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Day 31 : Trick Or Teat

【Synopsis】 : The dead of night, creatures hide. In the light of a fire, those same creatures can become more.

『Word count』 : 7.01k

-> Genre: Supernatural. Smut. Angst. Fluff.

Paring: Yungi x Reader | Seonghwa x Reader [Eventual ot8 x Reader]

[Warnings] : Self hatred. Abusive family. toxic family. Cult-like religon. Myths and supernatural concepts. The reader is giving off Genderfluid in some parts [not me projecting whoops]. hints of sexual abuse. Blood. Gore. Dark themes. Blood drinking. Kissing. Swearing. All the boys have a corruption kink cause why not. Fingering. Seonghw has a bit of a superiority complex. Details of torture and killing people. Unprotected sex. Yunho and Mingi are little shits. Eheh

HAPPY HALLOWEEN! Surprise!! This is the very first chapter and introduction to my new mini series I'll be writing. I know a lot of you have been wanting Vampire Ateez ot8x reader for a while, and I've been trying to find a good story, and i finally got one, hehe. Also, I wanted to make this fic extra long as well to say thank you for 4k followers. I still want to do an event, but I'm taking a little break first, so I hope this is okay for now.

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The Destiny Castle was filled with darkness and death. Guard dogs, the size of cows and strange beastly noises echoing in the forest surrounding. And warnings to anyone that enters the ground will never be seen again. Well, that's what the priest of your village says over time and time again. Blabbering about how god left the family that lived in the castle many centuries ago when they invited night-crawling creatures inside. Ones that drink blood and care little for the human race.

Vampires.

You sighed under your breath for the fifth or sixth time this evening as the sermon read on the large dusted book in front of him. Your hands were beginning to ache from having them clasped together for so long. Why were you even praying? It's not like you believe any of this bullshit. Yes, granted, some of it might sound true, and you had doubts on multiple occasions whether this man in the sky was, in fact, real or not. But did you really want to stick around and find out? When you die and you go to hell, so be it. You weren't scared of where you ended up. You were more scared of wasting your life away. Not finding the adventure you so desperately craved. But your picture-perfect parents with their picture-perfect kids shall have no such dreams. No such idea of living other than to tend to the market stall and be married to yet another picture-perfect family.

You felt your mother's god-awful stare as she clearly heard you sigh yet again. You hated her the most. Always finding new and improved ways to punish you for "your sins." Like rolling your eyes or talking back to a man. Or worse, not showing any signs of being a good future housewife so when she's finally ready to sell you off—oh I'm sorry, give you away—to some rich Christian suitor to be your husband. You could be the perfect version of yourself for her.

Perfect. Perfect. Perfect.

You hated that fucking word. A loud bell chime caught your attention, signalling that Sept was finished with his blabberings for the evening. So you stood up straight, your annoyingly over-layered dress before turning on your heels to leave.

"Oh wait, Dove. Come here, please." Your mother's overfaked and sugary sweet tone rattled in your ears. The use of the nickname Dove also annoyed you. Dove, meaning white pure bird that is trapped in a golden cage. Everyone had called you that since you were born, most people in the village not even knowing your real name, only know this nickname.

Why, you may ask?

Simple, your mother hated your name. You were named after your father's mother, who she hated. But it was tradition to name your firstborn after the father's mother, so here you were. Not only were you a disappointment to your mother, but you also bore a name that resembles hatred. Lucky you.

"This is Lucas Wheeler. He's Mary and Robert's Eldest son." Your mother's voice buttered up the introduction, leaning in with an absolutely disturbingly fake smile that everyone seemed to fall for. You turned your lip slightly, making a poor attempt to smile, which your mother did not approve of. "Luca, darling, this is my daughter."

His grin was wide and overexaggerated. His tunic was buttoned all the way up to his Adams apple, looking as if it was constricting his airflow. And his hair was perfectly brushed back. He was the definition of a good pure religious boy. A book nerd. You couldn't hide your disgust as he licked his lips, eyeing you like some piece of flesh. You knew what he was hiding. That filthy lust that men seemed to only be forgiven for. He has probably dreamed about shoving his cock in every woman that passes him and he was definitely only thinking about his needs while staring at you. Not marriage, not husband duty. No, the sole idea of finally getting his little dick wet was driving him crazy. And it made you want to chuck your guts up all over his clean shoes.

"You seem to have such a um, polite daughter here, Christine. She seems shy?" Lucas's mother, Mary spoke up trying to take a look at you but you kept your face pointed to the ground. You didn’t want to be there and you weren't about to fake a smile for a family you did not need to know. you wanted nothing more than to slip away and become invisible like you always did in these types of situations. But turning twenty has now made you in the public eye. Twenty and without a husband was rare. Normally women in your village were betrothed at sixteen and married at eighteen. But you have managed to wheezle your way out of it from your parents being too worried about your younger sisters. But you’ll be twenty-one soon and your mother, Christine was becoming impatient.

“She is a shy one. Sweet too. Micheal and I have been trying to find the perfect man for her, but her shyness seems to not be a lucky charm.” Your mother battered, throwing a sweet chuckle making Lucas’s parents laugh.

“Well, how about you both come over? Bring all your kids, for dinner. I’m sure my Luca would love to get to know her.” Mary pinched Lucas’s cheek making him push away slightly.

“Yes. I’d love to know more about your daughter. I’m sure we will be able to entertain one another while you get dinner ready.” his dark words made your stomach turn and flip. Now you were definitely going to be sick.

“It’s settled then. We will see you at sundown.” Your mother bid goodbye tugging you away by your arm out of the church, not letting you go for a second. Knowing you’d just run off the first chance you got.

Night came quicker than you would have liked and no matter how hard to tried to slip away your mother made sure that one of your sisters was always with you, ready to shout if you tried to bail. What was this some type of house imprisonment? You didn’t want to go, that was more than clear. But your mother couldn’t care less and your father well it was ‘whatever mother says goes’. so you were alone in the more honest terms. Your brothers were too young to know any different, your sister who is only two years younger than you was a cutout of your mother. And your little sister was daddy's little girl. She didn’t care about anything but her daddy.

What a perfect family you seem to have. Everyone fitted in somewhere but you. You were the experiment. The first batch of cookies to come out of the oven that no one touches cause they were too burned or not fully cooked.

“Come on we are going to be late.” Your mother's voice rang through the house, your sister's eyes not leaving you. She had muttered something before heading for the door. You had told her you just needed to put on some garments before meeting her downstairs. She was hesitant for a moment thinking this was a plan to escape but you had said that there was no time now and what would be the point. Sensing your defeat she left you alone. Finally.

You pull on some pants under your dress, hating having to wear such feminine clothing. It wasn’t that you were against wearing dresses or lace or even frills. It was more that sometimes you wanted pants. Was that so bad? You sighed putting all the clothes your sister had pulled out for you to try on, on the end of your bed. That was later you’s problem. You noticed your book laying on your pillow making you swear under your breath. Tucking it back under the sheets you wonder if your sister saw it. You hopped not, if she saw what you wrote or worse what you drew, she’d be telling the church to burn you at the stake.

You ran down the stairs quickly, not wanting to waste any more time, hoping that if you go over and get this night over with you can come back home and hide away in your room, wishing you were anywhere other than with this family.

This night seemed okay as far as talking about our lord and saviour over supper was. Mary was busy finishing up the final dish, letting Lucas and your parents laugh over a blessed bottle of wine. They had sent you and Lucas away to, get to know one another and Lucas had to perfect idea to show you his barn. A place where ‘he could be himself’. God, everything he says annoys you. Climbing the old rusty ladder, you stand in an empty hay loft. Your gut felt strange, like your body was warning you of something but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. Until you felt a hand grip your shoulder softly but tight enough to make you freeze.

His breath was so close, pooling on your neck. fingers were ghosting along your corset strings making tears build in your eyes. Even though he was a little boy in your mind. He was much bigger than you and he could easily take advantage of you if you didn’t play your cards right. So you had to act. “And what might we get up to here hmm…”

His chuckle sickened you. “Well, we have some time before mother calls. So I thought we get to know each other. Just like our families wanted.” he pulled away, making a grunting sound behind you. You turned slowly to see he was sitting on a blanket that had been laid out on some hay. Was this disgusting excuse of a man really thinking he could charm you into sleeping with him? God, his ego was bigger than you thought. You giggled, waltzing around the small room pretending to think but in truth, you were looking for an exit. You could go down the ladder but he’d probably grab you before getting that low. Maybe over the side onto the beams. He won't be able to get to you then. But then you’d be trapped until you eventually have to climb back over. And you know he’s the type to wait you out.

A window. Probably leads onto the roof. Not practical but if you recall you did see a bunch of hay bails just outside so if you jump you’d be able to land on them. And a broken ankle or wrist was better than….”Where is your mind wondering, baby? Do I scare you?”

Your head snaps back to him, giving him a small smile. “Oh, no…no…” You step closer, looking him deep in his eyes. “you don’t scare me…baby…” You stood right above his laying figure, his legs spread, enough for you to place a foot in between them. A grim smirk painted his unpleasant features. he went to sit up and you used this as your now or never, kicking him right in the balls without another thought. His groan was loud, knowing if it weren't for how far you were from the house. Everyone would have heard.

“You little bitch!” You ran for the window, crawling out as quickly as you could. The top of your dress got caught on a nail ripping the fabric. But you didn’t waste any time to cry about broken material, looking for the hay bails. It wasn’t as high of a jump as you thought, sliding down the straw, making some of it get caught in your dress. You could hear Lucas groaning in the distance as you started to run. Run fast and run far.

You needed to go home. Quickest route is through the forestry back towards the centre of the village before turning off from the church. Jump Mr Smith's fence and climb the vines into your room. Simple enough. But it's dark, a little too dark and all you could hear was your heartbeat in your ears and rabid footsteps in the distance. The forest was thick. Trees tightly snug together. You almost tripped several times over branches and roots. Your heart was racing now, panting as your mind was becoming hazy. Need to get home. Need to get home.

“Ohhhh Little Dove, where are you.” Lucas’s deep sinister voice echoed through the dark forest. He was too close, you needed to stop. Hide. Maybe he’d go past you or head back. “Come out, baby. We were just having some fun.”

Quiet. Be silent. don’t move. Not a mucsle.

He called your name this time your real one making you gulp. His voice was maybe two or three trees away from where you stood. A twig snaps and you feel tears in the corners of your eyes. He was so close it was like you could still feel his breath. “Come on princess...” His hand wrapped the tree you were standing against and everything stopped. You closed your eyes thinking for a moment, trying to play thousands of scenarios of how you could get away. But nothing would work. He caught you. He danced the bend, slipping right into your view. Before you could run his hand gripped your throat making you freeze. “Don’t worry baby. I don’t bite.”

His words were short... sinister, like he had achieved his ultimate goal of capturing his prey. Your eyes widened going to spit back a comment but your words caught in your throat as you saw a figure suddenly appear behind Lucas. Tall, dark. Red eyes glowing through the night. Everything happened so quickly, the beast grasped Lucas the same way he had you, pulling him back with fright. “But I do…”

The creature's fangs pierced the disgusting man's neck making him scream out a noise that would make your blood curdle. His grip dropped from you, trying to scratch and fight off the larger figure. You took this moment to run, not even caring if the creature was going to kill him or not. All you knew was you needed to run. But you couldn’t run home anymore. There’s blood on your hands literally, Lucas’s blood splattered on you. If this wasn’t a perfect situation the priest was looking for to burn you at the stake you don’t know what is. “Hey, this way.”

You physically jump hearing a high-pitched voice cooe at you through the wind. It was a hooded figure, and normally you would of not gone with a stranger but in this case it seemed fair. You followed the person who seemed to be always a few steps ahead of you at all times no matter how hard you tried to catch up. It was only then, when you stopped focusing on the person to look around you noticed they were leading you to the castle grounds. Where myth reads vampires inhabit. That must have been what got Lucas.

A blood sucking vampire.

You stopped in your tracks not knowing to go back or forward. It’s not like vampires scared you per se. It was just. You were human and they are beasts. They would certainly eat you before you could plead your case. But one of them saved you right? That’s what it was doing? Not just finding two humans and deciding to have a late-night snack right….

“Hey over here.” The figure called for you again but when you looked up everything suddenly went black.

Your head was ringing. Heartbeat thumping slowly in your ears. Black splotches clouded your vision as you tried to look around. You were in a room. A Billiard room, to be exact. You have never seen a room of such a size. The bottom of your house most definitely fitting in this room alone. The leather under your fingers felt expensive, seeing the brown with bubbled texture. It was lavish, elegant—

"Beautiful, isn't it." A smooth voice swayed your attention, having caught you admiring the fine fabrics of the furniture. Your eyes locked with deep crimson ones. He was like nothing you've ever seen before. He was stunning, tall, and broad. You had to gulp at the sheer beauty of the man. But you knew he wasn't just a man. From his eyes, you knew he was a beast, a night crawler.

"Are you going to respond? Or are you more of a staring type?" Another voice scared you slightly. Looking to your left, you see another man, but he was sitting on the couch next to you. His black undercut fitted his features perfectly. He kind of sounded like the hooded figure that was helping you get away before...

"Definitely the quiet, staring type." A cheeky tone to your right. He was leaning on the pool table, his Cheshire cat grin painting his features smugly.

So there's three of them that live here?

"Now now, Woo, San. She's probably just scared." A shorter but beefier male suddenly stood next to the first one that spoke. He wasn't even looking at you, mostly paying attention to the two he called Woo and San. You were now sitting straight up, moving your gaze from each of them. As they were all in their own worlds arguing about why you might not be talking.

"You're bleeding, Tiny?" A voice growled behind you, startling you. You turned to see two very big men standing behind the couch. "When did you cut yourself?" He dragged his two fingers through your wound, making you hiss, pulling away from him.

He put one of his fingers in his mouth, closing his eyes as if he were savouring the taste. Once he was done, he placed his other bloody finger in the male next to him, mouth. The other man groaned his eyes, glowing a harsher red as he stared you down. "You taste delicious, Sugar."

You went to stand, trying to get away from them, but your legs gave out, making you fall forward in front of the high-pitched boy who still sat on the other couch. "Be careful, Dollface. Don’t want ya gettin hurt."

"Okay, let's give her some space. Wooyoung, take San down to the kitchens and see if dinner is ready yet. Mingi and Yunho can go set the table." The one that stood at the door, the first man directed all the men with ease. They will followed without another word, heading for the door. "And for the love of Lillith, Jongho, can you please find your lover and Hongjoong. I think they were still cleaning up from..." He looked at you briefly. "Dealing with that disgusting human."

You knew he was talking about Lucas, and that meant this Lover boy or Hongjoong had been the one you saw ripping through Lucas's neck. They all left soon after, leaving you alone with the dominant man. You managed to sit back on the couch, but you wanted, needed to stand. So you tried your luck again, and your knees buckled, making you slip forward, but instead of making an impact with the ground, two large arms were wrapped around your waist. Your hands gripped the creature's biceps, feeling his muscles taught and tense. "You do need to be careful, Darling."

Unlike Lucas's or any man, you've ever met really. These creatures don't seem to set off any of your alarms. You didn’t know if that was a bad thing or not, but you chose to brush it off, ‘cause in the end, you had never felt such kindness from anyone in the village. You were out-casted, unloved. You might as well be the witch they all wanted you to be. The kind smile that painted his features made your heart skip. He was indeed handsome. You finally spoke up saying who you were and the man looked at you with surprise before laughing. “Oh, I’m sorry. My name is Seonghwa. It’s nice to meet you…”

Your name rolled off his tongue so beautifully. No one had ever used it to address you before. It was almost strange, foreign even. “Honestly you could call me anything. I was never called that name sadly.”

Seonghwa hummed in response, still holding tight on you. In truth, he knows much more about you than he leads on. When he and the others go on hunts he had found you a year ago. Ironically you were having your nineteenth birthday. On your own of course. He remembers the way you spoke to yourself, wishing yourself a happy birthday while you drew in your book. Your feet were in the cool water of the watering hole in the forestry just outside the village. You went there almost every second day. And so did he.

There was something about you that caught his eye. Caught all of the boy's eyes. You were special but none of them could put their finger on it. So of course when they found you running for your life from a disgusting man. They couldn’t stand by and let anything happen to their precious little human.

Dinner was quick as you just sat there and ate in silence. The others were loud though, making it seem almost normal. Like everything that was happening was something you all were used to already. Seonghwa had told you about all the boys and what all their names were. It took you a moment to put names to faces but once you got it. It was easy. Seonghwa never left your side. Making sure you were safe and comfortable. You appreciated it, understanding it must have been weird to have a human walking around. But you quickly learnt that all the maids and butlers were human. They got paid and some even lived on the estate.

Everything the village said about vampires and creatures in general was so wrong. And secretly you always wanted it to be wrong. So you were glad they weren't purely just bloodsucking beasts. But every now and then that face you saw popped into your head. You still didn’t know which one killed Lucas. And on top of it, this Hongjoong and Yeosang—Seonghwa had told you his name—were nowhere to be found.

“Okay well, sun will be up soon. Let’s get ready for bed.” Seonghwa again spoke up, dying down the chatter. It was like he took on a motherly role in the house. It was cute.

“Come Sugarcube. Yunho and I will show you to your room.” The one named Mingi flashed you a smile making you smile in response. Bidding Seonghwa goodnight or would It be morning now? Mental note to look out for a clock. The halls were lavish and carpeted, matching all the rooms you’ve seen thus far. Everything was perfect, vintage and beautiful. Yunho and Mingi had caught onto your mind wandering and had stopped for a moment, seeing how far you’d walk without them near you. You were very cute to them. Like a clueless bunny, with wide innocent eyes.

“Hey, Tiny. Your room is over here.” Yunho’s far voice snapped you out of your thoughts making you turn around to see both large men. Their arms crossed, with big grins. Your face was redder than a tomato in seconds making them both groan at how you waddle back quickly. Cute. Too cute. “This is where you’ll be saying. We’ll try and get some of your personal things tomorrow.”

“Yeah, Hongjoong had said something about grabbing some stuff while your family are out tomorrow.” Mingi rubbed the back of his neck as you slipped past both men to look into the huge spacious room. Only hours ago you were about to be married off to some pig and live on his farm until your death to now staying with not one but eight vampires.

And what was worse. You couldn’t go back. Not that you’d want to that is. But still, all your life you’ve known one thing and now… “You okay Tiny? Not the style you like? We have like ten other rooms if you want to-No it’s okay it’s just…” You cut Yunho off before taking a seat on the olive green and black silk sheets that lay on the large king bed.

“Did…Did Lucas die?” You don’t understand why you were asking about that pig but you needed to know. You needed to know would your parents found his mangled body and thought the beast that did that also killed you. Or would they think you did it? Yunho sat on his knees in front of you, placing his large hands on your thighs in a comforting manner. His smile was soft and his fingers grazing on your exposed skin was gentle.

“No. Yeosang left him alive. But he won't be wanting to live with the way he looks now.” You don’t know if Yunho’s words made you feel better or worse.

“Hongjoong helped him drag him back to that barn. His parents found him and they are looking for you at the moment.” Mingi revealed, knowing you’ll just keep asking questions so there was no reason to hide anything from you.

“Do my parents think I’m dead?” Deep down you knew they’d be happy either way. Dead, alive. Murderer or innocent. Your family would plead their sob story about the monster you were regardless of the truth.

“No…Lucas told them you ran. They think you were a part of it. Luring him out there for your vampire lover to have a meal.” Yunho felt disgusted with himself for repeating what Hongjoong had told them your parents said. But what else should they do?

“Vampire lover….hmm.” You smiled, starting to laugh. That’s what they probably thought you were sneaking off to at random hours of the day or night. Both of the men looked at one another with confusion, letting Mingi sit down next to you.

“Something funny with that Sugarcube?” Mingi’s voice was so deep, velvety. It made your core tingle and heart race. You looked up at him with tears in your eyes, but still giving him a smile.

“My mother has wanted nothing but to pin some devilish thing on me and now she gets it. Something that said I did not serve the lord. Argh…” Tears ran down your cheeks “Fuck the lord. Why should I have to care what an old man did for humanity?! I just wanted to paint. Find adventure. Not marry and be a baby maker for some lowlife pig.” All your pent-up anger. All your disappointment. Every single thing you wished to say to your mother was pouring out, in front of two vampires you had only met hours ago now. It felt like a weight being pushed off your chest and you were no longer drowning. Mingi’s hand rubbed circles on your lower back making you fall into his embrace, letting him hold you while Yunho straightened up so he could hold you as well. They were beasts that could drain you in seconds yet they held you like they’ve known you for years. They listened as if they cared. They spoke as if you were the most important person in the world. why?

“There, there baby. It’s okay. You’re free now. You can do anything you want.” Yunho’s voice was quiet almost barely above a whisper. But still still heard him. You pulled away letting them still hold you but you could wipe your face. You can do anything? No one has ever said that to you.

“Well...I guess since this my first time of freedom…” You had both the vampire's attention now with your words. “I want a bath. One with lots of bubbles.” You’ve never had such a thing in your life only settling for quick showers or sharing bathing pools with your siblings. Not something lavish. Mingi laughed a deep hearty laugh. As if you couldn't get any more cute, there you went.

“I think that’s a perfect idea Sugar. We’ll get one of the maids to fix one up for you. And…” He placed his hands on either shoulder pushing you towards Yunho. Your face inches from him. Mingi inspected the wound of your shoulder blade noticing it was already closing but blood was still pooling out of it slowly. “Get this wound cleaned up…”

His tongue licked a strip upwards, following the wound. You hiccuped feeling a slight sting from him. Yunho however distracted you by giving you a kiss. Your eyes were wide and confused. He… he was kissing you. His soft lips moved slowly against yours. His tongue dipped around your bottom lip, testing the waters. Perfectly distracting you from Mingi cleaning your cut with his mouth. Your blood tasted unlike anything he had ever tasted before.

“You taste amazing… fuck.” Mingi mumbled against you while Yunho’s tongue slipped into your mouth as you groaned. Your mind was spinning like crazy, your hand finding place on Yunho biceps, digging your nails in his cold flesh.

“Y…Yuyu..” You tried to speak, finally making both men pull away, leaving you to gasp for air.

“Sorry tiny. Your lips were just too kissable not to.” Yunho chuckled licking his lips of the saliva you left behind on them. Your heart was pounding, feeling such excitement but also a tinge of fear…

“Tha… that was my first kiss..” You felt embarrassed to say so but you felt compelled to tell them. Which made both of them growl. Mingi’s fingers wrapped in your tattered dress hem while Yunho rubbed his hand over his face.

“Fuck. I was your first kiss baby?” Yunho felt so proud of himself.

“Damn Yunho the others aren't gonna be happy when they find out,” Mingi spoke as if you were no longer there.

“Wait why would the others care?” You suddenly felt small, seeing hunger in both their eyes. You had no idea what these men were planning, nor what they all wanted from you. It frightened you. But not as much as it excited you.

The bath was filled with bubbles, vanilla scent soap and soft music from a vinyl. You could have stayed in there for hours but when one of the maids came in to help you dress your wound you knew it was time to get out. The nice maid named Minnie had brought you some sleepwear, soft silk sleep shorts and a singlet. You have never felt such soft fabric before always getting hand-me-downs or second/third hand clothing.

“You look cute.” A gentle voice echoed from the door of your room. You hummed, blush burning your cheeks. Turning you see Seonghwa leaning against the door frame, bottom lip between his teeth as he eyed you, not even trying to hide that he was checking you out.

“Thanks…” You played with your fingers, standing there awkwardly as you watched Seonghwa close the door, slowly moving towards you. Like he was stalking you. No doubt Yunho and Mingi had run off bragging what they had done when you were busy bathing. God, if this was going to become a new normal you were going to develop a headache from your head spinning.

“I wanted to check on you.” For every step he took, you took one back, like a little dance until your back was firmly against the wall and his body almost flushed against you. “I heard Min and Yun had some fun with you.”

“I-..Yunho kissed me…Mingi he uh…” You felt so flustered, fanatically looking around the room feeling embarrassed about spilling what you had done even though you knew the two giants would have told everyone by now. He put his fingers on your chin, running his thumb along your bottom lip, pulling on it slightly.

“I was kinda hoping to be the first to taste you. But then again, none of the boys tend to listen.” His eyes were hooded, looking at you with such hunger. He could feel your heart race against the pad of his thumb. He can hear your blood pumping quicker than normal. And your eyes never left his. His face inched closer, and then some. Seeing just how close he could get to you before you’d pull away but you didn’t, not even flinch. “Have you done anything like this before?”

You shook your head no slightly. “Have you ever touched yourself, Bunny?” his question made your face become redder. This was filthy, dirty, something you were supposed to be sworn away. And man did defying god feel intoxicating. You whispered no, making him close his eyes with a sigh for a moment. So innocent, so cute… So his to taint. “Do you want me to touch you, Bunny?”

“Yes…” You whisper… He tucked a piece of damp hair behind your ear making you shiver as his fingers grazed your skin. His cold tips slide along your cheek, down to your neck, before pushing gently on your man artery feeling your hot blood pump under his digits.

“I could drain you dry right now. Or fuck you full? Maybe both? Hmm?” His lips brushed against yours but not enough to seal his lips on yours. No, he wanted you to do it, he needed you to do the first move. So he knows you do in fact want it. And you gave him exactly what he wanted, leaning up to lock your lips to his. His one hand cupped your face to deepen the kiss while his other, snaked down to play with the hem of your shorts. Your legs spread instinctively, giving him access to do whatever he pleases. His wet tongue danced with you making you feel all kinds of filthy.

You had almost gotten a man killed, ran away from home. Most likely been shunned for life from your village and on top of that kissed two men that both happened to be undead creatures you only just met, while another drank from one of your open wounds. If was indeed sins, you might as well be sent down to Lillith herself on a golden platter.

“Come on Bunny, let’s get you comfortable.” He pulled away picking you up by your thighs before walking over to your bed and laying you down on the plump mattress. His lips trail down your cheeks, then your jaw until he stops at your neck for a moment rubbing his nose along your jugular. “God I can smell your blood through your soft skin.” he sighs, drawing his fangs out.

“H-Hwa p-please…” You bucked your hips against his hardening length, spreading your legs further so he could get closer if that was possible. He chuckled, darkly. Fang pressing just hard enough to pierce your skin a little bit so a few drops of blood would spill out. He licked your blood up, trying not to get any on the bed sheets. Your whimpers were music to his ears, and your taste was heavenly. Now he’s wondering how else you taste in other places. “Fuuckk.”

The feeling of his fangs and the was his fingers play with your short made your head cloudy. His hand slipped into your shorts cupping your core making you suddenly aware what was happening. His mouth finally left your neck, kissing down the exposed parts of your chest. He was worshiping every part of your body sending your skin on fire. “Such a pretty bunny. I can feel heat pooling out of you. Do you find my devilish charms that intoxicating bunny?”

You squirmed, needed more. His index finger slide along your slit making your mouth open into an ‘o’ shape. Your eyes shut tightly, finally feeling some kind of relief that you were searching for. The pleasure was new, and strange, making you feel like you were in a whole another world. Seonghwa kept whispering sweet nothings to you as he slowly pushes a finger inside your drenched cunt. It was steady at first until he found a rhythm, inching yet another finger inside making your brows knot together. His name fell from your lips on repeat like some kind of broken vinyl, he knew he could get you close to your high without much effort given you have never felt such a feeling before. And with only a few more moments you were clenching around his digits, coming underdone while he stared at you intensely, watching every one of your features move and contort in the pure ecstasy he was gifting you. “Did that feel good baby? I can make you feel even better, all you got to do is say yes.”

“Yes, please Seonghwa. Please. Make me feel like that again. I wanna feel good.” You don’t know why your mouth started spilling such filth but you couldn’t care, not when you were so close to feeling a pleasure you have only wondered about in those lewd novels Miss Smith had down the path. She had let you borrow one and it had changed your life forever. Seonghwa got to work, pulling your shirt off above your head and tugging down the rest until it slipped off your ankles in one swoop of his wrists. You were completely bare for him. He could see all the sun-kissed spots. All the scars, and beauty marks. He could see the bruises of a handprint on your collarbone and other smaller ones littering your legs and arms.

Pathetic human. Digusting pig.

Fuck, does he wish that Yeosang and Hongjoong hadn’t kept him alive now. But then again giving him a swift death would have been too merciful. No, Seonghwa would want to keep Lucas in a cell, locked away for weeks. No food, barely any water. Watching him starve. Watch him beg for death. But Seonghwa would never give it to him. Lucas would welter away in the dungeon, cold, scared, and alone. Just as you felt when you were being chased by him. Just as you felt when he had put his hands on you. Seonghwa would make him pay.

“H-Hwa…” You sat on your elbows having seen the vampire's mind wander. Was he okay? Was he second-guessing his actions? Seonghwa was quick to disregard any of your fears as he shed himself off his shirt, before sliding off the bed to pull his pants down. They dropped to the floor with an audible ‘oof’. You didn't mean for your eyes to immediately gaze down at his fully grown erection but its angry red tip had caught your attention. Seonghwa didn’t mind one bit though, he admired your body in the meantime, letting you get a good look at him while he did the same to you. “That can’t fit inside me….”

Seonghwa laughed, physically laughed at your abrupt statement. “Oh don’t worry. It will.” he yanked one of your legs making you gasp. He stood tall at the end of your bed, letting you wrap your legs around his waist. He rubbed the tip of his cock along your slit, gathering up some of your cum to use as lubricant. The whole time his eyes never left yours. He wanted to see the pleasure pooling in your eyes when he entered you inch by inch. And as you bit your bottom lip, you tried your damned hardest to keep your gaze open. “That’s it, baby. Breath…”

The stretch was painful, to say the least. Even though Seonghwa had used his fingers on you, it still wasn’t enough to fully prep you for his girth. He rubbed circles in your hips, trying to settle the pain as much as he could, noticing your fingers had entangled in the silk sheets, with your knuckles turning lightly white.

“Ffuckk, hngmm Seong.” you mumbled, finally feeling him enter you fully, his groin flush against you. He stayed still for a moment, letting you catch your breath but man was it hard. The way you clamped around him, sucked him in for more. It made him want nothing more than to pound the living shit out of you. But patience. He needed patience. And luckily out of all the boys, he owned the most patience.

“Can I move Darling?” His words were a stutter, laying with groans and sighs. You nodded your head before responding with a quick and quiet ‘please’ letting him draw his cock until only the tip was inside you then smashing back in, knocking the wind out of you. You could no longer hold yourself up, falling onto your back. Seonghwa watched as your breasts bounced in time with his thrusts and how your thighs were clamped snugly around him. You felt amazing, looked eternal. And you were finally his.

He dreamed about what your cunt might feel like wrapped around his cock. Or how might your blood taste when you are in the middle of being fucked. Firty thoughts had always seemed to riddle his mind whenever he saw you and now he could finally get the answers. But one thing is for sure. He has no idea how he is possibly going to share you with the others. When he is going to be craving you permanently.

-♥︎

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ad0rechuu · 8 months

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★ MILKY WAY. ━━ (00i) psh route: peruvian lilies

WORD COUNT. 701

WARNINGS. a bit emotional but overal pure fluff

credits to @ari-shipping-stuff for being my beta reader / writer <33

YOU SEE HIM. AND YOU KNOW HE SEES YOU TOO BY THE WAY HIS EYES WIDEN WHEN HE MEET YOURS.

All the contestants had packed the stage for the award ceremony. Ateez stood pretty far away from the crowds eyes, unintentionally shielding you from their vision.

None of them had spotted you until they were announced as the winners of the silver prize. Yeosang somehow saw your figure in the hoards of people, waving with excitement.

The seemingly innocent action also brought you into his view.

His heart stopped when he sees you in the crowd, looking as radiant as always.

Paying attention to the announcer as he gave them second place was probably the polite thing to do, but he didn’t hear a word. The only thing on Park Seonghwa’s mind was you.

Ten minutes later, he was shaken out of his thoughts by the audience cheering and clapping for everyone as the tired dancers slowly started to leave the stage.

He starts to grow anxious when he notices how slowly the line moves, especially when you stand up and start walking to the exit.

The urge to follow you is running high, he looks around erratically when he meets San’s and Mingi’s knowing gazes. None of them say anything, but the comforting smiles they give him is enough for Seonghwa to give into his urges.

He earns some weird looks as he sprints past the people lining up to get out, but he can hardly be bothered by them as he turns the corner to reach the audience area.

Looking around for you, he feels panic start to bubble up when he doesn’t spot the familiar face.

Did you already leave?

Did you despise him?

Did he lose his chance forever?

He doubles over panting to catch his break. The spontaneous amount of running after dancing is finally catching up to his body.

A hand softly pats his back, startling him. Seonghwa quickly turns around at the action.

Only to see you, big-eyed, staring back at him. All the words that he had rehearsed in his head leave at once and his cheeks turn a rosy color.

“I-I thought you left.” Seonghwa casts his gaze downward, awkwardly rubbing his neck.

A bouquet of pink-white flowers come into his line of view, held up by your hand.

“I saw this guy selling these flowers outside so I went to get you some.” You shrug.

“Me!?” He gasps, probably louder than intended. You nod, giggling at the boy in front of you.

“Yeah, they’re called Peruvian Lilies!” You say before also looking down shyly. “They reminded me of you.”

Park Seonghwa is, in most cases, a patient and careful man. But this is enough for him to take a chance because selfishly, he can’t wait any more.

In one hand he takes the Peruvian Lilies and takes your hand gently in the other.

“Can we talk somewhere a little more private?”

You agree and he leads you out of the venue, to a semi-secluded spot outside.

Once outside, he drops your hand and turns with his back towards you, clutching the plants in nervousness.

“Look, Yn, I— actually, uh… I have feeling— I’m sorry, but…”

“I love you.”

Seonghwa turns around.

“You love me?”

“I do.”

“Love?”

“Love.”

“..I love you too.”

Seonghwa's eyes start to fill up with tears at your exchange, and he wraps his arms around you tightly, resting his head on your shoulder. The pink locks tickle your jaw as you return his actions.

He pulls away and cups your cheeks, his thumbs going in circular motions over your cheekbones and his forehead resting against yours.

You know from the way his eyes keep wandering to your lips that he’s thinking the same thing.

Closing the little space between the two of you, your lips meet each other in a soft exchange. Though it's only the first time, it's as if you've been doing it for forever.

After a while you pull away breathlessly, neither of you say anything. The humongous smiles on your face say enough as you're wrapped in each other's warm embraces.

Just Seonghwa, you, and the Peruvian Lilies.

You found your Milky Way.

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hongjoongscafe · 2 years

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Blind Beauty

{one}{two}{three (final)}

Pairing: blind!hongjoong×insecure!reader(grace)

Genre: fluff, angst, implied smut, nudity

Summary: only the mind's eye can see the true beauty.

NOTE: Read While Listening To Romantic/Romantic Sad Songs. I have added some songs' links. Do listen to them when they are linked:) I hope you like it.

Warnings: lots of angst, crying, mention of drunk sex, non-consensual sex tape, insecurities, lots of touchy-touchy, blow job, pussy eating. (Lemme know if there is something else.)

Word count: 13.2k+ (👀)

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"But love is blind, and lovers cannot see

The pretty follies that themselves commit"

~William Shakespeare {The Merchant of Venice}

~~~

"So who do you want me to meet?" Hongjoong visited his parents after talking to Grace on the phone.

"Hongjoong-ah," his mother poured some traditional green tea into the cup, "guests are coming any minute now. You will know," she said and handed the tea to Hongjoong and Seonghwa.

"But I should know who is coming," he whined.

"You are still a child, aren't you?" His father giggled. "But it's a surprise. We are sure you will like it," they smiled.

The family talked about different stuff. They met frequently as they lived near Hongjoong's house. His parents have always been protective of him. He wanted to move to Seoul from Anyang, Gyeonggi-do. But his parents were worried about him along with Seonghwa. Hongjoong had bigger dreams, they could only come closer to true if he moved there. Thinking about his happiness, his parents and Seonghwa moved there to look after him.

Hongjoong didn't say anything about them moving where he wanted. Although he was genuinely sad by the fact that he indeed needed them. A new place for him could have been a bigger challenge than it already was. To his surprise, his parents and Seonghwa didn't live in the same place as him. That did give him some confidence about having his own house and maintaining it. Which he did perfectly, now that he knew the map of his house like the back of his hand.

Hongjoong got startled when the horribly loud doorbell rang. Mother Kim quickly got up with a clap and went to open the door. He listened to her greeting the guests before they followed her into the sitting area.

"Please make yourself comfortable," Mrs. Kim said.

"Mr. Lee," Mr. Kim began, "meet him, my wonderful son… Hongjoong," he patted Hongjoong's back.

"Ah, the infamous man!" Mr. Lee exclaimed. "Such a handsome boy he grew out to be! When they were younger, he was such a cute boy. Look at his proportions now! Only if I was a lady, I would have said yes immediately," Hongjoong frowned.

Seonghwa was feeling unsettled. It wasn't that Hongjoong's parents were bad, they were supportive. But this situation looked far more complicated and alarming. They should have told them about the guests. Especially when there was a whole family of four sitting in front of them.

"Ah!" Chuckled Mr. Kim, "you are still the same!"

Hongjoong's ears perked at this statement. He remembered the Lee family. They were one of their most important friends back when he was younger. But they left when he was eight years old. Their daughter, Ara, was his best friend. They didn't stop talking because the Lee family had to go away. She stopped being friends with him when they were seven years old, leaving him in the unknown darkness.

His child mind was so attracted to her. It was always Ara for him and nobody else. Sometimes, Seonghwa would be angry at Hongjoong for hanging out with Ara all the time.

"No, I haven't changed but our kids definitely did," he smiled. "And look at Seonghwa! Such a handsome man," Seonghwa wasn't familiar with the family. He wasn't sure who they were and how they knew him. So he just smiled and bowed slightly with an awkward smile.

"I don't think that you remember this man, Seonghwa," Mr. Kim said.

"Unfortunately," Seonghwa hesitated, "I don't."

"Do you remember Ara?"

'No fuck,' Hongjoong thought.

Seonghwa tried to remember, "Ah, yes. I do… oh my good fate! Wow, I completely forgot about it!" Hongjoong could tell that Seonghwa was uncomfortable and was faking the excitement.

"Mm, we figured," they chuckled. "But today is something special. Mr. Lee and his family came back to Anyang, Gyeonggi-do, and their daughter, Ara, now lives in Seoul."

"Oky…?" Hongjoong's mind was bland, trying to figure out what they were trying to say.

"We want you and Ara to marry each other," Mrs. Kim came happily back with some juice and snacks.

"What!?" Hongjoong and Seonghwa said in unison.

"You heard it right! Both the families always wanted to do this. But things changed and we had to move to America but now that we are back, we would love to see you both together," Mrs. Lee said in her sweet voice. She was a kind lady. Her values were well known in the whole area.

"No, no! This can't be happening! We need to leave, Seonghwa," Hongjoong stood up.

"Please, Hongjoong, don't do this. W-we understand your worries but it was in the past. You guys were young… mistakes happen. Give her a chance," Mr. Lee insisted.

"But I—"

"Joong, just go and talk to the pretty lady in private once," his father abruptly cut him off with a stern voice.

Defeated, Hongjoong nodded. Seonghwa's hand squeezed Hongjoong's to let him know that he was there and that he would get out sooner. Hongjoong sighed.

"Oky," he muttered and walked carefully towards the room, Ara following behind.

~~~

It is now the weekend. Grace, Yunho, and Mingi traveled to their parents to celebrate the engagement of the tall couple. Mingi's sister, Elena, joined them as well.

Yunho and Mingi have visited many times during these few years but not Grace. Her pathetic life has always kept her from going back. Knowing that her past choices, which her parents already warned her about, were bad. Facing them was the hardest thing she could do. Her constant excuses about the university and then work always saved her from going back.

However, she couldn't run so far from them. She needed to face them and accept the reality of the misery that her life was. But there was one thing that wasn't a misery and that was Hongjoong.

Yeah, that's the only person that she was looking forward to.

The train came to a pause at the station. The boys volunteered to carry the luggage as it was not much, only for two days. The platform was rushy, everyone was packed and was trying to get on the train or go out of the station.

Luckily, behind her two tall and broad best friends, Grace and Elena didn't have to make much effort making their way out. As they passed out from the rush, Grace saw her mother almost immediately. Her eyes welled up. Grace's mother, Mumma Daisy, was also teary.

Mumma Daisy jogged toward her daughter and stood in front of her. "God, look at you, Grace! Oh dear, look at you all grown up. Where did your innocent face go? That childish one?" Her tears dripped down as well Grace's.

They hugged each other tightly and let their emotions take over. The distance that Grace and her family created was bittersweet. They talked over the phone but it felt like they were just keeping the are-you-alive track.

It wasn't only that Grace made some choices that made her and her family awkward with each other. No. It was how things were handled. Instead of being there for Grace and softly telling her that they are there for her, they simply let their anger out on her and made her feel that she was still a kid and can't do a thing for her good and that she was too immature to be true.

There was more to it. So much more. The way her father acted was her last straw.

"You have no sense of men! Always choosing the rag of a person! And now you are sitting here, bawling your eyes out!" Your father, papa Jung-ho, flared out. "I can't even go out in public without feeling shame."

"But it's not my fault!" Grace cried. Her throat felt like closing up. Her face was hurting because of all the crying.

"Do you even know what happened!?" Papa Jung-Ho shouted. "When I gave you the phone, I didn't expect you to do this! I thought you were responsible enough, Grace," he huffed and picked up his jacket, storming out of his house, somewhere he couldn't see Grace for a while.

Grace was sitting on the floor, looking almost dead. Her heart ached. She was already going through enough. A breakup, betrayal, humiliation, and now the pain of her father not wanting to even be in the same room.

That was the last time she went back home.

Grace pulled back from her mother whose eyes were running all over her features, trying to locate the changes. There was a lot. Mumma Daisy could list thousands of things… What made her want to cry was, most of them were negative. It shined on Grace's face that she went through shit before standing in front of her mother.

Just do not bother Grace, she kept mum about her worries. She was well aware that it might backlash against her. Mumma Daisy could do much more when Grace left the house in tears and with a broken heart. She was well aware that her daughter needed some warmth and love but she was bound by the fate of her husband who was blinded by rage and shame that he couldn't see that his daughter was going through more than he could ever imagine.

~~~

Hongjoong's eyes shed tears while he was listening to some random RnB music on the record player. It was looking dramatic. The way his head was dropped on the side and the way he was swinging in his rocking chair by the window.

"I can't believe they thought that this was the right idea," Seonghwa sighed. "They know everything and yet they did that. And the reason was even shittier, no offense to you, Joong."

Hongjoong sighed and sat straight, "I can't either. I understand their worries but they need to leave me alone for a minute and not jump to these old-school solutions. I am old and experienced enough for myself. I-I just need some time... I feel like I found one but then again I can't jump to conclusions when I am unaware of her feelings," he whispered in the last part.

Seonghwa got up from his place on the couch and stood next to his best friend and patted his shoulder. "I know that, Joong. And if you ask me, she is head over heels for you. You know when she looks at you, her cheeks get dusted by this beautiful, innocent blush. Her ears look like two slices of tomato. Her eyes shimmer, smile widens. It's funny how she met you not so long ago and already cares for you so much. At the little party at their apartment, she kept the most comfortable stuff for you. I talked to Yunho later, he told me how she went as far as making the house look good only for you. Do you know what she said to Yunho when he said you won't know?" Hongjoong shook his head as no, "she said: yeah, but he can feel it. That girl is so ready to make you hers. But yeah, giving some time would be better so that you both grow with each other and understand better. I love it for you, Joong. Don't lose her because of your insecurities. Talk to her. I have said this before as well," Seonghwa gave a last pat on his shoulder and turned around. "It's getting late now. I must get going. I have left a water bottle on your nightstand. Just lock the door and go to sleep. Don't overthink or worry about anything… It's gonna be fine."

The sound of the door closing signed that the older man left. Hongjoong sighed heavily and thought about what Seonghwa said about Grace's reactions and the little stuff she did to make him comfortable. He wasn't sure if he should cry about the fact that he couldn't experience it, that he can't see her; or be happy that she react in such a way to him. His mind went on and on about Grace and was stuck on what Seonghwa said.

Insecurity.

Being blind wasn't his option and it certainly wasn't something that should be his insecurity because he just simply didn't have control over this. But it still was. He was different no matter what his capabilities were. Even if he could read, write, sing, play instruments, and dance sometimes, he was still disabled. He was still looked at with either pity or disgust.

Grace was the only person that was neutral to him. She neither overly reacted nor under-ly reacted. She was fine with what he was. Instead, she was head over heels— as Seonghwa said— for someone like him.

Before his insecurities could consume him, he got up and locked his door, and went to bed.

He couldn't wait for Tuesday. There was a lot he wanted to talk about.

~~~

The restaurant was filled with people talking, cutlery clinking against the plates and bowls. The air was filled with the delicious scent of food.

The food was served. Grace was sitting in between Yunho and Elena. Elena was on her left and Yunho was on the right with Mingi. They all were talking and having fun.

Except for Grace.

She spent her whole day at home but not once did her father share a word with her. Keeping her pride aside, she tried talking but he wouldn't budge. It saddened her. Whatever happened back then, was not her fault by any means. She was the victim who needed support but instead, everyone made her feel like shit and taunted her to no end.

Yunho's and Mingi's parents were so nice. They talked to her about anything and everything, knowing that her father was still stuck somewhere dark. It was traumatizing, what happened but he forgot that it was happening with his daughter. But he was beaten by what people had to say.

"I can't believe you guys are now engaged. I still remember you all being so tiny," Yunho's mother said. "When Yunho introduced us to Mingi as his boyfriend, we were so happy and were thinking about this day and now that this day has arrived, I feel like we are getting too old."

"Yebo, they are kids, they are meant to be grown. What I am really happy about is that at least they are so nice and trustable. I fear nothing," Yunho's father said.

"It has always been a pleasure that our kids were close and now it's like a dream come true," Mingi's mother said, and his father nodded in agreement.

"It must be nice to have responsible kids, no?" Grace's father curtly said.

Grace was already regretting coming here, hands clutching the fork tightly. But she was keeping herself at ease just for her friends.

"Ah, Grace is so responsible too. The interview in the magazine was so good. I have been showing it off everywhere," Mumma Daisy proudly said.

"What about dignity? One should have some," he spat.

Yunho brought his hand under the table and held Grace's trembling hand tightly to calm her down. He has seen her cry and heard her breaking down through the thin walls. This whole situation was outrageous for him, seeing papa Jung-Ho acting like boiled his blood. But he couldn't say anything. He was raised better than that.

"It's not like that. Grace has been so responsible. Handling a huge business and other stuff and taking care of us, it's not easy. She is doing her best!" Yunho praised.

"Mhm, within the next few months, her brand will be considered a luxury," Mingi proudly added. "She is the most successful out of all of us!"

"Grace, sweetheart, we all are so proud of you," Yunho's mother said.

"True, the other day we saw you on a billboard," Mingi's father said.

"Thank you so much, I appreciate it," Grace shyly said. "I don't have control over many things, but what I can control, I ace it."

Grace's father scoffed.

"So good, my love. Tell us more," Mingi's mother said. "What's going on these days? Have you found someone?" She wiggled her eyebrows. Everyone at the table was looking at her, except her father. Her mother's ears were waiting, she was well aware that if she showed some interest, Jung-Ho would create a scene at home.

Grace's cheeks heated up when Yunho cleared his throat as a tease. "Well, I recently met this guy, a wonderful guy."

Mrs. Jeong and Mrs. Song gasped with happiness. "Tell us more," they said in unison.

"What does he look like? What does he do? Any photos?" They bombed many questions onto her.

She felt nervous. It was a judgemental situation that she had to go through. It isn't common to date a blind person. But at the same time not bad. People have just made it a taboo. But she wasn't afraid or ashamed of it. She was proud of her Hongjoong, a blind man who can do anything. There is nothing more prideful for her.

"His name is Hongjoong," She looked at Yunho who was squeezing her hand to tell her that details are not necessary if she doesn't want to share. She gave him a tiny smile and continued, "he works at multiple places depending upon days. He is a motivational speaker too. And he is blind."

The table fell quiet. Dangerously calm. But Grace didn't bother and just kept on eating her dinner so did Elena, Yunho, and Mingi. They weren't bothered by this fact. Elena has seen Hongjoong multiple times at the cafe and she would be lying if she said that he wasn't good. He was the best customer she ever had, Seonghwa included.

Papa Jung-Ho stood up and threw the napkin, which was on his lap, harshly on the seat and left the restaurant. The silence was awkward but Grace embraced it because she was too proud to feel anything else than love for Hongjoong.

But it bothered her when her mother followed her father with her head hung. Grace now understood the weight of her parent's marriage. It was dominated by her father and she was weighed down by his actions. She did not have her own say even though they called themselves "pretty forward according to the time".

"You are not doing anything wrong, darling. He is just all over the place," Mrs. Jeong said with her honey-laced voice.

"It doesn't matter. I know he won't be happy with any of my decisions. He wasn't happy when I took fashion designing. Or when I decided to move on. I don't expect him to be happy now. It is how it is. You don't need to say something on his behalf when he doesn't mean it himself. I'm happy with what I have. I know what I am doing," Grace smiled and lowered her fork. "I must get going now."

Before anybody could stop her, she was out of the restaurant.

Feelings. Yeah, they were broken.

~~~

When Grace arrived back home after walking around and sorting out her thoughts, she found her luggage at the door with a note on it.

'We should have named you Disgrace.

Don't show up unless you learn some sense and build some dignity.'

All she could do was scoff and sit on the steps. She called a cab for herself and decided to stay in a hotel for a night and would leave back home to Seoul before everyone else. She didn't belong here. The expectations were different; the ways to handle things were different; understandings were different; the way to look at the world was different. She wondered how Hongjoong lived in this fucked up world, full of heartless people.

The ringtone of her phone pulled her out of her trance as her cab arrived. She did have a cheaper option of staying at Yunho's which was next door but Grace and her family already ruined their dinner, she wasn't comfortable with pushing it too much.

The hotel room was small but cozy. It is always hard to find a nice room on such short notice and that too at this time. There was a window next to the bed that showed off the light traffic around.

Changing into a comfortable loose shirt that she stole from Yunho, she got under the covers and looked outside. Her mind was screaming to hear Hongjoong's voice. So she called him at one in the morning.

Hongjoong was about to go to bed after completing his work for this week when his phone vibrated on the nightstand. The automated voice informed him that the call was from Grace. He got worried. She never called him at this hour.

"Hello? Grace?" He picked up.

"H-hi," her breathy voice didn't help him.

"Hey, are you okay?" He asked worriedly.

"Yeah, I'm sorry that I called this late," she said. Her throat was threatening to burst. She couldn't contain herself.

"No, please, you can call me anytime you want. I don't mind," he softly said. "Please tell me what happened. I can tell something is off."

A sob broke from her throat and tears finally spilled. "I'm missing you, Joongie. I wish I could hug you," I am not fine. I feel like I'm losing everything I have. I'm stuck somewhere haunted. I wish I could be with you and feel like I belong with someone. I'm having trouble, Joongie. Get me out of here. That's what she wanted to say.

Hongjoong swore that he heard his heart breaking into little pieces. "Hey, I'm right here, Grace. It's alright. We will meet on Tuesday, right?"

"Y-yeah," she sobbed. "I miss you so much. You are the best," Grace cried.

Hongjoong lay down on the bed with the phone still attached to his ear. He was hurting too. He knew that there was more to it and that she was hurting. So was he. And he missed you too. He lay there and listened through your cries with his silent tears pouring out.

Grace hated crying in front of people. She hated showing people her weak side but she felt safe here, talking to Hongjoong.

They stayed like that until they both calmed down. Only sniffles could be heard.

"Good night, Joongie," She said.

"Good night, baby."

~~~

Grace had informed Yunho about her early leave. Although, he was salty about her not telling him about last night and straight up going to a hotel rather than coming to his place.

She was too ashamed to even face any of them after what her family did at the dinner. It wasn't about Hongjoong, no, that was never the reason why she was feeling ashamed. It was how her father just couldn't suck it up for a few and always played the victim. It was too much to handle. There were better things to focus on and she was going back to those.

Hongjoong was worried. His mind was still pacing around the bush. The call with Grace made him feel uneasy. He wanted to talk to Seonghwa about it but he held himself. He wanted to take care of her himself and wanted to be responsible.

He was happy too. She called him when she was feeling down. Isn't that good? People, when they are hurt, call the person they trust the most. But it was sad nonetheless because he didn't want to hear her cry like that. His heart was wrecked.

"Tuesday, please come faster."

~~~

It was finally Tuesday.

When Yunho came back, Grace tried to not talk about it as much. Understanding, Yunho didn't push too much. He just let her be.

He knew that personal space meant more than anything to her. She wanted to be left alone. It hurt Yunho slightly though. He wanted her to be happy. And he insisted that nothing bad will happen but we all know how that turned out.

"How does this look?" Grace asked Yunho while twirling in a black dress with thick straps that were knotted in cute bows over her shoulders. It fell an inch above her knees.

"Perfect!" He stood up and came closer. "Excited for the date?"

"Mhm," she shyly said, fiddling with her dress.

"Great! I'll call Mingi then," she smacked his arm playfully. "Oky, no. In all seriousness, I'm so happy and proud of you... I hope you know that the garden doesn't die when you pluck some flowers. It is still filled with colors and joy, oky?"

Grace's heart softened, very well aware of where this all was coming from. "I know. Thank you for everything, Yuyu. I love you so much," she hugged him tight.

"Ya, have a good date. Love you too," he pecked her head.

"Mhm, just gonna put on some makeup and leave."

She kept her makeup simple and neat. Peachy natural look with her favorite nude lip shade looked perfect. Wearing her pretty black heels, not too tall for the sake of her ankles, she was ready to leave to pick her date up.

Saying her wishes to Yunho, who was already calling Mingi, she left. The drive was not so far. Giving him a call, she informed him of her arrival.

Hongjoong came down in five minutes. Grace got out of her car to greet him. "Hongjoong."

He giggled with giddiness, "Grace."

They stopped in front of each other. Grace looked at him up and down. He looked so fucking handsome in his all-black look. His hair pulled back, no longer blue but black. He looked so hot that it made her rub her thighs. He looked like a piece of snack.

"Fuck," was she could say.

"Ah, why? Do I not look good?" He asked with a question mark face.

"No. I mean, wow. You look so hot. It is illegal for you to be out there. Damn, where did that cute hamster go?" She stuttered.

"Oh," he chuckled. "Thank you. You look so good as well!" He wished he could see you. Seonghwa's words repeated in his mind again and again.

"Thank you so much. It means a lot to me," Grace blushed.

Coming closer, she held his bicep and kissed his cheek. The whip of her perfume blessed Hongjoong's nose. His nose searched for more of her scent. His cheek heated at the pleasant contact. Oh, he was falling hard. He loved her closeness. The way he wanted to pull her in a hug, he had a hard time holding himself back.

His thoughts broke when she tugged him gently towards the car, "here," she opened the door and guided him in. She kept a hand above the entrance to prevent his head from hitting it.

Quickly getting in herself, she made sure that everything was in place, and then she started the car and took off to the restaurant she booked for the night. Some nice jazz was being played in the background. The silence in the car was pleasant. It was like they were away from the loud world, in their safe space.

The night was chilly. Grace shivered and got goosebumps. She quickly opened the trunk of her car and took the black shawl with her to keep her warm.

The waitress took them to their table which was in the corner, away from nosey people. Luckily she booked an indoor table or else she was going to fall sick. Anyway, the aroma of the restaurant was luxurious. The sizzling sounds of the meat from the little show they put on were enduring to their ears.

Grace sat next to him at the round table. She recited the menu to him and ordered whatever they decided on. Hongjoong's hands were on the table. They were so beautiful and looked so soft. She brought her hand up and held his warm one with her cold one.

"You are cold," he said.

"Don't worry I have a shawl," she kissed his knuckles.

Giggling, he brought her hand to his lips and kissed her, lingering a bit there. "I will always worry for you, Grace."

"And I will for you, Joongie," she looked into his eyes. They weren't focused but she knew the hidden feelings behind those dark orbs.

"With that, I wanna say something," he said.

"What is it?"

"I was wondering if we could talk today?" He sighed, "there are few things that I wanna get off of my chest."

"Of course, that's why we are on a date. Isn't it?" She took a sip of the water that was just served. "What is it?"

"Not here… maybe we could go to mine later on?" He hesitantly asked.

Grace thought about it for a second. "Of course, we can do that."

The rest of the dinner was romantic. They played footsies under the table and the environment around them was giggly and filled with soft voices. The people from other tables looked at them with stars in their eyes. It was a rare sight of two young people in love.

Love…

~~~

"Feel at home, Grace," Hongjoong said as he invited her into his house.

It was small and cozy. He had some plants and many books on the shelf. Some pictures around with, what seemed like, his family. The living room was clean and well organized. It had warm colors, giving the homely feeling that she never felt in her own house. This felt like home. Somewhere she would want to go after a long day at work.

"It's an absolutely wonderful place, Joongie. So cozy and clean," she said.

He blushed, "thank you. I can't see, but I try to maintain as much as I can. It makes me happy."

"You surprise me every time, Joongie," she sat on the fluffy couch.

Hongjoong carefully sat next to her, trying not to end up on her lap. "I'm just trying my best."

"And you are doing better than anybody," she whispered, flustered at the closeness that he was oblivious of.

But he gasped when her hot breath fanned over his features. He apologized and scooted just a tad bit back. Still close.

"What do you wanna talk about?" She asked, eyes drinking up his features from the intimacy.

"There are so many things. I don't know where to start," he chuckled nervously.

"We have the whole night, Joongie… let it out," she took his hand and rested it in her lap, and caressed it.

"I feel so much for you, Grace. It scares me," he confessed.

Her pupils dilated but her eyes saddened at his last statement, "what scares you?"

"That I'm not enough, you know? No matter what, I'm still a disabled man. I can never be someone perfect. It scares me so much. I feel like our chapter is small, you know? Like, we are meant for less time. And I wanna embrace this time with all I have. I can't make you mine because I just can't be enough. I'm not enough," he tried to keep his tears back.

Grace's hold tightened around his hand. "Why do you think like this? You are enough. You are better than anybody else I know," a tear slipped from her eyes.

"After our date, my parents asked me to be there the next day. They wanted me to meet someone," he paused. "Seonghwa and I went there the next day. They had invited an old friend of ours. Well, theirs. They have a daughter and we used to play together, Seonghwa too. The three of us were inseparable. It was so nice back then. But one day, Ara— the daughter— got disgusted by me and fought with me. We were still young kids. I think we were seven back then. She left. She never came back to play with us and a few months later, the whole family flew to America… Now, after so long, they came back. I- my parents and hers wanted us to marry each other," Grace's hold loosened.

'Is that it? Is he breaking up?' Before she could go any further, he held her hand and continued.

"After she fought with me back when we were kids, I wasn't interested in her, not even a bit. But they insisted that we should talk in private because back then we were young and– and couldn't understand certain things. So we did talk…" he smiled with tears brimming his eyes as he looked down to the side," Guess some people don't change."

"Listen, I really don't want this," Hongjoong said as he closed the door of the guest room behind him.

"Do you think I want this?" Ara harshly said.

"I know you don't," he whispered and sat down on the sofa that was in the corner and she sat on the edge of the bed.

"Who would want to destroy their life after being with a disabled person who can't even see and is dependent on others? God, I hate it so much! Why did my parents think it was a good idea to send me off with someone like you? Ugh, this is so bad. It would be so shameful to be out with you! My friends have so much better, no, an abled person with them. It would be such a shame to be with a blind rag. And then deal with all the pity. Fuck. This is so fucking bad! Who would even want to be with you?" She exaggerated a sigh. "You are not enough, Hongjoong. You are, in the end, blind and no one wants to be with someone like that. God, even deaf people are better. At least, they can see and go their way properly without that annoying stick and just bumping into people. So fucking embarrassing… I am gonna say it again, You. Are. Not. Enough!" With that, she slammed the door shut and went out and acted as if nothing happened, and confessed about her long-term hidden boyfriend.

Grace was biting her lip so hard to keep the ugly sobs in. This Ara girl was mean. "You don't have to listen to her," she said after swallowing the lump in her throat. "She had no right to be disgusted by you. You are perfect! Fuck, I can't imagine how wrong she is. Joongie, you are enough, perfect. Please, don't listen to her," you wiped his silent tears.

"She didn't fight for nothing," he sadly smiled. This was it. The truth, the sour truth was coming out.

"What do you mean?" Grace asked.

"I wasn't blind before," her heartbeat stopped, her mouth opened and her eyes widened.

"Huh?" She let out.

"I had a perfectly fine vision. No eye disease or anything. I was perfect."

"Th-then what happened?" She stuttered.

"My father works in a chemistry lab. He often took us there and showed us harmless tricks. He was always careful with us and the chemicals. But one day, one of his coworkers brought his son. He was restless and sort of mannerless. His father kept my father occupied and wasn't paying attention to us. The boy was touching different chemicals and stuff so I stayed away from him because my father always warned me about these chemicals… He came back, the boy, and stood next to me, acting that nothing was fishy. He smiled creepily at me and called my name," he took a deep breath," he threw some chemicals on my face," Grace gasped shakily, tears streaming down. "My eyes burned so much. Everything was blurry. I could hear my father screaming and the chaos happening… it was all a blur, scary. I fainted," his voice shook.

Hongjoong felt like reliving what happened back then. He never talked about this before. But he kept continuing, "when I was coming into consciousness, I could hear the beeps of the machine and faint sounds of people. I remember opening my eyes but it was all dark. I started crying, screaming I can't open my eyes, mama. I can't see. Turn on the lights! They came rushing in. I could hear my mother telling me it was okay."

"Hongjoong, love. Please calm down. Don't cry, mommy is here," Hongjoong's mother hugged her.

"Mommy it's dark!" He cried.

"I know," her voice broke.

"I was scared of darkness…" Grace finally let out a sob. He kept on going, "I was so scared that time. I wanted to look at someone. I wanted to look at my mother and father. I wanted to see where I was. Something but not black. I was a mess."

"Mommy please, please turn on the lights. I can't, I'm scared," his tiny hands fisted his mother's shirt.

"Baby, the lights are on…" she whispered in his ears.

"I still can't see," he trembled.

"Baby, do you remember what happened? Before fainting?"

He took his time to remember and nodded, "yes, papa's friend's son threw something in my eyes and they burned."

"Yes, baby. They burned. You– you can't see anymore," she cried.

Hongjoong froze. His cries stopped. But his body trembled even more. His hold tightened even more. He pressed his cheek even more into his mother. "Mommy?"

"Yes, honey?"

"Don't leave me. I'm scared."

It was silent. Only Hongjoong's and Grace's sobs could be heard. It was painful to tell and hear. She could tell from his voice the pain he was hiding.

"That was when she fought. When she came to know about this, she fought. I don't know how her tiny brain thought of harsh things but it did. At that time, it was all fresh. I was hurt and broken but she broke the last part left. I hated her but blamed myself… I still do," he wiped his tears and reached for Grace's face to wipe hers. "I don't care about her… I just want to– want to see how my parents look. How does Seonghwa look, you know? Their image in my head is not clear anymore. It was the only thing that kept me going. But as I grew up, it started to fade away. They all were so young. Seonghwa was little and innocent. I wonder how they look now. My parents must have wrinkles by now, I think, well, at least my father. I remember he had some near his eyes back then. Mom, I don't know about her. She has been a skincare enthusiast forever… Grace," he violently sobbed, "I wanna see my parents. It has been my wish since the day I woke up," he cried. "I wanna see Seonghwa, fuck, that man stayed with me since then. He had done so much for me. I wanna see you too. Seonghwa tells me about you and I would be lying if I say that it doesn't hurt. I fucking wanna see you! Why did this happen to me? Why am I the one being punished? I hate it, Grace. My heart, Grace, hurts. Fuck!" She hugged him tightly against her. They cried together in each other's arms.

She pulled away and held his hands again and brought them close to her chest, "it is her loss. Joongie, you are perfect. So perfect that I can't stop thinking about you. Baby, you are the best, blind or not. I can't imagine the pain you went through but I do know that you're stronger than you show. I love that. I adore that. You are much more than that," her forehead rested against his. "Your parents are so great. I love that you love them so much. I can't imagine how it feels," her throat squeezed.

"I'm fine now. It's alright. And I know you do. Trust me I appreciate it so, so fucking much," he kissed your forehead. "You make my life so better, do you know that? I always think that you are an angel in disguise. You make me feel many colors. You are my novel, make me feel things that I have never felt before," Grace chuckled at his novel metaphor, knowing how they spent the very first day together and talked about books. She was so in love with this man.

"You are my novel too, Hongjoong. You are better than any novel I have ever read. And I wanna read you more and more…"

"Can I ask something?" He asked.

"Mhm."

"That night, when you called me and cried… What happened that night? Don't lie. If you don't wanna talk about it, then just say it but please, no lies," he requested.

As much as Grace hated to talk about it, she felt like she needed to share. He opened himself in front of her and it was only good if she opened up too.

"The thing is, that the environment back at my parents is not good. It's mostly because of my choices. They haven't been too good," she began. "I have always chosen the wrong things unintentionally. And I always thought a bit differently when it came to a career. My father had different plans than mine. I have always been into fashion. I loved putting together clothes. I loved designing them. Hell, I would make clothes for my dolls on my mother's sewing machine. They thought that it was just a craze but I adored it. And when I went into the line of fashion designing, my father kinda always had a bone to pick. He would tell me that I couldn't go far in this line and that I would be lost and come back crying for their help. I was bothered and did what I wanted. But that was the beginning of all the hate. Other than that one of my poor choices was boys that I dated. It was bad. Really, really bad. Every single time, they would leave me feeling insecure about myself. But once, it went too far. There was this guy I loved dearly. We were happy together. So many would be jealous of how we used to be. You know, it was a picture-perfect relationship. We were together for two years and I trusted him with my whole heart. Whatever he said was right for me… When there is a relationship, there most probably will be a physical relationship too. There was for us," she curtly said the last word. "I felt safe with him. He praised me and told me how beautiful I was. There were these dreams he made me see about the future. But it all came down crashing one day," she took a deep breath. "It was the last week of university. I got ready to go and when I reached, everyone was looking at me. They were whispering to themselves. Some were passing comments and called me names. I didn't know what was going on until someone shoved their phone in my face," her voice broke. "There was me. In the bed. Naked. With him on top of me, fucking me. I don't remember that specific night. We always had sex while we were drunk. The sex was consensual but the recording was't. It was so disgusting. I saw my world falling apart in front of my eyes. I was humiliated. They picked on my insecurities. Some weren't even there but they made me feel insecure. This traveled to my parents... And my father was angry. He wouldn't even spare me a glance. But one day he busted out, screamed at me, yelled at me. He broke me. I needed support but he declared me as if I was nothing to him. Then I stopped going back. I worked my ass off day and night to earn a living and build up a business. Yunho was there for me. He bought me food most of the time. He took care of me… Even after years, he still hates me. He doesn't celebrate my achievements. And that night, we were at dinner. He didn't talk to me at all. But then he started passing on indirect comments about me. And somehow they started talking about me and my relationship… I told them about us. That I find my future with you," she sniffed.

"What did he say?" He asked in his choked voice.

"He never approves of me," Grace sadly said. "But don't worry. I'm so proud to have you with me. It's his problem, I can't change his mind… You know, I stopped being in a relationship after that. I was afraid of being with anyone and getting wrongly judged. You make me comfortable in my own skin. Fuck, you make me feel important," the last line is what made hongjoong know that they both are on the same page.

"Grace, whoever did that to you, he did something so terrible. I won't ever do that to you. None of this was your fault. You didn't make a bad choice you are so fucking talented and now you have such a big business. Your father is at a loss. He did unjustly to you. And the people who made you feel bad about yourself, are fucking jealous of what you have. Look at you, so gorgeous and perfect. I bet you are so, so beautiful. Grace, please, please don't hang onto them…" he sobbed.

"Joongie, you are the best."

"So are you," he held her head in his hands and joined their lips together. He tasted like the chocolate dessert they had before leaving the restaurant. His pillowy lips swallowed her glossy ones. They fit perfectly.

Hongjoong pulled away, "Grace, I wanna feel you. I wanna feel the beauty I have, please," his voice came out as a whisper.

"Feel me up, Joongie. I'm all yours," she caught his lips in the kiss again. It was sensual, slow, and filled with unspoken meanings.

"Let's go to my room, okay?"

"Yes, please."

Hongjoong guided her to his room, he opened the door and switched on the lights, even though he was blind and necessarily didn't need lights, he still turned them on just so that the house was nice and bright, unlike his old life.

They sat on the bed but before they could move any further, Grace stopped them. "I wanna feel you like you will feel me," she said.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"Blindfold. I wanna put on a blindfold and feel you and look at you through my mind. Can I do that?"

"You can do whatever you want. Let me just feel your face first," his hands flew to her face. He traced her forehead and moved to the bridge of her nose. His other hands explored her jaw and cheek. The feather-light touches sent shivers down Grace's spine. Her lips felt wet and swollen against his touch. "You can put it on now."

She held the tie that was around his neck and untied it to wrap it around her eyes. All she saw was black. The realization was hitting her hard now that she knows that he wasn't blind before. You can't live with this darkness without freaking out and he was still a child who was innocent and too oblivious to what was happening.

"I'm ready," she whispered.

"You sure?" He hesitantly asked.

"Yes, please."

His hands traveled up her arms, leaving goosebumps on her skin. She felt so soft and warm. He felt her skin getting goosebumps which made him giggle in adoration. His hands reached to the shoulders where the bow knots were, and he gently pulled them to untie them. He let them fall off of her shoulders, and moving towards the back, he undid the zipper that he found when he hugged her.

The dress bunched up around her waist and she got up, throwing it somewhere in the room, and sat up properly. Her fingers found his shirt's buttons and opened them and shrugged his shirt out. Her hands didn't go for the chest but the face first.

His features felt so sharp and symmetrical. Coming down toward the long neck and sharp collar bones, her warm hands wandered over his chest. His pebble nipples poked her palms and she teasingly pinched him.

"Hmm, stop teasing me," he rasped. His hands moved down to her breasts. They were so soft and plushy, he cupped her and squeezed them. He was trying hard to picture her in his mind. She was beautiful.

"Fuck," she silently moaned. "More, Joongie," she pushed her chest against his hands. He pinched her erect nipples and took the right one in his mouth, "oh!"

Hongjoong explored her while mouthing her nipple. His fingers hooked around the elastic of her lacy panties and swiftly removed them. "Lay down for me," he guided.

He carefully got on top of her and caressed her side. His hands moved to her thighs as he spread them open. He explored her legs, going through each and every curve and her feet were soft.

Hongjoong felt some stretch marks around her waist and butt when he caressed them. He traced each of them with care, trying to copy the image in his blurred mind.

"Hongjoong… please, don't," Grace felt insecure when she figured out what he was doing.

"Sh, babe. This is so perfect. So beautiful," he kissed her lips with love. "Prettiest person I have ever felt. So gorgeous for me."

Finally moving ahead, his hands gently hovered over her inner thighs and her pussy. "Please," listening to her pleas, he finally allowed himself to feel her most intimate parts. She was hot and wet. Dripping wet. He spread her labia with his middle fingers and tapped around with his index. When he poked a bumpy thing, she flinched and tried to close her thighs.

"Is this your clit?" He tapped it a few times, finding it interesting.

She dumbly giggled, "yeah… ohh," she moaned when he rubbed it with some pressure.

His one finger kept on rubbing tight circles on her clit while the other found her dripping cunt. He slipped his finger and her pussy made a squelching noise. He dipped his head until his nose touched her pussy. He took a deep sniff of her musky scent. It made him harder than he was. He kissed her clit and swirled his tongue around it and gave it a nice suck, it made Grace arch her back with pleasure. It had been a while for her.

"I wanna feel you too, Joongie," she sat up.

"As you wish," he whispered and waited for her to do something.

Grace was nervous. He didn't want to hurt him so she placed her hands on the bed and followed where the dip on the bed was getting intense. Her tips brushed against his legs and she moved up his legs towards his thighs. She went even above his pants and roamed her hands on his soft yet firm tummy.

She unbuttoned his pants and helped him get out of them. Her fingers lingered around the waistband and finally cupped his length through his underwear. Her hand moved up and down, and so did his chest. Nobody has ever touched his dick. I wanted more. He wanted to feel her hands on him without any barriers.

He recklessly discarded his underwear somewhere in the room. Bringing her hands to him, he let them explore him. He leaned back on his hands, head falling back when her tiny warm hand held his big leaking cock. She felt his hard cock. Her finger touched his cock head and swirled It around. Taking the beaded pre-cum on her fingers, she caressed the slit, making him moan louder.

"So big," she excitedly whined. Her free hand cupped his heavy and tight balls and massaged him making him moan her name. Lowering herself, she sniffed up and down his length, taking in his essence, and then took him in her mouth.

"Fuck Grace," he moaned, thighs tightening.

This was overwhelming for him. Oh, he wanted to see how she looked with her lips wrapped around him, how her pussy looked around him. He needed to be inside her.

Flipping her on the back, he pushed her legs until they touched her chest and slipped inside her slowly, trying not to hurt her. They moaned in unison.

It was good. They felt safe. They felt alive again. They felt the spark in them increasing. They were addicted. They loved each other.

"Grace, I love you," he confessed when he reached his high.

"I love you too, Joongie!"

Hongjoong fell on top of her. Catching their breath. Then he moved to the side. He pulled the drawer open and brought tissues out. And tried his best to clean her up and himself.

"Thank you, Joongie," Grace whispered when he cuddled her.

"You are so gorgeous, I have no words for you," he kissed her head.

She cuddled him tighter, "you are the most handsome man ever… are you tired?"

"Kind of but still not," he hummed.

"Can you sing for me?" She asked.

He chuckled, "of course, my love." He started the song while humming the beats.

Honestly

It's kinda been a couple crazy years for me

Letting go of things that were a part of me

It just didn't seem fair, wasn't going anywhere so

I did all the things, I couldn't get away

But thinking of love, it had me so afraid

I needed time alone, I needed time to crawl

I needed time to find my way, so

This time I'm gon' give it everything

And this time I know I'm gon' do it so damn better

This time I promise that I'm gon' give her

All that I can

'Cause I know she'll be worth a diamond ring

And I'll do what it takes to keep this thing together

After all this time you turned me into

A better man

I'm doing better now

All for my emotions to come back around

I feel like I can finally let my guard down

I'm finally going somewhere

Learning how to take things slow

I did all the things, I couldn't get away

And I'm thinking of love, but girl I ain't afraid

I had my time alone, I had my time to crawl

I had my time to find my way, so

This time I'm gon' give it everything

(This time I'm gon' give her everything)

And this time I know I'm gon' do it so damn better

This time I promise that I'm gon' give her

(Whatever it is, I know I'm gon' give her)

All that I can

'Cause I know she'll be worth a diamond ring

(And I know she'll be worth a diamond ring)

And I'll do what it takes to keep

This thing together (keep it together)

After all this time you turned me into

A better man

I don't know who she gon' be

But all I know is she gon' get the best of me

It was Grace's favorite song of all time. Her smile widened from ear to ear. She could feel that he didn't just sing her a song that someone sang, but he meant the words. He chose it, to tell her that he would cross through his insecurities to be the best for her.

She understood him. She understood where he was coming from. And he understood where she was coming from. They were well aware of the fact that this was going to be a journey of healing, a journey of facing the world, a journey of being together through the hardest.

"And you will get the best of me."

~~~

It had been almost a year after the night when they opened their wounds and felt them together. The bond between the two only increased. They were annoyingly cute and adorable. Their friends would fake gag and tease them all the time.

Seonghwa and Hongjoong became part of Grace's friend's group. It was a good feeling to be hanging around everyone without feeling shy or awkward.

Mingi and Yunho moved together a month later. So with that, she moved in with Hongjoong not so long after.

Just as Grace thought, it was amazing living with him. She had someone to look forward to when she went back home. There was someone who tried to make her evenings better after bad days. There was Hongjoong who always made sure that she was taken care of at the end of the day. He appreciated her. He loved her and she loved him more than anything. They cuddled during the night and got through the scary storms at night.

Where once Hongjoong was scared, he felt safe. And where once Grace felt insecure, she felt beautiful.

"Joongie?" Grace returned a little later today.

"Hey, welcome back," he found a hold of her waist and swayed her left and right. He was always excited to feel her and sniff her scent.

"Hi," she wrapped her arms around him. "How are you?"

"I'm fine. What about you?" He pecked her lips.

"Hm, great," she smiled.

"Yeah?" He chuckled.

"Yes. By the way, we have to be somewhere tomorrow," she kissed his cheek.

"Where?" He buried his head in the crook of her neck.

"That's a secret… I hope you will like it," her hands played with his hair. "Cuddle me in the bed?"

"Sure, love," they went into the room and stripped to their undergarments. Getting under the sheets they cuddled up into each other. This was their favorite time to spend together. Just melting in the heat of their love.

"I love you, Joongie," she whispered.

"I love you more," he kissed her hair.

~~~

The next day, Grace came back home around lunchtime. She picked him up and took them to a junk food place for a quick meal so that they wouldn't get late to where Grace was taking them.

After the meal, they drove somewhere, it was sort of far from what Hongjoong felt. He didn't ask questions, he trusted her.

"We are here," Grace informed as they came to a halt after a turn.

She helped him out of the car and up the stairs at the entrance of someplace. The warmth of the place hugged him. It smelled like a new place.

"Oh, Good afternoon!" He heard a man speaking. "I was waiting for you."

"Hi, Mr. Cha. Hope we didn't make you wait for long," she greeted.

"Not at all!"

"If you don't mind, can we look around ourselves a bit?" Hongjoong was confused.

"Sure! Take your time. I'll be outside," Hongjoong heard footsteps fading.

"Where are we, Grace?" He asked.

"We are at a house that I wanted to come to with you," she said.

"Why?" He was still confused, "whose house is this?"

"No ones," she replied. "Do you remember when we were talking about houses?"

He thought about it, "yeah."

"Remember, you said that when you were a kid, you always wanted a house that overlooked the city?"

"Ah, when I was a child, I wanted to live in a place from where I could see the whole city. We went to a party once and their house was like that. I loved it there," Hongjoong said when they were cuddling.

"Yeah? How was it?" She asked.

"It was breathtaking, as far as I remember," he smiled.

"I bet."

"Yeah."

"And when we talked about moving to another house and you said that I should look out for one… I found this one, it looks over the city…" Grace held his hand.

"Grace you did not," Hongjoong gasped.

"Nope, I did not... Just yet," she said. "Here feel the house. They have the furniture but we can remove it from the deal."

His hands moved along the walls and the windows. It felt like a gigantic house. She guided him to the balcony where the cold wind hit his face and made them giggle. The railing was cold under his touch.

"Grace, did you buy it?" His voice was heavy with emotions.

Grace guided them back into the house to keep him warm. "Nope. Not yet."

"Oh," he let out.

"I can't buy this without your approval. I want this to be ours. I want to live where you feel good. And it won't be a great thing if you don't have a choice," she caressed his cheek.

"I can only trust you with this. Your choice is my choice," he said. "I can't even see. And I know, you found the best."

"Yeah, that," Grace took a deep breath.

"What is it?" He asked.

"Your vision. I- I talked to a doctor about this, your condition I mean. He said that we can get your vision back. I looked up to eye donations," it was silent.

Hongjoong's face was unreadable. "What do you mean that you talked to a doctor?"

"I–"

"And what do you know about my condition!?" He harshly said. "You are one of those, right?" Tears brimmed his lids.

"No, It's not like that!" She tried to talk.

"No, it is like that. You can't be with a blind man, right!? You must be so ashamed, right? Fuck, is it because your parents don't approve of a blind!?" He raised his voice.

"No, Joongie! I took your files from your parents, I wanted to do this for you."

"Shut up! You all are fucking mean! Why didn't you ask me, huh? It's my decision to make. I knew the ways too but have I ever talked about them? No, I understand, I'm blind, and no one wants to be with a disabled man! Everyone is fucking right, I am not enough!"

"But—"

"Please, please no," his knees felt weak so he kneeled on the floor, tears streaming down his red cheeks.

Later on, Seonghwa came to pick Hongjoong up. He was confused after seeing Grace and Hongjoong crying on the floor. None of them said a thing so he just took him with him.

His insecurity failed him.

~~~

"What the fuck, Hongjoong!?" Seonghwa raised his voice.

It had been two days since he picked him up. Seonghwa was so confused and frustrated. Finally, Hongjoong got ready to tell him what happened there.

"What? I'm sorry that I don't want to be with someone who can't accept me for me," Hongjoong huffed.

"You are such a fool!" The older one said. "She wanted to do this for you!"

"What do you know about it?"

"Because she talked to me about this! That's how I know," he barked.

"You knew that too!" Hongjoong was shocked that everyone knew this.

"Yes, she wanted to fulfill your god knows which wish," he sighed and sat on the couch and held the bridge of his nose.

"What wish?"

"I don't know… she said that she only wants to see you happy. And you, you let your insecurity win all over again."

~~~

"He is gonna come around," Yunho wiped Grace's tears. She went to their place and stayed there. She just could go back to their place.

"I don't know. He was angry. I hurt him," she cried. "I should have talked to him before. It's my fault."

"It is not. He didn't listen to you. He let his anger rule over him," he tried to calm her down.

"But now he hates me," she sniffed. Mingi brought more tissues and ice cream.

"Princess, it's alright. We will get you two to talk, oky? Then talk it out," Mingi rubbed her back.

"I hope so. If he doesn't want to be with me anymore, it's okay but at least he should know my intentions."

~~~

A week later, Yunho and Seonghwa decided to put them in the same room and leave them there until they sorted their things out.

Both were getting eaten by guilt. Hongjoong, because he didn't listen, and Grace, because she didn't talk to him before talking to the doctor.

Hongjoong could smell her comforting scent. His head lowered in shame. He realized how his insecurity can destroy his whole life. Just when he thought he was better.

"J-Joongie?" Grace carefully broke the silence.

"I'm sorry, Grace. I-I was influenced by my insecurity. I didn't mean to yell at you," he apologized hastily. He was afraid of losing her.

"No, please. It's my fault. I should have talked to you first and should have thought of a better way to approach you," his heart broke at this.

"Grace, you don't need to think twice when you talk to me. I'm sorry I made you think like that. I promise I won't do this ever again. Please, forgive me," he sobbed.

"Joongie," she got up and sat next to him and took him in her arms. "Let's talk it out, oky?" He nodded. "Remember, when you talked about your past and how you wanted to see your parents and Seonghwa?" He nodded again. He could never forget that night. "I wanted to fulfill your wish. I can't see you like this, wanting to see your parents but can't. You deserve whatever you wish for. I wanted to give you that. I didn't do this to offend you or because I was ashamed of you. I'm not. I love you too much and there is nothing for me to be ashamed of. And I approached your parents after we met them. They were happy about it. So I planned everything out. And then found a great doctor with whom we talked. And finally, we are getting somewhere. But if you want to, I understand that. I will cancel—"

"I'll do it," he interrupted. "I'll get the operation done."

Grace's heartbeat increased. "Are you sure? You don't have to do that."

"I want to. I thought about it. There is nothing I can lose from this operation, so why not?" He smiled and held her face in his hands and caressed her cheeks. "If I get the chance to see my parents, Seonghwa… And you, I won't let it go…"

Her own tears dripped down her cheeks. She joined their lips in a feverish kiss. It was mixed with their salty tears.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

~~~

A month passed by waiting for a call for the operation. And it finally happened when the doctor informed Grace that they had eye donations in and that they should get it done within twenty-four hours.

They drove to the hospital, where Hongjoong's parents and Seonghwa were waiting. He was silent, worried about the whole procedure. He would be lying if he said that he didn't dream about seeing the people he loves. He held Grace's hand tightly when he walked into the hospital. He had to leave her hand when they asked him to go into the surgical room.

They all wished him luck and then the door closed. The worries fell on all of them. They wanted everything to go fine. Grace was wishing hard for this to go how she was expecting.

The operation took a few hours. Finally, the main doctor walked out with a wide smile. "Hongjoong's operation went well, without any problems. But his bandages won't come off until two weeks from today. We will keep him in the observation room for today. But you can't meet him right now. He is resting and it would be better to not give him much stress. Only one attendant should stop back."

"Thank you so much, doctor. Thank you for giving us good news!" Mrs. Kim said with tears in her eyes.

"Well, let's hope when he opens his eyes, he doesn't face any difficulties," with that he left.

Mrs. Kim turned toward Grace, "Thank you for doing this, Grace. You are just like your name!" Mrs. Kim hugged her.

Grace wanted to cry. Her words were in contrast to what her father thought. "No, you helped so much. Thank you."

"Grace, no one does this for anyone these days. We owe you a big one," Mr. Kim said.

"No, Sir. As long as he is happy and fine, it's all fine," she said.

"Dad, call me dad."

~~~

As much as these two weeks were filled with excitement for Hongjoong, it was stressful for Grace.

The day wasn't far when Hongjoong could finally see her. Her insecurities came running back. Haunting her.

Currently, Hongjoong was taking his afternoon nap and Grace was standing in front of the full-length mirror only in her undergarments. She looked at every inch of her body and hated it. She hated how she looked. She hated how her stretch marks were so visible. She hated how her stomach looked. She hated how her face looked. She hated it all.

Her tears were rolling down silently. Fear was rising in her guts. He was gonna leave her after he came to know how ugly she was. She was sure that he would be devastated. He deserved the doll-type girls. Someone like a kpop idol. Someone perfect. Someone who wasn't her.

She bit her lip until she could taste the metallic of her blood.

This was going to end soon. The Hongjoong and Grace chapter was coming to an end sooner.

~~~

It was the day when Hongjoong's bandages were coming off. He was nervous but excited. He couldn't wait to see everyone. He was bubbling with happiness.

"Ah, I can't wait to see you, Grace," he said while they were driving to the hospital.

"Me too," she said.

Grace looked horrible. She was feeling insecure. The sleepless nights gave her dark circles under her swollen eyes. She covered it up with makeup. She didn't want to show him that when he will look at her for the first time.

When they reached, the nurse guided them to the private room where the doctor was gonna treat him. His parents and Seonghwa were there, all dressed up nicely. They had brought fresh flower bouquets for him. Some gifts as well. The room was decorated with minimalist decorations.

"Best of luck, Joong," Seonghwa said.

"Yup, my boy, I can't express how happy I am," Mr. Kim said.

Hongjoong giggled, "thank you."

The doctor knocked on the door. He came in with a wide smile, followed by a nurse. "Hey, Hongjoong, ready?"

He nervously chuckled, "yes."

"Alright then, let's get over this, shall we," Hongjoong sat on the chair and nodded.

Grace felt her anxiety building up. She quietly walked out of the room and looked inside through the slight gap.

The doctor started unwrapping his bandage. Each role made their heartbeat faster. It reached the end. The doctor removed the cotton pad from his eyes.

"Now, slowly open them. It will take time to focus so don't freak out," he said and waited for Hongjoong to open his eyes.

Hongjoong slowly opened his eyes. When the first ray of light fell in his vision, he gasped. His chin wobbled and his eyes felt like tearing up. Everything was blurry but he could see the colors. He let out a choked noise.

His eyes blinked for a couple of minutes and finally, he could see. It was his mother. His sweet sweet mother. Her tears were streaming down her cheeks, and so were his.

"M-mama?" He violently cried with his mouth wide open. "Mama!"

She came forward and hugged him tightly, "yes, it's me," he held her face and looked all over her features. She was so beautiful. He couldn't believe that he was seeing her again.

He cried loudly, he saw his father crying. He opened his arms for him who immediately took him in a crushing hug. "Dad!"

"Yes, Joong. Yes," he cried.

Grace was looking at the scene unfolding. It was the first time she saw his eyes focusing on someone or anything. She cried too. She was so happy at the same time her insecurities made her afraid to go back in.

Hongjoong looked at the other presence in the room. A tall handsome man was standing. Just like everybody he was crying too.

"Seonghwa?" The older one nodded and let out a choked sob. He too took Hongjoong in a hug.

Hongjoong looked at them. He couldn't stop crying. It was the first time in years that he got to see them. He had lost hope. But here he was today, looking at the people he loved dearly. It was only possible because of Grace. Grace?

"Where is Grace?" He asked through his cries.

"She was here just now," Mrs. Kim said.

Grace hid away when she heard them talking about her.

"I'll go see where she is," Seonghwa patted Hongjoong's back and walked out.

When he walked out, he couldn't see her. He walked around a bit and found her in the cafeteria. "Grace?"

She flinched and looked at him. "Y-yea?"

"What are you doing here? He is looking for you."

Grace hesitated and lowered her head. Seonghwa could see through her. "Hey, don't worry. He is gonna love you. You are so gorgeous, come on. Let's show him what he got to show off," he held her by the shoulders and pushed her toward the room.

Hongjoong was talking to his parents when the door opened and showed Seonghwa. The older man smiled and moved aside to show a girl who was standing there with her head hung low. Hongjoong's heart ran faster than ever. His parents said something about privacy and walked out, closing the door behind them.

Grace took a deep breath and looked up at Hongjoong who stood up, mouth falling open. Tears rolled down again. They both sobbed and he came toward her. His hands found their way to her jaw as he tilted her face up. He cried again and looked deep into her crying eyes.

"Gorgeous. Just gorgeous," he looked at her forehead, her pretty eyes, her nose, her bitten lips. He chuckled and pulled her in a kiss. Grace let her loose and hugged his waist. "What did I do to have such an angel for myself? Fuck, I'm so lucky."

"I'm the lucky one, Joongie," buried her head in his chest. He hugged her close.

"Show me your face please?" She looked up. "So beautiful. I can't believe my eyes that I'm seeing you. My mind's image can never justice you."

Grace found herself crying even more. She was so lucky to have him in her life. He made every second better. He was her only ray of light. And she was the only one who brought the rays back into his life.

He kissed her inviting lips again, "I am so in love with you, Grace."

~~~

Hongjoong went around to meet all of his friends. They were shocked as most of them didn't know about this. Yunho and Mingi were the only ones who knew this.

He felt so good to see everything. He loved looking at Grace the most. He swore that she was an angel. He felt like crying every time he looked at her. Her beauty was blinding.

Later on, they went back to the house Grace had brought him to. He had to pinch his skin to know that he wasn't dreaming. It was a modern house. Everything looked so expensive and beautiful. His eyes couldn't get away from the scene on the balcony. The whole city looked so beautiful.

Hongjoong was happy. He got more than what he ever asked for.

Seonghwa gave him a gift that contained many pictures of him and everyone. They all were so memorable. He loved the fact that they all looked at him with love. There was a separate section in that album in which there were pictures that Seonghwa took sneakily. There were pictures from the Yungi engagement party. From their first date. And even the one from the date when they told each other about their past.

That one was his favorite. They were standing with Grace's arms around his neck. His hands were on her waist and their foreheads were touching. The picture was taken from a low angle. The yellow street lights were reflecting on the wet footpath. It was a perfect picture. Her dress looked so pretty and fluffy. Their skin was reflecting the yellow of the light. Hongjoong got it framed in a bigger size and hung it up in his– their room.

His thoughts were interrupted by the arms that were wrapping around him from the back.

"Hey," Grace said.

He turned around and found her naked. "Fuck, you gonna kill me someday." He pulled her in a hug and cupped her ass.

"You look handsome," she whispered, lips brushing his lips.

He smirked and wrapped his hands around her thighs and picked her up, bringing her to the bed, he threw her on it and got on top of her. "You are so sexy."

Hongjoong kissed her bare chest and took her nipple in his mouth. It was so hot to see her naked. He loved her like this, wiggling and moaning under him. He loved missionary but with her knees touching her ears. This way he could see the whole of her.

Her swollen pussy, her puckered hole, her tits, her pretty and fucked up face with tears running down her cheeks and mascara staining her skin. The best was when she had his cum all over her.

He removed his boxers and took a hold of his hard cock. He pumped him and brought his cock to her entrance. "I just fingered and ate you. Still hungry for me?"

Grace whined, "please."

"Whatever my sexy lady wants," he entered her.

He felt lucky. He fell in love with everything. Even darkness didn't scare him anymore. As long as he had Grace by his side, everything was better and more beautiful.

Grace felt like the most beautiful girl ever. Hongjoong never forgot to show her off to his new friends and to the people he worked with. He started his career as a musician. His fan following blew up the moment he released his first song. Bigger companies wanted him to work with him. It didn't take time for him to get a big spotlight. He still gave motivational speeches. He helped many people and invested in charities.

He had indeed given her the best of him.

They came down from their high and were cuddling. Grace's head was on Hongjoong's chest. He relaxed her the best. He was her safe place.

"Joongie?" She called.

"Yeah?"

"Sing for me," he smiled and picked his guitar up off the floor.

He started playing a beat.

~Mm-hmm

Mm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm

Mm, hmm-hmm

Mm-hmm

Mm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm

We finally found our home

A place where we both belong

Somewhere we can be alone

And dive into each other's worlds

We'll fade away

Out of the blue

We can stay

It's up to you

Watching the stars, they shine

I think I might stay for a while

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

I think I might stay for a while

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

I think I might stay for a while

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

I think I might stay for a while

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

I think I might stay for a while~

Grace looked up at him with teary eyes. He looked down and cupped her cheeks and pulled her in an innocent kiss. There was nothing better than being in each other's arms. They found a home in each other's eyes. A world too. Their whole entire world.

"You are so gorgeous," Hongjoong said the millionth time.

"Joongie, I can never be thankful enough. Thank you for feeling the real me and looking at the true me," he smiled and wiped her tears.

"Thank you for looking at me through your mind. Thank you for accepting my…

Blind Beauty…"

Fin...

.....

Sanaa's note:

It's done. I hope you liked it. I have never written this much in two days, tbh. But it was worth it, I guess.

I really appreciate your feedback💓

The behavior of all the characters is visualized.

Taglist:

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*original pictures are not mine, I just edited them*

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ateezfanficthingies · 2 years

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Fallen Angel (Part 2) - Choi San

Genre: Angst, fluff (???)

Word count: 1359

It's been over 2 weeks since San's arrival and while he's adjusting to his new life in Hell, he can't help but feel like he's being watched.

This is a Y/N fic but not a reader×San fic.

Also spoiler alert: part 3 is gonna be long as fuck. 😭

Part 01

Part 03

I DON'T OWN THIS IMAGE/THESE IMAGES. I EITHER GOT THEM FROM TUMBLR OR GOOGLE.

THIS IS MEANT PURELY FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES AND IS NOT MEANT TO REPRESENT NOR SLANDER ATEEZ NOR IT'S MEMBERS IN ANY WAY.

Surprisingly Hell has been great. I happened to land in an area that is essentially just a warmer version of Earth. The burn in one's lungs caused by the hellfire was easy to accommodate to from the start, probably because I was already a deity. Y/N showed me around the house and we cleared out the spare room for me.

Her kindness surprised me, I didn't know kind demons existed, but then again I only recently became aware of the existence of evil angels…

I was shown around Hell, met some of Y/N's friends but mostly I've been going up to Earth. I refused to let go of the responsibilities I had as an angel and continued to try and help where I can. The break from the reality that I'm no longer an angel is one I've gladly welcomed. It hit me really hard but with Y/N's help I'm coming to terms with the fact that it's just a change in titles. I'm still capable of and allowed to do everything I did before.

And frankly a part of why I keep visiting the surface is because I can't shake the feeling I'm being watched.

Even now. While I'm walking Hell's streets. I feel like there are more eyes on me than in Heaven. I feel like someone's constantly studying me but everyone barely looks my way. I shook my head trying to get my head clear and returned to my new home.

"Hey Y/N! I'm back!" I announced.

Y/N (who was on the couch meaning her back was facing me) threw up a peace sign and continued watching TV.

I went to grab some food, the concern still floating around in my head.

"Hey Y/N…" I called out to her, a tad dazed. She turned to face me. "'Sup?".

"Are fallen angels common in Hell?"

"Oh absolutely not!" She chuckled. "Why?"

"I feel like I'm being watched and I don't know why. Do I still have some of my old energy?" She looked up in thought and shook her head.

"No, not really. And why would you be watched? Even if you did radiate a noticeable amount of angelic energy, nobody gives a shit here." Her words didn't really put me at ease. I shrugged and went to my room.

I flopped on my bed and groaned. For some reason I was tired. It's not like I did anything today, I was just tired. My face was being cooled by the (slightly) cold sheets and I felt my eyes close slowly.

Who the fuck is that?

I felt an energy rapidly approaching, a threatening energy. It was familiar but I couldn't place who it was.

I jumped out of bed and walked towards the door, almost bumping into Y/N who looked just as concerned as I was. I looked out the windows at the front but failed to see anyone except one demon who was walking the opposite direction, listening to some music.

I went outside and looked around not noticing the being behind me resting on the wall just between the door and window. Well, I fully noticed him once he shot a dark ball of energy at my back, knocking me to the ground. I turned around and almost choked.

"SEONGHWA?!" his hair was jet black, overtop each of his eyes was a red streak , and his red smile was crookedly drawn on, the new facial features resembling a clown.

"Run." he grinned at me.

"Seonghw… b-but you were dead! I held your corpse in my arms!" He rolled his eyes in annoyance at my remarks.

"I thought you were gonna pull some shit, you sick fuck. It was a fake." I dodged the ball of earth he summoned and threw at my side, rolling onto my knees like I was at the starting line about to run a marathon.

"'Pull some shit'? Wha- DID YOU THINK THAT WAS ON PURPOSE!?" I kept my wings ready in case we took the matter to the skies.

"What 'angel' needs a dagger that can kill deities?!" dark, glowing spots started appearing around him, slowly growing bigger.

"I was trying to destroy it!"

"You were trying to destroy me!" He screamed out.

"Who the fuck are you!?" a voice sounded from the doorway.

"Y/N! GET OUT!" I was just too late. Seonghwa had already slammed a chunk of rock into her and she flew back into the house. Quickly turning his attention to me he machine gunned all the dark orbs around him. I rocketed upwards and just barely missed every last one until my right wing got shot at the top. The ball burned a hole through my wing like acid, immense pain spread like wildfire and I crashed (shoulder first) into the street, making a nice big crater as I landed.

I groaned as I turned on my side to I try and catch my breath and work through the pain. I turned my head to the right to see a seething demon make his way towards me. All he needed was an explosion in the background to complete the look.

"I went back up to Heaven to make sure you got what you fucking deserved, but they'd already kicked you out…" from somewhere to his right a dull light shone in my eyes for a split second. He stood at the crater with a manic look on his face.

"And why were you sent down here? If I wasn't there to kill they wouldn't have known."

His chuckle began vibrating in the ground around me and I saw where the light came from.

I forced my wings to fly through the pain and just missed the dagger. I heard it make contact with the ground that lay beneath my shoulders. My wings only got me out of the way however the pain was far too much for them to keep me in the air but when I fell I managed to (not very gracefully) land on my feet, stumbling back a little bit.

Seonghwa's maniacal grin was filled with rage. He stayed in his hunched over position and slowly turned his head to face me.

"Well, they put one and one together." his demonic voice sounded like a mishmash of souls and hit me like a shockwave sending a stinging pain through my skull. He took this moment to speed towards me and slash at me - barely missing my chin. He tried to slash at me again but I caught his wrist and the other hand that attempted to free it.

The power struggle continued and the pain I felt in my wings when flying had weakened me significantly.

I slipped my wings between us and spread them out, forcing him backwards as I let go. He fell on his ass and quickly got up to dust himself off. The panic very quickly appearing on his face as he looked around the ground beneath him before looking back at me. His face went pale.

"S-Seonghwa I'm sorry…" I tried to hold back sobs. I loosely held the knife in my left hand and wished it didn't have to end this way. But there was literally no way in Hell he would let me live long enough to convince him that I didn't intend on killing him back when we were angels.

He started to move but I sped forward and jumped on him forcing him back down. I sat on his abdomen and quickly raised the dagger, watching for a brief moment (of hesitation) how he hissed and clawed at me, his demonic screeching could have made my ears bleed along with my heart. So I plunged the dagger straight into his chest. Every beat of his heart vibrated into the dagger. He wasn't able to scream. But he was able to chuckle. He no longer had enough strength to conjure all of his demonic energy so the voice that chuckled was a voice I knew. A voice I still cared deeply for.

He coughed up some blood as he strained his voice;

"I'm not the only angel you've dragged down here...".

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gyusbambi · 3 years

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back to you; seonghwa

genre: angst with happy end!

warnings: heartbreak

it’s loud. typical for a college party, where the sight of many people attaching their bodies to each others makes you want to throw up. the combination of the loud annoying pop music and the smell of alcohol makes everything worse and you have absolutely no idea why you even attended this one.

to free your mind? to forget your problems even if it’s for a few minutes? or perhaps even to find another person, who can distract you from your loneliness?

oh, how foolish you are to think that. how stupid of you to think that you can find joy and happiness at a party, where you sit alone in the corner, observing other people being affectionate to each other. the only feeling you’re experiencing at that moment is the sickening pain in your stomach and your crippling anxiety, as your glance moves around the room.

and how you wish you wouldn’t look around but instead leave the stupid party. because the next thing you know, your eyes spot the figure of the reason you’ve been doing miserable.

the moment your eyes land on him, you feel your heart beat faster. it’s ridiculous how you hold your breath, hands gripping onto your cardigan tightly as the rest of your body freezes on spot. blinking a few times, you gulp and start to analyze the beautiful face of the person who’s standing on the other side of the room.

of course, his soft black hair slightly covering his forehead looks incredibly beautiful. although the room is dark, the few lights landing on him make his flawless skin glow. besides that, you can read the emotions in his shiny eyes from such a distance. his big round eyes are formed into almost crescent moons as he tilts his back slightly, covering his beautiful smile, trying to suppress his laughter after his friend makes a joke.

it’s crazy how after such a long time, you’re still struck by him at the smallest thing he does. like how now, you softly pound your fist on your thigh in order to come back to your senses. how you press your other palm on your chest to calm your racing heart down.

but you can’t. all the memories of you together can’t calm you down. quite the opposite. as you think of all the happy moments with seonghwa, you feel even sadder. you feel like you’re about to collapse.

then you remember his touch. you remember the feeling of his strong arms wrapped around you from behind as you cooked dinner together. how he hid his face in your neck and how his breath felt on your neck as he laughed at one of your stupid jokes.

or how you cried on the bathroom floor when seonghwa rubbed your back in such a comforting way, telling you it’s okay. when his hand grabbed yours while he softly kissed you. how he said he’d always be there for you. how he’d never leave you.

but he didn’t know you’d be the one to leave.

did you know? yes. you were a mess. you were miserable and hard to deal with. you’re doing bad in life and you felt like seonghwa deserved someone better. someone, who can give him the love he gives to others. someone, he doesn’t have to take care of all the time.

all you wanted was seonghwa to be happy.

and with you he would never be happy. because you’re a mess and you can’t ruin his life. you can’t put him through the same hell you find yourself in.

however, you miss him. you miss him so much. in fact, you don’t think you’ve ever missed someone that much, never loved someone as much as you love seonghwa. plus, you don’t think someone will ever love you more than how seonghwa loved you.

and when eventually his divine eyes meet your unhappy ones, you feel tears in your eyes. completely nervous, you blink a few times in attempt to keep back the fears from falling. however, as you watch his cheerful eyes turn into emotionless ones in a matter of seconds, you can’t help it anymore. no longer able to look into his eyes, you stand up abruptly and rush to the door of this house.

pushing people away while heading to the exit, you feel the tears running down your warms cheeks. the blurry vision due to your tears makes it even harder for you to push through people’s bodies, while you try to make yourself as small as possible, arms wrapping around your upper body.

finally you’re outside and take a deep breath to calm you down. you think that walking for a few minutes will calm you down eventually, but you’re wrong. tears still leave your eyes and you decide to sit by the pool, where nobody is to be seen. then you start sobbing, thinking there is no way to feel okay right now. the music from the party is quiet but still can be heard. your reflection on the pool makes you want to cry even more. your arms are wrapped around your knees as you pull them closer to you.

the past months you’ve felt so miserable. you felt sadder than you were before. ever since you broke up with seonghwa, your life was like actual hell. all you feel is loneliness and sadness.

you felt regret the moment those words left your mouth.

“i think it’s the best for both of us if we break up.”

how foolish you were. seonghwa was the only person in your life. he was the only one, who was by your side no matter what. he was there for you on your good and bad days. he would bring sunshine to your sad days and make good days even better. seonghwa took good care of you. he made sure you were always happy. he made sure you knew he loved you so much.

but you were so dumb. you thought you didn’t deserve him.

but now that months have passed, you realized that no matter how selfish it sounded like, you needed seonghwa. you needed the one person in your life you love with your whole heart. you needed the person you can’t live without. and all you wish, is for him to come back to you. however, it’s too late now. he will never come back again. you probably lost him forever.

these thoughts make you cry even more as you feel the huge pain your chest area.

then, you finally stand up, deciding it’s time to go home since he won’t be the one taking you home anyway. still crying, you glance at your reflection one more time, before you hear the to familiar voice.

“y/n?”

instantly you freeze on spot. it’s him.

and his voice sounds so fragile. he sounds like he can break any moment.

when you stop sobbing and instead wipe your tears away, you turn around to face him. it only takes you seconds to meet his broken eyes. seonghwa only stands a few steps away from you, his right hand in the pocket of his black denim jacket. his gaze lingers on you and you stare into each others sad eyes. his ones are almost red, making you think that maybe, just maybe he cried too. it feels like you’re staring at each other for hours.

the cold air hits your exposed part of your arm, causing you to pull the sleeve of your cardigan down. when you look back up to seonghwa, you feel like you can’t help it anymore.

and without thinking twice, you run towards him with trembling lips, your arms wrapping around his torso so tightly. you start crying again immediately, resting your face against his warm chest.

although seonghwa is surprised and frozen on spot, he pulls you even closer to his body and soon enough you feel the familiar feeling of his strong arms wrapping around you, hand patting your head as his chin rests on it.

seonghwa feels your trembling body which causes him to kiss your forehead and he softly and rubbs your back like the way he used to. soon, he feels himself tearing up as he can’t believe that he can have you in his arms again.

both of you missed this so much. missed each other so much. neither of you could live without each other and would give everything to be together again.

“i’m sorry.” you mumble into his jacket as tears slide down your cheeks,

“i’m so sorry, seonghwa.”

when seonghwa hears you call his name he pulls away, bodies still close to each other, and grabs your teary face with his hands. wiping away your tears softly, he looks into your eyes with so much love.

“please don’t leave me ever again.”, his fingers brush on your cheeks.

“i won’t! i promise i will never leave you again.” you respond and grip onto his shoulders tightly, afraid he could disappear any moment.

“i’m miserable without you, seonghwa. i can’t live without you.”

“i can’t live without you either, love. do you know how i’ve been doing without y-”

“i love you.”

seonghwa stops for a moment, adoring how those words left your mouth with such emotion. he can’t believe how much he missed you, how much he missed hearing you say that.

“i love you too, y/n. so much.”, he says before his fingers brush on your lips and he leans in to connect your lips for a kiss.

and you promise to each other to never leave again.

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ateezlips · 4 years

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He’s such a tease, I hate him 😭

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barnesbabee · 3 years

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ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜰɪᴠᴇ - ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀʟᴀɴᴅ

WONDERLAND MASTERLIST ⇜ ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ - ꜰɪᴠᴇ- ɴᴇxᴛ ⟿

CHARACTER LIST:

White Rabbit - Choi Jongho Absolem (Blue Catterpilar) - Kang Yeosang Cheshire Cat - Kim Hongjoong Mad Hatter - Choi San Haigha (March Hare) - Jung Wooyoung Tweedle Dee - Song Mingi Tweedle Dum - Jeong Yunho Bloody Red King - Park Seonghwa

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“Oh! What a peculiar name! Tell me, Y/N, what is it that you want to ask me?”

"Why do you treat me differently? What makes you... like me?"

The King's naturally red cheeks reddened even more.

"I-I don't know. I like your attitude. You're fearless... And beautiful. You don't have a frog face or cat ears, you look like me naturally." The King explained, keeping eye contact with the pink pea-looking vegetables on his plate.

One of the frogmen in the room scowled at the slight insult but kept on working nevertheless.

"So if I had rabbit ears you wouldn't like me?"

The King looked up from his plate, with a panicked face.

"No, no! That's not what-"

He was cut off by your incessant giggling. You rested your hand on his forearm.

"I was joking, it was a joke."

The King relaxed and sat back.

"A joke? Hm, are all 'jokes' like this?"

You tilted your head in confusion, as you played with whatever was on your plate with your gilded fork.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't think I've heard of these jokes you speak of..."

"Seonghwa, are you serious? How have you never heard of jokes in your life?"

"My life has been rather monotone. Nothing but the teachings about royal life and proper manners. My parents, the old King and Queen, were separated, they didn't even live in the same castle, but the people never heard of this, of course. The King said the Queen had to be moved across the country to rule a part of the land that was in quite a ruckus, a place he couldn't easily reach. They decided to split their children so neither of them would be alone, and Mirana got lucky. The King chose her over me and I was left with my mother. I was about 4 or 5. I never left the castle because my mom didn't want me parading around with the filthy commoners, that much she did right, but it was a life filled with torture and lessons about a future that didn't belong to me. When the time came to pass on the crown the King said Mirana would be the heir to the throne even though I was the oldest of the two, because she had been the one taught by the King, not me. I was wrathful. That just meant I had spent my whole life suffering and preparing for nothing. I had just wasted away my best years. One night I snuck into the castle and killed my sister and the King, with no remorse. It was a bloodbath, but the Knights couldn't do anything, with my sister and dad both dead it meant I was the heir to the throne. But no one respected me. The people were mad I had killed 'their dear Queen'," The King mimicked the people's words with a mocking voice "they never did as I said, so I forced them to listen to me. I'm sure you've heard, or at least noticed, but I hired a witch to cast a spell on them, and then hid her somewhere where magic doesn't work. So yes, I am serious. Any happiness I might've had washed away in the early years of my life, and I can't remember any of it."

You listened attentively to the King's sad story, and you actually felt bad and revolted on the inside. The man refused to look in your direction, out of embarrassment, perhaps. You moved your chair a little closer to his and slowly placed your palm on the cheek slightly hidden by his long fringe. He immediately jumped back and held the same cheek, looking frightened.

"I-I'm sorry... That was unexpected." He said, recomposing himself while holding the cheek you held for a brief second.

"That was on me, I shouldn't have just touched you like that."

"It's fine I... I liked it. It's just that the fringe..." He stopped for a second, and you could tell he was hesitant.

You very slowly and lightly placed your hand on his thigh.

"It's okay." You assured him.

The King took a deep, shaky breath and stared into your curious, slightly frightened eyes. You didn't know what to expect, but as you looked into his dark and docile eyes you thought that maybe, maybe there was more to this man than just a heartless tyrant.

Seonghwa slowly lifted his fringe, revealing a completely white eye, and 3 huge scars, who looked as old as Seonghwa, however, they'd certainly never heal.

"Oh no, what happened to you?"

You refrained from touching his face, as you didn't want to make him uncomfortable, but you certainly wanted to.

"Punishment. I ate too many tarts one day and my mom was furious. She said I'd become an 'ugly, fat little boy', and as a way to discipline me for that, she locked me in a cage with the Bandersnatch. I ran away as fast as I could but of course, it caught up to me. Had it not been for the guards I would've been in a far worse state... I'm glad they pitied me enough to save me."

"What is a Badnerstatch?"

The King smiled slightly at the mispronunciation of the beast's name. He grabbed your hand lightly and stood up, making you follow along. He stood beside one of the big windows in the room and pulled the heavy, black, and red curtain out of the way. He slowly placed his arm around your waist and pulled you closer, as he pointed at a particular spot in his garden.

"Do you see that big thing on the cage? That is the Bandersnatch."

You widened your eyes and looked at the King. The gray furred beast looked huge even from that distance! It looked like a mix between a bear and a dog, and its back was weirdly curved. You could clearly see his sharp rows of teeth and when he growled, you fall back into the King's chest.

"She locked you up with that!? She's mad!"

"She was mad indeed..."

The man grabbed your waist gently and turned you around.

"Y/N, I have a kingdom, I have a castle, I have everything I could ever ask for. Everything but a Queen."

His breathing was steady but you could tell he was uncertain about what he was saying. Not because he thought he didn't need a Queen, but because he thought he was undeserving of anyone's love.

"Seonghwa, you're asking too much of me... I want to go home, I need to go home. I have a life somewhere else, I'm not from here and I don't belong here..."

The King tilted his head, furrowed his eyebrows, and opened his mouth for a second, before closing it again. He was hesitating once more.

"Y/N, I don't know how to tell you this... But you can't leave Wonderland."

Your face instantly scrunched up and you pushed him away harshly.

"What!? Are you going to force me to be here!?"

The King looked offended by the accusation and gripped your arm tightly, pulling you closer to him once more.

"Would you listen to me!? You can't physically leave Wonderland. You can't go back. The Wonderland is the wasteland of every other lands. You're here forever."

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atinyidea · 5 years

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I wasnt sure if i should semd these separate but 7. "I dreamt about you last night" for Ateez Seonghwa And 14. "Can i have this dance?" For Ateez San

[13:13] [F and a lil S] (female reader)

〘BONNIE〙I hope it’s not too much dialogue and not enough blurb!

“I dreamt about you last night.”

“You did?”

“Yeah.”

You took a minute to say anything else, laying on your back as you floated in the water of Seonghwa’s back garden pool. The sun was high in the sky, not a cloud in sight, her warm rays giving you an excuse to use his pool for the first time since he bought the house. You had your eyes closed – despite the thick rimmed sunglasses that adorned your face – just thinking about his words for a while.

“Well, what was it about?”

“What was what about?”

“Your dream.”

“Oh.”

Now it was Seonghwa who fell silent. He was sat on the side of the pool, legs in the water as he simply watched you float a few inches away from him. Your hair spread out around you in the water, the contrast to the clear blue water of the pool framing your head like an extravagant head piece. The sun gave your skin a warm glow and the way the water reflected on your body to create diamond-like patterns against your skin made Seonghwa tongue tied.

He didn’t know why he told you he had a dream last night, a small blush raising to his cheeks as he recalled it. The way your voice sounded as you sighed out his name, the way your body twisted under his touch in a way only he’d be able to give you; the way your skin felt against his; the way your lips felt against his; the way –

“Hwa?”

He looked up at you now, noticing you had stopped floating and now were looking directly at him. In a split decision he pushed himself off the side and dunked himself under the water. There was no way he was telling you about his dream now.

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ateezthings · 3 years

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ATEEZ Reaction: You biting the sheets during sex

@wings-idk said: “Hello, I’m not sure if it’s okay but I was wondering if I can send in two requests: Ateez fluffy reaction to you telling them cheesy pick up lines even though you’re dating already (it’s something I want to do in the future with my s/o 🥺👉👈) and the other a smutty yet fluffy reaction to you biting on the sheets during sex because you’re self conscious of your moans? If you need more time to write them, take as much as you need. ��”

Here it is 😊 Let me know how you like it

Reminder that my requests are currently open :)

Smut, Fluff

Warnings: Sexual content, Language

(This is my first real smut reaction and I struggled so please show smut writers lots of love, shits hard (no pun intended lol))

Jongho

It was the angle. He placed one of your legs over his shoulder to hit a point in you so deep, it made your eyes roll into the back of your head and lewd moans filled the room. You were self-conscious about them so you bunched up the sheets to bite into them to muffle your moans.

Jongho slowed his pace down a little. “No baby, don’t, let me hear you” He took the fabric out of your mouth and traced your lips with his finger, never breaking eye contact.

Then he started to thrust into you again. He filled you out so well, but this time you didn’t hide your moans.

Wooyoung

You were in a rush, he was already late for the red carpet event. So, he flipped up your dress, bending you over onto the bed while taking you from behind. The rush and pleasure were mixing in your hips, you wanted him to thrust into you as deeply as he could. He picked up the pace out of nowhere, almost pounding the air out of you. With his rhythm your moans started to spill. His dick buried deep inside you hit all the right places.

“Wooyoung…” Your moaning was muffled from the sheet you were biting into.

He didn’t even slow down, smirking: “What baby? I can’t hear you”

“Please Woo, fuck me deeper”

He chuckled, he loved hearing your voice in this fucked out state. “Your wish is my command”

Mingi

Tonight, you took control of him: sitting on his hard member, cowgirl-style. Using your thighs to raise your hips, only to let yourself fall down on his dick over and over again. His hands were roaming your entire body, massaging your boobs, wandering down to your bottom. When he started to control your hips, pushing them down even harder you couldn’t help but moan loudly. You grabbed the nearest clothing item and bit down on it in an effort to silence yourself a little.

“I think it’s kinda hot you biting down on my boxers, but don’t muffle your moans” And with that he took the fabric out of mouth, only to guide your hips down on him again. After a few moments he had you almost screaming of pleasure again.

San

Dark eyes. He fastened his pace. He snapped his hips into you at a merciless rhythm. You grabbed the sheets in your hands, trying to grab ahold of reality. Everything seemed like a blur. The only real thing was San and the immense pleasure. You were so close; you couldn’t take much more. Every time he pushed his thick member into you, you couldn’t help but moan. Almost immediately you bit into the sheets next to you. But San stopped moving, just before you could hit your orgasm.

“No… San…don’t stop pl-please… I-” You were breathless.

“Then stop hiding those beautiful moans of yours…” He started to drop sweet kisses down your neck to your breast. You could get lost in the feeling of having his lips on your skin.

Once you realized what he said, you dropped the sheets out of your mouth.

You guided his head up again, so he’d look at you. Sloppy, deep kisses were followed by his slow pace, continuing to build up your pleasure again.

Yeosang

You were sitting on his face, him eating you out in the most skillful way. His licks were short and sweet at first, then longer and more powerful. Licking up and down your folds he had you moaning soon. You bobbed up and down on his face to get a bit of a break but he pushed your hips down on his mouth mercilessly. Your orgasm was approaching fast. Now his tongue was darting in and out of your pussy, his wet warm tongue. It felt so good you started to moan. Almost as a reflex you grabbed a part of the sheets and stuffed them into your mouth to muffle the noises.

Soon after Yeosang realized what you were trying to do, so he stopped.

“Huh- Yeo, please don’t stop, please I need you”

“Then let me hear how good I make you feel”

You could do that.

He started with soft kisses on your inner thighs before moving towards your clit again.

Yunho

Him taking you doggy made it easy for you to bite down on the sheets when the pleasure was getting too much. While going in and out your pussy, he also massaged your clit, driving you crazy. Every time he pushed his hips into you, you moved yours back, to feel him deeper. Your moans could still be heard, even though you tried to hide them.

Suddenly he removed his fingers from your clit and ripped the sheet out of your mouth. “Don’t do that, your moaning is so beautiful.”

He slowed down so he could press wet kisses down your spine. “Yours moans are the hottest thing I’ve ever heard baby”

Hongjoong

Having his head between your legs was heaven. He varied between sliding his long wet tongue down your folds and circling your clit. He started out slow, taking his time to lick and taste you. He had you moaning from that point onwards. At all times he knew what you needed to get closer to the edge. It got to a point where you were so close to your high, you moaned uncontrollably. You felt you needed to hide your loud noises so you bit down on the sheets next to you. Next you knew he licked down the space between your opening and your clit, fully sending you over the edge.

As you came down from your high you guided his head up, your juices still glistening on his nose and chin. When he kissed you, you could taste yourself on his lips.

“Babe, don’t hide your moans please, I love hearing you”

A small smile crept up your lips.

Seonghwa

The sweat on his forehead dampened his hair. You were lost on the feeling of having in you. He thrust in and out of you at a painfully slow speed.

“Ugh Seonghwa, please”

“Please what?”

“Fuck me faster please”

A teasing look in his eyes he pretended to think: “Then let go of the sheets, I wanna hear my name from your lips”

Unconsciously you had already taken the sheets into your mouth to silence yourself a bit, since you were insecure about your moans. Once you had let go of the fabric he started to thrust himself in and out of you again. You could feel every vein on his cock, he was taking his time.

“Seonghw-”

“Louder”

“Please Seong-”

“I said louder, I want the neighbors to hear you”

He quickened the pace so you couldn’t hold back anymore.

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timextoxhajima · 4 years

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Member: PWARK SEONGHWAbs

Category: playlist feels one shot

Genre: fluff and smut (idk how this is gonna turn out lol i just couldn’t get the visual of boss/ceo? seonghwa out my head and you’re his secretary and i just--)

Word Count: 5.7k

A/N: if you haven’t noticed by now, most of my one shots/work don’t really have cliche plots? there are certain tropes/cliches that i don’t really like or i’m just not tuned into being comfortable writing them like eg. boss and employee is pretty nasty, that’s why the chaebol juyeon series turned out like that (i’m not gonna spoil it but if you know, you know that y/n wasn’t just an employee.) so in here, i guess it’s not going to be an exception? i don’t know when the day will come that i will write one that is EXTREMELY cliche and be able to be satisfied/happy with it.

this is the first smut i’m writing for seonghwa; i’ve only been writing it for san and a tiny bit for mingi and the rest’s literally for juyeon ;_; so i hope i don’t butcher it.

see you on the other side :D

“니 맘 전부 알고 있어”

“I know your heart”

“oh god--” you shove the food on your spoon into your mouth, nearly throwing it on the table just as the music starts ringing in the room, and he was already resting his chopsticks on the bowl. “please don’t--”

“seonghw-- ugh.”

too late.

“forget it, do whatever you want at your own dinner table. i can’t believe you invited me over just so i have to watch you have your own concert,” the food calls you again, and seonghwa acts like he’s in a drama or a music video.

“have you finished compiling the contracts from the previous year and making sure everything tallied?” he raises a candid brow at you, his hands reaching out to you as the lyrics ran its course. a frown draws into your forehead, and you swat his hand away, reaching for a piece of fried egg instead of watching him act his heart out.

“i’m still working on it, but i’ll have it in by the end of tomorrow,” the egg finds its way between your teeth and you push some rice in along with it, fingers finding your phone when it lit up.

“wooyoung’s asking if we’re going to hang out anytime soon.”

you look up through your damp hair and glare at seonghwa, hands still flailing around and his torso following along with the movements.

it really was a wonder you’ve been friends with him since you were teenagers, and somewhere, somehow, some deity really thought making you the secretary of one of your best friends was a good idea.

initially, you were relieved that your boss was someone you knew as well as you did the back of your hand, but within the first six months of being seonghwa’s secretary, you literally couldn’t help yourself from hurling a file at him once in awhile.

it wasn’t difficult to catch you screaming at him in the office because he passed out from overworking himself, telling him to go home. not because he was taking a nap, but because you found him sprawled across his desk after working through the night.

that was the day everybody in office found out you were friends from the same circle.

so whenever anybody had the slightest issue or complaint about their boss, they’d come to you in hopes that you would smack -- or yell -- some sense into him.

seonghwa had his shitty days and it didn’t stop him from being a terrible boss; you could empathise. but otherwise, he’d be strutting around office and annoying the hell out of both you and your colleagues by giving them sweets, to the extent that someone would wonder just how he was the one everybody needed to address as ‘boss’.

“wooyoung? but hongjoong’s overseas and mingi practically vanished off the face of earth. if he wants to have a meal together, he needs to hunt mingi down first,” the fishcake in the soup suddenly contained enough power to make seonghwa stop rolling his chest and send it into his mouth.

“i’ll tell him no then,” the message sends and you put the phone back down onto the table. “anyway, the security told me when i left the office that the camera in your office is down and they’ll have someone sent over to fix it over the weekend, so they just told me to relay the message to you.”

“why wouldn’t they just email me?”

your tongue digs into the gap between your gum and your upper lip sa you reach for the glass of coke. “i’m pretty sure they’ve given up emailing you, especially since you don’t use that email address often.”

“hey, i have one for office operations and one for business, is that so wrong?” his defensive tone causes his voice to crack and go off tune, striking a funny bone in you despite already hearing it a billion times over.

“i didn’t say there’s anything wrong, it’s just annoying when you give someone your email but you don’t even check your inbox,” you finish your last spoonful of rice and chicken, downing the soup to wash down the food. “but anyway, point is, don’t do anything dumb in your office.”

he scoffs, finally returning dedicated focus to his food. the food that he bothered to prepare for you before even telling you he was cooking dinner. it made you obligated to show up, else you’d get an earful from him for being ungrateful.

“name me one dumb thing i could do in my office,” his cat eyes widen and the whites around his pupils glare at you under the lighting.

“how would i know?” sucking the grains of rice from the hidden spots in your mouth, letting the water droplets on the side of the coke glass run over your nails and drip off the base. “like have a heart attack and pass out tomorrow, if you choose to stay over time?”

seonghwa stretches his legs under the table, and his sock-covered feet jab you in your ankles. a sharp ‘tsk’ slides out from gritted teeth, and he laughs at your reaction.

“it’s not peak period for companies to be contacting me now, so that probably won’t happen.”

“well, don’t leave your office door unlocked or something, someone could waltz right in and find your shit and that’ll just might be the end of you.”

“honestly, i thought it would’ve been funnier if you encouraged me to do more dumb things in the office, since there wouldn’t be any footage of it.”

wincing in disgust, your hands wipe the water off the surface of the coke glass and you flick it at him. a loud snicker blocks out the music for a moment when he ducks and uses his arm as a shield.

“god forsake i recorded that and told the office you said that,” the coke glass empties itself down your throat, and you help yourself out of the seat to help him clear the dishes.

“it’s a good thing you’re worth trusting then,” you hear him say loud enough for you to hear while you rest the plates in the sink.

a chair drags across the floor and the soft clinking of the porcelain plates from the dining table mixes with the water gushing out of the tap.

if you had to describe your friendship with seonghwa, it’d be an open book.

one of the best things about being friends with him was that he was always mature enough to look past little arguments or conflicts that shouldn’t have an impact on your friendship.

sometimes he was whiny and pouty and it nauseated you, but he was always one to have your back whenever you needed it. his shoulder was always there for you to cry on, not the mention the hugs he gave.

so why ‘open book’?

“i’m only worth trusting because you kept my secret and prevented anybody else from blowing shit out of proportion.”

a gentle chuckle rings by your ear, and seonghwa refuses to fill the sink with more dishes while you were still standing there. there wasn’t a time when he’s hosted a dinner and let his guests do the dishes for him.

the water runs the dishwasher soap off your skin and you step away for him to take over.

“it didn’t blow out of proportion only because i didn’t tell anybody else,” he turns and flashes his smile at you, and it reminds you of the first time you fell for it.

you guessed it.

park seonghwa was the love of your life at some point of time, and he knew.

in fact, nobody else knew besides the two of you.

you had made it so painfully obvious that if anybody was observant enough, they’d be able to pick it up. luckily for you, hongjoong was too busy making sure mingi wasn’t sticking a pen down his throat just to prove a point, and seonghwa was the only one who noticed you staring at him.

so ‘open book’ in some sense... for the both of you. not so much anybody else outside your exclusive friendship.

the fear in your chest and entire body was so overstimulating in that moment he caught you staring at him, with eyes you assumed he would’ve found creepy, that you could’ve cried in that instant.

it wasn’t likely that he’d stop being friends with you just because you had feelings for him, but it was likely that he’d start distancing himself from you just so he wouldn’t hurt you.

~~~~~~~~~ FLASHBACK ~~~~~~~~~~~

“don’t fuckin’ let him swallow the pen!” he yells at hongjoong, who was struggling to use his relatively shorter limbs to hold mingi’s long limbs down. your stressed vision was darting back and forth between the little wrestling match and confusion and fear start to swallow you like waves on a stormy day when seonghwa gets out of his seat and walks towards you.

“come on,” he shows you a hand. everybody was seated in his living room, pizza boxes empty and coke bottles neatly thrown into a trashbag in the corner with the flashes of light from the television brightening the room every few seconds. “let’s go out and grab some fresh air while these two idiots settle themselves.”

seonghwa literally pulls you to your feet, and he must’ve guessed how much shit you thought you were in, for you to require someone else to tear you away from the ground.

the sliding doors rustle open, and the cool autumn air outside greets you as if to mock you. the street lamps outside his house prevent you from seeing any stars, but you remember why you were out here in the first place.

your fingers find each other, your nails automatically starting to pick and peel at the skin on the other hand as seonghwa pulls the doors shut, muffling the whining and the screeching mingi was polluting his surroundings with.

your forearms were rested on the surface of the wooden barriers, and your eyes looked dead straight in attempt to avoid his. the wooden barrier creaks, and you catch a glimpse of his hands gripping the rough surface, his torso leaning over it at an angle so he could meet your eyes without needing to shift you.

the thumping and racing in your chest was so rapid and aggressive, you wish you were dead instead. your lips parted, already prepared to say sorry and get the hell out of his life before he breaks your heart first.

“seonghwa, i--”

“no, it’s okay,” his voice was gentle in the almost-quiet atmosphere. “i was already suspecting it, and you only confirmed it.”

the blood rushes from your feet into your face, and your knuckles whiten from the amount of effort you channeled into holding the wooden barriers to support yourself. the last thing you wanted to do was to pass out infront of him.

“i know you don’t feel the same, but i don’t want this to ruin our friendship,” mustering enough courage, you turn to him and lock pleading eyes with his.

“well, neither do i. i wish i could ignore it, and if you were just any other girl, i wouldn’t have bothered having this conversation with you,” he turns and leans his lower back against the wooden boards. “but it’s you and you’re one of the few things i can’t risk losing.”

silence.

“this friendship is more important than whether or not you reciprocate. so even if you did, i’d be terrified to even start one with you... in fear that we’d break up and everything prior wouldn’t mean anything,” the words roll of your tongue with such fluidity, it surprised you even more than it did for seonghwa.

“if that’s the case, then i’m relieved,” he pushes himself off the wooden planks and digs his fingers into the top of your head, ruffling your hair. “i don’t want our friendship to finish so pathetically either, so i take it that you want this conversation to be just between us?”

the nerves in your body tell you to nod, and you carry it out before the thoughts even get processed.

a weak smile curls his lips upwards, and he removes his hand from your head. “okay. you have my word.”

~~~~~~~~ NOW ~~~~~~~~~

so just like that.

you and seonghwa made a silent deal never to tell anybody, and you made an effort to shove your feelings for him so far down your heart, you think you might’ve shat it out into a random toilet bowl in the last six years or so.

“anyway,” you recall how you even got to this part of the conversation. “so don’t do anything remotely dumb in the office. if anybody encourages you to do it, i’ll murder them myself.”

his teeth glimmer in the light and the water starts running its way through the bubbles and foam on his hand and the plates in the sink.

you stay long enough to remind seonghwa not to do anything stupid in his office the next day and to lock the door whenever he wasn’t in, at least five times over. seonghwa forces you to eat some strange concoction of ginseng and peach juice before you had to run out the door and straight home.

the next day at work passed strangely quicker, and much quieter than you thought.

seonghwa didn’t spend much time outside you office, and your colleagues handling external liaisons were busy too. it wasn’t difficult to figure out that despite seonghwa saying that companies wouldn’t be approaching him for new partnerships, one big one must’ve come by to keep him in his little box in the corner of the floor.

but more often than not, being seonghwa’s secretary made you feel obligated to stay until he actually chased you home. and even if he did, you’d try to peel him away from his workspace too, well aware that he’d probably spend the night in his office if you didn’t.

today wasn’t an exception.

the last external liaison officer left the office and waved goodbye to you, leaving you at your desk in the cubicle nearest to seonghwa’s office.

you gather the contract summaries and place them into a clear file, throwing your phone into your suitcase and pulling your blazer over your shoulders. after you hand him the contract administration file, you’re going to make sure he went home today, even if it meant shoving him off his seat.

you stretch out your arms to straighten the sleeves of the blazer, one hand clutching onto your suitcase and the other holding the file. turning off the light at your desk left seonghwa’s office light as the last remaining source of illumination of the area.

“seonghwa,” you call out, trapping the file between your elbow and your rib as you knocked on the door.

“door’s open,” his voice sounded so tired and strained, you wish you could scold him for being so hardworking, but that was just the way he is.

“i thought i told you to lock the door,” seonghwa’s eyes were plastered to the computer screen, sheets of paper strewn about on the desk. usually you’d be surprised, given how neat and organised seonghwa had to be. but since this must’ve been one hell of a contract, you could understand that he lost some of his bearings.

“i’m in the office, there’s no reason for me to lock it,” his eyes tear away from the screen and look down at the papers.

the office smelled like febreeze, which you already were used to. seonghwa sighs a loud sigh and he gets out of his seat, stretching his limbs while you walk around to his desk, placing the file down and picking up some of the sheets he was just looking at.

you drop your suitcase to your feet and your eyes naturally begin to skim through the brand new contract he spent the entire day obsessing over. seonghwa shifts and you hear his shoes pace up and down the space behind you, probably trying to get the blood circulation going from the hours of sitting down.

the lamp sitting on his desk illuminates the papers in your hands into a bright white, and the printed black words become so much shinier under it.

“oh? samsung?” your eyes widen slightly at the name printed on the sheet. “no wonder you’ve been in here the whole day.”

he hums, and you start to feel his torso looming over you from behind.

“what else do you have to do though?” you flip through the sheets, and he pushes your hair aside, his fingers lightly brushing against the skin under your ear.

“not funny, seonghwa,” the frown deepens into your forehead when you notice all the sheets had already been filled up. “are you clearing emails? if you’ve filled up the contract sheets then there’s no reason for you to be her--”

the pressure on your lower back combined with the soft breathing on your neck cuts off the oxygen from your nose to your lungs. the air hitting your skin causes goosebumps to erupt all over your skin, and you start to cringe from the ticklish sensation. you flinch and your shoulder shrugs up to your ear as you turn around, taken aback to realise he was standing right behind you, barely giving you any space to turn.

“uh...” the air was eerily still, and there was a strange look in his eyes that you don’t find familiar. your rear rests against the edge of the desk, and you pass the sheets to your left hand, right hand reaching up to wave it infront of seonghwa’s face. “are you okay?”

“i’m more than fine,” gently wrapping his fingers around your palm, you raise a brow in confusion.

you sigh and return the sheets back to the middle of the desk, hand still in his. “you look like you’re going to pass out, is there anything wrong?”

naturally, your other hand finds his, and you pat the back of his hands like you were petting a dog.

“i need to ask something, and you gotta promise to answer me honestly,” there was a hint of fear and anxiety in his voice, and you didn’t like it.

nonetheless, he was one of your best friends and he wouldn’t ever hurt you, no matter what he said.

he was probably going to ask something you would find offensive.

“alright,” you release his hands and cross your arms over your chest. “hit me.”

seonghwa shoves both his hands into his pocket and straightens his back, the change in posture making him look taller than what you were used to seeing.

“do you still feel the same?”

the muscles in your neck snap your head backwards, and both eye brows lift themselves further away from your eyes. a small snort escapes your nose, and you start to nibble on your thumb.

“‘still feel the same’? about what? about what happened seven years ago in your living room?”

the smile doesn’t disappear from your lips, and it only gets wider when seonghwa nods.

“park seonghwa,” you chortle, lifting your hand up to his forehead and pressing so hard into his skull that his head tilts backwards. “are you sure you’re okay? because i’m pretty sure that’s your juiced-out brain talking.”

one foot was already turned to walk out from between him and the desk, but he slams his left hand onto the surface of the expensive wood, and the loud slap of skin against wood startles you.

your head whips to the left to look at him, and it dawns on you that he wasn’t messing with you. not a single feature on his face twitched, and you could see his soul crawling out of his eyes and threatening to squeeze into yours.

“an honest answer.”

the most vital organ in your body starts to race, and the sensation yanks you back seven years to when seonghwa figured it out for himself.

you haven’t felt the same kind of panic and worry since then.

“i’d like to believe i’ve gotten over you, why?” the neurons in your brain struggled a little to piece that sentence together.

“so it’s not a definite ‘no’?”

straightening yourself, you pat down your blazer and jab a finger into his shoulder. “did you not hear a word i just said?”

“y/n,” this time he grabs your wrist, and you could feel the groves and bones of his fingers. “it was a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ question.”

a pause, and you start hearing your heart in your ears.

“do you still feel the same?”

everything inside you screams ‘no’, but you were well aware that if you had to even convince yourself that that was the case, then it was obvious the answer is ‘yes’. you start screeching at yourself in your own head, knowing that if you kept quiet any longer, seonghwa’s sharp eyes and extreme situational awareness was going to help him crack the code.

“i--”

“so it’s a ‘yes’.”

fuck me.

“seonghwa, let me explain, okay? it’s not that i didn’t try, i’m just letting those... stupid feelings wear away on its own,” you writhe yourself out his hold and he releases you, but you couldn’t prepare yourself for what he said or did next.

“there’s nothing to explain, just let your heart tell you what’s good for you.”

there wasn’t a single cell inside you that could tell you why you were so scared, so when seonghwa cups your cheeks with his hands and presses his lips against yours, the realisation pulls your eyes wide open.

red and white sirens go off violently in your head like declarations of war, and your palms press flat against his chest to push him back.

“what are you-- seonghwa, if you think this is funny, then you need to know that it’s not. at all.”

“no, please, i didn’t mean to make you think i’m messing with you,” his eyes soften, and you were relieved to realise that the seonghwa standing in front of you right now was the one you recognised.

“really? because if we weren’t friends for like ten years, i’d think you’re just another playboy.”

seonghwa offers a weak chuckle, and he rubs the back of his neck in embarrassment. you take a few deep breaths to steady your heart, the mind-boggling situation not exactly resting in a comfortable spot in your head.

“is that how you really see me? a playboy?” he raises a brow with mischief, and the slowly diminishing gap between the two of you alarms your senses all over again.

“i’m well aware of how the girls in school used to look at you,” his breath starts to hit your upper lip again, and the hairs on the back of your neck stand.

“okay, but that was seven years ago,” you watch with the slightest pinch of horror when his hands run up your arms and rest on your shoulders. “but now we’re both adults and i’m sure you’re mature enough to understand your own feelings, regardless of what i was treated as in school.”

“could you hurry up and get to the point?” you frown when he leans in again, your head slowly inching backwards. “all this beating around the bush is going to piss me off and i’m going to leave you here alone and go home.”

the sound of his laughter landed in your ears like music, and you let it run through you that it was one of the many things that led you to fall for him.

“okay, well...” he licks his lips ever so subtly, and he tilts his head so you didn’t need to. “if you still have feelings for me then i want you to know that i have feelings for you too.”

the confession rests on your skin like a layer of silk, and your eyes somehow become comfortable closing this time round.

he tasted exactly the way you’d expect him to: strawberries.

your hands were still awkwardly gripping the edges of the table, so when he finds them and pulls them around his own neck, that was when you lost all sense of reality.

you couldn’t decide between kissing him because you still had feelings for him or because you’ve spent so much time being comfortable around him, some part of you felt so at home.

the line was so thin that you physically felt it disappear.

the thought of it was kind of messed up, but it was seonghwa, the one who stayed your friend despite knowing you had feelings for him, the one who stayed and protected you by not telling anybody else.

not wooyoung, not hongjoong, not mingi.

the feeling of your entire existence, and the last seven years, melt into that kiss was so heartfelt, and it may have been your feelings for seonghwa talking, but his lips against yours felt like heaven-born puzzle pieces meant for each other.

seonghwa picks you up and places you on the desk, the kisses soft and gentle, and his fingers on your cheek made you feel like heaven all on its own.

if hongjoong were here, you just know he was going to yell at the two of you for choosing intimacy over your friendship, but for two people who had mutual feelings for each other, there wasn’t much anybody could do about it.

seonghwa breaks the kiss and he gives you a gorgeous smile, the sight shoving a hundred butterflies into your stomach while the strawberry taste lingers on your lips.

“tell me if you’re uncomfortable--”

“we’re in the office--”

“camera’s not working.”

a small scoff runs off your tongue, and he dips his nose into your neck. kisses the weight of feathers land on your skin, and your heart starts running through your chest like it was in a competition. his hands push your legs open, the sudden jerk shooting little bolts of shock up your spine.

whines start to drip over your lips upon the kisses on your neck, and seonghwa drags his palms up your thighs, the pressure slightly but never overwhelming.

he wraps his arms around your waist when he returns his attention to your lips, pulling you so close to him that your chest was pressed against his, and your nose starts to pick up on his scent.

your weight begins to shift backwards as his hands messily push all the things on his table to the side, laying you on your back but never once breaking the kiss.

“this is so not okay,” you huff embarrassedly, arm finding your forehead when he pulls away. you heard him gulp, and it reminds you that he must be as anxious as you were, if not even more.

“are you really okay with letting me do this?” he presses a kiss into your cheek, fingers caressing your knees that he held on either sides of his hips. “you can say no, and we’ll be fine. we let it go once, we can let it go again.”

the look in his eyes were so dangerously comforting, you felt your mind glitch a little trying to process them. seonghwa was so genuine and sincere about your feelings that it made you nauseous. the pricetag the both of you were putting on tonight was your friendship.

one wrong move and it could all go down the drain.

“i’m okay as long as i know that you’ll still be here, even if anything goes wrong.”

seonghwa looks at you with slightly sorrowful eyes, before he kisses you again, and the amount of comfort and promise that you absorbed from it was enough to make you tear up.

“i’ll never leave you, even if we aren’t a couple and if we’re just friends... even if we stop talking fifty years down the road, i’ll still want you to be by my side in the afterlife.”

your nose sours at his little speech, and your heart shatters without warning. pulling him back to your lips, you kiss him like life was going to tear him away from you.

seonghwa drinks your love and need for affection with ease, fingers trailing down your stomach and under your skirt to play with the rims of your underwear.

fingers slide under the material and he smiles into the kiss when he realises your body needed him more than you’d like to admit. you would’ve slapped him across the face if he pulled away just to tease you, but he doesn’t.

he swallows a loud groan from you when he slips a finger in, and your grip around his shoulders tighten upon the blissful sensation.

your fingers start to fumble with the dress shirt he was wearing under his blazer, and bit by bit, the whiteness of his skin start to remind you of milk.

seonghwa removes his finger and sucks it like a lollipop, his eyes flying up to the dress shirt around your chest and he does the same for you.

you couldn’t contain the mewls that slipped through your teeth when he undoes enough buttons to expose your cleavage, and the kisses on the curves of your breast felt like you were already one foot into the afterlife.

the last button on his dress shirt comes undone, and you marvel at his torso. for a split second, you felt so proud you fell for him not because of his face or body, but because of his personality. yet, now with the knowledge that he looked like that under the layers of clothes, it was too difficult a task to hide the lust that overcame you almost instantaneously.

“hold your horses, kitten,” he pulls away from your chest, at the same time removing your underwear from under your skirt. your eyes involuntarily lock with his, and again, you couldn’t recognise them.

“who are you and what have you done to park seonghwa?” you mock him in attempt to calm your own bundle of nerves. a smirk pulls his lips up in the corner, and he yanks you to the edge of the table where his groin was dangerously near your exposed core.

“i’m yours and he’ll come back once i’m done with you.”

you throw your head back into the table when he kneels down, and his tongue finds your sensitive nub. your fingers run through your own hair when he starts flicking against you, occasionally lapping your dripping neediness up. he doesn’t push into you, which was both frustrating and pleasuring at the same time.

you start to lose your grip on reality, and just as you were about to protest against him being such a tease, he removes his face from your south and begins undoing his belt.

your lids were droopy with lust, and watching him undo the button and zipper of his pants made it so much more worth it.

“i wish i knew this day was coming,” you whisper to him as he leans over you again, one arm holding his torso above you and the other, you assume, pulling his underwear low enough to release himself from the material.

“so you can tell the girls that you’re having sex with me in the office?”

the line sounded so lewd, blood began rushing both down to your south and up to your cheeks.

“what, you’re shy now?” the brow he raises was so smug, you would’ve bitten down on his bottom lip if you didn’t suddenly gasp when he plunged into you without warning.

your chin tilts so sharply towards the ceiling, he had to pull it back down for him to shove his tongue into your mouth, and a pinch of pain seeps through your entrance into your thighs.

the harsh, rougher kisses were pulling inappropriate noises out from your throat, and he starts thrusting into you when he assumes you’ve gotten used to him. his right hand was supporting his weight by the side of your head, and his left palm was gripping onto your thigh with such immense strength, you were sure he was going to leave marks by the time you were done.

seonghwa finally pulls away, beads of sweat forming on his forehead and his pants becoming more apparent. your arms grip onto the edge of the desk above your head, and tears start to form in your eyes when the pain completely dissolves into pleasure and bliss.

“my pretty, pretty, secretary,” he huffs into your ear and licks the edge of your skin, the contact sending you over an edge and the friction in your abdomen drilling dirty thoughts into your head.

“seonghwa--” the thrusts get deliberately harder and rougher, the sudden bucking of his hips enough to jerk the entire table. “oh-- shit--”

the tip of him starts to ram into a magical spot inside you, and your eyes roll into the back of your head when he doesn’t stop.

“be a good girl and come for me.”

every word literally gets hammered into you, and it sends you into an abyss of bright light while your legs shiver in ecstasy, and seonghwa pulls out shortly after, his speed allowing him to grab some napkin from the corner of his table so that he wouldn’t release anywhere on his desk.

you struggle to catch your breath, and seonghwa reaches over to clean you off the table.

“oh, no,” you cover your mouth and give a painful chuckle.

“what is it?” his voice was soft and smooth again, and the gears in your head stop to process that this was the same person who just called you a good girl a few moments ago.

he pulls your hand away and gives you a light kiss on your lips, eyes scanning your face with worry and concern.

“i told you not to do anything dumb, but i ended up doing it with you.”

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A/N: WHOO ok that was kinda long for a one shot. anyway, it’s super mellow compared to what i did for pilot juyeon so i hope you (smut)readers don’t mind heh. i’m still working on HOSTIS chapter 2, so look out for it! it should be up any time in the next few days.

thank you for reading, and stay safe!!

- love, dana

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