#woosang streaming

lee kangsoo

would find amusement in a possessive girlfriend (he loves it)!

sometimes he'd turn off his phone, while away, just to get a rise out of you.

in prison, you'd write him letters everyday, visit, and put tons of money in his commissary account.

with his yadang work, you are EXTRA controlling over his safety.

kangsoo will chuckle whenever you ask him about who he's texting or meeting up with.

kangsoo does tell you^

you'd leave your personal belongings (lipgloss, explicit polaroid picture, clothing articles) in his car so others knew that he was taken.

kangsoo is very possessive as well, so the two of you match.

"who is that girl chohoon and you were talking about?"

"who's cock does this belong to, kangsoo?"

"yours, fu-fff-fuck! all yours baby."

kang daeho

at first, he'd be confused.

don't you trust him?

you do.

it took a while before daeho started to realize that you just love him so much, and his safety is as important to you as your own.

especially with his upbringing, you feel the need to shield him from the world's evils.

daeho feels warm and fuzzy whenever you cling onto him tightly in public, letting people know that he is yours.

you gave him the password to your phone, knowing he'd give you the password to his.

being controlling turns him on in bed

sub!daeho

daeho feels cherished knowing that he is worthy enough for someone to want to proudly show him off.

han beomwoo

he started off as the controlling one.

so, seeing you being possessive makes him amused.

beomwoo loves when his phone blows up with messages from you, asking him when he is getting home.

when he is around businesswomen or women chef's, your controlling behaviors get worse.

beomwoo gets overwhelmed, sometimes annoyed, when you overanalyze an interaction between him and another acquaintance.

beomwoo is loving, and loyal to you.

so, he will take his annoyance out on you at home.

"how many times do I have to prove to you that I am all yours?"

"don't hold what I'm trying to get out of you, y/n."

"no no, don't hide your face, look at what I'm doing to you... and to you only"

noh woosung

he did not appreciate your possessiveness until much later.

you'd look out for him, and he thought it was overbearing and somewhat threatening to his masculinity.

however, he could not deny the blood that rushes to his cock whenever you'd proudly claim him.

when neighbors started to harass him about noise, you put yourself between him and those people.

woosung was surprised at how fast you were ready to physically fight someone over him.

you didn't leave his side for one minute during that time period

eun-hwa and jinho would've been "taken care" of by you, simply because they destroyed your lover's life.

woosung's location was tracked by you when he left the apartment to do night deliverys... just so you knew that he was safe

jin-seok

after the double murders, jinseok immediately ran to you for help.

you protected him, letting him live in your basement to hide from the authorities and from whoever was tracking him down.

your "protectiveness" eventually led to possessiveness.

jinseok was not allowed to leave the house without you.

you comforted him, and jinseok became clingy to you as a result.

the amount of times you've ride his cock while telling him that you were the only person that cared for him... you could not count.

there were no touch screen phones in '97, so you got him a pager to call you whenever you were out of the house getting groceries.

woosang ('woo sangphil')

he took pride in having a possessive partner by his side.

you monitored his streaming channels, gave him financial guidance (controlled his finances), and helped him with his investigations.

when women streamers wanted to collaborate with woosang, you shut that down right away.

woosang teased you everytime, loving how possessive you get once another woman is brought into conversation.

dom!woosang

he'd choke you (lightly) during sex, always asking you why you're soooo needyyyyy.

woosang is more possessive, but loves seeing a controlling side coming out of you!

lee kangsoo

you’re wandering through a loud street market.

its saturday, and most of the vendors sell their stock on sale before closing for sunday.

the air filled with the aroma of sizzling street food.

it’s been a while since you’ve seen kangsoo, the last time you saw him was yesterday afternoon.

those yadang missions keeping him busy.

you’ve been carrying that ache of missing him, distracting yourself with hobbies and activities.

however, your heart skips when you spot him across the market.

he has a lean to his posture that you love.

however, your excitement falters when you see he’s not alone

he’s with a group, and there’s a woman among them.

the only woman in that group.

she’s standing close to kangsoo, too close for your liking.

you pause, your breath catching as you watch her smile.

standing there, you continue to watch kangsoo laugh with her.

your mind starts spiraling with questions about who she is.

the group is laughing together, but your eyes fixate on just the two of them.

your insecurities bubble up despite your efforts to stay calm.

you try to tell yourself it’s nothing, that kangsoo’s never given you a reason to doubt him, but the sight of them together twists something in your chest.

you turn to leave, hoping to slip away unnoticed, but kangsoo’s voice calls out to you.

fuck, he noticed.

he jogs up to you surprised, stopping you in your tracks

“y/n baby?”

kangsoo says, jogging over, his eyes searching yours as he gently grabs your arm.

“hey its nice to-- wait... what’s wrong?”

you stay silent, your gaze flickering back to the group.

your eyes dart at the woman, and you know he’s caught on when his lips curl into a smirk.

“awww,”

kangsoo teases, pulling you into a warm hug, his voice playful but soft,

“is my babygirl jealous?”

kangsoo kisses your forehead.

the gesture is so tender it makes your heart flutter.

you still don’t speak, feeling a mix of embarrassment and lingering doubt

kangsoo chuckles, gently turning your face toward the group, his hands warm on your cheeks

“do you see the guy in the green, chang-rak?”

he asks, pointing to a man in a bright green jacket.

you nod, still quiet

“that’s her boyfriend,”

he says, his tone is reassuring.

“they’ve recently started dating, but they yearn for each other like yin and yang... you have nothing to worry about, baby. shes just a coworker who knows I only have eyes for my girl.”

kangsoo kisses you again.

after, you let out a small huff, your lips twitching into a reluctant smile as the knot in your chest starts to loosen.

kangsoo keeps you close, introducing you to the group.

the yadang's arm is wrapped around you.

a quiet reminder that he’s not going anywhere

the woman is friendly, her attention and gaze mostly on chang-rak.

you feel a little silly for letting your jealousy flare up.

han beomwoo

you swing by jungjae, beomwoo’s workplace.

you wanted to let him know you’ll be at your niece’s birthday party later, and won’t be home when he returns.

the restaurant has a few customers.

there is chatter and clinking plates, but beomwoo’s not inside, leaving you confused.

suddenly, a burst of laughter from the back garden draws you outside.

this is where you find five people gathered.

they're all relaxed and joking with eachother

beomwoo’s there, his smile brightening when he sees you.

however, your eyes catch on the woman beside him.

she is dressed in a hat and gardening gear, looking effortlessly stunning.

your stomach churns, insecurity creeping in as you notice how close she’s sitting to him.

she is pretty, and your boyfriend's laughter with her mixes in a way that stings.

the group includes two other men and another woman, but your focus narrows to her.

beomwoo introduces you to everyone.

jeon-min by the door, yeonjoo next to him, myeong-sook who held a bowl of herbs, and chun-seung who smiles at you.

however, yeonjoo’s silence makes your anxiety spike.

all of the others vocally spoke to you, but not her.

you try to push it down, telling yourself you’re overreacting.

however, her quiet demeanor lingers in your mind.

yeonjoo is just shy don't worry

for days, the moment festers.

your imagination starts painting scenarios of beomwoo and yeonjoo that keep you up at night.

three days later return to jungjae, hoping to shake off the feeling.

however, when you see beomwoo standing close to yeonjoo, talking easily, your heart sinks.

beomwoo is helping yeonjoo with getting a sauce from a higher shelf.

before you can stop yourself, you speak which stares everyone.

"hey, i was stopping by to drop off something but i didn’t know i was interrupting a moment with my boyfriend and another woman,”

you nearly snap.

your voice was full of hurt

beomwoo and yeonjoo look at you, confused.

“what?”

beomwoo's voices tone is genuinely puzzled

“i’ll leave you both to your loving moment,”

you say, turning to leave.

your face is hot with hurt and embarrassment as you rush for the door.

“honey, wait!”

beomwoo calls, catching up to you and gently turning you to face him.

jeon-min and yeonjoo follow, concern on their faces.

this is where you feel a pang of regret for jumping to conclusions.

“what was that about?”

beomwoo asks, his voice soft but laced with worry.

you glance at yeonjoo, then back at him.

“it looked like you and her were close”

yeonjoo speaks up, her voice kind but firm.

“i’ve been with jeon-min here for five years. beomwoo never stops talking about you any chance he gets. i think you misunderstood what was happening”

you see jeon-min’s hand on yeonjoo’s shoulders.

it is a gentle, romantic touch, and the pieces fall into place.

guilt washes over you as you realize your mistake.

you look at beomwoo, his expression soft but tinged with sadness.

“i’m sorry,”

you whisper, your voice small.

you feel foolish for letting jealousy cloud your trust

beomwoo sighs, pulling you into a warm hug.

jeon-min and yeonjoo head back inside, giving you privacy.

luckily their smiles are reassuring.

beomwoo stays quiet for a moment before pulling back to look at you.

“why did you feel like that?”

“because she’s very beautiful, beomwoo.”

beomwoo lifts your chin, making you meet his gaze.

“i think you’re the most beautiful girl ever, and i love you. only… you”

you nod, guilt lingering but fading under his earnest words.

noh woosung

you and woosung have been living together for a few years.

in the spring a new neighbor moves into 1402, just across the hall.

you’re curious but think nothing of it at first.

one afternoon, she knocks on your door, holding a plate of freshly baked cookies.

the girl's smile is bright as she hands them to you and woosung.

she looked like a college student.

after a few interactions in the hall you notice her gaze lingers on woosung.

sometimes she ignores you, just to talk to him.

the girl's eyes light up as she chats with him, barely glancing your way.

she’s friendly, asking him about his day, complimenting his jacket, her attention so focused on him it feels deliberate.

your stomach twists.

not with jealousy, exactly, but with a quiet worry that she might have a crush on your boyfriend.

you try to brush it off, telling yourself you’re reading too much into it.

however, the way she hovers around woosung makes your unease grow.

later, when you’re alone with woosung you decide to bring it up.

“woosung, did you notice how that girl from 1402 was acting?”

you ask, your voice hesitant.

“like… maybe she has a crush on you?”

woosung looks at you, his expression calm but knowing.

he nods, setting down his mug of coffee.

“yeah, i noticed,”

he says.

“that’s why i’ve been keeping my distance. i didn’t want to make it a thing”

“there’s nothing to worry about,”

woosung adds, reaching for your hand, his thumb brushing over your knuckles.

“you know i’m all about you”

woosung's voice is warm, reassuring.

you throw away those cookies (or eat them all, your choice) later.

kang daeho

you’re working a hectic shift at the restaurant.

you work between tables as a server.

daeho’s in the back, elbow-deep in dishes as a dishwasher, out of sight but never far from your thoughts during the rush.

you work with your man, daeho, here.

unfortunately your lunch breaks don’t align today, so you steal glances at him whenever you pass the kitchen.

you are missing his easy smile during this nine hour shift.

during a quiet moment, you glance out the window and see daeho in the parking lot.

your eyebrows flare, seeing him talking to a woman holding a tiny baby.

keep in mind, he mentioned his second-oldest sister who had a baby recently, but your mind doesn’t connect the dots here.

instead, your mind started spiraling with insecurity.

you freeze, watching through the window as daeho hugs her.

he hugs her like how he hugs you.

why does he need to hug her?

you wonder.

your chest tightens, since it feels like your heart dropped.

you try to focus on your tables, but your eyes keep flicking back to them outside.

your mind is racing with questions about who she is.

the sight of daeho with her, baby in her arms, makes your stomach churn, even though you know he’s never given you reason to doubt him.

after your last table leaves, you head to the back for your lunch break.

you find daeho stacking clean dishes, his smile coming up when he sees you.

“dae?”

you say softly, and he turns, his smile bright and warm, clearly happy to see you

“yes, love? how is upfront so far?”

he asks, his voice cheerful, wiping his hands on a towel as he steps closer

“busy."

you laugh lightly.

"but I just came back here to ask who was that woman outside?”

you ask, your voice having a hint of unease.

daeho chuckles, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

“that was my second-older sister, jia. she came with my niece to pick up a meal. she saw you walking around and wanted to introduce herself but got nervous. i was telling her in the parking lot to not be scared to say hi to you. why?”

once he mentioned his sister, you sigh in relief.

however, you feel a bit foolish for letting jealousy creep in.

“oh, that’s nice,”

you say, dodging his gaze.

“i just asked because… well... i don’t know”

daeho’s grin turns playful.

he steps closer, tilting his head.

“you thought it was a random woman with a child, didn’t you?”

he laughs.

you roll your eyes, smiling despite yourself.

“yes, that was the sister you haven’t introduced me to yet! i’ve seen your other sisters,” you say, laughing with him.

daeho’s laughter fills the room.

he pulls you into a loose, affectionate hug.

neither of you were mindful of the dish soap transferring from his body to yours

“you’re too cute,”

daeho says, grinning.

you nudge him playfully, the jealousy gone.

“i’ll introduce you to jia next time, promise,”

he says, squeezing your shoulder, his eyes soft and reassuring.

noh jung-yeol

you and jung-yeol are at a local event.

it's a perfect night out, his hand in yours as you browse places and share each other's food.

the energy was amazing.

jung-yeol's presence is comforting, his arm slung casually around your shoulders.

that was until you both spot na-ra.

your boyfriend's ex-wife.

she is standing by a booth with friends.

you feel a jolt, recognizing her instantly from stories and photos.

if you said that you didnt stalk her social media pages before, you'd be lying.

the woman's confident demeanor makes your stomach twist.

jung-yeol stiffens beside you.

"let's keep walking,"

however his ex-wife calls out at the wrong time.

"jung-yeol! long time no see!"

jung-yeol stops politely.

he greets her with a nod and introduces you.

however, na-ra pulls him into a quick hug.

she chats animatedly about old times.

she laughs at some shared memory, her eyes on him a little too long.

you stand there, forcing a smile while jealousy bubbles up inside of your chest.

images flood your mind.

old photos of them together, married, intimate.

you wonder if he ever misses that, if you're enough compared to her.

you try to stay composed, not wanting to seem insecure, but her easy familiarity with him stings.

it makes you feel like an outsider.

jung-yeol wraps it up quickly, saying goodbye.

you walk away, but the encounter lingers, dampening your mood.

for the rest of the event, you're quieter.

your responses shorter, and jung-yeol glances at you with growing concern.

in the car ride home, he breaks the silence.

"talk to me, love. what's bothering you? was it na-ra?"

you sigh, admitting softly.

"yeah... just seeing her, thinking about your past with her... it made me feel bad, like... I don't know... I think it is called retroactive jealousy or something."

your boyfriend pulls over, turning to you with a gentle expression.

"come here,"

he says, taking your hands in his.

"our relationship was toxic,"

jung-yeol explains.

"we fought all the time, no trust, always hurting each other. we rushed into marriage thinking it would help, but we were only married for three months before we called it quits."

you listen, the details painting a picture far from ideal, easing some of the envy you'd built up.

"but you and me are different. we are healthy, and supportive of eachother, and full of love. i love you more than anything, and our bond is what i've always wanted"

he brushes a strand of hair from your face.

"i would never trade you for some toxic past. you're my future, my everything"

tears prick your eyes, but they're from relief now.

you lean in, hugging him tightly.

he holds you close, whispering reassurances.

woosang

you’re lounging at home, scrolling through your phone.

when woosang’s latest true crime stream pops up, his voice pulls you in.

your man is a well-known streamer, but his recent collabs with beautiful women have been hard to watch.

woosang does to flirt with them, but the idea of them being so beautiful makes it hard for you to watch without feeling insecure.

you see him with a newer youtuber, and their easy banter with her bright smile makes your stomach drop in jealousy.

the comments gush over their chemistry.

some bullshit like them being a “perfect pair,”

it makes you feel like you’re competing for his attention.

you’ve brought it up before.

however, woosang’s always teased you.

he grins as he says, “aw, is my baby jealous? they’re nothing compared to you”

tonight, watching this girl 'matilda' and him laugh together, the jealousy feels heavier.

your mind is spiraling with doubts about your place in his world.

when woosang comes home, you’re quieter.

you're picking at your food, and he catches on,.

“pouty again?”

he jokes.

"let me guess, jealous of the stream?”

you force a smile, but your voice betrays you.

“they’re all so pretty, woosang, and you seem so happy with them.”

woosang's grin softens, his eyes searching yours as he realizes this runs deeper than he thought.

“hey, listen,”

he says gently.

“those collabs are just work. I don't overstep boundaries because I have much love and respect for you. they don’t mean anything. you’re the one i choose every day.”

woosang takes your hands.

“i love you. you’re my home, my real laugh, my everything. not some co-host for views.”

you look away.

however he continues,

“i’m sorry for teasing. i didn’t see how much this hurt you. you’re all i want, and i don’t need anyone else”

your heart eases, and you manage a small nod.

“no more collabs,” he says firmly, “just me and the cases. i don’t need another co-detective when i’ve got myself and you.”

woosang pulls you into a warm hug, his voice soft.

lee kangsoo

kangsoo had a suspicion.

maybe, he did a babytrap on purpose.

your ankles were getting swollen, your appetite was increasing, and you started getting sick at the same time each morning.

he knew.

you and kangsoo fucked like cats in heat, and nature was not going to skip the both of you.

kangsoo became an angel since your pregnancy was confirmed.

the physical touch increased, since he always kept a hand on your belly or around your hips.

after his yadang missions, he'd stop at your favorite takeout place to buy you food.

kangsoo got clean for the sake of the baby.

kangsoo loved laying his head on your swollen boobs, and growing belly, loving that you were carrying his child.

around other people, he would make sure that they knew about him being the father of the baby in your belly.

he'd love helping with perineal massages

saying that kangsoo became posessive would've been an understatement.

kang daeho

he'd be FLOORED

daeho? a father? he never imagined that possibility.

however, he was scared.

the last person daeho wanted to be was his father.

so, he silently hoped that the baby was a girl.

he'd pick up more jobs to help you with the baby.

daeho loved giving you unexpected massages, and became clingy.

the man started buying baby stuff right away.

daeho even asked his sisters if you and him could borrow their old baby stuff, which they happily gave you.

the pregnancy helped him with his self-esteem, since he couldn't think of himself as a coward if you, his beautiful angel, wanted to carry his baby <3.

jinseok

with the injury of his brother, he'd be overwhelmed.

if this happened after the double murders, he'd feel guilty.

he killed a younger girl and a mother, he'd be nervous that something bad would happen to you and the growing baby inside of you.

however, you reassured him that things would be okay.

jinseok loves hugging you, holding his head where his baby (the fetus) grows.

he'd silently hope for a boy.

however, a girl wouldn't disappoint him either.

sometimes, jinseok would wish that he had his parents to help him.

however, he understands that he has to figure fatherhood out himself now.

he loves you, but would be paranoid about the safety of you with your pregnancy.

han beomwoo

businessman!beomwoo would be thrilled.

the love of his life, you, carrying his baby and bringing in someone who would be the mix of you both??

he'd be obsessed.

beomwoo would start buying baby stuff immediately.

all gender neutral colors, since neither of you know the gender.

in a way, beomwoo would ask if you'd want to wait to find out the baby's gender until birth.

if you say yes, he'd be anticipating that day.

sex would only be gentle, since beomwoo thinks that he could hurt you by one mistake.

the doctor reassures him that sex won't hurt you or baby, but beomwoo gets nervous still.

beomwoo would be protective, buying expensive pregnancy pillows and food for your comfort.

he'd run baths for you.

beomwoo is planning out other expensive gifts he plans to give you as "push presents"

in your third trimester, he'd start making you raspberry leaf teas in the morning to help soften the cervix in preparation for birth <3

noh woosung

woosung would go quiet.

what?

after going into debt, and losing his life savings over the apartment, he'd be terrified.

how could he raise money with a baby coming?

woosung would start his night deliveries earlier, going from starting at 8pm(20:00) to 6pm(18:00).

if the noises from other apartments prevented you from going to sleep, he'd get meaner with his neighbors about the noise.

he'd buy you noise cancelling headphones, just so you and baby get rest.

woosung would play with your hair, and trace his fingers along your belly where his child grows.

woosung loves you, but is nervous about having a baby who might make the noise situations at home worse.

he'd save up to sell the home, just to go and rent a quicker one to raise a family in <3

woosang (woo sangphil 😭😭😭😭😭😭)

he'd get cocky once you told him about the pregnancy.

you carrying his child would turn him on.

woosang's new nickname for you would be "mama" right away.

he'd never stop calling you mama.

he'd use the streaming money to give to you, as a thank you for carrying his&your child willingly, and to buy baby stuff.

woosang's hands would never leave your belly.

he doesn't have a gender preference, he just wants you to have a safe and healthy pregnancy and baby <3

he'd want to show you off to his viewers, but would get nervous at any potential criminals finding out about you.

woosang would ask you to ride him, mostly, during sex just so he could stare at your round belly.

lee kangsoo

kangsoo funnels his blackmail money from shady yadang deals into spoiling you.

sometimes, he lets you keep half of the money, so it cannot be traced to him if he gets caught up.

he is obsessed with how your eyes light up with every lavish gift.

kangsoo will tosses you a luxury leather wallet, smirking.

"got this with some extra cash. suits a spoiled thing like you, doesn’t it?"

you pout playfully,

"only the best for me, right?"

he steps close, voice low.

"damn right. you name it, i’ll get it."

kangsoo hates dressing up or looking like he has money.

however, he will buy you luxuries since it makes him feel good.

"enjoy it, princess... my money is yours to burn, isn't it?"

jinseok

broke as can be, jinseok spoils you with heartfelt gestures rather than materialistic.

he will pour his emotions into notes and small acts.

he will slip handwritten letters in your bag, or plant flower seeds to give to you once they bloom.

jinseok crafts a tiny origami star from scrap paper, always giving it to you.

the man is artistic, and you love that about him.

jinseok's quiet sincerity with long talks, doodled notes, and gentle smiles... spoils you with a warmth no money could ever match.

kang daeho

drowning in debt from bad bets, daeho always scrapes together cash to spoil you.

in his own mind, he prioritizing your happiness over his own struggles.

the man will show up at your place with your favorite iced coffee and a small bouquet of wildflowers.

"picked these myself, you know? I hope you like 'em!"

he will say.

you always love it, even though you get concerned.

you'll sip the drink while teasing him,

"daeho, you're broke, but you still go out of your way to do this for me!"

daeho will laugh, scratching his head.

"yeah, well, you’re worth it, my love."

sometimes he will surprises you with things like a cheap keychain from a street market

or un-used new makeup that his sisters did not ever use in their collections.

daeho always find a way for you make every small gesture feel like a grand spoil.

han beomwoo

beomwoo is wealthy.

it shows when he spoils you effortlessly.

you could stare at something in a store and he will buy it for you the next day.

beomwoo once surprised you with a custom jewelry set.

"saw you eyeing something like this online... thought it’d look better on you."

he books a private rooftop dinner just because you mentioned liking the city lights.

beomwoo's gifts are thoughtful, never flashy.

he loves catering to your spoiled side without question.

woosang

woosang uses his streaming revenue for spoiling you.

he loves buying gifts for you, since it helps with his possessive side whenever he sees you wearing something he bought you.

you always tease him for it,

"you're always spoiling me with your youtube money!"

he will wink at you,

"only the best for my biggest fan."

every gift comes with a playful challenge to join his next stream too.

it ties you to his world while indulging your love for being spoiled.

noh woosung

woosung is as broke as ever.

he will scrape by on delivery runs, and saves cancelled orders of your favorite meals to spoil you despite his empty pockets.

he hands you a warm takeout box of your favorite spicy noodles, grinning.

"customer bailed and I knew you’d love this, so it’s all yours."

you laugh with love while seeing the white box,

"you’re spoiling me with food now?"

he nudges you.

"only the best food for my favorite person."

woosung's small acts of care make you feel cherished, since he never forgets about taking care of you in his struggles.

its nighttime, and the soft pink lights of your cam room shines on your camera. your chatroom is full of with tips, requests, and compliments as you tease the camera.

you're in your favorite lingerie, a sheer black set that hugs your curves as your fingers tracing lazy circles over your thighs.

the session's been steady, but tonight feels... different. you are not a psychic or anything, but you feel like something's about to shift and change the night.

you lean into the camera, whispering sweet nothings to your viewers, your voice light and playful as your eyes flutter like a butterfly's wing.

meanwhile, across the city, woosang's live stream is in full swing.

he's a crime investigator who streams his thoughts on cases, bantering with his loyal chat. the room's dim and he is in his usual spot in an audio room.

woosang's chat's lively, scrolling fast with theories and jokes.

then, out of nowhere, a message pops up along with a few dollars worth of won for him.

yo woosang, you ever check out that camgirl y/n? most of us are over there... she's fire, I ship you with her!

another chimes in.

nahhh for real! dude, her streams are wild and if you pay for her services she does more! go check.

curiosity spikes and woosang smirks at the camera, rubbing his jaw at the thought.

later after the crime livestream ends... he hits the private video call button on your profile before he can second-guess it.

you were "last live five minutes ago" according to the app. woosang hopes that you will answer and that you didn’t get off for the night entirely.

over on your end an alert dings with a higher-cash request. you accept it with one click with your right hand as you fix your hair flyaways with the left. three bubbles on the screen appear for a second before woosang himself shows on the other side of the screen, looking every bit like an investigator with a suit on and somewhat of a stubbled chin.

"hey there,'" you purr and your tone is flighty, like you're sharing a secret, "woosang, right? my chat from earlier told me that heard you're the big investigator.... that you were live at the same time as me too... hm."

woosang squints his eyes but nodding, which makes you smirk as you continue, "a man like you makes a girl feel safe… and naughty." you giggle, shifting in your soft chair so your cleavage presses against the black lace.

the man chuckles, leaning back in his chair as you notice his button-up shirt straining over his chest.

"yeah, that's me.... your name's been blowing up my chat, too.... I couldn't resist after hearing the reviews.." woosang's voice is raspy, like he has talked a lot in the last few hours.

you watch him adjust himself subtly, and it sends a heat through your body.

"show me what all the fuss is about," woosang says, eyes locking on yours through the screen.

you bite your lip trying to be playful, "oh, honey, i'll do more than that. but first, tell me... are you touching that cock for me yet?" your words dance out, "I bet it's thick, just like i imagine.... go on, pull it out. be my good boy."

woosang, much to his ego, groans which rumbles through your computer screen as as his hand disappears below the frame. you hear the zipper, see his arm move.

"fuck, yeah!" he mutters, breath stuck in his esophagus.

your own hand slips between your legs, fingers circling your clit through the thin fabric. this is new for you, but you weren't going to let your new favorite streamer be lonely.

you moan softly and attempt to keep it low through your words, "that's it, woosang. stroke it slow for me. look how hard you are already.... you're such a good boy, making me wet just watching."

woosang picks up a pace, watching your cleavage through the screen as his groans pick up louder, with his free hand gripping the desk. "your voice… keep talking."

instead of listening to him... you flash him by tugging the black lace f your bra down to reveal your hard nipples and soft breasts.... all before covering up with a wink, "did you see that? its all for you right now, investigator. now pump faster.... imagine my soaked pussy clenching around you."

woosang obeys, fist working his cock in a rapid rhythm as pre-cum glistens at the tip from what you see when he angles the camera lower. you match him, dipping fingers inside yourself, slick sounds filling the call.

"you're doing so well, baby. do you feel a build? let me guide you. circle the head, yeah, just like i would with my tongue." your praise flows easy while breathy.

the streamer continues to thrustinto his hand, groaning your name as he stares back and forth between your chest and pussy on the camera, "shi- shiballl" sweat beads on his glowing forehead, with his chest muscles flexing under his shirt.

you ride your fingers harder, pussy throbbing as you watch him unravel from the way that his pretty face contorts, "cum for me, good boy. spray that load thinking of my tits, my ass.....fuck..... ah, woosang, you're perfect... so strong, and so obedient."

woosang's body shudders on the camera as ropes of cum spill over his knuckles.. the sight pushes you over, your orgasm crashing with a gasp, walls creaming around your fingers.

"yes, woosang… fuck, that's my investigator!"

the two streamers slump back, and you smile as woosang smirks from the realization from what he had just done.

"round two... but in real life?"

noh woosung

you stand in the living room, angry.

honestly, the only noise in the apartment is from your mouth.

voices are raised as you argue with woosung about his liberation day stuff.

how he blew all his money, and took out another loan for crypto without thinking.

frustration builds, and woosung runs his hands over his face, sighing deeply.

however, the motion makes you flinch hard.

it was instant how your tears formed to your eyes.

old memories flooded back to your reflexes and mind.

you step back instinctively, body tensing like you're bracing for impact.

your heart ispounding from the abuse in your past relationships.

woosung doesn't catch it right away, still caught in his own annoyance.

however, when your eyes meet again, his expression shifts from irritation to confusion.

"did... did you think i was going to hit you?"

woosung asks, voice cracking with shock, his eyes widening before softening into deep sadness.

you could not lie.

you nod slowly, not bothering to hide it.

"it was ju-just a muscle reaction... not because i think you're like that."

woosung's face crumples as he remembers what you've shared about your past in that moment again.

he opens his arms wide, waiting patiently without pushing.

you hesitate but step into his embrace, feeling his arms wrap around you gently.

"i'm so sorry about everything, y/n. i'd never hurt you intentionally, ever."

the argument fades away as he holds you, promising to be more mindful.

lee kangsoo

you're in kangsoo's car.

the both of you are arguing about how he let that girl get too close while flirting for his yadang work.

even if he didn't reciprocate.

(he did not flirt back, #loyal)

kangsoo insists on that.

"i didn't flirt back, y/n... shi- you know that,"

your jealousy boils over your logical emotions.

kangsoo's too.

in his anger, he accelerates on the gas, driving way too fast.

the car swerves dangerously close to an accident, tires screeching as he barely avoids another car, slamming on the brakes and pulling over.

shaken, you start crying.

the near-miss triggers your past fears of uncontrolled anger turning violent.

kangsoo takes a deep breath, face paling as he realizes his mistake.

after collecting his thoughts, he apologizes frantically.

"fuck y/n i'm so sorry! that was stupid...i wasn't thinking and should've been paying attention to the road!"

kangsoo reaches out to comfort you, but you flinch at his touch and pull away.

it makes kangsoo freeze in horror at how badly he's scared you.

"baby, baby I know i messed up big time,"

kangsoo whispers, keeping his hands to himself as he drives home slowly.

what follows is silence.

once parked, he turns to you gently, trying again.

"i'd never put you in danger like that ever again... please forgive me, talk to me... please. I don't want that girl, or anybody else... only you my baby, my pretty girl."

you nod eventually.

kangsoo vows,

"let's talk things out without the car next time... your safety means everything to me, alright?"

kim yohan

the argument escalates in your apartment.

yohan's calm demeanor cracks, for once, as he raises a hand to run it over his buzzed hair in frustration.

the motion makes you flinch instinctively.

you step back as memories of your abusive ex... who's dead now... floods your mind.

yohan notices right away, his straight poker face unchanging at first.

he lowers his hand slowly, studying you intently.

"you thought i was going to hit you?"

he asks quietly, his voice steady but strict.

you've never told him about your ex.

somehow he knows about him.

to yohan, its good that he is not here to ruin your life anymore.

"i'm not him, y/n."

frozen, you realize he is referring to that devil you've once known.

yohan means your past abuser.

you whisper,

"how do you know?"

yohan steps closer without crowding, reassuring but not telling you how he knows about your past abuse,

"i would never hit you over a disagreement. i love you and respect you too much... just don't flinch again, okay?"

he says softly, almost like a request.

yohan's eyes locking onto yours with sincerity.

you got a crack out of his nonchalant aura, seeing the love and protectiveness in hie eyes.

kang daeho

you're in the kitchen with daeho chatting casually.

nothing even happened, really.

when daeho grabs something from the fridge and slams the door harder than he meant to, the bang echoes loudly throughout the apartment.

the sudden noise startles you, making you flinch and go completely silent.

your body freezes as echoes of your parents' angry outbursts replay in your mind.

fridge doors slamming, cabinets breaking, windows breaking... you remember it all.

your body freezes at the memory.

shockingly, daeho notices immediately.

the man's eyes widen in regret as he sees your reaction at his accidental action.

"oh no, i'm sorry, y/n.. that was too hard I-i didnt mean to do it that hard!!"

to show he means it, he reopens the fridge door slowly and closes it softly.

he does it to demonstrate his care.

daeho turns to you with concern afterwards.

"are you okay?"

dae asks gently, stepping closer but not too fast.

he is giving you space as you try to compose yourself.

you mumble an apology after a few seconds go by.

"my parents used to slam doors like that when they were mad... i thought maybe i made you angry somehow."

daeho's expression softens with understanding, knowing his own father did the same.

he pulls you into a hug if you're ready.

"i'm not mad at you at all,"

he reassures while holding you close.

"i'll always communicate instead of letting frustration show like that."

from then on, he makes a point to handle things gently around you.

han beomwoo

it's early in your relationship with beomwoo.

inside of his home, he was feeling affectionate.

so, in the kitchen you stand.

there, beomwoo comes to wrap his arms around your waist.

the sudden touch from behind makes you flinch sharply, body tensing.

your body had a reflex reactionof being hit unexpectedly from your past abuse.

beomwoo pulls back immediately, hands up in surrender.

the businessman's bright eyes filled with worry.

"did i do something wrong? i'm sorry if i startled you..?"

you stutter at first, trying to brush it off.

it was not working with beomwoo, who saw through your walls.

after a few minutes of conversation, you confess.

"no, it's not you... i used to get hit from behind, and it just caught me off guard."

beomwoo's expression darkens...

not at you, but at the thought of someone hurting you.

beomwoo's usual cheer is replaced by a dark protectiveness.

"y/n... i need you to tell me who hurt you,"

he asks.

you explain it's from four years ago, long before you met him.

beomwoo shakes his head, frustrated.

"i hate that i couldn't protect you back then."

beomwoo softens, pulling you into a front-facing hug if you allow it.

"i'll never let anyone hurt you again, i promise."

jinseok

the unexpected confession from jinseok hit hard.

he told you about the double murders, trying to to explain himself.

in a vulnerable moment, jinseok reaches out to hug you, seeking comfort.

unfortunately, you flinch away.

jinseok freezes, his arms dropping as he stares at you, a mix of hurt and self-loathing crossing his face.

he is thinking that he's become the monster he fears.

jinseok steps back slowly, withdrawing into himself.

"i... i get it. you see me as dangerous now."

defeated, he turns to walk away, assuming you'll call the cops or leave him.

jinseok's shoulders slump in quiet resignation.

however, you don't move to report him.

instead, you give him space watching from afar as he processes alone in the room.

later, you approach cautiously.

"i flinched because of my fear of uncertainty about everything that had happened... not because i think you'll hurt me now."

jinseok looks up, surprise in his eyes as he feels a relieve in his shoulders.

"you'd keep me safe? even after knowing everything?"

you nod, maintaining some distance for your own comfort.

"i'm here, jinseok. we'll figure this out, somehow."

woosang (woo sangphil)

you're helping woosang with his stream as his camerawoman.

with the camera you were adjusting angles while he goes live.

everything running smoothly at first.

during the stream, woosang makes a dramatic comment about a glitch in the stream.

the detective's voice rises in exaggeration.

it felt like he was blaming you for it.

it hits your fear of rejection and failure.

you flinch visibly as woosang calls you out to fix it.

later, you all found out it was a problem with the streaming platform.

aka not your camera work.

you were sensitive to perceived anger.

after the stream ends, woosang turns to you gently.

"why did you flinch when I mentioned you? did i scare you?"

you explain softly.

"i thought you were accusing me of messing the stream up... like i failed you."

woosang's eyes widen in realization.

he shakes his head,

"i wasn't upset at you at all... it was just the glitch, not your fault."

your man pulls you into a hug.

"i'm sorry if my tone came across wrong... you know i'd never direct anger at you like that, baby,"

masterlist

all day woosang has begged for you to sit on his face. its been nonstop, through text message, slight hints when he will softly grab your ass and give it a squeeze. he needs you.

during his daily streaming, he was impatient. underneath his desk, he sat while trying to adjust his bulge from underneath. he cannot stop thinking about you, about your smell.

your pheromones stick to woosang's olfactory nerves like a magnet. the floral and gourmand mixture sends blood rushing down to his heart, and his cock.

“look at you,”

at night, once he finally had you, you teased him. he was so hard through his trousers. he laid above you, his arms holding him up as you pulled your lips away from his.

"you've waited all day, haven't you?"

"yes baby," woosang groans, his voice dripping with an overwhelmed horniness as he moves down your body.

he didn't hesitate to pull down your black sleep shorts, seeing a waterfall in-between your folds, "it looks like someone else here is impatient," woosang smirks.

"shush," you whine.

"no? you let me wait all day, bending down in front of me to see your bulging pussy through those shorts, biting your lip when I made eye contact with you behind the camera. that drives me crazy, y/n. do you know that? it drives me crazy!"

woosang clenches his teeth, moving up your body again and lightly squeezing the sides of your neck. you whine at his words, arching into his touch.

your body responds before your mind can catch up and understand what he fully said. your shiny eyes look up at him, seeing the hunger in his expression, but also something softer...adoration, maybe, or pride in how you’re responding to his words after teasing him all day.

woosang's hands are everywhere, on your breasts through your sleep shirt, your naked hips, your thighs.

you watch as woosang finally moves back down, pressing soft kisses to your inner thighs. your legs are fully spread apart and the streamer is teasingly close to where you’re aching for her.

“sangphil,” you breathe, your voice trembling with need.

“shh,” woosang murmurs, “i’ve got you, finally.”

when woosang's warm mouth hits your wetness, you’re gone. your head falls back against your bedsheets, a moan spilling from your lips as your man works his tongue on your puffy clit.

he has a skill that makes your vision blur.

the streamer is moving his tongue in ways that make your toes curl. you spread your legs, keeping them there and woosang rests his hands on your inner thighs while you cry beneath him.

“fuck, you taste and smell so good,” the man groans, rolling his eyes before dipping into your hole, "was this all for me, baby? after driving us crazy all day?"

you can’t respond, not with woosang eating your pussy like a starved man. not with him pushing you toward the edge with every flick of his tongue.

your hands fist down at his silky dark hair, your body trembling as the pleasure builds.

when woosang blows on your sensitive clit, you feel the first wave crash over you.

it is a cry tearing from your throat, loud, as your body arches off the bed.

woosang tastes your cum all over his tongue, his senses rushing down to his hard cock.

"make a mess all over me baby, can you do that again, yeah?"