Summary: it hadn’t initially been in your plans to sleep with Seongwoo whilst he was dreaming, but you didn’t hesitate much in meeting his desires either.
Characters: Ong Seongwoo x female reader
Genre: ghost au / mature content
A/N: Okay, I know this idea is really out there. I said it as a joke to a friend who dared me to go ahead with it, and well, it’s not going to be everyone’s cup of tea. I tried to make it really tasteful and put Seongwoo in charge of more than the reader is to compensate the undertone to this idea. There is obviously sexual content – not too descriptive like last week in Culmination, but I want to warn you all the same that reading is up to your discretion.
Word count: 1898
Seongwoo had had an exhausting day, you could tell. As he lay in his hotel bed, he longed for sleep to take him quickly to a restful state so he could prepare for the next day. You hovered patiently in the corner of the room, waiting until he appeared to have fallen asleep, his breathing as steady as the man’s in the adjacent bed was now. Taking a deep breath that you didn’t really need, you then approached his bed, climbing onto it hesitantly.
“Daniel?” he called out without opening his eyes, tilting his head in the direction of the other bed in the hotel room.
You froze then, wondering if this was really such a great idea. You were new to this type of assignment, and it made you stop like a deer in headlights. If you got caught and didn’t complete what was asked of you, the Madam of this hotel would be extremely displeased. That idea was so unfathomable that you took a steadying breath and continued up the bed to his side. He seemed calm again from what you could tell, and once you gently placed yourself down beside him, he sighed in content.
You felt like that was a sign of acceptance, laying there staring at the handsome man for some time. You had succeeded. The Madam wouldn’t get mad now.
Being a spirit wasn’t an easy existence. Sure you didn’t have matters like hunger, exhaustion or toileting to concern yourself over. Sometimes you humoured yourself in doing the tasks all the same, just to feel more alive than the nothingness that usually consumed you. But like the world of humans, there was a hierarchy within the spirit realm. Someone always held power higher than yours, and for a wandering spirit like yourself, you definitely belonged to someone. Madam took you in when you needed her help in the confusing days after your murder, and she made you feel special and cherished. You hadn’t known at the time it was her initiation into making you complete sinful acts such as this.