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Just Want To Talk PT. 2
Part 2 of this story: Part 1
Gojo Satoru
Gojo stood frozen in the middle of the room, his words echoing in his mind. The second the door slammed shut, regret hit him like a tidal wave. He sank onto the couch, running a trembling hand through his hair. He hadnât meant any of itânot a single word.
He waited an hour. Then two. But you didnât come back.
Panic set in as he grabbed his phone and dialed your number. It rang and rang, but you didnât pick up. He called again, and again, his desperation growing with each unanswered call.
Finally, he grabbed his coat and headed out, searching the city for you. When he found you sitting on a park bench, your face buried in your hands, relief washed over him. But when you looked up at him, your tear-streaked face broke his heart all over again.
âGo away, Satoru,â you said, your voice hoarse. âI donât want to hear any more of your excuses.â
He dropped to his knees in front of you, his usual arrogance nowhere to be seen. âI messed up,â he said, his voice trembling. âI didnât mean it, Y/N. Any of it. I was frustrated, and I took it out on you, and it was wrong. Youâre not a burden. Youâre the only thing keeping me sane.â
You stared at him, the pain in your chest battling with the sincerity in his voice. âYou made me feel worthless, Satoru. Like I didnât matter to you at all.â
His hands reached for yours, shaking as he held them. âYou matter more to me than anything. I just⌠I donât know how to do this. To let someone in like this. Iâm scared of losing you, and I messed up trying to protect myself.â
Your heart softened slightly at his words, but the pain was still there. âYou canât just push me away every time youâre scared.â
âI know,â he said, his voice breaking. âAnd Iâll spend every day proving to you that you matter to me. Please, Y/N, give me one more chance.â
You hesitated, but when he pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly, you let yourself lean into him, the warmth of his embrace finally melting the wall around your heart.
Geto Suguru
Hours passed before Suguru found you, sitting alone on the steps of the temple where youâd spent so many happy moments together. When he approached, you didnât look up.
âI thought you wouldnât come,â you said softly.
âI almost didnât,â he admitted, sitting beside you. âBut then I realized how much of an idiot Iâve been.â
You turned to him, your tear-streaked face filled with pain. âYou called me weak, Suguru. How am I supposed to forgive that?â
âI donât expect you to,â he said, his voice trembling. âBut I need you to know that I didnât mean it. Iâm scared, Y/N. Iâm scared of what Iâve become, and I pushed you away because I thought itâd be easier than letting you see me like this.â
âYou hurt me,â you said, your voice breaking.
âAnd Iâll spend the rest of my life making it up to you,â he replied, his voice filled with sincerity. âYouâre the only light I have left, Y/N. Please donât let me lose you.â
You hesitated, but as he reached for your hand, his grip gentle and desperate, you allowed yourself to believe him, leaning into his embrace as he held you tightly.
Nanami Kento
Nanami worked late into the night, the weight of his words gnawing at the back of his mind. He told himself heâd said what needed to be said, but as the hours passed, guilt began to creep in. When he finally went to bed, he found your side of the bed empty.
Panic set in as he searched the apartment, only to find you curled up on the couch, your face streaked with dried tears.
He crouched beside you, gently brushing a strand of hair from your face. âY/N,â he said softly, his voice filled with regret.
You stirred, your eyes fluttering open to meet his. âWhat are you doing here?â you asked, your voice still hoarse from crying. The exhaustion in your tone cut through him like a knife.
âI should be asking you that,â Nanami replied, his voice uncharacteristically soft. He sat beside you on the couch, looking at you with a mixture of guilt and sorrow. âI shouldnât have said what I said earlier. Iâve been so caught up in everything that I didnât even stop to think about how you were feeling.â
You stared at him for a long moment, the weight of his words lingering in the air between you. âYou told me I was overthinking, that I was being insecure. But Kento⌠itâs not insecurity. I just want to feel like I matter to you. Iâm not asking for you to drop everything for me, but⌠I need to know Iâm important too.â
Nanami let out a shaky breath, his fingers gently brushing your arm. âYou are important to me. Iâm just⌠bad at expressing it. Iâve always been this way, focused on work, trying to make sure everything is in order. But I realize now that Iâve been neglecting the one thing that matters most.â
You shifted slightly, meeting his gaze. âWhatâs that?â
âYou,â he whispered. âIâve been so focused on my responsibilities that Iâve been blind to what you need from me. Iâm sorry, Y/N. I was wrong, and I want to make it right. I donât want to lose you over my own shortcomings.â
Your heart softened at his admission, but the hurt was still there, lingering. âI need time, Kento. You canât just brush this off. You need to show me, not just tell me.â
He nodded, the sincerity in his eyes unmistakable. âI will. Iâll do whatever it takes to prove to you that I donât take you for granted.â
He pulled you into his arms, gently resting his chin on top of your head. âI know Iâve been distant. But I promise, Iâll try harder. I wonât let you feel this way again.â
The warmth of his embrace was comforting, but the scar from his words still burned deep inside you. You wanted to believe him. You wanted to trust that things could change.
For now, you let yourself rest in his arms, knowing that he was willing to try. But in the back of your mind, you knew that actions spoke louder than words.
Choso
Choso stood there, his eyes filled with an emotional turmoil that he struggled to control. His hands clenched into fists at his sides. âYou donât know what Iâve done. What Iâve become.â
âThen tell me,â you said gently, taking a step toward him. âDonât shut me out. Let me in, Choso. Iâm not going anywhere.â
The raw vulnerability in your voice cracked the wall he had so carefully built around himself. His breath hitched as he looked at you, the weight of his inner battle tearing him apart.
âI donât deserve you,â he whispered, his voice barely audible. âI donât deserve anyone. Not after everything Iâve done.â
You shook your head, reaching for his hand. âChoso, I donât care about what you think you deserve. I care about you. I love you, and Iâm not going to walk away because you think youâre too broken.â
He looked down at your hand in his, his throat tight with emotion. Slowly, he pulled you into an embrace, burying his face in your shoulder as he finally let his tears fall.
âIâm sorry,â he choked out, his voice thick with regret. âIâm so sorry, Y/N. I didnât mean to push you away. Iâm just so scared of dragging you down with me.â
You held him tightly, running your fingers through his hair. âIâm here, Choso. Iâm here, and Iâm not going anywhere.â
In that moment, as he clung to you, you knew that while the pain wasnât gone, there was hope for healing. You would both find your way back to each other. Slowly, but surely.
Ryomen Sukuna
Sukuna didnât follow you immediately. He stayed on his throne, his expression unchanging, but the empty room suddenly felt heavier than usual. He told himself it didnât matter, that youâd come back like you always did. But as the hours dragged on and the sound of your footsteps never returned, something began to stir inside himâa feeling he hadnât allowed himself to name.
By the time he went looking for you, the sun had long since set. He found you in the palace garden, sitting on a cold stone bench with your knees pulled to your chest. Your cloak was wrapped tightly around you, but it wasnât enough to hide the way your body trembled, either from the cold or from the weight of your grief.
For a long moment, he just stood there, watching you. You didnât look up. Maybe you knew he was there, or maybe you were too lost in your thoughts to notice.
Finally, he broke the silence. âStill sulking, I see.â
Your head shot up, your tear-streaked face glaring at him with a mixture of anger and heartbreak. âGo away, Sukuna.â
He ignored your words, stepping closer until he was standing directly in front of you. âYouâve been out here for hours. Are you trying to freeze to death?â
You let out a bitter laugh, shaking your head. âWhy do you care? Iâm just a âdistraction,â remember?â
His jaw clenched, the faintest flicker of regret crossing his face. âI⌠misspoke.â
âMisspoke?â you repeated, standing up abruptly. Your voice cracked as the tears came rushing back. âYou told me I was nothing, Sukuna! That I was weak and pathetic! How do you misspeak that?â
He flinched at the raw pain in your voice, his usual arrogance faltering. âI said those things because Iâm a fool,â he admitted, his voice quieter than you had ever heard it. âBecause I donât know how to handle thisâhow to handle you. You make me feel things I donât understand, and it terrifies me.â
You stared at him, your anger mingling with confusion. âAnd you thought hurting me was the answer?â
âI thought it would push you away,â he admitted, his voice filled with rare vulnerability. âThat it would be easier if you hated me. But instead, all Iâve done is hurt the one person who matters most to me.â
Your breath hitched at his words, the raw sincerity in his tone breaking through the walls you had built around your heart. âYou broke me, Sukuna,â you whispered. âI donât know if I can forgive you.â
He stepped closer, his crimson eyes locking onto yours. âI donât deserve your forgiveness,â he said, his voice trembling slightly. âBut Iâll spend the rest of my life trying to earn it. I canât lose you, Y/N. Youâre the only thing keeping me from becoming the monster everyone says I am.â
For a long moment, neither of you spoke. Slowly, hesitantly, you let him pull you into his arms, his hold tight and protective. For the first time in weeks, you felt like you werenât alone.
#jjk satoru#jjk angst#jjk x reader#jjk suguru#jjk sukuna#jjk nanami#jjk choso#jujutsu kaisen#satoru gojo x reader#getou suguru x reader#nanami x reader#choso x reader#sukuna x reader#comfort#angst with a happy ending
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I cannot be the only one who wants to bang peepaw Alpha Trion plEASE TELL ME IM NOT ALONE đ
I will never stop being an old man enjoyer. Give us your spike, peepaw
âIâm relieved we arenât the only ones in this universe.â The words echo in his processor like sand in the desert wind. Fading in and out of consciousness under the rubble, he clings onto the softness of your voice, the faded edges of your smile burnt into his memory. He cannot make sense of your shape anymore, itâs a blotch of ink in his vision, something he recalls but cannot fully visualize. His mind reaches out to you, so close yet so far away. With every step he takes, you grow smaller, and still, you patiently wait for him with your arms outstretched. Like old times. You are dead. This he knows. Unequivocally dead. His digits twitch, warnings encapsulate his vision, reminding him each and every nanoclik of wakefulness that the next in-vent could be his last. He canât help himself. Duty has led his life for so long, bestowed upon him by his creator, and he cannot fall back now and forgo his promise to protect Cybertron. But he is weak; pain receptors growing numb from the boulders crushing his frame, limbs quivering from a battle long lost. Primus forgive him, allow him this final comfort. Cycles ago, your crew had first established contact with Cybertron. It was a message sent across space, a simple signal that would tie your fates forever. The Council debated answering, fearing you could pose a threat to their planet, but there were only three ships with only a handful of members each. They chose fraternization over static silence. Communication was difficult, but somehow, someway, you understood each other just enough to arrive on their planet. Surprise struck him when he saw your kind, small, frail and soft to the touch. Your people were just as startled as them, but in your optics he saw something greater; a delight in meeting fellow sentient beings. They took in your crew and treated them like brothers and sisters, communicating through gestures and drawings. You could not speak their language, but they could learn yours. Knowledge was shared among you, tales of your worlds, their history, your technology, your people⌠Perhaps your place among your own was what drew him to you. Standing on the sidelines, you watched and took notes, occasionally serving as a sketch artist to exchange information. The others were mingling with the Council, asking questions, telling stories, showing what machinery brought you to them. But you kept your distance, politely nodding along and busying yourself with your notebooks. When he approached you, taking slow careful steps, you nearly dropped your pen in shock. His size was already intimidating by Cybertronian standards, but for a human? He could barely imagine the primal fear you felt when met with someone of his stature. You recovered quickly despite it, uneasy but maintaining your composure. Having knelt down to your level, he offered you servo, the sand within it shaping into a miniature version of your ship. You blinked, clutching your notebook to your chassis. Then, after a drawn out silence, you smiled, optics gleaming with wonder. That was the start of your companionship. You would sit in his servo, looking up at the night sky, speaking words he could barely understand but tried his hardest to learn. He recalls bits and pieces, meanings he managed to grasp through what you taught him. It wasnât long until your time together grew intimate. As a prime, he was so focused on his duties that he barely got the chance to relax, much less interface. Things were⌠difficult due to the size difference, but there were workarounds. Charge runs through his fuel lines at the memory. How you would brush your digits against his valve, testing the waters so to say, before slipping your servo inside of it. There was no true relief in the interface, no way for you to properly satisfy each other. But you were both content, savoring every moment of your companionship. You would press your lips to his spike, working your servo in and out of his gushing valve. It made his frame shudder and his optics glitch.
He touched you much the same way, digits rubbing at the sensitive nerves between your thighs, gazing down at you lovingly as you grit your denta and arched your optical ridge in pleasure.
#transformers x reader#transformers x human#transformers one#tf one alpha trion#alpha trion x reader#valveplug
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Summary: Pau, your neighbor, had always liked you, but he could never express it because of how shy he was. And one day while stargazing with you he finally let it out..
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Pairing: Pau x FEM!reader
Genre: Fluff
Warning/s: None
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A/n: This is my first time writing on tumblr, so pls forgive me for any mistakes, There might be some grammatical mistakes. Forgive me for that too.
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Laying on your bed lazily, you looked at the ceiling. A sigh left your mouth as you put on your headphones. "Today sucked," you muttered to yourself.
You scrolled through your phone, searching for a relaxing piece of music. Once you picked one, you looked out of your window before turning your back to it.
On the other hand.
Pau, your neighbor, was quietly grabbing his bag, preparing to sneak out of his house and make his way over to yours.
He slowly and quietly climbed up to your window, taking advantage of the cover of night to ensure no one would notice him sneaking out.
Once he reached the window, he peeked inside, his eyes falling on your back as you lay on the bed.
You lay silently on the bed, your eyes closed as you silently listened to the peaceful music through your headphones, completely unaware of the figure watching you quietly..
You were startled as Pau suddenly tapped your shoulder, causing you to almost whisper-yell at him, "What are you doing here?"
He put his finger to his lips, signaling you to be quiet. "Let's go," he whispered, "I've found a new spot where we can have an amazing view of the stars."
"I don't feel like it," you stated firmly, only to be forcefully pulled out of the bed by Pau.
"you will"
After a good ten minutes of relentless convincing, you reluctantly agreed. As Pau and you quietly sneaked out of your house, heading towards the spot he suggested.
The spot he led you to was quite nice. He sat down on the grass and patted the spot next to him, motioning for you to sit as well.
He looked at you with concern, asking, "How was your day? I noticed you were looking upset all day."
You silently focused on the stars above, stars that glimmered in the night sky. "It's nothing," you responded, "I just had a fight." Pau nodded in understanding.
Gradually, the mood began to lighten as Pau continued to crack jokes and share stories about his day, all in an effort to bring a smile to your face.
Your lips curled into a warm smile as you spoke, "Pau, you're such a sweetheart,"
His cheeks flushed with a soft tinge of pink as he melted under your words. He met your gaze, a gentle smile playing on his lips, and said, "You too, but you're my sweetheart."
He immediately realized his slip-up and apologized, but you couldn't help but let out a lighthearted laugh.
"it's okay" you said
"Pau, if you had a chance to make a wish upon a shooting star, what would you wish for?" You asked.
His heart quickened its tempo as he confessed, "There's a girl I've liked for years. So I would wish for her to be mine." He spoke without looking at you, the color in his cheeks betraying his flustered state.
"who?" You asked quitely
"the one sitting beside me" he said, Your breath caught in your chest as his words hit you, and your cheeks began to burn.
"Excuse me what?" You asked again
He took a deep breath, his words coming in a rush as he confessed, "I like you, Y/N. I've liked you ever since we were freshmen. I like you too much." His voice trembled with both nervousness and excitement, his eyes searching yours.
He confessed further, explaining the reason behind his sudden confession. "Seeing you smile at that boy yesterday scared me. I got worried that you might like him, so I decided to confess my feelings to you before anything happened."
A warm smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you replied, "I don't like him, he's just a friend of mine. In fact..." You paused, mustering up your courage before confessing. "...I like you too."
"Really?" He asked, not believing what he just heard.. You nodded "Yes"
You wrapped your arms around him in a tight embrace, and he responded by holding you even tighter in return. Then, he asked, flustered and all nervous "Can I be your boyfriend?"
"Of course" you said
He couldn't help but smile as your response, a sense of joy washed over him. He met your gaze, his eyes filled with a depth of love and affection, and he reached out to gently caress your cheek.
You felt a gentle caress upon your neck as he slowly moved closer, Kissing your lips slowly and gently, he moved his hands to caress ur cheek.
You pulled away, looking directly into his eyes, and stated with a soft smile, "I like you!" you said.
"I love you"
#pau cubarsi#pau cubarsi x you#pau cubarsi x reader#pau cubarsi imagine#fc barcelona#football#fluff#visca barca#hector fort#pablo gavi#lamine yamal#pedri gonzalez#fermin lopez#dani olmo
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Sorry for the 3 year Hiatus (・â˘Ě︿â˘Ě・) Forgive me?
Anyway....
Sanemi Brainrot Time đŠˇ
SFW:
-He's a completely different man when he's with you. He's constantly holding your hand to guide you around; along the sidewalk, up and down the stairs, uphill, downhill, doesn't matter. Keeping you safe is his number one priority, even if he's only walking you through the hallway. He'd never forgive himself if you so much as slipped on pebble.
-But it took a while for you to get to that point. Each night, you found yourself restless, unable to catch a wink of sleep, and so you'd sneak off to what used to be your secret escape. Just a simple, peaceful meadow that you'd given a few homey touches to: A picnic blanket, a lantern, and a couple of books to take your mind off things. It was your own little slice of heaven, until one night, you found Sanemi sitting among the flowers. He looked a little out of place. So brutish and hardened in contrast to the delicate petals all around him.
-At first, the two of you would ignore each other and simply go about your own separate business. But eventually, you began to greet to one another. Greetings turned to small talk, smal talk to meaningful conversations. After nearly a year of meeting up like this each night, you began to see each other in daylight too.
-The other Hashira would notice how Sanemi didn't bump shoulders with you in the hallway and instead, made an effort to avoid colliding with you. They'd notice how he'd soften his gaze and actually look at you when you passed by, instead of storming in whatever direction he was going. They'd notice how you'd wave to him, and how he'd turn pink at the sight of your gorgeous smile instead of asking you "what your damn problem was." They'd notice how the two of you shared your own inside jokes, how he'd suddenly become calm in your presence, how he'd lower his tone when you entered the room, how you slowly became more and more talkative and friendly as the two of you began to fall deeper and deeper in love. It was so incredibly obvious to everyone, but incredibly sweet at the same time.
-One day, during one of your nightly rendezvous, the two of you were silently gazing up at the stars together when a sudden rush of confidence overtook you. You inched your hand a little closer until your pinkies were touching, then gently intertwined yours with Sanemi's, who remained quiet all the while. Wordlessly, Sanemi shifted his hand underneath yours, and locked his fingers with your smaller ones. The two of you exchanged looks, and nothing more. There was no need. You understood each other perfectly.
-He was stunned each time you kissed him on the cheek. Every look, every smile, every wink, every touch, everything you did was pure sweetness in his eyes. You could do no wrong. He catered to your every wish and desire, no matter how tedious or inconvenient. He'd give you the sky if only you'd ask it of him. Your bedroom was filled to the ceiling with gifts from Sanemi. Flowers, chocolates, new dresses and kimonos, shoes, dolls, plushies, everything you could ever ask for. And yet, you never did. He simply wanted you to have them, and so he'd bring them to you no questions asked, like a bird finding a shiny rock for his mate. It just made sense to him. You deserved anything you wanted.
-Including marriage. And when he finally proposed, he did so in your secret meadow, under the stars. You were so happy, you couldn't even say "yes," only managing to throw yourself into his arms and pepper his face with kiss after kiss.
NSFW:
-Sex was a different story though. He absolutely dominated and manhandled you in the bedroom. Not in a mean way, just that in order to show you how much he loved you, he had to fuck you like he hated you. That makes sense, right?
-His favorite position is absolutely reverse cowgirl. He just loves watching your cheeks bounce on top of him and seeing your thighs jiggle with each slam of your relentless hips. He loved it when you rested your pretty feet on top of his thighs while riding him too. Yeah, he's that kind of guy, sucks toes, eats ass, eats his cum off of you AND out of you. The good stuff.
-He can be VERY kinky, too. He'd indulge in each and every one of your kinks indiscriminately, even if he isn't sure he's into it. He's gotta try it at least once for his pretty wife, doesn't he? You deserve no less.
-Sanemi cannot get enough of your bouncy tits either. He's constantly sucking and biting on them and shoving his dick in between them. He's a sucker for nipple play and loves to tease and torture them until they're so sensitive that you can't wear a bra comfortably. He'll always make sure to kiss them better for you, though, so it's always worth it.
-He's rough when he throatfucks you too. He's the type to teach you how to relax your throat to take him better and give you "practice time" to get better at taking all of his thick dick in your mouth. He likes to shove it in all the way and force you to hold still, just feeling his throbbing dick in your throat and his heavy, cum filled balls on your face.
-He's a eater for sure. He absolutely gets pussy drunk and eats you out for hours unless you physically stop him from the overstimulation. He'll use his body to pin you and hold your thighs apart so he lap at your juicy peach and drink up all your nectar without worrying about your incessant kicking and squirming. He won't stop until he's drank you dry and you're crying for mercy.
-When your legs are in the air, it just does something to him. He LOVES staring down at your fucked out face, seeing your thighs pressed up again your chest, your knees beside your head, and your cute feet in his face. He'll suck and kiss and lick at your ankles while mercilessly bullying his needy cock in and out of your squirting pussy. Maybe he just gets off on being bigger, stronger, and tougher than you, but something about seeing you folded up and immobilized, completely at his mercy makes him want to cum inside you until he can't breathe anymore.
-And he sure is noisy too. You can barely hear yourself moaning with how loud Sanemi is. He's constantly babbling about how sexy and wet you are, how you're so good at milking his aching dick and balls, his needy grunts and groans, the wet sounds of his mouth on your tits and the even lewder and wetter noises his dick makes as he plunges himself into your juicy pussy as if he'll die the moment he stops.
-Dont even get him started with the praise. Sure, he'll call you his good girl, but if you praise him right back, he'll cum on the spot. "That's my good boy" "Your dick feels so fucking good" "I'm gonna cum all over that dick, baby" "You're gonna make me squirt again" "Just like that baby, right there" Oh, he'd just kill anyone who so much as thought about looking at you.
Okay byyyyye Love yall (Â´ď˝Ąâ˘ Ď â˘ď˝Ą`) âĄ
#daydreaming#demon slayer#sanemi x reader#sanemi shinazugawa#smut#demon slayer x reader#demon slayer x you#demon slayer x female reader#demon slayer x oc#demon slayer x y/n#demon slayer smut#sanemi smut
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I feel weird putting vent art on here, but this one is positive, and maybe itâll help someone else whoâs feeling the same, and wants the same reassurance. đ
#my stuff#A comic about sleeping it off instead of making a bad decision đ#tw implied sh#tw vent#vent art#I was hiding under my blanket anyways#And I thought that was a good way to make this suited for anyone viewing it#The quilt is grey for ambiguityâs sake as well#tadc#the amazing digital circus#tadc jax#jax#jax x reader#comfort#Thank you Jax for holding the collective sobbing blanket lump /j#Forgive yourself and make it through the night
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DAD AND DOLLARS -p.js-
pairingâ dad!jay x money struggling fem!reader
synopsis: The hot rich dad next door needs a babysitter? Sign you up.
genre: smut minors do not interact, dilf au, slight age gap (jay is in mid 20s while reader is in early 20s), p with plot, p with feelings
wc: 12.9k
-all warnings below cut-
warnings: slight jealously, profanity, kissing, alcohol consumption
smut warnings: unprotected sex (just donât that), p in v, praising, dirty talk, oral (fem rec.), fingering, squirting, breeding kink, creampies, usage of nicknames (doll, good girl, sir)
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You looked dead center at your laptop to see the ridiculous total number summed up. Over thousands of dollars of student debt is yet to be paid off and youâre not even halfway done.
You closed your computer shut because if it was out of sight it was out of mind, at least for the time being. You sighed, rubbing your temple hoping to soothe the ache forming but the sudden loud beeping of a truck backing up disrupted your train of thought.
The annoying blaring sound only worsened your headache that it felt like it was going to explode any second. Your eye twitched, you were already running on 2 hours of sleep, you hoped to at least get some sleep in before working until late in the night.
Standing up from your table, you walked over to the small window that allowed just enough space to see outside but your eyes narrowed seeing someoneâs back quite literally blocking your view. You quietly mumbled under your breath before wacking open your door.
You currently were in no mood to deal with any solisticing today.
âLook-â You began but quickly stopped when you see the scene before you, a manâa hot man at that, not much older than you or at least you assumed carrying a little girl who resembles him
His hair perfectly combed back showing off his forehead and neatly done undercut with his sharp jawline that looks like it could quite literally cut you in half, a nose bridge all tall and mighty as he wore a simplistic nude pink button up that managed to make your knees weak.
Not a lot of people canât pull that color off but he sure as hell can.
What stood out to you the most was the jewelry that shone in the sunlight blinding you. Just from the mere pieces of jewelry alone, you could practically feel the success flowing through and out of him.
The jewelry the little girl wore outcompeted each and every single one you could ever own. And yet, that wasnât enough to make you peel your eyes away. You hadnât realized how long youâve been staring until the said little girl pointed it out.
Embarrassed, you finally looked away and the mysterious man cleared his throat. âAh, if you'll excuse my daughterâ
Wait what. Daughter?!
You held yourself back from dropping your jaw. Even though you were assuming he wasnât much older than you, he already has a daughter, a young one at that and youâre over here stressing over student debt. What stressful time you must be having.
âWeâve been up since this morning moving in, so she is a little antsy. Please do forgive us for disrupting youâ
Anyone would be if theyâve been up since morning to mo- Wait Moving in?
It mustâve shown on your face because the male in front of you lightly chuckled but it wasnât like the usual chuckles that you hear from other guys. It was rather deeper, more mellow and rumbled out of him and it twisted your insides out.
âWeâve just moved in next doorâ He adjusted his daughter into one arm hoisting her up with ease while his free hand extended a hand to shake with yours, âPleasure to meet you, Iâm Park Jongseongâ
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Another exhausting day, another terrible pay.
Youâre genuinely wondering how youâre going to manage to just make it by this upcoming month without falling into a hole and never coming out of it.
Your current job isnât nearly enough to cover all your expenses in the slightest but thereâs such a shortage of job opportunities that youâre stuck there until some miracle falls into your lap and presents you with all the answers to your prayers.
Rubbing your shoulders, you twist your head side to side to feel the crack of your neck relieving you from the tension in it but thatâs when you hear the deep faint voice thatâs been taunting your mind ever since youâve heard it.
Before you could even prepare yourself or more like jam your keys into the lock to rush in before getting caught you hear the small greeting for you, âHi miss!â You nervously gulp before turning around replacing your mumbled breath with a sweet smile towards the little girl holding her dadâs index finger with her small hand
âWell hi there!â You cheerily returned her greet with a fast wave, your eyes remained trained on her not daring to look up to her father hoping there would be no interaction between but the universe was not in your favor today
âComing back after a long day?â His voice filled your mind again and you held back a nervous smile not trusting yourself to speak only left you to nod at his words
Your eyes rose higher until you caught him and he gave a tight smile and you swore your heart mightâve exploded right then and there. It was something so simple yet it had your mind reeling.
You awkwardly touched your neck making it seem like it was sore when in reality you were making sure you still had a pulse.
âSay goodbye honey, sheâs had a long day at work. Iâm sure she needs some restâ Jay softly spoke to his daughter who looked up to your shaky eyes and raised her hand to wave goodbye to you
Your heart melted as you happily waved goodbye to her.
Too caught up in the moment, you seemed to have forgotten the very man you were successfully ignoring for those few seconds his daughter had your attention, âMake sure to rest wellâ
Before you could register the words, they were already walking past you in hushed whispers. Your mouth hung open trying to figure out a response that didnât embarrass you.
âThank you Jongseong. Same to youâ You opted to say through the few second turmoil and when he turned around hearing your voice, itâs corny to admit but it was like slow motion
Everything seemed to be forgotten about as you were solely focused on him. The earrings that hung from his ears, his folded up sleeves exposing his forearm and watch until you saw his beautiful smile. A warm genuine smile.
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âWoah- Hold on. You mean to tell me that good looking man I saw on my way here was your neighbor?!â Your friend shrieked once you broke the news to her
Supposed to be an important study session for your upcoming exam somehow turned into a 3 hour talking session, laptops and papers discarded.
You groan at your friend's words, hate having to be reminded that he was indeed your neighbor. So close yet so far from you.
âHe dresses so damn good, looks like he has a lot ofâ Your friend rubbed her fingers together with raised eyebrows making you roll your eyes, âPlus I saw him with his little sister, heâs such a good brotherâ
âThatâs his daughterâ You unconsciously said and you didnât realize until you took notice of the silence from your friend who stared at you like she had just seen a ghost
âYou mean to tell me that was his daughter with him..?â You nodded your head and your friend nearly fell off of her chair at the sudden revelation, âHoly shit⌠Youâre living next door to a dilf!â Your friend screech as she stumbled in her seat over to you
You jumped when she clasped your hands into hers, hopeful eyes staring directly into you with a certain mischievous gleam you knew far too well.
âSo when are you getting on that?â Your friend raised an eyebrow and you shot her a confused look
âGetting on what?â
Your friend had to take a minute or so to just look at you in amusement but not in a good way.
âYou mean to tell me you havenât even thought about getting together with him ever since you saw him?!â
You yanked your hands away before lightly pushing her away shaking your head. âHeâs either married or at least seeing someoneâ You said trying to make it believable for yourself more than for herâbut you always noticed the lack of band on his ring finger every time you saw him or any sign of anyone else living with him besides his daughter
âI didnât see any ring on his fingerâ Your friend shrugged her shoulders, tilting her head to the side
So he must be seeing someone. Because thereâs no way that he is single and roaming the streets just like that.
You quickly went to grab your discarded laptop to move on from the topic. This was enough talking for today about your undeniably hot neighbor who just so happened to be a dad.
Your friend suddenly slammed your laptop shut. âWhat are you doing?â You asked but saw her finger pointed directly towards you
âNo bigger question is what are you doingâ Emphasizing the you in her sentence
You stared at her dumbfounded, making her groan in annoyance.
âWhen was the last time you went on a date?â You opened your mouth to respond, âI mean an actual dateâ You closed your mouth right up
âExactly! Itâs been so long since youâve been treated, why not indulge in this nonsense just a littleâ She squished her thumb and index finger together showing basically no space in between them
âIn case you forgot, Iâm a broke student trying to get by till the end of this month. I donât have ti-â
âYeah yeah I know. You donât have time. You donât have the money. You donât have new or fancy clothesâ Your friend cited the same excuses youâve given to excuse yourself from anything thrown your way, âBut donât let it stop you this time. I have a good feeling about this oneâ She softly hummed with a soft smile hoping you take her words truthfully
âHeâs most definitely seeing someoneâ You softly muttered
âAnd if heâs not?â
The question made you think. Even if there was the slimmest chance that he was in fact single and was not seeing anyone, why would he look your way? You donât have much to offer.
âHeâs a dadâ You reminded but her soft smile dropped into something more menacing
âWell thatâs just the cherry on top, no?â
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âWhat would I do without you?â Your friend chimed, wrapping your sweater over her, it was well past midnight and you finally concluded your study session after all this time and you couldnât wait to fall asleep
âYouâd be walking yourself out in the freezing coldâ She chuckled at your response knowing it was the truth but she happily skipped ahead but stopped in her tracks raising and hand up to stop you
Before you could ask anything, she pulled your arm to where she is and thatâs where you see Jay. His little girl fast asleep in his arms, her puffy cheeks squishing against his broad shoulder as he carefully closed the door shut wanting to make as minimal noise as possible.
He locked the car and stuffed his keys into his trench coat and right when he turned he caught sight of you and your friend looking, he furrowed his eyebrows immediately noticing how you werenât wearing a sweater even though you were clearly cold from the shiver you let out.
Instantly you gave a quick smile to him not sure why he furrowed his eyebrows towards you but he kindly returned your smile with his own before walking past you and your friend still making sure his daughter was still fast asleep.
As he walked past you caught a whiff of his musk cologne and you wholeheartedly wanted to delve straight into it. It made your head woozy, it wasnât strong enough that it was overbearing but it was strong just enough that made sure his presence was embroidered into your mind even when he was long gone.
âOhâ You heard your friend murmur and you turned to look at her dazed expression staring at where he once stood at the side of his car, âYou actually got a double D living next doorâ
âDouble what?â Pure confusion written over your face and she rolled her eyes as if it was the most known thing in the whole wide world
âHello, a double D! A father who has money. Dad and dollars!â
Youâve just had a revelation.
âYou my friend have a hot and rich double D living next door to youâ
âYouâre unbearableâ You scoffed but you gasped when she lightly hit you
âThatâs youâ
âBut I am being so serious right now, you better get on that man before I doâ Before you could retaliate her sentence you heard faint shuffling coming towards your direction and to your surprise, you turned to see Jay coming back minus his daughter
âOhâ He stopped in his tracks seeing you and your friend, âYouâre still here?â It easily could be mistaken as a harsh slap to the face but his tone was soft and gentle that there was nothing to it besides true curiosity
You opened your mouth praying that something coherent would come out but your friend knew better than to trust you and let you figure it out on your own. Especially when he was right there.
âShe was just being such a kind friend and walking me outâ Your friend softly patted your back and you mentally cursed at how cold her hands were against your thin covered back
âWhat about you? Coming out again?â Your friend tilted her head and you had to hold yourself back from dragging her away
âHave to bring the grocery upâ Jay lightly waved the car keys before unlocking his car as the trunk slowly opened
âWe can help you!â Your friend suddenly chimed in and you felt all color drain from your face, you just werenât sure if it was from the cold finally getting to your numb face or how he stops walking and turns around
âYou want to help?â He raised an eyebrow and your friend eagerly nodded and threaded closer to him, when his eyes moved from her onto you wanting to see if you were coming along you remained frozen in place
All the time you were merely in his presence, your body shut down on you as you became just a hollow vessel. He expected a responseâany response from you but when he was received with nothing his lips formed a thin line and nodded his head.
âW-wait of course sheâs going to helpâ Your friend awkwardly chuckled before walking back over to you, âIt must be the cold getting to her. Silly her for not wearing a sweaterâ
You came back to your senses when your friend smacked your arm and you winced feeling how your spiky skin was far more sensitive to touch from how long youâve been out there.
Yet, you didnât have any chance to collect yourself as she dragged you with her in front of him as she gleamed with a smile. He blinked at the sudden appearance of you in front of him while you gulped harshly trying to keep your thoughts sane.
Even up close, your eyes looked over his face, never able to settle on a single feature until you landed on the slightly chapped lips but moved your eyes up to catch his eyes. Under dim lighting he looked phenomenal.
âAlright letâs get those groceriesâ Your friend peeped
You looked away from him down to the ground before softly nodding your head. You were going to help gather some bags but you stopped when you felt a weight place around your shoulder. You looked down to see the trench coat over your body.
Turning to face Jay, he gave a gentle nod. âYou need it way more than meâ His voice rumbled throughout your mind earning the gears to shift inside you by his voice and gesture alone
His eyes examined you in his coat before softly smiling to himself at his thoughts, âNext time make sure to bundle up before going out. You can catch a cold easilyâ
The cold that was once lived in your body faded away into pure warmth and it was all thanks to your neighbor living next door.
It hadnât taken long until all the groceries were brought into his place in one trip. Your friend huffed, shaking her head as if she had run a marathon.
You softly chuckled at her state and softly padded her back to help regulate her breathing again. Underestimating her energy after hours of studying finally caught up to her.
âWho⌠Goes grocery shopping at this time?â Your friend pants
âI guess thatâll be meâ Jay chuckles earning a curious look from you which he catches, âThereâs not enough time in the day that allows me to properly shop and get everything I need, especially when Iâm with my daughterâ
âSounds like you need a babysitter-â Your friend starts but abruptly stops, you looked over to her and saw the same mischievous look on her face and it sent unease to rest in your stomach
âA babysitter would be niceâ Jay lowly sighed but waved it off, grateful to spend time with his daughter despite his busy schedule, âI just havenât had the time to properly look into thatâ
âWell look no further because I know the perfect babysitter for youâ Your eyes widen and youâre suddenly pulled forward once again and stood in the middle of Jayâs place looking like an animal caught in headlights staring right at him
âW-wa-Whâ You tried to speak but nothing came out as you tried to adjust to what your friend just offered, who she just offered which was you
âYou?â Jay sucked his teeth as he looked at you noticing how his trench engulfed your body and unconsciously you straightened out your posture, âJust for uhm precautions⌠Why would you be a good babysitter?â
The sudden light hearted demeanor from him changed instantly and you couldnât blame him. Two random girlsâone of them your neighbor who you barely speak to, was just offered to take care of your daughter just like that. Youâd be surprised if he didnât do this even if itâs late at night and heâs still yet to put the groceries away.
âI-I wonât mind looking after your daughterâ You explained as best as you can as you felt Jayâs piercing gaze on you. Adjusting his jacket over you, your eyes flickered around, âI live right next door so Iâll never be far- Plus my schedule is pretty flexible even with schoolingâ
âAnd I mean itâll benefit you in the end right? Iâll do everything I have to do to properly take care of herâ
âI'd like to help you outâ You managed to give a smile the moment you made eye contact with him which you hoped didnât creep him out, âI mean- You know to make sure you donât get burned out so quickly and have time to focus on yourself! Trust me I know how it feels and itâs not funâ You awkwardly chuckled and you could hear your friend smacking her forehead behind you
His eyes never left yours and it felt like he was able to read every thought in your head. There was a moment of silence and you wanted to lay down in a hole and never show your face again. You nibbled on your lip as you watched Jayâs hard gaze on you.
He let out a sigh nodding his head, âAlright. When can you start?â
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Running around gathering your belongings into your bag still making sure to be as quiet as possible in order to not disturb the sleeping child in your bed.
You picked up a sudden dropped shift with the expectation of receiving a higher pay for the unexpected inconvenience. You could really care less for the ungodly hour youâll have to work, money is money and you desperately need it.
And right on time, you heard the faint knock at your door and you knew it was none other than Jay picking up his daughter.
This was only your first week babysitting her, the first time awkward but easy but after the 4th day it was better than the first timeâmuch better or at least you thought it was.
At your door, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath before carefully opening it to reveal Jay on the other side of it. A striking simple black suit that pierced your heart like an arrow as he adjusted his watch.
He raised his head to the sound of the door opening and gave a gentle smile making warmth spread across your chest. The silly little infatuation is driving you mad.
âHi Jongseongâ You greeted him, moving to the side just enough to welcome him in, âShe was a little more tired today. Sheâs sleeping right now, just give me a second and Iâll go get herâ
Without even being able to say a word, he watched as you disappeared. Normally, his daughter would be full of energy ready to greet him at the door when it was time to be picked up.
Keeping his lips in a straight line, he looked around your place noticing it was simple but homey. It spoke loud of who you were as a person which heâs come to realize, he doesnât know much of.
He only knew the basic things about you but nothing in depth that could make him stand out in your life. He let out a deep sigh at the thought and rubbed his nape but stopped seeing you carefully carrying his daughter.
Her head rubbing against the juncture of your neck, her small arms wrapped around you and the fondness you looked at her with when she let out a small whine when you tried to hand her over to him.
Jay isnât one to think of anything when seeing someone more specifically a woman holding his daughter but something bloomed in his chest as he watched you whispering in her ear making his daughter pull her ahead away from you to him.
He opened his mouth with a smile and extended his arms which his daughter easily slipped into from yours to his. âHi sweetheartâ He gasped as she quickly knocked her head into his chest and curled into her fatherâs embrace
You handed over her sparkly pink school bag towards Jay which contrasted his attire but you think it suited him quite well and found it more cute.
âThank you so much for looking after herâ He softly said and just hearing his soft voice made your knees want to buckle but stuck with just waving it off as nothing
His eyes looked you up and down and took notice of your clothing. Rather than the comfy clothes you wore the first time he came to pick up his daughter, you wore more formal clothing this time a jacket wrapped around you with your bag hanging off your shoulder and phone in hand.
Your phone vibrated and you looked at it to silently curse under your breath which didnât go unnoticed by him. âIs everything okay?â He asked and you forgot that he was still there for a second
You replaced your frown with a quick smile, âYeah, I just have to head out soon for my shiftâ
Jayâs eyebrows knitted together, âA shift? This late?â
âWhatever can pay the billsâ You sadly chuckled and shrugged it off not noticing how Jay stared at you perplexed, he just got off his shift and here you were going to yours
âHow are you going to get there?â
âWalking but if Iâm lucky I can catch a busâ You explained but noticing time passing by you donât think the chances are high
Jay remained silent, contemplating something as you walked them out. His daughter stirred awake when you locked your front door. You quickly apologized and tried to soothe her back to sleep but she looked between you and your dad with sleepy eyes. âWhere are you going?â Her voiced slurred with sleepiness
âI have to go workâ You softly explained but she tried to reach out to you shaking her head
She mumbles something ineligible and you softly giggled before stroking her head leveling with her whispering a soft goodbye again. Jay watched all of this unfold between his daughter and you, the same bloom in his chest forming all over again.
âI can take you thereâ Jay spoke before being able to comprehend his own thought process,
Your hand dropped to fall to your side. His eyes widened as he stared at your shocked expression
What the hell is he saying? His mouth opened and closed trying to follow up his statement but nothing came out. But his daughter seemed to understand him better than he understands himself. âYes!â Her energy suddenly boosted up at the thought of being able to spend more time with you
Jay stared at his daughter, shocked at her quick interest, he looked over to you and saw the shake of your eyes before letting out a strained laugh. âI donât want it to be an inconvenienceâ You said
âRidiculousâ He chuckled not realizing how it made the harsh thump in your heart hard to ignore, âPleaseâ His voice softer than the first time
How could you say no to him? Well easy. You couldnât.
Jayâs car reflected his personality perfectly. Nice and sleek, the black shining leatherâReal leatherânot some fake leatherette to taint his car. His daughter and your happy chatter filling the car as he follows the GPS to your job.
One could easily mistake the dynamic. Easily. His foot slowed down on the brake pedal coming to a stop in front of the shops that illuminated in bright colors, 24 hours.
â24 hours?â He softly muttered not thinking youâd pick up on it but hearing your light sigh he moved from the sign to you who had a small smile
âLike I said. Whatever pays the billsâ You said, âThank you for the ride I really do appreciate itâ Your smile growing before turning your body in the seat to reach out your hand to the little girl in the back
âDonât give your dad a hard time mhm?â You hummed which caused her to pout her lips, trying to reach other to grab your hand to keep you longer but the restraints of her car seat kept her in place
You shot Jay a different smile. Something warm and tense before stepping out of the car, waving goodbye to them before heading into your job with slack shoulders.
How couldâve he have been so naive, selfish, just so stupid. Youâve been taking care of his daughter while heâs been at work. Picking her up, cleaning up after her, making sure to give the proper meals needed all whilst welcoming her into your place easily, allowing her to sleep in your bed even holding back from taking regular scheduled hours to look after her just to end up working ungodly hours just to get money.
Money that shouldâve been in your bank account from the first hour you looked after his daughter and yet, he hadnât paid you a single dime.
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At the same time you heard the knock of the door. âRight on timeâ You said while standing up and making your way over to the door which you expected her to follow suit
You opened the door just enough, âHi Jong-â But it slammed shut in front of his face
Your jaw dropped letting out a loud gasp to see his daughterâs hand on the door, a deep frown on her face before clinging onto your leg, shaking her head. âDonât want to see himâ She huffed
Knitting your eyebrows you crouched the door peeling her off your leg to hold her arms. âNow that wasnât very nice to do but why donât you want to see him?â You softly asked but you let out strained a yelp when she launched her arms around your neck
You wrapped an arm around her, hoisting her up. âIâm going to open the door okay?â The lack of response from her made your lip tug to the side before opening the door again
Jay rubbing his creased forehead stopped. You gave an apologetic confused smile but he gave a tired smile in return almost as if he expected it. âItâs time to go back homeâ You whispered into the little girlâs ear but she let out a whine, roughly shaking her head and only held onto you tighter
Confusion written over your face as you tried to peel her off her body into Jayâs but she wouldnât budge.
Letting out a deep sigh, he ran a hand through his neat hair. The locks slotted through each crack easily, messily ruining the sleek style into something far more loose.
Awkwardly shaking your head from that thought to look at Jay. âWhy donât you come in?â You motioned him inside just like how you always did
How you welcomed him so easily when he hadnât welcomed you like that showed the constraint he held himself up to. Sighing heavily as he walked in, you closed the door behind himârocking the girl in your arms who hadnât looked at her father once.
âMake yourself comfortable Jongseongâ
âI feel like weâll be here for a whileâ
And after hours of quite literal utter silence in your place, Jayâs daughter finally fell asleep in your arms.
âSheâs asleepâ You softly whispered to Jay who immediately perked up from the chair, sleepy eyes seeing his daughter happily laying against your body, a content smile on her face while in your embrace
âOh I didnât know you were sleeping-â
âNo, it's fine. Iâm sorry I fell asleepâ Jay tried rubbing his hands over his eyes to wake himself up
âStressful day?â You softly questioned, it was a little invasive but the lack of sleep infiltrated your regular thought process that you spewed anything that came to mind
Jay stayed silent for a moment, his hands moving away from his eyes to look over to your droopy ones. You still managed to have a smile plastered on your face, especially to him.
There werenât many times he could be vulnerable, not when he has to prioritize his daughter over everything, to make money which is never an issue for him just to make sure his daughter could have anything and everything she could ever want.
A need to fill the void that no material could ever fulfill.
âJust a littleâ He deeply sighed, his back sinking into the seat again, his arm resting against the armchair
You nipped at your lip, âWant to talk about it?â Each word smaller than the last not wanting to overstep a boundary with him but it was an invisible opportunity that heâs been wanting, waiting for so long
âThatâll be niceâ
As you laid Jayâs daughter into your bed, he stayed next to you the entire time. He knelt to the ground, placing a soft kiss on her forehead, mumbling something inaudible for you to hear before stroking his cheek with a saddening gaze.
He tugged at your sheets making sure she was fully covered before turning to face you. You looked at him with complete utter fondness and he stopped his movement. His gaze remained on you for a split second longer than he wanted trying to pull back his wandering thoughts from going deeper.
Clearing his throat, he knelt up from the ground which brought you out from the haze that you were. Your eyes widened as his eyes never left yours and you quickly turned a heel, âI-I have some wine, do you drink wine? Is wine good?â You rambled
Jay stared at your figure. He let out a deep sigh which soon grew into a small smile when you turned around to face him. The light behind illuminating your figure. âWine is perfectâ
Jay sat across from you, his usually strict attire now messed up. Three unbuttoned buttons from his shirt. Sleeves rolled all the way up to his elbow, his hair out of his slicked style to a messy middle part. Legs barely spread open, his lower body pushed forward as he twirled the wine left in his glass.
âSheâs upset with me todayâ Jay sipped drops of wine out of his glass before resting it onto his lap, âI mean I donât blame her. I promised that her mom and I would take her out butâŚâ He sighed heavily
The mention of the mother made you suddenly tense. The first time you ever heard anything about her, neither did Jay or his daughter ever speak of her in your presence.
You gulped harshly, shifting on the couch. The material under your body is clinging onto your skin somehow. Itâs a normal reaction right or maybe youâre overthinking. It must be the alcohol seeping into your system already even though you hadnât taken a sip yet.
âWe both got caught up in work so we had to reschedule but I had to be the bearer of bad news and when I had to break it to her, of course she was upsetâ
âIâm actually surprised she didnât complain to you about it. She made it very known that she was upset at me and her motherâ Jay sadly chuckled to himself, his eyes trained on the wine glass
âItâs not your faultâ He quickly looked to you surprised to see the disagreement of opinion, âI mean- Thereâs some things that we canât controlâ
âEspecially when you and your wife work-â
âSheâs not my wifeâ
Defying silence surrounds you and Jay. He was quick to rebuttal the assumption and it tingles something in your gut.
âMe and her mother co-parent. We were young and reckless and everything just happened before we even realized it and now we have our precious little girlâ Jay chuckled looking up from the wine glass to look at you, a certain glint in his eyes.
âBut weâre not- Iâm not marriedâ
You couldnât look away from his eyes. They were enticing, captivating you deeper into the very thing you were holding yourself back from. Jayâs eyes never faltered from yours and you wondered how.
Trying to snap yourself from the moment to ground yourself in reality because even if he wasnât marriedâJust co-parenting, he has to be seeing someone.
âO-Oh I seeâ You said, his eyes boring straight into yours
You harshly gulped while trying to ignore the bubbling warmth of hope soaring through you. A voice deep inside your mind voicing out your deepest desires.
Feeling as if Jay could see right through you and hear these thoughts made you shift in your spot again. What if he could hear them? What if he thinks itâs strange?
Through the slimmest possible lens, what if he felt the same way.
âStill donât blame yourself for it⌠Iâm sure sheâll understand sooner or later. Maybe take her out to help somewhat ease the situation until you and uhm her mother can take her outâ You offered some advice as best as you could
Jay remained silent listening to you. His eyes finally look away from you and you let out a silent sigh of relief from the release of his hard gaze.
âTaking her outâŚâ Jayâs voice was barely above a whisper, he twirled the wine once again deep in thought
You stared at him, anticipation slipping deep into each crevice as possible in you until he spoke up again with his eyes looking back up to you, âDefinitely will have to do thatâ
There felt more to his words than the surfacing original topic of it yet, you couldnât place your finger on it.
âYou know she talks about you a lotâ You were the one to look at him in shock
âReally? I hope itâs good thi-â
âAlwaysâ He interrupted taking another sip of the alcoholic drink to slip past in his throat, âItâs always good thingsâ He smiled towards and there was the same warmth you felt whenever you with him grow 10 folds
âIâve been meaning to give this to you. Iâm sorry that itâs taken me so long please forgive meâ Jay shuffled through his discarded jacket before pulling out an envelope leaning over to slide it over to you
âWha-â His shirt fell just enough that if you dared to look longer you could see the necklace dangling and past it was his sculpted chest
You pulled your eyes to the envelope and grabbed it with shaky hands trying to hold back from showing the burning of your cheeks. Your palm clammy trying to open the envelope but slipping every time.
You continued to try opening the envelope but soon Jayâs calloused warm hands engulfed yours. You jumped at the sudden contact but not enough to pull your hands away. Looking up to him, his face is daringly close to yours.
Able to feel his breath brush against yours, you smelled the hint of wine but it made your insides churn in a rather dark way instead.
âSlow dollâ His voice slurred and fluttering, âTake it nice and slowâ
His fingers clasped over yours, guiding your movement in carefully opening the envelope. Holding your breath as he made your fingers slip into the envelope slowly slotting your fingers to grab the thin paper inside to pull out.
There was a slight shudder rumbling out of your breath causing him to slip up a smirk. Your eyes widen in pure shock as you read over the words on the paper or more like check.
A check written out to not even a hundred dollars but instead 2 thousand dollars.
âI-I- Jong-Jongseongâ
Your mouth fell slack as you tried to find any words that could form at least anything in the slightest but nothing came out. âWhen are you free?â He whispered, his nose bumped against yours, his eyes looking deep and searching in yours
Your hands fell down with his on top, âIâd like to take you outâ
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An all black outfit. The button up something you hadnât seen before. It accented his shoulders that screamed to you, his daring built back that your fingers itched to claw at. His more relaxed but styled hair with the singular strand falling in front.
Jay looked so good but he wasnât staying. Instead he was going out while you were staying at his place to babysit his daughter like you always do.
And yet, selfishly you shouldâve made some lie that you were busy and wouldnât be able to babysit his daughter.
But the look in his eyes swooned you and the silent hidden excitement from him landed you right on his couch with his daughter plastered against your side having to watch her dad finish getting ready.
âPlease call in case of anything. Itâs just some job party, nothing important. They always host themâ He rambled trying to diminish the past excitement he had, âActually you know what? Iâm not going anywhere, Iâll just stay with you bothâ Jay said beginning to take off his watch
âJayâ You simply said which made him stop, he looked over to you letting out a deep sigh, âGo to it. When was the last time you were able to enjoy yourself?â
Two weeks ago when I took you out is what he wouldâve said if he had the courage to.
That day two weeks ago had been the highlight of his social life that heâs had in years. Always being so focused on working and taking care of his daughter, he never paid attention to anything outside of it until you came into the picture.
He can remember it so vividly almost as if he were to be reliving it again. Your sweet smile greeting him and his daughter. âHiâ He breathlessly let out seeing you
He awkwardly fumbled with his suit as you took notice of his different style of hair different from the usual one you see him in. Instead of the usual strict sleek hair, it was loosely done, his hair moved to each side to expose his forehead slightly.
âHi miss!â You looked down to see his daughter dressed up as she crashed her body onto your body in a bear-like hug looking up to you with sparkly eyes
Letting out a heartfelt chuckle, you stroked her head before looking up to Jay with a gentle expression. Heâs never been bothered with seeing others with daughter and yet, everytime with you, he feels a twinge twist in his chest watching you and his daughter.
âDaddy give her your gift!â His daughter chirped making him flinch at the sudden spotlight on him, you tilted your head in confusion and he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck before straining out a laugh
He pulled a bouquet of flowers from behind his back and your smile dropped before quickly growing into a bigger one. You nipped at your lip to hold it back anymore but it was near impossible.
âGuess the surprise is ruinedâ He softly murmur but you shook your head at his words and grabbed the bouquet
âIt caught me off guard so I think itâs a successâ You chuckled before grasping the bouquet, âTheyâre beautifulâ You admired the flowers while he only looked at you
Jay was floored. âYeah I knowâ He mumbled under his breath going unnoticed by you
âThank you Jayâ You looked up to catch him staring at you with a certain sparkle as he looked at you, he let out his own smile and if it wasn't for his daughter tugging at his hand, he wouldnât have gotten out of the daze he was in any time soon
Instinctively looking at his daughter, he gave two fingers for her to hold and she looked over to you with her hand open. Instantly you knew what she wanted and allowed her to grasp your fingers.
âLetâs head out shall we? Our reservation is soon-â
âDaddy worked hard!â His daughter chipped in cutting him off, âAlways on the phone talking to people for itâ His daughter spoke making the tips of Jayâs ears turn bright red as you stifled a laugh
âOh did he now?â You raised an eyebrow looking over to Jay who hadnât said a single thing to rebuttal the accusation, it was true, he wasnât going to deny it
He wanted everything to be perfect and by the end of it, it was indeed perfect. Jay held his sleeping daughter in his arms, your hand wrapped around his bicep able to feel the slight bulge of it as he walked you to your front door.
Jay felt accomplished. The day was filled with nothing but laughter and chatter minus the exception of sudden silence when many people mistaken them as a beautiful loving family out to dinner which always left Jay in a ringing frenzy until you snapped him out of it everytime.
He didnât know why the usage of family with you, to have you be mistaken as the mother of his daughter or as his wife left him hot and his heart pattering against his chest.
âThank you Jay for today. I had such a wonderful timeâ You smiled brightly and he was growing too accustomed to see your beautiful smile towards him
âIt was my pleasureâ He gave a tight smile as he felt sudden jitters all around, âIâm sure she enjoyed it tooâ He gestured towards his sleeping daughter
You nodded your head, a look of contemplation in your eyes before unlocking your door but right before you opened it, you quickly spun around and planted a peck on his cheek before fumbling with the door behind you.
Jay froze for a moment and just before you could slip through his fingers he strangled out a sound to stop you. You turned around, a faint dust of blush heating your cheeks as you lowered your gaze.
He gulped harshly not thinking this far ahead but knowing he had to come up with something, âI-I uhm if you want to of course- Iâd like to take you againâ He jumbled his words together until some sentence was formed
He anxiously looked at your dropped expression as you raised your head to look at him and heâll never be able to forget the chuckle you let out as you nodded your head softly biting back your smile.
The beating of his heart reminded him of what it was like to feel like a little kid having their first crush ever all over again. It never bothered him not feeling this in a long time but now being able to experience it again, it felt nice.
And yet, somehow he never managed to gain any courage to see when you were free. Excusing it to be poor scheduling with his working hours and you taking care of his daughter and schooling hours with the very few work hours you snagged just for extra pocket money even when he offered to pay triple the amount heâs been already paying youâWhich was nearly 3 thousand dollars daily.
Money is not an issue for Jay, never has been and never will be and heâs more than willing to cover all and any expenses you may have. His only issue is not nearly having enough courage to ask you again.
âDonât worry about us, you know we always have our own fun here. Go have yoursâ Your reassuring voice reminded him of reality as you smiled through a fake smile
As wonderful the idea was if Jay stayed in that exact same outfit and didnât go out for everyone to throw themselves at him. You knew it was unreasonable, these job parties are probably hosted in the first place with hopes that he shows up to at least one of them.
Ignoring the bubbling gnaw in your stomach twisting your stomach inside and out, Jay lets out a defeat sigh, clicking his watch back on and dusting off the imaginary dust off his clothes.
âSay goodbyeâ You whispered and Jayâs daughter smiled widely waving goodbye to her dad who stared at her and you in complete awe
He walked over, his hand resting on the armchair and leaning down to kiss his daughter on the forehead. In the process the same musk cologne filled your nose making your head dizzy and having him in closer proximity made your heart thump out of your chest.
His side profile was nothing but sheer perfection. You nibbled at your lip as you examined his features up close, always finding yourself in this very position. And yet, he was beyond reach.
Your lips tugged downwards but tried to replace it with a smile when Jay pulled away and looked over to you. His eyes boring into your wavering ones like usual, there was a split moment of hesitance. You gulped trying to ignore the patter of your heart.
Instead of saying goodbye, Jayâs breath shakily fanned yours with a staggering thing smile plastering on his face, âSee you soonâ
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He expected the party to loosen every fiber in his body but instead his emotions were only heightened ten folds. Every passing second heâs looking at his watch counting down the milliseconds waiting for what seems like a reasonable time to leave.
Sighing heavily, he shakes his head. He shouldnât have listened to you. Heâd rather spend tonight with you and his daughter watching whatever you guys put on.
Swashing the drink in hand not having taken a single sip from the moment he arrived, his arms resting against the rail as he overlooked to see everyone enjoying themselves. He let out another heavy sigh just to check his watch again.
âMr. Park you look tensedâ He looked up to see his employee leaning against the rail next to him giving him a sly smile
Being the boss he is, he dropped his sullen face to give a professional smile. âDo I?â He sucked his teeth letting out a quick stifle laugh
She giggled at his remark like it was the funniest thing ever said, âIs it perhaps about your daughter?â She tilted her head and Jay didnât like the fact she carelessly mentions his daughter
However, giving the benefit of the doubt, he assumes it must be the alcohol in her system noticing the nearly empty glass at hand.
He lets out an awkward laugh and tilts his head to the side giving no response. âOr is there stuff happening at home? Yâknow I would love to help out in anyway I can Mr. Parkâ The employee rubbed her hand up and down his arm slurring her words together
His eyes followed her movements and carefully pulled his arm away checking the time, âWill you look at that I have to get back home to my girlsâ
âYour girls?â The employee muttered to herself in confusion but she wasnât able to dwell on it anymore when Jay took away the glass with a small smile
âDonât drink anymore tonight. Make sure to rest properly and take some medicine in the morningâ Jay nodded his head and easily turned his heel walking past the other employees who all wondered where he was going but none dared to ask
It didnât take long for Jay to get back to his but on the drive home, he was in pure contemplation. His elbow resting on the open window, feeling the night breeze fanning his face as his fingers played with his lips.
He possibly couldnât. He shouldnât even be thinking about you in this light and yet every time he sees you, he feels like heâs experiencing his first crush all over again.
Jay rushed out of his car once he parked it. Standing outside his front door, his hand raised to softly knock against it. After a few seconds of waiting which felt like an eternity. The door opened with your soft voice. âJongseong?â
Right when the door was opened wide enough, Jay stepped in not forgetting to lock the door behind him. He knew his daughter was fast asleep considering the time. It was just you and him.
You stared at Jay confused at the lack of response from him but you gasped when he suddenly grasped your hands, feeling the familiar calloused feel of them scratching your skin.
He looked deeply into your eyes and you nearly felt your heart burst out of your chest. Thereâs always been an underlying feeling thatâs been infiltrating him from the moment he first met you.
A pretty, money struggling woman that he wants as his to bask away into the sunset and take care of forever.
Jayâs hand held your lower back, his other hand holding the middle of your back flushing you against his. You let out a small squeal the moment your bodies clashed. His breath fanned over yours and the very faint smell of the musk cologne caused a shiver to run up your spine.
Youâve never seen him like this. So raw with emotion, yearning eyes, a tug at his lips. âJa-Jay?- Jongseong?â You stuttered not knowing how to address him in this moment, your heart thumping out of your chest
He drew in closer, his lips closing in on yours, âCall me Jay. Call me Jongseong. You can call me whatever you wantâ
âJust call out to meâ You felt his lips grazing yours before he softly planted them against each other
Your squished hands shivered but they carefully climbed higher until they reached his sharp jaw as you pushed further into his lips. Jay let out a pleased sigh feeling the reciprocation. His hand on your mid back traveled to grasp the back of your head.
His hands turned your body, his body filling in any empty space that dared to be left behind. Your hands squeeze in between under his arms, grasping onto the behind his shoulders in a desperate need.
Your mind was reeling, not a single thought in it besides the dadâThe hot dad next door, Park Jongseong.
His tongue gilded against your lip, begging for entrance. You easily allowed him to explore your mouth. His teeth tugging at your bottom lip in a haste making your squeal.
âGoing to have to be a quiet dollâ However, he wasnât sure if he could keep up with his own words, Jay felt drunk when he was kissing you
Your lips grew swollen from how long heâs been kissing you but not once did he stop, the lack of oxygen would never stop him from kissing you.
The tips of your fingers dug deeper into his shoulder causing him to let out a loan groan at the feel. If there was one thing he was sure of, it was how badly he wants to make you his.
Jayâs arms loosened around your body enough to make his hands land on your hips to carefully guide your body deeper into his home that now always welcomes you in.
You allowed yourself to melt in his embrace. Every touch felt like fire against your skin, your arms flailed to wrap around his neck making sure not even for a second did his lip ever leave yours. Your teasing fingertips entangled in his hair.
Jay bit your lip to keep himself silent through the dizzy feeling of your tugs. The moment you reached his bedroom, the door closed shut as he quickly pushed you onto his bed, never detaching his mouth from yours.
His body slotted between your legs, as you wrapped around him. Holding him to keep him closeâdaring for him to get farther than just a few centimeters away only to drag him back in.
The feel of lightheadedness was finally catching up, through the few milliseconds that you both stopped to change positions were you able to properly breathe but it was taken away when Jay crashed his lips back onto yours.
The same repeated motions felt like an eternity that you never wanted to escape from. Jayâs hands holding your waist tightly while yours traveled playing with the back hairs loving how they run perfectly in between.
Jayâs been kissing you like a starved man who has been deprived of any sense of touch for so long which wasnât far from the truth. One final tug at your lips before the wave of air filled your lungs through a loud pant.
Gasping for air contrasted the pucker of your lips ushering more kisses. Jay let out a deep chuckle, his thumb rubbing at your sides now planting softer pecks on your lips with a side smile tugging at his lips.
âMoreâ Your voice slurred, âPleaseâ
Your breathless pleas only fueled him further. Who was he to deny your desperate pleas.
âTalk to me. What do you want, doll?â He hummed in the juncture of your neck, his mouth leaving feathering kisses in its wake
The simple nickname leads to the attempt to squish your legs together, forgetting how Jay rested in the middle. He caught your attempt and let out a chuckle.
âYou like being called doll or do you like the fact that youâre my doll? Which one is it, mhm?â An unexplainable courage taking over him that he couldnât remember why he didnât ask you out from the moment he knew what he wanted
You could feel the smirk radiating off of him and you rolled your eyes which didnât go unnoticed by him. He sucked in his teeth, his hand grabbing your chin with force to make you look at him.
âNow donât be a bratâ He tooted before letting out a smirk, âUse your big girl words, which is it?â
Already have succumbed to him and his words from the moment you saw him standing at your front door. âYour dollâ You softly said
Pleased with the words, he let go of your chin to capture your lips with his, the kiss softer than the first one. His hand gilded higher up your side. You moaned in the kiss, happy to feel his lips on yours again.
Your hands wrapped around his neck to keep him in place, âLet me spoil youâ He murmured, your lips grew in a smirk which he felt, his hand tightened on your waist as if in a warming
Pulling away with a heavy pant, you looked up to him with curious eyes which captivated him, âI spend a lot of money you knowâ You snapped your fingers, âJust like thatâŚâ Your voice becoming lower than the last
Jay let out a laugh, his head dropping, âWell can you waste my money as quickly as I earn it?â His head raised when he questioned you
You froze at the retaliation. You nervously gulped before letting out a shy smile. You shook your head. Jay hummed in satisfaction at the response before planting kisses at the side of your neck. âDidnât think soâ
Closing your eyes, you lose yourself in the sensation. Your body contorted with each of his feather kisses, you bit your lip loving each second of his mouth on your body.
While they moved lower and lower while his hands managed to slip under your shirt feeling your burning bare skin under his touch. You let out a louder gasp than intended when you felt his hand cup at your breast through your bra.
Your eyes shot open only to see Jay looking up to you with a gleam and smirk written all over his face. His hand dragged from under your shirt to your legs, his fingertips gliding until he reached the waist of your pants.
You let out a shaky breath, his eyes pleading for permission. You slowly nodded your head. âWhat a good girlâ He whispered the praise before dragging your pants down
The air caught in your throat but quickly noticing how he was leaving the sticky undergarment clinging to you, you stopped his hands from moving any further.
Jay immediately stopped and looked at you with worried eyes. He retracted his hands away and began to pull away but right when he was going to speak, you engulfed his hands to bring them back.
Stretching out his fingers, you looped them under to grab everything. Jay froze feeling the fabric of your underwear at his fingertips. He looked away with wide eyes to you but you gave a reassuring smile before allowing yourself to melt back into his bed.
âDonât be so shyâ You whispered loud enough for him to hear, he let out strained chuckle before nodding his head
He pulled down every piece of fabric in one motion. You unconsciously squished your legs together, âItâs okay. You donât have to do a single thing. Iâll take care of youâ He softly reassured as he pried open your knees to expose you to him
You closed your eyes shut while your hands fisted at his sheets. Jayâs eyes zeroed in on the glistening entrance that invited him to devour. Opening his mouth with a big breath, he went in and placed an open mouth kiss on your core.
You squealed and jumped from the contact but Jay hooked his arms under your legs before you could fully pull away from him. He groaned at the taste of your captivating arousal on his taste buds. His tongue glided over your folds lathering and mixing his saliva with your arousal.
âJong-Jayâ You breathlessly let out as one of your hands grabbed a fist full of hair, tugging at it while Jayâs mouth sucked and sucked practically all wetness from you
Jayâs groan vibrated from your core all the way to your head, infiltrating it with ease. No response to your calls of his name as he continued to lap at your pussy. Shivering with each kiss and suck, you let out a loud gasp when you felt the intrusion of his tongue teasing your gaping hole.
Jay immediately pulled away, the string of saliva connecting his mouth to your soaked smeared entrance, you nearly came to the scene.
âShhh, you have to be quiteâ He brought a single finger over his mouth, a smirk played on his mouth seeing the fading string on his lips, his finger glided over his swollen mouth
It collected all that was left over and Jay brought the finger into his mouth, tasting the lovely essence of you. He lightly hummed before bringing his finger out and gliding it over your mouth. âOpenâ The tone stern made you listen without hesitance
Seeing how easily you opened your mouth to welcome the singular finger in without any resistance had his pants grow tighter. Your tongue swirled around his finger, your eyes never letting go with his. He smirked wildly as he pushed his finger further down your throat.
A dark cloud consumed his mind. The rationality he tried to maintain drifted further away. You tried to take as much as you could, feeling how his fingers went further down.
âLooks like you can take stuff wellâ Jay sneered, a crazed looked in his eyes before you began choking on his finger, feeling the flesh reaching the back of your throat
Pulling his finger away, your mouth closed in on it, letting it out with a pop when his finger left the warmth of your mouth. His finger now covered in your saliva, he admired it.
Looking back at you only to see the wide hopeful eyes you stared at him with a loopy smile. âBeautifulâ He whispered softly to himself before lowering his head back down
Expecting or more like anticipating the feel of his mouth again, you let out a louder gasp at the slip of his two fingers into your gaping hole. âWas just calling to be filled. I couldnât ignore itâ Jay muttered breathlessly as your walls clenched around him, âI promised to take care of you, didnât I?â
âJ-Jayâ Your hand tried to grappled with his wrist but the drag of fingers near lying slipping out just to slip back him made you stop
Knuckles deep into you, he pulled out again just to shove them back in, repeating the same motion over and over again. The squelch of your arousal and the quiet pants let out, your mind became hazy quickly, âQuiet dollâ Jay whispered
Before you could retain a sense of awareness to respond, his mouth attached to your swollen begging bundle of nerves and the first suck made you let out a loud moan.
Your hand flew to cover your mouth and with wide eyes you stared at Jay who froze. The single beautiful noise he heard made him smile against you.
He looked to see you covering your mouth, worried filling your eyes. Your chest rising and dropping. His freehand traveled up to replace your hand with his own. His thumb stroked your cheek, a sharp look in his eyes.
Maintaining a good pace, his fingers pumped into your welcoming entrance, never forgetting to curl and scissor you open. You let your moans fall into his hand, muffled more and more, the more he pressed down harder.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head feeling the flick of his tongue on your clit as if it were the sweetest treat to ever exist. The stimulation made you shake and back arch just for him. Breathing as best as you could through your nose with each calculated and careful rub to the nerves had you fisting fisting at his hair while your legs wrapped around his head latching him onto your pussy.
âSo fucking sweetâ He murmured to your muffled moans, âGive it to me. Be a good girlâ He knew you were on the edge, the pulse of you around his fingers was the near indicator, sucking him more and deeper into you
âJayâ You wail in his mouth before lightly biting on his palm to keep quiet as best as you could, âJa-Jongseong!â You let out louder when suddenly a gush of release shot out of you as you came over his fingers with a tight clench that forced his fingers out of you
Jay moved his fingers over your folds encouraging more of your juices to be released as he slurped as much out of your leaking entrance as he could, not wanting a single thing to go to waste. His tongue only add more to your sensitivity as you body contorted even after it finally came to a stop, âHelping you outâ The kisses were only constant while your whines and heavy pants continued, combining together
He stopped with one final kiss before finally pulling away and releasing your mouth from his hand. Your mind trying to comprehend and come down from the new height of pleasure, you let out a loud relieved sigh with a hidden shudder of satisfaction.
Seeing his smeared cover chin and loopy smile he had on his face made your chest flutter, âYou okay there?â Jay lightly chuckled at your weak nod, âBig girl words doll. You know how to use themâ Jay rose to hover above you
âFuck me Jayâ
Jay smirked letting out a hiss âWasted no time and used such nasty wordsâ
âThink you can be quiet for me?â Jay hummed trickled down your mind straight to your pulsating hole waiting to be filled
Nodding your head quickly and covering your mouth with your own hands made Jayâs lips tug to the side in pleasure. Jay fumbled with his belt, his eyes never leaving your lingering one and managed to free himself from the restraints of his pants with a strained sigh.
Your eyes widened zeroing in on the prominent bulge that was daring to burst any second, âLet me help youâ He whispered replacing your hand with his
Titling his head to the side admiring the scene beneath him. Sprawled onto his messed up sheets that heâll have to change after this, a daze filled look in your eye and his hand lightly covering your mouth.
Jay used his freehand as best as he could to free his raging hard-on thatâs been deprived for many years. Your eyes watched his every move to see how his cock sprung against his abdomen, having your jaw drop. A very much leaking tip and small twitches at the freedom and something that was bigâvery big.
He felt the slack of your mouth and chuckled to himself feeling the pride swell his chest. âWhatâs wrong doll?â He murmured when removing his hand waiting for some type of response
Your mouth opened and closed trying to form some type of articulating thought but nothing came out. âThink you can handle all of it? Can you think of taking me all in here mhmm?â Jayâs hand rubbed over your stomach in a slow manner
âThink you can be a good girl and stay quiet while I fuck you senseless?â
You were able to feel the thumping against your chest that you feared he would be able to hear. You donât think in your wildest dreams would you be able to take someone like Jay. Yet, now in your wildest reality, youâll tryâwell more like you will.
You tugged at Jayâs forearm whilst maintaining eye contact with him. The soft tug at your bottom lip as you threaded his hand to cover your mouth. You nodded your head as your eyes looked at him with greed. âWhy donât you find out?â
To your shock, Jay softly tugged his arm away from your hold. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he tapped at your leg, âTurn aroundâ
Seeming getting used to your jaw falling slack, you looked at him in shock but didnât hear an ounce of sputter in his tone. Not wanting to risk being left all hot and bothered even though you knew Jay wouldnât dare. You were not testing his patience today.
With a harsh gulp, you flipped your body over. Jayâs hands hovering over your hips before tugging them up before you could fully lay them onto his bed. Your upper body pressed into the mattress, feeling the messed up sheets sticking to the side of your face.
Your hands fisted at the sheets at the new exposure you had for him while your cheeks burned in shyness. He rubbed your hips in awe, pulling one of your cheeks to the side to get a glimpse of the arousal covered crevice. âIs this all for me doll?â
âA-All for you. Just youâ
His other hand grabbed the heft into his palm before aligning at your entrance. âRemember to keep quietâ He reminded, âTake a nice big deep breath for meâ
You followed his instructions but before you could fully respond you felt the larger intrusion of his tip to your gaping hole making you silently gasp. The stretch compared to nothing youâve ever felt before and would possibly never.
âFuckâ You breathlessly let out as Jay continued to sink himself deeper
Jay tried his best to not ram himself entirely into the delicious confinement you provided but it called for himâwhile sucking and welcoming him inside.
âS-shit taking me so goodâ He muttered as quietly as he could, âCould stay inside you foreverâ
You felt like you were being split in half just by his cock alone. Your ragged breaths followed after another trying to remember Jayâs advice and not get lost in the sensation.
You peered over your shoulder as best as you could to see how Jayâs looked to where he entered you. The sheer consecration and control made your mind stutter.
Without a warning, in a single thrust, your body jolted forward and you felt full. You gasped loudly, the sheets crumbling more under your clamped hands and body. Your lip shivered as you tried to keep your noises to a minimum.
âJ-Jayâ Your voice cracked trying to get adjusted to your walls being so stretched out by him
âItâs okay, I got youâ His reassurance filled your chest with warmth, taking a few breaths to regulate your body, you weakly nodded your head as you dug your head into the mattress to muffle yourself, âSo good for meâ He uttered softly tracing your back
Moving his hips once, he quickly got lost in the sense of you wrapped around him. His thrust left you nearly empty only to be filled the next second. Each precise move was calculated to each maximum pleasure possible for you. Nearly able to feel his tip already hitting deep to your g-spot, poking to your insides in a teasing manner.
Your muffled moans fueled Jay further to the edge. He gripped at your hips, his slow pace now picking up only slightly. You were taking all of him and he never felt prouder. âTaking me like such a good girl, so damn proud of youâ
Feeling like your head was submerged in water, you relished in his praise. The senses that were always on high alert whenever he was around came crumbling down and became filled with him.
âF-for youâ You blabbed against the sheets and Jay managed to hear it making him tap at your lower back as he carefully placed his body onto of yours to melt as one
Each thrust led you further into the mattress, your mouth opened leaving small moans in its wake, leaving your mind blank to only focus on the fulfillment you had inside.
Turning your head to the side, you let out whined filled pants. âTake it doll- Not a fucking soundâ Jay grunted darkly into your ear
Your mind tried to recall the words just said to you. But deeper and stronger was the desire to let Jay know how he was making you feel. Feeling you clamp around him harder and the silent pants soon became quiet moans.
âT-Too good. âm sorryâ You mewled as he continued to thrust into you, âSo good, can-canât help itâ Your body meshed as he continued
You took a loud deep breath while a whine rumbled out of your chest when he suddenly stopped his thrust, âAs much as I would love to hear youâ Jayâs sudden harsh thrust caught you off guard with a yelp, âYou need to be quietâ Each word followed by another harsh thrust that touched nearly every thing imaginable inside of you
Your broken wails were muffled by the bedding once again. Seeing the recoil of when he and you meet only fueled a carnal desire in him more. âGonna breed your sweet pussy dollâ
âYouâll be so full of meâŚWill you like that?â Jay grunts having the calculated thrust embodied your mind and body just for him
His words added to the fire that was consuming your body whole. You nodded your head roughly. âRemember what I said. Big girl wordsâ Jayâs voice lulled into your ear, âWant me to fill you up thatâll you feel it inside of you? Until itâs moving around in you with each step you take?â
The obscene noises only grew louder against his bed as you tried to form a proper sentence to please Jay. âY-yesâ You pleaded as best as you could, âPlease Ja-Jayâ
âWhatever you ask for dollâ Jay snapped his hips harsher, as you clawed at the sheets for support, âTaking me so fucking good- Bet youâll take everything I give youâ
You weakly nodded your head, âWill- F-For youâ You murmured
His thrust grew frantic and irregular, his constant grunts filled your ears. The more you clamped around him, not daring to let him go of the welcoming embrace you had around him drew him nearer his organsm.
âDoinâ so good for meâ His hand held onto your body when he felt you tightened as you let out the loudest moan of the night as you came all over his cock
Your body shivered as you entered a state of pure bliss. âTake it- Just a little more for me- Câmon dollâ His praises slipped passed your gaze and deep into your heart making the clench you had on Jay limit his range of motion but it was enough to have him snap and paint your pink velvet walls white of him.
A low groan slipped his mouth as he halted his thrust to properly fill you to the brim just like how he promised. He watched how you pulsed around him but none of the cum dared to fall out as you took everything he split into you.
Jayâs chest rose up and down, softly pulling out his semi hard cock out of you hearing the small hiss you let out at the sudden emptiness. Your body laid face first on his bed, your body rising and falling with each heavy pant. He smiled softly as he helped you turn your body around to face him.
There he realized his biggest mistake as he saw you masked in an afterglow. Your mouth was slack slightly opened, quiet whines fell out every now and then, your half lidded eyes staring up at him.
His eyes traveled to where he once was inside of you to see the few clumps of cum that spilled out. He cooed before quickly scooping whatever he could to sleek it over your folds before pushing it back in where he left it.
You whined loudly and slightly jolted at your sensitivity being tested when his fingers entered you again. âYou did so good for me- Such a good girl for me fuck⌠Iâm so proud of youâ Jay planted a messy peck against your cheek, âLetâs get you cleaned upâ He whispered
As he was going to remove his fingers out of you, you consciously tightened around them. You lazily shook your head unable to articulate proper sentences that wouldnât lead you back on his cock again which ultimately failed, âWant your cockâ You slurred catching Jay off guard as he let out a strained cough
âWha-What was that doll?â
âI want your cock again sirâ
Like a switch went off in his head. Jayâs demeanor changed. Never knowing the single usage of sir could alter his mind forever. Instantly needing to give you moreâmore than anything you could ever ask for, wanting to spoil you rotten until you grow sick and tired of him.
He needs to fill you up until you possibly couldnât hold any more of his cum in you. Softly prying your legs open, he aligned himself at your entrance again gaining your attention at how he easily complied to your request. âNo need to ask me twice dollâ
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The faint bristle of wind coming in through the slightly ajared window, the direct sunlight shining through caused Jayâs face to flinch before groggily opening his eyes with a low groan.
Normally, his daughter jumps on his bed to wake him from dreamless sleep during the weekends. Yet, it was different this time. He managed to wake up on his own to no ruckus but instead a peaceful morning.
Attempting to stretch out his limbs to release some of the tension and drowsiness from it, he stops when he hears the muffled grumbles and faint sound of crinkling sheets. Tilting his head to the side, there he saw you and his daughter basked in the sunlight right next to him.
His daughter coddled in between while you laid against his numb arm, both sound asleep. He fondly smiled to himself before placing soft kisses on each of your foreheads, careful to not stir either of you awake. This was all he could have ever dreamed of.
âMy beautiful girlsâ
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How the Hashira men react to your neighbor asking you to be quiet
Characters: Tengen, Sanemi, Rengoku, Obanai, Gyomei, Giyuu,
Additional shit: Swearing, Sanemi fighting said neighbor, Rengoku being blunt, mentions of sex, ooc mot likely :p
Tengen
He couldn't care less
His whole thing is being flashy and loud so he wants you to be loud
Like it's not his fault that dick is magical
After he shoos your neighbor away he makes sure to be as loud as possible that night
He's pounding into your cunt and you swear your gonna break when he whispers "okay now scream exactly how big my dick is. Don't forget the tip color-"
He gets cut off by you hitting him with the pillow
Way to ruin the mood
But that doesn't stop him and instead he goes harder, making sure the bed creaks loud ASF for your neighbor
"Not my fault he doesn't know how to please a woman." Is his main reason for doing so
He really wants you to scream his name so it's imbedded in your neighbors head
"Morning N/N!" Him to your neighbor from the balcony while your trying to get out of bed and failing
"Actually die." Both you and your neighbor to Tengen
Sanemi
Cares alot
Why the fuck is that limp dick biscuit talking to you and him? Who does he think he is?
You were the one who broke the news to him thankfully cause if Sanemi was the one who opened the door then you'd have to see your husband through glass in a prison
Just kidding. The Slayer corp would get him out of trouble if he didn't do it himself.
Anyways
Sanemi made it his goal to piss your neighbor off as much as possible
Your under him, practically creaming on his cock, and he's slamming the wall yelling "This loud enough yet?! Huh!?"
Not kidding I can see him doing that
He quite literally had you against a window where your neighbors could see him destroying you just to make them mad or uncomfortable, hopefully both.
But then he'd get pissed someone else would see you all naked and fucked out so he settled for the wall next to the window
One day your neighbor, finally having enough, bangs on your door yelling and guess who opens it...Sanemi!!
Good Lord was he waiting for this
It took one punch and the guy was out
Kinda what happens when you put a normal dude against a guy who kills demons for a living
Rengoku
He's a good neutral between caring and not caring
Like he doesn't wanna make your neighbors mad but he also loves hearing your screams
So he tries to keep you quiet during sex but fails since he gets to into it to give a fuck
The next days his loud ass voice wakes you up
"IM SORRY FOR MAKING INCREDIBLE LOVE TO MY WIFE!" He's not being sarcastic thats his genuine apology
Your facepalming and you want to die when you see your neighbor and she can't look at you
"PERHAPS SHES MAD BECAUSE HER HUSBAND CANNOT PLEASE HER!" Rengoku says casually and you know she can hear you from outside in her garden
"Inside voices!" You place your hands over his mouth to try and shut him up.
It works for a bit before he's yelling again
You love your husband but holy shit you wish he would speak normally sometimes
He's actually quiet in bed though
So your the problem (real)
Obanai
I'm not an Obanai fan so forgive me for how bad his section will be
Obanai is a quiet mf, and you're not even that loud
It's your neighbor who was the problem
A little old man whose hearing aids apparently had the power of 67 suns
You and Obanai found this out when he was outside training and your neighbor came over
He was so sweet and polite and even chuckled at Obanai's redness
Obanai cared at first but got over it
You? You make sure to not make a PEEP in bed
Okay that pisses Obanai off but he understands your reasons
At least make a gasp or sum cause he's over here like "Wait does this feel good? Can she feel it? Did I forget where the clit is?"
Brother is STRESSING
Then you cum and he's like "ah"
Then he's like "Did you take it?"
You have to keep yourself from murdering him cause how tf would you fake squirting
Gyomei
Babe I'm not gonna lie, you're a screamer
Gyomei is built like a house and your telling me your just gonna whine and whimper?
NO
Your over here crying and screaming into his chest, neck, the pillow, anything.
And Gyomei loves it!
He can't see your reactions so hearing and feeling them let's him know he's doing good
Gyomei isn't loud but he's not quiet
He'll grunt and moan and praise you, but he's not gonna cry out.
Well he'll cry but you can never tell from what
When the pussy so good you start crying đđ
When your neighbor politely asked you to be a tad bit quieter Gyomei actually laughed
Not in a 'nah we'll keep being loud' way but more of a 'sorry we'll be quiet' way. He also found it hilarious how you actually died of embarrassment.
Don't worry he thinks its endearing
Yet it was kinda hard for him since he enjoyed hearing you
But your touches and now quieter moans made that better
And then there's also you literally drawing blood from his back you were scratching so hard
Giyuu
Holy shit you have never seen him so embarrassed
Like you could shade match his Haori to him and get the exact same color
He was the one your neighbor told and he stopped working when 'loud' and 'moaning' left their lips
If a demon doesn't kill him then his own actions will
Giyuu isn't loud, and he loves that he can make you feel so good that your loud for him.
But he didn't want your neighbor back over at your house so he tried to keep you quiet
You were super confused when he held his hand over your mouth in bed and he just pointed to your neighbors house. Then you got it.
So you nod and try to keep quiet.
You know in school when the teacher tells you and a friend to shut up but they look at you funny and you break?
Yeah that was you
You were riding Giyuu one night and you were loud so he was like "holy shit I love you but please- I can't look our neighbor in the eyes anymore."
And you couldn't help but laugh
Like howling
You calmed down obviously but sex was very giggle filled after that
You've never seen Giyuu so panicked
But give him a week and he'll stop caring
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Deliverance
summary: following your nephew's death, you find aemond in need of comfort. as his older sister, who are you to deny him?
pairing: aemond targaryen x sister!reader
warnings: mature/explicit, 18+ (minors dni!), no use of y/n, afab reader, canon typical incest, mentioned canon death, infidelity technically but reader's husband is cool with it and understands that she comes from a weirdo family cough cough incest cough, lactation kink, hurt/comfort, piv sex, unprotected sex, cockwarming, titty sucking, angst but happy ending, otto cameo ew, let me know if i missed anything!
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a/n: *slams fist on table* i need for him to suck on my boobie
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âShall I fetch Maester Orwyle once we return to your chambers, Princess?â Your handmaiden, Edyth, questions as the two of you make your way up one of the many winding staircases in the Red Keep â each step making you wince.Â
âYes, please,â you sigh, ever grateful that she had always seemed to have a knack for predicting your requests before you had the chance to voice them, âPerhaps tell him to prepare some of the same soothing balm he gave to Helaena?âÂ
âOf course, Princess,â Edyth nods, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips, ever the optimist, âI believe it should help with your aches, I remember it seemed to help the Queen afterâŚâ She trails off, breath hitching in her throat.
A heavy silence seems to fall over the two of you, the same that had been blanketing the entirety of the palace for the past few days. You swallow thickly, battling against the lump suddenly growing at the back of your throat and merely nod your head in simple understanding, offering her a tight-lipped smile, âIâm sure it will be of great help, Edyth, thank you.âÂ
Ever since⌠it had happened, the Red Keep feels as if itâs made of eggshells, like one small gust of wind could knock it right over. Everyoneâs so on edge, terrified of saying too much or too little, the wrong thing at the wrong time. The stress of it all seems nearly suffocating, though you still have a feeling the worst was yet to come.Â
Suddenly, someone calls your name from behind you and you turn, smiling once you see your grandsire striding toward you.
âA raven arrived earlier from Gwayne,â Otto explains, deep voice carrying down the empty hallway, âHeâs reached Oldtown safely, everything seems to be well there.â
âOh, wonderful,â you nod, grateful for news of your husband.
âIndeed,â he continues, âDaeron seems to be in good spirits, happy to come home; theyâre to depart tomorrow, as scheduled⌠forgive me, I meant to tell you before supper but it seems to have slipped my mind.â
âEverything has been so hectic of late, please donât trouble yourself. He arrived safely and will be back all the sooner for it, that is what matters.â
âOf course,â Otto nods, glancing out a nearby window, âIf youâll excuse me, Iâve been ordered to attend to His Grace,â he says gruffly, a wry smile on his lips, nodding in the direction of Aegonâs chambers.
You nod at the mention of your twin, brows pinching together with worry. âBe⌠patient with him, grandsire, please,â you beseech, chest heaving with a soft sigh, âI spoke with him earlier this morning, heâs⌠well, heâs not himself.â
âAre any of us anymore, I wonder,â Otto mutters, fixing you with a tight smile before taking his leave, striding quickly down the hallway. Your brows furrow at that, you canât help but throw Edyth a questioning look before the two of you continue toward your chambers.Â
âSeven Hells,â you grumble, quickly bringing a hand to your breast as you climb another, blessedly shorter, set of stairs, âPerhaps check the nursery first, yes? Daena may be stirring stillâŚâ You know better, even as the words leave your lips.Â
Your daughter has finally begun sleeping soundly through the night recently and while that is cause for celebration, you certainly wonât miss the past eight moons of late night feedings, your poor breasts are paying the price â your body not yet caught up with the lessened need for milk.Â
âYes, Princess,â Edyth replies with a little nod, walking alongside you.
The two of you are almost at your chambers, finally turning onto the hallway where the family apartments are housed, when you hear it â a muffled, barely there cry. The sound makes you pause in your tracks, head swiveling, unsure of exactly where it came from and itâs then you notice that the door to Aemondâs chambers is ajar.Â
That in and of itself is strange indeed, your little brother valued privacy above all else, so you stride over only to pause at the entrance, hand poised midair as you reach for the door handle. Your heart clenches when another soft sob pierces the quiet of the hallway â a mournful little noise, one youâd expect more from Aegon.Â
Turning back to Edyth, you lead her a few feet from the door, knowing Aemond would hate it if he knew someone, anyone aside from you, had overheard him. âGo to the nursery,â you instruct, making sure to keep your voice low, âMake sure Daena is well, then youâre free for the evening.âÂ
âBut, princess, what about ââ
âNevermind it,â you murmur with a shake of your head, âIâll send for the maester later myself.â
With a nod, she scampers off further down the hallway, leaving you alone by your brotherâs door. Stepping back over toward the threshold, you bite at your bottom lip, wondering if you should go in at all â if it would be more merciful to simply pretend you hadnât heard anything at all.Â
But then it happens again, another pitiful sob sounds from beyond the cracked door and youâre unable to help yourself â Aemond had always come to you with his troubles when he was younger, surely now would be no different. With a little breath, you push the door open just enough to slip through it and thank whichever Gods may be listening when youâre able to press it closed with hardly a sound.Â
Peeking around the screen your brother has beside the door, it feels as if your heart shatters in your chest. He looks so⌠small, so fragile, the complete opposite of the towering, formidable man heâd become in recent years. Itâs clear he didnât hear you come in as he stays seated in a chair near the door, his back to you; his shoulders shake with gentle cries while he hunches over, head cradled in his hands.Â
The disarray of his normally spotless chambers startles you once you let your eyes flit over the space â papers are strewn about all across the low table he keeps in the little sitting area, some scattered across the floor, crumpled up, or ripped to pieces. His bedsheets are halfway ripped from the bed and lie in a pool at its foot, along with the remnants of a candle, now merely a translucent puddle on the dark stone floor.Â
Taking a step forward, you softly call his name, trying your hardest to keep your voice as low and soft as possible, though youâre hardly able to get the first syllable out before he bolts up from the chair with a strangled gasp and spins toward you.Â
âOh, Aem,â the words fall past your lips in a soft sigh, pulled from you by the startled expression on his face â eyes wide with the fear of being caught so vulnerable. His sapphire eye seems to sparkle with just as much emotion as his pale purple one.Â
âSister, I ââ He starts, hastily wiping his hands over his cheeks, chest heaving while he tries to calm his harsh breaths, but youâll have none of that.
âShh, whatever excuses you have, Iâll not hear them,â you murmur, quickly walking the few feet over to him and enveloping him in a tight embrace, just as you used to do when he would come crying to you about the tortures Aegon or your nephews put him through in their youth.
Your brother stays stiff in your arms for a moment, tense and wary, though he slowly relaxes as you rub a hand over his back, smoothing out his long hair. You yourself relax once he finally winds his long arms around you and rests his chin on your shoulder with a soft sigh, the tension in his shoulders finally releasing.Â
âTell me what distresses you so?â
âI⌠Jaeâ the boy,â he stammers, stumbling over his name. You understand, just saying your little nephewâs name seems to somehow make the pain of the loss even worse. Yet, something in your gut tells you thereâs something else going on, that Jaehaerysâs death is not the only thing causing your brother such anguish.
âAemondâŚâ you gently press, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek as you pull back just enough to meet his gaze, âI cannot help if you wonât tell meââ
âTell you what?â He counters, tone growing too defensive too quickly, âMy nephewâs death brings me sorrow, sister. The loss of a young child is a⌠distressing thing.â
âYou know thatâs not what I mean!â You counter, trying desperately to keep your voice calm, even when Aemond backs away from you with an exasperated sigh. Youâre no stranger to this game â ever since he lost his eye, your brother has guarded his emotions carefully. Getting him to speak honestly about them was about as hard as keeping a bottle of Dornish wine from Aegonâs grasp.Â
He gives you a sidelong glance as he paces about the room, lips pressed into a thin line, jaw clenched. Worry only blooms brighter in your chest the longer you watch him; so agitated and so guarded, closed off like an abused animal.Â
âIt⌠itâs nothing,â he mumbles finally, voice short and clipped, âNothing important, sister, I assure you.â
Unconsciously, you wring your hands worriedly, heart clenching; you want nothing more than to reach out and comfort him, yet you know from experience that it was better to let Aemond come to you.Â
âWell, surely it cannot be nothing if it has upset you so, sweetling.âÂ
His nervous pacing comes to a screeching halt at that and he squeezes his eye shut, fists clenched at his side â his whole body tense like heâs trying desperately to keep some invisible dam within himself closed.Â
You reach a hand up instinctively when he bites at his bottom lip and turns his head away from you, shoulders shaking with silent sobs. âIâ,â he croaks, the tightness in his voice makes your breath hitch in your throat; every maternal cell in your body is screaming at you, pleading with you to hold him, âI donât w-wish to burden you.â
âBaby brother,â you sigh, finally going to him, practically running the few feet over to where he stands. Your arms encircle him instantly, pulling him into a tight embrace â one hand rubs over his back while the other cups the back of his head, holding his face against the crook of your neck, âYou could never be a burden to me, never.â
That seems to break him and he gasps, breathing warm against your neck, before he finally lets go and his shoulders heave with sobs while his hands cling to you desperately, fisting into the fabric of your gown like heâs afraid youâll disappear. A tightness grows at the back of your own throat, not used to seeing him be this raw, this open, in what feels like lifetimes. It breaks your heart to think heâd been holding all of this in, determined to be the strong, silent soldier like everyone expected, while he dealt with such sadness all alone.Â
âShh, shh, Aemond, youâre okay,â you murmur gently, eyes widening when he sags against you, his knees giving way only for a second. âHere, come,â you instruct, taking one of his hands in yours and leading him to the small seating area in his chambers. You urge him to sit on the sofa he has there before joining him yourself, a bit surprised when he all but throws himself against you again â practically laying his head in your lap as he sobs, cheek pressed against your chest in a way that makes you wince from the tenderness still there, not that youâd ever scold him for it.Â
âThere, thatâs much better, hm? Comfortable?â You ask, simply trying to draw him back to the surface.Â
He doesnât reply, something that doesnât really come as a shock to you given how harsh his cries are, leaving him breathless against you. Deciding to let him get it out, you stay quiet, merely shushing him every so often as you run your fingers through his pearlescent hair.
After a long while, he seems to settle some and tears begin running down his cheeks silently rather than racking his body with savage cries; he lifts his head from your lap and rests it instead against your shoulder, gazing up at you as if youâre an angel sent from the heavens themselves. The intense tenderness with which he looks at you makes you blush, yet your brows furrow slightly at the darkness still there â lingering in the lilac of his eye.Â
âI have⌠I have done something terrible.â
Your brother's murmured confession only serves to confuse you further and you shake your head slightly, heart clenching in your chest as you silently wonder what in all the Seven Kingdoms he could possibly mean by that.Â
âAemond,â you start, knowing not to pry â to let him tell you, âThere is nothing you could ever do that would make me think any less of you.â
He stares up at you for a long moment, eye flicking across your face like heâs checking for even the barest hint of deception, yet he finds none â your words are true.Â
âYou⌠promise me you will not hate me.â
âI promise, sweet brother,â your brows pinch together at his words, wondering what could possibly be bad enough for all this, yet you canât stop the corners of your lips from quirking into a sad smile at his request; that uncertain lilt in his voice reminds you so much of when he was younger, âThereâs nothing you could do that would make me hate you. Nothing.â
âIâŚâ He starts, pulling away from you as he sits up, sparing you one last glance before staring off into the fireplace, âI am the⌠the reason Jaehaerys is dead.â
âWhat?â The word is pressed from you, leaving your lips as little more than a breath. You stare at him as if heâd sprouted a second head, utterly perplexed. How in the Seven Hells could he have ever arrived at that conclusion? Taking one of his hands in yours, you lean a little closer, âSweetling, what in the world do you mean?â
âThey were here for me,â Aemond rasps, wincing as if the words themselves are painful, clawing at his throat on their way out, âThey were⌠Gods, they were sent for me and â and when they couldnât find me, they⌠H-He died because I was not here, because they could not f-find meâŚâ
âOh, my love,â you sigh, the backs of your eyes stinging as he presses himself against you again, tucking his head into the crook of your neck, âAemond, you couldnât have known, none of us did. You couldnât have knownâŚâ You repeat, like saying the words again and again will make him believe them.Â
âI s-should have,â he whimpers, voice breaking over a sob, âI shouldâve k-known, I shâshouldâve been hereâŚâ
You hold him tightly, practically hauling him onto your lap as his tears leak over your skin, running into the valley of your cleavage like a river, though you pay it no mind. âShh, sweetling, shh,â you murmur and press a soft kiss to his forehead, âItâs not your fault, dear one, itâs no oneâs fault but the vile men who took him and our⌠our coward of a sister who ordered it done.â
He stays silent for a moment and you can feel the gears in his brain turning, working furiously as he tries to internalize your words, wanting desperately to believe them but unable to let himself. You sigh softly when you feel him shake his head against you, so determined to cling to guilt.Â
âIf⌠if I had n-not been at theâŚâÂ
âAt the where, brother?â You press, clinging to anything you may be able to use to shift the conversation.Â
â...The brothelâŚâ he mumbles after a long pause, the words so muffled against the column of your neck that you have to strain to hear them. His words shock you, the complete opposite of anything youâd been expecting. You try your hardest not to let that show, even as a strange sense of jealousy wells up within you â a sense of possessiveness youâve always felt for your little brother.
âWell, you⌠you are a man grown, my love,â you heart hammers in your chest, loud enough that you wonder if he can hear it, âIf you wish to lay withââ
âI didnât⌠Iââ He stammers, clinging to you tightly as he shakes his head, an urgency in his voice you canât quite place, âThatâs not what, I⌠I mean, Iââ
âNo matter,â you cut him off, aching to see him so distressed, âWhatever you do there, sweet brother, itâs your⌠right to do it.â You struggle to get the words out, the sense of protectiveness rising viciously in your chest makes your throat feel tight.Â
He lifts his head from your shoulder again and eyes you for a long moment â for what, you arenât sure. Itâs almost like heâs surprised not to be meant with disgust or contempt; you wish you knew why.
âIt doesnât matter,â he finally mumbles, glancing away from you, ashamed, âI shouldâve been home⌠I shouldâve been here to protect my family.â
âAemond, please,â you sigh and sit up slightly, moving to cup his cheeks in your hands, wiping at his tears with your thumb, âIt is not your job to protect us, we have guards for a reason⌠if anything, this atrocity is their fault but it is not yours, do you understand?â Your eyes bore into his as you speak, desperate to make him understand, to rid him of this misplaced guilt.Â
âDo⌠do you still love me?â He asks after a long moment, voice so timid, so meek like heâs already preparing himself for your rejection, that it makes your heart twist horribly in your chest.Â
Still, you cannot help but huff out a little laugh, lips lifting into a sad smile at the utter ridiculousness of the question. âYou are my dearest brother,â you murmur, leaning forward to press a kiss against his forehead, letting your lips linger on his skin for a second, âOf course, I still love you, Aemond. I have loved you from the moment you came into this world and I shall never, never stop â the Gods themselves could not make me.â
The two of you are quiet for a moment, save for a small hum from your brother as he nods. His arms encircle you again and selfishly, you enjoy it â being this close to him again, like he was a little boy once more. Heâd been all but attached to you at the hip before that dreadful night, following you about the Keep and telling you all sorts of tales about various histories of the Realm in that sweet voice of his.Â
All of that had stopped that night and, at first, you had assumed that he merely thought himself a man grown afterwards â a man who had finally claimed a dragon, a man who no longer needed comfort from an older sibling. The sadness in his voice when he speaks again, muffled against your shoulder, tells you otherwise.
âMother doesnât love me anymore,â his voice is flat and detached as he breathes out the words, like heâs informing you of some tragic, unavoidable accident.Â
âAem, of course she does. She loves you veryââ
âNo,â he cuts you off, sitting up once more and shaking his head, âEver since that business with Luke, I⌠she can hardly bring herself to look at me. She wonât speak to me outside of Small Council meetings and even then she tries not to, âtis plain to see.â
You open your mouth to say something, anything, but nothing comes, leaving you to swallow around the lump that grows at the back of your throat once again. What are you to say? Heâs⌠Gods, bless him, heâs right, youâve seen as much to know.Â
âYou are the only one who has never abandoned me,â he starts, eye sparkling in the candlelight as tears begin welling up within it once more, âEveryone else has left.â
âThatâs notâŚâ Your voice fades as you sigh, knowing that arguing with him now will do no good. Instead, you simply hold him tighter and brush a few stray locks of hair from his face. âI can promise that I shall never leave you, sweet brother.â
He grows quiet for a moment, slumping down against you until his head rests in your lap and his body curls up onto the sofa. Silently, you resist the urge to cradle him, to hold him against you as you do Daena when she wakes from a nap with a start, crying out from her cradle.Â
He is a grown man, you remind yourself, yet it does nothing to stop the strange ache in your heart.Â
âThey all used to taunt me, surely you remember, when we were younger,â he mumbles, eye fixated on the fire crackling in the hearth, even as he clings to you, âFirst for not having a dragon, then for not having an eye.â
You hum in affirmation â you do remember it, sadly. You remember it all very well; he had slept in your chambers for a week after the incident with the pig, not wanting to be left alone at night with the memories of it. You remember having to hold him back at the table when Aegon had poked fun at his eyepatch during supper, about a month after his eye had been gouged out.Â
You remember that night too, when heâd come to you with tearful apologies, murmuring sorries again and again for accidentally nicking your hand while trying to brandish a knife against his brother.Â
âI have always been an outcast.â
A smile tugs at the corners of your lips despite the circumstances and you sigh softly, brushing your fingers through his long strands of hair, âI quite like you being different⌠perhaps if you werenât, we wouldnât be as close, hm?â
Aemond goes quiet at that, stills in your lap with a little sigh before simply burrowing against you even more, curling in on himself tighter.Â
A soft coo leaves your lips, strands of his long hair passing between your fingers like silk. âWhat say you stay with me tonight, yes?â You offer, the thought of him in the dark carrying all this alone grief makes you feel ill, âWe could even cuddle, if you like? Just as we did when you were younger.â
A short beat of silence later, all you get is a little, âYes, please,â mumbled against your abdomen.Â
âI donât deserve you,â he murmurs later, the two of you finally lying together atop your bed, cuddled closely against one another just as youâd promised. Youâd each taken time to get ready for bed and Aemond seems a little better for it, no longer as distressed and teary now that heâs had the time to collect himself.Â
Your hand carefully cups the side of his face that isnât pressed against your pillow, that isnât buried in the crook of your neck, as an astonished huff of laughter escapes your lips as they curve into a sad smile, your brows furrowed. âWhy in the world would you think such things?â Even as the question is whispered into the quiet of your chambers, you know the answer â Aemond has always been this way, always one to reject comfort, even when it is so freely given, even when he himself seeks it out.Â
If only he could see himself as you do.Â
âI⌠I have done so many shameful things, sister, IâŚâ His voice breaks when he cuts himself off and you can feel him tense in your hold, ââTis the simple truth, I donât deserve you.â
You hum softly, combing your fingers through his hair while you mull over his words, silently wondering why he has always been like this â why you have always felt so unworthy of softness and kindness and love.Â
âWell, it is not my truth,â you murmur after a moment, eyes flicking over the long line of his body, hidden by your silken bedsheets. In the time each of you had taken to ready yourselves for bed, you had changed into a nightgown and he into a simple nightshirt, leaving your bare legs to tangle together, âWould you like to know what I think, my love?â
You feel him inhale against the crook of your neck, sucking in air like heâs steeling himself for disappointment, yet he still lifts his head and peers up at you. His lilac eye searches your face for a long moment, looking for even the smallest indication of displeasure in your features, only to find none.Â
Seemingly satisfied with his assessment, assured that surely whatever you were to say would not hurt him too badly, he nods.Â
Sitting up just enough to better see his face, you look at him with nothing but adoration as the two of you rest shoulder to shoulder, backs against the headboard. âI believe you deserve every kindness in the world, Aemond. And I believe even that would be too little,â your voice is hardly a whisper when you speak, like this is the deepest of secrets meant only for his ears, âYou deserve nothing but happiness, sweet baby brother.â
He stares at you for a long moment, eye wide and glassy while his chest aches as your words seep into him like a soothing balm. You can see his Adamâs apple bob in his throat as he swallows, eye squeezing shut for a moment while he processes your words â so sweet they nearly stung.Â
A soft coo bubbles from your lips when you see his chest rise and fall rapidly beneath the linen of his nightshirt, and you lean into him all the more when one of his hands reaches out and grabs one of your own, squeezing it like itâs a lifeline.Â
âShh,â you soothe, giving him a sad smile when his eye finally opens again, gaze immediately finding yours, âSweet boy.â
He lets out a shuddering breath before looking away from you once again, mind reeling. Not knowing what to do, overcome with so much emotion his heart feels as if itâs adrift at sea, he brings your hand up and presses a soft kiss against your knuckles before holding it to his cheek and sucking in another little breath as his bottom lip trembles. âPlease donât ever leave me,â he whispers finally, voice tight and hoarse.Â
Cupping his face, you caress your thumb over the scar beneath his eye softly and lean over just enough to press a soft kiss against his cheek. âI will never leave you, Aemond, I swear it.â
He shudders once more before letting out a shaky breath, eye filled with a wild desperation. Before you can register the movement, his hands are suddenly gripping at your waist and hauling you onto his lap, your legs on either side of his, as he buries his face into the crook of your neck once more, apologies already muffled against your skin. âI-Iâm sorry, I â Gwayne will⌠will hate me but ââ
âShh, sh, sh, sweetling,â you murmur, despite the small, barely audible gasp that leaves you at the sudden movement, so wholly unused to this as half of you tries desperately to comfort you while the other half wonders if you should put a stop to this, âGwayne knows, my love, he⌠itâs okay, he knows.â
A sob is wrenched from Aemondâs lips, warm against your neck, but he nods nonetheless, sighing when you begin carding your fingers through his hair once more, smoothing out the long, pale strands. Slowly, he relaxes again, arms wound securely around your waist while his breath evens out.Â
Youâre about to say something else, though your breath hitches in your throat when he begins peppering your neck with soft, chaste little kisses â feather-light down the column of your neck. He stops after a second, noticing you tense up on his lap, eyes wide as a million thoughts swirl in your mind: Is this okay? Should you stop this? This is your precious baby brother, the one who used to cling to your skirts when he was sad, who used to come to you in the night when he woke from a nightmareâŚÂ
He leans forward once more and nips at your earlobe, making your heart stutter in your chest, âCan⌠can I try something?â
Your head reels at the sudden change in his touches, needier now, though for an entirely different reason, yet still your mind reels â piqued with curiosity. âWhat is it you wish to try?â You question after a moment, voice scratchy from the sudden dryness at the back of your throat.Â
Silently, Aemond relishes this; something about you, you his normally strong and carefree older sister, being this flustered because of him makes his heart flutter in his chest. Dipping his head, he resumes pressing soft kisses against your skin, though they linger now â teeth nipping before he soothes the small bites with a swipe of his tongue, drawing ever closer to the pulse point in your neck that beats so wildly he can feel it beneath your skin.Â
âAemond!â You all but wheeze when he suddenly grabs at your hips, his own firmly bucking up against you. A shock goes down your spine at the evidence of his arousal pressing against you, two thin layers of fabric doing precious little to mask the feel of it. Again, you tense up, practically jumping out of your skin as you pull back just enough to gaze down at him, your eyes wide, blinking rapidly, as they search his.Â
This was the last thing you expected tonight, the last thing youâd expect from him at all. âWha â IâŚâ You stammer, dumbstruck while worry and uncertainty cloud your mind.Â
Aemond shushes you now, long fingers squeezing at your bare thighs now that your nightgown has ridden up enough to reveal them. âItâs alright, itâs alright,â he murmurs, rubbing his thumbs soothingly against your skin, âDo you trust meâŚ?â
Your throat bobs as you swallow thickly, heart hammering in your chest. You should be the one comforting him⌠what in the Seven Hells has happened? Is⌠is this the comfort he needs now?
Even still, you nod your head at his question; of course you trust him, youâd trust him with anything⌠even this.Â
A smile grows on his lips when you acquiesce, a pleased glimmer in his eye when he lifts his hands to your hips again, his grip firmer this time. âGood⌠good, sweet sister,â he hums lowly, rutting his hips up against you once more, lilac eye watching you with keen interest.Â
âA-AemâŚâ You gasp once more, the feel of him against you so intense it sends a shiver down your spine, even when your brows furrow as your eyes flutter, threatening to slip shut. His movements press a small whimper from your lips and you can feel the sting in your cheeks as they flush, chest heaving while your hands grab tightly at his shoulders.Â
The smug look on his face slowly morphs into one of wonder and his eye flits over your face greedily, like he doesnât want to miss a single second of seeing you like this â already so strung out over him.Â
He moves again, the feeling of your soft core pressing against his growing length through the thin linen only serving to drive his urges further. âGods, you look so beautiful like thisâŚâ He murmurs, in awe at having you like this, and all to himself. Unable to help himself, he leans forward yet again and pulls you closer as his lips settle once more against your neck.Â
Instinctually, your head tilts to the side, giving him room to kiss over your skin. His movements against you cause you to shiver in his grasp, even if a small part of you was still uncertain, hoping this wouldnât change your relationship with him for the worse.Â
The slow grind of his hips causes his nightshirt to eventually ride up his legs as well, and you gasp anew, jumping once more when his length suddenly presses against your center, unhindered by fabric.Â
âFeel what you do to me?â He purrs, letting out a low groan of his own.Â
For a moment, all you can do is stare at him, lips parted ever so slightly while your chest heaves, silently wondering if this is truly happening. Almost imperceptibly, you nod your head, shuddering at the feeling of his cock pressed against you, already twitching.Â
âL-Little brother,â you gasp, breathless already.
Aemond smirks at your response, your whimpers and soft gasps going right to his head. He grabs at your waist still, bucking against you in slow, almost teasing movements. A low, pleased hum vibrates him in his chest when he feels how wet you are against him â the heat radiating from your center nearly stifling.Â
The longer this goes on, the more you can feel your resolve crumbling, any small bits left of you that wanted to put a stop to this slowly fading away. Distantly, you canât help wondering if this is how itâs always been meant to be, if this was the only logical conclusion your paths could reach, the outcome of such a close bond. Perhaps, you have always been made for this.Â
âAemond,â his name falls from your lips in a soft sigh and you finally lean against him heavily, pressing your chest against his unthinkingly. âShit!â You gasp only a second later, jolting as if stung by a bee, brought back to reality by the ache in your breasts.Â
âSister?â Aemond questions, freezing beneath you while he looks over your face, his hands rising to cup your cheeks protectively.Â
You start to answer, to explain, when you feel a sudden tingling sensation at your chest and, judging from the look on your brotherâs face, an explanation would be a moot point by now anyway.
âGods grant me mercy,â he sighs, eye wider than youâve ever seen it as he stares, near open-mouthed, at your chest. Glancing down, your cheeks flush at the sight of milk dampening the linen at your breasts, leaving it all but translucent.Â
Again, you go to explain, only to stop yourself in your tracks when his tongue darts out, licking over his bottom lip. Your head spins when you notice his chest heaving as he stares at you with a nearly savage hunger, eyes fixed on your breasts like his universe has been narrowed down to a pinpoint.Â
âAemond?â
âPlease,â he groans, swallowing thickly and licking over his lips once more, practically salivating. His eye flicks up to yours for only the briefest of seconds before zeroing in on your chest once more, âSweet⌠sweet sister, please.â
Again, the energy in the room seems to shift, Aemond once again begging you for comfort, bowing to your whims. Quickly, you shush him while one hand threads into his hair once more as you bring his head back against the crook of your neck, settling him there while he groans against your skin, rough hands slowly trailing up your waist before halting at your ribs.Â
Your other hand busies itself with snaking between the two of you and impatiently batting your clothes away before your fingers finally curl around his length, causing the both of you to let out soft cries.Â
âShh, sweetling,â you coo, chest heaving while you position him at your entrance, sighing as he desperately mouths at your neck, âI know what you need, Iâve got you.â
Again, twin moans fill your dimly lit chambers when you slowly sink down on him. Whimpers are punched from your lungs at the feel of him steadily filling you, his chest rumbling against yours as he groans deeply, hips jolting beneath you.Â
âGods,â you sigh when your hips are finally pressed tightly against his once more, panting and letting your eyes fall shut while you give yourself a moment to adjust.Â
The feel of him borders on overwhelming â pressed so tightly inside of you, around you, the very air in your room filled with the heady, herbaceous scent of the bath oils you know he favors. You imagine he must feel the same as he trembles beneath you, fingers and hips twitching with barely contained desire.Â
Finally, your need to comfort him, to protect him even from himself, rears its head again and you relish the breathy sigh that leaves him as you begin to move your hips. Itâs a grinding motion, soft and gentle â what he needs now, to be treated with care. Still, the movements send shockwaves up your spine as the pale hairs at the base of his cock rub perfectly against your pearl, creating a delicious friction to spur you on.Â
âSo good,â he breathes, warm against your shoulder as he leans forward, kissing at your neck, âYou feel so good, sister, you⌠you are s-so good to meâŚâ
âJust as you deserve,â you murmur, combing your fingers through his long hair once more before your hands travel down to the hem of his nightshirt and you begin impatiently tugging at it, pulling it over his head and grinning at the soft, nearly petulant, whine he gives at having to separate from you even for a second.Â
Still, some instinctual force seems to drive you, a need to feel his skin against your own, and you waste no time before pulling your own nightgown up and over your head as well, leaving nothing to separate the two of you.Â
The groan that leaves him when your chest presses back against his own once more is like nothing youâve heard before â a sound of the purest relief, like heâs found some oasis in the desert. His eye opens again and the rhythm of your hips stutters only for a second once it finds yours. The lilac is almost completely overtaken by black and yet, he still regards you as if you are an angel sent from the heavens themselves, stares at you with such reverence that your heart flutters in your chest.Â
Something clicks for you then as he whimpers beneath you, his own hips beginning to buck up against your own as the lazy tempo youâve settled into slowly starts to pick up. You understand, now, that this is merely another step, an added turn, in the so carefully balanced dance the two of you have constructed.
And if this is what he needs to be comforted, then youâre more than happy to give it.Â
âMy good boy,â sigh, moving against him with renewed vigor, grinning when he lets out a hitched moan, âIs this what you needed?â
âYes, y-yes,â he nods, his eye never leaving your own as he ruts beneath you, the choppy movements only adding to the fire slowly building within your veins, âPlease, sweet sister, pleaseâŚâ
You donât need to ask to know what it is he means, nodding before he has time to stutter out another word, âTake what you need, my love.â
Another breathy groan sounds from him as he quickly descends onto your chest, tilting his head down and immediately capturing your sensitive nipple between his lips, one hand coming up to gently cup your breast, holding it steady. The feeling of relief that flows through you when he starts suckling is nearly disorienting, the dull ache in your breast slowly fading away with each mouthful of milk he pulls from you, greedily taking a few mouthfuls from one breast before switching to the other.
Your fingers stay anchored in his hair while your hips work against him, your high building more steadily within you now that your breasts no longer feel ready to burst. You pant as you gaze down at him, eyes half-lidded while you watch his lips move against you, lilac eye still fixated on you.Â
Below you, Aemond is halfway convinced heâs died and somehow the Gods have seen fit to spare him the Seven Hells. His head spins as he drinks from you, the taste of you by far the sweetest, most decadent thing he could fathom. As the knot in his belly grows ever-tighter, his suckles become more greedy, frantic, not knowing whether youâll allow him this pleasure ever again.Â
âPlease, f-fuck,â he sighs, the words punched from his lips as he pulls away from you just enough to speak, uncaring as dribbles of milk leak from the corners of his lips, staining your skin. His hips practically move on their own accord as he mindlessly grinds up into you, seeking out the warmth and safety he knows he shall only ever feel within you.Â
Above him, you nod, swallowing thickly against the dryness at the back of your throat, cheeks flushed while you watch him unravel. Snaking a hand between your bodies once more, your fingers quickly find your sensitive, aching bud and rubbing at it with a practiced precision.Â
âGods, sweet little brother,â you breathe out, pleasure zapping down your spine. You frantically nod again, frantic this time, just as your high washes over you, âCome, Aemond⌠Gods, let go, little one.â
His suckles turn more into little biting nips while he gasps against you, trembling beneath you when he finally lets pleasure overtake him â eye squeezing shut at the feel of your walls clenching tightly around his cock.Â
The warmth of him filling you only spurs you on more, your breaths ragged against his forehead while you feel yourself tense and relax again and again, grabbing at whatever parts of him you can reach.Â
You each go still after a few moments, panting against each other. Aemond is practically limp beneath you, lazily nuzzling his face against your chest, satiated smile just barely tugging at the corners of his lips. Chuckling softly, you pepper his forehead in sweet kisses, relishing the contented hum he gives in return.Â
When you go to get up however, intent on fetching a cloth to clean you both up with, he reaches for you with a small whine as he grabs at your thighs.
âDonât, please,â he murmurs, brows furrowed when your eyes meet, âStayâŚâ
âYou⌠you want to stay like this?â You question, your heartbeat quickening as he quickly nods, âYou wish to stay ââ
âInside,â he finishes quickly, Adamâs apple bobbing when he swallows bashfully, cheeks flushed, âI⌠I feel safe like⌠like this.â
âThen you can stay, silly boy,â you answer with a grin, kissing at his forehead once more, âHere, letâs justâŚâ You murmur, tilting your hips to the side ever so slightly, attempting to pull him with you.
Blessedly, he seems to understand and follows you willingly, allowing you to maneuver the two of you onto your sides. After a moment, youâre comfortable once more, each of you lying on your side and facing the other, one of your legs slung over his narrow hips to keep him pressed tightly within you.Â
âGood boy,â you sigh softly, smiling when he shivers against you.Â
The two of you stay like that for a while, your hands gently caressing his soft skin or running through his hair while you hold him against you. After a while, his lilac eye finally flutters closed and you canât help but marvel at how much younger he looks like this â relaxed and spent while he lies against you, like the weight of the world has been lifted from his shoulders.Â
After a while, he seems to grow restless again, nosing at your chest until he finds what he desires. You sigh softly as he pulls a nipple into his mouth once more, suckling at it contentedly while he peers up at you sleepily.Â
âThere you go,â you murmur soothingly, coaxing him to lift his head just enough for you to lay an arm beneath it, allowing you to caress his shoulders while your other hand cups gently at the side of his face, thumb sweeping over his soft skin. âTake what you need, sweet one,â you coo, smiling as he quickly returns his lips to your breast, âYouâre safe, Iâve got youâŚâ
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You woke up with a headache, feeling your head throb painfully. For a moment, you really thought you were in your real-life home until you looked up and saw the bed canopy, adorned with fine, luxurious fabrics. A typical bed of ancient nobility, you couldn't even sit up without your head pounding from the pain. Who would have thought that crying so much could make you feel this bad?
In pain, you turned, now looking out of the bed. For a moment, you began to notice that the furnishings in the room were more refined, even though they were of a different color. You started to think that this room wasn't, in fact, yours. Looking at the door, you noticed the luxurious details that accompanied it, making you realize that you were neither in your real-life bedroom nor in your noble bedroom in this world.
You started to think a lot, which made your head hurt even more. But you finally managed to understand what happened last night and how you agreed to go with the young man. Now, finally turning to look at the ceiling, you sighed, knowing you were probably not in extreme danger and that being kidnapped was off the list since you had agreed to the situation.
Placing your hands on your face, you thought about the situation at the ball, now considering how your family in this world would probably disown you. What initially seemed like a simple matter turned out to be much worse. In this world, being disowned didn't just mean being removed from the family's inheritance; it meant being officially regarded as not part of the family at all. It was as if they erased you not only from their will but also from their lives. In more extreme cases, it could even mean being expelled from the house.
"Are you alright? You were quite warm last night; you had a fever," said a familiar voice. Turning, you confirmed it was the same young man from yesterday.
Forcing your aching body, you managed to sit up in bed, placing a hand on your forehead as the dizziness from the headache set in. "Yes, it's nothing serious. I apologize for my manners," you said. It was evident that simply lying in a bed that wasn't yours while the host stood by was considered almost impolite in this world.
"Liar⌠please, miss, don't push yourself too hard. You still seem unwell," the young man said, his voice calm and concerned. If you could look now, you would see the care and worry in his eyes.
"I've been sick many times before," you found yourself thinking, almost mocking your own situation. The boy seemed to sense your sadness and silence. He raised his hand and gently placed it on your shoulder.
He had already felt he was violating your space by touching you the night before, but the pain of seeing your sick body had pushed that feeling aside. Now, with you safe, he felt he needed your permission, but he couldn't help trying to comfort you, the same person who seemed broken and exhausted when he brought you here.
"Forgive me⌠you went to the trouble of bringing me to your home because of my actions. This is not appropriate behavior for a girl like me. I apologize profusely for invading your residence like this," you said, lowering your hands to your lap and bowing your head in a formal gesture of apology, even while lying in bed.
Nomura noticed that you referred to yourself merely as a girl, not as a lady, which would have been more appropriate. He understood that what happened yesterday had deeply wounded you, so much so that you began to see yourself as inferior, no longer worthy of being called a lady.
His free hand clenched into a fist as he thought about the castle and the ball from last night. He knew who was responsible for this, and he couldn't help but feel anger. At that moment, all he wanted was to drive a sword through the heart of the crown prince, the first prince, and especially his former best friend.
"Please do not apologize, miss. The events of last night were not your fault, and bringing you to my residence was my decision. I had every right to do so, especially when I saw you in such a vulnerable state," he said in a sweet and gentle tone. You turned your head to look at him, observing those kind eyes that looked at you as they had last night. But just making that movement caused your head to throb again, and you placed a hand on your head, wincing in pain. This made him place his hands on your back, gently guiding you to lie down on the bed.
"Please, miss, you are not in the best condition. Lie down and rest. I will accept nothing but your rest," he insisted. With your eyes squeezed shut from the pain, you allowed yourself to lie back down, sighing as you felt his touch slowly fade away.
Nomura watched as you complied, stepping back slowly. He looked at you with sadness before leaving the room. As he walked down the corridor towards his office, he couldn't help but look at the floor, feeling nothing but anger. Calmly, he entered his office and closed the door behind him. His teeth clenched in fury, and only one thought filled his mind: "I want to kill him!" Finally, he sighed, running his hands through his hair before sitting in his chair and looking up at the ceiling.
"Even after countless times, or timelines, you remain the same Prince Luka."
"Miss? Your tea." An maid entered the room with a cart carrying a teapot and a white porcelain cup. She sat down on the bed, and you were beginning to feel a bit better. Before you could say anything, the maid delicately placed a tray on your lap and set the cup on it.
You pondered for a moment. You couldn't stay here forever, even if your parents had disowned you. Eventually, you would have to return home just to gather your belongings, assuming your country in this game had indeed expelled you. If so, you needed to plan where to stay, especially since the Diamond Wars were looming.
"But what stage of the game are we in now? I mean, why should I worry? She's the protagonist and a princess, not me. She can handle things on her own," you thought to yourself as you glanced down at your lap. Your head still ached, but it was less intense compared to when you first arrived at the lord's house.
"Miss?" the maid's voice called out, and you lifted your head to look at her. She was pointing to the cup of tea. "Your tea, if you don't drink it, it will get cold." You turned your head, picked up the cup, and murmured a thank you before taking a sip. Lowering the cup, you continued to stare down, then glanced back at your lap.
"If I may ask, do you know of a good area where there might be houses? Preferably in the countryside," you asked calmly, surprising the maid with the sudden question.
"With all due respect, ma'am, why do you ask?"
"I need to find a place before I'm kicked out of home all because the protagonist is a little princess with her harem on her side, not to mention they humiliated me and literally labeled me a liar in front of high-status people and people from other regions," you thought of saying, but bit your tongue and shook your head. "Forget about what I asked," you said, looking down at the empty cup in your hands.
A few minutes of silence passed before the maid carefully took the cup and bowed respectfully before leaving with the cart.
"It's what she said," the maid recounted the situation to the man in front of her, who could only look thoughtfully out the window. "Poor Lady," Nomura thought, watching from the window as the carriage took you back to your home.
"I apologize, my lord, but do you think Lady might be considering moving away?" The thought of you being away from him was making him nervous.
"I need you to deliver a letter for meâŚ"
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ËË°â˘*â⡠roommate!sukuna just canât get enough of youâŚ
sukuna finds his perverted roommate getting fucked and canât look away
cw: voyeurism, pervy reader & sukuna, (ft satoru), masturbation (m&f), light overstimulation(m), Non curse AU
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roommate! Sukuna knows you touch yourself when he has girls over, so he makes sure to make it extra loud, having the girls basically sobbing on his cock. Meanwhile, you pathetically listen through the walls separating your rooms, hand lowered into your panties, trying to stay quiet.
You listen to the whiny mess he turns all of his hookups into, hearing the clapping of skin on skin and babbling that the girl spews, clearly drunk on pleasure. roommate! Sukuna goes for so long, and you listen to every second like a pervert. You hear every word he spits and imagine itâs you who heâs calling âgood girlâ or âpretty whoreâ, cumming as many times around your wet fingers as you can.
Of course, roommate! Sukuna didnât always know about his little perverted roommate. That was, until you came home one night, absolutely plastered, stumbling onto nearly every surface from barely being able to hold yourself up. As Ryo tried to help you across the apartment, you confessed your dirty secret, staring up at him with tears about how ashamed you felt, begging him for forgiveness.
Meanwhile, he was throbbing in his pants at the thought of his cute roomie desperately trying to get off because she was just too scared to ask him to fuck her stupid. he could imagine it, the way you would hopelessly hump your fingers, knowing itâll never feel like him. the image made his ego swell. All he did was pat your head and tuck you in, and the next morning, acted as if nothing happened. not that you even realized, the end of the night still blacked out from your memory.
You decide that enough is enough, feeling ashamed by how your lack of sexual activities is being forced on your unsuspecting (đ) roommate. Thatâs what got you into this position: Â meeting some random guy in the club and bringing him home, hoping that maybe by getting a good fuck, youâll stop your perversion.
You and your date's moves are frantic, practically ripping off each other's clothes and desperately grinding on each other for some sort of friction. You end up in your room, articles of clothing scattered across the apartment that you didnât care about, too busy with your head buried into the pillow as your date, whose name you learned is Satoru, licked your pussy like a lollipop, moaning like it was the sweetest candy heâs ever tasted.Â
Roommate! Sukuna had been sleeping when he woke up to a thud on the wall connecting your rooms. It was a light thud, usually something heâd ignore and go back to sleep, but then it was a constant creak, followed by the sounds of your whimpers. At first, he thought you were up by yourself, trying to get off while he was sleeping, until the deep voice of a man groaned, âFuckâtake it, babyâsuch a good fuckinâ girl"Â
Ryo nearly jumped out of bed. In the year you two have been roommates, you never invited anyone over; it was only him who would have random hookups. This was new. and as much as it was pissing him off, the bulge in his pants made the situation a little more complicated. Thatâs how he found himself outside your room, peering into the cracked door to watch you take another manâs dick.
You looked like you were in ecstasyâthe way your hands gripped the sheets and your toes curled, the pitched whines of âyes, donât stopâplease satoru~â His hand automatically moved to palm his cock, watching as this man, Satoru, forced you deeper into the sheets, pounding into your pussy. Besides the noises that escaped your mouth, he could hear the squelch every time he plunged into your sopping cunt, making Ryoâs mouth water at how wet you must be. It almost made him angry. That was his neglected pussy, and here this guy was enjoying it.Â
Still, he couldnât deny how hot you looked. Sukunaâs body was on fire, and he moved to stroke his aching cock while picturing it as him. It was him plugging up that sweet pussy and making you cream around his cock, fucking you until you were a mess of tears and cum, leaving you shaking and unable to walk. His knees became weaker, gripping onto the walls to stroke his cock faster, and he ran his fingers over his sensitive tip, making his jaw drop.
roommate! Sukuna came all over his fingers, having to rush his hand to his mouth to stop the groan he desperately wanted to let out. His body racked and shuttered with pleasure, painting himself in his own cum. He couldnât stop, though; Satoru had flipped you over, and now he could see the look on your face.
You looked so fucked out, panting and spreading your legs because you needed to be fucked so bad. The slight scrunch in your brow made him feral, working past the overstimulation and using his own release as lube to keep going. it was messy and completely unlike himself, but the sight of you cumming was addicting.
roommate! Sukuna, who is left quietly panting outside your door, still messy from his own cum, and still desperately horny.
roommate! Sukuna, who is officially waving the white flag in this stupid game heâs had going on, youâre his, and no one-night stand is taking that away.
a/n: hiiii<3 iâve been super busy bc this semester KICKED MY ASS but itâs ending đ so i might write more, weâll seeđľâđŤ also, i have seen requests and will hopefully upload some soon? no promises though but iâll try! :)))
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Domestic Life ThoughtsâŚ
Jason likes that you need him. He goes weak in the knees when you ask him to open containers because âthe top must be stuck.â He canât help but smile and give a gentle âof course, baby.â
He likes how you drape yourself over him throughout the day. Heâs always touch starved, and it gives him butterflies to think that you want him as much as he does you. He doesnât care to have personal space when it comes to you.
Whenever he gets the chance, Jason cooks for you. He looks up recipes to try out and beams when you compliment him. Whenever you bake, he eats it all in like 48 hours or less. âSorry, babyâ heâll say placing a kiss on your cheek. âIt was too good. I couldnât resist.â
Sometimes, he has nightmares but waking up next to you is a life saver. Once he was confused and grabbed you wrist a little too hard leaving a bruise. He begged for forgiveness and banished himself to living room for a couple of days. Occasionally, he thinks about it, plants gentle kisses there, and gives a soft âso sorry, baby. Itâll never happen again.â
Jason never yells. Even if youâre arguing, he never raises his voice at you. You yelling literally doesnât phase him in the slightest, and, to be honest, angry you is super cute and attractive to him. Despite this, he doesnât act with the intent to upset you. Sometimes, heâs just a dick.
Heâs such a loverboy. The two of you have weekly dates and heâs always bring you back chocolate and flowers. Heâll write poems and love notes and leave them on the night stand for you to find when you get home or wake up. He blushes when he finds little love notes you left in his bag and makes a mental note to thank you for it later. You put a cat sticker on his bike, and itâs his favorite thing. He added a heart sticker next to it because âyou love cats, coincidentally, youâre kinda cat like, and I love you. It works out perfectly.â
It had been years since he celebrated his birthday, so when you decided to dedicate the day to him, he nearly cried. At the end of the night, you gave him a locket with pictures of the two of you and your cats. You had Eternal Sunshine engraved on the front because âThis time with you have been the brightest and warmest days of my life.â At that point, he actually did cry. âYou mean the world to me, babyâ he told you through tears with his head buried in your neck. âIâd do anything for you. My heartâs always been yours. I swear it.â
#my post#jason todd headcanon#jason todd imagine#jason todd fluff#jason todd x reader#jason todd#red hood
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Exactly What I Needed
Theo Nott x fem reader
Summary: based on this ask <33
w/c: 945
a/n: Why is medical school so hard?? literally, i am rotting in bed with assignments everywhere send requests
Youâd always known Theo wasnât the type to openly crave affection. He had his momentsâfleeting as they wereâwhere heâd pull you close, bury his face in the crook of your neck, and let out a sigh that told you he needed you. But for the most part, his love was quieter, tucked into stolen glances or the brush of his fingers against yours in passing.
You didnât mind. You loved him enough to make up for the gaps he left behind. Thatâs why you didnât think much of it when you reached out to him one evening, wrapping your arms around him from behind as he sat at his desk, papers and textbooks scattered around. You nuzzled into his shoulder, pressing a soft kiss against the side of his neck. "Howâs it going?" you asked gently.
His body stiffened in your embrace, and without warning, he pulled away. "Can you not?" His tone was sharp, cutting through the air like a knife.
You blinked, taking a step back, confused. "What?"
Theo sighed, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "I just⌠I need space, okay? Youâre being⌠clingy."
That word felt like a slap to the face. Clingy. The air between you shifted immediately, and you pulled your arms close to your chest as if trying to physically protect yourself from the impact of his words.
"I didnât realize I was bothering you," you said quietly, feeling a tight knot form in your stomach.
"Well, you are," Theo snapped, his irritation flaring. "Iâm already stressed enough without you hanging off me every second."
You swallowed the lump in your throat, trying to keep your voice steady. "Okay."
Without another word, you turned on your heel and walked out of the room, feeling the sting of tears prick at the back of your eyes. You couldnât believe how cold heâd been. And worse, how easily he had brushed you off as if your affection was some sort of burden.
For the next few days, you gave Theo exactly what he asked forâspace. You stopped greeting him with hugs, stopped reaching out for his hand, stopped slipping into his side on the couch when you watched TV together. The house became a strange, quiet place, filled with a tension neither of you wanted to acknowledge. Theo was so focused on his work that he didnât seem to notice at first, but then something shifted.
At first, it was subtle. He started glancing over at you during meals, as if expecting you to say something, to touch him. But you didnât. You kept your distance, heart aching every time he looked at you with those confused eyes. Then came the moments where youâd walk past him in the hallway, and his fingers would twitch, as if he wanted to reach out but couldnât figure out how.
It wasnât until a few nights later, when you climbed into bed without saying a word to him, that Theo realized something was really wrong. He stared at the ceiling for a long time, unable to sleep as the weight of his own actions pressed down on him.
He turned to you, his voice soft, hesitant. "Y/N?"
You hummed in acknowledgment, still facing away from him.
There was a long pause, and then he sighed. "Have I⌠have I done something to upset you?"
You swallowed hard, the rawness of your emotions rising in your throat. "You told me I was being clingy. Iâm just giving you the space you asked for."
Theo flinched at the reminder of his harsh words, guilt flooding his chest. He had been so wrapped up in his own stress, so overwhelmed by the pressure he was under, that he hadnât realized how cruel heâd been. And now, here you were, doing exactly what heâd asked, and it was killing him.
"I didnât mean it," Theo said quietly, his voice strained. "I was stressed, and I took it out on you. But thatâs not an excuse. I shouldnât have said that."
You stayed silent for a moment, your heart pounding as his words sank in. Part of you wanted to forgive him, to turn around and let him hold you like he always did when he realized heâd messed up. But the hurt still lingered, and you werenât sure you could just brush it off like it hadnât happened.
"You canât just say things like that, Theo," you whispered, your voice trembling. "It hurts."
He shifted closer to you, hesitantly placing a hand on your arm. "I know. Iâm sorry." His thumb rubbed small, apologetic circles against your skin, and you could hear the regret in his voice, thick and heavy. "I donât want space from you. I need you. I always need you."
Your breath hitched, and you finally turned to face him. His eyes were soft, filled with a kind of vulnerability that Theo rarely showed. It tugged at your heartstrings, and despite everything, you could see how much he wanted to make it right.
"Iâm not just something you can push away when things get tough," you said softly, but firmly. "Iâm here because I love you. But I canât keep putting myself out there if youâre just going to shut me down."
Theoâs face crumpled slightly, and he leaned in closer, his forehead resting against yours. "I know," he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. "I promise Iâll do better. I donât want to push you away."
You stayed there for a moment, the two of you breathing in sync, the tension between you slowly easing as the apology hung in the air. His arms wrapped around you then, gently this time, like he was afraid you might slip away if he held you too tight.
After a few moments, you let yourself melt into his embrace, allowing him to pull you back into the warmth youâd missed. "I missed you," Theo murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. "Iâm sorry I made you feel like you were too much when you were exactly what I needed."
You exhaled softly, your head resting against his chest as you felt his heartbeat against your cheek. "Just⌠donât do it again."
"I wonât," he promised, his voice resolute. "I swear."
And for the first time in days, the distance between you began to fade, replaced by the quiet comfort of knowing that you were still the most important thing to him, even when he didnât always know how to show it.
#slytherin x reader#slytherin boys#theodore nott#theo nott x reader#theodore nott x reader#fluff#theodore nott imagine#angst with a happy ending#theodore nott x you
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Jason couldnât help but smile when you entered the shared bathroom. The atmosphere was tense as you angrily ran your hands through your hair and frantically paced around the small, compact room. Curses and insults left your mouth, and he stared at you in awe.
It wasnât often that you had an attitude, Jason never realized how attractive it was before.
He was sitting on the counter near the sink, shirtless, in an almost relaxed manner. The scars on his skin were highlighted under the pale yellow light of the bathroom and you could tell he was trying to hide a smirk. The sheer audacity made you livid. This was the second time this week that he came home bloodied and bruised. Only God knew how many times this exact situation had occurred this month.
You werenât sure what it was that he was doing or what sort of trouble he had gotten himself into, you were just glad he made it home to you every night. The thought of losing Jason kept you awake in the late hours of the evening, his scars often haunted your dreams, but the fear, however, didnât stop you from getting angry.
Most days, you wanted to leave him in the bathroom, make him clean the bloodied mess himself, but you couldnât help it. You couldnât just leave him alone, you had to be there for him. Your mind and body didnât always agree when Jason was involved, your body regularly acted on its own accord.
And like every other day, you found yourself grabbing the first aid kit from the medicine cabinet, preparing to cleanse his wounds. You eyed his naked chest before silently reaching over to dampen a cotton pad with alcohol. Your frustration still lingered, Jason could feel the heat radiating off of your body. He stared at you intently, his eyes raked up and down your annoyed figure. He cupped your free hand and gave it a quick squeeze before letting you get back to work.
When the cool liquid touched his torn lip, he let out a deep sigh and closed his eyes. He clutched your hand tighter and pretended to flinch when you went back for a second time. He was being dramatic. He wanted the sympathy and craved the attention, and noticing the lack of reaction made him a little upset.
His hands reached down to your waist, he pulled you in between his legs and gave your skin a soft squeeze. âIâm sorry sweetheart,â he said gently. âI didnât mean to stress you out.â
You rolled your eyes and continued to clean his mouth. âYouâre an idiot, Jay, what are we gonna do about that tooth now,â he grinned in response, showing off the broken tooth. The sight made you want to giggle. He looked stupid, but adorable.
Your body, once again, reacted without thinking and your hands moved to caress his bruised jaw. He needed to shave, his stubble scratched and tickled your skin. His larger hand cupped your own and he placed a quick kiss on the inside of your palm, genuinely flinching this time. It pulled at your heartstrings.
âIâm so sorry,â he said once more, sincerely. You stared into his tired eyes and smiled, silently praying that this was the last time you ever had to clean his wounded skin.
âI forgive you, Jay.â
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you'll just have to taste me | joel miller
Summary | He knows he's no good, knows it's a bad idea, you're out of bounds and should stay that way, but it's okay to test the waters, right?
Pairing | Joel Miller x F!Reader
Word Count | 1.7K
Warnings | this is literally 1.7k of utter filth, you've been warned, it's nasty, I told you, okay? Unspecified age gap, Joel is your dad's buddy and Sarah is your friend. Joel fights with his morals but the pussy is too good. Explicit smut, JUST THE TIP, unprotected PiV, cumshot, cum eating, spit play, dirty talk, Joel talks you through it. No outbreak au, no use of Y/N.
Authors Note | I AM SO INCREDIBLY LATE TO POST THIS, but this is my entry to @hellishjoel's HOT DILF SUMMER CHALLENGE. I know it's September and this was not my original idea, but it came to me and I wrote this in less than an hour. It's filth and it's nasty and I beg you not to judge me okay? Written and edited on my phone so forgive any mistakes.
Divider by @saradika
Main Masterlist | Ko-Fi
Heâs going to hell. Heâs always known it. Despite the years of his parents putting him in his Sunday best and taking him to church each week with his brother, despite his upbringing and the way heâs always tried to be the perfect southern gentleman, Joel Miller is going to hell, and the evidence in right in front of him.
You. His buddyâs daughter. His own daughterâs friend. The bane of his existence for the whole damn summer, with your short dresses and flirty eyes and the way you make him laugh and the way heâs wanted you since you waltzed back into town, masters degree under arm, with one purpose which seemed to be to turn him on at every possible opportunity.
Itâs been bubbling for weeks. Youâd caught him in the corridor during movie night with Sarah, whilst she was downstairs microwaving popcorn and heâd had no choice but to kiss you, your lips drenched in something that tasted like mango and made him dizzy. Then, at the annual neighbourhood cookout, when youâd dropped a fork and bent over to pick it up, flashing him those skimpy panties as you did, heâd had no choice then but to drag you upstairs and teach you a lesson, ten sharp slaps on your pert ass and strong words that you needed to stop. He doesnât doubt you went home that night and shoved three fingers into your cunt and dreamt of him as you came.
But now, itâs all real. Sarahâs gone back to college, your parents back to work, and you have nothing lined up until you start getting invited to interview for positions that youâd applied to with a slew of applications about two weeks ago. Itâs why youâre on his bed, itâs why heâs left Tommy on site on his own, and why youâre bare as the day you were born, legs spread obscenely, pussy on display as he stands at the foot of his bed and contemplates whether he really should do this.
âYâscared, old man?â You tease, one hand trailing down your body, two fingers spreading the swollen lips of your cunt, middle finger dipping inside.
He can see the webbing of slick you drag from yourself, finger slow as it circles your clit. His eyes canât miss the way your hole flutters as you touch yourself, like itâs begging to be filled, begging to be filled by his throbbing cock that heâs currently fisting in his hand.
âAinât scared,â He mutters, âYâsure you wanna do this?â
You donât speak in response, just dip two fingers back into your weeping cunt and start fucking yourself with them. He squeezes his cock a little tighter in his hand, feeling the weeping of pre-cum at his tip as he watches.
âAinât no cominâ back from this.â He muses, moving forward, knees on the mattress, your legs spreading wider to accommodate the width of his thighs.
âWant you,â Is all he hears from your mouth as his cock rests on your pussy, hot and heavy against your skin, âWant your cock, Joel.â
He thrusts his hips a little at that, dragging his length through the soaking folds of your cunt, head rubbing against the swollen bud of your clit.
âYâsure?â He asks, continuing the rub of his cock, âItâs all over then, baby,â He coos, âIâll ruin ya.â
âGood,â You groan out, hips shifting to try and catch his tip at your entrance, to try and get exactly what you want, âI want it, Joel, I want it bad.â
âYâknow what I think?â He asks, looking down at you, stopping his movements and opting to circle your clit with his thumb instead, âI reckon we need tâmake sure.â
âI am-â You try and protest, but heâs shushing you.
âI reckon,â He says slowly, bringing the tip of his cock to press to your weeping core, âIt donât count if itâs just the tip,â He pushes his hips forward ever so slightly, not enough to sink inside, but enough that heâs already had a taste of what youâll feel like around him, âJust the tip baby, and then weâll know.â
He looks down at you and he can see your wild eyes, the way you nod your head against the mattress. Youâre such a good girl for him, taking whatever heâll give you, so he does just that. With three fingers on the base of his cock, he lets the tip of him push inside you, just enough that the head of his cock is nestled inside you, and he knows heâs fucked.
Youâre tight and youâre warm and youâre breathing and whimpering for him, and those perfect walls are clenching around him so right and so good that it takes every ounce of self-control he has not to shove his cock all the way in and damn you both to hell.
âJesus girl,â He breathes, one hand clutching at your hip to hold you still, âFuckinâ perfect, ainât ya?â
You donât speak back to him, itâs all you can do to lie and try not to writhe too much as he starts his shallow thrusts. The head of his cock popping from your wet cunt and then being sucked back in so perfectly. Heâs had his fair share of women since Sarah went to college and he knows heâs a lot to take, knows that he knows what heâs doing too, but when he looks down at you, your eyes tilted back in your skull, cunt squeezing him just right, he canât help but think this is what heâs been missing.
âThat good?â He asks, bringing his thumb back to your clit, swirling wetness across it as he continues the shallow thrusts of his hips.
âWant it all,â You grumble, âCan take it all, Joel.â
âAinât got a doubt,â He teases, but doesnât relent, âBut we gotta make sure.â
He wants to lean down, wants to cover your body with his own and suck one of your perfect nipples into his mouth, but he knows the minute he does youâll beg him so nice and heâll break, so he resists, swirling his thumb across your clit with more purpose now.
âMâgonna-â You choke out, and he knows, he can feel it, the way youâre fluttering and tightening around the head of his cock so perfectly, âGonna come, Joel.â
âYeah?â He asks ruefully, âGonna come on my cock, pretty girl?â He smiling down at you as your mouth drops open, your cunt pulling painfully tight around him, âGo on, you can do it,â He babbles, trying to fight the tightening in his own stomach until youâve come for him, âCome for me, baby.â
And you do, by God you do, and he thinks it might be the most beautiful thing heâs ever seen, the sweetest thing heâs ever heard. You whine, a high-pitched kind of thing, eyes clamping shut as you arch your back. Thereâs more slick around his cock than heâs ever seen before, making it easy for the tip of his cock to ease you through it. The convulsing of your walls around him bring him to his own end, using his last braincell to drag the tip from your cunt and give himself three strokes before the thick ropes of his cum are splashing across your swollen pussy. He watches where they land, painting your skin as his own as his head tips back and breathes a sigh of relief.
He knowâs he should stop, but thereâs something mesmerising about the mix of his cum and your own, the way heâs dripping down you and onto his sheets. His shuffles down a little and leans forward, using his thumbs to spread your pussy open, before he uses his tongue to gather the mess down there. Heâs slurping at you, tasting your cunt through his cum, gathering as much of the two of you as he can in his mouth.
Youâre moaning for him when his tongue flicks a few times at your sensitive bud, but then his body is over yours, weight pressed against you as one of his hands takes your chin, squeezing at your jaw to get you to open your mouth, which you do, gladly.
Joel opens his own mouth, letting his cum, your slick and his spit drop from his own into your waiting mouth. He doesnât give you a minute to swallow anything, his tongue mixing with yours in a kiss that is messy and obscene. He can feel your hips against his own, your hot cunt pressing against him. If he was younger, heâd pin you down and fuck you again, this time for real, but all he can do is pull away.
âSwallow it,â He orders, closing your mouth and watching the bob of your throat as you do what he says, producing your tongue for him, âGood fuckinâ girl.â
He unceremoniously collapses onto the bed next to you, arm over his eyes as he tries to recover some semblance of composure. He can feel your body next to his, shuffling a little closer, and then he can hear you stifling a laugh and then before long, itâs not stifled, itâs full on laughter. He takes his arm from his eyes and looks at you, and canât help but start laughing himself, until his ribs hurt and youâve calmed down enough, your body draped across his in the mid-afternoon glow.
âThis is bad, huh?â You whisper, fingers dancing through the smattering of hair across his chest.
âTerrible, really.â He responds.
âIâm sure though,â And he holds you a little tighter at that, âNext time, I want the whole thing.â
âDonât worry baby,â He says quietly, pressing his lips to the crown of your head, âYou can have whatever you want next time.â
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Handful of Roses
Summary: Itâs you and Loganâs anniversary and he canât even be bothered to show up. Youâre left alone, wondering where he could possibly be.
Genre: Angst â Fluff
Tags: SFW, minor swearing, angst & fluff (duh), fem!reader, no use of y/n, reader calls logan bub sarcastically, logan is still a mutant, sickeningly sweet ending,
Word Count: 1.6k
Request: "Logan forgets a special event? Angst to fluff. Maybe a birthday, anniversary or special date night."
A/N: Tysm for the request! I really hope you enjoy it!
Other: dividers by @moosgraphics & @saradika (tysm!)
The congealed pasta slid into the trash bin with a solid thud. Hours of your hard work gone to waste.
Tonight you and Logan were supposed to be celebrating your one year anniversary. When you suggested the idea to Logan, he wasnât too keen on going out to a fancy restaurant, so you compromised by promising to fix him something at home. You had made him swear he would be home by 7 to eat. You wanted him for the eveningâ all to yourself.
And yet.
You checked the time on the stoveâ 8:45 p.m. You had half a mind to lock Logan out. If he was going to break his promises, you were going to make him pay the price for it. Your heels clattered against the floor as you made your way to the front door. Just as you were about to turn the deadbolt, a tiny piece of your heart shot a plea of forgiveness through you. You hesitated, weighing the pros and cons.
On one hand, Logan deserved exactly what he had coming. You wanted to drive home your frustration. If he wanted to act like an animal, then he could sleep in the dog house.
But then again, staying in the house alone made you nervous. The house you shared was out in the middle of the woods and your mind tended to run wild with dangerous scenarios at the slightest sound. Usually, Logan was home before dark to protect you from your overactive imagination.
You decided to be nice to him. Especially since the rain was really coming down outside and storms made you nervous. And despite how angry you were with Logan, you didnât want him to come down with anything.
You withdrew your hand from the door. The figure-hugging dress you had put on just for him was starting to scratch at your skin. This was the last straw. You let the plates clatter into the sink, not caring if they shattered or not and stormed off to the bedroom to find your fuzziest pajamas.
You gathered the pajamas and a towel and headed to the shower, turning the temperature gauge as hot as you could stand. You hoped the boiling temperature would take your mind off the disappointment Logan left you alone with.
Unfortunately, as soon as the water had saturated your hair, and turned your skin a flaming red, you burst into tears. You sat down in the bottom of the tub, wrapping your arms around your folded body to console yourself. Salty tears mixed with the water for some time. You werenât sure exactly how much time had passed since you had gotten in, but your fingers had already pruned by the time you calmed down enough to stand up again.
You knew Logan cared about you, so why did he have to forget stuff like this? It was important to youâ you wanted it to be important to him, too. Your life was sucky before he came into it. Was it really too much to ask for him to acknowledge the wins with you? For a man who had walked the earth for over 200 years, a one year anniversary is probably just a drop in the bucket. But to you, it meant the world.
You turned off the water and toweled off. The vibrations of the front door slamming closed shook the walls.
âHello?â You heard Loganâs voice call out. âYâhome, darlinâ?â
You nonchalantly dried your sopping hair a few seconds longer before pulling on your pajamas. You wanted to make him sweat a little. Loganâs footsteps were thudding about the house, looking for you. You waited in the bathroom, arms crossed.
After a few more minutes, a gentle knock sounded against the door.
âYou in there?â His voice was soft and tender. It was the voice he used whenever he pleaded cutely for hugs and kisses. Your expression softened out of habit. Not fair.
Your mind brought you back to reality. His manipulative tactic only fueled your anger. You ripped the door open. âYes, Logan. I-â
Loganâs appearance cut your spiel short. He was filthy. Sloppy mud was splattered from his boots to the chest of his t-shirt, his jacket was soaked through, and his face was covered in dark greaseâ a giant, walking contrast to your soft, pink appearance. He extended his arm to you, a wilted and nearly bare bouquet of roses in his fist. His forlorn expression reflected the misfortune of his appearance. You almost felt sorry for him.
âBefore you say anything,â he rushed out. âI want to tell you that I canât apologize enough, darlinâ. These are fâr you.â
âWhat the hell happened?â The hot tears threatened to well up again. âYou were supposed to be here hours ago,â you said, shakily.
âI know, I know. The goddamn pickup quit on me after work tonight. Nobody in town had the part I needed.â He paused, expecting you to cut in. You kept silent and let him continue his excuse. âI had to walk home in the frigginâ storm.â He raised his arms in exasperation.
It explained why he was late, but not why he was absolutely covered in mud. At most, his boots would have been caked.
You jutted your chin out, gesturing to his mud-covered body. âAnd that? Youâre gonna be late and track mud through my clean house?â
âYouâre gonna laugh at me.â He looked down at the floor, avoiding your eyes.
You crossed your arms and set your expression in a slight frown. It was difficult to be intimidating in pink, fuzzy pajamas and slippers, but you did your best anyways. âTry me.â
Logan rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand, clearly embarrassed. âI slipped.â
âWhat do you mean, âyou slippedâ?â
âOn the walk home. Tripped on a tree root and fell face first. I tried savinâ the flowers butâŚâ He let the twiggy bouquet speak for itself.
You thought for a moment. It was difficult to imagine your stoic Logan tripping on anything, much less falling into mud and trying to save delicate roses in the process. A tiny smile crept onto your lips. You took the few flowers that were left out of his hands and took a whiff. Logan visibly relaxed his shoulders as you accepted his gift.
âI figured once my truck is upânârunninâ, we could go out to celebrate instead.â
You lit up, eyes jumping from the roses to meet his gaze. âOh, Logan! You mean it?â
ââCourse, darlinâ. How else âm I supposed to make it up to my favorite girl?â
How were you supposed to stay mad at him when he looked at you like that? His deep hazel eyes contained nothing but devotion for you with a smile sweet as honey.
âI guess Iâll make an exceptionâ just this once,â You gave in to his appeal.
He made a move to envelop you in a hug, but he was met with your index finger pressed to his chest before he could wrap his dripping, disgusting arms around you.
âNuh-uh. I donât think so, bub. You gotta get cleaned up before you come any closer.â
He looked down at the clothes sticking to his body. âOhâ right.â
You sidestepped around him, giving him a wide berth trying to avoid touching the mess of a man. He left the door open as he peeled the clothes from his body. He had no shame about his body and you didnât mind one bit. Making your way to the kitchen, you found a delicate glass vase under the sink. It fit the handful of roses nicely. Despite the rough journey, the roses that did make it out were somehow still perfectly picturesque.
The roses reminded you of your relationship with Logan. Itâs not exactly like he was the easiest person to live with. In fact, you had bought more sheets in the past year than you ever had in your entire life. His nightmares could get awfully terrible. You would hop out of bed and run to the other side of the roomâ not because you were scared of him. But because you knew he would never forgive himself if he hurt you, even unconsciously. It was one of the little ways you were able to try and protect himâ by protecting yourself.
But when you were with him, it was hard to imagine being anywhere else. Logan adored you. Every fiber in his being did everything it possibly could to please you. You knew he would always love you.
The shower shut off, hazy steam rolling from the bathroom into the hall. You pulled out a bag of popcorn to make while Logan got dressed. As the kernels began to pop, you heard his heavy footsteps carry him to the bedroom. The opening and shutting of drawers told you he was about finished up.
You were monitoring the popcorn when now-clean Logan wrapped his arms around you from behind.
âHiya, darlinâ.â His voice was low and relaxed. He pressed a kiss to your cheek and nuzzled into your neck. His soapy scent somehow made him more attractive.
âHi baby,â you said, bringing your hand up to caress the side of his head. His hair was still damp, but you didnât mind. âIâm glad youâre home. I missed you today.â
âI miss you every day,â he said into the crook, his warm breath brushing against your skin. He lifted his face to meet your gaze.
You tilted your head to give him a gentle kiss, lips tenderly pressing together. His scratchy facial hair grazed your face. The sensation kept you groundedâ reminded you that he was real and he loved you.
He cupped your face, turning you toward him slightly. He searched your eyes and found only love in them.
âHappy anniversary, sweetheart.â He pulled you tight against his chest, letting his strong arms swathe you in his adoration. âI love you.â
You melted into him. What would you ever do without your Logan?
âI love you too, Logan.â
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GET WELL SOON , P.SH !
ďš đ ďš ă ââââ I KNOW IT'S MY FAULT, BUT I WANNA MAKE IT BETTER!
PAIRING: racer ! sunghoon Ă orphan ! afab reader.
SYNOPSIS: Youâve always considered yourself a good personâkind, forgiving, and patient. But Sunghoon tested every bit of that. One reckless, drunken drive was all it took for him to flip your life upside down, leaving you temporarily confined to a wheelchair. The inconvenience was more than just physical; it was a wound to your pride and independence. Sunghoon, however, refused to walk away from his mistake. Guilt-ridden and determined to make amends, he became a constant presence in your lifeâcovering your medical bills, offering you emotional support, and sticking around even when you wished he wouldnât.
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FEAT: WONYOUNG from IVE, JAY from ENHYPEN, HANNI from NEWJEANS, + some ocs
MENTIONS OF CRIME & ACCIDENT, OVERALL FLUFF & CRACK !
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AS YOU LAY IN THE HOSPITAL BED, the sterile scent of antiseptic in the air, your gaze drifted to the bouquet of white roses on the table beside you. A scoff slipped from your lips before you could stop it, a bitter reminder of why you were even here.
This was all his fault. Park Sunghoon.
For a second, you tried to maintain your calm, the nice person part of you struggling to hold on, but that guyâhe tested all of it.
âThrow them away, please?â you asked, your voice clipped as you turned to the nurse adjusting your IV.
Before she could respond, an infuriatingly familiar voice cut through the room, smooth yet utterly exasperating. âYou don't like white?â
You didnât even need to look to know it was him. The sudden rush of irritation heated your cheeks as you whipped your head towards the door. And there he was. Park Sunghoon. Strolling in casually, hands tucked into the pockets of his expensive designer coat, as if he hadnât ruined your entire week.
âYeah, I donât,â you shot back, your glare burning through him. The forced smile on your face was saccharine, dripping with the very clear message that he was definitely not welcome.
He raised an eyebrow, unfazed. Of course, he had the audacity to smirkâlike always. "Sadly," he drawled, clearly enjoying himself, âyou gotta keep them.â
Without invitation, he sauntered over to the side of your bed, his presence filling the room, as if his wealth and arrogance alone could smother the oxygen. You watched him with narrowed eyes, arms crossed over your chest in defiance.
âJust leave me alone, you rich jerk,â you spat, unable to hold back the venom in your tone. Your fists clenched beneath the thin hospital sheets, a reminder that you couldnât even storm out of here like you wanted to. You were stuckâand it was all because of him.
His face faltered for a split second, the cockiness slipping ever so slightly as your words hit him. But like clockwork, he masked it, that composed, arrogant look sliding back into place.
It shouldâve been satisfying to see the momentary flash of guilt cross his features, but it wasnât enough. Not when your life had been flipped upside down, not when you were confined to this bed because of his mistake.
BUT HOW DID ALL OF THIS HAPPEN?
WellâŚ
FLASHBACK!
Your eyes were stinging from the tears, and you clumsily wiped them away with the back of your hand. You werenât exactly drunkâmaybe two shots deep after an agonizingly stressful dayâbut it was enough to make your head spin. Why did it all have to be so sad?
Sniffling, you stumbled down the empty street, your shoes scuffing the pavement as you sobbed quietly into the night. The darkness felt overwhelming, like it was swallowing you whole, and even though your tears blurred your vision, you knew where you were headingâor at least you thought you did.
It wasnât until you heard the loud, abrupt honk of a motorbike that you even realized you were standing in the middle of the street. You barely had time to turn your head towards the blinding lights beforeâBAM!
The impact wasnât as hard as it couldâve been, but it was enough. The bike, thankfully, had slowed down, but not nearly enough to stop it from hitting you. Pain shot through your leg as you collapsed onto the cold, hard ground, the breath knocked out of your lungs.
You groaned loudly, clutching your leg, wincing at the sharp sting that radiated through your body. Meanwhile, the rider, who had also fallen, was busy steadying himself, dusting off his helmet as if he wasnât the reason your entire life had just flashed before your eyes.
âTHE HELL?!â you screamed, your voice cracking as you tried to shift your weight but immediately regretted it. The sharp pain in your leg intensified, forcing you back down onto the concrete. You gritted your teeth, tears stinging your eyes once again as you glared up at him.
The guy finally looked your way, lifting his visor to reveal his face. "Maâam, are you okay?" he asked, his voice eerily calm, as if he hadnât just crashed his motorcycle into you. Like it was some minor inconvenience to him.
Your blood boiled. âOkay???" you spat out, your voice a mix of disbelief and fury. "Iâm literally bleeding! Are you dumb?!â
The guy blinked, clearly taken aback by your outburst, but remained calm. Too calm. âAlright, alright, just calm down,â he muttered, crouching down next to you, but that only made you angrier.
"Calm down?â you snapped, clenching your fists as the pain and the frustration built up inside of you. âSay that when youâre the one lying here, bleeding out!"
He flinched at your words but didnât reply. Instead, he reached into his pocket, fumbling for his phone to call an ambulance. Meanwhile, you were still seething, glancing down at your leg where the blood was now slowly trickling down your thigh, staining your jeans. The sight of it made you dizzy, your head swimming with pain and exhaustion.
You could barely keep your eyes open, but you still had enough energy to notice himâfreaking fixing his bike. He had the nerve to set it upright on its stand, making sure it was okay before coming back to check on you.
"If you even think about making this a hit and run," you rasped, your voice hoarse from both pain and anger, âIâll haunt your entire family line.â
The guy stopped, visibly gulping as he knelt down beside you once again, clearly panicking now. "No, no, thatâs notâlook, the ambulance is coming, okay? Just⌠try to stay with me.â
Your vision blurred, your breath coming in shallow gasps as the world began to tilt. The last thing you remembered before everything went black was him leaning over, actually cleaning the blood off your thigh with his sleeve, his face a mask of panic and guilt. You didnât know what was worseâthe excruciating pain or the fact that you now hated him with every fiber of your being. Park Sunghoon.
And just like that, you passed out, your hatred for him searing into the darkness of your mind as you slipped into unconsciousness.
AND WHAT EXACTLY HAPPENED AFTER THAT?
You may wonder, but well...
Turns out, the guyâPark Sunghoonâwas not just any calm, overly collected motorcyclist whoâd crashed into you that night. No, he was the son of a wealthy man, one of those who didnât have to face consequences because money speaks louder than the truth. And apparently, money really does talk, especially when youâre up against a system rigged to work in favor of the rich.
Even though Sunghoon had confessed to being at faultâhad told the police it was his mistakeâthe tests showed otherwise. Your blood test, which revealed traces of alcohol, was enough to tip the scales in his favor. You werenât even drunk, for heaven's sakeâtwo shots hardly countedâbut that didnât matter. The system had already labeled you as the reckless one. Your claims of innocence? Brushed off, like dust from his expensive jacket.
It was humiliating. The police barely questioned Sunghoon. His parents swooped in like hawks, ensuring their precious son wouldnât be held accountable for such a trivial incident, and just like that, there was no investigation, no justice. Just a quick sweep under the rug, and you were left to fester in your anger, helpless against the machine that protected people like him.
Being an orphan only made things worse. You had no guardian, no family to back you up or fight for you. Your best friend, Wonyoung, was the only one who came to your side. She tried covering your hospital billsâshe had offered, insisted evenâbut you couldnât let her. She needed the money more than you did, and you werenât about to burden her with your mess. But you couldn't deny her when she showed up every day with packed lunches, smuggling in home-cooked meals like they were contraband.
On one particular afternoon, you sat in the hospital bed, poking at the warm rice she had lovingly packed in a small bento box. Wonyoung sat across from you, her eyes burning with the same hatred you felt. She stabbed at her own food, her anger simmering with every bite.
âI still canât believe him,â she muttered, barely able to contain her frustration. âHow does he get to walk away from this like itâs nothing?â
You let out a humorless chuckle, shaking your head as you swallowed a bite of food. âBecause heâs rich. Rich guys donât face consequences, apparently.â
She nodded, her lips pressed into a thin line. âI hate him. I hate him so much.â
You sighed, your gaze falling to your bandaged leg. It throbbed, a constant reminder of everything that had happened. âJoin the club,â you muttered. âHe hasnât even tried to take responsibility. Not once.â
Wonyoung scoffed, glancing over at the sterile hospital room, the fluorescent lights casting a harsh glow over everything. âHow does he sleep at night? Like, seriously?â
You thought about that too. How did Park Sunghoon sleep at night? Probably on some ridiculously expensive mattress in his mansion, far away from the mess heâd left you in. You clenched your fists around the edge of your blanket, biting back the urge to cry. Not again. You were so tired of crying, of feeling powerless, of being at the mercy of someone elseâs mistakes.
AND AS THE DAYS PASSED, the gnawing anxiety of being kicked out of the hospital clung to you like a dark cloud. Let's be honestâyou had no money. The minute the hospital caught wind of that, you were sure theyâd toss you out on the curb without a second thought. It wasnât like you had any guardian to bail you out, no family waiting in the wings to cover the mounting costs. You were an orphanâalone, except for your best friend Wonyoung, who had already done more than she needed to.
Sitting up slightly in your bed, you glanced at the nurse as she came in to check your vitals. She seemed niceâtoo niceâand it was exactly that thread of hope you grasped at as you hesitantly asked, âSo... when do I pay the hospital bill?â
You knew the question was pointless, knew the answer would sink like lead in your gut, but you had to ask. Maybe, just maybe, a miracle would happen.
The nurse adjusted the IV drip, giving you a small smile as she jotted something down on her clipboard. âSomeone already paid for you.â
Your jaw didnât dropânot even a littleâbecause letâs be honest, you knew who had covered it. Sunghoonâs parents. Of course they did. Anything to wipe their sonâs record clean, to make sure no trace of this incident marred the reputation of their precious heir. Rich people.
âRight.â You muttered, sinking back into the pillows, staring at the plain white ceiling. It was always the same. Pay, forget, move on. No justice, just convenient cover-ups.
The nurse, oblivious to the tension building inside you, walked out of the room. You sighed heavily, closing your eyes, hopingâprayingâthat it wasnât Sunghoon or one of his parents waiting for you outside. But your luck? Yeah, it never worked in your favor.
âEnjoying your stay here?â His voice was as smooth as silk, and when you opened your eyes, there he was, Park Sunghoon, standing in the doorway with that charming smile of his. It was the kind of smile that could have melted heartsânot yours, though. Not now, not when he was the reason you were lying here, stuck in this bed, smelling nothing but disinfectant and medicine.
âYeah, itâs great,â you bit out, rolling your eyes. âA dream vacation. Smell of medicine, broken bones, IV dripsâjust paradise.â
Sunghoon chuckled softly, like he wasnât standing in front of you after nearly ruining your life. You could have thrown the flower pot sitting by your bed at himâwould have if the nurse hadnât spoken up at that exact moment.
âShe has a fracture in her leg and some soft tissue damage, but with rehabilitation, she should recover in twelve to eighteen weeks,â the nurse said, looking at Sunghoon like he actually cared about your prognosis.
âAlright. I get it,â he muttered, nodding as if he was taking mental notes, and you wondered why. Why was he still here? Why did he even care? He had already done his job, hadnât he? Paid the bills, covered the messâso why was he still hanging around?
The nurse excused herself, flashing what you swore was a knowing smile before she left the room. âOkay, then, enjoy your time with your girlfriend,â she said as she slipped out the door.
Girlfriend?! You nearly choked on your own breath. Girlfriend?? Really?! Your eyes shot to Sunghoon, demanding an explanation as you sat up straighter, the hospital blanket clenched in your fists.
âExplain,â you hissed, glaring at him with all the hatred you could muster. Your leg ached with the movement, but you ignored it, your whole body brimming with frustration.
He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. âWell... my dad wouldnât let me get involved after the accident. But I wanted to take responsibility, and the only way I could stay connected to this without the media getting involved was to pretend you were my girlfriend. That way, it looks like Iâm just... you know, paying your bills because I care.â
âBecause you care?â You scoffed, your voice dripping with venom. âAs expected. Rich people like you donât actually careâyou just want to clean up the mess and move on. Get the media off your back. Donât worry about me though, Sunghoon. Just stay away from me, because if you keep hanging around, I swear, I will go insane.â
You grabbed the flower pot with one hand, aiming it directly at his face. Your knuckles whitened from the grip, the tension boiling over.
âWhoa, whoa!â Sunghoon raised his hands defensively, stepping back with a sheepish smile that only infuriated you more. âCalm down. Iâm going, Iâm going.â
He slipped out of the room with a smile that seemed too nonchalant, like none of this was serious to him. He disappeared into the hallway, leaving you to stew in your anger.
You let out a long string of curses under your breath, tossing the flower pot back onto the bedside table with a huff. Your head fell back against the pillow, and you closed your eyes, groaning in frustration.
Why did this guy have to be so infuriating? Every time you thought about him, your blood boiled, and now you were stuck in this mess with him as the person supposedly âtaking careâ of you. What a joke.
You clutched the blanket tighter, trying to shake off the overwhelming mix of emotionsâanger, frustration, and the suffocating feeling of helplessness.
THE NEXT DAY?
SUNGHOON WAS BACK AGAIN.
You groaned inwardly, watching him from the corner of your eye as he quietly settled into the chair beside your hospital bed. He didn't speak, just sat there, his eyes glued to you. What the hell was his deal? You were already too tired to deal with the fact that this guy, who had already caused enough trouble in your life, was now making himself a permanent fixture in your hospital room.
âCan you just go away?â you murmured, voice low and raspy, refusing to look at him directly. It was irritating enough that he was hereâyou didnât want to give him the satisfaction of eye contact.
He shifted in his seat, leaning forward slightly as if he were genuinely invested in whatever non-existent conversation you were about to have. âI just... I just wanted to apologize,â he started, his tone softer than you expected. âLook, I never wanted this to happen. I didnât mean for you to get hurt, didnât want you to get this fractureââ
âDonât bother me with your false apologies,â you cut him off, your voice sharp as your eyes narrowed in on him. There was no way you were going to sit here and let him play the nice guy when he was the reason you were stuck in this bed. As far as you were concerned, his words were as hollow as his concern.
Sunghoon flinched at your dismissal, but his face quickly returned to that neutral, unreadable expression he always wore. Without missing a beat, he pulled out a small, elegant container from his side, opened it up, and began arranging a steaming bowl of ramen. The fragrant aroma hit your nose almost instantlyârich broth, a soft-boiled egg on the side, and a hint of spice. His personal chefâs touch, no doubt. How typical.
âHere.â He pushed the bowl towards you, chopsticks in hand, offering it like it was some grand gesture of peace.
You stared at it, the smell tempting your empty stomach. But hell no were you going to eat anything he gave you. Not after everything. It felt like taking pity food, and you werenât about to give him the satisfaction of thinking heâd done something nice.
âI donât want to eat this,â you refused coldly, crossing your arms over your chest and turning your head away as if the sight of it disgusted you.
Sunghoon blinked, clearly taken aback by your blunt rejection. The chopsticks hovered mid-air, the ramen dangling precariously off the ends. âThen... what are you gonna eat?â His tone wasnât mocking, just confusedâlike he couldnât fathom why anyone would refuse gourmet ramen made by a personal chef.
You bit back a sigh, feeling the frustration bubbling under your skin. âThe hospital food,â you replied flatly, knowing full well you had no intention of eating it. Who in their right mind actually wanted hospital food? But you werenât going to let him win. Even if it meant enduring that tasteless mush, you would.
âSuit yourself.â He shrugged, completely unfazed, and with the same calm indifference, he took a bite of the ramen himself. Leaning back in his chair, he made himself comfortable, savoring each bite like he had all the time in the world. The room was suddenly filled with the sound of his quiet chewing, and your irritation spiked.
âWhat the hell?â you muttered, glaring at him as he continued to eat in silence.
He glanced at you, the corner of his lips twitching as if he found this whole situation amusing. âYou said you didnât want it. So, Iâm eating it.â His tone was maddeningly casual, as if the fact that you were lying there in a hospital bed while he enjoyed a meal meant absolutely nothing to him.
âIââ You started, but your words stuck in your throat. Was he doing this on purpose? You glared at him, eyes narrowing, your frustration palpable. Without thinking, you grabbed the nearest pillow and hurled it at him with all the strength you could muster.
It hit him square in the chest, the force of it barely making him flinch, but it was enough to get his attention.
âJust eat somewhere else!â you snapped, your voice raising a bit louder than you intended. âNot near me. Youâre making me feel nauseous,â you added, feigning an exaggerated gag as you pressed your hand to your stomach, though in truth, your frustration was more mental than physical.
Sunghoon paused, chopsticks halfway to his mouth, his gaze flickering over to you. For a split second, you saw something in his eyesâsomething like amusement, or maybe even disbelief. But then, just as quickly, it was gone, replaced by his usual blank, indifferent expression.
âAlright, alright,â he muttered, pushing his chair back a few inches as if to placate you. He continued eating though, leaning further back, seemingly unbothered by your outburst.
You watched him in silence, your hands clenching the hospital blanket in frustration. How could someone be so infuriating? Every fiber of your being screamed to tell him off, to shout at him for being so... so... indifferent.
But deep down, you knew you couldnât push him too far. As much as you hated it, this guy and his filthy rich family were the ones footing your hospital bills. Without them, youâd be in deep trouble, maybe even kicked out by now. You needed to be civilâjust civil enoughâto keep this uncomfortable arrangement going. But that didnât mean you had to like it.
As Sunghoon continued eating, you couldnât stop your mind from wandering. Your job. What the hell were you supposed to tell your workplace? They were going to fire you for taking such a long break, werenât they? You were already behind on rent, behind on everything. And now, because of him, you were going to lose the only shred of stability you had left.
You glanced at him again, annoyance bubbling up inside you. This was all his fault.
Every second he stayed here, pretending to be remorseful, pretending to careâit only fueled your hatred more.
After finishing up his food, Sunghoon finally stood up from the chair, and for a blissful second, you thought he was about to leave. Peace, at last.
But no. You watched in dismay as he turned toward the door, only to return moments later with another steaming bowl of foodâsomething undoubtedly made by his annoyingly talented personal chef again. Your stomach growled involuntarily at the sight of it, but you werenât about to give him the satisfaction of knowing you wanted it.
Just as you were about to shoot him a glare, the nurse caring for you entered the room, pushing a small tray cart with the dreaded hospital food on it. Great. She offered a brief, polite smile as she placed the tray on your bedside table. The food looked even worse todayâif that was even possibleâbland and unappetizing, the kind of meal that probably hadnât seen salt or seasoning in years.
âHere you go, sweetie. Make sure you eat something,â the nurse said warmly before quickly leaving the room, clearly unaware of the ongoing battle of wills between you and Sunghoon.
As soon as the door clicked shut, you looked over at him. He was watching you, his elbow lazily perched on the arm of the chair, his hand supporting his chin. A slow, amused smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. That damn smirk. The one that made you want to throw something at himâif it werenât for your fractured leg keeping you bedridden.
âThank you,â you muttered halfheartedly, reluctantly picking up the plastic spoon that came with the hospital food. You took a bite of the mushy, tasteless concoction, and immediately regretted it. It was like eating wet cardboard. You fought hard not to gag, your throat tightening as the flavorless blob slid down.
Sunghoon chuckled quietly from across the room, his eyes never leaving you. âI thought you wanted hospital food?â he teased, leaning forward just a little as if to get a better look at your suffering.
You made a face, a sickened grimace pulling at your lips as soon as the nurse was out of sight. The taste was vile. And worse yet, Sunghoon seemed to be thoroughly enjoying watching you struggle.
âWell?â he asked, raising an eyebrow, his smirk widening. He knew you didnât want the hospital food. He knew, and that only seemed to make this entire situation even more entertaining for him.
Your pride was the only thing stopping you from throwing the tray out the window and devouring the meal he brought, but your body was betraying you. Your stomach growled again, loud enough for Sunghoon to hear. He chuckled, clearly amused by your stubbornness.
Before you could protest, he moved closer, balancing the bowl of ramen on his knee as he picked up his chopsticks. With an exaggerated nonchalance, he twirled some noodles around the chopsticks and brought them to your lips.
âHere,â he said, voice soft but teasing. âJust try it.â
You stared at the chopsticks hovering in front of you, your resolve weakening. The savory scent of the ramen was intoxicating, and before you knew it, your body betrayed you once again. You leaned forward and took a bite, unable to resist the warm, perfectly seasoned noodles. The difference in taste was almost enough to make you groan in relief.
Sunghoonâs smirk deepened as he watched you chew, his eyes glinting with amusement. âThatâs a good girl,â he murmured, the words rolling off his tongue with a teasing lilt.
Your eyes snapped up to meet his, and you glared at him through a mouthful of ramen. âDonât call me that,â you muttered, voice muffled as you chewed.
âWhy not?â He tilted his head slightly, his lips quirking up in playful curiosity. âYou donât like being called a good girl?â
âItâs cringe,â you replied shortly, swallowing the bite. âJust... feed me, dude.â
He raised an eyebrow at the casual âdudeâ and let out a soft snort of laughter. âDonât âdudeâ me,â he shot back, his tone playfully offended. He twirled more noodles around the chopsticks and held them up for you again.
You glared at him but leaned in for another bite, chewing slowly, savoring the flavor. Dammit, the ramen was good. Stupid rich kids and their personal chefs.
âWhy canât you be nice to me for just one second?â he asked, his voice light but with an edge of genuine curiosity.
You scoffed, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. âMaybe because you literally got my leg fractured.â
He let out a low sigh, his face softening as he leaned back in the chair, one hand resting lazily on his thigh while the other still held the chopsticks. âThat was a mistake.â
âA mistake that cost me my life,â you shot back, your voice laced with bitter sarcasm. You gestured to your leg, propped up awkwardly with a cast. âI canât work. Iâm stuck here. All because of you.â
He winced slightly, but it was brief, his calm expression returning just as quickly. âYeah, but Iâm paying for your bills and feeding you gourmet food. I think that counts for something.â
âOh, wow. Thanks. I guess Iâm supposed to be grateful that youâre throwing your money at the problem you caused,â you said, sarcasm dripping from every word.
He leaned in again, closer this time, his face just inches from yours as he held up the chopsticks with a piece of soft-boiled egg. âYou need protein to recover,â he said with mock seriousness, as if that somehow excused everything.
You gave him a long, unimpressed stare but opened your mouth reluctantly, letting him feed you the egg. It was delicious, of course.
Your bickering continued, the tension between you palpableâpart frustration, part something you didnât want to examine too closely. As much as you hated to admit it, there was something almost... comfortable in this strange back-and-forth. Even if he was insufferable. Even if he had ruined your life. There was something about the way he teased you, the way he looked at you with that annoying smirk, that was... unsettling in a way you couldnât quite describe.
âNext time,â you muttered between bites, âjust donât call me a good girl.â
Sunghoon grinned, eyes glinting with amusement. âWeâll see.â
A WEEK HAD PASSED,
AND SOMEHOW, THIS GUY,
PARK SUNGHOONâ
Had become an inescapable shadow in your life. He was always around, lingering like a ghost in the corner of your hospital room, and frankly, it was getting on your nerves. Youâd half expected him to get bored and move on, but no, he was persistent. Today was no exception, as he casually strolled in, dressed far too well for someone who supposedly had nothing better to do.
As if the universe wanted to test you even more, you suddenly realized you needed to use the bathroom. Perfect. With a fractured leg and several other annoying injuries, it wasnât exactly a simple task to just get up and go.
Your eyes flickered over to Sunghoon, who, as usual, was making himself comfortable in the chair beside your bed, scrolling through his phone like he had all the time in the world. How does he not have work? you wondered. But then again, he was rich. He probably was the bossâno one to yell at him for skipping out.
An idea popped into your head, one so devious it made you almost grin. If you were stuck in this hell because of him, then he was going to suffer for it, too.
âI need to use the washroom,â you said, your voice dripping with forced sweetness. You shot him a smile so sugary it could give someone a cavity.
He looked up from his phone, raising a single eyebrow, his expression both confused and slightly suspicious. âAnd why are you telling me this?â His tone was casual, but you could tell he was wondering what you were up to.
You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. Did he really not get it?
âWell,â you said, shrugging your shoulders nonchalantly, âbecause youâre going to help me get there.â
Sunghoonâs face twisted into an expression of disbelief, the confusion deepening as he stared at you. His brows furrowed, and he glanced from you to your cast, clearly trying to make sense of the situation. âCanât you just call the nurse?â he asked, his voice filled with exasperation.
You shrugged again, acting as though the answer was obvious. âThe nurse is probably busy with other patients. Youâre here, so... help me.â
For a moment, Sunghoon just stared at you, realizing that this was your revengeâyour small, petty way of getting back at him. You could see the gears turning in his head as he weighed his options, but ultimately, he sighed, knowing full well this was his fault. He couldnât say no. Not this time.
He stood up from his chair, slipping his phone into his pocket, and walked over to you. âFine,â he grumbled under his breath, though there was a subtle trace of amusement in his voice. âLetâs get this over with.â
You smirked, raising your arms toward him in a silent, exaggerated demand for help. He gave you a lookâone that said he knew exactly what you were doingâbut he bent down anyway, carefully placing his arm around your back to help you sit up.
His movements were surprisingly gentle as he shifted you, mindful of your injuries. For a moment, you almost forgot you were supposed to hate him, but the memory of your fractured leg came rushing back as you awkwardly stood, balancing on your good leg while he held you up.
âYouâve done this before, right?â you teased, leaning a bit more heavily on him than necessary.
He rolled his eyes but didnât answer, his grip tightening around your waist as he helped you off the bed. âJust donât fall on me,â he muttered, his voice laced with mild frustration.
You let out a small, fake gasp. âAre you afraid of a little contact, Sunghoon?â you asked, your tone dripping with mock innocence.
His jaw clenched slightly, but he ignored your jab, shifting his weight to better support you as he guided you toward the bathroom. âGosh, why canât you just call the nurse like a normal person?â he groaned, sounding far more exasperated now that he was actually having to deal with you.
âBecause,â you said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, âthis is your fault. You got me into this mess, and now you get to deal with it.â
He sighed again, clearly trying his hardest not to snap back at you. You could practically hear the patience draining out of him as he helped you into the bathroom, your body leaning heavily on his arm as you hobbled on one leg. His other hand hovered near your cast, careful not to jostle it.
Once you were inside the small bathroom, he slowly backed out, giving you space but not before shooting you a deadpan look. âYou good?â
You smirked, biting back a laugh. âIâll let you know when Iâm done.â
Sunghoon closed the door behind him with a soft click, but not before calling through the wood, âJust yell when youâre finished, Your Highness.â
Leaning against the bathroom sink, you couldnât help but smile in satisfaction. Revenge tasted sweet, even if it was petty. You knew Sunghoon didnât want to be here, playing nurse, but it felt good to trouble himâjust a little.
You took your time, prolonging your stay in the bathroom for as long as possible, savoring the knowledge that Sunghoon was waiting outside. Maybe it was childish, but it made you feel a bit better, if only for a moment.
As you lingered in the bathroom, relishing in your small, mischievous victory, Sunghoon's voice rang out from the other side of the door, his tone laced with irritation.
âYou done?â he called out, his voice slightly muffled through the door.
You smirked, leaning your head back against the cool tile of the bathroom wall, debating whether to prolong this little game. But fate, it seemed, had other plans for you. In your attempt to stand up properly, your balance wavered. Your injured leg buckled slightly, causing you to slip, creating a loud thud that echoed off the walls.
âOh God?! Did you break your leg again?â Sunghoonâs voice immediately shifted from annoyance to a surprising edge of concern. You could hear the door handle jiggle as he attempted to open it.
In a panic, you yelled back before he could barge in. âDonât even try! I havenât pulled my pants up!â Your voice wobbled between panic and embarrassment, heat rising to your cheeks despite yourself.
There was a brief pause, followed by a mixture of relief and exasperation in his tone. âSeriously?â
You could practically feel his embarrassment from behind the door as he rubbed the back of his neck, caught between wanting to help and this awkward situation. âThen pull them up!â he said, as though that solved everything. The sheer audacity of his tone made your eye twitch.
âListen, boy,â you snapped, your voice dripping with sarcasm and frustration. âIf I could pull them up, donât you think Iâd be able to walk out? Iâm literally stuck on the floor. And itâs disgusting down here!â
His groan was audible through the door, no doubt paired with him running a hand over his face in disbelief. âAre you serious right now?â he muttered, more to himself than to you.
The back-and-forth bickering continued for what felt like forever, with you calling out orders and him grumbling on the other side of the door. After what seemed like an eternity, you finally gave up trying to maintain any shred of dignity in this situation.
âOkay, I pulled them up! Now, help me get out of here,â you finally yelled, exhausted from the struggle.
Sunghoon let out a deep, exaggerated sigh of relief, one that almost made you want to smack him if it werenât for your current predicament. âPhew, finally.â You could practically hear him rolling his eyes.
The door opened, and Sunghoon stepped inside with a mix of irritation and amusement. He bent down to help you, slipping his arm around your waist once more, lifting you up with practiced ease. You let out a small huff as he guided your weight against him, his warm hand steadying you as your body adjusted to standing again.
Without another word, you wobbled toward the sink, more than ready to return to the bed, but you couldnât just ignore the fact that your hands were still dirty. Sunghoon kept his arm around you as you leaned over the sink to wash your hands, his eyes narrowing as he observed what you were doing.
"You..." he started, trailing off, his eyes slowly widening in horror. âYou havenât washed your hands yet, have you?â
You glanced up at him through the mirror, raising an eyebrow. âObviously not. I fell, genius,â you muttered, as though this was the most obvious thing in the world.
Sunghoonâs face instantly paled, his eyes darting from his hands to yours, his expression shifting from shock to absolute disgust. He immediately let go of you, stepping back like youâd just told him you had the plague.
âYou did NOT just touch me with unwashed hands,â he said, his voice a mix of horror and disgust as he dramatically recoiled. His hand hovered in the air, shaking slightly, before he rushed to the other side of the sink, furiously scrubbing his hands with soap, as though he were trying to rid himself of every possible germ.
Watching him panic was somehow immensely satisfying, a smug grin curling your lips as you watched him suffer in disgust. âEww, eww, eww!â he muttered to himself as he scrubbed, his face twisted in revulsion.
âServes you right,â you quipped, leaning back against the wall, watching him frantically rinse his hands as though his life depended on it.
âYouâre disgusting,â he shot back, glaring at you through the mirror, but the corner of his mouth twitched as though he were trying hard not to smile.
"Donât act like I planned to fall, Sunghoon,â you retorted, crossing your arms as you continued to lean on him for support, your smirk never faltering. âBut seeing you in painâthis... disgustâI gotta admit, it feels kinda good.â
He shot you a look, half exasperated and half amused, running a hand through his hair. âYouâre something else,â he muttered, shaking his head as he helped you back toward the bed.
As much as you wanted to hate him, there was something oddly... endearing about his reaction. The tension between the two of you simmered beneath the surface, a strange mix of frustration, amusement, and something else you refused to acknowledge.
âI know,â you said, smirking as you let him help you lie down on the bed again. âIâm the best kind of trouble.â
Sunghoon scoffed, rolling his eyes, but there was a flicker of something in his gazeâsomething that made the air between you shift. For a moment, the banter fell silent, replaced by an unspoken tension. You both looked away at the same time, the quiet hum of the hospital room filling the space where your words had been.
It wasnât hatred, not anymoreânot exactly. It was something far more complicated than that.
AGAIN,
The next week went by in a haze of frustration, playful revenge, and shared irritations. What had started as your deep-seated hatred for Sunghoon for causing your fractured leg evolved into something less easy to define. It became a bizarre game of you tormenting him with every small inconvenience, while he reluctantly dealt with the trouble, almost as if he believed he deserved it. You had no idea why he kept coming back, why he hadn't just left you to the hospital staffâyet here he was. Every day. Helping you.
And today? Today, you were bored out of your mind, sick of the sterile walls of your hospital room and the bland hospital gown clinging uncomfortably to your skin. The thought of sitting in that stiff bed for another minute was unbearable. Naturally, you decided Sunghoon should suffer the consequences of your boredom too. After all, he was the reason you were here in the first place.
âTake me out for a walk,â youâd said earlier, putting on your best guilt-trip face. âItâs the weekend, you have time. Iâve been stuck here for days.â
Sunghoon, standing at the foot of your bed with an exasperated sigh, had rubbed his temples as if debating whether to throw you into the wheelchair himself or just walk out. But he didn't. With a reluctant grunt and a muttered âFine, whatever,â he agreed, grabbing the wheelchair from the corner and helping you into it.
Now, as he pushed you down the hospital hallway, your eyes gleamed with mischief. Your fractured leg was propped up awkwardly, wrapped in thick layers of bandages, and your body was still healing, but you were reveling in making him work for it.
"The garden!" you demanded, pointing outside through the glass doors like a queen giving orders to her servant.
Sunghoon, visibly tired from both the physical effort and the mental strain of dealing with you, gave a long-suffering sigh. âYou enjoy this,â he muttered, his voice barely hiding the annoyance beneath. It wasnât a question. He knew you were having way too much fun making his life difficult.
You didnât answer him. Instead, you leaned back in the wheelchair with a smug grin, watching the trees and flowers of the hospital garden come into view. The warm sunlight kissed your skin, a far cry from the cold hospital walls. This, oddly enough, felt freeing. And it was even better knowing Sunghoon was stuck with you through it. He owed you, after all.
As you rolled along the gardenâs paths, you caught sight of something from the corner of your eyeâflashes. The unmistakable click of cameras. Paparazzi.
Your smile widened. You remembered the lies Sunghoon had told the nurseâhow he had casually, with that infuriating confidence, claimed you were his girlfriend to save face. He was wealthy, privileged, and undoubtedly terrified of the media catching wind of the real storyâthat he was the one who crashed into you and got you in this mess.
A WICKED IDEA BLOOMED IN YOUR MIND.
Without warning, you let out a loud, exaggerated sob, your shoulders shaking dramatically as you hid your face in your hands. The sound echoed across the garden, loud enough that even the photographers several feet away perked up, their lenses immediately focusing on you.
Sunghoon immediately froze, halting the wheelchair in confusion. âWhat are you doing?â he asked, his brow furrowing as he moved to your side, kneeling down beside you. His eyes darted around, realizing the attention you were drawing.
But you didnât stop. You cried even louder, your voice cracking as you spoke, âItâs because of you! You ruined me! You ruined my life!â Your words were over the top, a dramatic sob story for the cameras.
Sunghoonâs eyes went wide with panic, his expression a mix of horror and disbelief as the realization hit him like a ton of bricks. He glanced over at the paparazzi, whose cameras were now flashing like crazy, capturing every tear, every quiver of your voice. âYouâre kidding, right?â His voice was low, trying to keep his cool but clearly rattled.
You shot him a look through tear-filled eyes that could have won you an Oscar for Best Actress. âI canât believe you did this to me,â you sobbed again, clutching your leg for dramatic effect. âAll because you werenât paying attention!â
He leaned in closer, his voice barely above a whisper as he desperately tried to contain the situation. âPlease, donât do this,â he pleaded, his eyes darting nervously between you and the flashing cameras.
But you werenât done. Oh no. You were just getting started. âI shouldâve never trusted you!â you wailed, loud enough for the photographers to pick up every word.
Sunghoonâs jaw clenched, panic flooding his features as the paparazzi moved closer, their cameras capturing every second of your breakdown. He looked desperate, and it was almost... satisfying. Watching him squirm under the weight of his own lies felt like sweet revenge.
You were just about to spill the whole truthâabout how heâd been the one to hit you with his motorbike, how heâd been pretending you were his girlfriend to save his reputationâwhen Sunghoon, clearly sensing what you were about to do, suddenly placed his hand firmly over your mouth, silencing you in an instant.
Your eyes widened in shock as his palm pressed against your lips. Without saying a word, he grabbed the wheelchair handles with his other hand and started pushing you back toward the hospital entrance, ignoring the flurry of camera flashes now going wild as the paparazzi captured the scene.
You muffled against his hand, glaring at him furiously as he practically ran down the hospital pathway, steering you out of sight from the media frenzy.
He didnât stop until you were back inside the hospital, away from prying eyes. When he finally removed his hand from your mouth, you gasped, shooting him a withering glare.
âWhat the hell, Sunghoon?!â you yelled, still breathless from the intensity of it all.
He turned to face you, his expression a mixture of frustration and something you couldnât quite place. âWhat the hell? Are you insane?! You were going to ruin me out there!â
âI should ruin you!â you shot back, crossing your arms as best as you could in the wheelchair. âYou deserve it!â
His face softened for just a split second, a flicker of something unreadable passing through his eyes. âYeah, maybe I do,â he muttered, running a hand through his hair. âBut donât think for a second Iâm going to let you drag me down that easily.â
You stared at him, caught off guard by the sudden tension between youâsomething beyond the irritation, beyond the bickering. Something you werenât quite ready to acknowledge.
He turned away, gripping the wheelchair handles once more as he moved you back toward your room in silence. And as much as you hated him, you couldnât help but feel something else too.
As Sunghoon pushed your wheelchair back into the hospital, you couldnât help but notice the other patients scattered throughout the halls. Most were older, their faces worn with the kind of wisdom you only get from enduring the passage of time. You saw them glance your way, eyes lighting up with admiration, clearly assuming that you and Sunghoon were some kind of tragic but loving couple, destined to overcome hardship together.
Ha. As if.
There wasnât a drop of love here. The very thought made you internally cringe. If only they knew the truthâthat Sunghoon was the reason you were in this wheelchair in the first place. That this whole âboyfriend-girlfriendâ facade was just a cover-up for his recklessness. But, no. To them, he was probably some knight in shining armor, dutifully pushing his beloved around the hospital.
You caught a glimpse of an elderly woman giving you a soft smile, and you had to suppress the urge to roll your eyes. This wasnât a fairytale romanceâit was a mess. A tangled, ridiculous mess.
Sunghoon finally maneuvered you back into your hospital room, the wheels of the chair squeaking as he parked it beside your bed. He bent down, his fingers curling around the handles of the wheelchair as if ready to help you out. For a brief second, you could see the faint lines of stress etched into his face, the way his jaw was clenched just a little too tightly.
Before he could do anything, though, his phone buzzed. He glanced down at the screen, eyebrows knitting together in a frown. He hesitated, clearly debating whether or not to answer, but eventually muttered, âIâll just take this real quick.â
He stepped away, answering the call with a curt, âYeah?â His voice was low, tense. As the conversation unfolded, you heard snippets of his replies: âI know better,â and âIâm an adult,â followed by a string of sighs. You couldnât hear the other person on the line, but you could guess. It was probably one of his parents, likely lecturing him for spending so much time around you. After all, why would the rich, polished Sunghoon waste his precious time with some girl heâd accidentally injured?
But the truth was, Sunghoon couldnât just up and leave you. Oh no. The media was already onto you both, snapping pictures every time you were in public together. If he suddenly disappeared now, theyâd think he was the kind of guy who bailed on his girlfriend just because she got injured. His reputation would plummet faster than youâd hit the ground earlier.
Still, was it the truth? That Sunghoon didnât want to be around you?
The reality was more complicated. You couldnât even imagine calling him a friend, let alone anything more. This was a weird, temporary arrangementânothing else.
âIâll be back,â Sunghoon muttered under his breath, still distracted by his phone. Without a second glance in your direction, he hurried out of the room, his footsteps echoing down the hallway as he disappeared.
Wait. What?
You blinked, staring at the empty space where he had been just moments ago. Did he seriously just walk out without helping you get back into bed? Your mouth fell open in disbelief.
âAre you kidding me?â you whispered to the empty room.
You waited, expecting him to come back any minute now, to walk in with that same frustrated expression and a sarcastic apology on his lips. Five minutes passed. Then ten. Fifteen. Nothing.
An entire hour dragged by, and stillâno Sunghoon. The nurse was nowhere to be found either, probably off on her rounds, leaving you completely and utterly alone.
The frustration boiled inside you. There was no way you were going to stay trapped in this wheelchair any longer. It wasnât comfortable, and the bedâdespite being stiff and unwelcomingâlooked like heaven compared to the cold seat you were stuck in.
Taking a deep breath, you decided to do it yourself.
Carefully, you placed your hands on the armrests, trying to hoist yourself up. Your fractured leg protested immediately, the dull ache turning into a sharp pain, but you ignored it. You couldnât afford to fall, not now. You just had to get onto the bed.
One step. Then another.
You winced as your good leg took the brunt of your weight, wobbling unsteadily. It was like trying to walk a tightrope while holding a stack of plates. Your body swayed, arms trembling as you gripped the bed frame for support. Almost there. You could feel the edge of the mattress pressing against your fingertips.
And thenâyour foot slipped.
With a sickening thud, you fell face-first into the mattress, your body collapsing awkwardly against the bed frame. Pain shot through your leg as you let out a sharp gasp.
âDamn it!â you cursed under your breath, your voice muffled by the bedspread. âSunghoon, this is all your fault!â
You lay there for a moment, too stunned and too furious to move. How could he just leave you like that? The idiot was probably off taking some important call while you were stuck in this miserable situation. Your hatred for him simmered again, bubbling to the surface like boiling water ready to spill over.
With a groan, you tried to push yourself up, your muscles straining as you fought to get into a proper position on the bed. Your face burned with embarrassment and anger. All you could think about was how Sunghoon was going to get an earful whenâifâhe ever came back.
But, despite the frustration, there was something else gnawing at the edges of your thoughts. Something you didnât want to acknowledge. Something about the way his expression had softened just before he left, like he wasnât entirely indifferent to you. Like there was something there, beneath all the sarcastic quips and exasperated sighs.
No. You shook your head, refusing to entertain the idea. This wasnât some clichĂŠ hospital romance where the guy who ruined your life suddenly became your savior. Sunghoon wasnât some misunderstood prince charming. He was just... Sunghoon. Annoying, frustrating, and absolutely the last person you wanted to deal with.
Still, as you lay there, face buried in the hospital bed, you couldnât help but feel that gnawing frustration twisting into something else. Something far more complicated.
THE NEXT DAY PASSED IN A HAZE.
And the day after that.
And another day.
Each one crawled by, dragging itself through hours that felt like days. But Sunghoon didnât return. Not a text, not a call, not even a shadow of his presence outside your hospital room. You didnât want to admit it, but his absence gnawed at you. Was he sick? Had something happened? Why the hell were you even wondering about it?
You shouldnât care.
You didnât care.
In fact, you should be overjoyed if he had caught some miserable flu. Orâbetter yetâif he had gotten into trouble of his own for once. Youâd be happy. Relieved, even.
Right?
Except, you werenât. Something unsettling tugged at the back of your mind. Maybe it was guilt, maybe it was the fact that he hadnât said a word before disappearing. But the more you tried to push the thought away, the more it latched onto you.
And then the door to your hospital room creaked open, a slow twist of the knob announcing a presence you hadnât expected.
In walked a woman.
Her aura screamed wealth, a kind of quiet, effortless opulence that you recognized instantlyâthe tailored coat, the way her silk scarf draped perfectly over her shoulders, and most notably, her glasses. You had never seen anyone wear glasses that looked like they cost more than your entire hospital stay.
She didnât spare you much of a glance at first, too busy taking off her glasses with a dismissive flick of her wrist. But as soon as her eyes met yours, you felt the air shift. Her gaze was sharp, calculating, and instantly made you sit up straighter in bed, pressing your back against the headboard.
Was this Sunghoonâs mother?
The question popped into your mind, but the answer came without you having to ask. Her next words confirmed everything.
âSo, youâre that girl,â she said, her voice clipped as her eyes flickered over you. It wasnât even a question, more of a statement. You were that girlâthe one her son had dragged into this mess. You shifted uncomfortably under her gaze, but somehow managed to muster some sarcasm.
âYeah, the girl your son fractured the leg of,â you shot back, the words leaving your mouth with a little too much venom. But, realizing this was probably not the time for jokes, you cleared your throat.
The woman didnât look amused. Instead, she merely hummed, clearly not interested in exchanging pleasantries.
âIâm here to talk,â she said flatly, ignoring your tone entirely. Her eyes, sharp as ever, stayed fixed on you, not even bothering with an introduction. You could hear some faint commotion outside the room, likely the nurses eavesdropping, curious about the sudden appearance of such an elegant woman.
âOkayâŚâ you replied, scratching the back of your neck nervously, your mind already racing. What could she possibly want?
Without a hint of hesitation, Sunghoonâs mother stepped closer to your bed, pulling something out of her bagâa cheque. She laid it on your blanket-covered lap with a kind of quiet authority that made it clear this wasnât a negotiation.
âTake this,â she said, her voice calm but firm. âAnd leave my son.â
You blinked, staring at the cheque in disbelief. Was this really happening? It felt like a scene ripped straight out of a cheesy drama. Your mouth opened to respond, but before you could, she continued, her tone icy and business-like.
âIf the media says anything, tell them the two of you broke up because of something you did.â
The words hit you like a slap. So this was it, huh? A payoff. A quick exit plan for the inconvenience you had become. Without thinking, you picked up the cheque. Shamelessly, even. You werenât going to pretend like you werenât curious. Your eyes widened slightly as you glanced at the amount.
It was a lot.
Enough to cover an expensive surgery. Heck, enough to completely change your lifeâyour face, your identity. Maybe even start fresh. Your heart raced for a moment, but then a sneaky idea popped into your head. Maybe you could push this a little further.
âI canât take this,â you muttered, putting on your best âreluctantâ act. You hoped it came off as genuine, like you were too noble to accept a bribe. You glanced up at her from under your lashes, waiting to see her reaction.
For a split second, her eyes narrowed, and thenâwithout a wordâshe reached into her bag again, pulling out another cheque. This one was double the amount of the first.
Your internal grin nearly split your face in two.
âIâll take it,â you replied immediately, the words leaving your mouth faster than you could process them. You grabbed the second cheque, abandoning any pretense of hesitation. This was too good to pass up. Who cared about Sunghoon? You werenât even his girlfriend. You didnât owe him anything, and this was way too much money to let go.
Sunghoonâs mother arched a brow, a small smirk curling at the corner of her lips. âYouâre smart,â she said, her voice dripping with a patronizing kind of approval. Before you could even react, she patted your head like you were some kind of obedient puppy. The gesture made your skin crawl, but you forced yourself to stay still, biting back the urge to snap at her.
With that, she turned and strode out of the room, her heels clicking against the tiled floor in a rhythm that oozed confidence and control. You watched her leave, the door closing with a soft click behind her.
For a moment, the room was silent, save for the distant chatter outside the door. You glanced down at the cheques in your hands, the weight of them sinking in.
You couldnât help but laugh under your breath. This was it. After years of living in that godforsaken orphanage, of scraping by, of enduring the endless bullyingâyou were finally getting a break.
Who knew a fractured leg could be this profitable? If this was what came from one little accident, maybe getting hit again wouldnât be the worst thing in the world.
At least you knew one thing for sure: money beats boys. Every time.
YOU EXPECTED TO NEVER SEE SUNGHOON EVER AGAIN. In fact, you had made peace with itâor, at least, you thought you had. But that didnât stop the daily ritual that had developed between you, Wonyoung, and Hanni.
They sat on either side of your hospital bed, a swirl of indignation and venom, bitching relentlessly about the guy who had caused all of thisâSunghoon.
At least you had your friends. They were here, taking time out of their lives to be by your side, and if that wasnât love, you didnât know what was. Wonyoung sat perched on the edge of the hospital bed, her legs crossed with effortless grace, while Hanni lounged at the foot of your bed, absently stroking your hair like you were a cat. They had barely paused for breath since theyâd walked into the room, diving headfirst into their favorite topic: how much they despised Sunghoon.
"I mean, the guy just fractures your leg and disappears without so much as a note?" Wonyoung scoffed, her voice dripping with disbelief as she flung her arms in the air like she wanted to strangle him. She shot you a look that said how could you have possibly put up with this idiot?
âAnd letâs not forget,â Hanni added, leaning forward conspiratorially as if Sunghoon might somehow hear them through the walls, âheâs probably just out there living his little rich boy life while youâre stuck in here, waiting for your leg to heal.â
She shook her head in disgust, fingers still lightly grazing your scalp. âRich bastards are always like this,â she muttered under her breath, giving you a soft pat like she was reassuring you that you werenât alone in your suffering.
You could feel a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips, watching the two of them fuel each otherâs fire. Neither of them had actually met Sunghoon, but they hated him with the burning passion of a thousand suns, and honestly, it was kind of hilarious to watch.
âI know, right? Like, how dare he?â Wonyoung continued, practically vibrating with indignation. âDoes he think just because heâs rich and pretty, he can just act like that and not have any consequences?â
Her eyes narrowed, lips pulling into a thin line, as she mimicked slapping someone in the air. âIf I ever see him, I swear to god Iâm going to knock some sense into that stupid, spoiledââ
âOh, please,â Hanni interrupted with a snort. âIf you ever saw him, you'd probably get distracted by how disgustingly handsome he is and forget all about punching him.â
Wonyoung blinked at her, feigning innocence. âMe? Never. Iâm immune to pretty boys.â
âSure.â Hanni teased, rolling her eyes. âTell that to your last crush.â
You couldnât help but laugh softly at their bickering, the sound surprising you. It was strange how comforting their presence was, even though all they seemed to do was rip into Sunghoon. Not that you minded, of course. They were rightâhe deserved it. Completely.
âŚRight?
You listened as they went back and forth, each taking turns trashing him for his ghosting act. The more they bitched, the more venomous their words became, but somewhere deep down, you couldnât help but feel a small, annoying tug of⌠something else.
Sure, you hated Sunghoon. You absolutely detested him. He had caused this whole mess, fractured your leg, and then vanished into thin air without so much as a âSorry, hope youâre doing okay.â The guy didnât even have the decency to send flowers. Who does that?
But⌠still. A part of youâa very, very tiny partâmissed him. Even though he was infuriating. Even though heâd probably caused you more stress than anyone else in your life. You couldnât shake the strange pang of absence, the way the hospital room felt oddly emptier without him awkwardly hovering around like your personal nurse. Maybe it was the fact that, for a few fleeting moments, youâd been able to annoy the hell out of him and enjoy watching him fumble over basic hospital tasks. There was a twisted kind of satisfaction in making a guy like himâa spoiled, oblivious rich boyâtake care of you.
But more than that, you missed having someone to direct your frustration at. As much as you enjoyed watching Wonyoung and Hanni tear him to shreds on your behalf, it wasnât quite the same.
âSeriously, though,â Hanni said, dragging you out of your thoughts, âI bet heâs out at some fancy restaurant right now, eating caviar or whatever rich people eat, without a single thought about you.â
Wonyoung huffed, leaning back on her elbows. âProbably. You know, I bet heâs never even eaten instant ramen. Can you imagine?â
You snorted. âYeah, because the moment he tastes anything less than five-star cuisine, his delicate palate might collapse.â
Wonyoung laughed, but then her expression grew more serious. âItâs just messed up, though. He leaves you here to rot, and for what? Did he even like you?â
You shrugged, trying to keep your tone light. âWho knows? I think I was just a⌠distraction for him.â
âThatâs even worse,â Hanni said, crossing her arms. âHonestly, you shouldâve asked for more when his mom came by with that cheque. They owe you a hell of a lot more than just money after all this.â
Wonyoungâs eyes widened. âWait, his mom came here? And gave you money?â
âOh, right. I forgot to mention that part,â you said, suppressing a grin as you leaned back against your pillow. âYeah, his mom basically bribed me to stay away from him. Two cheques, actually.â
Hanniâs jaw dropped. âYouâre kidding.â
âWish I was,â you replied, the grin breaking free. âApparently, I was such a nuisance that she wanted to pay me off to disappear from Sunghoonâs life for good.â
Wonyoung let out a low whistle. âDamn. You shouldâve held out for a third cheque.â
âHonestly,â Hanni added, shaking her head in disbelief. âRich people are something else.â
You laughed, a bit more genuinely this time, as they continued to bitch about Sunghoon and his high-society family. But despite the humor and the camaraderie, there was still that nagging feeling. That tiny, irritating itch in the back of your mind.
You didnât miss himânot exactly. But maybe, just maybe, you missed the chaos that came with him. And, unfortunately, chaos had a way of finding its way back.
You just didnât know it yet.
âWoah, I didnât expect you to bad bitch about me the second I disappear,â came a familiar voice from the doorway, smooth and dripping with sarcasm. You didnât even have to turn your head to know who it was. The all-too-familiar dramatic hurt expression was already imprinted in your mindâthe same one Sunghoon wore whenever he wanted to be the center of attention, which was, frankly, all the time.
You snapped your head in his direction, and there he wasâleaning casually against the doorframe, arms crossed as if he hadn't just walked in unannounced, with that smug smirk plastered on his ridiculously perfect face. His brows were raised in mock disbelief, his lips twisted into an amused pout, as if he'd caught you red-handed in the act of a crime. How dare you talk about me when Iâm not here? his expression screamed. But it wasnât just that. No. Sunghoon looked⌠annoyingly good.
The worst part? He knew it.
Hanni and Wonyoung, who had been enthusiastically leading the charge in your anti-Sunghoon crusade just moments ago, froze mid-rant, their jaws practically hitting the floor. The air thickened with awkward tension, the kind that made your stomach do a weird flip. You glanced at your friends, fully expecting them to keep up the bitching. Surely, they wouldnât back down nowânot after all the trash-talking theyâd just unleashed on his name, right? But when you turned to look at them, all you saw were wide eyes and flushed cheeks.
Wait a minute. Were they⌠shy?
Hanni was the first to break. Her voice, usually sharp and unfiltered, faltered as she stared at Sunghoon like he had descended from the heavens. âWere we talking about him?â she whispered under her breath, as if you hadnât just spent the last ten minutes cursing his existence. She blinked, clearly taken aback by his presence. So handsome, soâ you could practically hear her thoughts scrambling for coherence.
Wonyoung, on the other hand, was shamelessly gawking. Gone was the fire-breathing dragon ready to rip Sunghoon to shreds. Instead, she was wide-eyed, as if sheâd never seen a human so beautiful in her life. âUhâŚâ She trailed off, her brain short-circuiting under his gaze. So much for being immune to pretty boys.
You huffed, rolling your eyes at their sudden change of demeanor. Traitors.
Before you could say anything, Sunghoon took a leisurely step into the room, his presence practically swallowing the space whole. âYour mom told me to stay away from you,â you muttered under your breath, glaring at him in the hopes that it would somehow send him running for the hills. As if mentioning his mother would magically undo his annoying existence. âAnd by the way,â you added, âIâm not giving that money back. No way.â
Sunghoonâs smirk only widened, the infuriating bastard. âWell, yeah,â he said nonchalantly, as if discussing the weather, âshe told you to stay away from me, but Iâm still allowed to stay close to you. Youâre not the one initiating this.â He shrugged, as if his logic was sound and you were the one being difficult.
You stared at him, dumbfounded. What? You actually had to tilt your head back to process that nonsense. Was he serious? You blinked, glanced up at the ceiling as if the answer to his ridiculous statement might be written up there, and then back at him.
He wasnât joking.
You were about to retortâabout to remind him just how absurd that soundedâwhen you glanced at your two supposed best friends, expecting them to jump in and tear him a new one. But instead, they were still sitting there, suddenly very preoccupied with⌠being shy? Their gazes darted anywhere but at Sunghoon, as if he was some untouchable, otherworldly figure they couldnât dare criticize anymore.
You scoffed under your breath. Unbelievable.
âWellâŚâ You tried to gather your thoughts, but before you could finish, Hanni shifted beside youâby accident, of courseâand her elbow brushed against your injured leg. Pain shot through your body, and you winced, sucking in a sharp breath. âOw!â
Immediately, Sunghoon was at your side, crossing the room in a flash, his expression now serious as he kneeled beside you, his hands hovering over your injured leg. âAre you okay? Let me see.â
Your instinct was to push him awayâto tell him to back off and leave you alone. The last thing you needed was him fussing over you like he actually cared. But you were injured, and Sunghoon had the upper handâliterally. His fingers gently pressed against your leg, checking to see if you were in pain, and despite your best efforts, you couldnât stop him. You tried to shove him off, but he was stronger, and your body wasnât exactly in fighting shape.
âStopââ you muttered, but your voice was weak. And, truthfully, despite how much you hated him, you let him check because⌠well, he was good at it. Annoyingly good.
Hanni, meanwhile, had the audacity to mutter under her breath, âShouldâve brought popcorn. This is hella interesting.â She shot you a guilty look, clearly aware that sheâd caused the whole thing by bumping into your leg, but that didnât stop her from thoroughly enjoying the drama unfolding right before her eyes.
Wonyoung, who had somehow recovered from her stunned silence, leaned back and muttered, âRight.â She was watching the whole scene play out like she was stuck in the middle of some romantic comedy, her eyes darting between you and Sunghoon like she was waiting for the inevitable kiss scene.
âWerenât you two on the #hatehim team?â you hissed, glaring at both of them as Sunghoon finally pulled back, satisfied that your leg wasnât worse off than before.
Wonyoung blinked innocently, already gathering her things. âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
âYeah,â Hanni added with a shrug, standing up and brushing imaginary dust off her jeans. âWeâre just, uh⌠neutral parties.â
Before you could even comprehend what was happening, they both stood, gathered their bags, and exchanged quick looks like they had just silently agreed on something. In unison, they made their way to the door, Wonyoung gesturing for Hanni to follow her like they were in some secret mission.
âWaitâare you leaving?!â you called after them, your voice laced with disbelief.
Hanni flashed you an apologetic smile, but her feet didnât stop moving. âWeâll see you later! Good luck!â
With that, the two of them excused themselves, slipping out of the room like nothing had happened, leaving you alone with Sunghoon. You blinked after them, incredulous. They had changed their minds way too fast. How the hell did that even happen? Just ten minutes ago, they had been ripping Sunghoon apart, and now? Now they were acting like he was some kind of romantic hero who had fallen from the stars to sweep you off your feet.
You sighed, sinking back against your pillow.
But even as you stared at the door, trying to figure out how your two best friends had suddenly betrayed you, the nagging worry crept back into your mind. The cheques. You couldnât help but glance at Sunghoon out of the corner of your eye, wondering if he would tell his mom about this little reunion. You would kill him if the money got taken back.
And just like that, Sunghoon was once again at the center of your frustrationsâalways, always causing trouble.
THE FACT THAT THE SUNGHOON â the only son of Park Corporationâhad re-entered your life wasnât exactly a secret, nor did it stay hidden from the one person who mattered most: his mother. There was no way sheâd let this slide. And just as you predicted, not long after Sunghoon's unexpected return, his mother showed up at your hospital room door once again, this time with backup.
And by backup, you meant Sunghoon's older cousin brother, Jay. A man whose only crime, as far as you could tell, was being related to the Park family. If Sunghoon was infuriating, Jay seemed like heâd rather be anywhere else but here. His discomfort radiated off him like a bad cologneâtoo strong, and kind of pitiful. His eyes darted nervously around the room, like he was scared to make eye contact with you. Honestly, you werenât even sure if he knew why he was there.
Mrs. Park nudged him sharply, her manicured nails digging into his arm. âTell her,â she hissed, clearly fed up with his lack of initiative.
Jay, however, looked more like he was preparing for a high school speech than an intimidating favor-demanding confrontation. He rubbed the back of his neck, looked down at his palm, probably reciting some mental script he had prepared on the way here, and cleared his throat awkwardly.
âUh⌠soâŚâ
You raised an eyebrow. Was this really happening? The Park Corporation sent this guy? This was their best shot at trying to intimidate you? First, Sunghoon barges into your life like a hurricane, and now his cousin shows up, looking like heâs one deep breath away from fainting. Honestly, you felt bad for Mrs. Park. How did she expect these two to run a massive conglomerate? You stifled a laugh, pity almost bubbling up in your chest.
Before Jay could stumble through another word, though, the door burst open, and in walked the person you least wanted to see. Of course. Of course Sunghoon had perfect timing. He always seemed to show up when things were about to get interesting, like some messed-up alarm system that detected whenever you were about to make some extra cash off his familyâs dramatics. You barely blinked before he was standing there, arms crossed, leaning against the doorframe as if he hadnât just barged in.
âJay,â Sunghoon muttered, his tone heavy with disappointment, âYou too?â
Jay immediately straightened up, as if trying to salvage what little pride he had left. âYour mom asked me to. Trust me, I didnât want to do this.â He stepped back, throwing his hands up as though he were surrendering to the inevitable.
Sunghoonâs mother, however, had zero patience for this nonsense. She let out a dramatic sigh, pressing a hand to her temple as if dealing with two grown men acting like toddlers was giving her a migraine. âWhat else could I do when my son is wasting his time on this?â She waved a hand in your direction, as though you were an unpleasant distraction from Sunghoonâs otherwise charmed life. Her voice dripped with irritation, as though you were personally responsible for ruining her perfectly laid plans.
You paused mid-bite, glancing at her with an amused smirk. She had brought her sonâs cousin to what? Scare you? Threaten you into backing off? You leaned back against the pillows on your hospital bed, casually spearing another piece of the expensive meal Sunghoon had brought you earlier. A luxurious spread, by the way. How thoughtful. You chewed slowly, savoring both the food and the unfolding chaos in front of you. It was like watching a soap opera, but better, because it was real. And because you were the center of it.
Sunghoon ran a hand through his hair, visibly annoyed by his motherâs theatrics. âThis again? Seriously, Mom?â His gaze flickered toward Jay, who was doing his best to blend into the wallpaper. âYou got Jay involved in this?â
âHe didnât have a choice,â Mrs. Park snapped, crossing her arms over her chest. She stood in the middle of the room, clearly expecting to command the entire situation with her presence alone. âI canât just stand by while you throw away your future onââ She glanced at you with disdain, the kind only a Park could muster. âThis girl.â
You snorted, taking another bite of food. âThis girl is sitting right here, you know.â
Sunghoonâs eyes flicked to you, briefly softening in what might have been sympathyâor maybe annoyance. Hard to tell. Either way, he turned back to his mother, exasperation bleeding into his voice. âIâm not âthrowing awayâ anything. Youâre making a big deal out of nothing.â
His mother wasnât having it. âYouâve been running around for days, ignoring your responsibilities for this⌠this situation!â She gestured dramatically toward you as if you were some scandalous tabloid headline.
You set down your fork and raised an eyebrow. âItâs cute that you think you can still control him.â
Sunghoon gave you a look that screamed youâre not helping.
Mrs. Park glared at her son, then at you, her lips pressing into a thin line. âThis isnât about control,â she said icily, her voice sharp enough to cut glass. âItâs about ensuring you donât ruin your life over some impulsive decision.â
Jay, meanwhile, looked like he wanted to melt into the floor. He kept glancing between the three of you, clearly regretting every single decision that led him here. He took a step back, slowly edging toward the door, clearly hoping no one would notice him escaping.
âOh, no you donât,â you said, your voice teasing but firm, âYouâre part of this mess now, Jay.â
His eyes widened in mild panic. âIâI donâtââ
But before he could defend himself, Sunghoonâs mother cut in, âJay, tell her.â She prodded him again, practically pushing him into the spotlight.
Jay rubbed the back of his neck, eyes darting around the room like he was looking for an exit. âUh, look, I⌠I donât really want to do this, butâŚâ He paused, throwing an apologetic look your way, âCan you just⌠maybe think about backing off? Just⌠consider it? For me?â His voice was pleading, clearly not cut out for this whole intimidation thing.
Sunghoon groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose as if this entire situation was giving him a migraine. âThis is ridiculous.â
âIs it?â His mother snapped. âYouâre wasting your time. There are other priorities for someone in your position.â
Sunghoonâs patience was clearly wearing thin, his jaw tightening as he responded. âYou keep saying that. But youâre not listening to me.â
You couldnât help but laugh, low and quiet, as you continued to enjoy the spectacle. The three of themâSunghoon, his mom, and Jayâbickering like some dysfunctional family sitcom, while you sat back, fully immersed in your gourmet meal.
âThis is better than TV,â you muttered to yourself, watching as they tried to one-up each other.
Mrs. Park shot you a death glare, but you just smiled back innocently, because really, what was she going to do? Take your meal away?
Sunghoonâs gaze flicked toward you again, and for a moment, there was a hint of something softer in his expression. Frustration, maybe. Or something that bordered on concern. He opened his mouth to say something, but Jay, finally finding his courage, jumped in again.
âYou know,â Jay said, sounding more desperate than threatening, âthis would all be easier if we just⌠moved on. You know?â
Sunghoon raised an eyebrow, looking unimpressed. âEasier for who?â
Jay hesitated, clearly realizing he was in over his head. His shoulders slumped, clearly realizing that he wasnât getting out of this aliveâfiguratively, at least. His eyes darted back and forth between you and Sunghoon, probably weighing whether it was safer to keep talking or to just bolt. He ended up choosing the safer route: silence.
Sunghoon, on the other hand, was far from done. His gaze sharpened as he turned toward his mother, who was glaring at him with the ferocity only a woman scorned by her own son could muster.
âIâm serious, Mom,â Sunghoon said, voice tense but controlled. âYou canât keep barging into my life like this. Itâs not going to work.â
Mrs. Park scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. âI barged into your life? Are you kidding me, Sunghoon? Youâre the one who keeps throwing everything away for⌠for her,â she spat, pointing an accusing finger in your direction.
You almost choked on your food but managed to swallow it down, raising your hands in mock surrender. âWhoa, hey. Donât drag me into this. Iâm just eating.â
Sunghoonâs gaze flicked back to you for a moment, his expression softening. It was brief, but there was something almost apologetic in his eyes before he looked back at his mother.
âWhatever you think is going on here, itâs not what you think,â Sunghoon said, his voice taut with frustration. âIâm not âthrowing anything away.ââ
Mrs. Parkâs jaw tightened, her nostrils flaring as she crossed her arms over her chest. âYouâre wasting your time, Sunghoon. You should be focusing on the company, your future, not this⌠whatever this is.â
She waved a dismissive hand in your direction, and you couldnât help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. You werenât exactly a fan of being treated like some pesky side project Sunghoon needed to get rid of, but the whole situation was too ridiculous to take seriously.
âSo, what,â you said, leaning back in your bed, eyes flicking between the three of them, âYouâre all here toâwhat? Threaten me? Make me back off? Because I gotta be honest, this isnât working.â You gestured toward Jay, who looked like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole, and Mrs. Park, who was glaring daggers at you.
Sunghoonâs mother took a step forward, her eyes narrowing dangerously. âIâm not here to play games with you, girl. Iâm here to ensure my sonâs future. Youâre nothing but a distraction.â
âOuch,â you muttered, feigning hurt. âYou really know how to make someone feel special.â
Sunghoon rolled his eyes, running a hand through his hair, clearly exasperated with the whole ordeal. âMom, youâre not helping. Just⌠stop, okay?â
âHelping?â Mrs. Park echoed incredulously, as though the very idea was laughable. âYou think Iâm not helping by trying to save your future from her?â
You were starting to get a little irritated, even if the whole situation was more laughable than threatening. âLook, I donât know what fantasy land youâre living in, but Sunghoon is the one who came to me. Not the other way around. If youâre so worried about his future, maybe start with him.â
Sunghoon gave you a look that said please stop fanning the flames, but you were past caring at this point. Youâd had enough of this woman coming into your life and treating you like you were some common gold-digger. She didnât know the half of it.
His mother, however, seemed immune to reason. She shot her son a glare. âYouâre throwing your life away, Sunghoon. I raised you better than this.â
And finally, something in Sunghoon snapped. His usually calm demeanor cracked as he stepped forward, his voice low and sharp. âNo, what you did was control my entire life. And guess what? Iâm done. Iâm not a kid anymore, and I donât need you micromanaging every decision I make.â
His motherâs eyes widened in shock, clearly not expecting this outburst. Even Jay looked taken aback, his mouth opening slightly in surprise.
You raised an eyebrow, leaning back and crossing your arms over your chest. This was getting good.
âSunghoonââ
âNo, Mom. Stop,â Sunghoon cut her off, his voice unwavering. âYouâre not doing this because you care about me. Youâre doing this because you care about your image. About the companyâs image.â
His mother recoiled as though sheâd been slapped, her perfectly manicured nails curling into fists at her sides. âHow dare youââ
âHow dare I?â Sunghoon laughed bitterly. âYouâve been treating me like a business deal my whole life, Mom. This isnât about me. Itâs about you.â
The room fell silent, the tension so thick you could practically feel it pressing down on your chest. Sunghoonâs mother stood frozen in place, her face a mixture of fury and shock.
Jay, sensing the growing hostility, started inching toward the door again, but before he could make his grand escape, Mrs. Park turned to him, her voice cutting through the silence like a blade. âJay, weâre leaving.â
Jay practically tripped over his own feet in his eagerness to comply. He glanced at you brieflyâan apologetic look that almost said sorry for the dramaâbefore scurrying out of the room behind his aunt.
Mrs. Park paused in the doorway, turning to throw one last glare in your direction. âThis isnât over.â
You raised an eyebrow, nonchalantly taking another bite of your meal. âLooking forward to round two.â
She glared, and with a sharp turn, she stormed out, slamming the door behind her. The sound echoed through the room, leaving behind a silence that felt heavier than the bickering that had just taken place.
For a moment, neither you nor Sunghoon spoke. He stood there, still reeling from the argument, his jaw clenched, shoulders tense. You swallowed the last bite of your meal, wiping your mouth with a napkin as you glanced up at him.
âWell,â you said, breaking the silence with a wry smile, âthat was fun.â
Sunghoon didnât respond at first, his eyes focused on the floor, as if trying to gather his thoughts. Finally, he let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his hair again. âIâm sorry,â he muttered, his voice low.
You tilted your head, watching him carefully. âFor what?â
âFor all of⌠this,â he said, gesturing vaguely toward the door where his mother and cousin had exited. âI didnât think it would get this bad.â
You shrugged, leaning back against the pillows. âIâm used to it. Your momâs not exactly my biggest fan.â
âThatâs putting it mildly,â Sunghoon muttered, the corner of his mouth twitching into a small, humorless smile.
A beat of silence passed between you, the tension slowly dissolving now that the storm had passed. But there was still something unspoken lingering in the air, something that felt heavier than the drama with his mother.
You glanced up at him, meeting his eyes. âSo⌠what now?â
Sunghoon hesitated, his gaze softening as he looked at you. For the first time, there was no sarcasm, no playful banter. Just the weight of everything unsaid between the two of you.
âI donât know,â he admitted quietly, his voice raw. âBut I do know one thing.â
You raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue.
âIâm not going anywhere,â he said, his tone firm, his eyes locked on yours. âNo matter what she says. No matter what anyone says.â
Your heart skipped a beat at the intensity in his voice, but you kept your expression neutral, not wanting to give anything away. âThat sounds like a lot of trouble for nothing.â
Sunghoon stood by the edge of your hospital bed, arms crossed over his chest, his tall frame casting a long shadow over the room as the dim light from the ceiling flickered slightly. His gaze was a mix of disbelief and frustration, but there was an edge of something softer, something unreadable, as if he wasnât quite sure whether to laugh or get defensive at your latest jab.
"Anyways, aren't you the heir?" You muttered, the words slipping out casually as you fiddled with the blanket, your tone attempting to sound neutral. But deep down, you knew exactly what you were doing. Trying to reason with Mrs. Parkâdespite her endless insultsâwasnât out of some newfound respect for her. No, this was a survival tactic. Sunghoon might equal trouble, but his mother? She was the gateway to all those fat cheques. You knew better than to entirely burn that bridge, even if it was hanging by a thread.
Sunghoon raised a brow at you, clearly not expecting the sudden change in direction. "You think she's worried about me?" he scoffed, almost incredulous.
You shrugged nonchalantly, refusing to meet his gaze for too long. "I just think⌠maybe she's concerned about your future," you muttered, your words laced with an attempt to seem logical, though your true motive lay elsewhere. You tugged the hospital blanket tighter around your legs, which still ached from the accident. A small price to pay for someone like him smashing into you.
He leaned against the wall, his stance casual but his expression anything but. "Future?" Sunghoon repeated, almost bitterly. He huffed before muttering under his breath, "I'm a racer."
You nearly choked on your own breath at that. A racer. The very notion of it was absurd, especially given how he ended up here with you in the hospital in the first place.
"No wonder she's worried." The words slipped out before you could stop them, your voice barely audible, but loud enough for him to catch. You glanced at him through the corner of your eye, noticing how his expression morphed from mild irritation to downright disbelief.
âWhat do you mean, âno wonder sheâs worriedâ?â He demanded, straightening up, arms uncrossing as he took a step closer to you, like youâd just accused him of being some criminal mastermind.
You didnât even try to stifle the small smirk tugging at the corners of your lips. "Come on, Sunghoon. Letâs be real for a second. You're not exactly... the best driver." You gestured lazily towards your leg, which was propped up in a cast. âEven on a motorbike, you managed to get my leg broken.â
He let out a deep sigh, frustration evident in the way he rolled his eyes, muttering, âShut up,â under his breath, though the edges of his lips twitched upwards for a second. He hated that you had a point. But there was no real venom in his words, just mild annoyance, the kind that came from knowing someone had you cornered.
He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his gaze drifting from you to the small bouquet of flowers on the side table, then back to you. His posture screamed discomfort, as if he wasnât used to being in such close proximity to his own vulnerability. After a long pause, he finally asked the question youâd been dodging for a while now, his voice dipping into something almost concerned. âBut why were you drunk, though? I mean, they found alcohol in your tests that day."
Your breath hitched for a moment, but you quickly waved it off, eyes flicking away to avoid his gaze. "I just had a bad day, okay?" The words came out a little too quickly, a little too defensive, and you knew it wasnât the full story. But the last thing you wanted was to dive into your own mess, especially not with him.
Sunghoon didnât push further, his gaze softening slightly, but he wasn't one to leave a conversation dangling for too long. âWhy were you speeding, though?â You shot back, raising an eyebrow in return. If he was going to dig into your mess, you had every right to poke at his.
The corner of his mouth twitched nervously as he chuckled, his usual bravado faltering for a split second. You knew something was up. Sunghoon never got nervous. Not like this.
"Well..." he started, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, his eyes darting away from you, unable to maintain eye contact for too long.
âWell?" You pressed, folding your arms across your chest as you waited for whatever ridiculous excuse he had to offer.
Sunghoon let out a small, almost embarrassed laugh. "My dad saw me riding," he muttered. "So I was kinda in a hurry."
For a second, you just stared at him, blinking in disbelief. "Thatâs it?" you asked, your voice tinged with disbelief. "Your dad saw you riding, and that made you speed? You didn't even bother to stop when you crashed into me?â
He fidgeted slightly, clearly uncomfortable under your scrutinizing gaze, but he shrugged helplessly. "I didnât see you, okay? I was too busy trying to avoid him."
You couldn't help but roll your eyes, sinking back into your pillows with a sigh. âThat's it? And here I thought you were doing drug deals or something.â
The sarcasm in your voice was unmistakable, though you couldn't help but laugh at how ridiculous this whole situation had turned out to be. For someone who was supposedly the heir to a powerful corporation, Sunghoon had a way of complicating the most straightforward situations.
He blinked at you in disbelief, the tips of his ears turning red. "What? Drug dealing? Really?" he muttered, crossing his arms again as he leaned against the bed frame, clearly not impressed by your comment. But his reaction only made you grin wider.
You shrugged, a smirk tugging at your lips. âI mean, with how secretive youâve been acting, who could blame me for assuming the worst?â
Sunghoon huffed, shaking his head in mild exasperation, though the ghost of a smile lingered on his face. "Trust me, my life is complicated enough without any of that.â
âComplicated, huh?â you echoed, your gaze drifting toward him. His posture had relaxed slightly, but there was still an air of frustration hanging between the two of you. You could tell there was more to the story, more that he wasnât saying.
But you werenât one to push, not when you had your own secrets buried deep.
You let the conversation die down after that, the room filled with a quiet sort of tension that wasnât entirely uncomfortable. Sunghoon stayed by your side, despite everything, leaning against the frame of your bed as his eyes softened, watching you finish your meal with quiet focus. And for a moment, the tension between you eased, like the storm had passed, leaving behind a fragile calm.
But even in the silence, you couldnât help but notice the small gesturesâthe way his fingers absentmindedly drummed against the bedpost, the way his gaze lingered a little too long on you when he thought you werenât paying attention. There was something between you two, a line that neither of you wanted to cross, yet both kept flirting with.
And for the first time, the thought of it didn't scare you.
THE NEXT MORNING,
Sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting a soft glow across the sterile white walls of the hospital room. The monotonous hum of the machines, the occasional beep from the heart monitor, and the muted footsteps of nurses outside became the background symphony of your stay. You blinked your eyes open slowly, your body stiff from yet another restless night, and as your vision adjusted, the familiar dull ache in your leg grounded you back into the reality youâd been living for the past few days.
BUT TODAY, SOMETHING WAS DIFFERENT.
As you shifted slightly, careful not to agitate the cast on your leg, your gaze fell to the chair beside your bed. There he wasâPark Sunghoon, slouched in the chair with his head resting against the armrest, his mouth slightly parted as soft, steady breaths escaped his lips. His long legs were sprawled out in front of him, one arm draped lazily across his stomach while the other rested close to yours, mere inches from the side of your bed. The sight was enough to make your breath hitch.
Heâd stayed. Again.
For days, he had made this hospital room his second home, despite the biting remarks and the cold distance that had defined your relationship thus far. As if it was some kind of duty he couldnât escape, some obligation he had to fulfill for the sake of his reputation or his family. At least, thatâs what you convinced yourself. Thereâs no way he actually cares.
Still, you couldnât help but wonder, especially in moments like this, when his face was stripped of its usual bravado, his guard completely down. He looked⌠peaceful. Innocent, even.
âIf I didnât know you were doing this for your reputation,â you murmured softly, barely above a whisper, âI wouldâve thought you loved me.â
The words hung in the air, heavy and laced with something unspoken, something you werenât quite ready to confront. You didnât mean for him to hear itâhe was asleep, after allâbut there was a strange comfort in voicing the thought aloud, even if only to yourself.
You found yourself leaning a little closer, the distance between your bed and the chair barely enough to separate you two. Your fingers moved almost of their own accord, hesitating at first, before gently tracing the sharp line of his jaw. His skin was warm under your touch, soft despite the cold exterior he often portrayed. Your heart gave a nervous flutter as your finger ghosted over the delicate curve of his cheek, down to the bridge of his nose, and finally stopping at his lips.
Your breath caught as you stared at themâsoft, slightly parted, and so close. There was something about this moment that felt dangerously intimate, a line you werenât sure you should be crossing. But before you could pull away, his fingers wrapped around your wrist, warm and firm, halting your retreat.
Your heart stilled, the world suddenly reduced to the quiet space between the two of you. Sunghoon's eyes fluttered open slowly, his lashes casting faint shadows across his cheeks. He blinked once, twice, before his sleepy gaze focused on you, still hazy with the remnants of sleep. His grip on your wrist tightened ever so slightly, but not enough to hurtâjust enough to keep you from escaping.
âWhat are you doing?â he asked, his voice low and raspy from sleep, the kind of voice that sent shivers down your spine. His words hung in the air, thick with confusion but also curiosity, as if he wasnât entirely sure whether to be offended or amused.
Your mind scrambled for an explanation, anything to diffuse the tension suddenly filling the room. "There was a mosquito," you blurted out, your voice barely steady, attempting to sound casual as you tugged on your wrist, but he didnât let go.
His brow arched in suspicion, though there was a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "A mosquito⌠on my lips?â he questioned, the incredulity in his tone barely masked by amusement. He pushed himself up from the chair, his hand still holding yours, and in a fluid motion, he was leaning over the side of the bed, closerâmuch closerâthan he had any right to be.
The proximity was suffocating. You could feel his breath fan across your face, warm and steady, each exhale sending a fresh wave of heat across your skin. His dark eyes, still half-lidded with sleep, were locked onto yours, and for a split second, you forgot how to breathe. The space between you was so small, so intimate, you could practically hear the rapid beat of your own heart pounding in your ears.
Your face flushed crimson, the heat crawling up your neck as if youâd been caught doing something far worse than tracing his face. You swallowed hard, every nerve in your body suddenly on high alert, every muscle tensing under his intense gaze. "There⌠was something in my eye," you stammered, quickly averting your gaze as you finally pulled your hand away from his grip, your fingers trembling slightly as they found refuge behind your palms. You could feel the burn of embarrassment creeping up, your hands covering your face as if that could somehow hide the fact that you were blushing furiously.
Sunghoon, on the other hand, seemed entirely unfazed by your flustered state. He stood there for a moment longer, watching you with a mix of amusement and something deeper, something unreadable. He straightened up, stretching his arms above his head lazily, as if the moment that just passed was nothing more than a casual conversation.
But you knew better. There was something unspoken between you two, something that neither of you were ready to admit, but it lingered in the air, thick and undeniable.
"Something in your eye, huh?" he murmured, a teasing lilt to his voice as he glanced down at you, his lips curving into a small, knowing smile. He reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from your forehead with a casual familiarity that sent another wave of heat rushing to your cheeks.
You peeked through your fingers, still hiding most of your face as you mumbled, "Shut up."
He chuckled softly, the sound low and warm, and for a moment, the tension in the air eased, replaced by something lighter, something teasing but⌠comfortable.
But even as he turned away, walking towards the window to stretch his legs, the ghost of his touch still lingered on your skin, and you couldnât shake the feeling that maybeâjust maybeâthere was more to Sunghoonâs presence by your side than just reputation.
The clock on the wall ticked steadily as the midday sun spilled golden light into the hospital room, brightening the sterile white space that had become your temporary home. You sat on the edge of the bed, the nurseâs soft, encouraging voice still echoing in your ears after she had just removed your cast. The air felt electric with anticipation; you could finally walk again!
Sunghoon hovered by your side, his expression a mix of curiosity and concern, his brows furrowing slightly as he studied you. âAre you ready for this?â he asked, a teasing lilt in his voice, but the seriousness behind it was unmistakable. You nodded enthusiastically, your heart racing with excitement. It felt like a monumental momentâlike the first step of many to reclaiming your independence.
With the adrenaline coursing through you, you stood up, a determined grin stretching across your face. But as you took your first step, everything shifted dramatically. Your foot wobbled, and before you knew it, you were tumbling forward, hitting the floor with a thud that echoed around the room.
âUgh!â you groaned, your cheeks burning with embarrassment as you lay there, staring up at the fluorescent lights.
Sunghoon rushed forward, worry etched across his features, but before he could say anything, Wonyoung and Hanni burst into laughter, their giggles ringing like chimes through the room.
âOh my god! Did you really just fall?â Hanni wheezed, nearly doubling over as she struggled to regain her composure.
âLooks like someone needs a little more practice!â Wonyoung added, her laughter infectious as she bent down to help you up, her hands extending towards you.
You couldnât help but laugh a little at yourself as they pulled you back to your feet. âThanks, guys,â you mumbled, trying to hide your flushed cheeks.
As they waved goodbye, still chuckling, Sunghoon remained behind, a bemused expression on his face. âThat was quite the entrance,â he said, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned against the wall, a playful glint in his eye.
âShut up,â you retorted, trying to brush off your embarrassment as you plopped back onto the bed, sulking a little. âIâm still getting used to this.â
âCome on, you canât let a little tumble discourage you!â Sunghoon grinned, stepping closer with a theatrical flourish. âI, Park Sunghoon, will be your walking coach! Letâs do this!â He mimicked a sports announcer, waving his arms as if hyping up a crowd. âAnd by the end of this session, you will be the champion of walking!â
You rolled your eyes, suppressing a smile. âI donât need a coach. I just need to not fall again.â
âToo late for that! Youâve already set the bar pretty low,â he teased, a playful smirk dancing across his lips. He leaned in closer, his eyes sparkling with mischief. âBut donât worry; Iâll help you reach new heights, or at least keep you from faceplanting again.â
With that, he extended his hand towards you, a gesture of encouragement. You hesitated for a moment, your heart fluttering as you met his gaze, but the absurdity of the situation was too much to resist. Taking a deep breath, you grasped his hand, feeling the warmth of his skin against yours.
âOkay, Mr. Walking Coach. Show me the way,â you said, trying to sound more confident than you felt.
He positioned himself next to you, his grip firm yet gentle. âFirst lesson: Keep your center of gravity low. Think like a ninja! Light on your feet!â
You couldnât help but snort at his ridiculousness, the tension of your earlier fall dissipating as you stood next to him. âNinja? Really? You think Iâm going to be stealthy when I can barely stand?â
âExactly! Youâre going to be a stealthy ninja who, like a graceful gazelle, glides across the floor!â he exclaimed, his arms gesturing dramatically as he took a step back to give you space.
With his comedic antics distracting you from your nerves, you took a tentative step forward, wobbling a bit but managing to keep your balance. âSee? Look at me! Iâm practically a gazelle!â you proclaimed with mock bravado, your voice tinged with sarcasm.
âGorgeous! Absolutely majestic!â Sunghoon exclaimed, feigning applause as you took another step. âBut you know, a gazelle might want to avoid falling on its face. You should really work on that.â
You shot him a glare, but a smile broke through your facade. âYouâre such an idiot.â
âThatâs why Iâm here!â he laughed, inching closer again, still holding your hand to steady you. âNow, letâs go for round two. This time, no falling!â
With a deep breath, you focused on your balance, your heart racing not just from the thrill of standing but from the way his warm hand felt enveloping yours. You took another step, then another, Sunghoonâs encouraging words ringing in your ears, his steady presence anchoring you.
But with every shaky movement, reality set in. You were acutely aware of the gulf between the two of youâthe wealth and expectations that surrounded his life, the disparity that loomed like a shadow over this moment of laughter and lightness. He was an heir, bound for greatness, while you felt like a mere accident in his world.
âJust a few more steps,â he encouraged, a slight frown creasing his forehead as he sensed your hesitation. âYouâre doing great!â
With his support, you managed to make a few shaky strides, laughter bubbling up with each unsteady movement. âMaybe Iâll actually be able to walk out of here after all,â you joked, feeling lighter with each step.
âSee? I told you! Youâre going to be my ninja walking prodigy!â he laughed, his eyes bright with excitement.
But as the moment drew on, a bittersweet realization sank in. Once you were well enough to leave, his part in your story would fade into the background like a forgotten dream. You could already picture itâa world where he resumed his life, his responsibilities, leaving you behind like a chapter closed.
Yet here you were, the two of you intertwined in this moment, laughing and learning how to walk again, and for a fleeting second, you wished it could last just a little bit longer.
THE DAY HAD FINALLY COME,
THE ONE YOU DREADED MORE THAN ANYTHING.
Weeks had passed, and despite all the mental notes you made to remind yourself that this was temporary, you couldnât shake the attachment youâd developed to Sunghoon. Maybe it was the routine, maybe it was the fact that he had been there every step of the way while you healed, or maybe, it was something else entirelyâsomething more dangerous.
You watched from a distance as Sunghoon handled your final hospital bill. The cold sterility of the hospital didnât bother you as much as the thought of walking out of it without him by your side. He paid the fees like he had promised from the start, his sleek credit card effortlessly handling the expenses that you knew would have financially crippled you otherwise.
You tried to convince yourself that this attachment, this gnawing feeling of loss before he even left, was simply because you had spent too much time with him. After all, you practically lived together for months. But even telling yourself that over and over again didnât stop the sting behind your eyes, the prickling of tears that threatened to spill.
You took a deep breath and wiped them away quickly, just as you saw him walking towards you, his tall figure cutting through the hospital corridor with ease. His face was calm as usual, though his eyes held a quietness that made your chest tighten. You forced a smile, the same one you always gave him, but this time, it carried a weight of sadness you couldnât shake.
At least Mrs. Park wasnât here. You couldnât imagine how much worse youâd feel with her scrutinizing every little move, every interaction, like she was tallying it up in some invisible ledger. But in this quiet space, where it was just you and Sunghoon, you started to believe that maybe⌠just maybe, he was worth more than the money she flaunted, more than the reputation you helped him protect.
He smiled back at you, but even that felt distant, as if the finality of this moment weighed on him too. His hand rested casually on your shoulder, the same way it had for the past few weeks, a gesture of familiarity that was once just for show in front of others, but now⌠now it felt different.
As you walked out of the hospital together, the flashing of cameras and the swarm of paparazzi waiting outside hit you like a tidal wave. They were here, of course they were. The media had been all over thisâyour fake relationship, the story of his girlfriend who nursed him back to health after an accident. None of them knew the truth. None of them knew that the only reason you were here was because of a fractured leg caused by that same accident. It had all been to protect him from public backlash, to clean up his image, to shield him from the criticism that would have followed.
But now, as his hand lingered on your shoulder longer than necessary, as he guided you through the crowd, you couldnât help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, it wasnât fake at all. Not anymore.
The car ride back was filled with a silence that felt almost suffocating. You stared out of the window, watching the city blur by, your heart heavy with the realization that this was it. Your leg had healed, the bills were paid, and now Sunghoon was going to disappear from your life just as quickly as he had entered it.
You sighed, the sadness in your chest growing. This was it. The end of whatever this was, of whatever you had convinced yourself wasnât real.
The car came to a stop at a quiet street, far from the prying eyes of the paparazzi. It wasnât your home, not reallyâjust the rented apartment you could barely afford. But it was where you were headed, and it was the place where Sunghoon would say goodbye.
You couldnât stop the sigh that escaped your lips, filled with an aching sadness that even you couldnât fully comprehend. It felt almost comedic, like the setup for some bad joke. The rich boy, the poor girl, the fake relationshipâthey always ended like this, right?
âYou seem to not enjoy getting better,â Sunghoonâs voice broke the silence, his words light, almost teasing, but you could hear the undercurrent of something more.
You let out a short, bitter laugh, not even bothering to hide your emotions anymore. What was the point? âHow could I enjoy it when it meant you would go away?â The words slipped out, raw and unfiltered, before you had a chance to stop them.
He didnât respond right away. Instead, his hands tightened slightly on the steering wheel, his knuckles whitening as he pulled the car over to the side of the road. The soft hum of the engine faded into the background as he turned to face you, his expression unreadable. His eyes searched yours, as if trying to understand the weight of your words.
And then, in one swift movement, he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear. âIâll always be there,â he whispered, his voice low, sending a shiver down your spine. âWherever you are, in bad shape or sick, Iâll be there.â
âWhy?â You barely recognized your own voice, so soft, so vulnerable, as if you were afraid of the answer.
His lips were so close now, his breath fanning across your skin, the space between you shrinking to almost nothing. He paused, giving you a chance to pull away, but when you didnât, when you stayed frozen in place, his lips brushed against yours. It was barely a kiss, just the softest touch, like a promise not yet fully spoken.
He pulled back just enough to whisper against your lips, âEven when you get sick, Iâll be there. Waiting for you⌠to get well soon.â
His words were like a balm to your aching heart, but also a dagger to the fear youâd been holding inside. You felt a wave of emotions crash over youârelief, confusion, frustration, but above all, hope.
And just like that, everything between you shifted.
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