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Love 119 [Part Four]

The Prequel

part of my paramedic!jungwon series. [part one][part two][part three]

pairing: jungwon x reader summary: the story of how you and jungwon met and fell in love at the most unexpected time and place. genre: countryside romance, strangers to lovers, slight angst, teasing, banter, and fluff (for the earlier parts: enemies at work, lovers at home. workplace romance, secret dating, suggestive, submissive jungwon) word count: 4.6k author's note: prequel to the paramedic jungwon series, but can be read first. shoutout to @tinycatharsis who gave me the idea to make a backstory for this series. i absolutely love writing this part, and all of it just makes sense. enjoy <3 playlist: pink skies - lany, every summertime - niki, orange flower - enhypen, mean it - lauv & lany.

The city had never felt like home.

It was where you spent years chasing deadlines, drowning in textbooks, and memorizing medical terms until they became second nature. It was where you learned to function on caffeine and minimal sleep, where your days blurred into a never-ending cycle of lectures, internships, and hospital rotations. It was where you succeeded but never truly lived.

So when graduation finally arrived, when you were handed that hard-earned diploma with your name written in elegant calligraphy, your first instinct wasn’t to celebrate. It was to escape.

You needed a pause before the next battle. The board exams loomed ahead, but for the first time in years, you had the freedom to breathe. And there was only one place that made sense—home.

Not the sleek apartment in the city. Not the sterile walls of a hospital. But the countryside, where your childhood memories lived.

Where the air smelled of fresh earth instead of smoke and gasoline. Where the horizon stretched endlessly, painted in hues of green and gold. Where the nights weren’t filled with sirens and car horns, but with the steady hum of crickets and the occasional bark of a distant dog.

It had been years since you’d last visited. Your relatives still lived there, cousins who once ran through the fields barefoot, now grown. You imagined their wide-eyed curiosity when they saw you again, the pride in their voices when they introduced you as the family’s doctor-to-be.

And so, with a suitcase packed and a heart yearning for something familiar, you left behind the city’s cold embrace and stepped onto a bus heading toward the place where it all began.

At that moment, you had no idea that this trip would change everything. That buried in the stillness of the countryside, amidst the swaying rice fields and the warmth of home, was a story waiting to unfold.

A story that began with a single glance across a field.

And a boy named Jungwon.

The bus ride stretched long and languid, the road unraveling before you in a winding path of asphalt and dust. The further you traveled, the more the city’s towering buildings shrank into the distance, replaced by rolling hills, scattered nipa huts, and endless fields bathed in the golden afternoon sun.

You leaned against the window, watching as the scenery shifted, the hum of the bus blending with the distant sounds of cicadas. There was something deeply nostalgic about it, how the trees bent with the wind, how farmers worked in synchronized rhythm, their straw hats bobbing as they harvested the rice that swayed like an ocean of gold.

It was a world untouched by the frantic pace of city life. Here, time stretched rather than sprinted, and people moved with purpose but without urgency.

It felt foreign now, yet painfully familiar.

As the bus pulled into the town’s small terminal, you took a deep breath. The air was thick with the scent of freshly harvested crops, warm earth, and a hint of smoke from a nearby food stall grilling skewers of meat. A few vendors called out to passing travelers, selling rice cakes wrapped in banana leaves, baskets of ripe mangoes, and homemade treats that reminded you of childhood afternoons spent sneaking bites before dinner.

Your cousin was already waiting for you.

“Y/N!” she called, waving excitedly from where she stood near a parked tricycle. Her face had changed over the years, the round cheeks of childhood now sharper, more mature. But her smile was the same. Bright, welcoming, and filled with the warmth of home.

You barely had time to react before she threw her arms around you, squeezing tight.

“It’s been so long! You look so—” She stepped back, giving you a once-over, eyes sparkling with mischief. “—so much like a city girl.”

You rolled your eyes, laughing. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

She smirked. “You’re gonna hate the heat. And the bugs.”

You already knew she was right. But you weren’t here for comfort. You were here to escape.

The ride back to your family’s house was bumpy, the dirt road uneven beneath the tricycle’s wheels. But the sight of home, your grandmother’s old wooden house, the wide fields stretching into the horizon, the laughter of children playing barefoot in the grass, was enough to make your chest tighten with something indescribable.

You had spent your entire life chasing after something bigger. A career, success, a future that was meant to shine. But sitting there, feeling the wind whip through your hair as the tricycle sped past familiar places, you realized that maybe the small things had always been the most precious.

The first few days passed in a blur of warm reunions and endless storytelling. Your little cousins clung to you, peppering you with questions about the city. They asked if the buildings really touched the sky, if the cars never stopped moving, if it was true that the air smelled different.

You answered them with a smile, but deep down, you envied their simple wonder.

One afternoon, your uncle invited you to the fields. “Just to see,” he said, but the knowing glint in his eyes told you otherwise.

That’s how you found yourself knee-deep in the rice paddies, the sun beating down mercilessly, sweat trickling down your spine as you attempted—poorly—to mimic the careful, practiced movements of the farmers. The mud squelched beneath your feet, and every time an insect buzzed past, you flinched. Your cousins laughed at your misery, their own hands swift and efficient as they gathered the stalks.

And then, you slipped.

It was embarrassing, really. One moment, you were standing, trying your best to pretend you belonged there, and the next, you were on the ground, hands sinking into the thick mud.

Laughter erupted around you, loud and unfiltered. You groaned, about to push yourself up when a shadow fell over you.

A hand appeared in your line of vision, fingers calloused, palm open.

“Need some help, city girl?”

You looked up, squinting against the sunlight.

That was the first time you saw him.

Jungwon.

His dark hair was slightly damp from sweat, his skin slightly tanned from days under the sun. There was an ease in the way he stood, as if he had done this his whole life, and maybe he had. His white shirt was loose, the sleeves rolled up, revealing toned arms that spoke of quiet strength. But what struck you most wasn’t his appearance.

It was the way he looked at you.

Amused. Curious. And just a little bit smug.

You frowned, ignoring his hand as you pushed yourself up, only to stumble again. This time, his hands caught you before you could fall, steadying you with surprising gentleness.

“Careful,” he said, voice tinged with laughter. “This isn’t the city. No smooth pavements here.”

You scowled. “I noticed.”

His lips quirked upward, eyes filled with something unreadable. “Yeah,” he mused. “I bet you did.”

And just like that, the first spark was lit.

You just didn’t know it yet.

You were still trying to shake off the mud from your hands when Jungwon chuckled.

“You sure you don’t need help?” he teased, crossing his arms.

You shot him a glare, brushing your palms against your pants in frustration. “I’m fine.”

Jungwon’s lips twitched as if suppressing a laugh. “Right. Totally looks like it.”

Your cousins were still snickering in the background, whispering to each other like schoolchildren watching a drama unfold. You sent them a warning glance, but that only made them giggle harder.

“Are you always this clumsy, or is it just the countryside that makes you weak?” Jungwon continued, his tone light but undeniably amused.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “I don’t usually walk around in knee-deep mud, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Figured as much.” His gaze flickered to your clothes—your crisp white shirt now smeared with dirt, your once-pristine sneakers barely visible under the layers of mud. His smirk deepened. “You don’t exactly blend in here, city girl.”

You bristled at the nickname. “I have a name, you know.”

“Yeah? What is it?”

You hesitated for a split second. You weren’t sure why, but a part of you didn’t want to tell him, not yet. So instead, you crossed your arms and lifted your chin. “Shouldn’t you introduce yourself first?”

Jungwon let out a short laugh, tilting his head. “Fair enough.” He extended his hand, though with all the mud, neither of you seemed eager to actually shake hands. “Jungwon.”

You nodded, pretending not to be impressed by his confidence. “I’ve seen you around.”

“Same,” he said, leaning slightly closer. “Hard not to notice when someone reacts to every little bug like they’re facing death itself.”

You gasped. “I do not!”

He raised an eyebrow. “Uh-huh. Tell that to the grasshopper that made you shriek earlier.”

Your cousins burst into laughter again, and you groaned, throwing your head back in exasperation. “Unbelievable.”

Jungwon only grinned, clearly enjoying this way too much. “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you from the big, scary insects.”

You rolled your eyes. “How noble of you.”

“I try.”

There was something infuriatingly charming about the way he spoke, his confidence laced with playfulness. You weren’t used to people talking to you like this, teasing, and completely unafraid to push your buttons. In the city, most people were either too polite or too intimidated by your background. But Jungwon? He wasn’t impressed.

And for some reason, that annoyed you.

“You work here?” you asked, trying to change the subject.

“For now,” he replied, kicking some loose dirt with the toe of his boot. “Helping out my family for the summer.”

You frowned. “You don’t usually live here?”

“Nope.” His expression didn’t change, but there was something unreadable in his tone. “I don’t stay in one place for long.”

That caught your attention. You studied him for a moment, trying to figure him out. He didn’t seem like someone who belonged in a quiet town like this. His sharp features, his composed demeanor there was a certain confidence about him, as if he had seen more of the world than this countryside could offer. He moved with an ease that felt practiced, as if he had long learned how to adapt to different places.

And yet, here he was.

“Don’t overthink it, city girl,” Jungwon said, snapping you out of your thoughts. “You’ll hurt your head.”

You scoffed. “What makes you think I’m overthinking?”

He simply shrugged, his eyes glinting. “Call it intuition.”

You opened your mouth to retort, but before you could, your uncle’s voice rang through the fields.

“Y/N! You done embarrassing yourself, or are you staying in the mud all day?”

Jungwon let out a low chuckle, and you sighed dramatically. “Great. My whole family’s against me now.”

Jungwon gave you one last teasing glance before turning to walk away. “Welcome to the countryside.”

As he disappeared into the fields, you couldn’t help but watch him for a moment longer than necessary. There was something about him, something you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

And somehow, you had the strange feeling that this wouldn’t be the last time he got on your nerves.

The following days followed a steady rhythm. Mornings were filled with the sounds of roosters crowing and the chatter of your relatives preparing for the day. Afternoons were slower, drenched in the golden warmth of the sun, where people found shade under the trees or cooled off with sweet, icy drinks. Evenings were lively, dinners filled with laughter, children running around barefoot, and the sky bursting with stars so bright they almost didn’t seem real.

And somewhere in between all that, is Jungwon.

You saw him more often than you expected.

At first, it was just in passing. Him walking by your cousin’s house to borrow tools, him unloading sacks of rice from a truck, him helping the elders repair fences or lifting baskets filled with freshly harvested crops. You told yourself it was just coincidence, but deep down, you were starting to notice him a little too much.

And unfortunately, he seemed to notice you too.

“You look miserable.”

You turned from where you were standing near the edge of the rice fields, arms crossed as you watched your cousins work. Jungwon stood beside you, hands in his pockets, eyes twinkling with amusement.

“I’m not miserable,” you huffed. “I’m observing.”

“Observing what?”

You hesitated. “Just… how they work.”

Jungwon smirked. “You’re waiting for another chance to embarrass yourself, aren’t you?”

You scowled. “That was one time.”

“And yet, unforgettable.”

You sighed dramatically. “Are you always this annoying?”

“Only when it’s fun.”

You shot him a glare, but he only grinned. There was something frustrating about how effortlessly he could get under your skin. He was never cruel, never outright mocking. But he had a way of teasing you that made you feel like you were constantly playing a game you didn’t realize you signed up for.

Still, you weren’t about to let him have the upper hand.

“So, what do you do?” you asked, tilting your head. “Besides making my life difficult.”

Jungwon raised an eyebrow. “You mean here?”

“I mean in general.”

He hummed, as if considering whether or not he wanted to answer. “A little bit of everything.”

You narrowed your eyes. “That’s vague.”

“Maybe I like being vague.”

You scoffed. “That’s not fair. You ask me all these questions about my life, but you barely give me anything about yours.”

Jungwon shrugged, his lips curling up in amusement. “Maybe I just enjoy hearing you talk.”

That caught you off guard. For a split second, your brain short-circuited, unsure of whether he was messing with you or if there was something else hidden in his words. You opened your mouth to fire back, but before you could, he reached out and flicked a strand of your hair.

“You’ve got straw in your hair,” he said, smirking as he walked away. “City girl.”

You stood there, watching his retreating figure, heart pounding in a way you weren’t sure you liked.

Despite your best efforts, your interactions with Jungwon only increased.

He seemed to have a knack for appearing wherever you were. If you helped prepare meals in the kitchen, he’d conveniently show up to grab a drink. If you sat outside with your cousins, he’d stroll past, making some comment that sparked a new round of teasing from your family. If you took a walk through the fields in the late afternoon, he’d somehow always be nearby, throwing a casual, “Getting used to the bugs yet?” your way.

And then, there were the quieter moments.

One evening, you found yourself sitting on the wooden steps of your cousin’s house, sipping on a cup of cold coconut juice. The air was cooler now, the scent of the day’s labor fading into the crispness of the night.

Jungwon sat down beside you without a word, stretching his legs out in front of him. He rolled the drink in his hands before taking a slow sip. For once, he wasn’t teasing you.

“You like it here?” he asked after a while, his voice quieter than usual.

You glanced at him. “Yeah. It’s peaceful.”

He exhaled through his nose, tilting his head up to the night sky. “Too peaceful.”

You frowned. “Too peaceful?”

Jungwon tapped his fingers against the side of his cup. “I don’t know. I guess I like a little… action.”

You gave him a skeptical look. “What, you want car chases and explosions in the middle of the rice fields?”

He let out a soft chuckle. “Not exactly. Just… something unpredictable. Something fast. Something that makes your heart race.”

Your brows furrowed as you studied him. He didn’t seem like someone who belonged in a place like this, but this was the first time he actually admitted it.

“You get bored here, don’t you?” you asked, watching for his reaction.

Jungwon leaned back on his elbows, gaze fixed on the sky. “Let’s just say… I’m not used to staying still.”

Something about the way he said it made you pause. You wanted to ask more, why he was here in the first place, what kind of life he usually lived, but you hesitated.

Instead, you swirled your drink in your hands. “Well, if it makes you feel any better, I think I prefer the quiet.”

Jungwon smirked, turning to you. “Yeah, I can tell. You like your little slow mornings, your countryside sunsets, your cozy little routines.”

You rolled your eyes. “Is that a bad thing?”

He shook his head. “Nah. Just… different.”

Silence settled between you for a moment, not exactly awkward, but filled with something unspoken.

Then, Jungwon nudged your knee with his. “But I bet even you wouldn’t mind a little excitement sometimes.”

You scoffed. “Excitement like what?”

He tilted his head, considering. “Something thrilling. Like running through the rain, chasing something you’re not supposed to have, breaking a rule or two.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Sounds illegal.”

Jungwon grinned. “Depends.”

You shook your head, amused. “You’re something else, Jungwon.”

“I try.”

And for the first time, sitting there under the starry sky, you started to wonder what exactly it was he was running toward, or running from.

The night stretched on in silence, but your mind was restless. Jungwon’s words lingered in the air, as if they held more weight than he let on.

You glanced at him, his face partially illuminated by the glow of the lantern hanging near the doorway. He was staring straight ahead, the usual playfulness in his eyes dimmed, replaced by something quieter.

“You know,” you started, swirling the last bits of your drink, “you never really talk about yourself.”

Jungwon smirked, though it didn’t reach his eyes this time. “I thought you liked mysteries.”

You huffed. “I like solving them.”

He let out a small chuckle, shaking his head. “Figures.”

A breeze rolled through, rustling the banana leaves nearby. You hugged your knees to your chest, trying to piece him together. He wasn’t from here, that much was obvious. He wasn’t like your cousins, who had spent their entire lives in the countryside. He moved differently, spoke differently, carried himself like he had seen things, lived through things that didn’t belong in a place like this.

And yet, here he was.

“Are you running from something?” you asked, the words leaving your lips before you could stop them.

Jungwon finally looked at you, his gaze unreadable. For a second, you thought he wasn’t going to answer.

Then, he leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees. “I wouldn’t say running.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Then what?”

He exhaled, watching the lantern light flicker. “Looking.”

“For what?”

Jungwon tapped his fingers against his knee, as if debating how much to say. Then, with a slight shrug, he murmured, “Something worth staying for.”

Something about the way he said it made your breath hitch.

You didn’t know why, but your heart beat a little faster at those words.

“You make it sound like nothing has ever been worth staying for,” you said quietly.

Jungwon didn’t respond right away. Instead, he leaned back, stretching his arms before giving you a small, lopsided grin, like he was trying to shake off whatever weight had settled on his shoulders.

“I guess I just haven’t found it yet,” he said.

You swallowed. There was something bittersweet about his tone. You wanted to press further, to ask what places he’d been, what he had seen, what had made him so restless. But something told you he wouldn’t answer, not tonight.

So instead, you forced a smirk and nudged his shoulder. “Well, good luck with that, wanderer.”

Jungwon chuckled. “Wanderer, huh?”

“You don’t stay in one place, you’re constantly looking for something… the name fits.”

He tilted his head, considering. “I guess that makes you the opposite, then.”

You blinked. “What do you mean?”

Jungwon turned to you, the lantern’s warm glow reflecting in his dark eyes. “You want roots. Stability. A quiet life. You’re the kind of person who dreams of staying.”

You parted your lips, surprised at how easily he read you.

“…Yeah,” you admitted. “I do.”

Jungwon hummed, a knowing look in his eyes. “Guess that means we’re different, huh?”

You stared at him, your fingers tightening around your cup.

Different.

So why did it feel like, despite that difference, you were being pulled toward him anyway?

The stars twinkled above you, oblivious to the growing tension between the two of you. Somewhere in the distance, cicadas hummed, filling the silence.

You looked away first. “Yeah. We are.”

But for some reason, it didn’t feel like a bad thing.

The days blurred into each other, and before you knew it, your one-month stay was nearing its end.

You tried not to dwell on it too much. You busied yourself with your little cousins, indulging them with stories of the city and answering their endless questions. You helped out in the house, assisted in small village errands, and even tried your best to get used to working in the fields, though that part was still a disaster.

And then there was Jungwon.

Somehow, without meaning to, he had become a part of your everyday life. He was there in the mornings, showing up at your cousin’s house to borrow something, throwing a teasing remark your way. He was there in the afternoons, passing by while you played with the kids, making fun of your storytelling skills. And he was there in the evenings, sitting on the wooden steps with you, sharing drinks and small conversations under the stars.

But as the days passed, you couldn’t ignore the shift in the air. The teasing never stopped, but there were moments now—small, fleeting ones, where the playfulness softened, replaced by something else.

Like when he lingered just a little longer when handing you something.

Like when his gaze held yours for a second too long before he looked away.

Like when he stopped teasing you and instead just… listened.

It terrified you.

Because you knew this wouldn’t last.

One evening, as the sky burned with the last light of the sunset, you found yourself walking along the edge of the rice fields. The golden stalks swayed gently, whispering secrets to the wind. Jungwon was walking beside you, hands in his pockets, his usual easygoing expression in place.

“You’re quiet today,” he remarked.

You kicked at a stray pebble on the dirt path. “Just… thinking.”

“About?”

You hesitated. “Leaving.”

Jungwon didn’t say anything right away. Instead, he kept his gaze forward, his lips pressing into a firm line for a brief second before his usual smirk appeared.

“So, city life finally calling you back?” he said, his tone light, but there was something beneath it you couldn’t quite place.

You nodded. “I have to take my board exam. Then start working.”

“Right.”

Silence stretched between you, only broken by the distant croaking of frogs and the rustling of the fields.

You glanced at him. “You’re not saying anything annoying. That’s suspicious.”

Jungwon let out a chuckle, shaking his head. “What, you want me to tease you about leaving?”

You sighed. “No. I don’t know.”

A pause. Then, he tilted his head toward you. “Are you excited?”

You blinked at him. “About?”

“Going back. Getting away from this place.”

You opened your mouth, then closed it. Were you?

You had been, at the start. The first week here had been difficult, adjusting to the slower pace, dealing with the mud, getting teased for your city-girl habits. You missed the convenience of the city, the efficiency, the movement. But now…

You weren’t sure anymore.

“I should be,” you admitted. “I mean, this isn’t my life.”

Jungwon hummed. “Yeah.”

That was all he said. Yeah.

And for some reason, it made your chest tighten.

You frowned, suddenly frustrated. “You’re acting weird.”

Jungwon quirked a brow. “Am I?”

“Yes.”

He chuckled. “Maybe you’re just imagining things.”

You huffed. “That’s exactly something a weird person would say.”

Jungwon grinned, nudging your arm. “Fine. What do you want me to say? That I’ll miss you?”

Your breath hitched, but you forced a laugh. “Obviously. I’m the highlight of your summer.”

“Right, how could I forget?” he teased.

But his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes.

Neither of you said it, but you both felt it.

This would end soon.

And neither of you knew what to do about it.

Your departure was only days away, and yet, the one thing you hadn’t expected happened.

Jungwon disappeared.

Jungwon was gone.

One day, he was there, teasing you, lingering in doorways, stealing glances when he thought you weren’t looking. And then suddenly, he wasn’t.

You didn’t notice it at first. You had been too preoccupied, too caught up in the last few days of your stay, making sure you spent enough time with your cousins before leaving. But then a whole day passed without seeing him. Then another. And another.

At first, you brushed it off. Maybe he was busy. Maybe his family needed him for something.

But then you asked.

And the answer sent an uncomfortable chill down your spine.

“He left,” one of your cousins told you, chewing absently on a piece of sugarcane. “Said he had something urgent to take care of.”

You stared at them, the words sinking in like stones in water. “Left? Where?”

They shrugged. “Dunno. Just packed up and went.”

Just like that. No warning. No explanation. No goodbye.

You laughed bitterly, shaking your head. “Figures.”

But it wasn’t funny. Not even a little.

You had spent the last month getting used to him—his teasing, his stupid smirks, the way he made you feel like he saw through you even when you didn’t want him to. You had spent weeks trying to figure him out, to understand the way he spoke in half-truths, always dodging real answers with a joke or a smirk.

And now, when you were finally starting to understand him, when you were finally starting to accept that maybe, just maybe, he had become a part of this place for you., he was gone.

Without a word.

You hated him for it.

It burned, hot and unforgiving in your chest.

Because you had told him. You had told him you were leaving soon, given him time to prepare, time to say something, anything.

But instead, he left first.

Coward.

You had never expected anything from Jungwon. At least, that’s what you told yourself. He had been nothing but a fleeting presence in your life, a summer memory that was never meant to last.

So why did it feel like a betrayal?

The worst part was, no one else seemed to care. Life in the countryside moved on, unaffected by his absence. Your cousins still played in the fields, your relatives still sat around after meals gossiping about the neighbors, the sun still rose and set like it always did.

But for you, something had shifted.

You left two days later, not bothering to ask about him again.

If Jungwon didn’t care enough to say goodbye, then neither did you.

At least, that’s what you told yourself.

But the bitterness sat in your chest long after you boarded the bus back to the city.

And no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t shake the feeling that he had stolen something from you when he left, something you hadn’t even realized you were willing to give.

Months passed, but the feeling lingered—quiet, persistent, unshaken.

You told yourself it didn’t matter. That he didn’t matter.

But then, on your first day at work, stepping into the emergency department, the smell of antiseptic thick in the air, you looked up…

And there he was.

Jungwon.

Standing just a few feet away, sleeves rolled up, paramedic radio clipped to his belt, laughing at something a nurse said.

Your breath caught.

Of all the places in the world…

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secondsofpleasure · 2 years ago

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A Tribe Called Quest – I Left My Wallet in El Segundo

It was a brown wallet, it had props numbers. It had my jimmy hats, I gotta get it man.

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tbaluver · 8 months ago

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A Slow Night

pairing: rafayel x fem! reader genre/tags: MDNI, 18+, oral, unprotected sex/ slow sex a/n: this was requested by a couple of my anonnies requesting a slow and soft smut for raf but i can't find the requests so if your the anonnies that requested this i hope this finds you (╥﹏╥) this was sitting in my drafts for weeks....i hope this doesn't disappoint and you all enjoy ! if it does then this def does not exist okay ദ്ദി ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ ) i plan on writing a soft smut for xavier soon i'm not sure yet ! but it might also take a while tho hehe (ᵕ—ᴗ—) any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!

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After finally escaping the art exhibition, you both celebrated, eager to savor your time together alone. You enter his room, your lips remaining entwined with his, not breaking the contact as he gently guided you inside.

Both of you had matched elegantly for the event, but you two barely had a moment to enjoy the event together as a swarm of art collectors, critics, and journalists surrounded Rafayel. The only real contact you shared the rest of the event were stolen glances across the rooms. As if reading each other’s minds you both had managed to slip away out of the event and back into Rafayel’s studio.

A wave of emotions washed over you. Watching him across the room, stealing glances at each other as you watch him engage in conversation with countless people about his work, has stirred something deep inside of you. After what seemed like an eternity of waiting, you were finally alone with your boyfriend, yearning for him. Breathless, you break the kiss to catch your breath, “My boyfriend is so talented.”

“And what else?” He smiles with a playful glint in his eyes and draws you back into another fervent kiss. His hands slowly unbuttoning his dress shirt before completely removing it. His sculpted torso displayed so closely to you as if inviting your hands to hungrily explore.

“And he’s so handsome,” you murmur, your voice breathless as you run your fingers through his soft hair. Your hand slips to the back of his head, pulling him in closer as you deepen the kiss. Your lips dancing in rhythm, hot and needy.

You feel the back of your knee press against the edge of his bed and he helps gently lead you down onto the bed without breaking the kiss. You continue to keep praising him in between the slow kisses as his hands run along your sides.

As your bodies were pressed against each other, instinctively your hips began rolling against his lower half, feeling his hard cock over the thin material of your dress.

He presses a couple more kisses to your lips before he trails a path of wet kisses to your jaw and down to your neck until he starts sucking on your collarbone. His hands glide over the fabric of your dress, quickly finding the zipper and easily slipping it down with eager anticipation.

“Gonna give you anything you want, cutie,” He cups one of breasts, his thumb thrumming over your hard nipples as a groan leaves his lips. He takes your nipple in his mouth, running his tongue through the bud while massaging the other nipple with the tip of his finger. He switches, giving the other the same attention with his mouth and finger.

He continues to pepper your body with wet kisses, traveling down the valley of your breasts and over your belly. Your breathing is already labored, your hands snaking their way back into the locks of his hair.

He lays down on top of you, head resting on your belly as he begins kissing it. He holds onto your waist so you wouldn’t move. He goes further down to reach the waistband of our panties and you lift your hips up instinctively.

Slipping the fabric down slowly, he places a kiss on your hip bones. ”s’ pretty” He whispers before diving right into you. He explores your pussy with his lips, lapping from your labia to your clit. “Taste so good, how do always I survive that long without you?” He attaches his mouth to your button, sucking it gently, wanting you to enjoy the pleasure and giving you all the pleasure he could.

Your hands tug his hair gently, feeling his tongue explore and flick around. His hands lift your hips as if you were his feast and your thighs wrapped around his body to keep him in place.

He removes his hands off your body, bringing them to your pussy, swifting entering you with his two longer fingers, taking them in and out patiently. “Raf, don’t tease…..” You whine.

“‘m not teasing cutie, preparing you m’kay?” Rafayel fingers you softly, kissing your inner thighs. When your legs become shaky and you tug his hair a little harder, he decides to stop. Taking in one more kiss on your clit, before leaving the place in between your thighs.

He looks up to see your mouth slightly open, catching your breath. You couldn’t tell if the stars you were seeing were real through the expansive glass roof or if they were a pleasurable illusion he had conjured in you.

He tilts his head, a playful smirk curling up his lips looking at the sight in front of him. He carefully and slowly moves on top of you. “You still with me cutie? I’m not finished with you yet.” You respond with a lazy smile and nod.

You helped loosen the belt on his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them as he slid them off completely. You bring your hand to his underwear, freeing his cock from the strained material.

He settles himself comfortably on top of you, slotting his lips back into yours as you take his cock in your hands. Your back was arched as your hands worked on his length, his veins can be felt on the palm of your hand, and his girth fitting into your fist perfectly.

"t's too good, gonna cum on your hands if you keep doing that." He murmurs, pulling his lips away from yours.

He sits up, fully taking off his boxers, his stiff cock stands tall and proud with a large amount of pre-cum on its head already.

He lowers himself to meet your gaze once more, pressing his forehead gently against yours as he softly asks, “How would you like it, my love?”

“Let’s go slow tonight Raf?”

"Anything for you."

He teased himself a bit by rubbing the tip of his cock at the entrance of your cunt, making you even more aroused. “Raf....” You whined, becoming impatient.

“So eager” Rafayel murmurs, slowly sinking his length inside of you. “F-fuck” He inhales sharply, “‘s warm and tight for me baby.” He lowers himself on top of you, brushing his lip on your ear as he slowly fills himself up inside of you.

“‘m so lucky to have you. to have you like this and see you like this.”

You hold onto his arms for support as Rafayel slowly rolls his hips inside of you, hearing you moan for more. With every thrust, he buries himself deeper and deeper in your body, wanting to stay in there forever. His lips are soft against yours as he kisses you, stifling your small whimpers as he pushes slowly into you, filling you up before stopping to catch your breath and adjust to his size.

To be inside of you as you hold him so tight and uttering his name over and over again with pure longing for him, it was perfect.

He kisses your jawline, the side of your neck, every part of your body he could. “‘m gonna go faster now mkay?” He whispers seductively in your ear, his warm breath fanning your skin as he waits for your response. Your eyes were fluttered shut and your mouth was slightly open as if you were lost in a trance. “p-please.” You breathlessly mustered up to say and that was all he needed to continue.

He whispered sweet words into your ear as your body trembled around him. His pace and thrust was much faster this time. “don’t hold back, wanna hear ya.” With his free hand, he squeezes one your tit, making you moan. He can feel your walls closing more and more around his cock.

“I’m so so close Raf,” You whimpered, gripping on him more tightly as your nails pressed more into his skin. “fill me please”

“Hmm? Want me to keep you full?” The lewd noise of your skins slapping filled the room as you began to meet your sweet release. “‘s good raf-you feel s-so good.”

The warm feeling of pleasure took over your body, starting from your chest and spread around your thighs, which began shaking with blissful waves. He continues praising you, working to meet his own release.

He was so close, ready to fill you up. “Fuck,” He groans, holding you closer to him as he slams your hips together, milking himself dry inside of you. Rafayel’s thrusts become sloppy before stopping. He collapses into the curve of your neck, breathing heavily. He stays inside of you for a bit as you both breath in sync, holding onto each other as if it were to be your last moments together.

Rafayel lifts his head, his eyes sparkling up at you and rolls you both over so you are now on top of him. A satisfied smirk playing on his lips. Your cheeks painted in a rosy color and you were both glittered with sweat. He draws you down for another passionate kiss, his hands glide over your soft curves, savoring every touch.

He pulls away from the kiss, gazing at you as if it you were a masterpiece yourself. “Gods,” He sighs contently, “I love you so much.”

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BLUE BLOOD — chapter 1.

ᝰ synopsis: after the death of his predecessor, devi's father assumes the position of prime minister of south korea. this brings her closer to the royal family, where she crosses paths with crown princess karina, with whom she finds herself in a back-and-forth of friction and interactions that blossom after a night they spent together, but which cannot be repeated.

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devi was an extremely multifaceted person, a true wonder. she was a shot in the air, the hurricane that came to sweep away everything in its path. she had never learned to set limits for herself, and if she did it was out of pure survival instinct. although that's what devi did least of all, survive. surviving meant you weren't living, not the right way. ha devi was in love with life and the adrenaline rush of giving her heart and soul to it. she was passionate about her convictions, she fought for what she believed in and was always at the front of any stampede that moved in the direction of something better.

devi was a traveler. she knew the world as she knew herself. she loved paris, she loved escaping to the different countries that made up the caribbean, she treasured her memories of her adventures in africa, but most of all she loved seoul.

she believed that a good politician was one who loved their land, and there were none of those left. her sensitive being was squeezed when she saw power in the hands of those who only wanted money or to take advantage of the weakest, of the people. unfortunately, she was surrounded by that kind of person.

that's why seeing her at a royal event was so peculiar, like meeting a jaguar in the middle of a public road. a gala full of economists, politicians and businessmen was no place for a dreamer like her.

but devi was also a lover. she loved to live like she loved to give her heart to whomever she thought was worthy, and she loved people. she was someone who would come for you at four in the morning when you needed company, she was the one who would follow you to the end of the world if you asked her to. and she was the one who would show up at a masquerade ball just because her best friend yunjin wanted it.

the lights were dazzling, changing and flashing to the rhythm of the music that the girl found extremely boring, but she understood that it was what was supposed to musicalize the lives of such monotonous people with such empty goals. the crowd was suffocating, but not for someone who was so fascinated with the human being and how it worked, not for someone who looked for connections between people as if she was under the sea and looking for oxygen. she thought that among so many packages without content maybe she could find someone who was worthwhile.

and so she did. because when you look, you find. and even more so with the determination and stubbornness that characterized the young woman.

the night had passed without notable events, beyond the fact that she enjoyed being in the presence of her friend who was characterized by being the soul in any crowd she found herself in, and with her other friend, jiyong, who if there was one thing he knew how to do, it was to make a party entertaining.

but it wasn't until she went outside to smoke a cigarette away from the distressing tunes that were dazing her inside the hall, that she found something that really gave her evening something to look forward to.

everyone at the gala was wearing their masks, as they went about their business, it was hard to tell who you were running into, but when a slender, delicate figure made her presence known in the courtyard next to devi, she didn't need to see her face. the woman had the most striking back and nape she had ever seen in her life, if she had ever paid attention to that. it was her aura of elegance that called ha to not be able to take her eyes off of her.

and devi wasn't shy or slow. if something caught her attention, she wanted it for herself, so after a moment of letting her eyes lose themselves in the woman's porcelain skin and finishing her cigarette, she approached this one. she positioned herself behind her and leaned in so that her head was on her shoulder, at ear level.

"are you looking for something?" she let out in a whisper that ran through her body.

the latter gave a little jump from the fright of the sudden company and turned quickly to see who it was. "i don't know who you are." was all she could say due to the uncertainty of the situation.

"for now." her mask only covered her nose and eyes so the confident smile that had been drawn on her lips was easily visible.

"who are you?" repeated the girl already calmer, and now slightly annoyed by the intrusion of the contrarian.

"i can't tell you." she refused. "that's what masks are for." she pointed to the pieces covering their faces. "but if you let me buy you a drink you'd be one step closer to knowing."

"and why would i accept a drink from you?" she folded her arms and from behind the garment covering her could still be seen furrowing her eyebrows in annoyance.

"because clearly i'm the most interesting thing that's happened to you all night."

maybe it was the drinks, or the sweet words that came out of devi's mouth like a waterfall, or her delicacy to treat a woman. or maybe the lady was extremely bored like everyone else at that party and was looking for something to generate dopamine. there were several possible factors as to how they had arrived at that situation, the only certainty was that they had ended up on the second floor that was desolate, in the darkness of a corridor, desperately kissing each other.

it was like that. when devi set her eyes on something, she got it.

the woman's hands tangled in devi's hair as they frantically sought to bring her even closer than they were, while ha's touch ran up and down the back of the other woman's back whose dress left exposed as if inviting her to explore it. their mouths were in a war to prove who needed the other more and their tongues caressed each other when they saw the opportunity to do so. the blackhaired lifted one leg with difficulty due to the big dress she was wearing and caressing devi's side with it she reached her waist wrapping it around it to which the latter held her firmly to avoid her from falling.

"we should go back." the woman spoke between kisses.

"no." she secured her grip on her waist and leg. "we shouldn't."

she brought her hands up to her cheeks to pull her away a little. "i didn't come here alone." she reported, still unable to stop the kisses the contrarian was leaving on her lips.

"neither did i." she concurred. "but i guess they wouldn't mind losing sight of me for a night." she tried to rejoin their lips only to be stopped by a hand resting over her mouth.

"maybe you have that privilege." she observed. "but if they lose sight of me, there's going to be a big problem." she laughed softly.

"let there be." she instigated. "what would life be without trouble?" she smiled broadly, her opponent's hand still on her lips.

"it's not that easy." she spoke with some sadness.

"things are only hard when you make them hard."

"do you have a philosophical saying for everything i say?" she looked at her amused.

"i must convince you to stay with me somehow." she raised her hand to her shoulder to carress her arm from it gently to take the hand resting on her lips and pull it away a little so that she could leave a kiss on the back of it. "would you let me take you out of here?" she proposed, her eyes expectant.

"and where would you take me?" she asked with a laughing expression.

"to my humble quarters, of course." she stretched her arms in the air as if speaking of something obvious. "i must warn you." she raised her index finger in the air, placing it in front of her as a warning sign. "that i am not the tidiest person in the world." she extended her palm after giving herself away. "but my mattress is extremely comfortable." she returned to her, grabbing her waist.

"i can't afford to run away with a messy felon."

devi showed a pout on her lips, which made the woman laugh.

"not without first knowing who i'd be running off with." she hinted mischievously.

"oh, of course." the girl took her distance, to a point where the other could see her clearly. she took the mask covering her face and carefully removed it, arranging her hair and clothes after doing so as if to look more presentable, finally staring at her exposing herself as if she were the muse of a painting. "devi." she held out her hand inviting for a squeeze. "to please you." she winked.

the woman took her hand as she laughed at her opposite's comment and tugged this one closer until she was at a sufficient distance to give her a gentle tap on the shoulder. devi wrapped her arms around her and looked into her eyes, losing herself in them as had been happening to her all night. the blackhaired took advantage of the closeness to inspect her features carefully, squinting her eyes as if that would help.

"i think i know you from somewhere." she mentioned, but she wasn't able to decipher where she knew that face from.

"i don't think so." she shook her head. "i'm never in one place for too long."

"you'd be surprised to know that i'm not either." she concurred.

"now that i've revealed my super-secret identity." she began. "could you give me the privilege of knowing yours?" she asked kindly.

"okay." she agreed after hesitating for a few seconds. "but don't freak out as soon as you see me."

"never." she assured and stepped back to give her space.

the blackhaired took a moment to meditate on what she was about to do, devi noticed her anxiety as she shook her hands as if trying to shake off the nervousness that way. she took a breath and raised her arms to behind her head to untie the straps that held the mask over her face. finally removing the piece and revealing the person underneath it.

devi froze, staring at her as if she had come face to face with a ghost. she was the most beautiful creature her eyes had ever seen, but it wasn't the first time they had seen her. she contemplated for a second that she had gotten herself into a barbaric mess, but another great quality of devi was that she was brave and didn't shy away from even the biggest of disasters. and if she thought about it, this was more of a blessing than a problem, a peculiar blessing.

devi arranged her garments again and quickly bowed. "jeoha." —your highness —.

"oh, please." she scoffed. "get up." she commanded and immediately devi obeyed. "you have put your hands inside my dress, all of this is performative."

"my hands were inside your dress before i knew you were a royal princess." she defended herself.

"you really didn't know?" she inquired incredulously.

"these masks." she held up her own, showing it. "they really do the job." she joked.

"do you understand now why it would be a big deal if i disappear for a night?"

"i understand." devi took a few quiet steps toward the princess. "and yet i still think we should give it a try." she admitted.

"you're stubborn." the blackhaired pointed out.

"i just really like you, princess katarina." she confessed.

the largest of the audience halls at gyeongbokgung palace was packed with a large number of the elite waiting to see the king appoint the new prime minister following the tragic and untimely death of the one who had previously served in that job.

the news had announced a tragic car accident and plans for his wake and the upcoming inauguration of the deputy prime minister were set in motion according to protocol as quickly as possible.

normally, the ceremony for the appointment of the prime minister was somewhat more discreet, but this time, a big event had been arranged. ha yoonho had been chosen by the king himself to take office, and after being accepted by parliament, the organizations for the celebration had begun immediately. it was no coincidence that the king had thrown such a party for the occasion since the ha dynasty and the yu dynasty had been close friends for decades, and in this case, ha yoonho and king yu seongmin were close friends.

the huge doors opened, letting in the new prime minister of south korea, bringing everyone to their feet. behind a large wooden table waiting for him at the end of a long red carpet were the king and his wife. while the royal princesses were seated to one side, their seats being closest to their parents. on the opposite side to them was yoonho's spouse, and next to her was an empty chair.

as the man walked in front of the attentive gaze of all those people who were part of the parliament cabinet and the south korean upper class to the rhythm of a melody played by a string ensemble, a bit of commotion began to build in the area where his family was supposed to be. people began to run and make room for each other while someone's agitated voice could be heard in murmurs. out of the crowd emerged ha dabin, or devi, the prime minister's daughter, who had overslept and was late for her own father's appointment as the most powerful person in the country. she made her way awkward and hurriedly to her mother and took a seat in that waiting chair, earning a rebuke from the woman next to her.

karina's eyes, who was watching everything from the front wing, expanded in horror as she saw her next to the woman who only minutes before had greeted and introduced herself as father ha's wife. that's where she knew devi from, it all finally made sense. she was the daughter of one of her father's closest friends and she had seen her at a few events throughout her life.

but more important than that, it meant she had slept with the daughter of the new prime minister.

from her place, devi began to survey the room, her ability to pay attention to things being very short, she always needed something to stimulate her mind, and as she let her eyes wander around the room, she found it. her gaze fell on princess katarina who was already staring at her from earlier.

karina expected anything but to meet her one-night stand in the middle of a royal appointment.

devi smiled sideways at her, her eyes showing confidence. the girl was happy to see her again, for a moment she had forgotten that she would be there, to be honest, she wasn't even sure if the princesses would attend. karina wore her hair down and a white dress that clung to her body perfectly, the newcomer was unable to tear her gaze away from her.

she winked at her.

and karina looked away.

the ceremony passed with devi paying very little attention to what was going on with her father and too much to the crown princess, while this one pretended not to see her and tried her best to stay focused on the event, giving a few glances at the other at times, only to be discovered by her.

everyone left the courtroom and devi was now officially the daughter of the prime minister of south korea. she congratulated her father before anyone else and took advantage of the gathering of people who came to speak to him to go on her journey to find the woman she had been with a month before.

after that night, waking up in ha's apartment, karina had practically fled. she said a fleeting goodbye and left no way of contacting her for a devi who was now fascinated with her. of course the blackhaired did not expect the prime minister to die in a car accident, nor that devi would turn out to be the daughter of his predecessor.

the chestnut slipped through the corridors of the palace, following the faces that seemed to work for the nobility, finally slipping behind the large wooden table into a small place off to the side, she walked around for a while and stumbled into a room where she could see the king's ceremonial accessories being taken from him. she assumed she was going the right way, so she kept on walking. then a voice alerted her and reached her ears briefly, a voice she knew. she followed the direction it was coming from and came across a small room where she could see, through the small opening of the door, princess katarina desperately explaining something to her lady-in-waiting.

she didn't manage to hear clearly what the blackhaired was saying, but she did hear when her companion told her to wait there. devi quickly ducked around the corner of the hallway and waited for the girl to walk away, then approached the room and carefully entered, closing the door behind her.

"aeri, did you forget something?" the woman said with her gaze focused on detaching the lock from her bracelet.

"shall i help you with that?" spoke devi seeing the difficulty the girl was having with the accessory.

karina lifted her head with momentum at the sound of the girl's voice, it didn't even take her a second to recognize it. "how did you get here?" she asked in surprise.

"let's just say you need better security at the palace." she joked.

"devi." she named seriously. "you can't be here."

"can't i?" she feigned bewilderment. "i thought being the prime minister's daughter gave me certain powers."

"certain ones, but not wandering around the royal palace at your leisure." her attitude was serious, unlike the intruder's, who seemed to be enjoying the interaction. "what are you doing here?"

"i saw you earlier and couldn't resist." she began walking towards her. "let's just say i haven't stopped thinking about you and was excited to see you." she confessed, her voice soft and confident.

"devi." she dropped her head and let out a sigh. "look-"

"you haven't thought about me?" she interrupted.

"i can't answer that." she dodged.

"it's a simple question."

"but it exposes me." she explained. "listen, what happened between us was really nice." she moved closer to her and put a hand on her chest. "but it's not going to happen again." she sentenced. "and these things." she pointed to her and the door. "they can't be happening."

"did i do something wrong?" devi's confidence was flagging, some disappointment infiltrating the way she spoke.

"other than breaking palace rules and security to see me." she laughed, but it carried a bit of bitterness. "you didn't do anything wrong." she assured sincerely. "but nothing is going to happen between us and if you keep looking for me, you'll only get into trouble."

"but what would life be without trouble?" she smiled as she repeated what she had said to her the night they met.

"that philosophy could maybe convince me once, but i don't fall for the same trick twice." she reined the girl in.

"could at least know why?" she inquired, her face exuding frustration.

"because i'm the crown princess." she said simply. "and someday i will have a husband to give me heirs." she explained. "i can't risk being caught with a woman." she turned away from the girl.

"and do you want that?"

"no." she answered truthfully. "but it's not my decision." she clarified, these things seemed assumed by her long ago. "i'm sorry, but you should go now."

devi didn't know what to answer, one thing that was uncharacteristic of her, she always had a come back for everything, but at that moment she had become mute. she hated everything she couldn't have, and at the same time she longed for it even more. she turned and walked to the door. "i just want you to remember," she stopped to speak to her. "that i'm incredibly stubborn." she reported. "and it just so happens that we'll be seeing a lot of each other from now on." she put her hand on the door handle.

"that's not the way things work."

"things work the way i want them to." she winked and gave her one last smile, then walked out of the room, leaving karina alone.

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