#sangwoo

you sighed and nodded, awkwardly laying down next to him on the bed. as your shoulders touched each other, he relaxed visibly, though he was still lying on the edge, and that scared you a little.

“stop lying on the edge like that. you’ll fall off,” you warned.

“i’m fine,” he mumbled, staring right up at the ceiling. you kept looking at him, not minding the three times he had glanced your way pointedly at all. “don’t stare.”

“hm, why not?”

“it makes me feel strange,” he said simply.

you nodded, your hands instinctively reaching to your arms to shield yourself from the cold. there was only one blanket with only one bed after all. next thing you knew, you felt the blanket being nudged towards you by youngil’s foot.

“i saw that; it’s not very subtle, you know.”

“what’s not very subtle?” he asked innocently. then he shifted his body closer to yours. “it’s not because of you, okay?” he muttered quietly. “i just didn’t feel like falling off.”

“are you asking for cuddles now?” you snickered.

“no,” he replied gruffly, though his eyes softened slightly at the sound of your silent laughter.

“nuh uh, i think you’re cold as well,” you lifted the blanket up to accommodate him as well. you then glanced at him expectantly. he hesitated for a moment before slipping under the blanket, taking the moment to tightly grasp your hand. you smiled, resting your head above his shoulder on the shared pillow.

you woke up in the middle of the night to find him softly murmuring your name in his sleep. he looked peaceful, beautifully so. you brushed your hand on his chest to wrap it around him, and felt him waking up as well.

“hush, go back to sleep,” you whispered to him, and he raised an eyebrow at nothing in particular. his eyes were still closed. then he let out a tiny giggle and tightened his grip on your hands.

the guards executed this one perfectly, right as per orders from the frontman; hwang inho will make sure to reward them later, but for now he’d rather stay in this shared bed with you by his side.

seong gihun / 456

“i guess it can’t be helped then,” gihun said simply, sitting you down on his bed and pulling the covers over you. “sorry if i snore by the way.”

“what do you mean? where will you be sleeping?”

“on the floor, of course.”

“no, you’re not,” you shook your head, patting the empty space beside you. “i still have some place left here for someone.”

“oh, then let me find someone who can’t find a partn—”

you pulled the man down onto the bed, his face crashing against the pillow. throwing the covers over him as well, you turned to face him, muttering, “you really aren’t the sharpest tool in the shed.”

“no, uhm, what if i hog the blanket? that would be unpleasant—”

“i can live with that.”

gihun blinked rapidly. “i don’t think i should be sleeping. what if someone attacks?”

“relax, they’re keeping watch.”

“i think i should keep watch with them,” gihun gulped at your proximity.

“well, i don’t. and you need sleep; have you seen yourself?” you laughed.

gihun beamed at the sound. “then how about I tell you a story?”

“a story?”

“yeah, to make you happy.”

“why though?” you said tiredly.

“to make you laugh. i like seeing you laugh,” he said genuinely, and you nodded in response. his eyes lit up and he began, “so there was this one cow, and it had a baby cat—”

…

“gihun?”

he snored.

“gihun!”

he snored again.

did he really fall asleep mid-sentence? you sighed, shaking your head before snuggling up to him. he unconsciously draped an arm over you in his sleep.

throughout the night, he kept tossing and turning, before—

smack !

you clutched your face where gihun’s hand had just made contact. before letting out the loud cuss you wanted to, you peeked over to see if he was asleep. and sure enough, if the snores hadn’t let it be known earlier, then the closed eyes did.

“this dumbass,” you muttered, nuzzling your face into his side.

but what could you do either way? if you complained, he’d be mortified and force you to switch places, and you’d lose a chance to cuddle with him. so you instead figured the occasional smacking would be worth being the first person to see his hair sticking out in every direction with his sheepish grin in the morning.

a/n: i’ve only got hcs for the others; sorry guys i prefer my old men inho and gihun :P

daeho / 388

he insists on taking the less comfortable side of the bed

even if that meant he barely has any space MY GNELTMAN

at some point his hand will brush yours (because its an ff duh) and he’ll get all startled like :O

but he won’t move away because he decides he likes it

we all know the trauma this man carries :( so don’t be surprised when his grip on your hand loosens in the middle of the night and his face scrunches up because he’s having a nightmare

just please cuddle with him :(( he’ll try to play it off like it’s nothing but know better!

when you quietly offer comfort, his defenses will crumble, and he’ll whisper a quiet thank you to you

in the morning he’ll wake up before you and realize just how close the two of you are.

he’s been bearhugging you in his sleep and you’re reciprocating it? hes so confused like ??????? do you wanna get choked or sum yes you do

he’ll just quietly stare at you as if he’s in a daze. he’s got that lovesick smile and all, just silently looking at you like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen you are

he just as silently fixes the blanket on you because he wants to offer as much comfort as you did last night to him

then he’ll gently apologize to you for disturbing you, smiling to himself when you grumble in your sleep

sangwoo / 218

this little shit

he’ll pretend not to care about you or about the bed or about the entire situation at all

but you can see how he tries to be as subtle as possible when adjusting the pillow under your head to make sure you’re comfortable

you’re practically begging him to accept his feelings atp but this man is a menace

as soon as he saw the one bed he started calculating how much space you’ll take and how much he’ll get

if you shift closer in your sleep he’ll freeze for a moment but he won’t pull away

if you move a lot in your sleep he won’t say anything just yet

but expect to be bombarded with complaints when you wake up in the morning

he watches you out of the corner of his eye, something he describes as “just trying to protect you” by “keeping watch” but you know he’s just dazzled by your beauty who isnt

he’ll lie awake for a while staring up at that huge piggy bank that his future lies in, and he knows he can’t love you like he wants to, but he hopes that just this once his brain will accept what his heart feels

when the sunlight hits his face in the morning, he’ll look so peaceful that it makes even ali question his mood

all the while gihun is just staring in horror at sangwoo like he got some puss

ali / 199

THE POOKIEST POOKIE

he’s so shy UGH i jus wanna gobble him up sjsjsjkgnskjn

but he can’t help smiling softly when he realizes how comfortable you seem to be around him

he’ll offer to sleep on the cold hard floor and insists you take the blanket for yourself, but duh you don’t allow that

so with a grin on his face he lies down next to you

he asks you if you need more space at least 10 times, he’s that nervous

the blanket stays on you though, he can’t risk you feeling cold or uncomfy because of him GNELTMENANN

he’ll stay awake if you want someone to talk to, or to make sure you’re warm enough, or even just to admire you

but if you don’t want that, he’ll pull an aurora and fall asleep so quickly you don’t even realize it

his hand stays brushing against yours under the blanket though, and you feel so warm and fuzzy next to him

he’s a snuggler, so there’ll be times where he’ll shift very close to you in his sleep, not realizing the hand he’s keeping on your waist or the head he’s resting on your chest

someone points it out in the morning and he’s so flustered he apologizes profusely even though you keep telling him you didn’t mind it all

definitely says something like “i slept with you, remember?” because he doesn’t realize it’s an innuendo

hwang in-ho

• preference: receiving. especially after a long day of work, in-ho wants you on your knees for him. he’ll walk into the penthouse, door slamming shut— and that’s your clue. he rarely slams the door. he sets his mask down on the table and you’re already on your knees, fumbling to undo the button of his pants.

• other times, while he watches the first game on his leather seat, he’ll have you draped over his lap, your mouth working lazily on him. his fingers tangle into your hair, tugging a bit tighter when you do something he likes.

• that being said, he’s so good at giving too. in-ho doesn’t want you to feel used, so he usually always reciprocates. he always unravels you slowly. his kisses are teasing and on your inner thigh. when his tongue finally begins to work on you it’s slow and teasing, just so he can hear your soft whimpers and begs for him.

cho sang-woo

• preference: receiving. he still tries to be gentle with you in these moments, his fingers just barely touching your face to brush some hair out of your face. but sometimes he gets so lost in the moment, he might fuck up into you.

• sometimes when he’s working at home, he’ll have you crawl under his desk. he doesn’t find it too distracting, but sees it more as a stress reliever. but if he’s on a business call and you begin to tease him, best believe you’re getting punished afterwards.

• when he eats you out, he goes slow. he pays attention to every reaction, like he’s studying you. every hitch of your breath or subtle jerk of your hips. that’s exactly how he learns what you like so well.

kang dae-ho

• preference: giving. a munch!!! he gets messy with it and doesn’t even care. the type of guy who likes to give you head. not necessarily because you taste so sweet (which you do) but because he loves making you feel good.

• dae-ho will practically beg to be between your legs. he doesn’t mind if you’re just laying in bed, scrolling on your phone, while he eats you out. and he definitely likes it when you tug on his hair a little bit.

• dae-ho doesn’t really know what to do when you give him head. he feels bad pulling on your hair, so his hands will sort of be all over the place. he swears that it’s one of the best feelings in the world and will probably cum quickly.

hwang jun-ho

• preference: giving. lowkey might be the type to wake you up by eating you out (with your prior consent ofc!) he’ll crawl under the covers, lazily pushing your panties to one side, and kiss your core softly.

• absolutely loves it when you sit on his face. if you’re too scared to put weight on him, he’ll literally pull you down. he loves it when you grind on him and just use his mouth.

• when you give him head, he generally just lets you do your own thing. his fingers will tangle into your hair, but not to pull on it or guide you, just to play with it.

thanos (choi su-bong)

• preference: receiving. thanos loves having you give him head everywhere. in his car, in his dressing room, before going on stage, it really doesn’t matter.

• also definitely the type to film you sucking him off. he has a private album in his phone with 30+ videos of you sucking him off, doe eyes blinking up to the camera. he watches them when he’s on away on tour.

• also really likes it when you sit on him. he’ll grab your thighs and pull you down on top of him. he does still like to be in control, though, and might tease you a little bit. if you move to much, he’ll slap your ass. but honestly, if he dies between your thighs, he’s a happy man.

namgyu

• preference: receiving. namgyu can definitely be rough with you. he’ll pull on your hair, and sometimes hold your head down. he loves to see you choke on his cock and the slight run of your mascara when you do.

• he loves loves eye contact. if your eyes flicker down for just a moment, that’s when he tugs on your hair. to him, it’s the prettiest you’ve ever looked.

• like i said, namgyu can be rough, even when he’s eating you out. there’s no buildup, no teasing, no soft kisses. he just goes straight in. and he’s the type of guys to use both his tongue and fingers..

the salesman

• preference: receiving. he’ll come home from a long day of work, fingers already reaching to loosen his tie. once it’s undone, he’ll use it tie your wrists behind your back and then help you onto your knees.

• has so many toys and uses them on you. whether it’s a blindfold or handcuffs or literally anything else. if you’re blindfolded, he’ll help guide your head up and down, but after a while he really just wants to use your mouth.

• honestly? he probably rarely gives you head😭 and when he does, it’s almost torturous. he’s so skilled with his tongue, and he knows it too. he’ll either overstimulate you to the point where you’re trying to clamp your thighs shut around his head, in which he’ll hold them open with his hands, or will get you right to the edge and then walk away. (as long as you beg properly, he’ll probably come back though)

lee myung-gi

• preference: both. so that being said…

• when you suck him off, his mind practically goes blank. he leans his head back, eyes closing shut. he’s not generally very vocal during sex, but this might be one of the few times where you hear him moan.

• i just know he’s so good at giving head. he’s so calculated with his movements, first starting slow with soft kisses and licks to your core, before slowing inserting a finger in you and sucking on your clit.

gyeong-seok

• preference: giving. literally so sweet and gentle with you. he always starts slow, pressing kisses down your whole body.

• he usually always does what you want, whether you tug on his hair to let him know to keep doing what he’s doing, or breathe out a small “faster,” he always pays attention to what you want.

The door creaks open. The sound slices through the silence like a whisper, yet it feels like a lullaby. Tears blur your vision as the cold runs through your veins, a sweet ache you’ve come to crave. You’re shivering, not from fear, but from the anticipation of her shadow filling the room.

You lift your eyes. It’s her. After a long day. She came back, still with you. Or maybe it’s you — still there, still waiting, still chained in the dark. like a touch you’ve learned to mistake for comfort.

You could escape. You know that. Somewhere in the back of your mind, the thought flickers like a dying flame. But you smother it. Because this isn’t just pain; it’s devotion. This isn’t just a cell; it’s a sanctuary. You are worthy of her.

So you stay. And you'll breath as long as you can, just to be with her for a little while longer. Each breath hurts, but it’s hers. As long as you’re with her, everything feels alright, to feel her presence, to dream of her even with your eyes open, it was enough, enough for someone like you.

Lara’s eyes fall on you. Eyes that once lit up a room, a stage, a camera now sink into shadow, it darkened, cold and sharp. She looks at you with nothing but disgust—disgust at what you’ve become, at how far you’ve fallen. Disgust that people like you even exist. And yet, she enjoys it; the power.

You look at her. For the first time in so long, your eyes meet. Hers are filled with disgust, laced with something darker—lust hidden behind contempt. Yours, however, are pure. Full of love. Full of comfort,

as if the chains around you doesn't even exist.

Your lips tremble, your voice breaking into the silence.

“You… you came back…”

The words slip out, shaky yet hopeful, glowing with admiration, obsession.

Lara’s eyes rest on you, steady and unshaken. She doesn’t need to shout. Her words alone are enough to crush you, or yet, to make you fold.

“No. I didn’t come back for you. I just wanted to see what you’ve turned into. And now I see it… a pitiful thing, chained and smiling, like a dog that doesn’t know it’s already lost.” Lara smirks at her own words, proud of the knife she’s just twisted. Her eyes never leave yours.

You break, your voice cracking as it leaves your throat.

“If you can’t love me… then just let me go!”

She chuckles, soft at first, then lets out a low laugh that chills you more than a scream ever could.

“Let you go? So what? So you can ruin me? As if you could actually live without me.” She leans closer, her voice still calm, still cutting.

“You’re pathetic, as pathetic as anyone else Y/N. Don’t flatter yourself. I know you can escape. You just don’t want to.”

You sit in silence, wrists trembling as the chains fall away. For a moment, you almost believe you’re free. But the way she looks at you makes your chest tighten. Her eyes are cold, sharp, pressing down on you harder than the metal ever did. Her smirk lingers, cruel and patient.

“You want me to let you go?” Her voice is soft, steady, terrifying. She tilts her head, never breaking eye contact. “Then go.”

The word hangs in the air like a curse. Your body won’t move. The room feels smaller, the darkness heavier. Freedom is right there… yet you’re still trapped.

You sit frozen for what feels like forever, your mind empty, your chest tight. A minute, an hour—you can’t tell anymore. Finally, you force yourself to move.

Your legs tremble as you push yourself up. They feel weak, useless, as if they’ve forgotten how to stand. You’ve been kneeling here for so long—months, maybe years—you don’t even know anymore.

The ground feels strange beneath your feet, almost foreign, like it doesn’t belong to you. Each step is unsteady, like you’re walking on air, or in someone else’s body. You don’t understand. You don’t remember.

And behind you, she waits. Silent. Watching. Her presence presses against your back heavier than the chains ever did.

Her voice drips into the silence, smooth and merciless.

“You want me to let go of you… fine.”

You barely have time to breathe before the air shifts. A sudden shadow looms, and then it hits— A bat, heavy and unforgiving, crushing against the side of your skull. The sound is sickening, a dull crack that vibrates through your bones. For a heartbeat, you swear you hear your head split open, like glass breaking under too much pressure. Heat floods down your face, warm and wet, while a cold numbness spreads inside your skull.

Your knees buckle. The ground rises to meet you, but you can’t even brace yourself. The world tilts, blurs, spins out of focus. The last thing you see is her figure standing over you, calm, almost bored, her eyes still burning with that cruel light. Then everything disappears. Darkness swallows you whole.

Unconscious. Silent. Gone.

You saw the light. You saw the darkness. For a moment, you thought you had finally escaped the curse, Lara.

At first, you were like everybody else. You idolized her. You loved her. You wanted to be close. You wanted to be with her. So you followed her.

But you were reckless. You had no life of your own—You made her your world. You fell into her charm on screen, and she enlightened your delusions. She became your comfort, your universe. The perfect figure. The dream.

But it wasn’t enough. Watching her wasn’t enough. You dug deeper. You went too far. While searching for heaven, you crossed a line, in which leads you to hell. A mistake. She was like Lucifer—an angel, beautiful, impossible to resist. She took you in, it was a opportunity. Once a fan. Now a prisoner.

A sting. At first, it was nothing, almost gentle. But when your eyes opened again, it crashed over you. The pain. The weight. You couldn’t move. Your body wouldn’t answer. Paralyzed. Helpless.

And there she was. Still watching.

Some parts of you are… missing. You can’t tell where they went, only that you’re not whole anymore. Something is dripping — red, warm at times, dark at most — sliding down your skin. Your head spins, too light and too heavy all at once. Your skull feels cracked open, like it’s holding more than it can bear. Tears blur your vision, hot and useless, sliding down to mix with the blood on your face. You try to scream, but your throat won’t obey. Only a dry gasp escapes. Your mouth tastes of iron. You feel something sharp digging into you — a cut, a tear — but your nerves can’t keep up. The pain comes in flashes, too much to process, then nothing at all, like your body is giving up on telling you what’s left. Your vision fractures. Shapes twist into shadows, the room bending around you. You see glimpses — her outline, her hands.

You hear her singing. At first it’s soft, like a lullaby floating through the dark. Her voice — angelic, pure — it doesn’t belong in this place, not with the blood pooling beneath you. She hums Loving You, the tune warm, sweet, almost tender. Each note feels wrong, like silk draped over a corpse. Her humming wraps around you, pressing into the cracks of your broken body, soothing and suffocating all at once. Your vision blurs, the room sways, and for a moment you forget the pain. For a moment you almost believe she loves you, that the chains, the bruises, the blood are proof of it.

But then you hear her laughter break through the melody — low, cold, amused. She keeps singing, but now it feels mocking, a lullaby twisted into a funeral hymn. Your body twitches at the sound, but you can’t move. You can’t fight. You can only watch as she crouches just far enough away that her face is hidden in the dark. But her eyes — her eyes shine. Cold. Curious. Like she’s studying a painting she’s not finished with yet.

Then she whispers, soft and low, almost tender:

“See? Even broken, you can’t leave me.”

The words crawl into your ears, wrapping tight around your failing heart.