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Silly In Love

pairing: hyunjin x fem!reader

genre: fluff, suggestive

wc: 6.5k

synopsis: After all the ups and downs in your life, you find your save haven and marry the love you once dreamed of.

a/n: This is a little feel good sweet fic that I wanted to write after having an identity crisis lmao, hope y'all enjoy it!❤️ (we are so back baby!!!)

~ divider by: @dollywons

~ masterlist

"You have to choose carefully, Juliet. This is one of the most important decisions you'll make because you'll remember this day for the rest of your life." you looked at the woman sitting across from you who was currently staring intently at the catalogue you handed to her.

"I really like these hydrangeas." she exhaled. "But the peonies are so pretty too. It's really hard to decide, especially for me since I'm a libra, you know how undecisive we are." Juliet chuckled and looked up at you.

"Well, I can show you the weddings I did with these. Michael and Cheryl got married seven months ago and this is them, they had arrangements with the violet and white hydrangeas. But I suggest you look at the flowers and give yourself some time to think; you know combine them in your mind and something will definitely click into place." you suggested as Juliet chewed on her lip, her eyes running over the selections.

"Barely getting started and I am already confused." she chuckled again and you smiled, shaking your head.

"We chose the venue, that's a big step."

"Ugh, I really have no idea what I would do without you y/n." Juliet smiled, tilting her head at you.

"Don't worry, your wedding will be just like you always dreamed about and even better."

You arrived home, kicking your shoes off and sighing in relief. Before you could even take your jacket off, a pair of strong arms wrapped around you.

"My flower, I missed you." Hyunjin nuzzled into your hair, finding comfort in the smell of your shampoo. You chuckled in delight as your heart skipped a beat and you melted back into him.

"I missed you too, lover." your eyes closed as you touched his arms, his skin soft under your fingertips. "Did you make dinner?" you frowned in confusion as you smelled food.

"No, I ordered. I didn't want a repeat of the last time." he snickered and you let out a little laugh.

"Yeah, we don't want a fire squad pulling you out of a burning building." you shook your head with a smile and turned towards him, your eyes finally settling on his.

The softest smile spread on his face and it seemed as if he was staring into your soul not just at your surface. It always felt like that with Hyunjin, it felt like he understood you without you having to say what's on your mind, it was like he always knew just what you needed. Like he was always a part of you, your soulmate.

"Have some faith in me." he whined playfully and you chuckled.

"I will, if I am there to supervise." you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and he pulled you closer, not wasting any more time as he pressed his lips against yours.

You melted into the kiss, your entire body becoming putty in Hyunjin's arms as he took your breath away.

"Come on, you must be hungry." there was a glint in Hyunjin's eyes as he said that, his hands grabbing yours and leading you to the dining room suspiciously excitedly.

"Are you planning something?" you eyed him and he laughed.

"Maybe."

As you walked into the dining room, your breath was taken away once again. Hyunjin had made an effort to set a romantic scene with flowers, mood lighting and candles. He even took out the fine china you had stored away for special occasions. The food smelled delicious and you recognized the meal was from your favorite restaurant, the one you and Hyunjin had your first date at.

"Hyunjin! What is all this?" your heart skipped several beats as you took in the sight.

"A romantic dinner for my favorite person?" he smirked mischievously as he pulled out a chair for you to sit down.

"Did I forget about some anniversary or something?" you asked, looking around the table curiously. Hyunjin liked celebrating every milestone with you; the first date, the first kiss, the first 'I love you' exchanged, the first time you spent the night together... So, you started panicking a little that this last wedding you were planning screwed with your mind, making you forget some important date.

"No, no!" Hyunjin chuckled, noticing you were becoming upset and he reached out to grab your hand immediately, squeezing it to calm you down. "I just wanted us to have a nice dinner together in the comfort of our home. I know you've been stressed with your last client's wedding and this is a good way to relax, maybe even with a warm bath later?" Hyunjin added, winking at you and you chuckled, slapping his arm playfully, his attempts at flirting still got your heart racing and your cheeks flushing even after three years of dating.

"Okay, okay." you smiled. "Thank you."

"You know you don't have to thank me. But if you are thankful, there's a few ways you could show me." he smirked and you raised your hand to slap his arm again and he dodged the 'attack' skilfully, making both of you giggle at the silly vibes between you.

As you started eating and conversing with your lover, the weight from your shoulders started lifting slowly but surely, the stress of the day melting away into the background, the only thing existing in that moment was Hyunjin and his shiny smile, his soft voice and sweet giggles.

Simple moments with him were your favorite so when he suddenly became nervous and started figdeting around dessert time, you tilted your head at him, feeling the change in the air between you.

"You okay?" you asked him and Hyunjin looked up from the table with wide eyes, looking like a deer caught in headlights.

"Actually, I did have a little agenda with this dinner." he smiled nervously and you raised an eyebrow.

"Oh?" you looked at him expectantly.

Hyunjin took a deep breath and pulled a little velvet box out of his pocket. You let out a loud gasp, your heart almost stopping in your chest as you stared at his hands opening the box to reveal a beatiful engagement ring. Then, he kneeled and looked up at you.

"Y/n, the moment I looked at you for the first time I knew you were the woman I was going to marry and spend the rest of my life with. I know it sounds cheesy but I knew I loved you right away, I knew my soul recognized yours because we loved each other in every universe that ever existed. So, would you make me the happiest man alive and be my wife so I can love you in this universe forever too?" Hyunjin spoke breathlessly and gently, a thin sheen of sweat covered his skin as his heart started beating quickly in his chest.

You didn't even realize you were crying for a moment, it felt as if you were having an out of body experience while the man you loved more than anything stared up at you hopefully, his hands trembling as he held the ring.

"Oh my god! Yes, a million times yes!" you shouted out with joy, throwing yourself on him which cause him to stumble a little but he managed to grip the little box, keeping the ring safe.

"I love you." Hyunjin cried too, tears of happiness streaming down his cheeks as you kissed him silly, your giggles melting together in one big bubble of love.

He then slid the ring on your finger and you admired it, staring at the way it shined as your mind drifted off to three years ago.

"Trish, please call my 8 o'clock and tell her to come at 9 instead. And please take out all the flower catalogues, have them waiting on my table together with a cup of black coffee cause I already had one and it is not helping." you groaned into the phone, trying to hold it pinched between your cheek and shoulder as you balanced a few venue catalogues, the sealed half-emtpy coffee cup and your car keys.

"Consider it done." your assistant paused. "You okay? Fun weekend?" the teasing in her tone was evident.

"Eventful." you groaned, looking at your reflection in the car window for a moment after you locked it.

You sighed deeply and started walking towards the elevator that would take you up to your office, as your thoughts started swirling.

You had visited your mother this weekend and it went as it always did; being compared to your sister who was 'more successful' and 'more advanced' than you were. You owned a wedding planning business, always on the sideline of other people's happiness while your sister was the happy one. The one who had a perfect job, perfect husband and perfect children.

The 40 hours you spent with them were enough to ruin your entire month, let alone today. Your mother thought your sister was perfect, but you saw the way her husband ignored her and kept checking his phone when he thought no one was looking. You noticed how she chewed on her lip nervously, itching to smoke a cigarette to forget for a just a few minutes whatever shit was going on between them and yet they smiled. As if everything was alright. It made you sick to your stomach.

You shook your head as you neared the elevator but before you could step any closer to it, your heel snapped and your body flew towards the concrete, the magazines hitting the ground and the coffee cup opening and spilling all over the pages, your phone smacking against the ground too as you fell face first, almost kissing the ground.

"Motherfucker!" you yelled out in frustration, quickly grabbing the magazine and trying to shake off the spilled coffee from the pages.

"This is what I get." you muttered to yourself, picking up everything that fell and slowly standing up. You groaned when you looked down at yourself, your blouse and skirt were now ruined with whatever grease and dirt was on the floor and your knees had little scrapes all over them.

You quickly took your now broken shoes off and tiptoed angrily towards the elevator, pressing the button harshly like it was at fault for everything.

When you finally arrived to your office, your assistant gasped as she took in the sight of you. Trish ran towards you immediately, helping you carry your stuff and before she could comment on it, you shook your head.

"Monday mornings." you said and she exhaled, shaking her head.

"Listen-"

"Trish, I'm really not in the mood now. I've been having the crappiest few days and I don't need lectures, okay?"

"No, it's not that, it's-"

"Just let me take a breather and drink some damn coffee. I'm already fucking sick of this day-" your mouth shut instantly as you walked into your office. A woman was standing there and the way she looked at you made it clear that you seemed as if you just ran away from the psychiatric ward.

"Your 8 o'clock is here, she came in early before I had a chance to call her and postpone." Trish grimaced and you stood there barefoot, bleeding, your clothes ruined and your hair messy as the coffee still dripped from the magazine. The earth never opened up before but there is always a first time for everything and you hoped it was one of those times now.

"I was trying to tell you." Trish added and you bit on your lip.

"Don't." you said as the woman kept staring at you.

"Monday mornings." you repeated your earlier sentence, hoping you didn't make a complete fool of yourself.

"I think I left my stove on." the woman said and slipped out awkwardly, like she was trying to run away from you as soon as possible.

"Wait, miss Scott!" you yelled after her but she waved nervously and disappeared behind the corner towards the elevator you just came from.

"She's not coming back, is she?" you sighed.

"Nope." Trish shook her head.

"Trish!" two hours later, you were done answering emails and phone calls, as well as preparing some other things for another wedding you were currently handling. Your coffee cup was empty, your hair was lifted in a messy bun with a pencil from your table and you changed into another suit you had at work. Good thing you kept some clothes in your office just in case of emergencies like this one.

"Yes?" your assistant peeked into your office.

"Where is the damn florist? He should've been here twenty minutes ago!"

"Oh, right. He called and apparently, his wife is sick so he is sending his apprentice to you." Trish explained.

"He should've labeled his apprentice with a sticker that says 'urgent' because I have two other meetings today." you sighed, massaging your temples and Trish giggled.

"Oh, I think he's here now." she turned around and you heard some commotion together with quiet mumbling that sounded suspiciously like cursing.

"Let him in." you waved your hand and she giggled again.

You waited for the apprentice to come in and before he did, a huge arrangement of flowers appeared first.

"Ugh..." a voice groaned behind all the flowers and you raised your eyebrow.

"Hello?" you said awkwardly and suddenly it was as if you started experiencing deja vu; the apprentice tripped, making all the flowers fly everywhere with him landing on top of them, his long limbs sprawled in a funny manner as he crushed all the poor flowers.

"Oh my god, are you okay?!" you stood up immediately, still barefoot as you walked between all the flowers and tried to help the man up.

"No." he muttered into the roses before he looked up at you.

The watery eyes and the little pout on his face made you giggle.

"Monday mornings." you nodded and reached your hand out which he hesitantly took.

"Please don't laugh at me, this is the most embarrassing moment of my life." he said, standing up and looking around at the mess he made in your office as his cheeks reddened.

"Don't worry, I know how that feels." you chuckled.

"You sure? I don't think you'd know how it feels to make a complete fool out of yourself in front of the most beautiful woman in existence."

It was your turn to blush.

"Are you flirting with me?" you asked, feeling dumbfounded as you stared at this peculiar man in front of you.

He looked around with a smug smirk and then chuckled.

"I don't see anyone else here, do you?" he asked and you rolled your eyes, a smile still on your face.

"You're very cheeky." you brushed him off, bending down as you started picking up the flowers.

"Thanks, I think." he chuckled, gathering the flowers too. "I'm really sorry about the mess, I'm sure this was not my best introduction. I swear I'm a good florist! Mr. Davis taught me everything I needed to know." Hyunjin stood straight, suddenly looking like a good student waiting to be praised and you couldn't help but giggle.

"I mean, if he trusts you with his flowers, I trust you too. Although, I think he'd cry a little if he saw what you just did to them." you teased and Hyunjin's cheeks reddened just a little.

"He would definitely cry." Hyunjin agreed and you laughed.

"Well, the flowers are still in a pretty good shape, you can arrange them again, right? Cause my 11 o'clock will be here soon." you said, glancing at your watch.

"Yeah, I'll be done in no time." Hyunjin smiled and started arranging the flowers. You sat at your desk, pretending to work on your laptop but your eyes were focused on Hyunjin instead. You loved the way his hair fell over his eyes and he kept brushing it back behind his ear while he worked; it seemed like that was almost comforting to him rather than annoying. His hands were delicate and gentle with the flowers and you bit your lip, remembering how soft his hand was when you helped him up. His plump lips parted in concentration and your insides fluttered.

You were sure this man knew how to love a woman, in more ways than one.

"Anything interesting on that screen of yours?" Hyunjin smirked, not even glancing at you and you jolted a little, feeling the heat creeping on your skin.

"Just work stuff." you quickly looked back at the emails that were still opened from earlier but all you could see was Hyunjin and the way he handled the flowers.

"And done." he smiled to himself as he admired his handiwork.

You stood up and made your way to the bouquet and a gasp left your lips. It looked as if the flowers never even touched the ground. Somehow, he made the arrangment look even prettier than before.

"It's beautiful." you said and he smiled as he looked at you.

"It sure is." Hyunjin said with a little smirk and you threw him a look.

"What are you doing for your lunch break?" he added and your heart skipped a beat as you looked at him. He was being serious with the flirting.

"Um, eating lunch?"

"Hopefully with me." he winked and you didn't know if you wanted to slap the smug smirk off his face or kiss him until you were both breathless.

"I- I usually eat with Trish." you said, feeling a bit apprehensive about going to lunch with a stranger no matter how pretty he was and how sweet he seemed.

"Maybe she won't mind some time alone while you and I eat together." he tried again and you chuckled.

"I might just eat in my office while working, I got in late today and I still have two meetings and other things-"

"I get it, you can just say no." Hyunjin chuckled. "But, we'll be seeing each other more now and I'll ask again. If you say no three times, I won't bother you anymore, though I think you'd benefit by saying yes to me."

You raised your eyebrow at him and the slightly cocky attitude.

"And how would I benefit from that?"

"That's something you'd have to see when you go out with me." he smirked teasingly. "Have fun with your 11 o'clock. Hope she likes the flowers." Hyunjin added before giving you another wink and leaving you dumbfounded in your office.

That was just the beginning.

The second time you saw Hyunjin was when you actually visited the flower shop, needing to take some pictures of the new flowers and bouquets.

He looked up from the counter, his hair in a half updo as he held a paintbrush in his hand.

"Y/n!" his eyes started shining as a big smile spread on his face instantly. It was enough to make you blush.

"Hi, I think Trish called you this morning to tell you I'd come around 10 and take some pics of the flowers for my magazines."

"Yes and I was expecting you." he put his paintbrush down and wiped his hands on his jeans before grabbing a cup of coffee and bringing it to you. "I asked her how you like to take your coffee and ordered some." he smiled, looking like he craved to be praised again.

"Oh." you were a little taken aback by the sweet gesture but you accepted the cup from his hand, your fingers brushing against his briefly, electrifying your entire body. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." he smiled as he watched you take a sip. "I can help set up the flowers for better pictures." Hyunjin added when you put the coffee cup aside, your cheeks feeling a little warmer.

"Sure." you nodded and you both got to work. Hyunjin made sure the backdrop and lighting looked good for all the bouquets and you were thankful that he was as creative as you were, the two of you working as a team, as if you've been doing this every day. The pictures turned out so beautiful, even better than the ones you used to take while Mr. Davis was here.

"Wow, these look really good." you looked at your camera as you shuffled through the pics and he leaned over your shoulder, his body hovering behind yours. You almost dropped the camera as his intoxicating perfume surrounded you, the warmth of his body radiating on yours, his breath hitting your neck.

"I think we both deserve a reward for the good job we've done."

You slowly turned to look at him and stepped back as you noticed just how close he was. Your heart sped up in your chest as you gripped your camera.

"And what might that be?" you raised an eyebrow, trying to sound nonchalant.

"How about we get some dessert with the coffee and call it a date?"

You almost choked on your spit. He was really serious about flirting with you.

"I- um, I gotta go back to my office, I have to put in a request for a catalogue and I have some people arriving-"

"That's a second no then." he stopped your rambling with a smirk. "Third time's the charm."

He was definitely not giving up.

And the third time really was something special.

It was a few weeks after you took the pictures in the flower shop and both you and Hyunjin attended a wedding rehearsal. You were there to supervise everything since you were the couple's main wedding planner and Hyunjin got there to help you out; mostly with the flowers. But he was also eager to bring you coffee and help you with anything else you needed help with. Even with Trish there, it seemed more as if he was your assistant and not her because he just wasn't letting the poor woman do her job.

Trish only smirked on the side when she saw you blushing profusely as Hyunjin practically jumped around you like an eager puppy.

As the couple finally got to your favorite part, the vows, you stared at them with a proud smile and teary eyes. Hyunjin observed you, a soft smile etched on his face as he took in the sight of the longing in your shiny eyes.

Something swelled inside you as you stood on the side, watching people who were in love getting their happy ever after for the hundredth time. Always them, but never you. You didn't even notice the tear that slipped down your cheek at first, not until Hyunjin's slender fingers slid between yours and he gently squeezed your hand. You stood frozen for a moment and slowly turned to look at him, seeing him smiling at the couple.

"That could be us, you know." he said suddenly and you laughed, wiping the tear away.

"Skipping to getting married already?" you chuckled as your heart started beating fast in your chest. "What happened to a first date?"

He chuckled too as he looked at you, his thumb moving against your skin slowly.

"After we finish here, let me take you out to dinner."

You chewed on your lip as you stared into his eyes, so warm and sincere; you'd never seen eyes that felt so welcoming and comforting as his.

"Fine, you can take me out to dinner." you sighed, acting annoyed in a playful manner.

"Yes! I knew it, third time's the charm!" he laughed and pulled you into a hug, surprising you as you grabbed onto his arms so you wouldn't lose your balance and knock everything over.

"I guess it really is." you muttered into his shoulder, inhaling the comforting smell of the fabric softener he used, fresh and floral.

"You won't regret this decision ever." he promised, his grip tightening around you a little.

And he never broke that promise since that day on.

"Y/n?" Hyunjin's voice brought you back to present time, the shine of the ring on your finger seeming even more magical after thinking about the past.

"Oh, sorry." you chuckled. "I was just thinking."

"About?" he asked with a smile as he sat back on the chair and grabbed your hands in his gently.

"How we met and started dating." you looked at him, your eyes shining and reflecting love from his.

"That was fun actually. I wasn't gonna let you walk out of my life. I knew we were meant to be together as soon as I laid my eyes on you." Hyunjin kissed your hands.

"You were insistent but I'm glad you were because I was a little closed off. Even though I knew something good could come out of it, I was afraid." you sighed.

"I was afraid too. But I would never give up on us."

"I would never give up on us either." you kissed him sweetly, the promise sealed with your lips.

"Remember the first time we moved into this apartment?" Hyunjin asked suddenly as the two of you started cleaning up the kitchen.

"Oh, I remember." you laughed.

It was almost two years ago.

"Watch out!" you yelled between giggles as Hyunjin carried you up the stairs of your building, almost tripping on a step and dropping you down. Hyunjin laughed and held you tighter as he continued carrying you to the entrance of your new apartment.

"Gotta put you down now." he said and you gave him a look. "Gently." he added with a chuckle.

The moment you entered the apartment, even though the place wasn't completely furnished both of you saw your future in there, not an empty space. You saw flowers by the windowsill, you saw a couch where Hyunjin and you would cuddle, you saw a table where the two of you would share meals and stories about your day, you saw the empty walls that would be adorned with his artwork.

Piece by piece and day by day the place would be filled up with you and the memories of your life shared together.

"I think we should celebrate this new chapter of our relationship in a special way." Hyunjin smirked, wiggling his eyebrows at you. You chuckled and threw your arms around his shoulders, pressing your body into his.

"What did you have in mind?" you teased, knowing full well what he was insinuating.

"How about we check our bedroom and spend a little time inspecting it? You know, to be sure." he grabbed your hand and led you to the room.

"Hyun, we don't even have a bed in there." you laughed as he swung open the door.

"There's a mattress." Hyunjin laughed with you, pulling you down and making you topple over him as you squealed in surprise. "It's good enough." he added, his hands rubbing your sides slowly.

"I guess it is. As long as you're here with me." you whispered, brushing your lips against his. Hyunjin smiled and captured your lips in his, his big hands running up and down your body, lifting your dress up subtly.

You sucked his bottom lip between your teeth, eliciting a deep groan out of him. When you leaned back to look at him, he smirked, his eyelids heavy with want. You returned the smirk and kissed his jaw, then sucked on a sensitive spot on his neck, relishing in the way he was clutching at you and moaning quietly but desperately.

Hyunjin melted with your kisses and touches as clothes started flying around right before he rolled you both over, now hovering over your body. You were trapped under him, desire burning inside you as Hyunjin's hands mapped out the familiar dips and curves of your body. His lips left a tingling fire everywhere they kissed, touched your skin and worshipped you. You grabbed at him, tugging him closer as you could never get enough of him.

You indulged in each other, completely in love and infatuated as the world around you disappeared; leaving only the two of you in your little cocoon of adoration.

Hours later as you laid next to each other, Hyunjin held your hand.

"I'm going to love you forever."

It was a promise Hyunjin knew he'd never break. And you were sure you'd always feel the same.

All of the memories you made during the last three years brought you this moment; with Hyunjin asking you to be by his side for the rest of your life.

You couldn't have found a better place to be at.

That night as you laid in bed together, you couldn't stop staring at the ring on your finger.

"Hey, you're finally gonna plan your own perfect wedding." Hyunjin chuckled as he wrapped his arms around you, bringing you closer to his warm body.

"Hm, I seem to know a perfect florist for my perfect wedding." you teased, tapping your chin as if you were deep in thought.

"Oh do you now? Is he handsome?" Hyunjin smirked at you.

"He is very handsome." you answered with a smirk of your own.

"Oh you are just trying to make me jealous, aren't you?" he continued the teasing and you laughed.

"Definitely, just asking for a reaction."

"Is this florist perhaps named Hyunjin?" he wiggled his eyebrows and you pretended to be shocked.

"How did you know that?" you continued the silly back and forth and Hyunjin laughed, pulling you closer and kissing you until you were breathless.

You sat at your desk, going through all the different catalogues. As you turned the smooth pages and looked at everything that was offered; you suddenly understood how it felt to be on the other side of the table. You were now trying to choose the perfect flowers, the perfect venue, the perfect band, the perfect napkins for the most important day of your life.

It was you who had to decide this time.

"Another cup?" Trish peered into your office, showing you a steaming cup of coffee she prepared for you.

"Please." you exhaled shakily and she chuckled as she walked in.

"Any progress?" she asked as she sat down across from you.

"There's so many options. I feel like I'm gonna go crazy." you shook your head.

"Didn't you once tell me you already had your perfect wedding in your mind?" Trish tilted her head curiously.

"I do, it's just... I don't know. I need to discuss it with Hyunjin, he wants to participate in all the planning."

"Then just tell him. Show him what your dream wedding looks like. He is your soulmate anyways, I'm sure you'll find there are many things you'd have in common."

"What if I did like a little scrapbook of my perfect wedding?" you sat up straight suddenly, excitement running through your body as a smile spread on your face.

"That sounds perfect! I'll help you." Trish smiled enthusiastically and so the two of you began working on a cute presentation of the wedding of your dreams.

For the next several hours, your office transformed into a whirlwind of lace clippings, swatches of fabric, magazine cutouts, and gel pens.

Every detail you added had meaning.

Trish helped you tie the whole thing together with gold thread and delicate pressed flowers from a bouquet Hyunjin had made for you weeks ago. When you finally closed the cover and tied the ribbon shut, your fingers trembled slightly.

"You think he'll like it?" you asked, staring at it like it was some fragile secret.

"Oh he'll love it. He is such a sap, just like you." Trish teased you with a wink and you plafully nudged her shoulder.

"I think this would be the right time to ask you to be my maid of honor." you added and Trish gasped before squealing and hugging you tightly.

"I think I'm gonna cry!" she whined and you chuckled when she let go of you and you could finally breathe properly.

"There will definitely be waterworks during this entire process."

Both of you giggled and Trish started raving about the entire thing, now with a new added layer of excitement. And you couldn't wait to see Hyunjin's reaction to the scrapbook.

In the evening, he arrived home carrying a fresh bouquet of flowers as he often did. As soon as the previous flowers wilted, Hyunjin would bring fresh ones to remind you of your love that was constantly blossoming as the two of you nurtured it. After putting it in fresh water, he joined you in the living room, peering over your shoulder curiously.

"What you got there?" he smirked and you chuckled before patting the empty spot next to you.

"It's for you. For us." you said as he sat down and you reached the scrapbook to him. He took it from your hands carefully like it was a delicate flower, untying the ribbon slowly. As he started turning the pages, he fell silent, his eyes observing everything you had put together.

"You added my artworks as decoration for the reception?" Hyunjin looked up at you with a shiny smile and you nodded.

"I wanted our wedding to be unique, to have something that's only ours."

"Y/n this is the sweetest thing ever!" Hyunjin giggled, enveloping you in a warm hug.

"You like it?" you asked, voice muffled by his shoulder.

"I love it, it's perfect for us. I can't wait to marry you and be yours forever." he sighed happily before attacking you with kisses.

"Me too." you giggled between the attacks, hoping the two of you always stay blissfully in love just like you are now.

The late afternoon sun dipped low, casting a golden glow over the garden. Lanterns swayed gently in the breeze, and soft music floated in the air, mingling with the scent of fresh flowers that were courtesy of Hyunjin's careful, loving handiwork.

Everything was as you had always dreamed, and yet nothing could compare to this moment. You stood at the altar, hands trembling just slightly in Hyunjin's, your eyes locked on his. He looked calm, steady, beautiful. He looked like home.

The moment you've been waiting on your entire life had finally come; it was time to say your vows.

A hush fell over the crowd and you took a deep breath in, trying to calm your nerves.

For years, you had watched countless brides stand where you were now. You always stood to the side, clipboard in hand, heart swelling but silent as they spoke to their loved ones and now you were about to do the same.

Your voice wavered at first but grew steadier with each word.

"I've heard so many love stories from behind the scenes. And I always wondered what mine would sound like, if I would ever find the words, or the person who made them real." you squeezed Hyunjin's hands, your eyes glistening.

"Then I met you. And suddenly, I didn't have to imagine anymore.”

He smiled softly, already blinking back tears.

"You taught me what patience looks like. What gentleness sounds like. What it means to be seen, even when I didn't know I wanted to be. You gave me flowers when I gave excuses. You gave me time when I gave chaos. And you loved me, not despite the mess but through it."

Your voice cracked, but you kept going, tears now streaming down your cheeks.

"So I promise to love you in every season. In quiet mornings and late-night storms. I promise to listen when it's hard, and speak when it's easier to hide. I promise to protect the soft parts of you the world might overlook. And I promise to always keep one corner of our home blooming with whatever you decide is in season."

You laughed through a sob. Hyunjin chuckled, his eyes wet as he stared at you with so much love.

"I'm so glad it was you." you whispered. "It was always supposed to be you."

Hyunjin smiled through tears, holding your hands a little tighter as he took a shaky breath.

"Okay" he said with a small laugh. "No pressure after that, right?"

The guests chuckled gently, and you let out a breathless laugh, your heart full.

He looked down for a second, collecting himself, then back at you with those soft, dark eyes that always made you feel like you were the only one in the room.

"I knew you were the one before I even saw your face." he began. "All I saw at first were your shoes. Because I was flat on my face in your office."

More laughter.

"I had this whole plan, walk in, introduce myself, show off my flower arrangements, maybe charm you a little. Instead, I tripped over your doormat and spilled a dozen of flowers all over the floor."

He shook his head with a crooked smile, and you laughed, biting your lip, the memory vivid in both of your minds.

"I tried flirting to recover my pride. You ignored it."

More chuckles from the guests.

"I asked you out three times. You turned me down twice. And honestly… thank you for that. Because by the third time, when you finally said yes, I already knew I wanted forever. I had time to fall in love with your mind, your stubbornness, your work ethic, your heart, even before our first date."

His voice softened.

"You are the most brilliant kind of storm. Focused and wild, graceful and messy, with the ability to create beauty wherever you go. Even when you don't notice it."

He paused to steady his breath, eyes glimmering.

"So I promise to stand with you in the storms and the calm. I promise to always bring you coffee when you're too busy to remember it yourself. I promise to hold your hand when things fall apart and remind you, gently, that we know how to put things back together."

He smiled, a tear slipping down his cheek.

"And I promise to fall for you every day. Even if it means falling flat on my face… again."

The guests laughed, and you were crying now, your heart full and warm.

"I love you and I'm so, so glad you said yes. On the third time. At exactly the right time."

The officiant gave you a moment before speaking again. "By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife…"

You didn't wait for the rest as you pulled Hyunjin into a kiss before the words even finished, laughter on your lips and love in your chest.

The crowd erupted into cheers and applause, but all you could hear was Hyunjin's heartbeat, steady against yours.

You had planned a hundred weddings. But this one was yours and it was perfect.

When the two of you parted, you could see Trish wiping her tears away with a napkin and your mother giving you a genuine smile.

You looked back at Hyunjin and saw your future in his eyes, full of love and laughter, knowing that even when things get hard you'd be there to pick each other up and be a shoulder to lean on.

"You know, as much as I am enjoying all this, I can't wait for us to be alone." Hyunjin whispered in your ear as he wrapped his arms around you.

You smirked and leaned in closer, brushing your lips against his ear.

"Patience, Mr. Florist. You didn't spend two weeks making a seating chart just to skip the cake." you teased.

"As long as I get to have you for the rest of my life."

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jeonginsleftcheek · 3 days ago

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NOOO I EXPECTED THEM ALL TO GET TOGETHER LMAO😭😂

i love this series sm🤭🩷💜

dark angel | h. hyunjin + l. felix

pairing: demon!hyunjin x angel!fem!reader x angel!felix

genre: fantasy, angst, smut

synopsis: after a long and exciting night with your precious demon protector, you get paid a visit from someone you never thought you’d see again.

cw: MDNI, religious inaccuracies, mentions of abusive behavior and relationships (not felix or hyunjin), jealousy, possessiveness, scars (not self-harm), felix is a wee-bit controlling and needy (so needy like it’s crazy), obsessive behavior, cheating (not hyunjin or felix), sex in a forest, vaginal fingering, cum swallowing, unprotected sex (don’t do it), p.i.v, oral (f!recieving), the drama in this fic go crazy

let me know if i'm missing anything!!

wc: 8239

other parts: sweet angel | fallen angel | dark angel

a/n: finally we got the long-awaited part three to the sweet angel series!! with a lot of spice, new lore, and dramaaaaaa!! leave a like, comment (please i would love to know your thoughts), and reblog if you enjoyed it! <333

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The bedroom was completely dark. You’ve tried to fall asleep, especially right after Hyunjin gave you another night of pleasure. His fiery kisses still lingered on your skin, his touch left goosebumps all over your delicate skin, and his breath made your greying wings flutter. You should be able to fall asleep, but you couldn’t. And you didn’t know why. It wasn’t because of some bad dream you’ve had. Frankly, your bad dreams have lessened with the more time you’ve spent with Hyunjin. You just couldn’t shake off this weird feeling. The feeling that sat very deep within your soul, forcing you to stay awake. You didn’t know how to define it.

It wasn’t anxiety, it wasn’t sadness, and it wasn’t necessarily happiness. So what could it be? You turned on your side in the bed to see that Hyunjin’s face was very much buried in his pillow, but his arm was wrapped around your waist, holding your bare body close to his. His thin, leathery demon tail was also wrapped around you as an extra means of securing you. He looked so beautiful when he was asleep, you thought. For a demon, he seemed pretty peaceful when he slept. He could be dreaming about the darkest and devious parts of the universe, but no one would’ve guessed with the way he was sleeping.

He slept like an angel, you thought. You wanted to stay in the bed, reveling in the cool black silk sheets that smelled of sex and Hyunjin’s sinful cologne, but you still couldn’t shake the feeling off. You could only lie back and stare at the ceiling, not even bothering to admire the plain spruce ceiling. You sighed and figured that maybe you needed to just get a breath of fresh air. If you could call Hell’s air that.

You carefully unwrapped Hyunjin’s tail around your waist and gently broke out of his embrace. You slipped out of the bed, your bare body immediately feeling the cool air. Goosebumps formed all over your body once more, and you quickly grabbed Hyunjin’s silk maroon robe from the floor. The same robe he was wearing that had made your mouth water and your pussy wet. You blushed at the not-so-distant memory. Hyunjin in his robe, ready for bed, and you wanting to beg for it, but of course, your sweet angel mind couldn’t muster up enough confidence to do so. So all he did was tease. Tease you for the lustful look in your eyes, and tease you for leaving a wet patch in his silk sheets. That was right before he finally decided to join you on the bed and fuck you with his hard cock.

Your heart skipped a beat, and you felt physically weak, remembering it all over again. However, the weird feeling still wouldn’t go away, even if you were thinking of fond memories like that. You sighed and put on the silk robe to at least keep yourself a little protected from the surprisingly cold air around you, letting your wings go through the slits in the back. The robe was loose-fitted on you, but you didn’t complain. You then walked towards the open balcony in the room, going past the thin flowing curtains. You just stood there, wrapping your arms around you, and stared at the scenery: dark, twining trees that looked like they were on the verge of death, murky rivers flowing around the castle, and no signs of real life or true light. There was no moonlight in Hell, so the only light there was in the room was the tall candle lights placed on the open balcony.

Come to think of it, you haven’t explored much of Hell. You only stayed in Hyunjin’s castle, keeping yourself busy with reading books, gazing at the art in the halls, and even dressing pretty for him after he came back from making sure his territory was secure. You didn’t think to leave the castle at all, or maybe whatever interest you seemed to have, you suppressed. You couldn’t help but wonder more about Hell. What was it truly like? Was it like the Hell your Guardian Angel told you and fearmongered you about? Or was it something completely different?

The weird feeling in you wouldn’t stop growing. Your heart began to pick up a pace and race, and your legs were beginning to feel weak. You wanted to fly away to shake it off, but something felt wrong about flying. Your gray wings opened slightly, and you felt the air in your lungs thin a little. That was until you saw something fly past you, creating a huge gust of wind. Your heart stopped from the sudden scare, but it began to race again when you heard a familiar whisper.

“Y/N?”

The voice was familiar. Terrifyingly familiar. And it left nothing but a strange ache in your heart, and your wings twitched. You quickly turned around, wanting to retreat into Hyunjin’s room, only to feel the pull you haven’t felt in a long time. Your feet stopped against your will, and you couldn’t help but look back at the balcony to see…him.

An angel standing before you. An angel unlike any other. His clothes were white and pure—simple and a little prince-like. His hair was medium length and blonde like the sun, his wings were big and white like snow, and angelic was an understatement to describe his face. He stood there, his eyes widened with shock and relief as he stared at you. No wonder you couldn’t shake off the strange feeling. It was because he was here.

“Y/N?” he asked.

“Felix?” you whispered, not really knowing if you should’ve answered.

Felix walked up to you and immediately pulled you in close for a hug. His wings embraced you alongside his arms, and your nose was stuffed with his heavenly fragrance. The fragrance that you once called your haven for so long. His touch sent shivers of familiarity up and down your body. Your mind was still trying to process everything. Every thought jumbled up, and all the memories coming back to you at once, like quickly flipping the pages of a book non-stop. And you didn’t push him away. You instinctively let yourself into the warmth you haven’t felt in so long.

“Oh my goodness, I finally found you,” Felix said, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. His voice made your stomach churn. “I was so scared for you when you left the Palace.”

“Am I dreaming?” you asked.

“No, Love,” he moved a little away from you to get a good look at your eyes. He smiled so sweetly that it cracked something deep in your heart. “You’re not dreaming, and I’m here. You’re finally safe.”

“You were looking for me?”

“Yes, I was. Now we can go—”

“But…why?” you couldn’t think straight. Your heart pounded, your blood was running cold, and you felt like you couldn’t breathe.

“Why?” Felix looked at you with confusion, not understanding why you weren’t looking so ecstatic as he thought. “Because I wanted to—”

“Angel?” Hyunjin tiredly groaned from his bed.

You immediately looked behind you and quickly got out of Felix’s grip to go back inside the room. Felix didn’t understand anything that just happened, and he certainly didn’t understand why you went back inside like a lost rabbit finally finding its hole in the ground. Felix raised his eyebrow, but the moment he saw Hyunjin’s figure, he had to hide himself for a moment and ask questions later.

“Why are you not in bed, Sweetheart?” Hyunjin asked, with his soft and velvet voice. He slowly sat up in the bed, and you just stood there, looking very unsure and overwhelmed.

“Oh, uhh…” You said, with your wings drooping. “I just couldn’t sleep.”

“Couldn’t sleep? Why? Do you want more?” Hyunjin smirked.

“Hyunjin!” you blushed.

“I’m just teasing, Angel. Come here.”

Hyunjin sat up and rested his back against the iron headboard of the bed, revealing more of his bare chiseled chest that always left you breathless. He then patted his lap. Without reluctance, you crawled back on the bed to straddle Hyunjin, his demon eyes already scanning your body like you have nothing to hide.

“You look troubled…” he said.

“I’m not,” you denied, trying to come up with some lie. “I just…the view outside the balcony was unpleasant.”

You twiddled your thumbs, hoping that he would just not press you about anything, and thankfully, he only let out a laugh.

“Alright, Angel,” Hyunjin said as he combed your delicate hair with his long fingers. “Well, you can forget about that view and only focus on the view right here.”

He pulled you closer, his hands reaching under the silk robe you’re wearing to squeeze the plushness of your thighs. You blushed more, slightly squirming. Hyunjin held your face gently, looking deep into your eyes and analyzing the pretty lips that were slightly bruised from his rough kisses from before. And you could only look into his eyes. The eyes that have tempted you so much without even trying.

“Hell, you’re gorgeous, Angel,” Hyunjin said, “Takes my breath away every time.”

Hyunjin then pulled you closer for a kiss, a deep and slow kiss. Your body melted, and you kissed him back, immediately letting all the worry and strange feeling in your soul slip away. Meanwhile, Felix’s eyes were peering behind the curtains of the balcony, and his heart sank. It couldn’t be. What do you mean that you were right in front of him, kissing a demon? Not even just kissing. The way the demon’s hands were traveling down your body, grabbing your waist like he owned you. Felix’s wings drooped, his teeth gritted, and his free fist tightened with the fire starting to form in the pit of his swirling stomach. Impossible. Surely, this must be some accident. The curtains then blew away, another gust of wind passing by, interrupting another deep kiss between you and Hyunjin.

“What was that?” Hyunjin asked.

You looked back to see the curtains flowing, your heart sinking at the reminder that Felix was there. You then returned your gaze to Hyunjin, uncertainty painted across your face.

“Must’ve been the wind,” Hyunjin shrugged before going back to kissing your shoulder and feeling the tension in your muscles. “Angel…”

“Hmm?”

“You still seem bothered. Was the outside view really that unpleasant?”

Hyunjin pulled back to look at you once more, gently holding your chin and scanning your delicate face. Meanwhile, you wanted him to just go back to kissing you and making you forget everything. Everything but him.

“I’m fine, Hyune,” you lied again, avoiding his gaze.

“Are you sure, Love?” Hyunjin pulled you closer by the chin. “You don’t have to hide anything from me.”

You nodded your head immediately, just wanting him not to ask anything else. Thankfully, Hyunjin wasn’t the type to interrogate, but you also knew that you couldn’t just get away with lying so easily in front of him. He knows a liar when he sees one, and with the way his jaw clenched slightly, his eyes narrowed, and his eyebrow raised, you could sense his suspicions.

“You don’t have to lie to me, Angel…” he said before his lips curved into a smirk, “That’s a sin, remember?”

“Shut up,” you pouted before crossing your arms and looking away from him.

“Okay, okay,” Hyunjin kissed your cheek, never failing to make your face go pink. “I won’t bother you about it anymore.”

Silence was between you both, and you were relieved that Hyunjin stopped trying to get an answer out of you.

“I do love you, Angel,” he said, breaking the silence. “And as your protector, I only want to keep you happy. Are you happy with me?”

His face was close to your ear, his velvet voice making you squirm, and his hold on your hips tightened with a little possessiveness. You were unsure how your wings didn’t break from your back like they should because you were so quick to break just for Hyunjin. You should be ashamed. Ashamed that you, an angel, a being that’s supposed to embody good and purity, were deeply in love with a demon, but you didn’t care. He gave you more happiness and pleasure than anyone could ever give. He saved you from your torturous Guardian Angel when no one else could.

“Yes, you make me happy,” you said, “You always make me happy, Hyunjin.”

“Well, that’s good to hear,” Hyunjin smiled softly. The softest smile you thought a demon could never have for so long. You were told a demon couldn’t smile like that because a demon won’t ever know what happiness felt like. “My precious Angel.”

Hyunjin kissed you once more, and you blushed and kissed him back. The kiss was soft, but a little firm. It was more like an assertion of his love. You were his in every way, and you wouldn’t trade it for anything else. However, even with Hyunjin’s very firm, loving, and possessive kisses, the strange feeling deep in your soul remained. And his voice couldn’t stop playing in your head, the feeling of his large angel wings embracing you wouldn’t leave your skin, and your heart ached at the fact that you left him behind. Felix…

x•x•x•x

It was the next morning, and you couldn’t stop staring at the mirror. Hyunjin was in the bath, but you felt the need to impress him. You were dressed in something he gifted you: a simple black dress that perfectly fit around you. It was short and a little revealing as usual, and it had cute lace trimmings on the cleavage and the hem. It was different than the white dresses you have worn since the beginning of time. You loved how it looked on you. Maybe it was because Hyunjin picked out the dress, but it definitely made you feel a bit more confident in your skin. You especially loved how your graying wings would match with the black dress better than your white dresses. You grabbed a lipstick on the vanity that matched you well, and you were ready to apply it—

“So…a demon lover?”

Your body stilled. Your heart stopped. Your stomach swirled, the strange feeling returning. You dropped your lipstick at the sight of Felix in your mirror, standing behind you with his arms crossed and his wings open. You couldn’t tell what expression he had on his face, but he definitely wasn’t pleased by the way he talked. His voice was dry and confused.

“Tell me that isn’t true, Y/N,” he said.

You didn’t want to say anything back, not when your heart began to ache so much.

“Please, Y/N…” he said again, his voice almost pleading. His gaze averted from you to the messy maroon silk sheets in the bed, his mind already imagining the forbidden, making his stomach sick.

“Why are you here, Felix?”

“Why am I here? I needed to find you, and I want to know why you didn’t come to me when you left your Guardian.”

You turned away from the mirror to actually meet Felix face-to-face. You could see the hurt in his brown doe eyes from a mile away, which also made your heart sink.

“You know why I couldn’t,” you said.

“I could’ve protected you,” Felix shook his head before he took careful steps toward you, as he let his finger gently graze over the soft edges of the large bed. “I promised you that I could set you free.”

Felix was now inches away from you, and his pure and white wings created a shadow over you, like a protective shield. You didn’t back away immediately, and you couldn’t bring yourself to either. The longing in his eyes was too much, as he gently—like a feather—tilted your chin up to face him properly, just like he used to during the nights you ran to him when your Guardian wasn’t home. Felix remembered those nights just as well as you did. You with your pinned, clipped wings, face red and puffy with tears, and whatever marks your Guardian inflicted on you. Felix remembered you crying in his arms, needing to get whatever comfort you could out of him, and all Felix could do was kiss you through the pain, promising you that when the day comes, he will set you free.

“Was I just an escape to you?” he asked, his voice breathless and broken.

He caressed your face gently, like you were made out of glass. His heart ached and pounded, wanting to just snatch you away from this hellish castle and take you to whatever new haven he could find: a place full of purity and no sin. You couldn’t look Felix in the eye. Your stomach churned more, and your heart sank right deep into it.

“No, Felix…” you shook your head, an attempt to ease the heartbreak. “You weren’t just an escape to me…”

“Then why didn’t you come to me?” he asked, “Why did you let a demon capture you instead?”

“He didn’t capture me—”

“Y/N, he’s a demon. They do nothing but corrupt angels for their amusement. Look at your wings. They’re gray and wilting.”

“I haven’t fallen,” you said a little sternly.

“You’re on the path to.”

“Felix—”

“Just come with me, Y/N…please.”

You opened your mouth, but you closed it when you heard footsteps from behind the door to the bathroom. Your heart stopped, your mind immediately panicking and not wanting Hyunjin to see you with someone else. Before you could tell Felix to leave or hide away, he already took you in his arms and swiftly flew past from the balcony into the smoky orange sky. You screamed, but Felix’s grip on you was so tight that even if you squirmed, you couldn’t escape his grip.

“Felix! Put me down!!” you yelled.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, but this isn’t safe for you,” Felix said, his teeth gritting at the disgusting, thick, and humid air of Hell.

“I was safe at that castle!”

“With a demon? How could a castle with a demon be safe?”

“He didn’t snatch me away like this!”

“Seriously, Y/N, what has gotten into you? I don’t understand what you’re saying—”

“Put me down, Felix!!” you felt like you couldn’t breathe. Your wings weren’t small and pinned like Felix was used to, so you felt extremely crowded. And the air of Hell was also a displeasure to your lungs. It felt like it was burning you from the inside out, and no air was allowed in and only smoke. “I can’t breathe!!”

Felix looked down at you, seeing the discomfort across your face. He pursed his lips, and he immediately lowered himself and landed in the dense forest that was close to the castle: a forest where all the trees were old and decaying, the grass was yellow with some areas being the color of smoke, and no animals could be seen. The moment he reached the ground, he gently put you down. You were panting, trying to get back as much air as you could.

“I’m sorry—” Felix started.

“Get away from me!” You shoved Felix away and put some distance between you both. You then stood up and walked away from him, your arms crossed, and your head a mess. You didn’t want to be mad at him, but you were. You never thought you were even capable of that. “Just go back home, Felix.”

“How can I?” Felix stood up, immediately following you as you walked through the dark, decaying forest. “How can I just return to the Palace after finding you? I’ve searched everywhere for you, scared, wondering if you were even alive or dead. And now that I found you, how can I just go home without the one angel I swore to protect—”

“You didn’t protect me from shit!” You turned around, dead in your tracks. Felix’s eyes widened at your suddenly viscous tongue. Your glare was very accusatory, and you pointed your finger at him. “All the nights I spent with you, crying into your arms, pouring my heart out, begging for a way out…you did nothing to stop him. You…”

Your heart began to ache again, you hitched a breath, and tears began to pour and trickle down your face.

“You weren’t even the one who opened the cage.” More tears poured down your reddened cheeks. You tried to wipe them, but they couldn’t stop. Your legs felt weak with defeat, and your wings were sunken to the ground. “I only escaped because he did, to check on the burns he left on me the day before. Why didn’t you give me what you promised?”

Your tears poured and hit the ground. Your body was trembling. You embraced yourself with your wings, shielding yourself from the sight of the angel you thought you could spend forever with. Felix looked at you, hiding away in your wings like a frightened bird. There was a deep pang in his heart, and what’s worse is that he couldn’t blame you. All he ever wanted in his life was to worship the Lord and hold you close, but how could he get the very thing he wanted if he didn’t really try enough to save you? He wanted to cry too and curse his damn stupidity for even letting your Guardian Angel get the upper hand.

“I’m sorry…” Felix said, his voice strained. “I should’ve tried harder. I should’ve fought back.”

“Just go, Felix. Please…”

You looked up at him, your eyes glossed with tears and pain. The same kind of eyes you’d look at him with when you ran to him for the first time. Your Guardian Angel just burnt a permanent symbol onto your back as a claim of ownership, and the only person who could soothe the pain was Felix. Felix, who immediately asked you if you were okay, grabbed some healing gel to ease the burn and kissed your tears away. He even kissed the burn on your back as a reminder that he was the one who would stay right beside you and ease the pain. Felix sighed and walked towards you to pull you close once more. His arm was around your waist, just like it’s always been: snug and comforting, and his wings have covered you, protecting you from whatever evil was lurking.

“I can’t go,” he said, letting his hands comb your hair gently, like how he used to. “Not when you’re like this.”

“Felix,” you wanted to push him away, but his touch was so familiar that you didn’t want to let go immediately. What caught you off guard was feeling his tears pour onto your head like the rain.

“I tried to fight him, Y/N. I did. But, unlike angels like me, he was strong. And he threatened to hurt you again if I dared to confront him again…”

Felix took a small step back to slip off his loose-fitting white shirt, revealing a large scar across his chest. Your eyes widened, feeling a pang deep in your heart. The scar was old, but it also looked like a deep and nearly fatal scar. Your fingers reached to delicately trace the scar, and more tears began to form at the thought and image of your Guardian leaving it on Felix.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know—”

“Still doesn’t change the fact that I was a coward,” he couldn’t look at you, letting the shame he felt so long stitch onto his sleeve. “I should’ve stood my ground and fought back, but I didn’t because he said that if I did, he’d take you away from the Palace and hide you somewhere no one could find you.”

Even if you were mad that Felix didn’t save you, you didn’t think that your Guardian Angel would’ve hurt him like this. Your stomach grew sick, your heart ached more, and guilt was eating you up from the inside at the sight of Felix looking so broken and defeated. He sank his knees to the ground, and he looked at the ground, too ashamed to look you in the eye.

“I don’t know what I can do to make you forgive me,” he said, “But was I even deserving of it in the first place? I’m sorry, Y/N. I just want to keep you safe, but even I couldn’t do that.”

More tears poured down his eyes and landed on his now dirtied white trousers. His wings now limp with dejection. You pursed your lips, still feeling stuck between being mad at him and feeling sorry for him. You crouched down to the ground and gently held Felix’s chin to meet his eyes. Your soul melted when he held onto your wrist like it was the only thing anchoring him, nuzzling his tear-stained cheek into your palm.

“It’s not your fault,” you said, “I wish we had some other way.”

Felix kissed your hand, and your heart fluttered. He then looked at you with so much devotion and love, just like all those times you were alone with him. Your wings opened wide when you suddenly felt his lips on yours, his hands pulling you close by the waist with so much gentleness and care, as if you were fragile. You instinctively wrapped your arms around him, and blush crept up your face as you let him pour all of his love and pain into the kiss.

“Come with me then,” he said, his bottom lip wobbling a little and slightly brushing up against yours. “You can be safe, and I’ll be there to protect you.”

He kissed you again, and you didn’t stop him. You couldn’t, your mind swimming in the feeling of nostalgia and realizing just how much you truly missed him, Felix, an angel in every sense of the word. You pulled him closer and kissed him back, letting your thighs wrap around his hips. Felix’s lips then traveled from yours down to your neck, taking his time with you as if you were some art piece that needed to be analyzed, studied, and worshipped. You couldn’t help but let out a little whine when he carefully nipped at the crook of your neck, leaving some pink splotch.

“I love you so much, Y/N…” he said, his voice deep and husky that it sent shivers down your spine. His lips then reached the mounds of your breasts, and a rush of heat came down you when you felt the tent growing in his trousers. “My everything…”

“Felix—”

A moan escaped your lips when you felt his hand reach up under your dress to touch your clit through your panties, already soaking. Your back arched, your wings opened more, and your brain was fogging with every circle his finger made around your sensitive bud.

“I messed up before, but I can fix it,” Felix said, “Everything can be the same as they used to be. You, me…no one else…”

Your face was fully flushed, and you moved your hips to try and get more of his touch. Felix understood and slipped his fingers under your panties to thrust them up inside of you. You gasped and moaned, clutching onto his opened shirt, the butterflies in your stomach fluttering.

“Felix!” you whined.

“God, you feel so good, Love,” Felix groaned against your ear, thrusting two of his fingers harder, making you wetter. “I missed this so much…”

“Oh God!”

His fingers continued to move with precision, hitting your sweet spot like they always did. Felix knew you too well: the ins and outs to make you happy, pleasure included. He knew the exact speed and number of times he should thrust his fingers until you came. He was at the halfway point. You moaned and moaned, your pussy getting wetter with every thrust and every rub of your swollen clit. Meanwhile, Felix’s heart was pounding like crazy. He couldn’t get enough of your pleasured face, loving the way your eyes rolled back, the sounds you’d make, the way your pussy sucked his fingers in like they belonged there, and even the way some tears would trickle down your warm cheeks because of how overwhelmed you get.

“Felix…I’m gonna—” you whined.

“Let go, my love, let go,” he whispered before kissing your neck, and you clenched and spasmed all over his fingers, making a mess in your panties. You shivered and whined as Felix continued to fuck his fingers into you, trying to get as much out of you through your high. “God, you’re so perfect….more heavenly than Heaven.”

“Felix…”

Felix pulled his fingers out of you, coated in your slick, and without hesitation, he brought them to his lips, reveling in the sweet taste on his tongue.

“You taste better than any fruit in the Palace, Love,” he said before pulling you in for another kiss. This time, the kiss was a little rougher, and his grip on your hips was tighter. As if they were a statement of his love. Felix moaned against your lips, and you felt all the air leave your lungs when you kissed him back again. Your hands even found themselves running up and down his bare chest, which sent more shivers down his spine along with the heat down his hardness, coaxing a hitched breath out of you. You two then broke out of the kiss, and Felix panted softly, his hot breath steaming your face. “I need you, Y/N….please….let me have you….”

His voice was deep and full of desperation, and he gently laid you down in the ugly yellow grass. Your wings were spread out, your hair was fanned out, and your breath thinned when you looked more closely at his face. Felix’s face was red, his lips were plump and glossy, and his eyes were glassy with his pupils wide open. It was like all this time without you had left him completely astray. He was a lost puppy, and guilt pulled on your heartstrings.

“Please, Y/N, I need you…” Felix hovered over you and kissed your lips. His hands found your wrists, holding them so carefully.

You kissed him back, your face still flushed and hot, and you all the heat pool down your body, making your knees and legs weak.

“Okay,” you nodded breathlessly.

The moment you gave him permission, Felix immediately opened his trousers to free his hard and needy cock, already leaking like he’s been waiting forever. Your eyes widened, and as he pulled down your panties, all the memories of your nights with Felix came back to you again.

“Ready, Love?” he asked, his hand gently caressing your face.

“Yes,” you said softly, leaning into his touch.

Felix kissed your forehead before lining himself up and gently sliding his cock into your pussy with so much ease. A gasp and a moan escaped your lungs, your back slightly arching from the ground, and you immediately fluttered around him. Felix groaned and continued to thrust into you, already hitting your sweet spot so deliciously.

“You feel so good, Y/N…” Felix moaned, already drunk on lust and pleasure. He increases his pace a little, making you see stars. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, kissing and nibbling on your skin. “I’ve missed this so much…oh God….”

You couldn’t speak. Your mind was already feeling numb and clouded, and the only thing that could keep you grounded was dragging your blunt nails down Felix’s back, pulling on the fabric of his top. Your whines and moans echoed in the deep forest every time he hit your sweet spot and rubbed your clit with his thumb. Your pussy was gripping onto him like your life depended on it, and more slick was pouring out from your thighs and to the ground.

“Felix!” you moaned, getting closer and closer to reaching your high, the knot in your stomach growing.

“Are you close, Love?” he asked, also feeling the urge to bust completely.

You nodded frantically, tears pouring down your cheeks again from how perfect everything felt. Felix ran his fingers through your hair and gently bit your ear.

“Let go again for me,” he whispered, “Come on, you can do it.”

You moaned loudly again, and finally came down from your high, your legs feeling boneless and wet. Immediately after, Felix thrusted his cock once more into you and then emptied himself into your walls, filling them up so perfectly, just like he used to. He collapsed onto you, putting all of his body weight down, and your chest was heaving.

“Oh God…” you breathed right before Felix kissed your plump lips tenderly.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yeah….”

“Good,” Felix kissed you again, not daring to pull out, trying to savor this precious moment. You whined a little from any move he made, still feeling his cock slightly twitch inside of you. “God, you’re perfect…”

He then suddenly pulled out of you, coaxing a weak whimper out of you. Felix quickly grabbed a piece of cloth from a pocket in his trousers and quickly cleaned you up and himself. You put your panties back on, still trying to catch your breath from the intense sex.

“I missed you,” Felix said, “I know I probably said that a lot since I found you, but it’s true. I love you, Y/N…Even if you don’t forgive me, I’ll still love you.”

“Oh, Felix…” you ran your hand through his long blonde hair before you looked directly into his doe, devoted eyes. “I love you, too.”

“You do?”

“Of course.”

“Well, that means we can leave this place.” his eyes were wide and bright that it killed you inside. Angel really was a way to describe Felix. Everything about him was so pure and good. He’s everything you couldn’t be. “You can leave the demon and stay with me.”

A breath got caught in your throat.

Hyunjin…

You couldn’t do that to him. Not when he has given you so much. Hyunjin may be a demon, but he wasn’t like the demons you’ve grown to fear. Hyunjin always kept you safe in his castle, made you feel heard, and gave you a sense of freedom you have never experienced before. But Felix was the same. He showed you that not all angels were like your Guardian. He comforted you through the pain and gave you so much love when you needed it. But going back to the Heavenly Palace…could you bring yourself to do it? With your wings now gray and wilted and your body touched by a demon?

“I can’t go back to the Palace,” you said.

“We don’t have to,” Felix assured, “We can find some other place to call home. Maybe we can even go down to Earth and live with the humans.”

You couldn’t help but laugh.

“How could we even live on Earth, Felix? We don’t belong there.”

“You don’t belong in Hell either.”

“That’s different.”

Felix’s expression turned a little serious.

“How so? What has that demon done to you to make you so loyal to him?”

His grip on your wrist firmed up a little, a complete contrast to the way he’d hold you like you were made of glass. He pulled you closer, your face right up against the scar on his chest. You bit your lip in frustration, knowing that if you tried to explain to him, Felix might not be so convinced. But what more could you say other than the truth?

“He hasn’t done anything,” you said.

“Your wings are graying, Y/N,” Felix said, “That isn’t good.”

“I still have them, don’t I?”

“Yes, but you could lose them the more you let him mess with you.”

“He’s not messing with me.”

“Then what else could he possibly be doing?”

“Protecting me.”

Felix’s face faltered, and his grip on your wrist tightened, refusing to let you go.

“Protecting you?” he asked, “How could he be your protector when I’m supposed to be?”

“He just is, Felix!” irritation laced your voice, and you could feel the wrong kind of heat rise in your skin. “Not everything is so black and white! Besides, these wings are pointless anyway!”

“You said you love me, yet you are willing to leave me for a demon? How does that make any sense?”

Even though his voice wasn’t raised, you could see the seething frustration behind his confused eyes and furrowed brows. Even his voice didn’t sound so happy and doting like before. His voice sounded cold, dark, and his tight grip on your wrist didn’t falter. You winced from how tight it was, almost a little bruising.

“I do love you—” you said.

“As a second choice, maybe.”

“Felix!”

“I can’t believe this,” he finally let go of your hand, almost shoving you to the ground before standing up, towering over you. “Do I really mean nothing to you?”

You sat up with your heart pounding, your blood running cold, and a harsh chill running down your spine. You’ve never seen Felix this upset before that it frightened you.

“You do—” you said, your voice nearly cracking.

“Then why didn’t you run to me after you left your Guardian? Why are you abandoning me for a demon?”

Felix’s voice was strained, trying hard not to raise it, but the anger was so clear. His fists were tightened, his face was a little red, and you could see the tears forming in his eyes again. The tears of a devout follower with no one to follow. The tears of an angel who lost their god. Meanwhile, you’re on the ground, struggling to find the words to soothe him and explain everything. But you couldn’t find the words. Your heart sank again, and your stomach grew sick. Because you knew. You knew none of this was fair to him. Why didn’t I run to you?

“If I could worship anyone else, it would’ve been you,” Felix cried, “So why…why him? Why are you choosing him?”

You couldn’t bring yourself to tell him. It would break his heart even more. All you could do was stand up again and show him your gray, wilted wings with guilt all over your face.

“I’m sorry, Felix…” you said, “I have to go.”

“No…please, Y/N…stay,” his voice hurt your soul even more.

You bit your tongue, closed your eyes, and looked away from him. You walked away again, your heart aching at the fact that you had to leave him again. You were surprised that he didn’t grab your wrist to pull you back in, and you weren’t sure if you should feel relieved or not. Without looking back, you sucked in a small breath and left the ground. Gray feathers only came down like leaves falling from a dying tree. Felix didn’t follow you, but the gray feather he managed to catch was enough of a painful reminder that you could never be his, no matter how hard he tried. Even if he got a scar in your name.

x•x•x•x

You flew back to the castle. Your wings grew tired and weak from the falling feathers, and without thinking, you found yourself in Hyunjin’s arms. He was simply seated on a fancy metal chair, looking at the view from the balcony with a book in hand. His eyes widened when you wrapped your arms around his waist and buried your head in his lap.

“Angel?” The book slipped out of Hyunjin’s fingertips, and he immediately held you close. “There you are, I was looking for you—”

Your body was trembling, and your tears were soaking his clothes.

“I’m sorry, Hyunjin…” you cried, “I’m sorry…”

“What’s wrong, Angel?” his lips curved down a little, and something fell in the pit of his stomach. His hand found your chin and gently lifted it, revealing your red, puffy, and tear-stained face to him. Your hair was frizzy, your once perfectly clean, tempting dress was covered in dirt and dead grass, and your wings were losing their feathers bit by bit. You looked like a mess. Hyunjin gently wiped the tears from your cheeks. “Why are you crying?”

You shook your head, not wanting him to know. You weren’t sure if it was out of fear of him finding out about Felix and hurting him as a result, or the fact that you didn’t want to admit that you were acting out of pure selfishness.

“I…it’s nothing,” you lied.

“Now, Angel…” Hyunjin pulled your face a little closer to his, his grip more firm than before. “I know I’ve let your lying streak continue, but I won’t let it slide this time. What is wrong?”

You wanted to lie again, but lying was useless when Hyunjin’s face was so firm. No humor in his eyes or lips. What could you even tell him? How would he even react?

“You truly love me, right?” you asked, “Even if I mess up?”

A small smile crept onto Hyunjin’s lips.

“What kind of question is that?” Hyunjin said, “Of course I love you, even if you’re the messiest angel in the universe. But that’s not why you’re crying, is it?”

You didn’t say anything, and Hyunjin sighed.

“Angel…I cannot help you if you don’t tell me,” he said, “If that’s what you want from me.”

“I just…”

The words were coming out, but they disappeared on the tip of your tongue. Your heart pounded, your lungs constricted, and your stomach grew even more sick. You looked into Hyunjin’s deep crimson eyes and his sharp expression—completely unlike Felix’s doe eyes and his innocent face. Felix…

You loved Felix. You loved him so much, but his face of restrained anger and frustration haunted your mind. You were sure that the tight grip on your wrist could’ve bruised you if he lost control. His words replayed in your head over and over again. His words of begging, crying, and worship of you. You have never met an angel so desperate, so devoted, and so willing to sacrifice and fight for you. What would he have done if he completely snapped? What would Felix say if he saw you meet Hyunjin for the first time, asking him to be your protector? You didn’t want to think about it. He was a completely different person, and it made sense to you now: why you didn’t run to him after you escaped your Guardian. The tears began to pour again, and your nose swelled up a little.

“I fear I can’t be perfect for anyone,” you admitted, “I don’t know if I’m truly deserving of being an angel. How many times do I have to ask Him for forgiveness if I continue to not be what I was created to be? You probably won’t understand, Hyune, but…I…I don’t know what I’m supposed to do…stay here with you and lose my wings, or try to redeem myself of my sins?”

Hyunjin looked at you intently, seeing the deep conflict in your eyes. It took him back to the day he met you. A battered angel with her wings pinned and clipped, lost in a forest of dead trees, ugly grass, and no life. An angel who ran from the Heavenly Palace because of the cruelty you faced. You were terrified of him, but so willing to land in his arms. Even if he didn’t worship God like you did, Hyunjin liked to believe that you were always meant to find him. You were always meant to leave the Palace and embrace your imperfections in Hell.

“Oh, Angel…” Hyunjin said, “You will always be perfect for me. True angel or not, I will love you regardless.”

“You mean it?” you asked.

“Of course. And remember what I said? God forgives you no matter what. You are perfect for Him, just as you are perfect for me.”

Hyunjin gently pulled you from the balcony floor and kissed you tenderly. You wrapped your arms around him, and your heart was blazing.

“Hyunjin…”

“I love you, Angel, and I mean it.”

He kissed you again, but it was more passionate and fiery. You pulled him closer and kissed him back, all the shame and guilt leaving you. Hyunjin then picked you up with ease and carried you to the bed, completely enveloping you in the scent of his sinful cologne. The moment you landed on the bed, Hyunjin went back in for another deep kiss, and his leather wings expanded wide. His hands traveled down your body, and you leaned into his touch. Your skin scorched with the way his hands slipped under your dress to feel the plush of your tits, his fingers playing with your sensitive nipples to coax a whine out of you.

“Hyunjin—” you whined.

“So sensitive, Angel,” Hyunjin smirked, “I only touched them once, and you’re already squirming.”

Hyunjin’s fingers then hooked around the straps of your black dress and wasted no time in pulling it down, along with your black panties, before discarding it on the floor. He paused for a moment to take a good look at you: a fallen angel in his bed, completely bare, looking so beautiful that it was killing him. You were more beautiful than any of the paintings in the castle. If he could, he’d replace all the paintings in the castle with a portrait of you looking like this. However, he knew that if he could paint you, the canvas would not do you justice, for the most beautiful things cannot be captured perfectly.

“What’s wrong, Hyune?” you asked.

“Nothing…” he smiled, “I just can’t believe…you’re right here in front of me, looking so perfect.”

He kissed you sweetly.

“You’re a work of art, created in God’s image,” Hyunjin said. Heat rose under your skin, making your skin glow red. Something about Hyunjin saying that to you made your heart flutter in a way it has never before. It was like he made all your worries vanish in an instant.

“Hyunjin…” you whispered before he hushed you gently with another kiss, his plump lips brushing against yours.

“Now, let me make you feel good, Angel,” he said, “I want to appreciate this art.”

Hyunjin’s lips were on your collarbone, heating your skin and leaving the little marks he often did. Little breaths escaped your lips as his lips traveled down your skin, leaving a trail of fire. Hyunjin traveled down and down, until he reached where he wanted you most. His head was right in between your thighs, his hot breath hitting your sensitive skin. You whined immediately, and you already felt the rush come down.

“Already wet, Angel?” Hyunjin smirked, “I barely touched you.”

“Please, Hyune…” you whimpered.

“Okay, Angel…”

He licked his lips before diving right in. Your hands found his hair, and you immediately moaned out loud as Hyunjin’s tongue slipped in between your folds. Hyunjin gripped your thighs tightly, his blunt nails digging into your skin, as he pulled you close to lap up all your nectar and suck on your throbbing clit. You whined and moaned, pulling on his dark hair, and rocked your hips up against his face, as your wings fluttered.

“Hyunjin! Oh, God!” Your eyes rolled back the more he shoved his tongue inside of you.

“So delicious, Angel…” Hyunjin groaned, his husky voice only giving you chills and making your pussy wetter. “My Sweet Angel.”

It was too much, your mind fogging up again with the pleasure, and your pussy was clenching on nothing but his tongue. Your chest was heaving, sweat was dripping down your scorching skin, and you immediately felt the knot in your stomach coil and grow.

“Hyunjin!” you moaned.

“Gonna cum, Baby?” Hyunjin asked, taking a quick breath before diving back into eating you out like he was starving for days. “Cum for me.”

His voice vibrated against your sensitive skin, and as Hyunjin continued to lick and suck and gently bite on your clit, you felt the knot in your stomach finally bursting. A loud moan escaped your lips, and you completely came all over his face. His skin was now covered in your essence, but he continued to drink every last drop, letting the sweet, heavenly taste fizzle on his tongue. You panted and whimpered until he took one last lap with his tongue.

“I love you, Angel,” Hyunjin said, “If I could worship anyone….it would be you.”

You’ve heard those words before, but that didn’t change the fact that your heart skipped a beat from his words, feeling the pure love and devotion in Hyunjin’s voice. Hyunjin finally raised his head and went back up to kiss you so tenderly, expressing his devotion to you. It was moments like this where you realized why you chose Hyunjin. His love was unlike any other. His love was unconditional. He didn’t want you to be perfect on his terms. He already knew you were perfect. As he said, angel or not, you were always going to be perfect. Felix might have been watching you, but you didn’t care. The only thing you could care about in this moment was your true lover. The demon. Hyunjin. The one you chose as your protector.

And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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