#jongho headcanons

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, grow in the figurative sense of the word.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You feared for your life everyday.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That was definitely it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"And you want me to be your… wife?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Only if he had listened.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You wanted each other. Desperately.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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It was the most difficult for me to pick one for Jongho, so I decided to stick with something that is a bit on the tamer side, but can still make an impact: the recently-famous chain necklace that you can pull on! It likely have been your idea to try it in the first place, but Jongho is going to enjoy it much, much more than he lets on.

He is definitely a brat tamer, and this is a perfect tool. Because sitting around your neck, casually, you might forget it's there - just a subtle piece of jewelry. But when you say one word too much or give him a look, he will grab the end before wrapping it around his wrist a few times, and in two seconds, you will be fighting for your dear life, tipping on your toes, with his face right above you, looking at you in this condescending manner that will quickly put you in your place.

I imagine as the time goes on, he will be willing to try different types of collars to find what works best. He likes what allows him to have control over you, so any training collars will be just perfect. Anything sturdy enough to manhandle and rough you up!

Source: ademishia.com. I think that he could also go the same route as Hongjoong as a dom, but I wanted to keep it more diverse!

Mingi:

This could go a few different ways, however, consider: a prong collar, a thick one. A heavy piece of metal that weighs on you at all times, tiring your neck, a form of feral claim, a way to constantly remind you of your place. He would beg to wear one too, if you were into that as well.

Mingi will be very much into pet play in its more primal form. You are his bitch and everything resolves around that. The collar doesn't hurt much on default - it tires your neck slowly and leaves very inconspicuous marks - more like a rash than actual damage. It's all the more degrading since said damage is mostly figurative. He can and will hold it to rough you up when he takes you from behind.

Your neck will tire out easily, and Mingi is not the type to keep you in it for too long. The moment you shyly ask him to take it off, he will be so, so careful, pepper your neck with kisses, hold you, basically turn into your own lap puppy. He will make sure to look over your neck closely and put a soothing balm of sorts - not like it's very needed, the small dots peppered all over your skin will disappear after a day or two, but it's this added bit of appreciation that you agreed to it in the first place.

Source: bridgeportk9equipment.com. He might get a regular dog one and then adjust it manually so it can be put on easily and sit snug around your neck!

San:

San enjoys seeing you all pretty and dolled up for him, so he will go with something of which sole purpose is to look cute and dainty - preferably in pink or white to showcase the innocence he associates you with (no matter if accurately or not...). Tulle, lace, ribbons - that's the vibe.

He wants nothing but to baby you, treat you like an angel, spoil you and care for you. If that includes arranging a very cute dog cage filled with pillows, plush toys, and mini lights, then so be it. If it's more about having you as his babygirl or a princess - anything you want, darling. Whatever it takes so you feel like you don't have to put a thought in your existence because he can do everything for you.

Since the piece is not very kinky per se, he will enjoy having you wear it in public. That little secret the two of you share of what it actually means, as if it's not just a piece of unique jewelry. He will sneak glances at you, smiling knowingly whenever you touch it thoughtlessly, or whenever you do something that hints to that deeper connection you two have, like asking him to hand you something from a higher shelf or pressing your head into his side as if asking for head pats. He just can't get enough of it, period.

Source: AliExpress. A different pendant is also an option if you don't want one with religious undertones! Any pretty thing will do.

Yunho:

Yunho would be like something between Wooyoung and San - something very, very pretty, but that will also unmistakably associate you with the pet you want to be. A customized text collar of high quality will be just about perfect!

He will buy a lot of letters so you can always change the text - it will be a form of communication between the two of you, a way of letting him know what mood you are in as the play begins. Are you his "puppy", his "good girl", or perhaps his "bitch" today? - communication is the key, duh!

Although, as a pleasure dom, Yunho will enjoy adjusting to your needs and wants, his favorite will always be the "puppy" version - similarly to Wooyoung, he loves nothing more than to have a little pet that he can care for and spoil and smother with affection. He will put his mouth and hands all over you until you cannot breathe - whether figuratively or literally, is only up to you!

Source: msoulart.com. Colors and the exact text is of course to be decided on, but the quality and elegance of it will remain!

Yeosang:

Yeosang is not a rough type, but he likes to make an impact on you. So, although it might be terrifying at first, I imagine he would love for you to wear a shock collar. The visual choice in these might not be the broadest, but once the two of you agree that it's what you like, he's going to have one handcrafted for you.

He really likes the idea of training you without putting much physical effort into it; if he sits down and holds a remote while giving you tasks and assessing whether or not you're doing them well enough? If he commands you into positions and makes you humiliate yourself and you already know that stalling is not a good idea? If you brat around and all he has to do is press a button to bring you to your knees? That's just about perfect.

Anything that involves this includes a lot of talking, research, and care involved in making sure it is all safe. But it also means the sweetest aftercare - he doesn't want you to worry for your health and he knows that constant stress can mess you up a little. He will be just so, so mindful of the way you react and will likely wrap up the scene a bit earlier than you think you can take, just to make sure he doesn't go overboard.

Source: honeysx.com. The visuals don't really matter for the first collar, as long as it does the work. Disclaimer: I am not encouraging you get one for yourself. Educate yourself first if you want to go in that direction!

Hongjoong:

Hongjoong is your traditional dom/master type. The collar is a very prominent symbol of ownership. Rather minimalist, but well-crafted and sending a clear message. Sturdy enough that it will sit securely and can be pulled on safely. Matching hand and ankle cuffs, and maybe a leash? Fuck yeah, he's going to have everything.

Although the idea remains the same, it will be customized depending on your choice. Hongjoong wants it to resonate with you personally so that you can grow comfortable with it - for him, that's the basis of having the best use out of it. So it might have a padlock for the extra thrill, but only if you want it to. Colors might wary depending on what you like, too. Added gems, letters, padding? Anything you want.

Only he is allowed to put it on and take it off - it's a symbolic moment of when your playtime begins and ends. Once it's on your neck, you are no longer your own person. At some point, you will be conditioned to go into subspace the moment it's secured. It takes time - but the two of you have all of it.

Source: AliExpress; I couldn't find a good photo of collar exclusively, but you get the drill. There are different color variations (my favorite is navy blue with golden elements... not like you asked but now you know), so that's something you could definitely discuss with Hongjoong!

Seonghwa:

Similarly as for San, although with quite a different feel to it, for Seonghwa, a collar is something that adorns you, so he is going to put a lot of effort in finding something that suits his taste... to simply make you pretty. The collar he picks might not end up looking like a collar, but more a piece of jewelry.

This thing is not meant to be pulled on, but he's obsessed with the way it looks like when he wraps his hand around your neck. Or when the background for it is the dark bruises left by his fingers. Or when he grabs your chin and tilts your head to look at it closer. Or when he makes you lie on your back at the edge of the bed and watches your throat bulge from him all the way down...

Factually, this is a regular piece of jewelry and he will lose all his cool if you decide to wear it outside of your bedroom. Match it with a dress and wear to a gala with the most innocent look on your face and he's not gonna be able to focus on anything to save his life. Be ready for the consequences, though.

hongjoong

his reaction would be very situational

if you’re around other people, he will be so shy and probably ask if you want to leave because its just hard for him to handle you and control his darkening blush at the same time

if you’re alone he is soaking up all of the attention, absolutely ready to do anything you want and continually reminding you how pretty/beautiful/cute/sexy you are

if he’s also drunk then he just melts into the attention, encouraging you by asking for head scratches, laying in your lap, or falling asleep on your shoulder

any which way, he’s a blushing mess by the time you start dozing off, ready to call it a night

yeosang

he’s so blushy and giggly which of course only makes you cling tighter

giving you so many head pats while you hang off his arm but sort of doesn’t know what to do with himself

probably asks if you want to leave the function early because he wants to just pull you into his arms and cuddle you back but doesn’t feel like he can when you’re outside the bubble of your apartment

he’s going to be a little stiff but i promise he loves it, he just doesn’t know if you want him to be affectionate back unless you clearly tell him

yunho

literally so in love with you

he would find your drunk behavior so adorable and actively encourage you to sit in his lap or wrap your arms around his waist

you don’t even have to ask for kisses, he’s already peppering them all over your face

will just hold your face in his hands and stare at you so lovestruck as you pout, wanting more kisses

san

he’s the type to be oblivious to any increase in physical affection without verbal confirmation or acknowledgment from you, it’s not that he doesn’t appreciate it he just feels it to be so natural to who he is as a partner

when he does notice your drunken behavior, he’s immediately melting and pulling you into his arms, basically smothering you

this is when you get giggly san to make an appearance

if you’re in public, it immediately feels like you’re in your own bubble, just the two of you, as he matches all your affection with some of his own, the world around you melting away

if you’re at home, it might turn into something very domestic like sharing a dance in the middle of the kitchen or rambling about what the future has in store for you while wrapped in each others arms

mingi

he is literally so happy, his cheeks will hurt from smiling by the end of the night

he’s always worried about making you uncomfortable with initiating physical contact so for you to be the one initiating and doing so often, he is just ecstatic

if you get distracted or wonder away for a moment, he will subtly try to get your attention back and pretend that he’s surprised when you go back to clinging onto him

if you catch on to how much he’s liking the affection his ears will be red immediately as he drops his head into the crook of your neck to hide from your gaze, only giving you better access to pepper kisses against his cheek

wooyoung

he always matches your energy

so sorry to anyone in the general vicinity but you’ve just become the couple that will not separate from each other

will lean into you and tap his cheek as an invitation to give him a kiss

if you aren’t sitting on his lap, he’s sitting on yours

he enjoys enabling your behavior when you get like this but will also lightly tease, because the only thing he loves more than you clingy is you pouting at him, demanding more kisses as repayment

jongho

he’s definitely going to take the opportunity to tease you

he knows what you want but he’s going to pretend he has no clue and make you clearly say that you want to kiss him or even just hold his hand

don’t let his fake obliviousness fool you of course, he’s absolutely enamored by you and your affection, he just has a reputation to uphold, especially around his members

so he’s going to pretend like your kisses and hugs are annoyances, distractions from the conversation he’s trying to have with someone, but really he’s melting on the inside

but don’t worry, he’ll be sure to return your love once you’re out of the public eye

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Now, I think Jongho is a simple man

Not in a bad way, of course not!!

He just likes to take things at a slow, comfortable pace, especially when it comes to relationships

So he would definitely be one of the less nervous members when it came to your first kiss

He wouldn’t worry about it much, deciding that he’d stress about it when it actually happened

And in the meantime, he'd want to get to know you as much as possible, resulting in many relaxed, quiet dates where the two of you would get to hang out and talk, or even just vibe silently in the other’s presence

Whether it would be at a park, at home, or at some cute and cozy café - much like right now

You were just planning on taking a short walk around, wanting to enjoy the unexpectedly pleasant weather today

But then you saw this cool hand-made artisan shop, and this beautiful public art display, and-

Before you knew it, you strayed way off your original starting point, walking through unknown streets and exploring your new surroundings

Had it been just you walking around, you would have been a bit worried by now, pulling out your phone to try and find your way back

But with Jongho, you knew you had nothing to be concerned about

He just held your hand and pulled you along, a small smile never leaving his lips as he did so

And really, this did help you relax and allow yourself to roam freely

Until you noticed the sullen, grey sky looming above you, warning the two of you that the weather wouldn’t be staying nice for much longer

You told Jongho right away, making him reluctantly agree with you to call it a day just to be safe

But not even a few minutes later, rain started falling from the sky, growing in intensity with every street you passed

This alone would have been doable, but once the freezing wind picked up as well, you were starting to question your life decisions

Noticing your wet shirt, Jongho offered you his jacket to warm yourself up, but you quickly refused, not wanting him to get sick

But Jongho obviously didn’t want that for you either

And so, after a second failed attempt at convincing you to just take the jacket because he’d rather catch a cold himself than have you suffer, he thought of a different plan

Before you knew it, you were being pulled into the nearest café, a small bell chiming above your head as you entered

You tried to protest, but Jongho just gently shushed you, tugging you with him to a cozy table tucked in a far-away corner

There, he helped you get seated before taking off his jacket and sitting down next to you

“Jongho, we really don’t have to stay here, we’re not that far from-” “Of course we’re staying. I’m freezing cold and I was wearing more layers than you. No way I'm letting you out there before the rain stops,” he quickly retorted before reaching for the menu on the table

“But,” you tried again, nervously biting on your lip as you continued, “I didn’t even bring any money, I didn’t expect us to order anything today…”

You couldn’t help but feel embarrassed, silently scolding yourself for leaving your purse at home

The entire day was going great, but now you were going to ruin it with a small, stupid mistake

You wanted to apologize, to try and maybe save this situation somehow, but then…

???

Before you could say anything, you felt Jongho’s lips on yours, effectively shutting you up

Instinctively, you closed your eyes, resting a hand on his thigh for support as you leaned in for more

Shortly after, Jongho pulled away, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear

“And who said I’d let you pay?” He retorted with a smile, lowering his hand to cup your cheek, “I chose to bring us here so it’s my treat. All you need to do is warm yourself back up and stop worrying.”

And with that (and a light blush blooming on his face), he turned back to the menu, skimming the drinks to find something for the two of you while you still sat there, shocked

Needless to say, thanks to Jongho, you did feel a lot warmer already.

“I know that you’ve all seen the images online of me with the girl, and I don’t want anyone to speculate or make rumors…” You listened to the words that your boyfriend of 2 years was saying, your heart beating faster as you waited for him to finally drop the news. Hiding the relationship had taken a toll on not only you, but the relationship in general. It was hard to do anything when your boyfriend was under the watchful eye of the entire world, and it seemed like reporters were always waiting around the corner for new pictures to post of him. Maybe if he finally told everyone everything it would make things more simple for the both of you in the long run. “The girl that I was seen with…” Here it comes. Now’s the time. It was finally going to go public, you’d be able to take casual walks down the street without having to see your face trending on twitter as the mystery girl. “She’s an old friend from school. There’s nothing there. I promise. The reports and the pictures and everything can stop. Please.” 

You stared blankly at your laptop screen, unable to even fully process what had happened just yet. He had the perfect opportunity, it was the opening that he’d need, but he blew it. It wasn’t the first time it had happened, and now you realized, it surely wouldn’t be the last time. He was at the office, it’s not even like you could talk to him about it either. You’d have to wait for him to come home, and by then he was so tired that he usually just wanted to go to bed. He always got to ignore it or avoid it or deflect. It was what he did with every problem when it came to you and the relationship. He didn’t care enough about it, and maybe you shouldn’t either.

“I’ll be home in like… 20 minutes or so.” Jongho said, his voice coming in through your phone speaker as you sat at the table eating your dinner. “Do you want me to grab something on my way home when I’m done at the office?” He asked, and you could hear the voices of the other guys in the background. The guys that didn’t really know much of you or about you, only the same thing that the rest of the world knew. You were simply Jonghos friend that he occasionally hung out with. You definitely weren’t the girl that he claimed to be deeply in love with, definitely not the girl that he had moved in with after only 6 months of dating. Nope, that surely wasn’t you. 

“Nah, I’m good.” You mumbled in between chewing, quickly dabbing your lips with the napkin beside you before grabbing your phone. “Take your time at work, I’ve got things to do.” You added, and the silence on his end almost made it seem like the call had ended, but you knew better. He was thinking, and he was thinking hard. You had never told him to take his time, you’d never want him to get home later than what he planned. You loved when he came home, and you’d usually run over to hug him or kiss him or both when he came through the door. 

When the silence lasted longer than you were used to, you were about to hang up the phone, but then you heard him clear his throat, the sound of fabric rustling picking up through the speaker. “I talked to Hongjoong and the guys, I’m coming home now.” He sounded like he was on edge, and you were sure it was because of your strange responses, but then again, he was the reason you were acting like this in the first place. 

The call ended quickly after your hum of disinterest, your thumb pressing the red button before you moved from the kitchen into the living room, dropping down onto the couch and flicking on the tv. It was just another thing that you normally wouldn’t do. Most of the time you’d stay on the phone with him until he walked through the door, only ending the call once you could hear your voice through his phone and your own. 

It’s not that you hated him, and it’s not that you even wanted to break up. You loved him, but you were tired of being in the shadows. It’s not like the company wasn’t okay with the guys being in relationships, most of the others had already come out about their own. You didn’t know the reason behind him hiding the relationship, but if he wanted to keep saying that you were just a friend, then that’s exactly what you’d be. 

He walked through the front door, pausing at the landing to look around for a second, and the sigh he let out sounded more like relief than anything else. You were sure that he probably thought you were cheating, and you would have probably thought the same thing if he had randomly changed the way he was acting. “Hey, babe…” He murmured, shimmying out of his coat and draping it over the back of the couch as he walked over to you. 

“Sup.” You responded dryly, allowing yourself to sink further into the couch which was, once again, unlike you. Where was the hug? Where was the kiss? It was like he was in the twilight zone, and he moved in front of you, standing between your eyes and the tv screen. “Do you need something?” 

The way his eyes blankly stared at you for a moment was almost comical, but then he started laughing, running his hand through his hair as he shook his head. “You’re funny. Come’ere.” He opened his arms for you, and you wanted so badly to jump off the couch and be embraced by him, but you knew that if you did, nothing would ever change. You quickly high fived both of his hands before leaning to the side to watch the tv around him, leaving him dumbstruck. “Hey… Come on, you can watch the tv after you give me my hug and my kiss.” 

He grabbed the remote off the arm of the sofa and quickly turned it off, his arms crossed as he stared at you expectantly. Jongho wasn’t one to really pout at you like this, and he’d never pry for physical attention from you either. As long as you told him you loved him, that was what truly mattered… But you hadn’t even said that yet. “Awh, come on dude. The show was just getting good.” You groaned, rolling your eyes as you pushed yourself up off the couch. 

Before you could even walk away though, his arms were wrapped around your waist, his face mere inches from your own. “It’s not funny anymore, Y/N.” His voice was stern and you hated the effect that it had on you right now, but you held your ground, your nose scrunching up as you leaned away from him when he tried to kiss you. “What are you… Is there someone here right now? Are you cheating on me?” He was furious, but through that anger was also sadness. You hated hurting him like this, but if this is what it took to get your point across, then this is what you had to do. 

“No.” You said flatly, your expression one of fake disgust as you lightly pushed against his shoulders to make him back up. “You can’t actually cheat on a friend, that’s ridiculous.” His hands dropped to his sides as his head cocked, confusion written across his features as he looked you over. “And you can’t really go around trying to smooch up on all of your friends, kinda weird buddy. Your other friends might not handle it as well as I did.” 

You sat back down on the couch, and he was still standing, frozen there in the middle of the floor. If you could see his brain, it was probably smoking, working hard to figure out what the hell was going on right now. “What!!?” He screeched, finally speaking the one single word as his body whipped in your direction. “You can’t just put me in the friendzone! We’re dating! You’re my girlfriend! Stop being silly.” 

“Actually…” You started, folding your hands in your lap, finally being serious for the first time since he walked through the door. “According to you, and the rest of the world… I’m just an old friend from school. So… You put me in the friendzone. I’m just acting accordingly.” 

His mouth opened momentarily, but it was like he didn’t know what to say. He knew exactly what you were talking about, he just didn’t know how to back out of it. He had dug the hole and put himself in it, and now he doesn’t know how to get out. “You watched the live stream?” He questioned, and you could only give him a look of disbelief. 

“I watch all of your live streams. I guess you could say I’m a pretty good old friend.” You emphasized the words, pushing yourself up off the couch to stand in front of him. “Anyway, I’m gonna go to bed now. Goodnight buddy.” You patted his shoulder before walking off toward the guest bedroom, and he had been frozen in the middle of the room still until you reached the door of the guest room. 

“What… What are you doing? Why are you going in there?” He hurried over to you, his hands wrapping around your wrists to pull you away from the room. “You know I love you, right? I might not be the best at showing it, but I do…” 

You scoffed lightly, trying not to let your emotions get the best of you while standing in front of him. “Oh no, you’re wonderful at showing it inside the house. Outside though, you suck. Now I know why you don’t hold my hand in public and you don’t look at me the same. Are you embarrassed of me? Or do you just love the attention that you get from your fans so much that you don’t want to risk losing it by saying that you actually have someone?” 

“What?!” He gasped, his hands moving up to cup your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. “Where did that… Babe, you know it’s not like that.” His thumbs brushed along your cheek bones, maybe he thought he’d catch some tears, but there was nothing. Obviously you were hurt, you wanted him to be proud to be with you, you wanted him to show you off, but it’s not like crying would make that happen. He needed to want to do it himself. 

“Jongho, seriously…” You breathed out the words, your hands slowly moving up to grab his just to pull them away. “I’m not going to be exactly what you want me to be behind closed doors just so that you can treat me like nothing more than a friend outside. Maybe you’re not embarrassed or ashamed of me… But you’re not proud enough to put me before your fame. Clearly acceptance from the fans takes priority over loving me.” 

Incoherent words flew through his lips in a rush, he was stumbling over them, unable to speak fast enough. “You are my friend though… You’re my best friend…” He shook his head, his fingers combing through his hair. “You’re also the love of my life, I want to spend my life with you. You mean so much to me, and I’m not prioritizing anything over you. The guys… when they came out about their relationships… they got so much backlash, their partners said they’d leave… some of them did leave for a bit. The fans get crazy and I didn’t want you to deal with that. I was just trying to protect you, to protect us. I don’t want you to be miserable or unhappy, I don’t want you to be stalked whenever you go to the store or even just leave the house… I love you and that’s why I hide you. I don’t want you to leave, I don’t want it to become too much for you.” 

Damn if his reasoning didn’t make sense, but it did, he knew first hand through experience just how hard it was for the guys and their girlfriends to deal with the publicity. Most of them couldn’t even go out anymore, and if they did they were constantly surrounded by bodyguards. They had no privacy, they could never enjoy a normal relationship. “It wouldn’t become too much for me…” You whispered, your head lowering as you slumped against the doorframe. “I would never leave you for anything. I just… I want to be with you… I want to be able to be with you outside. I want to hold your hand, I want to be more than an old friend…” 

His bottom lip jutted out slightly as he grabbed your hands, his thumb brushed along your knuckles sadly. “You are more than that… I just don’t want you to get hurt…” One small tug of your hands had you stumbling forward, falling against his chest, and it was only then that you allowed yourself to cry. “You’re my top priority, over everything else, you are the most important thing in my life. That’s why I need to protect you.” His hands slid up your arms and over your shoulders, his finger slipping under your chin to tilt your head up. “I promise that one day, the world will know how lucky I am, they’ll know that I’m in love with my best friend, and you love me…” 

You swallowed thickly, your nose twitching as you sniffled softly. “Promise promise? Pinky promise?” You whispered, and a small smile tugged at his lips as his eyes glanced down at your hands, his free hand moving to latch his pinky around yours, bringing it up to his lips and pressing a kiss to your finger.