#ahnsuho

synopsis : Ahn Su-ho and his physical affection !

It had been a particularly long and exhausting day for Su-ho, with extra delivery runs. Even though his eyes were tired and his face showed his lack of relaxation, he always brightened up when he saw you. You never failed to make his day better.

You're in his bedroom, nestled in his bed, and the soft glow of your phone illuminated your face as you scrolled through some posts. The gentle click of the entrance door broke the silence, and you looked up to see Su-ho enter the house, crossing the threshold to arrive inside his room.

"Uh, hello to you too," you replied with an unimpressed tone when he knelt down on the bed and immediately engulfed you by his warmed, strong arms.

This was a now regular occurrence, so it never surprised you when Su-ho wrapped you up in his toned arms. You didn’t mind—if anything, you loved the feeling. For all his strength, he was also surprisingly soft and squishy.

"Baby, I missed you..." he mumbled, climbing on the bed as he buried his head on your neck, the dark strands of his hair brushing aganist your skin. At this point, he was practically on top of you.

"Ya, you just came back from outside, go wash up!" you chided, smiling. "And you're crushing me. Get off."

Su-ho lets out a chuckle, the sound velvety against his throat—it was almost like listening to the music of crystal crashing waves in the beach as the waters swirled to the shores, pearly white foam frothing the sea in its popping, glinting bubbles, light reflecting off it when it resembles a rainbow. You loved the sound of his voice.

You watched him finally concede when you pushed him, sliding off the bed before heading to the bathroom. He showered and traded his old clothes for fresh ones.

Soon, he's back inside his bedroom. except you were busy doing taking care of your hair in the mirror. You caught his reflection as his arms wrapped around you from behind, his calloused, warm hands rubbing your hips and tummy.

He just couldn't get get his hands off you; Su-ho adored the feeling of your skin beneath the pads of his fingerstips. It was an instinctive, deep-rooting sensation. You gave a small smile—his presence was always comfortingly invasive. Su-ho never knew anything about personal space.

"Su-ho, are you hungry? Did you eat eat?" you asked, finishing the task on applying the hair products before you turned around to face him again.

This time he wraps his arms around your waist and buries his face on your hair. "No, I'm kind of starving though." He pulls back his head so you can view his face as his bottom lip pushes out to a pout, causing you to laugh lightly you speak.

“Ok. Do you wanna order out or do you want me to cook—"

"Hush."

You rolled your eyes. "Okay just say you hate me I guess."

Su-ho sighed and grabs your arms, making him wrap around his wide back. "Let me do this first, please..."

"Fine, idiot, just don't complain about how you would be starving even more later," you say, pretending to be reluctant, though you were enjoying it just as much.

He smiled, kissed your cheek, and pulled you with him as he sat on the bed, settling you onto his lap. Leaning back against him, you looked up to find him watching you with evident adoration.

Su-ho loved you and loved expressing his affection for you.

7 Minutes in Heaven

⤷Contains: Romantic intimacy, explicit sexual content, consensual sexual activity ⤷Pairing: Ahn Suho x Reader ⤷Word count: Approximately 900-1,000 words ⤷Warning: This story contains explicit sexual content intended for mature audiences only. Reader discretion is advised.

The music vibrated off the walls of the small storage room turned party room that Suho had dragged you into. Neon lights flickered to the beat of the electronic drums as Suho watched from the sofa as his friends laughed and pushed each other toward the circle formed in the center of the room (imagine Suho didn't fall into a coma and is with Baku and Gotak).

"Suho! Your turn!" Baku shouted, holding an empty bottle that spun slowly on the floor.

With an arrogant smile, he approached and spun the bottle. Everyone held their breath as the glass spun and spun, until it stopped pointing directly at you.

"Suho and you in the closet!" Gotak exclaimed, shoving you both into the small, dark space.

The door closed behind you, plunging you into near-total darkness. The sounds of the party faded, leaving only the echo of your breathing and Suho's racing heartbeat.

“I-I always wanted to do this,” he whispered, his voice trembling in the darkness.

You could feel his hand searching for yours in the dark, his fingers intertwining with yours. The space was so small that your bodies were almost touching, and you could feel the heat radiating from him.

“What is ‘this’?” you asked softly.

“This,” he replied, slowly moving closer.

His lips found yours in the darkness, at first timid and exploratory, then growing in confidence and passion. The party music seemed distant as his hands began to explore, first your back, then your hips, while your mouth responded with increasing intensity.

“We only have seven minutes,” you murmured playfully between kisses.

“Then let’s make the most of them,” he replied, a new boldness in his voice that made you tremble.

His hands slid beneath your shirt, not removing it, just exploring, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin as you did the same to him. Each kiss was deeper than the last, each touch bolder. Time seemed to both stop and speed up simultaneously as they lost themselves in the moment.

A knock on the door startled them.

"Time!" someone called to someone outside.

They quickly separated, straightening their clothes in the dark with guilty smiles. When the door opened, the blinding light momentarily flooded them, revealing their flushed cheeks and swollen lips.

As they returned to the circle, Suho whispered playfully in your ear:

"Can we have another seven minutes later?"

The rest of the night passed in a kind of haze. They were aware of each other on an almost supernatural level. Every time your eyes met over the heads of your friends, it was like reliving those seven minutes in the closet. Suho, in his attempt to be the perfect host, moved around the room offering drinks, calmly resolving a minor argument between two of his friends, but his eyes always returned to you.

As the party began to wind down and the first guests said their goodbyes, Suho approached you as you picked up your jacket.

"Do you mind if I give you a ride home?" he asked, taking out his motorcycle keys, his voice calm and gentle again, but with a new layer of intensity.

You stepped out into the cool night air, the city's hum replacing the music. You rode the motorcycle in silence for a few blocks, the tension between you growing. Finally, he stopped at his modest, well-kept house, and you looked at him, confused.

Suho? "This isn't my house," you say softly, still clinging to him from behind on the motorcycle.

"This is my house," he says, getting off the motorcycle and helping you down, taking out his keys. "My grandmother is away this weekend, so… I'm alone."

The implication hung in the air, clear and direct. It wasn't a question, it was an invitation. You nodded, and he opened the door.

The interior of his house perfectly reflected his personality: tidy, clean, with a few odds and ends and half-eaten things like bags of snakes and energy drinks, wooden furniture, and a subtle scent of sweat and a few snakes. He led you to the living room, and you had barely crossed the threshold when he turned to face you. The mask of a kind and peaceful man vanished, replaced by a raw and transparent desire.

"I can't pretend nothing happened," Suho said, his voice deep as he gently cornered you against the wall.

His mouth met yours again, but this time there was no rush, no time limit. It was slow, deep, exploratory. His hands were no longer nervous; they moved with confidence, unbuttoning your blouse with a tortuous slowness. His lips slid down your jaw to your neck, where he began to leave a trail of wet kisses and soft bites that made you arch against him.

—

"Suho…" you whispered, your voice a hoarse gasp.

"Shhh," he replied against your skin.

With a strength you didn't know he possessed, he lifted you and carried you to his bedroom. The room was as tidy as the rest of the house, with a bed. He gently laid you on the comforter, his eyes locked on yours as he removed his shirt, revealing a toned, pale torso in the moonlight filtering through the window.

He lay down beside you, his body tracing yours, and the kiss resumed, this time with renewed urgency. His hands explored every inch of your skin, learning your curves, your sensitive spots. Your clothes disappeared piece by piece, tossed unceremoniously to the floor until nothing remained between you, only skin and longing.

He turned you over so he was on top of you, his knees parting yours. The contrast between his usual gentleness and the ferocity of his desire was intoxicating. He was attentive even in his passion, making sure that every movement of yours was one of pleasure, every sigh one of longing.

“Is this okay?” he asked once, his voice trembling with exertion and emotion, seeking your consent on the threshold of the unknown.

Your response was to raise your hips against his, an unmistakable invitation he accepted with a muffled groan. His entry was slow, deliberate, giving you time to adjust to him, looking into your eyes as if he wanted to etch that moment into his memory forever. Once he was fully inside, he paused, his lips finding yours in a tender, almost reverential kiss.

Then he began to move. At first, with a slow, deep rhythm, but soon need took hold of him. His thrusts became faster, deeper, striking that spot inside you that made you see stars. The room filled with the sounds of his skin against yours, his moans and yours, broken whispers of your name and nonsensical words.

His hand slid between your bodies, his fingers finding your clitoris and beginning to rub it in circles that perfectly synchronized with his thrusts. The double sensation was overwhelming, pushing you to the edge of the precipice.

"Suho, I'm going to…" you moaned, unable to finish the sentence.

"Together," he whispered, and his words were your undoing.

The orgasm hit you like a wave, a tsunami of pleasure that left you trembling and breathless. He followed a moment later, with a deep growl that resonated in your chest as he released himself inside you.

He collapsed beside you, exhausted, and wrapped his arms around you. You lay in silence for a long time, simply listening to each other's breathing.

"Are you okay?" he finally asked, his voice soft and concerned, back to being the Suho you knew.

You turned to look at him, a lazy smile playing on your lips.

"More than okay," you replied. "I'm perfectly fine."

He smiled, relieved, and gave you a tender kiss on the forehead.

"I'm glad," he said. "Because… I think I'm going to want to do this a lot more times."

Part 2.

.ᐟ — TW.

blackmailing, somnophilia, nsfw/smut, mentions of self-harm/suicide, and slurs.

S – You and Seong-je have been “ friends ” ever since Kindergarten, thanks to his parents and yours being close. The past few years you've been disturbed about the issues about him beating up students from another school, skipping classes, and even heard that those he killed, ended up being sacrificed.

Y/N — Yeon Eun-Heesoo

PS - GUYS I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG OMG 😭😭 my fat chungus life I swear, I forgot to save the draft while making this and when my phone died, it basically just disappeared like I'm ctfu omg 😭😭😭😭😣😣😣😣 guys I also apologize if my grammar sucks tf cuz it's like 1:33 AM rn and I'm redoing this shit half awake 😊

Anywayssss, enjoy ! 🫶🏻

You woke up on your bed, still unconscious. You were blankly staring at the wall for no reason at all, you felt empty. You felt..bare and blank. You couldn't understand what was happening to you. You swore that it was all a dream, right? That's what you assumed.

You just kept on staring at the wall, trying to remember but it's just forming blank in your brain. You're free to move and speak, but you somehow felt caged. A few minutes has passed, you snapped out of it. You felt awake, but still, your head hurts. You don't even understand why. "My head..hurts badly." You mumbled quietly.

You got up and went to the living room, surprisingly Seong-je is not here. You swore that you remembered something, you drank what he gave you but you couldn't remember the rest. Did you black out? Or did you just dream?

So you went to grab a bowl, pour cereal and milk. You turned on the TV and changed the channel. While you were watching the news, it started to rain. "Gosh finally, it started to rain. Something good has happened." You said to yourself.

While you were eating cereal, the TV turned off for no reason. I mean, what the hell did even happen? So, you just ignored it. And went with whatever the hell was going to happen the rest of the day. You couldn't understand if you were going insane or what, but you couldn't remember what happened earlier. Your mind is all blank, you can't remember anything clearly, but you could atleast recall that Seong-je gave you something before you woke up. Did I even wake up? Or was I given something to sleep and wake up? You kept on overthinking.

You went to the bathroom to shower, and do your skincare. After that, you just sat on your couch like nothing. You remembered your parents, so you grabbed your phone to text them.

Mom ❤️.

"Hey mom and dad, how are you guys?" You sent a text to her, you're not expecting an immediate answer but you received one after just 4 minutes. Maybe it was their free time? "Hi lovely, we're feeling alright. Stay safe there! 💖"

Lovely? My mom doesn't call me that. Neither does my dad. You felt confused now, you clearly know your mom wouldn't call you that or maybe they just picked that up somewhere else in that trip. But deadass, you know they wouldn't call you this in just immediate. Still, you shrugged it off. Maybe they're just needing to express their love?

You waited for a few hours for Seong-je to come back. While waiting, you were watching Megan is Missing. You were really up to watching these kinds of movies for now. After finishing the movie, you felt a bit traumatized. You couldn't understand how you even finished that, maybe you just had the patience.

You did everything so you wouldn't feel bored or be in a boredom kind of state. Still, even after trying to put yourself away from it, you felt bored and empty. You don't know why, but your legs started to hurt a bit. You could handle the pain though, but it was unexplainable that it hurted out of nowhere. "Cramps?" You thought to yourself, maybe it is.

After an hour, you fell asleep on your couch, with the blanket wrapped around you like a burrito. Sudenly, Seong-je opened the door with the key. He saw you laying down there, and even while asleep, you know to yourself you could still hear. Just unconscious about everything.

"Cute." He said, lowering down, looking at your sleepy state. You could feel his hands on your hair, brushing them softly. But you somehow couldn't wake up, you could feel it, you could hear his voice, it's just that you struggled to wake up. It was reality, but you were trapped in somewhere.

You felt his hand moving away, his presence moving away. And that's when you have fully fallen asleep. You wanted to wake up, your brain did want to wake up. But somehow, you just couldn't get to do so.

Then, you heard Seong-je's voice. He was on call with someone, his friend? You thought that maybe it was a friend he's calling. You heard their conversation, but you couldn't wake up.

"Hey, I'll be there in a few minutes." Seong-je said. "If I get arrested because of this shit, I'll kill you. I've already drugged the girl and cut her tongue off. You better get your ass over." You heard Seong-je laugh. What the fuck? Were you dreaming about this? You hoped so.

Before he left the room, he said something to you while you were sleeping. "Night, sweetie. Can't wait for you to be the next." He said and you heard it. You fucking heard it, you? Next? You're fucked up. And then, you heard the door click open and close. Signifying that he has already left. You were still traumatized.

You tried your best to wake up, but you could only hear. You couldn't open your eyes so you tried to calm yourself down. And let yourself fall asleep. It took you a few tries because you were failing miserably.

A few hours has passed, you woke up all of the sudden. It was 1:04 AM. You slowly got up and opened the fridge. Getting a bottle of water to chug down your dry throat. Then suddenly, you thought of the call. "I hope it's just a dream. Please." You said, you were praying that it was.

After drinking the water, you heard the door swinging open and shut. It was Seong-je. He took off his shoes and put his jacket away. "Still awake, huh?"

"Uhm.. yeah." You gave him slightly a look because you don't know if he actually helped someone murder a girl. The best you could do was literally wait for your parents. You just needed to wait. Right?

He then sat on the couch, grabbing his phone from his pocket. And you saw that he's typing, he must be texting someone. Well, yeah he is.

You told him that you're going somewhere else, grabbing your jacket because you were only wearing shorts and a tank top. "Hey, I'll just go somewhere else." Then, you heard him stop typing. You paused for a second. And he turned at you.

"Where, exactly?" He asked and it felt creepy as hell. Even when I had to go somewhere? "Just at 7/11.." You replied at him. "Then I'll come."

"What?" You mumbled, but luckily he didn't hear it. Why would he need to come with you? You thought that he was busy but now, he wants to come? You felt like something was definitely off.

"Okay, fine." You said to him, he then grabbed his jacket and put on his shoes. As you both were walking outside, a light suddenly went off and you slightly got scared. Meanwhile, he's still on his phone. Smoking his last stick of cigarette. He always smokes, and you didn't want to know why he does.

As you both entered 7/11, you grabbed Honey Butter and Slurpee, you honestly didn't want to leave Seong-je out so you bought two each. You paid at the counter and you went near him.

"Here.." You slowly slide the chips and drink, in the most awkward way. He let out a chuckle. "Oh wow, for me? Didn't know you were this nice." He said to you but you just gave him the biggest side eye. You continued to eat your chips and drink, then you felt your phone ringing a notification. You opened it and it was from your bestfriend, asking for you to go to her house because she's feeling scared.

Before telling it to Seong-je, you finished your food. You stayed silent and he did the same. After you finished, you spoke. "I'll be going somewhere else, my friend needs me. You can go home by yourself, I don't..need you to follow me." You said to him, and he glanced at you. He didn't react that much but he looked...disappointed.

Then, he stood up. "Hey, I'm not letting you go unless you tell your parents. I don't want it to be my fault if you ever got lost." He said to you, and you just gave him an eyeroll. You felt like slowly losing it. So, for one last time, you told him that you'll go with him back home and that's where you'll contact your parents, since you also need some stuffs if you go to your friends house.

While you both were walking, he asked you something. "Eun-soo, what do you feel about somebody if they're your bestfriend or the person you love?" You didn't know what to answer, but you were just walking in silence so you decided to answer.

"Uhm...I feel safe with them. It's like I can act like my true self without having to feel judged." You said to him, trying not to break the awkwardness. Then, you saw him smile. Maybe it was even a smirk.

You both entered your parents apartment, then, you grabbed some stuffs. Your bag. You grabbed your phone to text your parents, and you noticed that they're online. So you thought it was a good thing.

"Hey, mom and dad. I'll be staying at Seo-woon's place tonight." You texted them, you waited for a few minutes until you heard a notification.

"I'm sorry, but your dad doesn't allow because he's worrying about what will happen to you. Stay safe Hun. ❤️" Your mom replied, you felt frustrated. But, you thought of just lying to Seong-je.

You got out of the room, and as you were about to grab your bag, he asked you. "So, what did they say?" He was giving that creepy vibes, you hated it. "None of your business." You said to him, and as you were about to go out, he felt him grab your wrist.

"I asked you. Did your parents agree, or no?" Now that he did and said that, you felt scared. You felt like you couldn't move. So you just had to be honest. "No.." You said. Then, he let go. "It's that simple. You didn't have to make it hard. So you're staying here." He looked at you like he was hungry for something, you were creeped the hell out.

Why did he even care? You weren't somebody to control so you talked back at him. "Why do you always have to care when I go somewhere else." You whispered, and he heard it. He looked down and at you, while you dropped your bag down. He just stood there, when you walked passed him. He grabbed your shoulders tightly, and pushed you against the wall. The other hand going to your throat, choking you. You couldn't stop him because his grip was so strong.

"And why the fuck do you always have to be stubborn, huh? I do this for your own safety and guess what? You fuck all of this shit up as always. I've always hated your ridiculous shit, and now you're like this? You want to know the truth, huh?" He said to you, clearlty gripping much more tightly so you can't breathe. You tried to kick him, but nothing worked. You felt like passing out.

"Still trying? Eun-soo, I'm doing all this shit for the both of us. You think everything like this is funny? A joke to you? Like everything is just bullshit?" He sighed then laughed at you. "God, fuck this. Eun-soo, you don't get how much I fucking crave for you every second. You don't know how it feels being like that, it's like a painful torture that you can't get someone you want."

"I fucking love you so much, Eun-soo. That I do all of this shit just for you. I entered a cult just for you so I can get you closer to me, but none of that worked. I want you badly, please. Just..behave." He said, but he didn't loosen his grip. You tried not to tear up but you were. And he giggled at how scared you are right now. Then, he dropped of his kindness act.

As his grip got tighter, you passed out. And he was satisfied. You were scared and confused of what was happening. You were questioning everything, on why you trusted him. You felt him carrying you somewhere else, outside. You were still conscious but you couldn't move or speak, only your eyes remained. Then, you noticed that you were both entering his apartment. That's where he dropped you.

He dragged your body somewhere far, maybe his basement. He laid your body down and suddenly, you felt a needle against your skin. That's when you fell asleep, you were knocked down by him.

A few hours has passed, you woke up tied to a chair. You felt uncomfortable and your wrists felt sore. The rope was strong, you couldn't do anything to remove it. You tried to shout for help but soon realized that the room is sound-proof.

You were holding your cries, you didn't know what to do. You're afraid of everything that's going to happen. Suddenly, the door opened. It was Seong-je. He was smiling the whole time walking towards you. "So... what do you think?" He crouched down, looking at your eyes tearing up.

"Let me go, you shithead!" You yelled at him, struggling to move because of the ropes around you. He giggled at how stupid you looked right infront of him, he stood up and grabbed your face aggressively. "You don't know how much you've done to me." He spoke, then aggressively letting go of your face.

He grabbed a knife, then reached it near your legs. "No, no, no! Fuck you let go of me!" You tried to squirm against the ropes, again, it wouldn't work. He slowly carved his name on your thighs, making you whimper and wince in pain. "Fuck, I said let go!" You tried to yell one more time and he stopped to look at you. "You want me to carve your tongue out next? Shut the fuck up." He said.

You chose to stay silent, even if it was wrong. It was wrong to do so and you felt even stupid for staying silent. Then, he broke the silence. "Hey, you want a storytime?" He gave you a look, a horrifying one. Even though he was smiling at you, it felt uncomfortable. You just nodded, because even denying would cost you something.

"You know, your parents hid something from you but never me, they're lovely aren't they? I admired them, until I did the same thing to them. Eun-soo, what do you think happened to my parents and why they haven't been showing up for years, excusing they were busy from work, huh?" He smiled at you, and he was waiting for an answer. "Answer."

"I-I don't know.." You said, looking away. "Oh well, of course. You don't fucking know."

"Well it would be better if I let you know about it, right? Your parents were so jealous of mine..the company my parents used to have? They didn't lend them to your parents, they both stole it. Your parents are such a fucking hypocrite, aren't they?"

"Well, to steal my parent's company. They had two options, to exchange or murder them. Obviously they chose the easy way, to murder my parents. They hid that from you, all of that shit. You didn't become rich easily, I was supposed to be the one. When I found out, they hid it from you but never me. It's fantastic and you're wondering why I have been ignoring you for years." He said, his tone becoming aggressive.

"I didn't know, okay! I-I didn't even-"

"Of course you don't fucking know! Eun-soo, you're so shitty. I fucking hate you so bad I've been planning for stuffs like this." He cut you off and yelled at you. You felt horrible for him, you didn't know but you couldn't defend yourself.

"So in order to satisfy myself, I killed your parents in exchange. Isn't that lovely?" He smiled again at you, but you didn't react. You were tearing up but you don't know why you're not mentally reacting. It was like something is blocking your mind. "Now, we're the same." He said.

You froze, you didn't dare to move. Tears were falling down from your eyes but you were unable to move, neither could you express something. He laughed at your state, he felt satisfied, too satisfied. "Cat got your tongue?" He laughed. "You're too stupid to fall for those messages."

He stood up and left you alone, that's when you dropped your act. You cried your heart out, you were sobbing due to the stress. Did your parents really even do this? Or was he doing this just to scare you? You felt confused, really. You felt dizzy due to overthinking too much, you didn't want to rest but since the room is dark, you closed your eyes. Preparing for another torture.

"Boo!" Seong-je yelled at your face, you flinched because he woke you up. "Hey, wake up. It's night time." He said to you, grabbing your face. Your eyes were red due to crying, he liked that. "Since I'm feeling nice today..why don't I bring you upstairs? You like that?" You didn't answer him, and that disappointed him. He untied your legs and wrists and grabbed your wrist while going upstairs.

While you were both going upstairs, he "accidentally" pushed you. You whined in pain, because your knees hurt so much. "Get up." He looked at your desperate position, he was getting what he wanted. You stayed on the ground for a few seconds and got up. You didn't want to suffer like this.

He dragged you to the living room, and got his phone. Pushed you once again to the couch and grabbed his phone to picture you at your worst. "Fuck, you're really giving in to what I want, huh?" He grabbed your hair, you couldn't react or speak anymore because clearly, he had control. Which you hated the most.

An hour has passed, you were sitting on the couch and he's just texting someone. Suddenly, he stood up. "I'll go somewhere else, don't you dare fucking leave." He remarked at you, grabbing his jacket and locking the door. After he left, you noticed that the light bulb was looking somehow weird. You noticed that it was kind of rotating, then you found out it was a camera in disguise.

"This fucking Seong-je..." You spoke, but you still couldn't shake the thoughts off your head, your parents couldn't be dead, no. They might be somehow alive. Well, you assumed for the best. You didn't want to go insane, right? Not now, Eun-soo. Not now. Hours has passed, Seong-je isn't home. You didn't try to escape because cameras were around you, so you just decided to try and think of plans to get you out of your boredom.

Still, Seong-je isn't home. So you just decided to spectate around his apartment. Well, it's the same as yours because he just lives near you, around 7 apartment rooms near. It was just all entirely designed the same so you didn't except for something big. You were walking until you saw a door that had a strange mark on it's handle. You were about to open it but you were afraid Seong-je is watching you.

You were still curious of it so you did try to but only peeked. It was dark, but it smelt like blood. So you just closed the door and moved away, suddenly you were hearing footsteps near the front door. You were hearing a voice of a girl, wondering who it was. Then, you heard the door open. You decided to hide because you heard Seong-je, but even far away, you could smell the reek of cigarettes and alcohol. Did he go to a bar?

You hid into his laundry room quickl and quiet, you were still peeking through the peephole. The girl looks drunk..as hell. Except for Seong-je, you listened to their conversation.

"Baby, I can't believe that you're so sweet..I love you so much!" The girl hugged him, giving him a kiss on his right cheek. Seong-je looked like he was just pretending to be happy, then he noticed that you were gone. His eyes checked all around and noticed that the laundry room's door was a bit open. He knew you were there, just hiding.

"I love you more.. let's go to my room." You heard him spoke. He had a girlfriend this whole time or he just picked up that girl from a club. You still could hear their conversation because the walls were thin. You knew this because usual apartment walls here are thin. "There, take off my clothes..fuck, you're so damn hot." The girl spoke at him, you could hear his laughs but you didn't hear him say a word. The best thing you could do was cover your ears, so you did.

While covering your ears, you just decided to sleep. You hugged your legs and prayed for whatever's the best that fate would encounter you for, then you fell asleep without even noticing. It was a long day even doing nothing at all.

The house filled with silence except for the girl's voice and moans. Even while asleep, you could hear her voice. But that voice disappeared and was filled with silence. You woke up from a muffled scream, you decided to check it out.

You opened the door and walked silently towards his room, you could hear muffled screams and the girl begging for mercy. You didn't want to check but your mind and body was telling you, so you opened the door at the tiniest bit to see what was happening. Your hands were shaking to the situation right now. Seong-je was stabbing the girl while strangling her. The blood was on the sheets, you didn't dare to move but then, he stopped. And looked at the door.

He saw you peeking and it was obvious, he smirked. "Hey, come out." He directly meant that it was you. Well shit, he knew. "I said come out or I'll drag you here." His words were sharp, so you slowly opened the door. He smiled at his work, once again, he felt proud. "Like this, huh?" He stared at you for a few seconds before laughing. Then, he stabbed her for the one last time. Dislocating her head. "I don't like doing this, maybe you should do it?" He spoke, you felt scared.

You tried to shake your head to signify a no, but he won't take that as an answer. "No? Okay." He stood up and grabbed your wrists, dragging you to the bed infront of the girl. He pushed you right infront of her, you felt his presence behind. His hands guiding yours to the knife so he could help you stab her. "Seong-je, please.. don't." You begged, you tried your best to but he didn't listen.

"My parents begged like that but your parents didn't spare mercy..it would be fair if I gave the same treatment, right? It would be unfair if I did the opposite." He whispered, laughing a bit then his chin resting on your shoulders. "Go on, do it?" His voice was destroying you so clearly. You didn't want to do it. "Do it." Once again, he warned you. So, you just did.

You were still afraid of him, you stabbed the girl for one time and you were tearing up. He heard you sobbing and he told you to stop. Then, he grabbed your face, making you look at him. "Fucking hell, just look at me you bastard. I'm doing this because of you." You were confused about what he said, but you couldn't process it yourself. "You don't get it, don't you? Right." He sighed as he let go of your face. You dropped the knife as your eyes were getting teary.

You did what he said. You went out of the room but not the house. You just went and sat on the couch and you were sobbing quietly there. "What did I do to deserve this.." you whispered to yourself. The whole night, you cried yourself to sleep. You couldn't stop sobbing at all, you felt stressed and everything.

You woke up the next day, the room being weirdly clean. Like clean as hell, it didn't look like yesterday. You noticed that you were laying on something. Oh, hell. Your head was laying on Seong-je's lap. So you sat up quickly. "What...what the hell!" You yelled at him, he just gave you a sigh and laughed at his actions. "Surprised? You were the one that laid on my lap. Conscious about it?" You were confused, you? Seriously? Laying on his lap? Things were escalating too fast. You couldn't understand why.

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When Sieun had been ganged up by Seokdae’s group because of Yongbin, he had won through the divine intervention of Suho (and Bumseok too, but only a little). When Sieun cornered Gil-su in the abandoned amusement park, he had won, again, through Suho’s divine intervention. I like how the second fight had shown just how in sync the two are together, with the finishing blow being a coordinated attack they orchestrated just by following each other’s movement.

(Not to mention the fact that Sieun knew, in the back of his mind, that Suho would follow him. (“You came.”) Like the single acknowledgement that their bond had grown closer than it was before)

And then came the fights that had happened after. It’s safe to assume that both Suho and Sieun have never been into many fights before the entire events unfolding through the catalyst that is Yongbin. And now that they are close, fighting hell and back, realizing slowly just how much they mean to each other, then came their unconcious decision not to get the other involved in those fights anymore. Protection. Guardian angel.

Sieun fought Suho’s battle for him, even though he knows Suho is more than capable of defending himself, and that maybe if they had gone there together they could’ve rescued Youngyi without scoring another trip to the hospital — but alas. Sieun’s decision is born out of maybe personal guilt (since he tends to think that everything that has happened to Suho so far was his fault, because he was the one attracting the bullies in the first place) and the sense of not wanting Suho to get hurt anymore. He believes that this is his burden to carry. So he goes and fights alone, with the extra mile of making sure to remove a trace of the messages just so Suho wouldn’t find out and follow him because Sieun knows, really knows, that Suho would. Sieun would rather it be him that hurts and not Suho (maybe seeing him in the hospital after the Gil-su arc while Sieun was walking free was another influence for this decision).

And then Sieun loses.

And then Suho finds out. Then it’s another cycle of fighting a battle alone. Fueled by barely contained rage (how dare they lay a finger on Sieun), and Suho’s strong sense of avengance (mentioned in a previous post I made). Maybe if they had communicated, maybe if Sieun wasn’t so intent on keeping the truth from Suho — because he knows what it would mean to Suho, to find out that Sieun was beaten to the point of getting hospitalized, knows that Suho would give whoever had done this to him absolute hell. Because Sieun would’ve done the same (and he did). And the biggest maybe of all: maybe if they’d fought that battle together.

after the storm # kang wooyoung (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/400958553-after-the-storm-kang-wooyoung?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=juyeonsss

By an unexpected twist of fate, Kim Juyeon and Kang Wooyoung found someone they could lean on in each other. For Juyeon, Wooyoung became an ally and a companion in her search for her friend, Muin. For Wooyoung, Juyeon became his salvation - the one who guided him toward redemption. Both teenagers carried heavy and complicated pasts, yet in the present they stood side by side as allies. What future awaited the two of them? Let's follow their journey - a journey of guilt, forgiveness, and self-acceptance. A journey of searching for and saving their friends. A journey of their growing love. after all the storm, the flowers will bloom.