#kactor x reader

   He notices you staring, a small smile forming on his lips, before you look away, your eyes now staring up at the numbers counting down at a leisurely pace. He’s attractive, but something about him screams dangerous and you really do wish the elevator would hurry up so you can be done with this strange basement jaunt. Closing your eyes you imagine walking to your car and driving to the toll gate before the feeling of fresh air hits your face and you are free.

   Instead you open your eyes to find the elevator's electronic screen reads '17' and you could have sworn it was less than that before. You sigh, risking a glance back over your left shoulder. Your eyes widen before you look back to the front of the lift.

   He’s still staring at you with that small smile on his face, as if he hasn’t moved the entire time since you last looked. You’re not sure if you should be worried. The reasonable explanation is that he saw your head starting to turn and he smiled in preparation of your eyes meeting.

   Yes, that must be it.

   Although how could that be it when you didn’t move your head? He somehow sensed your eye movement?

   Right as you are about to turn to look at him, your body jerks forward. The elevator lurches to a stop, the number above the buttons frozen on 13. Terrific. Because of course the hellevator will stop on the 13th floor.

   “Is it stuck?” You say out loud while pushing the open and close buttons repeatedly with your middle and index fingers before spinning around.

   “We should use the call button and let them know.”

   His words, although soft spoken, are clear and firm as he motions towards the control panel. You look at it, scanning desperately over the buttons. There is no button that says call. What is he talking about? Where is the escape button? The help button? The 'I’m fucked down here, can anyone hear me' button?

   He points to the button with the telephone image. “That one.”

   “Thanks,” you mumble and hold the button down, embarrassed at how long it took you to find such an obvious thing. Stupid button should be bigger. It should be at the top. It should be more accessible.

   “Yes, hello, we are stuck." You explain the situation to the disinterested lady on the other end.

   “Stuck, huh?”

   “Yeah.” You shake your head and, turning back, he gives you a slight shrug.

   “Are you alone?”

   “There’s two of us here.”

   “Do you both live in the building?”

   “I don’t know, we don’t-”

   “I live here.” A faint aroma of cedar and ginger drift over as he leans closer to you to be heard by the attendant across the static-filled connection. “Seo Moon Jo.”

   “Oh. Mr. Seo. I’ll alert the maintenance team. It shouldn’t take long.”

   “Thank you,” he says, nodding at you before withdrawing from your space, leaving behind a hint of musk in his wake.

   “Can they not see us?” You ask after a few moments of silence. “I thought for sure a place like this would have cameras in the elevator.”

   “They do. Pretty sure they mostly just keep the recordings for emergencies.”

   “Emergencies?”

   “You know,” he says, this time his teeth peek out as he smiles. “If someone was attacked, or something.”

   “Something,” you whisper. “I hope it doesn’t take long. I don’t like being in confined, closed-off places. Tiny little spaces with nowhere to run. Tight spaces in creepy places with no escape.”

   “That’s unfortunate.” He leans back against the wall with a leisurely smile. “We could be here awhile.”

   Shuffling back and forth on the tips of your toes in an attempt to avoid pressure on your aching heels, you ask, “So you live here?”

   “You could say that,” he says, running a hand through his shoulder length black locks. “It’s one of my buildings. But I like to consider myself as a creator of sorts. I assemble, disassemble and recreate.”

   “Oh. Wow.”

   “Why are you here?”

   “Oh.” Trying to ignore the heat fanning across your cheeks you mumble, “I was visiting a friend.”

   “Ah, a call girl?”

   “Excuse me?”

   “Sorry, am I wrong?” His eyes glide over your body, the tight silky red fabric that covers your intimates but not much else. The quirk of his eyebrow is an assault. This rich bastard thinks he’s got you all figured out.

   “Yes. You’re wrong.” The heat is spreading to your ears and the back of your neck. Trying to stay calm, you look back to the front of the elevator. The little 13 is blinking now, taunting, adding to your current torment. “I’m glad I don’t live here.”

   “I doubt you could afford it. Not on a call girl's salary.”

   “I’m not!” You spin on your heels to face him before flinching back, pain radiating up your body. Squatting down, your fingers dig into your right ankle as you wait for the pain to pass. These shoes are the literal devil.

   The pain starts to elevate. Your hands rest on your knees as you dare to take a peek up at the pretentious prick who hasn’t uttered a word.

   His eyes are on you, his head cocked to the side, making you feel like a lab rat on display. He doesn’t make a move to help you up, his body pressing against the cool mirrors crowding around you. He’s not doing anything. He doesn’t have to. You feel so small on the ground.

   “What?” You ask while untying the straps of your heels, slipping them off to reveal a popped blister. Usually you would have a mini first aid kit in your bag, but the tiny handheld purse you brought instead just ‘popped’ with this outfit. You just had to wear it. You groan inwardly before pulling yourself up and looking over at Mr. Seo “You have something you want to say?”

   “Not really.”

   Is this guy for real?

   Holding the red heels with two fingers you turn back to the front in an attempt to avoid having to deal with him, learning quickly that staying on the balls of your feet is the least painful way to stand. You really want to sit down, but with how tight your dress is you decide against it. You try to ignore the awkward silence building to a deafening height, crawling around you like a boa constrictor, leeching the very air from the room.

   “Have you ever been stuck in an elevator before?” His voice invades the quiet area, vibrating off the walls as if you are both at the bottom of a deep well. It’s soft yet strong enough to pierce through your conflicting thoughts, the kind of voice that commands attention.

   “When I was young. I don’t really remember it.”

   “Probably blocked it out.”

   “Why do you say that?” You turn to face him, your free hand on your hip while a frowns crawls across your face.

   “You don’t like small spaces. It was probably pretty traumatic for a child.”

   “I guess,” you say before sighing and pressing the open button a few more times. “How long do you think this will take?”

   “I’m sure it won’t be long.”

   A loud buzzing sound interrupts the conversation before the elevator is plunged into darkness causing a squeal of alarm to exit your quivering lips. The elevator makes another buzzing sound then the room turns a shade of red. The lights flicker a few more times before ascending into darkness once more. After several moments you realize the lights aren’t coming back on.

   “You have got to be kidding me,” you say, loosening your grip on the heels, jumping at the sound of them thudding against the floor. “Are you still there?”

   “Where else would I be?”

   You don’t bother to respond, his voice bringing more comfort than you were expecting.

   “Are you okay?”

   “Of course,” you answer, placing your hands flush against the wall behind you. “Do you think the whole building lost power?”

   “Unlikely. The building has backups. In fact, the elevator should too. I wonder if it has something to do with it being stuck. I’ll have to get a technician to look into it.”

   “Yeah, we wouldn’t want anyone to feel uncomfortable. Wouldn’t want to upset the tenants.” It comes out callous. Maybe you mean it, maybe you’re just scared after a horrendous morning. Maybe you don’t really care about the people who live in this building when they are safe in their fancy apartments and you are stuck in the lift of doom.

   “I’m sorry this is happening. It’s an error in the design.”

   The words take a moment to sink in. He’s trying to calm you down. He’s being kind. “You can’t help it if the power goes out.”

   You hear him hum before the elevator buzzes, lighting up red again, and you see his face. His eyes are on your own. The lift plunges into darkness once more. Right as you are about to laugh it off, you lurch forward, propelled by the sudden drop of the elevator.

   “Oh my god,” you exclaim, hurtling across the room, you fling yourself against him, one hand on his arm, the other clawing at his side, both hands crumpling up the soft material of his suit. “Is it falling?!”

   “It’s okay,” he says, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, his hand patting the back of your head. “They are just working on getting the elevator opened so we can get out.”

   “We’re going to die in this elevator.”

   “No, we won’t. Take a few deep breaths. You're okay.” He curls his other arm around your waist, his other still occupied with your hair, pulling you into his chest. He’s warm. You relax, melting into him, his breath whispering across your bare neck. “Take a moment. Breathe. In and out.”

   “I’m scared.”

   “Don’t be. I got you.”

   “You won’t let anything bad happen to me?”

   “Never.”

   Peeking your head up, the darkness coupled with his strong embrace that surrounds you makes you feel brave and you reach up to touch his face. When he doesn’t halt your movement, you continue to trace your fingertips across his features, lingering on his mouth, on his full lips.

   He captures your hand in a swift motion before pulling you up, his breath against your lips. He’s still. He’s waiting for you. Winding your free hand around his neck you run your tongue along his lips before kissing him, soft at first, savoring his taste. He releases your hand and you pull him closer, biting his bottom lip and then deepening the kiss. Your tongues greet one another, turning into an intricate dance for two until you feel dizzy, the shared breath not enough to sustain you.

   Pulling back, you pant softly. Running a trail of kisses along his jaw that leads right up to his ear, you nibble on his lobe before pushing him back against the wall. Your hand finds his hard cock tight against his suit pants. He’s excited. So are you.

   Running your hands over his body, you moan, desperate for comfort, for the distraction. You want to be distracted. You want to be touched. You want him.

   “Is it wrong that I want you to fuck me right now?” You whisper the words against his collarbone as you lick the dips and curves, the salt from his skin on your lips.

   “Is it wrong to listen to your desires? The compulsion from within? It’s a part of the flesh. It’s in our DNA, a part of our very flesh and bones,” he says, his fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you back to his lips.

   You suck on his tongue, only half listening, before pulling away to ask, “So you won’t stop me?”

   “Why would I stop you? It’s our purpose - it’s like destiny.”

   His hands roam over your body before slipping under your dress, one of his hands holds your head in place as his tongue entices your lips open. The other hand captures your entire attention as it snakes its way up your dress, his fingers gentle against your lips. Swirling back and forth, he takes his time to touch every inch of your flesh, the barrier of your panties making the moment intimate. The lack of skin to skin contact. The way he teases your clit as if he was the one who made the manual for your body. Every movement makes you pant for more.

   Huh. Wait a second. Back it up. What did he say?

   You try to recall his words but only a general sense of what he was saying comes to your mind, the intensity of his words lost as he hikes you up against him, your legs dangling as he pins you against the wall.

   “God, you’re beautiful.”

   “You can’t see me,” you murmur against his lips, your hips grinding against his cock.

   “I remember what you looked like before the lights went out,” he says, a chuckle tickling his throat.

   Slipping your hands under the soft jacket, you free him of the material, it now lost to the darkness. His fingers trail along the rim of your dress, the anticipation building, before bunching it up along your waist. Contorting your body, your hands find his belt. Releasing the buckle with a snap, you whip the leather free from the loops one by one.

   “I’ve waited for this for so long.” His fingers curl around your throat as he whispers your name, his breath tickling your neck before he nibbles on the shell of your ear. The air slows. The beating of your heart pulses from the friction of his cock against your panties. You’re not sure how your pulse ended up there, throbbing against your pussy, but now it’s an itch that needs to be scratched.

   Hitched breaths come out like sobs from your moist lips. With your eyes cemented on his, you trace your fingertips down his chest. Popping the button of his pants then the zipper, a grin on your lips before you fall back against the wall, legs, though slack, still around his waist as bright flashes light up your vision. Shallow breaths. Your life in his hands. Your pussy wet.

   The lights flicker before illuminating the room. The reflective walls reveal your smudged makeup, the imperfections you pretend not to notice on display. His hands are still around your neck and he's wearing a wide grin on his face. It’s terrifying.

   Slinking back, with what might be your last breath, you push your fists against his chest. He releases you, helping you pull your dress back into place. Gulping precious air, you’re about to thank him when you realize something.

   “How do you know my name?”

   “Sorry?” He quirks his brow, his disinterested eyes boring down on you, his soft pants matching your own. His eyes hold a mystery that you’re not sure you want to unleash. Yet how can you stop now?

   “You said my name. I never told you my name.”

   “You didn’t?” He asks, holding the innocent look for another moment before a smile lights up his face, spreading quickly until it reaches across from sparkling eyes to gleaming teeth. “Oops.”

   Gulping, you reach for the call button but before you’re half way he picks you up. The limited air from your recovering lungs gushes out as you hit the wall. One of his hands holds you up by the throat, level to his face, the fingers of his other hand outline your lips. Flinging your legs uselessly, you dig your fingernails into the hand stifling your air flow but to no avail, his face an unmoving mask and his body a statue.

   “Please,” you sputter out, the lack of air no longer a turn on.

   “I didn’t want to meet like this. I wanted this to be special but you’re like a bitch in heat.”

   He releases his grip, letting you almost crumble to the floor. His fingers dig into the flesh of your hips before turning your body away, your distorted features captured perfectly in the mirror now warped from the weight of your body. Wild eyes stare back at you. As you realize they are your own, his hand tangles in your hair and pulls you back to look at him.

   “Let me go.” The words gurgle over the bulge of your throat, hissing through your teeth.

   “You didn’t want to stop before,” he says, his tongue exploring your neck. He loosens his grip, allowing you to breathe while digging his teeth into the crook of your neck, ignoring your cry of pain. “You coiled around me like a snake devouring its prey.”

   “That was before I realized you’re a fucking creep,” you spit the words, struggling against him. “Let me go before the goddamn doors open.”

   “Before the doors open?” He chuckles, pinning your hands behind your back with one hand and hitching your dress up with the other. “The doors aren’t going to open until I tell them to open.”

   “What?”

   “Such a pretty face,” he hums, tugging on your panties.

   Bucking your body back and forth, you attempt to get out of his grasp, but just as you free yourself his hands twist around your neck. Tight. Too tight. His grip keeps fastening around your flesh until you begin to see spots.

   “Why are you fighting? You want me just as much as I want you.” Releasing you before you pass out his hand instead slithers into your underwear brushing over your clit, entering your folds with ease. “Look how wet you are. You are practically dripping for me.”

   “Get your hand off me, you fucking perv!”

   “I’m going to have to wash that pretty mouth out with cum.” In one swift movement he pulls his hand back, spins you around and pushes you to the floor.

   “I’ll fucking kill you.” Pushing yourself back, you shake your head back and forth before you're pushed firm against the wall, your knees scratching against the unforgiving surface, as you try to prolong the inevitable.

   “Be a good girl,” he says, caressing the side of your face. “You’ll suffer if you bite, beautiful.”

there’s a heavy feeling in ji-cheol’s chest when he stirs awake and sees you peacefully slumbering beside him, once that’s unfamiliar and not at the same time. it’s not an unpleasant sensation, but it weighs on him and has him pondering about where he was going to go from here.

ever since he’s been launched into the spotlight, he’s been well-known among the people to equally as mysterious as he was famous, especially about his personal life and his romantic relationships. he has dozens of dating rumors rise throughout the years with various co-stars, but he’s never really confirmed or denied any of them, leaving nosy fans constantly speculating and wondering about his life outside of his acting career. it was a rather bizarre change to him at first, unable to fathom why people were so interested in the details off camera, but he’s grown used to it as he aged, chalking it up to natural human curiosities despite becoming increasingly annoying. 

it was far when he was actually in a relationship at the moment and was trying to hide it from the public, and it wasn’t exactly an uncommon occurrence for things to end because keeping things under wraps was just too stressful for both parties with the love and passion they had never been enough to keep things going before things started collapsing. eventually, now that he’s a few years into his forties, he has just accepted that a lasting love and romance that lasted for more than two years might not be for him if he wanted to keep his occupation, forever doomed to be a bachelor, desired by all, yet never to truly love and be loved enough to persist through the struggles. 

that’s why, when you entered his life with the transition from co-workers to lovers happening in the blink of an eye, he was always worried and holding himself back, worried and fully expecting the relationship to fall apart like it always did. frankly, it’s mentally exhausting to be in a serious relationship while simultaneously being scared that things would end too soon. your companies were strict about dating policies, you had to constantly tiptoe in public in dread of being recognized, social media users were always circulating posts full of random gossip, and things were becoming increasingly difficult to maintain when he wanted to hang on so desperately. 

even when you got in bed together and spent the night full of passion, he was clingy and treated it like it would be your last moments together, like you were going to slip through his fingers like sand before he even knew it. thankfully, you’re one of the most sympathetic and compassionate he’s ever come across, fully understanding the reasons behind his uncharacteristic mannerisms. he always seems to be so calm and collected, maintaining an indifferent persona to sell his detached image, but in truth, he can be rather sensitive and sentimental, especially about the things that are important to him. 

when he’s looking at you like this, reaching out to brush some stray pieces of hair away so that he can see your face properly, he feels a confusing blend of affection and dejection. it’s a sight that he yearns to see every morning for the rest of his life, but he wonders if life will tear the two of you away from each other. while your bond is strong at the moment, your careers in the spotlight cause a lot of unpredictability, and a single strong wave could easily destroy everything that he desires to protect if he isn’t careful. the majority of his relationships ended around this time as well, at the two-year mark, when the pressure would start to crack either party, which was the last thing he wanted to repeat when it came to you.

just then, you started to stir, stretching out your body and letting the thin blanket fall away and exposing your upper nude form to his eyes, letting out a soft groan as you turned your head to look at him properly, “what are you thinking about? you’ve been staring for five minutes now.”

“... nothing serious… were you awake this whole time?”

you couldn’t help but let out a giggle when his hesitation was clear because of how he was looking disrespectfully instead of answering, “yeah, i was wondering if you were going to tell me a secret about how you felt about you. you know, like in those dramas they’re making nowadays.”

“i don’t keep any secrets from you,” he grumbled.

“oh?”

“... nothing that you haven’t already figured out, anyway.”

before you could give a response, he moved to pull you closer to him, rolling over on his back so that you were on top of him and pressing kisses all over your face while you tried to squirm out of his grasp and playfully push him away, “ack, quit it, we both have morning breath, let me go to the bathroom before you start anything.” 

“don’t leave me, please.”

you were initially going to make fun of him for being so whiny so early in the morning, but you could hear the more deeply-set fear in his voice, as if you were going to be leaving forever. normally, people would say that you’re thinking too much into it, but ever since you started dating him, you quickly learned to trust your instincts. still, you weren’t going to let the playful mood be ruined by the severity of insecurity, pressing your finger into his forehead and continuing to squirm around, “i’m just going to the bathroom real quick, i’ll be back before you know it. no one is getting me to leave you that easily, i love you more than you realize, do you know that?”

he hesitated for a moment, allowing your words to fully sink in. it’s the most prominent exchange you two have had about his insecurities about things ending because of outside influences, but hearing that assurance from your mouth was comforting in a way that couldn’t be put into words. 

“i know that now… and i love you too, more than anything else in the world…”

request:

Could you write a fluff for either gong yoo or wi ha jun it could be a little spicy but you can pick the plot love youuuuu❤️

he’s not sure what’s gotten into him this morning, but he was in a rather mischievous mood today. there was already a cocky little smile on his handsome face that you haven’t noticed yet as he leaned against the kitchen counter while sipping on his coffee, watching you sluggishly stroll into the light of the room. you looked so cute with your hair sticking out in all directions, rubbing one of your eyes sleepily, wearing nothing but one of his t-shirts that was comically long on your frame and reached your thighs like a dress. “good morning, honey.”

the reminder of how tiny you were in comparison to him gave him an idea.

“good morning,” you murmured softly, your mind still half enveloped in sleep with your body moving on its own. you drew close to him, standing on your tiptoes with your head tilted upward and eyes closed, anticipating for him to lean down and meet you in the middle with a kiss as was your usual routine. 

except this kiss never came, and you opened your eyes with a little pout and slightly furrowed brows. he was clearly biting back a childish giggle, unable to hide his amusement despite being a world-renowned actor. “what’s wrong? aren’t you going to kiss me?”

“are you being serious?”

he cracked a chuckle, taunting you by puckering his lips while standing up straight. “dead serious.”

you bit the inside of your cheek, trying once again to elevate yourself by standing on your toes and wrapping your arms around his neck in an attempt to pull him down to your level. still, he didn’t budge, and his stupid grin was only growing wider at how goddamn adorable you were in his perspective. all you could reach was his lower jaw, just short of his lips.

“come on, don’t be a dick!” you whined. “are you really going to make me get a ladder?”

“oh? are you too short to kiss me?”

“don’t piss me off— obviously, i’m too short to kiss you!” the statement solidified your suspicions that he was trying to get a raise out of you, which you normally didn’t mind since being an annoyance at his grown-age was sort of a love language of his, but it was way too early for this. he frequently teases you for your height, even before you started dated, always using your head as an armrest and purposefully putting items just out of your reach so that you would need to jump or climb something to reach it. “just to remind you, i’m average height. you’re the one who’s a giraffe masquerading as a human!”

that broke him, bursting out in laughter at your little insult. it made you roll your eyes playfully, ready to walk off and get ready for the day. before you could take more than two steps, he tutted and grabbed your wrist, pulling you back to him in a single fluid motion and finally placed a loving kiss on your lips. he didn’t stop or let go of you until he felt you go slack in his arms and kiss him back, indicating that you surrendered yourself and had forgiven him for his teasing.

“you’re lucky you’re so handsome,” you scoffed, pressing your finger into his forehead and pushing him off you with a giggle.