tilted your head and bit your bottom lip.

"But..." you pondered. " I'm a woman. Isn't it an additional concern?"

He gulped.

"I understand, lady. It's usually harder for women and I'm truly sorry for that. Still, you're not a regular woman.

His answer could not be more satisfactory. You uncrossed your legs but was not a calculated gesture. You were feeling hotter, more than expected. That could not be the heater, that thing was coming from inside you.

"Shit" you whispered.

The way the accountant's eyes wisened condemned him.

"Is it too hot for you too?"

"I'm good" he affirmed as his motion said otherwise. His hand loosened his tie right after he voiced that scandalous lie.

"Whatever" you spit, then slid your arms off the robe "Why ain't I a regular woman?"

He took a deep breath and massaged the nape of his neck. He seemed to be struggling against a massive force. Desire hits like a storm.

"The way you make me feel is not normal" he confessed.

Your breath too became difficult. You strengthened your back as if it was not already rigid.

"Do you wanna go away from me?"

"Not at all". Seokwoo could barely close his mouth.

"Do you wanna come closer to me?"

At that question, he dragged his chair backward and stood up, you followed him without any thought. He was clearly split between running away and pulling you against his body. Therefore you reached for his hand and did not stop your robe from dropping on the deck. Now you were exposed and not afraid of loosening him. That was ride or die, you needed that man.

He carefully leaned toward you, closer to your ear and asked:

"Can we study those sheets another day?"

#sf9 scenarios #sf9 imagines #rowoon scenario #rowoon imagine #sf9 smut #rowoon smut #kpop fanfic #kpop smut #kpop scenario #sf9 #rowoon

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splendarte · 1 year

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ฅ⁠^·⁠ﻌ·^⁠ฅ ⠀ rowoon icons ¹²⁰'¹²⁰ ⠀ ↹ ou ♡ se salvar ou usar · splendarte

#spirit fanfics #splendere #spirit icons #kpop icons #rowoon #extraordinary #extraordinary you #120x120 #120x120 icons #splendarte icons

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emeraldbabygirl · 1 year

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Genre: smut and fluff

Warnings/ kinks: period sex, female reader, crying, emotional damage, brain mush

A/N: I’m not totally on board with this idea but idk the thought hit me the other night and I wanted to try writing it :/

Seokwoo looked at you confusion on his face as you had never seemed to want to have sex while you were on your period but since you requested it he was happy to oblige.

“Please Seokwoo no teasing just..just fuck me already.” You asked feeling shy all of a sudden. Your body ached and you couldn’t figure out if it was from cramps or from wanting to be fucked. Seokwoo looked down at you his silly face confused once again. You couldn’t stop yourself from blushing as you pushed your hips into his. “I just wanted to take care of you if we’re going to have sex y/n.” Seokwoo leaned in to kiss your lips wanting to take it slow but you were too impatient at the moment and found yourself whining becoming more aroused the more his lips touched your skin.

“I- I know but please..I ache you know, down there. I just want..you know. Please Seokwoo just help me.” You felt more shy now than ever before asking him to fuck you but that might’ve been because your emotions were everywhere. Being clingy was common for you on your monthly but being shy while wanting to have sex was never something you wanted to even think about. And despite all the times you two have made love this rare occasion felt..awkward and new.

Seokwoo signed but did as you asked pushing the tip of his cock all the way in til you felt his balls. You let out a shaky moan feeling him fill you up. Tears fell from your eyes as he thrusted into you. Seokwoo pauses but only for a moment as he reached for your hands and intertwined his fingers with yours.

It felt good and the pleasure of it all helped take your mind off the cramps that decided to make a special appearance. His cock slid in and out of your walls and you wondered what his view was. You lifted your head up and saw through quick movements his cock covered in red and white liquids. Heat pooled to both your cheeks and aching pussy at the thought of enjoying this and how dirty it felt. You cried out loud enough to make your boyfriend stop thrusting.

“Baby what’s the matter? Did I hurt you? Do you want me to stop?” Seokwoo leaned into your body, skin on skin and lightly kissed your jawline and down your neck. “What happened baby?” He asked seeing your tears roll down your cheeks. You grabbed his bicep squeezing it to ground yourself.

“N-nothing. I’m fine. Just really really sensitive.” You started to cry tears falling down onto your pillow wetting your cheeks and you felt the hot liquid pass over your ears. “Please keep going please Seokwoo. Don’t stop.” Seokwoo nodded and picked up where he left off. Each thrust made you cry out and Seokwoo tried to shush you by smashing his lips into yours. You kissed him aggressively, hungry for him. His hands lightly rubbed the skin of your arms and down to your thighs tracing small patterns as your cries were muffled.

When you felt your orgasm approaching you whimpered and whined out his name breathless from crying and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into you with all your strength. You squeezed your eyes tight feeling his cock harden and throbbing along your walls as you clenched around him. Your whole body was hot and your brain was near mush as you felt yourself tip over the edge.

Seokwoo held you as you came around him your body shuddering. You cried in his chest until you calmed down him shushing and praising you to help. You held on to all his ‘good jobs’ and ‘it’s okays’ and ‘I’m right here baby’ until your crying died down. You didn’t think you could be so sensitive like this before.

When Seokwoo and you detached from each other he raised up and pulled himself out of you cum and blood pouring out of your pussy as it pulsated soaking the towels he had laid under you. Seokwoo chuckled smiling to him at how messy you were and how sensitive and hot your body was. “You’re so precious.” He spoke softly his hands coming down to rub your inner thighs. You reached up at him with your hands and he took them to his lips to kiss the back of your hand before holding them. “Let’s get you cleaned up and then you need to get some rest ok?” Seokwoo got up to head to the bathroom but you grabbed his wrist so fast the quick movement causing the big man to jerk back a bit.

When he turned around you were leaning over the side of the bed holding your stomach. “Please stay here woo~” you pleaded. Seokwoo smiled coming towards you. “Don’t you want a nice warm bath and get cleaned up before bed? It might make you feel better.”

“I do feel better. The sex really helped.” Seokwoo only smiled grabbing you and picking you up so he could carry you to the bathroom. “Let me take care of you baby. You’ll feel much better after a bath. I’ll even make you some tea.” You simply nodded feeling exhausted and let your boyfriend run you a bath helping you step in as well.

It was rushed I’m sorry it’s shit but I kinda only care a little bit my brain is becoming mush. Also I’m so mad at the fact that big bofie rowoon isn’t holding my hand rn and cuddling me and kissing me and holding my hands rn and taking care of me on my moonsickness :( I’m struggling over here so have a gross shitty fic and if you don’t like it you can eat my ass <3

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stylingsstuff · 1 year

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oi oi poderia fazer icons do Rowoon (SF9)? Obrigada desde já!

꩜ — rowoon 𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒 : 120x120.

#120x120 #spirit fanfics #kpop icons #120x120 icons #bg icons #kpop bg #rowoon #sf9 icons #sf9 rowoon

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yemme · 8 months

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Rowoon looking into the camera with this intensity is too much.... I wanna fight you, then fuck you... Who and what are you thinking about looking into the fucking camera lens soul like this Rowoon... Ninja WHO!? I want to know... your check ain't ask for all this extraness. Keep that hypnotizing shit to yo-self I'm just here to watch a show damn it. SF9 come collect your boy. RUDE.

#Destined with you #Rowoon #Netflix #This ain't even a wedding scene lookin' like this...#Got me sweating over dick I'll never have... your tall ass #All these scenes with Fanfic implications... too much...

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xiaoderyy · 1 month

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KPOP THIS OR THAT ! (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

MOONWALK (wayv)

Good guy (Sf9)

#kpop #kpop games #this or that #kpop bg #wayv #lucas nct #huang xuxi #sf9 #rowoon #taeyang #seventeen #kpop nsft #tumblr fyp #kpop fanfic #wayv hendery #yang yang #chittaphon leechaiyapornkul

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thegamestars · 2 years

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cê já contou pros seus amigos de nós? 🎳 rowoon x eunwoo 120x120 icons

na minha cabeça, eles namoram, tente me convencer o contrário

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lunnanunna · 2 years

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Don’t Go

SF9 EXTRA MEMBER AU

Summary: Miyoung was missing the two oldest who enlisted and the rest of her members are there for her.

Warnings: light swearing

Taglist: @hyunmijung @galacticstxrdust @many-gay-magpies @precious-seungwooya @helladead-hellaradical @boss-baby-jongho @kimonmars @chagi-nana @wooya1224 @poutypoutybin @sunflower-0180 @frankenstein852 @jenseok17 @keijikunn @glitteringcoffeefreak

Let me know if you’d like to be added or removed from the taglist.

A/N: Hope you enjoy!

Requests are open. Feedback is welcomed.

Miyoung sat on her bed reading. She had recently picked up No Longer Human by Osamu Dazai and was loving it. She was definitely going to reread it.

She reached for her coffee that she had on her bedside table as she reread the last bit of the current chapter she was on. She really liked the style of this author. Though she had really been liking a lot of different styles lately, seeing as she had been filling her time with reading lately. If she wasn’t filming for her channel, she was reading.

All this reading may or may not be her way of coping. (Coping with Youngbin and Inseong being gone due to enlistment.) Miyoung had no idea how she was going to deal with all of her members, if only two had enlisted and she was struggling.

Basically, in Miyoung’s mind, if she spends less time with her members now, it’ll hurt less when they leave. Was it working? Of course not. She was miserable. And she was pretty sure that her members were starting to worry, which was never a good thing.

Miyoung startled when the door to her room opened. Looking up, she saw Seokwoo and Sanghyuk walk in. She was not ready for whatever shenanigans they were about to bring, but judging by their faces, Miyoung knew that there was no way for her to avoid it.

“What do you want?” she asked, closing her book. She folded her arms over her chest, raising a brow at the two. They in turn, side-eyed each other then smirked as they walked over to her.

“We miss you,” Seokwoo said, pouting.

“We saw each other this morning,” Miyoung shook her head.

“Yeah, in passing. After you got your coffee, you came back in here and haven’t left ever since,” Sanghyuk whined, walking over to her and sitting on her bed.

Miyoung shrugged, picking at a loose thread of her sweat shorts.

“Mimi, we’re not scolding you. It’s just that this has been happening a lot. Other than practice, we’ve barely seen you,” Seokwoo said, sitting on the floor next to where she was on the bed.

She shrugged again.

“Is there a reason why you’re avoiding us?” the taller of the two asked.

“I’m not avoiding you,” Miyoung was quick to respond.

“Really, now?” Sanghuyk asked, raising his own brow at the girl.

“I’m not! I’ve just been busy,” Miyoung shrugged, though she wasn’t sure if that was going to hold up in court.

“Reading doesn’t count, Mimi. Plus you’re a fast reader. So when you’re done with a book you should have plenty of time to hang out with us,” Jaeyoon said from the doorway.

Miyoung glared at him as he walked through, the rest of the boys trailing behind him. This was starting to feel like an intervention of sorts.

“What is this?” she asked, waving vaguely at everyone as they sat at her desk, her bed, or on the floor.

“It’s exactly what you think it is,” Taeyang said, climbing over her to sit between her and the wall.

“An intervention,” Chanhee nodded.

“We don’t know what’s going on exactly, but last time you pulled away from us, you were being assaulted,” Juho said.

Miyoung stilled. They were right. She scoffed at herself, breaking her promise of always coming to them no matter what.

“You think this is funny?” Youngkyun asked, frowning.

“Listen, we can’t read you the way Youngbin-hyung can. We don’t know what’s wrong, but we can at least see that something’s wrong,” Juho said, folding his arms over his chest.

“I’m laughing, but not because it’s funny. It’s because I thought I had changed, but I didn’t. I’m still hiding things and possibly leading to trouble,” Miyoung said, running her hands through her hair.

The boys looked at each other then back at Miyoung, as Taeyang spoke up. “Then tell us.”

Miyoung covered her face with her hands. She could feel her face heating up. The fact that she was pulling away from them because she didn’t want to have to deal with the emotions that will come with them enlisting, was embarrassing.

“Are you in trouble?” Juho asked.

The visual looked up, shaking her head, “I’m not. I promise you.”

“Then what?” Sanghyuk asked.

“It’s embarrassing,” she answered, shrugging. Miyoung chewed on her lip, looking at her hands.

At that, the boys all looked at each other. Deeming it better that she feel embarrassed over unsafe, they agreed to wait for her.

“Then you don’t have to tell us now,” Seokwoo said.

“As long as you’re not in any danger,” Chanhee added.

Miyoung looked up at them. She could tell that they meant it, but now she was feeling guilty. There’s no reason she couldn't tell them. It’s not like they’d make fun of her.

She took in a deep breath then spoke up, “I don’t want you guys to go.” It came out mumbled.

“What do you mean?” Taeyang asked.

Miyoung shrugged, “Enlistment.”

“Oh, Mimi,” Sanghyuk said, grabbing her and pulling her onto his lap. She curled up, hiding her rapidly flushing face in his chest.

“Wait, Young-ah. Do you miss Youngbin and Inseong?” Jaeyoon asked.

Miyoung nodded her head.

“And now you’re already thinking about how you’ll miss us too when we go?” Youngkyun asked.

She nodded again.

“I know that this is a serious thing for you, but God damn, this is fucking adorable,” Juho smiled.

Miyoung groaned. “Don’t make fun.”

“We’re not,” Taeyang said from behind her and Sanghyuk. He ran his hand through her hair.

“Noona, we’re not all leaving at once. You’ll never be alone,” the maknae assured.

“I know, but that doesn't mean I won’t miss each of you when you leave,” she pouted.

“Is that why you’ve been distant? You were embarrassed to tell us?” Jaeyoon asked.

“Sort of. But it was mostly because I figured if I spent less time with you guys, I’d grow less attached and it’s hurt less,” she confessed.

“Okay, my turn to hold our cute Mimi,” Seokwoo said as he pulled Miyoung from Sanghyuk’s lap and onto his. Sanghyuk squawked as she was pulled away. Miyoung on the other hand, flushed again as she was being handled like a ragdoll. (It was always like that when it came to cuddling with these boys.)

Once in the tallest member’s lap, she was turned to face the rest of her members, much to her embarrassment. Seokwoo wrapped his arms around her middle and nuzzled her neck. Miyoung squirmed.

“I’m going to tell you right now, Miyoung, that your plan was going to backfire on you so badly,” Juho said.

“I figured,” she mumbled.

“Listen, Noona. All you need to know is that you’ll never be alone, and we won’t be gone forever. Two years will fly by before you know it. Plus half of us aren’t due to enlist for years,” Youngkyun said.

Miyoung nodded. She knew all that. Still, that didn't stop her from not wanting them to go. “I know.”

“Then let’s focus on the now. Yeah the hyungs aren’t here now, but we’ll keep in contact and they’ll visit too,” Taeyang said.

“Youngbin-hyung will definitely come back if he hears that Miyoung was crying over him,” Seokwoo spoke into her neck, chuckling.

“Yah! I’m not crying over him,” Miyoung protested.

“At the moment, but if you’re missing them that bad, I can only imagine how many times you’ve had to stop yourself from crying,” Chanhee smirked.

Miyoung pouted, “Maybe it would be better if you all left.”

“You don’t mean that,” Taeyang said with a knowing look.

“No. No, I don’t,” Miyoung shook her head, frowning. The others chuckled.

“Okay. Okay. That's enough pouting. How about we order takeout and watch a movie then we can prove to Mimi that she’ll never be alone?” Jaeyoon suggested.

“Sounds like a plan to me,” Seokwoo said, standing up. He threw Miyoung over his shoulder and followed the others to the living room.

“Mimi, we love you,” Taeyang smiled, looking at Miyoung who was hiding her blush behind her hands.

“I love you guys too,” she mumbled out. She smiled despite herself.

Miyoung’s Masterlist

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seawitch62 · 2 years

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Body art with Rowoon

Suggestive, smut?

Nudity

Word count 584

The 10.00 O'Clock.

*Your body. Our canvas*

Arriving with ten minutes to spare, the receptionist smiles, "good morning, your 10 o'clock is here" handing over the client's file. "Early huh, okay thanks ".

Glancing at the file, explicit instructions, 'he knows what he wants' she muses. Sipping on her vanilla latte, she heads towards her studio.

🖌🖌🖌🖌🖌🖌🖌🖌🖌🖌🖌

Entering her studio, deliberating her plan of attack, his instructions are very detailed and precise, this should be a breeze.

"Good morning Mr ….." her voice trails off, standing before wearing a blue bathrobe, is a giant of a man, and what a man! Handsome does not do him justice. Smiling at her, "Rowoon is fine".

"I hope I did not keep you waiting".

Looking at him 'oh God he's tall!'

"No one told me I needed my mountain climbing gear"

Rowoon raises his eyebrow, and grins.

"What I mean is you're tall" fumbling to save the situation.

"Coffee or other refreshment? While I set up"

"Brought my own"

"Excellent".

"Let's get this show on the road" she states with a confident tilt.

Grabbing the paintbrush and palette.

Turning around, her eyes blink with disbelief.

Rowoon has removed the blue robe and now stands before her naked.

Stuttering "you're naked!".

"Well obviously! Is there a problem?".

"Err hmm well you don't need to be naked"

With a look of complete innocence "I don't want paint on my clothing"

"Who knows, maybe you will get inspired and paint my ass," he grins.

"I am careful I promise you Mr.."

He cuts her off "I think Rowoon is applicable in this situation" laughing.

Starting her work, she begins, his body is the canvas she is the artist. Brushstrokes gently cover his limbs.

"Are you purposefully rubbing up against my butt?" He asks playfully.

"What? No!".

Focus focus focus.

"I need a ladder to scale this Mountain" she tells herself out loud.

"You're going to scale me ?"

"What? Yes! No!".

Standing on the chair the paintbrush glides over his shoulder blades, nice shoulders she thinks to herself, nice body, smooth and silky skin.

He smells good too, focus focus focus.

Stepping down from the chair as she works her way down his back.

Nice ass!

"Are you staring at my ass?"

"No!"

"Touch it, if you want!".

Ignoring him she continues working on her canvas.

"Paint it, my ass" he demands.

Oh god she inwardly moans.

The paintbrush moves across his butt, her face staring directly at his butt.

Finally she makes her way to his thighs and calves.

"Now the front" he states.

The chair her makeshift ladder, she starts with his handsome face working her way to his neck.

His direct intense focus gaze is unnerving.

"Skateboarding"

Puzzled, she answers "what?"

"Want to go skateboarding?"

"With you?"

"No my sister! Of course me!"

"I can't skateboard"

"I'll teach you".

Painting his chest and abs, their bodies are close, very close.

"If you keep wiggling on my cock we will have a problem"

Stepping back, "I I I.."

"Unless you want 'a problem'

Focus focus focus.

Work work work she tells herself.

Ignore the sexy giant.

Eye level with his package, work dammit just work.

"My cock likes you" he injects into the awkward silence.

"I'm betting your cock likes many" she adds with cool disdain.

The final paint stroke applied.

"All done" she sighs with relief.

Staring at his reflection, inspecting her work.

"Great job, I will be back and I will give my recommendations to my friends".

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hxtwasabi · 4 months

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saidrabbles · 2 years

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the cursed red string (3)

NOTE: this part is separate from the ending of part 2 !! reader ends up with joong-gil in part 2, but this part is how reader ends up w junwoong and their connection together. (same storyline)

warning: mentions of suicide

standing between the two older reapers, he noticed the red strings around their wrists. but what shocked him is when he saw the bright red on himself — for the first time since becoming a reaper. being naturally observant, he started thinking of a sensible explanation for this incident. but this isn't the first time - it happened once before. the time he witnessed your distressed state...was when he saw yours for the first time.

he heard somewhere, after he came to jumadeung that only the people connected together could see the fragile thread on the wrist of one another.

what did this mean? he cant deny the crush he’s developed for you ever since he laid his eyes on you, and to know that you’re related to his past? - he couldn’t help but feel giddy thinking about it.

but he was naive.

too naive.

it didn't occur to him that they could have a ill-fated relationship. the people in jumadeung questioned his strange death; but what they didn't know is that junwoong is just as clueless. years ago, a quiet junwoong walked behind the jade empress into jumadeung. all the leaders questioned her when she decided to assign him to the risk management team.

flipping through the stack of reports on your desk, you were unable to understand the words written. you were in a daze ever since you came into work - all your team members were aware except yourself. "i can see your dedication, but i think you should go home and rest." you looked in the direction of the voice. "mistakes will make the other teams hate us more than they already do, and its a pain in the ass" ryung-gu had a point. ever since you've seen that nightmare, you couldn't stop about the man that ended his life before your eyes. you get the chills everytime you think about it.

junwoong was observing you this whole time. it tore him apart, seeing you silently dealing with your pain. he wanted to be there for you, but what can he do when you keep pushing him away? getting desperate, he went to see the only person that would have answers.

he silently leaves the worn out office. as he's walking absent-mindedly, he ends up colliding with a body that happened to be in his way. "ack that hurts!" he gently rubs his chest as he looks up, looking for the cause of his pain. "leader park joong-gil..." he feels the gaze of the older male. "is the jade empress your friend now? you've been showing up here quite often.." he trailed off.

"and what does that have to do with you?" junwoong retorted. he felt the joong-gil's eyes soften. what is this...? "don't ask too much...some questions are better left unanswered kid" wait- kid??? "where is the kid here?? i am no kid !!" joong-gil breathed out a quiet laugh. he's laughing...? "your answer is still the same" joong-gil mumbled, but the younger one heard him. "what do you-" joong-gil starts walking away before he stops a bit and turns to look at him "just remember...it's not your fault." junwoong was baffled to say the least. but he proceeded to enter nonetheless.

gently knocking the wooden door, he then enters. he felt his chest tighten ever so slightly, warning him of what's about to be said. "director...." she looks up at the young boy. she really had a soft spot for him. she couldn't bare tell him of his past. "(y/n) is in so much pain...and i don't know how to help her.."

but it was inevitable. his would need to go back into his past again.

she sighs. "are you sure you're ready?" he looked at her, slightly puzzled. "ready for what?" she stands up, and puts her hand over his eyes. "to go back in time."

he opened his eyes, to find himself running. he was in a field of lifeless bodies, laying in a scattered manner.

adrenaline pushes him to run faster.

and from a distance, he sees a kneeling figure. as he reaches there, he stops in his tracks. he was too late. she had done it. she had killed their best friend.

feeling his tears threatening to fall, he looks for a sword. he picks it up, and points it at the now standing figure.

"you killed him" he chocked out. "what have you done??" he's crying now. "this isn't you...what happened to you?"

the person standing infront of him, covered in blood, was you. your eyes had lost its sparkle, and became dark, like your soul had died. he couldn't believe what he's seeing. he wanted to blind himself and forget the person thats standing infront him. the love of his life.

he couldn't take it anymore, it felt like his guilt was eating at him. his regret for not showing up in the right time...for not being there to stop you. things will never be the same, and he couldn't bare to live another moment with this memory engraved in his soul.

pointing the sword at himself, he looked at the sharp edge pointing at him. he can hear your pleads with his heart beating at his ears. taking one last breathe, he pushed the sharp weapon at himself.

and just like that, junwoong opened his eyes again.

he feels his face, tear-stained. he sat down, bringing his hands to his face. he sighed "that's the nightmare she's been seeing every day..." he felt his tears threatening to fall again. "and here i thought we were meant to be together when i saw that stupid string." the empress gently put her hand on his slumped shoulder. "even though your ties had been severed, the story you write here can end differently."

he leaves the office, with his destination clear. he will stop watching you from afar, seeing your pained expression deepen as days go by. he didn't want you to blame yourself anymore, he didn't want to see the guilt eat you away. even if he couldn't be someone special to you, he wanted to be there for you.

he enters the office, only to see you resting your head on your desk, with your eyes closed. assuming you were asleep, he sat in the chair next to you. "(y/n)...you can rest easy now. please...stop blaming yourself." he gently pushes a stray hair strand away from your face. "i was the one to take that decision, not you.." and that's when you snapped your eyes open, causing him to almost fall down from his seat. "what do you mean...by that?" you looked at him, visibly nervous.

"uhm- so what i meant is-" he was intimidated by your stare, again. you sat straight, and turned to look at him. "i didn't mean to scare you..." just then, you felt yourself being wrapped into a warm embrace. you felt tense at first, but seconds after, you felt yourself relax into this needed embrace. "the person that kills himself...is me." you felt time stop, for the very first time. you then tried to escape his hold on you, just for him to tighten his grip around you.

"listen to me...im not saying this to make you feel more guilty. i want you to stop blaming yourself. focus on the present junwoong." you pull away to look at him. "focus on the junwoong who won't ever let you go again. i won't stand back and watch you in pain, i can't bare to do that any longer."

you let your tears fall infront of someone — for the very first time. unable to cry silently, you start to sob. he gently holds your face in his large hands, wiping away your tears. he was comforting you with his gaze, and his soft touches. "i don't know if i deserve this..." you finally said. "i think you've spent long enough in pain...im here for you, and only you."

you look at him, feeling things for the very first time. "can i kiss you?" you asked as his eyes dilated with surprise. "y'know, I've had a crush on you for several decades now." you laugh quietly as you pulled him in for a short peck. "and i might have just shamelessly fell for you." he gives you a wide smile before he pulls you in for another kiss.

part 1 I part 2 I part 3 I bonus

a/n: ahh i hope that the ending made sense, i kinda hit writers block with this part :( thank you for patiently waiting ♡

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