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Ace of Spades

Pairing: Criminal!Seonghwa x PoliceCaptain!Reader

Summary: Kim Jiwoo, a rookie Police Captain, is handed a case about “Ace of Spades”. Park Seonghwa. He’s a wanted criminal in the whole country and now it's Jiwoo's task to bring him in, but it doesn't go as planned. Instead she realizes how ridicolously good looking the dangerous man is. And she can't see how one man could possibly be that dangerous, or terrifying.

cw/tw: Guns, violence, harsh language, sexual jokes, might be more

Not proof read

- Ace of Spades: It is a symbol of power, authority and also death

As Jiwoo pulled up to the town square and spotted the man. He was clad in a black suit accented with gold details. He almost looked like a pirate, except the clown make up and the mad-man smile on his red lips.

Jiwoo got out of the car, sighing to herself as the other cop cars had left before they could even reach the town square. ''Greatest police force in the country they said''

She was mumbling to himself abou her force bing wusses as she approached the man with caution in her steps. She was sure he knew she was there.

He did.

Seonghwa cracked his neck loudly before he turned towards the woman. His mad smile grew even wider as he spotted her. ''Kim Jiwoo! I've heard a lot about you!''

''Only bad I hope'' She mumbled.

''Of course! I'm Park Seonghwa! Or you might know me as the "Ace of Spades". I shall greet you welcome to the force!''

Jiwoo chuckled to herself. At this exact moment the man seemed quite harmless. ''So you're the man the whole country fear? The one who scared of my entire force? I really can't see how a single man could be thar terrifying''

The man kept the psychotic smirk as a deep chuckle left his lips. ''Well, dollface, you'd be surprised what a single man could accomplish with the right motivation''

''Well, might not use the word pleasure, but it is an honor to meet the legendary "Ace of Spades", the one who makes my life a living hell through my superior officer. Now, what have you been up to?''

Seonghwa was intrigued by the woman. He'd never seen someone this confident around him.

He approached the girl and grabbed her jaw in a firm grip. He tilted her head from side to side as if he was inspecting her face. As if she was a porcelain doll covered in a speck of dust.

''Well aren't you a brave one?'' Seonghwa asked out loud as he was done with his inspection.

Jiwoo didn't reply. She didn't know how to reply to that statement. She felt like no matter how she replied she'd piss of the man.

Seonghwa wasn't really expecting an answer. He was mostly talking to himself. Something he did often. Well, mostly the voices in his head, not exactly himself.

''You are absolutely fucking gorgeous, have anyone ever told you that?'' He asked her as he ran his thumb across her cheekbone

''A few disturbing men, why?''

''Well, you should have someone in your life who always tells you how gorgeous you are, especially with a body like that'' He leaned even closer, eyeing her up and down.

Jiwoo was almost convinced he was gonna kiss her right there, at the town square in front of all the scared civlians.

She was surprised when he didn't. Instead he poked his tongue out and licked her face. Out of relfex, which most people would proabbly deem normal, she slapped the man with all the power she had.

''Goddamn'' Seonghwa hissed as he pulled back from the woman. She knew how to slap. ''You are one ballsy woman!''

Jiwoo continued staring into the man's eyes. ''If you let my face go now, and you walk away, I'm not gonna take you in in cuffs''

''And what if I like handcuffs?'' Seonghwa continued smirking. He knew he was kinky, but he wanted it to come out like that.

Jiwoo had come to the conclusion that, if he liked it, he wouldn't mind, and if he didn't like it, he would've walked away. Which is how Seonghwa found himsel sitting in a place he'd never been seated before. The backseat of a cop car with his hands folded neatly in his lap. He'd only driven them before, after stealing them that is.

As they reached the station she pulled him inside, without much struggle, she earned more than look as she led the the country's most wanted criminal into the station.

''Hey!'' Seonghwa snapped. He raised his hand and pointed a knife at each and single one of them. He had gotten out of his cuffs the moment Jiwoo put him in the car. ''If you don't stop staring, I might have to cut up all of you! Wouldn't like to look like the joker, would ya?''

He approached one of them, Wooyoung, and grabbed his jaw in a firm grip. He held the knife close to the right corner of the poor officer's mouth.

Wooyoung, who was known for being a bold man and always talking back, sat frozen in his chair. Jiwoo wasn't even sure he was breathing.

Jiwoo let out a sigh. ''Seonghwa, you're in a police station, the second you hurt someone they can, by law, fire their weapons at you''

Seonghwa's grip on Wooyung's jaw only tightened, but the knife dropped to the floor. ''Fine, but if you repeat this, I promsie you, something will happen''

Jiwoo grabbed his arm and dragged them towards their holding cells. As she shoved him inside the cell, the other perps were quick to press up against the wall in terror.

Seonghwa sat down in the middle of the room, on the floor, and took out a pen. As he took out the pen the perps pressed even harder against the wall.

He was enjoying the terror he put in other people.

''If your plan is to kill someone with that pen, please give it to me now''

''Look, I'm not planning on it, but even if I was planning it, do you really think I'd tell you?''

''Whatever, do you want a paper?''

Seonghwa nodded and smiled, this time not one of his psychotic, demon smiles, but a softer one.

The woman couldn't believe how a man could have such duality. One moment he's threatening to cut you up like the joker, and the other moment he's sitting on the floor, doodling away like a three year old.

As Jiwoo sat back down by her desk Wooyoung approached his superior officer. ''Look, don't get me wrong Jiwoo, respect for getting Seonghwa, but don't you think it's a bit weird he stayed even though he wasn't cuffed. He must have something planned''

''I know, but let's give him the benefit of a doubt. Or just shove the other perps into the hearing rooms if you think he's gonna kill them. They're too dumb to escape, but I don't trust Seonghwa in there as he could escape. Hell, he could escape now as well, despite eight armed officers watching over him''

Wooyoung nodded. ''I guess...'' He sat back down by his desk and threw his legs up on it.

Jiwoo kept her eyes on the holding cell, where Seonghwa was still sitting peacefully, drawing on his paper and twirling the pen between his fingers every now and then.

''How is he the most feared man in Korea?''

48 hours passed, which meant they couldn't hold the man longer without proof or a hearing. And they had no solid proof. All they had were his tag "Ace of Spades" and he would never admit to that on tape.

''Come on Seonghwa, either you help us out here, or you've gotta leave. We have to fill the cell with other perps and they're all terrified of you'' She motioned to the other perps who'd been pressed up against the wall for the past two days.

''What do I have to do for you to give me something? Please~ give me anything!'' Jiwoo whined. She'd given up on her cool after the first 36 hours.

''Make out with me'' He stated simply, not lifting his gaze from his doodling paper.

Jiwoo couldn't believe she was even considering the offer. Making out with the most wanted man for something he might not even tell her afterwards? ''No! Nuh-uh''

''You hesitated, Princess''

And so the days kept passing and Seonghwa would not budge. They had to get creative about where they put the perps.

Some were shoved into the hearing rooms, which didn't work out in the long run since they needed those for... well hearings.

Some were simply cuffed to nearest surface and the guys hoped they wouldn't escape.

Jiwoo was getting tired of having to come up with different ideas of where to keep the perps, so she took it upon herself to throw the man out so their holding cell could be used.

She walked into the holding cell. ''Guys, take the other perps and store them... somewhere. I just need 10 minutes''

Hongjoong nodded and stood up, as well as the rest of the men, and walked over to the cell to escort the perps into different hearing roooms, with each other.

As Jiwoo entered the holding cell she closed and locked it behind her. She sat down opposite of Seonghwa.

''Can you either help us, or just... leave?''

''But if I leave I can't see your pretty face everyday, Princess'' He finally lifted his gaze from his painting.

Jiwoo took a peek at it. Her eyes widened. It was a picture of herself and Seonghwa... doing unthinkable things. ''You've got some talent, but eh... why in the world am I on the picture?''

''You're hot'' Seonghwa replied without stuttering.

Then again, he was probably used to saying anything he wanted and no one batted an eye.

''You're crazy'' Jiwoo mumbled quietly to herself.

The man's head snapped up in almost inhumane pace. ''Crazy you say?'' The psychotic smile was back on his lips. ''Say, I've been called lots of things, but crazy isn't one of them'' He stood up and started pacing as well as insepcting the cell. ''See I'm a bit hurt you call me crazy, Princess. I was starting to like you''

''I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, but to be fair, you're wanted for basically everything you can be wanted for''

Seonghwa chuckled. ''Fine, I'll leave, but we'll meet again soon. I can promise you that''

''I doubt it''

Jiwoo was walking home after a long shift. The clock was two in the morning and it was pitch black outside. The sun would be up in a few hours, due to summer time. The only light she was given came from the street lights, which were almost ten meters apart.

She was thanking the weather for being on the warmer side since she was clad in a crop-top and a pair of jeanshorts.

An attire that had made her whole department laugh since she'd never showed up in such clothing. Or to quote Wooyoung "I didn't know you had the ability to look like a female human being"

She wasn't worried. She had her gun on her, and she'd never been scared of the dark. But something was irking her. She didn't like it one bit.

What Seonghwa said to her a month ago, actually got to her.

She wasn't necessarily scared of the man. He had never given her a reason to be scared of him. Well, depends on how you wanna interpreter the whole thing, he had given her several reasons to terrify him, but she always wanted to give people a second chanve, and believe in the good in people.

But she was worried about what he could accomplish, since she had after all heard stories about him.

She stopped as she spotted a silhouette standing under the next lamp.

''The chances of it being Seonghwa is small'' She mumbled to herself.

She didn't know if she wanted to reassure herself or if she was just praying that it wasn't him.

Since the light came from above she couldn't see his face, or any form of detail that could reveal the person's identity.

As she got closer the silhouette started chuckling. Jiwoo cursed herself. She recongized his chuckle.

''Well Princess, didn't I promise we were gonna meet again?'' He stood up straight and walked the last few feet, since Jiwoo was frozen in shock. ''Aren't you happy to see me, Princess?'' He gently grabbed her jaw and tilted it upwards.

''I- uhm... no?'' Jiwoo felt intrigued by him.

''Lie. You know what we do with liars?'' Seonghwa's smirk grew. ''We punish them'' Seonghwa grabbed her arm and pulled her towards a car. ''Scream and someone innocent dies''

Jiwoo cursed herself in her head but allowed the man to pull her towards a random car, which he decided was now his.

What she said previously was out the window. She was starting to grow scared of the man. He was unpredicatble.

Seonghwa stomped on the gas and drove towards his mansion. Yes, mansion.

''We've got an hour to kill, ask me anything. I know you're curious''

''Well... cheesy, but your origin story? Why?''

''Well, I think you know my family. My father Park Baekhyon, asshole for that matter. He's most of the reason. Abusive, alcoholic, manipulative, did as wished because he was rich''

Jiwoo racked in her head for the name Park Baekhyon. She slowly realized who he was. ''You killed your own parents''

''I did. I'm not proud of it. But-''

''How could you kill your own father?'' Jiwoo exclaimed.

''You didn't know him as I did!'' Seonghwa shouted and gripped the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles were turning white. Jiwoo thought he was break it. ''He would rape young boys! He would bring home my friends and he would lure them into his study. Something happened behind those doors and then I would never see my friends again! I only know because he got drunk one evening and bragged about it! And when those boys couldn't satisfy his needs he turned to mom and me!''

Jiwoo's eyes softened. No, it didn't justify the face that he was a murderer or the fact that he murdered his own parents, but him being messed up might have something to do with his messed up childhood.

''I would call the police, but as everyone adored my father and knew nothing about what happened behind closed doors, they would dismiss it as some rich kid around abusing his power, or just just asking for attention! No one ever believed me when I said I was in trouble!''

The car fell silent. The rest of the hour long drive was quiet. Jiwoo was processing everything Seonghwa had told her and Seonghwa was slowly regretting that he told the girl his whole lifestory.

As they reached Seonghwa's mansion Jiwoo's jaw fell open. ''Goddamn''

''Close that pretty mouth of yours'' He tapped her chin and led her inside.

''Look, your sad childhood is, most likely, the root of your hell-like life, and it oesn't excuse your behvaiour, but I get it. No one ever showed you love''

Seonghwa stopped walking and turned around. ''I don't like how you read me like an open book. If you're trying to tell me I've got daddy issues, fuck you. But you're right, no one ever showed me any love and I've been just fine without it! I don't need you, Ms. Police Captain to come around and act all sweet and pretend to give me the love you decided I need''

The woman sighed to herself. She was gonna regret everything she was about to do.

She walked up to the tall man and wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head on his chest. She thought that despite his cold and rough aura, he needed some love.

Everyone needs love, but especially those who've never received it.

The man froze. He was confused. ''W-w-what are you doing?'' All his hard work at building up walls around himself faltered in a second. This woman did what no one else had ever accomplished.

And he hated it!

''I'm hugging you''

''Why? I don't deserve that- I don't-''

''Everyone deserves love. Everyone needs love. Even the most cold hearted people in the world needs love'' She mumbled and kept her arms wrapped around the man.

Seonghwa didn't move from his frozen state. He had never gottan a hug from anyone. Hell, he'd never even gotten a slap on the back, or heard anyone tell him he did a good job.

As Jiwoo pulled away she smiled. ''Everyone-'' Before Jiwoo could start talking Seonghwa had stormed off into a random room.

He had never showed his feelings, he never had to, so now that the woman managed to get his feelings to spill out, he didn't know what to do.

Jiwoo sighed and started walking through the hallways to find the man.

''Why does one lonely man need 200 bedrooms?'' Jiwoo asked herself as she opened another door.

''Empty''

She opened the last door in the hallway, which was a double door. As she threw the doors opened she was met with the man she was looking for.

He was sitting on the floor, something Jiwoo realized was a habit of his, with a big knife in his hand. He was twirling it between his fingers, occasionally throwing it up in the air and catching it.

As Jiwoo opened the door, said knife came flying towards her head. It stuck to the door, less than an inch from her face, but despite the closeness she didn't flinch.

She simply removed the knife and took a closer look at it. ''Nice knife'' She threw it back to Seonghwa. She walked over to the man and sat down in front of him. ''Look, I know you’re not used to… emotions. So I’m sorry that I just… emotion-vomited on you''

Seonghwa didn’t say anything. He simply raised his gaze and deadpanned the woman.

''I can be your therapist! Tell me all your problems''

Jiwoo knew it was weird for a police officer to be nice to a criminal, it was weird for her to even be this nice to a criminal. But she felt like he needed it.

Seonghwa swiftly raised his knife to Jiwoo’s throat and his gaze was ice cold. ''I don’t care if your job is to make me a better a person, I don’t care if your intention is to make me less of a criminal, or however you want to word it, I won’t tell you shit. Are you gonna get a promotion if you do this?''

Once again she didn’t flinch. She gently laid her hand on Seonghwa’s and lowered it. She carefully took the knife from his hands, all while keeping eye contact with the man.

Seonghwa’s gaze softened as he realized she wasn’t scared of him. She wasn’t gonna let this go anytime soon. No one had ever put in this much effort for anything that was about him.

Jiwoo grabbed his other hand and just held his cold hands in her warm ones.

''Look, I know you’ve never heard this before, and I know it’s weird especially when it’s coming from a Police Captain, but I’m here if you need something''

The man didn’t know what to do.

His heart was thumping loudly in his ears. Her hands holding his gave him a tingling sensation. Her sweet, gentle smile made him wanna smile.

''Why is my heart thumping so hard? And fast? And why does my skin tingle whenever you touch me? And why do I wanna smile when you smile?'' Seonghwa rambled his questions out loud.

Jiwoo chuckled at his ramble. How would such a notorious criminal be so adorable.

''Your heart is thumping hard and fast because you’re excited, or when you’re in love. Your skin is either tingling because you’re in love with me or because your allergic to me, and smiles are infectious''

Seonghwa’s eyes widened as he came to a realization. He was in love with the woman in front of him.

''I’m kidding. I have no idea why all that is happening to you'' Jiwoo smiled.

Deposited the woman joking, he was quite sure he was in love with her.

''I think I like you… more than I’d like to admit''

The woman froze. He couldn’t. It was like a poor version of Romeo and Juliette.

''Well, I don’t know if I can say the same right at this moment-''

''I knew it! No one could ever love me! You lied to me!''

Seonghwa swiftly pulled out a gun and pressed it to Jiwoo’s forehead.

The cold metal pressing against her forehead would turn anyone into a frantic mess, but Jiwoo was surprisingly calm. She trusted him.

Which could be stupid, but she listened to her gut feeling.

It almost annoyed Seonghwa that he couldn’t terrify her. He always put fear in people without even trying! He could walk down the street to get a cup of coffee and people would disappear faster than one could count to three.

But why wasn’t this woman scared of him?

She was more scared of his feelings than she was of a gun, pressed against her forehead by the most notorious criminal Korea’d ever seen.

And why couldn’t he hurt her? He’d never had a problem with killing, torturing, kidnapping and so on.

But this woman, something about this woman made him wanna remove all the evil in the world. He could never hurt her! He wanted to protect her from anything that could possibly be evil.

''I- I- I can’t do it! Why can’t I kill you? I’ve never had a problem with it before! What makes you special? You make me wanna quit the criminal life! You make me wanna remove all the evil in the world! I wanna protect you from anything that could possibly hurt you'' He threw the gun across the room in rage.

Jiwoo smiled. ''You are in love with me, Park Seonghwa. Whether you like it or not ''

''I don’t like it! You don’t like me back!'' Seonghwa exclaimed. He almost looked like a three year old throwing a temper tantrum.

''Look, it might be because I've only just met you, or the fact that you're wanted for basically every single thing you can be wanted for, but if I get to know you, the feelings might change'' She held his, cold, hands in her warm ones.

Jiwoo grabbed his arms and pulled at them. ''Come on, I saw a giant TV in one of your millions of rooms, you've gotta have some kind of games. Let's play''

''For a police Officer your aim is really shitty'' Seonghwa chuckled as he won another match.

''It's a lot easier in real life'' Jiwoo mumbled and threw the controller on the couch. She threw it hard enough for it to bounce, and smack Seonghwa in the face. ''Oh my god, I am so sorry!''

Seonghwa glared at the woman. ''How dare you?''

Jiwoo tried her best to not laugh as Seonghwa glared at her. She couldn't really take him seriously. Why? She had no idea, he was terrifying when he glared at someone.

He grabbed her by the waist and pinned her down to the couch.

''I said I'm sorry'' Jiwoo mumbled as the mood changed within a second. ''What more do you want? Kiss it better? Where does it hurt?'' Jiwoo cooed in a judging way.

''I mean, that would be rather nice, wouldn't it?'' He leaned closer to her with a small smirk on his lips. ''My lips hurt, kiss them better?''

The woman didn't know what came over her, but she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his. Seonghwa smirked as her lips pressed against his.

As they deepened the kiss Seonghwa removed one of his hands to place it on Jiwoo's cheek, but instead he managed to fall off the couch with a small "Ouff"

Jiwoo sat up and looked down at the boy. She chuckled slightly before he grabbed her and pulled him down on top of him. A small "Ouff" left them both again. Jiwoo chuckled as she straddled his waist.

Seonghwa looked at her with adoring eyes. His hands laid on her thighs, on which his thumbs drew small circles. The woman didn't know what to do as he stared at her. She blushed and lowered her gaze, causing him to chuckle.

''Cute'' He mumbled before he allowed his hands to travel up her thighs, past her waist and under the hem of her shirt. Goosebumps grew on her skin as his fingertips did as they wished.

''What is your next plan?'' Jiwoo raised an eyebrow as she looked down at the man. She tried to not blush as he stared at her.

''As I said, you'd be surprised what a single man could accomplish with the right motivation'' He winked and sat up, face less than an inch from hers.

''What's your motivation right now?''

''You''

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Seonghwa and #69, pretty please.

Seonghwa + Suggestive

(You're not as quiet as you think you are.)

The warm water beats down your back as you rest your forehead against the shower wall. You steady your racing heart and try to even out your breathing while the water cascades down your body. Do you feel ashamed? Partly, because you physically couldn't stop yourself and it irritated you. Mostly, you felt awkward about the entire situation. 

Yes, you just masturbated while thinking about your friend, but that isn't the embarrassing part. No, the embarrassing part is that he's literally just outside of the bathroom you did it in, and now you have to go out there and face him. Talk about a reality check. 

With a sigh, you turn off the water and step out of the shower. You grab one of the hotel towels and begin drying yourself off. All you can think about is having to open the door and see Seonghwa on the bed adjacent to yours. A small flicker of hope lights in your chest when you consider that he and the rest of the group could've gone downstairs to the restaurant, but it's quickly extinguished when you hear Seonghwa's soft voice talking to someone.

Quickly getting dressed, you pick up after yourself and exit the bathroom. You find Seonghwa leaning against the headboard of his bed with his phone cradled against his ear. 

"Yeah, we're just going to call it a night and go to bed early," his dark eyes are locked on yours as he speaks.

You furrow your brows once his words process in your brain and you glance at the clock on the nightstand. It's barely seven pm. Why would you be going to sleep? Not to mention, neither of you has had dinner yet.

"All of that traveling today must've worn us out." His words cause you to look back at him in surprise. It took you three hours tops to get here today. What is he saying? 

He hangs up the phone and his eyes languidly trail up and down your body. You continue to stand your ground and wonder why on earth he's acting so strange, and why is he staring at you like that.

"Why did you tell them we were staying in for the night?"

"Because we are."

You open and close your mouth as you try to figure out when Seonghwa decided he could speak for you. "We haven't even eaten yet?"

"Oh, I plan on changing that. Don't worry."

Confused, you ask, "So, are we going somewhere else then?"

He shakes his head. "No."

"Seonghwa, what the hell is going on?" You finally ask in frustration. 

He swings his legs off the side of the bed and stands up. "You know something funny? Earlier, I heard Wooyoung and Yeosang talking in their room about something."

"Okay?" You try to follow his logic but fail. "And?"

"And you would be amazed at how thin these walls are."

Your entire body stills and you meet Seonghwa's gaze head-on. He's not… he's not implying what you think he's implying, right?

When he takes a step toward you, you inadvertently take a step back. The process repeats itself until you're backed against the dresser and Seonghwa has somehow stalked his way over to you.

"You're not as quiet as you think you are," Seonghwa's low voice reaches your ears. "Do you know how agonizing it was to sit on that bed and listen to you attempt to stifle your moans in the shower? It took everything I had to not march in there and finish you off myself."

"Why didn't you?" You boldly whisper.

His gaze darkens. "I didn't know who you were thinking about until you came out and looked at me. Your eyes told me everything I needed to know."

"Then, do something about it."

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[cosmicdumpling]

for as long as the sun rises » park seonghwa

SYNOPSIS: Year after year, you and Seonghwa come back to the place where you first met each other. Today happens to be that time of the year, and Seonghwa decides to switch your normal routine up by making a proposal that's rather... binding.

PAIRING: seonghwa x gn!reader

GENRE: romance/fluff, suggestive, slice of life

THEME/S: established relationship, boyfriend!Seonghwa, very cheesy romance, domesticity (sort of?), travel romance

⚠️  WARNINGS: profanities, a brief makeout session, alcohol (wine)

WORD COUNT: 3.2k

➺ MAIN MASTERLIST

Like any other tourist, Park Seonghwa was after the picturesque view of the cliff-top town. 

It just so happened that the moment he was adjusting his camera’s focus, you stood in front of him, the side of your face occupying his lens; windswept hair tucked beneath your fingers while you used your other hand to type away on your phone. He didn’t miss the furrow of your brows, the way your bottom lip was caught under your front teeth, the creases on your forehead imitating an obvious look of worry.

And before he could say anything else, wanting to ask if you were alright, you already took notice of the stunned tourist on your left, making you mumble a quick apology with wide eyes. Not wanting to miss the chance, Seonghwa flashed you a smile– a really mesmerizing one— and told you with a laugh that it’s okay.

That encounter was supposed to be one kept as a fleeting memory in some mere tourists’ minds, but it seemed as though fate had its own plans.

The town of Oia is popularly known for its scenic sunsets. Everybody recommended going for a lazy afternoon stroll and finding a ‘sunset spot’ as early as one can, as it gets extremely busy in the late afternoon.

But the thing was, you weren’t exactly a fan of huge crowds, nor were you really obsessed with seeing the sunset of high repute. If anything, you wanted to see how the sun rises.

For some reason, sunrises bring a huge spark of hope within you, and you’ve always made it a routine to walk outside, stand there in silence, and contemplate on how you can start anew and make life more confounding for you.

But on that one summer morning, you weren’t alone on the balcony like you were back in the city. You climbed up the crumbly cliff past the cave-like hotels, and far to your right stood the only person alongside you who chose to watch the sun rise. It takes you one (and a half) glance to realize that he’s the tourist with a cute cat-eye smile from the day before— cup of coffee on one hand, camera on the other… and a very charming smile.

All it took was for Seonghwa to lower his camera, flash you a grin and laugh, for you to know that, that very vacation will be nothing like you’ve ever experienced before.

And guess what, that cute tourist happens to be holding your hand in his hand at the very moment, five years after that fateful encounter— numbing fingers entwined with yours as you lazily walk, empty popsicle sticks in your free hands. 

The 3 AM breeze feels chilly against your skin, but the gentle rub that Seonghwa places on the back of your palm makes you feel warm in a lot of ways. Swiftly, he pulls your entwined hands up, bringing your hand to his lips as he presses a chaste kiss onto it.

“That’s weird, you don’t want to grab some wine,” You mumble with a grin, kicking a pebble as you walk. “We’ve been doing that for years.”

The man chuckles, though it’s short enough to let you know that it doesn’t appear as a surprise to him, and that he’s rather aware of what he’s doing. It’s his first time refusing to grab a tipple at Santo’s Winery, which is a shocker because it’s the very thing you’d never miss aside from sunrises.

Chucking your empty popsicle sticks onto a nearby bin, he turns to wink at you. “I’ll need to keep my sober state if you don’t want us to drown in the middle of the sea.”

Promptly, you raise a brow in question, cocking your head as he wiggles his eyebrows at you.

“What are we going to do in the middle of the sea?” You ask, looking around though there’s not much to see in the dim of the middle of the night. “I mean, at this hour?”

The doubt in your voice almost pleads for him to not be thinking about swimming as early as three in the morning— it’s awfully chilly for that. But it doesn’t seem to be much of a problem to your boyfriend, for he only shrugs, turning his head to look up ahead at the horizon. 

It’s only by then when you realize that after half an hour of what you thought was mindless wandering, he brought you to the docks, where most boats are tucked safely in the corners for the rest of the night, resting for tomorrow morning’s bookings.

Most, because one yacht decorated with fairy lights suddenly comes sailing in to stop in front of the wooden platform, and you’re pretty sure it’s not just drifting afloat all by itself.

Seonghwa lets go of your hand for the first time this evening, standing on the edge of the dock before turning his back against the broad of the horizon. 

“Sail around Santorini.” He grins proudly, his smile so beautiful it’s enough to make you feel warm and fuzzy on the inside. 

“Hwa, you—” you stutter as you walk towards him, gaze traveling past him to take a brief glance at the sailing yacht. “How did you—”

“Babe, we’ve been coming and going for five years,” He chuckles right before turning his body slightly to face the vehicle. “Making friends doesn’t sound really impossible.”

With this, a familiar middle-aged, blonde-haired man comes peeking out from the cockpit, removing his hat and waving at you.

“Ya sou, y/n!” He greets, giving you a wide grin, and your hand flies up to cover your mouth in glee.

“Nico!” You gasp, smiling widely at his presence. “I missed you!”

“I missed you too, my friend!” He chuckles, giving you and Seonghwa a wink. “Now let’s get the two of you sailin’!”

Nico is one of Santorini’s many friendly locals who have grown closer to you and Seonghwa over time. He’s the same person who drove the boat you and Seonghwa toured in together when you were both ignorant of each other’s presence and identity, and he’s the same person who has witnessed your yearly visits together.

With an enamored grin, you take Seonghwa’s hand giddily and chuckle. You couldn’t even find the right words to tell him how you feel, though the smile on your face is enough to tell him that you’re over the moon about his surprise.

“You don’t have to worry ‘bout the wine, babe, you know I’ll never miss the wine.” He says, free hand ruffling your hair. “I’ve got them on board.”

Seonghwa finally pulls you to the yacht, hopping in first before carefully leading you to come down. Clumsily, you end up bumping into his chest, though you both laugh it off because he catches you, anyway. 

He always does.

After having a quick chat with Nico, Seonghwa brings you to the deck, where your eyes widen upon seeing a comfortable, plush, u-shaped sofa with vintage cushion throws above it; lit candles and glasses of wine on the built-in table in the middle. Catching your reaction, Seonghwa hums and sits on the sofa, then taps the space beside him for you to slip into.

“So… you’re telling me that I’ve got a hot boyfriend, who’s spending time with me in Santorini, who prepared some wine, some early breakfast, and on a yacht too?” 

You gawk, turning your head to look at Seonghwa with an impressed gaze, though he merely throws his arm behind you on the backrest of the sofa, hand squeezing your shoulder as he keeps you pressed to his chest. “Wow, I must’ve saved the world in my past life.”

“You forgot something,” He mumbles, eyes boring into yours as a lop-sided grin ever so slightly appears on his lips. “You get a sweet kiss on a yacht too.”

“Mmhm? I don’t think I—” Seonghwa cuts you off with just a little lean, pressing his lips against yours in the subtlest way possible. 

You smile into the kiss, returning his kisses happily while your hand starts to find its way to cup his jaw. It’s his turn to smile, lips stretching briefly before he goes back to kissing you, deeper this time, his lips beginning to feel harsher against yours as he pulls you closer to him by placing his hand on the small of your back.

Little by little, you feel his hand loosening around your back though it goes lower, and you chuckle just when you feel him bite your bottom lip, hand quickly taking a hold of his before it could go somewhere else, and you intertwine your fingers with his instead.

“God, keep your hands to yourself, Hwa. We’re on a yacht.” You laugh after seeing his narrowed eyes, and you try to make it up to him by placing a kiss on the back of his palm.

He gives you a do-i-look-like-i-care-look (that he most probably learned from Hongjoong), unmoving from his spot, as if he’d made his mind up of wanting to do something about the tension. Even though you would never give in to him anyway— at least not in this yacht— you play along.

You raise a brow,  “What if it topples down?”

“You mean what if we’re the reason there will be huge waves early in the morni—”

“You little shit—” You cut him off before he could finish, a chuckle gracing the end of your sentence when you see him laugh as well. “Nico’s just in the cockpit, you better behave.”

You mumble, free hand coming up to gently poke the tip of his nose and squish his cheek before placing a quick kiss on his forehead. Then, you situate yourself back in between his arms as you both stare at the brightening horizon in front of you. Releasing a contented sigh, you start to drift off to reminisce your memories, though you feel Seonghwa’s loving gaze on the side of your face.

A few seconds of silence pass, then you speak up in a gentle voice.

“Do you remember the day when we first decided to go around Santorini together after making friends with each other on the Balcony that one sunrise? I think I fell in love with you exactly on that day.”

Seonghwa snorts, fiddling with your fingers with a fond smile, reminiscing the memory. “After what, seeing my washboard abs?”

“Mmh, I must admit, I kind of began crushing on you after seeing those abs,” You grimace, narrowing your eyes while glancing back and forth his clothed torso and handsome face playfully. “But… I’m also not kidding when I say that I began to fall for you after spending just one day with you. You’re that loveable, Hwa. You’re just… amazing, really, in lots of ways. At that time, I felt like you’ll be so good as a lover, and that you would be so great to love. And you know what? I was right after all.”

You pause, smiling up at him with an obviously lovestruck look on your face. “Loving you and getting loved by you is one of the finest things in life others can only wish to have.”

Seonghwa feels like he wants to kiss you again, but he’s too busy repeating your words inside his head that he couldn’t help but just feel abashed for a moment. Oftentimes, he’s the one who takes good care of his friends and family, so when he hears these sort of words from you, he feels like he wants to curl into a ball and cry. 

Oh to love, and to be loved even more.

“And during our last days on vacation when we told each other to come on the same day every year just to meet, for the sake of being sappy?” Your voice cuts through his thoughts, and after a few seconds of processing your words, Seonghwa snorts— the distant memory coming off as hilarious now that he thinks of it.

“That was such a ‘before sunrise’ wannabe!”

“I know! But whose idea was it?” You tease, nudging him playfully for his sappiness. He looks up at you, shrugging with no remorse, although there’s a faint blush on his cheeks.

“But we made it happen anyway, didn’t we?”

“For just one time!” You laugh, throwing your head back, and Seonghwa’s shoulders jerk when he holds his laugh back in. “Your impatient ass literally couldn’t stand it after that second yearly sappy meeting of ours. Months after that and I find you knocking on my door in my hometown.”

He shakes his head, and although his cheeks and ears are burning crimson now, he feels rather proud of himself.

“What can I say? I really love you and the uncertainty of you not being snatched by another person nearer to you was killing me.” Seonghwa tilts his head cockily. “At least we’re coming back to Santorini every year together, not just having some kind of yearly meetups.”

“I know,” You say, letting go of his hand to reach over for the nicely-filled glasses of wine, taking one for yourself and handing him the other. “And for once I have to thank your temper and impatience because if you didn’t look for me and come to me on your own accord, we wouldn’t be here right now.”

“Cheers to Seonghwa’s temper.” He playfully says, and believe it or not, you actually toast to it. Your glasses clink and you take a sip, side-eyeing each other as contented smiles appear on your lips.

“This is new.” You mumble immediately after gulping the liquid down. “I like it.”

“It is,” He says, swirling the liquid around the glass that confines it. “Thought I’d switch it up a bit to make it even more special.”

With a snort, you lower your chin, faking a pout as you look at him.

“You know I’d take anything you give, even if it’s doing nothing but falling asleep on our floaties in the sea under the terrible heat of the noon sun and then getting a bad burn.” He laughs at your sneaky reference to today’s earlier events. “So I don’t understand what’s all this for.”

“For you.” He says, looking at you from the brim of his glass as he downs his remaining wine, right before setting the glass down onto the table. “But now that you’ve mentioned the burns, are you okay now?”

You shake your head along with a dismissive wave. “Yeah, don’t worry.” 

“I’ve got some—” He pauses and shifts on his seat, reaching behind the sofa to grab a little basket. “Some aloe gel here somewhere.”

He finally sees the aloevera gel he’s looking so badly for, hastily opening the lid and squeezing some onto his palm, right before slightly moving the cloth on your shoulder to gently rub the cool gel onto the sunburns.

“Thanks, love.” You say, staring at him quietly as he focuses on his self-proclaimed task. As he finishes, he places a quick peck on your forehead before returning the aloe vera bottle from its previous place

“The sun’s starting to rise,” You gasp, setting your wineglass down to rush to the deck’s front railing. Seonghwa gives Nico a nod, and they both smile at each other, your grip tightening against the metal rails as the yacht slightly moves closer to the horizon as if it has an end.

“Oh so we’re going to be a titanic wannabe now, too.” Seonghwa mumbles from behind when you extend your arms sideward, feeling the cool air blow against your skin. He wraps his arms around you, resting his chin on top of your shoulder.

“It’s so beautiful…” You breathe, taking in the scenery in front of you.

“Sunrises signify new beginnings, don’t they?” He mumbles, eyes looking up ahead, a sly grin on his lips.

“Mmhm,” You place your arms limp atop his and rub circles on his skin.

It’s silent for a while— just the waves crashing, the birds cawing, and the low rumble of the yacht’s engine. The sky is painted with oranges and yellows, the warmth of the heat of the sun slowly creeping onto your skin. 

But Seonghwa begins steadying his breathing, and before you know it, he’s pressing his chin onto the shell of your ear.

“Do you want to. . .” he trails off, and you feel his heartbeat getting quicker by the second against his chest that’s pressed against your back. 

“Start a new beginning with me?”

Before you could ask further for what he means, his fingers come into view, a circle perfectly encapsulating the round of the sun as it rises— only, that above the circle is the sunrise ruby that you perfectly recognize.

You gasp, abruptly turning in his arms. He removes his arms around you and backs away a little, staring at the ring in his hand before looking back up at you.

“I’ve always thought of what to tell you when this day comes, but even after so long, I’ve come up with nothing at all.” He says, free hand coming up to bashfully scratch his nape.

“And y/n, I may sound dumb, or cheesy, or maybe both, but I just know that for as long as the sun rises, I promise you that I will be here to love you and be with you in every step of the way.” 

He inhales a deep breath, and the shakiness as he does so makes tears pool at the corners of your eyes.

“For as long as the sun rises, I want to be your best friend, your soulmate, your lover, and your family. Every day, when the sun shines, I want to wake up and see you by my side. I want to love you, be there for you and with you until the end of time, until my day sets and I heave my very last breath.” He says, biting on his bottom lip as his eyes turn shimmery, lips quivering as he sighs with a smile.

“Will you…” He gulps, and it’s as if everything is in slow motion when he gets down on one knee, the sun siding with him as the orange hues that fill the sky shines before him. “Will you watch every single sunrise with me until the sunset of our lives, y/n?”

Finally, the tears come running down your cheeks as you look at the love of your life.

The one you’ll spend your whole life with, be happy and sad with, cry and laugh with.

The one who will watch all the sunrises with you until the sunsets of your lives.

“Yes, Hwa,” You give him a huge smile and nod. “I’ll marry you.”

Seonghwa finally releases the breath he’s holding and bursts into a fit of tears— though he tries his best to slip the ring on your finger and stand to pull you into a sweet kiss without shaking like a feather. 

You feel it all— the rays of the sun on the side of your face, your fiancé's lips on yours, the warmth of his body, the tears on his cheeks. And you will continue to— over and over again each and every day for as long as the sun rises— and you wouldn’t want to have it any other way.

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[the7thcrow]

toxin | psh

pairing: historian!seonghwa x (fem) goddess!reader.

wc: 9.4k

genre: meet-ugly. angst. suggestive. magic au. god/goddess au.

summary: having fallen victim to a rather bizarre betrayal by a colleague, seonghwa finds himself in an even more bizarre situation. that being the unexpected success of their summoning ritual that leaves him subject to the will of a fertility goddess, as well as his own intemperate desire.

warnings: cults and cult activities, character death, religious tones (although any relation to a real religion is strictly coincidental, this is entirely made up), guns and violence, blood, mild gore, elements of mind control, heavy making out, aphrodisiac of sorts (?), generally dominant and submissive tones.

a/n: that’s.. a lot more warnings than i originally intended there to be. lmao oops. maybe i’m a tad insane for this, but if you’re also insane and prepared for a wild ride, strap in and enjoy. twas inspired by the ponzonya mv by purple kiss.

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“Something about this seems… off,” Seonghwa whispers, voice low so that only the man next to him is able to hear. The reasoning for his hushed tone is abundantly clear, eyes darting around the room to ensure that none of the others might be listening. That none of them are aware of his hesitancy, of his nervous reluctance.

Fortunately, they don’t seem to notice. The cave bustles with activity, the different men dressed in dark robes busying themselves as they prepare the room for the ritual. Dressing the once dreary cave with items of luxury, they carry large silk tapestries and golden decor, dragging in velvet furniture and barrels of expensive wine, so that the room appears fit for royalty.

Although Seonghwa supposes that in a way, after all, it is. Although the subject may be considered to hold far grander superiority than any earthly king may hope to achieve.

“Are we certain this is a good idea?” He presses a little further, nudging the man next to him, who’s name he’s learned is Hongjoong. Although eccentric, he seems to be a tad more understanding than the rest of his colleagues. After the past few weeks of this mess, he’s the closest thing that the historian could consider as a friend.

Although the fact stands that for all the kindness and sympathy the small, delicate man seems to offer, he also is the head of this organization.

“Cult,” Seonghwa reminds himself, because organization is simply too light a term to define exactly what he’s gotten himself caught up in. “He’s the head of a cult.”

“Don’t fret, Dr. Park,” Hongjoong replies, accompanied by far too easy of a smile, as his hands dust along the altar before him, tracing the carved runes with his fingers. “It will all be worth it, you’ll see.”

“I just,” Seonghwa starts again, swallowing deeply as he glances around the room. There’s an itch under his skin, one that screams for him to stop this whole disaster, that something is undeniably wrong. “I’m just not sure about this.”

The smile on Hongjoong’s face falls almost immediately, eyebrows furrowing together in concern. “You’re not telling me that you’re getting cold feet now, are you?” He asks, and although his tone is far more worried than accusatory, there is something of an edge to them, an unspoken warning.

The underlying message that hints if Seonghwa really were to be having cold feet, then the sweetness of his words and their friendship could quickly turn sour.

“No, of course not,” Seonghwa rushes quickly, nails digging into his palm in a desperate release of panic, as he plasters a smile onto his face. “It’s just that the air feels a little different today, don’t you think? A little off?”

Hongjoong nods in agreement, although the gesture shows far more eagerness and excitement compared to the sick nausea Seongwha feels.

“I feel it too,” Hongjoong states, before clasping both his hands on Seonghwa’s shoulders, shaking him slightly. “It means we’re about to do something extraordinary.”

With that the man leaves his side, most likely to check that everything else is in order. That all artifacts and sigils for the ceremony are in the proper place and planned to perfection.

Artifacts. Seonghwa can’t help but chuckle at the word, at the entire foundation of his life's work that has led him to this moment.

As a historian and archeologist, he always liked to believe that his work would bring him to new places and adventures. That he’d get to travel to ancient lands, and dig up the remnants of their history and beauty, to walk with past societies as if they were his own.

Well, he supposes that the universe may have taken these wishes a little too literally.

When Hongjoong first arrived at the historian’s makeshift office a few weeks ago, nestled deep within the forest and about a mile’s walk from the nearest village, he was in search of an artifact that Seonghwa had recently added to his collection of study. Upon first meeting, the historian had found the man delightful.

They’d talked over brandy for the utmost of three hours, discussing the ancient religion native to the area, and their different perspectives and findings. Hongjoong, he learned, was very well-versed in the identities and roles of the many different gods and goddesses, and had plenty to offer that Seonghwa had yet to discover in texts of his own.

Of course at the moment, Seonghwa didn’t know why Hongjoong was so well acquainted with this myth. If he had, perhaps he would have kindly said goodbye to the younger man, before proceeding to usher him out of the office and lock the door behind him.

But Seonghwa did not know this at the time, so instead - after an entire evening of pleasant conversation - he accepted Hongjoong’s invitation to view his own collection of artifacts and ancient texts back at the man’s apartment the following night.

And so one evening turned into two, and then two into three, and over the next couple weeks it was safe to say that a certain level of trust had been established between them. This was Hongjoong’s plan after all, to establish a bond before he started to introduce the more… eccentric parts of his research.

This being his cult. Although he didn’t describe it as such, after a few visits to their annual meetings - which far more resembled the attempt at rituals compared to scholarly discussion - Seonghwa quickly recognized that what he stumbled into was simply not a research team.

Between ceremonies to attempt making contact with these mythical beings of the past, and discussion of how to more completely devote oneself to these deities for greater success, everything about their inquiries fell strictly under worship compared to study.

Seonghwa, however, was a scholar. Perhaps a fatal flaw in this instance, as instead of abandoning the strange and increasingly dangerous pursuit, he only grew more curious.

Curious as to who these people were exactly, and how they could possibly believe in the deities of this long deceased religion. He wanted to understand why their devotion ran so deeply, how extreme they were in their ceremonies and practices.

To a historian, it almost felt like a blessing, to be able to study an ancient society as if he were living as one of their own.

Which is why Seonghwa finds himself here now, in the caves of a mountain roughly a day's journey from his office. Remote enough so that if something does not go exactly as planned, there is enough time and seclusion for it to be “taken care of.”

Hongjoong’s words, not his own.

Speaking of the little man, now that he’s left Seonghwa to himself, the historian takes his time to settle his building nerves. Staring down at the altar that lays before him, at the carved runes nestled deeply within its stone - runes he himself had helped dig up in the depths of old religious texts - that burning sensation tears through him once more.

The sinking, dreaded feeling that what they are about to do is going to go horribly wrong.

“Move,” a man says from behind him, shaking Seonghwa from his thoughts. Taking a step to the side, he recognizes the boy with ease. His name is Wooyoung, a close friend of Hongjoong’s, although a few years younger. However, their friendship with Hongjoong is where their similarities appear to end.

Wooyoung does not like Seonghwa. As to why, Seonghwa is oblivious, considering he’s helped them complete and polish damn near every part of this summoning ritual. But the boy does not seem to miss an opportunity to make a teasing, or even just plain rude remark at the historian’s expense. Whether it be a sharp shove to the back here or a not-so-subtle roll of the eyes there, the younger doesn’t seem to ever bother holding himself back.

“Here,” Wooyoung says suddenly, taking a break from scanning the altar to dig something out of his pocket, handing it to Seonghwa.

It takes the scholar only a moment to recognize it as a clovis point. Or in other words, an ancient sort of knife. The historian stares at it for a moment, mind blanking as he turns the stone around in his hands, struck at a loss for words.

Because why the fuck would Wooyoung be handing him a knife?

“Sorry, why are you giving me this?” Seonghwa asks, to which Wooyoung lets out a snort. After a moment of silence however, the man’s expression furrows into confusion, and he faces Seonghwa fully.

“You really don’t know?” Wooyoung asks, crossing his arms. When Seonghwa shakes his head in response, a slight smile creeps its way onto the boy's lips, sinister. He steps a little closer, uncomfortably so. Taking a step backwards, Seonghwa’s lower back presses up against the stone of the altar, but the younger boy simply laughs.

When Wooyoung speaks, his tone is condescending. “You’re going to be our lamb, Dr. Park.”

Seonghwa’s gut sinks like a stone.

“You’re mistaken-” Seonghwa starts, but Wooyoung is already walking off, an extra bounce in his step as he does so. Gaze darting around the cave, Seonghwa’s vision lands on Hongjoong, who is conversing with an older gentleman next to one of the many barrels of wine.

“Hongjoong,” he calls, making his way over with quick strides. Hongjoong doesn’t seem to notice him, so with a rather firm grip on the shorter man’s shoulder, Seonghwa spins him around.

“Dr. Park, what-” Hongjoong begins to ask, eyes wide with surprise, but Seonghwa does not give him the chance to finish.

“When were you going to tell me I was the lamb?” Seonghwa spits, raising the clovis in the air. Hongjoong’s open mouth falls shut, as he glances between the ancient blade and the historian. His eyes are analytical, as he decides what to do about the situation.

Eventually, he smiles.

“I wanted it to be a surprise,” he says easily, reaching to place his hand on Seonghwa’s shoulder, who quickly slaps it away. Eyes flashing with annoyance for only a split second, he continues as if nothing happened. “It’s an honour, after all.”

“An honour?” Seonghwa laughs, a mean and angry sound. “Are you kidding?”

Now Seonghwa doesn’t know exactly what it means to be the lamb, or for a clearer term, the sacrifice. In all of their studies of texts and old scripture, it seems conveniently left out of what exactly happens to the one brave enough to take the chance. After the lamb cuts into his palm, and his blood drips onto the altar, there seems to be very little information regarding anything that might happen.

But frankly, that was none of his business. If one of Hongjoong’s men was devoted enough to take that risk, then that was his choice. Who was Seonghwa to interject? He was simply here on research, not meant to take part in the bizarre ritual, but to simply observe. Take notes, and then when most likely nothing significant happened, take more notes on how the men reacted to this failure.

But now, with the way the air hangs with a strange thickness, and his gut turns with the anticipation that something terrible is about to happen, he’s no longer so sure that what he’s stumbled into is strictly fiction.

“Yes, an honour,” Hongjoong assures him, eyes a little too wide, a little too crazed. “You’re getting a first hand experience with a goddess. What more could you ask for?”

“If it’s such an honour then why don’t you volunteer?” Seonghwa bites back, letting any remaining composure slip. He’s furious, because as bizarre as this whole ordeal is, he at least trusted Hongjoong to not put him in any danger. Foolish.

“You’re our guest, I’m only being a good host,” Hongjoong offers, but when Seonghwa shows no sign of buying the ploy, he lets out a deep sigh.

The cultist stares at him for a minute, followed by a low chuckle. “What did you want me to do, Dr. Park?” He starts, lifting his hands to motion towards the men that fill the room. “Take the risk of losing one of our own?”

“You’re sick,” Seonghwa hisses, taking a step towards Hongjoong and shoving a hand against his chest, pushing the man backwards. “You’re a fucking lunatic.”

The display seems to catch the attention of the men surrounding the cave, as the sound of bustle begins to quiet, all hooded figures stopping to observe the sudden outburst.

“Go to hell,” Seonghwa says lowly, leaning in close so that the man’s breath burns hot against his skin. “And have fun finding a new lamb.”

With that Seonghwa turns around, leaving the man behind him and heading towards the exit of the cave. That is, he would have taken his leave, had he not been greeted by a knife held to his throat.

Wooyoung snorts, pressing the knife against the scholar’s neck, so that it breaks past the first layer of skin. Seonghwa winces, and from behind him, Hongjoong clicks his tongue.

“You really thought I’d just let you leave?” He laughs, taking a few steps forward to place himself behind the historian. He puts a hand on his shoulder, and Seonghwa is disgusted by the familiarity of it. “You really aren’t so bright for a doctor, are you?”

“Clearly I need to be more wary with whom I place my trust,” he spits through gritted teeth, but Hongjoong simply laughs. This is amusing to him, and it only makes Seonghwa more furious.

“Your words, not mine,” Hongjoong shrugs, moving away from the man to walk in front of him, gaze fluttering upwards to meet his own. There’s a certain wildness to the man’s eyes, one that perhaps Seonghwa had always purposefully overlooked. “But never change Dr. Park, your gullibility is quite endearing.”

Seonghwa isn’t sure where this nerve in him arises from, always considering himself more of a pacifist and never one to initiate conflict. But right now, all he feels is fury.

And thus, without a moment of hesitation, he spits in Wooyoung’s face.

The boy reels backwards, the spit having lodged itself into his left eye. Consequently, he pulls the knife away from Seonghwa’s throat, giving the man an opportunity to act.

He chooses a swift punch, directed right between Wooyoung eye’s, and he can feel the sharp “crack” of the boy's nose as it makes contact with his knuckles. Seonghwa has never punched anyone before now, and frankly, he’s surprised at how much his knuckles painfully burn from the contact.

Shaking his aching hand, he makes a break for the cave’s opening. However, it is proven futile, as two other cultists block the exit, and a hand reaches out to firmly grab his wrist. Twisting to face his attacker, he’s this time not met by a knife to the throat, but rather a barrel of a gun to his forehead.

Hongjoong points the firearm between Seonghwa eye’s, clicking off the safety as he grants the historian a mocking, pitiful look. Even with lips pouted, the expression still appears more of a sneer.

“Get in front of the altar Dr.Park,” he says, motioning his head to the side of the cave where the stone object sits. “Let us not waste anymore time with this nonsense.”

Seonghwa would object that his reluctance is anything but a waste of time, but with the trigger only a split-second decision from being pulled, his brazen tongue feels far less defiant.

The clovis still resting in his palm, he considers attempting a swipe at the man. He knows it would be futile, that even if his swing struck clean it would be pointless, as Hongjoong would simply pull the trigger.

So with a shaky breath, he slowly turns himself around in order to face the altar. Each step afterwards equally as careful and calculated, attempting to not move too suddenly as Hongjoong follows behind him, the cool metal of the gun pressing firm against the back of his skull.

Approaching the large stone, he stares down at the many engravings. The very engravings that he himself had found, had dug up in his research.

To some degree, this is his fault.

“You know the details of the ritual,” Hongjoong whispers from behind him, and Seonghwa feels the barrel of the gun pull away from the back of his head, although he is certain the gun continues to point in his direction. “So go ahead, get to it.”

He hears as Hongjoong steps away behind him, leaving the historian in front of the altar alone. Glancing up, he watches as the rest of the men lift up their dark cloaks over their heads, eyes no longer visible. He can still make-out Wooyoung amongst them, the boy’s condescending smirk practically infamous at this point.

Seriously, how did he ever think this was a good idea?

Lifting the clovis up in his palm, he supposes that there is only one way to get this over with. After all, it’s surely not as if it will work. Even with all his research into these ancient societies, it doesn’t mean that they were right. It was just a part of the culture, a religious belief not scientific fact.

So why is he so damn nervous?

He tells himself that it’s simply because the men around him are insane, that when the ritual goes wrong they’ll get angry and most likely kill him anyway. However, although he won’t admit it, he knows there’s a little more to it than that.

The strange feeling embedded in the air, the way his body fidgets in anticipation. His fear is not nestled in what may happen if the ritual doesn’t work, it is buried in that it will.

“Get on with it Dr.Park,” he hears Hongjoong call, although it’s difficult to hear over the ringing in his ears. “We don’t have all day.”

And with that he lifts the clovis up, digging it deep into the palm of his right hand.

Blood dripping from the deep gash, it stings as he squeezes his hand into a fist. Falling in a line of droplets, he ensures the liquid coats the altar, dripping into the engravings as if painting them with deep red ink. When he speaks, the latin falls easily off his tongue.

“Domina proclivatis,” he whispers, eyes falling shut. “My mistress of addiction.”

“Ostende te mihi et reple me desiderio tuo.”

“Show yourself to me, and fill me with your desire”

“Sanguis meus sit tibi venenum.”

“May my blood be your poison.”

“Currere per venas et obnubila mentem.”

“Run through my veins and cloud my mind.”

“Servus enim tuus sum humilis, et me tibi trado.”

“For I am your humble servant, and I give myself to you.”

After the final words drip from his lip, Seonghwa is surprised by the… utter nothing he feels. Remembering a key part of many of his readings, he continues to keep his eyes shut tight, although it wasn’t specifically explained as to why.

However, after a moment, he thinks he’s in the clear. The silence of the cave is almost deafening, as he’s certain every one of the hooded figures eagerly awaits the arrival of their goddess.

He opens his mouth to say something, to tell them that the ritual has failed even with all their efforts. Considering they’ll most likely kill him anyways, he may also add a bit of embellishment. Really rub it in that what they’re doing is ultimately pointless, and they’ll only continue to fail miserably once he’s gone.

That is, until the tingling starts.

A strange sensation, starting at the wound in his palm, and spreading up his arm. Deep under his skin, as if running through his veins, it feels as if his blood has been replaced with something far thicker. Heavier, as his limbs begin to grow weak, yet weightless. As if he isn’t fully in control of them as his arm falls to his side.

“It’s working,” he hears a voice call out excitedly, practically manic. He thinks it might be Hongjoong, but it’s too far away to tell, like a memory rather than the present.

It’s a flash of light, bright and blinding, that causes Seonghwa to shield his eyes by bringing up an arm. The cut in his palm pulses, the strange heavy tingling sensation transforming into a vicious sting. Only beginning in the wound, but tearing through the rest of his body in a horrific pursuit, causing him to let out a whine of pain. Buckling to his knees, he continues to keep his arm raised up high, although the desperate need to clutch his palm rings strong.

More than that, however, is the desire. A strange whisper in the back of his mind, that amidst the chaos, tells him to l̷̠̝͙̖̔o̶͉͙̫̜͔̲̐͂̔̋̊͘͜ơ̵͕͈̟͚̝̻̮̹͓͌́̓̇̽͑̚k̶̡̧̢̝̰̟̰̬̪̦̭̖̔͐͐͆͆͒́͘͜͜͝ͅ.

Ơ̵̪̿̀̾̎̔̔̉́̎̈̇̈́̏̾p̷̧̲͇̟̻͈̗͓͙̗̥̣̖̌̈͊͝͝ͅe̸̜͚͚̼͕̦̥̻̻͜͠n̷̡͖͇̝̣͚͇̼̬͉̪͗̄̓̈̄́͗͛̆̇̈́̌͜͝ ̴̧̡̧̛͓̫̤͚̺̱̟̟͓͒͂͗͠y̸̧̨͙̺͖͙̻͓̜̺̖̼̘̾̚o̸̝̟̳̤͈̣͛̏̎̇̿̌͒́̔̂ͅų̶͕͖͑̎̀͒̆̐͝ͅr̴̛͖̱͖̎̕ ̴̢̧̻̮̪̮̳̠̘̝̱̄̆̌͂̇̽͑̑̄̓̉̓͘͠ͅͅë̵̡́̀̐̆̐̔̐́͆͒́̓̍̚ỷ̵̧͉͈̣͙̭̜̙̪͇͎͍̊̉͑͜e̷̞̦̋͐̓͆̈́̂̀̕̕͝s̵̥̠͗̍̔͗͆͂̚̕̕.̸̛͖̩͙͙̥̖͔̼̻̋͌̀̃̓͌͂͜͜͝

Ș̷̤̗͔̤͈͚͍͍̃͂̍̊̂̊̍͒̚͘͝e̵͕̠̅̄̓̂̌̓̅̆̏̽́̚ö̴̳̪̺̟̥́̔͗̒̈̈͛̓͘n̵̬͈̬̦̹̳̲̦̥̎͝ͅg̸̩͙͌̈́̓̔͒͐ḧ̸̢̘̪̺̼̺͙̯́̒͌̿̑̃̓͗̐̄͘͝͝ͅw̸̨̪̼̭͓͚̪̳̜̳͉͙͛̋a̸̼̖͓͎̯̤̪͍̻̪̯͎̱̽.

L̴̖̘̤͖̦̺͔̰̠̓̈́͂͑̐̆̓̃́̄̌͐̀͜ͅȍ̷̟̦̻̠̪̘̰̮̭̜̓̌̑̎͂͘̚ȯ̴͚̠͖̫̬̕͝k̶̛͙͉͚̠̜̾͌̉̋̊̐̃̃͂̉͑͐̆̕ ̸̢̛̪̣̰͚̳̜̥͎͈̿̑̎͂̐̉͜ͅȃ̸̧̭͎̝͙͇̞͚̖̘̝͈͙̖̾͂̽̉̎̀̚̚t̷̛͔͐̋̈́̄͒̚ ̶̢̮̣̱̼̜̻͍̣̩̋͜͜m̶̜͇̳̳̟̞̦͓͓̘̖͑͆̈́̕͠͠ė̵̛̮͇́̃̽͛̊̀͐̿̿͗.̵̠̗̮̥̹̭̭̪̹̠̜͖̆̽͗̈͛͊͊̈̓̐͑ͅ

“Stop,” he whispers, using his free bloodied hand to cover at least one of his ears. It proves no use however, as the voice seems to echo from deep within his mind, ringing through his skull. An agonizing compulsion. A banshee, a whisper, a lament all at once. A strange echo that begs, commands, instructs him to listen.

And he wants to. He would give in, if it weren’t for the screams. The ones that do not echo from within his mind, but from around him. Wailing and desperate sounds that are awfully familiar, at least for a few of them. Hongjoong is one that he’s certain that he can make out, and perhaps Wooyoung too.

They are dying. It doesn’t take a scholar to recognize that.

Gagging on what he can only make out as the smell of blood and burning flesh, he shuffles himself so that his back rests up against the stone of the altar. Neck falling limp against the rock, as if the energy were drained out of him, he uses his last remaining strength to just keep his arm up. Knowing full well that if he lets it fall, his eyes will surely follow suit in opening.

Tears slip out from his shut eyelids, trailing down his cheeks and dripping onto the soft fabric of his button-up. How long this horrible wailing may last, he isn’t sure. Perhaps forever, as maybe the ritual is just a spell in order to drive himself into insanity, and nothing more.

He is proven wrong yet again, however, as the screaming around him abruptly silences. The blinding light seems to fade in front of his eyelids, the bright red hue settling to its proper, far more familiar black.

Arm trembling in the air, Seonghwa isn’t sure if he should move it. After all, this could simply be another test of will. To try and trick him, see if he really is a worthy witness of a goddess.

Seonghwa doesn’t believe that he is, and besides, he’s grown exhausted. Limbs still feeling abnormally heavy, mind slightly delirious and thoughts tripping over one another, he decides death is an easy enough risk to take. Ultimately, there doesn’t seem to be a scenario where he gets out of this alive, so he may as well jump the gun and get it over with quickly.

Fortunately, when he opens his eyes he is not greeted by death, but simply the wall of the cave that lays in front of him. Blinking the fogginess from his eyes, the historian carefully pushes himself to his feet, each move slow and calculated as he does so.

When he turns himself to face the altar, the sight in front of causes his blood to run cold.

The bodies of the cultists lay scattered about the cave, in the same semicircle layout they had previously been standing in, but now crumpled to the ground. While most of their hoods are drawn up high, faces indiscernible, there are a few that remain visible, although Seonghwa wishes they weren’t.

Hongjoong lays in the middle of them all, his own hood having slipped off the back of his head. Blood cascadeses over the man’s face, so much so that more red is visible than actual skin, although that proves to be the least horrific change to his features.

The most terrifying change being the large gaping sockets that have replaced where his eyes once were.

Blood pooling from the open wounds, Seonghwa realizes that it’s less as if they were ripped out and more similar to if they were scorched. The area around each of the sockets is purple and red with these burn marks, puss dripping alongside the blood.

Attempting to settle the way his stomach lurches at the sight, he shifts his attention to the altar itself, letting out an involuntary gasp of shock.

His blood seems to have transformed from a deep red to a completely black colour, and when he shifts his attention to the gash in his palm, it is equally as dark. A scientific impossibility considering he’s very much still alive - well, at least he’s pretty sure that he is - and he knows that something truly wrong is afoot.

Something horrific, terrifying, and that should never have been tampered with by mortal hands.

Gaze flying upwards, vision swaying in a dizzy confusion, Seonghwa desperately scans the area around him. Searching for something that may have changed amongst the riches, yet he can’t seem to find anything of the sort. The velvet sofas and barrels of wine all remain perfectly in place, the many riches and golden jewelry all sparkling just as bright as they had a moment before, despite the gruesome display that lays around them and the smell of death that hangs in the air.

Having found nothing, the historian is a snap decision away from making a run for it. Abandoning the cave and the bodies of his former colleagues - if you could even consider that the appropriate term - he’s certain he could make his escape. Even if the citizens of the nearby villages were aware of both his and Hongjoong’s budding friendship, they certainly couldn’t pin this on him.

They would never even think of it. After all, he’s fairly certain that Hongjoong had planned to kill him right from the beginning, so it’s fairly reasonable to infer that he hadn’t mentioned to anyone but the cult that Seonghwa would be joining them.

Yes, that would work. Nobody would need to know. He could leave the cave right now, and leave this horrific mess behind him. Let someone else discover the disaster he left behind, and avoid all blame and conflict entirely. He holds no moral oath to these men, they tried to kill him for god's sake.

Yet, despite all this, Seonghwa doesn’t leave. Not due to sorrow or fear, the shock and adrenaline running through him seemed to dull his capacity for these two emotions entirely. But rather, he stays because he simply cannot leave.

Because around him, in every crack and inch of the cave, filling and spinning within the air, flooding all of his senses is a presence. Unexplainable, but they're all the same. Flooding his nose like a mind-numbing gas, resting on his tongue like a sour wine, prickling against his skin in a strange tickling fashion. Not a person, but a being. Something within the cave with him, that although he cannot see, he knows that he is not alone.

It’s something that he cannot leave, for a reason that exists beyond reasoning. Defying logic, but holding him still. A calling, and he bends to its will gladly.

S̵̢̛͈͕̮̗̣̽̐͌͋̚̚͠͝ͅe̴̛̠̤͍̮͓̳̪̝̺͖o̸̤̠̣̦͆̈́̊n̸̡̹̩̝̙̜͙͂̅́͘ḡ̷̯̞̤̼̟͛͆̈͊̐̃͝͝ḩ̶̛͚̮̳̱̩̥̼̹̐̿́͌͌̄̅̓̾̆́̋͘͜w̵̡̧̛̤̟͎̓̊͒͐̅͑̈̕̕̚ȃ̴̧̦̘̳̺̳̘̻̼̘͌̓̀̊̉͂́͐̕͠

Ç̸̧̡̛̛͕͈̺͎̥̊̐̀͊̈́ȧ̷͓̤̭̻̦̔͐̓̾͗̿̔̏̅́͘̚̚͠ñ̵̢̧̧̢̜͇̝̪̮͈͈̘̗̒̾͂͐ ̶̢̛̪̞͇̞͖̼̦͈̳͍̼͖̺̑͑̉̄͗͊̑͑̐͐͘̕͘͝y̵͔̿̅͌͝o̷̙̲͕̟̯̩̫̘̲̪͕͉͔̻͗̉̌̉̀̉̓͛͒̿̕͝ự̷̏̐͊̌̊͒͂̅̏̿̈́̈́̌͝ ̷̪̻̻̺̘͉͇̞̦͑̿͊̐͗͊̈́̈h̵̨̢͉̮͇͙̘̲̖̣̯͎̤͂̿̃͛̂͐͘͜ḛ̸̢̡̭̖̳͇̺̥̲̗̠̪̍͊͆̎ͅa̸͉̪̭͇̔̍̇̅̂ṟ̶̡̥͔̦̳̼͓̼̳̗̝̝̼̑̎̈́̂̓͗͗͒̾̕ ̷̛͚̯̩̟̪̗̪̓̂̄̎m̷̧̩̜̐̋̾̐̏̑͐̾̂e̸͇̤̙̹̯̦̻̯͖̹̎̿̄̇̏͆͗̂͋͐̾͌̃̕?̴̛͖̝̹̙̫͔̩͑͆̓͌̓̐̃̚͝

“Yes,” he says in his mind, euphoric at the thought. “I do.”

Then, as if a drop of water falling over a stained glass lake, a ripple of doubt casts through him.

He blinks dazedly, which quickly turns into a series of frantic blinks as he attempts to regain control. Control of his own thoughts and emotions, his own limbs and desires.

This thing, this being. It’s using him, toying around with him.

He needs to get out of here. That’s what he’d originally been thinking, right?

Gaze flying towards the exit, he moves as quickly as he can, although his limbs feel as though they are trudging through molasses. This strange tingling that seems to have replaced the blood flowing through his own blood appearing to fight against him, his own body desperately denying the pursuit his mind craves.

Although, isn’t it what his mind craves? To stay, to ļ̷̡̳̖̲͚̈́͜ͅĭ̵̹͓͚̺̗͇̺̞̭̝̫̪̞͐͛͗s̷͉̽̈́̑́̊͂̐͌̉̍̎̾t̴̨̥̤̮̭̘̘̖͊͗͋̃́̇̂́̔͒̕̕ȩ̸̛̗̩̟̤̬͖̙̺̈̋̑̆̀̌̋̓̐̎̀͘n̸͙̩̗̅́̿̿̀͐̈͑̈́̍̚.

S̸̫͙͇̠͓̥̐̏͑̍͂̎̃͠͝t̶̨̼̪̭̩̳͕̠̓́͂ả̷͇͕̩̼̘̤̩̭͎̎̍̍̊̒͂͗́̿͠͝ͅy̶̧̢͇̻̠̬̟͙̤̪̔͜.̸̡̳͚͇̰̹̈́́̀

Hands flying upwards to cover his ears, it once again proves to be of no use, as the voice does not come from outside of him, but within his own mind.

S̵̢̛͈͕̮̗̣̽̐͌͋̚̚͠͝ͅe̴̛̠̤͍̮͓̳̪̝̺͖o̸̤̠̣̦͆̈́̊n̸̡̹̩̝̙̜͙͂̅́͘ḡ̷̯̞̤̼̟͛͆̈͊̐̃͝͝ḩ̶̛͚̮̳̱̩̥̼̹̐̿́͌͌̄̅̓̾̆́̋͘͜w̵̡̧̛̤̟͎̓̊͒͐̅͑̈̕̕̚ȃ̴̧̦̘̳̺̳̘̻̼̘͌̓̀̊̉͂́͐̕͠

How does it know his name? How does it know him?

W̵̲̫͕̳͌̉̆̋̔͌̓͂̃̄h̸̭̹͕̬̱̙̳̀͊͜ỷ̷͍̳͉͓͕̠̤̥̟̫̭̖̺̄̽̐͠ͅ ̶̢̢̡̩̦͈͉͔̦̹̱̟̪̯̩̋͗͛̕͝a̸̞̱̣͚͔͖̺̤͋͌̂̍̏̽͋̏̕͠ŗ̶̛̜̼̥̺̻̠̬̓̈́̇̄̅͐̽̾̒͝ͅe̵͙̰̯̭̲̣̓̍̏͛̀̍̑̓̔̽̚͝͠ ̸̛͙͎̟͙͓͎̜͙͖̙̈͊̋̒̂́ÿ̴͇̩̄̀͋̔̈́̈́͆̾͒͘ȏ̶̧̾̽̈́̈́̌́̀̀̊͋̋̆͝ͅư̸͚͈̞̤̙͚͓͆̔̑͗͗̓̍̌̿͒͑̚̚͜͝ ̵̭͕̯̯͉͔̩̭̭̊͜ͅͅf̷̡͙̻͎̫̗̰͇͒̓̒̋̑́͜͝į̷̨̱̜̦̥͙̗̤͈̗͍͍͐̓͛̅͠g̸̢̣͖͉̠̞̝͎̃̃͑̕h̷͉͎̝͔̻̊͌̑̋͊̏̌̀̒͑̕̕t̵̛͓̱̮̀̍͐̂̓͌̌͊͝i̶̛̳̮̙̲̝͉͓̘̳͔̜̊̄͂͌̔͝ͅn̴͕͗͐̌͌͜g̸͓̹̜͉͒̈̑̔̂̽̾͋͌̄̍̇ ̵̨̢̫̘̼̩͕̤̱̪͎̜̗̣̖̏̍̒͛̔̕m̴̡̢͎̼͈̹̹̭̜̝͕͉̓̂̌̈́͒͘e̴̡̢̨̧̹͎̦̙̺̻͓̞͕͒̔̍̉̑͌̑́͐̎͘̕?̵̢̢̮̮̥̳̫̹̿̇̎̂͑̕

He… he doesn’t know. He can’t remember, but he knows that he has to keep trying.

A̷̼̫̩͔̥̐͐̀̍̓̓́̉̚r̷͈̙̗̮̳̣̜̭̲͕̹̊͆̍̂̓͂̉̑̋̾̄͘͘͝ë̸̺̓ṋ̸̡̛̛̳̞̲̤͔͓̖̻̹̝̦̌̀̎̆͆̊͜'̵̮̦̝͎̎̋̎̃̃͛̓̍t̶̨̛̰̰̝̎͆͗͂̄͗̽͜͜ ̵̧̩͙͖͍͉̥̖̰̔́̎̈́̓y̷̛̝̖͉̔̾̓̎̀͘o̴̢͖̠̎̀̂̈͋͜͠͝ư̵̢̧̨͔͖̩̲̯͍̦̳̻̓́̋̿͗̔̈́͌͛̅̚͠͝ ̴̙̲̞̥̲̀̇̉͜t̶̡͓̤̮̬̤͖͕̖̻͎̞̯͝i̸̢̧̥̥͕̪̫̮̗̩͎̍̊͗́r̶͉̰̥̖̭̬̪͓̩̲͖̊ͅe̵͔̘͇̋̀̋͒͂́̆̈́͒̄͋̕͝d̵̨̡̟͉͎̝̱̪̝͕̉͋̈́̆?̴͈̟͓͓͕̱̠̭͇͍̻͓̝̂͑̃ͅ

He is tired.

W̷̠̦̫̜̹̳̹̯͉͇̹̗͆͆͋̐̈́̌̔̓̃̕͜ͅǫ̴̖̥̼͙͔͙̗̲̣͖͉̎̀̓͗̃͆̽͛̀̓͐̉͗̆͘u̵̻͇̇̒̑͐̎̿̔͗͒͌̽̔̕l̷̡̛̛̟̊̅̾̒̓̽͒̂̒̎̽̇͘d̴̛̲̳̼̳̎̍͊̓̀̈͊̒̒ͅņ̶̨̡̩̝̝̰̜̭̩̓̓̿͋̑̐̕'̵̢̛͕͙̲̞̤̭͇̫̙̎̓̋̍̓t̶̹̗͇͍͆̔̔̓͑̇͝ ̵̛͇̙̌̅̒̆̽̃͘͠ȋ̷̭͕̩̝̙̱͈̣̌͌̄ͅt̸̖͇͎̣͎̕͜ ̴̺̼͓͇̺̥̝̮̺̞͌́̆̄͐̅̿̚͝b̸̭̰͕͛̀e̴̡̻̬̲̤̞͚̯̖̝̭̭̥̾͊͂ ̴̡͎̱̘̖̗̺̹̬̐ę̷̛̣̍̂̌̈́͋̈́̉̎̚ȧ̴̧̢͕̱̪͉͎͍̜̥̤͒̌͆̏͌̚ş̵̩͔̒̽i̸̢̢̛͖͎̟͎̫͇͖̟̩̯͓̼͐͋̀͝ḛ̴̩͌̋͛̓̐̈́̈r̵̡̡̟̩̳̩̺̟̰͔̲͔͚̭̻͋̌̂̏ ̸̧̛͔̖̳̳̰̈́͌̈́͐̂͒̈́͛̕͘ͅẗ̸̛̹̱ŏ̴̼̬͎̹̌ ̵̛̛̖͖̪̞̙̥͙͉̍̄̓̍̍͛̀̇͗͠ͅj̷̢̫̥̺̳̪͓͔̖͍͙̱̋̏̀̾̈́͊͜ư̸͙͛̆͑̽̀̋̽̇̋̂̇͑͝͠s̵̺̍͋̔̒̈́̃͌̚̕͝t̶̯̯̻̺͙̝̲̱̩͇̪̯͕̏̋̽̂̄ ̶̝̣͖̪̜̟̤̟͖̪̓͆͒͑͠g̷̻͖̅̎̈̚i̵̡̲̞̫͔̼͕̝̔̈́̈́v̴̻̥͙͒̎͑͗́̎̔̿̑̈̕͝e̶̡̟̗̞͎͍͉̗̼̯̜̺̊̇̽̓̕͜ ̴̢̨̛̰̳̞̝̯͕̞͎̣̏̀̑͑̔̓͌̒̏̅͌͐͋ͅi̶̟͊ǹ̶̩̈́͑́̈̎͛́̾̔͛̉͘͠?̸̣̤̓͗̎̓͗̉̈̕

It certainly would be.

Ţ̵͔͓̠͕̞̙̗̼̮̮̦͚͗̐̃́̓̀̓ͅȟ̵̳̲̲͉͚̼͉̑͝e̶͈̰̜̣͑͊̂͊n̵̢̎̅ ̴͎̗͈̟̮̼̠̱̫̖̥͈͖̎̃̾̽̈́̔̑͘ͅḋ̶̢̩̘̬͈͚̹͕͙͍͉̗̖̓̒̔̒͑͛̂̀̿̆́͜͝ö̶̤̻͈́̔̈́̀͝͝ ̷̧̘͓̟̲͖͕̱͔̼̞̪̦̉̆͗̆͛̌̈́̐̊͑̉ͅi̶͕̙͓̰̺̟̮̗̖͉͆̽t̷͉͍͈̜̠̮̫͎̐͒͐͂̒̊.̴̥͖͗͂́̇̒̃̎̑̈́̑͊͛̔̕̚

“No,” he says outloud, desperate. Even with his senses confused and limbs heavy, he knows that this is wrong.

That this presence, while oh-so-inviting, is sinister. Is twisted, corrupted. Sent to destroy him, a piece of whatever darkness looms beyond our mortal understanding. Call it hell, call it satan or lucifer or whatever crooked twist of the universe that welcomes both evil and obsession, this being belongs to it, undoubtedly.

And if he follows it, who knows what it may do. Who knows what he may do.

But then, as if his ears suddenly have gone deaf, the overwhelming voice silences entirely.

Only to be replaced by another.

“You have a strong will,” it says, and he hears it not from within his mind, but through his covered ears. “I’ll give you that much.”

Removing his shaky hands from his ears, his eyes flutter open, only to find that he is staring at the ground. Having fallen to his knees at some point, the fabric of his trousers are torn around the kneecaps, skin stinging from their contact with the cave’s rocky floor.

Eyes slowly drifting upwards, he finds that what stands before him is not the exit nor the cave’s wall, but rather a pair of… legs?

Continuing to follow them upwards, he finds that they are not attached to a monster. Not a demon sent from hell, or something that will burn his eyes from their sockets from looking upon. Instead, they are attached to a woman.

They are attached to you.

Laden in golden robes, a sort of shimmering dress with a slit that allows your leg to slip through gracefully. Your skin seems to shimmer with a sort of glitter, as well as a variety of jewelry, all in the same expensive gold. A series of thick necklaces, all with different jewel centerpieces; rubies, sapphires, and emeralds all complimenting your complexion beautifully. Equally exquisite - as well as certainly expensive - rings and bracelets twist up your arms and deckle all of your fingers.

It's a look fit for royalty, the dramatics something Seonghwa has only seen in books and old portraits, never with his own two eyes. In fact, “royalty” just doesn’t seem to serve your image justice.

None of the words that immediately come to mind do, each of them falling equally as flat. Gorgeous, heavenly, enchanting are all fine descriptions, but not the proper fit. Not perfect. And surely, you deserve perfect.

Not royalty, but god-like. An angel of sorts, although even that paints you as a follower. A subject of a god rather than one yourself.

And surely, that is what you are: a god.

This realization is what causes Seonghwa’s stomach to drop.

The ritual, almost forgotten in the mind-fogging haze, comes rushing back to him. The point of it all, the cults desire to summon a goddess.

Which must make you…

“A fertility goddess,” Seonghwa whispers aloud, wide eyes looking up at you as he kneels frozen in place. Not out of some sort of magic to hold him there, but out of the sheer inability to make himself move, shock and fear taking over.

“Very good, you have eyes,” you chide, before rolling your own and walking past him. His gaze can’t help but follow you dumbly as you walk across the room, arms folded as you take in the many offerings around you. Despite the barrels of wine, expensive jewelry, and velvet furniture, Seonghwa can’t help but notice that overall you seem rather… displeased.

Knocking on the barrel with your fist, you turn to him, raising an eyebrow. “And how am I supposed to drink this, hm?” You ask, before scoffing. “It’s sealed, and you haven’t even brought me a glass?”

“It wasn’t my idea,” Seonghwa rushes, before quickly scolding himself because why would he say that?

He’s scared, that’s why. Scared and nervous and hot.

Wiping the sweat from his brow, he doesn’t recall being this damn hot before now. Not while setting up the cave, and not even under the influence of the commanding voice.

But now, as he watches you, he can’t help but pull at his collar, just trying to cool down and steady his breathing.

“Not your idea, huh?” You say with a smirk, although it seems anything but happy. Seonghwa would label it condescending, if he had to put a name to it. “Then which one of these hopeless idiots' idea was it?” You ask, motioning to the sea of the murdered cultists surrounding you.

When Seonghwa doesn’t respond, mouth having fallen open but no words coming out, you simply snort. Walking back over to the man, your annoyance about the wine seeming to be momentarily forgotten, you hum as you place yourself in front of him. Reaching down to hold his chin in your palm, you tilt it upwards so he can’t help but meet your eyes.

“I must admit, you are pretty,” You murmur, and although he knows it shouldn’t - because frankly, this is all kinds of both utterly bizarre and terrifying - his chest swells at the compliment. “Even if dense.”

Seonghwa mumbles something intelligible in response.

“But I prefer my subjects a little dumb,” you say, leaning in a little closer, smile growing a little wider. A little more sinister, a little more like you know exactly how much this is getting to him.

Seonghwa blinks, clearing his throat and attempting to get a fucking hold of himself. But his head is spinning, his throat swelling to the point he cannot speak and his skin is itching with heat.

But it’s not the same as before. He feels in control, or well, he knows that ultimately he is in control. His limbs are his own, and when he tells himself to snap out of it, it’s only his own desires and will he’s fighting. Not the same mindless fog as earlier, but rather a pull towards you, a simple bodily response that one should expect in the presence of a sex goddess.

“So what can I do for you, dear?” You tease, or maybe mock is the better term. “Why did you and your little friends summon me here?”

Seonghwa wonders if he should explain that these men are certainly not his friends, and he had no interest in participating in the ritual to begin with. However, he can only see that going one of two ways. On the one hand, separating himself from the cultists - or “hopeless idiots” as you had so kindly put it - might be doing himself a favour. You might appreciate the honesty, as well as see him in a slightly less demeaning light.

On the other hand, Seonghwa knows it’s never been the best idea to tell a sex goddess that she’s not desired. Whether it be Aphrodite or Cybele, it’s never been a good move on the behalf of the heroes of myth to disrespect such a powerful figure.

Is that what he has become, a hero of myth?

The thought makes his head spin.

“Well,” you say, forcefully raising his chin a little higher, regaining his attention. “What do you desire?”

Seonghwa decides that the truth is not worth the risk, but it’s also never a good idea to lie to a goddess.

So instead, he tells a different truth.

“I've studied the ancient gods and goddesses for the past decade of my career,” he rushes out quickly, doing his best not to stutter or stumble over his words. When his eyes meet yours, he swallows deeply, as he can almost feel their striking beauty bare into him. “I just…wanted a chance to witness the truth.”

When your eyes narrow, he decides to try a little harder.

“To worship the truth,” he amends, internally sighing in relief when the corner of your lip turns up at the sentiment.

Chuckling softly, you lean in a little closer, so that your breath blows hot against his face. Somehow it smells sweet, like roses and chocolates and the scent of a perfume he once smelled somewhere back in Seoul. A light and flowery smell, time seems to tumble backwards, transporting him to when he was a younger man. More naive - if that even appears to be possible - and more hopeful, his entire career yet ahead of him. All past loves yet to fail and all dead-end jobs yet to fall apart.

He doesn’t remember which past love wore the perfume, but he knows that he enjoys it. Visions of silken sheets and breathy giggles fill his head, and he inhales sharply, once again feeling so unbelievably hot.

Well, perhaps not unbelievably, as he begins to understand what’s going on here.

Your appearance is so utterly suited to his own ideas of beauty, his own fantasy. Your breath smelling of what his subconscious associates with sex, and the way you speak, the way you look down upon him…

It’s everything he could want, everything he desires.

A symptom of the ritual, your form specifically designed for him. To seduce him, to trick him, to lure him in through every possible tactic.

And while his mind may know that fact, the reaction his body has to it all is far less logical.

“And how do you plan to do that, dear?” You ask, your thumb gently rubbing against his jaw, painting the illusion of sincerity, of comfort. “To worship the truth?”

He isn’t going to worship anything, he doesn’t want to. Well, that’s not exactly true. He shouldn’t want to. This is wrong, a mistake, and he knows this.

But as he stares at you, lips moving to form words, his tongue feels like jelly. Wobbling senselessly, he doesn’t say a thing. Not a word of protest, nor a lie to strengthen his hold on the situation. Nothing.

He can’t help but wonder if this also may be a trick of his own subconscious, to not let him ruin what he craves. The guilty, utterly wrong desire. A fantasy - in the most literal sense of the word - somehow coming true.

“Not good with words, are we?” You laugh, leaning in a little closer. So close now that he can no longer make contact with your eyes, but somehow he can still feel you watching him. Your breath puts him in a daze, a new found eagerness rising within him.

As if sensing this change within him, your voice changes slightly, tone the slightest bit more teasing. When you speak, it’s barely above a whisper. “Then why don’t you show me instead?”

Then, before he can convince himself otherwise, take just one second of thought and decide it’s a horrible idea, he leans in and connects his lips with your own.

And that, as expected, was a horrible idea.

Your lips taste of summer nights, a warm and gentle heat that he can sink into without thinking. They taste of his favourite kind of wine, a sweet red, one that he was recommended once during a job in Italy and has never gotten sick of since. They taste of everything he craves, and he devours it, greedy and incessant. Desperate for more.

He doesn’t even realize he’s still on his knees until he reaches forward for the small of your back, but ends up clumsily touching your shin instead. It’s pathetic, and the chuckle you let out at the motion only causes a wave of embarrassment to course through him.

He attempts to rise to his feet, to meet you on level ground, but you quickly place a hand on his shoulder, holding him down.

Pulling away, you tilt your head to the side, before looking him up and down. “Surely you don’t worship standing, do you?” You ask, smile fading to a disappointed frown. You click your tongue, before sighing deeply, clearly unimpressed.

It’s humiliating, but what’s even more humiliating is how it thrills him. How he’s so shamefully and utterly absorbed in this, how deeply he wants more.

But you already knew that, it’s your plan and he knows this just as well, although it does nothing to dull the effect you have on him.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, leaning back in to kiss you once more, this time with a little more force. A little more intensity, as the newly lit fire in his chest tells him that he has something to prove.

He’s losing himself to this, and worst of all he’s letting it happen. Your hand runs along his shoulder, slipping down to reach the buttons of his shirt, each one falling open without protest. The bareness of his chest now left open to the cave, the air is a welcome coolness against his unbearably hot skin.

“You’re forgiven,” you whisper, he can’t even remember what he did wrong, but he’s glad to know you’re not upset with him all the same.

His own hands now trailing your figure, feeling the grace of every curve and lilt of your body, his kisses now trail from your lips down your jaw. For the first time, he here’s you inhaling sharply yourself, followed by a soft hum of satisfaction that causes his chest to pulse with pride.

After all, not many can claim to have satisfied a sex goddess. Never having considered himself to be an Adonis throughout his years, it’s almost comedic how he’s found himself to be in the mythical man’s shoes.

With a tad more confidence gained, he allows his own hands to reach upwards, still continuing to kneel but feeling the slightest bit less helpless. Managing to reach the small of your back, he pulls you further down into him, the long fabric of your dress now falling over his thighs as you hover over his lap.

You once again click your tongue, although he notices that the tone is slightly different, less condescending and more what he’d label light-hearted teasing, as a smile pulls at the corner of your lip.

“A bit eager, are we?” You say with a laugh, a pretty and light noise that sounds like music to Seonghwa’s ears. Leaning forwards so that his chest presses up against your own, you wrap your arms around the back of his neck, fingers nestling their way into the thickness of his hair.

And yes, he is so incredibly eager, although he doesn’t say it outloud. He knows there’s no use, you already know the answer.

Sighing as your lips begin to nip at the skin aligning his jaw, he closes his eyes. While this may appear to be a gesture to prove how much further he’s falling into pleasure on your end, the reality of the situation proves to be quite different.

Instead, it’s as if he is regaining his focus, coming back to himself.

It’s these small moments, as control slowly begins to slip back into his own grasp, that he manages to regain the consciousness of what is happening here.

This is a trick after all, this form in which you have manifested. He’s read enough about you - the fertility goddess - to know what will happen if he lets this continue. Let's have your way with him, to follow through with everything he so deeply desires.

It’s simple. He will die.

You will kill him.

And although his very being aches for him to stay, the pleasure flowing through him and the deep hunger that claws at his mind that tries to make him forget, he cannot.

As if wandering blind in the desert, his eyes shoot open, and for the first time he can finally see. The fog of his own desire lifting, a cage he was so deeply trapped in that he almost began to embrace willingly.

Except that he will not.

He will not let you have him. He will not succumb to you, die just as the others before him had. Be remembered or forgotten as simply a sacrifice, and nothing else. He is more than that.

Besides, there are far greater matters at stake here.

Thus, he allows a glimpse of latin to fall from his lips.

“Videte mortales ipsum,” he whispers softly. “Take a look upon my mortal self.”

Briefly pulling away from the many dark marks you’ve already left upon his neck, you raise an eyebrow. “What are you doing?” You ask in an accusatory tone, but Seonghwa simply smiles at this.

“Worshipping you,” he answers without missing a beat, and after a moment, the grin that had settled onto your lips returns, and Seonghwa internally sighs with relief. Good.

“Videte mortales ipsum,” he repeats again,  his next breath shaky as you once again return to your pursuit against his neck.

“Testis ens ultra hanc planitiem terrestrem,” he continues, letting his hands gently run down your figure, before settling against your inner thigh. “Having witnessed a being beyond this earthly plain.”

You let out your own shaky breath as his hand squeezes, a teasing gesture that even a goddess doesn’t seem to be immune to.

“Elementa universi, ad voluntatem meam flecte,” he continues, his other hand rising up to gently hold the back of your neck. “Elements of the universe, bend to my will.”

He physically feels as your eyebrows furrow at the statement, as if noticing the slight change of tone.

He should really get this over with quickly.

“Sigillum hoc ens intra antra parietum,” he continues, allowing the grip on the back of your neck to hold a little firmer. “Seal this being within the cave’s walls,”

At this you fully pull away from his neck, and when your eyes meet his own, they are nestled into a scowl. “Seong-” you begin, but he cuts you off by crashing his lips into your own.

When he speaks, it’s into your mouth. “Donec dimissionem praecipiam,” he says, the world's muffled but understandable. “Until I command its release.”

As the words leave his tongue, his hands shoot upwards from their place along your inner thigh. Settling themselves along the conjunction between your chest and collarbone, he gives you both a sudden and firm push backwards. Immediately losing your balance, you tumble from your seated position along his thighs, head making contact with the cave’s floor before the rest of your back follows suit.

Seonghwa isn’t sure if a goddess is capable of feeling pain, but based on the groan you let out - accompanied by a hand drifting up to rub the afflicted part of your head - it seems a safe assumption that at least in this form, you can.

Using the opportunity to jump to his feet, the historian is rushing towards the cave’s exit before his brain can contemplate any decision otherwise.

Your own gaze shooting upwards after him, he only spares himself a singular glance over his shoulder to meet your eyes, which are overflowing with both fury and betrayal. But even more than that, rejection.

He’s not sure how many men nor women have succeeded in overcoming your advances, the desire filling these subjects in your presence near insurmountable. However, based on the look of utter shock that crosses your features, with eyes as wide as saucers and mouth drawn into a vicious sneer, he can assume it’s been very few.

Fortunately for him, he has another desire that burns equally as fierce. The realization of an opportunity having dawned on him, if only he is daunting enough to reach for it.

And as the current situation unfolds, he is, in fact, daunting enough.

He hears as you manage to rush to your own feet, the sound of footsteps following as you begin to take off after him. Although faster than he’d originally expected, your late start also places you a solid few paces behind.

“Don’t even think about it!” You shout, yet for the first time, the statement appears to be less of a command and more so a nervous and worried plea.

It makes him almost feel guilty for what he’s about to do.

Almost.

Breaking through the cave’s exit, he’s sure to quickly drag his foot across the opening, creating a messy line in the dirt and rocks that stretches from one side of the cave’s entrance to the other.  

“No!” You all but screech, lunging forward with an arm outstretched, although you don’t stand a chance at reaching him in time. He knows this, and he’s certain that you do just as well.

“Sub hac vocatione flectatur,” he whispers, the final piece of his incantation. “May it bend under this call.”

These spoken words are a sort of spell he’d stumbled upon within one of his many readings. One that Hongjoong had encouraged him to memorize amongst many others, stating that they may someday prove to be of importance.

He’s certain that of all the different ways Hongjoong may have imagined this importance to manifest, this never could have been one of them. If it was, Seonghwa certainly would have called him delusional, although that seems rather unfair in hindsight.

Eccentric, sure. A tad monstrous for manipulating Seonghwa into nearly sacrificing himself, certainly.

However, he can no longer label the man insane for worshipping such an ancient religion. After all, he was ultimately correct. Perhaps he died satisfied then, knowing that in the end, everything he had done had a purpose.

Then again, based on the state of the cult leader’s corpse, Seonghwa doubts this is the case.

Funny, how things work out.

Having caught up to the historian, you reach forward to grab hold of him, surely for far less desirable reasons than prior. Far more painful, gruesome, and vengeful ideas within your mind, if Seonghwa had to take a guess.

You, however, don’t get the chance to do much of anything to him at all. Hand reaching out to grab his collar, you instead find that you cannot reach anything beyond the cave’s entrance.

As if running straight into a wall - although any such barrier is entirely invisible - your palm presses up flat against the transparent barricade, gaze flying upwards in panic. Trapped.

Now this is surely something a goddess does not experience everyday, and it fills Seonghwa with a strange sort of pride.

In a way, he’s better than the other cultists. With a stronger willpower, both under the first trial as well as the second, as well as far more cunning and quick on his feet.

He can’t help but feel like he’s earned this. That he deserves it, even as slightly fucked up that may be.

“Let me out,” you demand, before pounding a fist against the barrier, which does little to nothing in protest. Proceeding to pound again, you receive equally as dull of a response, causing you to let out a frustrated growl of annoyance.

Seonghwa simply chuckles at this, beginning to redo each of the buttons along his shirt. “Couldn’t even if I wanted to,” he replies, and it’s true. While he may have begrudgingly memorized the trapping incantation under Hongjoong’s advising, he by no means made further efforts to search for a reversal curse. The odds of ever needing the first one already having felt ridiculous and close to none.

“You pathetic, loathsome, beniving little-” you begin, but the historian doesn’t grant you the chance to finish.

“Relax,” he says easily, granting a soft smile. “I’ll search for the reversal incantation as soon as I’m finished.”

Narrowing your eyes at the historian, you cross your arms, sizing him up and down. When you speak, your tone is less angry and more calculated, curious. “Finished with what, exactly?”

Seonghwa pauses for a moment, the soft smile slowly transforming, twisting into a menacing grin.

“With my study,” he answers simply.

Because really, an opportunity has shown itself here. An opportunity brewn for him alone, something that other scholars could only imagine, something to wish for in their wildest of dreams.

He thought he’d previously lucked out to be able to walk with an ancient society as one of their own. That although risky and what turned out to be a dangerous ploy, it was an opportunity too good to possibly give up.

It seems an even better opportunity has presented itself, to not only walk with an ancient society, but to study one of the very deities they worshipped.

Perhaps his luck has doubled, if he says so himself.

“You wouldn’t dare,” you say, leaning in as close as the barrier will allow.

But you both know the truth. He would dare, and he will.

After he finishes redoing the final button on his shirt, he shrugs. Meeting your eyes lazily, any sense of urgency seemingly begotten to him. “I’ll figure out the body situation sometime within the next few days, for now you might as well enjoy the company.”

He turns on his heel and away from the cave, taking the first step of his journey back towards his office. To grab his journals and texts, all his past study notes as well as fresh notebooks as there will certainly be new material.

“Where do you think you’re going?” You call out to him, tone slightly frantic.

“My study,” he answers simply, and he hears you let out a noise of annoyance.

“You can’t just leave me here!”

When he doesn’t respond, now far off enough that you have to shout, you try again. “You will not leave me here.”

But your voice can no longer command him the way it had in the beginning, not in this earthly form, and certainly not under this damn spell.

He’s beaten you. This mortal, this lesser pathetic man, has beaten you. Somehow, he’s won.

It’s something that has never happened before. In the entire existence of your being, centuries of tricking mortals, allowing them to give themselves to you, letting your toxin run through their veins, never has one bested you. Ever.

And you’ve never stopped to think what might happen to such a mortal should they overcome your advances. Should they prove stronger than you thought possible, what might happen to such a being, now that it is your toxin that runs through their veins?

What might become of them?

You don’t know, and for what you can only label as the first time, a glimpse of true terror runs through your veins. Such a human emotion.

And from beyond your line line of sight, Seonghwa grins as if he can feel that little glimpse of terror, like a strange pulse from within his palm.

The black liquid that has replaced his blood is still dripping from his carven wound, dribbling between his fingers.

He feels calm. Amongst it all, he feels so oddly calm. Fear and anxiety so far away, like a memory he cannot recall.

Such human emotions.

Glancing down at the wound, he rolls his eyes as it continues to drip endlessly. Bringing it up to his mouth, he licks it clean, and the venom is sweet on his tongue. Like a fruit he isn’t sure he’s ever tasted before, sugary and sweet, lacking any of the metallicness his blood once had. The chemical, liveliness to it having disappeared entirely.

Seonghwa smiles.

He has work to do.

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[hahafixon]

2:03 AM ~ *Park Seonghwa*

Summary: All you want to do is ride your boyfriend’s motorcycle. But he’s late. And you’re not happy about that!

Pairing: Park Seonghwa X G/N!Reader

Genre: Suggestive-ish Timestamp

Word Count: 361

Warning: Suggestive, make out session, swear words

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He was late and you were not happy. It was getting colder the longer you waited and you were ready to call it a night and climb back into bed. But a small part of you still hoped that he would come.

Something hit your window and you had half a mind to ignore it. But it was a persistent clinking against the glass. With a disgruntled sigh, you got up from your desk and opened your bedroom window, just barely missing another small rock aimed for the window. You frowned at the figure in your backyard.

“Romeo, Romeo. Wherefore art thou, Romeo?” You called out, faking a forlorn voice.

Seonghwa growled. “Quit your romantic crap and get down here.”

“No, I’d rather not.” You shot back, miffed.

“And why not?” He hissed through gritted teeth.

You folded your arms over your chest. “Well for one thing, you’re late. For another, it’s cold out. I don’t think I want to sneak out of my nice warm bed to go gallivanting with a boy who doesn’t even care about me to show up on time in the freezing cold night.”

He groaned. “Fine. I’m sorry. Now will you get down here?”

“I don’t know…”

Looking away, he muttered, “Please, will you come down?”

You leaned out of your window with a shit eating grin. “I’m sorry what did you say?”

“I know you heard me!” He snapped.

“Fine, fine.” And with that, you climbed out of your bedroom window and down into the backyard.

As soon as you were within arms reach, he pulled you close and smashed his lips against yours. You hungrily attacked back, pulling him tighter against your body. You let his hands roam your body as you let your own slip up his shirt. He groaned into the kiss as things got hot and heavy. However, you didn’t come out here for a middle school makeout session.

Pulling away, you started to head towards the front of the house. “C’mon! I came out here to ride your motorcycle! So let’s go for a ride!”

He grumbled under his breath, “Never thought my bike would be a cock block.”

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[atztons]

4:11am

seonghwa x female reader

warning(s): suggestive

seonghwa sits you on the kitchen counter, slightly spreading your legs so he can stand in between them. "so, what do you want?” you ask, quietly. "you," seonghwa rasps as he slowly leans in closer to your face. "i want you." his low, raspy voice is music to your ears. you latch on to his arms to pull him closer and that's when both your lips touch.

seonghwa’s soft lips brushes over yours as you’re kissing eachother. as soon as he tilts his head to one side, his tongue begins to enter your mouth and you wrap your arms around him to deepen the kiss. your tongues dance as seonghwa grabs your thighs to pull you closer so it gives you the opportunity to kiss him deeper and to grind against him.

as you two are still engaging in your steamy make out session, seonghwa then nips on your lower lip, causing you to silently moan. he then unbuttons his shirt that you are wearing and he takes it off, throwing it to the other side of the room. breaking the kiss, he then stares at your lingerie, thinking about taking it off. “you’re so fucking hot.” he whispers. you bite your lip and he crashes his lips into yours once more.

a/n: hello here’s another drabble lol

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[agustdiv1ne]

hihi congrats on 2k !!! 🥰 i’d like to request, if you don’t mind <3 seonghwa, (if you can) etl + suggestive, and the colour : #bd4041 !! thank you !!

thank you hun!! ♡ sorry for taking 80 billion years to write this :,)

wc: 635

warnings: steamy office makeout sesh yes, that is all <3

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you find that the best part of your work day is lunch time. it's a break from your infuriatingly incompetent co-workers, a perfect time to recharge and stuff your face.

it is also your designated time of the day to scream in your car about how park seonghwa is the bane of your existence.

there’s just something about the man that irks you, that crawls under your skin like a pesky little insect. perhaps it’s the way he sucks up to the higher-ups in order to get ahead of the rest of your co-workers, or the way that he takes on more work without a peep of complaint. perhaps it’s his infuriatingly perfect face, his plush lips that curl into a smug smirk every time he catches your eye, his tongue that pokes out that you could only imagine feeling in places that must remain unspoken…

not the fucking time, you admonish yourself.

you get up from your chair, walking from your cramped cubicle to the break room. the pad thai that you had made the night prior is calling your name. yet, when you open the fridge, your lunch is nowhere to be found. you think about if you accidentally left it at home this morning but no, you vividly remember putting it into the fridge before you poured yourself a cup of coffee, seonghwa bumping your shoulder as you walked out of the room. you glared at him while he simply grinned at you, and no one else had seen you put your lunch in the fridge and — wait. seonghwa is the only one who had seen you put your lunch in the fridge.

"i swear to god if you're the one who stole my lunch, i will rip you limb from limb," you hiss as you stalk over to his cubicle, where seonghwa is, coincidentally, also on his break. it's almost comical, the way he pauses, wide-eyed, with a forkful of pad thai — your pad thai — poised before his plush lips.

your jaw drops in shock. “what the fu-”

“shhh!” he scrambles up to slap a hand over your mouth. “don’t be so loud!”

“don’t be so loud? don’t be so loud? you stole my lunch!” you whisper-yell in his face. he exasperatedly sighs  before he pulls you into a nearby meeting room. as soon as the door clicks shut, you’re back to ranting. “what is your problem, huh? i know we don’t usually get along, but to eat my fucking food? really?”

you’ve moved closer to him as you spoke, something that you finally notice when you’re finally nose-to-nose with him and he’s pressed up against the door. you freeze. he doesn’t speak, doesn’t try his usual borderline-flirty comments that grate against your nerves. instead, his eyes flick back and forth between your lips and your eyes. something changes in the air at that moment, and you release a shuddering breath.

“you’re infuriating, y’know that?” you whisper. his lips twitch up briefly.

“yeah, but you seem to like it. gets your attention, doesn’t it?” he leans closer — if that’s even possible — and you suddenly feel incredibly small, miniscule, under his heavy gaze.

his thumb comes up to rub against your cheek. “i’m right, aren’t i?”

and you crumble.

lips meet lips in the dim meeting room, his hands finding your waist, your hips, tangled in your perfectly-pinned hair. you emit a quiet whimper into his mouth when he bites down on your lip, your thighs rubbing together beneath your skirt.

you pull away to catch your breath, and when you meet his eyes once more, he’s staring.

“you still owe me food,” you pant.

he laughs. “i knew you would say that. after work?”

you nod, a smile stretching your lips, before your expression suddenly drops.

“you screwed up my hair!”

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[dootiexcupcake]

prof hwa imagine

Warnings: 18+ (nothing wildly inappropriate happens but im tagging just in case), suggestive, teacher x student

this was a dumb "collage professor Seonghwa" prompt i wrote for my friends about seonghwa a while ago lol

!everyone depicted in this work is of age and are consenting adults!

• “miss y/n, do you mind staying after class for a moment please?” Your English professor called out to you from his desk

• you stop in your tracks and make your way over to him, waving your friends off, ignoring their childish giggles

• “sure professor, is everything ok?” You say, soft voice echoing through the now empty collage classroom

• you take a seat in the chair across from his desk

• The older man lets out a small chuckle, “mmh, you don’t have to call me professor right now. It’s after hours, just call me ,Seonghwa, ok?” He suggests, his tone now lighthearted as he smiles warmly at you from the other side of the table

• you feel butterflies roam about in your stomach as you avert your gaze from his, that smile could knock you out at any second.

• “uhm, yeah ok…s-Seonghwa..?” Feeling weird just saying his first name

• Seonghwa let’s out a breathy laugh

• “oh, you are just so adorable, you know that?”

• “well, the reason why I wanted you to stay is because I want to discuss your grades.” He states

• you swear you just got whiplash, did he just call you..cute??? Maybe you’re just hearing things…

• shaking your head to clear any thoughts, you finally speak up

• “wh-oh! Is that so?” You stutter out, still trying to recover from his comment that your not even sure he said, and now trying to focus on your academics

• “Yes now, don’t be surprised by this but, you are doing excellent in this class! You’re one of my top students, you should be proud!” Seonghwa beams at you

• you raise your eyebrows in shock at his statement

• “o-oh really? Oh wow, thank you prof-Seonghwa.” Nice one y/n…nice one.

• The man just smirks at you, something almost devious about it as he tilts his head to the side, blonde tresses falling in his eyes 

• “But I have been noticing you’ve been a bit distracted lately.” He began bluntly

• you blinked in surprise

• he rises from his chair and stalks over to the one your seated in

• “is there something,” he begins slowly, dragging out every word

• he stands behind your chair and let’s his slender fingers glide across the wooden back of the chair, mere inches away from your neck

• “distracting you, y/n?” He says lowly into your ear

• you shudder

• “uhm, yes!” You stupidly blurt out with out thinking

• Seonghwa smirks again as his hand trails from the back of the chair to your shoulder, squeezing lightly

• “oh? Is that so?” He asks

• “well,” he starts, breath ghosting on your skin as he nibbles on your ear 

• letting out a deep chuckle 

• “having distractions are no good, now are they?”

• “tell me what’s distracting you, darling.” Seonghwa insist, hand finding purchase on your neck as he kisses your jaw

• “uhm..wh-ah- I cant tell you” you gasp out

• “it’s fine, you can tell me if it’s *someone* instead of *something*” he presses

• God, he is not going to let up on this, and your not sure how much more of this you can take

• “it uh..mh. It is someone.” You say

• well…this is a start

• “who is it?” He asserted. No longer asking questions. Demanding answers

• “pr-professor I can’t tell you, it’s so embarrassing.” You begged 

• unsatisfied with your answer the man straightens up and walks back over to his chair

• leaving you a quivering mess

• sitting back in his chair he folds his hands on the desk. Face stone cold

• “this little problem with *never* be solved if you don’t *tell me* what’s going on, y/n. You know this, right?” He affirmed 

• you hung your head low

• “y-yes. I know.”

• “then why don’t you answer the question?”

• “s’you.” You mumbled 

• “what was that?” Seonghwa asked as he quirked his eyebrow up

• “nothing!” You quickly say as you stand from your chair

• “uh I said n-nothing!” 

• you both stare at each other for a moment

• Seonghwa finally gets up from his chair and walks over to you

• stepping dangerously close to you

• hand resting back on your neck

• “Speak. Up.” he growls in your ear 

• “you..I-I said it’s you who’s distracting me!” You exclaimed 

• “ah..now was that so hard to say, darling?” He murmured, his free hand giving your thigh a squeeze 

• “how am I distracting you?” He ask as he goes for your neck, leaving marks and bruises that will definitely show for days

• “ah-ah! Just everything about you is s-so distracting!” You babble out

• “yeah, like what?”

• “tell your professor what he does to distract y-“

• a knock interrupts the both of you

• giving each other an annoyed glance, Seonghwa clears his throat 

• “yes?” Seonghwas voice echos as he tries to sound as put together as possible 

• “hey, uh I got a few questions about the test for tomorrow, are you free?” You hear a male voice from the other side of the door

• your shoulders slump as you let out a sigh

• “Hwa, I told you to put the ‘out of office’ sign on your door.” You roll your eyes as you pull away from the man

• Seonghwa whines in response 

• “mmmh! Baby, I forgot I’m sorry!” He hurriedly says trying to pull you back in

• you give him a look that he knows all to well and decides to back off

• as cute as you are when your mad, he’s not in the best position to indulge in you

• speaking of that

• “u-uh Wooyoung, give me a second! I’ll be right with you!” Seonghwa says as he straightens himself up

• “hey!” He whispers

• “dinner is on me tonight, I promise.” He says to you with a wink

• “it better be.” You say as you give him a peck on the lips

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[21:41] Seonghwa x fem!reader, suggestive, fluff, make-out session, originally posted on April 3rd, 2021

The house was filled with music, snacks, drinks and other incoherent noises, their source being mainly Wooyoung. The Ateez members decided to throw a party to celebrate Seonghwa’s birthday, who was turning 23 (24 in Korean age). Of course, you were invited as well, but you couldn’t help the constant heartbeat you were experiencing ever since you stepped foot in their dorm.

You see, being friends with one of your favorite groups had its perks, one of them being the never-ending fun and chaos. But it can also have a lot of downsides - especially if you have a huge ass crush on the oldest member. But you truly couldn’t help it, simply because Park Seonghwa was mesmerizing: his warm almond eyes, his lithe physique and long legs, his smooth, golden skin, combined with his caring personality and powerful yet gentlemanly aura made your heart melt and your stomach fill with butterflies.

You weren’t in the house for a long time and you were already a bit overwhelmed by the loud, chaotic signature energy of your friends, so you decided to go outside in the balcony for a breather. The chilly breeze hit your face and you instantly felt somewhat rejuvenated. Your beer-filled cup was now half empty as you mindlessly stirred it within your hand. As time was passing by, you started feeling rather cold, since you were wearing a sleeveless top and a black skirt underneath and you didn’t really bother taking a jacket with you, apparently fooled by the previously warm weather.

As soon as you started rubbing your arms up and down to warm yourself up, you feel a leather jacket being draped on your shoulders. The familiar scent of musk hits your nostrils and you turn around to see Seonghwa smiling at you ever so softly. He was wearing a simple white t-shirt, ripped black jeans and a pair of black shoes, his black hair styled in half bangs, his undercut exposed. How can someone look so ravishing in such a simple attire?, you think to yourself.

“Overwhelmed by the atmosphere?”, Seonghwa asks and you nod sheepishly. “A little bit, yeah. But then again, that’s what makes you special”. “That is true” he laughs, flashing his pearly whites. “Why are you here though? You’re the birthday boy, you should be celebrating with your members” you state as a matter of fact. “I didn’t see you inside and I figured you might have been here. Do you want me to go inside? I-I mean you might want to be alone”, he asks, the nervousness visible in his voice. “No!” you step forward and Seonghwa’s eyes shoot up, “I mean, I want you to stay here…w-with me” you stutter and he smiles once again. “Good. Because there’s something I’ve wanted to tell you for a long time now and this is the perfect chance” he says, his confidence rising back up. He takes a step closer and your breath hitches in your throat. “Y/N, I’ve liked you ever since I set my eyes on you. You’re one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever met in my entire life, from the inside out”, he whispers and cups your face with his hands. He opens his mouth to speak again, but you cut him off by smashing your lips on his own.

In a split second, you felt his soft lips moving against yours ferociously, his wet tongue slipping in your mouth, asserting his dominance. You wrapped your hands around his neck and his hands started caressing your waist, slyly dipping down to your thighs. “Hwa…” you mewl softly, “I know, baby, I know” he whispers and your eyes meet his dark, lust-filled gaze. “Wanna take this somewhere else?” he smirks and raises an eyebrow sneakily and you smirk back.

“Who am I to say no to the birthday boy?”.

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[atinysunbaby]

⌛Ateez Matz unit reaction to skinship⌛

- Park Seonghwa, Kim Hongjoong

Warnings : Suggestive, don't read if uncomfortable.

💖Park Seonghwa💖

Since the first day of your relationship, Seonghwa has always been the one to initiate skinship and he's even the one who asked you out. It makes him feel a bit insecure sometimes, because endless worries go through his mind. He wishes you would be clingy and show your love in a way that makes him feel special. He's scared that you don't love him as much as you let it appear and that it's never going to change.

You're shocked to find him outside your apartment during one of his work days, but the first thing he mentions while entering is that he took a day off to come see you. You lead the way inside, getting him a drink and laying out a few of his favorite snacks on the coffee table for him to enjoy.

He starts the conversation and you can see his eyes brimming with tears, voice unsteady. The moment the words come out of his mouth, he bursts out crying. He wanted to confront you and admit that he wants more physical affection from you, but he must be too overwhelmed. It surprises the both of you, but Seonghwa is confused more than anything.

"I don't know why I'm crying." You can't resist his adorable scrunched up face, eyes shining with salty waterfalls and pouty lips. Your instincts take over and you hurry to straddle his laps, tightening your arms around his neck and kissing away his tears before pecking the rest of his face and he starts humming contentedly.

"You must have been so worried. You didn't even know how much it affected you. My poor baby." Seonghwa beams with delight, eyes closing in satisfaction as you continue your ravage on his skin. You hear a few whimpers while leaving hickeys all over his jaw, neck and collarbone. The more you touch him, the redder he gets.

When you finally pull away, admiring your artwork, you fail to notice the flustered expression on your boyfriend's face, but you can't help giggling as you look up. His eyes are dazed and he looks absolutely gone in his own world, it seems almost too complicated for him to gain back his senses.

"Are you with me baby?" He nods dumbly, watching you with adoration, but not being able to utter a word. From then on, you always take the time to show him how much he means to you and he certainly loves every second of it.

💙Kim Hongjoong💙

Hongjoong doesn't like skinship. No, actually he does, but only when it's you. He won't admit it though, especially not in front of other people. At first you figured he would prefer if you didn't try anything, but still make sure to get a few hugs and kisses here and there, because you personally like it.

When you don't give him any type of physical affection, it almost pains him. Until one day he can't take it and ends up accidentally admitting that he craves for your touch. "Come sit here."

Getting ready to watch a movie with him and the rest of ateez, he pat his thighs for you to sit on and it doesn't even register in his mind that he is 'supposed' to hate it. You hesitate for a minute, wondering if he really means it or if he made a joke, but you see the realization on his face and notice that he doesn't back down from his request.

"You comfortable?" You nod and turn sideways to analyse his expression. He wears a satisfied smirk and the hands squeezing your waist lets you know that he enjoys it as much as you do.

Some of the boys decide to start teasing him, swearing that they knew he was whore for your touch and Hongjoong retaliates, clearly bothered by their words. It goes on for a while and you get tired of them being little shits. "Hongjoong?"

His attention is on you almost at the speed of light and it only acts as gasoline on the fire, snickers filling the room followed by Seonghwa scolding his kids and Hongjoong flipping them off angrily.

You feel him shift underneath you and see how bothered he looks, which upsets you too. Hoping to make his mood better, with your hands on both sides of his jaw, you lift his head up and initiate a rather intense kiss.

The second your lips touch, it's dead silent and you can imagine the shock on their faces, the thought riling you up even more. You wanted them to be speechless and it worked, but your main priority is and always will be your boyfriend, who is getting more agitated as time passes.

He's getting bolder, forgetting about the small public you have and you hate to put a stop to his new found hunger, but it's better to continue somewhere else. Pulling away, a trail of saliva connects from your tongues and you press your lips one last time against his to break it.

He's breathing heavily and you both chuckle lightly before turning to face the seven dumbfounded men. There's a certain tension in the air and you feel proud to be the one who made it happen. "You coming Hongjoong? I want you inside of me."

Your boyfriend confidently stands up to grab your hand, leading the way to his room and ignoring the wide eyes and gapping mouths of his bandmates.

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[aclowntiny]

hiiii, can we get some headcannons on the ateez members (and/or svt👁️) on how they do aftercare please!! congrats on 800🎉🎉🎉

Of course babe ☺️ I can sure try though I have no experience in this area 😂😘 warnings: suggestive after the cut obviously 😆 but this is going to be nothing explicit because no full smut hehe this is just a mess of thoughts omg sorry in advance

Ateez + Aftercare

Hongjoong

♡ “That was amazing. You did great, my love.” Now that you’re a blushing mess, get ready to get pulled into his chest for an embrace

♡ You can hear his heartbeat, feel his exhale of comfort as he holds you close, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Let’s get in the shower before we get too comfortable, yeah?” Chuckles at the feeling of your nod against him contrasting with the way you snuggle in, teasingly pulling you up with him.

♡ Just...grins at you giddily as you step in together, almost frozen for a moment as he takes you in, eyes trailing up and down before he kisses you

♡ Almost reverent in his care as his hands brush your skin and he asks if anything he's doing hurts, so careful and yet he can't help the teasing giggles that escape him at the question, his head falling against your shoulder

♡ He has the softest clothes all ready for you, just say the word

♡ Will not go a single night like this without telling you that you're his and he's grateful for that forever (call him yours right back and he melts)

Seonghwa

♡ Oh it is bath time for sure

♡ We all know this man likes to keep clean but also??? Taking a bath together like that is so romantic to him omg. Candles and extra scents for the water are a must. Flower petals optional depending on how much prior planning time Seonghwa had

♡ Carries you bridal style to the tub every time

♡ Once you’ve sunk into the warm water, he also gives you a massage in case you’re sore anywhere, pressing light kisses to your cheek and neck as his hands work gently

♡ Just like during…er, before 🫣🤭…Seonghwa checks up on you a lot, his voice in your ear softly asking if you feel ok, if you want anything

♡ Because honestly? At this point he’d probably lasso down the moon for you 🤷🏻‍♀️ but even if you say you’re good, he’s so caring he’ll probably try to feed you anyway, like “but we should probably eat something, it’ll be good for our strength you know”. Just makes him happy to see you go along with it, so he cheers for you eating well 👏🏻

Yunho

♡ Step one: grabbing you and pressing tons of kisses to your face the moment y’all are done

♡ Step two: he’s flexible, so Yunho straight-up asks what you want and need, like if you want to stay there, shower, etc. He’ll do whatever you wanna do :)

♡ A shower fan though tbh. Because then he can stand behind you as the water warms, holding you close with his arms around your waist and swaying lightly

♡ Full shower too! You’ll get the whole spa experience while he’s feeling so clingy too, like his hands so perfectly lathering your hair and massaging your scalp before moving down to body wash, going soft and slow like you’re royalty

♡ Lays you back down before going to get you water and any snacks you request too!!! The mix of tenderness and almost wicked pride in his look as he drapes your body back onto the bed is enough to have you blushing

♡ When you sit up, habit has you pulling the sheets up around you, but Yunho chuckles and slides them back down. “There’s no need to feel like hiding anymore, remember?” His words have you blushing again, like how does he balance the sweet and cocky like that it’s truly a mystery

Yeosang

♡ "Here, let's get you cleaned off." *opens nightstand drawer and inexplicably produces a washcloth*

♡ Heart eyes melt into laughter when you in your amusement tease him, asking him what else is in there as he so gently gets you sorted out

♡ Soon you’re both laying side by side just lazily chatting and laughing, both of your heads turned upon the pillows to look each other in the eyes and Yeosang’s hand joined with yours between you two

♡ “So, uh, I don’t think we’ll fall asleep soon…wanna watch some cartoons for a bit?”

♡ You guys cuddle and watch something cute and fluffy 🥹 but Yeosang’s such a tease even during that he’s like “wow, crazy to think in a moment like this what we were just doing huh 😏”

♡ But all in all he stays soft, hand creeping back to yours and eyes barely leaving you even with the show on. When your lashes start to flutter sleepily, he smiles and sings you a lullaby

San

♡ Sorry, you’re probably not leaving the bed with this one at least not if he gets his way

♡ San personifies the phrase ‘stuck like glue’ after a night like you guys just had, his body pressed as close as he can get as his hands gently caress your sides

♡ Such naturally melts into a massage, his hands digging in a little tighter to relieve any tension you might have left

♡ Every word that falls from his lips is praise, praise for your beauty, how you make him feel, endless ways to tell you he loves you

♡ If you really want to wash up, he’ll pout and whine only to totally give in like he was planning to all along. Another member of the bath squad though it's way more intimate and romantic so bath >>> shower in San's eyes

♡ If you go to the Choi San school of aftercare otherwise if you stay laying in bed, he’ll just tuck you in and cozy up, down to doze off together or stay up and chat for hours, listening with his head propped up on his hand and stars in his eyes.

Mingi

♡ Smirks until he rolls over and sees the loving eyes you’re giving him, then immediately falls into a blushing mess

♡ Tells you how beautiful you are again and again, probably punctuating each statement with a kiss to some part of your body

♡ Is not going to be in the mood to get up and shower or anything unless you realllly want to, otherwise prepare to be bedbound! He lowkey forgets to do any care right away because he's so wrapped up in just looking at you like you're the biggest jackpot he's ever won

♡ Then suddenly you see his eyes widen as he remembers all the stuff he got, like this really relaxing massage oil that’s supposed to make your muscles feel great after use and y’all got in some use. “Mingi, are you trying to go for round two?” “Maaaybeeee…” You smack his shoulder lightly at the teasing expression, shaking your head and giggling. “Ow! I was just kidding! 🥺”

♡ His other favorite thing to do is after that, grabbing you something fresh to throw on from the nearby dresser AKA one of his shirts. Always.

♡ Sorry, when you cozy back up Mingi WILL be big spoon. Fight him if you must, but you will likely lose 🤷🏻‍♀️

Wooyoung

♡ Did somebody say pillow talk??? Because I did

♡ Literally you guys could be as spent as anything and this man will still be a chatterbox after, his hand drawing circles on your arms or chest as he goes on about how he likes that new jacket of yours or if aliens exist or what color your walls should be if you guys bought a house together

♡ After a while he’s sort of like oh shit wait do you want to shower or anything??? And you’re just like yeah sure

♡ So he leads you by the hand into the shower, feeling the water with his hand first to make sure it’s exactly how you like it 🥺

♡ Incredibly touchy-feely in the shower, but this time very softly, turning you around as if twirling you in a dance and admiring you as he lathers you up super gently

♡ You want a snack later? MAKES YOU SOMETHING BY HAND. King behavior for sure

Jongho

♡ After such times, this is when Jongho really likes to hold you close. For him, such a bond as you've shared takes trust, love, and he’s honored you both feel ready to share all of each other like that

♡ Likes to just stay like that for some time, just breathing in the closeness as his hand runs up and down your back

♡ You whisper sweet nothings to each other, things Jongho doesn't usually speak, things maybe you don't say often as you could, as you lay on his chest. Feeling extra soft, he likes to close the little gap between you two, gently rubbing his nose against yours

♡ One of you ends up dropping some dumb joke you guys share and then you're giggling again, Jongho wrapping his arm all the way around you to keep you from falling off him

♡ "Let me know when you're ready to shower," he tells you after you guys calm down. "We have to shower?" You whine. "Of course we do. Proper hygiene." He presses a kiss to your lips. "Come on."

♡ The other one who physically carries you into the shower especially if you keep whining about it because nope, you're not getting away with it even if you are that cute. His words, not yours. Shakes his head at you with exasperation if you kick up a fuss, just sets you down with more giggles if you don't. Either way, though, he's so giving he starts showering both of you and you're like oh no you don't and that's how you end up pampering him back 🩷

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[atinycafe]

warning: suggestive

"come on baby, just get on the bike, i won't go fast, pretty, i promise you," you gaze at your elder brother's closest friend, biker!seonghwa, who sits confidently on his motorbike, extending a gloved hand toward you.

"where's yeosang? i called him," you put emphasis on the last word. you shudder at a sudden rush of cold wind, and your bare thighs press together to supress the shivers. you miss how seonghwa's eyes rake over your body, eyebrows furrowed in a mix of worry and need. "what a tease," he thinks as his jaw clenches tight.

"yeosang's drunk," he states plainly, running a hand through his hair. "pretty, do you really wanna argue with me right now, you're on the verge of freezing, and i doubt you'll have the chance to utter the final word."

with your arms crossed before you, your glossy bottom lip protrudes slightly and you roll your eyes. it frustrates you to no end when things don't go according to your desires. you specifically dialed yeosang's number because you wanted him here. why does it always have to be seonghwa instead?

it's not that you feel uncomfortable around the man; it's just that he's the only one who refuses to indulge your every whim. he has a knack for hiding his true intentions beneath charming words, leaving your somewhat slow thought process in a state of bewilderment.

"it's okay 'm not cold," you lie, even though the chilly autumn breeze penetrates through your delicate baby pink dress, offering little protection. your petite white fur coat could offer more warmth if you were to fasten it, but that would obscure the view of your alluring cleavage and the exquisite necklace adorning your neck.

"c'me here," he commands, and you find yourself compelled to approach him with a slow stride. he removes one of his leather gloves and places it gently at the nape of your neck, just beneath your blonde extensions. drawing you closer, you can actually sense his gaze upon your face, despite the dark glasses he wears to shield himself from the wind while riding his bike., "what did i tell you about lies, huh? pretty girls don't use their pretty mouths to lie, do they now?" as his fingers exert a bit more pressure on the sides of your neck, a blush creeps onto your cheeks, accentuating the heavy blush on them, and you nod in response.

"words, pretty, i wanna hear your voice," he finally releases his grip, his hands shifting to secure your petite white vest, zipping it all the way to the top. his thumbs and index fingers rest on the zipper, while your attention remains captivated by the slight caress of his other fingers as they glide along your body while raising the zipper. the warmth of his touch sends tingles through your skin as his fingers delicately reach your breasts.

as you part your lips to respond, the words become lodged in your throat, leaving you feeling momentarily trapped beneath his penetrating gaze. a smirk graces his lips, as if he possesses the ability to decipher every notion swirling within your mind, amplifying the sensation of vulnerability in your thoughts.

"what's wrong, can't find your voice, my dumb girl?" as you feel a stirring sensation between your thighs, it becomes evident that this time it has nothing to do with the chilly weather when you squeeze your thighs together.

overwhelmed by the situation, you instinctively push him aside to reach for the helmet resting on his lap. determined to join him on the bike, you attempt to mount it from behind. however, you quickly realize it's not as simple as you anticipated. the heels you're wearing make it increasingly difficult, and the seat of the bike sits too high above the ground for you to easily get on.

"pretty girl needs a hand?" his voice carries a smug undertone that you can't help but notice. biting the inside of your cheek, you silently yearn for yeosang's presence, wishing he were there instead.

he gracefully dismounts the bike, showcasing his expertise, and even you can't deny the allure he exudes. as he approaches you, he firmly grasps your waist, effortlessly lifting you up and placing you on the bike. in response, a high-pitched squeal escapes your lips, causing you to instinctively hold your dress to prevent it from riding up too much. seonghwa chuckles at the sight, finding amusement in your reaction. climbing up behind you, he assists in securely fastening the helmet onto your head. the large, black helmet creates a somewhat comical contrast against your feminine attire.

he guides your hands, placing them on the bike's handles, while his touch smoothes over your cold thighs, eliciting goosebumps along your skin. he chuckles, clearly amused by your reaction. his hands venture a little higher, playfully squeezing your buttocks, causing you to jolt in your seat, which only widens his smile. finally, he repositions his hands to firmly grasp the handles beside yours, taking a moment to observe the disparity between your wrists. his own wrists are enveloped by his leather jacket, while yours adorn a multitude of shiny bracelets.

"be a good girl for me and hold on tightly, pretty."

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[yunhoszn]

alright babes you already know it's bro but sleep deprived

anyway we were talkin abt this in the dms but i think its time to share w the class

who in atz are briefs guys and who are boxers guys?

also i love you •3•

ateez & boxers v. briefs

erm mentions of underwear?,,,, extremely suggestive….. half of this makes no sense im high as shit typing this and my logic probably does not logic like i thought it did…

OKAY ok here we go

⟢ hongjoong likely wears boxers.. i feel like if he did one of those calvin klein ads, he’d wear the briefs for the bit but that’s about it. he seems like the type who likes the free-ness of them if that makes sense 😭

⟢ seonghwa. ok. i feel like he varies. i could def see him in boxers like… hovering over you, knees caging you in, his hair long enough that it wraps and curls around the base of his neck— i’m gonna stop talking about this— but i could also see him in that same calvin klein ad setting and i feel like he would look really good in some grey briefs…

⟢ yunho is fs a boxers guy. tbh i feel like most tall men are just cause they’re comfortable and most tall men are carrying very well endowed,,,, packages,,,, so yeah i think he would wear boxers, but not too loose. like they’re actually on the snugger side

⟢ yeosang is a briefs guy. u cannot convince me otherwise. (i’m imagining the jeremy allen white calvin klein ad) that’s how i imagine yeosang in briefs. like it just makes so much sense to me.

⟢ san…. i told u my thoughts on san. but i’m sharing with the class now <3 i think if this were inception era san, the answer would be boxers no questions asked. but current san, extremely built, shaped like a dorito san, the answer is obviously briefs. they hug his thighs and his ass just right… muscular men in briefs is a weakness…. a plague…

⟢ mingi is another obvious briefs choice. slightly dorito shaped, mingi is the exception to my ‘tall men wear boxers’ disclaimer from before. U cannot look at him and tell me he does Not wear briefs. then ur lying straight to my face. tell me u do not see this man being the ateez man who would Actually do the calvin klein ad.

⟢ wooyoung, i had to toss around with. but ultimately i think he’s a boxers guy. my conclusion is more of a technical analysis bc i was thinking about his style and the kind of clothes he wears, which are usually on the baggier side, so i’d think he prefers comfortability. and tbh boxers fit that whole vibe.

⟢ jongho is also a boxers guy no doubt. his wasn’t even a meticulous analysis or anything. i thought about it for one second and immediately came to the idea; ‘jongho wears boxers’. solely based on vibes. like look at him. once u see the vision, u just do and there’s no turning back. boxers guy.

(also hi i love YOU MORE!!!!! :3 hehe i got the last word so i win in terms of size of love)

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[tinyidle]

Vacay!teez and their Boyfriend Behavior

WARNING: suggestive fluff and smut (paragraph format), vague-yet-detailed nsfw descriptions, based on irl chuseok locations, fem reader, all fiction ofcofc

𝚜𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚠𝚊 - 𝚝𝚑𝚎 "𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚋" 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍

he's such a romantic, he's even confirmed it. he'll be around you-- just breathing sometimes, not even doing anything too special-- and you'd fall in love with him like you did the moment you laid your eyes on him. he told you this first, actually, and that alone made you fall even harder for him. so when you both took a trip around jinju for chuseok, seeing the sites and all, you wondered which site was the best to see. there was a noteslip tunnel, an underwater aquarium, a beautiful tunnel, and even more; yet all you could see at the end was how amazing your boyfriend looked. he, being the sweetheart he is, made you feel 10x more precious. when a girl looked over to see your boyfriend's handsome face, he'd hold onto your waist and leaned unto you, making the girl effectively turn away. the same goes for guys, but for guys he got even more protective, as if you were fragile glass that could shatter the moment eyes that weren't his landed on him or you. when the night would end, he'd make the sweetest of love to you, giving praise after praise after praise. all this while you blushed and did your best not to doubt yourself aloud, or else you know you'd be fucked into thinking highly of yourself (which was often).

𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚓𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚐 - 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍

having been invited to paris fashion week earlier in the year, your boyfriend couldn't turn down olivier's two other invitations for the ss24 collection for women and men. balmain has been an inspiring brand for him, and he couldn't wait to show you the fitting that staff had aligned for him to try. with each piece he wore, you became more and more enamored with the way your boyfriend looked as he posed in front of the full-length parisian mirror in the traditionally-vintage styled hotel room. afterwards, when all staff were out the door and the eiffel tower was lit outside, you and he cuddled into the king size bed, excited for the days to come. balmain red carpet and presentation came and went, and you applauded and congratulated your balmain prince each time with a public hug and semi-public kiss on the cheek. in private, however, in order to truly reward him without further tiring out the male, you would give him three options: (1) give him a blowjob, (2) cockwarm him, or (3) ride him. he'd ask for all three, and you'd happily give it to him in the proper succession (1, 3, and 2). he came with a smile on his face every. single. time.

𝚢𝚞𝚗𝚑𝚘 - 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍

tokyo never had better weather than now, and he knew that. he planned a solo trip, he really did; he just didn't expect you to show up. when you found out your boyfriend was in the same area you were to visit distant family, you just had to meet him and show him the sites. he was estatic that you were able to show him around farther than what his manager knew, and whenever you both had free time, you'd recommend this place and that station to the next place while showing him around. he took tons of pictures-- alot with you-- and kept the really aesthetic ones for instagram. in days when he wanted to slow down and enjoy more without worrying about picture-taking and souvenir-collecting, you and he would simply hold hands and walk around in the park exclusively for private couples. he joked about getting a love motel, to which you turned red in the face and smacked his shoulder, but you both knew that when you'd get to his hotel you'd be doing a lot more than just "love". positions upon positions, riding, doggy, legs up and folded, side-by-side, sitting up in a lotus position, until you both were drenched with sweat and cum.

𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 - 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚕 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍

your boyfriend loves going places, even around his local street. so for him to be able to go to london for chuseok was an opportunity that he wouldn't miss. because you also wanted to go and had the opportunity, you begged to tag along with him, to which he obviously agreed. you guys went everywhere together: the park had moments filled with you two holding hands and enjoying the grass, feeling the vibe of the local cafes, walking the academia-esque streets, and geeking out at the harry potter museum. he may have bought way too many wands for his own good, but hey, they were for the memories and gifts. there were times when your boyfriend would be sneaky and tease you semi-publicly. for some reason he knew how to get you frustrated without anyone around. you'd warn him that you'd get him at the hotel, and he'd respond by cheekily sticking his tongue out. once at the comfort of a huge bed, you'd get your revenge pretty quickly. even though you got a good few orgasms from him, and in reality he should be tired, the male still had enough stamina to please you before calling it quits for the night.

𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒 - 𝚝𝚑𝚎 "𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚕" 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍

it wasn't that he wanted to be completely lazy, but jeju was the city of relaxation. he needed it, and he needed you; put two and two together, and what do you get? you both have chuseok in the beautiful island area. he rented a beach hut, and the days were meant to be consisted of staring at the large sand stones and taking hikes here and there. you both spent time having from deep and meaningful conversations ('what's the point of living to pay taxes when taxes are made to help me live?') to very shallow and somewhat silly chats ('why can't money be printed at home?'). so many questions, so little answers. the area your boyfriend rented was devoid of any people, which made indecent acts very frequent amongst you two. exhibition would be the word, except that, with no human life outside, it'd mainly be considered semi-public sex. he ate you out on the swings, making himself dizzy, but making it memorable for the both of you. and skinny dipping was also a thing, even though it was mainly for harmless solo aquatic streaking and not to be frisky.

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[hwalilac]

Little Thing

⇴ pairing: park seonghwa x virgin!f!reader

⇴ genre: smut, fluff

⇴ words: 1.3k

⇴ warnings: reader is insecure, mentions of stretch marks, oral (f!receiving), unprotected, loss of virginity

⇴ a/n: this is a re-upload! feedback is accepted and welcome, I’d love to hear your thoughts on my work! if you’d like to be on my taglist, lmk. if you’d like to see more of my work, check out my masterlist!

“You’re just a cute little thing, aren’t you?” Seonghwa whispers in your ear.

-

You met each other at the local bar, moving it to your bedroom fairly quickly. It was a split second decision, not one you’ve ever made before, never bringing anyone home before. He was so pretty, like the prettiest man you’ve ever seen. His eyes were incredibly hypnotizing. You soon came to find out how his voice was too.

He led you in your apartment by your back, the prospect of what’s about to happen lingering in your mind. You’ve never had sex before. And honestly it’s scaring you how quickly you’re willing to give it up to him. Your body, your first time.

His hands were all over you the second you got to your bedroom, hands gripping your waist tightly, not wanting to let go. You bet he’s possessive. He pushes you into your room, you backing up towards the bed, sitting down. Now that you’re almost getting to the point, you’re starting to get a bit nervous. You didn’t wanna ruin the mood, but you also didn’t wanna withhold stuff.

“Seonghwa?” you ask quietly, your voice sounding so sweet to him. “Yes angel?” he smiles. You blush at the nickname.

“I’m a virgin.”

He looks at you with shock on his face, stunned that a virgin would want a one night stand. He’s never been the type to take advantage of someone, so he can’t help but ask if you’re okay with this. A part of him secretly wishes you say yes, as he’s dying to take you and make your sweet little face twist into one of pleasure and ecstasy.

You of course say yes, you wouldn’t dare pass up the opportunity to spend a night with him. “Lay down angel,” he quietly demands. You shakily lay down, letting out a quick breath you were holding in. He thinks it’s so cute how nervous you are. He won’t tell you that though, for fear your face would get even redder than it is now.

He stalks towards you, touching your thigh as soon as it’s in range of his cold hands. You shiver, the feeling startling you. You look up at the ceiling, waiting for him to touch you further. His other hand comes up to your shirt, sliding it under and squeezing your bare waist. He slowly pulls down your skirt, fingers dragging down your legs. You quickly pull off your shirt to help him out.

“Good girl.”

You look down at him to see his eyes looking to your thighs, then to your breasts, admiring your body. “Can I take these off?” he asks, putting his fingers into the band of your underwear. You blush but nod, looking anywhere but him.

His eyes immediately go to your core, fingers twitching to feel the obvious wetness twinkling from the moonlight. You look delectable, laying there all innocently, waiting for his next move. He leans down and just stares straight at your pussy. You can’t help but blush even harder, feeling quite exposed to him. “Seong-” you’re about to ask him what’s wrong when you feel him dive into your cunt.

The feeling is incredible. His warm tongue laps at your clit, sucking and making you moan so loud. You’ve never felt this before, and he’s so fucking good. You grip the sheets, pulling them into your fists. “Hwa,” you whimper. The nickname makes him groan into your cunt.

“You’re just a cute little thing, aren’t you?” Seonghwa whispers in your ear.

Seonghwa pumps his fingers in and out, slowly pushing out your wetness and dripping onto the sheets. “Gotta open you up for my fat fuckin’ cock baby. Don’t wanna hurt you.” He leans back and sees how fucked out you are. He can’t help but smirk, knowing he’s doing this to you, not anyone else.

He crawls onto the bed, hovering over your already sweaty body. “You’re so fucking cute, baby. All innocent for me. So good.” He looks down at your breasts, and he can’t help but rip them off. You gasp, him ripping your bra in half shocking you.

“Seonghwa that was brand new!” you yell, mouth agape. He laughs in his cute way before leaning down and sucking a bud into his mouth. Your mouth drops back open even wider this time. The feeling wasn’t as good as him on your cunt, but your body is so sensitive that even this feels so good.

You can’t help but reach up and grab his hair, holding him there. You would be too shy to do this if it weren’t for the good amount of alcohol in your blood. He travels his kisses up to your neck, licking and sucking, placing marks along with every kiss. He then travels his kisses back down your stomach, along your stretch marks.

“So pretty, so so beautiful,” he whispers against your skin. You fight the urge to tear up. You never thought a man would admire your marks like he is right now. He traces every mark, admiring and kissing each one of them.

He gets back up off the bed, and starts taking his pants off. “You have no idea how good I’m gonna make you feel, angel.” The way you’re looking at him with your doe eyes is making him weak, but also making him want to destroy you. Make you cum so hard that the neighbors will hear your screams and moans.

He lines up his hard, dripping with pre-cum cock to your tight hole, and checks to see if you’re ready. You nod, so eager to feel him. He pushes in, and your immediately groan at the shear size of him. It’s a little painful, but he soothes you by rubbing your arms up and down, kissing you neck as well.

He thrusts deeply, hitting a spot that makes you lunge forward, feeling so overwhelmed with pleasure that you can’t help but reach for him. You wrap your arms around him, pulling him close to you. You need something to ground you, because you think you might lose it.

He goes harder and harder, making the bed shake. The feeling is so hard to describe, as it’s nothing you’ve ever felt before. Pure pleasure. All you can think about is how good this feels. You try to voice to him that it feels amazing but all that can come out of your mouth is mumbles. “Aw, is my angel being fucked dumb by my big cock? You too dumb to speak?”

You’re so overwhelmed with everything happening, his cock slamming into you, his dirty works, his fingers on your nipples. You feel something warm in your stomach, something hurtling towards you at such a quick pace. “Hwa s-something feels w- ah- weird !!” you warn. But he doesn’t listen, he just keeps fucking you, moaning and groaning at every thrust.

You finally feel it, the sensation hitting you like a truck. You mouth drops open in a silent moan, your eyes leaking tears at how good it feels, overwhelming you. He quickly pulls out when you clench down on him, cumming on the sheets in between your legs.

“So good for me baby, what a good girl you are,” he praises again. He leans forward and kisses you, his lips so soft and sweet tasting. He goes to the bathroom and grabs a towel to start cleaning you up. As soon as your clean, he starts putting his boxers on.

You’re thinking he’s gonna leave you here, alone, which makes your heart drop. But you’re surprised when he turns around and jumps on the bed next you and helps get your bra and panties back on. He grabs your body and pulls you half onto him, making your your nice and cozy in his arms.

“You didn’t think I was gonna leave after taking your virginity and spending an amazing night with you? Did you?” he looks at you with the softest eyes. You nod, but smile, glad he’s staying.

“So… when’s our first date?”

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[matzprincess]

picture you (c.jh)

pairing: non idol!good boy!jongho + afab!reader

rating: suggestive (18+) minors dni!

trafoamp series

cw: non idol au, new relationship, confessing sexual feelings, suggestive, mentions of afab & amab masturbation, kissing, mentions of sexual thoughts (about amab oral & the reader’s afab body in feminine style clothes), lead up to sex

you felt so strongly about the handsome boy you were seeing, choi jongho. he was very handsome indeed, almost too good looking. he makes you feel happy, with all the cute dates you go on with him. you felt it was time to let him know your true desires. that you need him close, closer than the two of you had ever gotten before. you thought about him lots when he wasn’t around. at night you’d draw the blinds, light some candles and slip off the pretty nightgown you wore to touch yourself while thinking of him.

you had invited him over to your apartment one night while your roommates were out, it was the perfect time you thought as you applied your lipstick and finished your hair. after you finished getting ready, at precisely 7:00pm, just as planned over text, you heard your doorbell ring, it was him. you saw him through the peephole before opening the door. he looked perfect, his brown hair parted neatly down the center, his brown eyes shone in the light of your kitchen, wearing a nice button up with a coat over top, as well as those tight fitted dark wash jeans that accentuated his muscular thighs perfectly.

you invited him in and shut the door behind you both and told him you had something important to tell him. you sat him on the couch and said “jongho, i have a confession” he looked curious “shoot” he said with his wide, intrigued, eyes. “do you picture me like i picture you?” he tilted his head, slightly confused. “how do you picture me?” he asked. “i’m too scared to say half the things i do when i picture you.” he finally caught on.

he gulped and finally confessed himself “i think about you that way too”. your face lit up and you wanted to kiss him hard like in the movies… but you looked him in his brown eyes and whispered “so tell me, jongho, tell me all your perversions”. he waited not a second longer before kissing you. he kissed you, his hand on your cheek as you returned his kiss. after kissing for a few minutes, you both pulled away, breathless.

“i’ve thought about touching you for a while” he confessed, his cheeks and ears bright pink. the thought of sex was so new to jongho, but he would be lying if he hadn’t stayed up late palming himself through his pajama pants, thinking about the date where you two got ice cream and how you licked your ice cream cone, imagining what it would be like if you took him in your mouth like that.

those nights he touched himself while thinking of you, he’d think of your ass in shorts on a hot day. he’d also think about your cleavage in the low cut tops you wear, and how your breasts look in the tight fitted tops you wear also. he wanted so badly to touch them. being the good boy he is, it was equally as nerve wracking as it was exhilarating to finally tell you how he truly felt about you, and have you tell him first that felt the same way.

“then touch me” you said, he looked nervous, but he was ready for it, he moved his hand to your waist, rubbing small circles onto it with his thumb, you nodded, giving him the go ahead to do what he pleased. it was gonna be a long, but memorable night for sure.

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