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“Or watch,” you muttered under your breath, teasing, joking, half testing him which made Yunho’s dark eyes flick up to yours, slow and heated. “Would that bother you?” he murmured, pressing closer, his hand slipping lower now, to your hip. “If he did?” Your breath caught. “You’d be so quiet for me, wouldn’t you?” he said, voice lower now, lips brushing your ear. “So good.” His fingers moved again, slipping between your thighs now, barely touching, just enough to make your whole body ache as his fingers trailed slow and deliberate down the curve of your hip, barely brushing beneath the waistband of your shorts.

“Turn over,” he murmured, voice husky against your temple. You blinked, breath stalling. “What?” He nuzzled closer, lips skimming your cheek, your jaw. “On your stomach,” he whispered. “It’ll be quieter.” You swallowed hard, eyes flicking toward Mingi’s sleeping form. He hadn’t moved an inch, blanket tangled at his waist, mouth slightly open. Dead to the world. Still… “Yunho…” His hand slid lower, palm heavy as it squeezed your ass beneath the sheets. “You’ll keep your face in the pillow, and I won’t let the bed move.” His voice dipped even deeper, dark and slow like honey. “I’ll fuck you slow, baby. You just have to be good for me.”

You hated how fast your body responded, heat pooling between your legs, your breath already shaky. “But….”

“Do you trust me?”

Your heart thudded as you nodded.

“Then turn over.”

The sheets rustled softly as you rolled onto your stomach, cheek pressed into the cool pillowcase. Your pulse fluttered as Yunho eased the covers down your body, his hand dragging them slowly off your back and your hips. He bent low, lips pressing to your spine. “So quiet for me,” he murmured, kissing a trail down your back. “So good…” his hand slid back up your spine, this time bunching the oversized shirt you wore, his shirt, higher and higher until it was caught just beneath your breasts so he could lean over you, pressing a kiss between your shoulder blades, the weight of his body sinking deliciously against yours.

You felt him shift behind you, the unmistakable brush of him thick and hard, pressing between your thighs as he lined himself up. “I missed this,” he breathed, dragging the tip of his dick through your folds once… twice… before he pushed forward, slow, achingly slow and you gasped because you couldn’t help it as he filled you, the stretch so deep and perfect that your mouth parted in a soft, helpless moan.

Yunho froze for a second, buried inside you to the hilt before he chuckled low under his breath, his lips at your ear. “Baby…” he murmured, amusement laced with warning. “You trying to wake him up?” You whimpered into the pillow, biting your lip as he pulled out just enough to make you ache, then slid back in slow, grinding his hips against you with a low exhale. “I said quiet,” he whispered, his hand slipping beneath your shirt to palm your breast, fingers teasing your nipple until you were trembling. “You can do that for me, can’t you?”

You nodded into the pillow, your hands clutching the sheets as he started to move again, deep, slow thrusts that lit fire across every nerve. “You feel too good not to be loud,” he teased, his voice smug now, hips rolling smoother, harder. “But you don’t want Mingi to know how good I’m fucking you, do you?” Another quiet moan slipped out and Yunho grinned. “Thought so.”

You whimpered as he buried himself deeper. Every slow thrust had your body trembling beneath him, your legs spread just wide enough under the sheets to let him move the way he wanted, deliberate, controlled and deep. His hand remained curled under your shirt, cupping your breast, fingers rolling your nipple until your hips jerked back into him like muscle memory and another moan slipped from your lips, soft, breathy and desperate. And then Yunho’s hand moved. Smooth and sudden, he slid it from your breast up to your mouth, covering it gently but firmly.

“Shhh,” he murmured, lips brushing your ear, voice a slow whisper of smoke. “I told you to be quiet.” Your eyes fluttered shut. The weight of his body behind you, the heat of his hand over your mouth, the slow press of his dick filling you again and again, it was too much, too good, too risky. And across the room, Mingi shifted in the other bed making Yunho go still immediately, still buried inside you, hand frozen over your mouth. The only sound was the hum of the AC and the thunder in your ears.

Then… nothing. Mingi just turned over, muttered something incoherent in his sleep, and settled back into steady, oblivious breathing as Yunho leaned down, his chest against your back now, voice low and sinful. “Told you,” he whispered, lips curving into a smirk against your skin. “Even if he did wake up, he’d just go back to sleep.” But he didn’t pull his hand away. If anything, he pressed it firmer against your mouth, his other hand gripping your hip as he began to move again, slower, deeper thrusts that dragged along every inch of you.

He fucked you like he had all night, like his best friend wasn’t sleeping just a few feet away. Every time you gasped, he gave you a warning squeeze. Every time your body tightened around him, he whispered praise against your neck. “You’re so good for me,” he murmured, his pace never faltering. “So quiet, even when I know you wanna scream.”

Yunho’s thrusts stayed slow, but they’d grown heavier, more intentional. His hand stayed wrapped over your mouth, palm damp with the soundless moans you kept trying not to let out. The other was anchored at your hip now, keeping you in place, guiding every roll of his hips into yours with precision. He was breathing harder now, quiet exhales brushing your shoulder as he bent over you, his chest pressing to your back, his dick dragging deep with each measured thrust. And you didn’t hear it. You didn’t see it. But Yunho did.

A shift across the room. A faint creak of mattress springs. A sudden absence of snoring. Yunho glanced up from the curve of your spine, eyes lifting just over your shoulder toward the other bed and froze. Mingi. Eyes half lidded, face barely visible in the shadows. Awake and watching. He didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Just stared across the dark room, one hand resting under the covers, the other loosely curled by his face. His expression was unreadable, half asleep or maybe just mesmerized, but he made no effort to look away.

And Yunho held the stare. His lips curled into the faintest smirk as he gave one slow, deliberate thrust, his hips grinding into you just enough to make your eyes roll back, a soft whimper muffled against his hand. You didn’t notice the shift. Didn’t notice the way Yunho’s attention was split now, half on you, half on his best friend watching silently from the dark as he bent lower again, lips brushing your ear. “You’re doing so good,” he whispered, voice silk and fire. “Being so quiet for me.”

And then, eyes still locked on Mingi’s, he thrust again, deeper this time and Mingi’s fingers twitched beneath the sheet making Yunho’s grin deepen. But you? You were too far gone, blissfully unaware, face buried in the pillow, body arching back into every punishingly slow stroke as Yunho licked his lips, gaze never breaking because he knew exactly what he was doing. He didn’t look away. Not when Mingi’s eyes stayed on him. Not when the blanket over Mingi shifted just slightly, just enough to catch the movement of his hand sliding lower beneath the sheets.

He watched. Controlled. Kept his rhythm steady. All while you writhed beneath him, unaware that your entire body had become a private performance. For him. And now for Mingi as well. You whimpered again, eyes squeezed shut, back arching helplessly against the slow, possessive drag of Yunho’s dick inside you. His hand was still over your mouth, his other gripping your hip so tight it would bruise by morning. His breath hitched once as he watched the outline of Mingi’s hand begin to move, slow and steady, under the blanket.

Yunho’s lips brushed your ear again, voice low, but there was something else behind it now. A sharpness. “You’re taking me so well, baby,” he whispered, just loud enough for both of you to hear. “So wet for me… always so ready.” You let out a muffled moan, head turning toward the pillow, desperate and overstimulated as Yunho’s gaze flicked back to Mingi. Still watching. Still moving under the sheets, hand clearly wrapped around his own dick. Good.

Without warning, Yunho slowly pulled out of you. You whimpered in protest, wriggling your hips back toward him, but he was already moving, shifting, rolling you onto your back with careful hands making You blink up at him, dazed. “Yunho?” He shushed you with a kiss, slow and soft, one hand brushing your hair out of your face. “Shhh. Want to see you.” Before you could answer, his hands gripped your thighs, spreading you open, lifting your legs up, bending them at the knees and hooking them over his broad shoulders.

You gasped. The stretch. The angle. The intimacy of it. Was almost overwhelming as he pushed back in making your hands fly to your mouth, eyes wide as his dick slid back inside you with one slow, perfect thrust. Yunho groaned, quiet but guttural, his eyes never leaving yours. His grip on your thighs tightened, jaw flexing as he pulled almost all the way out and pushed in again, deeper, smoother, harder. “You’re so tight like this,” he rasped. “So fucking perfect.”

You could barely breathe, barely think, caught between the sweet stretch and the shameful thrill of getting fucked just feet away from your boyfriend’s best friend. But he wasn’t sleeping. Mingi’s eyes were wide now, the blanket tugged a little higher up his chest as his hand moved steadily beneath it. He was panting, trying to stay silent, trying not to move the bed. And Yunho was watching every second of it like it was his own personal reward. He looked back down at you, smiling through grit teeth. “Look at you,” he whispered. “Trying so hard not to scream for me.”

You bit your lip hard. Your whole body was coiled tight, legs trembling where they hung over his shoulders, your nails digging into the sheets. And Yunho leaned down, folding you in half more, driving even deeper as his voice dropped to a murmur, for your ears alone. But his eyes stayed on Mingi. “You’re mine.” He murmured against your skin, his voice rough, ragged, but controlled just like everything else about him.

You moaned, quiet and ruined, your hands gripping the sheets like you were trying to stay grounded. And then he grinned. That crooked, dangerous grin he only wore when he knew he had all the power. “And my best friend,” he whispered, dipping closer, his lips brushing your jaw as his voice dropped to a low, amused purr, “is getting himself off to us right now.”

Your eyes flew open. “WHAT?” You tried to turn your head, but Yunho caught your jaw, holding it gently, kissing the corner of your mouth like he hadn’t just detonated a bomb in your chest. “Mmm mmm,” he murmured, voice like velvet sin. “Eyes on me, baby.” And then he started to really move. Not slow this time. Not soft. He drove into you with one powerful thrust, then another, his hips slamming against the back of your thighs with each stroke, the angle hitting so deep it had your mouth falling open in a silent cry.

“Now you’re being loud,” he groaned, burying himself to the hilt. “What happened to being quiet for me, huh?” You whimpered, blinking through tears as your entire body rocked beneath him as he leaned down again, pressing your legs further up, deeper inside you now, your body stretching around him, made to take him like this. “Can’t help it?” he cooed, taunting, lips curling against your cheek. “Knowing he’s over there watching me fuck you like this?”

You finally turned your head and saw Mingi. His eyes blown wide, cheeks flushed, chest rising and falling fast as he sat halfway up in bed now, one hand fisted under the covers, the other braced behind him. He looked wrecked. Desperate. Guilty and aroused all at once. And the sight of it made you choke on a gasp as Yunho kept moving, dragging a hand down your body, rolling your nipple between his fingers as he pounded into you. “Don’t stop now,” he groaned, kissing the corner of your mouth. “He’s already seen everything.”

Yunho was a man possessed now, hips driving into you like he was chasing a high he knew only you could give him. Your thighs trembled where they clung to his shoulders, every stroke sending waves of heat rippling through your core. You were clenching so hard around him, gasping with every thrust, your fingers tangled in the sheets like they were the only thing keeping you tethered. He felt it. He knew you were close. And so did Mingi who was still perched in bed, frozen but visibly falling apart, his chest rising and falling fast beneath his tank top, eyes locked on where Yunho was splitting you open.

Yunho turned his head just slightly, lips parted in a breathless smirk. Then, without warning he ripped the blanket off the both of you and yossed it aside like it was in the damn way. The room was dark, but not dark enough. The lights outside bled just enough silver through the curtains to illuminate your slick thighs, the glossy mess coating Yunho’s length every time he pulled out, and the way your soaked pussy clung to him like a vice, starting to squirt as he kept rutting, pounding into you, grunting, digging his fingers into your waist and slamming into you again, harder, deeper, and your body snapped.

You arched, crying out. And then you broke. A wave of liquid shot out of you, soaking Yunho’s lower stomach, the sheets beneath you, everything. “Fuck,” Yunho hissed, head tipping back as he felt you squirt fully around him, your body twitching violently with the force of it. He looked straight at Mingi, his voice smug, breathless, and absolutely filthy. “She always does that when I fuck her just right,” he groaned. “Makes the prettiest fucking mess.”

Mingi’s mouth parted, his eyes wide and dark, jaw slack as he watched your body convulse under Yunho’s, still trembling, overstimulated and leaking. You were panting, wrecked, barely able to process the aftermath as Yunho leaned over you again, licking sweat from your neck and whispering, “You should’ve seen his face, baby.” And then, with a slow, deep thrust that made you whimper. “He’s never gonna forget this.”

You were shaking, thighs trembling against Yunho’s broad shoulders, your chest heaving, lips parted in a dazed, fucked out expression. And still he didn’t stop. Yunho dragged his dick out slow, savoring the squelch of your soaked cunt clinging to him before slamming back in again deeper making you entire body jolt. “Y….Yunho…” you gasped, a sob laced with pleasure spilling from your throat. “I…. I can’t…”

“Yes, you can,” he growled, thrusting harder now, both hands gripping your waist as he rocked into you. “You’re gonna come again for me, baby. Right here. Just like that.” He shifted one hand lower, thumb slipping between your bodies to find your swollen clit, rubbing tight circles as he pounded into you relentlessly. And the pressure…. it was too much. You shook your head, back arching, voice cracking, “Baby….. it’s…. fuck too much”

“Oh, I know,” Yunho breathed, dragging his teeth over your collarbone. “That’s why it feels so fucking good.” You didn’t even hear Mingi anymore. Didn’t notice the way he was breathing harder, the way the sheets rustled with movement across the room as fucked his hand imagining he was buried inside you along with Yunho. But Yunho did. He lifted his head just enough to glance over his shoulder, eyes locking with Mingi’s and grinned. And then, softly… tauntingly, “You gonna come with her, Mingi?”

Mingi froze, just a beat, before his head tipped back, a low moan slipping out, finally, completely involuntary. The sound of him made you blink, dazed and to clench Yunho a little harder as he leaned in again, voice a low, dangerous hum at your ear. “He’s fucking his fist right now watching me fuck you. And I haven’t even really started yet.” Your eyes flew open, the reality hitting you like lightning as Yunho’s hand slid to your throat, not tight, just there. Possessive. Calming. Claiming. “Look at me,” he whispered. “You’re mine. He knows it. He can fucking watch.”

And then he slammed into you again and you cried out, sharp, loud, broken and Yunho groaned as you clenched around him, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave, body convulsing beneath him as slick poured out of you, your vision going white behind your eyes and Mingi’s moan hit the dark air right after. He couldn’t hold it back. His release ripped through him in silence and shame and awe, his chest heaving, hand still under the blanket, eyes wide and locked on you.

Yunho didn’t stop moving until your legs fell from his shoulders, until you were trembling and gasping and completely ruined. Only then did he slow, finally leaning down, pressing kisses along your jaw, his voice soft now, intimate. “You’re perfect.” Then, louder. For Mingi. “But she’s not done yet.”

Mingi knew he should’ve looked away. The second he opened his eyes and realized what was happening, what Yunho was doing to you just a few feet away, he should’ve rolled over, closed his eyes, pretended to still be asleep. But he didn’t. He couldn’t. He laid there in the dark, heart hammering against his ribs, trying to stay still, to stay silent, as he watched you unravel beneath Yunho, sheets pushed aside, shirt bunched at your ribs, legs shaking, gasping and moaning into his hand like it was the only thing keeping you from screaming.

Mingi’s hand had drifted down before he even registered it, sliding beneath his waistband, fingers curling around himself. Yunho was fucking you slow, deep, possessive. Every stroke was like a threat and a promise, and when your body arched and you squirted, Jesus Christ, Mingi nearly came right then. He’d never seen anything so raw. So fucking real. Then Yunho looked at him. Locked eyes across the room. And grinned. Like he knew Mingi would never forget this. Now here Yunho was like the devil incarnate saying you weren’t done yet.

Mingi blinked. Heart stuttering as Yunho turned his head and looked right at him, still inside you, his voice low, cocky, and utterly in control. “Come on, princess,” he murmured. “You already came once. You might as well come help me wreck her.” Your head turned weakly toward Mingi, eyes hazy, lips swollen and parted. You were still panting, your body a trembling mess, but you didn’t say no. You didn’t say anything. And that silence made Mingi’s pulse slam into overdrive.

“You want him, don’t you?” Yunho whispered, tilting your face toward his. “You’ve thought about it. I know you have.” You didn’t answer with words but your thighs clenched involuntarily around Yunho’s waist and he smirked. “That’s what I thought.” He looked at Mingi again. “Take your shirt off.”

Mingi hesitated, his whole body frozen between desire and disbelief. But then he saw the way you looked at him, tired, wrecked, but eyes flicking down his bare chest when he sat up, pupils blown wide with curiosity. With want. So he stood and walked toward the bed slowly and Yunho leaned down, kissed your throat, then looked up at Mingi with a grin that wasn’t just invitation, it was challenge. “You’ve seen what I can do to her,” he murmured. “Now show me what you want to do.”

Yunho's challenge hung in the air, his voice low and commanding as he kept his dick buried deep inside you, the slow grind of his hips never faltering. Mingi hesitated at first, his face flushed deep red, eyes darting between his best friend’s possessive stare and the way your body trembled beneath him. But the tension built thickly in the dim hotel room, the city lights casting faint shadows across all of you. And slowly, Mingi shifted, his own dick still hard and leaking from the earlier release as he dropped to his knees beside your bed, drawn in despite the disbelief etched on his features, until he was right there beside you both.

Yunho's hand stayed firm around your throat, not squeezing too tight but holding you in place with that dominant grip, while his thrusts remained deliberate and unhurried. He pulled back almost all the way before sinking in again, stretching you open inch by inch, making sure you felt every ridge of him. "That's it, Mingi," Yunho murmured, his tone laced with taunt. "Come taste her. She's dripping all over my dick, and I know you want it."

Mingi swallowed hard, his breath ragged, but he moved, positioning his face near where your bodies joined. His tongue flicked out tentatively at first, lapping at your swollen clit with wet, broad strokes that sent sparks shooting through your overstimulated nerves. The sensation layered on top of Yunho's steady fucking, his dick sliding in and out right against Mingi's mouth, and Mingi groaned into you, the vibration rumbling through you. He didn't stop there, his tongue working eagerly now, circling your clit before dragging lower to swipe along the base of Yunho's dick as it plunged into you. The dual sensation was overwhelming, hot, slick pressure on your clit combined with the way Mingi's lips brushed Yunho's dick on every thrust.

Yunho grunted in approval, his hips picking up just a fraction, still controlled but deeper, filling you completely each time as Mingi's free hand wrapped around his own dick again, stroking it with desperate pumps, his fingers slick with his previous cum as he fucked his fist in time with the rhythm. He was overstimulated already, his body twitching from the intensity, yet he couldn't pull away, his tongue lapping messily at both of you, tasting your arousal mixed with the faint salt of Yunho's skin.

Your moans grew louder despite the hand on your throat, muffled only partially as Yunho's fingers tightened just enough to remind you that just because his best friend had joined, you were still his. Pleasure built in waves, your pussy clenching around Yunho's while Mingi's tongue flicked relentlessly over your clit, sucking gently now and then before returning to lap at the spot where Yunho entered you.

Mingi whimpered into you, his hand moving faster on himself, hips bucking into his own grip as overstimulation hit him hard, his dick throbbing, yet he kept going, chasing another release as Yunho watched it all with a dark grin, his gaze locked on Mingi even as he drove into you, the pace dragging out every sensation until your body quivered on the edge again. The minutes stretched on like that, Yunho's thrusts unyielding, each one pushing you higher while Mingi's tongue worked you over, alternating between your clit and the length of Yunho sliding past his lips.

Sweat beaded on Mingi's forehead, his strokes on his own dick growing erratic from the overload, but he didn't stop, his mouth open and hungry against you both. You felt the coil tightening in your core, your walls fluttering around Yunho as another orgasm built, slow and inevitable from the prolonged attention until finally, Yunho's control snapped just enough. His hand gripped Mingi's hair roughly, fingers tangling in the strands to hold him in place as his hips snapped forward harder. "Fuck, that's it," he growled, his dick pulsing inside you as he came, flooding you deep with hot spurts that filled you full.

His throat grip stayed possessive, anchoring you as his release triggered yours, your body convulsed, pussy squeezing him tight while you came hard around him, juices mixing with his own and coating Mingi's tongue who followed right after, his own orgasm hitting with a choked moan, his hand jerking his dick as he spilled again onto the side of the bed, overstimulated and trembling from the shared intensity. Yunho didn't let go immediately, keeping Mingi's face pressed close as the aftershocks rolled through all three of you, the room filling with heavy breaths and ragged gasps.

Then after the silence, a sudden burst of laughter left you, coming out breathless and full of amusement. “What?” Yunho pulled out of you, sitting back on his knees as Mingi moved back on the floor. “Wooyoung and Jongho are right next door.” You snorted because in the end, you were loud, all of you were. “Oh…” Yunho grinned and looked down at Mingi who shook his head, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand.

“I hate both of you.”

He absolutely didn’t. And he absolutely was thinking about doing it all over again.

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Hongjoong

You woke up feeling strange but decided to brush it off, but as the day progressed you began to feel hot, inside and out. You couldn't focus, all you wanted was Hongjoong. But he was very busy, he had a big meeting with some other pack leaders about borders so he couldn't see you.

The heat was becoming too much to handle, so the first thing you could think of was trying to find a way to cool down. The waterfall. The small crystal lake. The place you loved to spend your alone time. Heading towards the location, you check to see if anyone else was around, not many people knew about this place but you always liked to make sure. You brushed your ears up, sighing at the feeling. You slipped your clothes off, stepping into the ice water. The moon was the only light you had as you submerged yourself under.

You rose in a gasp, feeling only a short amount of relief. You couldn't shake this feeling, the need, the craving. Your hand slid down your body as you rested your back along the large rock forms. Your fingers push pressure on your clit, making you groan out. Moving in a circular motion, going faster and faster, you let yourself fall into pleasure but it's not enough.

"My my, what do we have here..." You jump hearing your wolf's voice. You didn't see him though, but you did see a sudden figure jump into the water. You wipe the water out of your face from the splash, coming into contact with golden eyes lowly glowing and fresh split dye hair. You gulped as he got closer. His hands wrap around your bare waist, pulling you closer. Your legs entangle with his and then you notice, he was also bare.

"When did your heat start baby?" He growled kissing your lobe, down your jaw, before sucking on your neck. "I'm going to make you feel so damn good...Now stay still."

Seonghwa

Your head was fuzzy, groaning as you tossed around in the soft velvet sheets. As your lover slowly eased into you. He picks up your legs, holding them to your chest for a deeper angle. You scream out his name as you drag your nails down his bare back, making him groan in a low animalistic growl. His speed was in-human, with the sounds of hot wet skin slapping together. Everything was about to come undone when you felt a sudden weight that held your lower half down. A burning pleasure surged through you like lighting. Your eyes flutter open waking from your lewd dream.

A gasp leaves your lips as you try to crawl away from the oversensitive pleasure. Seonghwa held you tight, digging his face into your core. You whimpered, grabbing a fist full of his hair. His tongue slurping up your juices, as his fingers pump faster in and out. The band snaps, making you come all over his face. He sits up with a low chuckle, wiping his chin with a smirk.

"I couldn't help myself, baby. Not when you call my name so beautifully in your sleep." He kisses your neck, sucking harsh purple marks along his way. You were at his mercy, feeling a burning pan mixing with his relieving pleasure.

"H-Hwa Please..." You coughed, as you choked lightly on your saliva.

"Shh don't worry my Bunny..." He kissed along your jaw before he locks his lips on you. "I'm going to make the pain go away.."

Yeosang

It became a normal thing for you two. If he was with his brothers and left you alone you would eventually at the end of the day find him at the place you met, in the flower patch. It was a full moon tonight so he was out, but when you finished dressing in your warm attire you grew to notice that you had started your heat, without him.

He told you once you become mates, you were bound to get heats that matched a wolf rather than a hybrid, so they would be more intense than the normal ones you've experienced. But you didn't expect it to be this wild. Your skin is burning and your lower stomach aches. Your head was fuzzy and all you could think about was Yeosang.

You headed out to the flower patch to collect some herbal flowers for your pantry. You wanted to distract yourself from the aching pain. Kneeling down to grab your snipers from your basket, you cut the flowers you need at the end of the stem. Your breathing was hitched as you shook your head to try and focus, but your eyes became a blur. Your long ears flopped down to the sides of your head, feeling your hands shake.

Your knees buckle, falling into the bed of roses. You let out a whimper as you turn onto your back. You rake your fingers through your hair, gliding your fingers along your fluffy ears. You cough out, as tears crack down your face, falling to your ears. You were lost in your brain, forgetting everything around you. You didn't notice the wolf approaching you slowly, stalking you. The wolf shifted, suddenly pouncing on top of you, pinning you to the floor. Yeosang brushed his nose against your neck, licking along your pulse.

"Fuck you smell so damn delicious..."

Yunho

Pacing around your Greenhouse, you placed your palms down on the counters, looking into the sink filled with water. You let out a sigh before you slammed your face into the ice water. You screamed but it was muffed, you've never felt this feeling before and all you craved was Yunho. You gasped pulling your head out, feeling the air hit you. The fuzz on your ears is damp and the light makeup you put on has now smudged away.

"Yu... Yuyu..." You whimpered out sniffling, rubbing your face. You retched for the towel to dry yourself, patting your face against it. Before you finished drying off, a pair of large arms engulf you in a deep hug, it was Yunho. His face nuzzled into your neck kissing along the wet skin. Your pain was finally relieved the moment he touched you, but you still needed more.

"I could smell you from down the hall baby, god should have told me you were going into heat. I would have come back sooner..." He trails off, licking and sucking any exposed flesh he could find.

"H-heat?" Your confused words mixed with moans made Hongjoong chuckle. He spun you around pushing you against the counter. His lips are mere inches from yours, you gulp. He could see the innocent look in your eyes, making him lowly growl.

"Oh my sweet tiny, Let me take care of you."

San

A couple of minutes, of looking for herbs turned into 2 hours of San pinning you to the table in the centre of your greenhouse, making you surge with pleasure over and over again. His tongue, his fingers, all over your bare body, gifting you nothing but love and attention.

"S-San..." You cried out, coming undone for what you could guess was the fifth time. His lips, trailed up your hot skin, licking, kissing, sucking any part of you he could retch. Before placing a sloppy kiss on your swollen lips. His teeth graze on your bottom lip, smirking into the kiss.

"I'm going to make love to you until you're nothing but a whimpering, shaking mess..." His hot breath pools over your face. His eyes glowed bright gold, watching your face contort as his fingers slip in and out.

"I'm going to make you feel so much pleasure that you'll forget you're even on your heat..." He suddenly stood up straight, pulling your legs to help you off the table. His hands grip tight on your ass, holding you up. He pinned you to the glasshouse wall, seeing woods outside. your blurred eyes finally focus on your wolf-mate seeing his sly smile as he stares at you. you kiss him passionately smiling on his lips.

"God I love you..." He lightly kisses your cheek. "Now let me fuck you on every surface until you see stars..."

Mingi

It all happened so fast. Mingi was sound asleep with you snuggled close next to him. Sharp pains in your lower stomach awoke you. You went quickly to the kitchen to get a glass of water, thinking it might cool down the heat shivering through your system. You chugged the water feeling some it the liquid spill down your chin. You gasp, taking a short breath. You knew about the symptoms of heat but you've never felt it like this.

You were so distracted by your own feelings that you almost didn't notice the tall giant lowly growl from the doorway. His eyes were a dim golden hue, piercing through the darkness of the early morning. You gulp feeling exposed to his stare. You backed away, seeing he would take a step forward in response. You cracked a smile, with an idea popping into your head.

"Min..." You cooed trying to sound as innocent as possible. You were both on either side of the island bench. His hands were firmly on the marble with a sly smirk.

"Don't move..." He ordered but given you weren't a wolf yourself, you had no bounds like a normal mate. Therefore you had more leeway. You smiled at him, feeling the tug, wanting nothing more than to jump on him. But the other side of you wanted to have fun with him, taking another step back, he growled.

You ran.

"Y/N!!!" He yelled, chasing you down the hall, up the stairs, looping in and out of different rooms before finally grabbing you, pinning you to the hallway wall. His lips connected with your neck, adrenaline pumping through both of you. Your chest was heavy, as was his. Panting out moans, as he sucks hard.

"I'm going to punish you on every surface of this house for you running away from me."

Wooyoung

You lay on the floor in front of the fireplace, leaning against your fluffy wolf. His soft fur tickles your skin in the best way. You let out a small sigh making him catch notice, looking over at your half-asleep relaxed body. He could tell your heat was going to start any day soon as your scent was changing. Becoming more intensified. He was the one to become lost in his own thoughts, his eyes glowing a soft golden hue as his heart began to speed up. His wet nose brushed against your hot flesh making you jump, but he kept protected. Nuzzling into you.

"hmm...What Woo..." You let out a groan, trying to move away from him. He stood up, shifting quickly. His lips made contact with your neck, pinning you to the floor.

"God, you smell so nice. You look so fuck...fuck me..." He growls nipping at your skin, lifting your shirt up. He ground his pelvis down onto your core, relieving some pleasure. Your shirt was scrunched above your chest as his tongue licked any part of flesh it could find. He was losing all control he possibly had. A question that was floating in your head was;

'weren't you supposed to be the one on heat?'

Jongho

It was late at your little cottage in the middle of nowhere. Jongho was finally coming home from the long run out with his brothers. When he entered the house, he become suddenly aware, his senses blowing up. It was dark, nothing seemed to be done, and all the little tasks you always do were unfinished or partially completed. He ran for the staircase, running towards your bedroom. He opened it to see the small side lamp being the only thing illuminating the room.

But unlike everything he had seen the one thing that caught him by surprise was the bed was unmade. In fact, the covers and blankets were missing. A trail of pillows and sheets leads into the walk-in wardrobe. He could faintly smell your scent, walking towards the closed doors. Opening it he sees you, patting the corners of your makeshift nest. You were completely bare except for his shirt covering you, while your tongue poked out trying to focus on making your nest of his scent perfect.

He leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed, he could smell you were on your heat the moment he opened the door. He wanted to pin you down and take you then and there but he resisted, choosing to wait.

"Bunny...what are you doing..." He cooed making your soft ears stand straight up. Your eyes were puffy, and your lips were swollen. He let out a low growl, making you wiggle in desperation.

"I... I feel funny, I just needed you, I needed—I know baby..." He cut your stuttering words, kneeling down to sit beside you. His body heat made your skin shiver, immediately crawled onto his lap. Your lips attached to his neck, rubbing yourself on his large thighs. He held you tight, fingers digging into your exposed thighs.

"Come on Bunny..." He flipped you over, pinning you to the ground. "Let sir, Help you..."

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"baby..." mingi whined. "i just want to make sure you're okay."

"you'll get sick," you reminded. "and joongie will be mad."

"i won't get sick," mingi delibrately did not mention your point about upsetting hongjoong. "come on, i just want to feed my baby girl her favourite soup. it breaks my heart to know your unwell."

maybe it was how earnest he sounded. maybe it was your own emotional weakness at having been isolated for two days without your boys there for comfort. but you found your resolve faltering. you worried your bottom lip and thought surely, surely, 5 minutes wouldn't make a difference.

"fine," you gave in.

the eagerness in which mingi swung open the door made you smile. your younger boyfriend beamed at you from the doorway and shuffled in on sock clad feet. cupped in large hands, the promised soup was presented to you. it was strange how despite how long you'd been together, mingi's smiling face always made your heart lurch happily.

you murmured your thanks and tried to take the bowl from his hands but mingi moved the food away and tutted. his eyebrows furrowed together seriously as his bottom lip stuck out into a childish pout.

"i'm going to feed you," he declared.

"mins..." you sighed, a mix of irritation and overwhelming fondness. when he perched himself on the edge of your bed, you gave him space, pushing up on aching arms into a sitting position. it was hard to linger on the worries of infection or the upcoming schedule when he looked so pleased with himself.

you watched as he carefully positioned the bowl on your night stand and lifted the spoon, one hand underneath to avoid any spills.

"say ah," mingi urged.

you gave him an unimpressed look. mingi pursued his lips in imination. you relented far too easily but it was worth it to see the pleased look on Mingi's face. he was exceedingly careful as he fed you, each spoonful carefully cleared of drips on the edge of the bowl and presented towards you like it was the most precious of things.

mingi caught you smiling. "what?"

you nudged him with your knee from under the duvet. "nothing. you're just so cute."

he flushed and his smile pulled wider at the edges, making his eyes curl even more. you wished you could reach out and kiss those sweet lips, but you weren't about to spread the disease any more than you already were.

mingi fed you until your eyes grew heavy, your body slipping further back into the comfort of your pillows. you watched him carefully place the spoon back before tapping a finger against your belly affectionately.

"move up," he instructed.

you sighed. "mingi...."

"just for a little while," he insisted, "I miss hugging my girl."

"you can't pull the 'my girl' card," you complained, already shuffling over, "that's not playing fair."

mingi looked so pleased with himself, wiggling his toes as he swung his legs onto your bed. you can't say you didn't feel 100% time better in his arms, which curled around your waist and pulled you firmly against his chest.

"just for 5 minutes," you insisted.

mingi dropped a kiss onto your shoulder and nudged his nose against the back of your neck. "of course baby, 5 minutes."

-

hongjoong pushed hard on mingi's shoulder. the giant mumbled something under his breath before cracking one eye open to look at his hyung through strands of hair.

immediately, guilty panic rushed through Mingi. they'd promised after all, to keep their distance at least for a little bit longer. it was a hard agreement for them to make but they were supposed to be in solidarity. he grinned sheepishly.

hongjoong folded his arms across his chest. "Just dropping off medicine, huh?"

"and soup," mingi helpfully added.

it didn't help. "if you get sick before our final show, I will ban you from this room. no nights with baby."

mingi stuck his bottom lip out in a pout. "what if baby wants me here?"

"don't worry," hongjoong smirked, "im sure I can keep her occupied."

"without me?" mingi sounded aghast.

"go get ready," his hyung ordered, "and don't wake her up."

you sighed when your body warmer disappeared and mingi carefully tucked your cover around you. he smoothed hair off your face and couldn't help the fond smile that crossed his face when, even asleep, you angled your head towards his touch.

"worth it," mingi whispered the declaration.

hongjoong pressed his lips together to stop himself from saying something stupid, like agreeing with his reckless member.

the next day, when mingi coughed during the soundcheck - the kind that was rough and sounded like it hurt - the rapper deliberately didn't make avoided eye contact.

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"You know what you are applying for, right?" Mr Choi asked you, his voice resonating within the office. His eyes, a deep dark shade of red, watched you intensely and you wondered if he could read your mind.

You nodded, fixing your posture to be even straighter. "You need a personal assistant, someone to take care of your business while you take care of, well, your business" you chuckled lowly at your choice of words.

He nodded slowly, eyes still glued to yours and you tried to focus on the crease between his brows so you didn't have to look directly at his orbs, the intense gaze making you want to fold yourself into a cocoon.

Choi Jongho was a known man in your town. Not just for his business, but also for his philanthropy.

Living for so long in the same town has granted him some vision of past, present and future. What worked and what didn't. So he, along with a group of other vampires of the town, formed a board to help the city hall into best develop the place decades ago.

The idea not only worked but also turned your city into a model for your state and country, that exported the model for many places.

Through the years, Mr Choi also helped build hospitals, schools, take different types of business and factories to the city which led to the creation of many new jobs for the population.

He did all of that to help the town that welcomed him, and the others of his kind, and allowed them to grow there over the centuries.

Well, grow in the figurative sense of the word.

He hummed lowly as he finally moved his attention away from your eyes and all the air you were holding without knowing left your lungs. "I do have some more interviews to do, miss yn, even thought I am impressed by your resume" you smiled genuinely and nodded. "Mind me if I ask you why are you applying for this job when you have such a impressive resume?" You chuckled and lowered your head.

"Turns out companies don't seem to be looking at resumes or competence anymore" your voice was a little tired, remembering all the interviews and admission processes you've been through in the past two or three years. "If you don't have anyone to push you a little further, to talk with their friends about you, there's not much you can do. And to be very honest with you, Mr Choi, my current job doesn't pay me well, and your salary offer is quite attractive" the man chuckled, a tiny smile forming in the corner of his mouth.

"I like your honesty, miss yn, that is a virtue I admire and look for in an assistant" you bowed thanking for his compliment. "As I said prior, I have other candidates to interview, but I'll let you know your results as soon as I finish the process" he got up from his chair and you mimicked him.

"Thank you for your time, sir. I'm looking forward to hear more of you" you bowed profoundly to show respect and left the office.

As soon as you arrived home, that was conveniently close to the man's office, you threw yourself on the bed, clothes and all, utterly tired and drained from anxiety. Soon, your eyes fluttered closed and you drifted asleep.

»»————-　⚜　————-««

The clicking of your heels echoed on the hardwood floors as you followed the man. He wasn't much taller than you but his aura was enough to make you fell much smaller.

He was always dressed impeccably, his tailored suits fitting perfectly on his body and giving him this clean and elegant cut. His shoes always dark and polished as if they just left the box and it wouldn't shock you if they actually did. His hair always perfectly gelled in place, a few strands on top of his forehead, his red eyes always deep and observant.

When you received the email that you were the chosen one to be his personal assistant you beamed in happiness. Not only to leave your terrible job but to earn a good amount of money to be able to take care of yourself properly.

Right now, you were following your soon-to-be new boss inside his house, the place smaller and cozier than you expected. Your curious eyes wandered quickly from side to side looking at what they could as you walked behind the man.

Jongho led you to his office, the place much cozier than the one where you had your interview. This one resembled more of a library than a office, his desk made out of a dark polished wood, the heartwood marks being visible. Behind it laid a beautiful chair made out purple-dyed leather. And on the wall behind it there were shelves stacked with dozens, hundreds of books. You wondered how many of those were from other century.

The man noticed your admired face and smiled, he was certain he did the right choice picking you. Ever since the first time you step feet inside his office the day of the interview with your posture held high and the willingness and eagerness of someone wanting to do something of their life he knew you were the one.

Of course he did a background check on you, as well as every other candidate, and your life story made his dead heart shrink. He was the one called a beast yet it was the humans that made you hurt. No wonder you were stuck in this small town hid on the map looking for simple jobs when you had such an impressive resume in your hands. Anywhere bigger and you could be in danger.

He sat on his chair and motioned for you to take a sit in front of him. You did so.

"So, miss yn, thank you for accepting to being my PA" you bowed slightly holding a gentle and professional smile. He pulled out a folder with a few papers on it "this is the employment contract, feel free to read and even take to a lawyer if you feel like" he slid the folder to you. "If something is not to your liking we can always discuss and see how we can adjust to best fit both of us".

You grabbed the contract and started to read. It was a lot, really, many pages of words you honestly didn't understand. But you were smarter than just sign something without reading.

"You can take home if you want, miss yn" Jongho spoke as he watched your eyes run from side to side trying to read the words fast. "As you will read, that are a few clauses that are very important for the functioning and progress of our partnership" you nodded, motioning to him that you were listening while still reading the contract. "First thing is that you'll have a trial period of a month to see how well we will work together" you nodded again, this time turning your full attention to the man. He smiled and hummed lowly. "Next is that you will be moving in with me to this house, we need to be together from the moment I wake up to when I go to bed, I know it sounds a little bit too much "he added when he saw your widened eyes, "but when you start working you'll understand what I'm talking about" you nodded once again, this time slower, the news getting you by surprise. "Another thing you need to know that is that even if I don't eat everyday, every once in a while a voluntary blood doll will come for me to feed. I know everything is very new to you since my kind don't tend to be in big cities, but now that you'll work for me you will have to deal with my feeding appointments" he explained as if it was the most common thing in the world, as if you were going to hire a professional chef to make his meals.

A small yet heavy silence fell on the room. As he expected. Jongho knew it was a lot for you to take and he decided to just dump all the most important clauses to you right in the beginning. It was better this way, not only he could access your facial expressions and read you but also to avoid further bigger shocks at home.

Your gaze switched from him to the books behind him, still too afraid to look too deeply and for too long into his red ones. You knew what you were getting yourself into when you applied for this job, yet reality was different than imagination. It always was.

"Do you have any further questions, miss yn?" He broke the silence and the trance you put yourself into.

You shook your head and cleared your throat "Not for now, sir. I'll read the contract and let you know if anything by tomorrow max" you replied and he hummed, back relaxing on the backrest of his chair, hands folded in his lap.

"Well, that's all for today, miss yn, if there's nothing else, you're dismissed" you lifted from the chair and bowed.

"Thank you one more time for the trust, Mr. Choi" you said and with his dismissive nod you left the room.

Before going home, you decided to pass in your favorite bakery and grab some pastries and baked goodies for you to eat while reading the contract.

"Oh wow yn" the old lady that ran the place chimed as you entered, "I've never seen you so dressed up. What's the occasion?"

You smiled and told her about your probable new job. You two engaged in small talk about it and how she was happy that you were finally looking for better jobs and moving on.

Truth was that you grew in an orphanage until you reached legal age and had to leave. You started working so you could afford college and somewhere to live. Life was never easy on you but you managed through it even when sticks and stones were thrown.

During your college years you met a boy, he was sweet, caring, kind. Until he wasn't. He started to make your life a living nightmare. Manipulating you, making you distance yourself from your friends until you were isolated and depended on him for basically anything. He became violent whenever you confronted him.

You feared for your life everyday.

The only way you managed to get rid of him was to leave the town you used to live as soon as you finished your graduation. You left your phone somewhere random because you knew he had a gps on it, grabbed what you could, got on the first bus you could afford with the little money you had and went to wherever the destiny led you.

That's how you ended in this small town filled with ancient creatures that you only heard tales of but never seen in front of you. Genevieve, the owner of the bakery, was the first one to take you in after you told her your story. You slept on the back of the bakery for a couple of months until you found a job and had enough money to rent a small place.

It's been three years since you left everything behind and started it all again. And you didn't regret a single bit.

You left your shoes at the door and sighed at the feeling of finally come down of the heels and put on your soft bear shaped slippers. You moved to the kitchen to serve yourself a cup of wine before diving into reading the pile of papers.

The pastries on the right, wine on the left and the folder in the center. Your body now comfortably hugged by your pajamas.

»»————-　⚜　————-««

The moving came the week after you signed your contract. Suitcases and boxes of your stuff being moved into the room designated to you in his house. The one on the far left at the second - and last - floor.

You learned that, besides you, his butler Jinho also lived in the house but on the room beside Jongho's one in case he needed anything.

As stated in the contract, he was going to still pay for your rent and bills for the trial month in case it didn't work out and you had to go back home. You promised yourself to do your best and spent the whole week studying about the job and what people on the internet that had that job talked about.

The room you were given was almost as big as your whole apartment, the walls were painted in a light beige color except for the wall behind the bed that was a deep burgundy color that matched the sheets and pillowcases. The furniture was from the same dark polished wood you saw at his office and you couldn't help but run the tip of your fingers through the vanity that was a bit farther from the bed.

You walked to the big window that was covered by a curtain in the same burgundy shade and opened to find that that it was in fact a door that led to a small balcony. You smiled as you opened the glass doors and walked to the railing and watched the beautiful view of the city countryside. Your eyes instinctively closed as you smelled the sweet scent of flowers from the fields ahead of you.

Someone cleared their throat behind you, making your turn to find the perfectly suited butler at the entrance of your room. Your bags and boxes already inside. When had they put it there?

"Welcome to the property, miss yn" his gravely voice rumbled through the room as he bowed. You repeated the gesture as you walked towards the man. "I can see you already discovered your view"

You nodded smiling "it's really pretty looking at the flowers fields from up here, it also feels like I'm smelling into a fabric softener" you chuckled.

"I'm glad is to your liking" he showed no expression. "All your things are here as far as I am aware" you nodded confirming as you recognized everything that you packed. It wasn't much since you didn't have much. "You'll find that Mr Choi already filled your wardrobe with clothes that he felt appropriate for your new work position" you opened the doors as soon as he finished speaking to find many shirts, dress pants, skirts and even heels inside the furniture. "I hope they are to your liking"

"They are, thank you" you closed the wooden doors. "He didn't have to".

"Mr Choi told me you would answer along those lines and asked me to simply say that now you are working for him and you should dress as such, and since it's a requirement that you wear certain clothes it wouldn't be fair for you having to spend from your income to renew your wardrobe"

"So I dressed badly, huh?" You teased yet the man was like a marble statue.

"If that's all, will you excuse me" he said and before he could leave you stopped him.

"I have a question" he nodded once. "Since, well, Mr Choi doesn't eat regular food, will you have to… adapt because of me?" For a fraction of a second you could see what was a hint of a twitch in Jinho's lip, almost as if he held himself from smiling and breaking his character.

"Me and other employees here are still humans, miss yn" your mouth formed an O shape. "Don't worry about such frivolous things, we will provide you everything you need as long as you do your job properly" you nodded.

"I'll do my best, sir" you gave a salute to him and he just sighed before leaving the room.

Opening the wardrobe again, you grabbed some of the clothing pieces and analyzed them, their fabric, their stitching, their quality. You wondered how much the vampire had spent on all of those clothes and shoes for you and smiled at the thought of him thinking about what you should wear and sending someone to buy it. Who bought it though? Because the person had a great taste and sense of style.

You started to unpack your things and put them into place. Makeup, brushes, perfume bottles and accessories at the vanity. Books, albums and vinyls at the shelves, as well as some of your favorite decorations that you brought along. You put your old clothes separated from the new ones just in case. Same thing with the shoes. The last thing was deciding where to hang your posters, artworks and pictures but you decided to leave that for later, you still didn't know how much you could decorate the place.

It was already dark outside when you finished organizing everything and putting away the boxes and bags. You were satisfied for now.

You decided to take a shower after finishing, glad that you had your own bathroom adjacent to the bedroom. You grabbed your towel and the clothes you were going to put on and entered the bathroom, not bothering to close the door.

The warm water hit your body like it was dark hot black coffee entering your system in the early morning: soothing, rejuvenating and reliving. Without much thought, you started to hum a song as you washed yourself.

Jongho was coming to personally call you for dinner when he heard you singing in the shower. He chuckled at the way you sang it, the voice cracking often at the high notes. He hoped you were a better assistant that you were as a singer.

"Holy shit!" You cursed as you left the bathroom to find a very casual looking Choi Jongho with his hands in his pockets and an amused smirk on his face. "I'm so sorry, Mr Choi. I didn't know you were there" you bowed deeply as you felt your cheeks burn in embarrassment.

"I came to invite you for the dinner and was met with a rather… unique voice" he teased you and, if possible, your face burned even more. If you were a cartoon you were sure there would be steam coming out of your head. He decided to save you from further embarrassment and stopped the teasing. "Dinner is served at the dining room, you're welcomed to come"

"Thank you, Mr Choi" he nodded and left, but not before singing the same song you were singing before with a voice that you were sure belonged to angels.

You facepalmed from already making a fool out of yourself in front of your boss on the first day.

Putting the shame aside, you quickly brushed your hair and put on your bear slippers before leaving your room to find the dining room.

It wasn't hard to find the place since as soon as you started to approach the first floor you heard clacking of cutlery, talking and some eventual laughs. You walked towards the sound and found the room, that was simple and warming. Just like almost everything in his house. The table was large and had a bunch of people, some of which you recognized as fellow employees, and Jongho was sitting on the end, a glass of what looked like wine in his hand.

Everyone turned their attention to you when you stopped at the door. Silence suddenly hovering the air.

"Welcome miss yn" Taeyang, one of his security guards broke the silence with a gleaming smile.

Everyone followed after him and started to welcome you with words and smiles. You felt shy at the attention at you but thanked everyone's hospitality with bows and smiles, walking to the empty seat between two of the employees you recognized from the day you did your interview.

Soon enough the maids started to bring the food. To say it smelled delicious was just the tip. Your mouth was watering at the smell and the sight of so much food in front of you. Just then, at the view and smell of food, that your stomach rumbled and you realized that it had been since morning that you didn't eat anything significant.

Just when Jongho motioned that everyone started to serve themselves, you following suit.

You didn't know what to grab first, the lamb or the risotto? The salad or the soup? there were so many options that your eyes moved from side to side looking at everything and deciding on what to choose.

After finally deciding on grabbing a little of everything, you settled into eating. The flavors and textures melting on your tongue, an explosion of taste on your tastebuds, something you have never tried before. You closed your eyes and hummed lowly at it, enjoying the dinner.

In his sit at the very end of the table, the man watched everyone but mostly you. Looking to see if you'd get along with everyone, if the food was to your taste, how you'd react to the food he asked to prepare extra special for your welcome dinner. Your smile at every forkful told him everything he needed to know about the subject.

He noticed how you looked cozy and comfortable on the little pajama set you wore, the light green short-sleeved button up had little black cat paws prints all over it, the fabric looked soft even though it looked like you had worn it for quite a while. The short shorts, with matching color and print, rode up on your plush thighs, leaving almost no room for imagination. He caught himself wondering if it they would feel as soft in his hands as they look all spilled on top of the chair where you sat.

He cleared his throat lowly and turned his head around, trying not to stare at you. Not too much at least. But it was especially hard with you laughing so sweetly at something one of his drivers said.

Jongho would be lying to you and himself if he ever told anyone that he didn't find you attractive. Quite the contrary, from the moment he looked at you he knew you were one of the prettiest people he ever laid eyes on. No matter the century. He wished in his dead heart that he'd find someone better than you for the job but no one ever came close to your skill and knowledge.

And he needed someone good, someone to actually help him. So there was no other choice.

During the dinner, every once in a while, you'd notice your boss looking at you but you'd brush away the thought, maybe he was looking at someone else. Or maybe he was just being a good host and making sure his new guest was well adjusted and served.

That was definitely it.

You also noticed that, while you were eating, he had a glass of a liquid that looked like wine. You wondered if it was blood. And if it was, from whom?

You shook the thoughts away as you kept your talk to one of his drivers, Malik, that was sitting next to you. He was a nice and sweet sixty-something years old man, his hair and beard already white from the time. He told you about how he owned his life to the vampire because he helped save his wife and daughter a long time ago. "I had nothing back then" he had told you, "the women of my life dying of a disease that I had never heard of until then, but Mr Choi helped us and I promised I'd pay him back. Even though I already paid my debt, I like working for this thing, he's better than any human I've met" the old man chuckled and you just nodded.

You turned to look at the creature and found him already looking at you, his lips tugging slightly at the corner as he lifted his cup to you.

A shiver ran down your spine. You don't know why.

»»————-　⚜　————-««

The first two weeks at work were absolute hell. Not because you hated, but because Choi Jongho proved to be one of the busiest man you've ever met. It took you a long time to fall into his rhythm and be able to follow him along.

Now, almost two months into this position you proved not only for yourself, but to Jongho as well, that you were made for this job.

"I made sure to pack all of the essential things you might need for the trip" you spoke as you followed behind your boss at his building. "I made a list of the things I've packed and another for the personal items you might want to get for yourself" you gave him the paper and checked the little box of the task. "Your hotel room, as well as your staff's, are already booked at for four days and three nights at the hotel. The booking is on your name, so you just need to do the check in on time" you sent the man an email that quickly ringed on his phone. "Just sent you your plane tickets for both the going and return" you continued to walk, your head down, until you hit it against a relatively hard wall.

You looked up to see that it was Mr Choi's back since he stopped walking and was now turning to face you.

You'd never get used to this man's beauty, even behind his pale cold skin, dark deep red eyes that were supposed to scare you away, there was still a small sparkle of life.

"You're not coming?" His voice was deep, assertive, yet held a curiosity almost childish. You shook your head no. "How am I supposed to endure this trip without you?"

You chuckled at him. "You'll be fine, Mr Choi, it's not the first business trip you do without me, besides, you can contact me at any time you need" you smiled and held the tablet against your chest.

He shook his head. "This time is different, it's a longer trip and to another country. I need you with me to make sure I make no mistakes, I'm too used to being babysat by you as Jinho says" you laughed a little, he did look like a lost child sometimes. "Please, yn, I need you" the way those words came out of his mouth held something more than just work-related need but you decided to ignore. For your own mental health.

You sighed. Defeated. And nodded. "I'll book another flight and hotel room for me then if that's what you want, sir" he nodded proudly, smiling. He learned how to smile more to you ever since you started working for him. Which you hated to admit that you loved because he had the cutest little gummy smile you had ever seen.

Sometimes you get yourself wondering how was Jongho's life before turning into a vampire. What was he? What did he do? How did he handle the transformation and the hunger at the beginning? The idea of the man hunting and killing people for his survival scared you. Yet, the same idea made you feel almost pitiful of him and his… condition. How did he managed to evolve with the world and be able to adapt into the new centuries? The new generations?

Also, you get yourself wondering if he ever had someone. Loved someone. Being immortal comes with the curse of seeing your loved ones get old and die while you're stuck with the same face, the same eternal age that never goes up and never ends.

Sure, you already saw him receiving guests at his house outside the feeding schedule, so he wasn't lonely. But being accompanied doesn't mean being loved.

»»————-　⚜　————-««

The hotel was way more luxurious than anything you had ever seen. You knew your boss liked comfort and quiet when traveling, but it exceeded your expectations. Also the meeting was happening at the same hotel, so it would be more convenient if you stayed there.

After the check in was done and the cards that opened the doors were distributed, everyone went to their designated ones to rest a little before the first dinner with the investors at night.

Besides you and Mr Choi, there was also three bodyguards along with you. You and your boss had your own separated rooms, while the other men shared another one.

You dropped yourself down the soft bed as soon as you closed the bedroom door. Body and head tired from the travel, you hated to fly. The low hum outside the window of the room slowly matched your heartbeat and soon you were drifting asleep.

You woke up with knocks on your door, not really sure for how long you had slept but from the small pool of drool on the pillow you could tell it was for a while.

Behind the door stood a very casually dressed Jongho, hair down and unstyled, making look even younger with the bangs on his eyes, a set of matching dark blue sweatpants and hoodie and a small box in his hands.

"Hm.. hi, sir, can I help you with anything?" You asked, head still a bit dizzy from the sleep and the flight. "Am I late? I am sorry, I fell asleep as soon as I laid down and I-"

"Don't worry, yn, you're not late" he smiled and you copied his gesture. You motioned for him to enter the room and so he did. "I came because I have a favor to ask" you nodded for him to keep talking. "This dinner tonight is less of a business one and more of a show-off" you tilted your head confused and he sighed, sitting on the bed. "The men I'm making business are not… nice. They like to show off their money, their businesses, whatever they can flaunt, they will. But I need their cooperation for this next move, they have real political power, and I need that" you nodded slowly.

"And where do I fit into this?" You asked still not getting what he was trying to tell.

"You see, I'd love to have a beautiful woman by my side since they value this kind of traditional structures like marriage like they value their money"

"And you want me to be your… wife?"

"Just for the night. I know it's a lot to ask and I'll understand if you don't want to, I was going to hire someone anyways" he chuckled and looked at the box on his lap before looking at you again. "But I figured that who better to help me on this than someone that not only understands my business but it's an essential part for it to work?"

"Are you trying to flatter me and my work into accepting this?" You joked, crossing your arms over your chest and pulling a soft smile out of the man.

"A little. But only with the truth though!" He rushed to add before you could get it wrong. "Please, I'll even pay extra hours"

"No need to, I'll help because I know how stressed you've been with this trip for the past week, I know how this deal is important for you" he smiled, genuinely. You thought that you had never seen him smile so big before.

"Thank you, yn. Thank you so much" he raised from the bed and handed you the box. "Wear this tonight, please. And be ready at seven"

"You knew that I was gonna accept?" You grabbed the box already knowing what was inside and he smirked at you from the door.

"I had a guess you would" he answered before leaving the room.

You chuckled and shook your head in disbelief. The more you knew about your boss, more he seemed to surprise you.

The velvety box was soft to the touch but sturdy, a sign that it was from some high-end brand you probably never heard of. Opening it you found one of the most beautiful dresses you ever laid your eyes on. The fabric was from a deep purple color and was a soft and cool satin. The bodice was strapless and from a sheer lace that would leave your torso peeking underneath the delicate pattern. The skirt started draping at the height of the hips and fell down until it reached the ground.

You admired the piece, the softness of the silk, the delicate floral pattern of the lace, the almost invisible stitching proving even further that it was a quality and high-end product.

You left the box and the dress on the bed and moved to take a shower, you had to be the most perfect you've ever been to impress the investors and help your boss.

The warm water and the smell of your jasmine body wash helping you relax your nerves. It was an important dinner for Jongho and his business, and as far as you knew, for the city as well. After the shower, you wrapped yourself in the fluffy bathrobe and started to do your hair and makeup. Since the dress was already eye-catching enough, you decided to do a simple soft look, using a bit of shiny eyeshadow to mark your eyes, a light warm blush that matched your complexion and a nude brown lip gloss that made your lips look even plumper. You decided to leave your hair natural and just apply some volume and definition to it.

You admired your reflection on the floor length mirror, the dress was not only gorgeous but it looked like it was made for your body, the fabric hugging your body on all the right places, your curves looking even more enhanced by the shape. The color complemented your complexion so well and it matched perfectly with the heels you were wearing as well as the jewelry you chose to further the look even more.

It was was exactly seven pm when you heard knocks on your door. You opened it to meet a very fancy and well dressed Choi Jongho. He wore a fitted black suit, the pants were plain black, as well as the shirt underneath, the blazer had a golden stitching with a squared pattern and gold buttons. Instead of a tie, the first button of the shirt was open and a gold chain with some details on it hung from under the collar. His perfume invaded your senses, the deep floral and earthy smell enveloping you and dizzying you with his smile.

The man was doing his best to keep his jaw closed. He knew you were pretty, but seeing you all dressed up made his stomach twist and his mouth dry. He was in trouble.

Jongho can't remember the last time he liked someone. That he allowed himself to like someone. Being immortal always made things related to the heart hard for him. He saw so many people he loved to born, to grow and to die. He knows that to love someone is to let them go, but not when he had to see it so many times.

He wasn't always like this, he wasn't born like this, which always made everything worse. He turned on a fateful night hundreds of years ago after leaving a tavern he went to celebrate the crop of the year with his friends. His sister told him not to go, warning about strange and dangerous creatures that lurked in the dark. He shooed her away saying that he was a strong man, he knew how to take care of himself.

Only if he had listened.

That night, after leaving the warm interior of the tavern, a little too drunk of soju and rice wine, he stumbled along the streets of the village until he met a man, a seemingly unsuspecting man. He asked for directions and when Jongho let his guard down and turned to the side to point to the other side that was when he felt, the painful piercing through his skin.

He woke up a few hours later, the sun already rising, the light hitting his skin and the brightness making him stir awake. His body hurt yet felt stronger and he had this hunger that wasn't normal. The young man moved to his house, the few villagers he encountered looked at him startled when he passed by.

When he arrived home his sister was ready to welcome him with slaps and screams of irresponsibility but she stopped on her track when she saw him. Her widened eyes only proved further to Jongho that something had happened. "What's wrong?" He asked, voice hoarse, low, dry, thirsty. He tried to move closer but she took steps back. "Don't come near me!" The woman squeaked. Scared. Why was her scared of him?

He took more steps forward and she took more steps back until she hit her back on the table, her hand landing on a sharp fish knife and cutting her palm. Instantly the metallic smell of blood flew to Jongho's nose and made his stomach rumble and mouth water. The sister started to shake uncontrollably, that's how she'd die.

And then it hit him. Like a hammer on a toe. He had only heard stories about beings half dead half alive that needed human blood to survive. Beings so evil that held no remorse or empathy for the human race, seeing them as nothing but a feast for them to enjoy. The man last night was one of those. And he had become one.

With all the strength he could muster, he turned around and left. He grabbed his horse and ran away to the forest, somewhere where he couldn't be a danger to anyone he loved.

Jongho became pretty good at keeping his promise. For years he only ate criminals, people so evil that he judged that didn't deserve to live. He avoided becoming closer to other people, even other vampires, he was a lone wolf and he preferred like that, this way his heart wouldn't hurt.

But he couldn't live always like this, not when years started to pass slower and even seemed to stop. After a while he met the men that would become his friends, other beings like him. Together, they formed something of a society, a book of rules for the vampires to follow and be incorporated into the society.

It worked, over the years that passed, the living-dead and the humans started more and more to live in peace together. But even then, the man never truly allowed himself to like someone, to fall in love, not even for someone like him. It was easier, more comfortable to be alone. He was used to it after centuries of living.

So the moment he saw you standing in front of him looking like a goddess on earth and he felt something twist inside of his dead body he knew. He knew he was doomed.

"Shall we go?" You asked, smiling shyly, the tiny clutch bag you had being held tightly under your fingers.

Jongho managed to get out of his daydreaming and stepped aside to let you get out and close the door. He offered you his arm and you held it so you could walk to the dinner party.

The said party was being held at the bar in the hotel you were staying at. The place was already full of fancy and well dressed people. Most of them looked way older than you, and at all honesty, than Jongho too even though he was technically hundreds of years old.

As soon as you walked in, a few men came to welcome Jongho and talk about business. You were offered a cup of champagne while your companion was talking to a couple of men something about improvement laws and some things that you couldn't understand.

You were glad that for the most part those people barely acknowledged you by his side, even the other partners that stood quietly by those men's side, except to compliment him on being with someone as pretty as you.

When your boss briefly told you about the nature of those men and how they treated their partners, besides calling themselves traditional and caring about family, they couldn't care less about their wives, seeing them as just an accessory. But you didn't expected it to be like this.

You were standing by your boss' side, champagne now warm on the cup in your hand when a chill ran down your spine as if something sinister passed by you.

"You thought that you could get away from me?" You froze in place, body stiff and shoulders tight. You could recognize that voice anywhere.

You didn't move, as if he was a wild animal that could sense fear and if you stood still he would go away. But unfortunately, to your dismay, he did the exact opposite and stopped right in front of you. Jongho sensed your discomfort and came closer to you.

"Of all the places I've imagined I'd see you again, I've never imagined it would be at a business dinner" his smirk was devilish, you could feel his dark aura emanating from him as if a dark cloud hovered over him. "Why did you ran, dear? We were so happy and I did all my best for you" he touched your face with the back of his hand, sinister smile on his lips.

You shrank into yourself and closed your eyes, hoping that the next time you opened them he would be gone. Jongho saw your discomfort and circled your waist, bringing you closer to his body and moving your ex's hand away from you.

The taller man laughed, that deep, almost evil laugh. "I see that you got yourself a protector. Who is he? Your sugar daddy?" The wicked smile never left his lips as he watched you two. He crossed his arms over his chest "you know that yn left me behind? After all I did for her, after all the love I gave, she still left me with no explanation, no clue. That sweet dear of yours is nothing but a bitch!"

"You're the only bitch in here" You fumed, fear now gone and anger taking over you. People around turned to look at what was happening but you didn't care. "You abused me! You manipulated me into a mess, into your little doll. You made me alone, without anyone else. The only friends I had was the pain and the bruises you've left on my skin!" The whispers around you increased, those people were probably thinking you were a hooligan but you couldn't care less.

You could feel the tears start to run down your face. Your lips quivering in anger. Hands balled up into a fist by your sides, ready to punch him but still afraid.

"You're so ungrateful, yn. Can't you see? All I did was because I loved you" the man snarled back, body towering over you, trying to intimidate.

"What kind of love was that that hurt the person you said to love? What kind of love beats you to the point of leaving you breathless and bruised? Tell me! After all you did to me you have the nerve to say it was because you loved me?" You snorted.

"Of course I loved you! I turned my entire life about you, you were my main priority. We had such a bright future ahead of ourselves, I couldn't let those people you had the guts of calling friends ruin what he had"

"Then you went and ruined yourself?" You shook your head and looked to the ground before looking back at him. "Do you know how hard it was for me? I had nothing left, no friends, no prospect, only fear for my life" he tried to touch your arm but Jongho finally intervened.

The man pulled you back to him and pushed the other's hand away, his fangs making an appearance and hissing at your ex. You never saw your boss angry or feed, so you never had seen him with fangs until that moment. It took you by surprise because sometimes you forget he is the being that he is, only remembering when you look at his eyes and see their red color.

"Are you okay?" He whispered to you and you denied with your head. To be honest you didn't know how you were feeling but you didn't want to stay there any longer. He turned to look at the taller man still in front of him, "if I ever find out you touched your dirty unworthy hands on yn or anyone else I'll make sure you won't touch anything at all" he pulled you to start walking with him back to your room.

"The… the partnership" you stuttered between your sobs.

"I don't care about that. If those people had the courage to do that to someone like you, what other things can they do, don't you think?"

You stood quiet while you walked back to your room, his embrace never leaving your waist. Even though he was a cold dead being, the touch still felt warm. Calming. You let yourself be guided by him while your mind was stuck at the feeling of being protected, taken care of.

The last time you felt something similar was when you first moved to town, Genevieve taking care and helping you. It was the first time someone had done something to you. And now, Mr Choi, risked his business to defend you against your ex. What could that cost to him? Maybe nothing. Maybe a lot. You didn't know.

You barely registered when you entered the room and the man guided you to sit on the bed. He knelt and gently took your heels off, caressing softly the skin there, especially where the straps touched and left indents. He proceeded to grab some cotton pads and makeup remover and started to take off the painting from your face. His touch gentle. Caring. Feather-like.

Jongho eyes were fixed on you, watching intently every twitch, every breath, every spot and mark. How your lips, partially open, looked so plump and inviting while you exhaled with shallow breaths.

He, more than never, wanted to protect you. To take care of you. He knew he was crossing a line. But for the first time in decades he felt alive again.

Jongho finished taking off your makeup and, while your eyes were still closed, he brought his hand to your cheek and caressed the soft skin there. You hummed at the touch and smiled slightly, almost invisible, but he could see. He could see everything.

You opened your eyes and locked gazes with him. He swore that, if he still breathed, his would have hitched right then and there. You leaned into his touch and smiled a bit bigger, enjoying his care toward you.

Silence fell and for a while no one said a thing. Just your breath being heard. His hand still on your cheek.

The bed creaked as you lifted yourself up, staying face to face with the man. You looked to his eyes, then to his lips and to his eyes again. Your lips twitched a small smirk before leaning into his.

The kiss was short. Just a touch of lips. Quick. Scared. Afraid.

He looked at your eyes looking for any sign of regret or fear or anything that could stop him from doing what he wanted to do. When he found none, his lips smashed against yours, tightly.

Jongho grabbed your waist with one of his hands and pushed you flush against his chest all while the other one held your face. You were fisting the collar of his suit.

Your mouths kissed as if made for each other, lips opening and closing in a mad dance of passion and need. You whined softly when you felt the hand that was on your waist slide down to your ass and move to your leg. He took advantage of your parted lips to slip his tongue inside your mouth. He tasted like fancy champagne and remnants of his minty toothpaste.

The kiss was broken just when you could no longer breathe because you, unlike him, needed oxygen to survive. He touched your foreheads together and intently watched you. His eyes, once red, now looked almost black.

Neither of you said anything. Just watched each other reactions and tried to understand what was happening inside your own heads. You both knew that you had crossed a very defined limit. Boss and employee. Human and vampire. The lines were blurring in your eyes and neither of you wanted to go back to see it clearly.

You finally let go of all your worries, inhibitions, fears and everything else and circled your hands around his neck and kissed him again. He instantly responded to the kiss and brought you back close to him by your waist, arms circling your frame.

The kiss was feverish, quick and desperate. Too many things being said in a clash of tongues.

You wanted each other. Desperately.

His hand on your back moved up until he found the zipper of your dress and slowly pulling it down, opening the garment. The cold air hit your now exposed back making shivers appear on your skin, hairs standing. Jongho moved his kisses to your jaw and neck, licking and sucking the soft skin he met on his way down.

He started to slowly pull your dress down your body, hands caressing wherever they touched and making you suck a breath at the roughness of his skin on you. The fabric pooled at your feet at the same time he knelt in front of you and helped you get away from the piece of clothing.

Jongho looked up at you, eyes dark and hooded with lust and something more. He started to caress and squeeze your supple thighs, leaving soft kisses on the skin.

And them he hummed when he nosed at your clothed core and inhaled your aroused scent, fingers squeezing your hips.

"Lay on the bed for me, darling" he spoke, low, deep, hoarse. You almost moaned at the way he spoke and how he was looking at you. You never felt more desired. "And spread your pretty legs for me. Mhm… that's it, pretty" he mused as you did as told, the visible wet patch on your simple cotton panties making the heat crawl up your face. You didn't expect to end up like this so you just wore your regular underwear.

But Jongho couldn't care less about what type of panties you were wearing, either way, he was going to take them off of you. He moved his way from the ground while kissing your thighs, his cold lips a stark contrast against your burning skin. The anticipation making you shiver and wriggle in place.

When he finally arrived at your core, he left a small kiss bellow your navel and just above the waistband of your underwear before pulling them off. You shivered again at the sudden cold wind hitting your wet and warm vulva, exposed for the man to enjoy. Oh and he would enjoy it.

He moved back to between your legs and put your left one on top of his shoulder, making you spread wider and be more exposed for him. He scented you one last time before licking at your core with a flat tongue. You arched from the bed at the contact but also for being so long since someone touched you like that. You bit your lip as he moved his tongue up and down between your folds, lapping at your juices with low hums coming from his throat.

"Don't hold back, let me hear your sweet noises" he murmured between your legs at seeing you were holding yourself from moaning. "I don't care who'll hear us, I want'em to know who's making you feel good" you nodded and moved your hand to hold at his hair.

He went back to his task, now paying attention to your clit. The tip of his tongue drawing circles and the entire alphabet before giving a harsh suck that made you roll your eyes and moan. He smiled and sucked again and again at your nub, his chin glistening with your wetness. You tugged harder at his hair when he gave you an especially hard suck, back arching from the mattress.

"You taste divine, yn" he groaned. "I think I won't be able to get over your taste now that I know how it feels against my tongue" he replaced his mouth on your clit with his thumb, circling the bud with it while his tongue started to prod at your entrance. You don't know if it was you that was sensitive after so long without being touched by someone else or if he really was that good, probably both, but you could feel your high approaching, the knot in your stomach tightening.

"Sir…" you moaned as you pulled his hair again. "I'm… I'm close" you managed to stutter, low, worn.

"Go on, dear. I have you" he encouraged you, fingers moving faster and harsher against your clit. "Let yourself go for me, let me taste you" you moaned at both his words and his tongue fucking into you.

He was moving faster, harsher, with more intent. You felt it, the wave rising high until it crashed at the shore. You couldn't care if you moaned loud or not, you needed to get that delicious feeling out of your system. Jongho smiled against your core as he drank everything you gave to him. Your taste intoxicating, addictive.

He helped you through your high until it bordered overstimulation. You pushed his head away from you, legs quivering at the intensity. He smiled widely at you, nose, lips and chin shining with your essences. He was on cloud nine.

The man quickly wiped your remains from his face before lowering himself to kiss you again. A clash of tongues and teeth. Need even higher now. His pants incredibly tight in his front.

"Can you take your clothes off now?" You asked sweetly, almost shy, while trying to open the buttons of his suit. He smiled and nodded.

He purposefully took the pieces of clothing slowly, teasing as he watched your blown eyes eat him alive and press your thighs together, low whines leaving past your lips. The man smirked when he took it all off, leaving him in only his gold chain and underwear.

You only ever saw him all dressed up in full suits and thick clothing, the most you saw were his arms when he'd walk around the house in his soft and fancy t-shirts. But he was hiding his gold. His body was absolute perfection, a sculpture you'd see in museums and books. His shoulders wide, big, strong, his arms looking even bigger now with the assembly of the whole view of his body. His chest was as large as his back and his tummy was toned, not like full abs, just little indents of the muscle adorning his soft belly. And his skin, tanned and dripping gold like honey you wanted to taste on your tongue.

You moved from your laid position to kneel on the bed. You were not thinking straight, lust and desire clouding your brain, the only thing visible in the fog was Jongho. He moved closer to you and leaned down to capture your lips in a heated kiss again. You used the proximity to gently rub his hard on through the soft fabric of his underwear, earning a low growl between the kiss, before you finally pulled the piece down.

If the view of his naked body had impressed you, you weren't expecting for his dick to do it even more. The member sprung free, bouncing up and down slightly and making your mouth water. He wasn't big, but the girth. That was impressive. He was thick and veiny, angry red at the tip that was already leaking precum from only eating you out.

You bit your lower lip and started to gently stroke the appendage, eyes looking up at him, lashes fluttering. He groaned at the sight under him. You, his ever so caring, competent and professional assistant, were stroking his cock while looking at him with the most dirty yet delicate look.

Jongho caressed your hair, your cheeks, until he reached your mouth. His thumb gently rubbed your lower lip until you opened your mouth and let him slide it inside, putting pressure on your tongue with the digit and making you suck it. The whine that left your lips at the act was borderline pornographic.

You kept rubbing his cock up and down, squeezing the base whenever your brain cleared a little and you could remember what you were doing.

It was a symphony of moans and whines between you two but your hands weren't enough, he needed to feel your insides.

The man took his finger from your mouth, making you whine, and turned you around and pushed your chest against the mattress. Your ass sticking in the air while your back arched perfectly. He grabbed his member and started to rub against your core, coating it in your juices, tip hitting your clit at every forward movement.

"Sir… please" your moan came stifled from your face being flush against the sheets.

"Since you asked so nicely" he smirked and teased your entrance with his tip.

You opened your mouth in a silent gasp as he started to enter you. Even slowly, you could feel your walls burning to stretch and accommodate his impressive girth inside. Your hands fisted the sheets as he kept pushing the intrusion even further.

"Fuck, yn, you're so tight" he almost whispered the words as he finished bottoming out, his size fully seated inside you.

You could feel all the muscles in your pussy tighten and relax, as if they were blinking against Jongho's dick. He allowed you to get used to his size, caressing the skin in the expanse of your back and sides.

He knew he could move the moment you started to roll your hips against his own. Hands grabbing your hips in a bruising grip before he took a bit of himself out of you before slamming back in, fucking a breath out of you.

Slowly, Jongho found a rhythm until he could pull everything out and put it in again. His thrusts were deep, taking it out slowly before slamming back in with force, each time leaving you more breathless.

The grip in your hips were strong, you were sure he'd leave purple marks from holding them with his inhumane force but, at that moment, you couldn't care less. All you could think about was his tip hitting all the right spots inside of you and his girth stretching you and probably ruining you for anyone else.

You could feel the coil in your stomach starting to build again, making your moans louder and more desperate. He also sensed by the way your walls were gripping him even tighter. He leaned down so he could circle his arm around you and his fingers play with your abused and puffy clit.

"Ngh-sir!" You almost screamed at the overwhelming sensation, legs shaking against his ones.

"Go on, dear. Cum on me" he moaned against your ear, index and middle finger never stopping their movements on your clit. "Let me feel around me how good I'm making you feel" you moaned again, back arching even further down the mattress before you came. Your gummy inside gripping the man like a vice, juices dripping down your thigh as a white-ish ring formed around his base. "Good girl" he moaned against your ear and you fluttered around his cock again, sensitivity making you dumb but you wouldn't ask him to stop. You couldn't.

He kept fucking you even after your orgasm, not calming nor slowing down, he actually started to move faster, plunging into your pussy with renewed focus and strength.

Your body fell limp on the bed, you couldn't hold your own weight anymore, the only thing keeping you up was his bruising grip on your hips. He noticed the change in your body and stopped his movements. He removed himself from you, earning a soft and needy whine, before laying your back on the bed.

Now you could see him, his blown and glassy eyes that once were red, now black with a hint of gold. His sweaty torso looking even more delicious than before and if you weren't already so spent you'd lift yourself to lick the sweat out of his chest. His lips red and swollen and his vampire fangs out and visible. You couldn't help but clench around nothing at the view in front of you.

He lined his member to your entrance again and fully bottomed out again, your walls now used to his size, but not stopping you from choking on a moan at the act. The man resumed into fucking you again at an even faster pace, the new angle hitting new spots that you didn't even know you had inside of you.

You were clouded in pleasure, mouth open, tongue lolling out, eye rolling to the back of your skull. You were light as a cloud and all you could think about was your boss. The man that gave you a job and trusted a big part of his business to you was now balls deep inside of you. His grunts and groans leaving with no shame to make a noise. He wanted you to know you were the one making him feel this way.

Your mind was so clouded that you didn't even register what you said. "What?" Jongho's movements faltered at your confession and request.

"Bite me" you repeated, eyes opening so you could watch his intense ones. "I want you to mark me" your whinny voice and the clench of your walls were enough to make him dizzy and clouded with you.

He didn't even think properly of the request, just wanting to fulfill your wishes. He leaned against your chest, a trail of kisses and gentle rubs of the tip of his fangs on his way up to your neck, that now smelled faintly of your perfume and more of your natural scent and sweat. He was addicted. You moved your head to the side, giving him more access to your neck.

He never stopped his thrusts, his hips pistoning at a slow and deep pace again.

He left sweet little kisses down your neck and throat until he reached the junction of your neck and shoulder. He gave a few licks on the spot before ripping the skin open with his sharp teeth. You screamed at both the pain and pleasure and the way they mixed all together. You didn't know which one was which.

He sucked your red elixir slowly, trying not to get overwhelmed at the taste but also not to make you faint. You started to get even lighter in the head at the same time the wetness in your core increased. You were starting to get close again.

"You taste divine, my darling" the man said after detaching from your neck and licking the holes clean. "I'm so close now, can you cum again for me? Hm? Be a good girl and cum around me again" he cooed at you, body pressed tightly against yours as he moved.

You nodded rapidly, mouth hanging open but no sound leaving anymore. You were happily spent.

Jongho lifted himself a little so he could rub your clit again. A few quick circles and you came undone underneath him, body tensing before falling limp.

He kissed your lips again and then your forehead "so good, darling, you did so well for me" he stroke a few strands of hair away from your face and peppered kisses all over it. "I'm close too, yn, where do you want me to cum?" He asked, restraining himself from coming before you answered him.

"Inside, please, sir" you both whined together.

He nodded with a smirk in his lips and, with a few more thrusts, he came, ropes of white coating and filling your walls as he slowly stopped his movements.

Jongho removed himself from you, both hissing at the feeling of loss. His cum dripping down your hole as your walls pulsated from the sensitivity and use.

He laid by your side. Quiet. Just the sound of your breaths slowly coming back to normal filling the hotel room. The man slowly moved his hand until he grabbed yours and intertwined your fingers together. His cold skin always a crude contrast to your warmth.

You two laid quietly together for a while, hands intertwined. Million thoughts started to run through your head as you started to go back to your normal state.

Sensing your overthinking, Jongho pulled you by your waist closer to his chest and kissed the top of your head. "I want you to know that I don't regret anything we did tonight. Very much the opposite of it"

You sighed against his arm where you laid. "But we still crossed a line" you looked over to him and found him already looking at you, his eyes slowly coming back to his normal red and fangs gone from his pearly white teeth. "And I don't know how to react" you confessed.

"Do you… like me? I mean, as do you want me?" He asked shyly but certain. You looked at him for a few seconds before slowly nodding, almost ashamed to be admitting this. "Well, I want you too, so there's no need to fuss or be nervous" he smiled and kissed your lips. Gentle, slow. You could taste the tangy taste of your blood on his lips.

"Thank you for protecting me today by the way" you met his gaze and he nodded with a smile.

"If you're going to be mine, you'll have to get used to get taken care of" a kiss on the tip of your nose. "And get marked everywhere on your body" you shivered at the thought, heat crawling up to your body back again.

"I can live with that" you mused before kissing him one more time before you both fell soundly asleep in each other's arms.

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“Could I have the key for room 403 please?” 

The receptionist gives you a warm smile, handing you the keycard. It’s always her, and you know she knows you, but this place is known for its discretion - she would never make any comment to you.

Your heart is pounding against your chest as you enter the elevator, pressing the button to the fourth floor. The first time you came here, you instantly noticed that they chose to keep the 4 rather than go for the widely accepted F. Now it makes you chuckle - perhaps it was a sign of things to come…

The doors open to the all too familiar faded red carpet and scuffed cream walls. You turn your head, knowing without thinking that his room is the second to your right.

You take a moment to breathe before going in. The mix of excitement, dread, and longing, now routine, never fails to have your heart in your throat.

You don’t say anything as you unlock the door - smiling despite yourself when you see the way his face lights up when he sees you, throwing his phone on the comforter. He practically jumps off the mattress to engulf you in a hug.

“I’ve missed you angel.” He mumbles in your hair.

You completely melt in his embrace - his delicate, elegant scent wrapping around you like a blanket.

“I missed you too. You were silent for so long.”

“I know.” He pulls away, grabbing your face softly. “Believe me, I wanted to text you so bad, but you know how it is - schedules, practice, concerts… I’m so lucky my girl is so patient with me.”

What can you do but smile when he calls you his?

He leans in to kiss you, your own body pulled into him like a twisted magnet.

His thick, velvety lips revere yours, his hands already making quick work of your jacket. You let him do what he wants with you - always have - too addicted to him to care about the repercussions.

When you met him, you could tell that he was bad news. A secret relationship with an idol could never work out - if whatever you had could even be called that. But his attention drew you in, his words fed you the drug, and his body got you hooked.

He removes your hairclip, letting your hair cascade down so he can run his fingers through it, pulling it to tilt your face up.

“Is that a new perfume?” He asks, kissing your neck, marking you as if you were his. You hate that your heart soars that he noticed. He’s always so attentive when he’s with you…

“I wanted to try something different.”

He nibbles at your pulse and you gasp.

“You smell so sexy. My sexy angel.”

His lips travel down to your cleavage, pulling down your tank to reveal your peaked breasts, lapping at the sensitive buds. There’s no point in bothering with too many clothes when you come here - he only ever texts you for one reason.

He’s backed you up against the door now, one hand pinning you in place whilst the other moves past the waistband of your jeans, dipping into your panties.

“Fuck, you’re always so soaked for me.” He mutters against your chest, a low rumble echoing in his throat, and you moan at his words and his touch. You can’t help your reply.

“Two months.”

He sighs as he stands back up, sucking your arousal off his fingers before he kisses you again.

“I know angel, I’m so sorry. Let me take care of you.”

He grabs the back of your thighs to lift you, walking you to the bed. He doesn’t throw you or even drop you. He’s always so gentle with you, treating you so well - how deceitful.

He unbuttons your jeans carefully, kissing your thighs as he peels the fabric off, and your skin erupts with goosebumps at his touch.

“I thought of your pretty pussy so much when I was away. I missed how good it tastes, how well it takes me.” He confesses, his thumb pulling the white fabric tighter on your skin, mesmerised by the way it becomes translucent from your juices and the way you writhe.

Your cheeks burn so hot. “What about me? Did you miss me?”

His eyes move to your face, climbing up the bed to hover over you.

“Of course I did. I told you.” He smiles lopsidedly, caressing your cheek. “I thought about all of you.”

“Then why don’t you ever check in?”

He sighs, dropping his head and his soft black hair tickles your face.

“Gosh Angel, you like messing with me don’t you… It’s not that simple. I wish I could, you know I do…”

He drops onto your chest, hugging you so tightly your heart squeezes.

“I’m sorry.”

He muffles into you, and you can’t stop your hand from rubbing through his dark locks, soothing him.

“I know.” You pull his face up to meet yours. “It’s okay Seonghwa.”

You’re the one to kiss him this time, unable to bear the sad look of guilt on his face from knowing he doesn’t give you what you deserve. His tongue invades your mouth, gently, begging, apologetic.

He tastes like the strawberries he loves so much, and it feels so soft, like him. Despite your best instincts, you can’t say no when he texts you. You miss his soft touch, the way his mouth loves you, how his body moulds with yours like you were tragically destined for each other.

Your fingers reach for his cream jumper, pulling it over his head. His skin is so golden and tanned and soft and delicate - addicting.

He reaches between your legs again, and your body responds instantly when he slides his finger across your slick slit, back bucking into him.

“God I love you.”

The way he can make your head spin like that should be illegal.

He inserts two fingers, slowly, his mouth continuing to move against yours, drinking in every sound you make. This is what he hears at night in his dorm, his throbbing cock in his fist. Or worse - when he’s alone in a dark lonely hotel room on tour, thinking about how he could be in this hotel with you instead.

He does love you - in his own way. It’s just not the love you need. And he knows that. Unfortunately for you both, he can’t bring himself to let you go, so he chooses to be selfish. He also knows you could say no when he texts you - yet you never do. You’re stuck in this cycle together, and it’s as beautiful as it is heartbreaking.

The rhythm of his fingers increases gradually, pumping in and out of you with a precision only acquired with experience. His mouth has traveled down to your chest again as you grip his hair, arching into him.

“Hwa…”

He bites your nipple. “Yes angel?”

“I want more.” You manage to moan between the waves of his hand.

He obliges instantly, pushing another finger in as he crouches down between your legs, sucking on your needy clit. The lights of the old bedside table lamp dance on his golden back, moving with every muscle he contracts.

Your legs start shaking and twitching around his head. He digs his fingers into your thigh, and you mimic the movement by pressing his lips harder on you.

You can’t speak, only approving gasps and whimpers falling from your lips, until the coil breaks. The way he practically makes out with your cunt when you cum makes you levitate every time.

“So good Angel.”

His chin is glistening when he looks up at your dazed expression, inserting his wet fingers in your mouth for you to clean off. You don’t resist, still coming down, grabbing his wrist instead until you’ve sucked him clean.

He kisses you, stroking your hair gently.

You can feel his erection on your stomach, hands instantly moving to rub him over his brown pants. He whimpers at your soft touch, grabbing your hand to move it past his waistband instead, holding it there as you work him.

“Need you so bad.” He whines.

Your stomach flips at how desperate and needy he sounds, your hand working a little faster, just so you can make him louder - so you can replay it in your head until the next time he texts.

You push him off until he lays on his back next to you, climbing between his legs. You take off his pants slowly, like he did to you, biting your lip when you see his cock spring free.

You don’t waste another second, leaning down to take him in your mouth, his sigh of relief flows through your entire body. The salt from his precum hits your tongue like a delicacy, and you suck in as much of him as you can.

Two months without him feels like finally breathing in oxygen.

“Just like that angel. Fuck you’re so good.” He whines as he weaves his hand in your hair, guiding your movements.

You know how to make him beg and buck under your touch, your free hand digging into his inner thigh.

You look up at him, his big brown eyes and furrowed brows staring at the way your lips wrap around him so perfectly. His small whimpers travel to the pit of your stomach, and the sight of his parted lips makes you want to kiss him so much that you can’t help it - you climb on top of him, moving your panties out of the way and sinking down onto him as you kiss him hungrily.

Your curses echo in each other’s mouth as you move, rolling your hips with practiced precision. His hands find the hem of your tank top, pulling it over your head and throwing it somewhere on the black carpet. He takes the opportunity to grab your tits, squeezing and stroking them, watching how they bounce in tandem with your hips on his cock.

“So beautiful…” He whimpers.

The compliment lands right where it’s supposed to, making you feel high on him. You grab onto his shoulders for support and he grabs onto your waist to help you - the two of you relying on each other.

The sounds echoing through the room make you feel in your own perfectly imperfect bubble, the dull sounds of cars honking outside a faint reminder of reality.

One thing he’s always loved about you is how unapologetically loud you get when you feel good, and he knows he’s the only one able to do that for you.

“C’me here.” He grunts, pulling you to his chest, wrapping his lips around yours and his arms around your waist, taking over for you.

You start practically screaming from pleasure as he hits all the right places and his heart soars - it’s like a reward for him.

“Scream f’r me angel, that’s it.” He beckons.

Like the ever obedient girl you are for him, you oblige, letting go of any care - your cries echoing throughout the room.

“F-fuck Hwa…” You cry as a tear falls down your cheeks.

He licks it off of your face, delighting in the saltiness of it. Soon, more tears follow as he drives deeper into you, and he drinks every single one of them up.

“Fuck fuck I - I’m gonna cum, don’t st-top.” You beg him.

He doesn’t relent, continuing to thrust into you with enough force to bruise you, only caring that he helps you reach your orgasm, which you do in no time. It takes everything in him to not unravel at the way your walls squeeze around him, but he continues driving into you.

Only when he feels the waves have stopped does he flip you on your back. The way he takes over feels even deeper than before, and all you can do is babble incoherent words of pleasure at the sensitivity.

He takes so much pleasure in watching the way your body responds to him, the way your legs never stop shaking, how the pool of your tears grows bigger by the second below your head, how your nails dig into his wrist as he holds onto your hips, pulling you onto him with every thrust.

The way he’s hitting your cervix every time pushes you over the edge again, your orgasm ripping a guttural scream out of you that he’s sure to think about every day until he sees you again.

“Shit angel you’re squeezing s-so hard I-”

In a split second of clarity, he pulls out, just in time for his cum to hit your stomach, painting your sweaty skin with white.

You’re so spent, you don’t really register nor care. You’re still twitching from the remnants of your orgasm, and you don’t notice that he’s just staring at you, panting and mesmerised. He grabs his phone, taking a picture of you that he saves in the private folder named Angel ♥︎.

He does it every time, and you’ve grown accustomed to it. At first, you’d felt uncomfortable with the idea, but when he explained why, you’d accepted. Over time, you had started to think to yourself that at least, he thinks of you when you’re not there, even if he doesn’t reach out. Sadistic of him, masochistic of you. A match made in heaven.

He finally gets off the bed to go grab a towel, wiping himself off of your skin, kissing it lightly with every pass, before climbing onto the bed and pulling you into him.

This is the part where you play your best acting role - not for him, but for yourself. This is the part where you tell yourself everything’s okay, because he’s there with you. Hugging you, kissing your forehead, caressing your hair and drawing mindless patterns on your back. Sometimes you talk, other times you just lay there, until you fall asleep.

“You did so good for me, always so perfect. I love you, you know?” He whispers in your hair.

You don’t want to say anything to break the bubble, but your words come out before you can stop them.

“But you keep leaving me…”

He pulls away to look at you, grabbing your chin and tilting your face up until your eyes meet his.

“And I always come back angel. You’re my girl. My favourite. My only one.”

You smile at him. Not because you believe him, but because you want to. And maybe, if you pretend enough, it’ll become real.

He starts stroking your skin again, nestling you into his chest, pulling the covers over your body as you start to shiver. Soon, you start to fall into sleep, lulled by his calm breathing and regular heartbeat, when you hear him whisper as he grabs you tighter -

“I’m sorry I’m not who you wish I was.”

The bed feels cold when you wake up. You tap the space next to you to find it empty. Again.

A single tear rolls down onto the pillow, hurt that he never makes it past sunrise - knowing you’ll do it all again the next time he asks you to meet him in this hotel room.

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"We should have a toast first." San spoke up.

Seonghwa, eager as ever, stood and held his glass up. "Thank you to everyone who worked hard on this comeback. It wouldn't have been possible without you. To my members, let's enjoy some time to ourselves and celebrate our win. Fighting!"

"Fighting!" The group chorused.

Everyone collectively raised their glasses and downed their shots, Hongjoong's lips pressing together at the bitter aftertaste. You cleared your throat, dropping the glass back down onto the table.

"One more. One more." Wooyoung eagerly chanted, grabbing for an open bottle.

"Are you trying to get us drunk before we even eat?" Hongjoong chastised teasingly.

"Hey, loosen up." Wooyoung laughed. "We're celebrating."

Another round was poured and everyone threw back their shots. Jongho, the most immune, started filling his glass again for a third round.

Mingi laughed, pointing at the youngest. "Look at this guy."

While the others cut up with one another and goofed off, Hongjoong turned to you, his gaze lingering long enough for you to notice.

"After such a busy schedule, seeing you is like a breath of fresh air." His hand found yours under the table, his thumb caressing your knuckle.

A chorus of "ooh's" rang out, bringing your attention to the many platters of food being brought to the table, their savory aroma dancing in the air.

An array of side dishes were spread along the table to pair with the grilled beef and pork. Everyone had the same wide-eyed expression, reaching for their chopsticks eagerly.

"I'm gonna show you how to properly eat grilled pork belly." Hongjoong grabbed a piece of meat, taking a little of the side dishes, steering clear of the vegetables, and creating one perfect bite.

Instead of eating it himself, he held it out to you. You let him feed you, barely managing to get it all in one bite.

"Mmm!" You hummed in approval, giving him a thumbs up.

"I told you." He grinned proudly.

Food disappeared and glasses continued to be refilled. All the while, you were witnessing firsthand the rapid effects the soju was having on your boyfriend. He didn't have a noticeable pink flush, but his behavior gave it away. Hongjoong giggled more, finding everyone entertaining. He laughed that loud belly laugh of his that you loved so much. The alcohol had definitely loosened him up, allowing a glimpse of a goofier Hongjoong you didn't get to see often.

He wasn't the type for a lot of PDA, but with all those shots coursing through his veins, he became more touchy. He would give your hand a little pat, lean over to bump shoulders, and even rested his hand on your thigh.

After Yunho made some ridiculous pun, your boyfriend leaned over on you as he cackled, which he'd been doing often, losing his balance despite being seated.

"You alright?" You chuckled.

"Yeah." He drawled with a grin, draping his arm over your shoulder. "Never better."

A discussion at the opposite end of the table seemed to have sparked an impromptu karaoke session. Mingi stood up to belt out lyrics, dragging poor Yeosang to stand beside him. Hongjoong got up and swayed with the others, bumping into you while singing along. Even San, who had been sitting quietly, was now on his feet singing loudly. You were grateful to be in a separate dining room, away from any patrons looking for a peaceful meal.

Watching the guys was so entertaining, you almost missed your boyfriend going to do a handstand, his legs hoisting into the air beside you.

"Hongjoong!"

He took a couple wobbly steps before dropping his feet back to the floor. He stood upright, laughing heartily. The other members seemed unfazed by his behavior, like it was just another day.

"Ohh captain's drunk!" Laughed Seonghwa, who was already teetering on the edge of intoxicated.

"He does this all the time." Yunho assured you, grinning at Hongjoong's drunken enthusiasm.

"Careful." You warned in a lighthearted tone.

He waved a dismissive hand. "Ah. I'm fine."

Once the group sing along ceased, Hongjoong sat back down, taking a bite of grilled beef, his free hand coming to rest on your thigh. Your eyes darted down at the contact, his touch warm, even through the fabric of your pants.

He chatted with the boys, discussing some of the highlights of the comeback, recalling a few funny mishaps during the promotional period.

"No, no. Tell the story about how you slung your mic across the stage at M Countdown." Hongjoong said to Mingi through a laugh, his touch leaving your thigh to absentmindedly reach for your hand.

The rapper began his tale of woe, leaving the entire table laughing, including you.

The topic switched and your attention drifted from the conversation when you felt Hongjoong's forehead hit your shoulder.

"I'm so glad you're here." He drawled drunkenly.

"I am too."

"You're so nice." He murmured. "And you're all mine."

"That's right." You had to conceal the amusement creeping into your tone.

On a regular day, Hongjoong was possessive—in a sweet and endearing kind of way, but tonight the alcohol had brought out a more vocal side of him.

"You won't look at other idols, right? Only me?" He asked in a murmur, lips in a soft pout.

"Only you." A chuckle slipped out. "I promise."

"Mmm." He nuzzled against you. "Good. You can't look at other idols. Just look at me."

"I will." You snickered. "You tired?"

He nodded.

The other members were equally as wasted, some worse than others. The group's manager gathered them all, guiding them towards the communal SUV that took them out. Hongjoong shuffled behind you, dropping into his seat, his head falling limply onto your shoulder as you wrestled with his seatbelt, clicking it into place.

He was out like a light within minutes, the street lamps briefly illuminating his face as they passed. Getting him inside and into bed would prove to be a challenge, but it was one you were willing to tackle. And you'd definitely be teasing him for his behavior tomorrow when he was sober.

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Mingi's arms gesticulated wildly as he told some elaborate story over dinner, Wooyoung cutting in every so often to correct him when he misquoted something.

"It's been so long since we've gone out as a group." Seonghwa said to you, his eyes glimmering with unspoken, but visible, appreciation. The undertone of excitement in his voice didn't go unnoticed either.

The entire table was buzzing with conversation as everyone pored over the menu, discussing what they were craving.

"Wahh. They have boiled pork belly and seafood pancakes." He gaped. "I don't know what it is, but greasy food always pairs well with soju."

You considered Seonghwa to be a connoisseur of sorts when it came to food and what combinations were the best, so you trusted his opinion.

"They have the brand of beer I like too." He pointed on the menu. "I might have one."

Seonghwa was a lightweight when it came to alcohol. He knew that, you knew that, the whole group knew that. However, Seonghwa knew his limits.

"Should we order some spicy rice cakes?" Yeosang asked, glancing down the table.

"Two." Yunho added enthusiastically, holding up two fingers.

"That sounds good." Seonghwa gasped.

The entire group loved food and would chime in when someone suggested something particularly delicious. Once the order was placed, multiple bottles of beer and soju were brought to the table. Jongho grabbed one and started doing tricks with it, creating a cyclone with the alcohol. Seonghwa took one and opened it in a showy manner, rotating and twisting it open. You chuckled at his theatrics, watching as he poured you a shot of soju. Mingi did the honors of pouring Seonghwa's, filling it to the brim

"Woah. Woah. What's that?" You laughed loudly, pointing to the overflowing shot.

"Hey, Mingi's no good at this." Wooyoung shook his head.

"You can't pour it out." Jongho cut in.

Seonghwa took the glass, examining it before grinning clinking his glass softly against yours with a small, "Cheers."

He tilted it back, taking it like a champ. You followed, drinking your own glass. The burn was subtle, lingering in your chest after you took the shot.

Seonghwa released a long "Ahh." and sat back in his chair.

"Let's have another round." Wooyoung suggested, already working to pour more shots for those around him.

Seonghwa refilled your glass and let you do the same to his. You made sure not to overdo it like Mingi did, giving him a normal level of alcohol.

The warmth from the soju mixed perfectly with the cozy and welcoming atmosphere of the restaurant. Conversations buzzed between the group, Yunho telling a particularly interesting story about Yeosang walking into his room naked while he was doing a livestream.

"I was laid on the bed holding my phone and I see Yeosang in my peripheral."

Yeosang was laughing, but you could see his ears were pink, and it wasn't from the alcohol.

You had your hand over your mouth, nearly doubled over in your seat from laughing so hard.

"No one saw him, right?" Hongjoong asked Yunho.

"No, no. But I told Atiny about it as it was happening and everyone wanted me to turn the camera around."

The entire table burst into laughter.

"That's our Atiny." Mingi chuckled.

During the conversation, Seonghwa decided to crack open one of the beers while it was still cold, taking a sip of it.

He let out a noise of approval, his brows pulled together in an expression that let you know he enjoyed it. He looked towards you with a little smile, leaning over to say quietly, "You look really pretty tonight."

The heat of a blush spread across your cheeks and all you could manage was a shy thank you.

Amidst the discussions and silent exchanges, glasses were refilled and ready for another round.

After Seonghwa's third shot, you could tell he was starting to loosen up. He was laughing louder and being extra cheeky, his ears sporting a deep shade of pink.

"Let's play a drinking game." He piped up.

Yunho's expression brightened at that and Jongho nodded in agreement.

"Okay. Pick one." Hongjoong nodded towards Seonghwa.

Immediately, a game chant was started, prompting your boyfriend to give his answer at the end of it.

"What about 369 game?"

A chorus of excited noises echoed down the table as everyone got ready.

It started on the opposite side of the table, Yeosang began the game by calling out one. It went to Wooyoung, who called out two, then San clapped. The game continued, going around the table until the second round of numbers when they started to get higher. Seonghwa, poor guy, missed his cue to call a number, prompting the group to start chanting, "Idiot shot! Idiot shot!"

Seonghwa's giggles filled the air and Yunho did the honors of pouring the shot—to the brim. Seonghwa examined the glass with wide eyes.

"You don't have to drink it all." Hongjoong assured him.

"No. I can do it." He insisted, cheeks flushed.

His nimble fingers took the glass, raising it to his lips and tilting it back.

It took two servers to bring out everything that was ordered. Bowls of steaming rice cakes, glistening cuts of pork belly, perfectly browned seafood pancakes, and other dishes were laid out on the table for the group.

Your foodie boyfriend's eyes were wide with wonder as the food was brought to the table, darting from platter to platter. Some of the members laughed at his awed expression, a few teasing remarks made here and there.

"Cure." San giggled.

"What do you want on your plate?" Seonghwa asked you, brown irises shimmering under the dim restaurant lighting.

Your heart softened at his attentiveness. Even tipsy, he made sure that you were taken care of.

Everyone fell silent, quietly enjoying the spread of dishes brought to the table. You glanced over to check on Seonghwa periodically, watching lovingly as he took massive bites of his food.

You stifled a chuckle, to which he gave you a blissfully blank stare.

"What?"

You shook your head. "You're just cute when you eat."

His face melted into the most adorable little smile, his eyes going soft. In a split second, he closed the distance between your faces, pressing a kiss to your cheek. You blinked at the public display of affection and before you could fully react to it, Seonghwa went back to stuffing his face.

As the night progressed, his eyes became rounder and more glossy, his cheeks and neck tinged a deep pink—a clear sign he was drunk.

"Hwa, love." You murmured.

He turned to you with a ditzy expression, blinking expectantly. "Yes?"

"Are you feeling alright?"

"I'm fine!" His words were accompanied by a slight slur. "Let's play another drinking game!"

A few suggestions were thrown out there before everyone settled on one. You participated in the game, watching Seonghwa giggle throughout the whole thing.

"You messed up!" Wooyoung pointed to San, who was barely hanging on. "Penalty shot."

Seonghwa laughed loudly. "Haha! Idiot."

He was being particularly adorable, unintentionally cranking up the cuteness.

He wobbled in his seat, leaning sideways into you when he laughed, needing support, lest he go toppling to the floor.

When the evening came to a close and everyone was taken back home. You were left to deal with a drunken Seonghwa who staggered while trying to get his shoes off in the doorway. His roommates, San and Mingi disappeared to their own rooms. San was about to fall asleep standing up while Mingi couldn't stop laughing at him.

You barely managed to get Seonghwa to his room without stumbling. As soon as you released him, he dropped down onto the side of his bed.

You sighed softly and cupped his cheeks, gently forcing him to look at you. His face was the reddest it's ever been and his brown eyes were glistening in the dim lamps in his room.

"You're so pretty." He murmured, gazing up like you'd hung the moon.

"You're very drunk right now." You giggled quietly.

"But I still think you're pretty."

"Thank you, Hwa. You're pretty too."

His puffy eyes widened. "I am?"

"Yes." You stifled a soft laugh. "Now, I think pretty boys like you need some beauty sleep, yeah?"

He nodded with a cute little noise.

He didn't bother with pajamas, merely stripping down to his boxers and collapsing in his bed. You stole one of his shirts and a pair of sweats, turning off his lamp and crawling into bed. He was glued to your side in an instant, curled up against you.

"Soft."

You reached up to caress his hair, earning a faint noise in response. "Goodnight, Hwa."

"G'night." He slurred, already dozing off.

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It was a cozy Friday night with Yunho. The coffee table was littered with partially-eaten containers of food and bottles of soju that had long been opened. An exhausting week of work was behind you and your weekend was being kicked off by having a game night with your boyfriend who'd just gotten a new game for his PlayStation. The Spider-Man-themed controller was clutched between your hands, your fingers moving swiftly over the buttons and joysticks.

"Good job, good job, good job." He repeated, eyes glued to the TV screen.

Yunho was leaned forward, completely engrossed in the gameplay, barely even blinking, lest he miss something.

His body jerked and he yelped. "Dodge! Hurry, hurry."

Your thumbs toggled the controls and you moved your avatar out of the line of fire, your heart pounding from the adrenaline.

One by one, the both of you worked to take out enemies from the other team until the very end. There was only one player left from the opposing side. You located their hideout and ambushed them with Yunho, taking them down and winning the game.

Yunho threw his hands up in victory, leaning over to pepper your face in kisses.

"That's my girl!" He praised, stirring up butterflies in your stomach. "Let's celebrate with a shot."

His neck and ears were already red and the same rosy hue was starting to spread to his cheeks from previous shots, but you agreed anyway.

You set aside the game controller and let Yunho pour up a glass, taking the bottle from him to serve him in return.

"To a good game." He toasted, clinking his shot glass with yours before tilting his head back.

You mirrored his movements, feeling the subtle burn that followed. You returned to your partially-eaten food that still held a little warmth, chewing quietly as the background music for Yunho's game filled the room.

"Should we watch something?" He asked.

"Yeah. I think I'm ready to relax for a bit."

Yunho immediately opened up one of his streaming services and scrolled the options.

"How about this one? We've been putting it off." He offered.

The thumbnail for an anime that recently released was displayed on the screen along with a description.

"It's got that one character in it." He added, proceeding to dramatically mimic said character from popular clips that had circulated social media.

His goofy behavior never failed to make you laugh. Giggles bubbled up out of you and Yunho's already glossy eyes seemed to shimmer.

"Let's do it." You agreed.

The first episode started to play and Yunho situated himself against you, his thigh pressed against yours, an arm draped behind you. You leaned into his side, eyes focused on the screen. Throughout the next few episodes, Yunho alternated between eating and taking a few sips of soju, opting to drink straight from the bottle.

At first, you paid no mind to it. Yunho had a decent alcohol tolerance, so you knew he wouldn't get plastered. He would gradually shift his position, sometimes pulling you right into his chest, keeping you very close. This behavior was a little clingier than normal. It wasn't anything to be alarmed about though, so you let him do as he wished and lay however he wanted.

It wasn't until he started grabbing your hand to play with it and peppering your arm with kisses that you realized something was up. You could no longer concentrate on the anime, as Yunho's clinginess was taking most of your attention.

"You okay?" You finally asked, your voice tinged with amusement as you watched the way he nuzzled against the back of your hand.

"Mhm." He hummed blissfully, releasing your hand to wrap his arm around you, pulling your body against his.

You shivered when he pressed his face into the crook of your neck, releasing a warm breath right against your skin.

"You're so soft." He murmured, words slurred.

His lips pressed firmly to the junction between your neck and shoulder, making your eyelids flutter involuntarily. He pulled back to nuzzle into your jaw, lips brushing along it.

"I love you." He uttered drunkenly. "M'so lucky."

The ticklish sensations caused you to shiver. "I love you too, Yun."

He leaned over, putting more of his weight on you until you were laid on the couch, partially trapped beneath his body.

"Yunho." You chuckled.

He laughed in response, settling fully on top of you.

"You're really comfy."

"And you're drunk."

"Only a liiitle." He drawled, snuggling into you.

Yunho's weight was comforting, his body warm and cozy. He shifted, pressing a clumsy kiss to the corner of your mouth, his hand slipping underneath the hem of your shirt to caress your bare waist.

"This is nice." He murmured, pressing his lips to your jaw.

His kisses were messy and uncoordinated, but stirred butterflies in your gut nonetheless.

"We're missing the show." You whispered, fingers carding gently through his hair.

"S'okay."

You had no doubt that if Yunho was with a group of friends right now, he would be laughing and bouncing everywhere, but due to the lazy atmosphere, the alcohol was making him feel heavy.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his glazed brown eyes glimmering in the light of the TV. He gazed at you like you were the most beautiful thing he'd ever laid eyes on.

"What?" You decided to ask.

"You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen."

"Okay. That's definitely not true."

"It is." He insisted, dragging the words out with a faint whine.

Instead of arguing, you indulged him. "Well, thank you."

"You're welcome." He hummed, dropping his head onto your chest with a little huff of self-satisfaction. "I know what I'm talking about, y'know."

"Hm?"

"I'm a little tipsy, but I know what I'm saying."

You believed him. After all, his tolerance for alcohol was impressive.

"Then I want you to tell me again tomorrow."

"I will. I'll scream it from the rooftops."

"That's not necessary." You giggled, brushing his hair. "Just rest for now."

At your words, Yunho's body relaxed and he fell silent, save for his soft breathing.

"Goodnight." You whispered.

𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐆 | 여상 | w.c 1,430

Green bottles of soju were scattered along the tabletop, one of them already empty. You and your boyfriend were usually homebodies, preferring to stay in rather than go out. However, tonight, you found yourselves in an outdoor eating area beside a food truck. An array of classic Korean meals and side dishes were spread along the tabletop, some partially eaten. The tent covering the dining area made for a comfortable experience and it helped that there were only two people in there besides yourselves.

Yeosang took a rice cake between his chopsticks and popped it into his mouth, humming appreciatively.

"This is nice." You sighed, grabbing a generous bite of ramen, slurping the noodles quietly.

"Mhm." Your boyfriend nodded, chewing with a little pout on his lips—an adorable habit of his.

You reached for your phone, opening the camera and snapping a couple pictures as discreetly as possible, wanting desperately to capture this moment. Unfortunately for you, Yeosang was much more aware than you hoped in that moment, his eyes catching the top of your phone peeking from over the edge of the table.

"Hey."

You jerked your phone out of sight and started laughing out of embarrassment at being caught.

"Sorry. You looked cute."

"I'm not cute." He denied.

"Right, right." You chuckled, recalling how Yeosang didn't like being called that. "Then what do I do? What am I supposed to call you?"

"Call me handsome. Sexy, maybe?" He grinned, wiggling his brows.

"When you're eating with a pout on your face? That's impossible." You huffed dramatically, slumping forward.

"Okay." He relented. "I'll give you a pass this once. Only once, because you're my girlfriend."

You gave a small laugh, knowing that was a lie. He let you call him cute all the time.

"How generous."

Yeosang set his chopsticks aside and reached for another bottle of soju.

"Wanna see something I learned from Jongho?"

"A bottle trick?"

He nodded, taking the bottle and holding it sideways before jerking it upright, the force of the movement causing a small tornado inside the glass.

"Ooh." You clapped. "Impressive."

He had that signature tiny shy smile on his face at your praise.

"Here. Try it." He pressed the bottle into your palm, his fingers brushing yours.

You mimicked his movements, jerking the bottle, watching as a partial cyclone spun inside the glass.

"I did it! Sort of." You chuckled, passing it back to Yeosang who cracked the seal and poured you both another round. You clinked your glasses and downed the shot in one smooth motion.

"Should we play a game?" He asked, licking his lips.

"Which one did you have in mind? A lot of them require a group."

"Let's just do rock, paper, scissors. Leave it up to chance."

A slow grin spread across your lips. "I'm down."

Yeosang rested his elbow on the table, fingers curled into a fist. You mirrored him, your eyes meeting his.

"Rock, paper, scissors. Shoot!" He chanted, sticking two fingers out in the form of scissors.

You had kept your same starting stance, your hand still clutched into a fist.

"Ha!" You laughed. "Take a shot, Sangie. I win."

He smirked, taking his loss in stride as you poured him a glass, watching him throw back the shot.

"Okay. Round two." You grinned, holding your fist out again. "Rock, paper, scissors. Shoot!"

You chose paper this time, Yesoang stuck with scissors.

"Ah." You dropped your head as your boyfriend's devious giggles reached your ears.

When you lifted your gaze, he was already pushing your penalty shot across the table.

You shook your head, grabbing the glass and drinking down the soju inside.

You played a few more rounds, your heart racing every time you made your move. Much to your relief, Yeosang ended up drinking the most. Though you had your fair share of losses.

"I think I have to tap out." You giggled, feeling a little buzz coming on.

"Not me." Yeosang shook his head, pouring another shot just for fun.

"Are you sure about that?" There was a hint of amusement in your question.

"Of course I'm sure. I'm good at drinking." He insisted, downing the shot.

"Suit yourself." You huffed out a laugh, taking another bite of food. "Unlike you, I wanna be able to remember this tomorrow."

"Don't worry about me." He waved his hand dismissively.

You huffed out a laugh and shook your head.

While you eased up on the drinking, Yeosang kept pouring shots, alternating between drinking and eating. His ears were red and the color was slowly creeping onto his cheeks. His behavior was changing too. Normally, he was calmer and more laid back. Now, he was acting cuter, pouting and speaking in a higher tone.

"Whew." Yeosang huffed, shrugging off his jacket. "It's hot in here."

Your eyes were instantly drawn to what he wore underneath the jacket. A tight black tank top, his favorite one.

Yeosang's gentle, angelic laughter filled the air and your attention snapped up.

"What are you looking at?" He asked, his tone carrying a cutesy lilt.

"Nothing." You lied.

"Come on." He drawled with a teasing grin, his glassy eyes glinting with amusement. "Tell me."

"I'm look at you, silly." You responded, trying to play it off as nothing.

More giggles spilled from his pretty pink lips as he swayed in his chair.

"You're wasted."

"No. I'm Yeosang."

You pressed your lips together to suppress a laugh.

"Hey." Yeosang drawled, his big eyes glimmering. "Let's take a walk."

"I think that's a good idea." You said, getting to your feet and offering him your hand.

His fingers curled around your palm and he stood, swaying on his feet.

"Woah there." You stumbled forward to help stabilize him.

He leaned on you, giggling.

"Alright, bud." You grabbed his jacket draped across the back of his chair and started making your way out of tent. "Let's go."

The night air hit your skin, the temperature outside cooler than inside the sheltered tent.

Yeosang shivered, walking closer and pressing his face into your hair.

"Cold." He whined.

"Let's get your jacket back on." You pulled away, holding it out for him. "Maybe cover up those distractions too."

"Distractions?"

You eyed his chest and arms, causing him to smile shyly. "Oh."

He tugged on his jacket, returning quickly to your side, draping an arm around your shoulders. You supported some of his weight, keeping him steady as you strolled down the sidewalk.

Yeosang yawned. "Mmh. I change my mind." The pout in his voice was evident. "I wanna go back home."

"Getting sleepy?"

He nodded against you. "Wanna cuddle with my girlfriend."

You huffed out a laugh. "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

His eyes were barely open and his pretty lips were pushed into an unintentional pout.

"You're so adorable when you're drunk." You murmured with a soft laugh, unable to keep the thought to yourself.

"Nooo." He dragged out. "I'm not cute. I'm sexy."

"You don't realize this, but your cuteness level goes up when you're drunk."

"It does not." He whined, leaning further against you.

"Alright." You relented. "Whatever you say."

He swayed and bumped into you with a small grunt.

"Easy." You warned.

He giggled, clinging tighter to you and nuzzling into your hair. "Sorry." He murmured, letting out a dreamy hum at being so close.

As you returned to your apartment, Yeosang put more of his weight on you, his feet dragging across the concrete, indicating just how tired he was.

You managed to get him inside and lead him into the bedroom where he detached from you, barely having time to shrug off his jacket before he dropped onto the bed. His arms instantly reached out to you, beckoning you to lie down with him.

"Not yet." You chuckled, tugging off his shoes.

He groaned in protest, but let you undress him so he wouldn't be uncomfortable.

"Tonight was fun." He murmured into the pillow as you changed into some pajamas.

"It was?" You clicked off the bedside lamp, bathing the room in darkness.

"Yeah. I liked drinking with you." He felt around for your forearm, his fingers curling loosely around it and tugging you towards him.

The moment you landed on his chest, his arms wrapped around your waist. His body was warm from all the alcohol he consumed, the heat seeping through your clothes as he held you in his embrace. A gentle, sleepy noise fell from his lips, followed by steady breathing.

He was out.

You suppressed a chuckle, leaving a delicate kiss on his cheekbone. "Goodnight, Yeosang."

𝐒𝐀𝐍 | 산 | w.c 1,280

Ateez were all seated in the private dining room of a restaurant that had been making its rounds on everyone's social feeds. There was a break in the group's schedule and Jongho managed to get everyone together for a shared dinner.

"I read about this place online." Your boyfriend marveled, staring up at the ceiling in wonder.

"Their sashimi is supposed to be really good. It's all anyone talks about on Instagram." Seonghwa mentioned.

"Ooh. They have marinated crab." Yunho gaped.

"We should get a couple orders of that." San added.

After some menu browsing and discussions, everyone placed their orders, including an impressive amount of alcohol. Some ordering beer, others choosing the classic soju.

"We need to go all out." Jongho had said.

It was easy for him to say. He had one of the highest alcohol tolerances in the group.

Beverages were brought out first, your boyfriend reaching for one of the bottles, pouring you a generous shot.

Once everyone had their glasses filled, Mingi took the initiative to get the ball rolling.

"Cheers." He called out enthusiastically, clinking glasses with everyone.

The group took their shots at once, the now empty glasses hitting the table with a small thump. San's face scrunched a little at the taste and you chuckled in quiet amusement.

"What's so funny?" He asked with a dimpled smirk, draping his arm across the back of your chair.

"Your reaction." You responded simply.

"Do I amuse you or something?" There was a teasing glint in his eyes as they flickered up and down your seated form.

"Very much so." You giggled, giving his nose a little tap.

Seonghwa reached over to fill your glasses again caught your attention.

"Another round already?" You questioned with a small laugh.

"Yeah. We're going all in tonight." Seonghwa grinned.

San wasn't one to initiate the drinking. He more so just went along with everyone else, following when another round of shots were poured up. If one was given to him, he would drink it.

"Alright. Let's go, let's go." Wooyoung chanted, tilting back his glass, prompting everyone else to do the same.

The food was brought out minutes later and there was a brief intermission in the drinking to indulge in the mouthwatering dishes that had been ordered.

Your poor boyfriend was awful at holding his liquor. It didn't take many shots for his face to start sporting that telltale pink flush. You didn't think much of it at first, not realizing just how poor his tolerance was. Everyone had placed their orders and started playing games to pass the time. San was roughly three shots in and you only noticed his tipsy behavior when Seonghwa, who was also pink, pointed it out, laughing at him.

San blinked cluelessly at the teasing until it finally processed in his mind.

"No." He denied, rubbing his cheek. "I'm okay."

"You sure?" You asked, your eyes drifting over his red face.

"Mhm." He nodded.

You didn't want to push, choosing to drop it for the time being and took a bite of food.

San observed the other members almost dazedly, leaned forward slightly, bracing himself in his chair.

"Another round!" Yunho encouraged, pouring shots for everyone.

San silently watched everyone grab their glasses and downed the alcohol with them. He was clearly feeling it, but went along with whatever the group was doing.

"What about a game?" Yeosang suggested.

"Let's play the one where we yell at each other back and forth." Mingi suggested.

"No." Yeosang cut in and immediately shook his head rapidly. "I'm not getting screamed at again. That was scary."

The rest of the group laughed, seemingly recalling a previous drinking session together.

A more tame game was suggested after that and everyone agreed on it. One by one, you would take your turn, keeping up with the steady pace of the game. It didn't take long for Hongjoong to mess up, resulting in a penalty shot.

"You alright?" You asked San after a few rounds of drinking games, taking in his reddened face.

His eyes were puffy and barely open, giving away just how affected he was.

"Yeah." He answered, sounding completely coherent despite his appearance. "Just a little hot."

You laughed softly, endeared by his current state. He looked sleepy, blinking sluggishly.

"If you say so."

"I do." He insisted with a little pout.

As the drinking games proceeded, he kept up the best that he could. It was painfully endearing seeing him this way. When he lost a round and had to take a penalty shot, he took it in stride, but leaned over on your shoulder pouting about it when no one was looking.

When it wasn't his turn, he fell silent. He didn't speak, spaced out and staring at nothing. You pressed your lips together to suppress a laugh, but he noticed.

"What?" He inquired, the clueless expression on his face making you have cuteness aggression.

"You seem a little drunk."

"M'not drunk." He denied, his words punctuated by a small whine.

What started out as a group dinner turned into a karaoke session at a 24 hour karaoke bar. The nine of you were packed inside of a room with colorful lights dancing along the walls and floor.

Jongho was standing before the TV on the wall, singing along to the words displayed on the screen. San must have gotten a sudden burst of energy, his singer instincts kicking in the second he heard music. Though he wasn't the one with the microphone, he was belting out the lyrics with his eyes closed as he swayed in his seat, getting lost in the emotional ballad. Other members had joined in, but your boyfriend was the loudest.

You burst into laughter at the enthusiasm that San was exuding, watching him amusedly. His face was still sporting that deep red flush from all the drinking, making this moment all the more entertaining.

San slung an arm over your shoulders, making you sway with him. You held onto his waist, joyful chuckles spilling out of you.

His singing ceased when the song came to an end and Seonghwa stepped up to grab the mic next.

Music started up again and the whole group straightened at the opening instrumental of a popular upbeat K-pop song.

San jumped to his feet and pulled you with him, shouting out the words with Seonghwa and the others. Singing wasn't one of your talents, but you still had a buzz from the alcohol earlier and joined in, dancing around the room with San.

He tugged you against him, stumbling slightly.

"Woah there." You chuckled.

His head rested against yours, a hum vibrating in his chest. "Love you so much. You're so beautiful." His words were murmured and dragged out like he was sleepy.

"I love you too, San."

"You should stay the night when we go home."

"If your roommates are okay with it, I will." You chuckled.

"They don't care." He moved to nuzzle against your cheek, letting out soft hums that sounded akin to a purring cat.

"You tired?" You asked, brushing your fingers through his dark hair.

"Mhm." He nodded.

"I think San's ready to go home." Hongjoong pointed out, having noticed the way he was clinging to you.

"No!" He raised his head immediately, lips pushed into a pout. "Let's keep singing."

Scattered laughter filled the room at his reaction.

"You sure?" Yeosang asked.

"Yeah. We just got here." His sentences were exaggerated with a whine at the end that made your chest squeeze with adoration.

"Alright. We'll sing a few more songs then we'll head home. Deal?" You asked him.

"Mmh." He nodded. "Deal."

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐈 | 민기 | w.c 1,310

The first indication that your boyfriend was drunk were his texts, or more so the selfies he sent. Blurry pictures of Mingi smiling brightly at a table filled with food was what greeted you when you opened his messages. His grin alone was proof enough that he'd been drinking.

He used to indulge in alcohol often and had since cut back, but Jongho and Wooyoung invited him out and those two were big drinkers.

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard pensively before you decided not to text. He may not even be able to respond.

"At least he's having fun."

You sighed and leaned back against the couch, staring at the ceiling, twiddling your thumbs.

Your phone buzzed a few minutes later and you jumped to check it. More selfies flooded in from Mingi. Blurry group photos, then a picture of Wooyoung kissing a visibly uncomfortable Jongho on the cheek, followed by a series of images showing the youngest grappling Wooyoung into a chokehold. You snorted amusedly, knowing how affectionate he was sober.

The evening wore on and your boyfriend made sure to spam endless selfies and snapshots, some of them obviously accidental.

As you swiped through the pictures, Mingi's contact photo popped up on the screen and his custom ringtone played aloud. He was FaceTiming you.

Your thumb swiped to accept the call, raising your phone level with your face. You jerked back when Mingi's eye filled the screen, startled by the unexpected sight.

He pulled back, blinking owlishly.

"Y/n!" He shouted over the sound of Wooyoung's loud cackles.

"Mingi, what are you doing?" You asked with a laugh.

"I sent you pictures! Look." He turned the camera to show the table filled with nearly empty plates and many bottles of soju, crumpled napkins and discarded chopsticks littering the space.

You caught a glimpse of Wooyoung and Jongho in the background, both of them attempting tricks with the bottles.

"I got your pictures. It looks like you're having fun."

"I am!" He clumsily faced the camera back to himself, smiling drunkenly.

"Why'd you call?"

"I missed you." He spoke loudly.

Your expression softened. "I miss you too, but I'm glad you're having a good time."

"Hey, you should come join us!"

"Oh. No, I don't want to intrude."

Before you could continue, Wooyoung chimed in.

"Y/n, get down here! Mingi has been whining about you all evening."

Your boyfriend's already pink cheeks deepened. "Heyyy." He frowned.

Wooyoung snickered in response.

"Okay. I guess I'll head that way.." You gave in.

"See you soon." Mingi waved, his phone wobbling in his hand before he ended the call.

You sighed, shaking your head. "That boy."

Half an hour later you stepped into the bar, having shed your comfortable clothes for proper outside attire. Your eyes scanned the small space that had a surprisingly decent crowd clustered on the floor.

"Y/n!"

Your attention was drawn towards the call of your name and a large hand waving excitedly over the clusters of patrons. You recognized the flashy rings instantly, a knowing grin spreading across your lips.

Mingi emerged, staggering towards you with a dopey smile on his face.

"Y/n." He uttered, throwing his arms around you.

"Hey, baby." You greeted, rubbing his back.

He buried his face into your shoulder, releasing a mix between a groan and a sigh.

"Wooyoung and Jongho... they're sooo fun."

"I know they are."

"I'm so happy you're here."

"Me too. Now I can keep an eye on you." It was partially a joke. "You said you weren't gonna drink a lot. How did this even happen?" You asked him.

"We played games and I kept losing." He whined, pulling back with a pout. "They made me take penalty shots."

"Oh you poor thing." You cooed, running your fingers through his lengthy hair, tidying the unruly strands.

If there was one thing you knew about Mingi, it's that he liked to be babied. Contrary to his height and sometimes intimidating appearance, he enjoyed when you doted on him. He melted into your touch, sighing out a slurred, "I love you."

"I love you too." You laughed, giving him a little pat on the cheek. "Let's go sit."

He took your hand, guiding you through the crowd, back to his table where Wooyoung and Jongho erupted in excited exclamations at your arrival.

"Heeeey!" Wooyoung greeted.

You joined the two of them and Mingi dropped back into his chair, sitting beside you.

"We just ordered more food. You hungry?" Jongho offered.

"Oh yes." You grabbed a pair of chopsticks and took a bite.

"Alright. How about another round of shots?" Wooyoung beamed, already opening a bottle of soju.

"No." Mingi shook his head. "I can't. No more."

"I'll have one. Only one. I'll probably be driving this guy home later." You gave your boyfriend a pat on the back.

"Alright." Wooyoung pushed a glass towards you. "One shot."

You took the glass and turned it back just as Wooyoung and Jongho did.

"Ahh." Jongho sighed dramatically.

You grabbed your chopsticks again and went back for more food after downing your shot.

"This is insanely good." You praised.

"It pairs so well with the drinks, doesn't it?" Wooyoung chimed in, grabbing himself a bite.

You glanced over at Mingi, checking on his current state. His eyes were glossy and he looked like the pouting emoji personified.

"Mingi?"

"I think I'm ready to leave." He frowned. "It's stuffy in here."

"But she just got here." Wooyoung whined.

"No, no. It's fine." You placed your chopsticks down. "I can take him home."

"Yeah, he's kinda out of it." Jongho reasoned.

"Alright." Wooyoung sighed.

You said your goodbyes and took Mingi to your car, watching him fumble with the seatbelt.

"Here." You reached over to click the buckle into place.

"You're so nice to me." He murmured, his words slurred.

"Because I care for you, bub."

He let out an incoherent murmur as you started the engine and headed towards home.

Somehow, you managed to lead Mingi inside and get him to your shared bedroom without him collapsing. He stepped past the doorway and held your waist to steady himself.

"You good?"

"Mhm." He flashed a dopey grin, cheeks flushed from the alcohol.

There was no time to react as he leaned in to capture your lips in a clumsy, uncoordinated kiss.

Your hands flew to his cheeks, pulling back just enough to talk.

"You really missed me, huh?"

"Yeah." He breathed, diving in again.

"Mmph!" You giggled against his lips. "You were only gone for a couple hours."

"I still missed you." He whined softly, kissing you once more, awkwardly guiding you towards the bed.

The back of your knees hit the edge of the mattress and Mingi went tumbling forward on top of you with a small grunt.

"Oops." He laughed, pressing his face into the crook of your neck, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses along your skin.

You squirmed, the sensations both pleasant and ticklish all at once. He raised his head, shimmying to reach your lips only to bump his forehead against yours by accident.

"Ah." You flinched.

"Ow." He whined. "Maybe I need to take it slow."

"Good idea." You caressed his hair, pushing it back away from his face. "How about I get you some water?"

He gave a sleepy nod and you managed to slide out from underneath him, slipping off to the kitchen.

By the time you returned, Mingi was asleep. His shoes had been kicked off, but he was still fully clothed, splayed across the bed.

A sigh of endearment exhaled through your nostrils as you placed a bottle of water on the nightstand, gazing down at your boyfriend's sleeping form.

"Goodnight, sweet boy." You whispered, placing a delicate kiss to the top of his head, leaving him to rest.

𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 | 우영 | w.c 1,070

Taking care of your drunk boyfriend was not on your agenda tonight, but Wooyoung liked to let loose and have a good time.

It started off just fine. You, Wooyoung, San, and Seonghwa all went out for a fun little karaoke night, renting a private room for the evening. There were snacks, sweets, and alcohol of course.

Wooyoung dragged you up from the bench along the back wall of the room and to the TV, choosing a fun duet to sing. It was a popular song from a film that was sweeping the charts, one that you could shout at the top of your lungs to.

You both belted out the lyrics without a care in the world, paying no mind to how you sounded, jumping around and getting lost in the music. Wooyoung took your hand with his free one, spinning you around while singing passionately. The lyrics were interrupted only by laughter from the both of you.

Your little performance earned you a standing ovation and a round of applause from San and Seonghwa. The both of you did a bow and returned to your spot on the bench lining the wall at the back of the room.

San got up and grabbed one of the microphones, choosing a song to sing, striding around the room trying to get everyone hyped up. You clapped to the beat, cheers and shouts of encouragement filled the room. San began singing roughly, straining to put his heart and soul into his performance.

Wooyoung took one of the soju bottles and started pouring shots for everyone while his bandmate carried on with his enthusiastic rendition. You clinked your glasses, swallowing down the liquid inside that left a subtle burning in your chest. Your boyfriend grabbed the last full shot glass, trying to get San to drink it despite being in the middle of an enthralling vocal performance. His singing ceased long enough for Wooyoung to press the glass to his lips. San laughed, but his face was twisted in distaste at the unpleasant bitterness of the soju.

There was a brief intermission between songs so everyone could enjoy some of the food and refuel. Spicy chicken stir fry, veggie dumplings, and Korean corn dogs. These karaoke places specialized in bar food or anything greasy to help you get less drunk. Plus, it paired well with the alcohol.

A string of mozzarella stretched from the corn dog in Wooyoung's hand right to his plush lips. He ate his way along the gooey trail of cheese, humming pleasantly.

"So good." He spoke through a mouthful of food.

"Soooo good." You agreed, pinching a fried dumpling between your chopsticks.

As the night progressed, the empty bottles piled up, so did the empty plates. Things took a turn when the four of you finished off the third bottle of soju. Wooyoung was eager with the shots, even insisting on playing some drinking games.

"You're wanting to play with the two weakest drinkers in your group?" You questioned with an amused grin.

"Yes." He answered without missing a beat.

So, you played a few rounds of games and continued on with karaoke.

The first indication that Wooyoung was getting drunk was the fact that he couldn't keep his hands off you. His warm palms found their way to your waist or even your thigh, squeezing and caressing subtly wherever they landed. He kept stealing kisses too, leaning over to randomly smack his lips against your cheek and jaw. Wooyoung was affectionate anyway, but with all the alcohol he consumed, it became much worse.

While a pink-faced San was eating, you were having a conversation with Seonghwa, talking to him about a clothing store you visited recently when Wooyoung randomly grabbed your face and kissed your cheek firmly, pulling away with a loud smooch sound.

"Wooyoung!" Your cheeks flooded with heat, but San and Seonghwa only laughed, desensitized to this kind of behavior.

"They're not bothered with seeing a little public display of affection. Besides, they're both tipsy." Wooyoung waved it off dismissively.

"Yeah, so are you." You countered, lightly poking his cheek.

He snapped his teeth teasingly at your finger and you yanked it away, you shot him a warning look, not being serious. He responded with a mischievously smug smirk.

At that point, Seonghwa and San had gone back to eating, your previous conversation about shopping had fallen to the wayside.

"Behave." You nudged him.

"No promises." He sang with a playful lilt.

He did not behave.

For a while, he kept an arm draped over your shoulder and had you pulled against his side. He wouldn't allow you to even stand up when it was your turn to sing.

You didn't know how long you spent inside the karaoke room, but when San looked like he was about to fall asleep, Seonghwa suggested calling it a night.

Wooyoung lumbered in through the front door with a drunken grin plastered on his face. You sighed and closed the door, flicking the lock. The moment you did so, Wooyoung's hands found your waist, pulling you back against him. The tip of his nose traced your neck and you suppressed a shiver.

"Mmm. Tonight was fun." He hummed. "You looked so good dancing without a care in the world."

Your muscles tensed when he placed a warm, open-mouthed kiss to your neck.

"Wooyoung."

"What?" He grumbled against your skin, his deft hands sliding under the hem of your shirt to brush against your waist. "You're so warm."

"You're a little drunk right now." You reminded him despite how nice his touch felt.

"So what? I just wanna kiss my girlfriend. Is that so wrong?"

"You can barely stand upright."

"Then let's go lie down."

You managed to get to the bedroom, prying Wooyoung off long enough to change into pajamas. He didn't bother with any, merely stripping down to his boxers.

He hooked an arm around your waist and pulled you towards the bed and on top of him, his hands sliding along your sides. His nose nuzzled against your cheek before he turned his head to kiss your lips. His aim was off and he ended up kissing the corner of your mouth instead.

You laughed softly. "You should probably sleep."

"Lemme kiss you for a little while longer." He murmured, his droopy eyes gazing into yours. "Please?"

"Okay." You caved. "Just a little longer."

𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎 | 종호 | w.c 1,130

It was a cozy Saturday evening with Jongho. Laid before you was the classic Korean combination of fried chicken and beer, along with a few bottles of soju for variety.

"This is where it's at." Jongho rubbed his hands together, taking in the spread.

The fried batter on the chicken looked so mouthwatering you could practically feel the crunch already, and the glaze on the sauced chicken glistened under the warm lamplight, making you swallow instinctively.

Your boyfriend passed a pair of disposable gloves to you for eating (complementary with the meal) and presented you with your drink of choice.

"Ladies first." Jongho gestured.

You didn't need to be told twice, reaching out to grab a chicken leg covered in sauce.

The first bite had you slumping against the back of the couch dramatically, earning a string of heart-fluttering giggles from Jongho. He slipped on a pair of gloves and grabbed a classic fried drumstick, taking a large bite. His brows scrunched together as he chewed, humming in approval.

No words were exchanged, just the soft crunch of the fry batter as the two of you ate in silence.

Jongho reached over and opened up a bottle of beer, taking a swig of it, his eyes closing at how the flavors mixed.

"An unbeatable combo." He said, shaking his head. "So good."

He finished eating and pulled off his gloves, grabbing the soju next, twisting the cap and pouring a couple shots for the both of you.

A grin played at your lips seeing Jongho slide one over. "Alright. Getting the party started pretty quickly, huh?"

"You know it."

You gave a little shrug and took the small glass, lightly clinking it with Jongho's before tilting it back. You pressed your lips together at the taste, setting the glass back on the table.

"Don't expect me to keep up with you tonight." You told him.

"I don't. Tap out whenever you want." He said, pouring himself a second shot.

You pushed your glass towards his, indicating you weren't backing down yet.

Jongho tended to be a little heavy-handed with alcohol, pouring shots that nearly filled the glass.

"Jeez." You laughed, raising your glass to examine it. "Are you trying to get me plastered?"

"Not on purpose." He giggled.

You huffed amusedly, drinking the full shot.

Jongho had just finished his, pulling away with an exaggerated exhale.

"I like drinking on occasion." He said, swirling his beer inside its bottle. "Especially if I'm going out to eat. I can't have a delicious steak without a good glass of wine. Or chicken without beer."

"Of course." You nodded, knowing how Jongho enjoyed a good food and drink pairing.

"Mingi says you're the only reason he drinks anymore." You mentioned.

"Did he?"

"Yeah. He stopped, but when he goes into eat with you, he ends up drinking."

"Hah!" Jongho threw his head back, letting out a loud laugh. "He's weak-willed."

You scolded him, by delivering a light smack to his shoulder. "Hey. Be nice."

"It's the truth."

You huffed, shaking your head.

The conversation progressed from there and Jongho started telling you funny stories about the members and things that have happened when the cameras were off. During this, he poured more shots and you two enjoyed some more chicken, nearly finishing off both boxes. His story-telling abilities already made you laugh, especially with the way he mimicked people, but with the alcohol, things were even funnier to you. Your loud cackles filled the living room, tears brimming at the edges of your eyes while you clutched your stomach.

Jongho was leaned over, his eyes scrunched into tiny crescents as his adorable laughter reached your ears. The sight alone was enough to make your heart melt. From the crinkles by his eyes to his endearing gummy grin.

"He did not say that." You spoke through belly laughter.

"He did! I swear."

Time slipped by and the table was littered with empty bottles, boxes from the chicken, and wadded disposable gloves and napkins. Jongho drank two beers and both of you emptied four sojus. Jongho stretched, blinking blearily. His neck and ears had been pink for quite some time, but now the color started creeping to his soft cheeks. You watched him leave the room and return with a fresh bottle of beer.

Even in your slightly hazy state, a small tinge of worry flared in your chest.

"Not to be a buzzkill, but don't you think you should slow it down?"

"Slow it down?" Jongho echoed perking up at your words, almost immediately going into his group's choreography for their song Bouncy, singing the lyrics under his breath.

"Jongho." You laughed. "I don't want you getting hungover tomorrow."

He huffed, slumping in his seat. "I just want one more."

"I'm not gonna stop you from doing what you want, but you've had a lot."

"Oh, come on." He wiggled his shoulders, laying the cuteness on extra thick. "One more bottle of beer."

You tried to resist, but it was impossible. Jongho was just too cute, especially when he acted this way. Plus, the alcohol had given you a little buzz that was clouding your judgement.

"Alright. One more, but I don't want you getting sick."

"I won't." He waved you off. "I'm a champ when it comes to drinking. My tolerance is soooo good."

His pink cheeks and slurred words said otherwise. Jongho had reached his limit of tolerance.

"Right, right." You nodded, giving him a pat on the back.

"Why do you sound like you don't believe me?"

"Because I don't." You giggled.

"Hey!" He leaned over and grabbed your sides, making you yelp.

Your laughter spilled out when he laid partially on top of you, trapping you against the couch cushions.

"You don't trust me?" He asked, raising a brow.

"Nooo." You teased, a big smile plastered on your face.

"Oh yeah?" Jongho grinned, his face inching closer. "If I'm so drunk, then why am I aware of the fact that I have you trapped right now?"

You could feel heat creep onto your cheeks at his words, not missing the glint in his eye. You were at a loss, not having a comeback.

"Speechless?" He asked, his half-lidded eyes drifting to your lips.

By the time it registered in your sluggish mind, his mouth was on yours, warm and soft. Your arms draped around his shoulders in acceptance, eyes falling shut as you kissed him back. It was a little messy and uncoordinated, but it made your stomach do flips.

Jongho hummed, dragging his lips slowly over yours, letting you feel the shape of them.

"What about your beer?" You asked when he pulled back a fraction.

"I don't want it anymore. I want you."

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In a dark room full of men in expensive suits, sharp and undeniably charming faces, a projector is showing information about their next prey, someone who will make them wealthier, heck, maybe rank their gang up.

"Ahn Y/N, our treasure."

Standing in front of the humongous table is Kim Hongjoong, captain of the Hala Clan, stating their next mission. He has been told that Seojun will be marrying you, the precious daughter of the Ahn Clan. Hala and Seojun have a bad history.

A few years ago, Hongjoong and Seojun were actually allies. Their clans worked together on a major operation that could have made both organizations extremely powerful. Hongjoong trusted Seojun completely and even considered him a friend.

During the operation, however, Seojun secretly sold information to a rival organization. When everything went wrong, Hongjoong's men were ambushed.

The worst part? Hongjoong's older brother was killed because of the information leak.

Seojun escaped unharmed because he was the one who orchestrated it. Everyone believed the rival organization was responsible, but Hongjoong eventually discovered the truth.

Since then, revenge has become personal.

His plan is simple. Track Y/N's routine, kidnap her at the right designated time, hold her hostage for some countable days, just enough time to make Seojun realize her disappearance, make some calls and threats, lure Seojun into his trap, get his revenge, and maybe steal from him. Easy work, or so he thought.

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The day of your marriage is near, you could count the days. Each day passes, and you've been stressed, locking yourself in your room, trying to figure out how to get out of this shitty condition of yours.

You don't live with your family, you have a penthouse on the outskirts of Seoul, living by yourself. Being in the same ground with your father made you feel like trash, sure, you obey him and all, but that doesn't mean you like him.

You just finished your shower, and your white robe tightly wraps your body as you make your way to the balcony. Cigarette in between your lips as smoke flies away with the wind of the night. You were deep in your own thoughts, completely dissociating from the world. You think about your mother, about the things Seojun will do to her. Just thinking about it made your blood boil, you truly despise that man.

The door leading to your bedroom is widely open behind you, the white dress they have prepared for you can be seen from your peripheral view, and you're sick of it. Sometimes you just want to burn it and throw the ashes at Seojun, or throw it from the balcony and have someone pick it up or something, so you wouldn’t have to be reminded of the marriage every time you see it.

You were about to take another cigarette from the pack until you heard something from outside your room. It's not something loud, it's something that an untrained ear would miss. Your instinct immediately kicked in telling you that there is someone in the house, you carefully went back to the bathroom to wear something, then swiftly grabbing a gun and a knife underneath the sink, you strapped the knife to you thighs and covered it with your clothes.

You make your way silently to the door, your ear pressed to the wood to listen for something, anything.

You open the door after hearing nothing, carefully twisting the knob, revealing the dark hallway leading to the center of the penthouse. The only source of light is from the moon, illuminating the hallway, making it unnecessarily creepy. You're moving like a feather, no sound can be heard each time you step on the ceramic floor. As you reached the living room, you were once again greeted by the dark.

"Fuck why did I leave every light off?" You curse under your breath.

You had left your phone somewhere in the bedroom, and you're not risking your life by turning on the lights. So when you feel like there's no one in the living room, you silently make your way back to the bedroom with your gun steady in your hand, pointing to every corner in the house. Once you get there, you close the door and lock it. You immediately went to search for your phone somewhere in the mess of your bed.

"shit, where is it?!" You curse as you silently and carefully dive into the mess, looking for your phone.

You were fully invested in looking for your phone to realize that the door to the balcony was widely open, the wind blowing from outside made you shiver, making you hyper aware of the balcony. And that's when you heard it, something, or rather someone, landed on the balcony. It was too dark to see, only a silhouette could be seen standing under the moonlight, his clothes swaying from the winds blowing. You immediately pointed your gun at the silhouette of someone standing tall on the balcony. The moon behind him made him look eerie.

That silhouette make his way slowly to you.

"Don't move," you command. But he doesn’t listen and keeps moving carefully towards you.

You don’t want to shoot anyone, so you quickly make your way out of the bedroom. Your instinct told you that he is not alone, someone else is in the house.

You went to another room that is connected to another balcony. Your initial plan is to jump and land on top of a roof or something, then make your escape. But once you open the door leading to the balcony, no roofs are in sight, you immediately go back inside and go to another room.

You open the door quietly, once again meeting with the dark, praying nobody is in this room. You enter the room carefully, listening for any movements of breathing, until something cold touches your temple. You know very well what it is, you didn’t dare to make a move.

"Don’t move. Put your gun down." A heavy voice said.

You did what he told you to, you carefully put your gun down on the floor, and put your hands up. That man grabbed the back of your clothes and led you forcefully to the living room, where three other men were waiting. This time you could see them clearly, they were wearing black suits and shining silver watches, looks expensive.

They eyed you up and down, like some wolves eyeing their prey.

"What do you want from me?" You asked, eyes glaring at them, trying not to show any weakness. They didn’t answer you, they only keep glaring at you as if you’re going to jump at them out of nowhere.

One of the men comes up to you with a rope in his hand to tie your hands. But they didn’t know a knife was still strapped securely on your thighs, hidden by your oversized tee.

Just before he could tie your hand, you grabbed the gun pointed at you and kicked the man in front of you, immediately catching him off guard and fell down. With super speed, you pinned his hands with your feet, making a cringe crunch sound. You then grabbed the man beside you and pointed your knife dangerously close to his throat as your other hand pointed the gun at the other two.

"Answer me, what do you want from me?!" You repeated. As you press your knife to the man’s throat, resulting in some blood drips down from his neck to your hand.

You could see the panic on the other two faces, trying to figure out what to do, and it seems like they didn’t expect you to fight back, they were super wrong.

"Fuck. Okay, calm down." One of them said, trying to make up some words, or ways to tackle you down, probably.

You eyed them one by one, trying to figure out who they are, and who they work for. You scanned their suits, carefully searching for something, a clue perhaps, to whoever they are. Until something small and shiny caught your attention, a pin on their collar, with an ‘A’ logo, that's when you realize they are the Hala.

"Hala… I see what you’re trying to do."

You knew the history between Seojun and Hala, and you figured that they are here to kidnap you and lure Seojun to give him their revenge. And for once you thought maybe being kidnapped is actually not bad, considering Seojun will have a hard time.

But your thought immediately drifted to your mother, if you played along and let them kidnap you, you couldn’t imagine the things Seojun would do to her.

You were deep in thought while still keeping your eyes on them, but you didn’t realize that the man you’re pinning with your feet right now is making a move, biting your calf. You jolted at the sudden pain and lost balance, which made the man you’re holding take advantage of it and turn the tables. You are now the one with a knife to your throat. You gripped his arms tightly, trying to break free, but he was too strong. The other men also regained their composure. The gun you dropped is now theirs again. You have to figure out something smart and quick, that's when a plan comes up in your mind.

"Okay, listen, I know your plan is to take revenge on Seojun. Look, I hate him too, even more than you guys do." You said steadily, eyes scanning for their reaction.

"What if we work together? I can help you guys get your revenge, or even better, kill him. I’ll even pay you guys as much as you want to get rid of that bastard." You try to persuade.

They look at one another, probably considering your offer.

"Well, we still have to take you to our captain, try to persuade him with your offer when we get there," the one holding you said. He dragged your body and make their way out to the car. At this point, you’re giving up on trying to break free already, due to their strong grip.

"Could you at least be less forceful or something? I’m literally coming with you guys of my own will." You protest.

"Shut up and get in already." He said as he shoved you inside the car.

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The drive to their base was long, of course, since you lived on the outskirts of town. You also had learned their names as they were yelling and blaming each other while you tried to have a peaceful drive. Mingi, the one who eerily walks to you from your balcony, and the one who is driving right now. San, the one you kicked and bit your calf. Wooyoung and Yeosang, who basically did nothing. Your hands are tied now since they don't trust you

After some time, the car stopped in front of a gigantic rusty gate. A security guard comes up to the driver's window to check the car, and once he sees Mingi, he immediately opens the gate to let the car through. After the gate is a humongous mansion looking deliberately haunted for some reason, but actually, you're not that surprised, the mansion totally screams Hala for sure. Once Mingi stopped the car right in front of the entrance, Wooyoung grabbed you and pulled you out of the car.

"Dude, you need to chill. I'm not going anywhere. Geez." You once again protest. The way they keep pushing and pulling you really piss you off, you're literally coming either way.

They all led you through the hallway, making turns until you spot a big wooden door, perhaps the captain's room, you thought. Once you get inside, you are greeted with four other people, and one of them has this vibe that screams leader; his hair is slicked back, shoulder broad, and his suit is spotless. The way he stands is just very intimidating, and the smile on his face seems smug.

He makes his way to you, striding graciously toward you. You're not going to lie, he is one of the best sights you've ever seen, and you couldn't help but stare at him.

"Ah, Miss Y/N?" He purred, his voice sounded like the sweetest honey that can kill you slowly.

You were too mesmerized to even form a word and reply to him. Your eyes are stripping him slowly, taking every detail of him into your memory.

He chuckled, sounding majestic for some reason, it hypnotized you further away from reality. As he comes even closer to you, you can feel your heart beating hard under your skin, trying to escape your body and jump right into his hands.

"I have been informed that you have a great deal to give me. Could you emphasize?" He asked, as he stopped right in front of you, eyes searching yours, eager for an answer.

The proximity made you realize the situation you're in right now. You immediately regained your composure and cleared your throat, opening and closing your mouth, trying to find the right word.

"I know your history. You're trying to take revenge on Seojun, Right? And I'm sure my role here is as a trap, luring him into your cage." You explain, voice trying to sound steady and confident.

"So I have an offer. We work together, you hate him, and so do I. I don't want to be married to a cocky prick and trapped with him my whole life, I'd rather die."You continued.

"Hmm... I see. But aside from getting my revenge on him, what do I get? You get to be free from him and all, but me? Only a revenge wouldn't be fair, isn't it?" He emitted.

"I'll pay you as much as you want. I want him erased from this world if you will." You added.

His expression shows that he is intrigued by your offer, and your hope increases as you search his eyes looking for answers.

"Okay, can you fight?" He asked, tilting his head like a puppy's first time hearing foreign sounds. Gosh, how is this man the captain of Hala? You thought it was going to be someone super big and scary-looking. But instead, you are met with a charming and super handsome looking man.

"I... Know how to throw punches?" You mumbled.

He laughed at your reply. " Yeah, no. I want you to participate in taking him down, and throwing punches won't help, darling. You'll need some more training." He beamed.

"We need to take him down fast! He's going to hurt my mother, and the wedding is in literally less than two weeks." You fumed.

"Oh, don't worry. I guarantee your mother's safety. My men will take care of her. While we get ready to take that son of a bitch down." He smiled, the way he said we feels like he's flirting with you, especially with that face of him.

He later introduced his name as you guys make plans to take down Seojun. Kim Hongjoong, his name matches him really well. He took you all into a meeting room, getting straight to making plans.

Hongjoong doesn't play around when it comes to Seojun. In fact, he does not play around with anything. You've learned that he takes everything seriously, and he probably has anger issues or something, because throughout the meeting, he would yell at his men, mostly Wooyoung, because he plays too much. But one thing is for sure, he's undeniably scary when he's angry, and somehow, you found it super hot.

After some time discussing the best plan, you all finally agreed on this plan

You will not be held hostage by him, which is a great thing because being hostage is not fun at all. You will be his eyes, since you get to be around Seojun a lot, and then give important information to Hongjoong so he can tell the others about their parts. Some of them will keep an eye on your mother, ensuring her safety. And the rest, will back you and Hongjoong up when taking him down.

The plan is that you will be acting like nothing happened and bear being with Seojun until the day of the wedding, and at the ceremony, Hongjoong, and all of the rest will move and execute. It needs to be silent, and you will be acting shocked when Seojun gets shot. And just in case things go south, you will be joining the battlefield. Hongjoong had given you a super thin knife that can be hidden in your dress, and you will fight using that.

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It has been almost a week since you got 'kidnapped' by them, and since that day, you have been closer to basically everyone in the mansion.

There's Hongjoong, Captain of Hala. He carried himself like a king who had built his throne from blood and ambition. He wasn't the tallest man in the room, nor the most physically intimidating, yet every head turned when he entered. His sharp eyes seemed capable of dissecting a person within seconds, always calculating, always planning. Neatly styled hair framed a face that was unfairly handsome for someone so dangerous.

There was elegance in everything he did, from the way he adjusted his cufflinks to the way he delivered threats with a smile.

Most people feared his anger. You feared how calm he became when he was angry.

Seonghwa, Hongjoong's right hand. Seonghwa looked more like a luxury magazine model than a criminal. His appearance was always immaculate; not a single wrinkle dared touch his suit, and his dark hair remained perfectly styled no matter the situation.

His gentle smile often fooled strangers into believing he was harmless. They usually learned otherwise.

While Hongjoong was the storm, Seonghwa was the silence before it. His voice rarely rose above a calm tone, but when it did, even seasoned members straightened immediately.

Yunho, the trainer. He was impossible to miss. Towering over nearly everyone, his broad shoulders and long limbs made him look intimidating from afar. Yet the moment he smiled, every ounce of danger disappeared.

His laughter came easily, loud and genuine, often filling entire hallways. You quickly learned that beneath his friendly personality was a terrifying fighter capable of dropping a man twice his size without breaking a sweat.

Yunho was proof that kindness and strength could exist in the same person. You would come over a lot, for training or to evaluate plans, and sometimes you would help with some errands. It feels like you're one of them already.

Yeosang, the Sniper. He had the unsettling habit of appearing out of nowhere. One moment a room would be empty. The next, he'd be standing in the corner silently observing.

His sharp features and calm demeanor made him seem almost detached from the world around him. He spoke only when necessary, and every word felt deliberate.

Unlike the others, Yeosang never wasted energy. Never wasted movement. Never wasted bullets. His unreadable expression often made people uncomfortable. Which he secretly enjoyed.

San, the Enforcer. He looked dangerous. There was no better way to describe him.

Everything about him radiated intensity—from the sharpness of his gaze to the way his jaw clenched whenever he was annoyed. His emotions sat close to the surface, making him explosive and unpredictable. Despite his reputation as Hala's attack dog, those closest to him knew his anger stemmed from fierce loyalty. If San cared about someone, he would walk through hell for them.

If he hated someone, he'd happily drag them there himself.

Mingi, the Driver and Weapons expert. He was chaos disguised as a human being.Tall and impossibly energetic, he moved through life as if consequences simply didn't apply to him. His loud voice echoed through every room he entered, usually followed by someone yelling at him to shut up.

His playful nature made him seem careless.That assumption usually lasted until people saw him behind the wheel.Or holding a gun. Then they understood why he was one of Hala's most trusted members.

Wooyoung, the Infiltration Specialist. He was trouble. The kind of trouble that smiled beautifully before ruining your entire day.

He possessed an almost supernatural ability to get under people's skin within minutes of meeting them. Charming, flirtatious, and endlessly dramatic, he thrived on creating chaos for his own entertainment.

Nobody could ever tell when he was joking. Sometimes not even Wooyoung himself. Behind the constant teasing, however, was someone exceptionally observant.

He noticed everything. And forgot nothing.

And there's Jongho, the Medic. Jongho was perhaps the most terrifying member of Hala.

Not because he was loud. Not because he was aggressive. But because he wasn't. His quiet demeanor often made people underestimate him.

A mistake.

Beneath his calm exterior hid strength that bordered on ridiculous. You once watched him lift a grown man as if he weighed nothing. Jongho preferred actions over words. If he cared about you, he'd patch your wounds, bring you food, and make sure you survived.

If he didn't... You'd know.

Today, you came by the base because Yunho told you to come train and box with him. As you make your way down the training ground, you can hear someone punching the punching bag. You thought it was Yunho, after all, he is the one who asked you to come. But once you make it there, you are met with Hongjoong instead.

Sweat runs down from his temple to his chin as he keeps punching the bag. The black tank top he wears reveals his big, sturdy biceps glistening with sweat. His hair is tousled from running his hand through it. It was truly a sight.

You didn't realize that you're literally frozen in place, eyes obviously striping the man in front of you, until his voice disturbs your day dreaming.

"You like what you see?" He chimed as he made his way to you, running his hand through his hair with a smirk plastered smugly on his face.

"Huh, no. Where's Yunho?" You tried to change the topic, trying to hide how flustered you are by averting your eyes, searching for the said man that is nowhere to be found in the training ground.

"He's not here. I've sent him to do some errands, important ones. So you'll be training with me today." He cheered. You couldn't help but think he purposely sent Yunho out so he could train with you.

"Hmm, that's suspicious, but I'll let it slide." you replied as you stretched, getting ready to train for today.

The two of you walk into the ring, preparing to fight each other.

You strike first, throwing a fake punch to his head, and then kick the side of his body. You thought you could trick him, but he is way faster than you thought. He immediately grabs your foot and pulls it, making you lose your balance and fall on your back.

"Fuck, that hurts." You agonized, rubbing the back of your head as you tried getting up. Hongjoong only chuckled and repositioned his body. You did the same thing. This time, you wait for him to strike first, trying to read his movement.

He raised his foot to kick you, but you thought it was a fake one, so you shielded your head instead. But Hongjoong is way ahead of you, it was actually not a fake. He actually kicked you, sending you to the side of the ring. Oh, you are fuming, and he could see it.

"C'mon, is that all you got Y/N?" He trilled.

That question made you rage. You got up and immediately launched at him, straddling him down. Just as you were about to throw a fist at his face, he pulled you and changed position. He is now on top of you, and both of your hands are locked above your head.

You groaned in annoyance. Hongjoong, on the other hand, seems to enjoy this, he is grinning like he got the best reward ever.

Once you realize the position you're in right now is very questionable, if someone suddenly walks in on you guys. You got flustered when realizing that your face is inches away from his. Upon realizing you're flustered, Hongjoong leans even closer, and your noses are touching already. You were frozen, too afraid to breathe and move at all.

"You need more training darling." Hongjoong whispered, and you could feel his breath brushing your face. Then he got up, grabbing his towel to wipe away the sweat like nothing had happened. While you lay motionless on the ground, heart beating too fast, mind hazy. You could still feel his touch lingering on your skin.

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Seojun was not a man who ignored details. In his line of work, overlooking the smallest inconsistency often meant a bullet between the eyes. It was why your recent behavior bothered him more than he cared to admit.

A week ago, you had looked like a trapped animal whenever he was around, tense shoulders, sharp tongue, eyes filled with nothing but resentment. Yet lately, something had changed.

You were still rude. Still stubborn. Still looked at him as if you wanted to shove him off a cliff.

But there was something different beneath it all.

Hope.

It was subtle enough that nobody else would notice. A slight ease in your posture. The way your gaze no longer seemed permanently exhausted. The way you occasionally disappeared into your own thoughts and returned with the faintest hint of satisfaction hidden behind your expression.

Seojun noticed. And Seojun hated things he couldn't explain. The first report landed on his desk three days later.

"Miss Ahn has been leaving her penthouse more frequently." Seojun skimmed the paper without much interest.

"So?"The man standing before him shifted nervously.

"She visits the western district several times a week." That made Seojun pause. The western district.

Hala territory.

His fingers stopped tapping against the desk. "Continue."

"We followed her as far as we could, sir, but she kept disappearing. We couldn't determine who she was meeting." Silence settled across the office. The man lowered his head, awaiting punishment for the incomplete report.

Instead, Seojun leaned back in his chair.

Interesting. Very interesting.

The following week, more reports arrived. You were spending less time at your penthouse. Your schedule had become unpredictable. You often turned off your phone for hours at a time. And every trail somehow led back toward territory controlled by Hala.

Coincidences existed. Seojun simply didn't believe in them. That evening, he watched you from across the dinner table. You sat comfortably in your chair, scrolling through your phone while pretending not to acknowledge his presence.

For a brief moment, the corner of your lips twitched upward.

A smile. Small. Gone within seconds. But he saw it.

His gaze darkened.

"Something amusing?" Your head immediately snapped up.

"What?" You questioned.

"You seem happier lately." He stated.

Your smile vanished. A flicker of alarm crossed your face before you recovered. "No idea what you're talking about."

Seojun hummed thoughtfully. Maybe you truly believed you were hiding it well. Maybe you thought he wasn't paying attention. The realization almost made him laugh.

You had spent so many years around criminals that you should have known better.

Everyone lied. Everyone betrayed. Everyone hid secrets. And Seojun had built his entire life around finding them.

As you returned your attention to your phone, unaware of the eyes studying your every movement, he silently made a decision.

Double the surveillance. Track every route. Monitor every contact. Because one thing was becoming painfully clear. You were hiding something.

And Seojun intended to find out exactly what it was.

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As the wedding day approached, everything seemed to be falling perfectly into place, almost too perfectly. The morning of the ceremony, Hongjoong received an urgent report from Yeosang.

Something felt off. There were more guards than expected, unfamiliar faces lingering around the venue, and security routes that had been changed without explanation. Trusting his instincts, Hongjoong stepped away to investigate, leaving the others to proceed as planned.

What was supposed to be a quick check turned into a chilling realization, Seojun wasn't walking into their trap. He had already discovered it. By the time Hongjoong rushed back toward the ceremony, his heart pounding with dread, it was already too late.

On the other hand, Mingi notices another sniper aiming at him. If he shoots first, He dies. The mission collapses.

He hesitates for one second. And that's all Seojun needs.

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You were walking down the aisle, your mind drifting somewhere in your own world, when you suddenly heard a gunshot. You look at Seojun, who is standing in front of you, he is holding a gun, pointing it at you. That's when you feel it, something warm oozing from your abdomen, your white dress is stained with red. Seojun had shot you.

The air in your lungs emptied suddenly, and the striking pain from your abdomen made it worse. You fell down, clutching your abdomen, trying to grasp oxygen to your lungs, and you can see black dots in your eyes. You're slowly fading away.

"Did you really think I wouldn't notice?" Seojun said. He has kneeled down to talk to you, tracing your face with his fingers. Silently mocking you with his smug and cocky face.

That's when you realize, he knew all this time. Of course, he knew, how could you be so stupid? Why did you underestimate him?

Your mind was scrambled, you thought about Hongjoong, where is he? Has Mingi been caught? Why didn't he snipe Seojun?. Did your mother see you get shot? Is she safe? You question everything, you didn't even care about that prick kneeling over you, saying bullshit, you don't even care.

Your ears are ringing, the sound of your surrounding slowing fading away, replaced by the intense ringing. And all you can see is Seojun's face, mumbling words you can't make out anymore. At this point, you've given up, thinking this is probably your shitty fate, dying in the hands of the most notorious prick ever lived.

That's when you saw a ginger haired angel, standing behind Satan himself. Hongjoong swifly slits his throat, finishing him thoroughly. It is the end for Seojun, and perhaps, for you too. Your consciousness is fading away.

You feel Hongjoong lift you up, holding you like you might break if he moves erratically. You can see the tears and panic in his eyes, his mouth moving like he's trying to say something to you as he runs as fast and gently as he can.

Then you hear him, faintly. His voice sounded sad, broken.

"Stay with me Y/N, please. keep your eyes open for me, darling. I've got you." He pleaded.

He took you in a car, and everyone is there. You can see Mingi's hair on the driver's seat. He's driving us somewhere. Then you feel Jongho's warm hand on your stomach, putting some pressure on it, probably to stop the bleeding. It hurts like hell, but you're too tired to even react. It feels like you're losing the ability to move your body.

Then, the dark finally consumes you. You couldn't hear Hongjoong's voice, no more pain in your abdomen. Nothing.

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The first thing you heard was the steady beeping beside your bed. Then came the ache.

A dull, burning pain spread across your abdomen, making you wince before your eyes had even opened. Your body felt heavy, like someone had poured concrete into your veins.

You slowly blinked against the bright hospital lights. The room was quiet. Too quiet.

Your gaze wandered around until it landed on a figure slumped beside your bed.

Hongjoong.

His head rested on folded arms near your hand, his ginger hair messier than you had ever seen it. Dark circles sat beneath his eyes. His suit jacket had long been discarded, his shirt wrinkled and sleeves rolled up carelessly.

For a moment, you simply stared. The mighty captain of Hala looked exhausted. Broken, almost.

You shifted slightly. The movement was enough. Hongjoong's head immediately shot up. For a second, he simply stared at you like he wasn't sure if you were real.

Then his chair screeched against the floor.

"Doctor!" he shouted, standing so quickly he nearly knocked it over. "Get the doctor-"

"Joong." Your voice came out weak, raspy. But it stopped him instantly.

His entire body froze. Slowly, he turned back around. The look in his eyes made your chest tighten.

Relief. Disbelief. Fear. All mixed together.

"You're awake," he whispered.

You offered a small smile. "That's usually how surviving works."

The joke was terrible. Yet Hongjoong let out something between a laugh and a sob. He sat back down immediately, reaching for your hand as if afraid you would disappear again.

His grip was warm. Tight and desperate.

You frowned. "How long?"

"Four days."

Your eyes widened. "Four-"

"You weren't waking up." His voice cracked. The words hit harder than they should have.

You stared at him. Really stared. The man before you looked like he hadn't slept properly in days. His eyes were bloodshot. His hair was a mess. Even his hands trembled. Hongjoong was trembling.

"I thought..." He swallowed hard. "I thought I lost you."

Silence settled between you. Heavy. Painful. You squeezed his hand. His jaw tightened immediately.

"I should've known," he continued quietly. "The extra guards. The changes in security. The missing routes. The signs were there."

"Joong-"

"I was arrogant."

His eyes finally met yours. For the first time since meeting him, he looked completely vulnerable.

"I thought I was smarter than him." The confession sounded bitter. Like poison.

"I brought you into this."

"You didn't force me."

"I should've protected you."

"You did."

His head shook immediately. "No." His voice cracked again.

"I promised you."

The room fell silent. Hongjoong lowered his head, staring at your joined hands.

"I heard your heartbeat stop." The words barely rose above a whisper. Yet they shattered something inside you.

"I heard the machine go flat for three seconds." His fingers tightened around yours.

"I've been shot before." A bitter laugh escaped him. "I've been stabbed." Another. "I've had guns pointed at my head more times than I can count." He finally looked up.

"But those three seconds were the most terrified I've ever been in my entire life."

Your breath caught. Because he wasn't speaking like a captain. Or a leader. Or a man seeking revenge. He was speaking like someone in love.

You reached up slowly. The movement hurt, but it was worth it. Your fingers brushed through his hair.

Immediately, his eyes closed, leaning into your touch. Seeking comfort.

"I'm here." His shoulders trembled. "I'm here, Joong." A tear escaped before he could stop it. Then another.

You had never seen him cry. Never. Not once. Yet now, with your hand in his hair and your thumb brushing his cheek, he looked utterly defenseless.

"I love you." The confession slipped out before he could stop it. Raw. Honest. Terrified. As if he had spent four days holding those words hostage.

Your heart squeezed painfully. You smiled softly. "I know."

Hongjoong huffed out a laugh. "That wasn't the response I was hoping for."

You rolled your eyes. Even that small movement hurt. Then you tugged weakly on his sleeve. He leaned closer immediately. Closer, until your foreheads touched.

"I love you too, idiot."

For the first time in days, Hongjoong smiled. A real smile. Not the captain's smile. Not the manipulator's smile. Just Hongjoong.

And as he pressed a gentle kiss against your forehead, you realized something. For the first time in your life, you weren't fighting alone anymore.

The moment Hongjoong finally calmed down, the room felt strangely still—like the world outside had stopped existing entirely. The only sound left was the steady beeping of the monitor and his quiet breathing as he refused to let go of your hand.

Then, the door slammed open.

“Y/N!” Wooyoung was the first to burst in, loud enough to make the nurse outside immediately shush him. He froze halfway into the room when he saw you awake, eyes widening before his face twisted into relief.

“OH MY GOD, she’s alive.” Behind him, Mingi shoved his way in. “Move, you idiot.” He stopped mid-sentence, staring at you like he couldn’t process it properly. Then his shoulders dropped, and he let out a breath that sounded too shaky for someone who usually never stopped talking.

San followed next, quieter than usual, but his eyes immediately locked onto you like he was confirming you were really there. His jaw tightened, and he looked away almost instantly as if he hated the fact that he had been worried.

“Don’t do that again,” he muttered, voice rough.

Yeosang stepped in after him, silent as ever. He didn’t speak at first, just stood by the doorway, watching you carefully. Then, after a long pause, he gave a small nod.

“Good,” he said simply. One word. But it carried more relief than anything else.

Jongho came last, pushing past the others with a medical bag already in hand out of habit. He scanned you quickly, eyes sharp and focused, before letting out a small exhale.

“Vitals are stable,” he confirmed, as if he hadn’t been worried at all. But the way his fingers tightened around his strap gave him away.

Seonghwa appeared behind them, composed as always, but his expression softened the moment he saw you awake. He didn’t rush in like the others. Instead, he stepped closer slowly, like he needed to make sure the sight was real.

“You caused quite a mess,” he said gently. But his voice wasn’t annoyed, it was relieved.

For a moment, the room was chaos. Wooyoung talking too loudly, Mingi pacing, San pretending he wasn’t shaken, Jongho checking monitors unnecessarily, Yeosang watching quietly, Seonghwa trying to restore order.

And Hongjoong, he still hadn’t let go of your hand. You looked around at all of them. At the noise. At the concern. At the way none of them had actually left your side. And something in your chest shifted.

Because this wasn’t just protection. It wasn’t just a mission anymore. This was family. Messy, loud, dangerous.

But real.

Wooyoung suddenly pointed at you. “I swear, if you scare us like that again, I’m personally-”

“Shut up,” San snapped immediately.

“Make me!”

“Both of you, quiet,” Seonghwa sighed.

You let out a weak laugh before you could stop yourself. The room went silent. All eyes turned to you. Even Hongjoong froze slightly, glancing at you like he was memorizing the sound.

And for the first time, You didn’t feel like you were surrounded by criminals.

It's a shame you had to interrupt dinner, but Hongjoong loves to watch you struggle. Always using that sweet, condescending tone to egg you on as you try to keep your pace, watching as your thighs tremble as you bounce on his cock, begging him to take control.

"You can take it, honey, come on...." he had the most shit-eating grin on his face, hands on the arm rests of the couch. His pants were haphazardly pushed down, still pooling at his feet, his suit jacket still on, his shirt now unbuttoned half way down his chest. Your dress was bunched up to your hips, the black fabric doing absolutely nothing to hide the obscene, wet slapping of skin as you tried to ride him. Your legs felt like they were going to give out, and you braced your hands on his shoulders, nails digging into his skin through his shirt.

"Hongjoong, please, I can't.." you whined out, your eyes glassy with lust and unshed tears. He tsk-ed, shaking his head as his hands came to rub up and down your torso.

“You’ve been staring at me all night and you don’t have the energy to fuck me, huh?” As mean as he was being, the way you were looking up at him made that teasing facade crack. "Fine then...so fucking needy" finally, he grabbed on to your hips and flipped you on to your back. He set the pace now, hard and deep, and you felt like you were going to pass out from how good it felt. The tears in your waterline finally fell, leaving your skin flushed and sticky with tear tracks.

"Joongie! Fuck! Yes, right there!" You barely managed to get the words out, too caught up in the feeling of his tip pushing up against your g-spot. His thrusts never faltered, working you both up to the edge. You reach down to swipe at your aching clit, but he swats your hand away, replacing it with his own.

"Come on baby- Fuck, cum with me!" His voice had been reduced to a sweet whimper, moaning in your ear and sending shivers down your spine. With a few more thrusts, you came around him, your pussy contracting and clamping down on his cock. The sensation triggered his own orgasm, his warm cum spilling into you.

As you both came down from your high, he helped you sit up and get your panties back on. He quickly rebuttoned his shirt and pulled his pants on, then stood up and held out a hand for you.

"Let's go honey, I'd hate to keep your parents waiting."

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