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“Angels Don’t Kiss Like That”

He’s all fists and fury. She’s soft voices and sweeter smiles. So why does he feel like he’s burning alive every time she says his name?

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No one understood it.

Y/N was the girl who brought snacks for kids who forgot lunch, who stayed after school to erase whiteboards for the teachers, who smiled like forgiveness was easy. She was soft. Sweet. Pure in a way people didn’t even think existed anymore.

And Seong-je?

He was the kind of guy who walked down the hallway and made it empty. Teachers looked the other way when he passed, fists still red from whatever idiot tried to challenge him that week. He didn’t speak unless it was a threat. He didn’t touch unless it was a punch. And yet—

She was always near him.

It started small. She gave him a bandage once. Just one of those cutesy ones with a bear on it, pressed to his cheek with a shy little, “You’re bleeding.” He’d stared at her like she was stupid.

He didn’t wear the bandage.

But he kept it. Pocketed it in silence and thought about the way her fingers had brushed his jaw all fucking night.

She was a problem.

And she got worse.

Because she smiled at everyone. Even guys who got too close. Even the guy who slung his arm around her shoulders at lunch—Seong-je watched the whole thing from across the field, jaw clenched so hard it cracked.

She laughed at something the guy said. Touched his arm.

Seong-je knocked out two of his teeth behind the gym later that day.

“Je,” she said gently afterward, when she found him wiping his knuckles on his jeans. “You didn’t have to do that.”

He didn’t answer.

Her eyes searched his, confused. “He’s my friend.”

“That’s why I hit him,” Seong-je muttered, not even looking at her.

He didn’t tell her that when he saw her smiling at someone else, it made his chest go tight and black with something so ugly it scared even him.

She should’ve walked away. She should’ve been afraid.

But the next day, she brought him a rice ball and asked if his hand still hurt.

That was the moment he knew he was fucked.

It was her room. It was her who tugged him inside after school. Her who locked the door, standing between him and the world, soft and warm and shaking.

“I—I want to kiss you,” she whispered.

He stared.

“You shouldn’t.”

“But I want to,” she said again, eyes wide, honest. “You always look like you’re hurting.”

“Y/N,” he growled, voice low, warning. “Don’t. You don’t know what you’re asking.”

She stepped closer.

And closer.

Until her hands slid up under his hoodie, gentle against his waist.

“You scare everyone,” she said, looking up at him. “But not me.”

He grabbed her wrist, but his grip wasn’t tight. Just trembling.

“You’re not ready for me.”

“Then take it slow,” she whispered. “I want all of you anyway.”

He cracked.

His mouth crashed into hers like violence—no rhythm, no warning, just desperation and heat. Her lips opened for him like she was meant to, like she’d been waiting for this, and her hands slid up to tangle in his hair, soft sighs muffled between kisses.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “You’re so—so fucking sweet, and I’m gonna ruin you.”

She kissed him again. “Then ruin me.”

He cursed, dragging her down to the bed with him like gravity, and suddenly it was all heat and breathless laughter and her thighs parting for him so easily.

“Lift your shirt,” he muttered, and she did, cheeks flushing as he stared at her like he’d never seen skin before. “God…”

Her bra was lace. White. Angelic.

He buried his face in her chest and moaned.

“You wear this for me?” he asked, teeth grazing the fabric.

She nodded, shaky. “Thought maybe you’d look.”

“Baby,” he groaned, pulling the cup down with his mouth. “I always fuckin’ look.”

She gasped when he sucked her nipple into his mouth, hand gripping his hair as his tongue swirled, slow and possessive. His fingers trailed down her sides, kneading, memorizing, worshipping.

“Gonna be honest,” he murmured, voice gravelly against her skin. “I’ve thought about this so many times. You. Under me. Moaning my name.”

“I’ve thought about you too,” she admitted, face pink. “Even though I shouldn’t.”

That broke something in him.

“You shouldn’t want me,” he said, kissing down her belly. “But you do. Huh, sweetheart?”

She nodded, eyes wide and dazed.

He peeled off her skirt.

Then her panties.

Then groaned.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “You’re wet already? All this for me?”

“I’ve never…” she blushed harder. “But I want you.”

He kissed her inner thigh, almost reverent. “I’ll be gentle.”

But he wasn’t.

He tried—he really did. But the second he slid two fingers into her tight, needy heat and she whimpered his name like a plea, he snapped. He had to taste her. Had to own her.

His mouth was filthy. Tongue slow, greedy, like he wanted to memorize every noise she made.

She came once on his mouth, sobbing his name, thighs squeezing around his head. He didn’t stop. Not until she begged. Not until her legs were shaking and he was throbbing in his jeans.

He kissed her softly then. And when he finally slid inside her, slow and careful, she gasped like he was the first thing that ever made her feel real.

“You okay?” he asked, voice thick, barely holding on.

She nodded, nails in his back. “Please move. Please, Seong-je—”

And he did.

Not rough. Not yet.

But deep. Full. Like he didn’t want to be anywhere but inside her.

“Fuck,” he hissed. “You’re perfect. Tightest fucking pussy I’ve ever felt.”

Her moan broke in the middle.

He kissed her. Over and over. Her forehead, her lips, her throat.

“Say it’s mine,” he whispered. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” she whispered back. “I was always yours.”

And that’s when he lost it.

He fucked her so deep she gasped every time he bottomed out. So slow it was cruel. So dirty for someone so sweet, her voice a broken whimper beneath him, moaning his name like a prayer.

He came inside her, gritting his teeth, eyes never leaving hers.

And when he pulled her into his chest, still buried inside her, still shaking—he whispered it like a secret:

“You’re mine now. No one else gets to touch you.”

She nodded. Sleepy. Wrecked.

“You’re not scary,” she mumbled, curling into him.

He laughed quietly. “You’re the only one who gets to say that.”

Aftercare? Immaculate. He made her tea. She made him blush. He still punched someone the next day for asking why she was walking funny.

But he didn’t care.

Because she kissed his cheek and smiled at him in the hallway like he hung the stars.

And for once, Seong-je didn’t feel like a monster.

characters: gotak, seongje, baku, baekjin

synopsis: the exact moment they realize they’re falling in love with you. no warnings!

a/n: i had way too much fun doing baku’s part. part 2!

GOTAK:

cooking class was always a hassle that drove you mad. you were always partnered with incompetent idiots who couldn’t even measure properly so when you got grouped with hyuntak, you were extremely happy. you knew he was a dependable partner because you saw how well he did in previous cooking classes and well— you had a little crush on him. he was a gentleman and kind, always making sure everyone was okay around him while being funny and friendly. you were relieved that you had him today.

gotak felt shy, he wasn’t as casual and friendly with you because he was intimidated by your presence. you were witty and polite with a edge that made him all the more curious. you smelled good and you were beautiful too. he couldn’t help but swing towards you like a cartoon character with heart eyes in his eyes. he watched as you tied the apron around your waist, caught off guard when you handed an apron to him. he took it gently from your hands with a smile.

today’s recipe was pizza, which was simple and something you both liked. you had agreed to making the dough and he agreed to making the sauce, dividing the task equally because you’d both cut the toppings together.

everything was going smoothly, perfect even, until you got to the part where you were kneading the dough with your hands. this very day, you forgot to bring a hair tie so you were working with your hair down the whole time. pieces of your hair kept getting in your face and it got in the way of your work. you uncomfortably shook around, adjusting your shoulder every few seconds but to no avail. you had to tire your hair but your hands were sticky and deep in dough.

furiously, you tsked and tutted to yourself in annoyance earning gotak’s attention.

“you okay? you’ve been grumbling to yourself for the last ten minutes.” he said, stopping what he was doing to watch you out of innocent concern.

you suddenly felt flustered and embarrassed when gotak neared you, his eyes searching yours.

“could you…do me a favor, tak?” you asked, voice embarrassed.

“of course, what’s up?” he said, putting down the wooden spoon he was using to stir the sauce on the pan.

“c-could you just hold my hair in your hands for a few minutes while i knead the dough? it’ll be short i swear. it just keeps getting in my way.” you spoke fast, not meeting his eyes.

gotak swallowed, feeling his heart flutter and his stomach churn with excitement and warmth from the opportunity of being so close to you. to touching you. he waited for you to finally look into his eyes saying a silent “please.”

“y-yeah, i’ll just uhm—“ he came up behind you to gently gather your stray hairs in his hands, “is this okay?”

goosebumps trailed up your skin from his gentle touch as he gathered the remaining hair from the side of your face, you nodded hesitantly “mhm, this is okay…thanks.”

“just let me know when you want me to let go.” he said but you didn’t want him to let go so you took your time kneading the dough.

gotak didn’t complain nor sigh. he stood patiently behind you, holding your hair as if you were a fragile little doll, making sure not to hurt you. he watched enthralled as you worked the heel of your hands with the stretchy dough. amazed by you skills, he hadn’t realized how happy and dreamy he was feeling at the moment— it all felt so domestic and calming. gotak started to picture you in his dream home, whisking batter as he came up behind you and kissed the back of your head and a wedding ring on your finger and a baby in your—

“gotak?” you broke him out of his trance with a questioning yet pleased look in your face, “the dough’s ready. you can let go now.”

he thought he did a good job at masking the obvious disappointment in his face but he let go of your hair, taking a step back. gotak was hopelessly in love and he just realized. just because he held your hair for a few minutes while you kneaded dough. he was pathetically in love with you.

“gotak!” you called out for him again, “let’s top the pizza!”

the pizza ended up being heart shaped.

SEONGJE:

seongje got bored easily. but not with the things he loved. he never got bored. he was loyal to a fault. he’d never say it with words or speak of it but it was always obvious with his actions. like now, when he agreed to go see the fireworks with you. he could be doing anything right now— anything.

yet, he was here with you.

“i can’t believe you actually agreed to come with me.” you laughed, ducking below a tree that bent unnaturally low “i thought you’d go to a PC cafe, leaving me out in the wild or something.”

“i may be an asshole but what i’m not is not a gentleman.” he shrugged, puffing out smoke into the air “anyway, why are we actually out in the wild?l

you insisted you knew the perfect spot to watch the fireworks, dragging the tall man along with you through a tunnel that lead to a grassy field in the middle of nowhere. this was the type of place where people got murdered but seongje followed anyway. it was all good as long as it was with you. he didn’t know why. but he knew if it’s with you, he’d go anywhere. maybe for the fun of it? it was a never a dull moment with you for sure. you were amusing, after all.

“we’re almost there…” you panted, running out of breath as you both walked through tall weeds nearing a railing facing even more emptiness. the sky looked the clearest in that angle though.

the railing was short enough for you to be able to climb over and sit on it but today, you wore a rather unfit outfit that made it impossible for you to climb up. seongje stood behind you as you struggled. without giving it another second, seongje stuck the half-smoked cigarette between his lips to empty his hands. swiftly, he grabbed you bridal-style, lifting you up over the railing.

“seongje— you can’t lift me— i’m heavy!” you gasped protesting as he lifted you high enough until you were over the railing, sitting you down on the rounder edge.

“too late.” he grunted, easily hopping over it himself to sit a little too close to you.

he took the cigarette out from between his lips to breathe out smoke to your face with a grin plastered across his face. you waved him away with a light cough, not looking away from his searching gaze. your stomach fluttered with a foreign shyness from his eyes that flickered to your lips every now and then.

“don’t look at me. the fireworks gonna start soon, look there.” you pointed to the endless sky ahead.

the blasts of colour bloomed loudly up in the sky lighting up the dark field. you turned away from him in excitement, watching the vibrant light of the fireworks consume the entire night sky. seongje didn’t even acknowledge the fireworks, his eyes stayed on you— glued on you.

he watched intently. warmth and an unnatural desire to hold you possessed him and he moved closer to you. relishing in the warmth radiating off of your body. you didn’t move away. there was nothing he could do. he felt helpless and held hostage by you— your excited eyes lighting up with the sky. he was falling. fireworks exploded in his chest with feelings he never knew of as he watched only you.

after this night, he’d willingly go watch many more fireworks with you if it meant seeing your eyes light up with that beautiful excitement over and over until he got bored. lf he ever did, that is.

god, i need a smoke he thought to himself while having his gazed fixed on you. his heart drumming in his chest.

boy, was he in trouble.

BAKU:

baku and you had been told to grab extra wood for the campfire by teachers after arriving at the camping ground you were to stay for the next two days for the annual school camping trip. the foresty campground was swallowed by trees and surrounded by creeks that echoed the sound of water. this place was rumored to be haunted— well, that was what you heard from the people a year ahead of you before your trip here a week ago and the stories stuck to you. apparently, a lady ghost haunted the woods, singing a melancholic tune that lured you deeper into the forest. you didn’t believe any of the tales. instead of being scared, you were rather entertained and kept it in mind.

baku on the other hand was easy to fool and there was nothing you loved more than to play around with the innocent.

the sun had already set when you both set out to walk a mile to where all the firewood was stacked. the path towards the area was narrow and surrounded by towering trees that waved along with the low summer wind. the only sound you could hear was the hooting of howls, the call of animals, and the crunching of gravel under your feet. a twig snapped and baku got in a defensive position, paranoid out of his mind. the poor boy next to you played tough and protective when the teacher first told you to go but you were the one who was tough.

sweat formed in humin’s forehead as he gulped. hard. he peered back at every little sound.

“humin, have you heard of the lady that sings?” you started, holding the flashlight ahead of you, rather relaxed.

“w-who’s that?” he asked, walking closer to you, your shoulder brushing the side of his arms since he was a bit taller.

“come closer,” you waved for him to lower himself closer to hear, “there’s a lady that haunts this forest at night…she sings a melancholic song to lure you in and then she…”

he gulped, brows furrowed in anxiety, “then she what?”

“then she…” you contort your face into the scariest thing ever, widening your eyes like a maniac and bearing your teeth like fangs, “CHOMPS YOUR HEAD OFF!”

baku screamed high pitched like a child, toppling a step backwards, eyes wide in horror at your face. you threw your head back in uncontrollable laughter at how easily he got scared. he placed a hand on his chest to gather himself.

“what is wrong with you?!” he complained, “that was not funny, yknow!”

“that was so funny!” you laughed harder, smacking him on the arm, “you should’ve seen your face, holy shit, i have to tell gotak about this!”

“oh hell no you aren’t,” he argued, flaring his nostrils.

“oh hell yes.” you teased, picking up your pace “i’m telling the entire class!”

you started running ahead of him.

“hey, you! get back here!!! don’t leave me here alone!!” baku cried, chasing after you.

“catch me if you can!” you giggled, running a little slower for him to catch up.

it was too dark for baku to see without the flashlight that you were running ahead with but he was an arms length away from you. he was so close— so close but a rock got in his way and he tripped— on top of you. you both fell in surprise, rolling onto the ground with pained yelps and groans. baku landed right on top of you, straddled on your hips. your breath caught in your throat when his face came centimeters close to yours. his breath fanned your cheeks.

you both stared up at each other in shock and in flustered silence. up close baku looked so handsome, staring protectively down at you. his worry for you made him all the more attractive. and to him, you looked just as good, laying below him in concern and amusement all at once.

baku swallowed, eyes trailing down your features to your lips and he stopped there for a long moment before wetting his lips with his tongue as if to contemplate. the moment of stillness and silenced lasted for what felt like eternity of just staring into one another. the darkness of the forest consuming you into a comfortable isolation from the others. in that moment of heat, baku accepted to himself that his crush for you just turned to something more. something deeper and forever. he fell for you. quite literally.

“a-are you okay?” he asked, pulling himself up. it was agonizing; he really didn’t want to get up because it felt so nice being close to you. you too, missed the closeness once he was fully off.

“i-im okay…are you?” you asked taking his hand he held out for you to hoist you up to your feet.

“i am…uhm…” he muttered, holding onto your hand for a second longer, “is it okay…if we uhm—“

“hold hands?” you asked, tightening your grip on his hand.

“y-yeah.” he scratched his head shyly, blushing red. although you couldn’t see it.

“yes, please.” you smiled.

you both happily began to walk down the trail, swaying your hands together when a beautiful woman voice caught your attention stopping you in your tracks. you turned to baku who was already in fight mode.

“baku…what was that?” you asked as the beautiful and melancholic singing got closer.

“y/n, run!”

you never got the firewood. but you did get a boyfriend. and a few laughs from your classmates who didn’t believe the either of you whom heard the woman singing.

NA BAEKJIN:

baekjin rarely smiled. his cold exterior stayed firm even in situations that made him feel like he was thrown into the scorching fires of hell. baekjin never wavered, he never melted, never let himself succumb to the warmth. he wouldn’t let himself indulge in that, especially nothing of joy, not with the life he chose in order to survive.

for him, everything went his way one way or another; he either ravaged and destroyed the very thing that got in his way or he found a way out through using others. nothing about what he did was righteous. he knew that better than everyone else, which was why he stayed lurking in the shadows. never letting the light in. afraid he’d lose the grip he had on himself.

when he met you, however, you were the very thing that got in his way. he couldn’t ravage nor destroy you. instead, he was backed into what he thought was hell because of its sickeningly sweet heat. with you, his obstacle, he couldn’t shoot ice shards from his gaze. with you, he couldn’t stay firm.

you drove him to the brink of embracing warmth— the thing he was most repelled from.

a wide-eyed look at him with a smile and he’s as good as dead. he was dead. you struck him dead with your murderous warmth.

why? why were you so good to him? he never knew. and he’d leave that question unanswered because of his own selfishness and greed. maybe he’d indulge. maybe he’d keep this one thing for himself. that one thing being you.

just a classmate he tutored— yet somehow the only thing he’d get all hot and bothered for.

you let out a frustrated groan, smacking the math workbook down on the library table “i really don’t get this, can’t we just take a five-minute break, my brains all fogged up?”

“it hasn’t even been two minutes…” he sighed, rubbing his temples in utter disbelief as to how one could have such a short attention span.

“two minutes too long,” you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest.

the library was empty since it was a sunday evening and also the only day of the week baekjin had time to tutor you for longer hours. you sat on a table on the secluded side of the library by a large window that overlooked a park. baekjin noticed you staring out as the sun began to set— painting the sky orange.

“again.” he tapped his pen on the desk to get your attention “exams start next week. don’t embarrass me.”

“tch, what’s it to you, prick?” you tutted, turning to him annoyed.

“i have to save face. the teacher expects good results from me through you.” he answered nonchalantly. combing his fingers through his gelled hair.

“yeah, yeah,” you waved off, yawning, “as long as i pass, we’ll be fine.”

“you need atleast a 90.” he said firmly “and to stay out of trouble.”

he referenced to the last time you got in trouble for playing games on your phone under the table during biology class. you rolled your eyes at him for remembering that (he was your partner). baekjin flipped to another equation on the math workbook for you to try.

“too late for that, the homeroom teacher yelled at me today…” you frowned looking away from him, speaking in whispers.

“what?” he questioned, eyes more on you than on the work ahead of you.

“i got caught fooling off…” you paused to see baekjin’s annoyed expression before continuing “by a parent.”

“by a parent? how? where could you possibly have gone?” this was the most he had ever sound interested.

“well, yknow my favorite comic came out and i really, really wanted it so i went to the comic shop and the shop owner was one of our classmates dad…” you explained “he kicked me out of the store to go to class and snitched. i was so close to getting the new volume!”

baekjin pictured you clumsily stomping out of the store protesting like a kid so clearly in his mind a grin pinched the corners of his lips upwards. and when you smacked your forehead in frustration, looking all defeated like a sloth, he finally— finally let out a hearty laugh. a genuine laugh. it was the pure, devious joy of imagining a friend doing something utterly stupid.

you gaped, beyond shocked at seeing the stoic, stone-carved statue of a man smile so wide in front of you. the dimples on his cheeks so deep and almost adorable made your heart patter in adoration. he looked childlike, innocent, eyes full of wonder as he laughed at you. the apples of his cheeks rose up, narrowing his eyes like a yawning kitten. at that, you giggled in amusement. it felt like sighting a peacock in the snowy wilderness of antarctica.

“oh my—“ you poked your finger into his dimple, “you have dimples?!”

baekjin froze under your sudden touch, smile slowly fading.

“wait no! don’t stop smiling.” you cooed, moving your finger away, “you should smile more often.”

baekjin was out of words. there wasn’t a single response he could come up with to a compliment he had never received ever in his life. he looked at you dumbfounded as if you spoke a different language.

“whatever,” you turned away, “he even smacked me with the volume, i was gonna pay for, me!”

he smiled again, unable to control himself. you broke him, truly.

“there it is, that smile” you pointed at his face again, pleased with yourself for making the na baekjin laugh.

“we should really get this done, y/n.” he said, the smile loud on his voice as he tried to look away from you.

“okay, alright.” you finally began to turn your attention to the workbook, “but i’m serious, baekjin. you should smile more. you have a nice smile.”

SUM. they’re actually really soft boyfriends outside of the union

(WHC MLST) . includes: park humin, na baekjin, geum seongje, do seongmok, baek dongha · est. relationship, domestic fluff, sfw

PARK HUMIN

• buckling your seatbelt

"i can do it myself you know?" looking at your boyfriend, he was leaning over your seat, his hand on the buckle as he tried securing you in.

"i know." he said, glancing up at you with a gentle smile on his face before returning to the task at hand. "but you don't have to."

you sighed, rolling your eyes, however you were far from being annoyed. if anything, in some strange way — to be loved is to be considered and that is exactly what he was doing.

"i'm not a baby, baku." your words held a bit of amusement to them, your boyfriend finally making eye contact with you after he safely secured your seatbelt.

"well not exactly, no." he shook his head, looking off for a bit as his thoughts wandered. "but you're my baby." he looked back at you, nothing but admiration and love in his eyes. it had you almost feeling as if you were falling in love all over again.

"i love you." you muttered out, planting a kiss to his lips.

"i love you, too." he replied back before fastening his own seatbelt and reversing out of the driveway.

NA BAEKJIN

• looking out for you when you’re drunk

"y/n get down."

you looked at your boyfriend from your spot on the bar counter where you danced, mentally cursing at him for being able to handle his alcohol so well unlike you. you ignored his extended arm to assist you, instead singing along to the lyrics of the song that played as the rush of liquid courage got to your head.

"you're going to get hurt." he tried again, this time much more stern and insistent. "i'm not going to tell you again. get down."

"no." you said stubbornly, a pout forming on your face as you crossed your arms.

baekjin sighed, looking you dead in the eye for a few seconds before moving too fast for your drunken brain to process. in record time, you were swept off the bar counter and back on the floor. you attempted to swat him away after you were placed safely on the ground, however it was no use as his hand was quick to grab your wrist.

"y/n." he sent you a warning glare.

you grumbled, muttering a pathetic apology before a smile spread across your face at the change of song and you forgot all about what was happening. "this is my jam!" you yelled out, running to the dance floor as baekjin was too late to grab ahold of you before you could wander off.

you were going to be the death of him.

GEUM SEONGJE

• tying your shoes for you

"what are you doing?" you looked back at your boyfriend as you took notice of how he stopped in his tracks.

"c'mere." he said, grabbing at your waist to guide you to a nearby bench.

you two were taking a midnight stroll through the park, you deciding it would be nice to spend some quality time together and finally pull him away from his video games. everything was going smoothly as you two walked quietly next to each other, until he managed to take notice of something that you apparently hadn't yet.

seongje kneeled down, bending his knee out and tapping at it. "give me your foot."

"what?" you asked, still oblivious.

"your shoe, y/n. it's untied."

looking down at your feet, you finally noticed that the laces of your sneakers had managed to come undone. "oh." you said before you placed your foot on his extended leg.

seongje began to tie the two strings together for you as you watched him with amusement. you let out a snort as you replayed the scene of his seriousness back in your head.

"what?" he asked, taking his eyes off the bow he was tying to look at you in question.

"nothing." you responded, but gave in quickly as the thought became too amusing for you to keep to yourself. "i just thought it was funny how you're concerned about my shoe laces coming undone. usually you’d let me trip and laugh about it.”

seongje smiled through his glasses as he finally finished off tying the laces, gently placing your leg back on the ground. "i’ve decided to give you a break." he said, grabbing at your hands and pulling you up to kiss the side of your face. "plus, you’ll always do something else clumsily to make me laugh at you."

you pouted up at him with eyes loss of pride to which he just couldn't resist the urge to kiss your lips as soon as it was in his line of vision.

"right."

DO SEONGMOK

• making you use your words

you were exhausted. it had overall been a terrible day from start to finish and as you got home and were finally able to get out of your uncomfortable work clothes, the weight off the world came crashing down on you.

the smell of the delicious dinner your boyfriend was cooking lingered in the air as you trudged your way down the hall and into the kitchen. you stood behind him, watching as he chopped away at the vegetables and occasionally stopped to stir the food on the stove. when he turned around to grab something, you nearly gave him a heart attack as his hand flew to his chest due to shock.

"y/n, what the hell."

you stared up at his tall figure from under the blanket you threw over your body as an attempt of comfort. "hi." you said, your voice small.

seongmok was rather quick to take attention to this, setting the spoon down on the counter and raising an eyebrow at you. "what's the matter, babe?"

you shrugged, looking down and avoiding eye contact with him.

"do you need something?" he asked again, lowering his head as he attempted to get your eyes back on him.

once again, you shrugged. although you did in fact need something after the terrible day you just had, you've always had a problem with voicing what you wanted and seongmok knew this better than anyone — in fact, he knew exactly what you needed. he just wanted to hear you say it.

"you gotta use your words, babe. i can't read your mind." his voice was soft as he gently tried to coax a verbal answer out of you.

taking in a deep breath, you finally lifted your head to peer up at him. "a hug." you said so softly, he almost didn't hear you — but he knew.

his arms were quick to wrap around you as soon as the words left your mouth and you buried your head in his chest as you hid away from the rest of the world in them.

BAEK DONGHA

• feeding you when you’re “too busy to eat”

"open."

your lips parted at his words, eyes not moving from your laptop once as he shoveled a spoonful of food into your mouth. after much argument about how you needed to get your paper done and didn't have time to eat — dongha planted himself right next to you on the couch, deciding he would take it upon himself if you ”didn't have the time."

as soon as you began to chew, your stomach betrayed you as it let out a loud grumble.

"i thought you said you weren't hungry." dongha asked, his eyes narrowing in at the side of your face.

you could feel him glaring at you, but you still refused to take your eyes off the keyboard. you meekly shrugged, not wanting to get scolded. "i lied."

synopsis — he’s always been collarless, all sharp teeth and no leash—until he joined the union, and you swore you’d never crawl back to that kind of life. but even strays remember home.

pairing — geum seongje x ex!reader

genre — exes to enemies to an even worse, third thing, angst, action, just exes with unresolved tension, hurt/comfort

cw — violence, blood, smoking, tons of swearing, toxic relationship dynamics, emotional manipulation, implied sexual tension, they beat each other up and then make out lol 50% fighting 50% longing (sorry to action haters, just scroll down to the divider for romance lol)

wc — ~2.6k

part of the “i can fix him!” trilogy

notes: badly wanted to write a fic where the reader isn’t a horribly treated s.a. victim with the depth of a kiddie pool and can actually fight back/toe-to-toe against seongje.

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the first time you punch seongje since you've last seen him, he laughs.

he’s leaning against the rusted frame of the garage door, a fresh bruise blooming on his lip, thanks to you, of course. one hand tucked into the pocket of his tracksuit, the other loosely draped over his ribs, his posture is loose but predatory, like a stray dog that’s been used to surviving on its own. his eyes flicker with a dangerous amusement, cold and hungry. “this your idea of a reunion, y/n?” he jeers.

you don’t bother answering—you slam your fist into his jaw, the impact sending a sharp crack through the air, like you’ve hit something wild and untamed.

“fuck off, seongje,” you spit. “the union doesn’t get to sniff around here without a warning. you think just ‘cause you’re one of baekjin’s dogs now, you get a free pass?”

he licks the blood off his bottom lip like he’s savoring it. “wasn’t trying to start a war.”

“then you shouldn’t have stepped foot in my area.”

“didn’t know you were this territorial, babe.” he chuckles dryly, as you ready your stance for another punch, already stretching your neck.

“you always this cocky for a mutt on a leash?”

warnings: swearing, violence, seongje falling for rage bait, bleeding, slightly suggestive, heavy making out

wc: 5.3k

a/n: grrr I’m back from a long hiatus. did u miss me? prologue

Were you friends? Enemies? More? There wasn’t a label for what you were to Seongje and what he was to you but whatever it was— it kept you near each other. At first you felt repelled by him and the smell of cigarettes lingering around him when he was near but as time passed and more bruises blossomed on your knuckles and face, you came the find a familiarity that wasn’t necessarily pleasant nor unpleasant. Once, it used to be foreign being in the presence of the teeth bearing wolf— Geum Seongje— but at some point, in the midst of all the punches and kicks and profanity, you came to find a normality in your sort of “companionship” with him.

Still, he wasn’t your friend. He wasn’t your enemy either. No, not that.

Not when he subtly keeps you away from the union. He never uses his words. You weren’t stupid, you could see it in the way he moved— even the slight shift in his eyes; you noticed it all.

“We done here, princess?” Seongje grunts, standing upwards casually with his tongue poking out the side of his cheek as he throws the cigarette bud that was once between his lips onto the ground next to where one of the guys from Ilsan Technical High lied, stiff and bruised up from getting his ass handed to him by Seongje.

“I really dislike when you call me that.” You retorted walking past him out of the tunnel. His nickname for you wasn’t anything of affection— it was rather condescending but you somehow always let him get away with it because it was one of the few things between the two of you that had a name. A sort of inside joke. Something you felt like you owned and something that you felt was his way of acknowledging you as someone…something to him.

“Works done. These fuckers are weaker than I thought. They were acting like some bigshots when they called me over here.” He chuckled, walking behind you.

“If they called you over here, then why’m I here?’ You really joked. Seongje always called you up when he was near your area, not because you were friends, not because you had some sort of business together, but because he found it fun seeing you fight. He said so himself one time when you asked him why he kept you around when he couldn’t stand someone looking him in the eyes for more than three seconds. His answer was simple, teasing. Its real fun seeing you kick around, it’s rowdy and terrible, but that shit hurts so bad Its fun He said to you its like a arcade game and you’re the character, a little fuckin’ princess.

Why princess? He never answered.

“Why? You didn’t want to come? Ouch, girl, that hurt harder than your kicks. How could you do say that to me?” He joked, poking his lips out, pouting in mock sadness as he balled his fists to his face like a dog. You scoffed, somewhat irritated that he wasn’t actually hurt.

“Get outta here, Geum.” You picked up your pace towards the bowling alley that Seongje spent most of his time in. He rarely invited you in, for reasons obvious; he didn’t want the union boys to cross paths with the princess, you.

“Like a stab in the heart, princess. Hurt me again. Say something mean with that face” He teased, placing a hand on his chest as if he got stabbed and this time you snorted, feeling totally ridiculed. Your words were never taken seriously by the tall boy towering over you. His half-rimmed glasses showing your irritated reflection. A genuine, gummy smile spread across his face at the scowl you gave him. He was a total sadist. There was nothing he loved more than pissing you off until you hit him. Maybe he was a masochist, too? Either way, he drove you mad and excited and confused and…and some other thing you couldn't— wouldn’t name.

“Oh, I really gotta get away from this plague-bearing dickwad.” You groaned dramatically, shoving him in the shoulder and he faked a gasp rolling his eyes back with a laugh threatening to choke him.

“I bid farewell to you, princess,” He bowed, elegantly, looking ridiculous “I shall partake in a rendezvous with Lord Baekjin.”

“How courteous of you. Not very timely, now, are you? Look at the time, idiot, you’re an hour late.” You laughed this time, showing him the time on your phone. His expression was the same; unserious and mocking, eyebrows raised in amusement.

“He wont execute me, I believe,” He shrugged nonchalantly, now walking ahead of you “I am his middleman, afterall.”

You laughed, throwing your head back “Pfft, I know you’re kinda an idiot, but I didn’t know you’d say something so out of character.”

“Out of character?” His smile doesn’t falter, brows raised in curiosity as he questioned you.

“I mean, look at you…Baekjin’s middleman? You’re delusional. You’re nothing but a fighting psycho he only uses for violence. Once he’s done with you, you’re just another rando from the union that just knows how to fight.” You blabbered on, not noticing the shift in the air “You’re just a total nutjob he uses as a shield. That bastard knows how to manipulate. Lucky him for finding an asshole like you who’s willing to do anything for him. You’re like a toy. Jackpot!” You pop your ‘p’.

The wide grin on Seongje’s face falls flat. You wouldn’t lie, this was something you were not familiar with; a serious Seongje. A Seongje without a smile tugging his lips, a Seongje that wasn’t aloof. He shifts his stance, shoving his hands in his pockets. Seongje, looks down to the ground and cusses under his breath and then snickers.

“That’s rich coming from someone like you, don’t you think, y/n?” He breathed out. Your name bitter and unpleasant on his tongue as he glares at you through his lashes. This wasn’t the Seongje you were bickering with seconds prior, this was the teeth-bearing wolf that made the thugs scurry away.

You gulped, guilt tickling your skin. You hadn’t realized how far you had gone with your words. Degrading and dehumanizing the man before you.

Suddenly, you weren’t so familiar with one another and the tension pooled in like water filling up a cramped tank. Suddenly, there wasn’t that silent kinship that you both had held onto. You were just another one of the people he passed by.

His stare bored down to the very molecule of your being, pinning you onto the ground.

“Say it again, y/n, call me a toy, go on.” He bared his teeth, stepping closer “Say it.”

“Seongje, I-” He took another step, crossing into the boundary you had built around yourself.

“What? Can’t say it now?” His head turned to the side, scoffing, he ruffled his hair. That domineering, condescending look in his eyes felt humiliating. Guilt choked at your throat.

“You know I didn’t mean it like that.” You defended, taking a step back, your back hitting the cement wall of the brick alley way that turned into the underpass that lead to the bowling alley “I was only joking–”

“I know I’m an asshole who does nothing but fight, but I thought we were on the same side, y’know? Cause you fight too…with me. On my side. Guess not. Guess you’re just another bitch.” He seethes. Another bitch this time, it stung you. You frowned, shrinking smaller under his gaze by the second.

“Watch your mouth, Geum Seongje.” You warned. A lump lodged in your throat from anger. You hated yourself for saying too much when you were insulting him and for becoming wordless when it came to speaking up for yourself. Why did your voice not work? Why had it been so harsh?

“A princess doesn’t talk so harshly, did you know?” He said before turning his back to you, leaving you in the darkness of the alleyway. You watched as his footsteps receded into silence, his broad shoulders, his height, his brown hair; all of it swallowed far, far away from you into the darkness where you had once met him. And for a second you realize that the alleyway wasn’t so dark when he was here— and maybe that he was the light that brought life to this dark, dead-end that you lived in.

You could have reached out. You could have ran after him. But with a fleeting being like Seongje he was everywhere and nowhere at once, there was no use in trying to ground him. It would be like chasing your own reflection— you’d never be able to catch him…keep him in your grasp and own him. He didn’t belong to anyone or anything. You had misunderstood him completely and as a result you offended him and turned him into just another passing moment in your life. All within a split second with just a few words.

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It had been a week since you last saw Seongje in the dark alleyway. You were where he left you. In that alleyway, walking home from school when you stopped in your tracks upon seeing a clique of high school boys in green uniforms huddled up. Smoke curled in the air from their cigarettes and the sound of a ball bouncing echoed. You pressed yourself against a wall, shielding you from being spotted, as you peered and looked closer you realized they were the boys from Ilsan Technical High that you and Seongje had beaten up last week and a couple other unknown faces.

“That son of a bitch needs to learn his lesson.” One growled.

“What he really needs is to fucking die.” Another joined in the same fuming tone.

“Let’s just kill that bastard.” The first suggests “Please, sunbae, help us.”

“Sounds fun to me, whatcha think, Gobum?” One with long hair asked another with slit eyebrows and round eyes.

“I’m down. I always wanted to put a fist up that prick’s mouth. That punk Geum Seongje is gonna be real fun to play with” He agreed.

You put a hand over your mouth to muffle the gasp that left your lips when Seongje was brought up. He was going to get jumped. You had to warn him.

No. You couldn’t face him. Not after what you said to him. You couldn’t forget the piercing glare in his eyes, the sort of hurt— betrayal in his voice.

“Call him up. This Thursday. After school. Make it seem like its just gonna be you and then we’ll join and fuck his pretty face up.” Long-hair said to Gobum.

“Just texted him. That bastard didn’t give it a second. Look—” Gobum turned the phone to the other boys “He replied with a ‘Okay’ and a laughing emoji. That stuck-up asshole.”

“We’ll see who’s gonna laugh after he gets his shit rocked.”

Your head spun. You had to find a way to warn Seongje. It wasn’t that he weak or incapable of dealing with these guys, it was just something in you irked. A bad premonition. It was eating you from the inside like parasites in your veins. Seongje was all alone. No matter how strong, he was still just one.

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Thursday came by fast like the snap of fingers. Still not in contact with Seongje, you grew anxious. You knew of the time and place where he was to meetup with slit-brows and his minions. There was only one way to get Seongje away from this. It was for you to step in between, cause a distraction, be an obstacle in their path. You could do it. You were fully capable. Seongje was too, but you felt like you owed him this. Which is funny because he probably would prefer to fight because of the ecstatic rush he felt, but for your own selfish unknown reasons, you had to do this. You had to keep Seongje away from the malicious intentions of these guys.

With a hood over your head, you walked into the bowling alley where Seongje was skipping school. You could see him standing in the corner, watching the crowd of people cheer for their friends. Ignoring the ache in your heart, you approached him, hood still covering your face almost entirely as you fake bumped into him, stealing his phone effortlessly from his pocket. You didn’t turn back, rushing off even though he muttered a cuss your way. Luckily for you, he didn’t notice the absence of his phone, too engrossed in the game. A part of you wished he would recognize you, and talk to you, be engrossed in you. You shake the thought of it away, opening up his phone. You thank the sky for your memory, you typed in his password you sneaked a glance of a long time away and it unlocked his phone. You type a text message to slit eyebrows.

Seongje: Meet me at the under pass. The alleyway is too crowded after school. LOL.

Gobum: OK

The guy replied almost immediately, allowing you to delete the texts from his phone so he had no way of knowing of this. You swiftly place the phone in the lost and found bin, rushing out of the bowling alley towards the underpass.

The bell for home time rang and there he was Gobum, slit brows all by himself. You look around, looking for the other three but there were no signs of them. Not letting your guard down, you lower your hood, revealing your face, your hair undone, falling over your face in wisps.

Gobum sneers, meeting yours eyes in furry irritation, “Tsk, what did he pussy-out and send his girl? Where’s Geum Seongje, little birdie”

“Not here, as you can see, fucker.” You spoke through gritted teeth, picking up your pace fast enough to aim for a kick to his head. Your left foot smashed into his shaved head, crushing the side of his face. It probably looked hilarious in slow motion and a sadistic smile creeped up on your face.

That’s rich coming from someone like you Seongje’s words echoed through your mind and he was right. You weren’t so different from him. There was an addictive rush and ecstasy that shuddered through you during a fight. You were no different from a teeth-bearing wolf. Perhaps you were worse because of your bitter words and dishonest facade. Just a pretty girl in the eyes of others. Little birdie.

Gobum yelled, in pain and shock from the sudden kick to the side of his face. It made him stagger backwards, a red bruise blooming on the side of his face so fast and so rapidly it was almost animated. He growled, stomping towards you to throw a punch but you blocked it and he went again and again. Block after block, duck after duck, kick and punch, swivel up and down— it was a mess of movements. You barely had the time to process his movements. He was fast and his punches were impactful. He got a few hits but so did you. You had the upper hand, you were analytical and had dirty tricks up your sleeves. You tripped him, you distracted him, you ran and he chased.

This wouldn’t last long. Your muscles were growing limp and exhausted from over exertion. Your legs wobbled after another attempted kick which Gobum dodged and he punched you straight in the jaw, giving you a purple bruise. You winced in pain. Tears pricked your eyes from the pain but he punched your stomach ruthlessly. Punch after punch. You smashed your knees onto his nose, with a crackle that made you flinch. Blood flowed from his nose into his white button up. He hissed.

“Not bad.” He wiped the blood from his nose with the back of his hand, charging towards you at full speed. pushing you against a wall “but can you handle this, little bitch?”

“I can handle anything.” You choked, as he held you against a wall. Dread pooled in your chest when you heard footsteps coming from behind him. The three other boys from the other day appeared. You recognized them immediately from the smell of smoke and the sound of a ball bouncing off the ground.

“That’s not Geum Seongje. That’s a girl.” The long-haired guy said to the other boys.

“It’s his bitch, she was there and beat us too.” One of the familiar guy spoke, sounding embarrassed.

“Damn. She’s kinda hot. I wanna play with her too.” He responded “Grab her, boys.”

In an instant you were cornered by four men. One on each side of you. You were helpless and you had to find a way out. Before any of them could touch you, you ducked, kicking Gobum right in the crotch earning a loud agonized scream. The others watched eyes wide, stepping back. Taking advantage of that moment of hesitation, you punch the guy on your right then grab him by the collar to push him onto his friend on the left. With full source, you head butt into the long haired jerk that dared lay a hand on you. Groans and grunts of pain bounced off the walls of the underpass, adrenaline pumping through your lungs. Heaving, you coughed out a bit of blood onto your sleeve with a light gasp of surprise. It enraged you but you had to give the final blow to their faces.

“Let me give you a warning, boys,” You spoke bitterly “Don’t fucking touch Geum Seongje.”

“Oh? He got a possessive little bitch. Ain’t that fun?” Gobum, strikes again, you dodge.

“I’ll kill you all.” It wasn’t a threat anymore, it was a promise.

“Scary—“ You punched long-hair straight in the mouth, definitely knocking teeth out. He cried, falling in his bum. Eyes full of horror.

“You two. Come at me.” You say, turning your attention to the two you had once beaten up before. Clearly, they wanted it again. You motioned for them to come forward so confident in yourself, you didn’t feel like yourself. You were somewhere else, high off the adrenaline.

For a split moment, Seongje’s face appeared in front of you. His gummy smile was so threatening and enthralling— you felt as if you were lassoed to him. You hated the truth; you wanted him to belong to you in one way. Even as a friend. Even as an enemy. Right now he wasn’t either, he was a stranger. There was no softness between the two of you but somehow the thought of him had softened you— for the slightest moment, you blinked a little more and panted a little harder too.

When the two cowards stepped closer you didn’t analyze or think. You just punched and kicked. Not one miss, they sucked. Within seconds, four men laid on the ground under you, gazing up in surrender and fear. Slowly, you leer over them, meeting each of their eyes with a domineering gaze that made each of them flinch and turn away in embarrassment.

“Did you take my warning?” You raised a brow, fixing your messy hair and hoodie.

“Can’t hear you. Should I put some more sense into you?” You say about to kick Gobum in the face but he puts his hands up to his face with a desperate sob. So pathetic.

“Y-yes ma’am.” They said in unison.

Triumphant or rather relieved you walk out of the underpass with more than a few bruises.

Your everything hurt and you collapsed the second you entered the alleyway.

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Exactly three days and three nights had passed. Due to the pain still prominent all over your body and especially your jaw, you skipped school. You were back at the alley, not certain as to why you were there. Perhaps you were looking for Seongje. You’d never admit that to yourself. A soft sigh escaped your lips, seeing the empty path, you stood staring at the dark clouds rolling up in the sky. The smell of rain and earth whirled in the air.

An all too familiar figure appeared from the far end of the alley, standing tall and casual. Seongje. He was looking directly into your eyes, unbothered, unwavering. A small smile of relief accidentally made its way to your face and you wanted so badly to slap yourself but that would only give Seongje more points.

“Long time no see.” His voice echoed, deep, reverberating through your bones. You missed it so much and you just realized.

“Y-yeah,” A stutter escaped your lips.

He chuckled, still standing, far enough to not see the bruises on your face “We haven't seen each other for two weeks and you get all shy. Didn’t expect that after all those words.”

Seongje approached slowly, calmly. Walking towards you, finally he was closer and his eyes immediately shot to your jaw and your collarbones and everywhere. Like a hungry wolf watching its prey, he took his time observing you. There was no change of expression in his eyes. His lips in a thin line, there was a flicker of something you couldn’t read.

He took a step closer.

You took a step back.

Another step closer.

Another step back.

Seongje stops, a superficial smile making its way onto his lips. Gently, he brings his hands to your jaw, barely ghosting his fingers over the bruise. The act catches you off guard, your eyes widen in surprise at how gentle he was, his warm finger trailing over your bruises. Shyly, you wince away from his ghost-like touch that was so fiery all at once. His eyes not leaving yours even for a second. Above all the bruises, and pain, your eyes showed the most hurt and he caught it so fast you wanted to run and hide.

“Who?” He asked softly, barely a whisper, his voice blowing away with the wind.

“Don’t worry about it. It was just some rascals I ran into the other day. I won. As always.” You tried to joke but the waver in your voice was so loud.

“Who.” He demanded. He didn’t need to. It was gonna slip out of your mouth anyway. His warm fingers still on your face, now cupping your cheeks. This time, you couldn’t move away, the warmth held you still. It grounded you.

“Gobum.” You replied, avoiding his eyes. He placed a finger under your chin, lifting your face up to meet his eyes.

“He must’ve been tough.” He said.

“What?”

“I mean he must’ve been a tough fighter to be able to bruise someone as strong as you.” the unexpected compliment made you gape.

“He did have three of his minions with him…” You scratched your head. Feeling pride blooming in your chest.

“Shameless motherfucker.” He hissed, eyes livid now “Ganging up on one person let alone a girl.”

“Seongje?” You said. He was speaking to himself rather than to you.

“Knew you’d win.” He said before walking off. You called out to him.

Once.

Twice.

By the third call he was out of the alley.

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A day passed. Three days passed. You haven't heard from Seongje. It wasn’t unusual anymore. It was just discomforting. The guilt still resided deeply in your conscience. The longing even worse. You loathed every second of it.

It was a Saturday, with nothing better to do, you sat inside the bowling alley, leaning against a wall. Howls and cheers filled the thick air. The smell of food and sweat mixed together. Beside you a group of guys sat, on their phones, puffing vape into the air.

“Did you see? Geum Seongje fucked up the thugs from Ilsan Tech. Fuckin’ embarrassing for them.” Your ears perked up and you leaned closer.

“That Gobum son of a bitch deserves it. Good shit, man” Another chided in.

“I heard he crippled em’ all up just a few minutes ago. Look, my friend from Ilsan sent me a video.” The one said, turning his phone to his friend.

At that you got up and interrupted their gossip to watch the video. They turned to you in surprise, but they couldn’t do much since you only butted in to see the video for yourself. You could see Seongje in his maroon uniform, kicking Gobum just like you had on his shoulder over and over. Cussing him off with all sorts of terrible degrading words. The yelps of pain came out loudly through the phone speakers and you just watched. Eyes glued to the screen. The teeth-bearing wolf had his glasses off. He was serious. Then it zooms into another clip where Seongje breaks the Long-haired guys fingers, one by one. You could almost feel the pain. The boys watching the video all made sounds, as if they too, were feeling the pain.

You turned away, unable to watch anymore. Sprinting out of the bowling alley, you turned up at the Union’s hideout Seongje had once briefly shown you. He admitted to spending a lot of his time napping there. And you knew, just from the lingering smell of cigarette sticking to the brick walls outside, Geum Seongje was inside. And inside you went.

To your surprise, the door was unlocked as you slid it open. The place stunk of old ramen and men’s cologne and smoke. You coughed, swatting the air in front of you in pure disgust. On the black leather couch sat Seongje with his head thrown back blowing out smoke onto the ceiling. A cigarette in his hands, almost halfway done. He gave you a full view of his neck and Adam's apple, you couldn’t keep your eyes off. You ran your tongue along your bottom lips, wetting it. Seongje had his uniform off, now just in a black t-shirt that revealed his arms that had cuts and bruises. Did they have a knife fight too?

He looked at you when he heard your voice, an amused expression on his face. Seongje patted the spot on the couch next to him for you to sit like it was the most normal thing on earth, for you to just be walking into a hideout like this. You complied anyway, sitting next to him, your weight dipping to the leather. The atmosphere became warm and sticky— not in a displeasing way but in a familiar way. Like it was something you were used to; being by Seongje’s side.

Your hands immediately darted towards him. Reaching out to cup both his cheeks, squeezing him like a baby. Your eyes softened, heart tender and broken. It was rare to see him this bruised up.

And all because of you. Tears pricked in your field of vision and you just let it fall.

“Why’d you do this?” You sniffled, turning his face one side to another to spot every injury. You reached for the medicine box that was conveniently hidden under the table in front of the sofa. Grabbing a cotton swab, you dabbed some medicine over the cuts on the side of his face. He hissed in response but he let you anyway.

The both of you stayed in silence. only your occasional sniffles could be heard like little adlibs in the room.

“I didn’t do it for you. I just wanted to finish what that asshole started.” He finally answered but he didn’t meet your eyes and a foreign warmth crept into his tone as he continued speaking “I don’t get why you did what you did, though. Did you feel sorry for me?”

“I— I just, I just couldn’t be a bystander…” He scoffed at the response.

“Y/n, don’t do that shit again. I’m not trying to see you hurt because of a fight that I started.” He mumbled, your fingers brushing his bottom lip as you circled it around a bruise with an ointment.

“I’m sorry about what I said before, Seongje.” You started again, you wanted to get your words out before they choked you “I didn’t mean to call you a toy. Didn’t mean to turn you into such a worthless dick. I hope you know that’s now how I see you.”

“I know.” He smiled, so slightly it wouldn’t be possible to notice unless you were close to him.

“Do you ?” You asked, lifting his jaw up to meet your eyes. Just like he did the other day.

“Of course I know, look at the situation we’re in, y/n. None of this would have happened if we weren’t both so fucked in the head” At that you both chuckled, he flinched a little at the pain.

The laughter felt like something you didn’t realize you lost until you got it back. The normality of laughing with him, being by his side, and not needing a label for what you were— all of it felt like an answer to your questions that you had blocked off for so long.

The silent and unacknowledged wait for him was over because he was always there where he belonged; right next to you.

Seongje’s face was centimeters away from yours. This was the closest he’s ever been to you, his warmth and scent radiating onto you. The air no longer felt tense or awkward— just back to what it was, a comfortable familiarity. A routine.

His eyes bored into yours for as if he were contemplating. Your eyes shot down to his mouth, glossy from him licking and biting it.

The sound of the air conditioner blowing suddenly got blocked out with your dizzying thoughts as his breath fanned your face. Your hands were still on his cheeks. waiting for something.

Seongje was impulsive and without a plan in everything he did. Just like now, when he grabbed your jaw and kissed your lips. Your world went so still, so silent, and so warm you could hear your own heartbeat.

Seongje placed his hands on the back of your neck, pulling you closer as he pressed another short kiss on your lips to test the waters, to see how you reacted. You closed your eyes instinctively, allowing him to kiss you once more. For a short moment you open your eyes to see him already staring at you and then your lips as if to ask if you wanted this or not.

“Kiss me.” You breathed out feverishly.

His lips found its way home into yours, rougher and greedier this time. There was a desperation in the way he kissed you, your lips smacking onto each other making wet sounds. His tongue slid along the bottom of your lips, slithering into your bottom teeth, then tangling into your tongue.

He groans into your mouth, hot and wet, swirling his own tongue with yours. He was in full control now. His hands on the back of your head and the other holding your waist. Your hands wrapped around his neck now, pulling him closer to your chest.

Seongje sucked on your tongue and then your teeth and lips and everywhere. Both of you fell dizzy and frantic, wanting more by the second. He groaned.

Making out, eating each other alive. You grabbed a handful of his hair with your hands tugging him as you tongued each other. Spit swirling lewdly inside your mouths. Drool pooled the side of your lips and Seongje licked it off without a second of hesitation. Nasty and thirsty. Slurping up all your saliva.

You were out of breath about to pass out, pushing him off for a second to breathe. A string of spit connected the two of you and you stared into his eyes for a prolonged moment, admiring the mole, his lashes, and those dark irises that you had grown to yearn for.

You finally realized then, that there didn’t need to be an answer to your questions with words when Seongje had always shown that you were something to him the whole time with his actions.

“Didn’t know the princess kissed so well.” He teased pushing you back down onto the couch to resume kissing you.

synopsis: seongje turning into a whining pathetic masochist after his girl slaps him in an argument. lol.

cw: MDNI, aged up obviously, slapping, spitting, choking, biting, handjob, thigh riding, overstimulation, masochism, sadism, seongje crying lowkey, pet names

you wanted to see him like this. it was rare but the rarity of it was what got you going; seeing seongje below you, whimpering like a pathetic dog. you were in complete control and there was nothing more you enjoyed than abusing it.

after an aggravating argument with the poor guy under you, you lost your composure, ready to walk out of the door until seongje grabbed your wrists, dragging you back into his room. his domineering presence, threatening and intimidating, pushing you against a wall. in times like these, you felt helpless. you hated how he towered over you with that malicious glint in his eyes, teasing at you, pointing a finger at you with that shit-eating cheshire grin on his face. the smell of cigarettes clawed at your throat, punching you in the lungs. and that’s all seongje needed to have you cornered and submit to him.

but today, today was not the day. today he failed to do that. today you were the one to push at his chest until you cornered him into a wall and when he tried to stop your one hand, you used the other to slap his face. you didn’t mean to be violent nor did you mean to hurt him. you were just overwhelmed with the heat in the room and your anger and just him.

it was just one painful slap.

that one painful slap turned something in your boyfriend. something dark. something dangerous. as if he were possessed by a demon, his head slapped to the side, he laughed, adams’s apple bobbing and shoulders shaking. when he turned to you, your stomach churned in fear and anticipation— a sadistic coil. you were enjoying it. so was he.

“did you just slap me, sweetheart?” he raised a brow, that same snarky glint in his eyes.

“i did.” you breathed, staggering a little back from him seeing the maniacal, livid look in his eyes that could devastate a whole audience.

“my baby girl just hit me.” he stated to himself.

his eyes dead on you. the shift in atmosphere weighed down on you. it was hot and fuzzy and you couldn’t ignore the desire and need in your stomach from the way he gazed at you. seongje tilted his head back with a airy chuckle before coming to an abrupt stop. another look at your eyes and then at your lips.

“do it again.” he ordered, “slap me.”

“w-what?” you wavered, unsure of what just came out of your boyfriend’s mouth.

with another step back you watched him pull himself off against the wall to lunge at you. no second to breathe or grasp onto what just happened, seongje was onto you. he bit your bottom lip with a low groan. he glided his tongue over the bite before smacking another kiss to your parted mouth. it was more a kiss to your teeth than it was to your lips that were slightly trembling from the shock. he pulled away, breathless and red, sweat forming on his temple. a swift slide of his fingers and his glasses were off and thrown onto the night stand.

“don’t make me ask again, y/n.” he purred, his breath tickling your cheeks, “slap me.”

it took you a minute to register it all and you came to the realization that he’d probably do anything to get slapped in the face by his pretty girlfriend right now and you’d take advantage of that. take advantage of him. work him dry.

“what if i said no?” you asked, biting your bottom lip gentler than seongje had.

seongje tilted his head to the side in amusement, a low chuckle barreling in his chest, the fluorescent light revealed the red mark from your palm on his chisled face. his jaw was taut. that hunger in his eyes only raging by the second. every breath he took came out shallow as if he were holding himself back. you jutted your jaw out in false confidence, wanting to tease him more; get on his nerves until he broke.

“geum seongje. if you want me to slap you get on the bed.” you demanded with a light nudge on his shoulder.

you stood face-to-face with him with a smirk threatening to creep up your face. you enjoyed the slight, barely noticeable surprise in his face. it turned you on.

“don’t make me ask again, seongje.” you mocked him, “get on the bed.”

“okay. whatever you say, darling.” he complied with a nod and a smirk.

once he was on the edge of the bed, you swiftly straddled his laps, pushing him in the shoulders until he fell flat on his back with a low cuss. he raised a brow in question, amused, watching you crawl over him. your hair falling over his face as you bit his earlobe, a low teasing moan escaping your lips. by now, you could feel his hard-on pressing the side of your inner thigh through his sweatpants. you used your knees to push it down on his cock, earning a low groan.

“what do you think you’re doing?” he hissed, snaking his hands over your waist to stop you but you pinch him away earning another pained groan.

“you wanted this. so, take it.” you spoke through gritted teeth, grabbing his hard on with your hand “you’re so hard. just by this? you’re pathetic.”

“fuck— are you—“ you undo the strings in his sweat pants, pulling it down with his boxers, springing his twitching cock free.

pre-cum dropped from his tip, causing you to giggle. you sat between his thigh, lightly rubbing your clothed clit against it.

thwack.

you spit on your hands, making a lubricant to use to rub on his hot cock. your strokes are slow and calculated, your fists balling on his cock as you pumped agonizingly low. seongje’s brows furrowed in frustration wanting more. he bucked his hips into your fist only to get slapped in the face. hard.

“sh-shit, baby, could you go faster?” he asked, his voice cracking.

“tsk. that’s not how you ask, now is it?” you tutted, shaking your head in teasing disappointment “say please like a good boy. hmm?”

you stopped moving your hands. waiting for his plead. continuing to rub yourself against his thigh.

“p-please.” his voice came out ragged and broken. you slapped him in the face again, his face turning red. his hair a tousled mess.

“say it louder, boy.” you urged. relishing in the desperate look in his eyes. he looked completely gone.

“fuck— please— go faster!” he begged swallowing hard.

“atta boy.” you took that chance to grab his throat with one hand to squeeze it hard with no mercy until he started to audibly choke and gasp. with the other hand you started stroking harsher and faster, making him twitch and whimper with a choke.

you squeezed his cock harder and his throat. thumbing his tip to make him more sensitive, his eyelashes lined with tears that you had never seen before and your thighs clenched agaist his thighs, rubbing onto your clit in an overwhelmingly hot sensation that made you moan a little too loud. seongje struggled in your hold, gasping for air when you let go of his throat. relentlessly, you pumped his cock upwards and down until hot, white spurts of cum splattered out onto your wrists and hand. but you didn’t stop. you forced your weight onto him, riding his thighs until you reached your own climax and closed your eyes to feel the sensation take over you. your panties were soaking wet, clit sensitive causing you to twitch and writhe over your sensitive boyfriend who looked like he was about to cry.

tears and drool fell down his beautiful face. his brown hair a mess, and his taunting smirk replaced with parted lips that released whimpers and low, guttural groans. he tried to grab onto your wrist one more time only to get slapped hard in the face by you. your hands pumped mercilessly on his cock, his body twitching and shaking from overstimulation.

a cry escaped his lips “gosh, y/n. slap me again. i love it when you slap me. please.”

“yeah? you like it? open your mouth.” you said, bringing your hand up to his throat. he complied, opening his mouth. a glob of your spit trickled sloppily down his mouth, some of it splattering onto his bottom lips “swallow.”

he swallowed hard, an embarrassing high-pitched moan leaving his mouth as he pleaded for you to slap him and you did. he pleaded again. slap. slap. slap.

“o-oh my god—ngh—“ he gasped with every sensation that struck every vein in his body, “feel s’good. fuck— just like that, baby, just like that.”

“f-fuck—i’m gonna— i’m gonna cum— i’m gonna cum!” he whined, holding onto your wrist for support. his eyes rolled back, mouth parting open into a silent moan. his deep voice now a pitch higher.

he came undone for a second time. bucking his hips up into your fist in desperate attempt to ground himself.

a thick rod of his white cum spurt out of his veiny cock. seongje drawled out a long shuddering sigh, whimpering thanks yous. his face contorting from the soreness of getting slapped over and over. poor boy looked used up. flushed red and droopy eyed. seongje laid breathless and used up below. a look of surrender making its way into his eyes as if to say “you won”. the asshole smirk of his wiped right off.

Summary: After years of distance, you find yourself caught in the crossfire of the Union. When danger finally strikes, the ice around Baek-jin's heart shatters, revealing a desperate, possessive need to keep you by his side forever.

Warning: +18, smut, angst, protected sex, masturbation, kidnapping, mistreatment (by others), childhood trauma, emotional repression, violence, manipulation, emotional vulnerability.

Note: English is not my first language so feel free to tell me if there are any mistakes.

You sat on the school steps and watched the boys playing on the court. The image of feet hitting the ground and kicking up dust would always remind you of him. Not the Baek-jin the world knows now, the cold-blooded leader of the Union, but the five-year-old boy who clung to your hand after his mother died.