#scoups x female reader

[kimbappykidding]

Imagine teasing Scoups for his crush on you but then one weekend away together you’re the one getting flustered

You realised Scoups had a thing for you pretty quickly mainly because Seventeen went out of their way to make you realise it. You were the leader of a group under the same label as Seventeen called Eos and actually debuted less than a year after Seventeen. So your groups interacted a lot and even trained together. A few weeks into training, you noticed how the Seventeen boys would all grab and nudge Scoups whenever you entered the room. If you had to partner up they'd shove Scoups towards you and stare whenever you talked or danced. So it was pretty easy to guess what was going on but you never said anything about it because you didn't want to embarrass Scoups. However after you debuted you stayed friends and that friendship grew...to the point where you were comfortable enough with Scoups to joke around with him. 

One week you were around at the Seventeen house and you were protecting the maknae as usual. You had a soft spot for Dino because you had a little brother the same age as him only born a few days earlier so he reminded you a lot of him. You always came to his defence and sided with him causing the guys to nickname you Dino's champion which Dino was fine with! When fighting 12 guys it helps to have a powerful woman in your corner.

The most recent pick-on-Dino topic was about a crush he had on one of the Stayc members. The boys and in particular Scoups were tormenting him for never saying anything to the girl about it. This has been going on for several minutes and Dino was bright pink. "Come on you've got to tell her how you feel!" Scoups said "how's she going to know if you never do anything?". You'd all had a little to drink and a comment slipped out before you could help it. "Funny for you to say that of all people Scoups" you called and everyone froze. "What?" he asked and deciding not to back down you smiled "you heard me" and stared at him until he got it. Scoups blushed and all the guys began to cheer as they got it. "She did not go there!" Seungkwan cried while Dk, Jeonghan, Joshua and Hoshi all started high-fiving you. You thought it was pretty funny when you said it but regretted it immediately after. When you stepped out of the room you began to panic. "Was that really mean?" you asked Joshua and Jeonghan "to tease him like that?". The guys, however, shook their heads "no Scoups laughed and he's a good sport, he won't be upset or offended" Joshua said and Jeonghan nodded "yeah and it's true! He was teasing Dino for doing the exact same thing he's doing". You blushed "I know but I just worried I'd gone too far?" when a voice asked "who's gone too far?". You turned to see Scoups standing there and froze but you couldn't lie so you admitted. "Me with my comment earlier. I was nervous I might've upset or offended you". Scoups shook his head "Nah not at all, it was funny and I actually enjoyed it". "You did?" you asked amazed and Scoups smiled "yeah...it was kinda hot" and walked away leaving you floored.

That comment stuck with you and the second you got home you had to share it. "He said it was hot" you said and your members all laughed before one of your members called B spoke, "well that makes sense". "It does?" you asked and she nodded "Jeonghan told me Scoups has a thing for being dominated, probably because he's the leader so he likes having someone else take the reigns and take control of him" she said. You did not know this and were shocked "oh..." you said and another member burst out laughing "she's blushing!" which made you blush even more and you all dissolved into laughter. The thing was everyone expected, sooner or later, something would happen with you and Scoups. You were both the same age, both leaders of your groups, clearly got on and had good chemistry so everyone thought it was straightforward but it wasn't to you. You were worried that a hook-up or anything like that would change your relationship for the worse. This was a tad irrational as your member Suki had been hooking up with Jeonghan for ages plus B and several other members had also slept with Seventeen guys over the years but you thought considering you and Scoups were the leaders it was different. You had more responsibility and actually really relied on each other when things were tough. When Scoups' mental health was bad he used to come to you because you'd had anxiety as a teenager and could help calm him down. When one of your members was forced to leave the group for false bullying allegations you were a wreck and didn't even know if you wanted to be an idol anymore but Scoups was there for you and drove you to practice every day. In a lot of ways you were already like the mom and dad of your groups and you worried that by making it more complicated you'd wreck that perfect balance you had. So you pretended your feelings for Scoups were just superficial and based on physical attraction when it actually went a lot deeper than that. In a Hybe Christmas raffle, Scoups won a voucher for a weekend spa trip and he and Jeonghan had been booked to go for ages but then the day before they were due to leave Jeonghan got ill and went to hospital. You rushed over the moment you heard and found Jeonghan assuring everyone he was okay. "I literally went to the hospital for a test that's it. I'm not that bad I just need sleep and rest" he explained while his members fussed over him. Seeing Jeonghan was getting annoyed Scoups called for everyone to leave the room when he spotted you. "Y/n...you came?" he said and Jeonghan spotted you. "Y/n!" he complained "I'm fine you didn't have to come all this way". You shot him a look "I heard you'd been to the hospital so there was no question of me coming, are you really okay?". "Yes it's just bad flu don't worry but actually I'm glad you're here". "You are?" you asked and Jeonghan nodded turning to Scoups. "So obviously I can't come to the spa with you" which you and Scoups protested. "But the treatments might help you!" Scoups said and you nodded "yes and I bet you can get treatments to improve congestion and sinuses". Jeonghan shook his head "I don't feel up to it and just want to sleep so it'd be a waste if I went but I know someone you can take instead" and he looked at you. It took you and Scoups a few seconds to get it and you immediately protested "Jeonghan I don't want to take your spot! You've been looking forward to it for ages". "I don't care about that" Jeonghan said "plus you've been so overworked lately haven't you Y/n?". "You have to be fair" Scoups nodded and Jeonghan continued "plus this is your first weekend off in weeks right?". This was all true and it was kind of making you wonder if Jeonghan had planned this somehow. "Plus how long has it been since you went to a spa?" Jeonghan asked and you shrugged "forever yes but aren't there any other members who deserve it more or who you'd rather take?" you asked Scoups. He shook his head "I can't think of anyone who deserves it more than you and I'd honestly prefer to be with you than any of the other guys". You blushed at how serious Scoups said that and paused "but don't we have to be there in like 2 hours?". "Yeah but it's only an hour drive!" Jeonghan cried "so Scoups drive Y/n to her house, she can pack, tell her members and then the two of you can go enjoy your weekend!". "You in?" Scoups asked you and you gave in "I'm in". So you both did as Jeonghan said and Scoups drove you to your house where you would rapidly pack. You brought Scoups in with you as he knew all your members and had been over tons of times. Everyone waved when they saw him and you explained the situation. "So I need to pack in like 10 minutes flat, B and Gia can you help me?" you asked and they jumped up ready to go. Scoups chuckled gently touching your arm "Y/n we have a little more time so don't rush yourself too much okay?". His eyes were so soft and caring that you struggled not to blush and nodded "okay". "I'll stay down here with your girls...oh are you watching Big Hero 6?" he asked and rushed to squeeze onto the sofa with them. You smiled as he stole some popcorn for the maknae making her whine and ruffled her hair before your members pulled you upstairs. "Okay so we're on a time limit so we've only got 1 minute for teasing" B said and they both launched into gushing over you. "Y/n this is so romantic" Gia said "a spa getaway together". "It's not romantic I'm just filling in for Jeonghan". "Yeah but out of 11 other guys he could've taken he took you" B said "because he lovesssss you" and you pushed her "isn't the minute up". "No that's just 30 seconds I'm timing on my watch" Gia replied and you rolled your eyes. "So with that in mind we have to pack accordingly" B said "there's a swimming pool right?". "Yes" you nodded and she smiled "so you have to wear that killer red suit! The bikini that makes your body look amazing!" she cried and you shook your head "no way! I'm not trying to seduce Scoups". "Ahh come on" Gia said and her and B began grabbing your sexiest clothes when you stopped them. "No I want to be conservative and friendly" so you selected some modest dresses and a swimsuit and placed them in your bag. "Can you guys grab my pyjamas and underwear while I go get my skincare stuff?". They nodded and rushed to help. When you returned your bag was all packed. "We even put your sleep pillow that you need to sleep in there too" Gia said and you smiled "thanks guy you're the best" and headed back downstairs. "Wow that was quick" Scoups said and B nodded "well she is the queen of organisation". Scoups smiled fondly "I know...so let's go. I figured he could grab a coffee for the drive and then head off". "Sounds great!" you smiled and said goodbye to all your members before getting into Scoups car. Once inside you sighed "I love your car" and Scoups laughed well aware of your obsession with it. "You're going to have to let me borrow it sometime" you said and Scoups smiled "hmmm maybe if you beg I'll give it you for an hour". "Only an hour!" you cried "what if I asked super nicely" and you turned towards him batting your eyes. Scoups looked at you and lasted 3 seconds before he had to turn away "yeah you can borrow it". You laughed "don't worry I'm only joking" and Scoups pretended he was too but he wasn't. He'd give you anything you wanted. The drive passed very quickly as it always did when you and Scoups were together. You arrived at the spa and got your bags out of the car. Scoups had two bags and was attempting to juggle both while he locked the car so you plucked one from his hands. "Hey..." he complained trying to carry it instead but you just started down the path leaving him with his bag. Scoups hurried after you and caught you in reception. He caught your arm and pulled you back around. "You don't have to carry my stuff!" he said and you shrugged "why not? I had a hand free and want to help you". Scoups smiled at you "you're too kind Y/n but it's okay give it" but you shook your head "everyone deserves someone to be kind to them". Scoups went to speak again when you both realised there was someone at the receptionist's desk and he was watching you both curiously. Scoups turned towards him and made for the desk. "Hello, we have a reservation at 1:00" and the man nodded "of course let me get you and your girlfriend all booked in". "Oh we're not together" Scoups said and you nodded "just friends". The man didn't look convinced by your words and glanced between you both "really?" he asked and Scoups laughed. You were amused by this guy's forwardness and nodded "yes we're just friends but really good friends". The man nodded but still seemed unconvinced "okay so here is your room key for you and your friend" he said handing them over "have a lovely stay". You and Scoups thanked him and then laughed together once you were out of sight. "What an odd person" Scoups commented and you nodded chuckling. You entered your room to see it was a beautiful suite. Everything smelled amazing and looked so clean. Scoups let out a sigh "this is the life, no boy smell or leftover socks on the floor". "Socks?" you asked and Scoups nodded "I live with 12 guys, there is always a pair of socks somewhere on the floor in the house". You nodded "makes sense, so our first treatment is in 30 minutes should we get ready and head down?". Scoups nodded "sounds good!" and took his bag heading into the bathroom "you get changed out here and tell me when you're done". You nodded and put your bag on the bed. You heard Scoups gasp and paused "Scoups? What's wrong?". "The bathroom is great too!" he called and you laughed...however you stopped smiling when you opened your bag. "Fuck!" you cried and you heard Scoups stop moving "You okay out there?". You nodded "yeah I just erm...I didn't check my bag before letting B and Gia pack it and they've chosen a kind of revealing swimsuit". "Oh?" Scoups asked and you nodded "and they've done the same for all my clothes...can you come out and tell me if you think they'll be okay?". "Sure give me one second" and you heard Scoups shuffling around. He appeared in a fluffy gown and nodded "show me". You held up the bikini and Scoups inspected it trying very hard not to picture you in it so he wouldn't blush. "It looks like a normal bikini. When you said revealing I thought it'd be worse". "Oh okay and the dress?" you asked holding that up and Scoups smiled "it's very pretty Y/n, you have nothing to worry about". You nodded "okay good I'll go get changed and took your bikini into the bathroom. You went straight down to the spa for your massages and weren't waiting long before you went into the room. The person said you could remove your gown and Scoups tried not to stare as you took yours off but you looked sensational. The red colour looked amazing on you and even the masseuses complimented you. You thanked her bashfully glancing at Scoups who was looking at his feet not trusting himself to raise his eyes any higher. As they were couples massages the masseuses interacted with the two of you. "So are you two..." the first one started and Scoups smiled "we're good friends who work together". "Ahhh" your masseuse said "how lovely for you to be here together then, it's nice you're so close. How long have you known one another?". You paused "is it four years or five?" you asked Scoups. "It will be five in May" he said and the masseuse smiled "that was pretty quick, I'm guessing you remember the first moment you met?". You honestly couldn't but Scoups nodded "I do actually. We're performers and I remember I was having a bad day because I woke up late and traffic was a nightmare. They told me I had a brand new dance partner who only just started today and I got annoyed because I figured I'd have to teach them everything but then you walked in and came right over to me when the staff pointed me out as your partner. You introduced yourself and began asking me all these technical questions, like did I want to stand beside you or behind you, could I hop over your leg or should I just to the side and tons of other minor modifications you could make to make it better for me. From your dedication and attention to detail, I knew right then that we'd get along". The masseuses told Scoups how sweet that was and you had to agree. You recalled meeting Scoups through being dance partners but couldn't remember that first interaction but it clearly had an impact on him. "Your friend is clearly very kind and sentimental" your masseuse said and you nodded "he is". After the massage you couldn't stop looking and Scoups and just feeling so grateful to be here with him. You had some time until your next treatment so explored the spa a little bit. Your first stop was the pool which was lovely and empty. You sat on the edge of the pool still wrapped in your robe and Scoups joined you. "That massage was so nice' you said and Scoups nodded "I feel so relaxed but I bet a week at work and my muscles will be all tense again". You laughed "yeah probably" and then paused as Scoups took off his robe and sunk into the water. You watched him for a smile thinking of how such a masculine-looking guy could be so sweet and soft with you. Your stomach fluttered as you began to wonder if he did have feelings for you and what that could mean. When you didn't join Scoups in the pool he looked up at you from the water "not getting in?". You hesitated and he smiled "it's nice a warm". The water glistened and his expression was very enticing so you agreed. You took your robe off and folded it up trying to hide behind it. You then tried to make your way into the pool as quickly as possible so it didn't seem like you were flaunting yourself. You rushed down the stairs into the pool and Scoups laughed "someone eager". You blushed "I just wanted to be covered". Scoups nodded "yeah I noticed that but for the record, you don't need to be self-conscious. I wasn't looking but from what I saw you're stunning". You blushed "thanks Scoups. You look good too". He blushed and changed the subject "wanna do some lengths?". You swam back and forth for a while before Scoups realised the small waterfall at the back of the pool has an alcove where you could sit behind the waterfall. "Wow, how many people do you reckon have made out back here?" you asked. Scoups laughed "hundreds, why are you offering?" he asked with a cheeky smile. "Maybe" you replied back staring at him with a serious expression. Scoups stared back at you, frozen by the situation before he shook his head and looked down "it's nice behind here" and he took a seat on the ledge. You joined him but could feel a slight tension in the air. You weren't sure why you'd said that to Scoups but hadn't been 100% joking. For a while now, you'd come to the realisation that if Scoups kissed you, you wouldn't push him away. Now more than ever you wanted him to kiss you and were done fearing what would happen if you became more. You just wanted Scoups. You eventually had to leave the pool for your manicure and pedicure treatments. Your hands and feets were pampered before being manicured and tidied. It felt like heaven and Scoups kept laughing at your expression. "Stop it!" you said but he couldn't stop laughing and that made you laugh. Scoups was obviously in a good mood because after that he kept making you and the staff working on you laugh 24/7. You loved when he acted playful and were both in fits of giggles. Your nails finished (and still giggling) you wandered into the sauna to calm down. Scoups let out a deep sigh as the heat hit him and you laughed. You had to remove your robe but it was so steamy you didn't mind. However, that did mean that when you turned to hang it up you lost Scoups. "Scoups?" you called and a hand appeared out of the fog. "I'm here" Scoups said catching your hand in his "the bench is this way" and he pulled you after him. He quickly came into view and you sat together. "This is so nice I could just fall asleep" you said and Scoups smiled "close your eyes, you can have a rest and I'll tell you when we should be heading off". So you did as Scoups aid and closed your eyes. You got more and more relaxed, your body loosening with each minute and eventually, you ended up leaning on Scoups. It took a few seconds for you to realise that it wasn't the bench but Scoups arm and you moved away "Sorry". "No don't move it's okay" Scoups said and you tentatively moved back resting against him. Scoups sat up taller so you could lean your head on his shoulder and it felt so natural and nice. You could feel Scoups pressed against you but didn't feel self-conscious or immodest. It just felt nice. However all things must come to an end and Scoups told you, the two of you should probably go get re-hydrated and get ready for your evening meal. You agreed with him and left together.

You went back to your room and drank the waters you'd brought back up from the cafe. Neither one of you wanted to move and sat on the bed beside one another chatting for half an hour before Scoups chuckled "okay if we want to make our dinner reservation we really should start moving, it's in 20 minutes". You smiled "I can easily get ready in 20 minutes, can you?". Scoups gasped "what? Of course I can!". "Are you sure because some of the guys have spoken about how you can take forever?". "This is slander!" Socups cried "I bet I'll be ready before you!". "You're on!" you grinned "bagsy the bathroom" and grabbed your stuff rushing into the room. 15 minutes later you stepped out expecting to find Scoups still doing his hair but he was sat on the bed patiently waiting dressed in a nice white shirt, trousers and fitted jacket. He was looking at his watch and smiled up at you "what a surprise, you took longer than me!". You playfully threw your bag at him and he caught it before setting it down and that was when he looked back up at you. There was no mistaking the look on his face and he gaped "wow" before he could even try and hide it. "I mean...wow you look really nice" he said and you went bright red. "Is it too revealing though?". Scoups quickly scanned you before shaking his head "not at all Y/n, you look amazing" and you blushed "so do you, that shirt really suits you" and you'd be lying if coming out to see him sat like that on the bed hadn't made your stomach do flips. Now it was Scolups turn to blush and he played with his hair nervously "thanks...should we get going?" and he held out his arm to you. You made your way down to the restaurant and noticed people looking as you walked in. You figured they were all appreciating Scoups and he assumed the same but with you. Scoups gave his name to the waiter and you were taken to a nice table in the back away from other tables. "Nice seats" you said going to sit down before realising Scoups was holding out the chair for you. You walked to him blushing slightly and couldn't see but he was blushing too. Everything on the menu sounded amazing so you ordered quickly and then were sat across from one another. "Thank you for bringing me today" you said "I've had a lovely time". "You're very welcome but it's not over yet" Scoups said popping the bottle you'd bought for the table. He poured you a glass and smiled "We should definitely do things like this more often". You agreed "definitely, to us" and clinked glasses in cheers. Your food came quickly and was so good. It was filling but not bloating and afterwards, you felt good. You were together finishing off your drinks when a waiter banged into the wall because he'd been staring at you. Scoups saw it happen but you just heard the noise and turned to see his scurrying away. "What happened?" you asked laughing and Scoups smiled "the waiter saw you and banged into a wall". You frowned "what? No...". "He did" Scoups said "he took one look at you and forgot what he was doing. You're dangerous Y/n". You blushed shaking your head but Scoups smiled "you're very beautiful Y/n I'm sure you're used to it". You pause "it's very kind of you to say" and Scoups shrugged "it's the truth". "It's just hard when you don't see yourself that way. I've noticed you don't like compliments". "I love them!" Scoups said and you laughed "so why every time I called you handsome today did you change the subject?". Scoups paused and shook his head "well I guess that's more to do with you". "With me?" you asked and he nodded "as in, sometimes when an insanely good-looking person compliments your looks it feels odd and is hard to believe". You'd learned Scoups would compliment you no matter your protests so just decided to address the latter. "Well believe it. I think you are incredibly attractive Scoups and I know lots of people do". "If you say so" he said as you shook your head "what's it going to take for you to believe people want you?". He shrugged "I don't know...I just never will I guess". You couldn't cope with that or this gorgeous man thinking nobody wanted him when that wasn't remotely true. "Scoups?". "Yeah?" he asked looking at you. "I want you" you said and his eyes widened slightly, his lips parting as your words sunk in. "You do?" he asked and you nodded "yes, I've always wanted you" and Scoups didn't have to ask what you meant. He could just  tell from your tone of voice and the way you were looking at him. "You can have me" he said and quickly put some money down on the table and took your hand leading you to your room. He unlocked the door easily and once inside there was a brief moment where you both stood staring at one another waiting to make the first move. "Y/n I just want you to know...you don't have to do anything with me, I like you no matter what happens". You smiled "I know and that's why I know this is the right thing to do. You're so kind it's so hot" and you kissed him. Scoups loved you making the first move and happily let you press him back against the door. He wrapped his hands around your waist pulling you in tighter and you just let your instincts take over. *** "I can't believe Jeonghan's plan worked" you said and Scoups looked at you laid next to him "you think he planned this?". You shrugged "maybe not getting ill but he definitely used it to his advantage...I just can't believe it worked out like they all said". Scoups smiled turning on his side so he was facing you. He traced your arm and stared at you "and how did they say it would end?". You laughed blushing "exactly like this, us getting together after just one night alone". Scoups smiled "well you are irresistible" and gently kissed you. "You're one to talk" you replied and Scoups beamed. He wrapped an arm around you and you came to lay on his chest. "You know...we don't have to tell them if you don't want" Scoups said. You paused "keep it a secret?". "Yeah but only if you want to, I'm more than happy to tell them or hide it. Whatever you want". You thought about it for a second before speaking "well if we keep it a secret then that means we have to hide it and I don't want that. I want to be able to hug and kiss you whenever I want...well within reason of course. I won't just march into practice and kiss you" you said but Scoups smirked "well you can if you want, I won't be mad" making you chuckled. "Yeah you'd love that wouldn't you?" you asked and Scoups smiled "just a little". You checked out of your room the next day and were both grinning from ear to ear. You had the same receptionist and he looked at your entwined hands and smiled "thought so" he said under his breath and you both laughed. "Yeah you must be psychic" Scoups said and the man shook his head "no, I just saw how you looked at each other" making you blush. The drive back passed so quickly because neither of you wanted to go back to real life. Scoups stopped at his place because that's where you'd left your car and he invited you in for a coffee and to tell the guys. You walked in hand in hand all ready...for nobody to be there. "Well this is anticlimactic" Scoups said and he walked into the kitchen but there was nobody there either. You heard someone in the dining room and went in to find Vernon there. "Oh hey Vernon" Scoups said taking your hand and Vernon nodded to you both "Hey did you have a nice time?". He didn't even look at your hands, he didn't notice. "Yeah we did...where is everyone?" Scoups asked and Vernon shrugged "outside maybe? I'm not sure". You headed into the living room and sure enough, everyone was outside. Scoups turned to you "you sure you're ready to tell them?". You were just thinking everything over when you heard a loud gasp and turned to see Dk and Seungkwan standing behind you. The two worst members to catch you. "Oh. My. God!" Seungkwan yelled looking at your hands and Dk screamed and ran outside "Y/n and Scoups are together!". All the guys turned and looked towards the doorway where you were now visible. "Scratch that" Scoups said and he led you outside. You reached the table and he smiled "hi everyone, I think you've met my girlfriend Y/n right?".   They all started going crazy cheering and celebrating. Money was exchanged between several people and Dk and Hoshi started bowing to Jeonghan. "So you two really couldn't go 24 hours alone together?" The8 asked and Scoups nodded. "Yeah, my girlfriend's hot and I'm proud of it" making you blush. You stayed with Scoups and his members all day before you had to go home. Scoups didn't want you to go and neither did you. You must've said goodbye 3 times before you finally made it to the front door. "Now this is goodbye for real this time" you told Scoups leaning in to kiss him and he agreed "okay" but the second you pulled away he set those beautiful eyes on you. "You sure you can't stay for one more drink?". "No!" you said laughing "I want to get home before it gets dark and we'll see each other tomorrow at work right?". Scoups nodded "right" and you smiled "so I'll see you then" and with a final kiss finally walked out of the door. You got in your car and only then did the situation hit you. You let out a happy squeal and relaxed back into your chair. This weekend couldn't have gone any better.

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26. "Seja uma boa garota e abra bem as suas pernas pra mim." + 37. "Me ensina o que fazer." contém: prequel desse pedido feito pela @hyuckhoon; a leitora e seungcheol estão em um relacionamento; menção a crimes cometidos, morte e uso de armas de fogo; smut: oral (masculino); facefucking; oral fixation; masturbação (f); contagem de palavras: 2,3k nota da autora: a continuação do ladrão de carros!seungcheol está entre nós! muito obrigada pelo pedido e pela paciência pra entrega meu amor, espero que curta o resultado. 💖

A primeira vez que você engatilhou uma arma foi com Seungcheol. Você seguiu seu irmão para uma daquelas reuniões nas garagens velhas do subúrbio e ele foi obrigado a deixar você ficar. Ele e Seungcheol bebiam com outros caras da gangue enquanto tinham cada um uma garota no colo. Sua ideia era estar no lugar dela, mas ele mal tinha te olhando desde a sua chegada, então sentada do outro lado do cômodo feito de lata, velho e abafado, você esperou enquanto também bebia, tentando espantar o tédio.

Depois, você andou pelos cantos do lugar olhando as peças espalhadas no chão e nas bandeja perto dos capôs abertos dos carros, tentando lembrar o nome de cada uma desde a última vez que seu pai tinha te ensinado. Encontrou, entretanto, algo que era cotidiano, mas não era ferramenta ou componente de nenhum veículo. Segurou o metal entre os dedos deslizando as pontas pelas arestas frias de metal, seu dedo adentrou o círculo e você imaginou como seria apertar o botão.

"Tá tentando explodir a própria cabeça hoje?", sua primeira reação foi largar a arma. Seungcheol te leu de cima a baixo e a segurou nas mãos, conferindo se estava engatilhada ou não. "Você já usou uma dessas?"

"Não…", e um sentimento de inferioridade te preencheu. Essa informação só corroborava a imagem infantil que ele tinha de você, agora além de não te ver como nada além de uma menina, ele também não te respeitaria como aliada.

Suas mãos, que se seguravam uma as outras, foram tomadas por ele. Você o encarou automaticamente e percebeu enquanto você desfilava pela garagem procurando encrenca ele tinha tirado a regata suja de graxa e agora vestia apenas a calça jeans larga presa por um cinto velho, revelando uma boa parte da cueca branca. Você encarou o abdômen que transpirava enquanto vocês conversavam, a barriga traçando a linha até a virilha e o peito largo e de mamilos baixos, demorando mais do deveria, mas sem forças para se corrigir.

No final ele só tentava abrir espaço para encaixar a arma na sua mão da maneira adequada. "Segura direto. Com força, isso. Firme", ele te instruiu, deixando de te tocar. As mãos foram para a cintura fiscalizando o jeito que você se posicionava. Balançou a cabeça negativamente. "Se você não segurar com força antes de estourar sua cabeça ela vai estourar seu ombro. Tenta mirar. Não, não coloca na frente do seu olho, ‘tá maluca? Aponta e estica os braços pra frente!"

A cena era ridícula, porque em nenhum momento você teve a intenção de parecer boba ou indefesa, você queria mostrar que conseguia, sabia que ele te admiraria por isso, mas você simplesmente não tinha jeito. Abaixou a arma, a apontando para o chão, e respirou fundo. "Me ensina o que fazer."

Ele parecia irritado, mais que o normal. Seungcheol era emotivo, mesmo que isso fosse contraditório para a imagem dele e principalmente para o meio onde cresceu. Que ele tinha um temperamento difícil você já sabia, o humor dele ia de zero a cem muito rápido, mas geralmente ele não expressava esse lado perto de você, só ouviu falar sobre essa parte dele, na sua frente ele era sempre o mais despido de qualquer sentimento. Você gostava de imaginar que ele se escondia.

Puxando seu braço com uma força que talvez não tivesse notado, ele encostou suas costas no peito desnudo. Você sentiu o suor colando na sua pele e o cheiro másculo e agridoce que sempre imaginara que ele teria, obrigando-se a conter um sorriso mesmo que a vontade fosse quase insuportável. Agarrou suas mãos que seguravam a arma e apontou para o pôster na parede, encaixando a cabeça ao lado da sua, posicionando a boca tão próxima a sua orelha, mas sem tocá-la. O hálito quente quase derreteu seu corpo todo. 

“Você não pode ter medo dela nem de quem estiver na mira dela. Você não pode vacilar, entendeu?”, era primeira vez que você notava um tom hesitante na voz dele. Você finalmente estava conhecendo o Seungcheol emocional de quem todos falavam e estava amando cada segundo. “Espero que você nunca precise usar, mas se precisar… ” ele se separou de você, tirando a pistola da sua mão e jogando sem paciência na mesa de metal, chamando a atenção do grupo do outro lado do ambiente. 

Você pegou a arma no movimento seguinte, engatilhou a bala e fez menção em atirar na porta fechada da garagem, mas com a mesma agilidade Seungcheol segurou o cano e a atirou de você mais uma vez. “Para. Você não precisa me provar nada. Guarda essa bala pra quando precisar de verdade”, o olhar dele era tão sério quanto no dia que encontraram o corpo do irmão dele no cais. Os lábios colados um no outro indicava a falta de paciência e te dizia que ele queria continuar aquela conversa, que ele tinha mais a dizer e não era pouco.

“Desculpa”

“Não precisa, não precisa disso…”, ele balançou a mão e fechou os olhos por um segundo, como se quisesse apagar uma imagem da própria cabeça, “Só… Não se meta em uma situação onde você vai precisar usar essa arma, ‘tá bom? Se não eu vou ter que usar a minha”, disse te dando as costas e saindo pela porta, observado pelos amigos que chiaram em desaprovação e depois voltaram a beber como se nada tivesse acontecido. Você ficou ali, extasiada, desejando ler qual expressão o rosto dele estava escondendo naquele momento.

Você acordou do sonho que recuperou aquela memória. Seus músculos doloridos da noite anterior e da cama incrivelmente desconfortável te lembraram onde você estava e, mesmo com certo esforço, seus olhos não se abriram completamente, incomodados com os raios de sol. Você levantou a cabeça e viu Seungcheol abrir a porta com dois copos de café nas mãos. Ele usava exatamente a mesma roupa do seu sonho, nesse caso nenhuma roupa na parte acima da cintura, e você sorriu com a visão, escondendo o rosto quando ele te viu acordada. Sorriu de volta, um sorriso reservado, mas essencialmente satisfeito. 

Fechou os olhos de novo, se espreguiçando debaixo das cobertas e sentindo Seungcheol engatinhar em cima de você, alcançando seu rosto em um silêncio sereno. O nariz foi ao seu pescoço, inalando o cheiro devagar e estalando um beijo rápido, para logo em seguida levantar-se e sentar na beira da cama. 

“Onde você ‘tá indo?”, você reclamou, manhosa, tentando segurar o braço dele. 

“Tomar meu café, você devia fazer o mesmo”, te respondeu com o tom sério de sempre. Ele bebeu do copo olhando para janela extensa do loft mal cuidado, compenetrado, como se fizesse cálculos complicados enquanto aproveitava o gosto, e provavelmente estava. 

Você se levantou e se debruçou sobre as costas dele, circulando os braços pelo pescoço e dizendo um “bom dia” baixo no ouvido, que segurou sua mão e te respondeu no mesmo tom. Você distribuiu alguns beijos na pele da nuca e dos ombros, o ouvindo rir contido e soltar um “tsc”, sabendo onde aquilo levaria. Se levantou rápido da cama, animada, e ajoelhou-se na frente dele, a mão esperta desafivelando o cinto e abrindo o zíper. Seungcheol te deu espaço para fazer o trabalho, matando a bebida em um gole e se permitindo concentrar na imagem de você aos pés dele, puxando a calça e a cueca até os tornozelos. Respirou fundo quando sentiu sua mão envolver a extensão do membro já meio duro e com o dedão acariciou sua boca, passeando com a digital pelo lábio inferior, sentindo a maciez que logo o encontraria. Você abocanhou o dedo, chupando enquanto o encarava gemendo. Depois, segurou a mão e colocando a língua para fora, segurou o dedo indicador e do meio na boca, os babando propositalmente e permitindo que Seungcheol brincasse com a cavidade, indo até a garganta, como fazia quando os colocava dentro sua entrada apertada. 

Tomou a própria mão de volta e passou a bombear o pau quase completamente ereto, inspirado pela expressão mais devassa e faminta vinda de você. Trouxe seu rosto para mais perto e deixou você deslizar cada bochecha pela pele quente e veiuda.

“Você foi assim buscar café?”, perguntou antes de passar a selar beijos delicados na extensão, indo até a cabecinha inchada.

“Assim como?”

“Assim, pelado”

Ele riu, segurando os lábios gordinhos entre o dente, já embevecido pela luxúria, imaginando o que faria com sua boca. “Alguém roubou minha camiseta, não tive outra opção…”, ele apontou para o seu corpo com o queixo, mostrando que você vestia a regata dele.

Você sussurrou algo sobre não haver nenhuma outra peça de roupa na casa e continuou: “Elas ficaram te olhando, não ficaram?”, perguntou sabendo a resposta. Não poder contar as pessoas, pelo menos por enquanto, sobre o relacionamento de você era um porre, principalmente porque Seungcheol era Seungcheol e no lugar nas mulheres que frequentavam a vizinhança você também não pensaria duas vezes em se oferecer para ele, como já tinha feito muitas vezes. 

“Olharam”, respondeu, não te oferecendo mais nenhuma informação, dando espaço para sua imaginação trabalhar, sabendo que isso te deixaria mais acesa do que qualquer outra descrição. Segurou, então, a base do falo e deslizou pela boca babada, te assistindo chupar a ponta de leve e depois escorregar a língua por toda a dimensão. Ele sabia bem que você estava devolvendo a provocação e adorava quando você era tão filha da puta quanto ele. Os olhos se levantaram, desentendidos, e Seungcheol te encarava com toda a paciência do mundo. “Que isso, meu bem, tu sabe que pra mim só tem você…”, te explicou com o tom suave e ameno que esse sempre usava nesses momentos enquanto acariciava sua bochecha e prendia seu cabelo atrás da orelha. “Vai, coloca tudo…”, pede, franco, e você obedece, mesmo que um pouco relutante sobre as palavras dele. O membro toca o fundo da sua garganta, te fazendo sentir o gosto salgado e a mão dele se tornar mais firme na sua nunca. Você o olha de baixo, a cabeça jogada para trás e as íris reviradas de prazer. Empurra o rosto na direção da virilha, prendendo a cabecinha inchada e mostrando que ele poderia afundar-se mais, se quisesse. Seungcheol entende a mensagem, segurando sua cabeça com as duas mãos e movimentando a cintura para frente algumas vezes, grunhindo toda vez que sua língua e garganta se contraiam, o sufocando. 

Se retirou de você, com o rosto seguro pelas mãos e o filete de baba escorrendo pelos cantos da boca, e a beijou, os lábios e cada pedacinho do seu rosto, sussurrando desculpas e agradecimentos. Se afundou de novo, encontrando o fundo de novo e se sustentando ali, absorvendo as vibrações que seu gemido provocavam e te libertando em seguida. Os dedos limpam os líquidos que descem e o nariz afagava o seu. “Você é tão boa pra mim, do jeitinho que eu gosto”, e puxou para os braços dele, abraçando sua cintura, mordendo sua boca, misturando as salivas, apreciando cada um dos detalhes de olhos bem abertos enquanto te via transcender nas mãos dele.  

Te colocou de costas para ele, como naquele dia, anos atrás. "Seja uma boa garota e abra bem as suas pernas pra mim", pediu, separando as coxas e deslizando sua calçinha para o lado com os dedos que antes foram provados por você, tendo acesso as dobras da sua intimidade. A sensibilidade dessa parte, que já pulsava há um tempo, negligenciada, te fez perder o controle do próprio corpo, o deixando ser tomado por Seungcheol. Com um cotovelo ele te mantinha exposta e com a outra mão continuava a te estimular, brincando com o ponto delicado, desenhando círculos e mais círculos enquanto eventualmente usava as digitais para massagear também a sua entrada. 

Beijava seu pescoço e a região da sua orelha, beijos doces e de uma ternura que Seungcheol guardava quase sempre para quando vocês estavam assim, longe do mundo. “Minha princesa…”, sussurrou, olhando por cima do seu corpo os líquidos escorrendo por toda sua intimidade que pulsava de vez em quando, “Você só fica toda molinha assim pra mim, não é?”, perguntou e você balançou a cabeça prontamente, gemendo enquanto assistia os dedos grossos aumentarem a velocidade da fricção, “Logo todo mundo vai saber que você é minha… E eu sou só seu, te juro”, e mordeu sua orelha, a puxando demoradamente, juntando todos os dedos e os deslocando de um lado para outro, acelerado. A última ação que você conseguiu tomar antes de chegar a um orgasmo profundo e aflitivo, soltando um lamurio grave, foi segurar-se nos antebraços de Seungcheol. Ele te confortou e elogiou enquanto você atravessava a onde de prazer com mais beijos e murmúrios de voz baixa, garantindo que você era a coisa mais linda que ele já teve. 

Ameaçou tirar sua peça íntima quando ouviu alguém espancar a porta sem piedade. Mais murros foram desferidos seguidos de vozes que ambos escutaram. Seungcheol pulou da cama, fechando o cinto e tirando uma arma escondida no colchão. Engatilhou a bala e andou até o final do cômodo, confirmando pelo olho mágico que os caras de quem ele e seu irmão tinham roubado o comboio na semana passada estavam ali, armados e nem um pouco amistosos. “Caralho… Se esconde debaixo da cama, agora. E não fala nenhum-”, mas quando ele te olhou, você tinha a pistola que ele havia te presenteado anos antes carregada e apontada para a porta, esperando um sinal. “‘Tá maluca?! Vai pra debaixo da cama!”, te alertou, te ameaçando com a expressão mais assustadora e assustada que você já tinha visto.

Seu olhar, ao contrário, era seguro e calmo. Você tinha guardado esse tiro, como ele pediu, e estava pronta para usar. “Eu disse que eu ‘tô do seu lado, não disse? Agora abre essa porra.”

Seu namorado te conhecia o suficiente para saber que você tinha cruzado uma linha que nem mesmo ele conseguiria te fazer recuar. Respirou fundo, resignado, e cedeu, abrindo a porta de uma vez e atirando em direção ao chão para assustar os homens, te garantindo mais tempo. A primeira vez que você disparou uma arma foi com Seungcheol.

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Last Update: 4/12/24

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Work From Home | csc x reader

Rating: M (18+) | Word Count: ~2.3k

Summary: Seungcheol's got a lot of grading to do but it seems you just can't wait.

Warnings: mentioned f. masturbation, fingering, unprotected piv sex, he cums inside, lil aftercare

Tags: husband!cheol, professor!cheol, softdom!cheol, est. relationship

Reader Notes: has vagina and breasts, lowkey bratty

It’s late when a knock sounds on the door to Seungcheol’s office. He’s been working for hours, a stack of graded papers to his right and a pile awaiting his red pen to his left. The poorly constructed words are starting to blur together, incorrect grammar and spelling errors blending into a jumble that makes him doubt his own knowledge of language and composition. He yanks off his glasses and rubs at his stinging eyes, one hand running through his hair as he feels his chest stretch on a deep breath.

“Come in, baby,” Seungcheol calls tiredly, grimacing at the scratchiness in his voice and reaching for his glass of water, only to find it empty.

Huh. When did he finish that?

The door opens a crack and you peek in just as he spins his chair to face you, your brows twisted up in the way they always do when you’re about to ask him to do something for you. You’re well aware he promised his students their grades by Monday so it won’t be anything time consuming, but he’s intrigued by the fingers playing with the drawstring of your pajama shorts. You don’t really get nervous around him anymore, not after eight years together, and he’d be worried if he couldn’t already tell you’re turned on.

It’s obvious, to him at least, the width of your pupils and the sheen of your skin giving you away. You look so apologetic to be interrupting him, making his lips stretch in a fond smile and his hand reach out, taking yours and pulling you closer, his grip tightening insistently when you don’t immediately climb into his lap. You huff, a fake beleaguered sigh escaping, and he brings his other hand up to skim the outside of your thigh, his thoughts calming and his vision clearing the longer he touches your soft skin. His hand falls and wraps around your knee, tugging until you acquiesce and straddle his thighs.

“What’s up, sweetheart?” Seungcheol asks as his hands smooth up your legs to press his fingers into your waist, stopping for a squeeze of your hips along the way.

“You’re not done yet, right?” you ask tentatively, your fingers playing over his chest and the fabric that covers his shoulders.

He looks over his shoulder to the pile of ungraded papers and turns back slowly with a pout and a shake of his head, “Not even close, baby, sorry.”

You pout back, your shoulders slumping and your gaze avoiding his as you search for your courage. Seungcheol can tell you’ve found it when your back straightens and your fingers clamp down on his shoulders, your breasts rising with the breath you take in. He can’t stop his eyes from dropping to track the movement, watching as the soft material of your sleep shirt drags over your nipples, stifling a groan when they pebble under the fabric.

Locking your eyes with his, you look for reassurance and he grants it, nodding his head and smiling softly at you, his eyebrows scrunching together as he waits for you to speak. “Honestly,” you stop to take a deep breath and continue in a rush, “I was looking through our texts for the recipe you sent me because I was working on the grocery list and I wound up rereading all the texts from when you were away at that conference and it made me want you really bad but I knew you were busy so I tried to take care of it myself but it just wasn’t-”

“Enough?” Seungcheol interrupts you, his voice gravelly.

You shake your head, opening your mouth to speak before Seungcheol lifts a thumb, presses down on your plush bottom lip, and asks, “What wasn’t enough, baby?”

Your whole face crumples and your body sags against his as you whine, “Don’t make me say it.”

You’re too cute for him to stay strong, his stern face breaking into a grin and his thumb leaving your lip as he wraps both arms around you and holds you tight, sliding down in his chair so you can settle further into him. This brings your hips closer to his and he nearly jumps when he feels the heat of you, searing even through however many layers of fabric are keeping you from him.

Seungcheol wants to say four but he’s starting to doubt you’ve got underwear on and he’s itching to find out, swallows the moan that rises in his throat when you begin to press kisses along his neck and lets his hands slide underneath your pajama shorts onto your bare skin.

He was right, he thinks with a shudder, sinking his fingers into your perfect ass and bringing you down onto his dick, starting up a slow grind. He’s been half hard since he realized you want him and he’s only getting harder, his cock jumping when you nearly bounce on top of him with a sharp gasp.

“Stop teasing me, please,” you whimper into his shoulder, your arms twining around his neck and your chest pressing against his. You try to speed up the movement of your hips but he tightens his ironclad grip on your ass and all you can do is take it when he starts bucking up into you, the shaft of his dick bumping into your clit with every thrust.

Seungcheol knows he could make you cum like this and truly considers it, brings you closer and closer to the edge with each drag of his hips against yours, but he knows you won’t be satisfied cumming around nothing so he somewhat frantically shifts one hand down and slides in one, two, three fingers with ease. You really had tried to take care of yourself and for some reason that warms Seungcheol’s heart, to know that even though you’d had a more than willing husband who could get hard for you with just one look, you’d taken matters into your own hands just because you knew how much work he had to do.

And now he’s thinking about you laying in bed with your fingers buried between your thighs and his name on your lips, thinking about you trying different vibrators only to toss each one away because it just can’t get you there like he can, thinking about how the fingers playing with your drawstring earlier must have just been inside you, and fuck, now his fingers are deep inside you instead and you’re writhing on his lap, your back arched and your nails sharp on his scalp. You’re getting close and Seungcheol wants to make you cum but he also wants you on his cock, though he’s not sure you can cum twice after getting so worked up. You must already be sensitive and the grinding probably didn’t help, and he could curse himself for teasing you when he should’ve been fucking you.

“Do you wanna cum like this or on my cock, baby?” Seungcheol asks, spreading your ass with the hand still squeezing your flesh so he can sink his fingers in deeper and start to scissor them inside of you. You’re cumming in the next five minutes, whether it’s with his dick or his fingers, and he wants you to be prepared either way.

“On your cock, Cheol, please, I need it,” you breathe, pulling away from his shoulder to plead with teary eyes, “Been thinking about it all day.”

“Oh? All day, sweetheart?” Seungcheol smirks, his hand leaving your ass to fumble with his sweatpants, untying them hastily and tugging them down enough to rest under his heavy balls. He’s been leaking more precum than he realized and honestly, thank God you want to cum on his cock because there’s no way he could grade anything when he’s this fucking hard.

“Yes, all day, since I woke up without you. The texts just made it worse,” you pout, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging with gentle fingers and sending shivers down his spine.

“Should’ve told me, baby, you could’ve sat on my cock and kept it warm for me and I could’ve made you cum every hour,” he teases as he pulls his fingers from you with a slick pop, bringing them up to paint your bottom lip with your wetness and lick the rest off with his tongue.

Your eyes glaze over a bit but you manage to respond, “Like you would’ve gotten any work done with me on top of you like that.”

“Got me there,” Seungcheol chuckles, wrapping one hand around the base of his dick and the other around your waist, nodding down at his lap and waiting for you to tug aside your shorts and line yourself up.

He nearly jumps when the head of his cock comes into contact with the molten velvet of your cunt, the feeling brand new even after so many years together. His head tips back onto the chair as you start to sink down, your pussy swallowing his length slowly but surely. Every time he gets inside you, it’s the second best thing that’s ever happened to him (the first being that you’d married him) and he’s sure there will never be a moment he doesn’t cherish it, cherish you.

And the best way to cherish you in this moment is to wait patiently for your walls to stop fluttering around his dick and then start pounding into you, making sure the head of his cock grazes your g-spot whenever the angle allows. But the chair keeps swiveling, moving too much for him to get the leverage he needs, so he spins around and tips you back against the desk, bracing his feet on the floor and making sure you’re steady leaning back on your elbows before fucking into you again. This position is better, gives him more space to buck in and out of you and lets you feel more secure, and the angle has him thumping the patch of nerves inside you with every thrust. He can feel you getting wetter around his dick, feel your walls opening up to let him in and then clamping down to keep him in, and fuck if he isn’t the luckiest man on earth to be able to feel you like this.

“So good, baby, so fucking perfect for me,” Seungcheol grunts breathlessly, the air in his lungs stolen by the way you’re already tightening up again, the weak whimpers escaping you, the bounce of your breasts under your shirt. He’s getting close too, his balls starting to draw up and his cock getting harder, swelling just a little bit bigger inside you. He should’ve known he wouldn’t last, should’ve predicted this from the moment you knocked quietly on his door, but it’s not like he’s upset. Sure, he wants this to last forever, but he can also just finish his work and fuck you again tonight, or tomorrow morning, or whenever you’ll be up for it, which will likely be sooner rather than later, knowing you.

So he leans into it, fucking you harder and letting the feeling rise in his stomach, shifts a hand off your hip to reach his thumb down to your clit, swirling harsh circles until your cunt locks up, your walls pulsing and sucking him in deeper. Sobbing cries of his name sound into the room and a gush of wetness seeps out around his cock, shoving him over the edge with you.

Seungcheol can feel his dick twitching within the grip of your walls, groans as his hot cum floods you in waves, swallows a whimper of his own when you squeeze tighter and milk him dry, leaving his head fuzzy and his ears ringing. He blinks his eyes open to find you with your head tilted back on your shoulders, your breasts heaving and your pussy still quivering around his softening cock, and reaches for your hands, tugging you forward with shaking fingers until you collapse against him and breathe a sigh into his shoulder.

He rubs his hands up and down your back, gritting his teeth against the stinging pleasure of your still-throbbing cunt and drowsily grumbling sweet nothings into your hair, words of love and devotion and adoration, plus some extra about how he’ll wake you up with his head between your thighs tomorrow morning and the quickie he’s already planning at your office tomorrow afternoon.

Seungcheol feels more than hears you giggle and knows you must be ready to move by now, rises slowly with you held snug in his arms and stumbles off to the bathroom, lowering you carefully and turning on the shower. His sweats and your shorts are both soaked with cum so he strips them off, balling them up and tossing them in the hamper along with your shirt and his, leaving you naked and shivering on the tile with a mixture of your cum trailing down your thighs. He almost wants to laugh but knows it’s his fault so he just pulls you close and sways with you until steam starts to fog up the mirror, walking you into the shower and starting your washing routine.

“You can go back to work,” you mumble drowsily, your limbs heavy and your eyes closed as you try to help him.

“Fuck work,” Seungcheol responds with a kiss to your nose and his soapy hands on your body, “They can live without their papers for one more day.”

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[dirtysvthoughts]

Can I ask for 34, 40, and 42 with Manager!Seungcheol and Idol!Reader? Thank you! 🙏

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a/n: whew, i got carried away again lol - i really loved writing this, thank you anon! hope you enjoy <3

tags/warnings: manager! seungcheol, female! reader, idol! reader, you and cheol are the same age (yes it matters in the story), some dirty talk, fingering, seungcheol being the comforting person he is, also lowkey filth when it gets to the steamy part, you guys have fully initiated my cheolrot

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34. “each of my thoughts about you is improper.”

40. “i’m afraid i can no longer remain professional.”

42. “you’re mine.”

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“are you nervous?” your bandmate looked at you in worry. you hadn’t spoken a word in over 20 minutes.

of course you were nervous. it’s the first music show for your group’s long awaited, highly anticipated third comeback. the girl crush concept you all presented struck the right cord with the public to where you guys had not one, not two, but three songs to perform all in one night. so yeah, your nerves are shot clear through the roof right now.

“yeah i’m fine,” you respond clearing your throat. “it’s a big deal for us tonight, y’know?”

“and you all will do absolutely amazing, so don’t stress out too much,” you turn around to hear the voice of your group’s manager, seungcheol. some of your worry fades into a shy smile upon seeing him.

“makeup and hair are coming in 5, and then we’ll go to the stage for your first full prerecording.” he calls your name and two others to first for makeup, and then you’ll switch with the two who got their hair done first.

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you look at yourself in the dressing room mirror, smoothing down your outfit. your black crop and skirt were decorated with belt buckles and for the finishing touch, an oversized black denim jacket. you take out your phone and take a few pics, for your group’s social media page and for yourself.

in the middle of taking a pic with your jacket hanging off the shoulder, you hear the door open. “who is it?” you ask as you put your jacket back on facing the door corridor.

“it’s seungcheol,” he responds as he comes into view, standing at a distance from you. “you okay? i didn’t see you out there with everyone else. matter of fact, you’ve been quiet all day, it’s kinda unlike you.”

you sigh, “i’m fine, cheol, really.. i’m just nervous and a little on edge today. practically the whole world is gonna be watching us tonight and there’s so much anticipation. what if things don’t go the way we think?”

“i can understand your worries. comebacks have a tendency to bring out anxieties, but i’ve been observing you guys from the beginning of this comeback and you all are going above and beyond. you have nothing to worry about. tonight will be amazing and every schedule after that.” he approaches you and he puts his hand on your shoulder. “you’re going to do amazing tonight. i know you are, but you have to believe it too.”

his deep voice and reassurance brings a wave of calm to your body. you truly had one of the best managers in this career. you bring your hand to meet his. “thanks, seungcheol. i don’t what i’d do without you.”

“no problem, you’ve got this! and this is probably not the most appropriate thing to say as your manager, but you look really good tonight by the way. just putting it out there,” he says bashfully.

“you think so?” you shyly smile, squeezing his hand. you turn around to face him. “well, this is probably not the most appropriate thing to say as your artist, but i think you always look good,” you seductively say as you draw a line on his collarbone.

he holds you by your waist to draw you in closer, your lips centimeters away from each other. for the longest time, you couldn’t deny your physical and emotional attraction to your manager - he was the man you dreamed would be yours one day, and for him to have you this close? this was a dream come true.

“well if you feel the same way, then i’m afraid i can no longer remain professional,” he whispers before smashing his lips into yours, caressing the side of his face into the palm of your hands. you return the fervor of his kiss, snaking your fingers through the back of his hair. he gently pushes you down on the mirror table, taking off your jacket and tossing it to the other side of the room. he slots a leg in between and it takes everything in you not to moan loudly.

“i can’t believe this is happening,” you whisper in between kisses, roaming your hands around his back. “you don’t know how long i’ve been waiting for this… each of my thoughts about you is improper.”

seungcheol can feel his dick twitch at those words. you both really were on the same page. had you been on his mind a few times a few nights when he would get off in his room? perhaps.

“tell me then, what did you think of baby? tell daddy, my love.” he rubs his fingers over your panties, admiring how wet you were getting at just his touches.

“well, i had this one dream a while ago… i was wearing this one lacy lingerie set you got for me and my hands were tied with your belt. you punished me for being a naughty little thing and you made me cum three times that night. when i woke up, i needed you so bad,” you whine out remembering how the next morning, your panties were completely soaked.

seungcheol groans at the image you created for him. he had to take you home after everything was all said and done tonight.

“well there’s no need to fantasize anymore, i’m right here baby. you’re mine.. all mine, if you’ll have me.”

before you can respond back yes, he inserts two fingers in your panties and begins to slide them in and out of you at a slow, yet steady pace. you continue to call out for him, holding onto him for dear life.

“do you think people will start looking for us?” you ask, noting that even though it’s only been a few minutes, you’re pretty sure someone would notice that you and cheol had been gone.

“probably.. do you think you can finish in a few minutes? i’ll make it up to you later, i swear!”

you sigh, a little sad that you couldn’t continue for a little longer, “you better make it up to me then.”

he picks up the pace, now going faster. you try and match the rhythm of his fingers with your hips, grinding it out. the combination of the two after a few minutes is enough to bring you to the edge.

“ch-cheol, i-i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna cum!” you breathily whine out, burying your face in his broad shoulder. “please t-tell me i can c-cum, p-please?”

“you’ve been so good for me havent you? go ahead, cum all over my fingers, baby,” he says and you immediately come, your juices coating his digits. he brings them up to your mouth and you eagerly suck them clean, loving how you taste on his fingers.

“well.. that was something,” you say as you both laugh together, seungcheol helping you to get up. you smooth your outfit down once again, thankful that you looked relatively the same outwardly before he fingered you. you put your jacket back on and do a double check in the mirror to make sure you’re 100% fine before stepping out the door.

“okay, let’s go,” you say as he lets you walk first, trailing behind you. as you open the door handle, you pause at stare at seungcheol.

“what?” he asks a little confused.

“you better not leaving me hanging, cheol. i’ve been thinking about this for a long time now.”

he chuckles as he presses a kiss to your forehead. “i promise i won’t. besides, this is about to be a phenomenal night for you, why not cap it off with something special?”

you smile as you open the door, walking out first, your mind already wondering to how he would pleasure you. “i can’t wait until then,” you say winking at him before disappearing from his sight.

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[everlyn63]

mingyu would literally be the typical golden retriever boyfriend I swear😭

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he would try all possible ways to make you smile and laugh when you are having a bad day or any other days, just to see your smile. and one important thing, HE LOVES FEEDING YOU!

feeding you has become his major goal whenever you're alone or with friends and family. once the food arrives and before you could grab a spoon, mingyu would be quick to take a spoon of the dish and direct it towards your mouth. he starts whining with his lips pouted and looks at you with his puppy like eyes if you reject this action out of embarrassment and whatever mingyu wants mingyu gets so in the end you surrender and let him feed you throughout the meal, getting teasing looks from your family and friends.

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[midnightstay-blog]

Forever without you

Angst 🌖| Space travel Au 🌕 | Female reader 🩵 | Fluff🌙 | Scenario✨

Tw: Implied death

An: I saw one of those TikToks where people ask couples scenario questions. One of them was if you and your partner were in space with a group of people and your pod malfunctioned and woke you up earlier than planned would you let them (your partner)sleep or would you wake them up? This is inspired by that and that one movie (it has Jennifer Lawrence and Chris Pratt in it). Disclaimer I’ve never seen that movie but I know their pods break while they are on their space journey. I wanted to write something semi-sad for a change of pace. I might turn this into a full fic later but I don’t know yet. Anyways, happy reading.

Genre: Seungcheol x female reader

Theme: Right person not enough time / Lost Love / established relationship

Summary: you and seungcheol are selected to be one of the many couples who get to go to a new planet to start over. However, the trip doesn’t go exactly as planned.

Word count: 1730

“I’m sorry but we don’t seem to have that name on file,” one of the workers tells you as they scroll through the list of names on their tablet.

“that’s impossible the email that I got specifically said to come here and ask for his file by name,” you say sadness and a bit of anger laced in your tone.

Feeling frustrated you let out a deep sigh before checking your phone. You noticed the date March 14th two years to the date since that day, the day your world changed forever. You fiddle with the ring on your left hand. Originally, he had given it to you as an anniversary present. It served as his promise to you.

“Wait here it is Mr. Choi, right? “She asked as she double-checked her screen.

Nodding you confirm and shortly after two men come out of the back with a large box full of his things. You had thanked them before signing for the box and taking it with you back to your apartment. A short cab ride later and you had arrived at the high-rise that you’ve called home since that day. It was supposed to be your new home with Cheol. after all, he had designed it along with the pods that brought you to this place. Stepping into the unit you are greeted by your cat as you remove your shoes and place the box on the table next to you. 

After getting settled you place the box on your work desk before switching on the lights and having a seat in front of it. For a while you just stare at the box until a brief, but small meow escapes your cat pulling you back to reality. “I know... I know but it’s been so long and I- I’m not sure if I’m ready.” You tell the furry animal. Soon she begins to paw at the wires under your desk before you take her and move her to her tower in the other room. Placing her on the tower you return back to your office before taking a deep breath and reaching into the box. Your heart begins to race as your hands find an envelope post marked to you. You run your fingers over the writing, His writing before setting it down and continuing.

The next item is an old picture of the two of you. It was of your first official date. You smile as you recall the memory. The two of you had met at a friend’s engagement party and had been inseparable ever since. When Coups had asked you on a date it had been about two weeks after that party, there was a carnival in town, and he couldn’t wait to take you. In fact, you made it a group trip with him and his friends. You guys ended up staying the whole weekend.  It was a little unconventional for a first real date, but you grew to cherish the time. Looking at the picture one last time you set it on your desk before reaching back in the box. This time you had come across a few of his hoodies and a few discs. You place the hoodies folded on the other chair next to you before grabbing the discs and setting them on your desk. It had been a long time since you were able to watch anything in disc form. Most forms of media had been preloaded onto a projector so now all you had to do was pick up your remote and press play. After looking at the discs you decide to start with the letter. Opening it you begin to read its contents. :  Love, if you’re reading this then that means that something went wrong concerning the pods and I’m not with you right now. Though I can’t be with you physically I want you to know that I’ll always be in your heart and that you’ll always have mine. I’m assuming you got the discs. There should be about 12 or so total depending on what time the malfunction happened that’s if it happened. Everything that you need is on them. Make sure you watch them in order it’s important. I know we had a lot planned together but I want you to know that you will get through this and that I will always be rooting for you. If you need anything the guys are always there so don’t be afraid to reach out to them. Also, don’t be afraid to start over I know it’s gonna be hard at first, but I believe in you. Yours always, Cheol.

Once you finish the letter you wipe your tears and pick up the first of many discs. However, before you can watch it you have to look for your old DVD player. Getting up you make your way into the hallway closet near your living room before digging through a few boxes. Eventually, you locate the DVD player and begin to make your way back to your office. However, before you do you take the chance to change into one of Cheol’s hoodies from the box and a pair of pajama pants before you eventually make your way to your office.  Setting the DVD player on the desk you plug it in before you turn off the lights and place the first disc next to it before turning it on. It takes a while to boot up before the familiar logo starts to dance across the screen. Placing the disc in the machine you wait for it to load and soon Coup’s face pops up on the screen. For a moment you contemplate turning it off not sure if you’re ready. Taking a deep breath, you press play, and the video begins. He’s sitting at his desk drawing up what looks like blueprints for something. Soon one of the boys calls his name pulling him from his work. Looking up he offers a small smile to the camera. “Why are you filming me I thought you were supposed to be documenting the project.” He questions amusement in his tone. “Well since you’re the lead engineer on the project and you’re currently working on what will become our beds for the next couple of lightyears. I figured they’d want to see the before stages too.” Vernon chimes.  

 “Plus, what if she sees this? “He inquires.

“If all goes well, she shouldn’t have to see it.” Coups says reminding his friend.  There is a brief moment of silence before another person pipes up.

“Oh, please by time this comes out I wouldn’t be surprised if the two of you were probably be married with kids.” Mingyu half jokes. 

“we’ve only been on one date dude.” Coups reveals.

“Yeah, but we’ve all seen the way you two stare at each other. It’s as if one of you is gonna float away or something.”  Vernon teases as the two share a laugh. Cheol’s face begins to burn red from the teasing of the younger men. You smile to yourself seeing them all together again as the video continues. When you to met originally it was a Boo’s engagement party though Vernon had been the one to introduce you to Cheol.

Eventually, you two had started dating shortly after that and a few years later his project at work had been approved for launch. Initially, he was so excited about it but as time went on, he began to have a few worries but he tried not to let them show. Also as time went on you two grew closer and closer and eventually you were one of two couples to be chosen to go to this new planet. He explained it as his bosses wanting him to help out with some of the living arrangements and though you were skeptical about it at first eventually you came around. If only you knew then what you know now.  Hours passed as you watched all the other videos. In some, he talks about your time together and how nervous he was when you met his parents. In another about the time you were house-sitting for him and Kuma got out. He laughs at the memory now.

Soon, you make it to the last one. At this point, you get up to check on the time and it is well past midnight into the early morning of the next day.  As you return to your desk you press play for the finale time that night. This time coups is sitting at the front of the ship staring at the stars. For a while he just sits there in silence occasionally glancing between the sky and the camera.  His hair is longer almost past his shoulders but not quite. Turning towards the camera he takes a deep breath before he begins.

“This will be my last vlog.” He states letting the words hang in the air.

“I tried to fix the pod but without the right components it’s basically useless.”  He states while rubbing his face out of frustration.

“I know at some point you’ll see this, and I want you to know that I’ll always love you.” He exclaims looking directly into the camera.

In that moment you take in a breath wiping the stray tear that began to fall from your eye with his sleeve. He continues saying his goodbyes to all of his friends and family members leaving instructions for how you are to be taken care of etc. Eventually, you watch as he walks over to the suites and begins to put one on. Making his way to the airlock he gives the camera one last smile before the screen goes black.  Once the video ends you sit there soaking in his final words for what feels like forever. Eventually, you manage to pull yourself from your desk and try to get some form of sleep. However, just as you are about to place the discs back into the box your computer dings from the corner of your desk catching your attention. Walking over to it you click on the notification revealing an email. Shocked by its contents you back away from your desk in disbelief before you drop your computer and sit on the floor staring at it. The email reads: Don’t give up on me yet. -Coups

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[finallydelight]

MING CHAPTER WHERE MEMBERS BECOME CERY PROTECTIVE OF HER 🥺 i love seeing how much they care for her

here you go, love! i hope you enjoy it and thank you for the request!

Personal Space, Please | Ming Chapter

October, 2020

"Everyone's here? Great, we can start then! We'll begin with unit shoots, who's going first?" The photographer looked from the complete group to their manager.

His eyes first landed on Hoshi. "The 96z will start." Jun, Wonwoo, Hoshi and Woozi got up from their seats and took off their jackets to begin the shoot. Meanwhile the rest of the members waited and cheered them on.

Ming was getting her makeup retouched when a male staff member approached her. "Ming-ssi, do you need something warm? It's quite cold here outside."

She figured he was part of the photographer's staff, since she didn't recognise him. "I'm fine, thank you." She declined, not feeling that cold.

"If you need anything, you can always ask me." He said, before bowing his head and walking away.

"Do you know him, unnie?" Ming asked her stylist, while she fixed her eyeshadow. She shook her head. "No, I don't think he's with us."

"HOSHI SEXY!"

Ming's mind got taken away from the staff member and was brought back to the photoshoot happening in front of her.

"Guys, there's a change of units, the maknaes and 95z will shoot together." Their manager announced, looking up from his phone.

They all looked up confused. "Why?"

"Otherwise we don't have enough time for the full group shoot." He explained, typing away on his phone.

They all nodded, not minding it very much. "And fans will like it either way, the youngest with the oldest, that always gets well received." Their manager said, smiling at the members.

"It's okay, hyung." Coups said, letting him know it was alright.

"I really like the dress they picked out for you." Her attention shifted back to her stylist, who seemed finished with touching up her makeup.

Ming looked at the dress, it wasn't too short on her, but it wasn't long either. "I like it too, something different."

"Alright, next unit, please." The photographer announced, loudly. Mingyu, Dokyeom and Minghao got up as the manager looked at them.

Ming looked to her right and saw the male staff member from before on his phone. Normally, she wouldn't think anything of it, but the camera was held at quite a weird angle and when she looked in his direction, he almost dropped his phone.

She turned her head back to the photoshoot, but she couldn't get that weird interaction out of her mind. She signalled to their manager to come over. "What's up?"

"That guy on the right there, who's holding his phone, he's kind of behaving weird. I think he was filming me." The manager subtly looked at who she meant, but he wasn't holding his phone at that moment. "Probably a bit starstruck to see you, but we'll keep an eye on it." He told her, giving her an assuring smile.

"Thank you."

After a while, it was her unit's turn to be photographed for the magazine. The photographer instructed the members to lay down on the ground next to each other in a circle formation. They all did as he said and lied down on the ground.

"Hey, what's that guy doing?" Mingyu noticed the male staff member holding his phone at quite a weird angle, it seemed to be pointed at the young female. The others looked to where Mingyu was looking and were confused as to what he was doing. "Is he taking pictures of Yerim?" Woozi asked.

As she was too busy with the shoot, Ming didn't notice her dress had ridden up a bit. However, the mysterious male staff member did and wasn't going to let the opportunity slip to take a picture of it.

"I think he is." Mingyu said, already getting up along with Wonwoo and Hoshi. They moved themselves in front of Ming behind the camera, so they were blocking the guy's camera.

The others who stayed seated alerted their manager. "Hyung, that guy behind the members is taking pictures under Ming's dress." Dokyeom informed him, pointing at the man in question.

He nodded and made his way over to the man. The manager could already see the guy slightly panicking and saw him doing some things on his phone, before putting it in his pocket.

"You're not taking pictures of the artists, right?" He asked him, still trying to sound professional. The guy shook his head. "No, no, I wasn't, I was just on my phone." He tried excusing himself.

Their manager nodded, not believing it for one bit. "Can I check it, you know, so there are no misunderstandings?" He already had a feeling the guy had deleted the pictures, but it was worth trying.

He hesitated for a bit, stuttering inaudible words, before typing his password and giving the manager the phone. His suspicions were correct and there were no pictures of Ming or any other member present on his phone.

He handed him his phone back. "Thank you, we have to be careful, we don't want any issues for our artists." He hoped by coming up to the guy, he would get the message and stop bothering Ming.

He made his way back to the members. "I checked his phone, but there were no pictures on there." He told them.

"The bastard deleted them." Woozi commented, giving the guy a glare. "Poor thing, she can never catch a break with these perverts." Minghao said, feeling bad that it was always Ming who had to deal with these kinds of situations.

"Alright, that's good, thank you," the photographer put his camera down, "let's retouch the makeup, change the set and then we'll do the group shots." He instructed the teams around him.

Mingyu had grabbed Ming's coat and covered her while she got up, so no inappropriate pictures could be taken anymore. "Yerim-ie, the guy was taking pictures of you while you lied down." Wonwoo told her, helping her up.

She furrowed her eyebrows. "What?" She looked around the set, but the guy wasn't anywhere near in sight.

"What do you mean taking pictures of her?" Cheol joined them, overhearing what Wonwoo told her. "While you guys were on the ground, a male staff member was holding his phone at quite a weird angle. The manager went up to him, but he had already deleted the pictures by the time he got to him." Wonwoo explained to them.

"Where is he?" The leader asked, looking around the set. "He doesn't seem to be here right now." Mingyu and Ming chorused.

"Yerim-ie, come here for a second, let me fix your makeup." Her stylist called her over. Ming nodded and made her way over. "A bit more powder, your forehead was a little shiny in the pictures." Her stylist explained, putting some more powder on her forehead. "Well, I am a star." Ming commented sarcastically, making the older woman laugh.

As the two women continued chatting, they failed to notice a figure creeping up on them. Ming did feel someone walking behind her, but she couldn't move as her stylist was retouching her makeup.

"Hey!"

All of a sudden, there was a commotion happening. A bunch of members surrounded her, there was yelling, a broken phone on the floor.

She felt arms around her shoulder and on her back guiding her away from the set, looking next to her she saw Jeonghan and Minghao. "What happened?" She asked then, totally confused. "That guy was filming under your dress." Jeonghan answered, voice thick with anger. "Coups-hyung pushed him away from you." Minghao mumbled, just focused on getting her as far away from the scene as possible.

Ming looked at him in shock, not expecting that that was what the commotion was about. "He pushed him?" She asked them.

"He wanted to push the phone out of his hand, but he was standing very close to you, and… yeah." Jeonghan tried explaining to her.

They made their way to the dressing room, since it was empty and quiet. Despite the frustrations and anger they felt, Jeonghan and Minghao remained calm on the outside. If they remained calm about the situation, Ming would remain calm.

"He's not going to get in trouble, is he?" She asked them, not wanting their leader to receive a scolding by the company. "Don't worry about that, Ming-ah." Jeonghan told her, not wanting her to feel bad about anything.

The door of the dressing room opened, revealing Vernon, Chan, Seungkwan, Dokyeom and Jun. "Here's your coat." Chan hands it to her. "Thanks."

Dokyeom immediately sat by Ming's side, checking up on her. "You're okay?" He's too sweet, honestly. She nodded. "Yeah, I didn't really know what was happening." She told him. He gave the younger one a hug, knowing it would give both of them some comfort.

"Security took the guy away." Seungkwan informed the three members. They all nodded, relief going through their bodies that he wasn't there anymore.

A couple minutes later, the rest of the members walked in. There was an obvious tension in the room that none of the members dared to speak on. It was a truly rare sight.

Woozi scratched his voice. "The guy had a video on his phone, but it's gone now," he starts off, "and the shoot is canceled, so grab your stuff and we can go home." The members moved at his words and started gathering their belongings to make a quick getaway.

Their staff had also made their appearance and started packing all the makeup, hair products and clothes that they had needed for the shoot. Ming had also seen their manager briefly, but he didn't really seem in the mood to talk.

Mingyu, Cheol, Wonwoo and Ming got into their car together. There was a silence present in the car that Mingyu tried to fill up by talking about this new camera that he had bought. Eventually, Mingyu and Wonwoo fell asleep since it was quite late at night and it had been a hectic day.

Ming stared out of the window, deeply sinking into her thoughts. A hand against her arm brings her out of her trance. "Hey, little one." She looks at Cheol, giving him a tired smile. "Hi"

"How are you feeling?" He asked her, realizing he hadn't been able to talk to her since the 'incident'.

She shrugged her shoulders. "I'm just tired, I want to forget today." She told him, being honest about her feelings.

"You're not alone," he said, "I hope I didn't scare you, I don't know what came over me." She could hear the guilt in his voice and could see it in his eyes, it broke her heart to think he thought she would be scared of him.

"I could never be scared of you," she grabbed his hand, "I just don't want you to get in trouble, oppa."

"You're more important to me than the company, Yerim."

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[xoxodino]

choi seungcheol

kinktober day 1 - somnophila

choi seungcheol x fem!reader

warnings: somnophilia, previous consent given, swearing, no protection, set relationship, pretty much it, just not proofread.

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“mmph..” seungcheol groans. he hasn’t been able to sleep at all tonight, tossing and turning all night so far. he flips over once again to check the time on his phone. 3:27am.

he runs his hands down his stomach once he lays back down on his back. the tips of his fingers dance over the waistband of his sweatpants. thoughts running back and forth through his head, he turns his head to you.

his girlfriend, he forgot you were only sleeping right next to him. he’s surprised you haven’t woke up yet with the constant adjusting.

he thinks it’s wrong to have such lewd thoughts about you, and while you’re sleeping right next to him? he felt even worse. he knew you said it was okay before if he woke you up with his cock inside you, or even just his head between your thighs.

the fantasies bounced from being taboo to being something you wanted. he wants to give it to you, and lord knows you wanted just as much.

you had already been sleeping on your stomach with only one of his hoodies on. ‘why not?’ he thought.

he sits up on your shared bed, turning around so he can kneel and take in the image in front of him. you, in his hoodie that was obviously too big for you, and nothing under it. he felt himself grow harder just by the sight.

he peeled the blankets off the lower part of your body, your skin flaring up as the cold air hit it. he ran his hands up from the back of your calves up to your ass. lifting up the hoodie, he saw your pussy.

that was enough for him. he wanted to give you what you wanted and to indulge in your fantasies. he peeled off his sweatpants with his boxers with them, just enough for his cock to slip up to hit his stomach. he lets some curses slip from his mouth, but a low whisper.

he slipped your legs open only a little at a time, not to disturb you. climbing over you so his hands are just beside your arms, seungcheol runs the tip of his cock up and down your vagina. he hit your clit a few times for some sort of a “foreplay”.

that was only seconds before decide to push in. he sucks air in through his teeth, almost like a whistle coming out.

right when he’s bottomed out, you start shifting. seungcheol moves his hands down to hold your hips, trying to keep you steady. a groan leaves your lips before he starts moving his hips steadily.

the subtle sound of his cock running against your walls was intoxicating. he kept rocking steadily, his thrusts almost stuttering when you clench around him and shift again. he sucks in a deep breath, keeping himself grounded.

“..c-cheol?” he almost freezes when your voice hits his ears. he feels like you’re gonna get upset, force him off of you. he thrusts quickly came to a stop.

you push your ass back onto him, almost begging for more. “w-why did you stop.. fuck..”

hearing that was all the confirmation he needed from you.

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[proudahgase-exol]

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𝕄𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

𝙎 𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙥𝙨:

𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘵……

𝙅𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙝𝙖𝙣:

𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘵…..

𝙅𝙤𝙨𝙝𝙪𝙖:

𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘵……

𝙅𝙪𝙣:

𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘵……

𝙃𝙤𝙨𝙝𝙞:

𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘵……

𝙒𝙤𝙣𝙬𝙤𝙤:

𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘵……

𝙒𝙤𝙤𝙯𝙞:

𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘵……

𝘿𝙆:

𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘵……

𝙈𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙮𝙪:

𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘵……

𝙈𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙝𝙖𝙤:

𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘵……

𝙎𝙚𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙬𝙖𝙣:

𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘵……

𝙑𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙤𝙣:

𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘵……

𝘿𝙞𝙣𝙤:

𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘵……

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[kimbappykidding]

Imagine your brother Jeonghan trying to set you and Scoups up but you refuse claiming Scoups is too goody-goody, which drives the leader of Seventeen crazy

It took 2 weeks after you moved to the same city as your brother for him to start trying to set you up with his friends. To be fair Jeonghan had been saying you'd really get along with Scoups for a while now but you'd managed to dodge any awkward dates or outings...until now. Your brother had invited you over to his place for dinner. He'd told you none of the guys would be there but when you showed up guess who happened to be joining you? 

The leader of Seventeen was a lovely guy and you didn't mind his company. It was your brother's prying that put you off the whole thing. You had a habit of doing the opposite of whatever someone wanted you to do and blamed your rebellious brother for teaching it to you. Usually it only annoyed other people but tonight Jeonghan got to experience it first hand. After dinner, Scoups left the table to go to rehearsal leaving you and Jeonghan alone. You'd had a nice meal and the conversation had been good. You and Scoups had joked around all night and found a lot of common ground, so your brother assumed you were in love. "So..." Jeonghan said after Scoups left the room and you smiled back pretending to be oblivious "so...". "Don't you agree Scoups is so great?" he asked. You smiled "yeah he's really nice and funny, I'm sure it drives some girls crazy". Jeonghan knew from the way you said some, you weren't talking about yourself and he couldn't believe it. "Don't tell me you're not including yourself? The two of you were so hitting it off!". You laughed "we were chatting Jeonghan that's all". "You weren't chatting you were connecting and I know it! I could see you liked talking to him so why are you denying it?". You shook your head "I'm not denying anything. Sure he's nice and handsome and cool but he's not my type". "Cool, handsome and nice aren't your thing?" Jeonghan asked. You shook your head "honestly it's the leader thing. It's a huge turn off and that's why I can't find him attractive".  

Jeonghan's jaw dropped "you're serious?" he asked you nodded "yes! You know I don't like rules and he's the leader! He's automatically more responsible and abiding". Jeonghan frowned "kinda but also not. He actually challenges our company and managers all the time. He's a good guy". "I don't doubt it but I don't want a boyfriend whose favourite roleplay is teacher and student". Jeonghan went to argue "but if you just gave him a chance...". "I said no Jeonghan" you said standing up "sometimes you're just not as smart as you think you are" and walked out of the room.

Insulting your brother's intelligence was the best way to drive him crazy and so when Scoups got home many hours later he found Jeonghan up waiting for him. "Jeonghan? What are you doing up?" Scoups asked and he sighed "my sister is driving me insane". Scoups laughed and came to sit beside him. Jeonghan had prepped Scoups beforehand and told him of his plan to set the two of you up. Scoups wasn't keen on dating a member's sister but thought you were pretty and funny so he agreed to give it a shot. When Jeonghan explained your feedback he was shocked and a little hurt. "So what does she like bad boys?" Scoups asked. Jeonghan shrugged "I guess? She's just never been one for conventional authority or tradition so it makes sense". Scoups frowned "but I'm not exactly a good boy" and Jeonghan laughed "I think she just sees you as our leader and not as you. Don't take offence". "Ow no I'm taking offence and making it my mission to prove her wrong". The more Scoups thought about your view of him the more it bothered him. He'd never ever been told he was too goody-goody. Sure he was a respectful citizen but all his life he'd been known for standing up to people and demanding what was right. So to hear you had this completely backwards idea of him made him want to show you the true him. That and the fact he was pretty strongly attracted to you and loved proving people wrong. Scoups had liked you since he first saw you and would've asked you out if hadn't been around so fleetingly. But now you were here, in all your glory, challenging him it seemed like the perfect opportunity. He figured the least goody-goody thing to do would be to confront you. So when you arrived at the house the next morning to go out with Jeonghan he walked up to you and asked you "do you really think I'm a pushover?". You looked up from your phone and shook your head "not a pushover per se but someone who follows the rules? Yep". Scoups laughed "y/n that's the furthest thing from me. I'm always saying stuff I shouldn't and standing up for the members...I even got us banned from isac for picking a fight with the referee!". You nodded "really?" not looking impressed and Scoups nodded "yes...why don't you believe me?". "Because you have such an innocent face there's no hiding it Scoups" you smiled "you're a good boy and that's fine. Geat even, so many people would love that so own it". Scoups pouted "but I'm not and I'll prove it to you!". "How?” you asked and Scoups paused "I'm not sure how but I will". In response you just raised your eyebrow and went back to your phone. You were so infuriating and that was kind of attractive to Scoups which was driving him crazy, so he started forming a plan. You lived close by so were at the house a lot which Scoups was banking on. He walked into the living room to see you sat there and made a show of sitting down on the sofa and taking his coat off. "I thought you had rehearsal?" you asked and Scoups nodded "I do". "Then what are you doing here?" you asked. He smiled "the benefit of being the leader is I get certain perks. If I want to skip a session I can. I just assign another member to do my work. Being on the top means you get to call the shots". "Is that so?" you asked and Scoups nodded "yep". "And you do this often? Making the other members pick up your slack?". "Whenever I want to" Scoups shrugged and you nodded "so what happened to always standing up for your members to management? Aren't you just as bad as them if you're doing this to your members?". Scoups paused unsure how to answer your question and still remain a bad-boy. "Well I'm not really palming my work off on them more...not doing it". You nodded "funny how the story keeps changing" and Scoups blushed. "Look my point is I do what I want when I want. I tell the management when something isn't right. I take a day off work when I want it. I have all the power. If I don't want them to find me then they don't" putting his feet up on the sofa for a bit of added effect. Then as if by magic his phone rang in his coat pocket. You both paused but neither of you moved. "You gonna get that?" you asked. Scoups always answered his phone and tensed as it kept ringing. He wanted to get it, but you were watching him so he shook his head "nope" and you smiled seeing him struggle. "Don't you wanna know who it is?" you asked, and he shook his head again. Your smile grew and you reached into his coat pocket to fish it out. "It says manager...sure you don't wanna get it?" you asked waving it in front of him. Scoups twitched and then sighed "I really should we're changing Dino's schedule and I need to know so I can tell him" taking the phone. You smirked and walked out of the room. "I am in control though" he called after you but you were long gone. The next time Scoups tried to show he was physically capable. Jeonghan told him you used the gym around the corner and although the company had a gym Scoups decided to go there too. He walked inside to see you doing some weights and smiled. He purposefully chose a machine near you and was going to pretend to have been here a while when you suddenly finished. He rushed to get on the machine as you came closer and started pulling the metal bars. "19...20" he said pretending to count as you appeared in front of him "hey y/n". He sighed like he'd just done a really difficult set and wiped his forehead "you working out too?". You nodded "yeah I am, I didn't know you worked out here". Scoups nodded "yeah all the time". "Why don't you use the company gym? Jeonghan said it's free". Scoups smiled "you think the money worries me? Money hasn't bothered me for years y/n". You raised an eyebrow and Scoups realised that sounded snobbish so hurried on "plus the gym at the company isn't very good". "It's not?" you asked and Scoups shook his head "see because we're all idols they don't want us to get injured or to get too big in case it doesn't fit our image". You nodded "right...so why are you only lifting 2kg?". Scoups went to laugh at your joke when he looked down and saw his machine, which he had been pretending to do many reps on, was set at the lowest weight. "Oh that I...well funny story it sometimes accidentally changes your weight". You nodded "wow how strange" and walked away. Scoups hung his head in his hands. When it was clear his attempts weren't working Scoups decided to call in some help aka the maknaes who still thought he was kind of scary. You were going out to dinner with Jeonghan one day and just as you were leaving Dino and Seungkwan asked if they could come. Jeonghan looked to you and you nodded "of course!". Jeonghan smirked "they're only coming because they know I'll pay for them" but there was actually another reason. Once you'd ordered your food Dino turned to you "y/n did you really say Scoups is a goody-goody?". "Yeah did you actually?" Seungkwan asked and you smiled "who told you him or Jeonghan?". "I heard it from Vernon" Seungkwan said rather quickly and Dino nodded "yep me too". You didn't believe either of them and smelled something fishy but smiled. "Yes I said that and I stand by it". "Seriously?" Dino asked laughing "he's our toughest member and not even just physically he's so brave and outspoken". He can be really scary too" Seungkwan said. You smiled "Scoups? Scary?". "Ow yeah Scoups is terrifying" Seungkwan said. You nodded "and what makes him so scary those cute cheeks and long eyelashes?". "His personality" Dino said "and he's very strong". Seungkwan nodded "and he just has this aura about him. When his tone lowers you get scared automatically". "Yeah one day I walked into the dorms to find him attacking Mingyu" Dino said "I was so scared I avoided him for like a month after". The guys all laughed and Jeonghan smiled "it's all true y/n". You nodded "I don't doubt it but when was this?". Dino paused "erm that doesn't matter". "No I want to know when it was" you said smiling sweetly and Dino sighed "when we were trainees but just because he doesn't do it anymore doesn't mean he's not scary!". "Yeah we're better behaved now!" Seungkwan agreed. You smiled "so when was the last time you avoided him for a month?". Dino looked down "since that day...never". You smiled satisfied "oh look our food is here" and the boys knew they'd lost. When the guys returned home Scoups was waiting. The minute they walked through the door he jumped up "so how did it go?". They all looked down and Scoups' smile faded "not well huh?". "She just...didn't really care" Dino said and the others nodded "yeah she knew the stories we were telling were from ages ago and she just shut us down straight away" Seungkwan explained. Scoups sighed "no problem thanks for trying". "We can try again if you want?" Dino asked but Scoups shook his head "no it's fine..." and walked away. Jeonghan followed Scoups and sighed "I have to get back to the company building but I don't want you to be upset". "I'm fine" Scoups said but Jeonghan could tell he wasn't. "You know this probably isn't even anything to do with you...when y/n gets an idea in her head it can't be shaken and that's just how she is". Scoups nodded "yeah I get it don't worry it's fine". Jeonghan sighed but stood up "okay well you can call me if you need me, yeah?". Scoups nodded and waved as he left. The door closed and Scoups sighed. He didn't know why you were so against him but he was done trying to convince you otherwise. He thought the two of you would've gotten along well but it clearly just wasn't meant to be. The doorbell went and Scoups figured Jeonghan must've forgotten his key or something. He opened up the door to find you stood there of all people. He blinked when he saw you and even you seemed surprised he was the one who opened the door. "Hey, Jeonghan forgot his wallet. He asked me to put it in my bag for safekeeping and forgot to take it back". Scoups nodded taking it "thanks for bringing it back". "No problem" you said and looked down "so...goodnight" and went to walk away. "Wait y/n...I have something to say to you" Scoups said. You paused and turned back around "okay". Scoups' heart was hammering in his chest but he took a deep breath and began to speak. "Look I'm not covered in tattoos and piercings. I don't drive a motorcycle and I've never gotten in trouble with the law but that doesn't make me soft. I'd fight anyone for my members because they're my family and I'd do anything for the people I love. I'm strong physically, mentally and sometimes there's more to be said for the man who sticks around and supports people than the ones raising hell and setting fire to things but if that's not your thing then that's totally fine. I just wanted to say that to you". You nodded "are you done?". Scoups nodded swallowing and you sighed before smiling. Scoups frowned and you began laughed. You let him sweat for a few seconds before coming clean. "Scoups I never thought you were soft and I'm not into bad boys". "You're not? But Jeonghan said...". You chuckled "my big brother is great but he's never met a single one of my boyfriends in person before. He has no idea what my type is and yes it's true I don't like followers but as a leader I'd say you're the opposite of that, right?". Scoups heart was beating rapidly and as you said those words he felt the blood rush to his cheeks. "Right" he nodded and you smiled "i like guys who know what they want and go for it. Ones who stand up for what is right. Ones who speak their mind" you said "I was waiting for this the whole time". Scoups laughed "so for once all I had to do was open my big mouth?". You nodded "yep but you did it now". Scoups nodded and spurred on by how you were looking at him he smiled "and what's my prize for that?". You smirked "well I have some ideas but is there anything you want?" you asked flicking your hair back. "You" Scoups admitted and he kissed you. Scoups pulled you into the house and closed the door behind you. He melted into the kiss and was encouraged by how eagerly you kissed him back. He wrapped his arms around you pulling you even closer and he backed you up against a wall. Just as Scoups was beginning to think you weren't as confident as you claimed, you bit his lip which made Scoups gasp and pull back. You laughed at the look on his face and smiled "you're so cute". Scoups shook his head and in one smooth motion picked you up "I'm a lot of things but cute isn't one...allow me to show you". You just smiled "can't wait" and he carried you upstairs. The next morning When Scoups stumbled into the kitchen the next morning looking dazed it didn't take the members long to realise what had happened. "Y/n?" Joshua asked and Scoups smiled widely making them all laugh. "So is she everything you ever dreamt of?" The8 asked and Scoups laughed "she's amazing. I've never met a more confident person. She knows what she wants and knows she can get it which I find so attractive. She challenged me more than anyone I've ever been with and it's a constant power change". The members laughed at Scoups's very happy but tired face. "To be fair hyung this might be a power struggle you're happy to lose" Jun said and Scoups smirked "yeah you're probably right. I feel like already I'm weakening". The door opened suddenly and Jeonghan walked into the room. Everyone went silent and not so subtly looked to Scoups. Jeonghan took in his messy hair and expression, and sighed "you slept with y/n didn't you?". Scoups eyes widened "what! How did you guess that?". "Because that's the face you always have the morning after and judging by how happy you look it must've been my sister". Scoups nodded "okay yeah you're right but it was totally safe and consensual". Jeonghan nodded "I know". "So you're not mad?" Scoups asked. Jeonghan shook his head "I learned ages ago I can't control my sister. Also you remember I was trying to set you both up, right? I wish it had been a little more old-fashioned but this works too". Scoups nodded "just to warn you we haven't labelled anything". Jeonghan smiled "I know but if y/n let this happen she must like you and you're clearly enamoured with her so I'm not worried about that" Jeonghan smirked making the other members laugh. "Seriously what is your bloodline made of?" Mingyu asked and Jeonghan just grinned. Scoups came back upstairs to find you towel drying your wet hair after a shower. You were wearing one of his t-shirts that you must've found and he paused in the doorway admiring you. He didn't think you'd seen him when you suddenly spoke "I borrowed one of your t-shirts". Scoups nodded coming inside "I saw...it suits you". "I was hoping you'd say that because I like it" you said shooting him a smile. "I could be convinced to let you keep it" Scoups said and you turned around fully. You shot the wet towel at a clothes basket nearby and it went in effortlessly. "I'm pretty sure if I just bat my eyelashes at you and asked nicely you'd agree" you said walking closer. You put your arms around his neck and smiled "don't you think?". Scoups stared back at you and with effort didn't back down "hmm I might need a little more than that". You smiled "you're already getting better, I like that" and kissed him. Every time he kissed you all his thoughts went out of his head and all he wanted was you. This effect seemed to get stronger with each kiss and he once again got caught up in you when he remembered his conversation with Jeonghan this morning. You'd already progressed back to the bed but Scoups pulled back. "Wait before we...go any further I need to know, what is this? Is it something casual and open or more regular and exclusive? Just I will have to tell Jeonghan and it helps to know what I'm telling him". You nodded and got off Scoups, moving to sit down on his bed. "Well which one would you prefer?". Scoups shook his head "I'm fine with whatever you want". "So you have no opinion yourself?". Scoups came to sit beside you and recalled you liked people speaking their minds "well of course i'd prefer to be exclusive and have you all to myself. But if that's not possible then I'll happily agree to a casual thing. I want whatever makes you comfortable". You smiled "I don't give my time to just anyone". "So I've heard" Scoups smiled "and I think you like me". You nodded "I do, enough to give the exclusive thing a shot if you're game". "Of course" Scoups smiled feeling like he'd won the lottery "now where were we?". You smiled "I believe you were here” you said pushing him back down onto his back and Scoups smiled “so I was” and kissed you again. 

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[nonuwhore]

omg, eu tô nervosa lê, mas o número 2 e 6 com o cheol... pode escrever do jeitinho que você quiser que eu vou amar <3

ass: sua maior fã, hyuckhoon <33

GRANDE EVENTO DE 1 ANO DE ANIVERSÁRIO DO NONUWHORE!!!! 🥳🥳🥳

2. "Desde quando você ficou tão safado/safada?" "Desde você." + 6. "Me beija/toca com vontade, porra." contém: uma pequena diferença de idade entre seungcheol e a leitora; mundo do crime!au (?); smut: sexo oral (f); sexo sem uso de preservativo (não façam isso em casa, crianças); creampie; spanking; manhandling; menção a overstimulation;  contagem de palavras: 2k nota da autora: meu deus dudaaaa, obrigada por ser TÃO querida! espero muito que vc curta o resultado, juro que escrevi com bastante carinho! tanto que fiquei com vontade de dar continuidade no plot kkkkkk me digam o que vcs acham da ideia. e duda, obrigada mais uma vez por participar do evento 💖

Seu pai odiava Seungcheol. Pelos motivos dele, claro, que você pessoalmente achava extremamente bobos, afinal o que o cara tinha feito? Roubado algumas peças do desmanche dele? Mais de uma vez? Mais de 10 vezes? Não importava, porque sempre que uma corrida acontecia e você o via com aquela camiseta branca grudada no peito e nos braços firmes, todo sujo de graxa e com um sorriso infernal nos lábios gordinhos e avermelhados, mais um pouquinho da sua sanidade ia pro espaço. Nas festas ele estava sempre grudado em uma garota, e o fato dele estar com a língua enfiada goela abaixo e a mão massageando a coxa de outra pessoa que não era você era particularmente insuportável. Ele tinha sido seu primeiro amor e só Deus saberia dizer quando deixaria de ser.

O fato de vocês terem crescido juntos, antes dos seus pais deixarem de ser sócios nos negócios de roubos de carro e corridas ilegais, exatamente por Seungcheol ser inconsequente, não colaborava muito. Você tinha a impressão que ele ainda te achava a garotinha insuportável que seu irmão tinha que carregar para todo o lado e que impedia que eles fossem ainda mais delinquentes. Mas um dia quando você apareceu com a saia um pouco mais curta que o normal e o decote mais aberto do que você já usava, ele te notou. Você gostava de acreditar que assim explicava para ele com todas as letras possíveis que tinha crescido, que não contaria para o seu pai se ele fizesse algo errado, que não contaria para o seu pai nada que ele fizesse, principalmente com você. Você viu a língua presa entre os dentes quando entregou a chave do carro para o seu irmão e saiu como se não tivesse notado a existência dele. E ele sabia o que você estava fazendo.  

Você observava os carros de luxo parados na frente da casa e os que chegavam para a festa, esperando. Não sabia o que estava esperando ao certo, se esperava ter coragem para confrontá-lo, se vigiava para saber quando ele ia embora com alguém no banco de carona dele, mas você esperou. E as forças do universo fizeram exatamente o que você queria, enviando ele direto pro seu colo.

Seungcheol abriu a porta de uma vez, se assustando com a sua presença. “Droga! Foi mal, achei que aqui era o banheiro”, levantou as mãos em sinal de arrependimento, “Essa casa é grande pra caramba…”, resmungou enquanto saia.

“Espera!”, você segurou a porta junto dele, o impedindo de fechá-la.

Ele te olhou parcialmente escondida pela madeira e você percebeu os olhos diminuídos pela bebida, além da procura de um certo equilíbrio enquanto segurava a maçaneta. “Você tá… Bêbado?”, perguntou tentando ganhar tempo.

Ele riu. “Por que isso te interessa?”, levantou uma das sobrancelhas, te olhando com certo desdém, mas também curiosidade. 

“Você pode usar meu banheiro. Se quiser”, tentou dizer com o mesmo desprezo, mas tinha certeza que não tinha funcionado. Seungcheol te observou mais um pouco, encostado no batente da sua porta, aparentemente colocando os pensamentos no lugar, e por fim agradeceu, entrando no seu quarto novamente.

Sentada na cama como se você fosse feita de gesso, você esperou ele sair do banheiro. Choi Seungcheol estava dentro do seu quarto. Não só um dos maiores nomes do submundo dessa metrópole, mas também a pessoa que você desejou boa parte da sua adolescência e da sua curta vida como jovem adulta, estava usando o seu banheiro, seu sabonete, sua toalha. Você sorriu para a chance que a vida estava te dando.

“Valeu”, ele saiu depois de dez minutos, fazendo você sabia lá o que, e pretendia te deixar de novo.

“Você me odeia?”, ele parou escutando a pergunta ressoar.

“O quê?”

“Você nem fala comigo… Não é como se eu fosse invisível, eu vejo você me olhando. Eu não sou mais aquela garotinha chata que enchia o seu saco, sabia?” sua voz transbordava ressentimento e ele notou.

“Se você sabe que eu te olho, deve saber também que eu sei muito bem que você não é mais criança”, Seungcheol se virou, fechando a porta atrás de si. Sorrindo meio mole, ele andou até você, se jogando ao seu lado na cama. Choi Seungcheol estava deitado na sua cama.  

Ele te encarou com tanta força, que você quase teve certeza que ele fazia isso enquanto lia sua alma. Passou uma das mãos pelo cabelo, usando o outro braço para se apoiar e te encarar. “Tá bom, você chamou minha atenção, e agora?”, a voz áspera e desaforada te fizeram tremer e seu corpo se encolheu. Você não sabia, porra, não tinha planejado essa parte. 

“Por que você não fala comigo?”, você continuava olhando para frente, tentando ignorar a presença intensa dele.   

“Porque seu pai mandou”, você esperava essa resposta e ele a tinha na ponta da língua. Cretino. Era a mais óbvia e tinha um motivo de ser.

Você revirou os olhos e ele sorriu com a sua atitude infantil. “Você é tão chato!”, se virou o olhando, irritada. “Como se isso te impedisse de fazer alguma coisa!’

“Do que você tá falando?”, ele fingiu inocência.

“Tudo bem roubar dele, atrapalhar toda e qualquer transação que ele faz, ter a porra de um esquema rolando com o filho dele sem ele saber, mas eu não?”, sua indignação o fez soltar um gemidinho baixo, fingindo dó. Você riu, com sarcasmo, o vendo se entreter com a sua ceninha. 

“Isso é faz parte dos negócios”, ele deu ombros e continuou te olhando, sem menção a te fornecer nenhuma outra informação mais elaborada.

“É sério? Essa é a resposta que você tem pra me dar?”

“O que você quer que eu te diga?”, ele sentou de uma vez, chegando mais perto, com uma certa ira no olhar, “Que eu queria tanto falar com você porque que morro de saudade da sua presença na minha, que eu queria, inclusive, mais do que conversar com você, mas nesse cenário eu só posso imaginar como seria te tocar e te ter deitada na minha cama no fim do dia?”, concluiu, fazendo a confissão soar com uma acusação, como se você tivesse provocado aquilo tudo.

Você se levantou e andou até a janela, confirmando que alguns carros já tinham partido. “Só tô tentando evitar mais mortes, sabe…”, você o olhou novamente deitado, apoiando a cabeça e uma das mãos, enquanto ele te assistia com um olhar de quem já tinha renunciado tanto.

“Aquilo não foi sua culpa”, Seungcheol notou no seu tom algumas minúcias da garota de gênio forte com quem ele cresceu combinada com a mulher que você havia se tornando depois de tantos anos distante. “A morte do seu irmão-”

“Não foi, mas tudo que acontecer a partir de agora vai ser, principalmente com meu pai saindo de cena”, ele se sentou de novo, apoiando o tronco nas pernas e soltando o ar com todas as forças que tinha no pulmão. “Escuta. Não quero estragar meu lance com teu irmão, não quero ser morto pelo seu pai, e você sabe que ele não disse isso brincando”, o olhar dele te fez lembrar sobre o peso que seu progenitor dava para as próprias palavras, “mas principalmente… Não quero machucar você com toda essa bagunça.”

Você sorriu, ignorando todas as tragédias que poderiam acontecer, prestando atenção apenas no quanto ele se importava com você. Correu em direção a ele, levantando um pouco a própria saia para permitir que suas pernas se abrissem e sentou nas coxas de Seungcheol. Ele riu, pouco surpreendido pela sua atitude, “Você não escutou nada que eu disse? Garota mimada…”, concluiu segurando seu rosto com uma das mãos grandes, com o punho pesado que comprimia sua face sem jeito, enquanto observava seu sorriso ficar ainda maior e seu olhar mais arrebatado. 

“Você precisava saber que eu vou ‘tá do teu lado não importa o que aconteça. E que eu vou te ajudar a não deixar os ciclos se repetirem”, Seungcheol te ouviu dizer, pensando que mesmo que você não tivesse dito aquilo ele renunciaria qualquer outra demanda que o mundo exigesse, porque ele já tinha esperado tempo demais.

“Não sou de brincar e espero que você também não seja”, ele te alertou, te dando um olhar de homem duro, como provavelmente fazia ao fechar um acordo com os colegas de profissão.

“Porra Seungcheol, a unica coisa que eu gostaria de brincar agora é com seu pau… Por favor…” e deslizou intimidade pela calça jeans surrada dele, o fazendo perder ainda mais o foco. 

Ele riu e apertou os dedos que cobriam suas bochechas “Desde quando você ficou tão safada?" 

"Desde você" e o beijou, o segurando pelos cabelos da nuca com a mesma força que ele impunha contra você. Seungcheol ainda processava o fato de estar mesmo beijando a menina que ele zoava alguns anos antes e que agora poderia ser a completa ruína dele e de tudo que ele tinha construído. A boca devolvia seus toques, sentindo seu gosto e pensando como tinha conseguido resistir por tanto tempo, mas mãos não sabiam muito bem o que fazer. E se alguém viesse procurá-lo e encontrasse ele assim?

“Ei, sua cabeça não tá aqui…”, você confirmou a preocupação no olhar dele quando parou o beijo. Sabendo do que se tratava, levantou para trancar a porta, voltando saltitando para ele. “Pronto, agora me beija com vontade, porra”, disse colocando a mão dele dentro da sua saia, posicionada exatamente na curva que ligava sua bunda a sua perna. Seungcheol curtia tanto esse seu comportamento petulante, e curtiria ainda acabar com ele.

Te segurando pelas pernas, te jogou na cama. “Tira a saia. E a calcinha”, ordenou, e você parecia tão feliz obedecendo que ele sentiu ficar ainda mais duro. Antes que você terminasse a tarefa, ele te pegou pela cintura e te virou de bruços, colocando seu rosto enfiado no travesseiro, empinando sua bunda para cima e observando você chutar a lingerie para longe. Droga, vocês provavelmente não tinham tanto tempo assim, mas ele queria tanto descobrir o gosto que você tinha ali. Se ajoelhou aos pés da cama e separando mais suas nádegas e os lábios que ali escorriam, correu a língua pesada de uma ponta a outra. Seu gemido, mesmo que abafado pelo travesseiro, ressoou pelo quarto e ele teve medo de que alguém desse conta do sumiço dele ou te escutasse. Quem diria, o mesmo cara que se livrava da morte dia sim e dia também.

“Ei, fica quietinha” mandou, voltando a se deliciar com seu sabor e a textura divina da cavidade que pulsava toda vez que ele usava a ponta da língua para te penetrar. Com o dedão ele brincava com seu clitóris, o massageando no mesmo ritmo e o volume dos seus miados aumentavam um pouco mais toda vez que ele acelerava.

“Por favor, me come logo, por favor…”. sua mão tentava o alcançar, implorando.

“Eu disse pra calar a boca”, ele exigiu, descendo a calça sem perder tempo, e quando se afundou dentro de você na mesma velocidade, enfiou seu rosto na cama para abafar o chiado estridente que sabia que você soltaria. Ele mesmo quase soltou um, sentido você o espremer e latejar ao redor dele, que conteve mordendo o próprio lábio e incontrolavelmente desferindo um tapa em uma das bandas da sua bunda. “Você vai acabar com a minha vida, não vai?”

Você era uma bagunça há essa altura. Seungcheol acabara de te chupar e agora te preenchia tão bem que seu corpo só sabia tremer? Não conte com uma resposta que não seja mais gemidos descontrolados e sua bunda indo na direção do quadril dele, afoita por ser metida com mais profundidade. Outra tapa te alcançou, te fazendo ganhar mais velocidade e que consequentemente o fazia querer que você o sentisse ainda mais fundo. Felizmente o som da música nos cômodos de baixo da casa isolava os grunhidos ofegantes e o barulho das peles se chocando impiedosamente, tanto pela força que Seungcheol colocava nas estocadas quanto pela bofetadas que sua pele recebia, seguidas de um aperto em forma de carinho e desejo intenso. 

Dado o ritmo que vocês fodiam, não demorou muito para que ele te enchesse. Suas pernas tremiam, sentindo o líquido quente te preenchendo ao mesmo tempo que escorria e te sensibilizando ainda mais. Você nem ao menos se importava de não ter gozado, mas para Seungcheol pareceu algo relevante, porque mal ele tinha se retirado de dentro de você, já estava virando seu corpo para cima de uma vez, exibindo como aquilo não era nada para ele, e se ajoelhando entre suas pernas. 

“Pronta pra se exibir para sua amigas dizendo que Choi Seungcheol te fez gozar até você implorar pra ele parar?”

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[crownjewelgirls]

𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧.

𝗝𝗔𝗦𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗘 - 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟 𝗗𝗔𝗧𝗔.

Birth Name – Jasmine‐Aurora Kang.

Korean Name – Kang Seo-Ah.

Birth Date – 10 | 04 | 2001.

Zodiac Sign – Aries.

Nationality – Korean-American.

Hometown – New York City, New York.

MBTI – ENFJ.

Face Claim – Yoo Jimin.

𝗜𝗗𝗢𝗟 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗔.

Stage Name – Jasmine.

Positions – Sub-Vocalist, Center, Visual, Face of The Group, Maknae.

Representative Emoji – 🐩

Time Training – 10 | 01 | 2015 - 08 | 10 | 2016.

𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗦 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗝𝗔𝗦𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗘.

She is an only child.

Her mother is a famous supermodel, but is currently retired.

She has IED, and she has seen a psychotherapist since she was a child.

She is currently studying performing arts in Korea.

She is the most sociable member, and has many friends, and enemies too-

She is almost always involved in dating rumors, and gets hate for it.

She works as a model sometimes, she is invited to events because of her mother's fame. But she's talented and she's been trained for this.

The members lived in her house for a period before debut.

#svt #seventeen #seventeen fluff #seventeen angst #seventeen imagines #seventeen reactions #seventeen mtl #seventeen au #seventeen x reader #seventeen female oc #seventeen female member #kpop oc #kpop edits #kpop #oc girl group #scoups #jeonghan #joshua #jun #hoshi #woozi #wonwoo #dk #mingyu #the8 #seungkwan #vernon #dino

[sluttywoozi]

Title from James Joint by Rihanna

Summary: Weed always makes you a bit looselipped, especially around your two best friends, Wonwoo and Seungcheol.

Rating: M (18+) | Word Count: ~4.1k

Warnings: weed smoking, shotgunning, swearing, sex while high, best friend threesome, wonwoo’s cold hands, dom cheol, switch wonwoo, fingering, oral f. rec., restraining (they hold reader down), size kink, they both have big dicks (i yam who i yam), finger sucking, cum eating, crying, voyeurism, male masturbation, squirting, lots of fluid talk, unexpected feelings (as in i didnt expect them) 

Reader Notes: she/her pronouns used, breasts, vagina, sub, wap

“You know what I miss?” You ask rhetorically from your place on the floor, taking a drag and preparing to give them your answer whether they want it or not. “Cumming.”

Their eyes grow wide, Wonwoo shifting in his seat and Seungcheol giving you an appraising look. 

“Do you not do it by yourself?” Seungcheol asks quietly. 

“No I do, all the time, but it’s just not the same,” you sigh as you lean back against the couch, passing the blunt to Wonwoo and missing the trembling of his hands. 

“You miss cumming with someone else?” Wonwoo asks, exhaling the smoke-wrapped question. 

“Yeah,” you sigh dreamily, watching as Wonwoo hands the blunt to Seungcheol, who wraps his plump lips around the tip and takes a deep pull. 

They stare at you, not that you notice, too caught up in precious memories of a time when you weren’t the one taking care of yourself. 

You do catch them sharing a look, communicating silently and coming to some sort of decision just as Seungcheol passes you the blunt. 

“We can do it, if you want,” Wonwoo offers. 

“You can do what?” you ask absentmindedly, blowing out smoke and picking at a loose thread on your pajama pants. 

“We can make you cum,” Seungcheol clarifies, his face straight and serious but his eyes fiery. 

You only need a few seconds to consider. 

“Okay. How do you wanna do this?” 

“Why don’t you let us worry about that, hm?” Wonwoo asks gently.

You nod, tongue tied and a bit lightheaded already, watching as Wonwoo drags the coffee table out of the way and Seungcheol starts rolling up his sleeves. 

You wonder if you should warn them how wet you get when you’re high, but decide to let them find out for themselves, like a little surprise. 

You’re already wet, you can tell, feeling the slickness dampening your panties. Who could blame you though, when Wonwoo’s crouching in front of you, his eyes hazy behind his glasses and his big hands slowly moving toward the hem of your shirt. 

Seungcheol is watching from the side, having moved from his chair to sit on the floor a few feet from you, and you hold his gaze as Wonwoo drags your shirt up. 

You can see his pupils dilate, and you remember you took your bra off before they arrived. 

“Can you guys take your shirts off too?” You ask, lifting your hips so Wonwoo can pull your pajama pants off. “I’m not self conscious, you’re just hot.”

Seungcheol smirks and reaches a hand behind his head, whipping his top off and tossing it to the couch. It lands behind you, and damn, he smells so good, and then Wonwoo takes his shirt off too, and shit, his abs are right there. 

Right there, and already under your hand, and you’re not sure when that happened, but fuck are you glad it did.  

“That’s nice,” you whisper, petting Wonwoo’s stomach and feeling more wetness seep into the seat of your panties. 

You honestly forgot they took off your pants until you hear Cheol groan, and look over to find him staring between your legs with his lip bitten between his teeth. 

His plump, red bottom lip that you’ve always wanted to taste, always wanted to sink your teeth into, and it occurs to you that you can. 

Now, if you want. 

So you reach one hand out, the other still on Wonwoo’s abs, and wait for Seungcheol to shuffle over. 

Your fingers catch in the waistband of his sweats, tugging him closer until you can lean up and capture that plush lip between yours. He groans into your mouth as you dig your teeth into his soft flesh, and you moan when he slides his tongue into your mouth. 

Or maybe you moaned because of the cold fingers on your nipple, tweaking and rolling and pinching. 

You’re really not sure. 

Your mind is foggy with the smoke still floating around the room, and you pull away from Seungcheol to grab the blunt on the side table. 

Taking a drag, you watch as Wonwoo kicks his sweats off, his hard dick pushing against his boxer briefs and leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination, thank goodness. 

You lean in, holding your breath, and press your lips to his, exhaling the smoke into his mouth with a sigh. 

You don’t want to forget about Seungcheol, so you break the kiss and take another hit, sliding your fingers into his hair and pulling him close to give him the same treatment. 

His groan rumbles deep in his chest and vibrates against the hand you place on it, his skin warm and toned under your palm, and you bite his lip again before breaking away to take one final drag. 

The blunt’s almost done, so you pass it to Wonwoo, who takes a hit and closes his eyes before handing it to Seungcheol, who breathes the smoke in deep and leans in to blow it into your mouth. 

You feel like you’re swimming, high from the weed and from their hands on you, and you let out a contented sigh as Wonwoo starts tugging your underwear down. 

His eyes track the fabric as it slides over your skin, and you suspect he may not be ready to look at you bare yet. You pull him into a kiss so he doesn’t have to, one of your hands on his chest and the other playing with the waistband of Seungcheol’s sweats, and you feel more than hear Wonwoo ask, “Can I?” as his hand trails up your leg. 

You breathe out a yes against his lips, tilting your hips into his touch when his fingers tentatively slide along your slit. 

Wonwoo works you open slowly while Seungcheol kisses your neck, drifting lower and lower, pushing Wonwoo’s head down when he gets in the way. Wonwoo takes the hint and slides down to lay on his stomach, pushing your thighs apart so he can fit in between, and you gently pull his glasses off and set them on the couch so they don’t get wet. He thanks you with a kiss to your inner thigh and leans in until you can feel his breath on your pussy, before looking up at you. 

The look on his face, open and wanting and reverent, steals your breath. You’re starting to wonder if maybe there’s something he’s not telling you, but you can’t find it in yourself to care when he finally licks into you. 

Fuck, his tongue is perfect, so good so so so-

You can feel Wonwoo and Seungcheol laugh, and realize you’d said that out loud, but now that you’ve started, you just can’t stop.  

“Wonwoo, yes, fuck, please can you-,” you suck in a gasp as two long fingers sink inside you, clenching around them already and bucking your hips into his hand. 

“You really did miss this, huh?” Seungcheol chuckles, wrapping those plump lips around your nipple and sucking until you squirm. His fingers play with the other, tugging harder than Wonwoo did, and you arch your back, pressing into his warm touch. 

You’re close already, opening your mouth to warn them but whimpering instead when Wonwoo curls his fingers inside you and suctions his mouth around your clit. 

Your hips jump when he works in another finger, colder and thicker and longer than yours, and you love it, you love it all. 

“So good, Wonwoo, you’re so good,” you whine, pitch raising when you feel him groan into your pussy. 

The vibrations feel incredible, and you can feel your clit starting to pulse under his tongue, sending your hips into his face again. 

That begins a delicious feedback loop of you grinding against his tongue and him moaning into you, and with a long, hard pinch of Seungcheol’s warm fingers around your nipple, you fall over the edge. 

Fuck, it feels like you cum forever, wave after blissful wave of sensations hitting you, and you know you’re crying, know you’re babbling, know you’re near sobbing their names, but you can’t stop. 

You’ll never be able to stop if Wonwoo keeps his tongue on you and his fingers curled like that, and you sigh gratefully as he helps you ride it out and then slowly pulls away. 

Your face crumples when you see him suck your wetness off his fingers, and scrunches further when Seungcheol replaces him between your legs. 

“Mind if I have a taste too, baby? Think you can cum again?” he asks softly, lips hovering a few inches from your pussy. 

“Can we rearrange a bit first?” you ask, voice a bit raspy from smoking and then moaning so much. 

They nod, waiting for you to tug them into place. 

Your second orgasm always hits harder than your first, and you know you’ll need Wonwoo to ground you when Seungcheol starts, so you sit up and bring Wonwoo behind you, pulling his hand until he settles at your back, his legs stretching out alongside yours and his arms wrapping around you. 

You feel safer like this, pressed up against his chest and cocooned in his arms, able to feel his lungs rise and fall and his heartbeat against yours.  

Keeping one of his hands beneath yours on your sternum, you let the other wander, and it immediately finds your breasts again, testing the softness of them and exploring how the flesh dents under his fingers. 

Seungcheol’s just been watching this all unfold, sitting on his knees and waiting for you to give him the go ahead. His thighs look so thick, his hard dick trying to push through the fleece of his sweatpants, and you almost want to keep him like this just so you can look at him. 

“You’re so pretty, Cheol,” you whisper, tilting your head back onto Wonwoo’s shoulder and squeezing his hand with yours. 

Seungcheol blushes, face remaining stoic but the tips of his ears turning red, and he waves you off as he lays on his stomach between your thighs. He grunts when he realizes the angle isn’t very good with you sitting up, and you can see the gears turning in his head as he figures out what he wants to do. 

“Baby, hold your legs up so Wonwoo can cross his,” he waits for you both to move before pulling each of your legs down to hook over Wonwoo’s knees. 

You’re fully spread out like this; you can feel the air on your wet pussy, feel Wonwoo’s hard cock pressing into your back, and you should feel exposed, but you just feel dizzy with need instead. 

Seungcheol tugs you closer to his face, making your thighs strain as they spread wider over Wonwoo’s legs, and you try not to pant as he sucks kisses into your hips. He chuckles when you whine and try to get closer to his face, unable to get far with your legs spread as they are, and finally decides to have mercy, pulling your lips apart with his thumbs and licking a broad stripe up your cunt. 

He swirls his tongue over your clit and you want to buck into him, but you really can’t move, especially as Wonwoo holds you tighter against him, so you talk instead. 

“Cheol, please, can I have your fingers? I feel empty,” you moan, near ready to give up all your dignity and beg. 

He pulls away, and through lust gritted teeth grinds out, “Aw, our baby feels empty? Wonwoo, should we let her have what she wants?“ 

You shiver at the depth and tone of his voice, and it becomes a full body shudder when Wonwoo answers, “Of course we should, she asked so nicely. Said please and everything.” 

His words trail off at the end, whispered into your neck as he lays kisses over your skin, bites his marks into your shoulders. 

Seungcheol hums around your clit, brings a hand up and sinks three thick fingers inside, pushing through your tightness to curl into your g-spot. 

You keen through the stretch, your heart thudding harder against Wonwoo’s hand, and Seungcheol grins into you, watching as your pussy opens up to take his fingers. 

“So fucking good for us, aren’t you?” Seungcheol breathes, licking your wetness off his lips before diving in to paint them with you again. 

“So good, baby, taking it so well,” Wonwoo sighs against your throat, his lips drifting up and down your soft skin. 

“She tastes fucking delicious, doesnt she, Wonwoo?” Seungcheol goads, reminding Wonwoo he’s not the one with his tongue on you, and Wonwoo glares at him, pushes him away from you by the forehead, and slides his fingers onto your clit. 

You jump at the feeling, his calluses dragging on your skin as he rubs circles into you, and Seungcheol just shrugs before sinking down further and shoving his tongue inside you with the next thrust of his fingers. 

Crying out, your hand shoots down to fist in Seungcheol’s hair and pull him closer to you. He follows, spreading his fingers so he can get as much of his tongue in you as possible, groaning when a fresh wave of arousal hits his face. 

You’re close again, so close already, and you don’t think you can speak, can barely even move, enough to tell them before your vision blurs and you cum with a wail. 

Your hips jerk uncontrollably, into their touch and then away, and Wonwoo holds you down through it all. Your body squirms in his arms, but he’s too strong for you to get anywhere, and you have no choice but to take the pleasure they’re giving you. 

You cum for what you fear might be hours, shivering in Wonwoo’s arms and clenching down tight around Seungcheol’s fingers, and you can feel the tears streaming down your face, dripping into your open mouth. Your wail cuts out, taken over by a gasp as Seungcheol curls his fingers into your g-spot again. 

You can tell he wants to go for a third, but as you regain your breath and your capacity for complex thought, you realize you have something else in mind.

“I want you to fuck me,” you plead weakly with a pout. 

“This was supposed to just be about you, baby,” Seungcheol reminds you. 

“Yeah,” you say, confused, “I want you to fuck me, how is that not about me?” 

Wonwoo shifts to sit in front of you, glancing at Seungcheol out of the corner of his eye before his gaze lands on you, “She’s got a point.”

“You’re only saying that because you’ve wanted to fu-“ 

Wonwoo clears his throat, glaring sideways before smoothing his hands down your body in contemplation. 

“Me first, then you?” he asks Seungcheol absently, his eyes caught on your curves. 

“Fine, but you can’t cum inside,” Seungcheol stipulates firmly, to which Wonwoo nods in all seriousness. 

“Deal,” they voice in unison with a shake of their hands. 

You stare incredulously, but suppose you shouldn’t be surprised they’re approaching this like a game between friends. 

Because they are friends, best friends, and you’re their best friend too, and this is all just a game, a game that you definitely won’t think about in the shower, or on the way home from work, or when you’re lying in your cold bed alone at night.

Definitely not. 

But maybe every once in a while, as a treat, you think as Wonwoo tugs you down to lay flat on the floor and starts pushing inside of you, his size a shock to your system even though you literally saw his massive dick with your own eyes. 

You stretch around him, cringing slightly at the sting, and he pulls your ass to rest in his lap, fucking into you slowly until he bottoms out. You jump when you feel a hand snake between your legs, not realizing you closed your eyes. 

You open them to find Seungcheol staring at you with his fingers on your clit. He holds your gaze, lip pulled between his teeth again, and circles over your swollen bundle of nerves with warm, sturdy fingers. 

“You good, baby?” Wonwoo asks gently, waiting for your nod to pull his hips back until he can see his cock glistening with you. He slides back in gradually, giving you time to adjust, though you can feel his fingertips digging into the flesh of your hips and know you must be tight around him. You squeeze down, just for fun, just to hear him moan, and he does, curling over you and dropping his face into your neck. 

The space narrows between you, pressing Seungcheol’s fingers into you harder, and when the new angle forces the head of Wonwoo’s cock into your g-spot, you yelp and writhe beneath him. He soothes you with his hands running up and down your sternum and breathes,”I know, baby, I know,” into your throat before straightening up again, pulling back, and thrusting in a bit harder.

It’s like you can feel Wonwoo’s cock in your throat, he’s so big inside you, but you love it, can’t get enough, buck your hips into his until he’s really fucking you, fucking you like he wants. 

You want it too, you realize, have wanted it for months, years, maybe the whole time you’ve known Wonwoo, and it’s that realization that makes you break, back arching, cunt throbbing around his length and pushing him into his own orgasm. 

He pulls out just in time, his hot cum shooting out onto your pussy and dribbling down to your ass, Cheol’s hand flying back to avoid being covered. 

You jump at the movement, and Seungcheol smirks, “Yeah, baby, I’m still here.”

You bite your lips sheepishly, honestly having forgotten about him, and as Wonwoo pets your hips, you whisper a timid, “Sorry, Cheol.” 

Seungcheol just shakes his head in bemusement and tugs off his pants, waiting for Wonwoo to get out of the way before claiming his place between your legs. He gathers up the cum on your pussy, showing Wonwoo his fingers, and slides them inside of you, smirk growing when he catches Wonwoo’s harsh glare. 

“You wanted to go first,” Cheol teases Wonwoo with a tilt of his head, pulling his fingers out and bringing them up to your mouth, waiting for you to close your lips around them and suck before sinking his dick inside you. 

Wonwoo’s cum is still warm, tinged with your wetness and a bit salty on your tongue, but you can’t say you hate it, can’t say you wouldn’t mind another taste, maybe from the source-

“You’re thinking about him, aren’t you?” Seungcheol whispers, leaning down close to you to hide the movement of his lips. 

You cringe, nodding apologetically and gasping when his hips meet your ass, his cock huge and hard inside you. 

“Why don’t you look at him then, baby? Look at Wonwoo while I fuck you,” Seungcheol commands, gently taking your face in his hand and turning your head until you catch sight of Wonwoo. 

He’s flushed, panting, glasses back on and near fogging up with how hot his face must be. He holds your gaze as Seungcheol pumps into you, his hand wandering down to his half-hard cock, his mouth opening on a moan when he sees the way your breasts bounce as Seungcheol rocks into you. 

It’s hot, so fucking hot, having Wonwoo watch you like this, seeing the look on his face as your shared best friend fucks you into the carpet, and it only gets hotter when his hand wraps around his dick, squeezing at the head, moaning when precum dribbles out. 

Seungcheol roots his cock deep inside and you moan too, trying to turn your head to look at him, but he holds you in place, makes you watch Wonwoo jerk himself off, makes you watch him watching you, and you can feel the knot tying up in your stomach again. 

With every thrust of Seungcheol’s hips into yours, every groan he lets out, every clench of his fingers on your hip, the knot gets tighter, and you can feel your cunt getting tighter too, your walls hugging his dick, swallowing it deeper every time he tries to leave. 

Eventually, he stops trying, just fucks himself deep inside you and stays there, glancing over at Wonwoo and smirking before beckoning him over. 

Wonwoo shuffles to you on unsteady feet, hand leaving his cock as he walks, and you’re nearly entranced by the way it bobs heavily between his legs. You’re still stuck on how big he is, so much bigger than you thought he’d be, and it’s not like you thought he’d be small. You just didn’t expect… this. Him. And his massive fucking cock. 

You want it in your mouth, you think, but Seungcheol has something else in mind, stilling his fingers on your clit and waiting for Wonwoo to kneel next to you before telling him, “Make her cum.”

You and Wonwoo both look at Seungcheol, confused, until he shifts the hand between you to your hip, freeing up space for Wonwoo to fill. Wonwoo sucks in a broken gasp, slides his hand between your legs, and rubs his rough fingers over your clit insistently.

He curves his palm around your cheek, pressing his lips to yours and exhaling a sigh into your mouth, and you return it on a moan, weaving a hand into his hair to pull him closer to you. You arch into his touch and try to grind against him, making Wonwoo groan raggedly and press harder on your clit, swirling precise circles, over and over and over until you shatter with a cry. 

You can feel yourself gushing around Seungcheol’s cock, feel it seeping out of your entrance and coating Wonwoo’s fingers, making them glide on you as you clench. Seungcheol’s head is thrown back, his eyes scrunched closed, his plump lips stuck open as he starts to cum inside you. 

His cock jumps as it spits hot cum into you, making you whine in Wonwoo’s mouth when you feel it flood your insides, and he pants as his fingers speed up on your clit, sending you spiraling into another orgasm. This one hits different, your vision whiting out and a buzz filling your head, and you squirm in their hold as wetness splashes out of you, soaking Seungcheol’s stomach and Wonwoo’s hand. 

You can’t stop clenching and you can just barely hear Seungcheol whining in overstimulation over the roaring in your ears. You feel something warm on your stomach, break away from Wonwoo to blearily look down, and find his cock resting on your abdomen in a pool of white. 

You’re a bit confused, because Wonwoo’s got one hand between your legs and one cupping your face, so how did he just cum? 

You look up at him again and, through blurry eyes, see his cheeks redden, his hand leaving your face to push his glasses up and cover his mouth.  

You’re still staring at him, dumbfounded, as Seungcheol starts pulling out, and even soft, his cock drags against your walls. Your hips jerk with residual waves of your orgasm, stoked by the friction of his cock leaving you, and you can’t hold in the whine or the wriggle when his fingers find your pussy and push his cum back inside. 

You try to catch your breath, and Wonwoo’s eyes, but he’s avoiding your gaze. 

You’re not really sure why, but you decide to let him take his time, smiling sleepily at Seungcheol while he tugs his sweats up and scurries off to grab you a damp washcloth. 

Wonwoo looks like he wants to die, crouching on the floor next to you with his hands hovering above your stomach, as if he wants to scoop the cum off of you but wouldn’t know what to do with it. You can tell he wants to say something, but he seems frozen in place, tongue tied. 

It’s hard, realizing you didn’t really think this through. You didn’t have any worries about your friendship with Seungcheol, that’s always been solid as a rock, even through you accidentally sending him your nudes and you walking in on him with your roommate. 

Wonwoo, though, Wonwoo’s always been different. 

You wouldn’t say your friendship is precarious, but it’s… delicate. Special. Something you’ve nurtured and grown over time, and now you sit here, his cum drying on your stomach and his eyes avoiding yours, and you wonder if you’ve just undone it all. 

Seuntcheol comes back before you can spiral too much, swiping at the puddle with a washcloth then helping you stand and hobble to the bathroom, shower already running and your skincare set out. You can hear towels tumbling in the dryer, and over the water, you think you just might hear Seungcheol say, “If you wait any longer, you’ll ruin everything.” 

You just close your eyes and sink into the steam, letting this be a problem for future you. 

AN: thank you to the anon who brought this to me and the other anon (same maybe?) who reminded me of it!! and also thank you to @sluttywonwoo for reading this over for me 🫶

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WE NEED SCOUPS FUCKING THE READER IN OBLIVION! RAW! CUM PLAY! ROUGH! CHOKING! THEN BUYING THEM GIVENCHY, YVES SAINT LAURENT, AND HERMES! Like ughhhhhhh my life would be complete🤧😭

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imagine you and seungcheol engaged in some super intense sex, like this is your second or third round and he STILL has the same stamina as when he hit it the first time. it’s so rough, but it feels so great.

he relentlessly pushes in and out of you this round, and you’re practically screaming his name, clutching on to whatever is close to you for dear life. it’s a miracle you haven’t gotten a noise complaint yet.

seungcheol finds the position you’re in incredibly sexy, but what would make it even sexier? his hand around your throat. he slowly wraps his hand around your neck, and gently tightens his grip. he groans at the sight, and you begin to get teary eyed at all of the pleasure.

“fuck baby, you look so hot underneath me… and you’re so close too - your pussy is practically begging me to cum on my cock? you wanna do that don’t you? you wanna cum all over me, pretty girl?”

your breathing gets faster and faster as his words send you over the edge, and you do exactly as he asks - you squirt all over the bed and his lower half. he swipes some of your cum onto his finger and licks it clean, internally melting at how good you taste in his mouth.

“you taste so good baby, you’re so amazing..” he says as he lies on top of you, softly laughing in your ear, kissing you slowly. “you’re the best..”

——

the next day, the both of you decided to go out and he treats you to something special.

“how does this look, cheol?” you turn around from a mirror and model a beautiful cross-body givenchy bag for him.

“it looks perfect, baby!” he smiles at you appreciatively, holding other bags from ysl, gucci, and versace. “i’m taking you to hermes next, remember- anything you want, it’s yours.”

he comes up to you, embracing you from behind as he holds your waist and kisses your cheek.

“you’re perfect.”

-kenny, who has now achieved serious cheolrot thanks to you guys

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Sentinel's Serenade | c.sc

pairing ➳ bodyguard!Scoups x heiress!reader

genre ➳ drama, angst, romance, smut.

word count ➳ 29.5k (i'm sorry)

warnings ➳ car crash, ptsd, flashbacks of war, panic attack, murder, violence, guns, blood, death, fingering, unprotected sex, edging, female oral, arguments, coups is an a-hole but he has reasons, he was also in the military, Jun is a bad guy here(im sorry), jihoon blesses us with his special appearance.

synopsis ➳ As you start digging up an accident that has been brushed under the rug, you make an enemy who is out to get you no matter what. Amidst all the chaos you develop feelings for your bodyguard who has built walls of steel around him.

"This is your new bodyguard, Seungcheol." 

Your head tilts upward, as you scan the man standing in front of you with careful eyes. He's tall and broad; exactly how you'd imagine a bodyguard to be, along with an emptiness in his eyes, so cold and robotic that would only be achievable after being through some heavy shit, you assume. Your father continues listing off his certifications and qualities but your brain doesn't capture much after hearing that he can speak sign language and is an ex navy SEAL; too busy getting distracted with his handsome features and dissecting him as much as you can just from looking.

The man isn't handsome in the typical sense, definitely not the handsome you're used to seeing in magazine covers and charity galas. No, he's ruggedly handsome, shielding himself with a tough exterior, his thick brows knotted in a frown and his full, red lips set in a grim line, blond hair brushed back neatly. 

With the way he looks in that expensive suit hugging his body, he could pass as a business tycoon but his aura is completely different; alert, strict, impenetrable.

His hand reaches out for yours to meet in a handshake after your father is done introducing him. You watch his extended hand for a while, observing little scratches and cuts that seem to still be healing on his knuckles before meeting his hand. As expected, his palms are calloused but cool. His grip is firm, just like the look in his dark eyes and for some unknown reason tingles shoot down your spine.

"Choi Seungcheol, ma'am." His voice has a deep timbre to it. It'd be perfect for audiobooks, you muse idly.  "He is to be with you whenever you are going outside till the foreseeable future." Your father states. There isn't much room for arguments here and you aren't too bothered having a shadow because this isn't the first time. 

You had a personal bodyguard six months ago and the man sustained a serious hip injury due to...circumstances involving you. Now that you are back and ready to face the world, you know that keeping a personal bodyguard is a wise decision, even if your father may have assigned him with ulterior motives. 

It's okay, the games are just beginning and you are playing for the long haul.

—

"Met your new guard on the way. Guy's a robot." Chan says as he strolls into the library with his hands in his pockets. You assume he's talking about Seungcheol, who is currently stationed outside the library room even though you told him to take a break.

A copy of Jane Eyre sits open on your lap as you look up to meet Chan's eyes. Offering him a small smile, you motion him to sit next to you. Your younger brother had been out of the country due to business for the past few weeks so it has been a while since you last saw him.

"So you are really going back to work?" He asks, a soft, concerning note to his voice as he sits down next to you on the divan. You sigh and give him an exasperated look. 

"I'm more than ready. Sitting idle hasn't done me much good." You sign. 

His eyes watch the movements of your hands before he murmurs, "It will be tough, you know... without your... voice. I don't want you to get into any trouble, especially after everything."

"I'll manage." You sign. You will. 

It has been six long months since the accident. Six months since you lost your mother. Six months since you have last uttered a word. Six months since you have been at work.

Six months since your life has completely been turned upside down. 

You have been thrown entirely off track, the reigns of your horse being snatched away by a dark force plotting far worse things.  But you will uncover them. No matter how long or what it takes. 

"Dad thinks you're not ready yet," Chan comments, breaking your train of thought. 

You huff out an annoyed breath. 

"I don't really care what he thinks you know," you sign and your brother snorts, looking at you with a fond, amused expression. "It will be hard." He says absent-mindedly. "To adjust back to everything."

You nod because you know it will be. You have already heard the board members express their dissatisfaction over you returning as the CEO. Lee publishing has been in its prime since last year and they're afraid it's gonna lose its position with a mute CEO. Funny how they forget you are the one who brought it to where it is today. Lee Publishings, your family's publishing company was handed over to you by your  grandfather. He started it from scratch and it became the first successful family business before he decided to hand it over to you when you became twenty. 

Your bond with your grandfather was always special, maybe because you both shared the same love for books and sense of humour. You grew up watching him read and collect books and naturally you picked up on that habit. As you grew up you watched him work closely, helping him wherever you could with the company which led him to hand it over to you. 

Not your father, your brother or any of your cousins but you.

He was lucky enough to watch you take on the role and make the company flourish for all three months before he passed away peacefully one night in his sleep. 

The feud began after that as your uncle, Jin Lee and your father started expressing their concerns, saying that you wouldn't be able to rule over the company well now that your grandfather wasn't here to guide you. While your uncle wanted the publishing house for himself and his useless son, Jun, your father wanted to hand the company over to Chan, believing that your brother would be a better president, and offering you the role of the vice president instead. It came to you without any surprise because your brother was always your father's favourite child.

You, however, had stood your ground and promptly refused, challenging them to try and take it from you. Thankfully, your brother was on your side, saying that it rightfully belonged to you and you were more than eligible to rule over it. Chan's disinterest may have backed off your father temporarily, you can tell, but your uncle is still desperate, now more than ever.

"You are going to move back to your place soon as well," Chan complains with a pout, breaking your train of thought. Giving him a sad smile you open your arms, inviting him for a hug which he gladly accepts. After one week of staying at the hospital and your mother's burial, you decided that you would stay at the mansion you grew up in, essentially your father's house, instead of your own apartment in the city, for the foreseeable future. This mansion held a lot of memories for you, especially with your mother. Breakfast in the garden, late night talks in the huge library and sipping on tea while watching the sunset together through the large window in the west wing.

You could never imagine a life without your mother yet here you are, living one. But it is time you slowly start going back to where you belong.

"It will be lonely here without you…and mom," Chan whispers.

You can only blink back your tears and hug him tighter.

—

Just on your fifth day back, you realise that things are not going to be anywhere near easy for you, not that you expected, but still.

The moment you get to work on Wednesday morning, there is a commotion outside the main entrance of the building which leads your driver to drop you and Seungcheol at the underground entrance. You are greeted by the bleak face of your secretary as you walk to your office, who announces that the vice president is there to see you. Once you enter your office, you indeed find vice president Jun, your dear cousin, sitting on your seat with the face of a cat who ate the canary.

Seungcheol, who is always trailing behind you like a shadow, moves— to drag him out of your seat no doubt, but you raise your hand as a gesture to tell him to stop.

"Good morning, Miss Lee. Though it doesn't look like a good morning for you," He grins, standing up and rounding the desk lazily while tilting his chin at the coffee table where the morning paper is lying. You pick it up and in bold letters on the front page, the headline greets you with: "President of Lee Publishings Accused of Employee Mistreatment."

It goes on and on about some bullshit of how you have been treating employees badly and holding their salary because you have apparently returned with a nasty temper as you can't speak anymore. You can't help but scoff, because the reality is far, far from what the paper says. 

Ever since you've been back at work, all you've ever done is stay inside your office and go through all the pending documents and close deals that were hanging. Your only human contact has been your secretary Hansol and your bodyguard, both of whom have more similarities to a wall than a human. Your previously bubbly secretary has turned awkward now, probably because you have lost your voice and holding a conversation with you proves to be hard. Seungcheol, on the other hand, is like a robot who stands by your door all day and only answers your questions as briefly as possible, most of the time with a yes or no.

Your hands form fists at your sides as you glare at Jun, who stands there, pridefully evil, watching you with a satisfied grin on his face. "Things are looking rather bleak for you," He tuts in mock sympathy as he strolls towards you, hands in his pockets. As he comes to stand right next to you, his hand reaches out for your shoulder to pat you but Seungcheol grabs his wrist and twists it, making him shriek in pain. 

"Fuck! Let go, you asshole!"

"You do not have permission to touch her," Seungcheol calmly states, still not letting go. You sigh and sign Seungcheol to kick him out, which he does immediately while your cousin screams in protest as you walk to your desk and sit down, rubbing your temples in frustration.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" Seungcheol asks after closing the door behind him.

You watch him for a while, your mind running a mile a minute as you think of a thousand ways of payback. But then you remind yourself that you have to approach this calmly.  So you force a smile and sign. 

"Send my secretary in. —

A couple of days later, you are not pleasantly surprised to see your father waiting to greet you at the front of the house when you return from work.

Just as Seungcheol opens the car door for you to get out, your father marches towards you.

"What did you do, girl? I told you to stay put! Your uncle Jin is here to see you!" His tone is not friendly. In fact, you pick up heavy disappointment, which you expected. This was bound to happen after you fired your cousin Jun from his position today. 

You smile calmly at him before turning to Seungcheol and signalling to him that he is relieved of his duties. He looks at you warily and you have a feeling he wants to say no but he ultimately just nods and takes his leave, driving away the car to park.

"He's waiting for you in the backyard." Your father announces. As you start walking away he yells, "You better fix what you have done today! The company won't last if you keep on making hasty decisions like these!"

Deciding to ignore him you walk to the backyard with unfaltering steps and find your uncle standing there with arms crossed, feet tapping furiously. You approach him with a smile, not a friendly one but the subtle smile of challenge as he takes furious steps towards you when he sees you coming.

"You! What have you done, _____? You fired my son from his position!" He hollers, marching to stand in front of you, fury blazing vividly in his eyes. 

Silently, you hold eye contact with him.

"You think you can do as you please after you get into an accident and we'll just let you? Who do you think you are to fire my son?"

You smirk before producing your notepad from your bag and start scribbling.

"I'm the president of the company and based on our investigation your son was found guilty of spreading fake news about me mistreating my employees. The reporter who got paid to write it confessed himself."

You hold out the notepad for him to read.

"How dare you believe a lowly reporter over my son? Over your own cousin?" Your uncle is livid. "If you keep behaving like this then I'll retract all my assets shared with your father. You know I can take over the Lee Enterprises anytime if I want."

You roll your eyes. Yeah, do whatever you want.

You start writing down. "If you have nothing productive to say I suggest you leave now and have a chat with your precious son. I have had a long day."

As soon as he reads the words written on the paper he bats the notebook away from your hand, making you gasp. The look in his eyes is akin to a madman's as he takes a threatening step towards you and leans in to whisper in your ear. 

"If you don't want to end up like your mother I suggest you start behaving, ______." He sneers.

Your whole body freezes up like a block of ice as your breath catches in your lungs. Your uncle's eyes are cruel, threating, filled with a layer of secrets that you're desperate to uncover as he takes a step back. The look of panic on your face brings satisfaction to him as watches you for a few moments, letting his words sink in and challenging you to do something about it before he smirks and walks out of the backyard.

Your legs, which have been shaky until now finally give up and you fall on the perfectly trimmed grass, your breaths coming out in the form of pants. 

The horrible realisation sinks into you. 

Your suspicions were true. 

His words just confirmed that which means you need to up your game. Immediately.

You're surprised at how quickly, how easily you think of one person when you need someone to help you. 

Hands shaky, you type a message to Seungcheol.

— There's something different about Seungcheol the moment he arrives at your front gate in his BMW. As you watch him get out of the car and jog towards you, you realise it's his fit; he's not wearing his typical two piece suit. 

No, he's dressed in a fitted white polo and black slacks, the polo so tight that you can see the bulging outline of his chest and arms. Despite the negative thoughts brewing in your head you get distracted for a second as you ogle him unashamedly and take longer than you should to respond to his question. "Are you alright, ma'am? I wasn't expecting you to call so late."

You roll your eyes. It's only like eight in the evening. Though you can see why it was unexpected for him because he is relieved from duty as you get off work in the evening. Not replying to him, you tilt your head towards his car, indicating to him to open the passenger side door. He looks doubtful for a second before following your instructions.

"Where would you like me to take you?" Seungcheol asks once you're both inside the car and he has started the engine. You sigh and sign, "Somewhere far and quiet."

His thick brows knot into a frown as he thinks for a few seconds before simply nodding. Then, surprising you, he reaches over and pulls your seatbelt across your chest, which you just realised you forgot to put on. His being so close lets you get a really good sniff of his cologne and once again you get heavily distracted as you start wondering what he'd do if you leaned into his neck and wrapped your arms around him.

Where are these thoughts coming from? 

You have no idea. This is not the first time you've had them, though.

It is like this new disease you have caught. Your mind goes haywire whenever you look at Seungcheol for a second too long. The first time it happened was right after the rumour of employee mistreatment broke out and you were leaving from work. Even though you took the back exit through the underground parking, the press mobbed you, throwing a string of questions at you while their cameras kept flashing repeatedly.

Seungcheol, of course, managed everything very efficiently and got you away safely. The way his hand squeezed your shoulder, his face hovering near yours while he asked if you were okay was a feeling that has managed to stay with you very vividly even now. You were a bit spaced out but not for the reasons he was thinking; it was just that he looked too attractive and his touch felt too comforting, even though he was merely doing his job.

You are a tiny bit ashamed to admit that he has made your heart flutter since then, with every little thing he did. 

You don't get to dwell on your day dreams for too long because he's leaning back in his seat and pressing the accelerator, making you jerk softly.

A quiet thirty minutes of drive later you discover that Seungcheol has taken you to the beach right on the outskirts of the city. It isn't something you were expecting but you realise it is something you definitely need. 

As he parks the car on a small cliff overlooking the entire beach, you hear the soothing sounds of the wave crashing into the shore clearly. 

And it brings back vague memories of your childhood, when your mother took you to this beach because she loved the air here so much. As if in a trance, you get out of the car and stand by the cliff, letting the cool sea breeze wash over you as the salty smell in the air invades your nose. Your bodyguard stands by you silently for a while and without looking, you can tell that his eyes are on you, watching you carefully.

Sometime later, he breaks the peaceful silence, "Would like to eat something? There are a few food trucks nearby." He moves his head to motion at the food trucks parked far away, their lights blinking. Shaking your head no, you fill your lungs with the cool night air by taking one more deep breath before moving to the back of the car and leaning against the trunk. Seungcheol follows you as you pat the space next to you for him to come and stand. 

He does so and you let out a heavy breath before signing. "I need you to do something for me. Something that has to remain a secret."

Seungcheol raises his brows slightly before frowning. He doesn't reply immediately and you stand upright, holding eye contact with him. "It is very important to me, Seungcheol. I need to know if I can trust you to keep it a secret from everyone," you sign.

"Okay, ma'am." He finally responds. 

"Even from my father," you sign. "I know you're working for him but for this task, I will pay you separately so you will only answer to me about this, okay?"

"Okay ma'am."

"Good." You huff out a breath. "You are from a prominent security company, right? I need you to look into a man for me. Jin Lee."

"Your uncle?" He looks bewildered. "Yes. I need his whereabouts on 23rd March of this year. And I need to know who he contacted before this accident. Any call or bank transfer that seems remotely out of place, you look into it for me, okay?" He pauses for a breath before replying. "Okay, ma'am."

"Just call me ____, Seungcheol."

— On the weekend, you have lunch with Chan in the garden of the mansion, the place where you two had lunch with your mother, as he eagerly asks you about how you have been doing and assures you that he is here if you need anything. After lunch, you see him off for a meeting before aimlessly strolling through the hallways of your house by yourself.

The cleanup at your place has been completed so you are planning on moving back tomorrow and you realise it will be a while before you come back here. Through your walk, you come across a painting hanging on the large hallway towards your father's office that makes you stop to stare. 

It is a picture of your mother with you and Chan, taken when you were about twelve years old. It is your favourite picture in the entire house, maybe because you have a memory attached to it or maybe because it's simply magnificent, the three of your smiles shining so brightly.

It was a gift from your grandfather to your mother on her thirty seventh birthday and she had it hung here, right in front of a large set of windows that overlooks the garden. The afternoon sun falls right on the picture, casting it in an ethereal glow and it is almost like your mom is here, cheering you on with her beautiful smile.

With a soft sigh and tears withheld, you say goodbye to the picture and walk away. You are aiming to go straight to your room but the loud voices coming from your father's office makes you stop.

You realise the door is just slightly opened and you walk over to shut it but stop in your tracks when you hear your uncle's voice.

"You better get your daughter under control or it will not be good for you!" He is shouting.

"Are you threatening me?"

"I am warning you, brother."

"Jin, please, just let her be for a while. She has lost her voice. I am sure she will not be able to perform like before. Then you and the board can fire her."

You are somewhat hurt by your father's words but once again, they do not come to you as a surprise. "Exactly! Why should I let the company go to waste because of her poor performance? You tell her to fuck off or I will remove her myself!"

"Jin, please. You already got rid of Aileen. You do not have to go any further.

Your world has come to a stop.

You forget to breath, as you simply stand there, stunned, convinced that you heard wrong.

You had to have heard wrong.

"I got rid of her and I'll get rid of you too, if you don't listen to me! Don't forget I own the shares of the family hotel just as much as you do. It will not be a challenge to turn the board of directors against you. Imagine what will happen after that? Your most lucrative business will be completely mine and your dear son will become penniless."

There is no reply from your father. Or maybe there is but you do not hear it.

There is a deafening ring in yours ears as you muffle your sobs by clutching your mouth tightly and making a beeline for your room.

You cannot believe this. You absolutely can not. It is something you could not have imagined even in your wildest nightmare. Your father knows your uncle killed your mom, yet he is staying silent. Why? Why!

Granted, your parents were never happily married and growing up you have heard that your father has mistresses. It never bothered your mother because their marriage was only a business agreement in the very first place and she had all her attention focused on you and Chan. But to think that he is letting her killer walk free is unbelievable.

After all he lived with her, his wife, the mother of his children for so many goddamn years!

By the time you have entered your room, you are full on crying, ugly and loud. Tears are blurring your vision as you flail around the room, helplessly, aimlessly, devastatedly. 

And before you know it, you are throwing the thousand dollar porcelain vase by your bedside to the ground.

The piece shatters into bits and the sound oddly satisfies you, prompting you to throw another one. And for the next few minutes you throw anything you can find in your room, not caring how valuable they are, not caring that a shard of glass has ripped the skin below your left thumb, making you bleed.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck you! Fuck all of you!" You yell at the top of your lungs, not caring to keep up the facade anymore.

Once you have run out of energy, you stop to look at the mess you made, glad that the messy room and the pain from the cut on your hand makes your mind go blank for a while.

But you do not miss the small, almost inaudible creak of the door to your room. Your head whips into the direction to see none other than Seungcheol, standing right out front, his eyes wide and his lips parted in a small gasp of surprise. 

You forget to breathe as you realise he might have been standing there for a while and he witnessed everything. 

Everything.

He knows your secret.  He knows that you are not mute. Before you know it, your feet are moving as you push open the door and yank your bodyguard into your room, not before glancing left and right down the hallway to check anyone's presence.

As soon as you lock the door, you press him against it and lean on your tiptoes, inching your face closer to him as you whisper, "Keep. This. A. Secret."

You had meant for the words to come out threatening but your tear stained eyes and cracking voice doesn't help establish that image.

Seungcheol stares at you with a gaze you are quite unable to decipher. His eyes are soft, full of wonder and you think you can almost spot admiration and something more in them and for a moment, you find yourself lost in the sea of his gaze. 

"______". He calls your name softly. His hands come to your upper arms to hold you gently as he puts some distance between the two of you before ushering you towards your bed and making you sit down. "Your secret is safe with me," he confirms as he sits next to you. "But I am glad you can speak again." He murmurs, giving your shoulder a soft squeeze as he looks around the room you just trashed.

You let out half a sigh of relief, knowing that your secret is safe and you find yourself speaking before you can even think. "I got my voice back quite a while ago. Two months after the accident, actually." Seungcheol's head whips towards you, his eyes widening in surprise.

"My uncle seemed very happy when I lost my voice and he was being weirdly nice to me. I already had my suspicions that the accident was an inside job so I pretended to act mute." You whisper, eyes trained on the floor.

How right you were!

It was an inside job but it had its roots spread out much farther than you thought. Your uncle killed your mother while your father sits there in silence despite knowing that!

The thought makes you shake your head as a dry, mirthless laughter wrings out of your throat. Your head falls back as you laugh like a mad woman as Seungcheol watches you, absolutely perplexed.

He gently tries calling your name. "______—"

"My father knew!" You are yelling between laughter. "He fucking knew!"

The poor man only looks more confused.

"He knew— he… he knows my uncle killed my mom but he is staying silent! He said it himself! I heard him! Do you understand, Seungcheol, my father is turning a blind eye! He is choosing to save his fucking business over me, over his children!"

Seungcheol looks absolutely baffled upon hearing your words as he falls silent with a bleak expression. He does not have the adequate words to respond to that and he simply does not know what he can do at this point to make you feel better.  However, he takes notice of the cut below your thumb and reaches for your hand, setting it down on his thigh while he takes out a handkerchief and gently ties it around the injury. "You hurt yourself," he states quietly, almost to himself before meeting your eyes. "I know what you heard was painful but you need to take care of yourself. For your mother, at least."

And the damn breaks.

You break into a full on sob as you wrap your hands around his large shoulders, molding yourself against him as you cry unceremoniously in his chest. Seungcheol's arms wrap around your body in an effortless blanket of security as he rests his chin on top of your head and strokes your head while you try to burrow yourself deeper into his chest. 

It takes a while for the messy array of tears to subside and once you have calmed down a little, you take notice of his white shirt which is now completely wet where you rested your face. "I'm sorry," you croak weakly, trying to pull away but he holds you by the arms and makes you face him by tilting your chin with his finger.

"There is nothing to be sorry for, okay? Now tell me what I can do to make this a little better. Just so you know, my team is almost done digging up about your uncle. We should have a solid update tomorrow."

A small sob of gratitude and relief escapes your throat and Seungcheol immediately shushes you, his eyes helplessly searching for yours. "C-can you please ask them to look into my dad as well," you hiccup, saying the words you never imagined would come out of your mouth. "I need to know his whereabouts before the accident."

Seungcheol assures you with a nod while his hand strokes your back soothingly. Exhaling a loud, defeated sigh, you wipe your tears and mutter. "Please help me pack my bags, Seungcheol. I am moving back to my place. Tonight. I cannot stay here a second longer."

The man looks like he wants to protest but goes against it and simply nods, getting up to retrieve your bags from your closet.

After hastily packing your belongings you waste no time to march out of the house with Seungcheol trailing behind you. You leave a note on the kitchen, simply saying something came up and you had to leave early.

You are extremely grateful that you do not come across your father because one look at him and the ticking time bomb inside you would explode and you definitely cause a scene.

As the night grows deeper slowly, you isolate yourself in your room once you come back to your apartment. Despite Seungcheol's insistence, you tell him to call it a day and lock yourself up in your room, throwing yourself a pity party. It has been a while since you had such a restless night— the last one being after the accident, and it takes a long long time for sleep to come.

When your eyes finally fall shut, hues of orange and blue have already grazed the sky. 

—

You do not feel like your best self in the morning but the news Seungcheol brings is enough to get you back on track. 

The manila file sitting on your desk is a gold mine, it's contents spread throughout the surface as you sit in silence, hands linked together under your chin, your brain finally connecting the pieces together.

Seungcheol's friends found a shady bank transfer made by your uncle, two weeks before the accident. The tip led them to an old gang who, after applying some tactics, admitted to taking money from Jin Lee in order to commit a hit and run. After digging around some more they found papers that now lie on your table, a clear proof of your uncle's deal with the gang, which they kept as insurance. Among the documents, one particularly catches your eye.

It is the information of the driver of the truck that hit your car. 

The picture is like a jolt of electricity through your system as you are immediately taken back to the scene of the crash, the moments after where you were hovering over the brink of consciousness. You remember seeing a man peeking into your wrecked car, a man with a scar on his left cheek and all this time you could not fully believe that to be real.

But it was.  You did not imagine it. The picture on the document is that of the driver you saw that morning, the man with a scar on his left cheek, his eyes dark and blank, his lips twisted in a line of malice.

"_____?" Seungcheol's gentle voice guides you out of your head. "My friend had his confession recorded. Would you like to hear it?"

"Of course."

"I need to warn you…it is pretty detailed. About the accident, you know." He looks guilty, even though he has no reason to be.

You swallow a lump in your throat as your heart beat picks up. Are you really ready to revisit that morning? Relive all those feelings?

You have to.

Seungcheol pushes a voice recorder towards you on the table, pressing a button to turn it on.

"I was told that there would be only a girl and her bodyguard in the car! I swear I didn't know her mother would be there as well! I did not mean to kill the woman! After I hit the car, I went to check and…and the older woman was dead! The girl looked barely alive and I didn't think she would survive…."

There is a buzzing sound in your ears. It is deafening.

You are transported to a void where these words keep repeating and repeating, pulling you down, sucking you deeper into a pit of despair.  It hurts so much you are sure death would be easier.

Your head hangs low, silent tears trailing down your cheek as you stare at your lap. Seungcheol calls your name multiple times, asking if you are okay but you cannot bring yourself to form a reply.

The pain, the guilt, the shame, the anger— everything is overwhelming. These feelings consume you whole and dry you out until you are left with an unbelievable urge to scream and holler and cry. 

"______, please, can you hear me?" Seungcheol's touch on your shoulder makes you jolt. You look up to find him standing next to you, eyes glazed with concern as he peers down at you.

"I am fine," you reply after taking a shaky breath.

"Are you sure? Maybe you should call it day—"

"Seungcheol?" You interrupt him. You wipe the tears clean and sit up straight. "Can you call my lawyer? I need him here as soon as possible."

—

Bad news awaits you the next day when you return home from work. 

As usual Seungcheol walks you to the door of your apartment but you realise something is up when he abruptly stops after stepping out of the elevator and turning towards the door to your place. Following his line of sight you realise he has taken notice of the slightly open front door to your house. 

Your heart drops as a small gasp leaves your lips.

Someone broke into your place. And it does not take a genius to guess who Plus it also confirms that your uncle has found out you have been snooping around. A calm man like him does not make a move unless things are really dire and this proves that he is desperate to get that evidence out of your hands.

Seungcheol tenses up beside you and uses a hand to push you behind his body in a protective manner as he steps closer to the door. With the other hand he pulls out his revolver, holding it out and pointing it straight.

"S-Seungcheol—" You start panicking.

He shushes you before you can say much, eyes trained forward as he takes measured steps. Swallowing the bubble of fear, you hold his back as you follow him into your apartment. 

The storeroom which is right on the left after entering is the first place Seungcheol checks, and when he finds it clear he pushes you inside haphazardly.

"Don't come out until I get you." He commands, shutting the door on your face and clicking the lock before you can even process anything. Baffled, you stand still inside the dimly lit room, carefully listening for any sounds, while a thousand different thoughts run through your head.  This building is one of the most secure residential buildings in the city and breaking in here is quite literally impossible. Which means it is clear your uncle bribed someone on the inside and the realisation of how scary things are getting dawns on you, making you chew nervously on your lower lip as you start to grow restless.

Thankfully, a quick while later Seungcheol opens the door, a wary look on his face and you can immediately tell something is wrong. As soon as the door opens, you push past him and head for your bedroom, only to find the place absolutely trashed. Everything is a mess; from your bed to your closet to your dresser and it is evident that someone took their sweet time to comb through every one of your possessions and as you take in the havoc, the last of your doubts go away.

They were undoubtedly looking for the documents and the recorder. 

Your hands fist at your sides as tears of anger and frustration gather at the corners of your eyes. It only amplifies when you see one of your most precious belongings lying face down on the floor— a picture of you and your mother taken on your eighteenth birthday. 

Immediately you kneel and pick the frame up only to find it broken, making you heave out a helpless cry of anger. As you clutch it to your chest, your eyes scan the mess around you and a sense of doom settles in your gut. So this is what your life has come to now.

"Come. You're not staying here." Seungcheol's quiet command disrupts your thoughts.

"W-what? What do you mean? Where am I gonna go?" You scramble to stand up.

"At my place. This place isn't safe, _____." He pins you down with a serious look. "Pack your essentials and I mean absolute essentials. Your passport and any important papers."

"Wait, I—"

"Now." He commands. "I am gonna make some calls to find out who did this. Be ready in ten." He is walking out of the room while dialling a number, leaving you flabbergasted.

A while later you sit on the passenger's seat next to Seungcheol as he pulls the car out of your underground parking and onto the busy street, eyes focused on the road in silence. The only sound surrounding you is the sound of the bustling city and it isn't enough to ease the thick tension in the car. Seungcheol's jaw is clenched and his lips are pressed into a thin line as you observe him while he stares straight ahead. "What do we do after going to your place? I can't just hide forever." You break the silence with your words, your eyes trained out the window. It looks like it's going to rain.

"You'll stay in my place until the threat is removed. I'll soon receive the CCTV footage and from there on we can track down who ordered to invade your home." He declares.

"It was my uncle." You say without much thought.

Seungcheol turns to look at you for a beat before focusing on the road again. "You sound sure." He murmurs.

"Who else would it be then? He is after the evidence." You reply. Seungcheol remains silent for a beat before agreeing with a hum. Another silence follows after that. You take occasional, shy glances at him while he drives and when the car stops at a red light in an intersection, you call for him, making him turn his head to look at you. "Seungcheol?"

"Hmm?"

"Thank you. For today."

He stares at you quietly, not blinking. "I just did my job."

"No, you are doing a lot more. You are helping me out in so many ways and I can only keep myself together thanks to you."

He only stares more at you. His gaze is intense and his eyes are hypnotic; if you stare too long it unnerves you, dissects you open. "You will be fine, _____." He replies after a long pause. "With or without me."

His words trigger you. 

With or without me?

You want to yell that he has to stick around however long you want him to but his cold demeanour makes your thoughts appear silly, even to yourself.  You are clearly looking for something more, much more than he wants to give you.  You know he would probably burn the world for you, not because he loves you but because he is a loyal person and probably because he pities you. 

Just a little bit. And you accept that. — Seungcheol's place is a canvas of grey and black and white. It is minimalistic and clean, a one bedroom apartment on the tenth floor in a quieter part of the city. As he walks you through his humble abode, he gives directions on where everything is and finally opens the door to his bedroom, leading you in before announcing. "You take the bed. I'll sleep on the sofa."

You do not protest because you know he would never listen. Instead, you almost ask him to share the bed with you but prevent going with it because you cannot trust yourself to remain professional while he sleeps so close to you with that tempting body of his.

"I'll leave you to rest. I'm going for a grocery run. Do not open the door for anyone but me. If there is any problem, call me." He uses his no nonsense tone and you fight the urge to roll your eyes. 

"Okay, okay." You watch him leave before shutting the bedroom door and sitting down on the floor, letting out a deep breath, one you've been unconsciously holding for a while.

As you watch the orange sky from the large window of Seungcheol's bedroom, the events of the last forty eight hours wash over you. You can't help but admire yourself at how calm you are. You woke up feeling numb today and you've been functioning on autopilot the whole day. Seeing your place ransacked did evoke some emotion within you but then again, deep down you were expecting something like this to happen once you had the evidence. 

You're running on pure adrenaline and you know you cannot stop until you have put your dear uncle behind bars. 

And maybe, even your father. 

He's an accomplice, no? He knows very well who killed his wife yet he decides to keep quiet, which makes him more vile to you. You find more hatred towards your father brimming within you, than towards your uncle. Yes, you expected him to play unfair but your own father knowing the culprit of your mother's death and simply burying it under the rug?  That, you absolutely cannot tolerate. 

A number of different scenarios run through your head on how you can bring them down. Despite having this irresistible urge to just run to the police with the recorder, you remember your lawyer's words.

It won't be enough. 

A few documents and a tape of confession are not enough to bring a man like Jin down. He has very strong connections with law enforcement and an even stronger set of lawyers. You need a solid witness. You need to catch him red handed. You need to create a scandal he can't recover from. You need to gather more proof. Proof so irrefutable, that his entire empire comes crashing down. 

And good for you, your uncle has already started setting up his doom. Trashing your place was his first mistake, the first piece of the domino. Now, it is a matter of time until everything collapses. You pray he will keep on making more mistakes. 

In fact, you know he will. He will do anything to get his hands on the evidence and you will stack all his actions against him at court. And when the time comes for the nail to hit the head…

You're going to be the bait. —

Somewhere in the middle of the night, you wake up from your sleep. Falling asleep came to you easily after eating the dinner Seungcheol cooked and then curling up in his bed where the sheets smelled subtly like him. It led you to have the best sleep you had in a while but now that you are awake, there is an itch in your throat, making it dry. 

So, quietly, you get up from bed and walk to the kitchen, a small light in the hallway guiding you to find a glass and pour yourself some water. 

As you sit on one of the breakfast stools and gulp it down, you watch Seungcheol sleeping on the sofa. The blanket that was probably on top of him once has fallen on the floor, the small space clearly not sufficient for his large frame as almost half of his body hangs out of the sofa. You almost feel bad for him and wonder how he can sleep in such a tiny space but it is pointless to feel guilty. He would never take the bed, no matter how much you offered.

As you take the last few sips of your water, you catch the moonlight draping over half of his face, casting it in an ethereal glow. It's stunning how beautiful he is. His usual stoic face is now relaxed, his full brows not knotted in a frown, his long eyelashes resting against his cheek, his plump full lips parted just a tiny bit. 

Unashamedly, for the nth time, you find yourself wondering how it'd be like to kiss him. You can't remember the last time a man made you feel like this, if ever. Your relationship with him should be strictly professional yet as you spend more time with him your mind keeps on entering forbidden territories.  Which is sad because you know he feels nowhere near that for you. Maybe he even has a girlfriend, or a wife— though you see no ring in his finger. Maybe a divorced wife with whom he parted ways begrudgingly, someone who still haunts his dreams. 

As you conjure up various scenarios of his relationship status, Seungcheol stirs in his sleep before a quiet groan escapes his lips.

You crane your head to take a better look at him, to see if he's awake but you soon realise he isn't as another pained groan leaves his lips, his large body shuffling in the congested space.

Is he having a nightmare?

You immediately get up and dash towards him, turning a light on the way and kneeling right beside the sofa. There's a light sheen of sweat coating his face and his eyebrows are marred in a frown as his eyes remain squeezed shut, his body writhing desperately "Seungcheol? Seungcheol!" You yell, grabbing his shoulders and trying your best to shake him out of whatever that's haunting him.

"No! No! Please, no!" The pain and helplessness in his voice halts your breath as you continue to shake him awake while his hands come to grab your arms in a tight hold, almost like an anchor. His grip only grows stronger as he yells in protest and you try your very best to wake him up once more. "Seungcheol! Please! Wake up! It's a nightmare!"

A set of blown out pupils look at you the next moment, and in a moment of silence a small shaky breath leaving his lips before they part slightly in shock. Then, before you know it, you are falling on your ass as Seungcheol shoves you away and scrambles to the farthest corner of the sofa. 

Even though your ass hurts, you know it was an unintended reaction. You whisper in a voice so soft as if you're talking to a wounded animal, "Seungcheol, it's okay. You're safe. You were having a nightmare."

The man sits still, hugging his knees as he still tries to catch his breath, a horrified look on his face. Not being able to bear it anymore, you immediately move to him and even though he flinches and tries to move away at first, he gives in when you wrap your arms around his shoulders. 

Soon he's burying his face on your neck as his large body curls around you, his hands gripping your night shirt tightly as if he's trying to mould himself into you. You feel his harsh pants on your shoulder so you try your best to soothe him, rubbing his back in repeated motions while whispering words of solace.

"It's alright, Seungcheol. I'm here. I have got you. It was just a bad dream."

You don't know how long you hold him like that but it seems to be a while, which feels too soon to you because Seungcheol pulls away from your arms before scooting away, putting a little distance between the two of you. He doesn't meet your eyes as he sighs, annoyed and dejected, while rubbing his temples.  "Are you okay? Would you like some water?" You offer. He shakes his head, looking down, his usual stoic mask settling back onto his face. 

"Why are you up?" He asks, his tone somewhat snappy. You frown. "I got out of bed to get a glass of water. You were having a nightmare, Seungcheol. Are you sure—"

"It's fine. It happens."

You are stunned at his lack of care. Is this a daily occurrence? Does he wake up every night, alone and screaming from his nightmares? Why is he allowing this to happen? Does he have someone to talk to? You want to ask all these questions but then decide against it due to the situation. Instead, you shuffle a little closer to him and start fixing his messy hair with a soft touch.

Seungcheol completely freezes at first and you expect him to bat your hand away but he doesn't. So you bite your lip to hide your smile as you finish fixing his hair before wiping the sweat off his brow. 

But you don't get to go far with that because Seungcheol grabs your wrist in a gentle hold, stopping you. His eyes scan over the length of your arms before he meets your eye. "Are you okay? I hurt you, didn't I?"

You simply shake your head and offer him a small smile which doesn't seem to convince him. His brows frown once again as you see him start overthinking so you put a stop to them. "I'm fine, Seungcheol, really. If you should be worried about anything, it is yourself. You're not on duty right now, you know. You can relax. I'm not a priority now." His eyes bore into yours and for a moment you see something foreign in his eyes. Something akin to vulnerability, longing, maybe even desperation.

"Go back to sleep, ____." His voice is gruff. "You've had a long day."

You want to protest but decided not to as huff out a breath and cast one more longing glance at him, hoping that maybe he would change his mind, before retreating to your room.

— It's ten o'clock when you wake up. 

Your first thought is that you are late for work, which makes you sit right up, ready to bolt out of bed but the next moment you realise it's a Saturday.  And you are not at home. You are at Seungcheol's place.

So you take your sweet time leaving the bed and freshening up, shuffling through Seungcheol's products in the bathroom. You also sneak in a sniff of his aftershave and cologne, smiling at yourself at your perverseness.

When you step out of your room, you find Seungcheol sitting on one of the breakfast stools, going through some documents with rapt attention. You stand by your door frame for a while, admiring his built frame from behind, his large back muscles and shoulders stretched beneath a white tee but you don't get to stare at him too long because his head turns around and catches you in the act.

"Good morning, _____." He greets.

You clear your throat, shuffling to the kitchen counter and pour yourself a glass of water, pretending as if he didn't just catch you eye fucking him. "Good morning, Seungcheol." Your voice is soft.

"Would you like to have breakfast now? I can make you some toast and omelette." He kindly offers. "There's also cereal if you want."

"I think I'll go with the cereal," You murmur, taking a seat opposite to him. You haven't had much of an appetite for the past few days which isn't really a surprise considering the situation.  Seungcheol goes back to scanning the documents in front of him while you sit in silence, sipping your water. You wonder wether you should bring up last night, maybe ask him if he's okay now but you have a suspicion it won't be received well by him. As you chew on your lip and debate the idea, Seungcheol looks up to meet your eyes, his face ever so serious.

"You have to take a break from work for a few days." He announces.

"What? Why?"

Probably for the first time, you see him hesitate which stresses you out. "What's wrong, Seungcheol? Tell me."

"You have received a few death threats, _____. I found them in your mail. For the time being, you need to lay low, appearing in public puts you at risk. In fact, we're leaving for a safe house today."

"Wait- what?" Your brain is trying hard to catch up. "Safe house? What are you talking about? I'm not safe here?"

"They know your address, _____. It won't take them long to get mine. I need to get you to an untraceable place."

You don't know what to feel or even how to react. You're at a loss as you try to figure out your next move. "What do those threats say exactly? Can I see them?"

Seungcheol's face hardens. "No. They're not pretty to look at." His voice brings shivers down your spine as a wave of nausea hits you. You had no idea your uncle could stoop so low. But then again, he's a murderer so you shouldn't have underestimated him. 

Seungcheol must have seen your face pale because he calls your name firmly, grounding your attention to him. "You are safe with me, _____. You just have to trust me, okay?" You find comfort in his eyes so you find yourself nodding immediately which satisfies him. "Get ready. We'll leave in two hours."

"Where are we going?"

"Don't worry about that."

"Does my father know?"

"About the death threats? Yes. He didn't seem too concerned about it though. Said it might be a prank."

Somehow, you're not surprised.

"But not about moving you to a safe location," Seungcheol adds. "No one needs to know about that. It's safer that way."

"Even my brother?"

"Yes. I suggest you call him and tell him you'll be out of reach for a while."

You deflate at that. Chan is going to be worried. And how on earth are you going to explain everything to him when all of this eventually unveils?

Seungcheol gets up, gathering all the papers and just as he turns to leave, he stops. "Oh, and ____? Don't come near me when I'm having a nightmare next time."

What?

"But Seungcheol—"

"For your own safety, _____. Don't. This is not a request." He doesn't wait for your reply but marches away as you silently watch his retreating form, lips pursed in annoyance.

The little appetite you had for breakfast is ruined as you go back to your room, cursing his stubbornness. As you pick up your phone to check for any important messages, a text from your dear father greets you. Your bodyguard told me you received death threats. Maybe it is better for you to stay at home and not work. For your own good, you should seriously consider giving your position to someone else. His flagrant attitude makes your blood boil as you fist your hands around your phone in a death grip before tossing it onto the bed in a fit of rage.

This day has not started off well.

— Two hours later you are well on your way to the safe house with a bag packed containing your absolute necessities. Your bodyguard has confiscated your real phone and gave you a burner instead just to be cautious.

Seungcheol, as always, drives the car in silence, the features of his face set to a grim expression. The air is thick with tension and you debate putting the radio on but even doing that feels too awkward.

"How long is the drive?" You finally ask, desperate to lessen this weird tension.

"We're taking a train from the station."

"Wait, what?"

"It is quite far. Driving there is going to take way too long." He calmly replies, eyes focused on the road. Sighing, you lean back and rest your head against the headrest. You let your eyes wander outside the window, watching the people, the view passing by while your mind runs rampant with all kinds of thoughts; anxious, restless.

A while later, you take notice of something in the rearview mirror and finally voice out the concern that has been bugging you for a while. "Seungcheol?" There's a touch of panic in your voice.

"Yes?"

"See that black Mercedes? It has been following us for a while…I think." You stare eagerly at Seungcheol waiting for his reply, waiting to be told that you are wrong but instead, a small, amused smile graces his lips.

"So you noticed, huh?"

It feels like your heart is going to drop out of your ass.

"What do we do?" You whisper, sitting up straight and craning your head back to take a proper look at the car. Sure enough, the SUV is right behind you, not even trying to be discreet anymore.

Fuck this crap, seriously.

"Trust me, I have got a plan. You just need to do as I tell you, okay?" He assures, his voice composed unlike yours.

"O-okay."

He turns to face you for a beat, giving you a reassuring look before continuing to drive in silence for a couple more minutes while the Mercedes stays on your tail. "Hold tight. I'm going to speed up. There's a parking lot about a mile from here. We're going to stop there."

"WHAT!"

You don't get your reply because the next second, the car is zooming forward as Seungcheol steps on the accelerator. You are gripping the dashboard and your seatbelt with your dear life as Seungcheol speeds through the lane like a madman, swerving every now and then. The Mercedes chasing you has a hard time keeping up with Seungcheol's viciously smooth driving because in a moment's time you are in the parking lot where Seungcheol parks the car in the corner farthest from the entry.

"Listen to me very carefully, ____." Seungcheol says as he turns the engine off and removes his seatbelt. "Crawl to the back and lay low, okay? No matter what happens, what you see, you do not make a move until I come get you, do you hear me?"

Your throat feels like sandpaper as you whisper. "Y-yes. Yes I do."

"Good." He squeezes your hand. "Now crawl into the back."

You do as you are told, moving into the backseat and crouching down as Seungcheol exits the car before locking it. You peek through the tinted window, watching with bated breath as the black SUV pulls up and two bald headed men exit the vehicle which parks right by the entry. They walk to Seungcheol, their stances predatory as they talk about something you cannot hear.

Next thing you know, one of the men is throwing an uppercut towards Seungcheol which fails to land because your bodyguard steps back, avoiding it easily.

Then, a full on fight ensues as the two men attack Seungcheol unsparingly. Seungcheol does not fail to keep up as he easily avoids them and counterattacks. Very soon, he is landing a kick on one of the men that throws him down to the ground with a harsh blow before grabbing the other guy and holding him in a chokehold. Soon, his body slumps to the ground.

Is he dead?

The other guy, meanwhile, recovers and charges for Seungcheol and you notice a bit too late that he has a knife because he manages to land a slash on Seungcheol's chest, making him stumble back. "Seungcheol!" Your hand unconsciously reaches for the door handle, tugging it to get out and help him. Alas, you can't do that. Fortunately, though, Seungcheol seems to not require any help as in the very next moment Seungcheol attacks the man, snatches the knife from him and bashes his head against the trunk of a car once, twice, thrice, making him fall into the ground, unconscious.

The breath you were holding finally escapes your lungs. Seungcheol dashes to the car the next moment, opening the back door and dragging you out by the arm before you can even say something.

"Come on. We don't have time."

"Wait, where are we going?" 

"There's a five minute shortcut to the station from here," he says, leading you by holding your hand as his legs pick up speed. "We have to run because they are expecting us to move by car. Come on!"

And so, you let him guide the way, his hand holding yours tightly, as you take the underground exit of the lot. You run for your life, your legs going sore but you manage to keep going just because of the adrenaline.  Soon enough, the station comes into view and Seungcheol picks up speed as the whistle of the train echoes through the air, informing its departure.

"Oh crap, we're not gonna make it!" You yell. "We will. Just keep running," Seungcheol hollers back as you both run parallel to the train that is slowly picking up speed. Suddenly Seungcheol lets go of your hand which throws you into a moment of panic but you keep running as you start to guess his plan.

You watch as he bolts for the entrance of the last carriage and in the blink of an eye, jumps inside.

"Holy shit." You curse. The next moment, he turns around and leans out the door, holding out one of his hands for you to grab onto while the other grips the handle by the door.  "Come on! Grab my hand!"

Your legs are so tired they feel shaky, ready to collapse any moment. Still, you run with all your might, holding out your hand, reaching for his. 

"Just a little bit! You can do it!" He encourages as the rhythm of the wheels intensifies, letting you know you do not have much time.

Oh shit.

Grunting in frustration, you put all the bridling remnants of your energy and dart forward which seems to be just enough, as your hand touches Seungcheol's. The next moment he grabs onto your hand and in the blink of an eye he is tugging your full weight and pulling you inside the carriage.

Upon entering, you collapse on the floor, panting loudly as Seungcheol lets go of your hand and cranes his neck out the door as if looking for something. Even though you are wheezing for air, you follow his line of sight and see two men running after the train as if they were chasing you. By now the train is moving at full speed, crossing the end of the platform, making them slow down and watch helplessly. "Who…are…they?" You choke between breaths.

"Your uncle's men." Seungcheol replies nonchalantly as he shuts the door and kneels next to you.

"How long have they been following us?"

"After we got to the station."

"Why didn't you say anything!"

"I didn't want to scare you." He replies, his hand wrapping around your shoulder. "Don't talk, just breathe. You did well."

You don't know if it is the intensity of the situation or the adrenaline crash or his words that make you slump in his arms, your body resting against his as you catch your breath. The feeling of his warmth against your body is something you are extremely grateful for at the moment.

"Please tell me you have tickets." You pant, resting your head against his shoulder.

"Of course. First class." _____ Five hours later, you are at your destination.

It is a cabin in a small town full of greenery and old architecture.  It is very picturesque, located in between a vast area of mountains, somewhere you'd come to spend the summer with your family maybe. Even though your situation is the farthest thing from a vacation, it doesn't stop you from admiring the beauty before your eyes.

"The place is very beautiful, Seungcheol." You admire the surroundings as well as the cabin.

It's somewhat isolated from the town, shrouded by the forest, as the nearest market from here is about ten minutes drive.

"Thank you, my grandfather made it. He left it for me." He provides as he carries your small bag from the car he borrowed from a friend here and unlocks the door with a key.

"We should do something about your cut." You mention worriedly, crossing the threshold as you see him slightly wince while moving. The bleeding seems to have stopped after he put some pressure in the wound but it still needs to be cleaned.

Hearing your words, he looks down to see the wound before shrugging, "It's fine. The bleeding has stopped."

You expected him to say something like that so you take matters in your own hands. "Is there a first aid kit here?" You ask as you pad to the bathroom, looking around carefully and sure enough, inside the cabinets under the sink, there's a first aid box.  Seungcheol murmurs grumbles of protest as you come back to the living area and ask for him to sit on the spot next to you on the couch.  Thankfully he listens to you. As he unbuttons his shirt, you disinfect your hands while trying your best not to peek at the delicious row of abs that comes into display. As his wound comes into view you cannot help but wince at the sight, which doesn't go unnoticed by your bodyguard. His hand immediately reaches to take the cotton swab from your hand, murmuring. "I can do it myself."

You tsk in disapproval, sending him your best scolding glare before resting one of your hands on his shoulder for support and gently swiping on the wound with the swab dipped in antiseptic with your dominant hand. Seungcheol sits still all through it while you hold your breath, channelling all your focus on the task at hand. 

It is scary; being this close to him and for some reason the act of cleaning up a cut is turned into something way too intimate by your brain. So, you don't dare to look in his eyes, afraid of what you'll see in them but terrified of what they will make you feel; something you can not resist or put a lid on, like the urge to cup his cheeks and kiss those irresistible lips.

You must be swiping at his wound with your face mere inches away from touching his chest for way too long because one of Seungcheol's hands comes to grab your wrist, stopping your movements.  "I think that's enough," His voice holds the aloofness that you are used to which makes you sigh.

"Does it hurt? Do you want a painkiller?" You still find yourself asking.

Seungcheol frowns. "No, ____. I'm fine. It's just a cut, I won't die."

"Still—"

"Maybe you should focus on yourself. You have had a long day—"

"Why do you always do this!" It takes a few moments for you to realise you are yelling. You stand on your feet, hands fisted at your sides as the first aid kit falls on the floor from your lap, spilling its contents all over.

"What do you mean?" He asks and you absolutely loathe how his voice never changes, laced with that touch of monotony and indifference.

"Ugh, Seungcheol! Why do you always push me away! I want to help you! I'm just trying to take care of you!" This, however, seems to evoke an emotion from him because he is immediately on his feet, glaring at you, his large body towering over you.

"It is not your job to take care of me! If anyone here is going to take care of someone, it will be me making sure you are alive, is that clear?"

"I'm just trying to help you yet you keep pushing me away—"

"I do not need your help!" His voice is a roar of thunder, making you gasp as you take a step back. You've never seen him like this nor did you imagine someone so unbothered and composed had a side like this. "Who are you, huh? Why do you keep stepping over the line? Did I ask for your fucking help? I'm the last person you should be worried about, Ms Lee, you understand that?"

By now, angry tears have gathered in your eyes. Not wanting to cry in front of him you bite your lips and push past him as you run towards your room. "Fuck you, Choi Seungcheol!" —

You spend a long time in your room, crying and cursing him out before eventually falling asleep out of exhaustion. 

When you are awake from your slumber, the clock reads 2 in the morning. Disoriented and irritated and hungry, the first thing you do after emptying your bladder is go hunt for something to eat. Even though you intended to avoid Seungcheol, it is impossible not to come across him as he sleeps on the couch in the living room, this one thankfully big enough for him to comfortably lie. 

There's a small lamp in the corner of the room and the light from there is falling on one side of his face, highlighting his cheekbones. 

You stand still for a moment to make sure that he's actually asleep, before tiptoeing to the kitchen. Pouring yourself a glass of water and you think of something easy to make that will not wake up the moody bastard in the next room. 

However, you don't get too far with that thought because a moment later, you hear an all familiar groan float through the quiet air of the night. It is Seungcheol. And he's having a nightmare. Once again. It's like deja vu.

All his commands of not helping him fly out the window as you run to the living room. Before you can reach there, however, you hear a crash and upon entering you see Seungcheol, wide awake and sitting on the floor on his hands and knees, his entire frame shaking violently as he keeps uttering something under his breath, still stuck in his nightmare. 

Your heart drops when you see the glass showpiece on the centre table shattered on the floor, along with the pillows and blanket that were previously on the couch. "Seungcheol!" You yell as you rush to him, carefully avoiding the broken shards of glass and sitting on your knees next to him as you try to get him out of his head and focus on you. His blown out pupils meet yours as his hands shake and his breath comes out in struggling pants. 

He's having a panic attack.

"Seungcheol!" you call for him, trying your best to keep your voice stable which proves to be hard as your heart breaks for the man, hating seeing him in this state. 

"Look at me. Listen to my voice. Breathe. Breathe with me. Look at me. Breathe, just breathe, you're going to be fine."

And so for the next few minutes, you try your best to calm the agitated man down, holding his body next to yours as you run your hands along his back, up and down, up and down.

You realise he's back to normal when the shuddering stops and his body remains immoblie next to you, as if he has fallen asleep.  You know otherwise because when you pull back to take a look at his face, you find his eyes open, that familiar, empty and aloof gaze replacing the panicked ones. His lips are set to a thin line and you feel his whole body stiffen next to yours and just like you know he is back to normal.

This time, you do not ask him if he's okay or if he wants anything. Instead you get up from the floor quietly and go to the kitchen where you quickly make him a warm cup of tea.

When you return, he's still on the floor, sitting with his back against the sofa, hands resting on his knees as his head hangs low. Silently, you walk over and sit next to him before extending the steaming mug towards him.

You hold your breath, waiting for him to reject it and start spewing mean words at you but you are to be amazed. 

Surprising you, he does none of those things but accepts the mug and takes a small sip. A tiny smile of victory graces your lips as you settle your gaze forward to the empty wall and sit in silence next to him. 

As the steam gradually disappears from the mug and his dejected posture becomes tense and uptight, you know he's about to tell you off.  Your guess turns out to be correct because just a moment later, he sets his mug down on the floor and turns to face you. His voice is stoic when he speaks, "I clearly told you not to—"

"Do you want to talk about it?" You interrupt him with a soft voice. He appears stunned as his mouth opens to say something but closes back to a tight line.

"I used to have nightmares as well, after the accident." You whisper, leaning back to the sofa, your unfocused gaze settled on the  walls of the cabin as your mind disappears in the depths of the memories of those gruesome nights.

"I'd wake up screaming and crying. Every damn time I'd see the crash so vividly and the moments before it, my mom's desperate eyes at mine, her fading words, telling me to hold on, telling me that she loves me..." You lose your voice with a choke as tears blind your vision. A hand comes to rest on your shoulder gently and gives you a reassuring squeeze. It takes a few moments for your brain to process that it's Seungcheol and you are pleasantly surprised. 

Your eyes search for him, and his face is solemn, his eyes showing just a reflection of kindness and sympathy. With a sad smile, you wipe the tears threatening to fall from your eyes. "It was horrible at the beginning when I couldn't speak. I'd wake up distressed and not finding my voice would make it even worse. For the first two months, Chan stayed with me every night. He'd try his best to calm me down but every night I'd be just as scared to go to bed."

"Eventually, the nightmares didn't come as often. Especially after I realised I could speak again and I was remembering bits and pieces of the accident and my suspicion was growing. I haven't had any nightmares for a while now but I remember how they made me feel. How awfully...real they felt." You sigh, shuddering at the thought.

A few moments of silence pass by as Seungcheol's hand drops from your shoulder. You don't expect him to spill his heart out but you are grateful that he didn't push you away and listened to you and comforted you. It is more than you ever thought you could get from him. Having this simple, somewhat bitter moment of intimacy is enough to soothe your love starved heart.  However, you realise it's a night full of surprises when Seungcheol starts speaking. "I was in the military, as you know. I joined when I was eighteen. I lost my parents the year before so it was just me and my grandfather." His voice is quiet as he fixes his eyes out the window, looking at the dark night sky.

You follow his gaze and make a quick observation that there are no stars tonight, just an empty, dark sky, before setting your gaze on Seungcheol's face. 

"My grandfather served in the military during the early years of his life and I wanted to follow his footsteps. The first few years were tough but good. I enjoyed them as they kept me busy and focused. During my fifth year in the military, my grandfather passed away peacefully in his sleep. I was on break at that time so I was there with him in his last moments. However, it still broke me. Sending him off was one of the hardest things I had ever done."

He pauses, making you hold your breath and anticipate his next words. His expression is unreadable, his sharp gaze focused outside when he continues.  "I returned to the military a different man. My life as a soldier became everything to me. I worked ten times harder than anyone else as the military turned into my entire life. I jumped through the ranks very quickly and went on various missions as a SEAL. All of them were dangerous but successful as I led my teams out safely each time. Until Sudan."

There is another heavy pause as you feel the air thicken with tension. You know the worst part is about to begin and as you observe his gaze become more and more unfocused, you can't help but dread whatever is coming next. "It was a humanitarian mission. Me and my team were tasked to rescue some families from a group of local terrorists. They were held inside a camp in the middle of the desert. The infiltration was successful. But, just as we were escaping, the terrorists found out and came at us with double manpower. They had a couple of high powered explosives which we were unprepared for because they were not supposed to have such weapons."

"As my team and I were exchanging fire against them, a bomb went off right next to me. It is the last thing I remember before waking up in a hospital bed a week later."

"The explosion fucked up left leg. I needed three surgeries and months of rehabilitation. But that wasn't the worst part. The worst part is that it cost three of my teammates their lives."

Oh Seungcheol. Tears are beading down your eyes as you let his words soak into you.

"It happened almost six years ago but it still haunts me. How I fucked up. How I killed them." "Seungcheol, no!" You scold, your voice not as powerful as you'd like it to be as it breaks mid way. "You did not kill them, you hear me? It was an accident. A horrible one but it was not your fault in any way. They died honourably and think of all the others you saved, all the times you led your team out of harm successfully. Think about all the lives you have saved, all the people you have helped." Your grip is strong on his forearms as you turn him to face you fully. His eyes meet you; bleak and hopeless and the urge to wipe away all his pain soars within you. It's a shame you can't do that so you do the next best thing you can think of.

You pull him in a tight hug. You wrap yourself around him, resting your chin over his shoulder as you close your eyes and hold him tight, the act a bit hard due his huge build. For several long moments he doesn't hug you back until you finally feel his warm hands creep on your back as he rests his face against your neck, cocooning your body with his.

You swallow a sob and blink furiously to drive away the tears, your hands stroking his hair in gentle motions. "It's alright, Cheol. You are going to be just fine. It is all going to be okay."

His response is to hold you tighter and you welcome his vulnerability, his pain and agony with open arms, breathing it in as if it is your own. Long moments are spent as you two remain in each other's embrace until you finally sit back to take a look at him.

"Maybe you should talk to a therapist?"

"I did," he sighs, running a hand through his soft locks. "After the accident, I saw one for almost a year. I was prescribed so many medicines and I almost got addicted to them even though they weren't doing much to help. So I decided to quit altogether and moved here, in his cabin. I stayed here for about six months, trying to pull myself together before an old friend of mine called, asking if I wanted to join his private security company. I agreed because I couldn't live in solitude any longer without killing myself and now, I'm here." You nod, watching him intently as you two sit with mere inches of space between each other's faces. In the back of your mind, you realize that this is the most intimate you have been with Seungcheol and probably you will ever get to be so you can't help but speak the next words. "You are so beautiful, Seungcheol. Inside and out. You are such an amazing person.I only wish you would know that." Your words can barely be heard because you speak so softly but it contains emotions from the deepest, rawest part of your heart. Sitting with him on the floor, in the middle of the night at a cabin in the woods, talking about your deepest traumas and secrets is something you never thought you would experience but now you realise, it is a treasure, a moment of profoundness that you will carry close to your heart for the rest of your life.

Seungcheol's eyes widen for a fraction upon hearing your words before he shifts, trying to pull away from you but your strong grip on his hands stops him. Once again, you find yourself confessing. "Ever since you've come to my life, I feel hopeful, even though we are going through so much trouble. I want to live again and I feel happy and hopeful when I look at you. And I can never thank you enough for that."

Seungcheol's Adams apple bobs as he swallows and the expression on his face is so vivid you realize you have left him speechless. A small, shy smile sets on your lips as you squeeze his hands softly, your thumb stroking over his bruised knuckles.  While your mind swoons over how tender this moment is and how beautiful he looks and how soft his lips appear, he inches his face closer to you before pressing his lips against yours.

At first, you believe it's a dream.

It is bound to be, no?

Blinking multiple times, you make sure that it in fact is not a dream but it seems to take too long because Seungcheol is pulling away from you, the apology right there at the tip of his tongue. However, you do not let him speak the words he doesn't mean. Instead, you do what you have only done in your late night fantasies, you cup his cheeks and pull his face down to yours, meeting his lips in a fierce kiss. You do not even think of holding back, pouring every bit of passion and need and admiration for him into it. 

Thankfully, he reciprocates, cupping your neck and jaw, tilting your face for better access. 

And it's wonderland. It is everything you imagined and more, everything you want and need, everything that can heal you.

In the rosy haze of desire and desperation, your hungry hands travel down to the hem of his white t-shirt, tugging on it in a futile attempt to get it off. The action gets the attention of Seungcheol as he dettaches his lips from yours, taking a look at your face.

"_____—" he makes a weak attempt to stop you but his words die on his tongue as you hastily stand up, dragging him with him. Pressing a soft finger on his lips, you shush him as you bring your face closer to him and whisper in his ear. "Don't push me away Seungcheol, please. I need you. And you need me too."

There is a battle in his gaze as he stares at your longing visage for a moment with a clenched jaw before muttering a curse underneath his breath. The next moment, you are being carried to your bedroom and in the blink of an eye, you are standing in front of your bed with his frame towering over you.

"You wanted this?" He teases but his eyes are lit with a fire that is inextinguishable as he takes off his shirt and even in the dimly lit room, you do not miss the carved perfection of his body, littered with scars here and there. In vain hope, you pray that your face isn't visible as you ogle him but you know it is because his unrelenting stare breaks your skin into goosebumps. 

As you are stuck in a trance of lust, he takes a step closer to you before his breath grazes your ear. "Lift your hands, angel."

The next moment, he pulls your nightshirt off your body, leaving you only in your sleeping shorts. He wastes no time, attacking them right next as they come off with a tug and you fall into your bed. You have no time to overthink or feel shy because Seungcheol cages your body underneath his as he crawls to you, a dark look of hunger on his face. 

"You are a fucking temptress, you know that?" He grunts, a calloused thumb reaching out to stroke your cheek. You lean into his touch, eyes falling closed at the contact as a soft sigh escapes your lips but the next moment Seungcheol is grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you in for a heated kiss. 

It's all teeth and tongue as he devours your mouth, two tongues entangled in a fierce rhythm of tango before finally letting you gasp for air.  "Crawl up," his voice is that of a quiet command which you follow instantly, letting him sit comfortably on his knees as he spreads your legs wide.

The very next moment a squeak leaves your mouth as Seungcheol pushes his index finger inside you, your wetness granting easy access. He makes a noise, something akin to an animalistic groan as his digit easily slips inside. 

"Fuck, you're so wet for me," he murmurs as he inserts another finger and then another before curling them inside you.

"Seungcheol!" You yell, grabbing the sheets as your hips lift off the mattress due to the electrifying jolt of pleasure. Your reaction makes him grunt as he fastens his face and you feel your legs tremble, making you think that you are going to come already. 

Your core tightens around his fingers as more wetness leaks from you, only amplified when he brushes his thumb against your clit. Another gasp and a shudder of your body makes Seungcheol smirk as he whispers, "Gonna come, angel?"

You nod your head aggressively, your hips chasing his fingers in their own rhythm and just as the tingles of your release soars in your body, Seungcheol removes his fingers.

"No!" Your protest is immediate but the man only gives you a cruel smile as he makes a show of licking his fingers clean. The act itself is extremely hot and you cannot help but release another groan of frustration. 

"Seungcheol! Please let me—"

"You are gonna lie back and let me eat your pussy now, hmm? After I'm satisfied, I will let you come." He announces, lips hovering over your thighs, the touch of his warm breath giving your goosebumps. The low gravel of his voice paired with the way he keeps looking at you from between your thighs makes you swallow thickly before lying your head back into the pillow, a shuddering breath leaving your lips.

"Good girl."

Good girl.

Your core clenches deliciously.  However, you do not get to soak in the warmth of his praise because the next moment he flicks your clit with his tongue and your scream pierces the night air. Your body writhes while he holds your thighs open in a strong grip, incoherent gasps and curses of pleasure falling from your lips. Seungcheol is like a man starved, as he eats you out mercilessly, his tongue going deep inside your most intimate parts. You can't remain still, tears of pleasure stinging your eyes as your body shakes and pleas fall from your lips.

"Oh f-fuck! Seungcheol! Please!" 

You yourself do not know what you are begging for. It's the sweetest torture, one you want to end but also continue forever.

Your release has wet your inner thighs and paired with Seungcheol's saliva they drip down to your asshole but Seungcheol doesn't stop. He brings his attention to your hard, swollen clit now which he flicks repeatedly with his tongue.

"Fuck! I can't! Please let me come!" You are convinced your voice can be heard from miles away. "You wanna come?" He grunts between breaths, voice muffled.

"Yes, yes! Please!"

"Then come. Come for me, my angel." The command has your toes curling as he gives a harsh suck to your clit and in an instant, you go off like a firework. The heated coil in your belly snaps as your body twitches, sending you headfirst into an orgasm so good, so deep, tears drip down your eyes. All through it, Seungcheol keeps sucking your pussy, almost making you numb before stopping with a final, sloppy kiss on your clit and sitting back.

Even in the darkness, you see his lips shine with your release.

"You are an aphrodisiac, angel." His words caress your skin as he leans forward and presses soft, tantalising kisses on your jaw and down your throat. 

"Please, fuck me now," your voice is a cry of plea as you chase his lips for a kiss. He entertains you, tangling your mouths in an embrace of passion as you taste yourself on his tongue. One of his hands moves down amidst the kiss and your foggy brain registers that he's taking off his sweatpants. 

With a soft groan he takes off his lips from yours and frees himself from your entangled limbs, standing up to kick his boxers and sweatpants down his legs. 

And oh dear lord is he a view. You admire him in his nakedness in the half lit room, drinking every inch of him. You can't stray your eyes from his cock, hard and leaking as you gulp and send a prayer to the sky, marvelling at his size.

Seungcheol crawls back into the bed, his movements akin to the grace of a panther, his eyes lit with ferocity and huger as he pins both your wrists over your head with one hand.

"I'm going to fuck you so good you will be ruined for any other man." He promises, giving you a delicious shiver on your spine. You want to scream that you don't need any other man, you never will but the thought dies in your mind when you feel his tip prodding at your core.  He slides in easily, almost embarrassingly easy as your sopping cunt welcomes him with wide open arms. A guttural groan escapes from his throat as he buries his head in the crook of your neck, spewing curses. The sound makes you clench around him which makes him curse again.

"You are so fucking tight, fuck!"

You can only respond in an incoherent hum as he starts moving inside you, making you throw your head back and let out a loud moan. He raises his head to look at you and your eyes contact and in a second, everything becomes more intense. The look in his eyes is ever captivating and ruthless while he pistons in and out of you tirelessly, hitting that sensitive spot inside you perfectly each time.

"You're going to be the death of me." He whispers, almost as if he's talking to himself. His mouth works on your jaw, moving down to your throat and sucking harshly on the soft flesh, making you shudder in pleasure. "Seungcheol!" You cry. "Harder! Please!"

"Any harder and I'll come right now."

"Do it! Come inside me!" All other thoughts and worries have left your mind and beg him for more, already cock drunk.

"Fuck, you sure?"

"I'm on pills, Cheol. I'm sure," you pant, clutching onto his back as he increases his pace, leaning back to sit on his knees as his hands move to your waist, holding you in a bruising grip.

"Gonna fill you up then, angel. Make this pussy bleed my come." He promises with a snark, his eyes trained on your face as he delivers one particular thrust that has you arching off the bed and seeing stars.

Then there is a brush of touch on your hard clit and a quiet command of coming which has fireworks exploding all throughout your body. You cry out, from pleasure and pain so addictive that white spots dance in your vision, hands twisting the fabric of the bedsheet so hard it would be no surprise if they tore.  The next moment you feel Seungcheol release inside you and the feeling of his warm cum coating your insides gives your body another round of shivers as you completely blank out. You are transported to a hazy place where you feel like you are floating through the air as you lose all sense of connection from this world.

It takes a while for you to recover and once you do, you realise Seungcheol has slumped over next to you as his breathing gradually returns to normal. You turn your head slightly to look at him and just as your eyes meet, he makes a move to get up.  Your hand immediately latches onto his arm. "Don't go." You croak.

"I need to clean you up." His voice is quiet.

"Later." You whisper, begging with your eyes. "Just lay with me for a while." He remains still for a moment, probably battling with himself before lying back next to you. He stretches one of his arms and you quickly use it as a pillow, shuffling closer to his body and resting your palm on his chest. Seungcheol tenses next to you but you don't let it get to you as your hand gently strokes an old scar right beneath his chest. Just as you are almost falling asleep, you feel his hand wrap around your waist, holding you softly and a smile graces your lips.

I love you, Choi Seungcheol.

— The next morning, Seungcheol starts avoiding you like you are the plague. As soon as you step out of your bedroom, Seungcheol, who was sitting in the living area quite literally bolts outside with his laptop and everything, throwing a curt good morning to you and not even sparing a glance.

You are hurt, to say the least. While a silly part of you expected that maybe you would wake up with him in the same bed and have breakfast together before some more lovemaking, the realistic part of you did not expect him to act like this. 

Like nothing happened.

Or worse, acting like what happened was a mistake.

Does he really think that last night was a mistake? 

It hurts to even think that he might believe that so you push that thought away with all your might. Instead, you focus on making yourself a nice breakfast before soaking in the tub for a while as you try to focus all your attention on plotting your uncles demise.

Once you are nice and clean after the soak, you find Seungcheol in the kitchen, drinking something from his mug as he talks over the phone with someone. You wait for him to finish, using the spare time to admire how good he looks— slightly messy hair, an old grey t-shirt and grey sweatpants. Once again, your mind travels to how good he railed you last night but before it can travel too far, you shake yourself back to the present.

"I need to talk to you." You announce as soon as he sets his phone down. Seungcheol's head snaps up to your voice and a grim expression settles on his face before he murmurs. 

"There's nothing to talk about. Last night was an accident. We were both vulnerable and it just... happened." It's like someone ripped your beating heart off of your chest or dumped you into a bucket of ice or better yet, did that together. Yet it still wouldn't hurt as much as his words pierce through you right now, leaving you utterly speechless as you just blink repeatedly, trying to make sure you heard that right. "It was not an accident, Seungcheol. You know it." Your voice is deathly quiet and you can feel yourself on the precipice of snapping.

"The hell it wasn't, _____." He snaps. "I am your fucking bodyguard and you are my client. I am not getting paid to take advantage of you!"

"Take advantage of me?" You seethe as an overwhelming urge to punch something, like his face, overcomes you. You have to take a deep breath in to form the next words. "I am not some helpless, pathetic girl that you can take advantage of. Whatever happened last night was real and with our consent. The man last night was the real you, the one you keep hiding, not this!" Seungcheol clenches his jaw, running a frustrated hand through his hair. "Either way, it should not have happened. We, you and me—" he points between the two of you. "It does not work. It won't."

"Seungcheol— "

"That's enough _______."

"No, tell me. Enlighten me, please," Your voice drips with sarcasm as you take a step towards him, crossing your hands in front of your chest. "Why do we not work? What delightful, eye opening information has been revealed upon you which led you to this wise conclusion?" The twitch in his jaw clearly tells you that he does not appreciate your sarcasm but you've had enough of his stubbornness, especially when it is clear that he wants you as well.

"So far, I'll I've heard is that I can't have you not, I don't want you. Quit playing games with yourself Seungcheol!"

"I am a fucking loose grenade!" His scream is abrupt, making you jolt. The veins in his neck pop out as he steps back, his frantic eyes glaring at you. "I cannot keep you safe! Not from myself. I am a man whose past haunts him. I can't fucking sleep at night without getting nightmares and smashing things! I cannot pass a day without the guilt of my past following me! I am headed towards hell and I cannot drag you down with me. I am not the man for you, _____, try to understand!"

"I think that's for me to decide, no?" You take another step towards him, trying to calm him down.

"No!" He yells, stepping back. "Enough! Just— enough. This conversation is over. I'm going out and when I return, we will pretend that none of this ever happened."

"You fucking asshole!"  You normally do not curse.  Out loud at least. Your mother had a strict rule of no bad language and you and your brother followed that rule to a t. No matter what you have encountered so far in your life, nothing gave you the urge to curse half as much as you want to right now.

"That's right. I am an asshole." He states calmly, sparing you a blank look before turning and heading for the main door.

"You fucking son of a bitch! I did not want to talk about this in the first place! When I said I need to talk with you, I meant about my uncle, you idiot!"

He stops in his tracks before slowly turning his head to look at you. "What about him?" His calmness makes you absolutely livid and even though you try your hardest to form words, the only thing your tongue seems to want to utter are curse words.

"It doesn't concern you anymore, asswipe." Seungcheol's lips form a thin line as he watches you quietly for a few moments.

"Do not do anything stupid,_____." He has the nerve to order you before marching out of the house, slamming the door loudly behind him.

"Go to hell, dickhead!" —

The rest of the day is uneventful as you two mind your own business, avidly avoiding each other. After Seungcheol leaves and blesses you with solitude you pace around the house angrily before going for a walk in the forest behind the cabin.

It is not dense or uncomfortable as a walking trek has been premade and you take a long walk which helps you clear your head just a bit. It takes your mind off of your stubborn bodyguard and back onto your uncle as you think of ways to trap him in a position he cannot easily get out of, as early as possible. With the plan you have in mind, it proves to be a bit hard, because you are staying in the middle of nowhere and your uncle has no clue where you are.

You walk home an hour later with a less obscure mind and send Chan a text through the burner phone, letting him know that you are alive and well. 

Your brother video calls you soon after and you almost forget that you are supposed to be mute at the joy of seeing your brother. It kills you that you have to lie to him but you bite your teeth and do it, telling him that work got too overwhelming and you are taking some days off and promise him of your quick return. You know your brother is not stupid and he has started doubting you but he is kind enough not to push you for more, which you are grateful for.

Seungcheol returns home a little after noon with more supplies. You act like he does not exist as you finish your lunch and retire to your room where you spend the rest of the day, lying in your bed and staring at the ceiling, thinking about everything and nothing. As the skies bleed to dark, dinner time rolls around and you two eat separately. Once again, Seungcheol makes no attempt to talk to you or acknowledge you just like you are doing but it still infuriates you, which you try to control by doing copious amounts of yoga in your room, before finally falling asleep quite late.

However, disaster strikes with the arrival of dawn, as the first rays of sun kiss the sky. 

You are snapped out of sleep as you open your eyes and find Seungcheol hovering over you, shaking you awake.

"Wake up, _____! Your uncle is here. He found us!"

Immediately you bolt upright, half thinking that all this is a vivid dream. As your panicked eyes meet his, your shaky hands clutching his biceps and you whisper. "W-what? How? I- I don't understand."

"I don't know either." Seungcheol grunts, craning his neck to look out the window. "There are two jeeps heading towards us. You need to get out."

As if on cue, you hear the loud roar of the engines as they come to a stop right in front of the cabin. Seungcheol helps your shaky form out of bed and ushers you down the stairs. 

"Take the back exit. Hide in the forest until I come for you. If I don't, call Jihoon for help. His number is here. And take this." he explains, handing his burner phone and a gun to you but your brain is stuck in a loop, not processing that there is a fucking gun in your hand.

"What do you mean if I don't? You are coming with me—"

"No. I will hold them off while you escape. Go, now." He orders, pushing you towards the back door of the kitchen. 

"_____! I know you're in there! Come out while I am being nice and maybe we can come to an agreement! You do not want to end up like your mother, do you now?" Your body freezes as you hear your uncle yell from the front door. The anger evoked from his words makes you want to stay and confront him but Seungcheol keeps pushing you, telling you to run.

And so, sparing one last longing look at Seungcheol, you tuck your weapon in your waist and run. You have not gotten even fifty feet away from the cabin when the first round of shots echo through the air. Your blood freezes as you come to a halt, turning your head around to look at the cabin as gunshots echo through the air.

You have to swallow a lump in your throat as tears gather in your eyes, the temptation to go back increasing. But you know going back is not a good idea because it will put Seungcheol's life at risk, more than it already is. So you keep moving deeper into the forest, the treks familiar because you have been here before and you make your way through very easily. When you come across a small cliff shrouded by thick bushes you decide to hide there, waiting to see if your uncle's men come around here. Confirming your guess, they do, after a while as they jog through, looking around for you. However, they fail to estimate your hiding place and continue deeper into the forest down the trek and just then, an idea forms in your head.

You have to go back.

The universe is on your side because you realise after some peeking around and shuffling through trees that there is another road that you can use to go back to the cabin. This one is definitely unused and riskier but you are determined to make this work. So, with a deep breath you jog through the narrow, muddy lane and soon enough, you find your way back.

The cabin is now quiet, eerily so.

The back door remains open, granting you access and you carefully step one foot in, holding your breath. 

It is a mess; bullet holes scattered around, a few bodies slumped on the ground, specks of blood all over the floor. The scene is bone chilling and you have to take several deep breaths to calm down. You can hear noises coming from somewhere in the house, grunts and yells, as if people are fighting, which is what is undoubtedly happening. No matter how severe your urge is to follow the sound and make sure Seungcheol is okay, you decide against it, putting faith in his capabilities instead and sending a prayer out to heaven. Careful not to step on any blood, you make your way through the mess and gingerly climb up the stairs, pausing to make sure no one is around. The coast is clear, thankfully, as no one is upstairs and you head straight for the little storeroom next to the bedroom, where you kept the very little belongings you brought with you.

You took special care to hide your prized possession, the evidence file. It stays secure inside a special compartment Seungcheol showed you that is situated under the wooden floor. Quickly removing the carpet, you open the hatch and look inside to make sure the files are there.

And they are, thankfully. Picking them up, you hold them to your chest and close the hatch, putting everything in its place while holding your breath through all of it. In the next second, the voice you dreaded echoes through the air.

"I believe I am going to need that, _____." 

You whip your head back to see your dear uncle standing at the door frame, lips twisted in a diabolic smirk like he got you just where he wanted to.  "I knew you would lead me to the evidence, niece. I just had to wait. And I knew you would contact your dear little brother no matter what so I put a little tracker on his phone and it led me here. Easy, no?" He shakes his head,  laughing cockily at his plan.

Your blood runs cold as your fingers grip the envelope tightly.

"Over my dead body." You hiss.

"Oh yeah, and my men told me you could speak?" He taunts, shaking his head some more. "Can you imagine my surprise when I heard that? Tell me, were you faking it all along? To what, get some pity points?"

"You will rot in jail, asshole. I will personally see to it." You seethe, clutching the folder tighter against your chest.  Your uncle's face loses its amusement as he stares at you for a while, cold and unblinking before reaching back and pulling out a gun. Your heart skips a beat as he points it right at you.

"The file, ______. I am not here to play games."

"Never." There is an immediate deafening noise of gunfire, making you squeeze your eyes shut and for a horrible moment, you think he has shot you. Opening your eyes, you see there's a hole in the roof where he has aimed his gun before pointing it back at you.

"Don't make me kill you like your mother. I need you alive for all the other plans I have."

"She was your sister in law!" You cry.

"She was a thorn in my way!" He seethes. "A conniving bitch trying to take the company from me and my son! Always challenging me! Always speaking against me!"

"It was never yours to begin with, you ugly old man! She knew you would steal it from us!"

"I dare you to speak one more word and the next bullet will be in your hand and the one after that will be in your leg. I won't do the mercy of killing you, _____. I will put you through hell on earth before I grant you the freedom of death." He sneers, eyes fueled with hatred. You swallow, your breath coming out in heavy pants as you decide on what to do next. 

Finally, with a defeated sigh you raise your arms in surrender and take a small, tiny step towards him, trying to appear as meek and harmless as possible. "You could have not killed her. You could have sent her away if she was a problem." You whisper, voice cracking. "Huh," he scoffs. "As if that bitch would listen. The only way was to get rid of her. For good. I knew she would be in the car with you that day and I planned to kill two birds with one stone but alas, that didn't happen" He shrugs, pouting. "It's alright, though. I know how to use it in my favour. I have so many plans for you. You're gonna come with me and sign off—"

"Drop the gun, Jin."

Seungcheol!

It is Seungcheol, pointing his Glock at the back of Jin's head as he appears behind him all of a sudden. You are flooded with gratitude so big tears come to your eyes and hope flares in your chest seeing him alive, hurt and dishevelled but alive. However, your hope is quick to die down when Jin speaks the next words.

"You sure you wanna do that, son?" Your uncle remains unaffected as he slightly turns his head, his words directed to Seungcheol. "You pull the trigger and by the time it has hit me I can pull the trigger as well and her brains will be splattered all over these walls. You don't want that, do you? Besides, I know as a matter of fact your boss here wants me alive. She has grand plans for me, is that not right, _____?"

His eyes pan back to you, the evilest of smiles on his face as you grit your teeth, trying to keep yourself from doing anything rash.

You underestimated your uncle for sure.

"Drop the gun, son. I won't say it again." He orders, taking a menacing step towards you. "You drop it and nobody gets hurt. I need this bitch alive for everything I have planned." Seungcheol's eyes meet yours and the helplessness and frustration is visible in them. You watch with bated breath as he slowly points the gun away from Jin's head and sets it down on the ground, raising his hands in surrender. A satisfied smile sets on your uncle's face and he lets his guard down for a moment, a fraction of a second, which Seungcheol takes advantage of.  In the blink of an eye, Seungcheol jumps on him, grabbing his legs and dragging him down onto the floor. His grip on the gun falters, letting it fall on the floor and as he makes a move to reach for it, Seungcheol kicks it to the farthest corner of the room.

A scuffle between them ensues and Seungcheol tries to overpower Jin and pin him down onto the floor. However, your uncle, the master of playing dirty, manages to pull a switchblade from his pocket and slashes Seungcheol on the arm, making him fall off of him. "I'm gonna fucking gut you, you son of a bitch!" He yells, charging for Seungcheol as he pins him down, aiming the blade towards his throat but Seungcheol stops him with a practised move. An intense battle of power ensues but you've had enough as you reach  for the gun Seungcheol gave you, tucked at your waistband.

Pointing it straight at Jin's head, you yell. "Drop the knife, Jin! I really don't want to kill you!"

"You don't have the balls to shoot me, bitch!" He yells back, not even glancing at you, busy subduing Seungcheol as he stabs him in the shoulder. That motherfucker!

He underestimated you greatly.

Furious, you pull the trigger and the bullet lands right where you aimed it, Jin's knee. With a howl of pain, he falls off of Seungcheol who quickly gets back up and wraps an arm around his throat in a chokehold.

"You filthy little bitch! You fucking —"

Seungcheol tightens the grip on his neck and after struggling for a few moments, Jin passes out, making you sigh in relief as you step back and lean against the wall. "You shot him." Seungcheol's voice is laced with bewilderment as he watches you with a look of surprise and admiration. "Self defence," you shrug, closing your eyes and inhaling a deep breath. "Tie him up. I'll call the police."

— Fifteen minutes later the cops arrive with blaring sirens followed by an ambulance. 

As soon as the ambulance comes to a stop, you are dragging Seungcheol towards it, yelling at the staff to get a look at his shoulder, around which you have wrapped a cloth to lessen the bleeding. As a responder attends to Seungcheol's injury, two policemen rush into the house when you tell them that the culprit is tied up inside. 

You stand out front with your arms crossed, the morning sun now high in the sky, the warm rays caressing your face as you watch your uncle being dragged out of the house and into one of the police cars. He is yelling and cursing his complaints, his eyes filled with hatred as they come in contact with yours. 

Your body goes rigid, the revelation coming upon you that he is done for and he knows it. You know he is definitely going to deny everything but he has another surprise coming his way.

An officer comes to you, talking about the next procedures and asking basic questions but you cannot quite register his words as your body finally gets off the high of adrenaline and realisation hits you like a bulldozer, it's over.

It is over. You got him. 

I got him, Mom. I will make him pay.

Seungcheol, who sits at the back of the ambulance while a nurse gives his shoulder a temporary fix, listens to the officer carefully, answering his questions in your place before thanking him as he takes his leave. 

"Are you okay?" Seungcheol's uninjured hand comes up to gently touch your arm, making you jump as you are snapped out of your reverie.

"Would you like me to look at you, ma'am? The responder offers as she takes off her gloves. "You look pale." You shake your head, swallowing as you wrap your arms around yourself. Seungcheol gives your hand a tug, making you sit next to him.  "Please take a look at her." He says to the nurse, who nods while he shrugs off the blanket sitting on his shoulder and wraps it around yours with his free hand. 

"Breathe, _____." He speaks softly, his hand holding yours. You nod, focusing on your breath for the next few minutes as the nurse does a quick check up on you. There are a lot of unshed tears within you and a lot of emotions you need to let out but you just cannot bring yourself to do that right now. There is this numb feeling all over you accompanied by an overwhelmingness.

And you know very well the war isn't over just yet. You have to make sure your uncle ends up behind bars. Even though you have some control over your emotions right now, you remember that you have to explain every hideous detail to Chan and you know will break down then. You know you will break down again when you visit your mother's grave but you know this time, you will feel less guilty of being the only one surviving, less in agony because you have avenged her.

"I have called my lawyer. He's preparing all the documents. We should head home now." You speak, eyes staring at the sun shining over the hills and the lush greenery.

This place is magical. You want to come here again, someday.

"Okay," Seungcheol agrees as his hand comes to rest over yours and he gives you a reassuring squeeze. Your eyes pan back to his face, littered with cuts before settling on his shoulder.  You open your mouth to scold him for getting hurt when he sighs. "What were you thinking, _____? I told you not to come back to the cabin. Your uncle had you just where he wanted. You could have been seriously hu—

"I had a plan, Seungcheol."

"What plan?" He looks annoyed. A soft smile graces your lips as your hand travels to the front pocket of your shirt. You pick the pen sitting there and hand it to Seungcheol with a mischievous smile. Frowning, he examines the item carefully until it dawns on him as his eyes widen. "This has a camera!"

"Yep! It can record audio and video very clearly. I had it on me for a while and as I was hiding in the forest I suddenly realised that I couldn't get better proof against my uncle than right then. So I went back to be the bait."

"Still, you don't realise how risky—"

"Trust me, I do. But I had no option. Besides, my gut told me that my uncle really didn't want to kill me unless he had to because after everything that happened, I was more valuable to him alive than dead." Seungcheol stares at you, all a loss for words before shaking his head in disbelief. 

"Wanna know something more fun?"

"What?" He is wary. "The documents I hid? They are not the real ones!" You cannot hold back a laugh as Seungcheol looks as you, more perplexed than before.

"I mean, come on! I'm not that stupid! I wouldn't carry them with me knowing my uncle is looking for them! I hid the original files in Chan's safe after I had him promise me not to touch them."

"Wow…" Seungcheol shakes his head in utter disbelief as he tries to wrap his head around everything. "Still, if I hadn't come for you on time…"

"I knew you would, Seungcheol. I believed that deep in my heart." You whisper, fingers lacing with his as your eyes meet. Seungcheol swallows and looks away, blinking. With a soft sigh, you stand up. "Are you sure you can travel this long in the car? Should I call in a helicopter for you?" Seungcheol rolls his eyes, standing up as well. "It's a fucking graze, _____. I have had way worse and I survived. I will be fine. I already feel fine." Your eyes narrow at him and you want to reprimand him but you cannot find it in your heart to do so. With a sigh, you usher him towards the car. "Let's go then. I'll drive."

— The next 48 hours pass by in the blink of an eye as you go through the most hectic time of your life. 

The first thing you do upon entering the city is sit down with your lawyer for a detailed discussion on the next steps you are going to take and hand the video recording to him. After that you ask Chan to come over to your place where you explain everything to him from a to z. It proves to be one of the worst moments of your life as you watch your brother's face pale with every word you utter and by the time you finish explaining everything he goes as still as a statue before abruptly taking his leave.

The next day you are asked to give a statement to the police along with Seungcheol which takes quite a while as you explain everything in detail. During that time the news breaks about your uncle getting arrested and charged for both murder and attempted murder leading to a flock of reporters chasing you down wherever you go. 

The stocks of the company are also affected as a side effect of the scandal and you have to spend a good amount of time in the office as you try to reassure everyone and get everything under control with your business partners.

On the third day after Jin's arrest, the police officially read out all the charges against him and announce the dates of the trials which sends the press into a second round of frenzy as they try to get your opinion on it, mobbing you whenever you step outside.

Your father is also taken in for questioning where he, thankfully, admits to his crimes and then he is also arrested with the charge of withholding information. He claims that his brother was blackmailing him so he had to keep the murder a secret. Whatever his reason was, you do not care anymore.

You refrain from engaging with the press as much as possible, other than the press conference arranged by your company that you had to attend but you do not make any comments about your uncle or father, just announcing that they will be punished accordingly and you and your brother will do your utmost best to protect the company. 

Amid all of this, Seungcheol refuses to leave your side, even with his injured shoulder. 

The wound was not deep but he was advised not to move the shoulder too much, an instruction he didn't pay any heed to when he was protecting you from the fleet of reporters. Taking it a step further than that, he called his friend over from the agency, the man called Jihoon, to be your second bodyguard because he believed that he was not functioning at his best.

Overall, it turns out to be a crazy, sleep deprived but exciting few days as you see all the pieces of the puzzle fall into its rightful place.

What is not exciting, however, is the straining relationship between you and your brother. After your confession to everything, he grows quieter and avoids talking with you unless it's absolutely necessary, which you understand and respect. He is processing the murder of his mother and his family members' participation in it and you also understand he feels betrayed because you kept so much information from him.

Still, it hurts.

This is why it is a surprise when you see him walk through the double doors to your office on a weekday morning as you were going through the legal statements of the company. "Chan!" You gasp, rising from your chair, eyes wide open in surprise. "What are you doing here?"

He gives a half hearted shrug before sitting down on the couch by the floor to ceiling windows, his gaze focused on the skyline.  "I had some things to tell you." Okay... You chew on your lip as you walk over to him and take a seat in front of him. You watch your brother stare off into the distance out the window before he finally heaves a long sigh and looks at you. The sadness and exhaustion are clear in his eyes and it breaks your heart. This whole media circus has not been easy for him either, especially because he knew nothing of what was going on and the press attacked him like a bunch of piranhas.

"The week has been crazy for you." He states, matter of factly. 

You give him a small, sad smile. "Same goes for you."

"Yes. I am feeling a lot of emotions together however..." he stops for a second before boring his gaze at your eyes. "I cannot help but feel betrayed."

"Oh Chan—"

"No, it's okay." He holds up his hand, stopping you. "I know that was not your intention and it is not your fault. It is none of our fault. I feel betrayed by this... family, this situation. I feel so angry that all of this happened right under my nose and I—" he huffs, dragging a hand through his hair as his voice fades. "I knew nothing about it."

"It is not your fault."

"It kind of is." He grunts. "I...I should have been more careful, more aware—"

"You couldn't have prevented it, Chan. It would only get you hurt in the process."

"Exactly! It would and that's how it should be. We're a team, you and I. So I should be equally responsible but only you got hurt in this process. You have been carrying all this burden with you since the accident. Not to mention the crazy stunt at the cabin. Are you insane, _____? I saw the video and he had a gun for fucks sake!"

"So did I!" You admonish. "Besides, he wasn't going to shoot me."

"You couldn't be sure!"

You drag out a sigh in surrender as you admire your brother for a silent moment as he suddenly reminds you of Seungcheol. "Whatever it was, it's in the past and I am safe now. However, I am sorry. For lying to you, for keeping you in the dark."

"Yes, I am actually quite mad at you for acting mute in front of me." He narrows his gaze at your face. 

"Well at least you learned sign language because of it!"

He snorts and you chuckle, a more comfortable silence falling between the two of you as you stare at each other for a while with melancholic smile on your faces. After a while, he announces, "I am going away for a while."

"What? Where?" You gasp.

"I don't know where, actually. Somewhere with a beach and lots of sunshine maybe. Away from…here." He smiles faintly. "I just...I need to be away for a while and process everything and simply be in my own company. I just need some time, sis." Tears shine in your eyes. "I understand." You whisper.  You really do but it still pains you because you feel responsible for breaking his heart.

"Take all the time you need. I'll handle the business while you are gone."

"Good. I know you will manage it well, maybe even better than me," he gives you a smile, a real one that reflects the shine in his eyes and you mirror it back. He stands up, buttoning his suit jacket. "Oh, by the way, what is going on between you and your hunk of a bodyguard?"

"Hm? What do you mean?" You feign innocence, avoiding his gaze, surprised at his observation. "Oh please." He gives you an it-is-very-obvious look. "The chemistry between you two has been explosive from day one. You always have that dreamy look in your eyes when you look at him."

"I do not!" You gasp. "Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night." He shakes his head in mirth. You huff out a dejected breath of surrender. "It doesn't matter anyway. He doesn't want me."

"Should I beat him up?" He asks casually, making you snort.

"You would lose, you know." You roll your eyes. That makes him laugh before he takes a step towards you. "I would deprive you of a hug but since you are already heartbroken, come here." 

You immediately get up and wrap your arms around your brother in a tight hug. You sniff, holding back tears as he pats you in the back, and you whisper. "I will miss you. Text me every now and then."

"Will do," he promises with a smile, pulling back and squeezing your shoulder. As he starts walking, he yells over his shoulder, "Do not think of getting married to that hunk while I'm not here though!"

"Yes, sir!" Rolling your eyes, you yell back and watch him walk out the double doors before plopping back on the couch, an eerie feeling of emptiness settling in your chest.

It takes a while for you to realise that tears are streaming down your face. Upon realisation, you simply hang your head low, letting them flow and stare at the floor, vision blurry as you play back the events of the last 6 months in your head. 

A soft knock at the door makes you snap your head up, breaking your trance as you quickly swipe your fingers below your eyes, head turning to see who enters. 

It's Seungcheol, composed in poise and grace as he steps inside before coming to a stand beside you. Silently, he asks for permission to sit, something you have told him multiple times not to do and when you give him a nod he takes a seat opposite to you. "You have been crying," he states quietly as he regards you with a knotted brow. You sigh and blink a couple of times before asking. "I'm fine now. What's the update? Any problems?"

He shakes his head. "Things are under good so far. You still need to give a formal statement at the fundraisers event next week, so you have to prepare for that."

"Hmm," you nod. "What brings you here, then? Are you feeling okay? I told you to take a day..." Your voice fades as you watch him produce a white rectangular envelope from his pocket and push it towards you on the table.

You have a sinking feeling in your chest that it is a resignation letter. 

"I am submitting my letter of resignation." He says, as calmly as ever, his eyes straight on yours. Your mouth opens but fails to deliver the words as you tilt your head to the side, processing this action. 

You have no problem with him resigning. In fact, you had planned to fire him after this hellish week ends so that you two could have a discussion about where your relationship stands, without all these professional restrictions limiting you. However, knowing Seungcheol, you have a sinking suspicion that he isn't quitting so that he can address his feelings for you but so that he can escape. 

Still, you decide to feign ignorance.

"Good. I was planning on firing you anyway. Not that you were bad at your job, you were the best but you need to rest, Seungcheol. And I have Jihoon now so I'll be fine." You nod as you pretend to go through his letter but inside, your hearts thuds so loudly you are afraid it will burst. 

"As of today, I am relieving you of your duties, Choi Seungcheol." You offer him a shaky smile. Seungcheol nods, his face as impassive as ever and you just cannot tell if he is heartbroken or relieved. His body language tells you that he is ready to get up and leave but you do not let that happen so easily.

"Now we can finally talk about our relationship." You speak, trying to keep your voice as stable as possible. Seungcheol visibly tenses as his face loses some of its colour and immediately you know this is not going to end well. 

But you are adamant on seeing this through.

"There is nothing to talk about." His voice is quiet, almost inaudible as he sits there looking like a petulant child lying to his parents. You have to take a deep breath to compose yourself. 

"You can do many things, Seungcheol but you cannot lie to me." You keep your voice as gentle as you can.

Your ex bodyguard seems to agree as he lets out a dejected sigh and stares at the floor very attentively. You watch him with intent for a few long moments, giving him time but ultimately when he remains as stubborn and unmoving as a mule, you break the silence. 

"I will lay all my cards on the table, Seungcheol, since you can't seem to do that. I have feelings for you, Seungcheol. Feelings that are very, very deep and real and I'm willing to act on them. Do what is necessary to make this work— make us work." 

He is quick to disagree. "Those feelings that you talk about, they are not love, ____. It is temporary. The last few weeks have been intense and it's just your body's natural reaction —"

"Do you love me, Choi Seungcheol?" You interrupt him, looking him straight in the eye.  The man looks like he swallowed a sock and you would feel bad for him, maybe even laugh at his reaction if the situation was not so dire.

"It does not matter." He looks away. You have the urge to hurl something at his head; the lamp next to you seems very tempting, but you fight it by clenching your fists a few times, trying to put yourself in his shoes.

"Seungcheol, I heard you that day in the cabin. I hear you now and I completely understand your fears. But I am here and we will work through them. It will take time but I'm ready, no matter how long it takes. I just want you, Seungcheol, and it kills me because I know you want me too yet you keep punishing yourself."

By now you have learned to read the man well and what might be easily overlooked by others comes into your notice; like how he clenches his fists and how his Adams apple bobs as he heavily swallows. The look in his eyes is that of a pure battle, one that he is fighting against himself and it's hard to watch. You are about to stand up and hold his hand when he suddenly moves onto his feet, his posture rigid as he glares down at you.

"I do not want you. What happened at the cabin was a mere moment of weakness. And you don't want me either, ______. You will soon realize it."

This gaslighting asshole!

"So you are going to lie to yourself till the very end?" You hiss, standing up and stepping closer to him, meeting his eyes with an equal glare.  "If anyone is lying to themselves here, it is you." He spits. "Our relationship was supposed to be professional from the start. I am a bodyguard and you are merely one of my protectees. Let us end it that way." He takes a step back while you watch him with a flabbergasted expression at his audacity. He uses your moment of weakness to say. "It was nice working with you. Hopefully, you won't need me again. Goodbye, Ms. Lee." The next moment he is pushing past you as his footsteps echo on the cold marble floor, the sound similar to that of your heart as it cracks.

"If you walk away now, I will never forgive you, Seungcheol!" You yell, voice cracking as tears gather in your eyes, your gaze focused outside the window, your back facing him. No reaction comes from behind you except for the footsteps which come to a halt. 

"Do you really want to end it like this?" Your whisper is followed by silence but through the eerie quietness in the room, you know the words reach him well.

His reply comes a few seconds later, in the form of footsteps that echo farther and farther away from you followed by the sound of the door opening and then closing and then utter silence. —

The fundraiser's event is going in full swing, bustling with people when you arrive. Draped in a red silk dress and diamond jewellery you look like a million bucks but in reality you feel nothing like that and you have no desire to be here whatsoever. But you know it is necessary to make an appearance as the host because it is extremely important to show up after the scandal to assure everyone that things are going well. Except they are not. While your professional life has slowly started getting back to its normal place your personal life has plummeted because all that you have done in the past week is mope around and curse your ex bodyguard and bitch about him to your current one, Jihoon.

The best way you can describe Jihoon is a grumpy cat. He talks very little but whenever he does, he's always huffing and complaining. But you see his softer side peek through from the little acts he does for you like making sure you eat your meals properly, checking up on you after your crying session and preparing all your documents and briefing you every morning. His tsundere antics and his silent company have probably been the only driving force that has kept you sane after Seungcheol dumped you.

The event is taking place in a banquet hall in the city centre and once inside, Jihoon guides you to a private resting room where you get ready for the opening speech. "I don't think I will stay till dinner. It is okay I leave after the speech, no?" You ask Jihoon as you finish revising the script. "Maybe mingle with people a little bit. Behave like a human instead of a broken hearted ghost" he offers, his tone dry as usual. You sigh and shake your head at his reply as you smooth your dress and step forward, waiting for the emcee to call you on stage.

Once on stage, you stand behind the podium, the tireless flashes from the cameras giving you a headache and you have to try your very best to plaster a smile on your face as you greet the guests and start your speech. Jihoon stands a few feet away from you on the stage, his eyes scanning the crowd carefully as he receives constant updates in his Bluetooth. However, not even two minutes into your speech, a man causes commotion as he tries to get on the stage, yelling some nonsense about how you are a fraud and a money launderer. You are baffled as you watch the security planted at the perimeter of the stage get a hold of him and drag him out while whispers and murmurs echo among the guests.

"He looks drunk," Jihoon says as he steps close to you to make sure you are alright. "Ignore him. He shouldn't have been allowed inside. I will have a talk with—" He pauses midway in his sentence as his eyes focus on something behind you, on the other side of the stage, his pupils widening. You can barely process the change in his expression before he tugs you away and shields you with his body as you two roll off the stage.

The next moment, an explosion echoes through the air. There is a ringing in your ears as Jihoon covers you, the echoes of the blast intensifying the headache you already had. You feel disoriented as Jihoon helps you to stand up and ushers you towards the resting room backstage while you hear screams echoing from the guests, their heavy footsteps scattering all over. "Wha- what is going on?" You cry, confused as Jihoon shoves you inside the room. "It is your cousin, Jun."  What!

"Lock the door. His men have blocked the exits. I need to clear them before I come get you. Do not open this door, is that clear?" He orders you and before you can form a reply, he is gone. Confused, scared and exhausted, you fall onto the ground, head in your hands as you fail to wrap your head around the situation. Of course, you knew your cousin was sour after his father's arrest but you never thought he would go this far. What is he thinking? What does he want?

You hear commotion spread outside, things crashing and even a few gunshots. As you step closer to the door to get a better listen there is a loud bang, as if someone is trying to break in.

Absolutely terrified, you step back, frantic eyes looking around the small space for a weapon.

If you knew the night would end up like this you would have brought a fucking gun with you.

Speaking of guns, a gunshot echoes through the air, making you duck your head as you scream. Another gunshot rings through the air and you realise whoever is on the other side is trying to come inside.

You can only pray it is not your fucking cousin, who is a maniac, apparently.

A broad, mean looking thug bursts through the door just as it opens and when his eyes land on you, he points his gun at your head. "Do not think of doing anything smart, woman. If you don't want me to blow your face off, you do as I fucking tell you to." Swallowing, you nod, holding your hands up in surrender.

So this is how it goes down, huh.

The man produces a handcuff from his pocket and tosses it towards you. "Put it on your hands! Now!" With shaky hands, you pick it up and just as you are about to fasten it around one of your wrists, there is a gunshot. You are sure you have been shot as you shut your eyes tight but start to think otherwise when seconds pass and you still feel your heartbeat.

Peeking open one eye you see the thug slumped over on the floor, a clean bullet hole on the back of his head. And in the doorframe, stands Seungcheol, a gun in his hand.

Choi Seungcheol.

Wait, what? How?

Your brain is struggling to catch up as you blink again and again to make sure of his presence. Indeed, he stands there, dressed in a black suit and tie, specks of red on his white shirt as he pants heavily.

What on god's green earth—

"Come on, you need to get out!" He yells, stepping inside the room, reaching for your hand and dragging you outside with him.  You cannot get a word out as you let him lead you, absolutely thunderstruck because of his sudden presence.

What the fuck is he doing here? How did he even know what was going on?

You are so baffled that you cannot speak these thoughts out, simply following him as he carefully guides you towards the exit, his gun drawn in alertness. Just as the backyard of the venue comes into view and Seungcheol is about to usher you outside, you hear a voice yelling from the other side of the hall.

It is your cousin's voice. "Let me go you fucking assholes! I am gonna blow that bitch myself! I am gonna tear her up into fucking pieces! How dare she take what is mine! That's slut! I am gonna…" 

Seungcheol almost pushes you to move as you get stuck in a trance of his mean words. "It is okay, Jihoon has him. Come on."

As if you are functioning on autopilot, you let him guide you outside into the open field and underneath a small sitting area where fresh air finally hits you, letting you breathe in a lungful. Seungcheol informs the other security about the update over his comms as you watch him in silence. When he is done, his eyes finally meet yours and in an instant everything that had gone down in the last month flashes through your head, giving you goosebumps. 

There is a moment of silence as you watch him with a blank expression while he looks around uncomfortably. Finally, he decides to break the silence with a chuckle. "I leave you for a few days and this is what happens?" 

His tone is full of amusement. The nerve of this man. You, however, find none of this amusing. It gets your blood boiling as you hear him say the words, your brain finally registering everything and you simply cannot hold yourself back anymore. The next thing you do is strike a clean, sharp slap on his cheek which catches him off guard as he stumbles a few steps back. His eyes widen in shock, his hand moving to cup the cheek which is turning bright red, like your palm.

You poured your heart and soul and all your pent up emotions into that slap so you pray it stings like a bitch.

Your hand does for sure.

"I deserved that-" Seungcheol starts to speak, holding up his hands but the moment he opens his mouth you are on him again as you grab him by the collars, triggered, "How dare you come here, you scum!" You hiss, tugging at the fabric of his collars while a bewildered Seungcheol tries to gently pry you off of him. "How dare you have the audacity to show up after everything you said?"

"_____, you are gonna hurt yourself—"

"You quit! You made it clear that you had no interest in me, Seungcheol! So what gives you the right to come here and save me, huh?" You are seething, emotions so strong you feel like choking and if you were a cartoon character, visible steam would be coming out of your ears.

"_____, please—"

"Who gave you the right to be a hero, huh? What made you come here? Tell me! Talk, you asshole!" You yell, shaking him, tugging on his collars repeatedly as a wild rage takes over you.

You are going to murder him.

"Because I am in love with you!" He yells back, making your grip falter for a second which he uses to quickly free himself, taking a few steps back as you stare wide eyed at him, panting.

When you finally get enough air in your lungs and process his words, really process them, your wry laugh echoes through the cold night air like mockery. "Fuck you, Seungcheol. I have had enough of your bullshit." You spit, pushed to your limits.

God, give me patience.

"I know," he whispers, taking a step closer while you take one back. "I understand what I have done and I do not expect you to forgive me at all. I just need you to know that I fucking love you and I am so fucking sorry. I know I am late but I am here to stay—"

"No you are not," You snap. "Get the hell away from me before I take a gun and fucking shoot you." 

"If that's what will make you happy..." Seungcheol calmly reaches for his gun as you watch him, alarmed. He takes it off of the holster and holds it out towards you. "Shoot me as many times as you want. I deserve it.

This fucking man—

"Guys, can we do this weird foreplay somewhere else," Jihoon yells from behind you as you spin to see him jogging towards you two. "You need to get out of here, _____. He's saying that there are still explosives in this compound."

"What!" You shriek but before you can get another word out, Seungcheol is grabbing your hand and dragging you with him as he starts sprinting. "Keep me updated," he addresses Jihoon who nods, talking into the comm to get a car at the rear entrance for you.

"Let go, you asshole!" You hiss, trying to pry his fingers off your wrist which proves to be a challenge while running full speed in high heels. "God damn it, Seungcheol, I will fall!" And you almost do so, as you misstep and stumble but the man is quick to catch you and before you can even think, he is throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.  "Put me down, you pig!"

"As soon as we get to the car, angel."

Which is quick, thankfully, because the next moment he is putting you down and holding the passenger side door open for you and despite wanting to resist him, you know the wise idea is to leave right now.  As soon as you are inside the car, he shuts the door before running to the other side and before you can even put your seatbelt on, the car is moving.

"Jihoon will be fine, right?" You ask half mindedly as you turn your head back to look at the venue which gets smaller every passing second. "He will be fine," Seungcheol grunts. "The police have been informed as well as the bomb disposal team." "What about my cousin?" Seungcheol remains quiet for a moment, only staring ahead on the road. "Him? He's  alive, unfortunately."

"What do you mean?" You ask warily.

"I shot him. The bullet hit his abdomen. He won't die, don't worry. That depraved asshole doesn't deserve that mercy." You sigh, rubbing your temples as you lean back into your seat. "What the hell was he thinking?"

"He wanted to hurt you, humiliate you, _____. He had plans to hurt you horribly." Seungcheol huffs out a breath, shaking his head and clenching his jaw. "He has gone insane." That is all he provides, making you fall silent for a moment. "When will this stop." You whisper to yourself. "I never considered him to be a threat."

"I should have. You locked up his father and made sure he could never take over the company. He was a huge threat that I failed to notice." He murmurs.

"Don't start, Seungcheol," you snap at him, irritated. "I'm still tempted to shoot you. Your duty was over the moment you handed in the resignation letter and walked out of my life."

"My biggest mistake." He whispers to himself but you hear it. 

Tired, frustrated, scared and angry, you decide not to engage in this conversation further as you look out the window and wonder what is coming next.  Another media storm for sure.  More interrogations, more meetings with your lawyer.  At the same time, however, the edge that you have been feeling for the last week is gone. The fact that your cousin never came up to you or tried to retaliate his father's arrest in any way made you wonder but it never occurred to you that he could turn violent, insane. 

Jun was after all a puppet, who only did things after his father made the way for him his whole life.

Today was a different case, it looks like. Anyhow, it is somewhat of a win for you because you miraculously got out unscathed and the threat has been neutralised. However, you are sure many have been injured and your reputation has taken a severe hit today. The upcoming months will be very hard, harder than before…

The next coherent thought that comes upon you is that you fell asleep. You open your eyes realising that the car has stopped and the time on the dashboard says about thirty minutes have passed. Blinking, you shift in your seat and find Seungcheol, sitting next to you, watching you with a look that is foreign on his face, something close to adoration. Clearing your throat, you remove your seatbelt and sit up straight.

"How long was I asleep?"

"Not long enough. We just got here." He announces as he moves to open his door. "Come on, let's go inside."

Once you are out of the car, you realise Seungcheol has taken you to a five star hotel and seeing the confusion on your face, he explains. "It's safer here. Can't take any more risks tonight."

He casually slips his hand into yours, making you frown and drags you towards the hotel. Your tired body cannot put up much of a fight so you follow him begrudgingly and you are quickly escorted to the penthouse suite thanks to his prior booking.

Upon entering the suite you walk straight to the master bedroom where the king sized bed calls for your tired self as you sit down and take off your heels, throwing them away on the carpet over the floor with a soft thud, exhaling a loud sigh. Seungcheol follows you and remains quiet as you sit in silence at the edge of the bed, too wired, too disoriented to do anything. Normally, after everything that happened with your uncle your decision making skills have significantly sharpened but having Seungcheol near you, his stupid confession ringing in your head is fucking with your brain. And as if that goddamn man can read your mind, he kneels in front of you on the floor, one of his hands softly touching your knees as he utters. "You need to rest, ______. I will handle everything else. It is all under control now, trust me."

"Why do you do this?" You croak, pushed to the limits of exhaustion, your eyes trained somewhere in an unfocused gaze as you fidget with your hands. "Why do you push me away and then come back running at a time like this?"

He is silent for a long time while you fight to keep your tears at bay.

You will not cry in front of him.

"I am sorry." He only whispers, his fingers softly stroking your knee as his head lowers and his gaze falls down on the floor. "I was foolish and...scared. That night after we slept together you…you said out loud you loved me and I panicked. I was— I am a danger to you. But being away from you for a week was a pain unlike anything else. I went back to that cabin and I slept in your bed and the sheets had the faintest of your smell. Weirdly, your scent and everything you left behind soothed me and I didn't have any nightmares in the past week. But every morning I woke up and there was a sinking feeling in my stomach that only grew each day until I couldn't bear it. I realised that you really were an angel who saved me, brought lightness back into my life, and gave me a new purpose, a new dream. I realised what an idiot I was and I came to the city on Wednesday night. Believe me when I tell you that my intention was to just stay away and make sure you are okay. I knew what I had done and I was in no way worthy of showing up in front of you but I had to intervene tonight, _____. Your life was in danger."

The air conditioner in your room suddenly feels chillier as goosebumps prickle your skin, making you shiver. Seungcheol takes notice of it and stands up quickly to take off his jacket before draping it over your shoulders. He stands in front of you in silence, fingers hovering over your now covered shoulders while you stare at his shoes, your head going blank but also running a mile a minute. The frustration and overwhelmingness bleed together until you can't tell one emotion separate from another.

All of a sudden, Seungcheol's thumbs caress your cheeks while the rest of his fingers softly cup your jaw and it is only then that you realise you have been silently crying. He oh so gently wipes your cheek dry while uttering, "Please don't cry. I know I hurt you. I promise I will leave as soon as I make sure you are going to be okay." Instantly, a part inside your brain is flooded with panic as it screams no. You don't want him to leave when you remember how hard the past week was on you and how many times a day you would revisit that night in the cabin, the moment you two shared and how it proved to be the anchor for you throughout everything that happened after.

You were— are mad at him but you still want him near, crazy is it not?

You keep thinking of how safe you felt the moment Seungcheol found you in tonight's chaos, how just his presence made you fall asleep so easily when for the last week you could not fall asleep without the fear of nightmares.

Yes, they have returned. But you don't see the accident anymore, you see your uncle chasing you around the cabin while you call for Seungcheol but he doesn't come, no matter how much you beg.

And after tonight, you wonder what more nightmares await you. So when you utter the one, very powerful word, you tell yourself that you are doing this for yourself, to be selfish and not for him, which is not a lie entirely. 

"No."

Your left hand reaches to grab the fabric of his shirt and you fist it tightly in your hand. "Don't leave."  You don't dare to look at him, scared you will break once you do and instead focus your gaze on the patterns of the carpet while holding onto his shirt. The next moment Seungcheol is sitting next to you and in the moment after he gently wraps his arms around you, your head falling perfectly against his shoulder while your arms snake around his waist after a moment's hesitation. 

His warm touch soothes your back as his other hand cups the back of your head, softly stroking it with his thumb. A small whimper comes from your mouth as quiet sobs escape from you and you hide your face and weep, trying to stifle the sounds.

"I am so sorry, _____. I am sorry for everything." Seungcheol whispers, voice thick with emotion. "I will make everything better, I promise. I will stay as long as you need me and then… " There is a moment of heavy pause. "When you don't, I will follow you around like a lost puppy for the rest of my life." Thinking about the rest of your life and not having Seungcheol in it makes you sob harder and if you had energy you would scream at him and tell him to just shut up. Instead, you cry, cry your heart out, promising yourself that from tomorrow you won't. 

Tomorrow another battle begins. 

As the night grows deeper, Seungcheol holds you tighter and your sobs gradually fade and before you know it you fall asleep on his shoulder. Seungcheol stays still for a while longer to make sure you don't wake up before gently picking up your sleeping form and setting you down on the bed, fixing the pillow underneath your head and covering you with a blanket. Despite his desire to crawl into bed and sleep next to you, he resists it and instead takes the loveseat in front of the window, where he sits and watches your peacefully sleeping form, before falling asleep himself with a heart full of gratitude.

— You watch the steam from the mug evaporate into the air before taking a small sip. The tea is slightly bitter and hot, just as you need it.

After waking up and taking a quick shower, here you sit, by the window of your penthouse suite, sipping tea, treating yourself to a quiet peaceful moment before your hectic day, which you are frankly not prepared for, begins. 

You woke up to an empty suite, with no sign of Seungcheol and it almost made you wonder if last night was an entire elaborate dream. But then you found his tie lying on the loveseat which acted as a reassurance of his presence, weirdly bringing solace to you. 

After waking up, you realised your phone's battery is dead, which became another source of peace for you, because you know otherwise, it would have been blowing up with calls and you wouldn't have gotten the good night's sleep that you got. 

There's a sudden sound of the door opening that alerts you, making you crane your neck to see the visitor. Seungcheol walks in, dressed completely differently from last night, looking delicious in a light blue polo and white pants. On his hands are two shopping bags and behind him is a hotel staff member who pushes in a huge breakfast trolley. "Good morning, _____." Seungcheol meets your eye as he sets down the shopping bags on the edge of the bed and thanks the staff as he takes his leave.  You watch Seungcheol take off the lids covering the food while speaking, "Breakfast is here. I have asked for a bit of everything you like. And I have got new clothes and some necessities for you. They are in the bag," He points to the general direction as he starts stacking pancakes on a plate for you. You are quite surprised and flattered and you cannot come up with anything else to say but, "Thank you."

For some weird reason, you feel shy and awkward around him as if you are a newborn fawn. Maybe it is because none of you are addressing the elephant in the room; last night's conversation and instead acting like you have known each other for years. "It's my pleasure," he smiles at you, a genuine smile that shows his dimples and makes your heart gallop like a horse. Handing you the plate, he takes a comfortable seat in the chair in front of you and watches you dig in, a look you can only describe as fondness sitting on his face. Feeling shy, you cover your mouth as you chew. "Stop looking at me." 

"You look a bit tired. Did you not sleep well?" He asks suddenly.  "I had a good sleep, thank you." You inform, surprised how he noticed.  You have been feeling a little sick after you woke up despite having a very good night's rest. A headache has been creeping up on your temples but you are trying hard to ignore it because this is not the time to get sick.

You have a long day ahead of you.

Making you jerk, Seungcheol places his palm on your forehead out of the blue as he checks your temperature and an unpleasant look settles on his face. "You are getting a fever." "No, I'm not." You direct your focus on cutting your pancakes, using too much pressure. Ignoring you, the man dials a number on his phone and asks for some cold medicine to be brought to the hotel room to whoever is on the other side. "I just told you, I am fine." You frown, annoyed. He hangs up and stares at you as if you are speaking a different language. "You are not. You need to take the medicine and get some rest."

"Now is not the time for me to sleep! Do not play doctor!" You snap, setting the plate down with a loud bang as you clutch the fork and knife tightly in your hand. Seungcheol does not react to your outburst but simply changes position as he comes to sit next to you.

"Your cousin is in custody. I talked with your lawyer this morning, he is preparing everything well. There is no way he is getting off. Jihoon and his men already testified to the police so you do not have to meet with them unless you want to add something. If you do, I will arrange a phone call with the station. The legal department is working on a statement and it will be released today in a press conference. The CFO will read it out." He informs, casually. 

"You are sick, _____. And it's okay .You went through a lot. It is okay if you take a break today. No one is asking you to go out there and face the demons. You need to rest. Your body is asking for it." 

His voice softens as one of his hands comes to rest on your thigh gently. The assurance in his voice paired with the tenderness in his eyes makes you swallow a lump in your throat and blink back tears. "Still..."

"Finish your breakfast." He says as he reaches for the plate while taking the fork and knife out of your hand and cutting it into bite sized pieces. "And you should probably call your brother today, by the way. The news of last night's events will reach him sooner or later and I think it would be best if he heard it from you."

You nod, feeling sad. Chan just left for a vacation one week ago. When he hears about this, he will definitely catch the next flight home.

"If you do not want to call him, I can do it for you." Seungcheol offers as he finishes his task and hands the plate and cutlery back to you.

"No, I will do it." You murmur and silently go back to eating. Seungcheol watches you in silence for the rest of the meal and after you are done, the staff returns to clean up and drops your medicines. You take them and then sit in your bed idly, watching the city skyline through your window, trying not to overthink anything. You can hear Seungcheol talk over the phone in the other room before he steps back into the master bedroom to check up on you.

"If you feel too sick, let me know. I will take you to the hospital." 

You softly nod and turn your head to look at him. He appears worried, his eyes glazed with concern, his brows forming a knot as if he's trying to read you. After a moment, you silently motion him to come sit by you on the bed which he diligently follows. 

His hands reach out to hold yours, his thumb gently stroking your skin as he gazes into your eyes, leaning closer to you, his eyes searching for something in yours. His bangs fall forward, cupping his temples and you itch to brush them away.  "Tell me what you are thinking." He whispers.

"You have pretty hair." You reply honestly and he chuckles, shaking his head before his face becomes serious.  "I missed you." His voice is low, almost inaudible as his gaze falls down to your linked hands, as if he is ashamed to meet your eyes when saying that. "I missed you too." You reply honestly, once again. Seungcheol seems surprised to hear that and you cannot help but roll your eyes.

"Oh please, Choi Seungcheol. Don't act like you had no idea." Your head rests against the headboard as you make yourself comfortable and scowl at him. "You knew very well how much effect you had on me and you knew damn well how much I loved you."

"Loved me?"

"Okay, love you—"

"Wait, no— you...love me? Really? You didn't say it that night in the heat of the moment?" You only realise then how you just casually spat it out, again, and immediately, heat blooms on your face. You avoid his gaze, snatching your hands from his grip while he looks absolutely stunned.

"Whatever." You mutter, scooting down on the bed, reaching to grab the sheets and hide yourself in them but Seungcheol stops you as he cages you between his arms, his face hovering dangerously close to yours, his perfume and aftershave blending into an addictive scent that makes your brain hazy with need.

Control yourself, woman! "Answer me. You love me?" "Ugh, you heard me the first time," you groan, trying to twist away from him but he stops you by cupping your chin and making you face him. 

"Wanna know something?" He whispers, inching his face closer.

"What?" You are breathless.

"I love you too, ____." He replies, his lips ghosting over yours. You anticipate a kiss but he doesn't, instead tucks your hair behind your ear as he whispers in your ear. "I am so deeply, madly in love with you it is embarrassing."

The words are music to your ears and your insides swoon as you close your eyes and relish them, pressing your lips tight to prevent yourself from breaking into a maniacal grin. Seungcheol shifts his weight back and rests himself on his one palm as his other hand softly cups your face. "And I am sorry, once again, for what I did to you."

"Good but I am still mad." You try your best to appear stern.

"I know." His expression is solemn. "I plan on making it up to you until my dying breath."

When did he become so romantic?

"You may start by cuddling me," you whisper, almost shy, carefully watching his reaction. He immediately proceeds to get under the sheets with you and carefully engulfs you into his large arms, your face resting against his solid chest as his hand strokes your hair soothingly. Your arms move to snake around his waist as you feel yourself relax, his arms feeling like the safest, most comfortable place in the entire universe and you never, ever want to leave.

"I love you, Seungcheol." Your voice is muffled against his chest.

"I love you more, angel. So much more."

1 month later 

The view around the cabin is just as pretty as you remember it. The setting sun of dusk casts it in a beautiful glow which you stop and stand to admire. 

Beside you, Seungcheol finishes parking the jeep and unloads the overnight bags from the trunk. 

"What are you looking at?" He asks when he comes to stand next to you, fishing for keys from his pocket in one hand.

"It's very beautiful." You murmur, eyes glancing over the view before settling down on the man next to you. He is dressed in a grey t-shirt, his blond hair looking as gorgeous as ever, if not more in the golden hour and you know, he is undoubtedly the epitome of beauty. 

Seungcheol meets your stare with equal sincerity as he reaches to hold your hand, whispering. "Yes, it is." You know he is talking about you.

A light, gleeful laugh escapes your lips as you playfully push him with your shoulder. He grins and drags you with him inside the cabin.

It is hard to believe that this place was a crime scene about a month ago. Seungcheol did some thorough renovations and now the place looks more beautiful, cozier than ever.

As much as your heart wishes to stay in this little piece of green heaven forever, this is a small weekend getaway that Seungcheol organised and initiated by picking you up early from work today. You did not complain because the past few weeks were tough.

Getting your company back together after the fundraiser's incident and making sure you are still in the market is taking a lot of well thought plans and manpower and instructions. You have help, of course, from Chan who immediately rushed home from his vacation when he heard about Jun's attack on you. Seungcheol also has been helping you a lot, though you officially denied him the position of your bodyguard. 

He then started working as a security consultant at his friend's company and has been assisting you however he could throughout the past month. He also started therapy again and so far his progress is remarkable. He is a lot less self sabotaging and he has not had a nightmare ever since you got back together, much like you. Not to mention he has been working extra hard to make it up to you, always catering to your every little need and never asking for anything in return or initiating anything, even though you have noticed multiple times how his eyes trail you around hungrily. 

So far, you have only rewarded him with kisses because it was too much fun to watch him silently suffer.  However, you plan to change that this weekend.

"Let's watch the sunset together," you propose as Seungcheol drops your bags in the bedroom. He agrees and you two walk back outside to the patio, hands linked where you stand and gaze at the setting sun. Seungcheol's arms wrap around you protectively from behind and his chin comes to rest on your shoulder.

"We need to get groceries." He murmurs absentmindedly as he presses a soft kiss on your neck that makes you sigh in pleasure. You hum, offering that you could just order takeout. As the sun dips beneath the horizon, Seungcheol takes occasional peeks at your face, admiring the mesmerised look in your eyes. His heart beats loudly, wild in love as he imagines the rest of his life with you and how it would be to watch you watch the sunset.

Delightful. Like the delightful secret he is hiding. A huge secret that has been burning holes in his pocket for a month.  After the night of the attack, the next morning when he went to shop for your clothes at the mall, a ring caught his eye in a jewellery store and he purchased it right there, intent on putting it on your finger someday.

He has been carrying it ever since, waiting for the perfect moment to get down on one knee.  Maybe this weekend will carry that moment, maybe not.

Either way, it is fine. He is not in a rush. He knows he will get down on one knee when he deems himself worthy enough of you. Though, logically it might never happen because no one is worthy of a person as beautiful, as amazing as you. But he will work very hard to be worthy of you, now and every day that he has on this planet. Seungcheol smiles to himself, agreeing that he's a very lucky bastard. "Cheol?" You call him by his nickname, breaking his train of thought. "Hm?" "I love you." You whisper. His next words are the sweetest serenade. "I love you more, angel."

A/N: If you have made it this far, congratulations and a huge thank you for taking the time to read this mammoth of a fic! I genuinely put my blood, sweat and tears into this and believe me when I tell you that my wrists hurt like hell. Still, I am glad I could share this with the world and I'm very proud of myself for successfully putting the conjectural idea from my head to the paper. It took a lot of time to come up with the idea, finalize it and stitch the pieces together so please leave a review and reblog! Your thoughts and comments really make my day. Wishing you a happy October! As a side note, I am swearing off of writing fics over 20k words. When I tell you that this app whopped my ass while posting this! My god! I was seriously considering breaking it into two parts. If you are reading this now that means I have hopefully posted it without trouble. Anyway, toodles!

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