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donghyuck's leg won't stop shaking.
he sits with the weight of your confession still fresh on his mind, wanting nothing more than to share his inner turmoil with mark. he can't help but wonder how you must've felt the moment you realized your feelings for jaemin. he couldn't phantom the idea of being in love with anyone besides mark--but he didn't judge you for it. he knew you. he knew you would never intentionally hurt anyone if you could help it. he knew that you were too considerate of everyone else's feelings to pursue your own.
yet still, he can't stop himself from stealing glances towards you and jaemin. he can't stop himself from wondering how the group was so oblivious to your longing stares and lingering touches. he can't stop himself from noticing the way jaemin seems to keep his eyes on you--watching to see if you're the first to laugh in the group. he can't help but wonder if somehow jaemin knows. if he knows his feelings for you were so transparent to everyone but you.
donghyuck counts back the amount of times he's seen your interactions with jaemin. he counts back how many people have questioned your closeness--your relationship--to each other. it takes him back to the same question: how were they all so oblivious to this?
"hey?" mark's hand find its way to donghyuck's thigh as he squeezes his way between the armchair of the couch and donghyuck's body. this is all it takes for donghyuck's mind to default to nothingness. he forgets the stream of questions and worries once he sees mark's smile, his face softening with the comfort of the other man's presence.
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FALLOUT |LH| SIX
*gif not mine
PAIRING: donghyuck x reader bodyguard!donghyuck
WARNINGS: mentions of yuta, doyoung jeno. swearing, hospital (broken rib, bruises).
WORD COUNT: 2,8K
SEVEN
You spent the duration of the ride pondering if Donghyuck was seriously injured. Or if he had died. The car began to slow down, and you looked up to see where he was. The hospital.
After Donghyuck left you with the rest of the security team, you refused to go home and wanted to make sure he was okay. You couldn't lose him.
You made your way to the E.R and a nurse took you to the room where he was being treated by the doctors. You knocked on the door and then opened it. He was laying on a stretcher gurney. He was shirtless and had bandages around his ribs and an arm on his eyes covering them.
"Donghyuck?" You called.
"(Y/N)?," He stared at you. "What are you doing here?"
You rushed through the door and finally got a good look at him. He had bruises all over his chest and waist. Your eyes started watering. "You look like hell." You breathed. Your hand instinctively looked out his. Donghyuck was pale and his skin was clammy.
"I know," he admitted. "But you cannot be in here. Please leave, (Y/N)."
"I won't leave," you held his hand and squeezed it. "What did the doctors say? Are you hurt?"
"I have a broken rib," Donghyuck tried to sit and growled. "Please go home, you'll be safer there. I couldn't even protect you out there, what makes you think I will be here?"
"Hey, hey," you whispered and cupped his face in your hands, "it's not your fault. I'm okay, I'm not hurt and that wasn't your fault, okay?"
"We need to talk., (Y/N). There’s something you need to know..." He stared at you.
Suddenly, the door opened harshly revealing an upset Yuta. He had his jaw tightened and grabbed your arm roughly, almost making you whine. "You will not spend a single minute with this useless bodyguard. We're leaving, (Y/N)."
"Yuta," you let go off of his grip. "What are you even doing here?"
"I came to do his motherfucking job: protecting you. You almost die today, (Y/N)." Yuta stared at you and then looked at Donghyuck. "Don't you ever even bother to come back. You're fired."
"I'm the one who makes that call, Yuta," you glanced at him. "You cannot speak for me and he's not fired. This wasn't his fault."
"Oh my God, (Y/N)," Yuta rolled his eyes. "Is he fucking you so good that you will defend him?"
You opened your mouth to speak but Yuta raised his hand. "I saw you two kissing the other day. Is this your new hobby? Fucking your bodyguard?"
"My life and who I fuck is none of your business. Get the fuck out of here." You demanded.
"You're coming with me," he grabbed your hand and you groaned letting go off of his grip again. He growled and snapped his fingers. Two big men entered the room and grabbed you by force. You screamed and kicked in the air but it was useless. Donghyuck tried to stand up but it was stopped by Yuta who placed him back on the stretcher gurney, pressing his broken rib making Donghyuck growl in pain. "I'll have to finish your stupid task since you couldnt keep your hands to yourself, asshole."
"Don't you dare to hurt her!" Donghyuck said between teeth, causing Yuta to laugh.
"Please don't tell me you fell for her..." He laughed again. "It's so pathetic. Well, I hope you fucked her good last night because you won't see her again."
And before Donghyuck could stand up again, Yuta injected something through his IV making him dizzy and putting him to sleep. “Sweet dreams.”
After you got home, you slapped Yuta in the face twice. You punched him in his chest a few times and then pushed him. You were crying. “Don’t you ever fucking do that again, do you hear me?!”
He grabbed your wrists, trying to calm down and looked at him. “You should be thanking me.”
“I love him!” You exclaimed, “I don’t care about you. Stay fucking quiet, dont you understand?”
Yuta sighed, frustrated and then glanced at you. “My bodyguards will stay here tonight. You should be safe.”
“Fuck you.”
Yuta ignored you and left your house. You screamed and threw a flagon to the door. You grabbed your purse trying to find your phone to call Donghyuck and realised Yuta had taken it with him. You went to your home office and unlocking a drawer with your fingertip, you pulled out an old iPhone and turned it on.
You frowned as soon as you saw the first notification, an email for Kim Doyoung.
From: KDY
To: (Y/N)
Meet me. We need to talk. It’s important.
You gulped. Why did he want to see? Was he behind the shooting? You certainly couldn’t tell Donghyuck about, what if he ended up dead now?
You sighed and replied to his email.
From: (Y/N)
To: KDY
When and where?
Doyoung replied a couple of seconds later.
From: KDY
To: (Y/N)
Tonight. 11 pm in the place as usual. Go alone.
You placed the phone on the desk and started to think how you would escape. Yuta’s bodyguards were outside your house everywhere.
You’d come up with a plan anytime soon.
Later that day, you were finally able to reach Donghyuck. He was at his place, still recovering from the broken rib but he’ll come back as soon as the sedative was out of his system. You assured him you wanted him in your life and Yuta was not going to be an obstacle to be together.
At night, Yuta visited you again but you refused to leave your room and he gave up leaving. By 10:30 you left your bed and it didn't creak, and when you put your feet on the floor it didn't squeak. You mentally congratulated yourself on the new accomplishment and tiptoed to the door, grabbing his classic black cap on the way out. You went to Donghyuck’s bedroom and you thanked your mom for loving balconies and forcing you to have one in your guest’s bedroom.
With a quick glance to the yard, you climbed down out the balcony, keeping a steady eye on the guard standing next to the yard door. You had never felt so heavy as you slowly moved past, your body barely moving as your feet carried you carefully by. After safely making it out past there, you went to the back door that connected with one of your neighbour Jungwoo
You weren't exactly best friends with him but he wouldn't mind if you used his door. As you got out of his house, you saw a bright light in front of you. You covered your eyes with your arm and squinted your eyes trying to know who was on it. A man dressed in all back wearing a helmet walked to you and you gulped. Was he one of Yuta's men?
The man took off the helmet and you were suddenly breathless. It was Donghyuck. You inhaled deeply and jumped to his arms hugging him tightly. He whined placing a hand on his ribs but hugged you tight with his other arm. "Oh, my God. I'm sorry," you got away from him quickly. "What are you doing here?"
"I knew you would try to sneak out somehow," he told you and cupped your cheek with one hand. "Are you going to see Doyoung?"
"H-how did you know?" You looked at him.
"I just knew he would reach out to you." Donghyuck looked at you. "C'mon, I'll take you there."
When you got the abandoned building, Donghyuck and you went to the roof waiting for Doyoung to show up. You crossed your arms against your chest and sighed. "Do you think he's behind this?"
Donghyuck shook his head. "No."
"Then who?" You looked at him.
Donghyuck remained quiet and admired the city from top. He was going to tell you, but he wasn't ready to watch you break.
"I told you to come alone, (Y/N)." Doyoung reminded you, walking behind you.
You turned and sighed. "I couldn't. Sorry."
"It's okay. I trust him anyways, don't I?" Doyoung glanced at Donghyuck, who just made eye contact with him for a couple of seconds. "Whatever, I'm glad you made it. I heard you were attacked this morning."
You nodded and tugged your hands in the back pockets of your jeans. "Doyoung?"
He hummed without stopping looking at you. You bit your lip, almost trembling and looked at him again. Doyoung frowned. "You think I did it."
"I-I d-don't," you stuttered.
"Do I have reasons to kill you?" Doyoung raised an eyebrow, looking at you.
"Well..." you sighed nervously. "I might have said something I shouldn't have."
"I know." He fixed the sleeves of his suit jacket.
You furrowed your eyebrows. "What?"
"I have people working for me in the government, (Y/N). Of course I'd knew if you would open your mouth."
"But no, I'm not the one behind this. My men slit throats, they don't shoot people. And well, do you see them going after your throat?"
You shook your head. "I'm not gonna lie, I'm a bit disappointed because I like you. You seem like a good woman but I don't like when they open their mouths to shit on me."
"Doyoung, I-"
"Let me finish." He stood in front of you and leaned closer to you. "Were you really going to turn me in?"
You gulped again. Doyoung somehow cornered you against the wall and Donghyuck grabbed his arm tightly. "Don't."
Doyoung glanced at him and a little smirk appeared on his lips. "I didn't believe it when I heard it."
You were confused. Did they know each other?
"I won't turn you in. They needed information and I gave them some, but I would never. Please believe me." You looked at Doyoung.
Doyoung returned his attention to you and smiled. "Why should I believe you?"
"Because I'll make sure of it," Donghyuck spoke first and glanced at you quickly. "Right?"
You nodded rapidly and Doyoung squinted his eyes not breaking eye contact with you. "Fine. And (Y/N)? There won't be a next time. If something like this happens again I'll be the one who slit your throat."
"Now leave before I change my mind and slit both of your throats."
Donghyuck grabbed your hand and left the roof going downstairs. He was walking at a fast pace and you have to almost run to follow his pace. Before getting on the bike, you stood up in front of him. “You know him.” You affirmed.
Donghyuck just sighed and looked at you. “I’ll tell you whatever you need to know, but not now. Get on the bike.”
“I can’t go back to my house. Yuta is being a pain in the ass treating me as if I were some damsel in distress and I can’t take it anymore.”
“You’re not going to your house. You’re going to mine,” Donghyuck kissed you and the feeling that kiss gave you was everything. “I love you, (Y/N).”
You smiled against his lips, feeling the weight of his words sink in, but in a good way. And you were so happy he felt the same way. “I love you, too.”
You two arrived at his apartment and you were surprised by a not that tall man with black hair. He greeted you and introduced himself as Jeno and Donghyuck’s best friend. Jeno was nice and decided to give some privacy excusing himself to his bedroom.
Donghyuck walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge door. “Wanna drink something? Water? Beer? Apple juice?”
“I’m good, thanks,” you said, taking a look at Donghyuck's living room. You noticed the floor was paved with wooden floor and the wall was paved with white bricks. That color made the room bigger. It had a big window facing the street and it had light grey curtains. There was a black sofa with a white glass coffee table. They were very suitable for each other. The living room also had a black TV which was on a square cabinet, some art paintings on the wall and a large white shelf, and on it, there were three frames; a photo of Donghyuck holding a baby.
He walked to you and leaned against the wall in front of you. "Her name is Jiwoo. She's my niece."
You smiled. "Is it the same girl from all these photos?"
"Yeah," he smirked, still leaning against the wall, "she grew up so fast."
"Do you visit her often?" You asked, placing the portrait on its place again.
"Not anymore. My sister decided to move to Jeju and I try to visit as much as I can, but sometimes work won't let me."
"I'm sorry."
"Why?" He frowned.
"You hadn't even been to your place in days because of me," you sighed. "You should take a break and go visit them."
"I'm not leaving you alone during this time." Donghyuck cupped both of your cheeks in his hands and looked into your eyes. "When all of this is over I'm gonna take you so you can meet them."
Your face lighted up with a smile and put your arms around his waist. "You will?"
"It's a promise," he gave you a peck on the nose. "They're gonna love you."
“I’m looking forward to it then,” you smirked and caressed his lower lip with your thumb. “Can we go to bed? I’m exhausted and you need to rest.”
He nodded and kissed you. “Please promise me you won’t stop loving me. Ever.”
You kissed him back, pressing your body against his. “I love you. Forever.”
“Hyuck?” you called, after a pause on chopping some vegetables. “Are you even listening?”
He blinked and shifted his weight to his other foot. He wasn’t.
“I’m sorry, what? I keep getting lost in your eyes.” Donghyuck smiled.
There was a pause in which he could feel you looking at him. And then you relaxed, smiling. “Did I say that out loud?”
You blushed almost up to your ears, causing him to chuckle softly as he passed his fingers over his hair.
“Yes, you did,“ you said, still blushed. Puffing up your cheeks in a bit of a pout you huffed at him. “You just wanted an excuse to make me blush, didn’t you?”
“In fact, the cheek-coloring reaction is a universal human response to social attention. The veins in the face dilate, causing more blood to flow into your cheeks..." Jeno interrupted your moment entering the kitchen. "Sorry, folks, but I'm starving."
You laughed and went back to chop the vegetables. "I'm making Mongolian chicken if you want."
"No idea what's that but it sounds good," Jeno sat next to Donghyuck and winked at him. "So, are you two dating?"
Donghyuck cleared his throat and fixed his shirt. You shrugged, taking the chicken breast out of the fridge. "We fuck and tell each other 'I love you', is that dating?" You looked at Donghyuck.
"You haven't asked her to be your girlfriend?!" Jeno stared at him.
"I'm planning to!" Donghyuck groaned. "Go away, Jeno."
You giggled. "I don't mind, really. We don't have to level it up or whatever."
"Now she's nice. You better keep her." Jeno said.
"If you don't shut up she won't feed you," Donghyuck warned him.
“Why are you sweating, Donghyuck? Are you nervous?” Jeno mocked him.
“Shut up, Jeno!” Donghyuck pushed him.
“Break it up, boys, or neither of you will eat,” you warned them.
After you three finished eating, Jeno went out leaving you two alone again. Donghyuck dragged you with him to the grey couch in the living room and surrounded you with his arms. You could tell he wanted to tell you something, but something was holding him back. You rest your head in the space between his shoulder and his neck and give him a few pecks there. "You know you can talk to me, right?"
"I know," he whispered. "But I'm scared I'm gonna lose you."
"You won't," You looked at him. "Donghyuck? What 's going on?"
Donghyuck sighed and sat up on the couch. "I've been lying to you."
“What do you mean?” You frowned.
“I was hired to kill you.”
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Assassin!HaechanxAFAB!Reader
The reader isn’t a woman but they are afab because I do mention the reader getting pregnant in the story. It’s still gender neutral though but mostly for afab folks
Soooo, I’m huge thot for Assassin’s Creed and I’ve been watching no commentary walkthroughs of the games again and I got an idea to write this drabble ^^
Putting this out there, but I might write about all of the other members in Assassin’s Creed au scenarios so yeah, that’s it for my rambling, enjoy!
You looked glanced behind you before looking back in forward, the cool air hitting your face.
You tightened the shawl that you wore around your head as the gondola got closer to the island.
Once it stopped in front of the island, you thanked the gondolier before getting off of the boat and walking to the garden to meet your lover.
When the garden was in sight, you picked up your pace.
Once you entered, you looked around, frowning slightly as it seemed as though you were the only one in the garden.
“You look beautiful 애인 (sweetheart).” you heard a voice say.
You looked up and saw Donghyuck sitting in a tree.
He jumped down, removing his hood, showing his handsome face that was illuminated by the moonlight.
Your heart jumped as he walked to you, grabbed you hands and kissed it.
Donghyuck’s eyes was filled with so much affection for you, you truly felt lucky to be the apple of his eye, especially considering you use to the hate the man when you first met him.
It was his cockiness that made you dislike him at first.
He knew he was handsome, intelligent, and an greatly skilled Assassin and it showed in the way how he carried himself.
At first, you two would argue, usually Donghyuck annoying you and you biting back at him.
He didn’t want to admit to you that he found you putting him in his place very attractive. He really loved someone who could put his cocky attitude in check.
It was because of that that Donghyuck started showing you more of his softer side, telling you stories about the different countries he’s been to, pointing out the stars in the night sky and telling you every detail about them, telling you secrets about civilizations that came before you.
You were a librarian who assisted the Assassins. It was apart of your family’s heritage. Your father did it, his father did it, and so on.
You would usually watch Donghyuck as he studied books, trying to piece together clues to find the apple.
He always looked so handsome when he was focused… and quiet.
As you two sat down on a bench looking out into the waterway, you sighed as he cupped your cheek.
“I’m going to be leaving tomorrow.” he said, his eyes filled with sadness.
“I know.” you told him with a sad smile.
Donghyuck only came to Venice to learn more about the apple and to train under Assassins who had different fighting skills.
He wanted to become stronger because his main mission was a mission of revenge.
To kill the Templar who murdered his father.
You didn’t want him to leave. In fact, just the thought of him leaving scared you because who knows what would happened to him.
Would he get captured?
Die?
When you thought of the things that could happen to him, your stomach would churn.
“Will I ever see you again?” you asked him, afraid of his answer.
A playful grin grew on his lips.
“Once I’m done with my mission, I’m coming back for you 여보 (darling).”
You smiled at him, leaning in for a kiss that he reciprocated.
He bit your lip and you moaned, parting your lips and letting his tongue explore mouth.
You two would kiss yes but you’d never got this passionate before.
I guess with knowing that you two wouldn’t see each other for some time made you two a bit more desperate for each other.
You wanted Donghyuck and he wanted you as well and as you pulled away, your hand on his clothed chest, you thought for a bit.
If you gave yourself to Donghyuck, what would that mean?
You knew he loved you deeply and you loved him back as well, I mean, you entertained the thought of having his child. But you both knew that the life of an Assassin wasn’t promised a life of love or even a family and as much as you loved Donghyuck, you couldn’t help but think that eventually he’ll fall out of love with you and move on to the next person.
“Make love to me.” he whispered to you, his voice soft and warm, his eyes filled with a love that you’ve never seen held in someones’ eyes and it was all for you.
Though those fears of being forgotten by your lover terrified you, it didn’t override the need of him as you nodded your head, his soft plump lips catching yours into a passionate kiss, you threw cation to the wind and enjoyed the last moment you had with him.
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poison ☆⋆ ୨ৎ ⋆☆
lee haechan x male reader (nsfw)
in which haechan is a rookie actor starring beside you in his breakout role.
there are tears streaming down donghyuck's face. tears that leave tracks down his rosy cheeks, dragging the eye makeup that was touched up not too long ago.
it's hard to look him in the eyes. to play your part opposite him as he stares up at you from his position--thighs spilling out of his shorts as he kneels on fake grass. but he isn't nct's lee haechan right now. he's not even rookie actor lee donghyuck--starring as the second lead in his first official role--no. now played his character as you played yours.
you remember it's just an act. just a game. just a role. just a little longer before you can leave the villain behind you.
"i wish i cared about your tears." your fingers find their way onto donghyuck's face. the flash of surprise in his eyes gone as quickly as it came as you deviated from the script. your thumb rests on his right cheek--with your index and middle finger just under the left side of his jaw. you move his head up to keep facing you, bringing your eyebrows in to feign innocence. "but i just don't."
"cut!" it takes you longer than a second to retract your hand from donghyuck's tear-stained face. he is still watching you with curious eyes, tears halting as soon as the director walked towards the two of you. "that's a wrap for today guys. we'll look over the footage and see if we need to reshoot any of the scenes. personally, i think we got it done." he turns his full attention to you, mouth in a wide grin when he places his hand on your shoulder, "(y/n), amazing job on adding to the character. it gave us chills. feel free to improvise more on the character whenever it feels necessary."
finally, he looks down at donghyuck--who is still in the kneeling position you left him in. his face is unreadable under the production lights. "haechan, you're really going places. we made the right choice with you."
leaving the role behind is hard. even as you rest your head on the white vanity they provided in your dressing room. it's quiet in here. the mood lighting providing you with a sense of ease--something the lights on set could never do. there's a plethora of fan letters that stick to the wall you're facing, the words of affirmation you could make out livening your mood significantly.
you let your eyes close for a moment, relishing in the static that is provided behind your eyelids. you don't intend on dozing off. not as you sit at the edge of your cushioned chair with your back arched. but you let your mind take you back to the set. back to just half an hour ago when haechan was staring up at you with wide brown eyes and blood stained lips. you can picture the bare skin of his thighs, sun kissed and infested with moles. so close that you could reach out and touch them but so far away.
your state between consciousness and unconsciousness has you miss the knock on your door. it has you miss the way donghyuck turns the doorknob slowly to peek behind it. he calls your name once or twice before he walks in carefully.
"y/n." he stops next to your chair, admiring the way your hair fans out on top of your vanity desk. he's relieved you're facing away from the door. taking the time to really take all of you in. he's grown used to this. admiring you from afar. you weren't an easy person to get close to on set--being his senior in the field. you were an intimidating person to speak to in and out of your role, something donghyuck was attracted to the most. your confidence in your talent inspired him. but it doesn't stop him from tapping your right shoulder, behind his knees so that his head was level with yours as you stirred. "hey. i'm sorry for inviting myself in but we're going out for drinks, would you want to join?"
you turn your head to face him, startled by how close he was to you. the nearness has you sit up immediately, rubbing at your eyes as you readjust to the light again.
"count me in, donghyuck."
"just hyuck is fine."
you pay your drink no mind. not as you sit comfortably with your back pressed against the faux leather of the booth. you're too busy watching donghyuck socialize with the cast.
even outside of hair and makeup, donghyuck glows. his bare skin stands out even in the restaurant's dim lighting. the moles previously hidden by a concealer too light for his face now more pronounced. you watch his dainty hands dance up and down jinyoung's arms and shoulders as they laugh together.
you circle a finger on the rim of your glass, wondering where the two of you went wrong in getting to know each other more intimately. the first read through of the script with the two of you went phenomenally--even the chemistry on set was praised by cast and crew.
he was one of the reasons it was hard for you to readjust back to reality after certain scenes. his acting was too believable. however, outside of the filming, getting to know him was hard. nothing but niceties exchanged. he made small talk between the two of you impossible. conversations were cut short in order to keep your dignity intact--too scared to stumble over words as he stared at you with inviting eyes and pouty lips.
you can only take so much of his well manicured nails on jinyoung before you excuse yourself, squeezing between jiwoo and the table.
the restroom lighting is nothing more than a few fixtures next to the mirrors. you place your hands on the sink, bowing your head to avoid facing your own reflection. this feeling was unjustifiable. unreasonable. you barely knew anything about donghyuck, you didn't have the right to feel any jealousy towards anyone that had the pleasure of receiving his affection.
"y/n!" donghyuck's voice snatches you away from your thoughts, his cheery voice masking the sound of him locking the door to the restroom. "you disappeared, sunbaenim~ are you secretly a lightweight?"
you watch him through the mirrors. his leather jacket from earlier gone, with bare arms on full display as he sports a sleeveless white shirt. your heartbeat quickens. his teasing tone causing you to turn and face him, leaning back against the cool sink. this is the first time he's spared you a glance since you got here. his cheeks flushed with the influence of the alcohol he's been sipping all night.
he places his hands on your chest, staring up at you through his eyelashes. you bring your hands dangerously close to his hips, keeping him balanced upright as he balls his fists against your shirt. "why don't you pay any attention to me, sunbae?"
donghyuck's presence alone is intoxicating. providing you with a certain dizziness that no alcohol in the world could amount to. he causes your mind to blank--all sensibility thrown out of the window as his hooded eyes stare only at your parted lips. you lick them subconsciously, watching as he swallows nervously in return.
you grab his jaw like you did on set, worried that your nerves make it all the way down to your fingertips but you pay it no mind. not as you bring him closer to your face, now only centimeters apart. you're too scared to look him in his eyes, your gaze falling on his lips.
you bring your fingers to touch his bottom lip, parting it at the center, "hyuck, can i kiss y-"
he doesn't let you finish your sentence. barely giving you enough time to react by removing your hand from his lips. you bring it to the back of his head as he crashes his lips on yours. his nose poking at your cheek as he turns his head, drinking you in as if you were a glass of water he reached for in the middle of the night. he presses your body against the sink, the edge of the marble digging into your back as he towers over you.
it's uncomfortable.
your shirt rides up, with donghyuck's cold hands running up and down your torso. you want him to keep his hands on you, to keep his weight on you and think of only you. but he's getting impatient. his kisses only getting sloppier as he brings his hands down to your waist line. it's dangerous.
"hyuck-" you pull away first, taking in deep breaths to catch your breath but donghyuck doesn't let you go. he latches onto your neck, kissing and biting the same spot over and over. you bite your lip to suppress a moan, looking towards the door in fear of someone hearing you--or worse--walking in. "hyuck someone can walk in-"
"i locked the door." his voice vibrates against your skin as he finds another section to latch onto. his tongue tracing over a spot where your neck ends and your clavicle begins.
his confession doesn't ease you. you wonder instead just how long he was planning on doing this with you. the moment he walked into the restroom? or when he had his hands on jinyoung sitting across the table from you? or was it when he invited you out with the rest of the crew?
his hands reach the top of your thighs finally and you feel your pants tighten. but you don't give him the satisfaction. instead, you grab his wrists, standing upright as you guide him to the nearest wall. he is reluctant to giving you the control you've been fighting for from the start. he is starved from touching--from kissing--from biting at your skin as you hold him in place, showcasing your full height. you have him with his back to the wall, arms pinned up above his head with both wrists locked in one of your hands.
"y/n~" he's whiny. yearning for more as he tries--and fails--to break from your hold. but it's only making him hotter. the struggle. the fight for who was really in charge. "please."
there are many things about donghyuck that almost make you give in. to give him exactly what he wants. from his swollen lips to his slightly damp hair that produces small waves in contrast to his previously pin-straight hair. but you don't give him the satisfaction. not as he flaunts his tan arms in front of you. you lean in, a hint of your lips brushing against the bottom of his ear. he halts what he is doing, letting his body lean against the wall.
"not here, donghyuck."
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FALLOUT |LH| NINE
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PAIRING: donghyuck x reader bodyguard!donghyuck
WARNINGS: mentions of jeno taeyong. swearing, smut (oral sex f and m receiving), unprotected sex
WORD COUNT: 4k
Donghyuck straightened his bowtie one more time, a minute adjustment that probably had no impact on his overall appearance but was certainly a banal enough tick to let slide. He actually didn’t mind wearing suits, but that morning it was horribly awkward.
There he was, standing next to his lawyer in the courtroom waiting for the judge to finish reading his case file. He couldn't stop sighing and looking everywhere but you.
But he knew something, if he ended up going to jail you would never see him again and he'd make sure of that. Donghyuck didn't want you to go through that. You deserved so much more than that.
After a few minutes, Donghyuck got back to his cell because the judge didn't have a verdict yet and had an upcoming case.
He had been sitting on the bench inside his cell and rolled the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows. He was definitely going to a federal prison. Some part of his consciousness registered a knock at his cell door. Blinking away the last of the mediation, he saw Jeno and his lawyer. A guard opened the door so they could get in.
"So?" Donghyuck looked at both men.
"I have great news and bad news," his lawyer stated.
"Fuck, I'm going to a federal prison, aren't I?" Donghyuck sighed.
“Excuse me, but you’re talking to the best lawyer in this city,” the tall man snorted. “I am offended.”
Donghyuck cocked an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
“You’re not going to a federal prison, but home. House arrest,” Jeno stated.
“Oh…” Donghyuck nodded.
(...)
House arrest was not exactly what he had in mind, but it was better than going to a federal prison.
You had glared at the police escort that brought Donghyuck home. The guards had cuffed him roughly as he got out of the truck because all of these small-minded rent-a-cops wanted to prove they were tough shit for keeping him in line.
They’d left him with an electronic tracking anklet. Nothing particularly high tech and he was sure that he could get the damn thing off in five minutes if he wanted. But he knew there’d be a revolving roster of national security agents posted around your property, waiting for him to try something like that.
With their job done, the guards didn’t stick around. The truck tore up the lawn as they swung around and accelerated back down the driveway. Your arms had wrapped around him as you helped him towards the house.
“The electronic tracking anklet suits you very well,” you joked.
Donghycuk snorted a laugh. "Right? I look smashighly hot."
You smiled. "Are you hungry?"
"I'm actually exhausted," he sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Do you mind if I take a shower first?"
"Not all," you pecked him in the lips, "and this is your house too, Donghyuck."
"I can't believe I had to get house arrest in order for you to ask me to move in," Donghyck shook his head.
"Oh, shut up," you giggled. "You practiclally lived here anyways."
Donghyuck smirked and pulled you towards him. "Thank you for everything."
"You don't need to thank me," you placed your hands on his chest. "I love you."
"I love you." Donghyuck kissed your temple and rested his chin on top of your head.
A few months had passed since then and Donghyuck was getting used to be all day inside the house, or the yard. Jeno visited him every now and then, always bringing him his favorite snacks.
One night, Jeno brought Donghyuck some beer and spicy wings so they could catch up. Sitting on the back porch with a beer, Jeno finished his plate of spicy wings and glanced at Donghyuck's plate, whose was still food. "I thought you were starving."
"Have you heard from (Y/N)'s dad?" Donghyuck queried.
Jeno shook his head. "I think he just ran away and I don't think he comes back."
Donghyuck's index finger stroked his chin thoughtfully. "It's just... it doesn't make sense, you know?"
"What doesn't make sense?" Jeno furrowed and looked at him. "You know something."
"I don't, I wish tho," Donghyuck sighed. "That man is... evil. I saw it in his eyes, and I just know he's not going to vanish just like that."
"Maybe he did." Jeno shrugged. "He emptied all of his bank accountns and no one has heard or seen him."
"A man of his caliber would not disappear without a plan." Donghyuck tilted his head to the side. "Whatever he's planning, I'll be ready. I won't let him to hurt or get near (Y/N)."
"As long as you don't leave the property..." Jeno giggled.
"Shut up, Jeno." Donghyuck laughed. "God, 6 more months and I'll be free."
"Poor (Y/N) standing your ass all day." Jeno had a sip of his beer. "You're not very easy to stand."
"She loves me," Donghyuck smirked.
"Yeah, I don't get why," Jeno chuckled.
"Neither do I," Donghyuck replied. "But I'm gonna marry her."
(...)
“Oh wow, you look gorgeous.” Donghyuck sounded breathless as he drank in the sight of his girlfriend, standing in front of him wearing a short long sleve black velvet dress. You smiled with pride.
“I know, and you look handsome.” You mumbled, leaning in to give him lips a lingering kiss.
“Only for you, baby.” Donghyuck said easily, returning the kiss just as gently. “You ready to have our valentines day dinner in the porch?” he asked, lacing his fingers with yours after pulling away.
"Very," you smiled.
After having the most romantic dinner in the porch of your house, you and Donghycuk went back inside the house.
“I’ll be right back.” You said, learning over and pecking his lips. He smiled at you and you felt your heart flutter in response.
You walked into the walk-in bathroom and closed the door behind you. You took off your black dress and folded it. You took a glance in the bathroom mirror, able to see the central section of your body, and nodded to yourself. The pink lingerie set made you look so hot.
You left on your nude heels to match the outfit and fairly satisfied, you left the bathroom and walked back towards the bedroom.
Donghyuck was slouched on the bed, his head half on the head board and halfway on his blue pillow. He was reading something on his phone when you entered and it took him a few seconds to register what he was seeing, his eyes widening as he gazed up at you. You smiled as you closed the bedroom door behind you and took a step into the room. He quickly placed his phone on the bedside table and sat up on the sheets, scrambling to prop himself up against the headboard. His mouth was parted.
“What do you think?” You asked, taking another step closer.
He grinned in reponse, his smile wide and toothy, causing his eyes to crinkle adorably at the corners. You couldn’t help but blush in response to this reaction. His expression soon became more lustful as you walked around the side of the bed, deliberately slowly, taking in his reaction. His eyes roamed over your body, from your breasts to your thighs to your stockinged heels. His smile remained as you reached his side of the bed and stood beside him.
“What is this for?” He asked, his voice full of joy.
You shrugged. “I just thought you deserved something nice on Valentine's Day.”
His smile was soon replaced by an expression of pleasure as you climbed onto the bed slowly, straddling his hips. His hands automatically moved to your hips and upper thighs as you rested your body against him, having to part your legs wide to reach around his thick thighs. You let out a small moan as you felt your clit brush the bulge in his jeans. He gasped in reponse and rubbed the small section of visable skin between your suspenders and garter belt.
“You look amazing...” He gasped as you leaned down and kissed him passionately. Your mouths opened against each other and you felt the desire in his lips. His hands roamed from your thighs to your back as he pulled you closer, gasping into your mouth as your weight shifted on his lap, your covered cunt brushing his cock, already rock hard. You smiled against his lips and felt his large palms move once more to your thighs, hooking his index fingers around the small strap which attached the suspenders to the belt around your waist. You could tell he was restless by the way his hands moved over your body, unable to be still for more than a few moments at a time.
Your lips parted and he moved his head down to your chest, kissing desperately along the visable flesh of your cleevage, above your bra before moving upwards to capture your lips once more. You reached downwards, between your bodies and trailed your index finger slowly along the length of his cock, through his jeans. He gasped and spluttered into your mouth, breaking your kiss to suck wetly at the side of your neck. You were already soaking through your pink panties.
“Do you want me to take them off?” You asked, moving your palm to his thigh and rubbing the fabric there a few times. He nodded in response and your hands moved to the row of metal buttons along his crotch. His eyes stayed on your hands, watching you carefully as you tugged his jeans down to his knees, revealing his black boxer shorts and the outline of his cock beneath. You tugged his t-shirt up a little to reveal his bellybutton before returning to his length, brushing him gently with your fingertips. His mouth parted in a tight O shape as you trailed your hand along him delicately, through his underwear.
He gasped, suddenly. “I think I’m going to...” Too late, you realised that the combination of you visually teasing him with your underwear and sexually teasing him had caused him to lose control. You snapped your hand away, moving upwards to his visable lower stomach, but could see that it had made no difference. He let out a low, frustrated moan as he spilled himself, dampening his boxer shorts, his neck snapping back in both pleasure and embarrassment. Feeling sorry for him, you moved your palm back to his crotch and squeezed him gently through his underwear, helping him milk out the last of his orgasm from his twitching cock. His breath was heavy and his face flushed. It took him a few seconds to calm himself down enough to speak.
"I’m so sorry...” His voice sounded so sad.
“It’s okay Hyuck," you smiled. "The night is still young."
His hand had moved to his forehead, covering half of his face in shame. You slowly moved towards him and pulled his palm away, raising it to your lips and kissing the knuckles on the back of his hand. “It happens sometimes. Don't be ashamed.” He finally met your gaze at the sound of your voice and his expression softened. Pushing forwards, you pressed your lips to his, gently at first but soon moving against him. The kiss was unrushed and building. When your tongues finally met, you felt yourself tingle once more in your panties and, as though sensing this, his hands moved up to your covered breasts, cupping the flesh there firmly in his palms. You moaned into his mouth and he pulled away to look down your body once more, as though only just remembering what you were wearing and how much pleasure it had given him.
Suddenly, his hands moved down to your bare arse cheeks and squeezed them roughly before giving you a little spank. You gave a little squeal of delight as he hooked his fingers under the thin straps of your suspenders and unclipped them from your stockings before moving to your panties, pulling them down a little roughly over your thighs and covered legs. Bemused, you allowed him to slip them over your feet and watched as he disgarded them on the floor.
“What are you doing?” You grinned as he rubbed your hips and pushed you down into the bedsheets. You complied easily as his lips met yours briefly from above.
“Making you feel good...” He pulled away and pushed your legs apart by the thighs, his fingers pressing against the thin material of your stockings. You felt the warm air of the room hit your wet pussy as the movement uncovered your it. He licked his lips and you felt your clit tingle in response as he crawled down your body and pressed his tongue against you confidently. You gasped as he ran his tongue along your slit, from your opening to your clit, making you shudder in pleasure. You couldn’t help but find yourself wondering what had caused this change in confidence.
“Do you like that?” He asked in a low voice, briefly moving away to gaze up at you from between your parted thighs. You groaned in reponse and saw him flash you a grin before moving back in. “Tell me what you want, love...” He moaned against your pussy as he kissed along the delicate pink skin between your opening and bud. You moved your right hand to the back of his head and ran your fingers through his soft, black hair.
“My clit...” You sighed, moving your other hand to gently touch the nub with your fingers, drawing his attention to it as he pulled away to watch. “Kiss it.”
You moved your hand back to join the other one on the back of his head and gasped as he placed a a few firm pecks on your clit, keeping his lips closed for a few moments before opening them against it, capturing it in his wet mouth and sucking with a moderate amount of pressure. You couldn’t help but be loud as he pleasured you perfectly. You moved your hands from his head to your breasts and tugged down the black cups of your bra, freeing your nipples. You pinched them between your thumb and index finger as you felt Donghyuck press his tongue against you, flicking it quickly.
“Keep doing that...” You instructed, allowing yourself to move your hips a little against him. “Oh shit, it feels amazing...” You felt him smile against you as he pulled away to get a little breath before moving back in.
Eventually, you felt your body begin to heat up. The bedroom was already warm and both of you glistened with sweat. He had briefly stopped his movement half way through to remove his white shirt, and now you saw the sheen on his tanned shoulders and the perspiration on his brow.
“I’m so close...don’t you fucking dare stop what you are doing Donghyuck...” You gasped, barely aware of what you were saying. He complied, keeping his mouth open wide against your clit as his tongue firmly massaged it. “Oh fuck fuck...” You grasped your breast harder and threw your head back. Donghyuck had his fingers hooked under the pink, lacy belt at the top of your stockings and you knew that there would be marks later left by the pressure of his fingers.
“Oh god...keep doing that...don’t fucking stop...” Your voice rang out around the room as you felt yourself boiling over. The change in pace as he licked your clit caused you to finally reach your high. Your hips snapped as you felt an intense pleasure ripple through your body. He kept up the pace, pressing the tip of his tongue against you as you let out a series of small, whimpery moans.
Finally, you felt your body relax as a wave of contentment and exhaustion washed over you. His pace had naturally slowed, sensing that you had reached your climax, but he refused to stop his motion completely until you stopped him, determined to make you feel as good for as long as he possibly could.
“Fuck...that was so good.” You moaned, hardly able to believe how good it had been yourself. His smile was delightful and you felt your stomach flutter as he nestled himself next to you.
Donghyuck smirked at you and you brushed a strand of hair from his forehead and stroked his cheek. His eyes roamed down to your breasts, visable above your bra. He bent down and captured a nipple between his lips, briefly kissing it before pulling away. You looked down at his boxer shorts and observed that he was hard again. Grinning, you pressed your palm against his cock. He moaned softly in response, briefly closing his eyes, his bashful smile never leaving his face.
“God, the way you look tonight is driving me insane.” His hand trailed down from your cheek to your thigh, brushing the back of his knuckles against the bare skin.
His hand slided along your thigh as your legs wrapped around his waist, his hips pressing firmly into yours. You slided your fingers beneath his collar to run your hands down his back, seeking better traction, the sensation of his damp muscles compounding on the brush of silk across your arms. Between the elusive texture of the fabric around you and his sweat-slicked, tense muscles. The clutching of your fingertips and digging of your nails into the broadness of his shoulders urged him to welcome his warm embrace.
Sliding his length along your folds, the glide coursing waves of bliss through both of you. The head of his cock repeatedly presses into your clit at an even, steady pace that has you floating and whining. “Hyuck, please, more.” He removed himself from the crook of your neck to look you straight in the eyes, sincerity and devotion adorning his features. The intent of his gaze was an inquiry, verifying that you are truly his and that the sight before his eyes of your flushed cheeks, cascading hair, and begging mouth is truly real.
“Hyuck,” at the needy tone of your voice, his cock grinded against your folds again, “Hyuck, I want you,” and again, “Please", “Hyu-” and your plea turned into a choked whimper as he pushed his head into your heat, agonizingly slowly. His breathing was labored, his arms flexed, his eyes fierce with determination. Your warmth and wetness surrounding him had him tense and quivering before he relinquishes his own self-control and began to pump into you with strong, sure strokes.
Tossing his head back, he lets out a high-pitched whine, his hair bouncing with movement, and you were inspired to grasp the strands of his bangs and pull them back. With furrowed eyebrows and spit-stained lips, he soundlessly mouthed out, “Feels so good,” and opened his eyes enough to take in your appearance before him, the visual of you open and desperate for him sending him higher. “I- I need you to look all f-fucked-out and pretty for me,” He stumbleb over his words as he tries to maintain control of the situation, but he’s slowly coming undone and his nerves start to sing. “Can you do that for me?" With each motive thrust, your grip in his hair clenched and he released short open-mouthed gasps.
Your hand sifted through his locks until you had a firm purchase on the meat of his jaw, turning his head to the side to murmur in his ear, "You fuck me so good.” Eyes opening in surprise, he attempted to turn back with an inquisitive look, hips stuttering, but you continued to hold his jaw in place. "No one ever fucked me this good." His vulnerable eyes glimmered as he soaked in every word. The sinful noises he released are in reaction to your words more than the felt of you surrounding him, the warm moist air between you cut by his high whimpers and whines.
He was so attractive like this, aggressively desperate, eagerly seeking his peak, instinctively grasping at your skin anywhere and everywhere he could. Your fucked-out expression and gasps for air had him craving release. As he approached his climax, his whines and cries become sharper, hoarser, louder. The bridge of his nose crinkled as he breathes through bared teeth, eyebrows furrowing in concentration and eyes shut tight. His body snapped as he drove out the ride of his orgasm, arms shaking with exertion and nose pressing into your cheek. As his cock throbbed with each shot of his cum, his whimpers and gasps were muffled into your temple, lips sliding along your ear.
Taking a moment to float back down to reality, he slowly pulled out and rolled next to you. Returning to your temple, he sank his nose into your hair and breathed in with deep shaking breaths, running his fingers through the messy locks and holding you closely. Your sweet scent calmed him into a state of serenity and his breathing evens. Lifting your eyes, you studied his expression in the dark: messy hair and bitten red lips.
"What are you thinking of?" You stroked his chest.
"You." His head propped up on one elbow, watching you with an uncharacteristically soft expression.
"And what are you thinking of?" You placed a kiss on his chest.
"I'm thinking I'm a lucky asshole," he ran a hand through your hair. "I can't believe you're real."
You hummed in response and then smiled looking at him. "You're so cheesy."
Donghyuck laughed. "This is what I get for expressing my feelings?"
"I'm kidding, baby." You pecked him. "I love you."
Donghyuck shook his head. "I love you more."
"Impossible," you clambered up, straddling him, watching his face twist in pleasure, teeth sinking into his bottom lip.
He smirked, placing his heads on your hips. "Then prove it."
The next morning, both of you were having breakfast. Donghyuck had made classic omelettes and sneaked some spinach in it.
"You know," Donghyuck spoke, "I was thinking on opening my own kendo academy."
"Really?" You glanced at him. "That'd be great!"
"You think? I mean, I'm qualified and I have to do work on something after the house arrest ends," he shrugged. "I have some money saved and it could be a great start off."
"You should do it," you nodded. "I'll suport yout in whatever you wanna do."
"I know," he kissed you. "thank you."
"And I will have to teach me first," you smirked.
"Deal."
(...)
There was a strange activity in the air on that morning. A meaningless date at the best of times and imbued only with the reverence of a deluded and delusional populace seeking light and meaning in a dark, meaningless world. Today, however, was special. Today, he was giving himself a treat. A birthday present.
"Sir?" Someone called him from the door. He tilted his head a bit to the right, humming. "the private jet is here."
He nodded and smiled, looking through the window. "I'll be there in 10."
"Leaving already? You came back a few days ago," said another male voice in the room.
He didn't even look at the person talking. "Duty calls."
"Please don't do anything stupid before I go," He grabbed his coat.
"When have I ever done such a thing?"
"Need me to remind you again?" He glanced him, pointing out the bruises on his face.
"No need, Taeyong. I'm fine." Your father stated.
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FALLOUT |LH| TWO
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PAIRING: donghyuck x reader bodyguard!donghyuck
WARNINGS: mentions of yuta. swearing, blood (i’ll let you know when there are parts with blood mentions), smut (let you know), violence, angst
WORD COUNT: 2,9K
ONE TWO THREE
It had been a week since Donghyuck was working as your personal bodyguard and things were apparently going well. The threats had stopped, but they didn't want to let their guard down in case something happened.
Donghyuck and you had got a little closer since they used to spend quite a lot of time together. One night, you left the office at one o'clock in the morning and after Donghyuck insisted you eat something, you ended up eating at a stall in a street in downtown Seoul.
You took the opportunity to get to know each other a little bit better and Donghyuck told you that he wanted to be a music producer and went to music school, but his father never approved it and had to devote himself to what he did.
On the other hand, you shared that you never thought of becoming a CEO. You always pictured yourself a baker and having a small bakery, but somehow you weren't a great baker. He found it very interesting how the tables turned.
On Wednesday, Donghyuck arrived earlier than normal and you extended your hand and shook his, greeting him, pleased to note how firm and strong his handshake was. Why did a handshake suddenly seem so much more evocative? You had shaken hundreds, thousands, of men’s hands and none, not even your ex-partners, had a touch that brought shivers to your spine like that.
Maybe that day wouldn’t be so bad after all. You thought.
You had been told that one of your negotiations had been called off and they notified you right after you arrived at their building. What a waste of time.
“Ma’am, I was wondering if we could discuss you using the underground entrance from now on?” Donghyuck inquired.
No, it was still a bad morning. With one question, the attractive bodyguard brought on you wrath and was anything but attractive to you anymore. How many times have you instructed the driver and the staff that you were going to continue to enter the Genesis Intelligence Headquarters.
And how many times did you need to remind Donghyuck to call you (Y/N), not “Ma’am“?
“I’m late for a meeting,” you snapped. You turned on your shoes and started towards the building.
As irritated as you were, you were still aware of the presence of the well-built Donghyuck a few steps behind you and caught a glimpse of him in the window’s reflection as you entered the building. Hmmm, you sighed. «Even if he does annoy me, he is still lovely to look at.»
In your irritation and your attempt to get back on schedule, you lost sight of Donghyuck for the next ninety minutes. The 9:30 meeting to which you were late did not go well. Again.
As you exited the meeting to take his 10:00 call, Lia approached you. “I’ve confirmed your slot with Lee Youngjoon for tomorrow, but Nakamoto Yuta wants to see you at 10:45 this morning, instead of 11:30. He insisted.”
You frowned. Yuta? You hadn't heard or seen him in a year and suddenly he wanted a meeting with you?
You glanced at your watch. It was just shy of 10:00. If you were lucky, you could take your call and still make it to 10:45.
“Why?” You demanded.
“I don’t know, but he was very persistent.” Lia came to the response.
“Fine. Make sure to update security on the change in plans,” You instructed Lia. “Thanks, Lia.”
Fifteen minutes later, while in the middle of your 10:00 call, Donghyuck knocked on her door. Oh right, him. He entered your office without waiting for your response. You glared at him as you put your call on hold.
“Ma’am, we need to be leaving for your meeting if you want to make it on time.”
“I’m afraid you have the time wrong. We have another fifteen minutes and I need to finish this call.”
“No, ma’am. We need to take an alternate route. If we don’t leave now, you’ll be late.”
You continued glaring at Donghyuck. “Why? What’s wrong with our regular route? I could walk there faster than what you’re proposing.”
“I don’t doubt that ma’am, but I would advise against it. It’s all for your safety, ma’am.”
It seemed unlikely that you would win on this one. You ended your call, gathered your things, and followed Donghyuck to the elevators, where he selected the basement level rather than the ground floor. You shook your head and sighed. Once the elevator stopped, Donghycuk led you through to the underground entrance, where your car was waiting.
“Donghyuck, this will be the first and only time you have me use the underground entrance, do you understand?“ Your tone was scathing.
Donghyuck nodded in silence and as he held open the car door for you, your hand accidentally brushed against his and you couldn’t help but catch a whiff of his cologne. You froze. For three seconds, the world stopped. You were distracted by how attractive Donghyuck was. You almost didn’t want to move. You wanted to be as close to him as possible, for as long as possible.
Your reverie was broken by the sound of a car horn somewhere else in the garage. You felt a rush of heat flood to your cheeks. You slid down into his seat as Donghyuck closed the car door, hoping that he hadn’t noticed any of this. That behaviour, those reactions, were completely out of character. Even after the car started moving, you couldn’t quite shake the feeling of butterflies in your stomach.
…
“You look as beautiful as usual, sweetheart,” Yuta greeted you planting a kiss on your cheek.
“It’s nice to see you, too,” you told him.
Yuta clicked his tongue, not sure what if he had done something wrong. “Come.” With that, you walked into his office,, leaving the door open. Donghyuck gave you a look and stood right in the door, turning his back on you.
“Since when do you have a dog following you around?” Yuta raised an eyebrow, sitting on his chair, eyeing Donghyuck. “I think I’ve seen him before.”
“He’s my bodyguard, not my dog,” you corrected him and sat in front of him. “And why don't you ask him?
Yuta shook his head. “Maybe he was someone else’s dog before you.”
You rolled your eyes. “Why did you want to see me?”
“Because I missed you.”
“Cut the crap.”
Yuta giggled. “You’re really having a bad day, huh? What happened?”
You sighed and relaxed on the chair. “The guy from Hong Kong called off the negotiation this morning and I was counting with that money for the new software we were going to launch next year. And he fucking called me right when I was outside the building!”
“I warned you about him, sweetie.”
“That’s the last thing I need right now, Yuta,” you glanced at him.
“I know, I’m sorry,” he nodded. “What if I invest in it?”
“You?” You looked at him. “Why would you do that? We’re literally direct competition.”
“We could launch it together. Right now your A.I is one of the best in the market, and I’m not gonna lie: I’m a bit jealous,” he admitted. “You combine tasks such as teaching self-driving cars to avoid accidents, assessing damage of a natural disaster, and detecting parking lot usage. This is all done through drone and satellite imagery.”
“Who in hell would've come up with that?” Yuta looked at you. “I can help you penetrate the Japanese market and get even bigger.”
You bite your lip. It’s true, during the last year you did everything to crack the Japanese market but failed and since Yuta’s company was a large and established company there, he could help you.
“You are really willing to negotiate with me?” You asked him.
He nodded. “I’ve known you for many years and I have followed your work. I’m pretty sure Genesis Intelligence could take over Industrial artificial intelligence.”
You stayed quiet for a couple of seconds and stood up walking around his office. “I need to think about it. You’re my friend and I don’t want business to screw things up.”
Yuta laughed and stood next to you placing a hand on your shoulder. “If sex didn’t screw things up neither will this.”
“Oh my, God. Shut up,” you hissed, looking to where Donghyuck was standing. He didn't even seem to move. You looked back at Yuta. “I’m gonna leave.”
Yuta chuckled and caressed your shoulders. “Stay, it’s been so long since we saw each other.”
You squint your eyes looking at him. “I’m not gonna fuck with you in your office.”
“I never said anything about fucking, but if you want me to bend you over my d-” You placed a hand on his mouth to stop him from talking and sighed.
“I’ll tell my assistant to call you so we can arrange a meeting soon with the rest of the staff,” you told him and grabbed your purse.
“I’m looking forward,” he smirked.
You nodded and started making your way out of the office when he called you. “(Y/N)?”
You turned around. “Yes?”
“Your ass looks incredibly hot today in those dress pants,” he smiled at you.
“Good afternoon, Yuta,” you said leaving his office.
Donghyuck started walking behind you, escorting you and didn’t understand why the comments Yuta made got him upset. Was he your boyfriend? Ex-boyfriend, perhaps? Your lover?
Why did he even care? It wasn't as if he was interested in you. He had a task he must comply with. Just another job. That's what this was supposed to be. He had done it dozens of times, killed someone for money, that is. He'd earned a reputation among others in his trade for being discreet, efficient, and the ability to make it look like an accident. He quite enjoyed it, too. It was an outlet for his creativity and frustration and he had a lot to be frustrated about.
You two were sharing the enclosed, confined space of a gaudy elevator. The metal around you was pristine, without a single smudge to be seen. Directly behind you, it seemed a ceiling to floor mirror was installed over the wall of the elevator... For what reason, Donghyuck sure. He wasn't much of an aestheticist anyway, prefered things to be plain or simple in design.
There was an awkward silence and you cursed Yuta’s building which had 25 floors. The ride was long.
“So… Mr. Nakamoto and you?” Donghyuck broke the silence. You looked at him, frowning. “Right, sorry. It’s none of my business.”
You scratched your forehead and then snickered leaning against the metal wall. “I’m guessing you heard our conversation. Sorry about that.”
“No, please. I apologise. Again, it’s none of my business, ma’am.”
“Yuta and I used to… be really good friends,” you looked at him. “That’s in the past, and it’s even more buried now that we’re gonna be partners. It wouldn't be ethical.”
Donghyuck nodded. “Got it, ma’am.”
You huffed and rolled your eyes. “You need to stop calling me ‘ma’am. I feel like a 50 year old woman.”
“Sorry ma’am, but you don't look anything like a 50 year old woman,” Dongyuck glanced at you.
Your overactive imagination can’t help but bring that off-handed comment to life inside your head. You smiled. "Thank you. So, will you stop calling me that?"
"No."
You sighed. "Please?"
Donghyuck laughed lightly. “You worry too much about that.”
“Yes,” You didn't deny it. “It's strange. You're only 2 years older than me and are ma'aming me everyday.”
Donghyuck smirked at the word you used. “You’re my boss. I’m just being professional.”
Your mouth opened to speak, but the elevator suddenly shook, the lights flicker, and you stumbled. Donghyuck reacted without hesitation, sidestepping to make sure that you fall into his chest instead of to your knees. The emergency light of the elevator turned on, and you two shared a glance at each other.
“Did it break?” A stupid question, you're sure.
Donghyuck hummed, stepping away from you and towards the elevator door before banging a fist against it. He checked the elevator buttons, then leaned back to glance up at the dial above the door - you're stuck between the sixth and fifth floor. Donghyuck pulled out his cellphone and groaned. "I have no signal."
You breathed a couple of times and looked at him. "Am I under attack? Am I gonna get killed here? Did someone plan this?!"
"Hey, hey," Donghyuck cupped your face with his hands and stared at you. "It's just a shut down. You're okay, nothing will happen to you as long as you're with me."
You nodded and closed your eyes trying to relax. Donghyuck's hands around your face felt like heaven; they were warm and soft. You opened your eyes again just to see a Donghyuck still staring at you. You could drown in that look. "Better?"
"Yeah, thank you," you whispered.
Donghyuck let go of your face and you hated the feeling of emptiness he left.
The bright lights flickered on and made you squint. You clapped your hands together cheerfully, turning to look at the dial over the door that begins to move again. “Oh, thank God!"
“Told you,” Donghyuck smiled at you. “Shall we?”
“Yeah.”
…
Your hands moved from his shoulders to the top button of his shirt. As you slowly unfastened button after button, your piercing eyes met his. Donghyuck thought he might come just from the intensity of your look and the feel of your fingers opening up his shirt. Donghyuck’s fingers grazed across your stomach and you shivered. Your hands moved around to Donghyuck's back, underneath his shirt. You pulled him closer to you, but not close enough that your lower halves touched. In fact, it appeared that he intentionally stopped their lower halves from touching. In one quick movement, you had Donghyuck shirtless. He barely registered when you started kissing his neck and then his chest with soft kisses. When your hands reached the top of his pants, you slipped them between the fabric and his skin. Grabbing the top of your ass, he finally pulled his lower half in contact with your lower half...
BEEP BEEP BEEP
Donghyuck awoke with a start. His breath erratic, his heart racing. It took him a few seconds to realize where he was and what was happening. Donghyuck looked around his room, around his bed. Both were empty, as always. It was a dream. Just a dream. You weren’t there.
He groaned when realised someone had woken up very ‘pleased’ that morning. Donghyuck ran a hand through his hair and got out of bed walking to the bathroom and taking care of his ‘problem’ and getting ready to go to work.
And that same night, you sat in the venue dressing room where you were about to make a speech, reviewing your notes. Donghyuck stood silent and still by the hallway door.
Lia entered the room, carrying several cups of coffee and a bag of food. It was about damn time. You had requested the coffee as soon as you got there; what had taken her so long? You had less than ten minutes to down the cup of decaf.
After having two sips of coffee, the venue manager called you so you could wait backstage since you would be on it in 5 minutes.
As the presenter made his little speech, you tried to crack your fingers for the third time in the day. You were nervous and Donghyuck noticed it. “If you keep trying to do that you’re gonna end up with no bones to crack for the rest of your life.”
“Huh?” You looked at him and then giggled. “Sorry, it’s just that… I’m nervous.”
“I never thought you were the nervous type when it came to speeches,” he said.
“It’s not about giving the speech, it's about who is here,” you sighed.
“And that is?” Donghyuck raised both eyebrows.
“My father.” You admitted.
“He 's here?”
You nodded and your eyes went to the crowd looking for him until you spotted him. “Do you see the man with the grey suit and a black tie, surrounded by 4 guards?”
Donghyuck’s eyes slyly followed yours and found the man you were talking about. He knew him from somewhere. He squinted to have a better look of his face and froze when he recognised. There was no way.
“... he technically is my father, but left my mom when I was a newborn and never came back. And 3 years ago he contacted me telling me he’s interested in my business but I have no plans to sell it or make a partnership by any means…”
Donghyuck was aware you were talking to him but he couldn’t stop looking at the man, or your father. Why would he want you dead? So he could take over your business? That was evil.
“Right?” You looked at him and shook your hand in front of him. “Donghyuck? Are you alright?”
“Yeah… yeah,” he shook his head and gave you a warm smile. “I was just… shocked to know he’s your father.”
“He’s a businessman with relations pretty much everywhere,” you said, “he’s so judgmental of my work but hasn’t even bothered to get to know me better. I guess he’s a natural dick.”
“He is… I mean, you’re great. He should feel lucky to have you, but he doesn’t appreciate that.” He looked at you. “You turned out great without him.”
“That’s what my mom says,” you beamed. “I should relax, what can he do to ruin me? Nothing.”
He gulped. Little did you know.
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