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Morning warmth || CSN
The room was dim, illuminated only by the soft glow of the moonlight spilling through the sheer curtains. San lay beside you, his back turned, his breathing steady and deep. The sound of it filled the quiet room like a gentle lullaby. Yet, despite his closeness, a shiver danced across your skin. The air was cool, and the blanket draped over you wasnât enough to chase away the chill.
You stared at his back, the curve of his shoulder peeking out from the blanket. San always radiated warmth, like his body carried the sun within. Unable to resist, you inched closer, pressing yourself to his back. The heat he exuded enveloped you immediately, soothing and comforting. You tucked your knees up, curling around him like he was the hearth of a fire.
San stirred slightly at your touch, his head turning just enough for you to catch a glimpse of his profile, peaceful and soft in sleep. His hair was slightly mussed, and his lips parted just the tiniest bit as he let out a contented sigh. You felt his warmth seep into you, chasing away the chill entirely. Your arms instinctively slid around his waist, holding him close, and you buried your face against his shoulder blade. He smelled like cedarwood and something uniquely himâan intoxicating mix that instantly calmed you.
âCold?â he murmured sleepily, his voice a low rasp in the quiet.
âA little,â you admitted, your words muffled against his back.
Without a word, San shifted slightly, adjusting himself to let you snuggle even closer. His hand reached behind to gently pat your arm, a lazy gesture of affection before he drifted back into sleep. You smiled against him, closing your eyes as the warmth of his body wrapped around you like a cocoon.
The next morning, you awoke to the faint sound of San moving about. The bed dipped slightly as he leaned over to press a lingering kiss to your forehead, his lips warm and soft.
âI have to go,â he whispered. His voice was laced with regret, and you hummed in acknowledgment, too sleepy to fully respond.
By the time you stirred again, he was gone. The room was quiet, save for the distant hum of the world waking up outside. Yet his presence lingered. The sheets smelled of himâwoodsy and familiar, tinged with the faintest hint of his cologne. The warmth of the bed still clung to you, as if he had only just left moments ago.
You sighed, sinking further into the mattress. Reaching over to the bedside table, you grabbed the book youâd been reading the night before. The words on the page were engaging, but your mind kept drifting back to himâthe sound of his voice, the way his warmth had cradled you through the night.
Time passed unnoticed as you remained cocooned in the sanctuary of the bed, surrounded by the remnants of him. Even in his absence, he was everywhere, and the thought made you smile.
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But itâs freezing || CSN
âLetâs get ice cream,â he said suddenly, his tone light, like he hadnât just suggested the most ridiculous thing.
I stopped walking, raising an eyebrow at him. âIce cream? Now? Itâs freezing.â
He shrugged, looking entirely too pleased with himself. âExactly. No oneâs going to be there. Plus, itâs the perfect timeâice cream doesnât melt in the cold.â
I couldnât help but laugh at his logic. âSan, your brain is a strange, wonderful place.â
He grinned wider, taking that as my agreement. Before I could argue further, he was already pulling me by the hand toward the little ice cream shop at the corner of the street. The sign outside swayed gently in the wind, and the warm lights inside promised refuge from the icy air.
The shop was empty, just as San predicted. The owner gave us a bemused smile as we walked in, shaking snow from our coats. San ordered first, of courseâsomething ridiculous like a triple-scoop cone. I settled for a smaller cup, shaking my head at his enthusiasm.
Outside again, the cold hit us instantly, but San didnât seem to care. He took a huge bite of his ice cream, his cheeks turning a rosy red as he shivered.
âSee?â he said through a mouthful, clearly enjoying himself. âThis was a great idea.â
I watched him, trying to suppress a laugh. His nose was pink, and he looked like he was moments away from becoming an ice sculpture, but his eyes sparkled with that unmistakable San energy. He was freezing, obviously, but there was no mistaking how much fun he was having.
âYouâre ridiculous,â I said, taking a small spoonful of my own ice cream. The cold bite was a strange contrast to the snowy air, but oddly enough, it tasted better this way.
âAnd yet, youâre still here with me,â he teased, sticking his tongue out.
I rolled my eyes, but he wasnât wrong. Despite the chill, despite the utter absurdity of eating ice cream in the middle of winter, I couldnât imagine being anywhere else.
We walked through the quiet town, snow crunching under our boots, laughing and shivering together as we ate. Sanâs cheeks stayed flushed, and I knew heâd be complaining about how cold he was later. But in that moment, he looked perfectly content, the picture of joy in the middle of the snowy day.
And honestly, so was I.
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Dad and Husband responsibilities
Where Jay could never leave you alone pregnant - even if he missed his members dearly
Starring: Dad!Jay x pregnant fem!reader + 3yo son Taesan + enha members
Note: re-edited it for the hundredth time already (two days after release) - you might want to reread since I changed some details. Just for the better reading experience. đ€
pls let me know any thoughts, emotions, comments, etc.! And pls reblog đ€ appreciate all the likes but tumblr doesnât:(
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Jay snorted as he couldnât stop laughing and cackling at the jokes the boys were cracking. After hearing him snort another round of laughter erupted. He tried to calm himself down, clutching his stomach in pain as a few tears escaped his eyes from all the excessive laughing.
âWow, hyung, I donât remember this. How come manager didnât caught you?â Riki asked with a grin and curious wide eyes. Jay smirked at the memory.
âHe caught him! There was this huge tension for a few days between the managers because Jiwoo Hyung didnât scold him and the others were pissed at him!â Jake explained energetically in a loud voice, almost shouting. Normally, Jay wouldâve shut him down but at that moment, as he was in a state of glee, he didnât care.
âYeah, I got caught because in the next morning I was totally hungover and still wasted. I missed that one event- what was it?â
âThe prada store event.â Jungwon rolled his eyes in amusement as he remembered receiving all the nagging from management. Back then he was furious at Jays behaviour but now it was definitely a story to reminisce and laugh about.
âYeah, yeah, Jiwoo hyung found me dead in the hotelroom and then-â
âWhatâs dead, appa?â
All of the seven men whipped their head at a record-breaking speed and looked at the 3 year old with shock written all over their faces.
Jay internally face palmed himself. He totally forgot that his son was in the same room as them as Taesan was previously occupied with his drawing. Usually, the toddler wouldnât even look up during his focused drawings and, therefore, most of the time Jay would have to interrupt his art sessions by taking away his drawings whenever he called him for dinner.
He probably got distracted from all the loud noises, Jay assumed.
âItâs nothing, buddy,â Jay quickly tried to dismiss his question as he knew that this is not the time and place to answer his sons philosophical questions, and because he knew youâd kill him if youâd find out that he used such expressions in-front of your son.
âHm,â Taesan pouted but luckily he was too tired to think any longer as he abandoned his play table and waddled towards his dad in a sleepy manner. Jay reached out to him from his spot on the couch and sat him on his lap.
âTired? Wanna sleep?â Jay brushed the younger ones hair with his fingers and glanced at the clock.
7:13 pm, I should put him to sleep now. He played a lot today with his uncles.
And his uncles defined âplayingâ not in a classical way but more in a wrestling-taekwondo-kick-boxing-throwingthekidintheair-kind of way.
âNo!!!â Taesan whined and kicked his feet. âI donât wanna sweep appa!!! I wanna pway!!! I wanna pway with uncwle!!!â
Any other day Jay wouldnât have tolerated this behaviour and wouldâve sent him to prepare for his bed-time.
Jay could be a very strict dad sometimes, especially when it came to bed-time. He just knew that his son couldnât handle staying up too late.
But today he felt like an exception would be appropriate. Taesan missed his uncles just as much as Jay missed his brothers.
âAlright, son, but clean up your play table first, then brush your teeth and change your clothes already.â
âOkey!â Taesan hopped off of his lap and with new found energy he left the living room to climb up the stairs leading to his own room.
Jay shook his head in amusement as he took note on how Taesan skipped the first task on purpose.
âThis kid,â he muttered and shook his head again when he saw his child climbing the stairs on all fours whilst imitating dog noises - something heâs never done before. Leaving Jay to wonder from where he picked that.
âSooo? Donât leave me hanging? What happened next?â
âHm?â Jay turned his head back to his friends and faced Riki. âAh,â he started to smirk again. âThen nothing, I got caught and received a penalty,â he mumbled in a rushed and quiet tone.
Riki almost didnât caught what he said, âwhat?â He squinted his eyes at the anti climax and was disappointed at the fact that his hyung wasnât telling the full story. Frustrated, Riki leaned back on the couch and let out a sigh.
Seeing his expression jay nudged with his head towards the stairs, indicating that Taesan might hear them.
âWe were having so much fun âtil now,â Sunoo pouted and expressed the thought everyone was having.
âThat brat literally killed the vibe,â Jake snickered at Rikis comment. Jay reached out his hand and flicked Rikis forehead, âouch!â
âDonât call my son a brat, he is cute.â
âYes, hyung, he is cute, trust me I know that, Iâm his fave uncle-â, âhey!â Riki ignored Sunoos shout, âbut ever since youâve become a dad you are no fun no more! We never really got the chance to talk and let loose like we used to,â he said in a hurt tone as he avoided eye contact.
Jay laughed in disbelief, feeling somewhat offended, âthatâs not true we always hangout.â
Riki shot him a look, âok now youâre just lying, hyung - when was the last time we went to our spot?â he challenged as he referred to the bar where they used to drink and let loose after work - twice a week used to be the minimum.
âI- well, maybe we donât go there anymore but we still see each other every so often, right?â Jay looked at Jungwon in hopes of support.
Jungwon pursed his lips, âwell⊠we havenât seen eachother in a longgg time now...â
âWhat? I just saw you yesterday!â Jay exclaimed. Riki shot up from his leaning position: âeh?! You two met?â
âNo! No, hyung, I just quickly came by because my girlfriend needed her hair machine thingy back- whatâs it called?â
âDyson?â Heeseung said. âYeah yeah, that one, itâs really expensive,â Jungwon sighed as he remembered buying it for his girlfriend.
Heeseung chuckled at that, âtell me about it. My girlâs been wantinâ me to buy that for her.â
âJust buy it hyung, itâll be worth it- she still thanks me for it every time she uses it.â
Jungwon looked at Jay again, âas I was saying: we didnât meet up and hung out yesterday, I just had to run an errand, hyung!â
âBut I mean, Riki said that ever since I became a dad Iâm not that fun anymore? Thatâs just exaggerating.â
Riki started groaning at that, âIâm not the only one whoâs been saying! Everyone feels the same! I get it, you have your responsibilities bla bla - whatever you call it - but come on!â
âitâs not responsibility âbla blaâ Riki! Iâm a father and husband! I canât just go out whenever? My family needs me.â Jay scoffed in disbelief feeling irritation crawl up his blood pressure.
âI think what Riki is trying to say,â Heeseung meddled calmly in, âwhat everyoneâs been feeling lately, that the band hasnât been together in a long long time- I think all seven of us met at New Yearâs Eve.â
âAnd weâre not the only ones who have been missin the old times, manager said it also yesterdayâŠâ Jake said.
âBut guys! Weâre hanging out right now, arenât we?â
âYes! And it was nice playing with Taesan but thatâs not the same! We were laughing and retelling stories but then he interrupted us. Which is not the same as when we chill at our spotâ
Jay huffed in response, turning his head to Sunghoon whoâs been quiet the whole time during this argument, âHoon?â
âI think, yeah, I think theyâre right, Jongseong. You should also go out from time to time and balance the stress out which stems from fatherhood and husband responsibilities,â he nodded as he thought about his own experience so far as a newlywed.
âIâm not stressed!â Jay furrowed his eyebrows.
âYeah, we can totally tell.â Riki rolled his eyes sarcastically.
âYou know, with your second baby on the way, you should take this opportunity and go out with us for once. Just like the old times! No responsibilities, we will have fun like we used to!â
Jay was hardly convinced at Jakes suggestion. He couldnât leave you just like that, youâre eight months pregnant! And Taesan-
Jungwon interrupted his train of thoughts, âyouâre not even trying, hyung. I donât think y/n would mind. She also knows how much you do for her, maybe she would be happy for you to do something fun.â
âJay-ah, you should just ask her. Youâve gotten too uptight lately, always stressed, always thinkinâ too much. Sheâll probably be happy for you to want to go out.â Heeseung said in a matter-of-fact tone.
âWe all know her, Jongseong. She would want you to go out for once,â Sunghoon adds. âWhatâs the saying? âHappy wife, happy lifeâ? That also applies for the husband. If youâre always so tense, eventually, your family will also be affected by that.â
Jay was surprised at how mature Sunghoon sounded, not like the Hoon he used to know.
âWow Hoon, didnât know youâve become a big boy.â Jake slapped him rather aggressively on his back, to which Sunghoon just shrugged, âwhat can I say? Iâm the best husband thatâs ever walked on this planet.â Typical Hoon was back.
Jay let out another sigh. Theyâre not wrong, I havenât hung out with any friends in a long time.
Just as he was starting to feel convinced he heard his son rush down the stairs and, ultimately, tripping down the last two steps.
Jay sprang up from his seat and comforted his crying son. He had to bite his tongue as he tried not to laugh at his son lying on the ground like a starfish.
âAppa!!â
âAppa told you before not to rush down the stairs, didnât I?â
Jay picked him up and rubbed his back while cooing: âaw my baby is hurt? Hm? Show me where it hurtsâ
Taesan pointed at his right knee and hand, still sobbing and whaling. âShh, itâs ok, appa is here, I will take away the pain, hm?â
He softly blew on his tiny hand and his pajama clothed knee and rubbed it soothingly. âBetter?â Taesan indeed calmed down and nodded. He leaned onto his fathers chest and sniffled quietly, playing with the fabric of Jays shirt.
âTaesannie, you hurt yourself?â Jake asked in a tone he used with his dog.
âHeâs not a dog, idiot.â Sunghoon hit him on his head.
âWoof woof,â Taesan replied, putting out his tongue and imitating a dog.
The group started to laugh to which Taesan shyly smiled and hid his face in Jays neck, his injury long forgotten.
Jay wiped away the remaining tears and took out a tissue from a box placed on the dining table.
âIâm sorry, guys. I really want to but youâve just seen what happened. Y/n is eight months pregnant, I canât leave her alone with him.â He said in a soft sigh as he wiped away Taesans snot.
âAghhh! You little rascal!â Riki exclaimed as he took away Taesan from Jays hold, spinning and flying the little one around. As giggles and laughters escaped from his son, Jay felt his heart squeeze.
How could he leave his son? He couldnât bear to imagine his child hurting and him not being there for him.
But seeing Riki play with Taesan awakened nostalgia and affection towards his youngest member. Sure, Riki was now a grown man, but that didnât change the fact that Jay raised him since he was 13 year old. In some sort of way, Riki was his first son.
And he did missed him a lot and the other members just as much. Sometimes, he caught himself reminiscing about their group activities, their dorms and their ups and downs. He could proudly say that they were his second family after he left his home as a teenager.
But now he found a new family - his love, his precious wife, y/n. He had now other, new priorities. Thatâs what marriage was about after all. Commitment.
Jungwon spoke up: âHyung, itâs written all over your face - you wanna go out with usâ
âHow about you put Taesan to sleep, check up on your wife and then weâll be gone for only a couple of hours. Youâll be back before midnight, Itâs not even 8 yet.â Heeseung suggested.
âThatâs actually not a bad idea to have Taesan asleep.â Jay admitted. Taesan being asleep while he was gone minimised any chaos.
But then Jay thought of you. What if you needed him? You couldnât even get out of the bed without any support. Well, you always told him you could but he saw the way you struggled.
âBut then again guys, y/n is pregnant as f.. as heck. I canât leave her âto have funâ,â he gestured the quotes with his hands. âI put her in this situation after all,â he smirked cheekily.
âEw,â Sunoo commented, âjust ask her hyung! The worst sheâll do is say no!â
âNo, the worst sheâll do is,â he took a quick glance at the stairs leading to your bedroom in which you have been, presumably, still sleeping.
Jay lowered his voice, âin worst case scenario, sheâll get mad at me for asking and Iâll have to sleep on the couch tonight.â
âSo youâre scared of your wife?â
âNo!â
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âno⊠yes.. maybe a little tiny bit, but you guys donât get to say anything before youâre in a committed relationship,â he glanced at Jake and Riki with narrowed eyes who snickered around and made fun of him.
âJongseong!â Jay twitched when he suddenly heard you calling him from the bedroom.
âJust ask her, dude!â Jake whispered loudly. Jay took a glass of water and made his way upstairs whilst rolling his eyes, hoping Taesan didnât see his father just do that.
â
âHi baby, how was your nap?â Jay pressed a kiss on your hair and helped you up to lean comfortably against the headboard.
âGood,â you mumbled sleepily when he sat beside you and handed you the glass of water. When he saw your hand tremble whilst holding the glass, struggling to balance it properly, he sighed softly and took it in his own hand to bring it to your lips.
What were I thinking? I canât leave her alone in this state to have fun on my own.
ââââ
âYes, just like I assumed: your blood pressure is way too low, Mrs. Park,â the doctor looked at the machine and scribbled down some notes.
You just entered your 27th pregnancy week when you fainted. Jay just came home when it happened, still clothed in his jacket and cap. Luckily, he caught you in his arms and you didnât land on the hard ground.
The faint didnât come as much as a surprise to you than it did to Jay. Which is why he did his best to stay calm when you told the doctor youâve been feeling a lot weaker and dizzier lately, especially in comparison to your first pregnancy.
Jay rubbed his face. Why didnât you say anything to him? So he wouldnât worry?
He chose to stay silent, not wanting to stress you out any more than you already were, so he just silently took your hand and caressed it with his thumb.
âWeâll run some tests. But I can assure you, Mr. and Mrs. Park, thereâs nothing to worry about,â the doctor explained, âthe best way to get your BP on the normal range, in your pregnant condition right now, is to bedrest, hydration - you have to drink a lot of water - and a certain diet. Iâll print out a spreadsheet for you. If it helps you with the dizziness within a week then weâll have to stick to that.â
ââ
Jay was grateful that the diet and bedrest did indeed help you a lot. The only times you felt dizzy and weak were after youâve just woken up, like now, but everything else was going perfect.
Well to you at least.
Jay didnât allow you to stand for more than 10 minutes and he always made sure you were hydrated.
Which was cute! Really!
Ok, it was a little exhausting sometimes to not freely do whatever you wanted. But you knew it was for the best. And that he was only doing what was the best for you and the baby.
You just wished he wouldnât be too concerned sometimes. You can get up on your own but he treats you like a patient with a terminal illness!
Still, you didnât want to complain.
There were women out there pregnant, and the men who got them pregnant were nowhere to be found. What a shame⊠you couldnât help but get emotional at the thought.
You blinked away your tears, quickly brushing your sensibility off as you didnât want to worry or even irritate him. You could already sense that something was wrong the moment he sighed.
Of course, it didnât go unnoticed by your husband, âwhatâs wrong, baby?â he asked. He put the glass on the side table and started caressing your baby bump - a habit he developed during your first pregnancy, claiming this helped the bond between father and child. But you knew he also took it as an excuse to touch you.
The comfort you felt radiating off of Jay, gave you the courage to share your thoughts with him. Which is why your lips formed a pout and your eyes began to tear up on their own: âIâm just so happy and grateful that youâre the father of my children. I wouldnât know what Iâd do if I were ever left alone pregnant and with a child.â
Jay felt his heart rip apart in two pieces. âAw baby, donât imagine stuff like that.â He put his other hand on your cheek and caressed it with his thumb, âIâll always be there for you and our children.â
âDonât cry, honey. Think of happy things, hm?â He put a chaste kiss on your lips. You nodded and smiled a little as you put your hands on both of his.
Jay was truly disappointed in himself.
How could I think of going out and having fun when my wife is all hormonal and crying at the thought of me leaving her? And not even a few weeks ago she fainted in my arms?
I have to take care of her and stay by her side until the baby is here and until sheâs fully recovered, no matter what. He made a promise to himself.
âWhat are you thinking, Jjongie?â
His hand let go of your cheek, only to hold your hand in it, and while kissing the back of it, he murmured: ânothing, baby.â
You raised an eyebrow and squinted your eyes at that. âJust that I love you very much.â
You were still suspicious at his answer but chose to ignore it by changing the topic.
âWhy are you still here? I thought they wanted to take you out tonight?â Jay raised his eyebrows at your question.
âJungwon told me when he came yesterday,â you chuckled as you brushed away a loose strand falling right above his eye.
âIâm not going with them. I have you here, how could I go just like that? Iâll tell them to leave now so that we can cuddle,â he sent you a cute smile.
As tempting as it sounded, you couldnât help but furrow your eyebrows in confusion, âwhy? You always talk about them, Jjongie. You should go!â
This time Jay furrowed his eyebrows in surprise. âNo, y/n, Iâve already decided that Iâm not going,â he said firmly and with finality in his voice, âwait- Iâm confused, I thought youâd be against it.â
âWhy would I be against it?â
âYou just said it yourself: you donât want to be alone all pregnant and with a toddler?â he said more like a question than a statement, now unsure himself.
âI didnât mean it like that! I meant like being alone forever and raising children on my own, not for a few hours,â you laughed at his silliness. âAnd speaking of toddler: why is he not sleeping yet, Jongseong? His crying woke me up, heâs probably all fuzzy and tired from the excitement of todays guests.â
Jay pursed his lips and furrowed his eyebrows in a cute manner, âhe wanted to stay awake and play with his uncles⊠he missed them. So I let him, ok?â
You cooed at that, âaw, you probably didnât want to tell him no because you also missed them,â
âhm,â
âdonât be grumpy now,â
ââm not grumpy,â he sulked with a pout.
âYou missed them a lot, didnât you?â
Jay could only respond with a nod, not finding the words to speak.
âSo you should go with them tonight!â You exclaimed excitedly as you pinched his cheek, âyouâll regret it otherwise.â
âI donât know, baby, I- Iâm scared. What if something happens to you while Iâm gone? What if something is with Taesan and you canât help him? He literally hurt himself just now!â
âWhen you fainted that day, you have no idea, I was so scared. I just happened to be there on time to catch you, otherwise you wouldâve landed on the floor and couldâve hurt your head or the baby.â
âAnd,â Jay let out an amused scoff, âI really thought youâd also be against the idea of me going out and leaving you alone.â
âWhyyy?? Am I not a sweet wife who wants the best for her husband?â you said in a cutesy tone which melted his heart every time.
âI do understand your concerns but babe- listen-â you grabbed his face in your hands and looked directly in his eyes,
âafter we visited the doctor, I already told you, I feel a lot better! Yes, sometimes, I donât feel well but I stay in bed all the time! So nothing can happen, ok?
- So, letâs do this: Iâll go to the bathroom on my own and also walk the stairs on my own, this way you can see that Iâll be fine! Youâll put Taesan to sleep. And whilst youâre gone Iâll be in the living room, eating dinner and watching some drama. I wonât stand up until youâre back, ok?â
âPinky promise?â Jay held his pinky after thinking for awhile. You smiled, locking your pinkies with one another, âpinky promise. But only if you donât try to check up on me while youâre away. No calls, whatsoever.â You squinted your eyes at him.
He squinted his eyes playfully back, making you laugh as you still held on to his pinky.
âOk. Deal.â He said after a short while.
You sealed it with a kiss.
âI love you.â
âI love you too, my overly concerned hubby.â
â
When you walked down the stairs, Jay did in fact not help you but was standing at the bottom watching every move, ready for - well, you didnât know either but if it made him happy, so be it!
When you spotted Riki sitting on your couch, you saw that your son was sleeping in his arms. His tiny head laid on Rikis broad shoulder, wrapped in a blanket and tightly snuggled against his - you guessed it - âfaworite uncwleïżœïżœïżœ.
âAw, did he get on your nerves Riki?â You cooed as you caressed your sons hair lightly.
âNah, this little man is alright. I could actually get used to him.â He answered teasingly in a low tone as he laid his cheek against Taesans head, closing his own eyes to enjoy the moment.
ââ
Later that evening, when Jay came back, he settled beside you on the couch. Draping an arm around your shoulder, you cuddled onto his side.
âWas everything alright, babe?â He caressed your baby bump softly.
âHm, of course, Jjongie. How was your boys night?â
âIt was fun,â he smiled and for the first time after a while you saw that childish glimmer shining in his eyes.
âYou look like you had a lot of fun.â
âYes, I think I really wouldâve regretted it.â
âSee? Told you so,â you smiled in victory.
âHmm...â he nuzzled his nose against your cheek and closed his eyes, âyou always know better.â
âHey! Are you mocking me?â
âNooo.â
âJongseong!!â You frown.
Jay let out a quiet, hearty chuckle, before he started pecking your cheek with a smile on his face. The hand that laid on your bump went to the other side of your face, holding it as close as possible - his eyes were still closed the whole time.
When he heard you giggle he trailed his kisses along your jaw and travelled further down to your neck. He placed a last kiss on your exposed shoulder before he nestled his face in the crook of your neck in satisfaction.
âIâm truly the luckiest man on earth that I married such an understanding partner,â he mumbled against your neck and brought his arm back to wrap it around your stomach.
âIâm the lucky one,â you whispered back, trying to suppress the lump forming in your throat.
You placed a kiss on his forehead as you leaned further into him and rested your head against his. Your hands clasped his arm in-front of you as you closed your own eyes.
âŠ
âI know you cleaned up the living room and the kitchen.â
âOnly after you âaccidentallyâ called me.â
You both chuckled quietly.
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letter from: jongseong âïœĄËâË ïœĄâ
on the fifth day of christmas, you asked me what's on my wishlist and i told you all i wanted was forever with my boo... -ariana grance "true love"
pairing: park jongseong x reader
genre: romance/fluff - marriage proposal
warnings: nothing really but always 18+
summary: jongseong proposes on christmas day
christmas herald masterlist âïœĄËâË ïœĄâ
word count: 2932
The drive up to Jayâs winter family cabin up in Northern Washington was long but scenic. It had a lot of beautiful sights and fun pitstops that youâd never see back in South Korea. The two of you were vacationing in his home state for the holidays and after spending a few days in his hometown, your plan was now to drive up to his familyâs winter cabin and spend Christmas there with just the two of you.Â
You and Jay have been together for almost 3 years now, January 1st would not only be bringing the new year but also marking the 3rd year of you and Jayâs relationship. You two have known each other since Jay moved to Korea from Seattle and it just so happened to be that your mom was from Seattle but moved to Korea when she met your dad. The two of you have been inseperable since.Â
Growing up together people would often make comments about how you two looked perfect for each other or just assumed that you two were dating and although you werenât at the time, you couldnât help but imagine a life where Jay was your prince charmingâ until about 3 years ago during your first year of University where Jay drunkely confesses that heâs had a crush on you since the two of you were 16. He embarrassingly tried to ignore it the next day but when you returned with a confession of your own, the two of you would spend the next few weeks dating and this eventually led to him finally asking you to be his girlfriend as the clock struck 12am on the new year.Â
The last 3 years of your life have been magical and spending it with your best friend who just happens to be your boyfriend made it all the better. Both of your parents already knew the two of you would eventually end up together, the only question was when.Â
âYou doing okay, honey? Weâre almost there.â Jay says, his calm voice pulling you out of the memories of the last 2 Christmases that youâve spent together. When you first started dating you spent Christmas with both of your parents, then the next year only with your parents because Jayâs moved back to Seattle, and this year you spent a few days with his family before making the drive up to the cabin like you were doing now.Â
âIâm alright, donât worry honey.â you respond, giving him a warm smile, one that he returns with his own. Warmth. That was a word you could use to describe Jay: warm.Â
Even on the coldest nights in Korea or here in Washington where it seems to be cold about 80% of the year, being around Jay was the warmth that you needed to forget about the freezing cold that threatened to nip at your skin, creating goosebumps that littered your body. Even when you werenât feeling cold, Jayâs warmth was able to provide you with a type of serenity and solace that no one else could. Like he was this beacon of light that instantly soothed you whenever he was around. His kind, caring, and affectionate demeanor was what drew you to him. You truly were the luckiest person alive to be on the receiving end of Jayâs love and you wouldnât trade him for anyone else in the world because he let you feel the love and warmth you deserved to feel in a world that seemed to be freezing over with an icy cold pandemic that caused people to be unkind and mean spirited.Â
Jay glances over at you with that smile that you loved so much, grabbing your hand with his and pressing a kiss onto your knuckles, âI canât wait to spend this time with you. Itâll be unforgettable.â he says before placing another warm kiss on your skin and setting it back down on your lap so he could drive with both hands on the wheel like the responsible guy that you knew him as.Â
After another pitstop to use the restroom and taking photos of the snow covered trees, you arrived at the cabin just a few hours before the sun would start to set. It was Christmas Eve and you and Jay planned to just settle in and have a calm day when you arrive and on Christmas Day you would have a wonderful dinner cooked by Jay and spend Christmas cuddled up in front of a fire most likely watching a Christmas movie youâve seen x amount of times.Â
âWeâre here!â Jay says enthusiastically, running out of his seat and over to your side of the car to open it for you but not before puckering up for a kiss as he helps you out of the car. The two of you unload the trunk of your things, just a few bags of clothes and food to last you the week as youâd be there until the New Year. The cabin was beautiful, it was surrounded by the tallest of trees that were covered in snow, several string lights were strung from different trees, and the cabin itself had its own charm. It had high reinforced windows, beautiful oak logs and panels that made up the cabin itself, and near the front of the door you found small footprints in the snow that you could assume to be from a family of deer somewhere in the snowy forest.Â
As Jay brought your bags and his into the cabin, you quickly check the hidden compartment of the trunk that lifted and revealed a section that was hidden into the bottom of the trunk itself. There laid your Christmas gift that you hid from Jay before you left for the drive to ensure he didnât see you pack it into the car. You shut the compartment back up when Jay called for you and decided that youâd bring the gift in another time when Jay was preoccupied with something, perhaps while heâs cooking dinner tomorrow.Â
âComing, honey!â you shout, closing the trunk and carefully skipping over to Jay who waited for you at the entrance of the cabin with his arms open. You quickened your pace as you got closer causing you to slip on the ice on the patio but of course, Jay, your knight in shining armor, was there to catch you before you could even come close to falling. A gasp leaves your lips but it leaves just as quick when you realize Jay has caught you with his strong arms wrapped around your waist.Â
âMy savior!â you say dramatically, acting like you were about to faint from the situation and Jay decides to play along; throwing your legs into the air and catching you bridal style. âFear not my lovely maiden! Your knight in shining armor is here to save you from your cute clumsiness.â he announces, walking the two of you and plopping you down onto the couch that was in the living room just a few feet from the front door. âHey! Iâm not clumsyâŠâ you say, pouting.
âAww, honeyâ yes you are.â Jay responds, placing a kiss onto your pouty lips in the middle of his sentence.Â
The rest of the day goes by fairly quickly as you and Jay spend most of it lounging around in each otherâs warmth, laid up on the couch with his arms wrapped around you while you watch various Christmas movies.Â
Soon enough, youâre yawning and looking out the window to be met with the big and bright moon gleaming into the cabin through one of the windows; the shadows of snow falling from the sky bleeding into the moonlight. âSleepy?â Jay asks and you look up at him, head still on his chest before nodding. âOff to bed we go!â he says, picking you up again bridal style and taking you to the bedroom where he tucks you in goodnight with his arms acting as an extra layer of warmth to the fluffy blanket covering the two of you.Â
âGoodnight honey.â Jay says with a kiss to your temple, his low and sweet voice almost lulling you to sleep.Â
âGoodnight, my love.â you respond quietly, sleep soon taking over as yours and Jayâs light snores fill the room.Â
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Itâs Christmas morning and youâre awoken by the scent of pancakes, bacon, and eggs on the stove; an indicator that Jay is in the kitchen cooking up breakfast for the two of youâ before youâre even able to throw the thick blanket off of your body, Jay is emerging from behind the bedroom door and walking over to your with bright eyes and a smile; holding a breakfast bed tray with the most delicious smelling and looking food. Eggs, just the way you like it, a stack of pancakes, crispy bacon, and a cup of hot cocoa in a mug that the two of you had made in a ceramic class one day when you first started dating.Â
âBabe!â you say with a bright eyed pout as you watch him come closer with the tray of food, Jayâs smile only getting bigger. âBreakfast for my queen.â he says as he sets it down over your legs. âThis looks so delicious, thank you my love.â you say, sharing a kiss as a thank you to him for his kindness. âDid you eat?:â you ask and he nods, âJust a bit, donât worry Iâll bring myself a plate over, i just want you to have a bite first.â he explains and you scrunch your nose at him with a small smile.Â
You soon take a bite of the pancakeâs and itâs probably the best pancake youâve ever had. Jay was a great cook but itâs the simpler foods that he cooks that is your favorite. It induces a nostalgic feeling like youâre 4 years old trying pancakes for the first time and it becomes your hyperfixation for the next month or so where thatâs all you can ask your mom to make when she asks you what you want to eat for breakfast, lunch and dinner.Â
Like Jay. You would choose him at any time of the day.Â
You cut him a small piece of the pancake and he takes the bite before excusing himself to grab his own plate so the two of you could have breakfast in bed together.Â
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Itâs about 5PM when youâre doing the finishing touches to your hair and makeup for a Christmas dinner prepared by Jay. Your hair is done in simple voluminous curls that falls over your shoulders that hold up the black velvet dress youâre wearing with red bows and white fur accents. Itâs cold but the warmth inside of the cabin allow for you to wear a dress so that you donât freeze to death during your dinner with Jay.Â
You could smell the food heâs cooking from your bathroom and you canât wait to eat whatever delicious food heâs cooked up.Â
âYN, honey! Dinner is ready, my love.â Jay shouts from the dining room and as if you teleported into the room, youâre walking in just as heâs finished setting up the table. Heâs wearing a simple white button up that hugged his toned arms and physique and a warmth in your stomach begins to settle as you look at Jay, thinking about a life where he was your husband and not your boyfriend.Â
âWow, you look⊠wowâ Jay says, truly at a loss for words at your beauty.Â
âYou donât look so bad yourself, handsome.â you say, wrapping your arms around his neck as he wraps his arm around your waist; slowly dipping you into a kiss like you were in a romance movie of a lifetime.Â
âLetâs eat.â Jay says, pulling out your seat and pushing it in as you sit down; always a gentleman.Â
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Youâre just about done with dinner when Jay suddenly clears his throat. âI know we agreed to not get each other gifts, but I couldnât not get you anything.â he says and you teasingly narrow your eyes at him as he grabs a small wrapped box from the cupboard in the kitchen. âDid you really hide it up there?â you ask with a chuckle.Â
âOf course, I knew youâd never find it because you canât reach up there.â he jokingly says and you pout at him as he puts the gift in front of you. Urging you to open it with his eyes, watching you with excitement as you carefully tear into the wrapping paper.Â
The item inside leaves you speechless, mouth agape, as you pull it out. Inside was a glass snowglobe, a ballerina in a pink dress spins as you shake the snowglobe. âHow did you find this?â you ask, looking up at him with teary eyes. Jay explains that he spent months looking for it and one day when you guys were in Seattle, walking around downtown, the snowglobe caught his eye. He urged you and his parents to continue while he sneakily bought it and rejoined you all at a food stand.Â
It wasnât just any snowglobe. It was the exact snowglobe you had when you were younger and dreamt of becoming a ballerina. Your dreams however, are cut short due to a knee injury, and the snowglobe was the last thing that helped you cope with your dreams as a child. You lost the snowglobe when you had moved cities for college and were devastated when you lost it in the moveâ and here you were now reunited with the beautiful object that reminded you of your youth and now also serves as a reminder of the kindness and love that Jay has for you.Â
You give him a tight hug and endless kisses as a thank you that he doesnât decline, returning with a hug even tighter and accepting all the kisses you wanted to give to him.Â
âWell, Iâm glad you ended up getting me something because I got you something tooâŠâ you confess and Jay raises his eyebrows with a little smile as you walk away to grab your gift. You had sneakily brought it inside from the car when Jay was in the shower.Â
His gift was fairly large so he instantly ran over to you so that you didnât have to carry it from across the room to where he was sitting; the two of you moved to the living room to open his gift.Â
âMerry Christmas, honey.â you mutter and Jay gives you a smile before opening the box, mouth instantly open before he could even fully see the item inside of the large black box.Â
âYou did notâŠâ Jay says, looking over to you and youâre just nodding excitedly as he continues to open it, pulling out a glossy deep blue guitar that had little white spots that fall into the consellation of taurusâ Jayâs sign.Â
He had been looking for this guitar for almost 2 years now and had no luck, luckily for youâ you were able to find it one day when one of your friendâs was parousing around in the UK. They instantly called you to ask if that was the guitar and you nodded, telling them that you would send the money to purchase it and whatever cost the shipping would be, youâd paid for it.Â
âI canât believe you found it, oh my godâŠâ Jay says, placing the guitar on his thighs as he slightly plays with the strings, a small tune rings through the cabin as he adjusts the tuning. âThank you, baby. Oh my god Iâm speechlessâŠâ Jay says, getting up to give you a kiss on the lips like it was the first time you two had ever kissed.Â
He puts the guitar back in its case, âIâve actually got one more giftâŠâ Jay begins to say.Â
âYN, youâre absolutely the best thing to happen in my life. I canât imagine a life without youâ youâve taught me a different type of happiness that I wouldnât find in anyone else.Â
Youâre the person I look for when I walk into a room.Â
You fill me with love that Iâve never felt before.Â
You allow me to make mistakes and encourage me to learn from them.Â
Growing up our parents and everyone around us seemed to have this premade story that we would end up together and I held that story in my heart, knowing that it wasnât just a story but it would eventually become the truth.Â
Our story.Â
Youâre my best friend, my teacher, the love of my lifeâŠâ Jay says, kneeling down on one knee and pulling out a small red velvet box.Â
âYN, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife? Will you marry me?â Jay asks as tears are falling from your eyes.Â
Youâre saying yes before he can even finish the question, jumping onto him with a hug as he chuckles at your reaction; engulfing you into a warm hug. â100% yes.â you mutter into his neck as the two of you stand up onto your feet. He gently places the ring onto your finger and once again the two of you share a kiss in front of the fireplace, snow falling outside, and the moons shining into the cabin through the crystal windows.Â
A kiss that feels like itâs your first kiss together and in many ways it is. Itâs your first kiss as fiancĂ©s and you canât wait to have your first kiss together as husband and wife.Â
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ENHYPEN ROLEPLAY
Hi! I'm officially opening my Roleplay for Enhypen roleplay!
My bias is Jay, but I like Jake a lot.
I mainly do doubles since I like seeing my bias and playing your bias.
I prefer Idol x oc, I don't do idol x idol.
Smut is fine, but I won't do it for members who are minors.
Im versitle with all sorts of plots.
I'm literate so NO ONE LINERS please.
I mainly rp on discord, and discuss plots there.
If you're interested, send me a message! đ«¶đŒ
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LOOKING FOR NCT ROLEPLAY
i want someone to do a kpop rp with me đ„ș I was thinking of a plot wherein it sets in the MCU universe (Marvel AU) Mark Lee as Spiderman. If you're interested, you must be able to do doubles. Someone who writes literate. Plus points if you have discord and reach word limit. Must be able to do all types of AUs Plot and biases will be discussed upon DMs NO MINORS (18+) Note: I only do member x oc, FxM, MxF Reply here if you're interested â°â (â  â â  â áâ  â â  â )â â
Or msg me for discord.
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Hello! 26F looking for long-term 21+ roleplay partners. I'm looking to write for these three fandoms listed below.
Bleach
My Hero Academia
Demon Slayer
All characters will be aged up to 20+!!
I want to add dark themes such as â°đ and NSFW to the plots. There will be 50/50 smut to plot ratio.
I'm semi-lit, I can write 4-6 paragraphs and I can do rapid fire most of the time!
I do talk ooc, I love gushing about our ocs and making mood boards for them! I write on discord since I'm more comfortable there, so just like this post if you're interested and I'll reach out đ
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Looking for someone to do Kpop (NCT) Roleplay!
i want someone to do a kpop rp with me đ„ș I was thinking of a plot wherein it sets in the MCU universe (Marvel AU) Mark Lee as Spiderman.
If you're interested, you must be able to do doubles. Someone who writes literate. Plus points if you have discord and reach word limit. Must be able to do all types of AUs Plot and biases will be discussed upon DMs NO MINORS (18+)
Note: I only do member x oc, FxM, MxF
Reply here if you're interested â°â (â  â â  â áâ  â â  â )â â
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KPOP ROLEPLAY
Hi! I'm Bee and I am currently looking for some rp partners since it has been some times since I last had one. Here are some things you'd probably like to know before contacting me:
I'm 22 years old so I expect you to be at the age of consent. I'll not be accepting partners under the age of 18.
I have a preference for double rp, this way I can play someone for you and you can play someone for me.
I really like idol x oc. Not much fan of ships.
I have a preference for wlm, but wlw is fine.
I'm enjoy a most plots, angst, drama, supernatural. you name it!
I'm NSFW friendly, but please don't make it the whole point of the rp! I won't also do it for idols who are minor.
I like detailed plots. So when disccusing, i expect you to give the same energy when it comes to giving suggestions.
Groups i can play for you: NCT (all units), enhyphen, exo, Treasure, SVT, Aespa, Itzy, Stray Kids + my ocs.
My preference is for people that play the same groups as I do.
English is not my first language so i apologize for grammar errors in advance.
The rp will happen on discord.
I also do other fandoms! I'll be updating this as time goes, if you're interested just dm me!! <3
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Ateez Choi San â Safe Habor
Genre: SMUT (mdni / 18+), angst, fluff, strangers to lovers au
Pairing: Attorney! San x CEO! Reader (fem)
Word Count: 22.5k
Warnings/content: divorce topics, reader is framed for drug possession and distribution, domestic violence by reader's ex (very brief scene), mentions of a failing marriage, lack of support from parents, please note that the reader's ex husband in this story is a random name I made up and so are other names in his story other than ateez, court battles, restraining order, reader gets arrested, driving under strong emotion, making out, breast play, dry humping, hand job, oral sec (f receiving) / cunnilingus, fingering, clit play, vaginal penetration, protected sex (pill), multiple orgasms, praising, pet names (sweetheart, baby), sorry if I missed anything else!
You stand in front of the large windows of your penthouse, gazing out at the city skyline. The lights from the buildings in the distance flicker like stars, but tonight they bring you no comfort like they usually did.
The weight on your shoulders has been growing heavier with each passing day, pressing down on you until it's nearly suffocating.
The argument you had with your husband, Baek Jaeyoon, echoed in your mindâ his awful words were sharp, cutting, and so very dismissive. Heâd once made you believe in the possibility of a partnership, a marriage of equals, but now you see it was an illusion, one carefully crafted by him and your family.
You never wanted to marry so early in the relationship, especially not for convenience, for business. But your familyâs expectations were clear: Jaeyoon was the right choice, the only choice, a perfect match simply because his family was as wealthy as yours.
Sure, you liked him. You even dated him for a couple of months before your family said itâs time to get married. Yet, the more time passed, the more you realized you were just another asset in a long line of acquisitions for him. The love you once tried to cultivate has wilted away, leaving behind a barren landscape of resentment and pain.
Tonight, you finally admit it to yourselfâafter a year of being his wife, this marriage is over.
Your heart clenches with the thought, but thereâs a quiet strength within you. The decision is terrifying, yes, but also liberating. Youâre not just doing this for yourself; youâre doing it to reclaim the life youâve lost in the process.
Youâre Y/Nâ the CEO of one of the biggest furniture companies in the nation, Saturn & Co. â a woman who has built her career and reputation on her own terms. Youâve faced hostile takeovers and boardroom battle. Surely, you can handle this.
But you know youâll need help, someone who can guide you through the legal labyrinth that awaits. You first think of Hongjoong, your longtime friend, a friend you've known all your life.
Hongjoong comes from a lawyer family that has been in this field for generations. His father was a very reputed attorney, now retired, who helped many wealthy clients win their legal battles. His father became friends with your father during their college days and are still very close to this day, so it's no surprise that you and Hongjoong became great friends too. Heâs always been there when you needed him, and now, more than ever, you need his expertise.
With a deep breath, you turn away from the window and reach for your phone, dialing his number.
After three rings, he answers your call. "It's almost eleven. Shouldn't you be asleep?"
"Well, hello to you too, Joong," you chuckle, "Why are you still up?"
"Ah, I'm just going over some documents for a high profile case," he explains, "What's up? All okay? You never call this late."
You take a deep breath. "I... this might sound crazy or stupid, but I want to get a divorce."
There was silence on the other end for a brief moment before he said, "It's not crazy or stupid. Have you thought this through completely?"
"I have," you answer with a sigh, "You know how my parents are. They will throw a huge tantrum and threaten to disown me as usual." Hongjoong hums at that. "But Joong, I just can't live with Jaeyoon anymore. He's not the same person. We're always fighting, and he's always saying the most hurtful, disrespectful things to me."
Truthfully, Hongjoong never liked your husband. He always thought Jaeyoon seemed too short-tempered and controlling. However, you seemed to be happy initially, or at least that's what you showed the outside world, so Hongjoong never commented on it, especially since it wasn't his place to do so. But he did hint at it once or twice. Once your parents got involved, he knew what the outcome would be, and he only hoped you would fight back and make the right decision.
"Have you considered couple's therapy?" Hongjoong asked.
"I did, and I brought it up to him. He got extremely upset, said there's nothing wrong with him, that I'm the problem and I need therapy, and I should be grateful that he even chose to marry me."
Hongjoong rolled his eyes. "That stuck up asshole. He thinks quite highly of himself."
The rest of the conversation with Hongjoong is brief but comforting. He listens to your concerns without any judgment, his voice steady and reassuring while he gives his legal input.
âDivorce isn't my area of specialty, you know that. But my friend, a fellow attorney in my firm, Choi San, is one of the greatest attorneys I've ever seen. Heâs worked on many cases similar to yours and has a great record,â Hongjoong says, âHeâll make sure youâre taken care of, Y/N. You have nothing to worry about.â
But worry is exactly what you feel. Not about the process, but about what comes after. The unknown stretches before you, vast and intimidating. Still, youâve made your choice. And for the first time in a long while, you feel like youâre the one in control.
The next day, you find yourself walking into Hongjoongâs law firm, a sleek, modern building with glass walls and minimalist decor. The receptionist greets you with a warm smile, and soon youâre being escorted to a private conference room. You wished Hongjoong was here, but he was in an important meeting with one of his clients.
As you wait, blankly staring at a painting in the room, your mind races with questions. What will San be like? Will he understand the complexity of your situation, the nuances that come with being in a marriage like yours? What if he's an old man who thinks people should push through a dead marriage like your parents? It was so common for society to frown upon a divorced woman.
The door opens, and your thoughts scatter as a man steps inside. Is this an attorney or a model?
Heâs quite tall, broad shoulders, siren eyes, dressed sharply in a black tailored suit, with an air of confidence that is immediately reassuring.
His eyes meet yours, and for a moment, youâre struck by the calm intensity in them. Thereâs a softness there, too, something that puts you at ease despite the circumstances.
But God, is he the most stunning man you've ever seen.
âMrs. Baek,â he says, extending a hand. His voice is smooth, professional, but thereâs a warmth in his tone that surprises you. âIâm Attorney Choi San, but please call me San. Itâs a pleasure to meet you.â
You shake his hand, feeling the strength in his grip. âThank you for meeting with me on such short notice, San. Please, call me Y/N, I'm trying to get rid of the 'Mrs. Baek' title," you joke, though it was true.
San chuckles and nods. âOf course, Y/N. Hongjoong spoke very highly of you.â He gestures to the chair across from you, and you both sit down.
"I understand youâre looking to proceed with a divorce," he says, taking a laptop out of his bag and setting in on the table before opening it. "Don't mind me, I just need to take notes of what you say so I can better understand how I can help you."
You nod, the words feeling heavy in your throat. âYes. I⊠I want to make sure everything is handled properly. Thereâs a lot at stake, and I canât afford any mistakes.â
San gives you a reassuring smile, and you notice he has dimples. You couldn't help but think that he was extremely charming. "Don't worry, Y/N. You're in safe hands," he says, "Now, how about you start by telling me about your marriage and what prompted you to seek divorce?"
You take a deep breath and look at him directly. âI never wanted to get married so early in the relationship. It wasnât about loveâit was about business, aligning our families. And I⊠I tried, but Jaeyoon⊠heâs not the man I thought he was. We dated for a couple of months, and he was genuinely really nice. But soon after we got married, he suddenly doesnât respect me, and lately, it feels like heâs more interested in controlling me than being my partner.â San listens intently as you explained your situation. The more you talk, the more you notice the way he focuses on you, his attention unwavering even while he's typing on his laptop.
San nods when you finish speaking, his expression serious but understanding. âIt sounds like youâve been carrying this weight for a long time.â
âI have,â you admit, your voice softer. âIâve always put my family and my company first, but I canât keep doing that at the expense of my own happiness and mental peace. I want out, but I donât want this to become a spectacle. My family⊠theyâll try to push back, and Jaeyoonâs family will make things difficult too.â
You continue to tell him more about your life, and he asks the right questions, probing gently but thoroughly, and it becomes clear that he understands the complexities of your lifeâthe family expectations, the business implications, the emotional toll.
San leans forward slightly, his gaze steady on yours. âThe first step is to file a petition for divorce. Since both of you are public figures, we can request that the details remain confidential to avoid any unnecessary media attention. Weâll also need to consider how any joint assets will be divided, as well as any potential claims from Jaeyoon regarding spousal support.â
As the meeting progresses, you feel a sense of relief washing over you. Sanâs approach is meticulous, but thereâs also a kindness to him that you hadnât expected. Heâs not just treating this as another case; heâs treating you like a person, like someone who deserves to be heard and supported.
âWhat kind of timeline are we looking at?â you ask, a hint of anxiety creeping into your voice.
âIt depends on a few factors,â San replies, his tone calm and reassuring. âIf Jaeyoon agrees to the divorce and we can reach a settlement outside of court, it could be finalized in as little as six months. However, if he contests it, especially regarding asset division or other terms, it could take longerâpotentially a year or more.â You frown, the thought of this dragging on for so long unsettling.
âAnd if it does go to court?â
âIf it goes to court, weâll be prepared,â San assures you with confidence. âIâll work to ensure that your interests are protected. That means gathering all the necessary financial documents, assessing the value of shared assets, and if needed, preparing for depositions and hearings. Iâll handle the legal strategy, but Iâll also make sure youâre fully informed every step of the way.â
âWhat about my company? Saturn & Co. is my lifeâs work. I canât afford for it to be affected by this.â
Sanâs expression softens slightly as he considers your concern. âWeâll make protecting your company a priority. Given that Saturn & Co. was established long before your marriage, weâll argue that it should remain entirely under your control. But weâll need to be thorough in documenting that your company assets and finances are distinct from any shared marital property.â
You let out a breath you didnât realize you were holding. âThank you, San. This is all so overwhelming.â
He gives you a small, encouraging smile. âThatâs what Iâm here for, Y/N. Iâll guide you through this process, and weâll take it one step at a time. Youâre not alone in this.â
By the time you leave the law firm, youâre still apprehensive about the future, but for the first time, you feel like youâre not facing it alone. And as you think back to the way Sanâs eyes softened when you spoke, you realize that maybe, just maybe, this wonât be as lonely as you feared.
2 months later
The familiar scent of Jaeyoonâs cologne hits you as soon as you step into the penthouse and hang your coat in the closet after a long day at work. The air is thick with tension, and you can feel the weight of the divorce papers in your bag like a lead anchor.
You mentally thanked San for being so quick to give you the documents. Since you had no kids with Jaeyoon, and your pre-nup was very straightforward about how any joint assets should be divided, San said your case wasn't very complicated.
In the 2 months of working with San, you have grown to take a liking towards him. He was kind and gentle towards you, and he always gave you his full attention when you spoke. When you went to Hongjoong's birthday party a month ago, you were delighted to see San there as well; that's when you got to know him in a non-professional way, and you genuinely thought he was the sweetest, most understanding man you had ever met.
Now, standing in your penthouse with the divorce papers in hand, you felt extremely anxious. You had rehearsed this moment countless times in your mind, but now that youâre here, every word you planned feels inadequate.
Jaeyoon is seated in the living room, scrolling through his phone, but he looks up as you enter. Thereâs an expectant look on his face, like he knows somethingâs coming. He's certainly no stranger to the way youâve been acting these past two months, and he was often very angry when you refused to be intimate with him.
You steel yourself, trying to gather the courage you need. âJaeyoon... We need to talk,â you say, your voice steady, though your heart is racing.
His brow furrows as he puts down his phone. âWhatâs this about, honey?â he asks, and you mentally cringe at the pet name.
You reach into your Dior tote bag and pull out the divorce papers, holding them out to him. For a moment, Jaeyoon just stares at them, as if he doesnât understand. But then, slowly, he takes them from your hand.
He skims through the content of the top page. âWhat the hell is this?â His voice is low, almost calm, but you can hear the anger simmering just beneath the surface.
âItâs what I should have done a long time ago,â you reply, trying to keep your voice from shaking. âI want a divorce, Jaeyoon. This marriage⊠it isnât working.â
He flips through the papers, his expression darkening with each passing second. âYou canât be serious,â he finally says, his voice rising. âDo you have any idea what this will do? To us? To our families? To the business?â
âIâve thought about it,â you say, standing your ground. âThis is the only way forward for me. I canât live like this anymore.â
Jaeyoonâs face twists with rage. âYou ungrateful fuckingââ He doesnât finish the sentence. Instead, he slams the papers onto the coffee table, the sound echoing in the quiet room. âAfter everything Iâve done for you, this is how you repay me?â
âYou didnât do anything for me, Jaeyoon,â you say, your voice breaking. âYou did it for yourself. For control. Iâm not your possession. I tried to fix this marriage for months, but you refused to make any attempts to realize how horribly youâve been treating me.â
Before you can react, heâs on his feet, his hand striking you across the face with a force that sends you reeling. The sting is sharp, but the shock is even sharper. You stumble back, your hand instinctively reaching for your cheek.
âJaeyoon!â you cry out, but heâs already moving.
"I'll fucking kill you!" His eyes are wild, fury taking over as he grabs a nearby vase and hurls it at you. You barely have time to duck, and the vase smashes into the wall behind you, hitting your shoulder in the process before shattering into pieces on the floor. A sharp pain shoots through your shoulder, but you force yourself to stay on your feet.
Your breath comes in short, panicked gasps as you stare at the broken remains of the vase, the reality of what just happened crashing down on you. This is no longer just about a failed marriageâthis is about your safety, your life.
Without another word, you turn and run out of the penthouse, the door slamming behind you. You donât stop until youâre in the elevator hastily pressing the button for the parking garage, your body shaking uncontrollably. You were glad your bag was still with you and had all the stuff you neededâ your phone, wallet, and keys.
As soon as you reach the parking garage, you make your way to your car. You unlock it with your keys and quickly lock yourself in. You realized you ran out in your house slippers when it's freezing outside, but that was the least of your concerns right now.
You needed to get out of here.
You switched your car engine on and put your seat belt on, ignoring the pain in your shoulder. Tears blur your vision as you fumble for your phone, and before you know it, youâve dialed Sanâs number. While his phone rang, you moved the gear selector in your car to drive, and you wasted no time in pressing on the accelerator, leaving the garage and the gates of the apartment building.
Your phone was connected to your car, and San's soft voice was heard. "Hello?"
"SanâŠ" Your voice is barely a whisper, choked with sobs. "Sannie, I..."
âY/N? What happened?â His voice is immediately alert, concerned. The sound of your car's indicator alerted him further. âWhere are you? Are you in a car?â
âI⊠Iâm driving. I canât⊠I donât know what to doâŠâ Your words tumble out in a rush, your mind spinning.
"Y/N, tell me where you are. It's not safe for you to drive under strong emotion. Please pull over, I'll come get you."
"He... he hit me," you cried, ignoring San's words. "I left... I'm driving and I don't... I don't know where I'm going, butâ"
"Sweetheart, please," San begs, and the sudden nickname makes your heart burst, and you find yourself calming down a bit. "Please pull over. It's not safe. Please."
And you finally listen to him. "Okay," you murmur, taking a deep breath. You make a turn into what seems to be the parking lot of a hospital. You parked in the first slot you could find. "I... I stopped."
"Okay, what do you see around you?" San asks, and you can hear some muffling in his background.
"A hospital," you say, glancing around from your car for the name of it. "Geumgang Asan hospital."
San lets out a breath in relief. "You're actually right by my apartment," he says, and you hear a door close in his background.
"Which apartment?" You ask, voice still shaky.
"Raemian Caelitus," he answers, "Stay right there. Iâm coming to get you. Donât move, okay? Iâll be there in a few minutes. Which car are you in?"
You don't respond to San. Instead, you put your car in drive and head for his apartment complex, doing the complete opposite of what he told you to do.
"Y/N?"
"I'm almost there," you say to him.
San groans. "Y/N... It'sâ"
"I know, I know," you chuckle, "but it takes less than two minutes by car. Besides, I'm already here." You pull up to the apartment gates, rolling your window down to speak to the security. He took down your name and number before opening the gates for you.
You drove to the guest parking lot and parked there, waiting for San to get to you. You slump against the car seat, your tears falling freely now. The numbness starts to set in, and you wrap your arms around yourself, trying to hold the pieces of yourself together.
It feels like an eternity, but in reality, itâs only a minute or two before there's a knock on your car window. You grab your bag and keys, getting out of your car. The cold night air feels chilly against your tear-streaked face. Youâre still trembling; the shock of what happened earlier was refusing to release its grip on you.
San doesnât say a wordâhe just pulls you into his arms, holding you tightly as if he could shield you from everything that just happened.
You break down completely, sobbing into his chest, and he just holds you, his hand gently stroking your hair. âItâs okay,â he murmurs softly. âYouâre safe now. Iâve got you.â
When you started shivering, San noticed that you weren't wearing a coat, and your feet were only covered with your house slippers. He immediately takes his coat off and wraps it around you before picking you up bridal-style, wasting no time in making his way back to his apartment.
Once you reach the warmth of San's apartment, he sets you down on his couch. His actions made you sob more as you were touched by the way he treated you. He continued to hold you in his arms, trying to control the anger he felt at seeing the faint handprint mark on your cheek.
After a while, when your sobs start to quiet, San gently tilts your chin up to look at him. His eyes are filled with worry, but thereâs also a fierce determination there. âWeâre going to make sure he never hurts you again,â he says firmly.
You nod, unable to find the words, but the way San looks at youâso protective, so caringâgives you some strength. You feel like youâre moving toward something better, something thatâs just for you.
The two of you sit in silence for a while. You tried to gather your thoughts, his presence a steady anchor in the storm of your emotions.
Eventually, he speaks, his voice gentle but serious. "Y/N... do you want to talk about it?"
You take a deep breath. "I gave him the divorce papers... he didn't take it well. Everything happened so fast. He slapped me, and then he threw a vase at me."
He cupped your face with one hand, gently stroking your cheek, a look of worry in his eyes. "Are you hurt anywhere?"
You knew your shoulder was definitely bruised, and you could still feel the dull ache. But you didn't want to tell San that.
"No... I'm okay," you lied. "Jaeyoon said he would kill me when he threw the vase. I left right after that." You noticed the way San's jaw clenched.
âY/N, what that dickhead did tonight is beyond unacceptable. We need to take steps to make sure youâre safe. I think we should file for a restraining order against him.â
You glance at him, fear creeping back into your mind. âBut⊠thereâs no proof. Itâs just my word against his.â
San nods, understanding the concern. âI know it feels like an uphill battle, but your testimony is important. The court can issue a restraining order if it believes thereâs a credible threat, even without physical evidence. Your account of what happened, combined with the details of your marriage and the pattern of controlling behavior, can be enough to convince the judge.â
You hesitate, the thought of facing Jaeyoon in court, of reliving the nightmare, filling you with dread. âWhat if they donât believe me? What if⊠what if this makes everything worse?â
San reaches over, gently squeezing your hand. âIâll be with you every step of the way, Y/N. Not just as your lawyer, but as someone you can trust, someone you can count on," he says, and you felt butterflies in your stomach. "Weâll present your case as clearly and thoroughly as possible. We can also gather any supporting evidence like records of past arguments, any messages or emails that show his controlling behavior. Even if we donât have a video or physical proof, your word carries weight, Y/N.â
His reassurance steadies you somewhat, and you nod slowly, deep in thought while blankly staring at the numerous law books on his bookshelf.
And then it hit you.
Video proof.
You turn to San with a hopeful look in your eyes. "I just realized, we have cameras in the living room. And this whole thing happened there, too. The footage should be on the app on my phone."
San's eyes widened, and a huge smile spread across his face. "This is perfect, Y/N! This would be more than enough to get the restraining order, as well as settle the divorce without having to go to court. Once we show him that we have evidence of his violence, there's no way he would fight back cause the court will most likely rule in your favor!"
You reach for your phone and unlock it, immediately opening the app. The footage gets saved in 30-minute intervals, and you were glad to see that it was still there and Jaeyoon had not deleted it yet. You downloaded the footage to have a copy of it on your phone. San requested that you send the footage to him as well so he could adjust the documents he wrote accordingly.
"Thank you, San," you say with a smile. "I don't know what I'd do without you."
He only smiled and stroked the back of your head. "Did you have dinner?" he asks, and you nod.
"Mhmm, I ate at work."
His face grew slightly serious when he noticed it was one hour to midnight. "Y/N, do you... want to stay the night here? I have a guest room. But if you're uncomfortable and you prefer a hotel or somewhere else, I can drive you. Whatever's most comfortable for you."
"I want to be here with you," you say in a soft tone, your words sending San's heart into a frenzy.
He nods and gets up. "Make yourself at home. Let me prepare the guest room a little bit first, okay? If you want to drink or eat something, the kitchen is all yours."
"Thanks, Sannie."
While San was busy setting up the guest room, you looked around the living room of his apartment. The decor was so simple and beautiful, and you noticed many pieces of furniture were actually made by your company. You loved how clean his apartment was, not even a pillow out of place. You noticed he had a giant boba tea plushie in the corner of the room, and you couldn't help but think San was so adorable.
"It's ready," he says, and you enter the guest room. You noticed there was a hoodie and a t-shirt neatly folded on the bed. San noticed you glancing at it. "I realized you don't have any clothes to sleep in. I didn't know if you preferred warm clothes or something more airy, so I got both. In the bathroom, there's a pack of spare toothbrushes in the cabinet. If you want to take a shower, I kept a smaller bathrobe for you and a towel."
You hug him tightly. "Seriously, thank you, Sannie."
"You don't have to thank me, Y/N," he murmurs, "Get some rest, hmm? I'll be in my room if you need me."
He turns to leave, but you grab his arm. "Wait..." you hesitate, "I... um..."
"Hmm?"
"Can you... can you perhaps... stay here with me, please?" You ask in a quiet tone, feeling your cheeks heat up.
"Oh, um, I can if you want me to," he answers, his own cheeks turning pink. "Let me get ready for bed first, and then I'll join you, okay?"
You nod and he leaves the room to give you some privacy. You head into the bathroom to change out of your clothes and take a quick shower. You brushed your teeth and put some lip balm on. You chose to wear his t-shirt, which served as an oversized t-shirt for you. Taking a whiff of the t-shirt, you lightly hummed in delight, his scent of him making you feel some type of way.
When you exited the bathroom, San was already under the covers of the bed. He shyly pats the space beside him, and you slid under the covers with him.
San kept a bit of distance from you to not make you feel uncomfortable. You really appreciated that, but you wanted him to be closer.
Knowing the gentleman San is, you knew you had to speak up first.
"Can you... come closer?" You squeak out, slightly embarrassed. San chuckles and does as you say.
"Anything else?" he teases. You turn on your side so you're facing him, and the faint light from the nightlamp makes his skin glow somehow. San was so beautiful inside out. You were utterly mesmerized by him.
"Closer," you whisper. San moved closer to you, his head now on your pillow. You could feel his breath on your face and the warmth radiating from his body.
"Closer," you say again, looking between his eyes and his plump lips that were slightly parted. You reached for his arm and put it over your waist.
San understood what you wanted, but he restrained himself from giving in. "Y/N... what are you doing?" he murmurs, his hand placed softly on your back. His eyes were staring intensely into yours as if to see if you felt the same way as him in this moment.
"I want you to kiss me," you say, voice barely above a whisper.
San gulps, unsure of what to do. He wanted to kiss you, but he wasn't sure if you were really in the best mental state for that after what happened just a few hours ago.
You look at him, an expectant look on your face. You wouldn't have asked him to kiss you if you weren't confident that he felt something for you. You were not ignorant to the way he looked at you, the way he spoke to you, the way his eyes subtly roamed your body when you were in his office, the way he took a sharp inhale of your scent in a crowded elevator... but then you started to overthink.
What if he didn't want to kiss you?
What if all those signs weren't as deep as you think they are?
"I'm sorry," you say to him, and his eyebrows furrow in confusion. "I didn't realize I was being too straightforward with this, and I understand if you don't want to kiss me. I should haveâ"
San placed his lips on you, shutting you up instantly. "There's nothing I want more than to kiss you," he mumbles against your lips, pulling you closer to him. "I just... don't want to put any pressure on you when you're in a vulnerable state."
You smiled against his lips, feeling touched by how considerate San was towards you.
And then you kissed him. His lips were so soft and warm while it molded with yours, and you couldn't help but feel relaxed while he kissed you back in such a soft manner, as if you were extremely delicate. You wrap your arms around his neck to pull him even closer, a small whimper leaving his lips when he feels your body flush against his.
You pull away first to catch your breath. You watch as San's eyes slowly open to look at you. There was a kind look in his eyes, one that screamed of adoration.
San lets out a little giggle when it hits him that the two of you really just kissed. He kisses your forehead and holds you in his arms while he tells you all the little things you did that made his heart flutter.
Eventually, sleep finds its way to both of you, the night ending in a warm embrace.
Two days later, you and San head to the courthouse, where he helps you file for the restraining order. The process is grueling, forcing you to recount the events of the night two days before, but San is there with you, guiding you through every step. His presence is a lifeline, his calm professionalism giving you the strength to face what lies ahead.
When the judge finally reviews your petition, you feel a knot in your stomach. But as San presents your case, emphasizing the danger youâre in and the need for protection, you see the judgeâs expression soften.
After what feels like an eternity, the judge grants the temporary restraining order. Itâs not permanent yetâthere will need to be a hearing for thatâbut itâs a critical first step. For now, Jaeyoon is legally required to stay away from you, and any violation of that order could lead to serious consequences for him.
When you leave the courthouse, you feel a mixture of relief and lingering anxiety. But you also feel a small spark of hopeâhope that, with Sanâs help, you might finally be able to take control of your life again.
You and San part ways to head to your respective workplaces, but he promises to see you after.
When you reach your office building, you're surprised to find your secretary waiting outside the doors of your office.
"Ms. Y/N," she starts, "Your parents are here, inside your office. I told them to wait outside, but they refused. They seemed to have found out about..."
You nod at her. "That's okay, Yena. Thanks for the heads up."
"You have a meeting in about ten minutes with the design team for the summer patio collection. I can postpone the meeting for you if you'd like."
"That won't be necessary," you say, "I'll be done in five minutes, hopefully. My parents... I know what to expect from them." Yena nods and wishes you luck.
You enter your office, shutting the doors behind you. You aren't surprised to see the rage on your parents face.
"Filing for divorce behind my back and getting a restraining order against your husband? What are you thinking?" Your mother says, a look of disappointment clear on her face.
You sigh. "Tell me, mom and dad, had I told you about it beforehand, would you have let me?" You say in a calm tone. "And that man is not my husband anymore."
"Y/N, you can not get a divorce. I forbid it," your father says in a strong tone. "You will bring utter shame to our family. I will not hesitate to take your name off my will."
You chuckle. "I don't care about your money, dad. I have my own company that I built on my own," you say, crossing your arms over your chest. "I will not live with a man that treats me like I'm inferior to him, a man that hits me and throws stuff at me."
"Jaeyoon was angry," your mother defends. "You betrayed him. He had every right toâ"
"Every right to abuse me? Do you hear yourself right now?" you gave her an incredulous look. "Is your daughter's happiness and safety not more important to you than your image and connections?" You turn to look at your father. "You said I'll bring utter shame to our family, but tell me how? I'm not the one who abused him and treated him like shit for months!"
"Enough, Y/N!" your father raises his voice. "You will do as I say. You better withdraw your case. I will talk to your lawyer. I don't want to hear you talk of divorce again. I better see you in the penthouse tonight."
"My apologies, father, but I'm done listening to you," you firmly stand your ground.
"Don't make me disown you, Y/N. You married into a very good family, someone who matches your background and status in society."
"By all means, please do," you say with a scoff. "I'm not making sacrifices for your sake anymore. I have a meeting to attend, so please leave."
You turn away from your parents and walk to your desk. You sit down on your chair, and face away from your parents.
"You're an ungrateful brat," your mother spits before walking out of your office, your father grumpily following behind.
You let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding as you slump down in your chair.
You loved your parents deeply, but you wished for once they would not care about money, power, and status, and start caring about the well-being of their child.
San sits at his desk, meticulously reviewing a file when the door to his office opens. He looks up to see your father standing in the doorway, his eyes hard and calculating. Thereâs no polite knock, no greetingâjust an imposing presence.
San got up from his seat and bowed politely. âMr. L/N, I wasnât expecting you. What can I help you with today?â
Your father steps into the office, the door closing behind him with a quiet click. He doesnât sit down, instead choosing to stand, towering over Sanâs desk.
"I came to discuss my daughter's case. This whole divorce nonsense. Itâs a mistake, and it needs to be stopped," your father explains. His voice is firm, commanding.
San doesnât flinch, meeting his gaze calmly while he took his seat. âWith all due respect, Mr. L/N, thatâs not something I can do. I represent your daughterâs best interests, and sheâs made it clear she wants to proceed with the divorce.â
Your father narrows his eyes, leaning forward slightly, the temperature in the room seemingly dropping. âPerhaps you didnât hear me, Mr. Choi. I said the divorce needs to be stopped. Iâm here to make sure it doesnât go any further.â
San remains seated, unbothered by the thinly veiled threat in the older manâs voice. He folds his hands on the desk, his expression composed. âYour daughter has the right to make her own choices, Mr. L/N. Iâm here to ensure that her voice is heard and her rights are protected. Iâm afraid I wonât be withdrawing from the case.â
The older manâs lips curl into a smile that doesnât reach his eyes. He takes a step back and places a briefcase on Sanâs desk. With a casual flick of his wrist, he opens it, revealing stacks of neatly arranged cash.
â125 million won. More than enough to make it worth your while to reconsider.â
Sanâs eyes briefly flicker to the briefcase before returning to the man in front of him. His expression doesnât change. He slowly rises from his chair, closing the briefcase with a firm click.
âIâm not interested in your money, Mr. L/N. My commitment is to my client, your daughter, not to the highest bidder,â San says in a steady tone.
Your fatherâs eyes darken. He straightens, crossing his arms over his chest. âYou might want to reconsider, Mr. Choi. You know who I am. I have powerful connections, and it wouldnât take much to have you fired. Youâre nothing more than an associate at this firm. Hongjoong and I go way back. One call from me, and youâll be out of a job.â
Sanâs jaw tightens, but he keeps his cool. He steps around the desk, standing toe to toe with your father. âYouâre free to make that call, Mr. L/N. But Iâll tell you right now that it wonât change anything. My integrity and my clientâs well-being come first. I wonât be bullied into backing down.â
For a moment, the two men stand in silence, the tension thick between them. Then your father lets out a low chuckle, though itâs devoid of warmth. âYouâre a fool, Mr. Choi. But Iâll leave you with this warning. Cross me, and youâll regret it. Youâll wish youâd taken the money.â
The door shuts behind him with a heavy thud. San stands in the now-silent office, his eyes lingering on the closed door for a moment. He exhales slowly, tension easing from his shoulders as he returns to his desk.
Sanâs thoughts drift briefly to you and the storm that might be heading your way. But he steels himself, ready for whatever comes next. His loyalty to you and his belief in doing whatâs right will not be shaken. Besides, he had enough trust in Hongjoong to know his friend would never listen to your father either.
Hongjoong sits at his desk, engrossed in reviewing a case, when the door to his office swings open with a heavy push. He looks up to see your father striding in without so much as a knock. His face is a mask of anger, but thereâs something moreâdisappointment, perhaps, or even hurt.
Hongjoong straightens up immediately, his surprise giving way to a faint smile of recognition. âUncle, I wasnât expecting you to stop by.â
Your father's jaw tightens at the familiar greeting, and he waves off the formality with a sharp motion. He stands in the middle of the room, eyes piercing as he regards Hongjoong with a mixture of affection and frustration.
Your father starts, âHongjoong, what is this mess with Y/N?â
Hongjoong sighs inwardly but keeps his composure. He gestures to the chair across from his desk. âPlease, sit down. Letâs talk.â
Your father shakes his head. âIâm not here to chat. Iâm here because of this nonsense with your associate, Choi San. Youâre letting him destroy my family. Youâve known Y/N since she was born, Joong. How can you allow this to happen?â
The use of his childhood name stirs something in Hongjoongâa reminder that this man was more than just a powerful businessman. He had watched Hongjoong grow up, had been at family dinners, birthdays, celebrations. But Hongjoong keeps his professional mask on, aware that this conversation would require careful navigation.
Hongjoong softly says, âUncle, you know I care about Y/N. Iâve always looked out for her, and Iâm doing that now.â
âBy letting her divorce her husband? By letting her throw away everything weâve built? This will ruin herâand us!â your father says, his voice rising.
Hongjoongâs face hardens slightly. He motions again to the chair. âPlease, Uncle. Letâs sit down and talk about this.â
Reluctantly, your father takes the offered seat, but not without a huff of frustration. He looks at Hongjoong, his gaze heavy with expectation. âYou need to fire that attorney of yours. Heâs putting ideas in Y/Nâs headâencouraging her to throw away a good marriage. You canât let this happen.â
Hongjoong takes a deep breath, knowing this was coming. His voice remains calm, though his loyalty to both San and you runs deep. âI wonât do that, Uncle. San is a brilliant attorney and one of my closest friends. More than that, heâs doing exactly what Y/N needs. Heâs protecting her.â
Your father leans forward, his tone sharp, âProtecting her? From what? Jaeyoonâs a good man. Heâs just been under stress! Y/Nâs exaggerating the situation.â
Hongjoongâs eyes narrow slightly, a rare flash of anger crossing his usually composed face. âThis isnât an exaggeration, Uncle. Jaeyoonâs hurt herâphysically, emotionally. Iâve seen the bruises myself from when he threw a vase at her. And heâs threatened her life too.â
Your fatherâs expression falters for just a moment, but he quickly covers it with a shake of his head. âY/Nâs always been dramatic. Sheâs too sensitive. Jaeyoon would never do that.â
âThis isnât drama, Uncle. This is abuse. Youâve known me my entire life, so you know I wouldnât say this lightly. If you donât believe me, ask Y/N yourself. Or better yet, spend one minute in a room with her and see the fear in her eyes.â
Thereâs a long pause as your father processes Hongjoongâs words. He looks down, his hands clenched tightly in his lap. For the first time, doubt flickers across his face, but his pride keeps him from showing it openly. âSheâs my daughter, Hongjoong. Iâm doing whatâs best for her.â
Hongjoong softens slightly, his tone more compassionate, âI know you love her, Uncle. But whatâs best for her isnât keeping her in a marriage thatâs tearing her apart. You want to protect her? Then let her go. Let her break free from Jaeyoon and start fresh. She deserves that much.â
The room falls silent again. Your father looks away, clearly uncomfortable with the direction the conversation has taken. Heâs used to being in control, used to getting his way, and now heâs faced with a situation that no amount of power or money can fix.
âI donât like this, Hongjoong. Not one bit,â your father says in a quiet tone.
Hongjoong nods. âI understand. But forcing her to stay will only make things worse.â
Your father finally looks up, his voice filled with resignation, âIâll think about what youâve said. But donât think Iâll just sit by and let this happen.â
Hongjoong watches as the older man slowly rises from the chair, his movements less confident than when he first entered the room. As he walks to the door, he hesitates, turning back to look at Hongjoong with a mixture of frustration and something almost like vulnerability. âYouâve grown up well, Hongjoong. Iâve always been proud of you. But I hope youâre not making a mistake.â
âThank you, Uncle. But I believe in what Iâm doing. I believe in protecting Y/N.â
With a final nod, your father turns and leaves the office, the door closing quietly behind him. Hongjoong sits back down at his desk, the weight of the conversation lingering in the air. He exhales slowly, his thoughts turning to you, hoping that your father will see reason before itâs too late.
3 weeks later
You sit at the head of the long glass table, eyes focused as one of your top designers presents the new luxury patio collection. The conference room buzzes with the energy of innovationâyour team is passionate, and it shows in the careful detailing of the furniture designs displayed on the digital screens along the walls. Teak wood, sleek metal accents, and eco-friendly materials come together in sophisticated harmony.
âWeâve incorporated the latest trends in sustainable materials, aiming to appeal to clients who prioritize both style and environmental responsibility. The durability will be a key selling point for the summer collection,â the chief designer explains.
You nod, your fingers drumming lightly on the surface of your notebook. Despite being from a wealthy family, youâve built Saturn & Co. from the ground up, and youâve learned to balance creativity with practicality. Your mind is already analyzing the numbersâthinking about production costs, price points, and the narrative you want to craft around this collection.
âI like the direction, but we need to ensure the pricing reflects the exclusivity. This is a luxury line, and our clientele expects something unique. Letâs look at limited editions to build that exclusivity,â you voice your opinion.
Your team exchanges glances, taking notes as you speak. You look at the marketing head next. âWe need to start the marketing campaign as soon as possible. I want a narrative that ties back to our brandâs legacy, something that shows weâre not just following trends but leading them.â
As you discuss the campaign, the atmosphere in the room is abruptly shattered by the sound of raised voices outside the glass doors. Your brow furrows in confusion as you glance toward the commotion. Before you can react, the doors swing open, and several uniformed officers from the Korean National Police barge into the conference room.
The room goes still, everyone frozen in place.
The officer in charge looks directly at you. âMs. L/N, you are under arrest for illegal possession and distribution of narcotics. Please stand and come with us.â
You feel the words hit you like a physical blow. The room spins for a moment, and your breath catches in your throat. You blink, trying to comprehend whatâs happening. Your colleagues stare at you in shocked silence, their faces a mixture of confusion and concern.
âThere must be a mistake,â you say, absolutely stunned at the accusation. Your voice feels distant, barely your own. The officer takes a step closer, his expression hard and unyielding. Two other officers flank you, moving into position as if expecting resistance.
âWe have a warrant for your arrest. You have the right to remain silent.â
Everything feels surreal, as though youâve been dropped into someone elseâs life. This canât be happening. Youâve never been involved with drugsâthis is absurd. You shake your head, your voice stronger now. âIâm innocent. Iâve done nothing wrong.â
The officers ignore your protests as they take you by the arms, pulling you to your feet. You glance around the table, your team frozen in disbelief. Your head of security moves toward you but is stopped by the officers, who block his path.
As youâre led out of the conference room, your heart pounds in your chest. Fear mixes with disbelief, but you force yourself to stay calm. You donât know how this happened, but youâre determined to fight it.
The walk through the Saturn & Co. building feels endless. Employees stop in their tracks, staring as you pass by, whispers rising in your wake. Your cheeks burn with the humiliation of it all, but you lift your chin and keep your expression calm, refusing to show any weakness.
Outside the building, a crowd has already gathered, cameras flashing in your face. You can barely hear the shouting reporters over the thrum of your own thoughts. As youâre escorted into the waiting police car, you canât help but wonderâwho could have done this? And why?
Your first thought was your ex-husband. Well, you still weren't legally divorced yet. But you had a gut feeling that it was him.
The door slams shut behind you, and as the car pulls away from the building, the reality of the situation begins to sink in. Your life is about to be turned upside down, and you know exactly who you need to call: San. Heâll help you. He has to. Right?
Its been a while since you saw San as he was busy handling back-to-back cases and traveling to meet clients and witnesses. You also bought a new apartment and were busy moving and unpacking your stuff, so you didn't have much time to meet up with him either.
Once you reached the station, you were thrown into an interrogation room. The cold, sterile room is a stark contrast to the familiar warmth of your office. The walls are bare, the fluorescent lights overhead casting a harsh, clinical glow. You sit at a metal table, your hands resting in front of you. Despite the fear bubbling up inside you, you keep your back straight, refusing to show the panic you feel beneath the surface.
Youâve been here for hours now. The officers had taken your personal belongings, leaving you feeling exposed and disconnected from the outside world. The initial booking process was a blur of fingerprinting, photographs, and paperwork. Now, itâs just you and the suffocating silence of the interrogation room.
The door creaks open, and two officers step inside. One of them, a senior detective, takes the seat across from you while the other leans against the wall, arms crossed. You can feel their eyes on you, studying your every move, waiting for any sign of weakness.
âMrs. Baek... or should I say, Ms. L/N? The public may not know everything, but we certainly do. Now, do you know why youâre here?â
You look at him, your heartbeat thudding in your ears. You swallow hard, trying to keep your voice steady. âIâm innocent. I donât know why Iâve been brought here. This has to be a mistake.â
The detective leans back in his chair, pulling out a manila folder and flipping it open. He slides a few photographs across the table toward you. You glance down at themâimages of plastic bags filled with pills and powder, some stashed in a high-end handbag that looks disturbingly similar to one you own. âThese drugs were found in your possession. We have evidence linking you to a drug-selling operation. Do you care to explain?â
Your stomach drops, and your hands instinctively clench into fists in your lap. You shake your head, staring at the images as though they might change if you blink hard enough.
âThatâs not mine. I donât know how those drugs got there. Iâve never been involved in anything like this. I swear,â you say.
The detective raises an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed by your denial. He taps one of the photos with his finger. âThis was found in your car, Ms. L/N. Are you telling me someone planted these drugs without your knowledge?â
Your mind races. You remember parking your car that morningâeverything was normal. But nothing makes sense now. You feel trapped, caught in a nightmare where you donât know the rules.
âI donât know how it got there. Iâve never seen those drugs before in my life, neither do I do drugs. I can do a drug test to prove that.â
The detective exchanges a glance with the other officer, who remains silent but watches you carefully. He leans forward, as if to intimidate you. âMs. L/N, the evidence is stacked against you. Your fingerprints were found on the packaging of the bag. We were secretly searching for those involved in drug distribution of this very drug, a drug that can only fall in the hands of someone with a lot of money and influence.â
The words hit you like a punch to the gut. Your fingerprints? You struggle to breathe evenly, trying to understand how this could be happening. âThatâs impossible. Iâm not involved in any of this. Someone has set me up.â
The detective doesnât blink. He looks at you as though youâre a puzzle heâs trying to solve, but you can tell he doesnât believe you. âThis is your chance to come clean, Ms. L/N. The sooner you cooperate, the better this will go for you. Tell us who youâve been working with, and maybe we can work something out.â
You shake your head, frustration and fear mixing into a potent cocktail in your chest. Your voice rises slightly, despite your efforts to stay calm. âIâm not involved in any drug operation. I donât know whoâs behind this, but itâs not me.â
The detective leans back, his expression hardening. He closes the folder and taps it lightly against the table before standing up. âIâve heard it all before. Youâre looking at serious charges here, Ms. L/N. You might want to think about your next steps carefully.â
As he leaves the room, the door shuts with a heavy click, leaving you alone once again. You drop your head into your hands, your heart pounding so hard it feels like it might burst out of your chest.
How did this happen? Who could possibly want to destroy you like this? The questions whirl through your mind, but there are no answers. You take a deep breath, reminding yourself of what you know to be true. Youâve done nothing wrong. You just need to hold on, stay strong, and prove your innocence.
A knock sounds at the door, and it opens again. This time, itâs a different officerâone who escorts you back to a holding cell. Theyâve told you a lawyer is on the way, and that thought alone keeps you from unraveling completely.
You pray that itâs San. Heâll know what to do. Heâll fight for you. But even as you cling to that hope, the uncertainty gnaws at you. Youâve never felt so powerless in your life.
San steps out of the courtroom, the echo of his clientâs relieved voice still ringing in his ears. He had just secured another victoryâan ironclad defense that left the opposition scrambling. His confidence is high as he buttons his suit jacket, his mind already shifting to the next case on his docket.
Just as heâs about to push through the heavy glass doors of the courthouse, his phone buzzes in his pocket. Glancing down, he sees Hongjoongâs name flashing on the screen. He frowns slightly, knowing Hongjoong was out of the city at the moment, but he swipes to answer.
"Hongjoong hyung," San answers in a cheerful tone, "Youâre catching me right after a big win. Whatâs up?"
Thereâs a brief pause on the other end, and when Hongjoong speaks, his voice is tight, serious. âSan, weâve got a really fucked up situation. Itâs about Y/N.â
Sanâs heart skips a beat at the mention of your name. His hand tightens around his phone, and the world around him seems to blur for a moment.
âWhat happened? Is she okay?â San asks, concern evident in his voice.
"No. Sheâs not. She was arrested earlier today," Hongjoong says grimly. "I just spoke to her father. Her parents aren't going to see her until this mess is sorted out. She has basically no one to support her now other than us."
San stops dead in his tracks, his stomach plummeting. People brush past him in the courthouse lobby, but heâs completely still, his mind racing. âArrested? For what?â
âDrug possession and distribution. The police found drugs in her car, but itâs clear sheâs been framed. Itâs all over the news nowâphotos, headlines, everything. Iâm in Gwangju meeting with some clients now as you know, and I canât get back to Seoul until tomorrow morning. I need you to handle this for me. I thought of representing her myself, but she needs an attorney as soon as possible. Please represent her.â
Sanâs chest tightens with a mix of disbelief and anger. He can already see how this might play outâthe media will have a field day, and your reputation will be dragged through the mud. âOf course, Iâll handle it. Iâll go to the station right away.â
Thereâs another pause, this time longer. San can almost hear Hongjoongâs hesitation through the phone. âI trust you with this, San. I know youâll fight for her like I would⊠maybe more.â
Sanâs breath catches. He stares at the floor for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts. âWhat are you getting at, hyung?â
Hongjoongâs tone shifts, a little lighter despite the gravity of the situation. âI know how you feel about her, she's like a sister to me. Iâve known for a while now, Sannie. You care about her, and not just as her attorney.â
Sanâs mind reels. Heâs always kept his feelings for you carefully hidden, even from Hongjoong. But itâs clear now that his friend has seen through him âItâs not something I planned, hyung.â
"I didnât say you did," he says gently, "but maybe this is a chance to show her how much you care. Not as an attorney, but as someone whoâs willing to stand by her through the worst of it."
San runs a hand through his hair, conflicted. His stronger feelings for you have always lingered just beneath the surface, a quiet undercurrent to the professional relationship youâve shared during your divorce proceedings. But now, as youâre facing this crisis, he knows those feelings are about to come to the forefront, whether heâs ready or not.
It's not like you don't know of his feelings after sharing a steamy kiss on his bed. You just didn't know that his feelings for you were stronger than what he showed.
âRight now, Iâm her attorney. Thatâs what matters. Iâll get her out of this mess first,â San says in a firm tone.
Hongjoong chuckles softly, âYouâre a good man, San. Iâm glad she has you in her corner. Iâll be back tomorrow to help however I can, but for now, please take care of her. And be carefulâthe mediaâs already circling like vultures.â
San nods, even though Hongjoong canât see him. His mind is already spinning with what needs to be done: pulling strings, calling in favors, and working to get you released as soon as possible. But beneath all that, a deeper urgency thrums inside himâan overwhelming need to protect you, to be there for you, not just as an attorney but as someone who deeply cares about you.
âDonât worry, Hongjoong hyung. I wonât let her down.â
Hongjoong hums. âI know you wonât. Keep me updated, and Iâll be there first thing tomorrow.â
The call ends, and San slips his phone back into his pocket. He stands there for a moment, staring blankly at the glass doors in front of him. His pulse quickens, and he shakes off the lingering shock. You need him now more than ever, and thereâs no time to waste.
He steps outside into the late afternoon sun, his mind already focused on his next move. As much as this case will test him professionally, San knows it will also test him personally. And for you, heâs willing to face whatever comes next.
With determination in his step, San gets into his car, heading straight for the police station. Thereâs no way heâll let you go through this alone.
You sit on a hard bench in the holding area, your hands clasped tightly together, the events of the last few hours playing over and over in your mind like a bad dream. You still canât wrap your head around it. Arrested. Framed. And now, sitting here, waiting for somethingâanythingâthat will prove your innocence.
The door to the holding area swings open, and you look up instinctively, hope sparking in your chest.
And then you see himâ Choi San.
His maroon suit jacket is slightly wrinkled from his hurried movements, his face a mix of worry and determination as he strides toward you.
For a moment, you canât move, your breath catching in your throat. Relief floods through you as he approaches, his eyes softening as they meet yours.
San frowns, yet his expression was gentle. âY/NâŠâ
He kneels down in front of you, his presence grounding you in this moment, even though your world feels like itâs spinning out of control. His voice is low, calm, and it soothes the chaotic mess of your thoughts.
"San⊠I didnât do this. I swear," you say in a trembling voice. "I donât know howâ"
He holds up a hand, his expression steady and resolute. âI know. I believe you, sweetheart.â
The simple statement, spoken with such certainty, nearly undoes you. Youâve been holding yourself together, refusing to cry, refusing to breakâbut the sheer relief of having someone believe you shakes you to your core. You take a deep breath, blinking back the tears that have been threatening to spill over.
âI donât understand how this happened. Who would do this to me?â you mumble.
San glances around the room, ensuring no one else is too close, before leaning in slightly, his voice quieter but still firm. âThatâs what weâre going to find out. But first, Iâm getting you out of here. Iâve already spoken with the officers. Thereâs not enough evidence to support holding you overnight. Youâll be out soon, and weâll start working on clearing your name.â
His confidence eases the tight knot of fear that has been sitting in your chest since the moment you were arrested. You nod slowly, feeling a flicker of hope. San has always been calm under pressure, and now, in the face of this disaster, his calm feels like a lifeline.
âThank you, San. I donât know what Iâd do without you.â
San smiles a little, his eyes never leaving yours. For a moment, something unreadable flickers in his gazeâsomething deeper than just professional obligation. He stands, offering you his hand to help you up. âYou donât have to go through this alone, Y/N. Iâll be by your side every step of the way.â
You take his hand, letting him pull you up from the bench. For a moment, you just stand there, the weight of the day pressing down on you, but Sanâs hand in yours keeps you steady.
Just as he promised, within the next hour, he navigates the process with the officers, and the paperwork is completed. Youâre released, but the gravity of the situation still hangs over you like a storm cloud.
As you step out into the cold evening air, San walks beside you, his hand hovering near your back, a silent but steady presence. The flashing lights of a few reportersâ cameras catch your eye, and your stomach churns with dread. The story is already out there, and now itâs not just the legal system you have to worry aboutâitâs the court of public opinion.
San leans in to whisper in your ear, âIgnore them. They donât matter right now.â
You nod, swallowing the rising anxiety as you step toward Sanâs car, slipping into the passenger seat. Once youâre both inside, the weight of the day crashes down on you all at once.
San glances over at you as he starts the car, his voice gentle. âWeâll figure this out, Y/N. I promise.â
His words are meant to comfort, but you can hear the determination behind them. You trust himâmore than anyone right nowâand that trust is the only thing keeping you from falling apart completely.
"Can we... go to your place, please?" you say, voice barely above a whisper.
"Of course we can," San answers with a smile, his dimples showing.
The car pulls away from the station, the city lights blurring by outside the window. You donât know what comes next, but with San by your side, you feel like maybeâjust maybeâyouâll be able to get through this.
The exhaustion catches up to you and you fall asleep in San's car.
Once San parks in his designated spot, he's quick to put a face mask on you to ensure no one recognizes you while he takes you to his place. You were still deep asleep with a frown on your face, so San resorted to carrying you bridal-style to his apartment.
He tried to be very slow while placing you down on the bed in the guestroom, but the movement stirred you awake. When you open your eyes, San's face is just inches away from yours.
You sit up straight and hug him, the teers falling freely now. He warmly embraces you, telling you words of encouragement and how he'll be with you through it all.
While your sobs quieted down, San pulls away to look at you. "I'll make us some dinner, hmm? I'll take about half an hour. Is that okay?" he asks sweetly, his thumbs reaching to brush your tears away.
"Can I... be in the kitchen with you? I don't want to be alone," you murmur.
San leans in to place a gentle kiss on your forehead. "Of course, sweetheart. You don't even have to ask." You smile lightly, your heart racing in a good way this time.
"Let's go now, hmm? I plan to make your favorite side-dishes!"
The courthouse is bustling with activity as people file in and out of courtrooms, their footsteps echoing off the marble floors. You sit beside San on a wooden bench outside the courtroom, waiting for your case to be called. Youâre dressed professionally, trying to project the calm confidence that comes naturally to you in the boardroom, though inside youâre anything but calm.
Your heart pounds in your chest, and you feel the weight of every glance thrown your way by people passing by. The gravity of the situation is suffocating, but Sanâs steady presence beside you keeps you grounded. He hasnât left your side since this nightmare began, and for that, youâre grateful.
San leans closer, his voice low and reassuring, âRemember, this is just the arraignment. Theyâll present the charges, and Iâll enter a plea on your behalf. After that, weâll have time to prepare for the real battle. Stay calm, and let me do the talking.â
You nod, drawing a deep breath and trying to steady your nerves. San gives you a small, encouraging smile before standing as your case is called.
âThe People versus Y/N L/N.â The bailiff calls out.
The words send a jolt through you, but you rise to your feet, following San into the courtroom. As you walk down the aisle, you catch sight of a few reporters lurking in the back rows, their cameras trained on you. It takes everything in you to keep your head high and your expression neutral as you approach the defense table.
The judge, a stern older woman with sharp eyes, sits at the bench, looking down over the courtroom. The prosecutor stands across from you, a tall man with a stack of folders in front of him, looking all too confident.
The judge glances at the paperwork in front of her. âThis is the arraignment for Y/N L/N. Letâs proceed.â
The prosecutor steps forward first, clearing his throat. âYour Honor, the defendant has been charged with illegal possession of narcotics and distribution of a controlled substance. Given the amount found and the nature of the charges, the prosecution believes there is sufficient evidence to proceed with the case.â
The words hang in the air like a death sentence, but you stay quiet, your hands clasped tightly in your lap. You glance at San, who remains calm and collected, his focus razor-sharp. He rises to address the court, his voice steady.
"Your Honor," San starts, voice firm, "my client pleads not guilty to all charges."
The judge nods, making notes as San continues, his tone professional but determined. "We would also like to request that Ms. L/N remain free on bail while we prepare our defense. My client has fully cooperated with the investigation thus far and has strong ties to the community. She is not a flight risk, nor is she a danger to the public."
The prosecutor steps forward again, shaking his head. âYour Honor, given the severity of the charges, we believe that bail should be revoked. The defendant was found in possession of a substantial quantity of illegal narcotics. In fact, the police were in search of individuals tied to the distribution of this very drug. We consider her a significant flight risk, particularly given her financial resources.â
You swallow hard, anxiety tightening in your chest as the prosecutor speaks. Youâve never felt so vulnerable, so exposed. Sanâs hand brushes yours under the table, a small but comforting gesture, and you glance at him. His expression is calm, though his eyes flash with determination.
San stands up again. âYour Honor, my client is a respected CEO, one that is dearly loved by her employees, and has no prior criminal record. She has been falsely accused and fully intends to clear her name. She has no intention of fleeing and will cooperate with any conditions the court deems appropriate.â
The judge taps her pen against her desk thoughtfully before looking up. âGiven the circumstances and the defendantâs lack of prior offenses, I will allow Ms. L/N to remain free on bail, provided she adheres to strict conditions. She will surrender her passport and be subject to regular check-ins with law enforcement. Any violation of these conditions will result in immediate incarceration.â
Relief washes over you, though itâs tempered by the reality that this is just the beginning. San nods respectfully to the judge, and you follow suit, standing as the judge dismisses the court.
As you turn to leave, you feel the weight of the reportersâ eyes on you once again. The camera flashes, the whispersâit all threatens to swallow you whole. But San places a reassuring hand on the small of your back as you walk out of the courtroom together, his presence steady and unwavering.
Outside, the fresh air hits you like a lifeline, and you take a deep breath, feeling some of the tension leave your body.
âYou did great in there,â San says.
You give him a weak smile, though the anxiety still churns inside you. The legal battle is just beginning, and the road ahead looks long and treacherous.
âThank you, San. For everything.â
He glances down at you, something soft and unspoken in his eyes, before giving you a nod.
âWeâll get through this. I promise,â he assures you.
With those words, you both walk toward his car, the future uncertain but no longer quite as overwhelming. You trust him, and for now, thatâs enough.
2 days later
The rich, dark wood of Hongjoongâs office and the soft leather chairs normally evoke a sense of calm professionalism, but today the air is thick with tension.
You sit at the large table in the corner of his office, San beside you, his expression serious and focused. Across from you is Hongjoong, his brow furrowed in concentration, and to his right is Yeosang, a lawyer specialized in criminal law whom Hongjoong had brought in to help navigate this tangled mess.
Yeosang leans forward, flipping through the files spread out on the table, his sharp eyes scanning the details of your case with practiced ease. He seemed to be in deep thought. âWeâre dealing with someone who knows what theyâre doing. The drugs were placed in a high-traffic areaâyour carâand, more importantly, they had your fingerprints on them. It was deliberate for sure.â
You lean back in your chair, frustration and disbelief bubbling beneath your surface composure. âBut how? How did they even get my fingerprints on the bags? Iâve never touched drugs in my life.â
Yeosang looks up at you, his expression calm and reassuring, though his mind is clearly racing through possibilities. âItâs not impossible to get your fingerprints on something without your knowledge. It couldâve been as simple as someone using an item of yoursâa glass, a piece of paper, even a surface you touchedâand transferring the prints to the bags. Itâs not common, but itâs doable with the right resources.â
Sanâs hand tightens slightly on the table beside you, his jaw clenched. His eyes are sharp, focused on the bigger picture. âThis wasnât some random setup. Someone orchestrated this carefully. They knew exactly what they were doing. The question isâwho benefits from framing Y/N?â
A heavy silence settles over the room as everyone exchanges glances. The answer hovers in the air, unspoken but undeniable.
âIt has to be Jaeyoon,â Hongjoong voices out grimly.
You nod, the name sitting like a stone in your gut. The thought had crossed your mind more than once since this all startedâyour soon-to-be legally ex-husband, vindictive and controlling, would have the motive and the resources to pull something like this off. But even knowing that doesnât make it any easier to accept.
âHeâs been desperate to stop the divorce, but I refused to back down. He knows heâs losing his grip on me, and his familyâs connections⊠theyâd give him access to people who could do this.â
Hongjoong nods, his expression hardening with a protective edge. Heâs known you and Jaeyoon long enough to have seen the warning signs, even if it took time for you to accept them yourself. âIf Jaeyoonâs behind this, heâs playing a dangerous game. But we need proof. Right now, itâs all speculation.â
Yeosang taps his fingers lightly against the folder in front of him, deep in thought. âWeâll need to dig into Jaeyoonâs connections, his finances, and any third-party contacts he may have used. If we can find a trailâpayments to people who couldâve planted the drugs, any suspicious transactionsâwe can start to build a case. Of course, we can't do that without a court order, so we would somehow have to bring him up to the court to be able to access his finances.â
San sits up straighter, his focus laser-sharp. âSpeaking of finances, we went over Y/Nâs financial records. Theyâre cleanâno suspicious activity, no unexplained deposits or withdrawals. Whoeverâs doing this wants to make it look like sheâs running the operation without leaving any financial trail.â
Yeosang nods, impressed but not surprised. âThatâs important. It gives us a baseline to work fromâif there were any dirty money moving through your accounts, it would be much harder to prove your innocence.â
You feel a small sense of relief at that. At least that part of your life is still intact. But then the anxiety returns as the enormity of the situation sinks in. âSo⊠what now? How do we prove that it wasnât me?â
Yeosang leans forward again, his tone reassuring. âWe focus on the weak points in their setup. The planted drugs, the lack of a financial trail, and the circumstantial nature of the evidence. We need to show the court that thereâs reasonable doubtâand if we can link it back to Jaeyoon, weâll turn this whole thing around.â
Hongjoong looks at you, his eyes softening slightly. âWeâll figure this out, Y/N. We just need to be smart about it. Weâll start looking into Jaeyoonâs connections and anything we can do legally without a court order. There has to be somethingâsomeone who can tie this back to him.â
San speaks up, his voice resolute. âIâll coordinate with investigators and see what we can find. But we also need to be prepared for whatever Jaeyoon throws our way. Heâs not going to back down easily if we were to bring him to court.â
You nod, your mind spinning with everything thatâs been said. The pieces are slowly starting to come together, but thereâs still so much uncertaintyâso much at stake. Youâve always prided yourself on being strong, on keeping control of your life and your business, but now you feel like youâre navigating a minefield where every step could lead to disaster.
San looks at you, his gaze steady and unwavering. âYou wonât be fighting alone. Weâve got your back.â You nod at him, a smile playing on your lips.
The room falls silent again, but this time thereâs a sense of unityâof resolve. Youâre facing an uphill battle, but you know youâre not facing it alone.
The door opened, and Jonghoâ an intern under Sanâ stepped in, followed by your secretary, Yena. Their expressions were serious, and you immediately sensed that they had uncovered something important. Your pulse quickened as you turned to face them.
"I'm sorry to interrupt," Jongho began, his voice careful and respectful, "but we found something that might be really important."
Yena stood next to him, her eyes flicking to yours. âWe were reviewing the security footage from the office building, particularly your office since I'm the only one that has access besides you. We were checking to see if there was anything unusual that could explain how this whole situation began. And⊠well, something stood out.â
Jongho pulled out a tablet from the folder he was carrying and moved toward the table. Everyone in the room leaned in, curiosity and hope sparking through the air. San's focus sharpened as Jongho tapped the screen, pulling up the relevant footage.
âWe found this clip,â Jongho explained, âIt was taken the day before the police discovered the drugs. It shows an employee bringing two cream-colored bags to your officeâbags with wood samples inside.â
You leaned closer to the screen, watching the semi-grainy security footage play out. There you were, sitting at your desk, while one of the employees approached, two nondescript bags in hand. At first, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. You accepted the bag, placed it on the desk, and resumed your work.
But then your eyes caught something unusual.
âHeâs wearing gloves,â you muttered, the realization hitting you like a punch to the gut.
"Exactly," Jongho replied, his voice low but confident. "Thatâs what caught our attention. Wearing sterile gloves to deliver wood samples? Thatâs not standard."
Yeosang leaned forward, eyes narrowing as he focused on the details of the footage. "Itâs certainly not typical. Most people donât wear gloves unless theyâre handling something delicate, hazardous, or⊠they donât want their fingerprints on it."
San clenched his jaw beside you, his hand resting on the table as he processed the implications. "Who is this employee?" he asked Jongho and Yena, though his gaze stayed fixed on the screen.
Yena stepped forward. "Iâve seen him beforeâhe works in logistics, occasionally helping with deliveries. I believe his name is Jang Yohan. But Iâve never seen him wear gloves like that. I didnât think anything of it at the time, but now⊠it feels off."
"It wasnât just wood samples in that bag, was it?" you asked quietly, almost to yourself. The thought left a bitter taste in your mouth. "Thatâs how they did it. Whoever set me up had him plant the drugs in that bagâwearing gloves to avoid leaving his prints. My fingerprints are the only ones that would be found on it."
Yeosang leaned back in his chair, his mind clearly running through the possibilities. "It makes sense. They were carefulâcalculated. The gloves are the giveaway. Itâs likely whoever hired him instructed him to use them for this exact reason."
San handed the tablet back to Jongho, a grim determination settling over his face. "This is exactly what we need to create doubt in the prosecutionâs case," he said, his voice strong. "It doesnât clear Y/N yet, but it raises serious questions about how the drugs ended up in her possession."
Hongjoong, who had been pacing while the video played, finally stopped to look at you. His eyes were intense but filled with that familiar protective instinct. "We need to trace this back to whoever orchestrated it," he said firmly. "If itâs Jaeyoon, we need proof. We need to dig into his finances, find out if he paid anyone off, and see who this employee is connected to. Itâs the only way weâll be able to prove that Y/N was framed."
You nodded, your heart hammering in your chest. A glimmer of hope began to break through the fog of anxiety. "Thank you," you said quietly to Jongho and Yena. "This could be the key weâve been looking for."
Jongho offered a small, reassuring smile. "Weâll keep digging. There has to be more."
As they exited the room, the weight of the situation seemed a little lighter. You glanced at San, who was already gathering his thoughts for the next steps.
"This changes everything," he said softly, though there was an edge of fire in his voice. "Weâre going to prove your innocence, Y/N. Whoeverâs behind this isnât going to get away with it."
For the first time in days, you felt a small measure of hope. It was far from over, but now you had something to fight withâa direction to move in.
The video footage had given you something solidâsomething that could cast doubt on the charges against you. Yet, the deeper question still gnawed at you: who was behind it all? Jaeyoon?
Hongjoong was already pacing again, his mind clearly racing, when he stopped abruptly and turned to you, San, and Yeosang.
âY/N,â Hongjoong said, his voice sharper with a sudden realization. âThat employeeâthe one who handed you the bag with the wood samples. What exactly did he say when he gave it to you?â
You frowned, trying to recall the details of that day. "He said he would come back later to collect the bag after Iâd reviewed the samples. I didnât think much of it at the timeâjust normal procedure."
Hongjoongâs eyes narrowed thoughtfully. âAnd did he ever come back to get it?â
You nod your head. âYes, I had it sitting on my desk to review it later as there was ample time before the deadline to approve it. He took it while I wasn't there. If I remember correctly, he told Yena that he mixed up the samples.â
Sanâs gaze snapped toward Hongjoong, who looked deep in thought. Slowly, Hongjoong walked back to his desk, picking up a photo that had been part of the evidence submitted by the prosecution. It was a picture of the drugs found in your carâspecifically, the bags they had been placed in.
He stared at the picture for a long moment before grabbing a pen from his desk. Without a word, he drew a line across the image, right above a very noticeable purple mark on the bag. Then, he turned back to you.
âWhen you received the bag of wood samples,â Hongjoong began slowly, âdid you notice anything unusual about it?â
Your mind raced back to that moment. It had been a normal day, and you were preoccupied with your work. But now, with the intensity of everything, you tried to remember.
âThere was⊠a mark on one of the bags,â you said, furrowing your brow as the memory came into focus. âA black or purple ink mark.â
Hongjoong nodded, lifting the photograph up to eye level. "Look closely at this pictureâthe one of the drugs found in your car."
You leaned in, your eyes scanning the photo until they settled on the same purple mark that youâd just remembered. Your breath caught in your throat as the pieces began to fall into place.
âItâs the same bag,â San said, his voice tight with realization. âThe exact same bag we see in the footage.â
Hongjoong nodded, his expression grim. âThat employee came back for the bag because he wanted to switch out the wood samples for the drugs. The purple mark connects the bag found in your car with the one you were given in the office.â
Yeosang leaned forward, his fingers drumming against the table as his sharp mind began piecing it together. âThis means whoever set this up planned it meticulously. They planted the drugs in the same bag that youâd innocently handled with the wood samples, ensuring your fingerprints were on it. When the police found it, thereâd be no questionâit would appear like youâd been in possession of it the entire time.â
You sank back in your chair, a mix of anger and disbelief coursing through you. âThis was all calculated,â you murmured. âThey knew exactly what they were doing.â
Sanâs face hardened, a new determination sparking in his eyes. "We have a direct link now. This bag connects the planted drugs to the employee who handed it to you. Itâs evidence that can start to unravel their case against you."
Hongjoong crossed his arms, the gears of his mind turning. âIf we can find out who this employee is connected to, weâll have the leverage we need. Iâm willing to bet everything that Jaeyoon is involved. We just need to follow the trail.â
Yeosang nodded in agreement. âThe bag, the gloves, the purple mark... itâs all pointing toward a deliberate setup. We just need to dig deeper into the employeeâs background, see whoâs pulling the strings.â
San turned to you, his expression softer now but no less serious. "Weâre getting closer, Y/N. This is the break we needed."
You met his gaze, feeling a flicker of hope return. It wasnât over yetânot by a long shotâbut with this new piece of evidence, you were finally beginning to see a way through the darkness.
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2 weeks later
The courtroom was quieter this time, but the tension was even more palpable than before. You sat beside San at the defense table, your fingers gripping the edge of the chair. Across the aisle, the prosecutor shuffled through his papers, confident as ever. The employeeâthe one who had handed you the bags. Jang Yohanâwas sitting at the witness stand, his eyes darting nervously around the room.
San was focused, calm, but you could feel the intensity radiating from him as he prepared to question the witness. Hongjoong sat a few rows behind you, his presence reassuring as always, while Yeosang was absent, working on other elements of the case. This was a critical moment, and everyone knew it.
The judge entered, and the room stood in unison. After the usual formalities, the hearing began. The prosecutor wasted no time presenting the case, confidently restating that the evidence was clear: you had been found in possession of illegal narcotics, your fingerprints were on the bags, and the prosecution would show that you were guilty of the charges.
Then it was time for San to present your defense. He stood slowly, his movements deliberate as he approached the judge.
"Your Honor," San began, his voice steady and commanding, "new evidence has come to light since our last hearing, which I believe will cast significant doubt on the charges against my client. We have footage that shows my client receiving the bags containing the drugs, but thereâs more to it than that."
You couldn't help but find San extremely attractive. The way he carries himself, the way he speaks... focus, Y/N.
The judgeâs eyes sharpened with interest. "Proceed, Mr. Choi."
San gestured toward the screen where the footage would be displayed. As the security video played, the room grew silent. You could see yourself sitting at your desk, accepting the bag from the employee. Everyone watched intently as the employee, conspicuously wearing sterile gloves, handed the bags over with care.
After the footage ended, San spoke again. "As you can see, the employee, Mr. Jang here, who delivered the bag at that time was wearing gloves. We found this suspicious, and upon further investigation, we discovered that the bag in questionâboth the one delivered in my clientâs office and the one found in her carâhas a unique identifying mark."
San held up a printed image of the bag, with the purple ink mark circled clearly in the photograph. "This very evident purple mark is present on both the bag from the footage and the one seized by the police. My clientâs fingerprints were found on the bag because she handled it while inspecting wood samples," San explained. "We believe that Mr. Jang, under instruction, delivered the bag intentionally so that Ms. L/N's fingerprints would easily be all over it. We also have the footage of Mr. Jang coming back to Ms. L/N's office to get the bags hours later, wearing sterile gloves yet again. Additionally, a large chunk of footage was deleted from multiple viewpoints around the office building the same day Ms. L/N received the wood samples. The footage from Ms. L/N's office can only be accessed by Ms. L/N herself and her secretary."
The judge leaned forward, her eyes on the witness stand where the employee sat, clearly uncomfortable. "So youâre suggesting this employee, Mr. Jang, was complicit in planting the drugs, Mr. Choi?"
San nodded. "Yes, Your Honor. And we intend to prove it."
The judge turned her attention to the prosecutor, who frowned but nodded for the employee to be questioned.
San approached the witness stand, his gaze locking onto Mr. Jang, who was already shifting nervously in his seat. He started with a calm but pointed question. "Can you explain why you were wearing gloves when delivering the bag?"
Mr. Jang hesitated, his eyes flicking toward the prosecutor for support before returning to San. "IâI donât really remember," he stammered. "It was a normal delivery."
San didnât let up. "Is it normal for you to wear hospital-grade sterile gloves when handling wood samples that are already placed in a bag?"
Mr. Jangâs face flushed. "Not usually, no."
"Yet, on this particular occasion, you chose to wear gloves?" San pressed.
Jang Yohan fidgeted, clearly uncomfortable with the scrutiny. "I guess Iâuh, I wasnât thinking."
Sanâs expression remained cool as he continued. "Or were you instructed to wear them? Were you told to ensure your fingerprints werenât left on the bag?"
His eyes widened, and you could see the panic starting to set in. "No, I wasnât instructedâ"
"Then how do you explain the purple mark on the bag?" San cut him off smoothly, pulling out another image of the bag found in your car, the mark clearly visible in both photos. "This is the same bag you delivered to my client, isnât it?"
His lips pressed into a thin line. He glanced at the prosecutor again, but this time the prosecutor remained silent. His hesitation only deepened the growing suspicion in the room. "I donât know," he muttered, avoiding eye contact.
San stepped closer, his tone still measured but carrying a steely edge. "You donât know? Or you donât want to say? Who instructed you to plant those drugs in Ms. L/Nâs possession?"
The room was dead silent as everyone waited for his answer. The employeeâs hands fidgeted in his lap, beads of sweat forming on his brow. After a long pause, he finally spoke, his voice barely a whisper. "No one⊠no one told me to plant anything." You inwardly sigh in utter frustration.
San took a step back, giving the employee a moment to breathe, but his eyes never left the manâs face. "You realize perjury is a serious crime, donât you?"
He swallowed hard, his Adamâs apple bobbing as he did. "Yes⊠yes, I know."
San nodded once, satisfied for now. He turned back to the judge. "Your Honor, this manâs refusal to provide a clear explanation, combined with the evidence of the identical bags and the suspicious nature of his actions, strongly suggests that someone instructed him to plant the drugs in Ms. L/Nâs possession. We will continue to investigate this matter, but we believe this evidence raises significant doubt about my clientâs involvement."
The judge glanced from San to the employee, her expression unreadable. "Mr. Choi, I agree that the evidence raises questions. We will continue to allow further investigation into this matter, but for now, we will adjourn until the next scheduled hearing. The court is dismissed."
You felt a small wave of relief wash over you as you heard the sound of the gavel. The case wasnât over, not by a long shot, but you could see that San had managed to shift the momentum in your favor. As the courtroom slowly emptied, you turned to San, gratitude and hope mixing in your chest.
"Thank you," you whispered, knowing full well that without him, the situation would have looked far bleaker.
San gave you a small, reassuring smile. "Weâre getting there, Y/N. Step by step."
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2 days later
The café was quiet, the low hum of conversation and the clinking of coffee cups providing a subtle background noise. San and his bestfriend Wooyoung, a corporate lawyer, sat at a corner table, their eyes scanning the room as they waited.
Wooyoung adjusted his jacket casually, the tiny recording device hidden within the fabric. He leaned back in his chair, his expression calm and collected, while San checked the time on his phone.
A few minutes later, the cafĂ© door swung open, and the employee, Mr. Jang Yohanânervous, disheveled, and clearly rattled from the last court hearingâstepped inside. His eyes darted around anxiously before they landed on San and Wooyoung. With a deep breath, he approached the table, his steps hesitant.
"Mr. Choi," he greeted San with a shaky voice, "you wanted to speak with me?"
San nodded, gesturing to the chair across from him. "Yes, have a seat."
Jang Yohan glanced around once more before sitting down, his hands fidgeting on the table. Wooyoung remained silent, observing the man carefully, his expression unreadable.
San wasted no time. He leaned forward slightly, his voice calm but firm. "We know youâre involved in framing Y/N, but what we need now is the full story. Who ordered you to plant the drugs in her car?"
The employee swallowed hard, clearly nervous. His gaze shifted to Wooyoung, who gave him a polite but unreadable smile. The pressure was mounting, and it was clear that the employee was caught between fear and guilt.
"IâI've told you, no one ordered me to do anything," he stammered, his voice trembling.
Wooyoung, sensing the employeeâs hesitation, leaned forward, his tone friendly but sharp. "Look, weâre not here to ruin your life. But if you donât come clean, this is going to end badly for you. You donât want to be the fall guy in this mess, do you?"
Jang Yohan blinked, his hands shaking slightly as he looked down at the table. His shoulders slumped under the weight of the situation.
"I⊠I was just following orders," he whispered finally, his voice barely audible.
San exchanged a quick glance with Wooyoung, sensing that they were finally breaking through.
"Whose orders?" San asked, his tone measured, giving the man space to speak without pressure.
He hesitated, his fingers tapping nervously on the table. He glanced around again, clearly afraid of being overheard. Wooyoung remained calm, his hand resting casually on the table, the recording device capturing every word.
"It was⊠Ms. L/N's mother-in-law," the employee said, his voice shaking. "She⊠she approached me. She told me to place the drugs in Y/Nâs car. She said it was the only way to stop the divorce and protect their family. She said she would have my kids expelled from their schools if I didn't listen. She also paid me off, and IâI didnât know what else to do... I worked very hard to put my two children in a decent school, and one of them in guitar lessons."
The air around the table seemed to freeze as the words hung there. Sanâs expression didnât change, but inside, a surge of anger and determination flared. This was the confirmation they needed.
"Jaeyoonâs mother, Mrs. Baek," San repeated, his voice carefully controlled. "She orchestrated all of this?"
Jang Yohan nodded quickly, looking down at his lap as if ashamed of his role. "Yes. She said her son told her there were no security camera's in Ms. L/N's office so there was no way I would get caught. They told me to delete the other footage of me moving about the building. I never wanted to do this."
Wooyoung leaned back slightly, giving the employee a sympathetic look. "And now, here you are, being dragged into a legal mess that could ruin your life."
He nodded, his face pale. "I didnât know it would go this far. I just⊠I just did what she asked. I was scared of my kids' lives getting ruined."
San leaned back as well, keeping his expression neutral. "Well, youâve just confessed to a crime. But hereâs the thingâweâre willing to help you. If you cooperate with us, we can protect you and get you out of this. Your kids will not be affected in any way. But youâll need to testify in court. Youâll need to tell the truth."
Jang Yohan looked up, his eyes wide with fear but also relief. "Youâll⊠youâll help me?"
Wooyoung nodded, offering a small smile. "Weâll make sure youâre protected. But you have to stick to the truth, no matter what happens."
He nodded quickly, looking like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. "Iâll do it. Iâll tell the truth. I donât want any more trouble. I just want a good life for my kids."
San and Wooyoung stood up, the deal made. As they left the café, Wooyoung adjusted his jacket again, the recording safely stored. The confession was all there, captured and ready to be used in court.
As they walked toward the car, San turned to Wooyoung, his expression relieved but still serious. "That was risky, but it worked."
Wooyoung grinned, patting his jacket lightly. "Sometimes a little pressure does wonders."
San nodded, his mind already moving to the next steps. This was the turning point they needed. The truth was finally coming to light, and now, with the employeeâs confession and the evidence in hand, they could start dismantling the case against you.
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1 week later
The courtroom buzzed with anticipation as people filled the seats, journalists whispering to one another and spectators craning their necks to get a better view of the proceedings.
You sat beside San, your pulse racing as you watched the judge take her seat. This was itâthe moment where everything could finally come to light. San had been relentless, and now the confession that could clear your name was about to be delivered.
The employee who had played such a pivotal role in your framing sat nervously at the witness stand, fidgeting as the prosecutor paced in front of him. Across the room, you could see the prosecutorâs frustrationâthis wasnât going to go the way they had hoped. San, calm and composed as ever, sat back in his chair, waiting for his moment.
After the preliminary questions from the prosecution, it was Sanâs turn. He stood up, buttoning his jacket before walking toward the witness stand, his presence commanding the room. Jang Yohan avoided eye contact, clearly uneasy but ready to confess what he had done.
San didnât waste any time. He stopped directly in front of the witness stand and addressed the employee with a calm, measured voice. "Youâve already testified that you were the one who delivered the bag to Ms. L/N. Now, I want you to tell this court exactly what you told me. Who ordered you to place the drugs in her car?"
The courtroom fell silent, every eye on the employee. He glanced nervously toward the prosecutor before finally speaking.
"It was Mrs. Baek, Ms. L/N's mother-in-law," the employee admitted, his voice trembling. "She told me to do it. She⊠she said it was to stop the divorce, that if I didnât help, her family would be ruined. She threatened to have my kids expelled from their school, and she paid me a lot of money, too."
Gasps rippled through the courtroom, and the judge raised a brow in interest. San continued, his expression neutral but firm.
"So, Ms. L/N's soon-to-be ex-husband's mother orchestrated the entire plan to frame Ms. L/N for drug possession and distribution?" San asked, his voice steady.
The employee nodded, his face pale. "Yes. She paid me to plant the drugs in Ms. L/N's car. I didnât want to, but she⊠she said I had no choice. She promised I wouldnât get in trouble if I helped her."
San turned to the judge, his tone shifting to one of firm conviction. "Your Honor, this confession clearly establishes that my client has been framed by her ex-in-law's family. This entire case against Ms. L/N has been a deliberate attempt to discredit her and force her into submission."
The judgeâs gaze moved from San to the prosecutor, who looked visibly shaken by the turn of events. The entire courtroom felt the weight of what had just been revealed.
"I request," San continued, his voice growing stronger, "that the court issue a subpoena for the financial records of Mr. Baek Jaeyoonâs family. If this court examines their transactions, I am confident we will find evidence of payments made to individualsâperhaps even this very employeeâproving that this was a calculated scheme to frame my client."
The judge looked thoughtful, leaning back in her chair. She glanced at the prosecutor, who was still recovering from the bombshell of the confession.
The prosecutor rose, clearly scrambling for control. "Your Honor, while the testimony is damning, we must be cautious about making broad accusations without hard evidence. There is no direct proof connecting the Baek family finances to any payments made in relation to this case."
San didnât miss a beat. "That is precisely why Iâm requesting access to their financial records. We have the employeeâs confession, and now we need to follow the money trail. If Baek Jaeyoonâs mother orchestrated this, the payments will be there. This court needs to see the full picture before passing any judgment on my client."
The judge tapped her fingers lightly on the bench, her eyes shifting between the prosecutor and San. After a long moment, she spoke.
"Mr. Choiâs argument is compelling. Given the testimony weâve just heard, I am inclined to allow the request for a financial investigation into the Baek family. The court will issue a subpoena for the necessary records, and a thorough examination will be conducted."
You exhaled a breath you hadnât realized youâd been holding. The tension in the room eased slightly, but the stakes remained high. The judge nodded toward San, signaling that he had the floor.
"I also request, Your Honor," San added, "that the charges against Ms. L/N be dropped while pending the results of this investigation. With this new testimony, there is significant doubt about her involvement, and keeping her under suspicion serves no purpose."
The judge paused again, thinking it over, then turned back to the prosecutor. "Does the prosecution wish to oppose this request?"
The prosecutor, still reeling from the confession, reluctantly shook his head. "No, Your Honor. We will await the results of the investigation."
With a sharp rap of the gavel, the judge made her decision. "The court grants the request for a financial investigation into the Baek family and suspends the charges against Ms. L/N pending the outcome. This hearing is adjourned."
The courtroom buzzed with murmurs of excitement and shock as the judge exited. You let out a long breath, feeling lighter for the first time in what felt like forever. San turned to you, his expression softening as he met your eyes.
"Weâre not done yet," he said quietly, "but weâre closer than weâve ever been."
You nodded, relief and gratitude flooding through you. The truth was finally starting to emerge, and now, with the financial investigation underway, it was only a matter of time before the entire web of lies unraveled.
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1 week later
The atmosphere in the courtroom was electric with anticipation. Journalists lined the back rows, cameras flashing as they caught glimpses of the key figures entering.
Jaeyoon and his family sat on one side of the room, their expressions tense and cold. Across from them, you sat with San, your heart pounding as the final pieces of the puzzle came together. This was the moment you had been waiting forâthe culmination of everything youâd fought so hard for.
Your family, finally here to support you, sat behind you, their presence a welcome comfort in this fraught situation. They had never believed you before and hadn't supported you at all, but you couldnât help but not care today. You felt good today.
The judge took her seat at the bench, her sharp eyes scanning the room as she called the court to order. The tension was palpable as the final hearing began. This time, Jaeyoon and his family were the ones on trial, and you could feel the shift in the roomâthe power dynamic was no longer against you.
San stood up, his movements calm and measured as he approached the bench. He held a folder in his hand, the evidence that would finally expose Jaeyoon and his family for their crimes.
"Your Honor," San began, his voice steady and commanding, "the financial records that were subpoenaed have revealed a deeply concerning pattern of illegal transactions made by Mr. Baek Jaeyoon and his family. Over the past several months, large sums of money have been wired from Mr. Baek Jaeyoonâs personal account to an influential politician, Yoon Daechul. These funds were used to facilitate the procurement of illegal narcotics, which were then planted in Ms. L/Nâs possession as part of a scheme orchestrated by Mr. Baekâs mother."
A murmur rippled through the courtroom as San presented the financial records, each one showing the repeated wire transfers. The judgeâs expression remained neutral, but there was a spark of interest in her eyes as she leaned forward to examine the documents.
San continued, his voice unwavering. "The money trail is clearâeach payment corresponds with a significant political favor or action, all of which led to the acquisition and placement of the drugs. This politician acted as a middleman, using his connections to secure the narcotics that were used to frame my client. The Baek family attempted to cover their tracks, but the records donât lie."
The judge turned her attention to the prosecutor, who looked visibly rattled by the developments. "Does the prosecution have anything to say regarding these findings?"
The prosecutor stood, his expression stiff as he shook his head. "No, Your Honor. The evidence speaks for itself."
The judge nodded, then turned her gaze to Jaeyoon and his family. "Mr. Baek, your financial records clearly show that you and your family engaged in illegal transactions with a known politician in exchange for narcotics. This court will not tolerate such blatant disregard for the law, nor will it allow innocent individuals to be wrongfully accused as a result of your actions."
Jaeyoonâs mother shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her once imperious demeanor now replaced by visible anxiety. Jaeyoon himself remained stoic, but there was no mistaking the tension in his clenched jaw and stiff shoulders.
San took a breath before continuing. "Your Honor, I also want to address the broader context of this case. Ms. L/N and Mr. Baek Jaeyoon were once married, but their relationship took a dark turn. Ms. L/N sought a divorce after enduring emotional and physical harm at the hands of Mr. Baek. The situation escalated to such a degree that Ms. L/N was forced to file for a restraining order to protect herself."
He held up the restraining order for the court to see, his voice steady but filled with emotion. "This was not a simple marital dispute. Mr. Baek inflicted harm on Ms. L/N, both physically and emotionally. She had no choice but to separate from him and take legal measures to ensure her own safety."
Sanâs eyes flicked toward you for a moment, offering a reassuring glance before he turned back to the judge. "This conspiracy is an extension of Mr. Baekâs attempts to control and manipulate Ms. L/N. His actions have gone beyond personal harm and escalated into a criminal scheme designed to ruin her reputation and destroy her life."
Jaeyoonâs face reddened with anger. He shot up from his seat, glaring at San. "Thatâs a lie!" he shouted, his voice shaking with fury. "I never laid a hand on herâsheâs exaggerating everything to make herself look like the victim!"
The judge raised an eyebrow, her gaze hardening. "Mr. Baek, you will refrain from speaking unless addressed directly by the court."
Jaeyoonâs mother, unable to remain silent any longer, stood as well, her voice sharp and indignant. "Your Honor, this is nothing more than a slanderous attack on my family! That womanâ" she pointed accusingly at youâ"has been trying to ruin my son from the beginning! She never belonged in our family, and she couldnât handle the pressure of being part of something bigger than herself. This restraining order is just her way of making herself look innocent!"
The judgeâs gaze was ice-cold as she replied. "Mrs. Baek, the restraining order was granted based on documented evidence of harm and harassment. This court will not dismiss it as a fabrication."
Jaeyoon, sensing the growing tension between himself and his mother, suddenly snapped. "You know what? Fine! Yes, the money was wired. Yes, the drugs were planted, but it wasnât my idea!" He turned to his mother, his expression hardening. "This whole thing started because of her. She couldnât stand the idea of losing control, and she dragged me into this mess."
His mother gasped audibly. "Jaeyoon! How dare youâ"
"Itâs the truth, Mother!" Jaeyoon snapped, his voice filled with anger and bitterness. "You said we had to get rid of Y/N no matter what if she went through with the divorce, that she was a threat to our reputation. You were the one who wanted to frame her! I went along with it, yes, but you were the mastermind!"
The courtroom buzzed with whispers and murmurs as Jaeyoon threw his mother under the bus. His mother, for the first time, looked truly rattled, her confident demeanor cracking. She opened her mouth to respond but couldnât find the words.
The judge raised her hand, silencing the courtroom. "Regardless of who initiated the scheme, it is clear that both of you participated in an illegal conspiracy to harm Ms. L/N. The court is not interested in your blame-shifting; we are here to ensure justice is served. You will both be held accountable."
The judge turned back to you. "Ms. L/N, given the overwhelming evidence presented in this case, I hereby dismiss all charges against you. The court recognizes that you were the victim of an elaborate and malicious scheme. You are free to go."
Relief washed over you, your heart soaring as the weight of the past few months lifted from your shoulders. Sanâs hand brushed against yours beneath the table, a quiet gesture of support and reassurance. Behind you, your family let out sighs of relief, your mother placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.
But the judge wasnât finished. Her gaze returned to Jaeyoon and his mother, her voice now firm. "Baek Jaeyoon, your mother, and any individuals involved in this conspiracy will now face charges of fraud, bribery, and conspiracy to commit a crime. This court will see to it that justice is served. You are hereby ordered to remain in custody pending further investigation."
The gavel struck the bench, and the courtroom erupted into a flurry of activity. Reporters scrambled to document the fallout as Jaeyoon and his family were escorted from the courtroom in disgrace, their faces pale and drawn.
You stood slowly, still processing the magnitude of what had just happened. San was beside you in an instant, his hand resting gently on your back. "Itâs over," he said quietly, his voice filled with quiet triumph. "Youâre free."
You turned to face him, tears welling in your eyes, but this time, they were tears of relief and gratitude. "Thank you," you whispered, your voice breaking slightly. "I couldnât have done this without you."
San smiled softly, his eyes warm. "You didnât have to. We were always in this together."
As you left the courtroom, surrounded by your family and the people who had fought beside you, you felt a sense of peace you hadnât known in a long time.
Justice had been served, and for the first time in months, you could breathe freely, knowing that the truth had finally prevailed.
-Ă-Ă-Ă-
The morning sun cast a warm glow over the city as you drove toward Saturn & Co., your heart lighter than it had been in months. The events of the trial were still fresh in your mindâthe relief of being exonerated, the weight of the accusations finally lifting off your shoulders.
Today, you were returning to the company you had built, ready to step back into your role as CEO with renewed purpose after weeks of suffering.
As your car approached the building, you noticed something different. A large crowd of employees stood gathered outside the front entrance, their faces lit with excitement. You slowed the car, your curiosity piqued, and as you pulled into your parking spot, the realization hit youâthey were all waiting for you.
The moment you stepped out of the car, the sound of cheering erupted from the crowd. It caught you off guard, the sheer volume of their support overwhelming. Your heart swelled with emotion as you took in the scene in front of you.
"Welcome back, Ms. L/N!" someone shouted from the crowd, and soon, the voices of your employees echoed the sentiment, their cheers blending together in a wave of affection and celebration.
Your eyes landed on a large banner strung up across the front of the building. In bold, colorful letters, it read:
"Welcome Back to Our Beloved CEO! Weâre So Proud of You!"
Tears pricked at your eyes as you stood there, momentarily stunned by the outpouring of love. These were the people who had stood by you throughout everythingâwho had never lost faith in you even when the world seemed determined to tear you down. They had believed in your innocence, and now, they were here to celebrate your return.
A soft hand rested on your shoulder, and you turned to see Yena standing beside you, her face glowing with pride. "We wanted to do something special for you," she said, her voice filled with warmth. "Youâve been through so much, and weâre just so happy to have you back where you belong."
You smiled at her, your heart full of gratitude. "Thank you, Yena," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. "This means more than I can put into words."
You took a deep breath and began walking toward the entrance, the crowd parting to let you through. Your employees clapped and cheered as you made your way up the steps, and for the first time in a long while, you felt a sense of peace and belonging.
As you reached the front door, you paused for a moment, turning back to the crowd. "Thank you," you said, your voice carrying over the noise. "Iâm so grateful for all of you. Saturn & Co. isnât just a companyâitâs a family. And Iâm proud to be your CEO."
The applause grew louder, and you smiled, feeling the warmth of their support wrap around you like a protective shield. With renewed energy, you stepped into the building, ready to lead once more.
Inside, the familiar sights and sounds of the office greeted youâpeople bustling about, the hum of conversation, the scent of freshly brewed coffee. It felt like home, and after everything you had been through, you realized just how much this placeâand these peopleâmeant to you.
As you walked toward your office, you passed by employees who smiled at you, offering words of encouragement and congratulations. By the time you reached your desk, you felt lighter, more hopeful than you had in months.
Sitting down, you looked out over the city through the large windows, a smile playing on your lips. The battle had been long and hard, but you had emerged on the other side stronger than ever.
A knock was heard at your door before Yena stepped in, a bright smile on her face that caused one to form on yours too. "Ms. L/N... the surprises aren't done yet!"
You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Really?"
"Mhmm, you have a dinner reservation with Attorney Choi San at the Signiel Hotel tonight," she says with a smirk, well aware of the feelings you had for San. "I also booked a suite for the two of you at the hotel."
You blushed, a small chuckle escaping your lips. "Yena... you're too much."
"I know!" she beamed. "I know you get off only at six thirty today, so I already packed a little bag for you. I also chose your outfit for tonight as well and I'll do your hair and makeup too!"
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When you arrived at the restaurant in the hotel, your heart raced when you noticed San seated at a booth in the corner, looking at the Seoul skyline, the sun setting in the distance. He was wearing beige pants and a navy blue shirt with a couple of buttons undone. You were also wearing navy blue, and knowing Yena, you knew she purposely got you this dress to match with San.
As you moved closer to San, the sound of your heels caught his attention, and he turned to look at you.
He stands up, taking your hand in his. He brought your hand up to his lips, placing a delicate kiss at the back of it. "Y/N..." he greets, "you look gorgeous tonight."
You blush. "Thank you, so do you, Sannie."
San giggles. "Shall we?"
You take a seat across San, and he pours a glass of wine for you. "How was work? Yena told me your employees surprised you today." You nod your head, taking a sip of the sweet wine while you made conversation about the events of your day. San listened to you so attentively, his eyes full of adoration.
The waitress brought the food and you noticed it had some of your favorite dishes; ones that you told San you loved weeks ago. You felt really touched that he remembered your likes and dislikes.
The two of you ate in comfortable silence, occasionally talking about the food or an old memory while you both watched the sun set and the light from the buildings around became more bright.
After dinner, the two of you went to your suite at the hotel, putting on a romcom movie and sipping on some more wine. Throughout the movie, you were cuddled up to San's side, your arms wrapped around his muscular arm. You felt very at peace. You felt so safe with San.
Once the movie ended, you stretched your arms, getting up on your feet. You walk towards the floor-to-ceiling windows, placing a hand on the glass while you looked at the beautiful night view of Seoul.
San made his way towards you, pausing right behind you. "It's so pretty," you say in awe, turning around to look at him. The strap of your dress was nearly falling off your shoulder, catching San's attention.
San thought you were glowing. You looked so beautiful.
He took two slow steps towards you, towering over your smaller form. His eyes roamed all over your face. It seemed like he wanted to say something but was hesitant to.
"What's wrong, Sannie?" you ask, hand reaching up to cup his face. He placed a hand over yours while leaning into your touch. He was looking intensely in your eyes like as if he was looking for some signs.
"Can I kiss you?" San asks in the softest tone he could muster.
You smiled, feeling your cheeks heat up. "I'd like that."
San brought his free hand up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing along your skin. "You're so beautiful," he whispers, making you lean into his touch.
He leans down closer to you, brushing his lips against yours before gently kissing you. It felt just like how he kissed you at his place â soft, warm, and pure.
Your arms moved to wrap around his neck, pulling him even closer to you. You caught his bottom lip in between your teeth, giving it a light bite. San let out a faint moan at your actions, pressing his body against yours.
When San pulled away to breathe, you took the opportunity to kiss his neck, gently sucking and licking at his skin, making sure to leave a mark on him Your other hand traced the expanse of his shoulder before moving down his chest until you reached the button of his shirt that wasn't undone. You place your hand flat on his chest, and you could feel his heart beating fast.
You pulled away to look at him. "Can I?" you ask, eyes moving between his and the buttons of his shirt.
"Yes, please," he responds, and you slowly move your fingers to unbutton his shirt, his muscular chest and abs coming into view.
San swiftly swept you off your feet, carrying you bridal-style to the loveseat in the very corner of the living room. As soon as he sat down with you in his arms, you moved to straddle his lap. You gently push the navy blue shirt off his body, exposing his bare upper body to you.
Oh. My. Goodness. Holy. Fuck.
Now, this was a view you could never get enough of: San, half naked, looking up at you with hooded eyes, with the Seoul skyline in the background.
San smirked, extending his muscular arms along the top of the backrest of the loveseat. "Impressed?" He asks, titling his head slightly, a smug look on his face while he watched your eyes take in the sight of his body that he worked very hard on despite his hectic attorney schedule.
You leaned in to place a lingering kiss on his lips before you let yourself sit down completely on his lap, feeling his hard dick beneath you, the only barrier being the material of your panties and his pants.
You mimicked his smirk, straightening your body, reaching for the hem of your dress, taking it off right in front of his eyes, letting it pool on the ground, leaving you in just your lacey panties.
San's jaw dropped.
He shamelessly checked you out, eyes noticing the muscles on your thighs, his mind imagining his face getting squeezed by them.
If you thought San was hard enough beneath you before, he was even harder now.
"Impressed?" You ask, repeating his words, your hands running through his soft black hair before resting on his shoulders. You leaned in to kiss him again, grinding down on his hard clothed dick.
San was about to lose his mind. "Very," he practically growls.
You noticed he hadn't touched you in any way yet. You reach for his hands, bringing them up to your chest so he could grab your tits. When he looked at you, you nodded at him, giving him consent to touch you.
San brought your lips back to his in a hungry kiss while you continued to grind on his clothed dick. His hands played with your boobs, giving them a light massage, rolling your hard nipples between his fingers. You let out a moan in his mouth, and you could feel your panties sticking to your wet folds.
You slightly pulled away, resting your forehead against his. "San..." You say his name breathlessly. Your head spinning from the intensity of the kiss. Your clit was throbbing, begging to be touched in any way. "San, please."
"Please what, baby?" San murmurs, his hands moving up and down your thighs. The pet name from his lips caused a chill to run down your spine.
"I want you right now," you say, pressing your core down harder on his clothed dick.
"Want me how?" He knew the answer, but he wanted to tease you.
You lean down to kiss his neck, dragging kisses up to his earlobe, placing a soft kiss beneath his ear. "Attorney Choi... Choi San..." you whisper in his ear in a low tone. "I want you to fuck me right now."
San's hands moved up your thigh to your heated core. He touched you over the fabric of your panties, smirking at the wet patch he could feel. "So needy for me, hmm?"
He looked you straight in the eye when his hands moved to one side of your hip, ripping that side of your panties, repeating the same thing on the other side. You gasped at his actions, and he tossed the scraps onto your dress on the floor.
"I really liked those panties," you say with a light chuckle, moving your body up to make yourself more comfortable, but San stopped you midway; your tits were right in front of his face.
"I'll get you a whole pack of them later," he murmurs in a low tone. "But could you stay like this for me, hmm?"
He took your nipple in his mouth while his finger swiped your slit to collect the wetness there. He rubbed your slick onto your clit, using it as lube to better rub your clit.
"San, fuckkk," you moaned when his finger moved faster on your clit. Without any warning, he pushed two fingers inside your wet pussy, wasting no time in pumping his fingers in and out while his thumb rubbed your clit in circular motions.
San pulled his fingers out, and you whimpered at the loss of contact. He sucked his fingers clean before picking you up and taking you to the bedroom of the suite. He dropped you onto the bottom of the bed so that your legs were dangling off the edge.
San unbuckled his belt, tossing it aside, his pants and briefs off following shortly after. You marveled at the sight of him nude in front of you, your hips bucked up involuntarily at the mere sight of him. He dropped to his knees, his hands moving your legs to rest over his shoulder. He wasted no time in licking your slit, moaning at your sweet taste. He attached his mouth to your clit, licking and sucking the nub while he slowly introduced two fingers in again.
Your thighs were squeezing his head, just like he imagined, and your loud moans prompted him to pump his fingers even faster. You were so lost in your pleasure until your orgasm came crashing, and you came all over San's fingers.
You took a minute to compose yourself before you sat up straight, wrapping your hand around his hard cock. You pumped his length, your thumb rubbing circles on his slit. San moaned you name out before taking your lips in his, his tongue brushing across your lower lip. You opened your mouth slightly to give him more access, but he pulled away and stopped your hand from jerking him off further. "You're making me feel too good, sweetheart... I might just bust right now."
"Let me ride you then," you say to him.
San nods, moving to lie down in the middle of the bed. You hovered over his cock, leaning down to kiss him. "I'm on the pill," you let him know before sinking down onto his length.
You started moving down on his dick at a slow pace, wanting to take the time to familiarize yourself with the way his cock felt in you. You sunk down even more until you bottomed out. You gave yourself some time to adjust to his size before you increased the pace, bouncing on his dick.
His hands moved to cup your ass, helping you slam harder on him. "God, Y/N, I-I swear... you're so fucking hot taking my dick like that," he growls.
The room was filled with your combined moans and the sound of skin clapping, and you watched San's eyebrows furrow while his tongue darted out to wet his laps, his upper teeth sinking into his bottom lip while he moaned.
San loved the way your tits bounced and the way you threw your head back, but he wanted to take control now. Placing his hands on your hips, he stopped you from moving and quickly flipped you onto your back.
"Let me take care of you, yeah?" He slammed his cock in and out of you in a rapid pace, his hands interlocking with yours while he fucked you. He was repeatedly hitting your spot, and you felt the coil of pleasure tighten in your stomach. You tried to move your hands to touch him, but his hands held yours down with a little force, the gesture causing your clit to throb yet again.
"San... I... It's... I'm gonna..." you struggle to say. Your body felt like it was on fire.
"Let it go, baby, cum for me," San encourages, hand reaching down to rub your sensitive clit. Few more thrusts and an intense orgasm washes over your body, causing your body to shake while you chanted out his name.
"Hold on, baby, I'm almost there," San lets you know. He quickened his pace even more before coming to a stop, his dick pulsating in you when he reached his climax.
San slowly pulled out before collapsing next to you. He reached for your sticky, sweaty body, pulling you to his chest while you both tried to calm your breathing.
He kisses your forehead. "Are you okay?"
"Mhmm," you mumble, "It was so good." San chuckles, holding you close to him. "Hey, San?"
"Hmm?"
"You know I have feelings for you, right?" you confess.
"Oh really? I didn't know that!" he teases, and you lightly smack his chest. "Of course, I think everyone knows that now. But Y/N?"
"Yeah?"
"You know I have feelings for you too, right?" he admits, and the butterflies in your stomach flutter around wildly.
"I... I wasn't too sure," you murmur honestly, "I felt like there was so much going on and... I don't know, I thought that you might like me, but I've been... too much lately, these past few months."
San strokes the back of your head. "And? If anything, these past few months where you were so vulnerable and yet so brave, so strong, has made me admire you even more. My feelings for you have only kept growing since the first time you stepped into my office. I want to be with you, Y/N. I want to show you the life you deserve."
"You do?" you ask in a soft tone, your heart racing at his confession.
"Yes, sweetheart," he chuckles lightly. "But I don't want to rush into anything. I know these past few months have been hard for you. I want you to take as much time you want or need before you decide that I'm the one you want."
You hum, thinking about his words, appreciating how considerate he's always been. "I only want you, San," you turn to look at him, "I'll always only want you. I want to take things slow," you mentally laugh, because you literally just had sex with him, "but I want to do it all with you."
San's smile widens, his dimples deepening as warmth fills his eyes. He brushes a strand of hair from your face, his touch lingering like a promise. "You have no idea how much that means to me," he whispers, voice hushed with emotion. "I never thought I'd find someone who sees me like you do."
Your heart swells, and you pull him into a sweet kiss, one where you both can't stop smiling. The way his lips move against yours feels like a silent vow, like this moment is the beginning of something moreâsomething real.
When you break apart, you giggle softly, your foreheads resting together. "Let's take a shower together and then cuddle to sleep, hmm?"
San chuckles, his breath brushing your skin. "You sure you're not trying to tempt me again?" His eyes twinkle with playful mischief.
You pretend to think about it, biting your lip. "Maybe⊠or maybe I just want to hold you close and feel safe in your arms."
Sanâs grin softens into something more intimate, his gaze steady on yours. "Then let me take care of you, the way you deserve. Always."
As you both make your way to the shower, hand in hand, the future doesnât feel so uncertain anymore. For the first time in a long while, you're no longer weighed down by the past or the fear of what might happen next. All that matters is thisâSan, you, and the love that's beginning to blossom between you.
And as the warm water cascades over you both, washing away all the worries of the day, you know deep down, you're exactly where you belong.
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I'm so excited for your event I'm literally dancing in my chair đ
My request is San + kinks 12 and 25 + line 48 + 59. Arranged marriage AU hehe.
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City Lights || CHOI SAN
Genre: Smut
Pairing: husband!San x Fem reader
Word Count: 2.5K
Tags/warnings: Arranged marriage! AU, Dirty talk, praise kink, virgin!reader, handjob, fingering, oral sex (f), unprotected sex, making a babyđ€Ș
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"Well, it's quite romantic, isn't it? With all the lights?" Your husband grinned. You gave him a weak smile, still feeling fuzzy from the flight. He patted your back as you walked down Regent Street.
"Is there anything you need?" He asked. You shook your head. "Did you lose your tongue, Y/N?" He sighed. "No, sorry," you apologized quickly.
You and your husband had just touched down in London for your honeymoon. San insisted on going somewhere sunny but you loved the gloomy days and requested to go to London instead. After all you were married and supposed to be together forever, there would be a lot of opportunity's to see warm countries instead.
San had requested you to be his wife, well actually, your parents had arranged this. You hadn't found a suitor yet and his parents wanted him to marry someone from good wealth and they didn't trust San with finding a wife as he fell in love with 'nothings' before.
But you were something. Your parents run one of the largest company's in South Korea and is currently planning on blending with Choi INC., the company that San's parents run. It was only natural that they both decided on getting their children to marry each other.
Now you could have done worse, you were aware. He was handsome and he hasn't been bad to you so far, but it was hard for you to give him so much attention and love when you hardly knew him. You were married for money and specifically for your parents' money and you thought it was kind of fucked up.
Nonetheless, you were with San in London for a week and you had to make it work. You have been a little absent, your mind too clouded. You were expected to gift him at least one child, preferably a son, San's father had said. You smiled to yourself when San defended you in this, saying your body belonged to you and if you would have his child he'd love it no matter the gender of the baby.
Maybe you were paired with a good man after all.
You had told him before your wedding he shouldn't expect sleeping with you on the wedding night as you didn't know him well enough and San understood. Yet the pressure of conceiving a child on the honeymoon was bigger than yourself and it concerned San as well. You knew there was a big chance San would want to have sex with you this week. But how on earth were you going to tell him you were a virgin?
On the first day of your London trip he took you to see Notting Hill, the Big Ben and the London Eye, the typical tourist stuff. On the second day you went shopping and he bought you beautiful clothes. Today was the third day and the time was ticking and somehow you could feel San's impatience. You were gonna have to tell him tonight. After a long day of visiting the famous palace and beautiful museums you finally sat down in a private booth of a lovely restaurant. The Mojito in your hand slightly calmed your nerves as your dinner was filled with anxiety.
''What's going on, dear? Was today a lot for you?'' he asked. Dear. Oh My.
''Well, there's just something on my mind,'' you confessed. ''Tell me about it, it might clear up your mind,'' San offered as he took another bite of his salmon dish. ''As you know, there's the matter of... bearing a child for you,'' you started, slightly startling San, but he nodded. ''It just feels like big pressure to... have a healthy son.''
''Dear, first of all...It's not just for me... It... would be our child, right? We'll raise the child together and... We will love the child together. I also don't care if it's a son or a daughter, as long as it's healthy. Even if it's unhealthy I'll promise to love the baby.''
You took a deep breath and nodded. ''I know that it's sudden,'' San spoke as he took your hand in his, ''I know that it might be really soon for you, but I promise to be here. I'm not going anywhere. You'll be fine, I promise.'' You felt your heart feel lighter as San reassured you again. ''Thank you San.''
You continued your dinner peacefully and he often made you smile with his kind remarks. "The city lights shine beautifully on that angelic face of yours." You grinned and rolled your eyes at his cheesy lines, but they made you feel fuzzy inside. Maybe you could truly trust him with your secret.
''How could you ever be a virgin?'' San gasped.
You were seated on the hotel bed and San was just about to kiss you. You were quick to stop him, hands rested against his chest as you blurted it out. You felt your skin getting hotter, a blush creeping up on your cheeks.
''It just never happened for me. The kiss we had at the wedding was my first too,'' you confessed. You tried so hard to be brave but tears filled your eyes. San's heart filled with worry and he took your hands in his, gently rubbing his thumbs over your knuckles. ''Y/N...'' He started.
You looked down but San lifted your chin up again. ''I'll take care of you, if you'll let me.'' Something inside you changed and as of that moment you wanted nothing more than to be in your new husbands' arms. You fell into his embrace and closed your eyes for just a second.
''I'm so sorry I wasn't more careful, I just think you are so beautiful I didn't think of it.'' ''You think I'm beautiful?'' San nodded. ''I think you're stunning. You looked like an angel in that weddingdress... and even when you go to bed you're still gorgeous,'' he said softly. You nodded and smiled. ''Thank you San... I feel better. I don't know if I can do it tonight but... I promise you... I'll give you your baby. Tomorrow.''
''Tomorrow?'' ''Tomorrow.''
It was 7PM and you were having your 'everything-shower'. Hair washes, legs shaven, body butter doing it's work. You knew San was sitting on the bed and he was waiting, waiting to fuck you into oblivion. At least that's what was said in the books you've read.
Is that even a thing in real life? You knew how sex worked, you weren't innocent, but you also didn't know everything. You dried your hair as you looked into the mirror. Did you look good enough to have sex with without any make-up on?
You looked at your body, your wedding night lingerie on. The white material complimented your skintone and it hugged your body in the right places. But it did not stop you from being insecure.
What was a woman's body supposed to look like? What if he thinks your private parts look strange? He's married now, he will have to live with it. You shook your head and sighed, forgetting your stupid thoughts. Don't think so much, you told yourself.
You put on your robe and scrunched your hair to make it look right again. You finished your skincare and stepped out of the bathroom. San was indeed seated on the bed, his tight black shirt and pantalon showing off his big muscles. You swallowed thickly at the sight of him.
"Hi," you spoke softly as you walked closer to him. He smiled and stood up, taking your hands. "Hello there, beautiful."
His arms wrapped around you as he pulled you tight. Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt his hand slide up and down your back. "Y/N, can I kiss you?" He asked. You weren't sure if it was forced or genuine, but you felt safe enough. San was a good man. He is kind. And he's your husband.
You nodded slowly.
His lips attached to yours slow and softly. Gently. Even though you were inexperienced it was like he guided you, it was automatic. San's lips were soft like cushions and his movements were smooth.
San's tongue slipped out of his mouth, slowly licking your bottom lip. You stopped the kiss before his tongue could slide in, slowly panting out.
Before he could say anything you attached your lips to his neck and carefully unbuttoned his shirt, slowly revealing his toned chest and abs. As you watched him stripping off the shirt and pants you discarded the robe, letting it fall on the ground.
His mouth fell open as he watched you in all your glory, softest skin ready to be touched, lingerie waiting to be torn off your body. "God, dear, you have no idea how beautiful you are. Feel how hard I am now," he breathed out as he took your hand and laid it on his clothed cock. You gently palmed it and you felt your breath hitch in your throat again at the feeling of his growing erection.
"I did that?" "Yes honey, you are doing that. You're that hot," he smirked, "do you wanna touch it, Y/N?"
Your husband slid down his boxers and revealed his big, throbbing length. You admired his naked body before you took his hard dick in your hand, stroking it slowly. San's breath picked up when you spat in your hand and smeared the spit over his cock as lube, working him up.
"God babe, you're insane," he groaned when you picked up the pace, jerking him off at a steady and affective rhythm. You felt your pussy clench around nothing at his praise, making you rethink your life, were you getting off on his praises?
You worked your hand faster and his grunts and puffs got louder and his hips bucked up. "You're making me feel so good angel, you're gonna make me cum if you're gonna keep going," he moaned. "B-But I shouldn't, I need to cum inside your pussy, baby," he said a few seconds later as he stopped you. He took a deep breath before pulling you close, unclasping your lacy white bra.
Your tits sprung free, meeting your husbands' eyes. They filled with hunger and lust as he took the image of your bare breasts in. He was an ass-man but as his cock kept twitching at the sight of you, he had to admit your breasts excited him to the fullest.
He slipped off your panties as he laid you down on the bed. You were shy, nearly blushing as he kissed every inch of your body. "So beautiful," he whispered after a few kisses, "doing so well for me."
San spread your legs slowly and looked at your wet cunt, gaping at the sight of it. "I am going to touch you now."
His fingers reached your folds, sliding them through gently and collecting the wetness. "God, so beautiful, you're a diamond, baby," he hummed from between your thighs. San had lowered himself so he was at eye-level with your cunt.
You took a deep breath as your anxiety rose, but San's tongue lapped at your sensitive clit only seconds later. You whined as you forgot about your surroundings, San's tongue being the only thing you could concentrate on.
It worked magic against your clit as he slowly scissored his middle- and ringfinger inside you to work you open. You felt the cold metal of his wedding ring prod at your entrance as he fucked his fingers deep inside you.
Your moans grew louder and soon became uncontrollable as San went nuts on your pussy, losing himself in the pleasure of pleasing you. Mutters of "you're doing so well" and "prettiest pussy" left his mouth every now and then, only working you up more.
San made you arch your back from the pleasure and you felt your orgasm coming closer as San sped up the pace of his fingers. His tongue kept flicking and toying with the sensitive bud and his fingers finally found your g-spot as he curled them just the right away.
With a loud moan you released, orgasming on his fingers and tongue. He licked you and his fingers as clean as he could before he pulled himself away to hover above you.
"I promise," he panted as he kissed your jaw and neck, sliding his cock between your folds a few times. The head of his length rubbed against your clit, making you whine out his name. "I promise I will be gentle and I will take care of you, and I'm gonna make you feel so good, gonna make you a mommy, my delicate angel."
You held your breath as San slowly slid his member inside. "Breathe out honey, deep breaths," he grunted as he felt your tight walls squeeze him tightly. You clenched your eyes shut as you breathed in and out, taking all of his cock little by little.
"Yes, my precious angel, you are doing so well, you're taking my cock so well," he cooed, slowly pushing his cock in and out of you. You winced as he did so, feeling the sting and hearing your body telling you to stop, but you weren't going to stop, not when he positioned himself in a way that made it possible for him to directly hit your g-spot as he thrusted into you.
"Oh! S-San," you whined out. The stretch of his cock still hurting, but pleasure overtaking as he repeatedly hit your g-spot. "Right there, huh, angel? Right there? I'll fuck you right there, my good girl," he grunted as you nodded eagerly.
"Yes please, fuck me right there," you squeeled, nails digging into his biceps. "You're doing so well, pretty pussy taking my cock, you like that huh? You like the way my dick slides in your little pussy?"
"Yes, yes I love it, please," you moaned, feeling his cock reach deeper inside you. You nearly forgot about the stretch until he moved slightly, making you tense up.
"It's okay precious, it's okay, I got you," he said as he slowed down, holding you in his arms. You whined out as you felt his cock stretch out your walls more. "S-San!"
"My good girl, taking me so well, you're being so good, so brave," he grunted as the grip on your hips tightened. His hand reached between your bodies and his fingers found the way to your sensitive clit. He rubbed it quickly and made the moans spill from your lips.
"O-oh, San! Yes!" You moaned loudly as you felt another orgasm wash over you. You clenched down on his dick, making him reach his orgasm too. He moaned loudly as he spilled all his seeds inside you, filling you up to the brim.
He panted out and stayed inside you, not wanting any of it to leak out. You regained your breath as your hands ran over his back, eyes closed. "My precious angel," he whispered in your ear as he slowly pulled his dick out of you. You felt some of your man's hot cum drip from your pussy down to your ass, making you hiss at the feeling.
"You were amazing honey, you did so well," he said as he kissed your head, holding you in his arms. "I will make sure to keep trying to put a baby in you," he promised as he carressed your hair, "and I'm gonna make you feel so good every day, while you're looking so pretty in the city lights."
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A Goodfella's Moondance
Mafia AU Choi San x Reader
Summary: He waited for her to waltz into his arms, and she did. He felt her jitter and shiver under his touch, much like how he did the same on her love. He had found someone to love and cherish, someone who kept his fragile morality in check, someone who he could call a lover, a wife, a weakness.
Genre: Hurt Comfort
Rating: PG- 13
Word Count: 2.4 K
Est. Read Time: 12 min
Warnings: Blood, kidnapping, murder, guns.
Networks: @cromernet @k-labels @illusionnet
Song: Moondance by Micheal Bublé
âDo you feel better?â His soft whisper gently pulled her back to consciousness, back to the comfort of the warm, soft, cotton that they were cocooned within, succumbing to the sleep that lay heavy in their bones.
âMhmmmâŠâÂ
Ever so slowly, her body turned to the other side, her back that was once pressed against his warm chest, grazing the subtle cotton of one of the many blankets he had heaped upon them in his frenzy of bringing her some form of comfort, trying to suppress the jitters that rocked through her even though she said she was fine. Hands pressed against his chest, vibrating with each beat of his ever loving heart, her head tilted up on her pillow, meeting his tender gaze, eying the small smile that only she got to see, that too behind closed doors.
âGood.â
With that hanging above them, the man wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into him, forcing her to become one with him, though he could tell by the way her arms had looped around his slender waist, his action was more than welcome.Â
Little did he know this side of his, this gentleness, this care, this attentiveness was what had her losing her grasp on the bitter reality of the world, perhaps that's why last night she was unable to figure out how the guy asking her for directions was actually going to kidnap her.Â
One moment a man approaches her while she sat at the bus stop, after her lover had texted her how he would be unable to pick her up from the hospital tonight, also canceling their date because of some âUrgent Business.â The next thing she knew was how she woke up in the trunk of the man who had approached her at the bus stop, asking her the directions to the hospital as he had to go see is sick wife- sue her for being a caring person, nurse or not, it's not like she wasn't going to help him.Â
The fallacy of rationality lies within situations such as these, while he had taught her a variety of methods of escaping, a contractual instruction enforced by Park Seonghwa himself, in the heat of the moment she had forgotten it all, her core memory allowing her to do no more than to whimper out his name, âSan.â
It wasn't till she had felt the car stop that her anxiety morphed into aggression kicking against the roof of the truck, while she tried to move her tied hands, removing the blindfold to look around, only to freeze when the trunk opened, staring up at the man in horror.
âWell, aren't you in a lot of trouble, missy.â The fox featured man smiled at her, one that had her let out a relieved sigh, though she tried to ignore the splatted red across his face, dripping down his chin and onto his crisp white shirt, which was evident when he helped her out, pulling her closer to have her sit on the closed trunk, âYou okay?â
She could only nod at the fact that, physically, perhaps she was, but she wouldn't be so sure about her mental status, never had this happened before and truly, for the first time in her life had she felt afraid and alone, a feeling her husband had long rid off from her mind, body and soul.
âGood, because San isn't, he's furio-â
The loud bang cut him off, for a split second his eyes flickered to the man who was standing across the car, in front of it, staring at something, or someone on the ground, before moving back to the shivering woman. With a loud sigh he shrugged off his coat and draped it over her shaking shoulders, and called out, âYAH! DID YOU REMOVE YOUR SILENCER?â
The taller man grunted in response, pushing up his glasses, not bothered by the spots of blood staining the glass, in fact the red calmed him down a bit, a reminder of him punishing the bastard who thought this woman was an easy target.Â
Wooyoung watched his friend walk over to them, fully aware of how San had removed the silencer on purpose, wanting everyone in the vicinity and the perpetrator to know what happens when you try to come into his personal life.
With a nod he motioned for Wooyoung to sit in the car, disposing the body wasn't part of the plan, Seonghwa had agreed when San had requested to âlet me make an example out of himâ, so much so that the husband of the woman who was shaking like a leaf currently, had also brought his infamous bat with him, which only reminded his friends of how this was personal was him.
With each gloved hand placed on either side of her on the trunk, he looked down at her, she peaked up at him through her lashes, unsure of what he was going to say or do, perhaps he would be upset with her, disappointed by how she was unable to fend for herself even though he had prepared her for a situation like this, his friends had prepared her for a situation like this. At the end of the day, they were from two different worlds, she would heal people and well he wouldâŠwhat if tonight he finally realised that and-
âI'm sorry.â
Taking off his gloves he placed them beside her before pulling out a pocket knife from his breast pocket, flicking it open as he began to work on the ropes around her wrists. He frowned at the roughness of the threads, mumbling things like, âThis may bruiseâ, âThe f*cker didn't need to tighten them so much.â, âWish I could kill him all over again.â
Once he was done, he tossed the rope aside, gently taking her scratched wrists in his hands, before lifting her wrist up to his lips as he placed a tender kiss on the reddened skin, repeating the motion of love with her other one before looking at her with a somber flare in his eyes, âI'm sorry, I'll be more careful next time.â He should have been more careful, he should have ensured she was safe, it was his job to keep her safe. And he stood there, in blood and tears, seeking her forgiveness, unaware of how the woman was falling even more for her gentle giant of a husband.
âSeonghwa said you can't leave the house without protection anymore.â He mumbled, the bass in his sleep lusted voice making her squeeze him closer, not that he would mind.Â
His own hand had begun to aimlessly trail down her spine, only to slide back up to complete the cycle, thinking to himself a moment before he continued, âHongjoong has assigned a few menâŠthough I'll be around you whenever I'm free. The shipment is late anyway, and he's having Yunho and Mingi deal with it, so I'm all yours for the coming few days.â
âOkayâŠâ
San blinked at her hushed response, it was evident she was elsewhere, or she was still a bit too shaken to respond coherently. Either way, with the gun stashed beneath his pillow and his lover in his arms to protect, he began to formulate a way of protecting her 24/7. Naturally, he couldn't always be there himself nor could his brothers. How much did he trust his men? What if he got her a personal gun or a-
âSannie?â
His train of thought derailed at her calling, pulling back a bit to glance down at the only reason why he hadn't tipped off the cliff of his primitive instincts, hand pressing flat against her back as he nodded, âYes, dove?â
âCan you sing for me?â
Could he sing? Of course he could. Did he sing often? No, not really. In fact, she was the newest addition to the only other people who knew his secret, that the right hand man of Ateez, the cold blooded killer trained and raised by Park Seonghwa himself could harmonise with the very same angels that stood at the gates of Heaven, waiting to reject his entrance. Â
âWhat would you like to hear?â
Giving her a small smile he slowly pulled away, sitting up and resting his back against the cushioned headrest of the king sized bed, picking up his glasses from the nightstand and placing them on the bridge of his nose. He turned to glance at her, admiring the way she looked up at him with awe, it was truly a blessing to have an angel such as herself admire a creature like him, willing to bathe in the simmering blood of his brutality, willing to swallow the bitter truth of his existence, willing to embrace the carcass in which once his humanity once flourished.Â
âUmmâŠâ slipping the covers off herself she sat up, tugging at the strings of his hoodie that she wore, slowly moving closer and straddling him, looking up at him with a blush ever so subtle, âMoondance?â
A hearty laugh broke past his pout, the bass of his laughter bouncing off the cold walls of the room, blocking out the soft chippers of the early birds outside. If she was being honest, she's sure everyone who was trying to sleep could hear him right now, considering everyone did retire to their rooms after she had come home; have Jongho check her vitals, watch her husband get verbally abused by Hongjoong for being careless, have Seonghwa make her promise to never use public transport again, give Yeosang the entire details of the night so he could âtake care of the mother companyâ, eye Yunho who took her husband aside to give him a pep talk after his sulking and be force fed by Mingi who insisted that âYou burn more calories being kidnapped than an hour on a treadmillâ, all the while having Wooyoung make dinner and yell at them for being noisy- ironic.Â
âWhat's so funny?â She asked, her hands cupping his face before she slipped off his glasses, frowning at the blood splattered on the glass, why didn't he clean this off. And just like that she tilted to her side, reaching over to grab a tissue from the nightstand, feeling him quickly grab her by the waist so she wouldn't fall over.
âCareful there, dove.â He mumbled pulling her back up onto him, watching her try to clean off the dried blood, trying to hold back the urge to crush her with his love, âIt's fine- oh.â
âIt's not, dirty glasses stress the eyes,â cutting him off she gently slipped the glasses back onto the face of the owner, giving him a smile before getting comfortable on him, wrapping her arms around his neck as she placed her head on the crook of his neck, taking a deep breath, the lingering memories having her latch onto him for comfort.Â
San watched her go about as she pleased, much like how she often did, not that he'd ever mind. Once she was settled, nestled against him, he wrapped his arms around her waist, leaning his against the headboard as he sighed. It was evident that last night had taken a toll on her, but what he learnt from experience was that eventually you get over it, become numb to the bitter memory, usually with the help of a distraction or a friend or two. It was never his intention for her to feel this way, in fact, from the moment he had left his heart in her hands at the ER, he had decided to keep her safe, even before she chose to accept his invitation of love, he had decided to keep her safe from all the grotesque wonders he had been blessed to bear witness to since his childhood. Though at the very moment he wondered if that was even worth it, if dragging her into his life was worth it, ruining her chances of living a mundane, peaceful-
âAre you this slow when Seonghwa asks you for something too?â
Her snarky remark caught him off guard, trying to get a better look at her but she just giggled and buried her face in his neck, the only form of compensation given to him was the tender press of her lips against his pulse, only to have it increase two folds.Â
San's arms squeezed her, earning a contented sigh from his wife, much to his pleasure as he stared out the window, watching the pale winter sun cast a chalky hue among the cloudy scapes of the sky. Taking a deep breath he whispered into the still of their room,Â
Well, it's a marvelous night for a moondance
With the stars up above in your eyes.
A fantabulous night to make romance
'Neath the cover of October skies
Knowing nothing more mattered to him at this point but the woman that clung onto him, her heart beating with his, waltzing through harmony.Â
And all the leaves on the trees are falling
To the sound of the breezes that blow
You know I'm tryin' to please to the calling
Of your heartstrings that play soft and low
He felt her hold tighten, mumbling something that he couldn't make out, but the way her body fell lax against him assured him it was some form of positive affirmation. Indeed it was, for before tumbling back into the depths of slumber, swaying in the melody of her husband's voice she had whispered, âThank you, my love.â
You know the night's magic seems to whisper and hush
You know the soft moonlight seems to shine in your blush
He wondered if she was as smitten for him as he was for her- it amazed him how she'd tell him that she knew he'd always protect her, when the fact of the matter was that it was indeed her who was protecting him, from the insanity of the world that had bruised and battered him inside and out, from the wrath of Park Seonghwa who wanted to end him for choosing to start an affair with a civilian, as pure and naive as her and from himself, the one that he too feared, knowing that if that Choi San was to resurface, only she could stop him. It was fine though, he was going to protect her from the cold, from nature and man. It's what a dutiful goodfella does, what a dutiful husband does.
Can I just have one more moondance with you, my love?
Can I just make some more romance with a-you, my love?
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Looking for someone to do Kpop (NCT) Roleplay!
i want someone to do a kpop rp with me đ„ș I was thinking of a plot wherein it sets in the MCU universe (Marvel AU) Mark Lee as Spiderman.
If you're interested, you must be able to do doubles. Someone who writes literate. Plus points if you have discord and reach word limit. Must be able to do all types of AUs Plot and biases will be discussed upon DMs NO MINORS (18+)
Note: I only do member x oc, FxM, MxF
Reply here if you're interested â°â (â  â â  â áâ  â â  â )â â
#oc rp#roleplay#original character roleplay#detailed#kpop roleplay#rp#nct#nct roleplay#kpop#kpop rolepaly ads#exo roleplay#treasure kpop#treasure roleplay#treasure rp#nct smut#kpop rp
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Looking for someone to do Kpop (NCT) Roleplay!
i want someone to do a kpop rp with me đ„ș I was thinking of a plot wherein it sets in the MCU universe (Marvel AU) Mark Lee as Spiderman.
If you're interested, you must be able to do doubles. Someone who writes literate. Plus points if you have discord and reach word limit. Must be able to do all types of AUs Plot and biases will be discussed upon DMs NO MINORS (18+)
Note: I only do member x oc, FxM, MxF
Reply here if you're interested â°â (â  â â  â áâ  â â  â )â â
#oc rp#roleplay#original character roleplay#detailed#kpop roleplay#rp#nct#nct roleplay#kpop#kpop rolepaly ads#exo roleplay#treasure kpop#treasure roleplay#treasure rp#nct smut#kpop rp
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ENHYPEN ROLEPLAY
Hi! I'm officially opening my Roleplay for Enhypen roleplay!
My bias is Jay, but I like Jake a lot.
I mainly do doubles since I like seeing my bias and playing your bias.
I prefer Idol x oc, I don't do idol x idol.
Smut is fine, but I won't do it for members who are minors.
Im versitle with all sorts of plots.
I'm literate so NO ONE LINERS please.
I mainly rp on discord, and discuss plots there.
If you're interested, send me a message! đ«¶đŒ
#oc rp#roleplay#rp#original character roleplay#detailed#kpop roleplay#kpop#kpop rolepaly ads#enhypen#enhypen rp#enhypen roleplay#oc x idol
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Hello! Hope you are well!
Iâm looking to rp again!
DOUBLES OR SHIPS ON DISCORD
(Rare occasion Iâll play 5 CC x your OC)
Iâm interested in these fandoms:
BTS (love doing)
SKZ (havenât gotten the chance yet)
MHA (pro heroâs or aged up only)
HAIKYUU (same here aged up to college)
JJK ( you already know my fav is Gojo or Nanami lol)
FIRE FORCE (Benimaru⊠ALWAYS)
And call of duty (ghost and Konig mainly)
I need someone who will be able to match my creative energy in making plot twist angst drama and romance. I can write about 4 paragraphs or one giant response if thatâs your cup of tea. Please forgive me for leaving for a break my brain was hurting. Hope to hear from you soon! MUAH đ
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