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samiwok · 29 days ago

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{ NSFW } — A Valentine’s day gift,

pairing : Rafayel x fem!reader

summary : it’s Valentine’s Day and Rafayel invites you to spend it with him at his place. the night goes pretty well and it ends up just the way you expected.

content : 6k words. chocolate aphrodisiacs ?? ; use of handcuffs ; oral sex : reader receiving ; soft sex ; Rafayel teases a lot

note : the explicit smut part isn’t that long it’s mostly the tensed atmosphere before that is well written but i’m planning on improving about that. anyway. that’s the first lads fic but there’ll be more heh

“Valentine’s Day is a stupid and commercialized holiday.” Those were your own words for many years.

You’re a grown adult and you still see Valentine's day as a scam; something made up completely by a capitalist society forcing people to spend money. Because truly.. who wouldn’t want to see their loved ones smile ? Of course you still think that it is the reality behind that holiday.

Yet it’s different this year.

Because this year you have him. Him, who texts you daily to check on you. Him, who stares at you like you’re the most beautiful creature he’s ever seen. Him, who makes you feel loved simply by smiling back at you.

So yeah.. Valentine’s Day is stupid. Stupid and made up to have stupid people spending their stupid money on stupid things to give to their lovers. Stupid holiday. Yet you crave to spend it with him. You crave his gifts, his touch.. well, his attention.

You’re still in the street, walking home from today’s assigned missions. Your eyes wander around the city. Couples.. Families.. And in the middle of that, single souls, wandering around the streets, looking lonely just like you.

Lonely… Yeah, perhaps you should try and call…

Oh ?

You take your phone out of your pocket and see the familiar face of the one you think about a little too much these days. “Incoming call : Annoying fishie…<3”

You smile at the only presence of his name on your screen, because the truth is he’s got you wrapped around his fingers. So much so that you’re smiling at your phone in the middle of the street, excited to hear his voice before you even pick up the call. You cough slightly before you do. After all, you wouldn’t want to give him the confidence he needs to tease you.

“Hello ?” You reply, quite calmly and your voice almost sounds a little cold.

“Hmph. Finally ! I thought you’d never pick up the call.” And there he goes, complaining not even five seconds into the call. You sigh longly. He’s always so dramatic.. and for what ? That man is 24 after all and still pouting like a little boy whose mother refuses a toy. Ridiculous. But even that part of him makes him lovable to you.

“Don’t even start-“ You reply and he interrupts with a soft laugh that warms your heart. You instinctively smile because you can picture his lips curling up as he laughs and his eyes matching the playful tone of his voice as he speaks.

“Is my Miss bodyguard free tonight, by any chance ?” He asks so politely. Usually, he would tell you to join him wherever he wants to see you. Who would’ve imagined him being so sweet as he suggests a plan to you.

You take a look at your watch quickly and it displays 5:21 pm. It is not late. Your plans for tonight were mostly about heading home, showering, eating dinner and sleeping. You worked today and you have to go back to work tomorrow. Yeah… Stupid holiday which doesn't even allow a resting day.

“My weeks are only filled with meetings with colleagues and wanderers.” You reply right away, complaining a bit about how tired you feel. The question was not about it, yet Rafayel still replies to you with worry and encouraging words.

On the other end of the line, he’s looking around the garden. It is empty; just the way he feels when you’re not by his side. He respects your job, knows it’s hard and doesn’t want to be a bother yet he’d be ready to beg for you to come see him everyday.

“Need a massage, cutie ?” He asks and you can almost picture that annoying smirk on his lips from here.

Of course he was going to flirt with you. There is no way he calls you and doesn’t try his tricks on you. Because he loves the way you always let out a little blank before you reply, as if thinking hard about a perfect answer.

“…How much will it cost ?” You hear a slight humming sound as you reply. It’s not the first time you flirt back, but it always feels so surprising for him.

He chuckles and his breath on the speaker almost tickles your ear with its sweetness. “We’ll figure something out.” He replies and the sound of his voice drives you crazy. His low voice is so unusual it strikes a special feeling inside of you.

You want him. Oh God you do.

There is a brief silence, quickly interrupted by Rafayel. “7pm at my place ?” he asks. You ponder for a while and agree. If this is going to be the first Valentine’s day you spend with him, you might as well make it unforgettable for both of you, right ?

There’s a few more brief exchanges and you hang up the phone the minute you step through the door to your apartment. You head towards the living-room and lay on the sofa.

Tired… You think as you close your eyes for a few seconds. You were gonna prepare of course, but a small nap never killed anyone.

You open your eyes and stare at the ceiling that is only lightened up by the colored lights of the bar that’s on the other side of the road, right in front of the building you live in. It goes from a flashy purple to various shades of pink before it turns to a light blue. It goes in a loop and it reminds you of Rafayel’s color palette.

You smile at the thought of him. Again. Oh how desperate you look like when your brain replays hundreds of memories of his pretty eyes devouring you alive.

You grab your phone that’s vibrating right next to your ear in a quite annoying way and hold it up pretty close to your face as you’re still laying down.

You open Rafayel’s message and your cheeks get slightly red. “do you like surprises, miss bodyguard ?” he asks and his message is joined with a picture of half of his naked chest and his hand holding out a pair of handcuffs.

You never tried this before yet the photo instantly turns you on. Perhaps it’s because you know it’s him holding them out that you want them on your wrists so bad.

You gulp before responding almost immediately. “Want me to tie you down to the bed ?” You tease and surprisingly he instantly responds “…who knows. im eager to see you try” punctuated with playful emotes.

Of course he was gonna text this. That man just has a way of driving you crazy that is incredibly strong and even though you’re used to it by now, he somehow still manages to get you giggling every single time.

You take a quick shower, not wanting to be late for your date with your very first Valentine. And because your hair today is especially beautiful, you decide not to wash it to be the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen. When you get out of the shower and head over to your bedroom, the clock displays 6:02. You’re right on time to make yourself pretty with a bit of makeup and the stunning clothes you have in mind.

That man deserves it, with the way he makes you feel : loved and safe; Respected and interesting. You take a good look at yourself in the mirror and you feel so beautiful you would almost want to kiss yourself.

Perfect. You grab your phone and quickly type a message before going out of the building.

“Will be there in 20.”

As you head to his place, the night is slowly falling. You look around and realize the streets are empty. The ocean is pretty agitated tonight and the warmth in the air surrounding you is a sign of a storm incoming.

You’re not really fond of huge storms, at least not at Rafayel’s place since he lives so close to the ocean. Your eyes are fixed on the horizon and before you even realize it, you’re right in front of his place. It’s a pretty immense ground, definitely way too big for a single person.

Rafayel likes his loneliness but what he craves even more is your presence by his side. Therefore, he walks towards the door the second he realizes you’re here.

You push open the front gate. The lights are on all along the way towards his house. And as you walk up the stairs, he opens the door, slowly leaning against it. He wears his usual white shirt and fancy black pants tonight. He looks good, stunning even, as always; yet you have to admit you feel a bit… disappointed, maybe ? After all, you put on a fancy dress, and high heels for the night. It was not the most comfortable but you felt it was needed to appear perfect for him. Meanwhile, he’s standing there, looking perfect with little to no effort.

“My miss bodyguard made herself extremely pretty.” He points out the obvious. You do look perfect. Your hair is soft and placed perfectly well. You wear a long red velvet dress he has never seen before and it matches the lipstick you chose earlier. Your eyes stare at him in a way that’s making him forget about everything that isn’t you.

Rafayel stares at you in awe and he cannot take his eyes off. You’re beautiful. Always. And when you look like that, you are like a muse to him, his source of inspiration. He wishes his brain could photograph you under the moonlight so he could always wake up with that image of you as you walk up towards him for the whole night.

The whole night.

A whole night to yourselves.

It almost sounds like a dream, yet, when his hand grabs yours and his thumb rubs the palm of your hand, you realize it’s real. All of it. From his soft gaze to his gentle touch to the intoxicating scent of his perfume that’s making you crazy about him. It is definitely real. He is here with you.

It’s the lovers holiday and he decided to spend it with you.

“Are you cold, cutie ?” He asks and he’s ready to go running, and get one of his numerous cardigans to put on your shoulders to protect you from the soft breeze because nothing could ever be allowed to hurt his beloved.

You shake your head. ��No. It’s quite warm, actually.” You add, and just when you try avoiding his gaze he flashes you a smile. “Come with me, then.” You walk into this big house of his and even though you’ve come here multiple times before you never get used to how luxurious it seems.

The hall of the house is decorated with glorious statues and large, beautiful paintings made by Rafayel himself. You stare around as if discovering a whole new world and quickly reach the garden. As you set your feet on the wooden patio you realize he’s been preparing a big surprise for you.

There are flowers. Lots of them. Bouquets, all as beautiful as the others. There’s food all over the table, and it’s literally everything you adore. The music playing in the background is from the playlist you once made for him. You gulp, and turn to him, a bit emotional about all of this.

“My God, Rafayel. You didn’t have to do all that.” You don’t even find the right words at this point and maybe you sound a bit ungrateful right now but he knows you well enough to know this actually pleases you, so much that you struggle expressing your genuine feelings.

“Indeed. I didn’t have to.” He repeats, a bit sassy as he approaches you, pulling on your hand until he feels your body pressed against his and he can whisper against your ear. “My Miss Bodyguard works hard daily to protect me, I must repay her the right way.”

You run a hand through his hair and stare at him for a few seconds, eyes intensely screaming how hard you want him and he gets it immediately. His lips crash into yours, capturing your mouth for a passionate kiss and it almost feels like you have not met for years with how hard you’re both clinging to each other.

You pull his hair gently and he almost moans into the kiss. The kiss feels like it’s never-ending and it takes all of his energy to pull away from you.

He takes a step back, catching his breath and without any surprise : he jokes again.

“Let’s not eat dessert yet, mhm ?” He says as he points to the table and all of the delicious food he’s prepared before you come.

Your thumb brushes against your lips as you follow him to a new topic after that steamy kiss you just shared. “Did Thomas help you do this ?” You ask, a bit curious as to how he managed to do this in only a few hours.

Rafayel pouts slightly, his arms crossed as he turns his back on you, “Hmph. I can do things on my own, you know.”

You smile and walk towards him. His back is still turned on you. You wrap an arm around his neck, kissing his cheek softly, your hand caressing his jawline until it reaches his chin, locking it between your fingers and forcing him to look at you.

“Rafayel ?” You say. You raise an eyebrow, a bit suspicious. Your voice is low, almost menacing and his eyes look away from yours, capitulating. “Fiiiine.” he says, still pouting slightly “He helped me a bit.”

“You little liar !” You accuse him but his angel eyes make you forget about it pretty quickly. They’re screaming his innocence despite him the fact he just admitted trying to hide Thoma’s help in his surprise.. “I technically did not lie.” And you shake your head, brushing it off.

As you take a step back, pulling away from him, you cross your arms against your chest in an elegant way. Your eyes are almost challenging him to do something, and he clears his throat quietly.

Rafayel smiles and pulls your hand once again, making you follow him towards the sofa near the table. He remains standing for a few seconds, his eyes hypnotized by the attractive sight of your low-cut neckline given by the angle.

It’s only when you move your head and call out his name once again tonight that he snaps out of his thoughts. “Yeah, yeah, yeah” he quickly says, his head shaking as if it helped chase the dirty thoughts away.

The music changes to the next track, and it’s a much calmer one. The instruments used in that one have the power to change your mood right away and when your eyes meet his, you know your minds are connected. You think alike a lot of times, and now is no exception.

He wants you.

His eyes are filled with lust and he’s practically taking off your clothes with them. His Adam’s apple moves as he tries gulping his desires away discreetly; and fails. His head rests against one of his hands, his index finger tapping regularly against his temples as if he was waiting for something. A sign maybe ? Your consent to him touching you.

You want him.

You blink several times as if it would be enough to hide the perversion of the numerous secret thoughts reflecting in your eyes. Your legs are crossed and subconsciously rubbing against one another, desperately seeking some sort of pleasure. And your breathing… It betrays your needs.

“A glass of wine ?” Rafayel is the first to break the silence between you two. And thank God he does, otherwise you wouldn’t have lasted much longer before jumping on his lap and ripping both your clothes off.

You nod. You don’t drink so much wine, and aren’t into it either but you’ll take anything he’ll give you. Also the kiss you shared just before and the tense atmosphere that seem to surround the two of you does not give you a good reason to turn down his offer. You’re thirsty and it’s not wine nor water that is going to slow it down.

He hands out your glass to you and then his. “Cheers.” He says with a pretty smile matching the softness in his eyes as you stare into them before clinking softly your glass against his.

“Cheers.” You respond and your eyes never once leave his face as you take a first sip of the drink. It’s good. Really good. It’s probably the best wine you’ve ever tasted. At least, the only wine that is not making your face contort in disgust as if being inflicted the worst sufferings in the world.

You put the glass down and smirk at him.

“Shall we play a questions game ?”

You feel a little bolder than usual, and judging by the gaze in his eyes at your proposition, he’s into it. His lips mirror yours, curling up in a playful smirk. “Go ahead and ask a question then.”

You squint as if thinking hard about your question when in reality : you suggested it only because you knew exactly what to ask and where it would lead.

“Then… Let’s start easy. What do you think of my dress ?” You ask innocently caressing the velvet fabric. It feels so soft against your fingertips and you love it. You stare at him as you wait for the verdict.

Rafayel looks at the dress, fully, and his insistent gaze could almost feel uncomfortable if you didn’t want him right here and now.

“It perfectly accentuates that beautiful body of yours, miss Bodyguard,” He replies confidently. “My turn now. What do you hide under that perfectly cut dress ?”

He asks so quickly you can’t even grasp the compliment he just gave you. You gulp and decide to flirt again. “Why don’t you take a guess ?”

“That is not the rule of the game.” He says so low you almost can’t hear him.

“Who cares about rules ?” You say. You could tell him what you wear of course. But you want him to discover it himself for you’ve been dying to see the look on his face when you’d reveal your lingerie to him.

Rafayel approaches dangerously on the sofa. “Careful, cutie. I care about rules, and I’ll make you apply them if I have to.” His eyes are slightly menacing when he accentuates the first person pronoun. His words are an obvious threat but also a challenge. Another. Because the truth is, Rafayel knows you. He knows you, like the back of his hand and he knows the dirtiest part of you is ready to receive a punishment.

That wouldn’t even feel like one, considering some of your fantasies.

You smile and stare as he keeps approaching you slowly, almost like a predator that is about to catch his prey, a prey he’s been going after since they first met.

“I said : take a guess.” You repeat. Your voice is low and your heart feels like it’s about to explode from all the tension between you two. Rafayel’s lips are slightly parted and he sighs. “Can I have a hint ?” He asks, giving up resisting your little game.

“Too easy… Try guessing without a hint and you’ll be rewarded if you’re right.” You say. The bold words come out of your mouth so quickly you can’t even think before you speak. That makes him laugh a bit and he looks quite menacing when he does.

He keeps approaching and at some point you end up laying on your back with him crawling over your body, his hands resting on both sides of your head on the sofa, as if he’s caging you with it.

His eyes narrow as he looks at your lips and then back to your eyes. You don’t even know how divine you look right now. His mind is getting dysfunctional from all the thoughts he’s having, from how bad he wants you. At this point he’s not even trying to hide it anymore.

“Bold of you to assume I won’t claim that reward anyway.” You’re about to protest, when his lips find yours once more tonight. If the kiss from earlier was filled with the desire you both feel for each other; it is no different now, except it’s more pressed, more needy. You bite his lips as a slight punishment for his lack of obedience.

He pulls back and touches his lips you’ve just bitten. “You…” He whines, before he gets up and lifts you up the sofa.

He takes a few steps towards the house and leaves the untouched food on the table along with both your wine glasses. His room is the door that’s right on the left and as he opens it you see how he carefully decorated his room.

There’s a box of chocolate on the nightstand and a few other things. Rafayel carefully put you on his bed. He takes a step back and stares at you from head to toe.

The music that was playing outside is now playing on the small speakers he put in his room. As the next song plays, a smile paints on his lips. He slowly leans over you, his hands delicately taking off your heels. He looks down at you as you’re laying on your back and he’s still standing by the bed.

He looks at his left and opens the chocolate box. “Do you know that chocolates have aphrodisiac virtues ?” You heard about this before, but despite eating chocolate before, you’ve never felt anything special.

You gulp and he’s handing you a chocolate. “They say when the chocolate melts into your mouth, it creates a pure euphoric sensation in your whole body that’s making you crave something else.” He smirks and approaches the chocolate to your mouth. His long and thin fingers rub against your lips as you part them slightly to bite into what he’s giving you.

Your eyes never once leave his, and the expression on your face speaks thousands of unsaid words. He gives you a chaste kiss and eats the other part of the chocolate.

“What do you think, Miss Bodyguard ? Does eating that chocolate strike a special spot inside of you ?” He asks but the answer he wants isn’t about this. What he truly wants to know is whether you want him or not. And he knows you do, because, well, it’s written all over your face. But he wants you to say it.

He kneels on the edge of the bed, his hand pulling up your left leg, bringing it higher until you’re able to rub your feet against his lower back. His long and thin fingers feel so soft against your skin. “Say the words.” Rafayel commands, but the softness in his voice makes it sound like a plea.

He’s containing himself, but he knows he won’t be able to hold himself much longer if you keep staring at him like that while pulling his body closer to yours on his bed, with the sensual music playing in the background.

He grabs the zipper on the side of your dress, pulling it down and you bite your lip when his mouth finds its way down into your neck, dropping gentle kisses and eagerly sucking on your skin. “You drive me crazy.” He whispers between two kisses. His warm breathing on your neck mixed to his growing erection rubbing against your own most intimate parts make you let out a moan.

“I want you. Rafayel, please...” There you are, begging him to go further. Judging by the instant smirk on his lips as he pulls away from you to take off his shirt, he’s been craving to hear this.

Seeing him shirtless got you biting your lower lip, again. His body is perfect. Because it’s him. His chest punctuated here and there with a few moles make him extremely attractive. The way his abs are drawn make you want to admire it. The dim light only allows you to see his curves in the dark yet you still think of him as a work of art.

But you don’t even have time to think about what you’re staring at. Rafayel lays on top of you, whispering things against your ear that probably got you blushing. “Should I be gentle ? Or would you prefer me being rough ?” He asks and it’s most likely the most intimate question you’ve ever been expected to answer.

“Why don’t you take out my dress first ?” You say and you’re surprised yourself. Because you have no energy left in your body to resist him, you just crave to feel him inside of you yet you still try gaining time over that.

He chuckles. Part of him is quite irritated not to have an answer yet. His frustration leads him to be quite in a hurry as his hands start pulling down on your dress. Quickly, your bra is revealed and he’s almost salivating at the sight.

“Beautiful.” He whispers against your skin as he pulls you off the bed. You’re standing now and as if he was your loyal subject, he kneels before you. His eyes are practically devouring you right here, dropping kisses along your chest while pulling down your dress to reveal your full body.

“Beautiful.” He repeats as his mouth goes down on your body. Your skin is burning from the initial heat in the room mixed to the heated exchange with him just a few seconds ago.

You gulp and hold your smirk when the dress finally reaches the floor. With grace, you hold onto his shoulders and get rid of it, throwing the dress away in his room.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” You mutter and his eyes almost sparkle at the sight of your stockings. “You-“ He starts and he stops himself. He’s got too many things to say, but he prefers to show you instead.

Too many words could bore you. But his hands ? Oh no there’s no way his expert hands bore you. He brings your left leg to his shoulder, and with his eyes closed he starts kissing your inner thighs. He knows it can get quite a sensitive spot when you’re so desperate to be loved, physically.

His mouth moves fast towards your pussy and it catches you off guard, your mouth letting out a few moans as you almost beg him to stop. You surely don’t want to cum just yet, but he has the entire night to make you. And it’s starting now. All of his senses are focused on hearing your sweet moans and teasing your wet sex. He loves to hear you and the smirk on his lips as you get louder only grow larger.

“Did you- mh like the lingerie I’ve chosen ?” You still manage to ask. You’re not one to beg for compliments, but you know the garter belts made him lose his mind for a second. And that’s the exact reason he’s still kneeling, despite the floor of his room not being comfortable, and for what ? Only to pleasure you.

“It’s perfect. You’re so divine it makes me crazy…” He whispers, opening his eyes to check the reaction on your face, and seeing the evident blush on your cheeks, he’s fully satisfied.

“Why don’t I show you just how much I love them ?” He asks, whispering, his fingers grasping the black lace thong that’s the only thing separating his eager mouth to the sweet spot that could make you a moaning mess. You gasp when he pulls it down, without ever taking his eyes off yours.

“Stay still, cutie.” He drops a kiss first, and quickly sticks his tongue to your clit.

“Rafayel- ah…” Your hands grip his hair instinctively.

As his tongue works hardly against your clit, almost desperate to make you cum quickly, you pull his hair harder. He’s good. He’s so good, you actually wonder how many times before he did this, and to who.

“Focus. Look at me, pleasuring you.” The way he accentuates his last word almost sounds like he can hear your train of thought.

Rafayel hums against your clit, and it sends a special feeling in your entire being. His tongue is lapping faster now and his eyes are dangerously staring at each of your reactions, memorizing them.

It is the most beautiful sight ever. You’re having a great time, he reads it on your face, and he’s just so proud he’s the one making you feel that way.

“I’m gonna.. I’m gonna cum if you keep going.” You warn. And he stops, at least for a second. “Then cum.” He says and it’s almost cruel how he commands you around. He wraps his hands around your thighs, locking you here with him sucking on your clit as if it was the source of the euphoria in his entire body.

And it might be at this point. You feel yourself getting close and he feels it too. With a smirk on his lips, he eats you out harder. Faster. Anything to hear his name fall out from your mouth. His eyes are practically screaming “Go on”.

Suddenly you feel yourself losing your balance, because the wave of pleasure submerging your body is simply too good. It’s been a long time and your legs are shaking so hard. But before you have the time to worry about falling, Rafayel lifts you off the floor and throws you on the bed.

“Have you had enough, cutie ?” He asks and he’s so obviously provoking you with that question. He smirks proudly as he sees you, still panting and the sheets becoming wet between your thighs. It’s his work of art.

You chuckle and shake your head. “Didn't you promise me a surprise ?” You say, referring to the earlier texts. He laughs too. He knows what you mean, yet he didn’t know you’d be into it as well, to the point of asking for it.

He opens the drawer and takes out the pair of handcuffs. “Shall I ?” He asks softly as you approach your wrists, allowing him to put them on for you. He bites his lip, carefully staring as he handcuffs you. His moves are slow, he obviously never did it before. And it somehow warms your heart to know you’re trying things together already.

“There. Does it hurt ?” He asks gently, his eyes scanning your face in a search for responses. “No. Now… I believe we’re not done yet.” You say, extending your leg so that your feet could rub against the obvious bulge in his pants.

As soon as you ask for it, he delivers. He takes off the rest of his clothes and his hard cock bouncing back up makes you bite your lip. It’s long but not too thick, just like you expected it to be.

He comes back on the bed and none of you waste time. You both know you’ve been wanting this ever since the beginning of this date. No. Ever since you first kissed.

You spread your legs, your wrists still tied to the bed.

He seizes your waist, pulling your body closer, and of course he doesn’t give you what you crave immediately. Instead, he rubs the tip of it against your clit and smirks down at your desperate expression.

“Put it in.” You command and it’s quite obvious from the hurried tone in your voice that you’re getting frustrated. He loves it when you moan, but he loves it even more when you beg.

His arrogant eyes stare down, and with his hands he takes off your bra, revealing your beautiful breast. He pinches one of your nipples, while his mouth eagerly sucks on the other. “You better ask nicely if you want it.” He whispers against your skin.

His chuckle makes you want to push him down the bed and ride him yourself. But you’re unable to move since he tied you up just before. Now you’re almost pissed off by his attitude, because of course he was gonna push his luck and your limits with it.

“Rafayel.” You say. “I only listen to good girls.” He replies.

He’s making you crazy, in all the ways he can. You want to scream because it feels so frustrating right now. But his cruelty somehow makes him so attractive to you.

“Rafayel please… I need you.” You say, eyebrows pinched together and angel eyes begging for him to stop teasing.

That gaze of yours is all he needs to change his mind and the soft sound of your voice as you beg for him to take you is more than enough.

He doesn’t warn, doesn’t say anything and pushes himself into your wet cunt, and it’s squeezing him so good. He whines with each of his thrusts, desperate. “Mhh.. you’re so good” He moans into your ear.

His hands are holding you in place, and your body’s not flinching, not even when his thrusts become harder and more desperate.

“Rafayel… Kiss me.” You say, almost pleading him to agree and as he obliges, his lips finding their way toward yours, you’re reduced to a moaning mess.

His thrusts switch from delicate and filled with some sort of desire : one to make you feel loved to a more brutal and rough way that doesn't show any mercy to your overstimulated body.

He loves that you take him without complaining. You let him do as he pleases, mostly because you like it that way too, but also because seeing him so free with you feels good. He feels good enough with you to be able to show both sides of himself.

“You’re so good…” Rafayel moans into your ear and he said it before but you never get tired of hearing it. His voice is softer than usual, more serious yet more relaxed at the same time.

His hands caress your thighs, throwing your legs behind his back and you wrap them together, pressing his body together with yours. You crave his voice, his scent and his touch. You want him to fill you up completely because he’s yours and you are his.

“Mine…” He moans against your neck as he sucks on it gently, but still hard enough to leave a mark of his affection.

He thrusts harder, deeper. He’s in a hurry to cum. He wants to make you feel good, wants to moan your name and make you feel like you’re the only woman in the world because, truly, you are the only one that matters to him.

The way he clings to you, and the way his voice calls out your name several times as he keeps burying himself deep inside of you, it just feels right. It feels like the only thing that was ever certain.

You are meant for him.

That’s the only thing that’s on both your minds as you reach orgasm together. And the room is filled with both your moans of each other’s name. Now it’s you and him, no one else matters.

As he cums, he nuzzles his head into your neck, one of his hands caressing your soft hair as you’re both panting and desperately trying to catch your breath. He’s still inside of you and he doesn’t want to pull away.

He feels good in your embrace. It’s warm. It’s filled with your love and that’s the only thing he needs. Now and forever you’re the only one.

Rafayel stares at you for a few seconds and he drops a loving, gentle kiss on your lips. “You’re the only one I want.” He says softly and it brings an instant smile on your lips as you kiss him back.

“I love you.” He thinks but doesn’t say it, after all, there’s still plenty of time to make you feel his love.

A whole night. An entire life. Together always. That’s pretty much the only thing he’s sure of. Yeah. Together, always.

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1: stuck with you - psh

PAIRING: korean sunghoon x non korean reader

SYNOPSIS: All you wanted was a relaxing vacation—a break from your soul-crushing job, some cocktails by the sea, and, if the universe was feeling generous, a tall, handsome man to sweep you off your feet. So, like any desperate (but classy) woman, you booked a cruise. But instead of a dreamy vacation romance, you got a shipwreck. Now, instead of sipping margaritas and flirting with rich men, you’re stranded on a deserted island with a random Korean guy who, by the way, does not speak a single word of English. Flirting? Impossible. Communication? A disaster. Survival? Highly questionable. Well, at least, he's tall and handsome.

genre: strangers to lovers, romance, crack, maybe angst.

chapter contains: sunghoon is a chaebol, reader is a salary woman, both of them have no survival instinct, language barrier, half of the chapter is them being chaotic, charades as a form of communication, reader is sex deprived, sunghoon is a soft shy baby but he's so down bad, mentions of arranged marriage warnings: long introduction, profanities, explicit content (smut) contains blowjob, pussy eating, unprotected sex (don't do that!) MDNI. WC: 19.6K. click here for pt.2

a/n: "italic quotation" - characters speaking in korean

the plot was inspired to the story i read on wp, title island trapped. i'll upload the pt 2 within this week, i will add and edit some parts. happy reading!

Ah, the good old days.

When your biggest problem in life was Tom catching Jerry, and the most stressful decision you had to make was whether to beg your parents for vanilla ice cream or chocolate. When crying was reserved exclusively for math homework, and your daily schedule was just playing, eating, and napping like a well-fed cat.

But now? Oh, now life has decided to slap you in the face with responsibilities.

Screw being an adult. You wake up, work 12 hours for a salary that barely covers your existence, and then proceed to pay rent, taxes, and bills as if you personally owe society for breathing. And groceries? Groceries feel like a scam at this point—how is it that you spend a fortune but still end up eating instant noodles? And let's not even talk about new clothes or makeup. Once upon a time, you could buy cute outfits just because. Now, you stare at a price tag for ten minutes, do complex mental calculations, and decide that your 5-year-old jeans still have some life left in them.

But the real kicker? You're so overworked you don't even have time for a love life. No dates. No romance. No action. And it hits you—dear God, you need to get laid.

You blink at your computer screen. The fluorescent office lights hum above you. The existential crisis settles in.

"I need to get laid," you mutter under your breath.

Your desk mate side-eyes you. You don't care. Office work is bullshit. You work ridiculous hours making rich people even richer, and yet somehow, you're still broke. No promotion. No bonuses. Just emails, spreadsheets, and the quiet realization that capitalism has scammed you.

You exhale. You need a break. A vacation, maybe? A beautiful, tropical getaway where you can sip margaritas and pretend your life is not a train wreck. But wait. Vacations cost money. A lot of money. On the other hand... getting laid? That's a significantly cheaper investment.

Your mind starts spinning. If you take a vacation, you'll relax, but your bank account will be in ruins. But if you choose the other option... well, technically, that could happen during vacation. Two birds, one stone.

You imagine it now—a handsome stranger at a beach bar, offering you a drink. He's tall, has a deep voice, and smells like expensive cologne. You exchange flirty banter, he leans in and whispers something sinful, his fingers graze your waist. The music pulses, your bodies move together, and just like that... BAM. Sex!

You giggle to yourself.

Decisions, decisions.

Enough of the soul-crushing 12-hour shifts. Enough of the never-ending bills. Enough of staring at your sad bank account, wondering where all your hard-earned money magically disappeared to. And most importantly—enough of being painfully single.

You needed to fix your life. Immediately.

So, in a moment of either pure genius or complete recklessness (you'll decide later), you booked a cruise. A full, glorious, luxurious cruise that sets sail in exactly 20 days.

This was it. The perfect opportunity to relax, refresh, and—most importantly—find a hot stranger and finally get laid.

Of course, securing that last part required some strategy. You couldn't just show up on the cruise and expect men to start throwing themselves at you. You needed to connect first. Build a connection. Make them fall in love with your personality before you let them fall in love with... other things.

Step one: file a vacation leave. You march into your boss's office, ready to fight for your well-deserved break. He barely looks up from his laptop.

"Hey, boss. I'd like to file for a vacation leave."

"When?"

"In 20 days."

"How long?"

You hesitate. Screw it. "Two weeks."

He sighs. "Fine."

You blink. That's it? No argument? No guilt-tripping? No sudden speech about "dedication to the company" or "teamwork"? This man did not care. You could've told him you were leaving to climb Mount Everest, and he probably would've just waved you away. Whatever. That's a future-you problem.

Step two: mentally prepare yourself for this adventure. Suddenly, everything feels better. You hum while doing your usual soul-draining office work, tapping your fingers happily on your keyboard. You even smile at Kai from accounting, who normally drives you insane with his unsolicited life advice.

"Someone's in a good mood," he says, sipping his overpriced iced coffee.

You nod. "I'm going on vacation."

"Nice! Where?"

"A cruise."

Kai wiggles his eyebrows. "Ooooh, a little romance on the sea, huh?"

You wink. "Maybe."

Step three: go shopping. This is where the real fun begins. Because if you were going to seduce a man on a fancy cruise, you needed the right outfits.

Dressed in your comfiest clothes, you head straight to the mall, swaying your hips as you walk. You don't even check your bank balance before swiping your card—your motto for the day is simple:

"Money always comes back." Does it? No one knows. But it sounds inspiring.

You grab bikinis, sundresses, high heels that you probably won't be able to walk in, and way too many accessories. Because who knows? Maybe you'll meet a rich man on this cruise. A sexy billionaire with a mysterious past and a yacht twice the size of the one you're boarding. Maybe he'll fall for you instantly, whisk you away to his private island, and you'll never have to work again. Unrealistic? Probably. But a girl can dream.

Step four: prepare for the glow-up. The next few days become a self-care montage. You book a hair appointment, get a facial, and even buy one of those expensive serums that promise to make your skin glow like the moon. You do squats, just in case your future cruise boyfriend is a butt guy. You even attempt a new makeup routine, though you end up poking yourself in the eye with an eyeliner pencil.

Step five: mentally rehearse your flirt game. Because let's be honest—it's been a while. You're so used to working, eating, and passing out from exhaustion that your social skills have atrophied.

You can't just walk up to a hot guy and blurt out, "Hi, I'm desperate for love, attention, and possibly a vacation-funded situationship."

No. You need smoothness. So, you practice in front of the mirror.

"Hey, sailor. First time on a cruise?" No, that sounds like a weird pirate joke.

"Wow, the ocean is interesting. But not as interesting as you." Ugh, cringe.

"Hey. I like your... aura." What does that even mean?!

You sigh. Maybe you should just go for the classic: "Hi, I'm YN ." And let the universe handle the rest. The countdown continues. The excitement builds. You are ready.

Ah, the moment had finally arrived. With a flowy maxi dress that swayed dramatically in the ocean breeze, perfectly curled hair, sunkissed cheeks that made you look like you just stepped out of a romance novel, and accessories that said, I'm expensive even though my bank account disagrees.

Your heels clicked against the polished cruise floor as you strutted through the entrance, suitcase rolling behind you like you were the main character in a summer blockbuster.

The cruise staff smiled politely.

"Welcome aboard, Miss!" a staff member chirped as they guided you to your room.

"Thank you," you said, smiling.

They showed you around your cabin, a cute little space that felt like luxury despite being, well... a glorified floating hotel room. But you didn't care. This was your kingdom for the next two weeks.

The moment the staff left, you sprang into action. Clothes were unpacked of a woman on a mission. Outfit planning was key - You slipped into a simple but elegant knee-length dress, paired it with a sun hat.

You traced your fingers along the railing, watching the ocean waves crash against the ship. The warm glow of the setting sun kissed your face, and for a moment, you just breathed.

This—this—was the life. The soft girl era you had been manifesting. But let's get real. You weren't just here for peace and relaxation.

Night fell, and you found yourself perched at the bar, drink in hand, eyes scanning the room like a hunter. You had one goal: Find The One

A man approached. He smiled, offered to buy you a drink. You took one look at him. Nope. Not your type.

He had... soft boy energy. The type to cry if you ghosted him after the cruise. You needed spice. Someone who looked like he owned a boat—not someone whose mother still packed his lunch. You sighed dramatically as he walked away.

Day one: unsuccessful.

The next morning, you decided to take a different approach. Maybe the universe was testing you, making you work for it. Fine. Challenge accepted. You booked yourself a massage therapy session on the cruise spa. If nothing else, at least your body would feel amazing while your soul continued its manhunt. The therapist's hands worked their magic, kneading out every ounce of stress from your overworked life. You almost moaned. (Almost.)

After that? Socialize. That was the game plan. If the men weren't coming to you, then maybe you needed to create a network. You strolled through the ship, engaging in small talk with other women, hoping one of them would say something like: "Oh, you have to meet my brother, he's a billionaire!"

Unfortunately, that didn't happen. Instead, you just ended up bonding with a group of fun girls who, shockingly, were also on the same mission: Find A Hot Man Before The Cruise Ends. You were not alone. But still... no man.

Day three. No. Man.

You were starting to think this cruise was rigged. Where were the hot, mysterious strangers who were supposed to sweep you off your feet? Where were the rich men, the ones who could afford to casually spend a month on a cruise without blinking at the price tag?

You sighed dramatically, staring out at the ocean once again. The sun was shining, the waves were beautiful, and yet—no one was whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

Day seven. Still nothing.

Sure, you were enjoying yourself—partying every night, walking around the cruise like you owned it, and having the time of your life with Julie and Yunjin. But let's face it, no amount of cocktails and dancing could distract you from the harsh reality: You were still single, dry, and desperate.

Tonight, you were absolutely slaying in a red bikini, playing volleyball by the pool with the girls, when a random woman approached you with an invitation to a private party. A private party. Exclusive. Rich people. A potential husband waiting for you.

The universe was finally giving you a chance. Or so you thought.

Fast forward to the party, and—huge disappointment. Yes, the men were crazy rich Asians.

But none of them were your type. Too soft. Too awkward. Talked too fast. And let's not forget—you had read way too many articles about their strict family traditions. You weren't about to end up in some dramatic arranged-marriage situation.

So, with a sigh, you stepped outside for some fresh air. The night was peaceful, the ocean stretched endlessly before you, and the only lights came from the cruise, glowing softly against the dark water. You leaned against the railing, deep in thought.

Spending all this money on yourself was worth it... right?

Right? Even if you didn't get laid?

Before you could sink deeper into self-pity, voices caught your attention.

"I told you, I don't want to get married!" Your ears perked up.

Slowly, you turned your head, catching sight of two Asian men standing a few feet away.

One of them was tall. Very tall. His skin was almost porcelain, his sharp jawline looked like it belonged in a Renaissance painting, and his deep-set eyes paired with those moles on his face. What a sight.

You swallowed hard and took a tiny step closer, pretending to admire the scenery (totally normal, totally casual).

"You don't have a choice. It's for business."

"I don't want to! Fuck!"

And that was when they both turned—and locked eyes with you. Your body? Froze. Your brain? Also froze.

You immediately turned your head away, hands clasped behind your back, pretending to be deeply invested in the night sky. It's not like you even understood what they were saying, right? Right?!

You were about to open your mouth, maybe throw in an awkward wave, when a loud crash echoed through the ship, making you jolt.

The two men snapped their heads toward the sound, and you followed their gaze, eyes widening as you saw a wave of panicked people sprinting in your direction.

"What's happening?!" one of the men exclaimed.

Yeah, great question. You also wanted to know. But guess what? You don't speak Korean.

Before you could even attempt to process what was going on, the ship's lights suddenly went out. Screams of people reached your ears.

"What the fuck?!" you shrieked as people shoved past you, some even falling off the cruise. Falling. Like this was Titanic but with zero romance and just pure disaster.

Someone slammed into you hard, and your knees hit the floor. Pain shot through your legs, and just when you were about to unleash the most ungodly curse words, a strong hand grabbed yours.

You looked up—Tall, Handsome, and Mysterious. His sharp features were now shadowed by panic, his grip soft as he yanked you to your feet.

You barely had time to react before he started dragging you away.

"Ya! Sunghoon! Where are you going?!" His companion shouted, but Tall, Handsome, and Mysterious—apparently named Sunghoon—didn't even glance back.

"Wait, what— Where are we going?!" you yelled, stumbling as he pulled you through the frantic crowd. Did he answer? Of course not.

Because one, he was too focused on running for his life. And two, well... he probably didn't understand you either.

Oh God. You were going to die. On a cruise. With a hot stranger. And you didn't even get laid first. Fucking unbelievable.

The two of you came to a screeching halt at the end of a very long line of panicked people. The ship's crew was lowering lifeboats.

"Please, children first!" a crew member yelled, which only made the passengers more hysterical. People were pushing, screaming, and fighting for spots.

You clutched the man’s hand tighter, your anxiety skyrocketing as the ship tilted slightly lower. You nudged him desperately.

"Okay, look—is there a way we can get on a boat faster?! You're rich, right?!"

He turned to you, brows furrowed in deep concentration, clearly trying his best to understand whatever nonsense was spilling from your mouth.

"...Yes?" he finally said.

A relieved breath left your chest. Thank God. Finally, some progress!

"Okay, great! Call your dad! Bribe someone! Do something!" You frantically made a phone-call gesture with your hand, looking at him like this was life or death—because, spoiler alert, IT WAS.

But Sunghoon just stared at you. Blankly. Then, his gaze dropped to your hand gesture, his lips parting in complete and utter confusion.

Oh. Oh no.

A terrible realization dawned on you.

"Wait... do you speak English?!"

His eyes flickered between yours. Then, with the most serious face imaginable, he nodded and said:

"Yes?"

You nearly screamed.

"Is that the only word you know?!

This was certainly not the vacation you had envisioned.

A luxury cruise? Yes. A wealthy, attractive companion? Preferably. Plummeting into the ocean amid chaos and destruction? Absolutely not.

With a death grip on the railing, you watched in mounting horror as the ship tilted further, the ominous creaking of metal sending chills down your spine. All around you, passengers screamed, objects crashed, and luggage—along with some unfortunate individuals—slid helplessly toward the abyss below.

Tears welled in your eyes as you turned to the Korean man beside you, his sharp features illuminated by the dim emergency lights. Desperation clung to your voice as you wailed, "This is not the vacation I asked for!"

Sunghoon, for his part, simply blinked at you, his expression torn between mild concern and complete bewilderment.

The ship groaned once more, sinking lower into the sea. The reality of the situation hit you. You were going to die.

"Oh my God, I'm going to die!" you shrieked, voice cracking as panic consumed you.

Sunghoon continued to stare, his brows knitting together in what could only be described as confusion mixed with secondhand embarrassment.

This was not the time for him to have a language barrier.

"I JUST WANTED TO GET LAID!" you sobbed, squeezing the railing with every ounce of strength you had left.

Still, Sunghoon offered no response. Just that same perplexed expression—one that strongly suggested he was internally running your words through the world's slowest translation process.

Meanwhile, the water was rising fast.

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die—" you chanted, spiraling into complete hysteria as the ocean climbed closer, swallowing everything in its path.

Ice-cold water crashed into you with unforgiving force, stealing the breath from your lungs. Before you could fully comprehend the overwhelming shock, Sunghoon seized you, his arms encircling your body in a firm, desperate hold.

A moment later, the sea consumed you both. Everything after that was a blur. The waves tossed you around like a ragdoll, the darkness swallowing you whole. Every time you managed to break the surface for air, another merciless wave would crash down, dragging you back under.

You flailed, arms reaching desperately toward the sky.

"I don't want to get eaten by a shark!" You tried to scream, but the ocean rudely muffled your voice with another mouthful of saltwater.

Somewhere in the middle, you felt a strong grip on your waist— the Korean man. He was holding onto you, trying to keep you afloat as the ocean threatened to devour you both. Around you, screams and cries echoed in the distance. Floating debris—luggage, chairs, life vests—came hurtling toward you.

Then, darkness came over you.

You woke up to the feeling of something cool and soft beneath you. Your eyes fluttered open, the bright sun blinding you for a moment. The distant sound of gentle waves lapping against the shore filled your ears.

Sand. White sand. The water lazily brushed against your bare legs.

You slowly sat up, your body aching everywhere. Your legs were covered in bruises and scrapes, your back felt like you had been slammed into a brick wall, and your head was pounding.

Tears pricked at your eyes as you took in the scene before you—baggage, broken furniture, random objects from the cruise all scattered across the shore. The ocean had spit everything out onto the island.

Everything... except the people. Your breath hitched. Where were they?

Your chest tightened, panic bubbling in your throat. You were alone.

The realization hit you hard, and you did what any normal, rational person would do in this situation.

You sobbed. Loudly.

You stumbled to your feet, kicking at the sand in frustration. "No, no, no, no—" You stomped forward, your mind racing—until you suddenly tripped over something.

Or rather, someone.

Your heart nearly exploded out of your chest as you whipped around.

There, lying on the sand, completely still, was the Korean man.

His eyes were closed. His body unmoving. Panic smashed into you.

"Wait... Are you dead?!" you shrieked, scrambling toward him.

You pressed your ear to his chest, listening for a heartbeat.

...Was that his pulse, or just the waves in the distance?

You bit your lip, shaking hands moving to his wrist.

You don't know. Without thinking, you shot up, hands hovering over his chest.

Did you know CPR?

Absolutely not.

But now was a great time to learn.

"Okay, okay, stay calm," you told yourself, immediately panicking as you placed both hands on his chest and began pressing down. "One, two, three— Come on! Wake up, oppa!"

After a few more uncoordinated chest compressions, Sunghoon suddenly jerked upright, a massive gush of water spilling from his mouth.

You gasped, staggering back, clutching your own chest in shock.

His eyes darted around, his breaths ragged. Then, in a hoarse voice, he finally spoke.

"Beach?" Your jaw dropped.

"What did you just called me?!" you shrieked, standing up so fast you nearly toppled over. You pointed an accusatory finger at him, voice dripping with betrayal.

"After I saved your life, you have the audacity to call me a bitch?!"

Sunghoon, still catching his breath, blinked at you with an expression that teetered between exhaustion and utter bewilderment. Slowly, he lifted a shaky hand, pointing at the sand, the waves, the scattered debris around you.

"Beach?" he repeated, this time with a bit more certainty—like he was trying to confirm a very simple fact with a very unstable person.

Your mouth hung open as realization dawned.

Then, much to Sunghoon's evident concern, you let out a sharp laugh and dramatically dropped down beside him.

"No! We're not on a beach!" you declared, flinging a handful of sand in frustration.

"A beach is where you go on vacation! A beach is where you sip margaritas, flirt with people, and—" you gestured wildly, "—engage in adult activities! This? This is a shipwreck. This is a disaster. This is the exact opposite of a beach!"

You let out a deep, frustrated groan and kicked at the sand like a petulant child.

Sunghoon simply stared.

For a moment, the only sound was the gentle crash of waves and your heavy breathing.

Then, hesitantly, he tilted his head. "...Beach?"

You whipped around so fast your neck nearly snapped.

"Aren't you rich?!" you shrieked, pointing a finger at him. "Where are the rescue teams?! The helicopters?! The life-saving butlers?!"

Sunghoon looked at you, then at himself—shirt tattered, hair an absolute mess, shoeless—before giving you a flat, unimpressed stare.

"Do you even understand what I'm saying?!" you shouted.

Sunghoon flinched.

And then—you broke.

With a loud, dramatic sob, you collapsed forward, your head landing squarely on his lap.

Sunghoon froze.

It was unclear whether he was more alarmed by your breakdown or the fact that you were now clutching onto his pants.

"I just wanted to take a vacation," you whimpered, voice muffled against the fabric.

Sunghoon swallowed hard, his entire body stiffening as though any sudden movement might send you spiraling further.

For a moment, his hands hovered awkwardly, unsure of what to do. Then, hesitantly, he placed one hand on your back, patting you in the most cautious, unsure manner possible. It was clear he had no idea what you were saying, but somehow, he understood exactly what you meant.

After a long silence, you finally lifted your head, eyes puffy and red, and stared at him with all the hopelessness in the world.

"Are we going to die?" you asked softly.

Sunghoon swallowed hard, clearly trying not to panic at your proximity. His Adam's apple bobbed, his gaze flickering from your eyes to your tear-streaked face.

Sunghoon scratched the back of his head as he tried to process your words—or, at the very least, pretend he understood them. He glanced up at the sky, as if hoping divine intervention would provide him with a proper English response.

"E-Engrish... n-no," he stammered, his accent thick and adorable despite the very serious situation. Then, placing a hand on his chest, he introduced himself, "I'm Sunghoon."

You stared at him, tilting your head slightly, waiting for him to continue.

"Chaebol, uhh... b-boat, I do not know."

You squinted.

What the hell was a chaebol? Was that a type of rescue plan? A fancy emergency yacht? A secret society of ridiculously wealthy people who parachuted in to save their own?

"Okay, Sunghoon," you said, leaning in a little closer, placing your hands on either side of him, effectively trapping him in place. "I assume you're rich, right?"

Sunghoon blinked rapidly, visibly gulping at your sudden proximity. His entire body stiffened.

"Rich... big money... uhh," you raised your hand, flashing three fingers at him in an attempt to mimic a money sign.

"Yes," he nodded quickly. A breath of relief escaped your lips. You immediately sat up properly, crossing your legs in front of him.

"Okay, Sunghoon. I'm Y/N," you said, placing a hand on your chest as if introducing yourself to a lost toddler.

Sunghoon nodded, seemingly pleased with this exchange of names.

You then motioned dramatically between him, yourself, and the wide, endless ocean surrounding the island.

"Do you know when we're going to be rescued?"

Sunghoon followed the movement of your hand. His eyes drifted towards the vast expanse of nothingness.

There was a long, tense pause.

Then, slowly, Sunghoon turned back to you, his expression hesitant, searching for an answer in the endless horizon of nothingness. Your shoulders slumped in disappointment.

Of course. Of course, this was your luck.

With a heavy sigh, you stood up, brushing the sand off your legs and walking a few steps away from him. Tears welled in your eyes, blurring your vision.

First, you did not get laid.

Second, you experienced a shipwreck.

Third, you were now stuck on a deserted island with a man who could barely string together a full English sentence.

What was next? Would a coconut fall on your head for comedic effect? Maybe a monkey would try to pull your hair. At this point, you wouldn't even be surprised.

Throwing your arms up dramatically, you turned towards the ocean and screamed at the top of your lungs, "Help!"

Silence. Not even an echo. Just the sound of gentle waves and a very distant seagull that clearly did not give a shit about your crisis.

"Help!" you screamed again, voice cracking slightly. "Somebody, anybody, rescue me!"

Nothing. You were on your own. No WiFi, no room service, no air conditioning.

"God," you muttered bitterly, hands on your hips, "my life is a fucking joke."

You collapsed onto the sand, pulling your knees to your chest, forehead resting against them. Your body shook with quiet sobs.

If only you had just stayed home. Worked some overtime. Maybe downloaded Tinder and lowered your standards. You could have been having a perfectly miserable date with an emotionally unavailable finance bro instead of... whatever this was.

Footsteps approached you.

You didn't look up, just continued to sniffle pathetically into your knees.

A hesitant voice finally broke the silence.

"S-sorry," Sunghoon said.

Your head slowly lifted, eyes red and puffy as you blinked up at him.

"Why are you saying sorry?" you asked, voice raspy from all the screaming.

He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "C-can't speak Engrish. Y-you angry."

Your chest softened.

Oh, great. Now you felt like an asshole.

You shook your head, sighing. "No, I'm not angry. I'm just..." You searched for the right word. "Frustrated. This isn't your fault."

Sunghoon stared at you, unsure. You sighed again, rubbing your temples. "I'm sorry for the way I treated you."

For a moment, the two of you just sat there, the sound of the waves filling the silence between you.

Then, Sunghoon exhaled deeply, looking at the endless stretch of ocean before him.

"Maybe... no die," he said, nodding to himself as if convincing both of you.

You sniffled, raising an eyebrow at him. "Yeah? And what makes you so sure?"

Sunghoon turned to you, giving you a small, confident smile.

"Rich," he said simply, pointing at himself.

And for the first time since this whole nightmare started, you laughed.

"Clothes—essential. Toothbrush and toothpaste, thank God. A picture frame? Weird, but okay. Slippers—wait, where's the other pair? Glasses... maybe useful." You muttered under your breath, rummaging through the scattered belongings that had washed up on shore.

Sunghoon sat in front of you, watching with quiet curiosity, as if trying to decipher some kind of complex survival strategy.

The sun was beginning to dip below, the waves growing louder, and most importantly—your stomach was still empty.

You continued digging through the suitcase, hoping for something practical, when your fingers brushed against a small plastic packet. Pulling it out, you squinted at the object in your hand before realization dawned.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me," you deadpanned, holding up a condom like it was an insult to your very existence.

Sunghoon's face turned a deep shade of red as he immediately looked away, pretending to admire the trees.

With a defeated sigh, you flopped onto the sand. "This is not going to work out."

After a moment, you sat up again, looking at Sunghoon as an idea formed in your mind.

"They're probably looking for you, right? Because you're rich?" You rested your chin on your hand, studying him. "Maybe we won't be stuck here for long."

Sunghoon blinked at you, clearly lost.

Your gaze drifted over his sharp features—the dark moles scattered across his skin, his thick brows, his annoyingly flawless complexion.

He was attractive, sure, but not exactly your type. He had that soft, polished look, like he walked straight out of a K-drama. And while that might make some people swoon, you preferred your men a little rougher around the edges. Maybe someone like Thomas Brodie-Sangster—slim but scrappy, and preferably fluent in English.

Sunghoon swallowed hard under your scrutiny, shifting slightly.

"You're, like, super handsome," you admitted, gesturing at him. "Do you have a girlfriend?"

He opened his mouth. "M-marry?"

Your eyes widened. "You're married?!"

Sunghoon's hands flew up in protest, frantically shaking his head. "No, no! I don't want marry, but... I have marry."

You squinted at him, processing his words. Then, after a few seconds, you clapped your hands together. "Oh! You mean you're supposed to get married, but you don't want to?"

Sunghoon nodded, letting out a frustrated sigh, his expression a mixture of frustration and resignation.

You huffed, crossing your arms. "Well, that sucks. Arranged marriage?"

He hesitated before nodding.

You let out a dramatic gasp, clutching your chest. "Wow. Straight out of a K-drama."

Sunghoon blinked at you, obviously not understanding a word you just said.

You sighed, leaning back on your hands. "So, let me get this straight. You're rich, engaged against your will, stuck on an island with me, and completely at my mercy when it comes to survival."

Sunghoon frowned slightly. "M-mercy?"

You grinned, rubbing your hands together. "Exactly. I could totally make you my servant right now, and you wouldn't even know how to argue back."

Sunghoon narrowed his eyes at you, clearly sensing mischief but unable to form a proper response.

You raised the condom still in your hand. "For example, I could totally tell you this is an emergency water container, and you'd believe me."

Sunghoon's face turned even redder, and he quickly looked away, pretending to be very interested in the sand.

Laughing at his reaction, you finally tossed it aside. "Relax, Sunghoon. Not like I can use it anyway—no boyfriend, no food, no shelter. Priorities."

Sunghoon cleared his throat, still avoiding eye contact.

The hunger pangs in your stomach reminded you of your actual priorities, and you groaned, clutching your middle.

"Okay, serious question, do you know how to start a fire?"

Sunghoon furrowed his brows. "Fire?"

You mimed striking two rocks together. "Fire. Heat. Warmth. Cook food—" You paused, suddenly remembering you had no food to cook. "Okay, fine. Just warmth for survival."

Determined, you stood up and made your way into the forest, not venturing too far but gathering leaves and scraps of wood along the way. Sunghoon followed closely behind, mimicking your actions with quiet concentration.

Once you had collected a decent pile, you dropped everything onto the sand with a satisfied sigh. Grabbing two stones, you struck them together, fully expecting a spark to appear.

Nothing happened.

Sunghoon tilted his head, watching with clear confusion but staying silent.

You huffed in frustration, then grabbed two sticks instead. Placing one between your palms, you furiously rotated it against another piece of wood, convinced this would be the breakthrough moment.

Still, nothing.

"U-uh... Y/N, what you do?" Sunghoon finally asked, breaking the silence.

You shot him a deadpan look. "Fire. I'm making fire so we don't freeze to death." To illustrate, you hugged yourself for warmth, then dramatically mimed flames with your hands.

Sunghoon blinked, then casually reached into one of the scattered bags that had washed up on shore. After rummaging around for a moment, he pulled out a small, sleek object.

You squinted.

Then your eyes widened.

"Motherfucker," you muttered, staring at the lighter in his hand.

He held it up proudly, flipping the cap open and striking the wheel. A tiny flame flickered to life instantly.

You blinked. Then, slowly, you looked down at your raw, aching hands, still clutching the two useless pieces of wood you had spent the last ten minutes vigorously rubbing together.

Sunghoon, still not oblivious to your growing frustration, smiled and tilted his head.

"Fire," he said helpfully, as if you had not just been struggling to invent it from scratch.

"Yeah. Fire," you deadpanned, dropping the wood onto the sand and rubbing your sore palms. "Great discovery, Sunghoon."

Sunghoon beamed, clearly proud of himself, and you had to physically restrain yourself from throwing a rock at his stupidly handsome face.

Sighing, you sat back down. "Alright, whatever. At least we won't freeze to death," you muttered, watching as Sunghoon carefully set up the fire like a man who had never camped a day in his life.

A small flame flickered, the dry leaves catching quickly.

You exhaled in relief, finally feeling the warmth seep into your skin.

Sunghoon sat beside you, grinning.

"So," you said, glancing at him. "You know that the bag had a lighter this whole time, huh?"

Sunghoon blinked innocently. "Yes?"

You inhaled sharply, forcing a smile as you stared into the flames.

This man was going to kill you before the island did.

You had no idea how you even managed to fall asleep, but exhaustion had clearly won. When you woke up, the first thing you saw was Sunghoon sprawled beside you, mouth wide open, snoring so loud.

Your nostrils flared as you sat up, rubbing your face and trying to shake off the grogginess. Survival. Right. That was still a thing you had to figure out.

Glancing out at the sea, you searched for any signs of boats or people. Nothing. Just endless waves mocking your misfortune. With a sigh, you stood up and began collecting the scattered items that had washed ashore, piling them near your makeshift sleeping area.

A chair? Seriously?

Some wooden planks—those could be useful.

A knife—now we're talking.

Plastic bottles.

And... a fishing rod.

Your eyes widened. A fishing rod!

Determined, you set off further down the shore, hoping to find more supplies—or, by some miracle, another human being. You combed through the sand, picking up anything remotely useful, before finally returning to your spot.

By then, Sunghoon was awake, squinting against the sunlight like a grumpy toddler.

"What you do?" he asked, voice deep and groggy.

You stared at him, then dramatically gestured to the growing pile of survival essentials.

"I'm gathering things to help us survive," you explained. As expected, Sunghoon tilted his head like a confused puppy but nodded anyway, accepting your words without question.

"We can improvise with these. Maybe even explore deeper into the forest... but I don't know. It might be dangerous. We need a strategy." You tapped your chin, thinking hard.

From Sunghoon's perspective, you looked extremely serious—like a survival expert. Meanwhile, you were just winging it.

"Are you hungry?" you asked, signing with your hands—pointing to your stomach, then miming eating.

Sunghoon immediately nodded, clutching his stomach.

That was... adorable.

No. Focus. Survival first.

You sat down and started rummaging through the bags you had collected, treating it like an unboxing video. "Come on, help me. Maybe there's food in here!"

Both of you tore through the bags, tossing useless items aside. Clothes, chargers, toiletries—no food. The tension built with each disappointing find until—

Sunghoon gasped dramatically, holding up a plastic bag of biscuits.

Both of you locked eyes, pure joy spreading across your faces. You snatched the bag, ripped it open, and shoved a biscuit into your mouth.

Tears welled in your eyes. Food had never tasted this good.

The two of you ate in silence, savoring every bite. Biscuit after biscuit disappeared—until there was only one pack left.

You froze. Sunghoon froze.

Slowly, his hand inched toward the last pack.

Without hesitation, you smacked it away.

He looked at you, betrayed.

"We need to ration our food! We don't know how long we'll be stuck here!" You crossed your arms, glaring at him.

"B-but hungry," he pouted.

You wagged your finger at him. "Nuh-uh! No more until we figure out how to get more food."

Sunghoon sighed, pouting his lips.

Ignoring his silent suffering, you grabbed the fishing rod and held it up proudly.

"We can use the biscuit as bait and catch a fish! Boom—instant lunch!" You grinned, excited by your own genius idea.

Sunghoon blinked at you. "mulgogi?"

You frowned for a second before assuming he was saying "fish" in Korean. Nodding confidently, you handed him the fishing rod. "Yes! mulgogi. We catch. We eat."

Sunghoon nodded in understanding—or at least, you hoped he did.

The two of you marched toward the shore.

You broke a small piece of the precious biscuit, carefully hooking it onto the line. Sunghoon watched, tilting his head.

"Now, we wait," you said, tossing the line into the water with a triumphant flick of your wrist.

And so, you waited. And waited. And waited.

The waves gently lapped against the shore. A seagull screeched in the distance. Sunghoon scratched his head. You started humming a tune.

Nothing.

After what felt like an eternity, you sighed, passing the fishing rod to him and crossing your arms. "Okay, maybe they just don't like biscuits."

Sunghoon tilted his head, looking equally disappointed.

You scoffed, throwing your hands in the air. "How dare they? If I were a fish, I'd take a bite!"

Sunghoon blinked at you. "You... fish?"

You sighed, patting his shoulder. "No, Sunghoon. I am not a fish."

He nodded slowly, still looking confused.

Sunghoon squinted at the rod, as if trying to communicate with the fish telepathically. Then, without warning, he yanked the rod back—so forcefully that the biscuit flew off the hook and straight into the ocean.

Both of you gasped in horror.

Sunghoon turned to you, wide-eyed. "Biscuit... gone."

You inhaled sharply, fists clenched at your sides. "Sunghoon."

He gulped. "Y-yes?"

"You just fed the fish."

Sunghoon opened his mouth, then immediately shut it. He glanced at the ocean, then back at you, then at the fishing rod in his hands.

Slowly, he placed it on the ground and took a step back.

You groaned, rubbing your temples. "Okay. New plan."

Sunghoon nodded eagerly. "New plan."

Silence settled between you both.

"...What plan?" he asked after a moment.

With an exasperated sigh, you pulled yourself to your feet and marched toward the forest.

"Y/N, what plan?!" Sunghoon hurried after you, watching in alarm as you grabbed a knife and a bag before stepping into the thick greenery.

"Don't follow me! It's dangerous—we don't know if there are wild animals or some dangerous tribe that eats humans!" you warned.

Sunghoon shook his head stubbornly. "N-no! Uh... alone here, no!"

"I'm trying to get us food! Or maybe water!" You walked faster, pushing aside vines and leaves with the knife.

You knew this was risky. Venturing into a dense, unfamiliar forest on a deserted island was far from a smart move. But you were out of options. If you couldn't catch anything in the ocean, you at least needed fresh water. Otherwise, dehydration and hunger would do you in before rescue ever arrived.

How long was that going to take anyway?

"Y/N!" Sunghoon's voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

You halted, eyes widening at the sight before you—tall coconut trees stood proudly above, their fruit clustered high above your reach.

"Liquid secured!" You grinned, pointing upward.

Sunghoon followed your gaze, squinting at the coconuts.

"Can you climb?" you asked, turning to him.

Sunghoon opened his mouth to respond, but before a single word could escape, a sharp hissing sound cut through the air.

Both of you froze.

Sunghoon glanced down and immediately went pale. Something slithered near his foot.

His face contorted in horror. "Snakeu!!!"

Panic surged through you both.

Without thinking, you stomped your feet, hoping to scare the creature away. Meanwhile, Sunghoon did the only logical thing in his state of sheer terror—he leaped onto you, wrapping his legs tightly around your waist like a terrified koala.

You didn't even process the weight before pure adrenaline kicked in. Screaming, you took off sprinting, charging back toward the beach, carrying him in your arms as if your life depended on it.

By the time you hit the white sand, your legs finally gave out. You collapsed, Sunghoon landing beneath you.

And then, he looked at you.

The sunlight framed your face, casting a soft glow over your features. Strands of your hair stuck to your forehead from the sweat of running, but somehow, it only made you look more effortless—wild, untamed, yet undeniably beautiful.

Your wide eyes, still filled with leftover adrenaline, shimmered under the golden light, and your lips, slightly parted as you tried to catch your breath, looked softer than he'd expect for someone who had just sprinted for their life.

Sunghoon gulped.

Pretty, his mind supplied unhelpfully. Too pretty.

Forgetting himself, he continued staring, his gaze following the curve of your nose, the way your eyelashes fluttered slightly, the way your brows furrowed just a little in confusion.

"...So," you finally said, voice still breathless, "did we outrun the snake or was that just a leaf?"

Sunghoon blinked rapidly, snapping out of whatever trance he had fallen into.

"Maybe... leaf," he mumbled.

You huffed heavily, peeling yourself off of him and rolling onto the sand. "Unbelievable," you muttered under your breath, staring up at the sky.

Sunghoon sat up beside you, still catching his breath. His gaze lingered on your face, noting the way your chest rose and fell steadily, the slight pout of your lips, and the faint traces of exhaustion on your features.

"You... not angry?" he asked hesitantly.

You turned your head toward him, flashing a sarcastic smile. "Oh, no, not at all, Sunghoon. I love sprinting for my life from imaginary snakes. It's my favorite cardio workout."

Sunghoon nodded slowly, pretending to understand. Smiling at you sweetly in relief.

You almost roll your eyes. With a sigh, you pushed yourself up, dusting the sand off your legs. "Let me take a break, and then I'll go back to the forest."

At that, Sunghoon's eyes widened, and he shook his head frantically. "No, no, no. Uh... plan. Me and you." He pointed at himself, then at you, then toward the dreaded forest.

You raised a brow. "You want to join me in the forest?"

Sunghoon nodded determinedly.

"But you're scared," you teased, a smirk tugging at your lips. "Snakeu."

At the word, Sunghoon visibly tensed, quickly making an X with his arms before pressing his palms together in a solemn promise. "No scared. Protect you."

You stared at him for a moment, amused by his attempt at bravery. He's terrified, you thought, but the way he sat up straight, brows furrowed in mock seriousness, was kind of... endearing.

With a small chuckle, you rolled your eyes. "Fine, you're coming with me. But if we see another snakeu, you're on your own."

Sunghoon gulped, but he nodded nonetheless.

"Tarzan is so hot," you muttered, arms crossed as you admired the imaginary image of him in your mind. "The muscles, the biceps, the way he moves like a monkey but still looks insanely attractive—"

A loud grunt snapped you back to reality.

You turned your head, watching Sunghoon struggle with the coconut tree like his life depended on it. His entire body was wrapped around the trunk, clinging awkwardly, legs flailing as he tried to inch his way up. It was like watching a very determined sloth attempt a pull-up.

You sighed, placing your hands on your hips. This is the smallest coconut tree you’ve ever seen, you thought, and this man still can't even reach halfway.

Sunghoon let out a final, defeated grunt before—

"Agh!"

With an unceremonious thud, he slid down, landing flat on his back.

You blinked.

"Wow. That was... impressive," you deadpanned.

Sunghoon exhaled heavily, staring at the sky. "Tree... no good," he muttered.

You crouched beside him, suppressing a laugh. "You okay?"

He sat up slowly, wincing as he rubbed his back. "Yes. But... coconut no like me."

You snorted. "Maybe we should try something else before you break a rib. Or your dignity."

Sunghoon nodded, still dazed. "New plan."

You clapped your hands together. "Okay! New plan—you're gonna carry me on your shoulders so I can reach the coconuts. Got it?"

Sunghoon just blinked at you.

Right. Language barrier.

Sighing, you resorted to charades, dramatically pointing at him, then at yourself, and then mimicking climbing motions. Miraculously, his eyes lit up with understanding. Thank God.

Moments later, you found yourself perched on Sunghoon's shoulders, gripping his head for dear life as he carefully guided you toward the coconut tree.

You gulped. Holy shit, he's tall. The ground seemed miles away, and your legs instinctively tightened around his shoulders.

"Sunghoon, I'm gonna stand now—hold me steady, okay?" you said, voice laced with nerves.

Sunghoon let out a small grunt, bracing his hands on your legs to keep you balanced. Slowly, you placed your feet on his broad shoulders, wobbling slightly as you adjusted.

Then you realized something.

"Sunghoon, lift my butt!"

His whole body stiffened. "H-huh?!"

You wiggled your hips impatiently. "Lift it! Come on, boost me up!"

Sunghoon made a choking sound. He stared up at you, his hands hovered awkwardly, debating whether to touch or run for his life.

"Sunghoon!" you urged.

With a face so red it could rival the sunset, he hesitantly placed his hands under you and lifted you up—his movements stiff, careful, and very, very flustered.

"You—uh, Y/N—uh, this okay?" Sunghoon stammered, barely breathing.

"Yes, yes! Just hold still!" you hissed, gripping the tree like your life depended on it.

With a few forceful climbs and some questionable wobbles, you somehow managed to hoist yourself up to the top.

You let out a triumphant breath, balancing yourself against the trunk. Looking down, you spotted Sunghoon still standing right beneath you.

"Move away!" you shouted, one hand gripping a coconut, ready to drop it.

Sunghoon blinked up at you, clueless. "Huh?!"

"Move! Get away—shit!"

The coconut slipped from your grasp.

Sunghoon yelped, narrowly dodging the potential skull-cracking disaster as the coconut crashed into the ground beside him. His eyes were as wide as saucers, his breath ragged.

"You almost kill me!" he gasped, clutching his chest as if his heart might leap out at any moment.

You let out an exasperated sigh, rolling your eyes. While you didn't understand the exact words, his tone—and the sheer terror on his face—was enough to fill in the blanks.

"Well, I did tell you to move!" you retorted, balancing carefully atop the tree.

Sunghoon scowled up at you, still visibly shaken.

"I'm just trying to get us food!" you added, plucking another coconut and holding it threateningly. "So, unless you want a concussion, I suggest you listen next time!"

He promptly scrambled further away, eyes never leaving the coconut in your hand.

"Liquid secured."

You exhaled deeply, taking a moment to appreciate the small victory. At the very least, thirst would not be your cause of death. The sky, now dimming into a darker shade of blue, hinted at impending rainfall—an additional blessing in disguise.

However, food remained an unsolved predicament.

As you and Sunghoon trudged back from the shore, he struggled to balance four coconuts in his arms, his gait slightly unsteady as he maneuvered around scattered debris. You, on the other hand, scanned the surroundings in search of anything remotely edible. That was when you spotted them—clusters of goose plums nestled among the greenery.

A wave of relief washed over you. At least we won't starve completely. Thank God for your basic fruit knowledge, or you'd probably be chewing on something poisonous by now.

But that wasn't the only thing you noticed.

It was bright afternoon when your feet reach you at the shore. Right there, lying on the damp sand, was a peculiar, cucumber-shaped creature. It wriggled slightly, looking almost alien-like.

Sunghoon, sipping coconut water through a plastic straw he salvaged from one of the washed-up bags, stepped beside you and followed your gaze.

His eyes followed your line of sight, and together, in perfect synchrony, the two of you tilted your heads.

A long silence ensued.

You crouched down first, carefully extending a finger toward the mysterious creature.

Tap. Nothing. You tap it again, still no reaction.

You narrowed your eyes. "Are you edible?" you murmured, voice barely above a whisper, as if trying to communicate with the unknown entity. And then— Without warning, the creature released a sudden jet of thick, white liquid from its opening.

Sunghoon, caught mid-sip, choked violently on his coconut water, his body jerking forward as he coughed uncontrollably. His face contorted in sheer disbelief as he desperately tried to regain control of his breathing. Meanwhile, you froze, eyes blown wide in shock.

For a brief moment, there was only stunned silence between the two of you. And then, the laughter erupted.

You collapsed onto the sand, wheezing, clutching your stomach as the absurdity of the situation washed over you. Sunghoon was now lying on his back, laughing so hard that no sound was coming out. His entire body shook as he hit the sand repeatedly, as if trying to exorcise the memory from his mind.

"Did—did that just happen?!" you gasped between fits of laughter. Sunghoon, still struggling to form coherent words, simply nodded, his entire face red from either laughter or oxygen deprivation.

Tears gathered at the corners of your eyes as you wiped at them. "Oh my god, we broke it." Still chuckling, you reached forward and picked up the poor, unsuspecting creature once again. Sunghoon, immediately wary, scooted backward.

"Touch it," you urged, barely holding back another laugh. Sunghoon furrowed his brows, shaking his head vehemently. "No. No, no, no. I do not trust."

Rolling your eyes, you tilted the creature toward him. "Come on, it's harmless! Just one little poke!" He hesitated. Then, after much internal debate, he extended a single, reluctant finger—

Another burst of white liquid shot out. This time, Sunghoon shrieked. An actual shriek.

You collapsed onto the sand, utterly useless, consumed by another fit of uncontrollable laughter. "It looks like a cumming dick!" you wheezed, barely able to breathe between your giggles.

Sunghoon, already red from laughter, turned an even deeper shade of crimson. He smacked his hands over his face, groaning between chuckles.

The two of you continued laughing until your stomachs ached, rolling on the sand like complete idiots stranded in the middle of nowhere. Eventually, the hysteria died down, replaced by exhausted breaths and occasional snickers.

Now, both of you sat in silence, crouched by a small fire, cooking the very same sea cucumber you had been laughing at moments ago.

You poked at it with a makeshift stick, watching as it sizzled in the weak flames. "This feels morally wrong," you muttered.

Sunghoon, eyes trained on the fire, hummed in thought. "It... safe?" he asked, looking at you as if you were supposed to be the survival expert here.

You gave him a deadpan stare. "You tell me. You're the one who said it's edible."

Sunghoon pursed his lips before shrugging. "Maybe... maybe die?"

You smacked his arm. "Don't joke like that!"

"Maybe not die?" he corrected quickly, holding back a laugh.

Days of being stranded on an island were the last thing you ever wanted to experience. It was nothing like the adventure movies made it seem—those always ended with the survivors thin, sunburnt, and borderline insane.

At first, you had dreaded ending up the same way. But now, on day four, you weren't so sure.

You glanced at Sunghoon, who was currently sitting in the sand, attempting to build a very questionable-looking sandcastle. Despite his hopeless survival skills, he was surprisingly unbothered by the entire situation.

He ate whatever you managed to scavenge, tried (and failed) to catch fish with his bare hands, and even helped you construct a pitiful excuse for a tent.

What stood out the most, though, was how quickly he picked up on your words. Each day, his English improved bit by bit—though not without some truly hilarious mistranslations along the way.

You watched him pile more wet sand onto his lopsided creation, his expression one of pure focus.

Maybe being stranded wasn't that bad. Not if you had someone like Sunghoon around—someone who didn't crumble under stress but instead found joy in the smallest things.

"Sunghoon," you called, watching as he paused mid-sandcastle, hands covered in damp grains of sand. He lifted his head, tilting it slightly in curiosity.

"Are you happy?"

For a moment, he didn't answer. Instead, he glanced up at the sky, his usual thinking habit, before nodding. "Yes."

His smile was soft, genuine—like he truly meant it.

You found yourself studying his face, taking in the details you had unconsciously memorized over the past four days.

The way his cheeks and nose were always tinged red from too much sun exposure. The way his eyes flickered upward in thought before he gave you a response. The way he would bring back scraps of wood for the fire with a proud grin, as if he had just conquered the wilderness.

And, of course, the way he flexed his arms at you as a joke, despite not being particularly muscular.

Sunghoon was... unexpected. A person you would have never imagined being stuck with, yet somehow, he made the situation bearable. Maybe even enjoyable.

Lost in thought, you almost didn't notice when he suddenly struck a pose, flexing again with an exaggerated smirk. "Strong man."

You snorted, shaking your head. "Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, Tarzan."

Sunghoon furrowed his brows. "Tar...zan?"

You rolled your eyes, leaning back onto your hands. "Forget it."

The playful atmosphere lingered for a moment before Sunghoon's expression shifted, his hands slowing as he traced patterns into the sand. His voice was quieter when he spoke again.

"In Korea, I am not happy," he admitted, gaze fixed downward. "Marry a girl I do not love."

You stared at him, letting him talk.

Sunghoon sighed, his fingers drawing absent-minded circles in the sand. "Family say... must marry. No choice." He looked up at you, something heavy in his eyes. "I do not want marry."

You frowned, hugging your knees to your chest. "That's... kind of messed up."

Sunghoon tilted his head, not fully understanding, so you sighed and tried again. "I mean, forcing you to marry someone you don't love? That's not fair."

He nodded slowly, as if letting the words sink in. "Yes. Not fair."

"Is that why you separate yourself from them when the cruise is sinking?" you asked carefully. "Were you... running away from them?"

Sunghoon hesitated, then gave a small nod. "Yes."

You let out a low whistle, leaning back on your palms. "Damn. So, technically, this island might be the best thing to happen to you."

Sunghoon blinked, then let out a dry chuckle. "Maybe."

You nudged him with your foot. "So, what's the plan? When we get rescued, are you going back? Or are you gonna pull a full-on lost prince escaping his royal duties situation?"

He seemed to think for a long moment before exhaling. "I... do not know."

You had no sarcastic remark, no teasing quip. Instead, you just sat there, watching as Sunghoon absentmindedly drew a stick figure in the sand.

After a moment, you sighed, resting your chin on your knees. "Well, at least you're safe here. No family breathing down your neck, no forced marriage... just me, you, and our little slice of survival hell."

Sunghoon chuckled under his breath, shaking his head. "Hell?"

You gestured around dramatically. "Oh, absolutely. No internet, no fast food, no soft beds—this is prime suffering, my friend."

He gave you a lopsided smile. "But... you smile."

You blinked, caught off guard. "Huh?"

Sunghoon pointed at you, tilting his head. "Say suffering... but smile."

Your lips parted, but you had no immediate response. You hadn't really thought about it, but he was right. Sure, the situation sucked, and yes, you'd kill for a burger and an actual shower, but... you were still smiling. Still laughing.

Maybe it was because of him.

Shaking off the thought, you huffed dramatically. "Well, what can I say? Misery loves company."

Sunghoon furrowed his brows. "Misery... loves company?"

You waved a hand. "It just means suffering is easier when you're not alone."

He nodded as if absorbing the meaning, then gave you a small, knowing smile. "Then... we suffer together."

You snorted, nudging him again. "Damn right."

The conversation could've turned heavy again, but Sunghoon suddenly gasped, eyes wide as he pointed behind you.

"Y/N! Look!"

You whipped around, expecting something dramatic—maybe a rescue boat, a wild animal, or even another poor soul who had washed up on the shore. Instead, it was a coconut crab. A big, ugly coconut crab, waddling sideways near your pathetic attempt at a fire pit.

You turned back to Sunghoon, unimpressed. "Seriously?"

Sunghoon grinned, grabbing a stick like a spear. "Dinner."

You watched as he dramatically stood, stick raised like a warrior about to go into battle. The crab, oblivious, continued its slow march across the sand.

"You realize if you miss, that thing is coming for revenge, right?"

Sunghoon ignored you, focusing on his target. You watched, highly entertained, as he took a deep breath.

—And lunged.

And missed.

The stick bounced off the sand, the crab flinched, and Sunghoon yelped as the angry crustacean turned and started scuttling toward him at full speed.

"YA!" Sunghoon scrambled back, arms flailing.

You burst out laughing, clutching your stomach as he ran in circles, trying to escape the vengeful crab.

Day Eight. Still no rescue.

The massive SOS you had carefully arranged with coconut leaves on the white sand remained untouched, unnoticed. No planes overhead, no boats in the distance—just the endless ocean mocking you.

With a sigh, you decided to push deeper into the forest, hoping to find something useful. Sunghoon followed closely behind, gripping his makeshift spear like he was the lead character in a survival movie. His eyes darted around cautiously, scanning for any signs of danger.

You rolled your eyes. "Relax, Tarzan. The worst thing we've seen so far is that angry coconut crab."

Sunghoon frowned. "Crab scary."

You snorted, adjusting the bag slung over your shoulder. It was filled with random toiletries you had salvaged—mostly useless, but at least you had toothpaste, and body wash. Now, if only you could find fresh water.

You stopped abruptly, causing Sunghoon to bump into you.

"Yah!" he complained, rubbing his chest.

"Shh!" You raised a hand, listening. There was a faint, trickling sound. Your eyes widened, and you spun around to Sunghoon, grabbing his arm.

"Do you hear that?"

He tilted his head, listening, before his expression brightened. "Water?"

"Water!"

Without hesitation, you grabbed his wrist and took off running toward the sound. Sunghoon stumbled after you, nearly tripping over roots in his rush to keep up.

The two of you crashed through the foliage, excitement building—until you finally broke through a clearing.

And there it was.

A beautiful, crystal-clear stream, flowing gently through the rocks, shimmering under the sunlight. Birds chirped overhead, the air smelled fresh and clean, and for a moment, it felt like you had just discovered paradise.

Tears pricked at your eyes. "Sunghoon... we did it. Fresh water!"

Sunghoon, equally amazed, crouched down to inspect it. He dipped a hand into the stream, watching as the water ran through his fingers. "Cold..."

"That's a good thing!" You practically shoved him aside in your eagerness, cupping your hands to drink. The cool liquid hit your throat, and you nearly moaned in relief. It wasn't salty, it wasn't muddy—just fresh, actual water.

Sunghoon watched you with a mixture of amusement and fascination before cautiously taking a sip himself. His eyes widened. "It's delicious..."

You grinned, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. "We're so smart."

Sunghoon chuckled. "Smart... but smell bad."

You gasped, shoving him. "Excuse me?!"

He laughed, dodging your attack. "Water here! Bath!"

You looked down at your clothes—torn, dirty, stained with sand and sweat. Okay, maybe he had a point.

But before you could respond, Sunghoon ripped his shirt off and stepped into the stream without hesitation.

You choked. "Wait—what are you doing?!"

Sunghoon turned to you, grinning. "Shower!"

Your face burned as you turned away. "Warn a girl next time, Jesus!"

Sunghoon only laughed, splashing water in your direction. You shrieked, grabbing your bag and hugging it to your chest.

Sunghoon happily swim to the fresh water, fully immersed in the crystal-clear water, his shoulders relaxing as he let out a contented sigh. He dipped beneath the surface, disappearing for a moment before resurfacing with a dramatic whip of his hair, water droplets spraying everywhere. His palms ran down his face, fingers sliding through his wet strands, slicking them back.

You gulped.

Your gaze unwillingly traced the sharp line of his jaw, down to the smooth expanse of his broad shoulders and sculpted back, muscles shifting effortlessly as he waded deeper into the water. The golden sunlight filtering through the trees made the droplets on his skin glow, highlighting every defined ridge and curve.

Was it suddenly hotter out here? Or was that just Sunghoon looking like a scene straight out of a movie?

You snapped out of it, clearing your throat and turning away, firmly fixing your gaze on a tree. Not today, hormones.

Sunghoon chuckled, as if sensing your distress. "You come, too?" he called, voice teasing.

You smirked, deciding to mess with him. "What if there's a snake in there?"

Sunghoon's eyes widened in sheer terror. He immediately glanced down at the water, frantically scanning his surroundings. "No snakeu!" he pouted, splashing water as if to scare off imaginary threats.

You burst out laughing at his panicked reaction. "Okay, okay! I'll swim."

Sunghoon's lips stretched into a pleased grin as he floated on his back, arms spread out, completely relaxed.

Smiling to yourself, you grabbed the hem of your tattered, eight-day-old dress, tearing off the ruined fabric until you were left in your two-piece swimsuit.

You rummaged through your bag, pulling out a tiny bottle of body wash from the toiletries kit you salvaged. With a satisfied nod, you stepped into the cool, refreshing water, slowly wading toward the center where Sunghoon drifted.

Despite the language barrier, you and Sunghoon had grown remarkably close over the past week. Most days were filled with silly games of rock, paper, scissors, where Sunghoon was a consistent loser—a fact you never let him forget.

Conversations, though sometimes broken and grammatically questionable, flowed naturally between you two.

You learned that Sunghoon's favorite food was something called misutgaru, a Korean grain powder drink, and he loved having it with bananas.

He was also obsessed with steak—to the point where he once ordered the same steak dish at the same restaurant for four consecutive days. The way he told you the story, with his endearingly bad grammar and exaggerated hand gestures, had you wheezing with laughter.

Sighing, you lathered the body wash onto your skin, enjoying the rare luxury of feeling somewhat clean again. Meanwhile, Sunghoon floated effortlessly on his back, arms and legs spread out, drifting like a carefree child.

For a brief moment, you allowed yourself to relax—until something brushed against your foot.

Your scream shattered the peaceful atmosphere as you kicked wildly, causing waves to ripple across the water. Sunghoon suddenly resurfaced right in front of you, grinning mischievously.

"You—!" you sputtered, eyes narrowing. "Was that you?!"

Sunghoon, completely unfazed by your outburst, tilted his head innocently. "What me?"

You scoffed, immediately cupping your hands and sending a massive splash of water straight at his face.

Sunghoon yelped, shielding himself. "Yah!" He barely had time to react before you splashed him again—this time, full force.

He lunged, sending a wave of water crashing into you. You shrieked, retaliating with even more aggressive splashes. It turned into an all-out war, both of you laughing uncontrollably as you tried to out-splash each other.

At one point, Sunghoon managed to sneak behind you, his strong arms locking around your waist as he lifted you out of the water.

"Got you!" he announced triumphantly.

You gasped, flailing your arms. "Sunghoon, you idiot—!"

Before you could finish, he dropped you back into the water with a loud splash.

Emerging with a gasp, you slicked your wet hair back, wiping water from your face before fixing Sunghoon with a glare.

"Oh, you're dead."

Sunghoon burst into laughter, backing away with his hands up in mock surrender, though the mischief in his eyes remained.

You were already preparing for another attack when he suddenly paused, his laughter fading into something softer.

"Y/N," he said, his voice gentler than before.

You blinked, lowering your hands. "What?"

He hesitated for a moment, then offered you a small smile. "You pretty."

You froze, the words catching you off guard. Your heart did an embarrassing little flip, and you were momentarily stunned into silence.

"Y/N always angry, but still pretty."

Your cheeks burned, and you whipped your head toward him, mouth opening in disbelief.

The sunlight filtering through the trees reflected off the water, making his damp skin glow, droplets trailing slowly down his sharp jawline.

Nope. Absolutely not.

Desperate to escape whatever weird, butterfly-inducing moment this was, you splashed him again—hard.

"Ugh, shut up!" you huffed, turning away quickly before he could see your very obvious blush.

Sunghoon yelped, laughing as he wiped the water from his face. "Why? Is true!"

You ignored him, stomping toward the shallow end. But, of course, Sunghoon followed, completely unfazed.

Spotting the tiny bottle of body wash in your hand, he plucked it from your grasp before you could protest, giving it an experimental squeeze onto his palm.

You sighed, watching as he lathered it onto his arms, "Y/N, Y/N, Y/N," he hummed your name happily, grinning as he rubbed soap onto his chest.

You stared at him, bewildered. There it was again—that stupid fluttering in your stomach.

"What's with you today?" you grumbled, narrowing your eyes.

He simply shook his head, still grinning. "Happy. We bath."

You blinked. That was it? That was the grand reason behind his weird, flirty behavior?

You sighed dramatically, leaning back against the rock. "God, you're so weird."

After a few hours, both of you remained at the same spot, basking in the rare moment of peace. The sun had dipped lower in the sky, casting a warm glow over the water. You were now wearing an oversized polo that you had salvaged from the washed-up luggage, while Sunghoon remained topless, his skin glistening with the remnants of water droplets.

You watched the gentle stream, absentmindedly tracing patterns in the damp fabric of your shirt when—

"Y/N, what's 'laid'?"

You choked on absolutely nothing. Your whole body stiffened.

Slowly, you turned to him, eyes wide, brain short-circuiting. Did you hear that right?

Sunghoon, meanwhile, looked completely innocent—his usual curious expression firmly in place.

"You... what?" you asked, as if giving him a chance to correct himself.

"You want laid, right?" he repeated, tilting his head. "What's 'laid'?"

Your soul left your body.

A thousand thoughts ran through your head, ranging from "oh my god" to "is this really happening" to "do I have to explain this to him?"

"W-Where did you hear that?!" you stammered, your face heating up.

"You said before boat sinks, you want laid."

Your hands flew to your face, muffling a groan. Of all the things he could've remembered from your endless rambling, it had to be that.

Taking a deep breath, you peeked at him through your fingers. He was still waiting—completely oblivious.

"There are two meanings," you sighed, already regretting this conversation. "The first one means to rest. Like when we lie down? That's called 'laying.' Past tense is 'laid.'"

Sunghoon nodded, seeming satisfied. But then, of course, he asked—

"And... the other?" You hesitated. Your foot tapped against the ground anxiously as you slowly raised your hands.

Left hand: circle. Right hand: pointer finger. You moved them together in a very telling motion.

Sunghoon's eyes followed the gesture. He tilted his head. Then, his ears turned bright red.

"Oh."

You nodded solemnly.

"OH."

His entire face flushed deep red, and he immediately covered his mouth like you had just said the worst possible thing. His body went stiff, and his gaze darted around.

"You say... you want laid?!" His voice cracked at the end, and his hands flew to his head in pure secondhand embarrassment.

"I didn't mean it like that!" you shrieked, slapping his arm. "It's just an expression! It doesn't always mean that!"

Sunghoon groaned loudly, collapsing onto the ground, his hands over his face.

"Nooo, Y/N, my brain!" he whined, rolling around like his entire existence had been shattered.

You couldn't help it. You burst out laughing.

"I can't believe you remembered that, of all things!" you teased, hugging your stomach as you watched him dramatically suffer.

Sunghoon peeked at you through his fingers, still blushing furiously. "You say bad thing," he muttered, shaking his head.

"You asked!" you shot back, still giggling.

Then you paused, tilting your head. "Wait... are you a virgin?"

Sunghoon's ears turned an even deeper shade of red. He avoided your gaze.

Your eyes widened. "No way! Aren't you, like, twenty-five?!"

He mumbled something under his breath, barely audible.

"What was that?" You leaned in.

Sunghoon exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Marry first, laid after."

You stared at him for a second before bursting out laughing. "That's so cute!"

Sunghoon scowled, clearly flustered. "W-why? You... you laid without marry?"

You grinned, casually reaching out to wipe a stray droplet from his thick eyebrows. "You don't have to be married to get laid, Sunghoon. People do it whenever they want."

Sunghoon's brows furrowed, his mind clearly working overtime as he processed your words. "Whenever... they want?"

You nodded, swallowing. Why was the air suddenly so thick?

Sunghoon blinked, his voice lower this time. "You want laid... now?"

Your breath hitched. The question hung between you, heavy and unspoken. Heat crept up your neck as you caught the way his gaze flickered to your lips before quickly darting back to your eyes.

Your heart pounded. "Why are you asking me that?" Your voice came out softer than intended. "Do you... want to get laid?"

Sunghoon swallowed hard. His Adam's apple bobbed, and you noticed the way his breath had deepened, the way his fingers twitched slightly at his sides.

He bit his lip—a nervous habit you had come to recognize over the past days. But this time, it felt different.

"I..." His voice wavered, his chest rose and fell in deep, uneven breaths. When he finally met your gaze, his eyes were dark.

The air pressed around you. The stream murmured softly behind you, the wind whispering through the trees—but you barely noticed. All you could focus on was him.

Then, your gaze dropped—lower. Your breath hitched. His shorts did little to hide the tension coiling in his body, his bulge are visible and you almost moaned at how huge it was.

"Fuck," you whispered under your breath, leaning in without thinking. Sunghoon tensed. His palm braced against the rock, as if trying to ground himself. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly.

"I-In Korea... m-marry first," he stammered, voice strained. But his body betrayed his words, drawn to you like a magnet.

You hummed, leaning closer, fingertips grazing his jawline, tracing the sharp edges down to his lips. His breath shuddered, his lashes fluttering.

"But I want you," he murmured, voice rough, sending a heat straight to your core.

You traced his face—his high cheekbones, the curve of his nose, the thick lines of his brows. He trembled under your touch.

"Want you," he whispered again, barely audible, but the desperation in his voice are obvious.

Your forehead pressed against his, your lips hovering a breath away. "Where do you want me?"

His grip tightened around your wrist, slowly guiding your hand to his crotch.

Your fingers brushed against him, and he sucked in a sharp breath, eyes screwing shut. "Hurts," he rasped, hips jerking slightly. "Please... help."

A rush of heat pooled in your stomach, but you hesitated. "Sunghoon..."

His grip tightened, your fingers tracing at the outline of his bulge before tugging down his shorts.

Heat rushed to your face as you took in the sight of him—hardened, aching, a bead of arousal gathering at the tip. Sunghoon let out a sharp exhale, his fingers twitching at his sides.

Lowering yourself onto your knees, ignoring the rough scrape of stone beneath you, you leaned in, placing a featherlight kiss at his tip before trailing lower. Sunghoon's breath hitched, his hands instinctively finding your face, fingers caressing your cheeks

His lips parted as he released a quiet, shuddering moan when you finally took him in, your mouth warm around him. His fingers threaded through your hair, hesitant at first, before tightening slightly when you hummed against him.

His hips jerked involuntarily, and he muttered something in Korean—words too soft, too breathless to understand, but the way his voice trembled sent heat curling in your stomach.

His body trembled beneath your touch, breath growing heavier, more unsteady. His fingers tangled deeper into your hair, a soft groan escaping his parted lips as his hips moved instinctively.

"F-feels... so good," he murmured, his head tilting back, exposing the sharp line of his jaw. The sound sent a rush of heat through you, your own body reacting to the way he surrendered so easily to your touch.

Your jaw ached, your knees stung against the rough ground, but none of it mattered. Not when he looked at you like that—half-lidded eyes glazed over, lips swollen from biting down his moans. You cupped him gently, tracing soft circles, and his breath hitched.

His voice turned breathy, laced with a desperation that made your stomach tighten. More words spilled from his lips in Korean, a mix of pleading and praise. You pulled away briefly, a thin strand of saliva still connecting you, and wrapped your fingers around him instead, stroking with a teasing rhythm.

"Are you close?" you whispered, watching him unravel beneath you.

Sunghoon nodded frantically, chest rising and falling in deep, shaky breaths. Then, with a sudden burst of need, his hands guided you back to him, his touch rough but hesitant.

"Marry you after... just, please—help me," he gasped, voice breaking as he gave in completely.

A flicker of amusement mixed with the heat curling in your stomach, but you didn't laugh. Instead, you leaned in, letting him lose himself to the feeling, his body tensing beneath your touch. The moment stretched, until his breath stuttered, and he finally let go—shuddering against you, gripping onto you.

"Ngh,” Sunghoon gasped, his breath coming in uneven pants as you continued, helping him ride out his high. His body trembled beneath your touch, muscles taut with pleasure.

Slowly, you pulled away, swallowing as you caught your breath. When you looked up, Sunghoon's eyes were already on you— wide, shock and confused.

You wiped your lips with the back of your hand, "are you okay?"

Still dazed, Sunghoon averted his gaze, his face burning red. His hands twitched, shifting uncomfortably as if unsure what to do next. He muttered something under his breath in Korean, words too soft for you to catch.

"You didn't like it?" You frowned, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

His head snapped toward you, eyes widening in alarm. "N-no! Like! I like!"

You barely had time to react before he grabbed your wrist, gently pulling you to sit beside him. He cupped the water in his hands and suddenly tried to bring it to your lips, his expression shifting into pure panic.

"Why you drink it?! I-It’s dirty," he blurted, as if you had just done something irreversible.

You blinked before bursting into laughter, swatting his hands away. "Oh my God, you're adorable."

Sunghoon groaned, covering his face as his ears turned even redder. You reached forward, grabbing his cheeks between your fingers, squeezing playfully.

"Seriously? Have you never watched porn before? I thought Korean guys were supposed to be wild." You teased, grinning.

Sunghoon gulped, his gaze flickering to your chest for a split second before meeting your eyes again. He nodded, shy yet honest.

You chuckled, shaking your head in disbelief. "Wait... was that your first time?"

He hesitated, then nodded again.

You stared at him before letting out another laugh, the realization making you grin. "No way."

Sunghoon huffed, pouting. "Stop laugh."

You only laughed harder, nudging him playfully. "No, no, it's just—damn, I feel honored."

His ears turned impossibly red, and he groaned again, burying his face in his hands.

"What have you even been doing with your life for this to be your first blowjob?!" you teased, laughter bubbling out of you.

Sunghoon just shook his head, fingers still covering his face, his embarrassment almost too much to handle. His reaction only made you laugh harder.

"Seriously, not even once?" you pressed, poking his side.

He mumbled something incoherent, but the way his ears burned was answer enough.

Amused, you sighed and moved closer, draping your arms around his shoulders from behind, pressing your chest lightly against his damp back. You leaned in, lips hovering just over the shell of his ear. "Do you not want to continue?"

Sunghoon stiffened instantly. His breath hitched, his whole body tensing at your words. Slowly, he turned his head to look at you, eyes wide and filled with eager. His gaze flickered downward, drawn to the droplets of water sliding down your collarbone and disappearing beneath the fabric of your oversized polo.

You smirked, watching his throat bob as he swallowed thickly.

Just when he parted his lips to respond, you burst into laughter, pulling back. "I'm kidding! No pressure, virgin boy!"

Sunghoon blinked, his expression shifting from anticipation to exasperation. "Y/N!" he groaned, throwing his head back.

You grinned mischievously. "What? You looked like you were about to pass out!"

He pouted, grumbling something about you being evil under his breath.

Still, you could see the way his hands twitched on his lap, how he stole quick glances at your legs, your lips—anywhere but your eyes. It made something stir inside you, something warm and thrilling.

"You're curious, aren't you?" you murmured, tilting your head.

Sunghoon hesitated before nodding, his gaze flickering to your mouth.

"Do you want me to teach you?" you asked, voice softer now, teasing.

He exhaled sharply, his fingers clenching against the rock he was sitting on. "Teach?"

You smirked, reaching for his wrist, guiding his hand to your waist. "Mhm. If you want to learn, you have to be hands-on."

Sunghoon's breath stuttered, but he didn't pull away. Instead, his grip tightened ever so slightly, his thumb hesitantly tracing over your damp skin.

Your heart raced as you leaned in closer, voice barely above a whisper. "Do you want me, Sunghoon?"

His fingers tightened around your waist, his grip both hesitant and desperate as he gave a small, breathless nod.

Back at your makeshift tent, the world around you faded, leaving only the sound of the waves lapping against the shore and the rustling of the fabric beneath you. Sitting on his lap, your fingers tangled in his damp hair, your lips molding against his in a kiss.

Sunghoon moaned softly against your mouth, his hands gripping your hips as you ground against him, his inexperience evident in the way his lips moved— so hungry, so desperate.

The warmth of his breath mingled with yours as his tongue hesitantly met yours, a shiver running through his body at the sensation.

His kisses were messy, teeth clashing at first, but you guided him, deepening the kiss until he melted into you, his breath hitching every time your hips moved against his.

You tugged at his hair, forcing his head back, and he let out a quiet whine, his lips parting slightly, eyes half-lidded as he gazed up at you. He was completely under your control, chest rising and falling rapidly.

When he tried to chase your lips again, you tugged harder, making him gasp. The sound sent a thrill straight to your core.

"Impatient, aren't you?" you teased,

Sunghoon swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing as his fingers twitched against your waist. His lips, swollen from your heated kisses, remained slightly open, as if he wanted to respond but couldn't find the words.

You rolled your hips slowly, grinding against the hardness straining beneath his shorts. The friction makes him exhaled sharply, his grip tightening as his fingers dug into your flesh.

His hands moved on instinct, sliding up your torso, fingers trembling slightly as they reached the hem of your oversized polo. He hesitated for just a second before tugging it up, his breath hitching as you lifted your arms, letting the fabric slip off your body.

You flipped your hair over your shoulder, your eyes locked on his as you reached for his hand, guiding it to your chest. A sharp inhale escaped him the moment his palm met the soft swell of your breast, his thumb instinctively pressing against the lace of your bra.

"Fuck, touch me more." You sighed, closing your eyes as you rolled your hips again, the sensation making heat coil low in your stomach.

Sunghoon's breathing grew heavier, his thumb flicked over your nipple through the thin fabric, the light pressure making you lightheaded. A small moan escaped your lips, and the sound seemed to unravel something inside him.

He whined softly, His other hand reached behind you, fumbling with your bra strap before tugging at it. His touch was eager, his fingers brushing against your skin as he finally let the lace fall away.

You gasped as the cool air kissed your exposed skin, but the warmth of his palms quickly replaced it. His fingers traced over your bare nipple before giving an experimental flick, watching your reaction with fascinated intensity.

You bit your lip, arching into his touch, your nails digging into his shoulders. Sunghoon groaned, his eyes flickering between your face and your chest, drinking in the sight of you.

His other hand found your waist again, pulling you flush against him. "Y/N..." he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper.

You cupped his face, guiding him closer until his lips hovered just above your chest. "Suck it, Hoon," you whispered.

His breath fanned across your skin before his lips finally closed around your peak, his tongue swirled experimentally, tasting, savoring, his grip on you tightened. Your fingers threaded through his damp hair, tugging slightly, earning a low groan from him.

His free hand found your other breast, kneading it gently making your head tilting back in pleasure.

You pushed him gently, guiding him to lay back against the blanket. His dark eyes stayed locked onto yours, filled with anticipation.

"Want more," he whispered, his voice breathless, his hands already reaching for you.

"Shhh," you soothed, leaning down to brush your lips against his, letting them linger, teasing. "I'll give you more."

Your fingers traced down your body, grazing your heated skin until they reached the slick warmth between your thighs. Sunghoon's gaze followed your every movement, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard.

"You want to please me?" you murmured, and he nodded eagerly.

Taking his hand, you guided him, his fingers trembling slightly as they brushed against you. "Slip a finger inside," you instructed, voice barely above a whisper.

The moment he obeyed, you gasped, your body clenching around the unfamiliar but electrifying sensation. His fingers were long, slender, exploring you.

Sunghoon's brows furrowed in concentration, his lips slightly parted as he watched your reaction.

The need pooling inside you intensified. "Add another," you breathed, your nails digging lightly into his wrist.

He hesitated for only a second before sliding another finger inside. The stretch made your thighs quiver, and your hips instinctively rolled against his hand. He let out a shaky breath, eyes flickering between where his fingers were buried in you and the way your lips parted in pleasure.

"You feel..." He exhaled deeply.

"You're doing so well," you whispered, your hand cupping his cheek as he leaned into your touch. Encouraged, he moved his fingers, slowly at first, then faster, finding a rhythm that made your back arch and your breath hitch.

Then, without warning, he curled them. A sharp cry left your lips, your body jolting as he unknowingly pressed against the very spongy spot that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through you.

Sunghoon's lips brushed against your chest again, his tongue flicking over your areola as his fingers moves. "Good?" he asked.

"Yes," you gasped, gripping onto his shoulders. "So good."

His eyes darkened, his cock strained against his shorts, He wanted to hear that again. To make you tremble, to pull more of those breathy, needy sounds from you.

"Can you go faster?" you begged, voice breaking slightly. "Please, Hoon."

The sound of his name on your lips, so sweet and hungry for more, sent something wild through him. He obeyed, fingers working you with increasing intensity, his own breathing ragged as he watched you unravel beneath his touch.

Sunghoon was completely focused on you now—his fingers moving faster, deeper,

Your hips rocked against his fingers, chasing the pleasure that built inside you. His jaw clenched in concentration as he adjusted his rhythm, curling his fingers just right, watching as your body reacted to every movement.

"Sunghoon," you whimpered, nails digging into his arm. "I—I'm close."

His lips parted slightly, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. "Close?" he repeated, his voice almost reverent, as if he couldn't believe he was making you feel this way.

You nodded frantically, grinding against his palm, your body wound so tightly you thought you might snap. Sunghoon's free hand skimmed up your waist, his thumb grazing your hardened nipple, making you arch your back. His fingers inside you never slowed, working you open with a hunger he didn't even know he had in him.

"Gonna cum, gonna — fuck, please!"

A cry tore from your lips as pleasure crashed over you, your body trembling violently as you came around his fingers. Sunghoon froze for a moment, mesmerized, his breath hitching as he felt you clench and pulse around his finger.

"Fuck," you gasped, body going lax against him as aftershocks rippled through you. Your thighs trembled as he slowly withdrew his fingers, watching the way they glistened with your release. His ears burned red, his lips slightly parted in awe.

His jaw clenched, and he swallowed hard when you pushed him back down against the blanket.

"Y/N," he rasped, his hands settling on your waist.

"Hmm?" You hummed in response, lips trailing down the sharp line of his jaw, teasing him with the lightest brush of your tongue.

"I—" He bit his lip, eyes blown wide. "I need you."

You smiled, pressing your forehead against his. "Then let me take care of you."

Slowly, teasingly, your fingers trailed down his stomach, dipping beneath the waistband of his shorts. His breath hitched, his muscles tensing in anticipation.

"Relax, Hoon," you whispered, placing a soft kiss on his lips before finally slipping your hand lower.

Your fingers trailed lower, slipping beneath the waistband of his shorts. You took your time, watching him, memorizing every expression—the way his brows furrowed, the way his lips parted in silent moans, the way his throat bobbed with every swallowed gasp.

Growing impatient, Sunghoon lifted his hips, helping you slide his shorts down. Your eyes drank in the sight of him, flushed and aching, his body taut with need. You slowly straddled him, rolling your hips teasingly, feeling the heat of his arousal press against you. A soft moan slipped past your lips at the friction, pleasure sparking up to your clit.

Sunghoon's breath grew heavier, his hands gripping your hips, thumbs rubbing slow, soothing circles on your skin.

You repeated the motion, grinding against him, your body craving more. Slowly, you reached between you, guiding him to your entrance.

The moment he pressed inside, a sharp gasp left your lips, your brows knitting together at the stretch. Sunghoon choked on a moan, his fingers digging into your skin as he watched, mesmerized, the way your body took him in.

"Fuck," you breathed, adjusting to the fullness. "You're fucking big."

His jaw clenched at your words, his grip on your waist tightening as he fought the urge to thrust up into you.

With a deep breath, you sank down further, finally seating yourself fully. The feeling stole the air from your lungs, your thighs trembling from the stretch. Sunghoon threw his head back, a guttural moan escaping him, the feeling of being buried inside you unlike anything he'd ever felt before.

His hands found yours, fingers intertwining, making your heart flutter.

With a steady grip on his hands, you slowly rolled your hips, testing the movement, feeling every inch of him inside you. A sharp exhale left his lips, his eyes locked onto where your bodies were joined. The sight alone had his cock twitching inside you.

"A-ah," You lifted your hips, feeling the drag of him leaving you before sinking back down.

His grip on your hands tightened, his jaw slack as a breathy moan escaped him.

"Breathe, baby," you coaxed, moving against him, setting a slow but deliberate rhythm.

Sunghoon released a shaky breath, his lidded eyes drinking in the way you moved, the way your body reacted to him. His head fell back against the blanket, pleasure written all over his face as he let himself get lost in the sensation.

You clenched around him, drawing a deep groan from his throat. His hips bucked up instinctively, meeting your movements, pushing deeper inside you.

His name fell from your lips, your body arching as the pleasure intensified. "Sunghoon—!"

The sound of your moans only pushed him further. His restraint snapped.

In one swift motion, he sat up, arms wrapping around you, pressing your body flush against his. His hands gripped your ass, lifting you only to bring you down again, fucking up into you with deep, slow thrusts. It was messy but so damn good.

You gasped, nails raking down his back as he took control, his movements are needy. The sounds of skin against skin filled the air, the slick heat between you driving you both closer to the edge.

His lips found your chest again, tongue swirling around a hardened peak before sucking harshly. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure making your walls clenching around him.

"Shit," you whimpered, your voice breaking as you reached between your legs, fingers rubbing quick circles against your clit.

Sunghoon groaned at the sight, his hips snapping up faster, his cock throbbing inside you.

"Sunghoon, fuck! Slow down!" Your body trembled, pleasure coiling tighter and tighter. His name spilled from your lips in breathless moans, your body arching against him as the heat built to an unbearable peak.

His grip on you tightened, his thrusts turning erratic. Your nails dug into his shoulders, your entire body tensing as the coil inside you finally snapped.

A sharp cry tore from your throat as your orgasm crashed over you, waves of pleasure washing through every nerve in your body. Your walls clenched down around him, pulling him deeper, milking him for everything he had.

Sunghoon's head dropping to your shoulder as his hips jerked one final time. A deep, broken moan escaped him as he came, his cock twitching violently, spilling hot inside you.

Your bodies remained tangled together, your breathing heavy, hearts still pounding. Neither of you spoke, both lost in the lingering haze of pleasure, wrapped in the warmth of each other's presence.

You lifted your head, brushing a gentle kiss against Sunghoon's lips.

"You okay?" you murmured, running your fingers through his damp hair.

His hooded eyes flickered open briefly, a lazy, satisfied smile tugging at his lips before he let out a breath and sank back against the blanket, pulling you down with him.

His arms instinctively wrapped around you, his body still nestled intimately against yours. His breathing slowed, becoming softer, steadier—and before long, you heard the quiet, rhythmic sound of his snores.

You almost rolled your eyes, a small smile playing on your lips as you stayed still for a few moments, listening to the gentle lull of the waves. But when you finally moved, a sharp hiss left your lips, your body still sensitive, his warmth slipping from you. You took a deep breath, carefully fixing yourself, deciding against your panties as you could still feel his release trickling down your thighs. Instead, you tugged his shorts back onto him before settling down beside him again.

Lying there, you watched him, your gaze softening. His face was peaceful in sleep, lips slightly parted, chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm. Without thinking, you reached out, brushing a few stray strands of hair from his forehead.

You grabbed an extra piece of clothing from the bag you had organized earlier, using it as a blanket to cover both of you. As you pulled it over your bodies, Sunghoon stirred, shifting in his sleep before instinctively wrapping his arms around you. He nuzzled his face into your chest, his warmth seeping into you.

A soft sigh left your lips, your eyes fluttering shut as sleep finally claimed you.

The warmth of the sun stirred you awake, but as soon as you shifted, you noticed something was off. The weight of Sunghoon beside you was gone.

Your brows furrowed as your fingers brushed over the blanket, still faintly warm from where he had been. Blinking the sleep from your eyes, you sat up, pushing your hair back as you looked around.

Where is he?

You stepped out of the tent, stretching as your gaze drifted toward the shoreline—only for your breath to catch in your throat.

Out in the open water, Sunghoon was swimming. Not just floating near the shore, but deep in the sea, diving and resurfacing.

Your mouth fell open slightly.

"Sunghoon, what the fuck are you doing?!" you called out, hands cupped around your mouth.

It took him a moment, but soon enough, he began paddling back toward the shore, something bobbing alongside him in the water. Squinting, you saw him dragging a plastic bucket and a makeshift wooden spear with the knife you had improvised.

Your eyes widened in disbelief as he reached the surface, standing up and shaking the water from his hair like an excited kid.

"What the hell—" you gasped, rushing toward him as he made his way up the sand.

As soon as you reached him, your hands flew to his face. His skin was flushed red from the sun and the saltwater, his eyes slightly bloodshot, but his expression was nothing short of triumphant.

Your gaze dropped to the bucket he was holding—and your jaw nearly hit the floor. Inside were several freshly caught fish, and even a lobster.

He grinned at you, voice still breathless as he murmured, "Food to eat."

Your heart squeezed at the sight of him, standing there, drenched and sun-kissed, smiling at you like this was the most natural thing in the world.

"Y-You didn't have to do that!" you scolded, concern laced in your tone as you quickly pulled him under the shade. Dropping the bucket, you made him sit down, inspecting his skin. "Look at you, you're so red! Does it hurt? Is it itchy?"

Sunghoon chuckled, shaking his head. "I'm fine," he assured, though his voice was softer now, almost sheepish.

You frowned, lightly brushing your fingers over his sun-kissed shoulders, worried despite his reassurances.

"Idiot," you muttered under your breath, but your touch was gentle, tracing over the marks left by the sun and sea.

Sunghoon just smiled at you, watching you fuss over him. "Worry too much," he whispered, and before you could scold him again, he caught your wrist, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles.

Your breath hitched, warmth creeping up your cheeks at the unexpected tenderness. "L-Let's just cook and eat!" you stammered, quickly changing the subject.

The two of you sat by the bonfire, watching the flames flicker as the fish slowly cooked over the open fire.

Then, without warning, Sunghoon reached for your hand again, his fingers lacing hesitantly with yours.

You turned to him, startled. "What—"

"Feel good. Did it feel good for you too?" he blurted out, his voice quiet but serious.

Your lips parted in surprise before a small laugh escaped you. His bluntness, paired with the slight flush creeping up his ears, was almost too endearing.

"Of course, I had a good time! You're a natural—are you sure you were a virgin?!" you teased, nudging him playfully.

His face turned impossibly red. He opened his mouth, seemingly struggling for words, before blurting out, "I-I should marry you."

Your laughter died instantly. You blinked at him, stunned. "What?"

Sunghoon met your eyes, completely earnest. "I should marry you," he repeated, as if that was the most obvious conclusion to what had happened between you.

Panic flared in your chest, and you waved your hands in front of you. "No! No, it's not necessary!"

He frowned. "But—"

"Sunghoon, you don't have to marry someone just because you had sex with them." You exhaled, trying to gather your thoughts. "That's not how it works. So stop thinking about marriage, okay? Don't pressure yourself. We're on this island, not in Korea. No rules, no expectations."

His frown deepened. "You don't want to marry me?"

Your mouth opened, but nothing came out at first. You hadn't expected him to take it that way.

"It's not that," you started carefully, searching for the right words. "Marriage is a big step, Sunghoon. It's not something you do just because of one night. You have to really love someone, commit to them fully. In your case, you're already being forced to marry someone you don't love, right?"

His jaw tightened, and he looked away, silent.

You sighed, reaching up to brush a few damp strands of hair from his forehead. "What we had... it was fun, right? But it doesn't have to mean anything more than that. Don't overthink it, okay?"

Sunghoon didn't respond immediately. His eyes stayed fixed on the fire. You could see the conflict in his expression—the way his fingers tightened slightly around yours before he pulled his hand away.

"I see," he finally muttered, his voice quieter now.

The shift in his demeanor made your chest tighten.

The two of you ate in silence. Your eyes flickered to Sunghoon every few moments, watching the way he quietly picked at his food, his usual energy replaced by something.

It felt... unfamiliar. Uncomfortable.

Then, to your surprise, he picked up a small piece of lobster and placed it gently in your palm. You blinked at the bright orange meat, then at him. "Oh... thank you."

He only gave a small nod before returning to his meal.

You chewed slowly, watching as he silently reached for his shirt, pulling it over his head before standing up. Without a word, he grabbed one of the coconuts he had gathered earlier and began cracking it open.

Once split, he handed you half and then walked away, his footsteps barely making a sound against the soft sand.

Your stomach twisted as you watched him settle near the shoreline, his back to you, eyes fixed on the sea. He idly ran his fingers through the sand, but his posture remained stiff, shoulders tense.

Sunghoon wasn't the type to sulk—at least, not from what you had seen of him. His usual carefree nature was nowhere to be found, and you couldn't shake the feeling that your words had somehow hurt him more than you realized.

You hesitated, debating whether to give him space or approach him.

But the way he sat there, quiet and withdrawn, made your decision for you.

Taking a breath, you stood up and walked toward him. The sand was warm beneath your bare feet as you settled beside him.

At your presence, his hand momentarily stiffened in the sand, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he continued absentmindedly tracing patterns, his fingers digging and smoothing the grains in a rhythmic motion.

For a moment, you just sat there, letting the waves fill the silence. Then, softly, you spoke.

"Sunghoon... I think I upset you."

His jaw tightened slightly, but he remained silent.

You sighed, wrapping your arms around your knees. "I wasn't trying to dismiss you or make you feel like what we shared didn't matter. It's just... marriage is something huge. It's not something you decide overnight."

His fingers stopped moving.

Encouraged, you continued. "You said you're being forced to marry someone, right? And you don't want that, because you don't love them. So shouldn't you marry for love, not obligation?"

Sunghoon's fingers dug into the sand, his gaze still fixed on the waves. "You don't want to marry me," he said quietly.

His words caught you off guard. "No, Sunghoon, I—I didn't mean it like that..." You open your mouth trying to find a word to say.

You struggled to find the right words, but before you could, he spoke again, his voice trembling.

"I want to marry you."

Your breath hitched.

"You pretty, you kind always to me, angry but still kind. You is funny, y-you -" His voice was small, then, suddenly, his face crumpled. His breath hitched, and before you could react, a string of hurried Korean words spilled from his lips, his voice cracking as his shoulders trembled.

"If I go back, I won't be able to marry you. Then I don't want to go back. I want to be here with you!"

"Sunghoon—" you whispered, reaching for him, but he dropped his face into his hands, his shoulders shaking violently.

Tears welled up in your own eyes as frustration gnawed at your chest. You hated this. Hated how lost you felt, how you couldn't fully grasp what he was feeling.

"I'd rather fight a hundred coconut crabs than go back. I know it's selfish, but I don't want to leave. If going back means losing you, I'd rather stay here with you forever."

You wanted to understand every word, every thought racing through his mind. But all you could do was watch as he cried, his sobs muffled against his palms.

You bit your lip hard, fighting back the sting in your own eyes before moving closer, wrapping your arms around him. He didn't hesitate—his fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt as he buried his face into your chest, shaking.

You rested your chin atop his head, running your fingers through his hair.

"I'm sorry," you whispered. "I didn't mean to upset you. I just think... marriage is a big decision, Sunghoon. It's not something you should rush."

He stiffened slightly, but you held him closer.

"I like you too," you admitted, rubbing small circles against his back. "But we're on this island, just the two of us. It's easy to feel like this is all that matters, but we need time. When we go back, we'll experience so many things together. And if, after a year, you still feel this way... if you still want me, if we're both sure, then you can propose. And I'll say yes."

Sunghoon's breath hitched. Slowly, he pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes red-rimmed, cheeks tear-streaked. His lips trembled as he swallowed hard.

"Really?" His voice was raspy from crying.

Your heart clenched at the sight of him—so vulnerable, so sincere. You cupped his face, thumbs gently wiping away the wetness on his cheeks.

Smiling softly, you whispered, "If you treat me right, then of course, I'll marry you."

His lips parted slightly, a flicker of something hopeful shining through his sadness. Then, without warning, he pulled you into another embrace, holding you.

You and Sunghoon grew even closer as the days passed. You loved the way he smiled—how his lips curled just before he laughed. The way his voice softened when he spoke your name. The way he held you close at night, arms wrapped tightly around you.

You adored the way he stubbornly dived into the ocean for hours, determined to catch fish, even when you told him not to.

And you loved the way he spent long, lingering moments between your legs.

"Just like that," you gasped, your back arching as your fingers tangled into his hair, pulling him closer. His tongue worked you experimentally, exploring your wet pussy with slow, deliberate strokes.

Sunghoon groaned against you, hands gripped your thighs, holding you in place as his mouth latched onto your clit, sucking with just the right pressure.

His soft eyes flickered up to yours, watching your every reaction. "Good?" he murmured between licks.

You couldn't even speak—only nodding frantically, tugging him back to your core in silent plea. He chuckled softly before burying himself deeper, his tongue slipping inside you, sending you over the edge with a loud cry of his name.

The following days were spent exploring the island together, finding food, and encountering the wild creatures.

You'd both seen more insects than you cared to count, and even had a close call with a snake.

Sunghoon had frozen in place, legs visibly shaking, though he tried his best to look brave. You fought back a smile, resisting the urge to tease him.

"Shh, don't panic," you whispered, your voice steady. "It won't attack if we don't bother it."

Sunghoon swallowed hard, nodding stiffly as you both carefully walked past, keeping your eyes locked on the snake.

It wasn't long before island life became second nature to you. You stopped bothering with shorts most days, wandering the jungle in just your underwear and a loose shirt.

Sunghoon followed you closely, his eyes glued to the sway of your hips, the curve of your thighs and the way your ass bounced with every step.

And somehow, it always ended like this—your hands gripping the rough bark of a tree, his body pressed flush against yours, his breath hot against the back of your neck as he took you from behind.

"You're really into this, huh?" You half-laughed, half-moaned, feeling the way he filled you so perfectly.

Sunghoon groaned in response, too lost in the pleasure to form words. His hands slid up your body, cupping your breasts, rolling your nipples between his fingers before kneading them roughly. The sensation make you moan, making your legs tremble.

Before you could even process it, your feet were off the ground. He lifted you effortlessly, holding you in place, still thrusting deep inside you.

Your head fell back against his shoulder as he angled himself just right—hitting that spot that made you see stars. "Oh my God—"

The way he learned your body in just weeks had you unraveling faster than expected. One of his hands found your clit, fingers circling it in tight, fast motions, making your entire body shudder. Your release came hard and sudden, ripping through you.

"S-Sunghoon!" You sobbed, your walls tightening around him.

His grip on you tightened as he pushed deeper, his own pleasure following right behind yours. He groaned into your skin, biting down on your shoulder as his release spilled inside you, warm and thick. The sensation had you rolling your eyes back, utterly wrecked in his arms.

Later, as the sun dipped beneath the horizon, the sky bathed in orange and pink hues, the two of you stood by the shore. The gentle waves lapped at your feet, the salty breeze cooling your flushed skin.

You sat behind Sunghoon, your arms draped over his broad shoulders, chin resting atop his head as you both gazed at the endless sea.

"No way, you want a chicken as a pet?" you teased, a smile tugging at your lips.

Sunghoon faintly smiled, his hand reaching up to rest over yours. He nodded.

"I will cook it, though," you added playfully.

His head snapped toward you, brows furrowing in instant offense.

"No. Chicken pet. Not food." He pouted.

You burst into laughter at his reaction, the sight of his serious expression making it even funnier. Unable to resist, you leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. "Why do you want a chicken in the first place? It's not exactly an ideal pet in the city."

He hesitated, his lips parting slightly before he finally muttered, "Chicken is cute."

Your laughter bubbled up again as you wrapped your arms around him. "You're cute," you teased, nuzzling against his shoulder.

Sunghoon only huffed, but his ears turned pink.

Three weeks. Twenty-three days.

That's how long you had been stranded on this island.

What was supposed to be a luxurious cruise had turned into a nightmare when the shipwreck left you here, alone—until you met Sunghoon. And somehow, against all odds, he had turned this disaster into something that didn't feel entirely like a curse. If anything, meeting him felt like a blessing.

But right now, as your stomach churned violently and a wave of nausea overtook you, the island didn't feel so forgiving.

You sat by the fire, watching Sunghoon prepare food when dizziness suddenly washed over you. Your throat tightened, and your vision blurred at the edges. You swallowed thickly, willing the sensation away, but it was no use.

Sunghoon noticed immediately. His head snapped up, his sharp gaze locking onto your face. "Are you okay?" He asked, his voice laced with concern as he reached for you.

You waved him off weakly, attempting a reassuring smile. "I'm fine—"

The words barely left your lips before your stomach lurched. You barely had time to turn away before you were on your knees, retching into the sand.

Sunghoon was by your side in an instant. "Hey—hey!" His hands found your hair, holding it back as he rubbed soothing circles against your back.

You coughed, wiping at your mouth, but the nausea didn't subside. Your head felt light, your limbs weak as you slumped against his chest.

His arms encircled you immediately, holding you up as panic flickered across his face. "You sick," he murmured, pressing the back of his hand to your forehead. "Sweat cold."

You took a shaky breath, trying to calm both yourself and him. "I just need to rest a little. Maybe it's just the heat."

Sunghoon wasn't convinced. His grip on you tightened, his jaw clenching as he scanned your pale face. "No. It's not normal."

Despite the warmth of your body, an unbearable chill crept through you, making you shiver uncontrollably. Sunghoon noticed immediately. Without hesitation, he wrapped every piece of salvaged clothing around you, pulling you into his arms.

His embrace was gentle, his hands rubbing soothing circles along your back. Your hot breath fanned against his neck, your weak fingers curling into his shirt as you tried to fight the cold that had settled deep into your bones. Sunghoon held you tighter, pressing his cheek against your forehead, silently praying that whatever was making you sick would pass.

But it didn't. Days passed, and Sunghoon felt he was about to go insane.

He watched helplessly as your condition worsened—you barely ate, spending most of your time curled up in the tent, too weak to move. The once-bright light in your eyes dimmed, and your skin had turned ghostly pale.

He tried everything. He brought you fresh coconut water, hoping it would help. He caught fish, even managed to cook them better so you wouldn't be disgusted by the taste. But no matter what he did, you barely managed a few bites before the nausea overwhelmed you again.

And at night, when he cradled you in his arms, whispering soft words of comfort, you barely responded. It was driving him insane.

One evening, after putting you to sleep, Sunghoon stepped out of the tent, walking toward the shore. His fists clenched, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. There was no medical kit. No medicine. No doctors.

Tears welled in his eyes, his frustration boiling over as he stared at the ocean. The only thing keeping him sane was you, and now, he was watching you waste away before his very own eyes.

He wiped at his face roughly, inhaling a shaky breath before turning back to the tent. He couldn't afford to fall apart.

"A sushi would be nice," you whispered weakly against Sunghoon's ear, your voice barely above a breath.

His arms tightened around you, he cradled you closer to his chest. He looked down at you, his heart sinking at the sight of your pale face, your lips trembling despite the warmth he tried so desperately to give you. Even now, sick and barely able to keep your eyes open, you still smiled at him.

"You're so nice, Sunghoon," you murmured, your fingers grazing his jaw. "You're so handsome, I love your smile... your personality... I love everything about you."

His throat tightened. He forced a small smile, resting his forehead against yours. "You pretty always."

Your only response was a soft sigh as you curled deeper into his embrace, eyes fluttering shut.

That night, your condition worsened.

Your shivering became violent, your body burning up. Sunghoon held you as tightly as he could without hurting you, rubbing your back, whispering reassurances.

"Shhh, it's okay... " Sunghoon whispers to your ear, hands on your back when he saw something passed through. A white circle light.

Sunghoon's breath hitched as a bright beam cut through the darkness, flashing across the tent. He blinked, his heart pounding in his chest as realization dawned.

A boat not too far away from them.

Without hesitation, he gathered you in his arms and stumbled out of the tent, feet sinking into the cool sand. His eyes locked onto the distant vessel, a boat approaching from the far side of the ocean.

"Help!" he screamed, desperation lacing his voice. “Please, help us!"

He ran closer to the shore, his breathing erratic, his arms tightening around you. The boat turned, its engine roaring as it made its way toward the island.

Relief crashed over him in waves, but it was short-lived. He looked down at you—your body limp in his arms, your face ghostly pale. His heart clenched painfully.

"Wake up," he whispered, patting your cheek gently. "Wake up, please."

But you didn't stir. Panic surged through him as the boat finally reached the shore, figures jumping onto the sand, rushing toward him.

"Help!" Sunghoon choked out, tears stinging his eyes. "Please, her... she's sick."

An older man knelt beside him, his fingers pressing against your wrist. His expression turned grave. "Her pulse is weak. We need to get her to a hospital—fast."

Strong hands reached for you, lifting you carefully from Sunghoon's arms. He stumbled forward, unwilling to let go, but someone held him back.

"What are you doing in this island?" one of the crew members asked. Sunghoon barely heard the question. His gaze remained fixed on your unconscious form as they carried you onto the boat. His fingers clenched into fists, his heart hammering against his ribs.

As the reality of the moment set in, a new kind of fear settled deep in his chest.

They were going back. Back to his old life. Going back.

Sunghoon clenched his jaw, stepping onto the boat without hesitation. His grip on your hand tightened. He stared at your pale face, the slow rise and fall of your chest the only reassurance that you were still holding on. He swallowed hard, his heart hammering painfully against his ribs.

Closing his eyes, he sent a silent prayer into the vast, open sea. Whatever happened next—whatever fate awaited him back in the real world—none of it mattered as long as you were safe.

His family could try to pull him away, society could try to dictate his future, but his body, heart, and soul had already been claimed. They belonged to you. Only you.

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rootspiral · 2 months ago

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Agatha All Along deep dive: episode 9 part 2

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I'm glad nicky came up with a cool new tune because according to period movies and shows greensleeves is the only song anyone ever knew

look at that meek little smile, ughhhh. nicky is like two days old and this asshole has already figured out he's the perfect prop for her murder sprees. and these poor women are calling her sister and are willing to help too.

the spell is te accipimus in circulum, we accept you in the circle, and yes that makes me cry a little. we accept you in our community. and the spell is yellow air magic, which sounds like the most empathic kind if Lilia is any indication.

that's interesting, you can't really tell that well from screencaps but go rewatch the scene, this witch is making mushrooms grow with yellow magic instead of green?? is it just a spell (she is holding a book) or have I been getting it all wrong and color has nothing to do with the type of magic one has?

or maybe??? the color depends on the coven you're in?? the salemites all had blue magic for example. and now that I think about it the stone circle is a protection spell but it's not red/orange.

the meaning of this scene is so glaring dear lord. agatha was never going to give these women a chance to prove that yes, there are people out there who could love and help and accept her. she has shut herself up to that possibility a long time ago.

and she stole the soup too. awful.

I've seen all the different theories about nicky needing to feed on witches too, or nicky needing soul sacrifices to survive because he's the son of death etc. we don't have enough evidence to prove anything yet, but personally I headcanon nicky as a totally normal kid, that makes this story even more tragic.

and aww that baby suckling on the little pudgy fist

nicky doesn't look that happy about what he's been asked to do, does he?

we establish that nicky was sickly (maybe he was born with some internal defect that rio temporarily patched up?) we also see him steal the bell agatha will use for her Road scam in the future.

and we meet yet another witch being kind and wanting to help.

agatha: I love this six year old so much I'm gonna make him accessory to murder

dO yOU ShaME YouR MOtHER

and the big fake gasp too. as usual this bitch has conned a whole community

like, she's convinced herself that other witches are bad and are after her WHILE relying on witches's good hearts to con and kill them. what sort of mental gymnastics???

color goes from yellow to purple. nicky waits outside while his mom commits murder, it's not a good look on agatha. completely fucked up, actually.

(I'm terrified that the goat will end up being an agent of mephisto or something idiotic like that, lemme tell you. I hope they're just keeping it for milk and company.)

and here's the million dollar question. nicky has seen his mom kill literally since he was born, and now he's old enough to start realizing what that means.

oooh I know that look, that's agatha when she's put on the spot. she avoids his gaze, she can't be sincere with him.

and of course she's teaching herself spells from a book. nerrrrrrd

nicky, bless his soul, appears to give it a good thought and then offers a practical suggestion. I guess he wouldn't mind to have a roof on his head and some friends too.

GREAT acting from kathryn here. the quick OH SHIT face followed by the super final NO, with her jaw so rigid. in typical agatha fashion, when she's upset she becomes avoidant.

this is evanora's legacy. despite agatha's immense love for nicky, she is passing all that pain down and inflicting it on him.

remember when she called billy a survivor? this is the greatest asset in her opinion, the one she wants to teach her son. the truth is, she is angry at witches because she is scared of them, she's scared of being targeted again. but look at that kid's dark circles, I can't believe she's making him sleep in the woods, sick as he is!

really really fantastic subtlety. agatha wants to sound wise and strong, but she looks scared, uncertain, guilty.

see how nicky looks at agatha while he sings? he's checking to see if she's noticing, because his mom likes music and likes his voice. he's afraid he has upset her and wants to make her smile. he tried to reason with her, and now he tries to soothe her. this is what happens when you have an immature parent, a child will want to help, they will try to fix things. they'll end up parenting their parent, and it should always be the other way round.

agatha takes the bait. she's relieved that the conversation has moved to a safer subject. but oh, this script is so good. this is a mostly innocent, mostly sweet remark, but with a possessive undertone. don't forget that you are mine, she says.

and still, the love is real. even in a fucked up situation like this, these moment of happiness are precious and genuine and will linger on. look at how adoringly nicky looks at his mom, she's literally the sun and center of his small world, and that's how agatha likes it: she created nicky because she needed someone who could be hers without any baggage or consequences. but it turns out that raising a child is not a cheat code for love, it's one of the most difficult, most significant and impactful decisions a human can make.

go to episode 9 part 3

#agatha all along #agatha deep dive #agatha harkness #nicholas scratch #character analysis

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bigglywiggly · 6 months ago

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The day had finally come, you were finally going to meet the girl of your dreams, in person! Her name was Honey, she was a beauty streamer you had been watching for ages. Try-on hauls, pool streams, workout videos, all of it, you'd been here number 1 fan since day 1, donating thousands of dollars over the years to fund her lavish lifestyle, sending skimpy clothes and outfits for her to try on during her streams. To say you were smitten was an understatement. You would've done anything for even a minute with her, and luckily, that day had finally come.

One day, as you're tuning in to her stream, she posts a link on her page for "boyfriend applications." She wants to let her fans submit credentials and headshots for a chance to get more intimate with her, in a more personal way. You were astounded by this and instantly clicked the link and submitted an application. Seemed like pretty basic questions: height, weight, income, a headshot, basic things to understand the attractiveness and practicality of a person she deemed dateable. After filling it out to the best of your ability, you sent it in, a flutter and a hope in your chest. After, you tuned into the rest of the stream for the night.

The next week didn't go by quickly. Every day, you would sign in, check your inbox, emails, in hopes to see a response. As the end of the week neared, you lost all hope until you heard that melodious ding on your phone. At the top of your mailbox, you saw a new, unread email from who else, but Honey.

"Wow, you're super cute! I'd love to get to know you better, we should totally meet up!"

You almost dropped your phone, the air left your lungs and you were astounded, you punched and kicked yourself to make sure you weren't dreaming.

Nope. This was real. This was happening.

After that, time flew by to this very day. You had hopped aboard a plane, flew across the country, took an Uber to her house and were now standing on her doorstep. The reality of it all was finally hitting you. What if this was a scam? You'd heard about these fake streamers that lure unsuspecting fans out to these abandoned homes and robbed them, leaving them with nothing. This surely wasn't one of those times, right? Maybe you should text someone to let them know where you were? No, there's no way your parents would understand, and your friends would just mock you for being some sort of pathetic weirdo. You'd gotten this far, you were gonna see it through.

You walked up to the door, with a pit in your stomach, and shaking, reached up to press the doorbell.

*RING*

Silence. You sat there for a few seconds, but nobody showed. Was this all fake? You went to ring again, out of hope, when you heard footsteps from behind the door. Fairly heavy footsteps. You could almost feel it, and...were the sidelights shaking? Must've been your imagination. 3 more thuds and you heard the lock click. Then another lock. 3 locks? That seemed odd, but who knows, she's pretty famous, can't have enough security right? The door swung open, and the first thing you saw made your jaw drop.

"Hey cutie~!"

You looked up and there she was. As stunning as the day you first tuned into her stream. Face first with the most incredible curves you'd ever seen, if you weren't so entranced with her body, you may have also picked up on the sheer height of her. You weren't short by any means, you stood at a comfortable 5'11, but this woman was something else. As she filled the door frame, you were face to face with a trench of cleavage that could strangle an elephant.

"Nice to meet ya, I'm Honey! I see you've met the rest of me already! *Giggle*

You blushed, quickly snapping your head up to meet her gaze. As you locked eyes with her, it was like the whole world vanished. Pale, blue swimming pools stared straight into your soul, piercing through you.

"Umm..sorry. Yeah, hi, ma'am, I'm-"

"Oh sweetie, I know who you are! And what's with the ma'am? It's Honey!"

She playfully pushed your shoulder, slightly for her, but you felt there was some gusto as it almost made you step back.

"Well come on in! No use standing outside gabbin!"

She stepped to the side and gestured you in, you carefully stepped into the house, walking light footed as if you needed to be delicate or careful, like what you were doing was lascivious.

"Take your shoes off, make yourself comfortable!"

She spoke behind you, closing the door and doing up the 3 locks.

"I don't often get visitors here, so apologies if the place is a bit messy!"

As you walked into the house, something already felt odd. Like there was a chill in here of sorts, but you figured it was just from standing with the door open so long. You heard her thuds from behind and she walked past you, beckoning you to follow her into the main area. Following her, you started to take in your surroundings. Pictures on the wall of just Honey, all above your head though, if she lives alone it makes sense though, but to only have pictures of yourself up seemed a bit odd, no?

Stepping into the main area, you encountered another odd feeling as you took it all in. The furniture was surprisingly tall, taller than you'd seen. The couch looked like it came up to your waist. Stools at the kitchen counter were almost shoulder height to you. Had she custom ordered all this furniture? Some of it almost seemed even too tall for her?

"I see you noticed the furniture, don't worry, I'm still growing into it myself!"

Growing into it? What was that supposed to mean? Maybe just a figure of speech? You pondered this as you saw her walk over to the couch and plop down. She shot you a glance and patted the cushion next to her.

"Come sit! We should get to know each other better, this is our first time after all."

You awkwardly smiled back at her as you walked over to the couch. As you got closer to the furniture, your observations weren't unfounded, this couch was truly massive. Her sitting on it made it look like a normal sized piece of upholstery, but next to you, it made you feel like a kid again.

"Sorry, couch is a little high, I gotcha though!"

"What do you-?"

No sooner did the words come out as she put two hands under your arms and lifted you up, with ease, and plopped you down on the cushion beside her.

"Wow, you feel a lot lighter than you listed on your application! Granted, maybe this growing girl just doesn't know her own strength yet!"

Growing girl? Twice now she's referenced growing and still it made no sense. This girl was already massive and clearly approaching 30, how in the world was she growing?

"So, before we start, I wanted to thank you. I've noticed you in my streams for the last couple years. I see the donations you send and the clothes you ask me to try on. No doubt these gals have caught your eye." She shimmied her shoulders and gestured to the heaving shelf of breast hanging from her torso.

"I appreciate the clothes a lot, it's never easy covering these puppies up, believe you me. I swear, they eat up whatever I cover myself with and then some."

You blushed, she was clearly very comfortable in her skin, I mean hell, she shows herself off online for millions of people to see, why were you surprised. You kept darting glances down to her chest as she spoke. God they were huge, unrealistically so. How could something so massive come into being? Something so warm and inviting yet erotic and arousing all at the same time.

"Ahem. Did you hear anything I just said?"

"What? Sorry, I was jus-"

*Giggle*

"I'm just messing with ya! You clearly are having a little trouble paying attention, almost like somethings...caught your attention?"

She slowly rose from the couch and crawled towards you. Her heaving chest swinging from even the slightest motion as she closed the distance between you. The closer she got, the more of your vision was obscured by that inviting trench in front of you. God what you wouldn't have given to dive right in there.

"Ya know...these girls really have a mind of their own sometimes...they get hungry, and when that happens, there isn't much I can do to calm em down. They just keep growing, year after year, bigger and bigger as time passes."

Inches from your face now, you can smell the sweat from her skin as her cleavage floods your vision. Swinging, back and forth, pendulously in your face, they're all you can see.

"Would you like to...see them get even bigger?"

Oh god. You're on the brink, you feel your faculties leaving you, almost as if you're regressing to a more animalistic state. You need to touch them, feel them, taste them, you need to be between them now. In an instant you throw up your hands on either side and dive face first into that canyon.

*Giggle* "You're not one to mince words, are ya? Just going headfirst, well don't let me stop ya, explore to your heart's content."

You mash your face in between them, pressing down on either side, burying your face more and more. The more you explore these mighty breasts of hers, the more you seem to lose yourself, the less the world around you seems to matter. Squeezing, smushing, licking, this has become your world now.

"There's a good boy, you really know how to make a girl feel good..."

Her voice invades your mind and almost snaps you out of your trance, you start to notice little changes. When were you on her lap? Was she always caressing your back? Wow, these breasts truly are enormous, it's incredible how your hands just...sink into them like pudding. It's almost like...the longer you caress and squeeze, the bigger they get...

As these thoughts flood in, you notice that you're struggling to breathe a little. You haven't come up for air in a while. You try to pry the breasts back a little bit to let yourself some air but...they won't budge? In fact, they feel so heavy, you're hardly even squishing into them anymore. You place your hands on the front of her breasts and start pulling back, trying to pry your head free, until you finally released yourself with an audible *POP* and tumble backwards.

The world all slowly comes back into view, your surroundings start to become more clear, but something's off now. You start to pull yourself up to stand, but feel the couch beneath your feet? Your senses start to come back rapidly as you see you're standing on the couch, but the back of the couch is towering over you. You gulp, shocked and start to panic.

"What the hell is going on?!"

"Shhh, sweetie, relax."

You hear her low, sultry voice as you look back on her and almost fall back by what you see. There she is, on the far side of the couch, vastly looming over you. From your vantage point, she must be at least 35ft tall.

"What's going on?! What did you do to me?!"

"Aww, baby, can't you tell yet?"

She reaches out to you, you quiver as you see her gigantic hand approaching you, each finger bigger than a summer sausage. You try to push her hand away, but to no avail, she's far, far stronger than you. She wraps her fingers around your torso, lifts you up and carries you over to her face.

"Sweet pee, I wish you could see how cute you are right now. You're like a little bitty toy. You've done so much for me already, I wanted to thank you. You've really made an excellent donation."

"Donation?? What do you mean? Why am I so small? Change me back!!"

"Oh hon, I wish I could but your size is going to somewhere much greater. Just watch."

You see her bite her lip as the changes slowly take effect. You hear a subtle groaning as you witness her transform before your very eyes. You first notice the fingers holding you in place start to thicken, covering more and more of your torso. Then you see her thighs slowly plumpen, growing thicker and lusher. Then you notice the biggest part: her chest. Each breast begins to balloon, almost as if inflating, growing outwards and upwards, you can hear her bra beginning to creak and snap under her newfound weight. Her tank top straps strain and spaghetti before snapping and falling limply down her torso.

By the time it's all done, you see her take a deep breath as the tatters of her old outfit start to slip away.

"Wow, that was the best one yet! I just knew you'd be my biggest supporter. Apologies for these old rags though" as she gestures to her clothes, "allow me to slip into something more...fitting."

In a flash, you see the clothes on her body begin to morph, a black tank slowly forms from her old rags and lines up to hoist up her immensely enhanced bust. The straps, incredibly thin, squish down into her soft, pliable flesh.

"There, that looks better on me, dontcha think?"

"What the hell is going on?? How are you doing this? Why are you doing this?!"

She lets out an exasperated sigh.

"Hon, how do you think I got like this in the first place? How do you think I got this incredible body that lead to all these followers and all this fame? Donations of course! The sweet, perverted masses like yourself that so kindly add to, well, these masses!" She says as she honks her left breast, it's girth pouring out between her fingers.

"But, why? You don't even know me! I loved you and your content, I was happy to make those donations if they made you happy!"

"Hon, you and I both know why you made donations to begin with. You haven't been able to look at anything else since you got here, that's why you came here in the first place. You don't care about me as a person, you care about this body. Well, now you've made a contribution to the maintaining and improving of this body! You're almost there!"

You feel a sinking feeling in your chest as you swallow deeply.

"Almost?"

She flashes you a devious grin.

"Of course, hon." She speaks in a deep, sultry tone. "There's still so much of you left."

Your eyes open wide as you start kicking and flailing in her grasp, doing anything you can to get away from this monster, but to no avail.

She lets out a low, echoing chuckle, "You'll have to try harder than that, hon! I can hardly feel your weight, let alone your struggles! And as much as I LOVE watching your little flailings, Mama's got a stream to do tonight, so."

And with that, she slowly brings you closer to her chest, dangling you above the gully that is her cleavage, and flashes you one last smile.

"Thanks for the donation, hon!"

With that, she stuffs you down between her breasts, deep, deep down, almost as if into the core of some desolate planet. As she reaches the centre, she releases her grip on you and retracts her hand. What little light you see from above vanishes as her hand leaves your prison and the crushing weight of her bust surrounds you. You try to move, try to kick, punch, scream, bite, anything, to no avail. You feel a vibration echo around you, clearly she's laughing at your struggles. The pounding of her heart starts to fill your ears, it's low, resonating rumble almost calming you as you miserably accept your fate. You close your eyes, awaiting the inevitable.

-Hours later-

You slowly awaken, hot and sweaty, a dry scratchy feeling in your throat, no doubt from your screaming. You're not sure where you are though, your eyes are hazy and struggling to adjust to the darkness, but you see a small sliver of a silvery haze far, far, far above you. Moonlight? You reach out for it, only to feel a warm, moist mass beside you. What is this? It almost feels like-

Your heart starts racing. You start to panic and snap your head around to acquaint yourself with your surroundings, until you hear a loud, roaring rumble echo around you. A snore. You find yourself plastered to the side of her breast, deep within her bosom, the sliver of light a small amount of moonlight peaking into her cleavage. You try to yell out, but you're still hoarse. You can hardly move your limbs as you try to scratch her breast. You feel a sudden movement as you think you've gotten her attention. Your hopes are instantly crushed as the light vanishes and you start to feel the weight of her other tit come crushing down on you. Your incredibly mild annoyance only caused her to roll over in her sleep, crushing you further down as the goddess around you rests. All that's left to hear is the subtle beat of her heart all around you.

You close your eyes and let out a single tear as you accept your fate, the irony of the situation finally settling in.

You always wanted to contribute to those beautiful breasts, and now, you finally have.

#honeyybee.bby #giantess #breast expansion #absorption

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tinfoil-jones · 3 months ago

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The fact that Stan has made a whole career out of commit crimes and sell off scams—swindling people, conning them out of as much money as he possibly can, stealing, lying and committing a long list of goofily-named crimes—in order to survive alone in the world is part of what makes his character so interesting.

Filbrick realized a bit too late that Stanley never should have become a hardened criminal:

[Art by dimonds456] [Full vers in ch.24]

Because yeah, he's not a killer. He's never killed anyone, but at this moment Filbrick did not know that.

So here you have Stanley who is explaining, in-detail, from experience, what it's like to die of suffocation, while choking a man.

Here's the updated/final lore list of stuff he's allegedly done that only happened in this story and didn't happen in canon, Stan:

Doesn't start to worry about stab wounds until he gets to five

Used cocaine that he cut with Ambien, to the point that a standard dosage of Ambien for an adult man doesn't effect him, just kinda seasons his water more than anything.*

*This drug resistance also made it to where he's almost completely untouched by the dissociative properties of Ketamine.

*He was also totally fine after being loaded up with a tranquilizer that was not intended for human use, and was synthesized with paranormal creatures and monsters in mind. This same tranquilizer incapacitated his identical twin Ford for almost twenty-four hours, and he still had to be injected with Narcan to bring him out of out.

Has been kidnapped at least once before.

Has done questionable things for twenty dollars.

Has gotten shady back alley stitches before.

Was involved in a shoot-out with Agent Powers (an IRS agent) while he was running with Jimmy Snakes biker gang.

Has thirty unique attempts on his life so far.

Has escaped five prisons, two of those escapes were from the Infinetentiary. Which he broke into to rescue/conjugal visit his friend/ex Rick.

Was chased down the Interstate for fifty miles by Jimmy, who was trying to literally drag his soul to Hell.

Stole sleeping drugs from the Galactic Federation.

Has enough experience with unlawful abduction and confinement, and involuntary commitment, that he knows the distinct differences between them.

Has had his shoulder dislocated enough times he can easily reset one.

Caused half of the psychologists who tried treating him while he was committed to quit. The other half ended up also committed.

Was banned from Lottocron Nine for starting The Crusades

Was banned from Planet Chorus, for reasons unknown, but the domino effect would cause the Chorusan Civil War in 2552

Was banned from Arkansas for "corrupting" a large number of Southern Baptists.

Blew up an unmanned Galactic Federation warehouse because they didn't accept the prescription pad that he forged in English.

Did a keg stand with liquid ecstasy.

Was killed by the IRS.

Legally speaking, his full name in the Galactic Federation is "Staniel Danger Malone" because Rick was the one who registered an I.D* for him back when Stan didn't understand the regimes official language. His name is written in his I.D in Gromflomish as: ⌇⏁⏃⋏⟟⟒⌰ ⎅⏃⋏☌⟒⍀ ⋔⏃⌰⍜⋏⟒

Was banned from the City of Tijuana for selling flour tortillas that he mixed with sand, and telling everyone they were corn tortillas.

His DNA is potentially 104% identical to Fords

On one planet, his name is synonymous with "Customer Complaint" because he sold very subpar copper.

#early amnesia au #for your own good #stan pines #stanley pines #ford pines #stanford pines #rick sanchez #gravity falls #fanfiction #fanfic #ask #ask answered #for your own good lore #stanchez

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mehiwilldoitlater · 3 months ago

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Journey to the Rent

You sniffed again, your eyes glued to the streetlamp; the light trembled here and there, a few moths attracted by its light.

You lost track of time; how long were you sitting on that half-wet bench? The Clouds i. The sky covered the moon, and you needed to turn off your phone. You didn't want to hear It rang; you didn't want to talk or be found right now. Your luggage near you reminded you about your long-lost happiness, wishing that you never had to take the planet back in this city that now, more than ever, felt so big and cold.

Yes, cold, you felt cold... well, you were in the middle of a park at night, of course. It was cold now. This thought, luckily, was able to take you away from the reason why you couldn't go back to your apartment...

Yes, at that right moment you were currently homeless. To be fair, you had all the rights in the world to stay in your home, but the idea now... It made you sick. You felt like a coward even, why weren't you fighting back?

Because you felt that it was coming...

No, no distractions. You straighten your back, now focusing on your important task: not dying on a cold November night. You rose up, taking your backpack and your luggage, slowly walking away from the small playground, hoping to find in the meantime a good idea.

Calling your parents was out of the question; they lived far away, and you didn't have any energy left for another trip. You could have asked your friends to stay the night, but you didn't want to involve them in your drama. You all went on vacation to help Nicole tò get over her divorce. After a single One year of marriage, which was ALREADY enough for her. And, the most important part, was that he knew all these people, he had their number, and he could have easily found you.

At least for that night, you wanted to be invisible, disappear, and not exist.

Maybe you could book a room in a motel? Yeah, no pass. The idea of freezing to death was more appealing than passing it inside one of those places...Maybe an hotel? It seemed the most rational idea! But you didn't know how long you would have stayed there, and that was pretty much money drying. Not to mention that, right now, you have zero idea how many hotels near your workplace are available.

You started to contemplate going to a shelter for the homeless when a small glint caught your eye. It was a small gleam, for only a second; if it wasn't for that car passing by near the gate of the park, you would have surely missed it. A notice board, one of those people put photos of lost pets, a number for reps for school, a job advertisement, and all of those staff. Some people preferred a more direct approach than using some apps, and those noticed board were pretty usefull sometimes.

There, tacked over the other, a golden piece of plastic paper. The writings were in a darker shade of red, and by the looks of the ink, it seemed that they made it by hand, and that was the first, if not the only, of that advertiser made it in that way.

At first glance, you would have found It was quite tacky for its presentation, arrogant even, since it covered all the other papers but dismissed everything when you noticed what the paint strokes were saying.

Thunderclap apartments.

Bilocals ready To immediate use: car parking, functional elevators,

and a private pool for the residents.

A refuge for the mind and the soul!

Alongside that, an address and a few phone numbers, from the owner probably.

In other situations you would certainly have avoided something so tempting like this one, since it was probably a scam. And yet, you took the golden, plastified paper, looking at the phone number, desperate enough to try everything that you could find.

When you reached the nearest phone cabin, you had a few second thoughts about this idea, but as soon as you inserted the coin and typed the number, you felt more adamant about it.

A few minutes passed, and there was no response. Maybe it was really a scam; maybe no one was behind that number... maybe coming back wasn't such a

"Hello?"

The voice of A man came from the other side. It felt like the voice of someone that could break your back in two with an Hug and yet seemed nice by the tone he used.

"H-hello?" Your voice trembled a little, whether from the cold or from the nervousness you didn't know. "Is this Thunderclap Apartments number?"

"Wujing, it's dinner time!" An acute voice came from the background; you had a little more conscience on what time it was now.

"Yes, yes, it's me! Well, I AM one of the owners, of course! You can call me Sha Wujing! Can I help you?" A shuffle, he must have stood up from his seat. Yes, he was really helpful now.

"Oh, hello! My name Is Y/n F/n and...I found the announcement for the apartment, and I was—" you heard a rumble in the sky—"more than interested!"

"Oh! Oh yes, the announcement! Yes, of course! We can set up a meeting tomorrow after-"

"N-no, Mr.... ehm, Wujing... I wonder if the immediate means...like now..."

"Now?...now now?"

"....yes..."

While the silence and the small murmur in the background kept going for a minute or two, your anxiety kept on growing in your belly. It wasn't about the possible rejection; that you know was more than just justified; you literally asked to get a roof over your head pronto. No, what you feared was that the only option there was to go back to face the inevitable.

"Are you in some big trouble, uh?"

"...well, not troubles like police and stuff, but... yeah..."

He sighed; you prayed for a quick no, swift and painless.

"Well, I can't turn down a request for help. How long till you're here?"

The surprise of the respond was enough to make you speechless. Really? Just like that?! Wait, maybe that was really a scam! Maybe they were—

"Miss? Miss, are you there?"

Okay, no, no more questioning!

"Ah! Yes! Yes, I'll be there as soon as I can!"

"Good! Later than!"

"YES! Thank you, thank you so much!"

You had to hang up, and... you felt a wave of relief washing over you. You had to give yourself a few slaps on your cheeks, enough to believe that you really resolved your problem in such a short time... there was still the chance that it wasn't safe at all and you were literally giving yourself to a bunch of criminals, but you wanted to push this small moment of luck that you had found.

It was when some cold drops of rain and some more thunders reminded you that you needed to find a taxi, and so you sprinted out from the park.

///

As soon as you reached the place, it was now raining hard. You even had some trouble seeing through the old glass of the car, but, from the lack of lights and buildings, the complex must have been built a little far from the center of the city.

It wasn't such a bad thing, especially in your actual situation. You'll have to find a way to go to work, but you had time for that. Maybe it wasn't so bad that the bad weather forced you and your friends to come back sooner...

At least you found out ...

Before you could go back to your spiral of thoughts, the cranky voice of the driver got you back to reality.

"We're here..."

You paid with the little cash you had with you, forsaking the fact that you had brought everything with you EXCEPT for an umbrella. The driver didn't have anything left from other customers, so you had just the option to walk under the pouring rain.

The Rain made It hard to see the palace, even if the lights were lit up, but what you could see was that it was quite big. By the iron fence, the lamps that decorated the pavement from the main gate to the entrance and the lights from the structure, it seemed like an old place that was renowned.

The main gate, a big old-fashioned kind of metal one, was left open. Maybe it was supposed to be that way, maybe left for you; you didn't care. Your worries now were to run as fast as you could under the rain, protecting your laptop in your backpack, which your friends had made fun of you for since you had brought it on a holiday, and the few important items that you wanted to be dry.

You found refuge from the rain under the patio that preceded the door. It was an old type, made of wood, and the center decorated with stained glass, a fancy design with several flowers and plants. The only contemporary object was the intercom on the right of the door, and after a small research of the right button, you called inside, waiting for a response.

Between the sound of the raging door and the heavy drops camping from your now soaked form, the intercom lightened up, showing a sign of life from It. Before you could hear any sound from it, the light from the other side of the door had turned on, showing some movements from the other side and a staircase, which you weren't sure was an actual one until two figures had moved quickly on it.

Strange, you thought, then a long beep emitted from the intercom.

"Hello? Miss Y/n?" It was the calm and understanding voice of Wujing.

"Yes, it's me!"

"Ah! Good! Please come in!"

A small click from the door and a good push, that was all you needed to get in. It was an old door, but it seems that the owners decided to install all the security in it! And, speaking of the owners...

When you heard the voice, your first thought was that this Sha Wujing was some kind of big man; what you couldn't understand was that he was quite REALLY a big man! The two first features that caught your attention were the fact that he was almost near 2 meters in height and large like a bear and his vibrant hair and beard, colored in a vibrant red. Tied up in a high bun, they almost looked fake by the color they showed, since it was almost impossible to exist such a color in nature! His eyes were dark, and, despite his oriental name, they were quite big and round. He almost reminded you of a fish by those curious traits.

He seemed like the kind of man that you REALLY didn't want to have against you in a fight, because by the looks of it, he was really strong, maybe able to crush a skull between his thighs, covered in a pair of thick jeans. And yet, despite his looks, his face showed a kind and patient smile. Honestly, if you had to guess a possible second work aside from being an apartment owner, you could guess between a bodyguard or a teacher, since he had that kind of smile that could make every kid behave.

"Finally, it's nice to have a face on the voice!" he said between a small chuckle, ignoring the dripping water on the carpet that you were leaving. "And by the look of it, the rabbi found you first..."

"Yeah..." you scratched your head a little, posing down your backpack."So, umm... nice to meet you! I'm Y/n...Y/N F/n...I'm... I'm so grateful for your kindness!"

"Oh please! You're not the first one to ask for such a thing! It's our duty to help the ones in need!"

Wow, so they did this thing often? They didn't care about records or stuff? You started to wonder about the other tenets of that place and were a little worried since you'll have to stay there for who knows how long. You noticed then that he was looking at you with a strange anticipation...like waiting for something.

A minute passed; you cleared your throat, waiting for him to show you the house, and he just looked around, feeling your same nervousness.

"You know... You can take it off!" He exclaimed, moving his hands.

You raised your eyebrow, looking at him in a mix of confusion and disbelief. You touched your wet hoodie, the only warmth you had from it now gone with the freezing rain.

"...My...hoodie?"

"Come on, darling! I'm sure you're ADORABLE!"

The second voice came from the stairs, where the two figures that you spotted from outside were. Leaning from the railing on the stairhead, just in front in what you supposed was the elevator, the one who spoke was a large man; the muscles were not as prominent as the one of Wujing, but he still gave you the idea of strength in him. He had the kind of face of the men that you met in a disco, who try so hard to woo you for hours and don't take a hint even if it's splatted on their face. It seemed like an offense, but...his face reminded you...a pig... He had a large nose, decorated with a large nose piercing, his eyes still large but like Wujing ones. His hair, black like ink, was tied in a low ponytail.

The second one...honestly, you couldn't look at him for so long. It wasn't the fact that you couldn't even get one inch of their feature; guilty, the sweatshirt they wore, it was his...aura. You never had believed in that staff, but in the moment that you really tried to focus on that second figure, you felt his eyes on you, and you had to divert your eyes from them, and, with the corner of your eyes, you almost believed that they were glowing for a second. You couldn't describe it, but you believed that that was the same sensation that a prey feels in front of the predator, or like when you're in front of something so big that you have to take a step back.

You felt small, and you really wished that Wujing could just take you away; instead, he just shushed the first one.

"I understand; you don't feel comfortable! Here, I'll do it first!"

"You... want to take off your tank top?" Oh no, please, not a nudist club!

You really started to panic when a voice thundered from the stairs.

"Wujing, she's NOT..." His voice was... you couldn't describe it, but it seemed like a snarl from the tone. Wujing looked at him for a few seconds, then his eyes came back to you.

"...You're not... OH... OH GODS!" It was his turn to panic and to feel mortified for the terrible idea that he had and the first impression with you. You just looked at him, more confused and awkwardly since you were still there trying to understand what he was talking about. You noticed that the second man had the same expression as him, less mortified and more embarrassed. The third one... seemed to not care at all.

"Oh no, I was assuming...the advertiser... Wait, you're dripping wet!" He had noticed just now? "You need a towel or you're going to catch a cold! Don't move, stay here!" And he disappeared behind a door that you noticed just now, behind a large vase, an Asian one by the looks of it, where a series of some small version of a bamboo grew. The silence fell again when the door slammed for his strength, leaving you there with the mysterious duo.

"...I'm not...what?" You finally were able to speak again.

"Um...a lawyer." The large man received what you supposed was a dirty look from the other, but what you saw was just a movement with his hands that was supposed to be Are you serious?" Wow, you weren't one to judge, but his fingernails were...long and sharp...nice.

"Because..." the large one continued, "Lawyers don't...go around...during a storm...."

"...I guess?" No, they weren't nudist; they were crazy. Well, better crazy than criminals, right?

Honestly, what was wrong with them?! Firstly, they act all nice and dandy, like you were some old friend coming to take a visit in town, and now they act all strange and worried? That wasn't a real criminal kind of way to act, but it seemed like they were expecting something from you, which you didn't know what it was, honestly. When the door opened up again, Wujing was holding a ...pink fluffy towel. Really not something that you expected, but you couldn't guess much when he was literally drying you like you were a toddler.

"You... you don't have to!" You tried to smutter up while he was creating fire with the many strokes he gave you.

"No, no, I left you here in the cold... gods, what a night..."

"You...could say that..." you sighed, finally free from his grasp and the towel around your neck.

His look, still worried for something that you didn't know what, looked at you for a few seconds, and there, you started to wonder if there was some sort of problem with you. He clicked his tongue, searching for the right words.

"Y/n... can I call you Y/n, right? No matter um..." He clearly didn't know how to explain whatever he needed to do; maybe it was too complicated to explain? "You...you are...a normal person, right?"

"Normal...OH!" You felt a rush of fear crossing you; he was having second thoughts?! So much to help someone in need! "OH! Oh yes! Please, please, I need to stay here! Here! I have my laptop; we can check my bank account together. I just need—" You were already opening your backpack when his hand stopped you, trying to calm you down.

"No, no, I believe you! You don't need to show me anything, but... um... you said you found the golden paper, right?"

"Uh...yes, in the park. I have It right here, see?" You took out from your pocket the plastic paper, opening up in front of his quite surprised eyes. He looked at it, then at the two on the stairs, to which they responded with a shrug from them.

It seemed like they were confused about the fact that you actually had that thing in your hands, which did worry a little your stressed mind further. But, before something else could happen, Wujing just turned back to you, a tired smile on his face.

"Well, I guess it is what it is!" Welcome to Thunderclap apartments, Missy!"

...Wow, everything turned back to normal? Well, sort of at least. Before you could react, he took your luggage from the ground, holding it like it wasn't weighing a thing.

"All right, let's take the elevator. We have a good place for you on the first floor, but we can take it in this case."

You wondered how tired you looked, or pathetic and desperate, but at that moment it wasn't the first of your worries. You just wanted to collapse on a bed and try to sleep...

The two men looked at you from the stair, now with a punch of curiosity in this new presence in the building. You felt again that heavy feeling on your shoulder every time the one in the hoodie watched you; this time you even noticed something off with his face ... It seemed like his nose was... flat? And he had a pair of long teeth. For the nose, you weren't sure, but for the teeth and his looks, maybe he was one of those wannabe vampires.

Finally, the door of the elevator closed up, and you breathed normally.

"So," the almost normal member of the owners spoke, "I don't want to dig in your business, but... you really look..."

"Like SHIT?"

"Your words, not mine!" You chuckled a little.

"I... well, let's just say I had a hell of a day. I'm sorry to be a trouble, anyway."

"Nah, you just surprised us, that's all! You looked like you were running away!" He wasn't lying, though...

"I had just returned from a peaceful holiday, and now I'm on the street, not a runaway, I swear."

"Ish, from Heaven to hell, huh?"

This time, you actually laughed. Despite all the strangeness that they showed, this Wujing seemed like a pretty decent guy. He was nice, understandable, and kind enough to not pry too much into your current situation. He was quite nice and the complete opposite of what usually house owners are described as, giving a sense of relief and the feeling of being lucky once in a while.

Once you reached the floor, another small ping came from the elevator, and you both exited the small cabin. In front of you, two doors faced each other with 3 meters of separation by the landing. Wujing reached for the One at your left, opening with One of the many keys hanging from a keychain, a strange metal thing, it seemed like a small stick with a crescent moon on one side... He must had liked Sailor Moon.

Once he opened the door, you were able to look inside and... It wasn't bad at all.

The living room wasn't too big or too small but just enough to put some furniture here and there. The most interesting thing was the big window that faced towards the road, giving you the idea that once under the sun, that place was made to be bright.

"Wow, I have lights and electricity?"

"Yeah, we decided to give you an extra because of the rush. It seemed like we were right, uh?"

The kitchen and the living room faced each other; an island made of wood was the only object that separated the two. It was a good idea of someone wanting to throw a dinner since it was easy to transform the living room into a dining room. The kitchen had what every kitchen needed: a few shelves, a pantry, and the stoves.

"This is the bathroom! We renovated the apartments, but we decided to just give a refresh to the bathrooms for the Styles. My mast—I mean, my co-owner—believed that taking away their original design was a sin!"

And you couldn't agree more! The color of the times was a soft shade of honey tones, and Just in the middle there was a series of ones that reminded you of some seaweed by the designs. The bathtub, a large One with Lion paws, was near the stained-glass Windows, wich reminded you of the feont door! Then a sink, some shelves...but something's missing.

"Uh...what about the washing machine?"

"Oh..." he scratched his head with an apologetic tone. "Well... yeah, we had a few... issues with our laundry area..."

"You have a laundry area?" There wasn't anything about it in the advertiser..."

"We...didn't put it...because of the issues!"

"...What kind of issues?"

"Pff... some... tube issues... do not worry too much! We're working on it! For now, there is a good laundry shop not far from here!"

It sounded more like an excuse, but he said that it was something temporary...so maybe they were just using it for some drugs or staff; who were you to judge?

And finally...the bedroom. A spacious room, an old bed with a mattress that, despite the place, seemed quite clean, and a balcony that led to the other side of the building. Simple, no furniture... But it seemed quite lovely, just like the rest of the house.

"So...that's it! It's not that big, but quite nice as a flat. The price is 600 dollars monthly, bills excluded. You can use the free Wi-Fi of the condo, but I suggest you buy a Wi-Fi as soon as possible!"

Honestly, with that price, you felt like they were literally gifting you this place! Maybe staying wasn't such a bad idea after all! He gave you the key, and you led him to the door, listening to the last information that you needed.

"I leave you alone now; you look like you need sleep. Tomorrow we'll fix the last small details."

"Seriously, you're a lifesaver..."

"And, as I said, you're not the first one. We do this all the time... Are you sure you don't need any blankets?"

"Nah, got my staff...thank you..."

"Eh, you're welcome... night!"

When the door clicked, you felt the strength in your legs start to fade away. You touched your hair, feeling the dampness of the towel...ah, you forgot to give it back...another small thing to do in the morning. You could have just changed, taken the pajamas in your luggage, and cleaned a little yourself, but you didn't have any strength to do that. You found yourself removing everything except that old t-shirt that you had inherited from your dad, a stupid thing with a fish coming out from a tunnel and the ominous writing soon on it.

You allowed your body to collapse on that mattress, ignoring the possibility of getting some bedbugs on you. In all honesty, you didn't care at all; you just turned off the light and started looking at the ceiling, rethinking many life choices and many things that happened in the few hours.

You left your house... your shared house... you left your boyfriend there... him alone... with that girl that he had told you to not worry about. A girl that you saw plenty of times at the theater, that you wanted to believe was just too friendly.

He had cheated you while you were away... You came back sooner, and you found him red-handed... and you ran away. You did nothing, just ran away...

All the tears that you kept in you finally started to come out. And, between sobs and sighs, you found yourself crying yourself to sleep.

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Blasting music came from a car, one of those that really rich kids can even manage to possess. He fixed his long hair out from his electric blue jacket, laughing and jumping out from the vehicle. A girl laughed alongside a few of her friends while talking about the douchebag that was flirting with her all night. The rider, a boy with a huge grin on his face, looked at the one that was still saying goodbye to his friends.

"Yo, same time next week?"

"Please, please, please, you have to come, Lie! It's not fun if you're not around!"

"You heard the lady, big man!"

He laughed, splashing some puddles with his expensive and far too colored sneakers, while slowly reaching for the complex while the light lamps started to open up. "All right, all right! You babies always act as brats! I'll accompany you again, but you have to behave, alright?!"

And with more laughs and taunts, the groups drove off, the music slowly disappearing, letting the music of the night come back to the area. When Bai Long walked towards the door, he imagined the disappointed look of his master, questioning him about his whereabouts of the night; instead, he found himself alone in the entrance hall. Everyone must have been asleep, he thought, but hearing a few smacks from the stairs and some ominous little lights, floating here and there, making the place more freezing than it was supposed to be, he must retake his own words.

Since he hated doing his own business, he decided to follow the sounds and the creepy lights, only to find his old brother, staff in his hand, sitting with his back on a door, smacking a few of those evil spirits away. A yawn from him was enough to understand that he didn't exactly want to be there; who knows what he had done this time?

"Oh! Did you make Master angry again?"

"You're late again, "the cranky voice spoke."Had fun?"

"As always!" said Bai Long, sitting next to his brother, while a long and scaly tail came from him, smacking another of those little things."You should come one of these days; it would be a change of air at least!"

"Nah. I don't like that blasty stuff you hear at those clubs that you like."

Bai Long laughed a little; he knew his brother far too well, and he loved messing around with him a little. Then, his attention came back to those spirits, trying to get to that door it seemed.

"Quite feisty this night, huh? What's inside this flat anyway? Wasn't it empty?"

"A girl came..."

"A demon one?"

"Nope, a mortal one." Bai Long gave him a look like asking him if he was joking. "Yeah, I know...crazy, right? Master asked him to guard her for this night. He plans to do something tomorrow...some mantra or staff to protect her..."

"Wait...how does a mortal find this place anyway?"

"She found the golden sigil..." Bai Long gasped, "Yup... I know..."

A silence has fallen between the two, now two objects smacking the spirits away from the door or just smashing them. It wasn't the first time a mortal found that place, but it was abnormal that the golden sigil led them there. It was made for... non-mortal people.

"I don't know what's wrong with her, but she had cried herself to sleep."

"Oh...a runaway maybe?"

"Like I care..." And again with the attitude of the cold-hearted one... If he really didn't care, he would not have guarded that door even. It was a master order, but he would have found a way to sneak around the job, and he even listened to her cries... Well, it wasn't his problem, but he would have used that against him one day.

"...We need to fix the laundry problem," said Bai Long, smacking another spirit. "These things are starting to get on my nerves."

"That old lady loves sneaking through the tubes, you know that..."

"Yeah, but it was you the one that had trapped her in the washing machine, remember?" Bai Long's old brother decided to stay silent.

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