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The Bet | Johnny Suh - pt.2

Pairing: Johnny x fem!reader | Genre: romance | Prompt: continuing pt.1, Johnny spoils the reader | Word count: 2300+ | Warnings: none.

A/n: phew! This has been sitting in my drafts for a long time, I finally got to post it and it's especially for @neomooniez because she wanted part 2! I'm so sorry that you had to wait that long omg forgive meeeee 😩 i hope this is satisfying enough sorry i lost the spark also sorry if this is too short 😶 i hope my writing improved though because if it's not I'll actually crash out (i barely even write like ??? Why would improvement happen) 😭 oh and no mark this time lmao

Months had passed since that fateful night—the gamble that had set you free. You no longer flinched at the sound of poker chips clinking against each other, no longer felt like you were just an accessory anymore. You were, for the first time in years, your own person. And yet, the man who had granted you freedom refused to disappear from your orbit. It seemed that Johnny's motive wasn't only to set you free. This man seemed to want more.

Johnny Suh had a way of lingering. Not in an overbearing way, not in the suffocating way your ex did, but in the kind of way that made life feel like a champagne bubble—effervescent, light, and just a little intoxicating. He was only a boyfriend's friend, but now.. he may be closer to you than anyone else. And now that you're done with college, it seems that there's more room for you two to focus on each other.

It started with an apartment.

“You should have a home that’s yours,” he had said, his voice a casual hum against the rim of his whiskey glass. “Not a place that he owns.”

You had protested at first—of course, you had. “I can’t just accept an apartment in Gangnam, Johnny.”

He had only chuckled, leaning forward with that signature smirk of his. “Why not? I’m rich. I like spending money on pretty things.” A pause. A slow drag of his gaze down your frame before he met your eyes again. “And I think you’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever spent on.” 

It was always like this. Before you can retort or make another argument, he would use his charm to make your brain pause. And it worked every time. 

The key had landed in your palm with a soft jingle, with a golden Cartier keychain dangling, and just like that, you had a new address. 

Life since then has been worth living. You could finally indulge in the things you couldn't do before. As he opened the door to this life for you and you only, nothing was holding you back anymore. As it should be. It would be an insult to him if you didn't indulge in the finest things he bestowed upon you. Mornings are now spent curled on a plush couch by floor-to-ceiling windows, watching Seoul stretch out beneath you like a city of endless possibility. Evenings filled with the never ending chatter of wealthy people, the clink of glasses, and the weight of Johnny’s arm draped lazily over the back of your chair at yet another exclusive gathering.

He took you everywhere. Rooftop soirées with models and designers, art gallery unveilings where wine was poured as freely as water, underground parties where DJs spun music that made your limbs itch to move. And always, always, he watched you. Not like a stalker or anything like that, but in a way that said he liked what he saw. And he did. Definitely. 

“You move differently now,” he murmured one evening, his breath warm against the shell of your ear. You turned to look at him, the golden glow of the chandelier catching in his dark eyes.

“What do you mean?”

Johnny’s lips curled into something slow, lazy and dangerous. “Less like you’re afraid someone’s about to pull the rug from under you. More like you know the ground is yours to walk on.”

You wanted to deny it, his attentiveness and awareness were always somehow embarrassing for you, but come on, he wasn’t wrong. It's not like you can have this big of a change happen to your life and not change in some ways too.

You laughed, light and easy, sipping from your glass as you tried to prevent your embarrassment from showing and put the focus on him. “You sound proud of yourself.”

He leaned in, voice dropping to something just for you. “Shouldn’t I be? I’m the one who's responsible for this. It's worth it. I get to see you doing much better. As you deserve.”

You rolled your eyes a bit to hide your feelings, not wanting to expose how his words affect the speed of your heartbeats, and the warmth that spreads in your chest every time he reminds you of your worth. 

It was always like this. Johnny would make you feel like you're the only one in the world who he looks at, smiles at and cares deeply about. The teasing was never meant to belittle or mock you. And you found comfort in his simple touches, the subtle brushes of his fingers against your back as he guided you through a room, the way he whispered comments that left your heart accelerating. 

You knew he was a flirt by nature. You had seen him charm a few women before, but now you see less of that, which made you feel better, you can tell he is just being polite to them like he would be to the men he spoke to. The difference was obvious. it felt, and was different with you. It's as if you're the only girl he wants to touch, to listen to tirelessly, and look at while he has that happy grin that reaches his ears. Only you have that effect.

One evening, at a sleek, modern lounge with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the Han River, Johnny introduced you to an investor. Yes, he has been inserting your name now whenever he went to these parties to catch up with people of a high social class. He is always looking forward to help you network and have your own world outside of him. Johnny noted that you don't feel so good about him helping you at everything. So he operated from behind the scenes. Trying to make his role smaller at the opportunities you get. But still, he liked to show you off often.

“She’s got an eye for art,” he said, swirling his glass lazily. “And a mind that could turn it into something worth millions.”

You blinked. Trying to come up with something to say. “I—”

“She’s being modest,” he cut in smoothly, looking down at you with his deep eyes. A twinkle of mischief in them mixed with a gaze that pleaded you to have faith in him and let him proceed. “But trust me, you’ll want to remember her name.”

The investor smiled, intrigued, and you found herself pulled into a conversation that you never thought she’d be a part of. Yes, you have rich friends now, but are you really going to work now? With a job that will definitely be handed to you with no trouble. Thanks to the very man who, with no doubt, has his eyes on you.

Later that night, as you stood by the balcony, overlooking the city, you turned to him. “Why do you do it?”

Johnny shrugged, a slow smirk playing at his lips. He knew exactly what you meant but he found fun in toying a bit with you. “Do what?”

“Push me into these things. Put me in rooms I never imagined myself in.” you didn't know if the words came out from you in a way that showed your dislike. But you couldn't help but be a little overwhelmed. Wondering why he is doing all of this for you, and it made you feel immense guilt. Because you never returned his favours (not that you had any way of doing so) and you didn't know how to reciprocate because he barely opens up. You feared he would ask for sex, but he didn't. You can't even put a label on your relationship with him. You know it transcended friendship because of the very obvious romantic tension between you two. Even a fool would be able to tell that you two do feel for each other. Especially him. 

He studied you for a moment, then exhaled. He wanted to somehow make you see yourself from his vision, and the way you would always speak so lowly of yourself frustrated him. “Because I want you to see what I see.”

“And what’s that?”

His gaze traced your face, lingering on your lips just a second too long before returning to your eyes. “A woman who was never meant to be small.”

Your heart stumbled in your chest as you instantly shifted your gaze to the city instead. Suddenly you can feel how the little particles of air hit your skin and the heat that spreads on your face. It was as if a minute is much longer now. His fingers touched your chin as he tilted your face towards him. Johnny liked almost everything about you. Except that insecure look, and how you would immediately avoid his eyes as he tries to come out with his feelings in a way that isn't overwhelming. 

His deep eyes that reminded you of dark chocolate gazed into yours with a sentimental feel that you never knew was there. He never looked at you as he is looking now. All his attention is solely focused on you only at this moment. He breathes in. “I'll make you see, one day, that you're worth everything you have now and more. I'll make you even more happy.” 

You two gaze into each other's eyes. It was as if there was a silent communication going on between you. Your eyes held trust, comfort and a sense of calmness only he was able to bring in you. And his had a look of adoration, softness yet a hint of mild irritation. It was a weird mix but still translated his feelings for you and bared the deep love he wishes to show shamelessly. 

Out of nowhere, he utters. “Can I kiss you? Because I'm tired of not knowing what it feels like.”

You hesitated a little as you turned your face to look at the people inside. A sigh left your lips as you realized that you really shouldn't care for what others will see or think. It is indeed better to forget about the rest of the world and just kiss Johnny Suh. And hopefully the kiss will last long enough for you to lose yourself in it. That's what you hoped for. You nodded and muttered a small ‘please’. You didn't mean it but a small bit of desperation came with it. Who were you kidding? You wanted this too. 

He leans in with just enough confidence and gently presses his soft lips to yours. You find your lips attached to his in a magnetic pull, the kiss starts slower with a few tentative nibbles, but it quickly escalates as he brings one hand to your lower back to press your body against his. There's this impatience that seeped through his actions. It's like he wanted to do this for a long time, and he finally got the chance to do it. You can no longer resist him or subtly block his charm like you often did, nope. You welcomed him in your mind and heart with open arms. He felt it. He felt the invitation in how you kissed him back and it made him smirk faintly against your lips, his pleasantness showing as his other hand pulled you closer more, now tilting his head to kiss you more passionately. 

After the kiss that almost lasted for a minute ended. You had pulled back to breath, not that you minded suffocating in his kisses. You felt simultaneously loved and desired. 

“Now that I got the chance to taste your lips, I'm afraid I can't hold back anymore. I want you to become mine.” He said it as if it was the easiest thing in the world to say. You couldn't help but grin happily, you couldn't help but feel happy, and that energy radiated from your body effortlessly like it always did in his presence, but now there's more of that energy, you truly felt happy deep inside. And that's what mattered to you. To be in a situation where you didn't even have time to hesitate. Because he is the right person for you, and you know it now. 

“You're serious,” you uttered the statement that was meant to be a question, you couldn't really question him as there's no need for that. His eyes had everything written in them now, nothing was subtle anymore as he bared his desire for a relationship with you. Though it was obvious he had a thing for you, his straightforwardness in his want of having you as his girl didn't fail to make your heart beat faster than usual. To feel that feeling of butterflies dancing in your stomach, a feeling so overwhelming you couldn't help but put your hand there. 

Johnny smiled, as if he knew exactly what he was doing to her. And maybe he did.

Maybe he always did.

You couldn't help but move closer and bury your face in his chest as your arms raised to hold him. The deep sense of calmness came back to settle in your chest, and the trust in him was now very clear. He giggled faintly at your actions. “I take that as a yes.” 

He had a dorky grin on his face as his gaze shifted to the sky and straight to the moon. His wish came true, and his dream finally concluded with the result he desired deeply. You were now his. And he couldn't help but have scenarios run through his mind of how you two will proceed together from now on and what this relationship will bring you two. But he decided to push the thoughts aside to equally immerse himself with the feeling of love that coated your hearts in similar measures. 

“I need you to know how much I love you,” he mumbled into your hair after kissing the top of your head. “and just so you know, I want all your love directed at me from now on, I won't accept less.” 

You giggled as you heard the slightly demanding tone in his voice, it came easily to you so you recognised his playfulness instantly. Your face tilted up as you looked at him with an endearing smile. You murmured softly. “You taught me not to accept less, so you'll see that from me too.” 

“You better, because I'll always love you the mostest, I'm sure of it.”

He cups your face in his big hands and kind of smacks his lips against yours in a second kiss. The man definitely poured his whole heart and soul into this single kiss, his passion dominates, proving how much he feels for you, and you simply allowed it. You wanted this. You loved how he showed that he doesn't play about you, and will never, ever, will.

NCT: favourite positions

A/n: my first post in 3821592 years! I'm very sorry guye for not posting but i kinda have writer's block + college shit because I'm a junior and I'm literally regretting choosing my major omggg 😭 anyways i decided to post something before the year ends and it's slutty asf lol anyways I'm apologizing again for not posting for too long :(

Johnny

One on bed, one standing - this hoe.. he feels powerful when he's having sex in this position, holding you by the waist and just jamming his dick inside you like you're gonna run away. Johnny definitely likes to have sex with eye contact so he can fuck up all your senses, he also loves watching you squirm and tear up as he's rearranging your insides with his dick, he's very much all about control and sensuality.

Taeyong

69 - he seems like a switch to me but is more into being the sub one, i see him liking to have his girl's pussy on his face, it stimulates him so much and it's even better if she rocks her hips and move it on his face. He LOVES oral. Having you going down on him and hin doing the same at the same time is just so hot, and you two receive equal pleasure together, he likes it when oral is used for more than just foreplay.

Yuta

Doggy style - i will forever see yuta as a huge dom and i won't believe otherwise, my boy likes to assert his dominance even when it comes to positions. I see him manhandling his girl, throwing her into the bed, in all fours, grab her waist and puts it then he just moves like he didn't have sex in years, if yuta wants to fix positions during sex he won't tell you to, instead, he'll move you according to his mood. I see him using one hand on your back to bend it down and make your ass higher while the other hand is holding your jaw roughly to force you into looking at his lustful eyes.

Doyoung

Spooning - having your bare back against his chest, his hips smacking your ass while he's kissing your neck is what doyoung is about. He likes this position because he can hold and feel your boobs and it won't feel awkward, he also seems to enjoy hitting it from the back, also the ratio of your bare back to your waist and hips is just a huge turn on for him. He definitely won't be able to think of anything else.

Jaehyun

Reverse cowgirl - he'll be like "do it yourself" and pretend he's to be lazy while he actually wants to see how you would look riding him this way, and he doesn't want his expression to give it away lol so he asks you to ride him like this, he's enjoying the sight of his dick going in and out of you. It gets pretty intense and he loses control near the climax so he grabs your hair with one hand and the other is wrapped around your waist.

Jungwoo

Against the wall - when he's feeling sexy and confident, jungwoo will show you this shamless side of him and push you against the wall, holding your hips firm in his hands while adjusting his body so his cock can enter your pussy with no trouble, you're forced to hold onto the wall while he jams his dick inside you and his pretty lips spreading kisses all over your jaw and neck.

Mark

Legs over shoulders - mark is a horny bastard, and he lets you know. He loves your legs, he's such a thigh guy but i really can't explain it. Having your legs over his shoulders while his dick is all the way inside you is heaven to him. His hands keep leaving pink marks on your thigh from holding it harshly, he bites your things and licks the soft skin on your legs while looking down at you.

Haechan

Missionary - this cocky whore.. haechan is a romantic at heart + he wants to see how he makes you feel so the best position for his desires is missionary, he grabs both of your hands and puts it above your head so you won't be able to touch anything. He likes seeing you this helpless and vulnerable. Also lemme tell you that the intense eye contact almost never stops, it is always passionate with this hoe.

NCT: first date

A/n: I'm planning on making an nct dream masterlist soon and i decided to add mark and haechan there instead :)

[Johnny ]

Restaurant date

A day before the date, you mentioned that you wanted to try eating at this particular restaurant

Since johnny is an attentive boyfriend, he takes a mental note and keeps reminding himself of taking you there

It's not that fancy, he knows you don't like fancy stuff and into the 'normal' places more + he's glad because he too enjoys fun dates more

But because he can't wait to see how excited you'll be, he takes you there the next day lol

And your reaction didn't disappoint, he liked how happy you are even if the food being served there is not his taste at all

Finds it cute when you clap lightly as you wait for your food

You end up finishing your plate first because he can't stop talking

Suggests sharing it with you and you display how worried you are that you might gain weight but he doesn't care, still pushes his plate towards you

You two end up taking lots of pics, he jokes about how you're capable of eating lots of food and you teo end up bickering

To shut you up, he pecks your lips and laughes at your flustered reaction

[Taeyong ]

Amusement park date

It was your idea to go to there

He knows that he won't be able to ride everything there, yet he agrees to go

The biggest babygirl

He holds your hand every time he gets the chance, waits for you to smile at him because it eases his worry

When you reassure him that the rides will be safe he nods cutely and trusts your words

Tugs at your shirt "I'm hungry, can we eat something :("

When you two go to get some cotton candy, he observes how it's done with his big boba eyes and it's the cutest thing ever

But the cuteness leaves his body when you two go on a 'dangerous' ride

He holds you closely to his chest as his protectiveness takes over, doesn't mind tovget hurt instead of you

At the end of the date, his hair is messy due to the rides and you make fun of him, he chases after you as he playfully threatens to mess up yours

[Yuta ]

Bookstore date

He finds the smell of the books very comforting

He wants to know what kind of books you'll like

Simply, he picked this date idea to know more about you, but when the date actually happens, he loses interest in the books thanks to your existence lol

Casually grabs your hands while you two walk the aisles together and pretends to do it unconsciously

If any book catches his attention (rarely happens because his full attention is on you) he'll grab it quickly and jog to where you're standing, showing it to you and his gaze never leaving your face, cutely waiting for your approval

When you find a book you like and read a few sentences to hear his thoughts on it, he doesn't listen, he's more focused on and mesmerized by how pretty you are

You ask him for suggestions but he's in an another utopia

You're slightly disappointed that he doesn't seem interested in the things you say, and he makes it up by buying every book you want

Stares at you as you buy the books you picked, then whispers lightly "I'm so lucky for dating you."

[Doyoung ]

Arcade date

Doyoung is old fashioned, so he didn't plan this date obviously

You simply loved games and wanted to show doyoung how good you are

When you play against each other, he'll lose because he's the beginner and if you taught him well, he'll lose on purpose so you can win

If the game is hard for his brain to grasp he'll go "ugh, i should call jeno to help me!!"

He gets so tired that he suggests you date jeno instead lol

When you play a single player gamw, he steps aside and watches you play, secretly admiring you

Wondering how lucky he is to date a smart person like you

You catch him giggling to himself "what?" "I won" "what??"

He smiles when a blush appears on your cheeks after understanding what he meant

"I'm not that special." "Shut up."

He later surprises you by winning a game and giving you the prize

After the date ended, he kept mumbling how it should've lasted longer so you kissed his cheek to shut him up

[Jaehyun ]

Concert date

It was his idea

Jaehyun insists that you'll have fun in his favourite artist's concert with him

You don't know what the artist's music is like or how things are in his concerts, but you trust jaehyun and go anyways

Lowkey very happy that you actually want to go with him, he doesn't want to show how he's about to die from happiness

With no surprises, you actually started jamming to the music and you liked the atmosphere there, jaehyun is smiling brightly as he noticed how you're dancing and having fun

Takes pics and videos of you while you don't notice

He notices that there are men who get closer to you, pretending to want to see the artist better, but jaehyun catches on what they're trying to do

While you're not paying attention to your surroundings, jaehyun wraps his arms around your frame from behind and rests his head on yours, making those who wanted to disturb you go away, he rocks you as two enjoy the music

You two actually made people jealous, accidentally

He enjoyed being with you more than seeing his favourite artist

"I love you" he says at the end of the concert, a smile appears on his lips when you hold his arms. And you're over there wondering who the hell says 'I love you' at the first date. But it's Jaehyun so you brush it off lol.

[Jungwoo ]

Coffee shop date

It was the first time you two see each other in person after dating online for two months, so jungwoo decided that the first date should be in a simple place

When he first saw you, his lips parted and his expression made you panic "am i ugly or"

He didn't let you complete the sentence "y/n, you're way prettier in real life."

You smiled but you wanted to hide your shyness "are you saying I'm ugly in photos?"

He kept proving that he didn't mean that by complimenting you more and it soon became a "you're more beautiful." "Shut up, you are!" fight

You stopped as soon as you noticed people around you judging lol

You enter, sit on the table next to the glass, jungwoo orders your coffee then you two start giggling and making fun of yourselves for what you did earlier

After your orders came, you sip your coffee and talk

Your words make no sense to him cuz he's not even listening, he's too focused on your lips

You notice it since he stared a little too much "stop staring at my lips"

He becomes flustered and defensive "i wasn't staring, i- i just wanted to try some of your drink"

You give it to him and he purposely drinks from the same spot

"Did you just give me an indirect kiss?" "What are you talking about?" "Jungwoo???" "Yes i did, Who can resist you, huh?"

hii can i request johnny as a boyfriend?

A/n: first request, hope you like it :)

Johnny as a boyfriend

Johnny was buying a gift for his friend when he saw you

You two were in the store at the same time picking stuff from the same aisle

He saw that your eyes settled on a plushie that you wanted to get but before you can decide, he grabbed it

Laughing in the inside like the little shit he is, you didn't mind it

But it doesn't stop there

"Do you know what to buy for a friend?"

He wanted to start any conversation even though he already picked the plushie

You started giving him ideas by pointing at different things but he's not paying attention

He's staring at you, without hiding the fact that he is doing so

Is highkey flirting

Because he is talkative, you two stand there in the store for good thirty minutes talking even though you're strangers

Managed to get your phone at the end of the conversation

As you two became friends, johnny would always call you to hang out, and you couldn't refuse

Who wouldn't hang out with him?

He would quickly grow a liking for you and starts to see you as a potential lover

Even if he doesn't necessarily 'love' you

But he slowly falls in love, and you become the most important person in his life

So he won't confess immediately, he'll drop hints, make you flustered on purpose and flirt with you more

One day, he decided that he needs to actually confess because you're dumb lol and he's afraid someone is going to steal you

When you guys start dating, he actually stops being too playful because you two are not friends anymore

He pretends to be mature, but as soon as you enter the room, he collapses internally

Bro is whipped

Is so fucking cocky it's annoying lol

Like he's so extra when he introduces himself to your friends "I'm y/n's sexiest, prettiest, boyfriend, simply the best person in her life"

Is so competitive

Like he literally puts himself in weird situations because he thinks everyone is competing for your love

Talks shit about your male friends

LOVES LOVES LOVES making you flustered

How your cheeks turn a light shade of pink and you hide your face with your hand? He lovessss it

He loves seeing you blush easily at his words, it boosts his ego sm

When you move to his house, you find the plushie you wanted there on his nightstand

"I kept it with me because it reminded me of you, but now you can take it." "Oh, what about your friend?" "It was for mork but fuck him jkkjkjkggt"

Head kisses are a thing mainly because of the height difference

Since i mentioned height, be prepared to be teased for it

Like he doesn't acknowledge the fact that he's so big and tall, he thinks you're so small and teases you for it

Can't reach him to kiss his lips? Your problem, when you two hang out you look like a father and a daughter? Your problem too

Secretly melts because of it

You think he's the most annoying when he's being cocky? Meet johnny i-want-your-full-attention suh

Bro turns into a five year old

"Y/n?? You're not even listening.", "i won't say it again, you should've paid attention.", "I'm literally shirtless in front of you yet you still chose to pay attention to your damn phone."

Is so whiney

Follows you around the house like a puppy

This happens mostly when he wants to show you something

Switches between this 🙄 and 😒

Has a saviour complex ????

Like when you get hurt slightly he makes a big deal out of it

"Omg you fell on the couch? Is your back okay?"

Gossip gossip gossip

Once he starts talking about his day

He. Will. Never. Shut. Up

The only solution to make him stop gossiping and talking shit: a kiss

Speaking of kissing, i don't see him as a rough kisser

He's actually gentle and his kisses are sweet

Unless you made him jealous or something he might devour you-

Sorry

Anyways

He's the type to take up all the space on the couch so you have nowhere to sit except on his lap

A littleshit

Judges people with you

"Oh my, look at their outfit, so fucking ugly i could never."

You always tell him to lower his voice but he's loud and probably the person heard

When you stare at him accidentally

"What? Am i so hot you can't stop looking at me?", "y/n is obsessed with meeee."

Neck kisses and bed conversations

Breakfast in bed is a thing

Jokes a lot just to hear you laugh because he loves it :)

Picks you up trom school/work and says it's his duty to do so

"Hello? Your personal driver arrived, where are you?"

So cuteeee

Also, this mf is so unpredictable ???

Sometimes he doesn't like pda and claims it's cringe then other time he literally holds onto you as if you'll run away from him

And people in the street are judging you

Since you're dating johnny, throw away your wardrobe for two reasons

One, because he thinks your style is ugly lol and he's going to buy you outfits that are better in his opinion

Two, he wants you to wear his clothes

Seeing you walk around in his hoodie or a jacket he just lent you

It makes his heart melt

Will often tell you to pick up anything you like from his closet

Don't take him to events

Is highkey hilarious

He won't embarrass you, but your friends will gradually like him more lol

The pranks

You'll never recover from his pranks, you either end up laughing or completely traumatized no in between

At night, you spend your time cuddling

He likes to tangle your legs and wrap his arm tightly

The type to scoff and sigh when you move away while you two are cuddling

But he brings you back to him with his strong arm

He traps you in his shirtless chest

So it's hard to breath because his gigantic boobs are not allowing you to

But you don't mind it

Is a big spoon but enjoys being the small one too

Play with his hair!!! He loves it

"I washed my hair extra well today, touch it! It's so fluffy!"

You know he washed it well so you can play with it and compliment him

No personal space

"Are you seriously going to the bathroom? After i threw away all my work, friends and family behind you chose the bathroom instead of the love of your life 😟???"

Head on chest cuddles...

"You're taking up the whole bed." "Sleep on me then."

Is flexing his body strength all. The. Time

Anyways

Is so goofy when he's sleep deprived so make sure he sleeps lol

Laughs like a maniac at night to scare you

But is so cute so keep him hehe

Da best boyfriend idc 🤷‍♀️

NCT 127: kinks

[Johnny]

Domination - he can't be a sub, he will always want to be a dom because he doesn't like being vulnerable and it gives him sense of power and control.

Exhibitionism - this little shit probably likes seeing people get off by seeing him masturbate or just being naked lol, he enjoys showing off.

Size difference - seeing you being way smaller and vulnerable turns him on, he likes how he's way bigger than you, and his favourite positions are where the size difference between you two is very obvious.

Spanking - being a dom, he likes spanking and he often does it when he's punishing you, likes the sound it makes as well as how pink your skin is after.

[Taeyong]

Objectification - he strikes me as someone who wants to be used like a sex doll, will definitely tell you to perform your fantasies on him as you wish. Being dehumanized and humiliated turns him on.

Pain kink - you can't disagree with this, being subjected to physical pain definitely makes him hard, especially when you grab his hair or when you're harsh with him.

Bondage - i feel like he is a switch who likes to be a sub more, and i think he likes the feeling of being restrained. Tying him up and dominating him is surely one of his endless fantasies.

Pet play - this one is obvious, you can't tell me that taeyong won't enjoy this, i feel like he won't ask to do this except when he really trusts his partner, however, he definitely wants someone to unleash his inner kitten.

[Yuta]

Age play - you can't convince me that he doesn't like the whole daddy and little girl thing.

Role play - being the teacher and you being his little girl who is asking him to teach you dirty stuff makes him wild lol he definitely likes it.

Hickeys - it's what he often does, his possessiveness makes him enjoy marking your body, expect to wake up and seeing your neck decorated with love bites almost everytime you have sex with him.

Gagging - he wants to see you gag on his dick as he fucks your mouth, he often thrusts far into your throat just to hear your gagging noises, it makes him feel powerful.

[Doyoung]

Breath play - fucking you and controlling your breath at the same time gets him going. Sometimes he'll be a little too much with it because he's a little shit.

Sensation play - buying sensation play products to use on you from time to time is his thing. Candles are his favourite though.

Corruption - kim doyoung wants to ruin you. He wants to ruin his sweet shy baby with his filthy mind, he definitely likes taking virginities as well as introducing you to hardcore kinks for you two to try.

Orgasm denial - he loves to stimulate you until you're close to orgasm, refraining you from releasing makes him feel powerful, he probably enjoys controlling and teasing you.

[Jaehyun]

Sex in public - for some reason, i can see jaehyun being a shameless man, especially when he's blinded by his arousal, he doesn't mind taking risks in semi safe places like changing rooms and public bathrooms.

Threesomes - i can see jaehyun being so excited to do this lol, especially if it's more of a competition between two men, he'll be so competitive and want praises

Sexting - this mostly happens when he's on tour, jaehyun is a busy man and a horny one so he uses this (and you lol) to relieve himself when he can't see you in person.

Cum play - he does this when he doesn't have a condom nor wants to get you pregnant.

[Jungwoo]

Oral - this mf would be shivering and moaning when you give him a blow job, i just know he does this, and i know he's so good at giving too.

Lingerie - i feel like he's turned on by sexy clothes, he definitely likes it when his partner dresses up for him.

Hair pulling - this is both giving and receiving. He enjoys grabbing your locks while you suck him off and you doing the same while he pounds into you.

Rough sex - he prefers it more than slow sex and it's more better when he can see your ruined face.

[Mark]

Bdsm - he will be shy to bring it up at first, but the more you have sex the more he's ready to tell you about it. The idea of making you serve and please him drives him crazy. He definitely wants to explore everything included in this kink except hardcore stuff.

Oral - this is more of a receiving one, but the feeling of your lips around his cock does things to him.

Cum play - for some reason, i can see mark being so dirty that he wants to paint you with his cum. It's something i feel that he would enjoy.

Auralism - your moans are definitely a turn on for him, all the soft whimpers, groans and hisses makes him extra aroused.

[Haechan]

Corruption - that's why he wants an innocent inexperienced s/o.

Consensual nonconsent - he just wants to have sex without having to motivate you nor having to do foreplay. Also, he likes when you reject him at first and then he changes your mind by ruining you lol.

Dirty talk - he likes it especially if you were innocent, it makes him feel good that he is the only person who can make you change like this. Also, it gets him more in the mood.

Praise kink - if sends him over the edge when he's being praised. Since he can be a little unsure of himself sometimes.

The bet | Johnny Suh

Pairing: johnny x fem!reader

Genre: college students, the reader is in a toxic relationship.

Word count: 2400+

Warnings: mention of sex, clubbing, toxic relationship and gambling.

A/n: i wrote this while sleepy, this is so bad 😭

Glancing across the club at his friends, johnny just attended a party his friend threw three hours ago and the person he's waiting to arrive isn't here yet. He's chatting with people as he's roaming around, but the thought of her occupied his mind, so he was just blabbing with his friends while staring at the door.

You entered the club, confidently walking because why not, but you weren't alone, your boyfriend was walking next to you with your hand tangled in his. You didn't intend to come, but your boyfriend insisted because he was one of johnny's close friends.

Speaking of johnny, he was watching you ever since you stepped inside his house, seeing you there just made a satisfied smile forme on his lips. He bet that you will come and you did.

Now, Johnny doesn't know why he was nervous about you not coming. It was a strange attraction he had towards you and he doesn't understand why. And what made it worse is you're his best friend's girlfriend.

He heads to the counter and grabs two red cups of beer, then he approaches you two. "Hey man, how you doin'?" Your boyfriend takes the drink from him. "I'm good." Your boyfriend says.

"I'm happy you brought y/n."

"Hey." you trailed, smiling a little. "You look good." He grins at you after taking a quick glance at your outfit. Of course you looked good, you didn't wear that mini bodycon blue dress and curled your hair for nothing, you always want to look pretty everywhere. Smiling at his compliment. You mutter a small 'thanks' then you realize your outfit matched with him more than your own boyfriend.

He takes your boyfriend from you and leaves, you curse under your breath since they're the only two you know in this party. You notice that the two are now sitting in a table. You realize that your boyfriend is now playing against his close friend. Not just any game, they're gambling.

You didn't like it when your boyfriend took part in these games, because he bets big, so therefore he tends to lose.. really big. And what made it even worse is that he's playing against johnny, the only person in that friends group that never lost, you really don't know if he's really clever or wins out of luck.

"Ugh, not this again.." you mutter to yourself as you drink your beer. You wanted to stand there and watch them playing because you don't have anybody to chat with. You know why you don't want to be there and you hate to admit it. It's really embarrassing to be his girlfriend.. you thought. Yeah, it really doesn't feel okay being the girlfriend of a loser.

You let out a big sigh as you're watching the game unfold, your boyfriend searches for you and finally finds your figure. He flashes a tense smile before returning his gaze to the cards in his hand. But you don't return the smile, you're scowling at him with crossed arms instead.

"Your boyfriend looks stressed." Mark appears out of nowhere so that startled you a bit. You bring your gaze back at him but johnny catches your attention, he winks at you with a smirk and you find yourself smiling."well, we all know the outcome."

He turns his head. "Yeah, your boyfriend bet really big this time." You roll your eyes at his stupidity. "I know, he always does this.." you sigh.

"But it's different this time, what he bet is something big, i don't know how he even took that decision." You look at mark and he looks serious, what did that loser do? You thought. You began thinking of what that big bet could be, his car? No, he loves his car more than me. you're thinking of any big materialistic thing that he could give up in this stupid game. But he isn't really rich to bet on something very big.

You look at your boyfriend and he looks so stressed, Johnny's expression was unreadable and you wondered why, but you noticed that he glared at your boyfriend from time to time, now you want to know what is wrong with them. Your boyfriend never took a wise decision in his life, when you two started dating, he was financially stable due to his parents, but instead of saving the money his parents gave him at the beginning of the semester to bail him out since he lost his part time job, he went and blew it on stupid stuff. 

And that stupid stuff is mostly the gambling games he plays. He used to be humble and worked hard to support himself when his family weren't there for him, but as soon as he got a bunch of money in his hands, he became so cocky. Unlike johnny, he was way more rich than him, yet johnny was humble and kind, and that made you wonder how the two are friends.

"Why are you even dating him?" Mark asks what you've been thinking about lately, you can't think of a good reason. And you remember what you though of earlier before arriving at the party. "I'm going to break up with him after this party." He looks at you and smiles. "You will." He says, his voice dripping with confidence.

"Now let us take a closer look at that loser." He says, linking his arm with yours as you two approach them. Johnny notices and sends a flying kiss, you can't help but blush a little. Then you assert your attention to the game, your soon-to-be-ex boyfriend looks at the little chips left and lets out a big sigh.

"That's good.." mark mutters under his breath and you hear him. You low key feel bad for your boyfriend. You finish your drink as you keep your attention on them. "Get her another, mark." Johnny points at you and mark obeys. Dashing to the counter to get you a drink. You continue to watch the stupid game as you would call it.

"Here." Mark stretches out his arm and hands you another cup of beer, you mutter a little thank you then bring your attention to the boys. Johnny keeps sending grins and kisses at you and you wonder if your boyfriend noticed his behaviour. "Oh my, he's flirting." He says as he giggles and you can't help but giggle too. We kind of ignore them and chat together, mark keeps talking and you can't stop glancing at them while pretending to hear what he's saying. Johnny is sprawled in his chair, legs spread wide, and one of his arms slung over the back of an empty chair.

While your soon-to-be-ex boyfriend was sweating too much as he is hunched over his cards, you can feel the stress from a meter away. Mark notices how invested you are so he stops talking and watches with you. Johnny signals to you to come and sit, you're hesitant but you take slow steps to them.

"Come here," he pauses. "Sit by me." He commands and you shiver a little, the other isn't paying attention and is trying to do anything to prevent him from losing, which is already guaranteed.

He points at the empty chair next to him. You go and sit next to him, ignoring your boyfriend and the snickers from people around. You notice how incredible johnny smells and you can't help but sniff the air, you were close to him so you can smell his scent well. You stare at your boyfriend who had misery written all over his face, you don't know how to feel about this game upon seeing his expression.

"Forget about him.."

"..and focus on me, only." Johnny's hand touches your thigh, his soft hand gripped it a little before caressing your skin under the table, a light shade of pink crept on your cheeks and you swallow hard as soon as he removed his hand, you look around and wonder if anybody saw that, some people at the party were minding their business while some did not really notice as they were laughed at how your boyfriend was failing, but mark lee did, and he let you acknowledge that by winking at you playfully.

You assume your boyfriend did hear that because johnny's voice was clear, but he didn't pay attention, he kept playing and putting more effort as if his life depended on it. Johnny shuffles his cards like a pro as he smirks at your boyfriend. The other getting more and more angry, his body language portrayed his frustration. As if all he was trying to build fell over, he got up in an annoyed manner. "That's it, I'm done."

Johnny looks at him from his feet to his face. "Expected." He says then he looks at you. Your boyfriend walks away without even glancing at you.

"Hey! Wait!" You call for him but he ignores you and walks outside, you were about to follow him but a hand grabbed your shoulder lightly. You turn around to see johnny's tall figure. The lights falling on him, showing his sexy broad shoulder and his kinda long hair. His sexy scent hits your nostrills again. "Don't follow him." You furrow your eyebrows at him. And look back at your boyfriend, who already left.

"Huh?"

"Your boyfriend's bet was you." He spoke with honesty. You look at him and search for a hint of joking but he was seriousl. You feel a sinking feeling in your stomach. You already know your boyfriend is an asshole, but not to this level. That's why he left without opening his wallet to give money, his bet was you, not money. So that's what mark was trying to tell me earlier, you thought. Your body tenses up as you look away, you can't look at johnny, you can't let him see the tears that are forming in your eyes.

"Hey.." his voice is softer than how it was when he was playing, he reaches and puts his hand on your hand. "It's not as bad as you think." You don't know how to feel upon hearing his words, you're waiting for him to say if you're up for sex or something like that, since that asshole treated you as an object and practically 'sold' you to his friend.

You look at him and wipe your tears since you think you're starting to look like a fool. You pull your dress down to cover you more. "If you want something from me, I'll give it to you."

He raises his eyebrows and you can't tell how he feels about your statement. "You got it wrong, y/n, I'm not the one to do that." The tone of his voice indicated that he was disappointed at you for thinking of him like that. But he did touch my thigh earlier. You thought to yourself as he didn't show any sign of being interested in having sex with you.

"Then what do you want? I'll do-"

"Y/n, i saved you from this relationship, i knew he's not good for you and you deserved someone better." He takes a deep breath before continuing. "So i expected him to bet big just like he always does, i thought he will bet on money.." you listen to him carefully and analyze what he said.

"As soon as he told me that he will give you to me i was glad, i wanted you to leave this relationship because i was honestly so tired of watching you dealing with his toxic ass." You nod. Remembering how you used to ignore the red flags he had because you just didn't want to be alone, you thought it will work out but you were wrong.

He holds your hand with both hands. "So i told him to leave you alone completely if he loses, and he did." Some people were watching you two but you were glad that the music is kinda loud so they can't hear you two. "I knew he wouldn't let you break up with him, that's how terrible he is, so i took the opportunity when he told me about it."

"Now you're free, you don't owe me anything." He gives you a reassuring smile, now you're feeling bad because of what you accused johnny of in your head, he really did save you from this relationship since you knos how that asshole did treat you and how he wouldn't let you leave him.

You find tears rolling down your cheeks but before you wipe it, he reaches and wipes it himself. "Oh come on, you know he doesn't deserve you crying over his ass." You giggle at his words.

"Thank you, johnny." You open your arms and reach out to hug him, he smiles and returns the hug as well, you're glad you're wearing heels so you can hug him well without any troubles. You break the hug andhe kisses your forehead.

"Hey you two, don't you think you're being too sentimental? We're literally in a party." Mark announces his appearance and crosses his arms over his chest. "Forget about what happened, y/n, i want to see your hot ass on the dance floor." Mark said as he wiggled his eyebrows at you, you're known to be a hot mess on the floor. A grin finds its way to your lips as you remember how you used to dance like there's no tomorrow in the previous parties. "That asshole kept you from doing that because he knew how hot you are." Mark reminds you.

"I want you to party hard." Johnny grins at you, building up confidence in you. That's what you needed the most after what happened. "But a good man lets you unleash your sexy self freely." Mark adds, winking at you as he drinks his beer.

Johnny tells his friend who happened to stand near to tell the dj to play one of your favourite songs that you love dancing to. Him and mark stand next to the counter, watching you walk confidently to the dance floor, you find more attention gathered on you from most people. Johnny's eyes are glued to you, you looked mesmerizing to him, feeling so good to see you enjoying being yourself and dancing so well after what happened. "She's so hot." Mark mumbles.

"Shut up, only i can call her hot."

In love with my roommate | Johnny Suh

Pairing: roommate!johnny x fem!reader

Genre: best friends, roommates, friends to lovers, angst and fluff.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: shirtless johnny

A/n: first attempt so pls be nice to me lol, hope y'all enjoy this :)

I rolled over in my bed and looked at the time on my cell phone. It was 9:30 p.m. and my twenty-minute power nap had accidentally turned into a two-hour snooze. I glanced out the window to check the weather conditions. It was completely dark with a lot of wind.

Definitely not the best time to jog around, but it would have to do. I really needed to walk to clear my mind from one thing.

My crush likes someone else.

And what is worse is my crush is, unfortunately, my roommate.

I threw off my blankets and pushed myself out of bed. I gave one good yawn with a long stretch then plopped back on my bed. Remembering that he told me he's going on a date today and might bring that girl he keeps talking about to our shared apartment.

He did leave early, so i suppose they're on their way to here? If so, i have to hurry up, i need to get dressed and be outside in like minutes. If i don't get my lazy ass off my bed and start dressing soon, I'll get to see him here with her.

And I don't want to see her.

I can't allow myself to because I'll know she'll become the person i hate the most, knowing myself, I'll probably blame her for every little thing that goes wrong in my life from the very moment i see her.

And I don't want to do that.

But how will I avoid her when she'll be the girlfriend of my roommate?

A knock on the door startled me. "Are you there, y/n? Can i enter?"

It's him, of course it's him, who would it be except that stupid boy i like?

I found myself fixing my posture as well as my fixing my hair. I hate to admit it but it became a habit to check if i look present and neat in front of him. "Yeah, come in." The door swung open slowly, and there stood Johnny, wearing nothing more than a towel that he wrapped around his waist, showing off his perfectly chiseled body. The towel looked like it will fall any moment.

Little water drops fell from his hair strands to his neck to his chest. I couldn't help but admire how fucking hot he looks right now.

I hope he did not notice me practically drooling over him. "You've been in your bed all day?" Yeah, depressed because you don't acknowledge me nor my feelings towards you, I thought. "Yeah, but I'm going to hang out with a friend, I'm gonna get ready.."

"At this hour? You goin' to a bar or somethin'?" Ugh. That's what I dislike about him. He's so nosy. He's the type to want to know everything, so annoying. I watched him as he went to my closet. "Can't I leave this house without telling you where I'm going?"

"I tell you everything, we're best friends so we shouldn't hide something from each other." He threw a glance at me over the shoulder then took my perfume. He had the audacity to come to my closet and steal this specific perfume everytime he has an important event to attend. Or specifically when he has a date.

Yes, I've suffered for the past two years from watching him going on countless dates. Bringing his girlfriends here and even fucking them here in his room that is right next to mine, i had to listen to it all night while crying silently. He really made me master crying without making any sound, it did became a talent.

He started spraying it on his body, he sprays too much, literally drenches himself in perfumes and it did make me anxious. You wouldn't stand being close to him, you'll get dizzy.

But i don't mind.

"I'm sure your girl will get dizzy if you keep spraying all that." I said. "Nah, you know girls love men who smell good."

I sighed. "I know but that's way too much- wait, you're still using my perfume even after what happened?" His ex girlfriend who was practically living with us here last summer fought with him over this, she thought he was cheating and broke up with him. I don't really understand how he thinks that putting my perfume on will make him attractive.

"I love the smell, okay?"

"Ugh, put it back, i have no time to buy another these days."

"Shut up, you use my stuff too." He put it back and ran his fingers through his soft black hair. I brought my attention to his face again. "I only took a hoodie, it was an emergency and i gave it back."

"Steal anything you want, y/n, there's no other girl that will take my things." I smiled upon hearing his words. "Yet." My smile dropped. And i hoped he didn't notice the dimness on my face since i just remembered his date.

i got up and left my bed untidy, pushing the thought away to the back of my head. While passing by him I ignored how hot he was and kept my attention on my closet. Picked a basic shirt and pants. Grabbed my hair essentials as well since he doesn't look like he'll get out any time sooner. "That outfit isn't enough, it's so cold outside."

I stopped mid walking. "It's fine, i don't get cold easily." I said with bored eyes. He left the room and i put my things on my bed and closed the door. Is he mad or something or did he want to give me space to change in my own room?

I finished dressing up quickly and let my hair loose on my shoulders. I turned the handle of the door and went searching for the keys.

Did he leave already?

I let out a big sigh as i felt my eyes welling up with tears. Did he really leave that fast? Without even saying goodbye? Does he hate me? I don't really understand why i still have a crush on him at this point. It's useless, I'm wasting my emotions and time when i could be doing something better.

"So you didn't wear a jacket, here.."

Two hands put a jacket on my shoulders. I turned around and he started helping me wear it properly. "You always get so cold, i can't stand seeing you shaking." He zipped it and smiled at me. "You look cute in my jacket."

I pretended I'm fixing my 'makeup' while I'm actually wiping my eyes. "Thanks, wear a one too."

"If i wear a jacket, my date won't notice my sexy body!" He argued playfully, i smiled at his stupid reason. "You look good anyways, you don't have to show your body."

I blurted these words out and bit my lip bottom, damn, did i just let him know that i acknowledge how good he looks?

"Why don't you walk with me to the nearby restaurant?" He said, ignoring the statement i said and I'm glad he did so, he raised his eyebrows and placed a grin on his lips, he always does that face to make me say yes. "Alright." I said. I bet he noticed how uninterested i am, maybe that will make him leave me alone.

He grabbed the keys. "You've been my best friend for a long time, y/n, so i want you to see my date." Hm. That's what I'm afraid of. I don't want to have a breakdown when i meet her. I know how weak i am when it comes to handling my emotions. "You're good at reading people, that's why i need you with me, babe."

Did this man just call me babe?

I ignored that feeling in my stomach and nodded. "Let's go!" He blurted happily and skipped to the building's gate. I sighed as i watched him waiting for me to come with a smile.

I wish the reason behind that smile was me.

Skipping a few stairs, then, i walked next to him, i put my hands in my pockets to keep them warm. He was weirdly quiet, usually johnny talks a lot. And he only stops if he's eating or thinking.

So i guess he's thinking of something.

"Why are you dressed so simple." I asked when i saw his outfit. Hw wore a pair of jeans and a sweater. "My date loves simple things, she isn't into fancy stuff." I hummed and brought my attention to the stores. I remember the last time we walked together here. It was last christmas i believe, we had this tradition of taking walks in December as a friendship thing because we met each other in December.

"We arrived." His voice brought me to reality. I looked at the restaurant. It was the restaurant we ate together a lot when we started attending college. Out of all restaurants in town, did he have really have to bring her here?

Why is he quiet? I waited for him to step inside but it looks like his legs got frozen. "Aren't you going to enter?" I asked. Waiting for a response. "she's not inside..."

Is she late to the date? Who's that stupid woman anyways to be late to a date with the johnny suh? If i were her i would've arrived thirty minutes earlier. I can't believe we're freezing in cold waiting for her to come. This alone says a lot about her. But it's good, maybe this will make him uninterested.

"...she's right next to me."

Huh? What did he say?

I looked to his other side. "Nah, she's not here, dumbo."

"If anyone is dumb then it's you, y/n." I furrowed my eyebrows. "Hey, from the moment we met till now i still manage to outsmart you in every situation."

"Yeah, it's obvious." He rolled his eyes. "Are you making fun of me?"

"Yes, because the girl i like is you, y/n."

What?

Did i hear him right?

WAIT.

....

"Huh.. it doesn't make any sense, can you please speak more clearly?"

"I literally just admitted i like you.." he looked at me and stopped talking for seconds, analysing my expression. "Well. It's shocking.."

"It's not, how can someone not fall for you." He got that flirty romantic look in his eyes and i immediately looked away shyly. I can't believe the words that are coming out of his mouth. Does he really like me? And if he did, why did he tortured me all this time?

"Well, i like you too." I admitted. Still not believing the fact that we just confessed to each other, but wait, what if this is a prank?

"I know you like me." I immediately darted my attention to him. "Huh? How did you know?!" I asked in disbelief. "You were obvious, y/n, you can't really hide your emotions."

I bit my lip in embarrassment. "But I'm kinda sad you didn't notice my crush on you." He said, pretending to be sad by doing an awfully cringy aegyo expression. "Like, i literally use your perfume only! I buy you lots of things too! I even tried to get a reaction from you by bringing girls in our dorm, but still nothing. You frustrated me to be honest."

"You're frustrated? Frustration is a weak word to describe how i felt! I wanted to kill you!" He raised his eyebrows. A little too surprised at my choice of words. "Still, I'm not in the wrong." He crosses his arms. "The problem is, i was so obvious, it's not my problem you didn't know i like you."

"How am i supposed to know when you're flirting with literally everyone?" He laughed. And even though i felt annoyed every time i remember it, i couldn't help but smile upon seeing him laugh. "You sound so bothered, i promise you i won't flirt with everyone from now on."

Thinking of us dating, i was too deep in my own thoughts that i didn't realize his hands on my arms. He grabbed me by the jacket and slammed his lips on mine softly, he finally kissed me the kiss i daydreamed about. I wrapped my hands around his neck. Playing with his hair as we kiss.

"Johnny, i think people are staring." I pulled away and whispered into his lips. "Don't pay attention, we can do what we want.." he smiled at me softly "we will do what we want." He connected our lips again, this time, i kissed him with no care in the world.

"I love you, even though you're stupid as hell to the point of not getting my hints."

"Did you just call me stupid?!"

"Sorry!"

FIRE

"Someone! Please help!"

"Fire! Fire!"

"Call the firemen!"

"Aahhh!"

Fire.

Everywhere.

Screams and shrieks could be heard from miles away. They tried to extinguish the fire but there was no avail. In a few hours, everything gradually quiet down.

Not because they were saved but because they died.

Not even a single soul breathed after.

Left the world with unfinished business.

*

"Johnny!", Mark yelled from the opposite end of the hallway and ran towards his friend.

"Why didn't you wait for me?", he frowned.

Johnny gave him an annoyed look,

"I didn't wait for you? Man! I waited for you for freaking 30 minutes!", Johnny yelled. "And Rose even passed by. She offered to walk with me to the bus stop but I declined because I want to wait for you!"

"Oh... Sorry", Mark clasped his hands together while grinning.

"Erghh! I should have followed Rose!", Johnny exclaimed as he walked out of the door.

*

"Hey... Why haven't we reach the bus stop yet?", Mark asked Johnny. He shrugged.

"It's like we are walking in circles", Johnny replied with a frown.

"It's foggy too but it feels hot. Don't you think, Johnny?", Mark gave Johnny a worried look.

"And I should have followed Rose", Johnny glared at Mark and walked faster.

"Hey! Wait up!", Mark chased after Johnny.

*

"It's so hot.. I'm burning right now", Mark complained as he wiped his sweat. "Look my hair is ruined", he whined, pointing his wet hair to Johnny.

"Huh? You think I'm not hot? I waited for you for 30 minutes. Freaking half an hour! And here I am hearing you complaining about your damn hair!", Johnny yelled at Mark's face.

He was about to continue when Mark cut him off.

"I should have followed Rose", he said mockingly. "Go on! Leave me alone!", Mark yelled, turning to the opposite direction. "I'll find my way to that damn bus stop alone."

*

"How could he say that to me. I stayed up late last night to prepare his birthday card", Mark mumbled to himself.

"And why am I walking in circles? The fog is getting thicker it's getting hotter and I can't see a damn thing!", Mark stomped his feet and throw his bag to the ground. He sat down but immediately got up because the ground was hot.

"What the hell?!", he yelled.

Suddenly he heard distinct yelling.

"Help!"

"Help!""Fire!""Somebody help!"

Mark was horrified.

"What? Where's the fire?", he looked around.

Then, he saw a glint of light.

Suddenly, fire came towards him.

Mark ran as fast as he could but he realized that the fire had surrounded him. He coughed as he had swallowed so much smoke.

"If there's fire. Where's Johnny? Where's my other friends? Where's my family?",

Out of nowhere, Johnny came out of the blazing fire, unharmed.

"Jo-Johnny? How come you're fine? There's fire. You came out of the fire", Mark pointed at Johnny, confused. He looked around and rubbed his eyes.

There's still fire. He even pinched himself.

"This is not a dream. How come you're fine?", Mark frowned. Soot covered his face and he coughed.

"I'm not fine, Mark", Johnny said sadly. Suddenly, he melted.

His clothes burned. His eyes flowed out of its socket. He turned into a skeleton.

"I'm dead, Mark. So are you", the skeleton said and melted.

"What?! No...no...no.. This is not happening. I can't be dead!", Marked screamed, holding his head. He crouched down. It's hot but he didn't care. Then, he remembered.

*

"Huh? It's 2 in the morning already?", Mark said as he glanced at his watch. "Hmmm... never mind. I'm done with Johnny's birthday card. I hope he likes it", he smiled to himself.

"Hey... Why do I smell smoke?", he sniffed around. To his horrors, he saw a wood caught on fire fell down from above.

"Fi... Fire!", he screamed and ran outside his room.

"Mom! Dad! You there?!", he screamed for his parents but there was no response. He panicked and ran outside. Luckily, the front door of his house hasn't caught fire yet. He ran to the corridor and saw a swaying Johnny.

"Johnny! Johnny!", Mark ran to him and held him by the shoulder. "We're going to be fine", Mark assured Johnny although the both of them were already coughing badly.

"Mark, we're going to die", Johnny said weakly.

"No! We're going to survive!", Mark pulled Johnny up on his feet.

However, fate was cruel. A big ply of wood fell on top of them. The wood was to heavy on their weak bodies, they couldn't move. Johnny had embraced his sad fate but Mark kept chanting that they will survive.

"We'll survive. I'm sure the firemen will be here soon. They'll save us", Mark said.

"Just accept it, Mark", Johnny replied weakly.

"No, we're still young! We can't die! Don't worry, after this ends. You'll court Rose and I'll help Ten to get Lisa. We just need to wait for them to save us",  he convinced Johnny.

But Johnny just sighed and closed his eyes.

"Hey, Johnny! Wake up! Wake up!", Mark slapped his friend so he could stay conscious but there was no avail, Johnny was dead.

As for Mark, he struggled to stay awake and kept on chanting he'll survive until his last breath.

*

"Oh my God! I'm dead", Mark whispered to himself and looked blankly at his surrounding. Fire.

Just fire.

*

"Sh**! The car broke down!", Doyoung exclaimed.

"I think we should go out and find some help", Jaehyun suggested.

"But this is no where!", Doyoung protested.

"It's worth a try", Jaehyun smiled.

Doyoung sighed but followed him anyway. After a few minutes of walking, they saw an old building. Before the both of them could say anything, someone greeted them.

"Hey, need some help?"

They turned around.

"I'm Mark", the guy introduced himself.

"And this is Johnny", he pointed at the tall guy beside him.

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Hi again! *waves hand*

I posted again today... but this time it’s a horror oneshot. How is it? I hope you will like it! And I edited the picture on top too, I hope it’s okay hehehe... bye🖐

a home can be a place with a lot of hate, holes and a lot of bad things but never with you. my most safe place in the world. my home.

doyoung as kuromi

Sorry i just 👀

this was the first thing i thought of-

Fight Club

Johnny X Y/N X Yuta Nakamoto

Just a piece of advice!!! This fanfiction probably won't make any sense unless you've seen the 1999 movie Fight Club written by David Fincher. This revolves around the storyline for said movie and previous knowledge of it needs to be present for it to make sense! In that case, read on! :) 💜💜

⚠️ Warnings: swearing, mentions of gore, mentions of nsfw, talk of weapons and violence as well as drugs⚠️

"You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You are not your fucking Khakis. You are the all-singing all-dancing crap of the world."

...

Part Two:

Flashback:

Going on business trips was Yuta's least favorite part about his shitty existence. Having to travel from flight to flight for his business sucked, as he would say, ass.

So another plane ticket for him would mean another night of no sleep, zoning out while someone talked about a car line they needed to recall because of safety hazards, and then back onto his flight with people he had no interest in. That's the thing about self-serving "friends." They're just people who you have the displeasure of meeting because you're both going to the same place. After you're done trying to pass the time, you never see each other again and that's that. Well, Yuta thought of it that way.

Trying to get some sleep, he rested against the very uncomfortable plane seat and closed his eyes.

He didn't know when he passed out, just that it wasn't for long. The flight attendant had already gone through with the snack tray, he figured from the pretzels other people had on their laps that it wasn't too long ago. Sighing, he shuffled around his seat so he was in view of the window. However, someone was now sitting there fiddling with the window cover. He had longer black hair and red tinted glasses taking up most of his face. A cigarette was dangling between his teeth- unlit -and he had on a pair of very tight and very leather jeans. He also had an old pair of dress shoes with a hole in the top and scuff marks along the side. This man must've gotten dressed in the dark, Yuta decided.

"If you feel that you would be unable or unwilling to perform the duties on the safety card, please ask a flight attendant to reseat you."

The Elton John impersonator finally spoke to Yuta, a cocky grin on his face and glasses slowly sliding down his nose. In his hand was the manual for a plane crash which he must've taken out of the seat pocket in front of him. Yuta didn't think that anyone actually read those.

"That's a lot of responsibility."

"Wanna switch seats?"

"No, no I don't think I'm the man for that particular job."

What was with this guy? Yuta's first thought was drugs, but then he mentally slapped himself for thinking that. 'This guy's probably just as sane as I am', he thought.

The man sighed and looked around at the rest of the passengers before staring back out the window. "An exit door procedure thirty thousand feet. Mhm. The illusion of safety." He smiled again, except this time Yuta could feel himself glued to his chair, as if his movements would lead to the plane crash Red Glasses was talking about.

"Yeah, I guess so." Yuta let out with a sigh.

Just then the man said, "You know why they put oxygen masks on planes?"

'Oh joy', "So you can breathe."

Red Glasses sighed and rolled his eyes. It's clear that he's making Yuta out to be an idiot. "Oxygen gets you high. In a catastrophic emergency, you're taking giant brain-panicked breaths. So you become euphoric, docile, you accept your fate. It's all right here." He grabs the pamphlet and opens to the page he was reading. Then, shoving it in Yuta's face, he continues his rant.

"Emergency water landing 600 mph. Blank faces, calm as Hindu cows."

The horribly computer generated pictures of people following safety protocol showed them all- as Red Glasses stated - unusually calm. At this, Yuta laughs. The man did have a point.

"That's uhm, that's an interesting theory."

After a pause in conversation, Yuta tries to talk to the man again as he realizes that this is the most interesting conversation he's had throughout his whole trip. He actually didn't expect someone with so much exuberance to be seated on his opposite side.

"What do you do?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, what do you do for a living?"

The man's face turned into another one of those cocky smiles as he pushed a couple strands of hair away from his eyes.

"Why? So you can pretend like you're interested?"

Yuta laughed again, not sure how to respond. His textbook conversations that he had thought up earlier while sitting on his prized IKEA couch wasn't working. The conversations he saved for when he didn't know what to say. They were usually foolproof, but not with this guy. For once in his life, Yuta felt dumb.

"You have a kinda sick desperation in your laugh," The man stated as he reached for something from below the seat in front of him. Realizing what it was, Yuta exclaimed that they had the same briefcase. Odd stranger and similar taste. Interesting.

"Soap."

"Sorry?"

"I make and I sell soap." He opened the briefcase and saw the bars of soap Red Glasses was talking about. For the neat way they were packaged, Yuta could tell this guy was serious. Indeed, he made soap. They were a little deformed, but Yuta guessed the sold well. Their appearance was high quality.

"The art sticks of civilization." Yuta took the business card held out in front of him.

'And this is how I met....' "Johnny Seo."

"Did you know if you mixed equal parts of gasoline and frozen orange juice concentrate you can make nepalm?" Johnny said, looking directly at Yuta now.

"No I did not know that, is that true?"

"That's right. One can make all kinds of explosives using simple household items."

"Really?"

"If one were so inclined." Johnny smirked again and shut the briefcase in his lap closed. The smell of the fruity soap washed over Yuta's nose as it did, and he started to understand why people bought them. There's a sense of familiarity to the smell, Yuta couldn't tell if it reminded him of old lady perfume or bacon.

"Johnny, you are by far the most interesting single-serving friend I have ever met. See, I have this thing that everyone on a plane is single-serving-"

"-Oh I get it. That's very clever." Johnny interrupted Yuta as he was about to explain his odd correlation with people and planes. Usually, the person Yuta talked to when he boarded was someone who was desperate to get him to shut up, so they let him talk about God knows what for however long he wanted. Not Johnny, though.

For lack of something better to say, Yuta replied with "Thank you."

"How's that working out for you?"

"What?"

"Being clever."

'Who is this guy?' "Great."

"Hmn. Keep it up then." Johnny patted Yuta's shoulder and smiled again. It was 100% a half smile and Yuta could tell that his small talk was boring Johnny to no end. His observations were proved true when Johnny readied to get up to leave his seat.

"Right-O. Now, a question of etiquette as I pass- do I give you the ass or the crotch?"

...

Yuta aggressively typed on his work computer while his thoughts mercilessly tugged at his brain. Y/N was mad again, Yuta could tell. It wasn't just about the dress thing, no it was also because of the sex. She'd been pestering him about it all week, trying to lure him upstairs. Yuta wasn't sure why she was trying to play with both him and Johnny but he knew that there was something wrong.

Fight Club was also very quickly taking over Yuta's life. He dressed sloppily to work every day, not even bothering to put on a tie or button up the rest of his shirt, with blood stains from a fight the night before. He was even smoking in the office, something he wasn't used to doing but now couldn't care less about.

Throughout all of the activities taking hold of him, Yuta couldn't sleep again. His insomnia was the worst he can remember it ever being. With that thought still on his mind, he grabbed his laptop bag and walked out of the office, on his way to Joon's once again.

...

"Alright boys. It's time for another fight. This week we have Yuta and one of the newcomers."

Johnny was getting used to his position as a spectator. He'd only fought a couple of times, but he seemed to get a pass from the other members because of the position of leader he'd taken over. His poise and demeanor had changed since Yuta's first encounter with him; that cocky, arrogant smirk still resided on his face but that was all that was left of the Johnny Yuta once knew. Or so he thought. He'd only known Johnny for a few months after all.

Yuta prepared himself for his next fight. He was angry. And his insomnia was getting worse by the second- he needed someone to take his aggression out on. Pain seemed to be the only cure to his sleep deprivation.

"Alright Yuta. You're up against Ten."

Yuta stared at the tall and muscular man at the other end of the "ring". He wasn't jacked but he definitely worked out. He was fit, covered in tattoos, and was littered with piercings along the sides of his ears. This man had so many pictures etched onto his skin that Yuta doubted he could even count them all. And, he was bleached blonde. Like- really bleached blonde. Draco Malfoy would've been jealous.

Yuta planted his feet firmly to the ground, watching the strange man named Ten do the same thing. This was his first night, so Yuta would be sure to make it memorable for him. At least, from the ground.

"How much do you bet?" Yuta heard from someone in the crowd. Since when was Fight Club about bets?

"I'll give you a twenty for tattoos."

That was all Yuta needed to hear before he was filled with rage. Johnny was in on this too? This was just supposed to be the two of them. Since when was it about an underground cult? Yuta felt sick to his stomach as he dealt the first blow.

And then another. And then another. And then another.

Why wasn't Ten fighting back? Well you see, Yuta had struck him completely by surprise, rendering him defeated from the minute his ass hit the cement ground of Joon's sacred basement. Ten couldn't even stand to try again before this kid was on top of him hitting him everywhere: the jaw, the nose, the eyes, even his motherfucking ear.

Yuta was ruthless.

For once, Fight Club was silent. The only thing that could be heard was Yuta's punches and the snapping of bones and moaning of Ten from beneath him as his body contorted into uncomfortable positions. He was bleeding from his nose and mouth and his beautiful face was now going to have an incredibly large scar across the side.

Amidst all of this commotion, Johnny lit a cigarette.

"Get him off."

Yuta was pulled away from Ten who was now knocked out cold.

"Why'd you beat up Ten that badly?" Johnny asked, looking directly at Yuta with an undecipherable look. He had a beer in one hand and hair frizzled everywhere. Over the past couple of months it had grown to an extraordinary length of an inch and a half. This meant flyaway strands everywhere. Yuta was mainly just looking for anything to focus on instead of his friend's face. The humiliation of what he had done to Ten's face was enough for him. Yuta held his wrist to his chest and assessed any leftover damage.

"I felt like destroying something beautiful."

...

The streetlights were dim as Johnny and Yuta ran through the dark. The sidewalk was uneven so they'd taken to the side of the road instead, making their way to the back of a large building with scuffed up shoes and bloodied noses. Yuta had no idea why he was here other than the fact that Johnny had dragged his ass out into the cold to "make soap" or whatever the fuck that meant. Yuta knew he'd figure it out though, Johnny always had a way with turning anything into a philosophical speech.

The chain-link fence was nearing Yuta's vision as he and Johnny ran on. The lights were brighter up there, and for a second Yuta wondered if they would get caught trying to break into the place. Johnny had said it was abandoned, but that obviously wasn't true seeing as he was shimmying his way over the fence after throwing his coat up over the barbed wire. He was making fast hurried movements and Yuta followed suit, grabbing the red leather jacket and hoisting it over his shoulder once he was on the other side. An alarm rang out and they both ducked for cover behind a large dumpster.

"I thought your dumbass said this place was abandoned?"

"It is at night. Usually."

"Who's out here?!?" They heard a policeman yell, the sound of a dog nearby made them stop in their tracks.

"Shit. Guess we'll have to wait him out." Johnny said between drawls of his cigarette.

"Wait him out?! It's 26 degrees outside are you crazy?!?"

At this, Johnny smiled. "Very."

The next twenty minutes were grueling as they waited for the guard to leave. Once security was taken care of, Johnny led Yuta to another dumpster on the other side of the building. Upon opening it, he climbed inside and started rumaging through it.

"Johnny, where are we?"

"Can't you fucking read?"

Yuta looked above Johnny's head to where he was pointing. There was a giant sign that proved they were in a medical facility. Liposuction.

At Yuta's realization, a bag of said material was thrown at him and he barely caught it in his arms before it fell to the ground. The red and flesh colored goop slid around in the bag reminding Yuta of throw up.

"Here, there's a few more."

Going back over the fence, Johnny threw Yuta more bags from the dumpster as he caught them from the other side. However, one of these were a failed attempt because the Yuta had found himself lost in thought. You, in particular.

He remembered how excited you were to show him the dress you'd bought. Your happy little giggles as you paraded around in it when you had found it made his heart swell.

Wait why does he remember that? Wasn't the first time he'd seen you wear it was in the kitchen?

"Hey shit face! The lard!"

Snapping back into reality, Yuta watched the bag catch on the barbed wire and split open, releasing a flood of human fat and blood all over his head.

"Aw fuck."

...

Yuta had taken a very thorough shower. He had been washing for hours it felt like, just to try and remove that god-awful smell from his hair and his clothes. Not that the water on Paper Street was very clean, but it was better than nothing.

Once he was finished he got dressed in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. It was already past 3:00am and he doubted he would be getting much sleep anyways, so he just got ready for work. Walking down the rickety stairs from his bedroom and into the kitchen, he was met with that horrible smell once again.

"Ugh, what is that?" Yuta asked, looking for Johnny to answer. He held his nose and made his way to the fridge where he was stopped by Johnny who brought out some of his experiment stuff.

"Ay watch it this shit burns." He said, going back to stirring whatever pot he had been fussing over previously. Johnny was wearing nothing but his pants from earlier, his shirt was lying on the other side of the counter and his jacket had been abandoned to the bedroom upstairs. Because of this, Yuta was able to see Johnny's exposed muscles as well as the scars from previous fights and other miscellaneous events in his life. Yuta couldn't help but stare. Johnny really was pretty.

"Okay." He motioned for Yuta to stand at the table that was covered with experiments and the lard from their previous adventure. Once Yuta was situated at the table with a confused expression dawning his face, Johnny smiled. This was one of those malicious ones that he put on before he fucked something up for Yuta again. Last time he'd given him this look, it was when he threw Yuta's work computer out the window of their dingy old house blabbering on about corporate businesses and the corruption of everyday society.

Johnny then grabbed Yuta's hand and kissed it.

"What is this?"

Johnny picked up a lenticular container from his left hand side and started to pour the powdery contents onto Yuta's hand.

"This," he said, "is chemical burn."

Yuta was confused as to why his wrist was being held down to the spot but then the chemical kicked in. Yuta's first reaction was to scream.

The pain was unbearable. It was the worst pain Yuta had ever felt and he was starting to wish he could die just to get it to stop. Anything to put out the flames on his hand, eating his flesh and leaving a crater in its wake. His breathing quickened as his body went into fight or flight mode, his hand shaking around in Johnny's grasp and his legs wobbling.

"It'll hurt more than you've ever been burned and it'll leave a scar." Johnny stated in a nonchalant tone.

'If guided meditation could work for cancer it could work for this.' Yuta thought as he closed his eyes and tried to envision a nice forest somewhere. His daydreaming, however, was cut short by Johnny's voice.

"Stay with the pain. Don't shut this out."

"No!" Yuta drew back from Johnny's hand and his head hit the shelf containing their unused pots and pans. He held his burning hand to his side as he waited for the pain to stop or even just dwindle a little. Yuta felt his adrenaline levels skyrocket as tears formed in the corners of his eyes.

Johnny took hold of Yuta's wrist with his burning hand once again and slammed it down on the table. Due to his thrashing, Yuta knocked a lot of Johnny's materials onto the ground of the kitchen, not caring about destroying anything and only thinking of the excruciating pain before his eyes.

"Look. At. Your. Hand! The first soap was made from the ashes of heroes, like the first monkey shot into space! Without pain, without sacrifice, we would have nothing!" Johnny stared at his friend dead in the eyes and tried to illicit a sense of fear into him.

Yuta screamed again as he tried not to think of the words sear or flesh. Nothing was working to try and calm the pins and needles attacking his body. He tried to break away from Johnny but to no avail. The man was prepared for this, it seemed.

"STOP IT. This is your burning hand! It's right here!" With that statement, Johnny slammed Yuta's hand against the counter again to try and focus his friend on his philosophical assignment. He was getting pissed now.

"I'm going to my cave. I'm going to go to my cave and I'm going to find my power animal!" Yuta exclaimed, trying to remember his sessions from support group and their ways of coping with difficult tasks. He remembered in a Leukemia group that someone had mentioned a "safe space" where you could form whatever it is your heart desires to try and make yourself feel safe in an unsafe situation. Yuta found his to be a cave with a penguin, however, that penguin has changed into his daydream of you.

"No!" Johny rolled his eyes and slammed his fist on the table to accentuate his point. "Don't deal with it the way those dead people do! Come on!"

"I get the point you're making please! Please make it stop!" Yuta managed to get out in between heavy breaths and the knot in his throat.

Johnny pursed his lips. "No! What you're feeling is premature enlightenment!"

Yuta imagined his cave once again in an effort to escape his reality. Instead of your calming face, he was met with the image of you naked while he was atop you, both of you within the icy confines of his arctic imagination. He coughed as he went in and out of his vision.

Johnny must've sensed what his friend was up to, because not seconds later Yuta was getting slapped across the face. "It's the greatest moment of your life, man! And you're off somewhere missing it!"

"No I am not!" Yuta screamed through gritted teeth.

"Shut up! Our fathers were our models for God. If our fathers bailed, then what does that tell you about God?!"

"No, no I don't-" Another forceful slap from Johnny resonated throughout the room.

"Listen to me!" Johnny threw his goggles off his head and onto the floor with the other cups of mysterious substances that Yuta had dropped.

Johnny got closer to his face to the point where if he leaned any further over the table, he'd be nose to nose with Yuta.

"You have to consider the possibility that God does not like you. He never wanted you. In all probability, he hates you. But, that's not the worst thing that can happen."

"It's not?!"

"We don't need him!" Johnny spat, and Yuta could tell that his pleading was getting him nowhere. For now, all he could do would be to endure the pain until Johnny felt sorry enough to tell him how to stop the burning. He had to know, right? He was the one who was working with the fucking chemical.

"We don't! We don't need him, I agree!!"

Johnny smiled at him from the other side of the table. "Fuck damnation man, fuck redemption! We are God's unwanted children?! Then so be it!"

Yuta flung his hand to the side with Johnny still attached, knocking over more things in their kitchen and watching as his supposed to be single-serving friend laughed through his pain.

"Listen! You can run water over your hand to make it worse, or you can- look at me! -or you can use vinegar to neutralize the burn."

Bingo. That was Yuta's ticket out of this hell. His eyes met Johnny's and he could feel his hatred for him bubbling up from his chest and into his eyes where he put everything he felt into his look. He wanted Johnny to know how he was feeling.

"There you go."

"Please let me have it! Please!"

"First, you have to give up. First you have to know, know, not fear, that one day you're going to die."

"You don't know how this feels!" Yuta screamed again in agony, watching the bubbling of his flesh on what was left of the top of his hand. Of course Johnny could sit all high and mighty on his side of the table, he had no idea how much Yuta was suffering. Was this some sort of sick joke?

Johnny's malicious smile returned once again as he raised his other hand from under the table and into Yuta's line of vision. There, on the spot Yuta felt the most pain at the moment, was a scar similar to that of a chemical burn on Johnny's hand. Ugly, big, and worn with pride.

"It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything."

Yuta's eyes met his as he started to calm down and his body adjusted to the fire on his right hand. "Okay." He said as a tear rolled down his cheek.

Johnny slowly removed the boy's hand from his grasp and watched as Yuta held his same position with his hand over the table. He was shaking, but he was determined to see this through now, knowing that it was one of Johnny's more difficult lessons. If he could get through Fight Club on the daily, he could get through this, easy. Even though the burn hurt more than any missing tooth or broken nose.

Johnny grabbed the giant jug off the counter behind him and flipped the cap off, throwing it's contents onto Yuta's hand and drenching him in vinegar. The pain instantly stopped and Yuta clutched his hand to his chest and fell to the floor, calming himself down after all of this. He looked up towards the table and saw Johnny staring down at him with that shit-eating grin of his.

"Congratulations. You're one step closer to hitting the bottom."

Amongst the spinning of the ceiling and the labored breathing, Yuta found beauty in the events of that night on Paper Street. They might not have made soap, but they made a man. And Yuta found out he was more capable of anything than ever before.

...

(Part three coming soon!)

[AN:] Thank you for reading! Please interact with your thoughts! This is somewhat new writing material for me and I would love to know if you liked it or not! Thank you! :)

FIGHT CLUB

Johnny Seo X Y/N X Yuta Nakamoto

Just a piece of advice!! This fanfic probably won't make any sense unless you've seen the 1999 movie, Fight Club written by David Fincher. This revolves around the storyline for said movie and previous knowledge of it needs to be present for it to make sense! In that case, read on! :) 💜💜

⚠️ Warnings: swearing, mentions of gore, mentions of nsfw, talk of weapons and violence as well as drugs⚠️

People were always asking me, did I know Johnny Seo?

"We won't really die, we'll be immortal."

"You're thinking of vampires."

"oh-...ra..aH-...oo"

With a gun barrel between your teeth, you only speak in vowels.

With my tongue, I can feel the silencer holes drilled into the barrel of the gun. Most of the noise a gunshot makes is expanding gases. I totally forgot about Johnny's whole murder-suicide thing for a second and I wondered how clean the gun barrel was.

Johnny checked his watch. "Three minutes."

The building we're standing in won't be here in three minutes. You take a 98-percent concentration of fuming nitric acid and add three times as much sulfuric in a bathtub full of ice. Then, glycerin drop-by-drop. I know this because Johnny knows this.

The demolitions committee of Project Mayhem wrapped the foundation columns of this building with blasting gelatin. The primary charge will blow the base charge, and this spot Johnny and I are standing on will be a point in the sky.

"This is our world now. Two minutes."

Two minutes to go and I'm wondering how I got here.

...

Part One:

"I want you to hit me." Johnny said, fixing his posture and squaring up to Yuta trying to get a better position for a fight. They were outside of Joon's on a cold night after Yuta lost his apartment and his job. Both of which exploded in his face. His apartment a bit too literally. He wondered if any of his Ikea furniture survived the blast.

"I- What?" Yuta was confused now. First, Johnny had stolen a bunch of ketchup packets from the inside of the restaurant, stuffed them in his pockets, and walked out with a cigarette dangling between his teeth. Now, he was asking Yuta to knee him in the gut or swat him on the nose.

"You heard me. I know you want to."

Truth is, Yuta did want to hit him. And to be fair, Johnny deserved it. I mean, the guy blew up his apartment with homemade dynamite for Christ's sake.

Yuta reeled his arm back and hit Johnny the best he could. Johnny looked taken aback as he stumbled to regain his footing. Through a bloody nose and determined eyes he replied, "My turn."

And thus, Fight Club commenced.

...

"The rules of Fight Club are as follows:

One, you do not talk about Fight Club.

Two, you DO NOT talk about Fight Club.

Three, someone yells stop, goes limp, taps out, the fight is over.

Four, only two guys to a fight.

Five, one fight at a time.

Six, no shirts, no shoes.

Seven, fights will go on for as long as they have to.

Eight, if this is your first night at Fight Club, you have to fight."

Johnny walked around the circle of men who had gathered before him as he explained the rules of the club; a club which was held in Joon's basement- a restaurant with very few customers. Originally, Fight Club had been something between Johnny and Yuta, something small that would pass the time when they wanted to relieve some stress. It was merely playtime for the two and now it had branched into what it was today.

Yuta continued wrapping his hands in gauze from his last fight. Taeil from one of his previous support groups beat him nasty; blood dripping from the top of the Japanese boy's head as well as a giant cut along the underside of his wrist. It wasn't anything unusual, he had won of course, sending Taeil straight for the floor and knocking out a couple of his teeth. It wasn't the wound that stung, no. It was the jealousy that bubbled in his chest and made way for his throat. Fight Club was never supposed to be this. It should've been just him and Johnny.

"Man. I see in Fight Club the strongest and smartest men who've ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see squandering. Goddamn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose, or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war...our great depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires and movie gods and rockstars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very very pissed off."

Johnny looked at each man once and then swiveled around and looked at them again. He held eye contact with each and every person so that his words were reaching them on every level possible. He wanted them to feel. To feel the pain of the unforgiving world and the passion for Fight Club. He wanted everyone to praise his words like the Bible and for them to go home later that night with a sense of enlightenment. He wanted Fight Club to be burned into the brains and the skin of these men.

But I am Jack's inflamed sense of rejection.

Yuta barred his teeth from where he was sitting. Johnny had a way with words. Even if he was pissed from their earlier conversation with you in the house, he wasn't showing it. Johnny had stripped him of anger towards himself and provided him with anger towards the movement. Yuta was going to make the best of this club- watching humanity's downfall while he sat from his throne looking out towards everyone's anguish. That was where he belonged, Yuta thought. Not in some corporate office building fetching papers for his boss.

He thought back to his life before Johnny. How he would work his 5-9 job in some shitty little office building with shitty little people with shitty little egos. He remembered what a horrible insomniac he was, sleeping a total of one hour a night- if he was lucky. He remembered going to his support groups just to feel something. To cry on the shoulders of others who were going through unimaginable pain as he cried from his position of perfect health. It was all an effort to sleep at night until he realized that he was spending his days in pain and inflicting pain on others. And he was addicted to it.

You had walked into one of his regular support groups on a Saturday; one of the founders of said group griping about the fact he'd lost his balls to testicular cancer and sobbing up on the rickety podium. You had caught his eye that day- and not just because you were a woman walking into a support group for men with non-functional penises. It was because of the first words to come out of your mouth:

"This is cancer, right?"

You were his downfall. You ruined everything at first. Because you had shown up to his daily pain sessions, he was no longer the black sheep of the group- the only one who was healthy out of a room of dying people. Sure, you were dying, but that was because of the shitty drugs you put into your body and the cigarette that was always hanging out of your mouth. But Yuta realized that his feelings of hatred were actually ones of intense sexual desire.

He'd fucked you later that night anyways.

Or at least, he dreamt about it.

"Who's first?" Johnny asked to no one in particular, awaiting a response from one of the eager men around. This snapped Yuta out of his daze as he looked down at his hands. The gauze was wrapped too tight (probably a direct result of his previous thoughts) and the blood was seeping through the makeshift bandage. Oh well, at least he'd shown Taeil who's club it really was.

The first to agree on fighting was a scrawny looking boy with red and white hair. An odd color combination, but Yuta guessed it framed his face nicely. He had a bunch of piercings along his ear and a determined look on his face. A slight grin showed his confidence as the boy took his shirt off and loosened up his belt.

On the other side of the "ring," there was another boy that radiated an equal amount of confidence but looked a bit skeptical as his eyes landed on the others around the dank basement. He too, removed pieces of his clothing and slicked his blonde hair back from his face.

"Alright, first victims are Taeyong and Hendery. Knock yourselves out.....literally."

Johnny stepped away from them as they collided with one another, blood already dripping from the eyebrow piercing on Hendery's face and a crack coming from Taeyong's finger. Despite this, the boys looked more fiery than ever before as they tackled one another to the ground, ripping out each other's hair and punching each other wherever they could reach. A quick sharp kick to Hendery's groin left him falling to the ground where the other boy found his footing and beat him to a pulp. Not the first fight that ended up in two broken noses, but definitely the first fight to bring this many people together.

And with Taeyong's win, Yuta followed Johnny back home to the abandoned neighborhood they stayed in.

...

Again, it was another night of Yuta lying restless as he listened to your moans coming through the wall separating him and Johnny. Once you had met Johnny all it took was a promise of a new carton of cigarettes to go up to the bedroom with him. This wasn't anything new to Yuta (who did have a crush on you, he was just too afraid to admit it) who heard it every hour of every day; he wondered if you two ever grew bored of slamming the headboard against the wall.

Yuta figured the only thing he could really do in this situation was to go downstairs to the rotting kitchen and make himself a sandwich out of condiments stolen from Joon's and a couple leftover banana peppers from the night before. He pulled his robe over his shoulders and made his way down the decaying hardwood stairs of the mildewed house, making sure not to step on the soggiest part of the floor.

It was cold, but it felt nice after sweating in his blanket just a few minutes before. He opened the door to the fridge and found the pickles as well as the condiments, but his eyes stopped when he spotted some of Johnny's "lab equipment" which consisted of homemade explosives and torture mechanisms. Why they were in the fridge, Yuta didn't know, but he presumed Johnny had a reason. Just as long as he didn't find any Lye in his sandwich.

After making the shittiest thing Yuta had ever eaten in his life (which is saying a lot because he's accidentally eaten literal shit) he made his way upstairs, past the banister and the bathroom with the lonesome bathtub. He was just about to pass Johnny's room when he realized that it had been quiet. For a minute and a half.

Slowly, he opened the door and BANG Johnny walked straight into him wearing nothing but a robe.

"The fuck you doing man? Hey- is that the ketchup I stole from Joon's?"

"Ah shit! Uh I was just making a sandwich is all," he stammered out as he just about dropped the plate. He wasn't going to admit to Johnny that he was looking to see what had gone on with their sexcapade since he'd had a pleasant couple of seconds to himself for the first time since your and Johnny's introduction.

"Hey! I found the cigarettes."

You were high off your ass as you rolled around in Johnny's horribly stained bedsheets, waiting for whatever the holdup was at the door. "Y'all want some?"

"No thanks, Sylvia Plath."

...

Day two of Fight Club commenced in Joon's basement on a spectacularly cold Thursday, when Yuta was supposed to be at work. Instead, he was sitting on one of the empty barrels by the back of the room, watching everything happen before him. Fight Club wasn't just Fight Club anymore. This pain was all normal. It was expected. It wasn't anything different or new like the support groups Yuta had found solace in when he was an insomniac. He could feel the night of restlessness before him.

"Alright men, get your shit together. Today we have someone new joining our group. And, as the rules state, if it's your first night at Fight Club, you have to fight."

Johnny paced the circle of men, gripping onto the loops of his belt to make him look like more of the leader and less of a member. His shoulder length black hair was tied into a ponytail and his muscles were on full display; curtesy of his white slim-fit tee. Yuta would have to agree with you on one thing- Johnny was sexy as fuck. He was a confident bastard, but he understood why you liked someone like him. He was more than Yuta ever could be.

"On one side we have Jaehyun, an undefeated member of our group- not counting me of course."

This granted a couple of chuckles from the back as Yuta waited in anticipation for the newest member to be announced.

"Welcome, Xiaojun. Hope you find happiness getting your brains knocked out in a basement this small."

And standing before Yuta was Xiaojun, a former applicant of the testicular cancer support group, someone whom he had cried on as he wistfully remembered the days before meeting Johnny on a plane (That was a lot to cover into one fanfiction, but if you've seen the movie you'd know what I'm talking about). The days where pain wasn't measured by the amount of people feeling it, and instead was something to pass the time.

The blonde haired boy walked up to Jaehyun and smiled. It wasn't a 'Oh it's so nice to be here I can't wait to fight!' type smile. No, this smile was nothing more than pure malice.

Xiaojun was taking Jaehyun down. Yuta knew it for fact.

"Alright, have at it."

With Johnny's approval, Jaehyun launched for the boy, one arm balled into a fist and the other ready to strike a blow to the stomach. However, Xiaojun cut right across his ribcage and managed to dodge the blow, that shit-eating grin never once leaving his face.

"Ah fuck," Jaehyun clutched his chest as he doubled over in pain. Not allowing for the opponent to get too far though, he got back up on his feet and positioned himself so that he would be ready for another punch.

Jaehyun went in again, this time he was aiming lower to serve as an uppercut, payback for what the fast guy he went against did on his last move. He just about hit Xiaojun when Xiao ducked and rolled along the floor knocking Jaehyun from his position. Jaehyun was on the ground and was pinned there. Now all that was left was the final blow.

Yuta could hear one of the people in the circle mumble "fatality" in reference to Mortal Kombat as Xiaojun beat the shit out of this guy. Blood was going everywhere, nose was most definitely broken, his seemingly perfect face was now most definitely bruised. Hell, this guy would be lucky to even have a few teeth left from what Yuta could gather as he was positioned farther outside of the circle.

"Hey. HEY! RULE THREE BITCHASS!" Johnny's voice brought everyone back down to earth as they realized 'holy shit, Jaehyun is on his way out,' and they scrambled to help him off the floor. Knocked unconscious and bleeding from almost every orifice (except his ass), laid Jaehyun, once a fearless champion amongst the crowd now a bird with clipped wings.

I am Jack's complete lack of surprise.

Yuta caught a glimpse of Xiaojun, seemingly in perfect condition and a clam expression on his face. His eyes were the same though, the same as Johnny's. He was definitely a force to be reckoned with.

...

You couldn't say you were surprised in the least amount with Johnny's sudden outburst. All you had done was talk to him about his selfish ways; and he most definitely was being selfish- one minute he'd be sweet talking you and explaining how you mean the world to him, to changing every topic you brought up and acting like a cocky arrogant asshole. You figured it had something to do with his new "support group" and that Fight Club had left him bipolar. Even the nights you spent fucking him to no end had no resolve on his character and you were starting to grow annoyed with his sudden change of demeanor.

You rolled out of Johnny's bed and made way for the kitchen downstairs. At least most of the men were at Joon's, so you have the house to yourself and Johnny. That's how it usually was anyways. And that's when it hit you: the dress you'd bought a while ago was still upstairs! Maybe you could use it to sway Johnny into a better mood?

Running back to Johnny's room, you slipped on the semi-pink, alcohol stained wedding dress (or what was left of it) over your body frame and took a look in the mirror.

"Huh, not bad."

You had bought the dress because you liked it, of course, not because you originally had the intentions you do now. You didn't usually give a fuck when it came to the opinions of men, so why did his matter so much to you? You frizzled up your hair and rain your hands through the mess and popped an Adderall in your mouth. Hey, you needed something to get by for the day.

You found yourself downstairs, another cigarette in your mouth and a jacket around the exposed sections of your collarbone. Your feet still bare, you entered the dining room that was full of "Johnny's experiments" and you twirled a bit upon finding Johnny sitting in the chair by the table.

"Well," you said, "Do you like it?"

"What am I looking at?"

"The dress, idiot. Do you like the dress?"

He sat there in confusion for minute before he responded with a simple "It's okay."

Why does he always do this? You wondered. He would show you a sweet and loving side to him and then he'd act all coy and nonchalant as if nothing you said had any impact on him. Did he pretend to love you just to fuck you? Did he care about you just so he could have his way with you in bed?

"I got it for a dollar. Imagine- someone bought this dress with the intention that it would be worn on the most important day of their lives. And now, I'm wearing it as business casual."

He ignored you again, sipping on that blasted cup of coffee and looking through ads in the news. His hair was pushed back from his eyes and his brows were furrowed. He had no interest in anything you said.

"Goodbye," you said, and walked out.

"Don't let the door hit you on the way out."

Fuck him

...

(Part Two coming soon!!!!)