#author: kpopflowerfield

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A new book has been added to the Shelf by @kpopflowerfield "Gimmie Love | jjk"

Gimmie Love | jjk

ღ pairing: playboy! jungkook x desperate! fem reader

ღ word count: 5.7k

ღ genre: angst & smut

ღ rating: nsfw, mdni

ღ warnings: toxic relationship, pet names(babe,baby), dirty sex, dom! jk, needy sex, a bit of voyerism is involved (jk tries to finger reader in movie theater), unprotected sex! (wrap up), Jungkook calls reader ‘slut’ once, fingering, throat fucking, jk is sadistic and loves being a tease

ღ networks: @k-vanity @k-library

ღ summary: ex situationship comes back into your life and you can’t help but find yourself back in your old habits of begging to be loved for the right reasons

ღ author’s note: ty to @tusswrites for beta reading!!

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You looked around, absentmindedly listening to your friends. "Ooh, he's hot," Your friend Mina cooed as she stared out. You looked over at the man she was drooling over. He was attractive, about six feet, with milky skin and chestnut hair. She didn't know his name, but it didn't matter as she wasn't interested in names. "What about him?" Kyujin nodded her head in the direction of someone. Tan skin, about the same height as the other one, and had beautiful black waves. You shrugged a bit; they were attractive but not enough for you to thirst over as the two of them did. "What about you, Y/N?" They both spoke at the same time, and you shrugged. "I don't really care; I mean, they're all a one-night stand." You scoped out the place, seeing who else was around.

Your heart dropped for a moment as you looked around the room. Your eye locked in on that familiar muscular back. The tattoos that traveled down from the sleeves of the shirt, hugging his skin, made your guess right. You forced a swallow down your tightening throat. "I have to go to the bathroom, watch my drink?" You barely made eye contact with Kyujin as you scurried off. You locked the door behind you and took a deep breath. You walked over to the sink and took a moment to process that he was here.

Your palms started to hurt from the way you were gripping the countertop. You shut your eyes as you thought about him. Of course, he was there, it was his friend, but you haven't seen him at the past few parties that you've attended. So why the fuck was this the night he came to the party? Your thoughts froze as there was a knock on the door. "One minute!" You called out, stretching out your hands from the tense state they took from the hold you had on the counter. You fixed your hair and unlocked the door, opening it carefully. "I thought I saw you," That voice sounded sweet, like honey, as you looked at him. "It's nice to see you too, Jungkook," You lied and made your way to your friends.

Your friends smiled. "You're back! I was about to go find you," Kyujin teased as you nodded. "I'm actually going to go home now, just wanted to let you guys know," You gave them each a quick hug. "It's so early, are you sure?" Mina questioned you as you nodded. "Yeah, I'm just tired and have stuff I need to do. I'll text you," You smiled at them and walked out, leaving both of them confused by your odd behavior. You made your way home, your hands curled into fists in your pockets as you stared down at the ground. You didn't have to walk too far before texting your friends that you made it home safely. You took off your jacket and sighed as you sat down on your couch. The notification came from your friends messaging you, and you clicked on it. Thanking them for going out with you.

That's when you went to put your phone down on the couch beside you but stopped seeing the drop-down notification from Instagram. You swallowed, getting that throat-tightening feeling like when you were at the party. You clicked on the message and scoffed, reading it.

Jungkook: It's been a while since I've seen you. You still look amazing. It was nice to see you.

You closed out the message and went to your room with the intention of going straight to bed, but you could only think of what you had with Jungkook once upon a time. The way he used to hold you close and how it made you feel protected. You would have late-night conversations about anything and everything. You honestly didn't realize it was one way until you confessed. He never felt the same way about you, no matter how much you tried to convince yourself that he did. Even though some of his actions were romantic and he only expected you to be with him, he never could say he liked you the way you liked him. The word 'love' would only leave his lips when he was talking about how it felt to fuck you. You fell hard for him, but he never felt that way.

You sighed to yourself and checked the message one more time. Maybe one last message wouldn't hurt? You could make it different this time, making it clear you didn't want just sex. It was something you could never confess to your friends, but you missed the physical connection you had with him. You could find someone else, but it would take too long before you could consider being as intimate as you were with Jungkook. You knew him for years before you slept with him, and even though you hadn't seen him in a few years, your heart still beat the way it did when you were close to him and spending every moment with him. Maybe it was just your hopeless romantic brain trying to convince the logical side that told you he wasn't worth more of your time.

Y/N: nice to see you, too. Maybe we can meet up?

Jungkook: I'd like that; what would you like to do?

Y/N: We can do something simple. Maybe a movie?

Jungkook: Just tell me when I'll pick you up.

You solidified your plans with Jungkook and got ready. Your anxiety was on high alert as you got ready, realizing you were actually meeting up after time apart. You promised yourself you wouldn't see him again, but that was a year ago, and you swear on everything that it would be different this time around. You walked out your door once you got a text from him saying he was outside. Your mind was wiped from whatever it was that you wanted to say as you opened the door and got in. The smell of his sweet cologne hitting your nostrils. "So, what movie were you thinking of?" He looked over at you as he drove. "Oh," You tried to think of a movie he would want to see. "You can pick," You smiled over at him. "Alright," He laughed a bit. "What's so funny?" You huffed as he looked over at you. "You haven't changed," He smiled at you and parked.

Your cheeks flushed as he got out and opened your door. "Wow, what a gentleman," You teased him as he shook his head. "Yeah, yeah." He shut the door behind you as you walked into the theater. "Want any snacks, babe?" He nodded to the wall of snacks. Your cheeks flushed hearing that sudden name. "Just popcorn," You nodded as he walked over to the counter, paying for your small bucket of popcorn. You watched him and smiled as he handed it to you. "How much?" You asked him as he shrugged. "Nothing for you," You shook your head at him. Maybe it wasn't just sexual for him to make such playful comments. You had to take that idea out of your head; it was your first time hanging out together in a while, and you shouldn't automatically assume it's what you want. Maybe it was just sexual still, but how could you tell? The two of you definitely did have a connection, but it was hard to put a label on it. You just knew that you missed it, and you were beyond grateful that you finally had a chance to rebuild it.

You both made it to the theater and sat down. Once the movie started to play, his hand crept up your thigh as you sat next to each other. His fingers were playing with the end of your skirt. Your face turned a bright red from the heat that spread. You knew what he was doing, and you wanted to stop him, but it was hard to fight it. His touch made your body warm up as he played with the lace material of your panties. He could feel the way your body was reacting and smirked. Your breath hitched as he moved your panties to the side and felt your wet slit, moving his finger up slowly. He leaned over to whisper in your ear. "You're soaked, and I haven't even played with you yet," He chuckled as you whimpered from his touch. He went to continue, and you held his arm, restraining him from going further. "I don't want to get caught," You stared at him as he shook his head. "You won't,"

You still held his arm and shook your head. "Not here," He nodded and moved his hand away from you. "Alright," He suddenly sounded annoyed with you, and you looked down, finding something else to focus on as your mind was racing once you realized his demeanor changed. The awkward tension stayed between the two of you for the rest of the movie. "Do you want me to drive you home?" He looked at you. You knew he was asking so he could most likely continue what he tried to start. You shook your head and smiled. "I have plans with my friends; I can have one of them pick me up," He nodded as you walked out of the theater. "Thank you for taking me out," You smiled at him as he nodded, a faint smile on his lips. "Anytime,"

You sighed as he left and found a bench in the lobby to sit on. You called Mina, asking her for a ride and she showed up within a few minutes, and you got in her car. "How did you get here?" She couldn't help but question you immediately. "I came here with someone, but I didn't want to burden them." You shrugged as she sighed. "You wouldn't be burdening them if it was a date, you know that, right?" You nodded as she looked at you. "Who was your date?" She could sense how awkward you were with her question. "Don't tell me it was him," There was disappointment laced in her voice as you shrugged a bit. "Yeah, it was. I had a good time, though," She sighed at you again. "I thought he just wanted sex," She parked and stared at you. You fell silent as she watched you stare at your lap. "Listen, if it's what you want, I don't care, but I know you want a deeper relationship than what he has to offer."

You nodded and got out of her car. "Kyujin is upstairs; we're ordering some food, too." She got out after as you both walked up to her apartment. "Wowww, look how dressed up you are," Kyujin commented as you flushed lightly. "Where'd you go?" She questioned, seeing your skirt and makeup done. "She went out with Jungkook again," Mina spoke up; she sounded like a disappointed parent coming home to tell the other parent what they did wrong. Kyujin's face changed quickly. "Don't tell me that's true, Y/N," You shrugged her off and sat down on the couch. "Come on, Y/N, last time you went out with him, you were upset for weeks. You confessed, and he told you he wasn't interested like that, and you were heartbroken." Kyujin stared at you, along with Mina. "Guys, I know what I'm doing. I'm being more careful this time, and I won't get hurt. I promise," Your reassurance wasn't enough for them, but they didn't want to press anymore. They just wanted to enjoy the rest of the night with you.

Even though it seemed weird with your friends, you could tell it wasn't with malice but care for you. They didn't want to see you hurt again, and you understood that. That's why you were going to make it clear to Jungkook that nothing is going to be just sex. That's why when he messaged you at 11:30 the next night, you weren't opposed to saying yes. You showered and got yourself ready. Your nerves started to rack up as you drove to his. You started to plan the words that you wanted to say. Just wanting to get it out there immediately instead of waiting and letting yourself get hurt.

You walked up the steps of his apartment building and knocked lightly on his door. He opened the door after a few moments and let you in. "I'm so glad that you came over," His voice was so sweet, making your heart melt. The way he was dressed, however, made your brain flood with other ideas. The grey sweats hanging loosely on his bare hips. You tried to keep your composure as much as you could, not wanting to stare at his body for too long. "I'm glad you asked for me to come over," You smiled and walked over to his couch. "I actually wanted to say something." You started as he shushed you. "Afterwards," He looked at you; his eyes were filled with lust seconds after you walked in the door. You swallowed, remembering that dark look he always had. You closed your legs tightly together, not wanting to get too turned on just by his look.

"I've missed you," His voice was raspy as you laid down, letting him crawl on top of you and leave soft kisses on your neck. He could feel the way your core was heating up below him. His kisses continued to travel down until he hit the neckline of your clothing. His hand pushed up the loose tee shirt you had on. You let out a sharp exhale at his cold hands traveling up your sides. "Let's take this off," He slid his hands under your shirt as you sat up slightly, allowing him to strip you of your shirt and bra. Goosebumps spread across your skin from the cool air of his apartment. "How about I warm you up?" He smirked down at you; you couldn't resist nodding as you swallowed. The ache between your thighs grew as you saw his thick cock growing in his pants.

He took off your pants and moved your panties to the side. "I should finish what I started the other day," His finger teased your slit, a whimper escaped your lips as you felt him. The feeling of his rough fingers sent shivers down your spine as he pushed his finger in. "I've missed the way this pussy grips my fingers," He smirked as he curled his fingers, making you cry out in pleasure. "So loud already," He chuckled. You whimpered as his fingers moved quickly, pumping in and out of your soaking wet cunt. "J-Jungkook," A soft moan escaped your lips as he hovered above you. He pulled his fingers out and smirked, sucking them clean of your juices.

You watched him intently, your cheeks flushed as he hovered above you. God, he looked better than you remembered. You wrapped your arms loosely around his neck, pulling him in closer to you as he leaned down. Your bodies lay flush together as he kissed that sweet spot on your neck, biting down lightly. You let out a breathless moan as he left open-mouthed kisses down your neck. "I can't wait to fuck you any longer," He rasped and pushed his pants down and looked at you, giving himself a few strokes before pulling your panties to the side again.

He held one of your hips, letting it travel to your lower back, and lifted you so he could push himself deep inside of you slowly and inch by inch. Watching as your face started to contort from the feeling of him being inside again. "God, I've missed this fucking pussy," He groaned as your walls adjusted to the familiar girth. He held your hips close to his as he moved slowly, the rhythmic deep thrusts making you moan out. "F-fuck me," You pleaded as he raised an eyebrow. "Isn't that what I'm already doing?" He started to get a bit rougher, and you cried out. "Is this what you want? You want it faster?" He stared down at you, watching your chest bounce with each slow, brutal thrust. He bit his lip, teasing the way he fucked you.

"F-faster, please," You pleaded as he chuckled. "Look at you being a greedy slut," He gripped your hips as he picked up an unrelenting pace. You cried out as he didn't back down from the pace he had started. "Is this what you wanted?" He taunted as his hips jackhammered into yours. You couldn't give a response as you sobbed out from each thrust slamming into your hips. Your back arched as your walls gripped tightly around him. "Fuck yes, baby," He grunted. "You take this fucking cock so well," He tilted his head back and moaned. "I'm gonna fucking paint you all over," He hissed as his thrusts became more needy and not as rhythmic. "Y-you fuck me so fucking good," You sputtered, your walls spasming against him.

"I-I'm going to cum," You sobbed as your chest bounced up and down. "Do it," He demanded, sending shivers down your spine. He slammed into your hips, sending you over the edge. His cock twitched against your walls before he pulled out quickly, emptying himself on your stomach. Your lower body shook as he got off of you. He grabbed a box from the coffee table and handed it to you. "Here," your brain was clouded as he looked at you, shaking the box of tissues in your face. You grabbed a handful, and he tossed the box back onto the table.

You watched him pull his pants back up and walk to the kitchen as you wiped yourself off. Placing the dirty tissues on the table as he walked back. "Here," He handed you a water as you took it. "Thanks," You smiled softly, sitting up and taking a sip from the bottle. "Are you busy tomorrow?" You looked over as he shrugged. "Not really." You nodded a bit at his response. "Well, if you wanted to, we could go grab lunch or maybe some dinner?" You held the bottle in your lap. "Maybe." You bit your lip at his bland response. "Well, text me if you think of anything." You smiled at him. "Yep." Sensing the cold shoulder he was giving you, you put the water on the coffee table and collected your clothes, dressing yourself quickly. "I'm gonna go now," You cleared your throat, taking the water bottle with you as you walked out. "Have a good night," He said as you shut the door behind you.

You held your head and sat in your car for a moment. You didn't know why you put yourself in this situation again, and it was pissing you off. You thought, then called Kyujin. "Hey, can I come over?" You sounded tired. "Yeah, of course. Mina is over right now, too," She answered brightly. "I'll be there in ten," You drove off. "Drive safe, pookie!" Mina called out in the background as you laughed and hung up.

You walked upstairs and opened the door to her apartment. You walked over and flopped down on the couch. "What's wrong?" Mina's eyebrows furrowed as you reached over and grabbed the carton of ice cream Kyujin was holding. "You guys were right," You held the spoon and took a bite. Mina sighed and pulled you in close to her. "I'm sorry, Y/N," She rubbed your shoulders. "I just went over, and y'know," Your cheeks flushed; you were always awkward talking about sex. "But as soon as he finished, he stood up and walked away. He came back with water, but still, I tried to have a conversation, and he just ignored me; he clearly didn't want to talk to me." You took another bite as Kyujin joined in and embraced you. "I have to call it quits now; I know if I don't, I'll just get hurt." Kyujin nodded. "I know, and I know that you feel comfortable with him, but we care for you too much to see you get hurt by the same guy again,"

It hurt to hear the truth, but you needed it. You couldn't text him to tell him it was over, so instead, you ghosted him, and you let a week go by, and he never messaged you. It felt a bit too smooth, but you didn't want to jinx it. You felt so much better not stressing yourself out about him and feeling like you needed him to see you in another way than just sexual. Your friends were also proud of you for not talking to him again. They just knew your heart and how hard and fast you fall for someone. They hated Jungkook for how he hurt you last time, and they never wanted to see it again; they knew it was hard for you to leave the idea of being with him, and deep down, they knew it probably wasn't the last time he broke your heart.

And just like that, you knew you spoke too soon. Your phone buzzed, and there was his profile picture on your lock screen. You tapped on it, seeing he was inviting you over yet again. You bit your lip and thought about it. You did want to talk to him in person, explain your feelings, and tell him that sex isn't the only thing you want. You gave in on the chance and sent him a text, agreeing to see each other.

You got yourself ready and got in your car to drive to his place. You took a deep breath and practiced what you wanted to say to him as you drove. Once you knocked on that door, your eyes laid upon the sight of Jungkook whisking away your thoughts. Just standing there in a towel, letting you come in. You watched him as he walked to his bedroom. He didn't utter a word, but you followed him. You watched as he dropped his towel on the ground. You stared at every inch of his body, taking him in.

The words you had set up for you to say were no longer there. "Get on your knees for me, baby," You nodded, listening to everything he told you. You carefully got on your knees; the soft faux fur rug kept you away from the discomfort of the hardwood floors. You watched as he stroked his length, making it easier for you to suck on. You watched him reach for your hand, and you gave it to him. He placed it near the base of his cock as you took over for him. His head tilted back as he felt you. You looked up at him, parting your lips and taking his thick tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it. He looked down at you, staring into your eyes. You bobbed up and down slowly, not wanting to choke on him. Your cheeks hollowed against him, making a groan escape his lips. "Fuck Y/N," He bit his lip as you locked eyes with him.

He watched you. "You can go faster, babe," He instructed. You hesitated, not sure how fast you could move on him. "Want help?" He taunted; before you could really process what he said, he wrapped his fingers in your hair and started moving your head on him. "Mm," He groaned out, followed by a shattered breath. You gagged as he touched the back of your throat, but that didn't stop him as he kept moving your head on him. "God, I love your pretty mouth," He groaned. Your eyes watered from each hard thrust into your mouth. Your hand quickly grabbed his thighs, making him stop as he looked down at you. "Are you okay?" He moved himself away from you as you panted, finally being able to breathe for a moment.

"I wanted to talk," You let out softly as he groaned. "Seriously?! That's why you stopped?" His anger was bubbling as you swallowed; it hurt for a moment from the aggression your throat had felt just moments ago. "Yes, that's why I came over in the first place. You saying 'you loved my mouth' reminded me." Your voice was still quiet as he shook his head at you. "You're unbelievable," He groaned. "No, I'm not! I'm tired of coming over here and being used! I never say anything cause I don't want to lose the friendship we had when we first started!" You defended yourself. "Used?! You seem to be enjoying it just as much as I do." He scoffed. "Stop. I just wanted to fucking talk to Jungkook. I wanted to tell you I don't want this just to be sex. That's what it's been the last two times. I want a relationship."

You stayed calm as you spoke, watching him grab a pair of boxers. "Like last time?" He stared daggers into you, sending shivers down your spine. "Yes! That's all I have fucking wanted," You sounded exhausted as you spoke. "What don't you get?! I don't want that! You could've said that at the movies if that's how you truly felt. Fucking hell, Y/N," He was loud as you stared at him. "If you can't have an honest-to-God conversation with me, then I'm leaving," It was an open threat; you still wanted to talk with him and didn't think he would give in. "Go right ahead!" He barked.

You stared at him, not sure why you were surprised about his reaction. You weren't going to take it back, though. You walked out his door, slamming it behind you. Tears fell as you got into your car. "I'm so fucking stupid," You sniffed. Your hands hit the steering wheel as your body tense from the frustration of the situation you put yourself into again. You sat there, staring into space, calming down before you drove off.

Your argument must've scared him off as you didn't hear from him for almost a month. It still made you upset when you thought about him. He used to be so kind, and you would stay up for hours having conversations. Then, it suddenly turned into sex with him. You both got curious and let him take your virginity as you took his. Maybe that's why you were trying to hold onto him so close. You gave him something that you planned to keep. You trusted him enough to take it, expecting him to stay with you and take your friendship to the next level, but he clearly can't give you what you want anymore.

You checked your phone constantly, with empty hopes of him texting you to apologize. You felt shameful every time you checked. All wrapped up in your feelings, you didn't realize you were ignoring your friends until they texted you in the group chat.

Mina: Hey, are you okay, hun? We haven't heard from you in a bit.

Kyujin: If you want, we can come over, or you can just talk to us whenever you're ready. ❤️

Y/N: yeah, I'm okay. Jungkook and I officially ended it. It was just a big argument that happened, but it's fine. I'm sorry I haven't reached out.

Mina: I'm glad you're okay. We're always here for you, babes. I know it sucks, but trust me, it's for the better that it's over.

Kyujin: Dude was a dickhead. I'm happy you have him out of your life now, Y/N.

You laughed a bit at Kyujin's remarks. She always spoke her mind, which you loved about her. You knew she was the person you went to if you wanted honesty, and Mina was always there to comfort you.

Mina: Yeah, he was such a bitch. He was only horny and didn't care about feelings, which is so stupid of him. You're the sweetest person I know, Y/N, and he wasn't good enough to learn that.

You smiled to yourself at everything your friends had to say. You regret not telling them earlier, but you felt like you still needed some time to process it. It was actually over with Jungkook, which was something you weren't sure would happen. Everything was running smoother than the week that went in between last time. Your phone buzzed on your kitchen counter, and you picked it up.

Unknown number: Hey, I'm sorry for texting you like this out of nowhere. I really want to talk. I don't know if you'd want to meet up, but maybe you can call me? I just need to talk to you and actually explain my feelings. I'm really sorry.

You stared at the text, realizing it was Jungkook. You wanted to give in so desperately. Maybe for some better closure, and that's all. But that voice in your head kept telling you no. All you could think of was how disappointed your friends would be if they knew you were in contact with him again. You turned your phone over and walked to your bedroom. Every little thing you were trying to do wasn't enough of a distraction from Jungkook's sudden text. You wanted to be better than you were and not text him. You picked up your phone and stared at the message again.

Y/N: You can call me whenever you'd like. I'm not willing to meet up with you.

"Why did I do that?" You mumbled and sighed, not expecting him to call since it wasn't in person. He wouldn't have a chance to change the conversation into much more over the phone when you could hang up on him if he were being too much. Your phone buzzed, and you picked up. "Hello?" You answered as you heard Jungkook take a deep breath. "Hey, Y/N, I'm sorry to reach out so far after everything," You could hear the way he was pacing through his apartment. "What did you want to talk about?" You questioned him, wanting to get straight to the point. "I wanted to apologize for snapping at you. I should've told you then, but I just didn't consider a relationship with you. I have been thinking it over, though," He swallowed. "I would like to have a relationship with you, Y/N. If you're still willing," He cleared his throat as you stayed silent. He pulled his phone away from his ear and put it back. “Y/N?” He questioned.

"Yeah, sorry. Just processing," You swallowed. "Why have you suddenly changed your mind? Last time we spoke, you made it clear you only wanted sex." You held your forehead, rubbing your temples. Your heart felt torn hearing him finally say he did want to be with you. "I do like you, Y/N. I've just been too busy focusing on the fun and not feelings. I'm so sorry for how I've treated you." The sudden 180° change left you confused, and you took a deep breath. "Listen, Jungkook. I thank you for the apology. But that's all you'll get from me. I'm not going to put up with this back and forth. Today, you say you want to be in a relationship, but two weeks from now, you'll tell me you aren't interested at all." You pursed your lips together, trying to think of anything else you had to say.

"Please, Y/N, one chance. Let me make it up to you," He begged as you scoffed. "You've had two chances, Jungkook. I don't know how many more I can give you. You can try again in six months if you’re serious. You just can't have sex on your mind when you contact me next." You hung up and tossed your phone on the couch. It hurt to finally shut him down, especially when he sounded interested in something more with you. Tears slowly went down your face as you lay down in bed. "Thank god for closure," You mumbled before turning over.

5 months later

Even though it wasn’t a “break-up” breakup it took you a while to recuperate yourself. It was hard to move on from someone you spent years talking to. Even though it was one-sided he felt like your first love. Your friends kept pushing for you to get out more, encouraging you to speak to people they felt would be a good pairing for you.

You always told them you would reach out but you never did, it felt forced to you if you reached out after your friends begged you to. You wanted to find someone yourself. You made sure to leave your apartment often, just to go on walks and see what was around as businesses were opening left and right. That’s when you saw Hoseok just staging bouquets outside of his flower shop. You knew you had to introduce yourself. Hitting it off with him was easy. He took you out to dinner and always brought home custom bouquets of your favorite flowers for you. He was the man you’ve been dreaming of all these years. Even with all the heartbreak you put yourself through with Jungkook, you didn’t regret it if that was meant to happen for your path to Hoseok.

“Hey baby?” He called out to you. “Yes, my love?” You looked over at him as he fixed the sleeves on his buttoned linen shirt. “I have to stop by the shop, did you want to come with me? We could stop for a nice lunch too.” You nodded quickly and he smiled, watching as you changed into one of the many sundresses he’s bought you. He smiled, seeing you fix your necklace in the mirror and wrapped his arms around your back. “You’re so beautiful,” He cooed as you flushed.

You walked with him hand in hand to his store. “Y/N?” You heard that desperate voice and turned around. You realized it was Jungkook and turned back around. Hoseok noticed your reaction, leaning to whisper in your ear. “Who is that?” He questioned as you shook your head. “No one,” He raised an eyebrow at your answer, clearly not believing you. “Seriously hobi, it’s no one,” You smiled as he nodded,kissing your nose as Jungkook watched you walk away, realizing he actually let you go.

[xomakara]

Ranching Hearts

SUMMARY |  You're an overworked accountant with little time for a love life. Desperate for a break, you join your girlfriends on vacation at a dude ranch. Mingi, the handsome ranch owner is instantly attracted to you and vice versa. But Mingi is about to lose the ranch and everything he's worked for. Will you extend your stay to help him out?

PAIRINGS | Mingi x Reader

RATING | Mature, NSFW, EXPLICIT, MDNI, 18+

GENRE |  cowboy!Mingi, overworkedaccountant!Reader, smut, modern Western au, country/ranch life

CONTENT/WARNINGS | profanity/strong language, filthy dirty thoughts, unprotected sex (wrap it up ya’ll!), fingering, oral sex (both female/male receiving/giving), dirty talk, praise kink, pet names, vaginal penetration, creampies, shower sex, outdoor sex, sexual innuendoes

LENGTH | 16,907 words

TAGLIST | —

NETWORKS |  @illusionnet @cromernet @wonderlandnet @k-vanity @othersideoutlawsnetwork. @ksmutsociety

AUTHOR’S NOTE |  Hi hello. Thank you @aaagustd for the beautiful banner and thank you @kpopflowerfield for beta reading this! I really appreciate it💚 Show support by liking, commenting and reblogging. Love you all 💚

"Oh come on," Hyemi sighed, grabbing your arm and pulling you towards the van. "This trip won't be the same without you."

"You really need a break, Y/N," Jinhee muttered. "You're so overworked these days, and all that stress can't be healthy."

You pinched the bridge of your nose as the women clamored their agreements. Despite their arguments that it wouldn't be the same, they were all packed, ready to go, and stood around your luggage as you dithered. "Why a dude ranch?"

"Because we needed something in the middle, so everyone could get to it with ease," Bora said. "And we already paid in full, plus I saw some super hot photos of the cowboy who runs it."

“Cowboys? Seriously?” you asked, incredulous.

Jinhee tossed a magazine towards you. A six pack man filled the front page of it, and your brow furrowed at the photo. Something about the set-up felt artificial, and not only because the man was topless. His boots were pristine, not worn out like you expected. Was this guy actually a cowboy?

"Real life cowboys do not look like this," you announced.

“Have you ever met one?” Hyemi asked.

“Yes,” you replied.

"Seriously?" Hyemi leaned on your shoulder to look at the picture again. "You have been holding out on us! Have you—"

“I’m a country girl, did you forget?” you shook your head.

Bora hopped back onto the van, laughing as the other girls got in. "Tell us all the deets on the way there!"

"Oh, and Y/N?" Hyumi smirked and hit the van door twice to make sure you couldn't close it. "I put condoms in your bag, okay?"

"Maybe there's a hot cowboy, looking for someone to ride him instead of a horse." Hyemi cackled. "If you catch my drift."

"Can we please get going? I have no patience to listen to you guys go into a hyena-like laughing fit," you grumbled as your heart began to hammer away. The prospect of meeting a stranger—no, a possible lover was thrilling enough to make the argument to join them seem pointless now. With a sigh, you waved at Hyemi. "No promises, but I will come along and see what the place is like."

A squeal tore through the van and you cringed at the loud sound. As the chatter in the car began again, you couldn't keep the small smile off your face at the thought that maybe your vacation wouldn't suck. Maybe, just maybe, you'd find someone worth coming home to.

The road trip was filled with laughs and lots of chatter. Your fingers had scrolled through hundreds of articles by the time you arrived and pulled up in the long driveway of the ranch. The entrance to the farm was huge; large wooden signs pointed in different directions, denoting different barns, activities, and lodgings. In the distance was a house, which sat behind the largest barn and closest to the river you saw winding around the land. Your eyes widened at the view.

The air seemed purer, crisper, as though nothing from the city could touch such a remote place. Fresh grass coated the fields of the property, a stark difference to the worn and dull roads you passed as your taxi traveled from the main highways and smaller routes before it. Rolling hills gave the feel of being in a separate world; this place was idyllic, a hidden gem in a world of chaos.

Bora beamed, "This is fucking incredible. Look at the river!"

"Do you think people go fishing in it?" Jinhee asked. "Like, for fun?"

Hyemi smiled as she shook her head. "We can ask the man when we check in. Speaking of—" She grabbed the receipt from your hand and headed for the door. You didn't have time to follow or call out for her to stop, as a tall man appeared from the first barn.

His clothes were much different than the ones you'd seen in the photos in the magazine. A plain white shirt was tucked into well-worn and dusty jeans; black hat covered a mop of black hair and equally dark brown eyes looked over you in one sweep.

Your knees buckled when his gaze landed on you; was he as affected by the attraction as you felt? The tension in the air felt suffocating in its heaviness.

He had his hands pushed deep into his pockets as he watched the rest of your party empty from the vehicle and a light chuckle escaped his lips. "Ladies."

Hyemi took a few steps separating the two of you and held out her hand. "Hello, my name is Hyemi. This is our first time staying here. Are you Mingi?"

Mingi?

"Sure am," he drawled as you took in the deepness of his voice and his strong accent. His gaze moved between the four of you. "Is it just y'all here or do more folks drive down?"

"It's just us. But we heard about the dude ranch and it seemed like the perfect destination to escape the city for a bit and see the countryside. Y'know... uhm... horses, cowboys, nature, all that?" Hyemi asked with an eager expression.

A rumble left Mingi's lips as he fought a laugh. "Of course. Well, welcome to Sunflower Ranch. As your hosts, me and the other guys will provide anythin' ya need, be it horses for a trail or drinks and dancin'. We got plenty of stuff goin' on so if y'all would like to follow me, I'll bring y'all to the cabins."

Mingi reached into the van and removed some luggage with practiced ease and with one more glance at your figure, turned and gestured for the group to follow.

Hyemi smacked your shoulder, her voice hushed with awe. "He's checking you out."

Your own voice came out high-pitched and whiny as you walked to follow. "Who, Mingi?"

"Yes, obviously! He didn't give me or the others the same intense eye fuck as you did." Her eyes took a quick assessment. "Damn, maybe I should've bought some more sexy clothes."

Your heart hammered. "Don't you start—ugh, fuck—this whole weekend."

"Maybe we won't have to. Mingi looks like a man who eats pussy like—" Hyemi continued.

“Hyemi!” you scolded.

"Fine, fine. But I'm snagging the first cowboy that looks my way and it better be that hottie with the long luscious hair," Hyemi adjusted her outfit as she eyed a tall man coming your way to help with the luggage. "You can have Mingi. I'm gonna go and milk that tall drink of water and get a good ride while I'm here."

“You are insatiable,” you said, shaking your head.

"Ain't nothing wrong with enjoying yourself and having fun, Y/N. Maybe you should take a leaf out of my book and have a wild side while we're here. Fuck the stress," Hyemi laughed when your brows knit together in a scowl. You picked up the pace, aware of Hyemi giggling like a fool. It's a mystery how that girl managed to attract so many people when she can't keep her dirty little comments to herself.

You'll have to remind Hyemi not to go and make a joke like that in front of the employees of the ranch. The last thing you needed was to offend Mingi in any way or god forbid have her embarrass you further with her words, so you make a mental note and stick your earphones in. Hyemi will have a heyday of pointing out all the beautiful men on the ranch. At this moment, you can't deal.

As you and the others fall in behind Mingi, the closer proximity gives you a good chance to size him up. His large muscular frame was tightly confined in his clothing and damn did those jeans hug him in all the right places. Not a single thing you were complaining about. Your eyes fixed on that plump round behind, the thick muscles of his thighs and it was hard not to notice the long lengths of his legs. The guy was damn well hung. A blush bloomed over your cheeks when a snort of laughter escaped Hyemi. 

Caught red handed. 

How embarrassing.

"First time to a ranch?" The man with the long luscious hair asked, as he stepped in tune with Mingi. "I'm Seonghwa and I'm one of Mingi's many helpers. There's eight of us, including Mingi, that will be making sure ya ladies are well taken care of while on the premises."

Hyemi spoke first, taking a moment to flutter her long eyelashes. "That's good news, we want all of your help, right Y/N?" She nudges your side with an elbow and you nod slowly, pretending not to notice her sudden attraction for the taller man, which was borderline embarrassing, not to mention desperate. 

"Yes," you sigh. Hyemi pressed her body to your arm as her smile deepened. You side eye her, annoyed she was clearly up to mischief.

Seonghwa chuckled, "Whatever the ladies ask. Here we are. Y'all will be in the end cabin." 

Mingi pointed the building out, a row of four smaller structures of varying designs and sizes. "There is a bathroom that everyone shares since the one in the main house is being renovated right now. I would suggest you ladies shower in the mornings between seven to nine since the guys are usually in there in the early mornings."

"Noted," Jinhee nodded and clapped her hands.

"Just head on inside and we'll get your things settled," Seonghwa gestured to the open cabin doors and you and your friends began piling inside. The two men deposited your things inside and dusted their hands as they both exchanged nods.

A gasp fell from Jinhee as she took the building in. "Will you look at the lake! This view is incredible."

"Take a swim after dinner? Ladies night." Bora laughed.

"Are y'all interested in fishin'?" Seonghwa asked.

Hyemi smiled, her voice simpering. "Anything you'll teach me."

Your brow knitted as the flirting ensued. How anyone could do that so brazenly was baffling. If only you had such confidence... Then again, Hyemi wasn't one to get too attached. And given the look on Seonghwa's face, that wasn't going to be a problem here.

Once you get into the room you couldn't hold it in. "Damn, you're quick to pick."

"What?" Bora and Jinhee squealed and hurried to watch Hyemi.

“Seonghwa,” you said. “Looks like Hyemi made her choice already.” 

"Wow, we are literally five minutes in and you're already throwing yourself at a cowboy," Jinhee laughed.

"Am I a bad girl for wanting to ride him?" Hyemi sighs as she stares out the window, looking for Seonghwa.

"When are you a good girl?" You quipped.

“Never,” Hyemi giggled.

You sighed and ran your fingers through your hair. Hyemi could go for anyone here if she played her cards right. There's no shortage of people, and no shortage of looks on the ranch. "They did mention that there's six more of them running around."

Bora glanced out the window and nodded over to a handsome figure. "I bet he's one of them. Just look at those bulging muscles! Maybe he can throw me on his shoulders."

"He looks like he could pick anyone up and fuck them against the wall," Jinhee added as she stared out the window.

You let out an exasperated sigh. "God, I'm surrounded by a whole bunch of horny women."

The comment earns a laugh as you step outside. A slight breeze lifted the edges of your loose tee and cooled the skin that had already begun to warm beneath the sunlight. Taking a look around, your gaze focused on the large barn. Though it wasn't obvious what it contained, curiosity begged your feet to lead you toward the source of the loud voices and banging noises. As your steps led you close, the distinct sound of hooves caught your attention first.

Following it, the shadow of something massive and alive passed overhead and your gaze slowly tilted upwards. It took a few seconds for the creature to pass your gaze before it hit you. "Horses!"

"Big bastards, ain't they?" a deep voice said from behind you.

Jumping slightly, the soft laughter caught you off-guard and you turned, sheepishly meeting Mingi's gaze. "Sorry! I haven't seen one in years."

"Naw, not a problem, but why the interest?" He stepped in beside you, watching his hand move to adjust his hat. There was no denying the heat swirling inside, seeing this cowboy up close, smelling the mixture of sweat and spicy cologne was one hell of a rush and your head swam as the sensations washed over. Was he this beautiful and tall when you arrived? Maybe. Your head is full of lust filled thoughts, seeing him next to you in the bright midday sun just amplified the attraction tenfold.

Your words sounded faraway, even to your own ears. "Oh, uh... I-I grew up around horses."

"Really?" He tipped his chin and peered beneath the lip of his hat, those big brown eyes piercing and wide in wonder.

A spark flew inside, your stomach suddenly in knots. This guy had a pull, but you weren't sure if it was the charm and attraction or his expression, or the way his head tilted. "Uh, yeah. I grew up on a farm. Been a while, but I used to compete as a teenager."

“And here I thought y’all just came here to have a nice time away from home. Ya sure did surprise me,” Mingi chuckled.

You let out a small laugh. "My friends are city folk. I moved to the city for a job a few years back, but my family... They're all still in the countryside. Guess I missed it, even the early mornings and mucking out stables."

A chuckle rose. "Y'all wanna muck out the stables, just say. We can get it sorted out for ya. Free, too."

The way his dimpled grin warmed as you locked eyes made your cheeks heat up. "Maybe another time, if I'm up for it. Besides, I doubt my friends would enjoy it."

"Or just keep it our lil secret?" he winked.

You found it hard to break your stare away from his eyes. Something behind those pools of dark chocolate seemed to want to tell you something. A sense of ease lingered, you couldn't explain the calm you felt and the desire to be next to Mingi was hard to push away. Your tongue flicked to wet your dry lips and you smiled, "I'm sure we can work something out."

Mingi leaned back against the fence, watching the animals graze lazily in the green pasture. Your gaze followed and took in the other four horses. Some were big, some short with stubby legs. A couple had spots, another was entirely black, and the fourth horse was pure white and looked the biggest. The urge to stroke its neck tugged at you.

"Cute ones you have here," your smile broke the tension.

"Some are mules, and they're in need of some attention." His eyes went to the four mares and a hand came down, resting on your shoulder. "Ever ridden bareback?"

Your eyes widened.

"If the sight of horses excites yah so much, then what 'bout a nice ride? We could saddle the animals or..." The heat in his eyes was intense. "Maybe you're a daredevil and prefer it free. Up to you, darlin', I'm willing to oblige your needs. I'd give it to ya however yah wanted."

Words caught in your throat. "You want me... to ride... bareback?"

"However, you want, darlin'," he breathed as you inched closer. His other hand moved to touch your shoulder, giving you a brief rub before the same hand lowered to your hip.

Your breathing turned shallow, your knees weakening with each passing second. Heat seared the air around you, but you stayed where you stood, drawing courage to respond to the playful innuendo. "Okay, but if I break my leg, that's on you."

Mingi laughed and jerked his chin back towards the big barn. "I'm sure ya can handle this ride, darlin'. You said you've done this before. Now's a good time to refresh that knowledge, get to know the horses, and give them a workout. Think of it as the best type of warm up to really get you loose and warmed up."

A deep throb burned in your pussy.

Shit, had you gotten wet from some double meaning sex innuendos, and the suggestive smirk playing on Mingi's face made the butterflies swarm furiously in your belly. What the hell was happening to you right now? His finger pressed against your lower back, encouraging you to start walking toward the open doors of the barn and a gasp left your lips when you realized just how much the simple touch sent shivers throughout your body. You don't think you'd ever wanted to be touched so much before by someone.

Fuck... were you this desperate for a man that the simplest of touch would set you off?

"Picked the horse yet?" Mingi asked as your gaze landed on a massive black beast. Its tail flicked gently and a warm welcome flared in its eyes as Mingi led you over to the gate of its paddock. "I was thinkin' you should ride Raven here. He's a big bastard, but once you ride a stallion, any other horse becomes easy. How 'bout it?"

“H-huh?” you stuttered.

"Would ya like to ride a stallion?" He raised his brow, but a teasing smile played on his lips. His hands grabbed the rail of the pen as you walked through the gate and he leaned forward, bending a leg and resting it on the lowest bar. It should've been illegal to look that good when dressed for manual labor. "Have you ridden a stallion before?"

What kind of question was that? A million dirty ideas flooded your mind.

"It's been a few years, but I'd like to try one," your voice seemed huskier, low enough to get his attention, and Mingi lifted his chin, eyes scanning your face. A hitch of breath escaped him and you took it as encouragement, moving closer. He smirked, which only deepened his dimples. How easy it would've been to run your finger over each little dip on his face, but the act would be too bold, right? Too much for two strangers?

Yet he was inviting you to ride...

You moved over to the stallion, placing a hand against its nose as your fingers brushed against the coarse, yet soft hairs that made up its mane. Your lips pulled upwards when its head moved close to your body and leaned against it, eliciting a soft, nicker sound. "Hey, gorgeous."

Mingi opened his mouth but his words died when he caught your expression, noting the smile you were wearing. Damn, did you look good as you stood, hand petting his stallion, talking softly and exchanging pleasantries with the big creature.

As you interacted with his horse, the thought of him going behind and sliding his hands around your waist to steady the movement or hold you upright flashed, sending the blood to pool below. It took a conscious effort not to lick his lips, but damn it all to hell, was his mouth dry with the imagination running through his mind. "Do you... need help getting up, miss?"

You glanced at him. "I think I can manage."

Moving closer, he let his hands hang in a relaxed way at his side, hoping the thick material of his jeans hid the growing bulge. What the fuck were you doing to him so fast? He barely knew you, didn't know much beyond your name, yet his mind was in turmoil; he had never had such a physical reaction so quick, and for a woman to affect him in the ways you did wasn't helping his growing problem.

Said problem seemed to have a mind of its own, not to mention a penchant for ignoring the current issue.

You swung a leg over the back of his horse and he inhaled sharply. Oh, dear, sweet hell... how badly he wanted to see your thighs spread for something else entirely. To get between and taste you, bury his tongue against those smooth folds until your sweet sounds are lost to the wind.

Mingi bit his lip and offered you the reins as his mind imagined its way into an improper fantasy. Those damned city girl shorts you had on showed too much of your perfect plump ass. Nowhere near proper attire for riding a horse bareback or sitting in the saddle. That ass needed something thick and stiff to sink into, to take a punishing ride. The feeling of you on top was going to kill him.

"Good?" Mingi asked as he watched you settle onto the horse's back.

You grinned, eyes crinkling from the smile.

That was a look he'd not forget anytime soon, especially given the situation down south, which was ready to burst his seams if he was still thinking in those terms. When was the last time he felt so inclined? Never.

"A lot harder without a saddle, but it feels good," the smile is real, one that touches your eyes and makes him burn with curiosity. "I missed this feeling of being on a horse."

Mingi nodded. "I bet you did."

You couldn't help but stare at Mingi as you watched him converse and talk in a fluid manner with one of the men named Yunho, a very tall and attractive man with brown hair. You were sitting with the other girls at one of the benches waiting for dinner and there were lots of conversations. Jongho, one of the more quiet ranch hands, had served a bowl of steaming hot vegetable soup and bread to your table. The smell of the cooked carrots, onions and green peppers were all mixed in nicely with the savory taste of the broth. A bottle of ice cold water was placed next to you as well, it felt like a fancy restaurant serving amazing food. The bread was fresh and homemade, you noticed from the breadcrumbs when you bit down.

But you weren't talking, just admiring the view of a handsome tall and masculine cowboy. You took a gulp of your water and cleared your throat. The flutters came in as you looked back at him, not wanting to be obvious in your staring. But that didn't seem to go unnoticed as Bora tapped you with an elbow to your rib. You looked back and narrowed your eyes at her as she took a slurping spoonful of soup and giggled at the sound.

"So you were spending the whole time riding horses, huh?" Jinhee started and gave a quizzical smile to you.

“I... felt a little inspired today,” you said, trying to keep your voice even. “Mingi knows how much I enjoyed it, though. And it was fun. I haven't had a workout like that in a while.”

Hyemi looked up and glanced at you from her spoon of soup, her eyebrows scrunching, a face only for you and she returned to the spoonful of broth. "We are talking about the horses, right?"

"Hyemi," you whined out her name in annoyance, brows dropping in the center in a scowl, only for Hyemi to return a smug smile as she sips her spoon again.

"The first day's been wild," Bora spoke again and wiped the corner of her lips with a tissue as she chewed on the chunk of bread she cut off from the roll and chewed a bit.

You took a sip of water, happy at the sudden topic change. There's no telling what else your friends have to say or rather what they might assume. It isn't like you were expecting anything from Mingi. You were here to have a good time with the girls. That was your motto and motto only, no other reasoning or implications was to be associated, and certainly no fantasizing, so why would it cross their minds otherwise?

You smiled again and placed a napkin in your lap. "Thanks for dragging me out to come here. This reminds me of home. I didn't realize how much I was craving that country air until right now. Makes the food even better."

"Is the country girl happy?" Hyemi teased.

"Are you city girls happy?" You countered with an equally joking response.

"So, um, which one do you girls wanna choose tomorrow?" Jinhee asked and scooted her chair closer. "Ride the trails, fishing, hiking? I'm dying for some adventure here. I need more than the pasture, and these mountains look lovely. I wanna feel the dirt beneath my feet, wading through a shallow river."

"Oh," Bora responded with the sound coming from the back of her throat. "That sounds heavenly. Hey, Seonghwa!"

He paused his steps, glass and jug of tea in hand. "Yes?"

“Can you find a good trail for us to hike tomorrow? And a river with calm water for us to wade through?” Bora asked. “Jinhee really wants a thrill while we're here.”

Seonghwa nodded with a deep chuckle and made a step back towards the cabin to gather a list of activities for the four ladies. "San and Wooyoung are available, I'm sure they'd show y'all to the good spots."

Bora laughed, her voice catching the cowboy's attention. "Let's do the works tomorrow, shall we? Ride the horses, fish, cook the fish, then hike and play in a river. All that good stuff. Hyemi, you in?"

Hyemi smiled, that cat-like smile in place that revealed her dimples on the one cheek and nodded. "Yup, I'm in. "

“Y/N, what about you?” Bora asked.

You purse your lips as you think about it. "I was thinking about getting my hands dirty and mucking the stables."

Your girlfriends stare at you as if you'd gone bonkers. Even Hyemi gave you a hard stare, almost as if trying to figure out where the fuck that idea came from.

Bora had a perplexed look on her face, the wrinkling in the corners of her brow apparent. "You're actually going to do that? With those hands? You're actually willing to break a nail?"

"Yeah... Why not?" You said. "I used to do that all the time back home."

Hyemi sighed as a strand of hair blew across her face with the breeze, a sight that should have distracted anyone else. "Don't you wanna play with the sexy cowboys? Jinhee here is already eyeballing one named Wooyoung." 

You shook your head. "It's fine. Really."

"Will you muck stalls every single day while we're here?" Bora questioned.

"Of course not, don't worry," You patted the top of her shoulder.

"I guess you can't take the country out of the girl," Jinhee jokes.

"It's only for one day," your friends still looked unconvinced. "I just wanna muck a stable."

"Or, ride another horse," Hyemi quipped under her breath with a tiny giggle.

You rolled your eyes and picked up the remaining chunks of your bread, taking it as a chance to leave. "And I'm heading off. Good night, you three. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"Yes, mother dearest," Jinhee hollered.

You picked at the bread piece and swiped it, tossing the remnants into a nearby garbage. One by one you stepped into your sleeping quarters and began gathering a set of sleepwear and clean underwear, before padding toward the shared bathroom, determined not to be distracted by the languid caress of cool breezes that wafted gently over your bare arms and shoulders.

An evening shower was calling your name.

Stripping the dirty garments off and tossing them aside in a hamper, your hands found the water dial, turning on the warmth as steam clouded the mirror. You stepped in with an exhale, sighing out loudly. Fuck, a bath or shower was always a welcome break. The warm water relaxed and softened skin, easing sore muscles, and that was a welcoming feeling after the long afternoon horseback riding session.

Warm streams coursed down your body. Soothing sensations coated the entirety of your flesh. The feeling of fingers in your scalp, massaging shampoo in and the heady fragrance of honey-vanilla filled the room as you ran your conditioner covered hair through a comb. After letting the conditioner marinate into your hair strands for a while, you rinsed it clean and turned off the water, wiping down your hands, face and hair as you squeezed out excess water, standing naked as the last drops ran down the drain.

The door to the shared bathroom flew open.

"Shit," you shouted as you wrapped a large, clean towel around your wet body, glancing around to catch a shirtless Mingi. His cheeks turned beet red as his gaze averted out the window as he rubbed a hand over his mouth.

He shook his head. "Sorry, didn't think you'd...I didn't think anyone else would be up this late to shower."

You're eyeing him and he's eyeing you back, in fact, his eyes were eating you up. There was no denying how you enjoyed the hungry look in his eyes as they drifted along your wet curves, and you felt like the moment was to keep him busy and allow him to look his fill. "I just wanted a late night shower after all that riding."

“Don’t let me get in your way,” Mingi said. “I can go later, s'fine.”

You grabbed his wrist to stop him, pulling him back inside the bathroom and closing the door behind him and locking it. The tug made him move forward toward you and the end result was his muscled chest against your covered breasts, nipples protruding and rubbing against the hard muscles. You wanted to keep him and his perfect physique close, feeling his hard and chiseled edges press up against your body.

His expression seemed flustered.

"Join me," you said with a quick lick of your lips, sending him a seductive gaze and hoping that his brain was able to grasp the meaning behind that. "Or rather..."

A finger curled around the strap of your towel and gently pulled downwards, releasing the hold and leaving the fabric on the floor. Mingi's breath hitch and his lips parted. You leaned up as he dipped his head and met your lips, crushing against them softly, savoring the connection and the kiss. Your naked chest pressed against his own naked chest and his hands skimmed down your sides until he's gripping and pushing a thigh in between your legs, leaving your dripping cunt wide and open against his denim-clad thigh.

Your skin erupted into goosebumps and a soft moan slipped out of you when his lips connected to your throat and your teeth nipped playfully. A hand snaked downwards toward the growing erection pushing insistently against his jeans and Mingi growled into your skin as your palm pushed down slowly. The feel of that firm member, twitching beneath the constriction made your toes curl with the realization. You wanted that big dick in you now, wanted to get stretched open until you were stuffed to the brim with his cock.

But first things first.

With nimble fingers, you undid the front buckle, working on his belt and tugging the jean fabric down. The brush of Mingi's lips came off your throat and landed on the shell of your ear. His heavy breathing was a symphony. A sensational noise you'd wanted to hear.

"Damn, woman..." he husked and the roughness in his baritone made you shiver. "Need me that bad, don't you?"

"You were the one who said that you'd give it to me however I wanted," you said and felt the heat rush to your core as a pair of calloused hands clasped around your ass cheeks.

"I meant for ridin' horses," he was guiding your body backwards until your lower back hit the smooth surface of the bathroom counter and hoisted you up to sit on it. "And didn't imagine in my head that you'd make it dirty."

"That's what you say, cowboy," you placed a kiss to the edge of his mouth. The hands squeezing at your plush flesh was intoxicating.

His fingers slid upward along your sides, until those thick digits traced the curve of your waist and a single thumb reached up and brushed the edge of your supple breast. You're rewarded with a moan escaping your throat as his thumb found a hardened nub and twiddled, eliciting a string of heated moans as you closed your eyes in pleasure. You relished his touch as it moved back down to your thighs and he parted your legs, those talented fingers dipping low as the tips teased and pressed lightly at your sex. "So how do yah wanna get it, darlin'?"

"Surprise me," you replied, but Mingi didn't waste time as his strong, broad shoulders pried open your thighs. He gripped the fleshiness, fingertips digging as your stomach lurched in anticipation. What's he planning on doing? The cowboy dropped to his knees with a thud as you watched.

"Move backwards a little," he said in a gravely tone, not hesitating as you spread yourself before him, angling your body up and raising a leg over his shoulder to give the man better access. "Just relax and let me do my magic."

Watching the man on his knees, spreading you wide was such an erotic sight. His expression held lust and hunger and you felt a swell in your chest, aching to be touched and nibbled and licked at by Mingi's tongue. Then a palm presses to the inner-meaty of your thigh, nails softly digging.

His mouth is on you then, licking along the slit. The swipes tease and taunt you, making you throb for more attention. You want to fuck his face. How lovely and filthy a sight. That thick tongue swirling around the sensitive spot sends sparks to fly and dance throughout the room, soaking your inner folds. It's divine, indescribable even, what he's doing to you, and his skilled ministrations had your head falling back in bliss.

His thumb finds a pert nipple again and lightly grazes over it, massaging it slowly in small circles. There's a slight pressure as his middle finger travels between the inner lips, the cold feeling making you gasp and want to contract against his digits, wanting them deeper inside of you. "Holy shit, Mingi."

“Do you want me to keep going?” Mingi asked.

"Please," the word is more of a purr than a statement, and the sensation has you wrapping both thighs around his neck. The fingers curl and press right against that bundle of nerves, making your body erupt into a fit of moans. Then his mouth is back on your center, adding to the delicious teasing from his tongue and your toes are curling as you press the backs of your legs into him.

And you're lifting your body slightly upwards as if encouraging him further to work deeper into that spot. There's an almost growl emitting from him when you wiggle your hips and you swear there's a grin that appeared against your soaked sex. Mingi is fucking smirking, eating your juices like a damn meal.

“Gods, yes...” you moaned.

"Fucking delicious," he muttered against the folds, and when his other hand grips your ass to bring your pussy closer, you throw your head back and close your eyes, one hand gripping onto the counter top and the other finding a home in Mingi's dark hair. Your nails lightly tug at the locks, and you're rewarded with a groan against the hot, wet heat between your thighs.

"Shit, that's good," your walls clenched tighter around his fingers as he increased the pace. He works faster, sucking and nipping as the walls clamp down harder with each motion and sensation. There's a desperate tug now in your clit, pulling tighter. He's not only sending you spiraling closer and closer, he's edging you to your climax. "Fuck, that's perfect."

"Cum for me, darlin'. Cum on my mouth. It'll make my job that much easier." Mingi moans against your heat.

Oh, lord...

You shuddered and twitched as his fingers thrusting inside the pulsing, twitching sex made it harder to breathe and focus on his words. Your back arched in response and your body jerked violently in a trembling motion as that sensitive pearl continued to be manipulated by Mingi's experienced thumb, sliding slowly over the folds.

"That's it," he says softly and that's it, the coil bursts and unravels, flooding your whole system with relief and release. The tension evaporated. You came hard on Mingi's lips. So hard your walls clamped around his tongue and his digits as a few drops squirt out of your entrance and down your thighs, covering his wrist as he worked you through the orgasmic pleasure and high.

When the grip of your legs loosen and his arm retreats back to his side, you glance downwards and see the smirk forming on his lips. They glisten, plump and swollen from eating you out, but you reach a hand out and pull him towards your face and lock lips, your mouth finding his own, tasting the leftover mixture of his saliva and your nectar. A mixture which has you wanting to moan.

"We're not finished, cowboy," you whispered against his lips as you reached forward and gripped his now aching hard on in your hand, watching him squirm and writhe as his dick throbbed in response to your touch.

"Woman, I've been dying to be in since you rode that stallion." Mingi admitted.

You grinned. "Dying you say?"

"Fucking hard, and ready. Ready to be mounted by you," he grunted as you palmed the long length, applying the perfect amount of pressure to bring the cowboy pleasure. "Riding a stallion's one thing. Now you wanna ride something else."

Your heart stuttered in its beats as you replied with an answer. "Always."

Mingi chuckled, unlocking the door. "Let's save the rest for later, hmm? No point gettin' started on the main course, while the other guys are in the vicinity. Though I might wanna suggest taking this little show out of the bathroom next time, and doin' it in my bedroom, somewhere more private and quiet."

Your cheeks reddened and you bit back a tiny smile. "Maybe I'm okay with that. Being alone and having no prying eyes."

Mingi nodded, leaning in towards your mouth, grabbing the back of your head and tilting your chin up. He pecked a couple of small kisses to the edge of your lips, placing a finger along the top of your chin. "We have all week, darlin', don't worry. We have lots of time. Plus, I know exactly where to put a nice little hickey, so no one will see."

Hearing that and imagining that, made you shudder. You released a sigh as he kissed you, tasting remnants of your sweetness along the upper lip, his eyes twinkling. A single hand glided through your damp tresses and came up along your jawline as the kisses became deeper, exploring his mouth.

You could kiss him all night. But at the mention of 'week' it occurred to you that you'd spend every other night for the following seven days getting your fill of Mingi's dick. Couldn't have anything more perfect than that.

Mingi grinned.

And when he did, you melted.

Fuck the damn man-eater.

With your friends hiking the trails and Mingi tending to some of the work around the ranch, you find yourself somehow in his office trying to make some sense out of the paper mountain on his desk, after Seonghwa and San had warned about Mingi's flair for letting everything pile up for too long. You didn't mean to be in here, it's your vacation after all, but you needed a quiet place to escape to answer a few phone calls and emails.

When you stepped into the room with your tablet under your arm and some of your own work documents for reference and in search of a table, you didn't anticipate getting yourself involved and wrapped into Mingi's paperwork. Mingi found you in a flurry of folders and documents scattered across the office floor, filing cabinet drawers flung open as you frantically looked over receipts, trying to piece the puzzle together.

“Y/N, why are ya in here?” Mingi asked.

You raised your head and offered a sympathetic look. "Mingi, hi. I wanted to help."

“Ya know, you are a guest here. Ya didn't have to do that, none of this stuff, and my messy stack of papers ain't yer concern. You should be spending your vacation out riding horses with the others or soakin' in the hot springs,” Mingi said.

You bit your lower lip. "I couldn't stop looking, and it felt important. As an overworked accountant with absolutely no time for a social life, and therefore not dating anyone, and hence the reason I'm here for the week, this felt important. Maybe I could help."

Mingi watched carefully. "Help with what exactly?"

Your expression softened, though you tried to remain neutral. "Help with the muckstacks of financial records, the expense records, invoices and ledgers. I want to help."

"Look darlin', you don't have to," his hands pushed down on his jeans as he adjusted his stance. You wanted to look elsewhere, anywhere, at something besides the tight material pulling at Mingi's muscles and thighs and cock.

He had his full attention fixed on your face. It wasn't going to do you any good. There'd been enough interaction and temptation between the both of you as it was. "It's fine, just let me have a few moments and I'll take care of the mess later. Why are these files in so much disarray?"

He looked up in the air as if in deep thought. "These were put together and sorted by Jongho, one of the employees around the ranch and well, that guy's not good with math or anythin' related to the ranch's financial stuff."

You scanned around the cluttered office. "Well, at least his intentions were noble and I think we'll have some fun sorting this out later."

"Fun?" Mingi laughed.

You sighed. "All work and no play makes for a very, very dull girl. Besides, my friends are going to be gone for a while. And I might as well do something while they're gone hiking."

“Hiking? Why didn't ya go along?” Mingi asked.

"I prefer the company of the horses and other ranch activities," you said. "You can take the girl out of the country but you can't take the country out of the girl."

His grin had returned, lighting up his face. "They headed off with San and Wooyoung, or who knows, one or two more people might come down to help later. I'm guessing they'll be back around evening for some campfire activities."

"Guess that's something to look forward to," you said.

You brushed your thumb along the edge of the stack. A page had slid out and you picked it up, frowning at it.

"What is it?" Mingi asked.

"How has the ranch been doing financially? Your ranch has a nice reputation with its clientele and your reviews speak volume," you answered. "And yet these numbers, some of your expenditures here, show some discrepancies."

"A little money trouble," he answered with a shrug.

You furrowed your brow, turning to the calculator and scribbling some quick numbers, before jotting them down on a small notepad. Mingi is now hovering, watching you work as if mesmerized.

"Okay, these expenses are adding up, you've been a little irresponsible with some purchases but overall this should still leave your profits over what you're actually projected. So this money must have gone missing somewhere along the line, I'm guessing in payroll," you explained.

He's impressed.

"You can see that in such a quick manner and those pages I handed ya? No way..." He laughs then and you're taken aback. There's something boyish, gentle in the gesture and in that laugh. He's sexy, he's charming, and now this cowboy is full-on boyish and you find it undeniably alluring.

Damn it, you want him so bad.

You return his smile.

Mingi cleared his throat, a blush working up his neck and coloring his skin a dusty pink. "Darlin', you're amazing. S'much appreciated, and thank ya, i'd love your help."

"Of course," you replied and started sifting through the stack of papers, plucking some up here and there.

He had no clue as to why you'd even offer, when you were already taking time out of your vacation and then here you are doing his bookkeeping as well. "What made ya come on a week long horseback adventure in the first place?"

"I was persuaded by some of my friends," you responded. "They told me that they wanted me to tag along, that I needed to spend time away from my stressful and dead-end job. That I had spent too much time being a hermit and wanted to bring me on a nice trip to relax."

"No boyfriend to drag along or some such? A pretty thing like you not havin' someone special around makes me a little suspicious, honey. How many hearts have ya broken along the way with yer beauty?" Mingi asks.

You snorted and shook your head at the suggestion and shot him an incredulous look. "What about you, cowboy? Why don't you have a girl of your own, Mingi? I find that surprising. Seems like you would be scooping ladies up off the ground wherever you went."

He laughed. The sound is charming and a little intimidating. "Just haven't found a gal quite perfect for me. Guess I gotta be lookin' a little longer then."

You flashed him a half smile and went back to work, moving onto a small stack of receipts, jotting down things, calculating, and comparing numbers.

"Hey, mind if I stay in here a little while to watch you work? Yah know, keep you company and all," Mingi questioned.

You shook your head. "Don't bother me at all. I really appreciate the company."

So, as you began to scatter the papers all over the surface of the large table and organized a system, Mingi dropped himself down into a nearby chair and began observing your working and sorting, paying attention to what you were doing and trying to learn, much to your amusement.

Watching you at work was impressive as hell, and it didn't take you much time to notice the fact that his eyes never wandered. In fact, they seemed locked.

Mingi may not have been an educated guy, not in the books like you, but he was focused, you could tell. Mingi is driven. When he's on something, nothing comes between him and it until the job is complete. Right now, it's his ranch and what he wants. You have to admit, he's dedicated to what he wants, he wants his dream alive and well, and here you are.

At some point, you'd gotten lost in your numbers that you'd forgotten Mingi was there. Not until a large hand gently touched your backside.

"Why don't ya take a break from work and come outside with me," he'd suggested.

You're still startled from the small touch but not repulsed by it. A little tickled pink. "What for?"

He smiled and shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know, horse ridin', feedin' the animals. I'll let ya hold the baby chickens if ya promise to not run away with one, steal it and smuggle it to the city."

You tried to control the laughter but you failed, letting the bubbling up come through. "That wouldn't be very bright, I live in an apartment."

"Guess not then," he said.

You let out a small stretch. "But you know what, how do I say no? I would love to go riding with you."

The corners of his lips curved up a bit as you set down your pencil. You glanced outside toward the setting sun. What the hell, a change of pace was going to be interesting. You stood up from the small office table, where you'd been organizing and taking stock of inventory. "Lead the way, Mr Song."

"O' course," he said and made sure you were behind him, to follow him to the stables. "After yah, Miss L/N."

You both headed out towards the barns to catch a few more hours of daylight. You weren't expecting the view, watching Mingi trot out of the stall on his own personal horse, leading another towards your direction.

Your breath hitched.

Okay, sure you told the girls that cowboys don't exactly look like the men in the magazine because you know cowboys, you've met your fair share of cowboys before. Dated a few even. The picture of the cowboys didn't even come close to how beautiful this man in front of you truly was. He's gorgeous, simply and utterly breathtaking and you couldn't look away if you tried.

“You still with us?” Mingi asked.

Hearing him say that and knowing he's still on earth with you brought a rush of heat to your cheeks. Oh fuck... "Um, yes. Sorry, spaced out for a moment there. It's the accounting."

He flashed you an easy grin. "Take a break from those numbers, darlin' and come along with me. No point in being surrounded by such paper piles when you have something better to look at right in front of you. Ya'll have all week."

You let out a laugh as you swung your legs over and mounted the horse. Once you're situated with your balance and grip on the reins, you begin leading the stallion on the outskirts and just outside the property where you're able to view the vast space surrounding the barn and the ranch.

Mingi let himself have a big wide smile. He watched as you expertly climbed on the back of the horse, positioning yourself and getting into the saddle and not missing a beat. Sure there were other women that would throw themselves at him during their stay at the ranch, but all those women only wanted him for the view. For the image of a hot cowboy with abs and the talent on the rodeo. But not this girl. 

Not you.

You didn't come to the dude ranch just to make eye contact with him. You'd been riding the horses since a young age. You were the kind that liked nature and didn't wear high heels, didn't do anything extravagant or try to impress him with fancy and glamor. And that's the kind of woman that captured his attention, that could probably have him falling. He couldn't deny the attraction he felt for you. He was losing it, falling fast and there was absolutely no point in trying to stop it.

That was it for him. He was a damn goner. You were it.

“Darlin’?” Mingi called.

The wind pulled the words away, leaving you barely hearing what he's saying to you, and it's nice, so lovely, to hear his voice out here, where you're just enjoying nature and not buried into sheets of documents and numbers.

“Yeah, Mingi,” you replied.

“How 'bout a friendly race?” Mingi asked. 

A friendly race. He's asking you for a challenge. You lifted your brow and the corners of your lips raised. With his horse he can have an unfair advantage. After all, you didn't expect him to come saddling out behind you with his own horse. A big grin appeared on his face, while he had your stomach dropping. His features looked rugged under that damn hat of his and he's just got that dangerous sort of glint in his dark eyes. You shivered with thoughts, all the wicked and filthy images coming to mind.

“I thought you might go easier on a guest of yours,” you said.

“But I never had a guest who knew her way around a horse,” Mingi replied.

"True," you replied, gripping the leather saddle beneath you, the old material coarse against your palms.

Mingi narrowed his eyes. "So? Do ya accept then? I got a price of some sort for ya if ya win."

Your eyes sparkled at the challenge and you took a deep breath, clearing your thoughts. Your attention returned to Mingi. "And what is that, if I win?"

He raised his chin up, licking the edge of his lower lip. "Name the reward then. Whadda you say? Come on darlin', lemme get an answer from yah. Put me out of my damn misery."

Your chest flutters at the last word and at that hopeful expression in Mingi's eyes. What could a nice race possibly give you as a prize? Anything would be worth it. "Okay, Mingi, if I win the race, you have to do something for me."

“Like?” Mingi asked.

You were both traveling slowly across the landscape, both keeping your respective horses on a short reign so as to not gallop away too quickly.

“An exclusive date with the handsome cowboy who owns the ranch,” you said.

You watched him swallow as you proposed the suggestion. "Just that then? I'm a lucky bastard, I'd be thrilled if I win. Then I'd get a date with a girl as pretty as you. Winning a kiss, holding your hand for a single day could be nice."

The warm flush works its way down your neck and settles below your throat. You shift in the saddle, watching his head as he turns to focus on the ranch and the landscape in front of you. A white cap has now settled itself and a tiny breeze drifted around you both.

"And you?" you asked, your gaze falling back toward him, observing how the horse moved beside yours, watching how he adjusted his hands against the leather bridle.

"And I what, darlin'?" he asked, leaning forward and you notice his upper arm muscle bulging from under his shirt sleeves. He's staring forward and now you can see a pair of gray-blue eyes focused.

“Well, what's your end of the bet? What is the prize to you?” you asked.

You.

You reached a river flowing gently across the landscape, watching the currents change with every slight turn of the horse you're sitting on top. Beside you, Mingi adjusts his hat on his head as he leaned back in the saddle.

"Guess ya won this one," he said quietly.

You pull the reins and lead the horse around, coming face to face with Mingi. The both of you had dismounted and led the horses to the riverside, giving them a moment to feed on the fresh grass. The stallion is kneeling down near Mingi's horse, tearing the green shoots up and chewing the sweet tender grass blades.

"Better luck next time, cowboy," you patted the horse. "Now, don't we have a little business we need to attend to?"

Mingi, red in the cheeks and feeling warm all over, nods. "Ya won."

“That means the winner gets her prize. How about right now? Just you and me,” you purred.

"Sweetheart, there's nothing but the river and these fields," he smirked and lifted his hands. "What do you plan on doing here?"

"Showing you a little something," you murmured, your fingers grasping the hem of your shirt. Mingi's eyes grow wider as he watches you lift off the white cotton shirt to reveal a pretty blue lace bralette.

"Let's finish what we started the night in the shower," you muttered as you dropped to your knees, your hands grasping the leather belt on the front of his jeans. "Is that okay? Don't you want me to?"

"I do, sweetheart. I do," Mingi let out. "But you deserve to be in the comforts of a bed, not out here on the grass. Are you sure?"

“Mingi, right now, on this field or in the middle of that cold shower, it doesn't matter,” you said. “Right here, just us, as long as we're together is where I want this.”

"Then so it'll be," he says with a smirk. He walks to his horse and pulls out a thin blanket from one of the side pouches, draping it over the ground. "I don't want you to get dirty, and the grass is prickly."

Your hands had undid his pants, freeing his thick length from the fabric confinements and watched as his cock had already started growing. The warmth of his hardness against your palm. "I bet you fucked plenty of girls out in the open if you had a blanket ready."

Mingi laughed, but there wasn't humor in it, as you began stroking up and down his shaft. "Not as many as you're thinkin' sweetheart. I only have it on the days I'm riding out at night and sleeping out under the stars."

"Yeah?" you muttered, dragging his pants further down his legs. You glanced back at him and he's now  unbuttoning his shirt, letting it slide off.

"Yeah," Mingi answered, then stepped out of his jeans and tossed them on his boots. "Open up those pretty lips, darlin' and take me deep."

"You don't have to tell me twice," you grinned and inched closer to his crotch, guiding your tongue along his length.

Your soft wet tongue glides against his shaft. Mingi's not quite prepared and so you open wide as you suck him down, listening to him gasp when you bob down and back up again and begin sucking harder and harder, taking a few inches further in.

Your tongue swirled at the tip before you dove right back onto his thick cock, stretching your lips to accommodate his size, feeling him press back toward your throat and you swallow, letting it tickle down into your throat. He's already filling your mouth so well with just a taste.

"Good girl, just like that," he grunts and strokes your hair, using it as an anchor, tangling his fingers and weaving it through as you sucked his entire length. "Let me see those beautiful eyes."

And he's watching you now, his gorgeous brown eyes as they stay glued to your face, meeting his lusty gaze. That familiar hunger had come back, so intense, making you weak to the bones. You've been with plenty of men, plenty of cowboys, and none have ever had the same effect, have taken hold of you so fast like this.

"Such a filthy girl, your lips look amazing around my thick cock," Mingi is beautiful above you. His eyes shuttering close, his head falling back, lips parting in a groan.

When he opened his eyes again, they were darker. As he continues to rock in and out, he makes a low sound and places a large hand on the back of your head, his fingers digging in tight. He's pulsating in your mouth and you can feel his thickness throbbing, that thick head forcing its way back against your throat.

"Ah fuck. Darlin'... fuck, baby, that's good, too damn good," his voice groans.

You pull back, relaxing your throat and give yourself a moment of relief to catch your breath. You're using the opportunity to continue jerking and slicking your hand. Saliva and pre cum was spilling on your skin, creating a slippery friction.

You stared down at your hand, your fist moving in a pumping motion against Mingi's thick, wet cock. There's a bit more slickness at the tip, pre-cum dribbling down, running in a steady stream over his length. Mingi grasps your jaw. You have to tilt your head.

"Don't think you're done yet, pretty baby," Mingi reaches for the waistband of your shorts and pulls it down, then guides his fingers to slip inside of your panties and move them over. 

"Fuck," Mingi muttered. He can feel the warm juices spilling out of your soaked and sticky slit. He plays at your entrance, just teasing it before slipping his finger into you. You clenched tight and he smiled down at you, moving in a quick circular motion and back out. His hands move to pull the lace down further, revealing his glistening wet fingers, that's coated with your essence. He smirks, his expression dripping with filth. He licks them. 

"Darlin', there's something I gotta ask," Mingi's voice is deep and raw, filled with desire, and oh he can barely keep himself contained, wanting to dive into you and bring you to pleasure again. "Ever ridden a cowboy before?"

You rolled your eyes and smirked, biting down on your lower lip. "Maybe," you admitted, arching an eyebrow at him.

"Mm hmm," Mingi slid his pants the rest of the way off and took you by the wrist. He sits back on the blanket, his erection sticking up, angry and stiff, curving almost perfectly as he relaxes against the flannel material. He pats his thigh, a smirk working across his lips. "Come and mount me, cowgirl. Saddle on up."

With a smile, you position yourself over Mingi's thick cock, slowly sinking down inch by inch until you have the entirety of his shaft, stuffed inside. A delicious moan slipped out of you. It was just as full and stretched as it felt during the night at the shower. His girth split you and you're nearly shuddering with how the heat throbs between your legs. You're clenching against his thick length and it feels incredible. "Oh my god... Mingi, it's..."

"Gonna be a bouncy ride. Don't worry sweetheart, I'll hold you tight, trust me," he grinned at you, sliding his large hand across your ass cheek and grasping it, palming at the supple curve.

"Yessss..." you drawled out a moan and the moment you start moving, feeling him glide in and out of your slick passage. The ripples of pleasure began to ripple from the bottom of your toes and run all through. "Shit, you're gonna ruin me for anyone else. Mingi, god, this thick dick is gonna wreck me."

He licked his lower lip, thrusting up, pushing his hips and following you. "Feel good? Tell me, I wanna hear, tell me just how you feel, darlin'. Take all of this big fat cock you can get."

You leaned back, reaching your arms up to get a nice grip on Mingi's muscled shoulders. It was easy to steady your pace, his girth sinking into your warmth with his constant upward strokes. It was different, doing the motions in reverse, having a view of the man before you while still seeing his perfect cock slip in and out of you.

"This what ya needed, honey? Say my name," Mingi's voice is gruff and sultry, as you bounce your cunt against his cock, causing wet skin sounds that could be heard with every smack of his thighs meeting yours. His dark, piercing stare remained on you, focusing in, paying attention to the little details, especially every inch of exposed skin, everything that could send pleasure through your body.

"Fuck, it feels amazing," you whispered against his ear and sank your teeth on the skin of his earlobe. He grasped your ass and yanked you towards him, ramming his cock inside of you. "Yes, fuck, I love how good this is. It's going to ruin me, but damn, I don't even want it to stop."

A deep chuckle left his chest. His warm breath grazing the skin along the crook of your neck. "Ride this cock till you milk me for every drop. Use me for every inch you need. Whatever it is, whatever ya want, darlin', it's yours. You have control." 

Mingi stroked your face with his free hand. Your soft warm pussy clenched against his shaft as you continued riding him. Mingi groaned, his fingers pressed into the flesh of your thigh. "Fuck, that's what you wanted all day, isn't it? Just the promise of my dick deep in you. Needed me to fill up your pussy, sweet baby."

You've fucked a cowboy or two, in your experience, but man none of them compared to Mingi. None have held a candle to how fucking thick his shaft is as it reaches every spot inside. Even your toys have nothing on the stretch that you're getting from the man currently beneath you. Mingi's dick felt amazing sliding deep, your cunt sensitive and tensing. 

"Yes, yes. It's the only thing I've wanted," you told him. "Nothing better."

The corner of his lips tilted upwards, feeling a bit smug as he raised his knees and changed the angle. He's angling your movements now and it's hitting that glorious sweet spot with ease. 

"This dick the best you've had, sweet girl?" He grunts in between breaths. His strong thighs rocking, grinding, driving his fat shaft. "Nobody else is gonna fuck you this good, hm? No way any other cock will be this thick or nice, make you feel like this." 

He's taking your moans like a goddamn mantra of sweet noises. "Oh? What was that sweetheart? Come and lemme hear."

He pulled you flush with his body. Your cunt now kissing the base of Mingi's hard shaft.

"No one..." you managed to gasp out, breathless, and began working up the pace. Fucking him fast, feeling his thickness caress that special spot again. "Never.. felt this fucking good," your hands grabbed his hard pecs. "Oh fuck, Mingi!"

"Come on, baby, show me just how much ya love taking my fat cock," he grinned up at you, eyes bright and flashing with wicked gleams of light. "That's right, show me, sweet thing, c'mon. That's good, good fucking girl. Keep it like this and milk me til ya squeeze me dry. All the cum I've got for ya."

Hearing him talk was beyond hot. There is no doubt he has ruined you. Fuck any other guy. Mingi's the one you needed to be fucked by. Your hands found a grip on his solid muscular shoulders. Your pace never slowed down. Mingi was helping you out, setting the rhythmic beat, meeting the clap of your hips. 

"Oh yes. I'll be your dirty girl, no matter the kind of request, no matter how nasty. As long as it's you giving me all the cock," you purred. "Fuck, no one will ever compare. Want this inside of me everyday."

“Such a greedy little thing,” Mingi chuckled.

"Fuck, cowboy, yeah just like that. Ruin me," you whispered, arching your back, bouncing down, harder, faster, allowing him deeper. "Make me addicted to this big fucking cowboy cock."

Your dirty, sexy words drove him crazy, feeling him turn wild underneath you. In a split second he's switched you both, rolling so he's on top now. Your legs fell open wider, letting his full weight down on top of you. He's starting a vicious and wicked pace, just drilling into your cunt, rough, strong, slamming the base against you. "What would your friends think, huh? Sweet pretty thing like you, enjoying such a dirty fuck. Laying under me with such a greedy wet pussy."

"Don't care," you grunted. "I only fucking want you."

"Are you on birth control, Y/N?" His voice came in a husky tone. He kept moving, pumping into your clenching heat.

"Yeah, yeah I am. Mingi," you whined, your grip firm on his arm.

"Good, beautiful. Been dreaming about coming inside, fillin' ya up all warm. Making you drip out all my seed. Damn it," his lips found your own. He was moving as close to you as possible, leaving little room for his hands. He kept fucking hard into your core. "How much of me can you handle?"

"All, everything. I'm begging you," you met his lips with more force, loving his kiss, hungry for the taste. You held on to his head, not breaking the touch as he moved and pumped harder.

“Hang on then, you're about to get a damn gusher,” Mingi warned.

A throaty moan leaves you, feeling that hot gushing warmth filling you up. There's so much cum, already slipping out as he continued fucking into you, drawing out every last drop. His body shuddering on top, your arms holding on, squeezing his large form and you were moaning from the intense pressure of your orgasm rippling through.

Your pussy is flooded with Mingi's cream as he gently drops his mouth on your neck and kisses and licks away, continuing to spill his seed deep inside of you and you both enjoy the mutual pleasures of your orgasms. You closed your eyes, rolling in ecstasy, your entire body becoming relaxed and tired.

"Thank you, sweet girl," Mingi dropped his forehead on yours, catching his breath and gradually calmed his thrusting. He was looking down at you with such a content face, sweat slicking his hair. "Let's get ya cleaned up and then head back to the ranch."

Your friends watched the whole scene unfold between you and Mingi riding back in on the horses as they waited for your return. Jinhee sees the small smile on your face from her position near the picnic table, setting up for some good old fashioned dinner style campfire. She let out a silent squeal, squeezing her hands tightly and grabbing Bora by the forearm. "Y/N and Mingi are riding back."

"She looks so happy," Bora replied. "I think she really missed the country lifestyle."

Hyemi nodded. "She looks at peace here. I've never seen her this happy ever since she joined the firm. She could finally enjoy herself."

"She's actually been relaxed for once in her life," Jinhee teased, resting the platter of hotdogs and meat onto the side of the table and taking a long gulp from her s'mores stick. "Not wound up and frazzled with all her paperwork she brings with her everywhere she goes."

"Uh, ladies," Hyemi began, moving closer towards the women.

You rode up along the pasture with the tall cowboy not too far behind. You tugged on the reins, bringing the mare to a slow walk and allowing Mingi and his steed to catch up.

"Nice race, pretty lady," he gave you a wink.

"Can't believe I beat you at a race. Are you really rusty?" You laughed.

“Maybe you were pretty damn distracting along the ride back to the stable,” Mingi replied. “Distracting enough to leave me speechless. You sure damn well know how to leave an impression.”

You turned and watched him climb off his stallion and steady his footing, throwing the straps over the wooden bar. Once he's secured the animal, he offered you a hand and helped pull you down off the saddle.

Your feet finally touch the ground. "Pretty good for a city girl, am I?"

"Ahhhh but you're a country girl, remember?" He winked.

"That I am," you laughed. You patted the horse. "I'm not ready for my friends' teasing. They saw us ride back in."

"So they saw me get my ass whipped. Oh well, what's a man's pride anyway when he's faced with a beauty like yourself," Mingi replied and let out a smile. "Hey, you did earn your reward darlin' and I'm a man who keeps his promises. Now go on. I think your friends are waitin'."

He kissed you on the cheek, a small, chaste brush against skin. He's left you breathless, staring after him and your knees feeling a little weak, all too aware of how hard he can kiss. It wasn't fair to turn on that charm at a moment like now.

The women all giggled, waving you over once you've headed towards them.

"So...were those rosy cheeks because of a nice ride on your horse? Or because of a certain tall, dark, and handsome someone you were with?" Jinhee questioned, eyeing you from head to toe.

You were a mess and you know it, covered in sweat from your horse ride with Mingi, still filled to the brim with adrenaline and some hormones.

"You're asking me the wrong questions, I'm too overwhelmed and heated from the sun," you joked.

Bora crossed her arms, frowning, not buying any of the bullshit. "Something is different. That sparkle, the glint, in your eyes says there's something more to that cowboy we met the first day we came."

"Pssssh," Hyemi pipped up. "Don't lie, Y/N, we saw the look on your face when you were riding back. You looked happy, more happy than I'd ever seen."

Your shoulders shrugged and your lips pursed, holding back the excitement and pure happiness wanting to pour through.

Hyemi went up behind you and clasped her hands together. "Oh come on, tell us more. Tell us anything, everything!"

You were not going to tell your friends about having gotten eaten out in the bathroom by Mingi or even have sex out in the open fields, but you could tell them about the racing bet. 

You turned to them, facing the group as one. "Well, let's talk about that over some beer and dinner. I'm starved."

The sun set beyond the horizon and the glow illuminated the landscape. With the lantern lights, the campfires and the company, this is the most peaceful and happiest you've been in a long, long time.

The coolness of the evening washed over your skin and you felt free, carefree.

Not spending time worrying about money and expense statements for a single business, stressing and working non-stop every single week just to make ends meet. You're used to this, you've lived with the pressures of city life.

And being in this place? Back in the countryside and enjoying your old habits and life, brought you some type of solace and a level of contentment you never experienced.

The familiar crackle, pop of the fire as you sat around, snuggled in a quilt. The cold beer, the smores, and laughter. You breathed deep into the fresh air. It'd been so long since you'd seen so many stars in the sky. A couple nights in the city would yield nothing.

This was your heaven.

While the ladies gathered themselves and talked, you didn't feel a little lost on the side of the camp, looking up.

“Beautiful view, isn't it?” Mingi asked.

You jerked your neck in the direction of the sound. Mingi had sat next to you with a beer in hand and a curious look upon his features.

"It certainly is," you responded. "It's hard to look at the stars in the city. But this? Makes me not want to return."

He cocked his head to the side. "Surely this can't compare to your fancy job," he said.

Your shoulders raised. "Honestly? It isn't glamorous or exciting like the people might think. All I do is stare at numbers day in and day out and live for those paychecks. So the view here? Is something I missed about home."

"Ever thought about going back?" He questioned. "Thinking maybe that move was a mistake."

You let out a soft sigh. "Every single day. I'm thinking that I've made a huge mistake. Working in a place where I can be overworked and not paid what I'm really owed. I don't understand why I'm struggling in the first place, but I do know that there has to be a better option out there. But I wouldn't have met my friends if I didn't move to the city. But still, there are times when I want to go back."

He's so close to you, and in the darkness his eyes look like glitter, bright and reflecting the starlight.

You shook your head and broke out of the haze you were caught in. He leaned closer, closing in the distance and the gap between you. Your throat thickened as your skin pricked, an awareness washing over your body. His jaw works as he swallows hard and lets out a slow and hot, heavy breath. He wants, so badly, to press a sweet kiss to the corner of your lips. But he wouldn't dare ruin this, not with your friends just a few feet away.

"Then stay," Mingi murmured and lifted his head so his gaze could meet yours. The hand holding his beer shifted, and you could swear you saw his fingers move toward yours as a sweet offer. "Stay with us. I could use your help around the ranch, a woman with your skill could be the blessing I'm waiting for. Staying would give ya a chance to get out from beneath those numbers and back out here in the country. The ranch isn't far from the city so your friends could visit anytime."

The warm huff of his words breezes across your nose, and then it's his smell that surrounds you. His sweet musk and the deep earthy woodsy scent.

“You've been working on my papers so you already know how bad my books are. The ranch isn't thriving right now, not when I got these things just hangin' over me. But with a fresh pair of eyes? Maybe a new opportunity? I need your help, Y/N,” Mingi said. “In anything. Accounting, bookkeeping, the finances. Heck, if ya offered to help around the ranch, I wouldn't mind that either.”

You heard your friend's conversation still playing out, their soft, lilting laughter in the background. And Mingi's whispers as his mouth ghosted the curve of your ear. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," he muttered as he leaned his head closer, his hand cupping the curve of your face, bringing your nose closer to his and leaving a short gap between your lips and his. His lips pressed against the soft pillow of yours, kissing it briefly and ever so softly.

The world faded away. All that's left is Mingi. And it's just his voice, his closeness and the way his breath touches you and ignites tiny sparks underneath your skin.

He inhaled, taking a sharp, small breath as his face inches nearer towards yours, noses nearly touching and lips barely grazing against each other, a ghost-like touch and heat, making you warm. You breathed in his musk scent, an intoxicating pull that pulled you to him. He kissed you again, soft, not seeking any kind of tongue, and you didn't dare try either.

A warm wave washed over you, this warmth of desire spreading through and the blood humming with the light contact of lips brushing lips, both pulling each other closer.

His mouth fit so perfectly against yours.

You broke away slowly and looked into Mingi's eyes, heavy lidded. Your forehead dropped to his shoulder and the soft chuckles vibrated through his chest, causing a ripple against you.

The beer was forgotten and you were only holding onto the blanket around you, you heard the hoots and hollers of your friends that jolted you out of the fantasy. That you had to snap back into reality. Your lips are on fire and there's still the warmth that he left with that sweet little touch, seared onto your skin and igniting every part of your body.

He had sat up straighter, away from you, watching from his peripheral view and knowing there were eyes trained on the pair of you. He coughed and started to drink his beer, but you've both lost that brief moment of privacy and connection you just had moments ago. 

"Gonna think on it, darlin?" Mingi asked and reached over to grasp your hand and stroke a thumb over the knuckles, slow and intimate.

You couldn't breathe, and he chuckled and dropped his hand from yours. Mingi stood up and gave a brief smile, and a quick nod before tipping his cowboy hat at you. "Let me know." Then he walked towards Yunho and Seonghwa, who were eyeing him while drinking from their own bottles of beers, and slung his arms around both the ranch hands' necks. The three men laughed and walked back towards the direction of the stable.

Fuck you had it bad for Mingi. Badly. Like ridiculously fucking bad.

"Don't you even try to deny anything!" Bora pointed. "We all fucking saw that shit. You had heart eyes! Who the fuck are you and what have you done with our serious and strict workaholic friend who won't even allow herself time to enjoy the simpler life?"

"Was he a good kisser?" Jinhee asked, a genuine curiosity on her face.

"Yes," you mumble.

"Say that again? You're gonna have to speak up because even a mouse is quieter than you." Hyemi teased.

"For fuck's sake, yes he was a damn good kisser. Wouldn't you wanna be kissed by someone like him?" you let out a sigh of defeat.

Bora and Hyemi high five each other while Jinhee is cackling.

"She admitted it, pay up, girls," Hyemi held her hand out, awaiting a few large bills. She collected the money from Jinhee and Bora. "Didn't I tell you I called Y/N and her cowboy kiss?"

“Did you two do anything else? Anything kinkier than a sweet and chaste kiss?” Bora asked, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

"Uh.." you didn't know how much you should admit.

"Y/N, you dirty minx," Hyemi winked and slid a drink over your way. "But I won't press you, I just hope it was satisfying and worth your time."

You took a gulp and said, "It was more than satisfying."

"Well, well, well," Bora put her elbows on the table and leaned in, pressing her hands to her chin, resting her head against them. "What's gonna happen to our best friend?"

"Who knows," you sighed, allowing the cool crispness of the alcohol burn down your throat and calm your racing heart, wondering what would happen now. How did things progress further with a simple and brief touch of the lips? "Who the hell knows."

Mingi, Yunho, and Seonghwa wandered back up the pathway, walking towards the stable to call it a day and start to head inside to meet up with the other five men that were his ranch hands and friends.

Seonghwa had a big smirk plastered on his face, tossing his hand up and patting a hand against Mingi's shoulder blade, shaking his body. "Someone's got an itchin' for a certain lil lady."

Yunho was walking alongside, listening, giving Mingi a side eye.

Mingi put up a dismissive gesture, shrugging.

"My question is," Seonghwa started. "Is this about lust or love? Huh?"

"She's not mine to claim, Seonghwa, not just yet anyway." Mingi stopped to look up at the night sky, rubbing the back of his neck with the palm of his hand and taking off his hat. He brushed it along the curve of his leg, ridding himself of dirt before he returned it.

He heard some distant squeals and yells from the girls across the yard, coming closer. A beautiful night filled with beautiful memories. "A week isn't long enough to develop feelings for a pretty girl such as herself," he commented.

"Bullshit," Wooyoung groaned and his brows knit together. He swung a strong arm at Mingi's, cussing at the man who's got the bigger body structure. "All ya do is eat, sleep, and fuck. Those feelings don't exist?"

"She's different, okay? I can't explain why, I know this is very hard to believe considering I fuck around all the time. But Y/N? Man, she knows her way around a ranch, she knows business and books and that kinda stuff," Mingi breathed deep. His eyes followed as the group walked by. "She knows about the situation with the ranch and she offered to help with the papers when I never asked her to. No strings attached and she wanted to do it because she has a heart of gold and that kindness is why she decided to. It was just for fun but she is intelligent as fuck and knows her shit when it comes to numbers. Y/N could easily kick my ass if we were on even footing. Don't even question me man, she's special."

The girls continued to move around.

Mingi closed his eyes. "I'm not looking for another fling."

"Shit, is my pansy ass cowboy boss fallin' in love?" Jongho questioned and placed his palms on his chest, a loud groan. "Love makes you weak."

Mingi tried to shrug, a smile creeping to his lips. "Haven't ever thought of feeling this way until I met Y/N. Hell, I even asked her to stay longer."

"What?!" Yunho finally spoke, eyes wide and round as he looked over to his best friend.

“Yeah, yeah,” Mingi replied. “And I wasn't kidding.”

"Are you stupid?! Have you lost your mind asking someone who's got their whole life planned back in the big city, to stay here with the likes of us? Living like this in the country,," Hongjoong raised his voice.

"You guys weren't there when she was talking about missing home. Missing her family's ranch and having that time out of the corporate bullshit she does day to day. She's lost, she knows she needs to leave but doesn't have a reason. Maybe Y/N stays for the ranch, maybe she'll stay for me," Mingi suggested, grinning. "What do I have to lose?"

"Your sanity. Everything you have is riding on that little city slicker," San joked.

"Look, you can take the girl out of the country but you can't take the country out of the girl," Mingi interjected, laughing. He turned away from the others, walking toward his house. "Who knows, if this is about a one week fling, then fine. She goes and that'll be it. But Y/N stays a little longer and she fits right in here with us, then I'll be damned if I let her go back."

"Ya'll fucked, didn't ya?" Wooyoung commented, brows furrowed.

Mingi waved him off. "Piss off, you dickheads, leavin' ya to clean the mess in the stable and tuck the horses in for the night. Don't forget to give the chickens fresh water!"

Mingi kept a smile on his face, laughing when Seonghwa scoffed and he looked over his shoulders. "And go ahead and polish the stallion's boots because I'll be sure not to leave the stallion untied!"

San chuckled, mumbling. "That's what ya'll are..."

Mingi flung his hands back, his middle fingers up high, pointing both his fingers out for his group of friends. "I can hear ya, asshole!" He gave one final wave before stepping back into his house, calling for his dogs, and closing the door. 

He rested against the wooden frame, leaning his head against the entryway. He couldn't get this week out of his mind.

He didn't expect any of these events to transpire. For a girl, for a woman, for you, to make him feel so strong and alive. Mingi can't wrap his mind around it, the fluttering feeling in his chest that made him weak in the knees, whenever he's with you.

He exhales sharply and tries to close his eyes and breathe. But this time, his fantasies of you come rushing forward. He can see your beautiful body spread bare underneath his gaze, head thrown back, naked chest flushed and panting. He can see it all with clarity, and his cock gets harder thinking about it. And it makes his heart pound faster, and Mingi wants you again, badly, so so badly, but for a completely different reason. It wasn't a physical thing, not anymore.

After those events between you and him happened, everything has changed. The need for him and wanting his body has transformed. Mingi knew that somehow you felt the same way. Maybe you're the girl for him.

Mingi's body yearns for a good night's rest and he is quick to start a shower. He quickly strips and takes a hot, soothing shower, allowing the steam and water to wash over his aching muscles and body.

But he cannot shake the urge to see you, his soul cries for you, so he peeks his head out of the shower curtain. His eyes dart quickly around for any sight of his boxers, but they're nowhere to be seen. He checked and rechecked his laundry basket. Nothing, empty, nada. Mingi saw that those boxers were nowhere to be found. "Sonofabitch." He was hoping, praying that his dogs haven't gotten ahold of his boxers. Because of the teasing that'll happen with those smartass guys that work with him and him having to deal with their non-stop joking comments, that's something that'll really irritate him for an entire week. He shook his head and grumbled, a habit he had picked up from Seonghwa.

Fuck it. He quickly finished up and scrubbed his body, smelling of a soft forestry scent, and grabbed his towel from a rack in the shower to wrap it around himself. Water dripped along the toned muscles of his chest, sliding along his abs, the indents that the towel molded to. Water dribbled from his dark wet locks, splashed against the shower and floor. He was so engrossed in drying off, his legs swinging wildly to a beat as he danced and shimmied while drying his lower half, that he didn't even notice you entering his bedroom.

"Oh my god, Mingi," you hastily turned away and put a hand over your eyes. You peeked through the crack of the two fingers holding over your eyelids and Mingi couldn't help but laugh.

"You're so shy all of sudden? This is the same woman who was bouncing up and down on my dick for the world to see outside?" Mingi snorts and continues drying off his body. "Why are you here? Shouldn't you be in bed?"

"Couldn't sleep so I figured I'd help finish your paperwork, also-" you stopped. You almost blurted out that you missed the hell out of him and couldn't get him out of your mind but bit your lip and prevented yourself.

“What else? Your face is reddening up. What is it?” Mingi asked.

"Well, I, uhhh- " Your hands were clasping and wringing the hem of your pajama shirt, biting on your lower lip. The awkward silence between you was becoming so very obvious. And in the corner of your peripheral vision, you could see him shaking his head and scoffing, smirking as he reached for a pair of pajama bottoms and throwing the towel to the floor.

"If you want more, just say so." Mingi winked.

"Yeah?" you breathe. "You'll give me more?"

"Somethin' tells me that the bookkeeping stuff isn't what brought ya here in the first place." Mingi smiled as he pressed up against your body. Your chests colliding with his full and naked body. The rough texture and sturdiness of his body provides the support to your own body that is needed.

"Can we just lay in bed together instead?" You looked up with hopeful eyes and whispered against his collarbones.

"Now darlin', you don't gotta ask. If that's what makes ya happy." He threw himself on top of the covers of the bed. Gestured for you to come up beside him and welcomed the embrace with arms open, wrapping around your form. A tiny, perfect fit within his long frame. His muscular arms and legs trapping your smaller ones. You breathed a contented sigh. It felt perfect, being in his arms. "You're not gonna disappear in the morning are you?" Mingi asked.

You huffed a laugh, his fingers were stroking and kneading through your hair. "Not planning on going anywhere."

"Mmm…" his eyelids drooped as his thumb rubbed your scalp, melting into a warm state. "And if your girls are looking for you?"

"They can deal with me tomorrow. They're big girls. And I'm tired," you breathed against his bare shoulder.

"Yes ma'am. Do what you will. Although, I gotta say," he shifted, releasing your head to look at you, only for you to rest against the planes of his bare chest. You felt a few droplets of water trickle across your forehead. You both remained in comfortable silence. You heard his deep inhalation and felt his lungs expanding beneath your arms. 

"This is something I'd wanna wake up to every day," he whispered and brushed some stray hairs away, his thumbs stroking your jaw, and pulling your chin up. Your lips pressed firmly against his soft, full and puffy ones. "I like you, darlin'. Real, real bad. So I'd love it if you stayed."

He pulled the blanket up, covering your shoulders. He turned to switch off his bedside lamp. And then, it was darkness that settled. Only your quiet breath could be heard, and the deep evenness of Mingi's that you matched.

"Thank you for the week, Mingi," you whispered and tipped your nose up, brushing against the soft sensitive skin under his chin, trailing soft kisses along the skin there. "Really."

Some Months Later

"Mingi...The girls are going to be here soon!" you whined as your back was plastered against the wall, arms wrapped around his neck and his legs caging you. There is the light flush of your cheeks. Lips, red and bruised. Mingi's cowboy hat placed crooked on your head.

"Don't care, baby, we have a few minutes before they're due," his raspy and growling voice had you pressing your knees closer together, fighting off a soft whimper.

"So...rude," you sighed heavily and crossed your arms, avoiding him. "At least give me time to catch my breath!"

"No, baby, want ya now," Mingi groaned out.

"God, you're fucking impatient!" you groan and giggle as his head bows and peppers soft kisses across your cheeks.

"Yer fault for looking so sexy wearing my clothes." Mingi muttered.

"It's only a t-shirt, it's comfortable, okay,” you retorted.

"Mmhm...and my hat," he whistles low. "Love seeing you wear that and nothing else."

"When my friends get here, you better behave," you warned him.

Mingi nodded eagerly, nuzzling the crook of your neck, teeth grazing your pulse and biting a mark. He wanted everyone to know you belonged to him. "Yes, ma'am. Do I ever disobey yer orders, darling?"

"Yes," you quickly responded. "So often and I hate it."

His large warm palms grazed up and down your thighs and squeezed a handful of your ass. "Now, what do you really want, darling?" He rolled his hips and gave his stiff erection a light press against the area where your thighs met, giving a sharp hiss at the contact and pressure.

"Okay. maybe, I like you disobedient," you moan. "But can we wait until later? They'll be here and I-"

"Seonghwa and the guys can help them out," Mingi nipped at your collarbone. "It's not like the girls haven't been on the ranch before."

"I guess, just a quickie, maybe?" you glance over the clock hanging near your hallway, time is running low.

"How much time do you think we got? Five minutes tops?" Mingi laughed.

"Maybe five, or less," you dropped your eyes. You just couldn't resist him. You never could.

Mingi smirked. "Have I told you how sexy you are and how I want you all the time?"

You kiss him softly. "At least a hundred times in the past week." You slipped a hand down his chest and dipped a finger into his pants. His hips jerked.

"Hey," you heard a voice and footsteps coming from the door. "Yunho wanted me to─Oh damn it," and Bora started coughing to hold back a laugh, eyeing the way you clung onto Mingi. She turned back away quickly, hollering at the others. "They're still fucking! Don't bother knocking! She can't be separated from him!"

"Sonofabitch," he groaned. "I guess not today."

"I told you we didn't have enough time!" you pull down your top and slide Mingi's hat from your head, placing it back. You roll your eyes and tussle your hands through his hair. "Behave, yeah?"

"Never," his hand is on your back and he walks with you out of the bedroom. "Baby?"

"Hmm?" you give him a quizzical look.

"I'm happy you decided to stay. This all means everything to me," he whispers softly and leans down, embracing you in a slow, tender kiss, dipping his cowboy hat at you with a wide smile once he pulls away. "Love you, darlin."

You giggled and patted his shoulders, smiling right up at him, "Love you too, sweetheart."

After another kiss, you and Mingi walked towards the others and watched as Wooyoung showed Jinhee how to feed a horse. Bora was eyeing San and asking him many questions while Seonghwa and Hyemi conversed amongst each other. Jongho and Hongjoong were busy attending to a few others who were also out for riding and your eyes fell to Yunho and Yeosang. They were busy showing other guests a couple things to make sure they were riding safely and had your brows furrowed.

As soon as Hyemi turned to her side and noticed Mingi and yourself, she rushed over with excitement, arms around you. "The ranch sure is growing fast, it's looking great here!"

"I still can't believe you decided to stay. All because of one cowboy man," Jinhee patted her hands against your arm and sighed. "But if you're happy, then I'm happy for you."

"We missed you!" Bora ran from her spot over to you and latched herself onto you, tightly gripping at you and her.

"Not too tight," you let out a small laugh. "I can barely breathe."

"Oh?" She pulled away with her brows raised, grinning widely.

"Well," your hands fell to Mingi's biceps, fingertips massaging the warm muscles. He hummed happily. "I was waiting to tell you the news."

"What news is it that you couldn't tell us over the phone?" Jinhee cocked a brow.

"Turns out," you looked up to Mingi, then glanced over at the other men around. "We're getting married and..."

You shared a brief look with Mingi. A happy gaze over one another, warmth growing. Mingi's smile broadened and the smile crinkled as his arm dropped and reached out for your stomach, feeling the smooth, tiny curve there. And the fingers that curled over your hip pulled you close, leaning his head down. 

"Yeah," he breathes. "We got a new little rancher, ready to join our family."

"You're having a baby?!" Your girlfriends exclaimed in unison.

"I'm moving to the ranch now just so I can be here when the little one joins," Hyemi was hopping from foot to foot, giddy. "Do you have an extra room for me?"

“There's lots of rooms. Unless...maybe you're willing to bunk up,” Mingi said.

"I think Seonghwa's willing to bunk," you teased and gave a loud laugh.

Seonghwa lets out a laugh and comes over, his arm stretching around her, pulling Hyemi over his shoulders. His lids dropped in a lazy fashion. He let out a simple, yet attractive chuckle, "If the little lady wants."

Hyemi blinked. She gulped and slowly gave her approval with a gentle nod and her voice wavering slightly. "Yes please."

Seonghwa lets out a hissing laugh. And his expression softened, the usual blank look was washed from his face, making him look almost human and his lips quirk upwards as he gave her the friendliest smile anyone had seen on him. His brows wiggled. "I'd have you begging for me within a month."

"Excuse me, Mr. Park, you got your work cut out for you," she gives him a challenging smile. And Seonghwa tilts his head, curious at the cute remark. "Cause' I don't think you'd have to try."

Seonghwa wraps his arm around her lower back, pulling Hyemi tight against him. "I miss ya too, darlin'. Thought ya would never show yer cute face again."

You let out a laugh as you watched Hyemi's face turn rosy red in a flash and let out a squeak. You nod in her direction, your finger poking his chest and scrunch your nose playfully, "Have fun tonight, don't keep her out too late, mister. You have animals and people to take care of tomorrow."

Seonghwa smiled softly. "Yes, boss." He gives you a wink before guiding Hyemi back to his cabin, murmuring under his breath.

Mingi lifted you off the ground and gave you a twirl, followed by a long and affectionate kiss. Then his palms were splaying out across the slight protrusion in your abdomen, soothingly caressing his knuckles gently.

You saw the tender look that was on his face and your heart melted for him. His affection was so innocent and warm, and you wished he'd continue to look at you like this forever, every day, always, you were falling deeper and deeper in love with him.

Your hands gripped around his neck, fingertips curling through his dark locks. "I love you, Mingi, so much." You whisper.

Mingi set you down and he turned to see his friends smiling up at him. Yunho, Jongho and the other's were clapping softly. He was a proud father. Or, at least, soon-to-be-father and it wasn't going to change. This man and child are his and the love and adoration you give back to him is so special and Mingi's world is shining bright as you look right up at him and he would do absolutely everything for you to remain right in his arms like this.

He kissed your lips softly, chuckling softly before whispering against your mouth, "And I love you both, so fucking much, sweetheart."

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"Yah! Jeonghan! You got to get up!" there was a loud knock on the door following as Jeonghan groaned, recognizing the voice of his roommate, Seungkwan. He groaned out, turning his head to look out the window. The sunlight creeps in through the slits of the blinds. He sat up reluctantly. "Jeonghan?" Seungkwan kept banging on the door. "I'm up already! Keep knocking like that, and I'll have a hole going through my door, jeez," He exhaled, fixing his hair as he walked towards the door.

He unlocked it, hearing the click as he threw the door open. Seungkwan was still standing there with a pitiful look. Jeonghan hated it when people looked at him like that. He wasn't someone to feel sorry for. "You okay?" Seungkwan looked at the elder.

"Just peachy," He gave him a look, seeing the way his eyes didn't change. "Stop looking at me like that," Jeonghan's gaze was sharp as Seungkwan stepped back. Jeonghan wasn't trying to snap at Seungkwan, but he couldn't hold back seeing him look at him as if he was a charity case, which is what all of his friends have been doing lately.

He had gone through a nasty breakup, and that's all there was to it. Obviously, he was going to mope about it and have his moments of wanting to be alone. That was only human, but he guessed it wasn't like that when it came to him. He walked over to the kitchen and got himself a glass of water. "What'd you wake me up for?" He shut the fridge and took a sip from the glass he had just filled.

"I mean, it's noon; you probably won't sleep again tonight. Plus, it's weird seeing you become nocturnal. We also need to go and study. Maybe the library?" Seungkwan avoided eye contact, not wanting to upset Jeonghan any more than he already did.

"Yeah, let me go grab my stuff." He took another sip and then poured the rest down the drain as he walked to his room to get ready, which was changing out of a hoodie and sweatpants and into another pair.

Within moments, the two left their place and headed towards the campus library. Jeonghan opened the door, holding it open for Seungkwan to follow as they walked in. They looked around, searching for a possible table, but didn't see many available. They went upstairs, downstairs, even to the study rooms, hoping someone didn't actually go to their reserved time, but nothing was open. "There's a cafe down the street. Let's go there," Jeonghan's suggestion sounded more like a demand as Seungkwan nodded.

Jeonghan carefully pushed open the door, the bell ringing as he looked around. It had more of an urban aesthetic mixed with some more modern parts. 'Cute,' Jeonghan thought to himself as he studied the brick walls and bright white counters. The tiny bell that hung on the back of the door rang again as Seungkwan walked in.

"Hello!" The bell was a cue for you to call out and welcome everyone. You looked up from the machine you were deep cleaning. Your eyes glued onto one of them for a moment. The way his fingers through his mid-length hair was intoxicating, seeing his soft features as he stared out. It was hard for you to remove your eyes from him as he pulled out a chair at one of the tables and took a seat.

"Hey. Y/N, do we need ice in the bin?" Your coworker, Eunae, called out. That was the only way you could remove your eyes from this stranger. "Oh, uh," You stuttered, opening the ice bin closest to you and the much larger one on the other side. "Yeah, like a bucket and a half would be perfect," You called back to her. She came out, filling the bins and looking at you. "Found yourself another crush?" She teased.

"No, just wondering if they want something," Your excuse was nothing but bullshit as she laughed, shaking her head at you. "Go ask then, weirdo," Your eyes widened a bit at that idea. Obviously, you've gone up to a table before and asked if they wanted a drink, but not someone like him. He was different than the other little crushes you had here and there.

You took a moment to muster up the courage, then walked over to the table. As you got closer, it seemed as if the two were arguing about something. You cleared your throat and smiled cheerfully. "Sorry to interrupt! Can I get either of you something to drink?" The shorter one smiled a bit and looked at you. "Yeah! Can I get an iced americano?" You nodded and looked over at the taller one. "I'll take the same." He didn't even bother to look up.

It hurt your ego that he didn't even move his eyes from the screen in front of him; you nodded and walked away. You made the drinks and peeked over the espresso machine as the taller one had a bothered expression looking at the other. "I don't care about Sooyoung or that she moved on already. Please leave me out of your updates on her. I'm not going to move on right now. My head is fucked thinking about her. I don't need the updates; besides, I'm working on fixing myself right now. I'm not jumping into a relationship," He grumbled; you didn't mean to eavesdrop, but he was talking a bit on the louder side. "Jeonghan," The other one started.

You finished up their drinks and thought to yourself, "Jeonghan." You walked over to them, carefully holding their drinks. "Two Americanos," you smiled. It was definitely a customer service smile instead of your actual smile as they nodded. "Thank you," Jeonghan finally lifted his head to look at you. His mind started racing for a moment. He couldn't remove his eyes from you as he walked away.

Seungkwan moved his leg over, kicking the side of his leg lightly. " What?" He looked at him. "Dude, you're eye fucking her...After saying you don't want another relationship." Jeonghan's face was expressionless as he shrugged a bit. "I can look all I want. That doesn't mean I'm hopping into a relationship." Seungkwan couldn't help but roll his eyes in response.

Jeonghan finished what he was working on and stood up, walking towards the register. You walked over and smiled. " Can I help you with anything?" He nodded a bit, his face seeming to relax from the scowl he had sitting at the table. " I'd just like to pay," you nodded and rang him up, adding a discount to it.

"Oh, I thought it was more," He looked surprised by the price and paid. You handed him his receipt, a soft, rosy color spreading on your cheeks. "Have a great rest of your day," you smiled at him as he nodded, giving you a soft smile and looking at your name tag. "You too, Y/N,"

You hated when people said your name at work if it wasn't one of your coworkers. You realized quickly after starting that customers would use it too much that they abused it. But hearing your name come from those sweet lips, he had made butterflies flutter in your stomach. You watched as he turned and sat back down with his friend.

You cleaned up the counters and looked around, not wanting to be a creep, and stared at him longingly from behind the counter. Watching the gorgeous, tall, slim figure pick up his bag and leave. You seemed disappointed that you didn't say much other than your usual customer service script you had. A few days went by, and you only had small shifts here and there. Even though you only saw Jeonghan one time, you consistently clocked in with the hope of being able to see him again.

You heard the bell ring as you finished stocking the cups. " Welcome!" You threw out the plastic and turned around. " Oh," You smiled a bit and walked over, seeing his face again. "Iced americano again?" You smiled at him as he looked at you. He seemed a bit surprised that you remembered him but was more than happy to realize you recognized him.

"Did you want decaf? It's a bit late," You realized you might have been crossing a line and stared at the espresso machine. "No, I need the caffeine right now. I have finals coming up." You nodded and smiled at him. "What major?" You looked at him over the counter. "Visual arts, more so in photography and journalism," He watched as you carefully put the lid on, waiting to hear the click of it connecting before handing him his drink.

"Dual major?" You looked at him, impressed, as he nodded. "That's why I need the caffeine," His laugh seemed a bit awkward and weak. "I don't blame you. I tried college, but it wasn't for me," You confessed as he listened. "I put it off for a while. My friend I was here with the other day helped convince me when he applied. Everyone I graduated high school with graduates in the spring, so I'm three years behind,"

"Gap years work for a lot of people." You nodded. You watched as he took a sip of his coffee; the bitter taste was comforting to him. " I got to be honest with you," You looked at him, almost studying him but hoping he didn't pick up on it. "Yeah?" He couldn't help but question; you were so captivating to him, and he loved hearing every word leave your lips. "I don't understand how you like Americanos," You laughed softly.

He looked at you surprised. "You don't like them?!" He sounded almost offended. "It's way too strong, plus it's so insanely bitter. I give you credit." You giggled as you spoke playfully, and he shook his head. "They're so good. The bitterness is the best part. You're actually able to taste the coffee and not all the flavors and milk." You listened to him; he sounded so confident in everything he said.

"Let me make you something; I think you'll like it," You looked over at him, seeing he was already halfway through his coffee. "Alright," He walked back over to the register. "Are you allergic to anything?" You looked at him as he shook his head. "I can have everything but dairy, but sometimes it upsets my stomach." He watched you as he worked. Hearing the scream of the milk steaming, he seemed in awe as you poured in the frothed milk, watching the simple design you created on top. You closed the lid and handed it to him.

"Try it," you looked at him. He picked it up, sniffing it first, then took a sip. His body filled with warmth, and he smiled. "What is it?" He opened the lid. "Vanilla latte: one extra shot so you get your strong coffee taste and vanilla soy milk." He looked at you and smiled. "Well, keep this in mind; this might become my usual."

You nodded with a grin. " What's your name?" You didn't want to be weird that you remembered him from your "accidental" eavesdro ping. " Jeonghan," he looked at you, admiring you as you nodded. " Well, nice to meet you," you smiled widely.

"Ditto," He smiled back and looked at you. " How much for the latte?" He stared at the register as you waved your hand at him. " Free," He huffed a bit, then thought. "Do you take tips?" You nodded a bit, and he smiled, looking around the dead cafe. "Come here," You walked around the bar and headed over to him. The smell of his cologne bringing you closer to him. He looked at the pocket sewn into your apron and dropped a bill in. "Thank you," he thanked you as you reached in and went to give it back to him.

"Nope, that's yours for your amazing customer service," he winked a bit as you shook your head. He looked at you and smiled. “Alright, I'm going to go now. There's a lot to study," he laughed a bit. "Have fun," you teased. "Do you work tomorrow?" He watched you, his eyes traveling all over your body as you walked behind the bar, bending down to grab a rag to start cleaning.

"Tomorrow night and the next day, I work in the morning," You never told people your schedule, no matter how attractive, but you couldn't help yourself and you could only hope it wouldn’t be a mistake. "I'll see you then," He walked out as you still had that smile plastered on your face.

He did come the next day and the day after. You kept talking each time and coming up with a new topic. Each conversation never ended, as there was always something new that you both could talk about. The next day, you finally got the confidence and looked at him, mesmerized by the way the light from the sun was hitting his eyes revealing the mixture of chestnut and amber hues. "Can I get your number?" You asked him as you interrupted the silence that crept over, but to your delight, he nodded and smiled. "Absolutely, give me your phone,"

You pulled it out from your back pocket and handed it to him as he typed his number in for you. "There you go," He smiled softly, handing you your phone back. You tucked your phone away, sending a quick hello text beforehand. "Would you like to go on a date?" He looked at you, his spontaneity catching you off guard. "A date?" You questioned, your head almost tilted to the side, resembling a puppy dog which made Jeonghan’s heart melt a bit. "Yes. You and me. Maybe some dinner, and we can see what we decide on after," He looked at you, hoping you weren't questioning it because you didn't want to go.

"Okay," you answered, and he looked at you, his eyes meeting as he smiled at you. "I'll text you later; I have to head to class." He checked the time quickly as you nodded at him. " Sounds good! Don't stress too much," you called out as he walked out.

Jeonghannie: When are you off this week?

You checked your phone, laughing to yourself at the name he had given his contact.

Y/N: I took off this weekend :)

Jeonghannie: Perfect

You stared at your phone, the excitement filling your body for the rest of the day, knowing you were actually going on a date with him.

Jeonghan smiled as he looked at his phone. Seungkwan nudged him a bit with his elbow. "What?" Jeonghan whispered as Seungkwan lifted his chin, looking at the chat he had open. "That's the girl from the cafe, isn't it?" Jeonghan locked his phone and placed it on the table in front of him. “Yes. She asked for my number, so I gave it to her. That's all," Seungkwan nodded a bit hesitantly as he didn't fully believe him about it being just a friendship. "Fine, we're going on a date this weekend." Seungkwan's eyes opened widely, and he was in utter shock hearing him say those words.

"Stop freaking out about it," He mumbled as Seungkwan still stared at him. "I thought you were 'fucked in the head,'" His eyes glared into Jeonghan as he quoted him. "Yeah, but it's been over for a while now. I'm not going to keep pitying myself with the idea of where I fucked up. I'm not going to continue blaming myself when I didn't deserve what Sooyoung did. It didn't matter what I did for her when we were together; I did everything to keep her happy, but it was for nothing. I'm moving on. Not going to keep messing up my head," Jeonghan sighed, finishing up his rant.

"Good," Seungkwan whispered as he nodded at him. Class finished up as he walked out with Seungkwan. "So, is the cafe where you've been going almost every day?" Jeonghan smiled to himself with a faint blush. "Yeah. There's a cute barista; I had to at least talk to her a few times," Seungkwan snickered a bit. " Shut up," Jeonghan laughed, a smile setting in on his face.

He fixed his hair in the mirror, making sure he liked the way it looked as he grabbed his wallet and keys and walked out to the living room where Seungkwan was studying. "I'm leaving now," he said, walking towards the door as Seungkwan watched him. "Wow, look at you," he teased, seeing him so dressed up. "Don't wait up." He laughed as he walked out.

Jeonghannie: I'm on my way now!

Y/N: Okay! Drive safe

He smiled at your message as he got in his car, driving carefully to your place. He parked, grabbing the flowers he had bought for you out of the passenger seat and walked up to your apartment and knocked. You opened the door and smiled, seeing him.

He looked at you in awe. The little black dress you were wearing hugged your body and showed each curve you had perfectly. "Wow." He couldn't keep it in and had to let the words escape his lips. He smiled at you, admiring your body, and you did the same to him. You both had a very classic idea for date night. His black dress pants and white shirt looked incredible on him, but you knew he'd look stunning in anything.

"Oh, these are for you," he carefully handed you the bouquet he purchased. You looked at the deep red color of the roses, and your face started to match that shade. "They're beautiful," you smiled, opening your door more to invite him in. You walked over to your kitchen, grabbed a vase, and filled it with water and the food that came with the flowers as you carefully placed them in the vase. " Thank you," you looked over at him.

"Of course," he already felt himself falling for the way you smiled at him, the way your eyes had a grin to them. " I'm ready to go whenever you are," you looked at him as he nodded, standing up from the stool he found himself sitting in.

He walked with you down the stairs and checked his map application. "It's a quick walk if you'd like to do that, or we can go by car. Your choice," He looked at you. "It's nice out so that we can take a walk," You grinned up at him, his heart melting a bit inside as he thought for a moment. "Let me just get my jacket from the car." He walked over to a newer-looking sedan. You watched from the stairs of your building as he practically jogged back over to you. "Okay, we can go now," He smiled, putting the jacket on and walking with you.

He wasn't actually cold, but he figured that if you were after dinner, he could give you his jacket like in the rom-coms he swore he hated but still used to watch. He walked next to you as you headed to the restaurant. "Good evening," the hostess smiled as Jeonghan smiled back. “I have a reservation; it should be under Jeonghan." He watched as she looked in her book. "Table for two?" She looked up at him as she highlighted a part of the restaurant in purple.

She grabbed two menus and walked you to your table. You looked around the place in a bit of awe as you'd never been to a place like it. More than thirty tables were scattered around just in the main dining room. The hostess led you to the back of the restaurant, placing the menus on a round table. The table was beautifully set with a darker green tablecloth, faux candles that were flickering in the center, and a fawn-colored napkin placed on each side that wrapped up your silverware. The hostess pulled out your seat as you sat down, going to push your chair in until she did it.

Your expression must've looked surprised by the way Jeonghan stifled a laugh. You looked at the menu and quickly snuck a peek at Jeonghan. "If you don't like the menu, let me know; we can go somewhere else,” his voice was almost a whisper as you nodded. "I'll be good," You smiled at him as he nodded. "I like Italian," You reassured him as he nodded with a smile. "Have you ever been here?" He looked at you. His eyes looked so dreamy as you shook your head. "I've never been somewhere this fancy,"

You looked around, studying the area around you. The place was dim, but you could still see Jeonghan clearly. Before you could get too lost in your thoughts, the waiter came up. "Good evening. My name is Insu, and I'll be your waiter tonight. Can I get you anything to drink?" Jeonghan checked the menu one more time and then looked at you. "Do you drink wine?" He watched as you nodded, and he looked at the waiter. "Two glasses of the best Chardonnay you have, please," The waiter nodded and smiled at the two of you. "Any appetizers? I'd recommend the raw bar sampler or crab cakes or even a Caesar salad to pair with your wine." He suggested as Jeonghan nodded, and you smiled. You placed your order and looked at Jeonghan. "Do you have Venmo or something?" He shook his head, laughing a bit.

You pouted slightly. "Seriously, this meal is like half of my rent. Let me pay you for my portion." You were almost begging as he shook his head. "I asked you out, plus it's a date. I'm not going to make you pay for your meal at a place I picked." You realized it wasn't worth playfully arguing as Jeonghan was very set on not having you pay, so you backed down. "How have classes been?" You smiled at him, changing the subject. He shrugged a bit. "They've been okay. I mean, finals are happening in about a month, so I'm going to have to start cramming because half the classes go in one ear and out the other." He laughed a bit.

You listened to him as he talked about his classes. You started to regret not going, but you were also more than grateful that you didn't have to stress out studying for a grade that would make or break your future. "Sorry, I don't mean to yap so much; how has work been?" He looked at you, feeling bad that all he was doing was talking. "It was good; I don't know why we've been so understaffed a lot, but I've picked up a lot of hours." Jeonghan listened but wasn't fully grasping your words. He looked lost while watching your lips move. Nothing sexual was being said, but he couldn't help the dirty thoughts that flooded his brain. The dark rose-shaded gloss that covered your lips made him picture where else it would look just as perfect. He licked his lips a bit and took a sip from his wine. You smiled at him innocently as you finished talking.

"How long have you been there?" He posed another question so he wouldn't look as weird for staring at you like you were dessert. His eyes traveled around what he could see. "About three years," You nodded as he nodded back, looking a bit surprised to hear about your longevity in one place. "Where do you work?" You smiled at him, wanting to figure out how he had so much money that he could throw at a meal. "Oh," He seemed a bit flustered. "I don't. I'm focused more on school right now. Luckily, my family lets me buy using their credit card for now." He sounded embarrassed, like he didn't want to tell you. He read your expression as you nodded. "I do want to get a job once I get my degree," you nodded again; you weren't expecting it, but you weren't too surprised seeing his new car and the fancier clothing he’d wear just to stop by for some coffee.

You watched him sign the check and stood up, pulling your chair out for you as you got up and walked towards the door with him. You held your small clutch purse tight to your body as a chill came over you from the late-night breeze. "Cold?" He questioned a bit as you nodded. You saw him take off his jacket quickly and place it around your body. He wouldn't verbally say it, but he was a bit proud of the moment he wanted to happen, which was actually playing out.

He walked with you back to your place as you smiled up at him. "I had an amazing time. Thank you for dinner; next time, it's on me," He looked down at you, a gentle smile spreading on his cheeks. "You want another date with me?" He questioned as a faint blush spread on your face. "I mean, if you'd like another one with me?" It came out as a question as he nodded. "I'd love to go out with you again," You stood at the door of your apartment.

"Want to come in?" You questioned as he nodded a bit. "Sure, as long as it's not a hassle," You shushed him a bit as you pulled your keys out of your bag and unlocked your door, letting him in and following after. You locked the door behind you as you put your purse on the counter. Your apartment was neat and bright from the white counters and backsplash mixed with the bright white LED lights. "Make yourself at home," You bent down a bit to take off the heels you were wearing. He walked over to your couch and sat down.

"Do you want anything? Water? Coffee?" You looked at him. "I'll take a water, please," He looked over at you. You nodded as you grabbed two bottles and walked over to him, handing him one and opening the other one for yourself. You sat down on the couch next to him. "Thank you again for dinner," You took off his coat and placed it on the back of the sofa next to him. "And thank you for letting me wear that," You brushed off the back of the coat, ridding of a few pieces of your hair.

“Anytime,” His eyes wandered, looking over every inch of your body. He studied every curve of your body, the way your tits sat perfectly in that tight dress. He felt so worked up as his eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips. You noticed and moved in closer to him. "Do it," Your voice was soft as his eyes darted to meet yours, he was a bit surprised that you caught him. He placed his hand on the side of your face gently as he kissed you. His gentle lips were soft and needy as he pulled you in closer to him.

You held onto his shoulders as he pulled you to sit on his lap. His tongue moved in sync with yours as you had your arms loosely wrapped around his neck. You pulled away, putting your forehead on his to let you both catch your breath. "I got my lipstick on you," You started to wipe it off with your thumb as a smirk crept onto his face. "Can it go somewhere else?" He gave you such a suggestive look, making your stomach backflip.

"Oh yeah?" Your voice was low but playful as you leaned to whisper in his ear. "And where is that?" You playfully unbuttoned his shirt. He moved you carefully, making you giggle a bit as he leaned to whisper in your ear this time. "I want to see those beautiful lips wrapped around my cock," He was forward, not wanting to play with you. He stood up as your eyes followed him. "I can make that happen," You murmured.

He threw his shirt off, and then his pants followed within moments of you agreeing. You looked at the length that was being compressed in his boxers. He pulled it out, looking at you as you sat on the couch. Your eyes stayed locked on his cock. He was bigger than you expected, but you weren't going to complain. You wrapped your hand around his thick base and started to move it. Twisting and moving it up and down. Soft groans escaped from his lips as you put his cock in your mouth.

He pressed his lips together, loving the feeling of the warmth your mouth gave him. "You're such a pretty girl," He breathed. Your eyes connected with his as you swirled your tongue around his tip. "Fuck yes," He groaned under his breath. You kept your pace as your cheeks hollowed against his length. The warmth of your mouth made him moan. He watched your head bob up and down as your hand still worked on jerking him from the base of his length.

He pursed his lips, not wanting to cum just yet. He tangled his fingers in your hair. "Get on the couch," His voice was gentle as you pulled away from him. He helped you stand up and kissed your reddened lips. "Sit," You sat down on the couch like he told you to. He pushed your stomach lightly to have you lie down. He kissed your lips, biting down carefully as he reached under your dress and pulled your panties down. Throwing them somewhere in your living room.

He smirked to himself as he felt your wetness. You shivered a bit at the feeling as he pushed his middle finger in gently, moving his finger slowly before pulling out to rub your sensitive bud. You moaned against his lips as he moved his finger carefully, not wanting to overwhelm your body with his touch.

His fingers played with your wetness, moving from your soaking wet cunt to your swollen clit. Every motion had you moaning out. "J-Jeonghan," You stuttered as he smirked, placing kisses on every available place of your body. His fingers moved in a come-hither motion. "That feels so fucking good," You mewled out. He loved hearing your words of encouragement as he continued.

His foreplay was sending you into a deep state of euphoria as he watched you. "Do you want to go further?" He wanted to make sure you actually wanted to fuck and not just play with each other for now. "Yes," You couldn't help but plead. "I want your cock in me so bad, Jeonghan," You were begging him at this point as he moved his fingers away from you. He grabbed his pants off the floor and opened his wallet. Grabbing the gold foil and ripping it open, he slid on the rubber from inside.

"Are you okay with riding?" He spoke so sweetly as he sat down next to you. You nodded at him as you slid off your dress. He stared at your figure in awe as you moved to hover over him. "Take your time," His voice was gentle as you nodded, slowly sinking onto his length. Moans slipped out of your mouth as he groaned, feeling your tight opening wrap around him.

His hands placed themselves on your hips as you slowly started to move. He grunted as you slowly rolled your hips against him, feeling your walls adjust to him. "You're doing so fucking good." He couldn't help but praise you, and it was helping as your pace picked up as you bounced on him. He watched your tits for a moment before pulling you in closer to him, taking one of him in his mouth as he flicked your nipple with his tongue.

"Oh fuck, Jeonghan," You whimpered as he continued; his tongue started to swirl around your nipple as you groaned, and he moved to the other side of your chest to repeat the same actions. He held your ass before taking control of the pacing for you. His cock pushed deeper inside you. His thrusts were more desperate than yours were as they made you cry out his name.

"You like that baby?" He smirked a bit as your cheeks deepened in color at the sudden pet name. "Fuck yes," You purred. The sound of your thighs hitting filled the room, and his thrusts started to become pounds as you cursed and yelled out his name. "God, you're so fucking perfect," His grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging into your skin. Your moans grew louder as he covered your mouth. "We wouldn't want a noise complaint, would we?" His eyes were dark and full of lust as you bit your lip.

He removed his hand from your face and placed it on the nape of your neck, pulling you into him as he kissed you. His saliva spreading on your lips from his sloppiness. He watched your expression for a moment as he pulled away. "I'm going to fucking cum, Jeonghan," Your eyes rolled back as he continued to move his hips into you. "Do it for me, babe," He cooed.

You felt your body dissolve into pleasure as your walls spasmed against his dick. He groaned as he pulled you in closer, biting your shoulder lightly as his cock twitched inside as he climaxed. You felt his grip on you loosen a bit as he panted. "You're so beautiful," He looked at you, his hair sticking to his forehead as he smiled up at you. "You felt so good; I'm sorry I took over," He apologized as he fixed your hair and then put his hand on your cheek.

"It's okay," You blushed. "I liked it better when you started fucking me," You admitted smiling a bit. "I also didn't mean to take you out to dinner and fuck right after the first date." He laughed a bit shortly. "I wasn't planning on it either," You confessed to him. "But it was a heat of the moment thing, and I think both of us enjoyed it. Or at least I did," You smiled at him as he nodded quickly. "I enjoyed it a lot,"

You got off of him and walked to your bedroom to grab yourself some clothes. You walked out and saw he had already put his pants and shirt back on. "I'm going to go home, okay?" He looked over at you. You checked the time on your stove and saw it was eleven thirty. "Alright, thank you for dinner and everything, Jeonghan. I'd love to go out again," You smiled up at him as he nodded. "I'll text you," He kissed your cheek as he walked out.

Once he got home, he saw Seungkwan waiting for him. "How was your date?" Seungkwan looked over as Jeonghan tossed his keys on the counter. "It was good. I had a really, really good time, and I think she did too." He looked through the mail on the counter as Seungkwan studied him, seeing his disheveled hair that was sticking to his forehead. "Did you guys just have dinner?" He questioned.

Jeonghan rolled his eyes as he responded. "Yep. Dinner, and she invited me to her place afterward," Seungkwan nodded. “Are you seeing her again?" Jeonghan nodded in response. “I'd love to. She's perfect, so I want to keep seeing her." He finally looked over at him.

Y/N: I hope you made it home safely! I really appreciate everything from tonight. Would you like to go and see a new movie that comes out next week? I'm off Thursday and Saturday.

Jeonghannie: I would love to! Thursday is the only day I don't have class, so that would be perfect.

Y/N: See you then

Jeonghan smiled as he put his phone away. "I'm heading to bed, night Seungkwan." He walked to his room and shut the door behind him.

You spent your days counting down in between each date the two of you had. It took Jeonghan a bit, but he finally, as Seungkwan would say, "Grew a pair" and asked you out.

The two of you grew inseparable, and you became close with Seungkwan, too. Once you moved in the three of you ended up doing a lot together. When they were having cram sessions you’d always make sure to come home with coffees to give them. Jeonghan felt so lucky to have you in his life, especially at that moment. He sat in his chair, looking around at the stadium full of people.

"Welcome, families and graduates," the dean's soft voice said as he spoke into the microphone that didn’t help his voice reach the whole stadium. He continued his speech about the college, and the ceremony began. You searched the chairs from high up, trying to see if you could find Jeonghan. The list of names went on and on.

Y/N: I can't find you :(

You sent your message and kept looking around.

Jeonghannie: I'm three rows in front of the last. Middle of the row!

He looked down and searched. His mahogany-shaded hair didn't stand out from the crowd, but once he started moving, you could spot him, seeing the yellow top of his cap.

Y/N: I see you, pookie <3

Jeonghannie: I can't see you :( That's unfair

Y/N: Wait until after ;)

He smiled at your message and put his phone away, as his name was close to being called.

"Yoon Jeonghan," The dean called out as Jeonghan shook his hand. Holding the diploma close and taking his photo op with the dean and others from the administration.

You cheered for him, watching as he looked around and finally made eye contact with you. He smiled so brightly as he sat back down in his seat.

Y/N: Look at my smart, handsome, and perfect graduate boyfriend!

You giggled as you sent your message with a picture you took of him.

Jeonghannie: God, I love you

You smiled at his message as you waited for the ceremony to wrap up, it took another forty minutes but once they announced the last name and thanked everyone you made your way out of the stadium. Then, you walked out to the main campus and waited for him with a bouquet of crimson carnations that coordinated with the school's colors. You looked around eagerly, waiting for him.

You heard his laugh as he spoke with someone else, and your face lit up when you saw him. You let a few people pass before you ran up, practically jumping into his arms, and he held you. "I'm so proud of you," Your voice was gentle as you spoke into his ear, kissing his cheek as he squeezed you a bit. He kissed your nose and smiled. "I love you so much, Y/N,"

You watched as he pulled away from the hug. You held the flowers and smiled at him. Your expression became a bit confused as he got on one knee, pulling a box out of his pocket.

"Like every day, I want to make it about us, not just me or you. I want to be with you every day for the rest of our lives. I love you more than I could even put into words, Y/N," You watched as he took a deep breath and opened the box. "Will you marry me?" Your mouth was left agape as you stared at the beautiful rock he was holding out to you. You realized you didn't say anything and smiled at him. "Yes, absolutely." Happy tears came down your face as he stood up, sliding the ring on your finger gently before placing a kiss on your lips.

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Newly added to the Shelf by @kpopflowerfield "Upgrade | yjw"

Upgrade | yjw

ღ pairing: ex-bf!jungwon x business worker fem! reader

ღ word count: 4k

ღ genre: angst, smut and fluff ending

ღ rating: nsfw, mdni

ღ networks: @k-vanity @k-library

ღ warnings: drinking, cussing, unprotected sex (wrap up), choking, dom! jungwon, tit worship, pet names (good girl,baby) oral (m. receiving), a spot of throat fucking, very rough sex

ღ summary: you and jungwon broke up a while ago, so why is he suddenly texting you at 2am?

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Seven months. It's been seven months since you and Jungwon called it quits on your relationship and since you both decided non-contact was the best way to go since you were beyond heartbroken to end your relationship with him, but it wasn't with malice. You just got a new job offer, and he wasn't willing to leave his job and follow you to another country as you pursued your career. You were a numbers person, too; sixty percent do succeed long distance, but you wanted to avoid ending up relying on calls and texts to make it work; you needed skinship and intimacy, and you couldn't do that over a call.

It took you a while to have two feet on solid ground, but it was coming together. Your fancy new place abroad with your big title of account executive. Everything was running smoothly for you. That's why waking up in the middle of the night to a faint buzz from your nightstand left you confused about whether it was part of your dream. "Jungwon?" You mumbled, rubbing your eyes as if you were clearing them from debris and rereading the message.

Yang Jungwon: I don't mean to break the non-contact agreement we came up with, but I wanted to know if there was a way we could meet again. I just want to sit down and talk; I feel like we left on a sour note.

You rolled your eyes and placed your phone back down on your nightstand. You tried to fall back asleep but couldn't. The realization that Jungwon actually texted you out of the blue and asked to meet up kept you tossing and turning all night. You scratched your head as your alarm went off. You sat up and began debating, responding. But the no-contact you agreed on was already broken, so what was the harm?

Y/N: Hey, I'm willing to meet up if we want to have a simple conversation. On Thursday, I'll be in town for a presentation.

Yang Jungwon: Sounds perfect. Just tell me where to meet you.

You sent the address and thought for a moment. You did regret ending the relationship with him some days, but then the days when you worked from seven in the morning until eight at night came, and you didn't regret it. You wouldn't be able to have your relationship through text if you couldn't even pick up your phone to begin with. It wouldn't be fair to either of you to say you were dating when you would rarely get a chance to talk. Accepting his offer of seeing him again did feel right, though. Just being able to see his face again made your heart heat a little.

The three days in between his message and when you were getting on your flight passed by quickly. When you told Jungwon to meet you, part of you started to wonder if he would ghost you and not show. You sat down at the bar, looking around and ordering yourself a cocktail as you waited. "Y/N?" you heard that familiar voice calling your name as you turned and looked at him. The once obsidian-colored hair had changed into a honey blonde, but other than that, there were no changes to Jungwon that you could see. He sat down next to you, a faint smile on his face. "How have you been?" He questioned as you tucked a few strands of your hair behind your ear.

"I've been good," You nodded and took a sip of your drink. "Not much has changed. I've been traveling a lot. But that's the job," You smiled at him. "What's new with you?" You watched as he took a sip of the drink that he had ordered. "Not much. I'm still at the same job, but I can't complain. The only change I've made in the past seven months was my hair color," He ruffled his hair, trying to think. A silence crept over until you spoke up. "Can I ask you to do something?" You looked at him, a sudden seriousness twisted in your words that were friendly banter before as he nodded softly. "What?" He looked at you, trying not to overthink the change in your tone. You swallowed before you started. "I know there were a lot of lies before I left. Please don't lie to me. Do you hate me for ending it?" You looked over at him.

You never confronted him about the feelings he was hiding from you. You only found out when a few of his friends reached out to you, telling you that he looked lost without you, and it took a lot for him to smile genuinely. You could read the way he couldn't find the words to say; he didn't know that his friends went to you about how he was feeling, nor was he expecting you to remember to ask him months later. "Listen, there's not going to be anything you say that will make me look or feel a different way about you." You wanted to give him the chance to tell you how he felt about what happened, as you never gave him the opportunity before you left. "I did," He nodded, taking another sip. "But, I'm over it now. It makes sense to do what you did. I wasn't willing to move, and your job is too demanding, so keeping a stable relationship would be hard." He looked at you, a soft smile still gracing his lips as you nodded in response. His eyes never left you.

"You're so beautiful," He looked at you, studying every feature. You laughed at him, hearing the way his words subtly slurred. He was on his third Jack and Coke, so it was hard to take his words seriously. "I'm not kidding." His bottom lip stuck out as he pouted at you. "Yeah, yeah," You laughed at him again, finishing up your drink and ordering another. "I just need one more chance with you." He sighed; you stared at him, seeing him spaced out, and you didn't know how to respond. "What do you mean?" You questioned, taking a sip of your drink. "I mean one last chance. I miss you," He sighed. Your cheeks flushed as you listened to him. "I've missed you too," You confessed, your voice small as you said it out loud for the first time.

The last few words left awkwardness lingering over the two of you. Jungwon sighed a bit as he finished the water he switched to. "Well, it's getting late," He checked the time on his watch. "It was nice to see you," He smiled. "Maybe we'll see each other again?" You nodded a bit, feeling him put something under your hand that was resting on the bar. You watched him walk away and towards the elevator. You looked at the card he had slid under your hand, a bit puzzled as you were expecting him to walk out the door to go to his place and enjoy the night with some friends.

Jungwon: I truly meant one more chance, btw. I'm in room 1103

You stared at the message on your phone. You pursed your lips, thinking of what to do. You were drinking, so your judgment was clouded. But god, did he look good, even better than when you left. You put your hand over your face, rubbing your temples. 'Fuck it, it's just one night,' Your thought was loud and clear as you stood up and made your way to the elevator holding Jungwon's room key close.

You knocked on the door lightly and tapped the card, hearing the door unlock. "One more chance, right?" You looked at him so seductively, making his heart skip a beat. He wasn't actually sure if you'd come to the hotel room to see him. He also wasn't expecting to hear that tone of yours anytime soon, but he was delighted to see your face in front of him. "It was so hard not to take you up here on my own," His voice matched that sweet, seductive tone that you had as he backed you up against the door until he heard it click shut.

Your eyes were locked with his as he stared at you like you were going to be his last meal, his eyes darting around, reading your expression and studying every part of your body he was able to. His hand cupped your face as he kissed you. Hungrily biting your lip and pulling at it, you moaned softly. His hand traveled from your cheek to your throat. Your eyes widened with excitement as he put light pressure on your throat. A moan escaped your lips as he let go. "Fuck, Jungwon," You let out softly; it had been a while since you last felt him do that. It still turns you on every time, and by the look in his eyes as he does it, you can tell it still turns him on, too.

He let his hands travel down your sides until they were gripping your hips tightly. His wet, sloppy kisses traveled down your neck, his fingers teasing their way up your sides, sending shivers through your body as he stopped at the collar of your shirt, lightly tugging. "How about we take this off?" He teased as you nodded quickly. He pulled at the shirt, watching the buttons pop open as he pulled it off of your body. He stared at your chest. His eyes turned dark with lust as he saw that black-laced bra that he'd always loved. "You're so gorgeous, fuck baby,"

His hands moved to your back, grabbing the clasp to your bra as he leaned down and kissed you, his tongue playing with your bottom lip as you kissed him back. He tossed your bra somewhere in the room as he grabbed your tits, kneading them gently. Just his touch was enough for you to elicit a moan. The cool air from the AC he had blasting made your nipples harden. Jungwon smirked against your lips as he felt the pebbled flesh under his hands. He pinched your nipples lightly, making you gasp as he kissed down your body, taking your chest in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hardened peaks, and sucking on it lightly, his teeth grazing them, making your breath hitch. Your moans were quiet and breathy as he kissed your breasts. Your fingers tangled in his hair as he played with your pants, unbuttoning them.

You pushed them down, then pulled at the jacket he was wearing. He pushed it off, tossing it in the same direction as your bra. You pulled away from him, getting on your knees in front of him and pulling at the zipper of his pants. He unbuttoned them and pulled them down with his boxers. His cock was pointing straight towards your mouth, which began to salivate. "Be a good girl and suck it for me," He looked down at you as you stared into his eyes, not wanting to break eye contact with him. Your pussy was throbbing from the idea of having him again. You wrapped your hand around him, getting him as hard as you could before your lips parted, taking him in your mouth. The familiar taste of his salty precum met your tongue. You swirled your tongue around his sensitive head as he groaned.

Your head bobbed up and down as you slowly took more of him, letting him hit the back of your throat before you gagged, making saliva run down from the corners of your lips. "Careful baby, don't choke," He stammered, watching your plump lips take all of him that you could. He bit his lip, loving the feeling of your perfect mouth wrapped around him again. "God, I forgot how fucking good you are at this," His grunts covered up the noises of you slobbering all over his cock. His hand traveled to the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair as he started to move your head on his own, using your pretty little mouth like a fuckhole for his pleasure. Tears welled in your eyes as you choked on him, gagging at the aggressiveness of the thrusts he was giving your mouth.

Your hands moved and grabbed his thighs, creating resistance from his thrusts into your mouth as he pulled out. "I forgot how good your mouth felt, baby; I didn't mean to do so much," His voice was gentle as you panted; your lips were swollen and glossy from the saliva that was previously wrapped around his cock. You nodded and looked at him, your eyes locked together. "I think I need you to remind me how good you fuck me," You smiled innocently as he stared hungrily into your doe eyes. "I think you need to get up then," He smirked, putting his hand out for you.

You took it as he carefully picked you up and off the ground. You followed his lead as he had you sit on the bed. He kissed you gently before holding your hips and turning you around. "Just like before, love, arch your back for me," He whispered in your ear from behind, making you shudder as you did as he said. Placing your forearms on the bed carefully and raising your ass in the air. His tip teased your soaking wet slit making your hips jerk backward, just wanting him inside without being teased. You heard a chuckle before your breath hitched, and you felt his cock burying deep inside your body.

Your walls clenched around him as he groaned, feeling your tight cunt adjust to his size. The deep, quick thrust was enough for you to cry out his name. Each thrust inside of you was desperate and hungry. He missed your pussy, and there was no denying it. His strokes never started or ended gently as his hips jackhammered into yours. "F-fuck Jungwon," You sobbed out at the intense pressure he was creating shockwaves go through your body. "Fuck, this pussy is so good," He continued with his erratic thrusts loving the sounds of you crying out for him and the feeling of your walls convulse around him. He grunted as his skin slapped against yours. You were gripped around his twitching cock as your body started to slump. "You gotta stay up for me, baby," He grabbed your hips, holding them up for himself. "It's just s-so much," You whimpered.

"J-jungwon," You stuttered as he smirked. "I love watching you take all of it so deep." He smacked your ass, sending a stinging pain through your body, making you whine out. "I love seeing it buried inside of you," He growled. Each stroke was sending you closer to your edge. "I-I'm so close," You sputtered as his relentless tempo didn't stop. Your walls were contracting against his rock-hard cock. "Cum for me, baby," His order sent shudders through your body as your moans grew louder from the brutal pace. You groaned as he buried his cock in you, making you hit your peak. He pulled out quickly, painting your back with his cum as he panted, pumping out everything he could. Your knees buckled as you collapsed on the bed, breathing hard.

You felt him get off the bed and go to the bathroom, grabbing a washcloth and cleaning his mess off of you. You rolled over and looked at him. His eyes looked a bit heavy from the exhaustion of fucking your brains out. He pulled the covers back and laid down next to you, gesturing for you to cuddle up next to him.

You moved and placed your head on his chest as he looked at you. "One more chance, right?" He looked down at you as you laughed tiredly against his chest. "That's what I've missed about us. The connection we had. Not just sexually but emotionally as well," He played with your hair as you moved your head away from his chest to look at him. "I've missed you, and I really want you back in my life, Y/N; I really never stopped loving you. We've always just made sense together." You held your eyes shut for a moment, taking in what he was saying. "Are you confessing after fucking me?" Your demeanor changed as you moved your body off of his.

"Come on, Y/N, it has nothing to do with us fucking; I wanted to say that since I saw you at that bar, but I didn't want you to run off," He looked at you as he sat up. "No, Jungwon, we might have made sense in the past, but not anymore. We're on two different paths. You're happy here and don't want to leave. I'm happy to have new experiences in different countries and get paid to visit these places. That's why I broke up with you. It just doesn't make sense to torture ourselves with desperation, waiting for the chance to see each other whenever we have the chance."

Jungwon looked at you as you got out of bed. "Please, Y/N, we can make it work. I know it isn't as easy, but I beg you to at least try it with me. I know what you're worth. But if you'll be mine, we can keep the idea of us being long-distance optional." You shook your head at him. "Trust me, it was for the best that we split." You walked over to collect your clothes, which had been thrown off and scattered around the room. "Just keep it in mind, please," He sighed. You looked at him and bit the inside of your cheek. "I'll think about it," He nodded as you got yourself dressed. "Please do," He watched every movement you were making.

You reached into your pant pocket, took out the room key, and placed it on his nightstand. "Here's this, don't want to forget it," You chuckled as he looked at it. "Thanks. Wouldn't want to get a silly charge for a missing key," He stared at it and exhaled. "Well, I'm going to get going," You looked at him, seeing the hair sticking to his forehead, and smiled softly. "I hope you enjoy the rest of your night," You walked out and shut the door gently behind you.

You walked to your room and immediately sat down in your bed before pulling out your laptop and tweaking your presentation. You were confident about it but still wanted to make a few adjustments to make everything run smoothly for yourself. When you presented it, it seemed like your mind was elsewhere. Every point you had to make felt like some foreign concept you weren't even familiar with. The idea of doing a presentation like this and being able to text Jungwon right after and going home and being able to call him and hear his voice felt so comforting. Maybe it wasn't the end of the world to try long distance; he was your first love, and even though you denied it, there still is a connection between the two of you that won't fizzle away. Once the meeting was closed, you walked out quickly and pulled out your phone.

Y/N: You've been on my mind all day. Especially what you said, I fear that we'll rekindle and have another breakup, and even though I'm the one who initiated it, I was heartbroken. It took a few months for me to be myself again. It's nothing against you. I just want what's best for both of us. I was scared of the distance, and I thought breaking up was the best thing for me to do to keep both of us from hurting and giving myself a clean slate to work with when I moved. I do still love you. I'm just scared of hurting us again.

Jungwon: Let's meet again at the same hotel and at the same time. We can talk in person instead of sending texts.

You groaned to yourself. It was easier to say the words over messages than in the moment where you had to come up with the words right there on the spot. You wanted to be able to think before every word that you wanted to say to him, but he was better with words in person than over text. It felt silly to try and argue with your side of wanting to send messages. You held your head but then let him know that you were willing to meet him. You paced around your room for a few moments before you walked down to the hotel bar, at the time you agreed to meet, and waited for him. You ordered yourself a drink, deciding to stick to water this time, not wanting to end up in bed with him again before being able to finish your conversation.

"Hey, stranger," He smiled at you cheerfully as he sat down next to you. "Hey," You smiled softly, watching him as he ordered himself a drink. "So you wanted to talk?" You looked at him as he nodded. "What made you text all of that?" He questioned as you took a sip of the water. "You told me to think of it as optional, and I wanted to explain why I'm not sure if I could even consider it an option," You avoided eye contact with him. Not wanting to look him in the eye as you confessed. "Listen, Y/N," He reached to your hand that rested on the bar and held it carefully.

"I'm not rushing anything," His voice was gentle. "I just love you, and I need you to know that. I want to give us another chance. I'm willing to make the move to be with you and have you by my side. I know I don't have to move, but seriously, Y/N, if you'll be mine…" He seemed to trail off as you stared at his hand. "Well, keep it optional," You laughed lightheartedly, repeating what he said just a day before.

You smiled softly, hearing his light giggle. "I'm sorry," he let go of your hand softly. "I really shouldn't have brought you down here to keep begging for a relationship that you don't want." He moved his hand away from you and closer to himself as you quickly grabbed it yourself. You held his hand tightly. "Are you actually willing to move to be with me?" You raised an eyebrow at him as he nodded quickly. "I would do anything to have a chance to be with you again." He looked at you, his eyes filled with admiration. "Y/N," He started.

"Listen, Jungwon, I know I've sounded negative, but I have realized that I missed you, and sitting here with you has been my favorite thing for the past two days. I'm willing to try long distances with you, but I don't want to make you move away for the sake of keeping me. That wasn't fair to you," You cut him off, expressing your thoughts that you were holding onto. He smiled at you, a sparkle in his eyes. "I'm willing to move with you. Wherever you go, I'm coming too." You looked at him, surprised, as he grinned. "Whenever and wherever we end up, I want to be with you. I love you, Y/N," He took your hand and kissed it as you smiled at him. "I love you, Jungwon, but I feel awful making you give up where you're comfortable just to be with me," He quickly shushed you and smiled. "I'm thinking of it as an upgrade in our relationship. Seven months is a lot longer than it seems, and I would say that we both have grown." You leaned over and kissed his cheek. "I like that idea," a blush crept onto your cheeks as you smiled at him.

[k-library]

Newly added to the Shelf by @kpopflowerfield "Tick Tock | kys & jyh"

TICK TOCK | kys & jyh

ღ pairing: business! yeosang x fem!reader

roommate/coworker! yunho x fem!reader

ღ word count: 11.2k

ღ genre: angst, smut and some fluff at the end

ღ rating: nsfw MDNI

ღ warnings: cursing, rough sex, pet names such as baby, good girl, my love, reader sends nudes, oral sex! (f receiving), hair pulling(reader pulling yeo’s), yeo is a bit sadistic, teasing, dom! yeosang, unprotected sex(don’t do that), mention and description of infidelity, breakup, reader has a bit of a breakdown

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ღ summary: Reader is in a stable relationship with Yeosang until he messes up. Creating massive change making reader breakdown until your coworker Yunho is there to help.

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Yeosang stretched out as he woke up, yawning loud enough to make you shift in bed from the noise he was making. "Good morning," he smiled at you and kissed your cheek. He didn't mean to wake you, but he couldn't help but be delighted to see your face. A tired smile formed on your face as he got out of bed, grabbing his clothes before heading to the bathroom to take his shower. 

You sat up, rubbing your eyes. You wanted more sleep desperately, but it wasn't worth it to you. Falling back into your REM cycle would take too long for you to enjoy your sleep fully. Yeosang walked out of the bathroom, towel-drying his hair as you watched him. His shirt was sticking to his defined abdomen. To say you were taking a peek was an understatement. Yeosang laughed as he noticed you, and you blushed. "Hey, it's not fair that you look this good in the morning, especially after a shower," You huffed a bit as he laughed a bit more. "You look even better," He spoke with such a flirty tone. 

You wanted to grab him and absolutely ravage him with the way he looked and the deep voice he was speaking in. Your mind was elsewhere as he was talking to you now. You couldn't focus on the words he was saying. Your mind was on the idea of being wrapped around him. "Baby?" He called out as you looked up. "Yes?" You smiled innocently; the bright red color that had taken over your cheeks gave you up immediately. "I'm going to work now," He walked to your side of the bed and planted a kiss on your lips. "Have a good day," You pulled away from him as he fixed his jacket and walked out.

You got up for the day and cleaned up, even if it was a bit unwillingly. Even though he left hours ago, you were still thinking about the way he looked that morning. You could feel how tense your body was as if it was waiting for Yeosang to come to relax and unravel you. You lay down in your bed once you finished with your tasks. You turned on a TV show to watch, just as background noise as you picked one of the many books you kept saying you were going to read. It only took about twenty minutes of reading before you lost interest and started to pay attention to the show you turned on instead.

You checked the time and walked to the bathroom to take a shower since you didn't have anything else to do. You heard your phone buzz against the marble counter as you got out of the shower, wrapping yourself in a towel. You picked it up and smiled at Yeosang's text. Every day, he sent you one, so you knew he was leaving work and heading home to you, it was like your own little routine. You texted him back, letting him know you couldn't wait to see him and following up with a photo of you; you didn't want to reveal too much to him. Just enough to make him excited for what you had planned. 

You quickly dried your hair and lit a few candles in your bedroom for mood lighting. You looked around, trying to find something you could wear. As you dug through your drawer full of lingerie, you decided it was too much to find something to put on, only for Yeosang to look at what you were wearing for only a few minutes before he took it off of your body. You settled on changing your towel for a dry one as you lay down on your bed. You knew what Yeosang liked and the usual responses to positions he would have you lay in, so you made sure to pose yourself in the way he liked. 

You heard the door open and shut, the sound of his shoes flying off as he came into your room, smirking. You knew that you turned him on just the right amount. "I see you're already in position for me, baby," You nodded, "Of course I am; I wouldn't want to make your work any harder," A sweetness was in your voice mixed with the sultryness. "Good girl," He rasped out  climbing on top of you to kiss you roughly. You could tell how satisfied he was with your responses as he crouched down on the side of the bed, reaching up and yanking your hips to meet his face. "Let's just take this off of you then, baby," He bit his lip; it was like he was playing with your patience. Seeing how far he could go before you started begging and whining for him. He pushed the towel off of you and spread your legs. 

"Such a pretty pussy," He mumbled softly. His finger started to tease your slit. You couldn't help but let out a soft whimper of desperation as he smirked at you. He moved his hand away from you as he made his fingers wet with his saliva. He looked up at you, seeing your hips shift out of neediness. He already knew how badly you wanted him to touch you, and the way you were moving for him only made his own hunger grow. 

He started to rub his finger around the area of your clit, not touching it just yet, just to see you squirm before he actually began to move his finger on you. You moaned out as soon as he started to rub his finger in gentle circles. The pleasure took over immediately. "You're such a good girl," His eyes were glued to your body, watching every movement you made. He leaned down, placing a kiss on your now soaking-wet cunt. He moaned against you and pushed his tongue inside of you. You cried out, reaching down to grab his hair.

He smirked at your movements as you pulled gently. The contrast of his tongue darting in and out of you and his finger still moving in soft circles around your clit was sending you into euphoria. "Yeosang," You moaned out; it was almost inaudible from how breathy you were. Your noises fueled him. He was so meticulous and always wanted to make you feel good. But to you, it seemed like every time he decided to eat you out, it was getting better and better. 

You tugged at his hair as his tongue moved up to your clit. He sucked on it lightly, swirling his tongue around as he moaned against you. Your back arched as you moaned out his name desperately, almost begging for him to just fuck you. He smirked to himself as he moved away. His sudden absence made you sit up a bit. He stripped off his clothing and then looked at you. "Back up a bit," His words weren't harsh, but they were a bit demanding. You backed up a bit as he grabbed some pillows, placing them so they'd be under your hips. He kissed your chest carefully, leaving little bites here and there as you laid down for him. 

He got himself situated and then started to tease you, rubbing his tip on you and moving up and down your opening. You shifted a bit, almost as if you were trying to put his hard cock in you on your own. He bit his lip and carefully pushed in. His arms were above you as he held onto the bed frame to keep himself steady as he pushed his whole length inside of you. The pressure he was creating in your body made you moan out. "Y-Yeosang," You sounded so desperate. "Yeah?" He responded in such a cocky, almost sarcastic way, as if he didn't know why you were moaning out his name. His thrusts into you were leaving you at a loss for words. 

Each pound to your pussy was making your chest bounce, which was a view Yeosang loved to watch whenever he had you in missionary. Your legs wrapped around his waist, making him smirk, knowing he was pleasing you. Whenever you did that, he knew your orgasm was close. He kept his speed and pace as much as he could. He knew switching it up this late into it would be a mistake, and you wouldn't get the pleasure he craved for you to have. He looked down at your face, watching it contort with pleasure. "Cum for me," He practically growled out at you. 

You could only moan in response to his words. The knot in your stomach felt tighter until you felt it unravel. Your pussy wrapped around him a bit tighter as you reached your climax. His cock was throbbing, and you loved the feeling of it as he kept going. "Where should I finish?" He asked you, not knowing if you'd want to swallow or let him paint you. "In me," You let out breathlessly. His eyes widened a bit at your suggestion. It turned him on more than he even thought it would as he sped up a bit. Going at a pace a bit faster to make himself reach his climax. 

He groaned a bit as he pushed into you as deep as he could. He threw his head back as you felt him start to fill you with his seed. You quivered at the feeling. Beginning to close your hips before he could even pull out. He panted as he looked down at you. You watched him, just in awe of how good he made you feel. He leaned down, his body pressing on top of you as his lips met yours. Yeosang couldn't help but smile in satisfaction against your lips. Yours pressed against him, deepening the kiss and making it a bit more passionate until he pulled away. "I'm gonna pull out now, okay?" He looked down at you as you nodded. 

Your lips pressed together as he pulled out. He walked to the bathroom quickly and grabbed wipes, cleaning you up and himself. He kissed your forehead with a smile. "I'm gonna start the shower for you, okay?"

You sat up. "Don't you want to join me?" You looked at him, raising your eyebrow as he laughed at you. "Who would I be to say no?" He looked over at you from the bathroom. You made your way over to him and couldn't stop yourself from looking. Your eyes shifted as you stared at him, admiring every part of his body. 

He waved his hand in front of you for your attention, making you laugh at his actions. "Sorry, I was just taking in the view," You smiled at him as he shook his head. "Come get in the shower, It's nice and warm," 

You climbed in after him, clipping your up hair right before sighing in relief, feeling the water hit your back. He couldn't help himself from staring at you. Your state of bliss made him feel at peace. He always promised you that he would provide for your every need, no matter what it was. "You're perfect," He cooed. Your cheeks flushed as you looked at him. "I could say the same about you," You retorted a bit, almost as if you were making it a competition. 

He leaned down to kiss your forehead. "Can I get some of the water now?" He looked at you as you stood under the shower head, just wanting to enjoy the warm water as you washed yourself up. You didn't even realize you were taking all of it for yourself. You moved carefully, almost pushing him to be under the shower head. "I'm sorry! It should still be warm," You reassured him. He nodded and reached down, turning it up a little bit. He made you feel bad enough for hogging all the water. He didn't want to tell you that you also used up the hot water he started the shower with. 

"Oh, how was work today?" You smiled, realizing you didn't quite get the chance to ask him earlier. "Good," he nodded, turning the water off as he got out and grabbed both of you a towel. You followed after him, taking the towel carefully and wrapping it around yourself. "I actually have a business trip I have to go on," he looked over at you.

You always hated it when he left for a trip. You didn't have any fears of him cheating, but all you wanted was for him to be nearby. "Where to?" Your voice got smaller than it was moments ago as he smiled softly. "New York, I think it's only three days," Your anxiety kicked in a bit, he never left Korea for a business and trip and now he’s going across the world.

You nodded to yourself, trying to calm your nerves. "When do you leave?" you asked, watching as he walked out of the bathroom. Your eyes were locked onto his back muscles, watching how they moved when he grabbed his shirt off the hanger. "In two days," he put the shirt on and got the rest of himself dressed. 

You sauntered over to your closet. Putting on one of your many nightgowns that were purchased for you over the years. You spaced out a bit as you changed, his arms wrapped around your torso as he planted a gentle kiss on the back of your neck. "Are you hungry, my love?" His words slipped through your trance as you turned your head a bit to look up at him. "Yeah, I can make us something," You smiled softly at him as he let go of you. Playfully smacking your butt as you walked towards the kitchen. 

You were distracting yourself for the next thirty hours to take your mind off the fact that Yeosang was leaving you. It was more of an anxious feeling for yourself, it was a change in your routine but it wasn’t permanent and you needed to remind yourself that. There were also your common fears that everyone had, like being alone in your apartment for a few days without him to hold you close at night. It wasn't that you didn't live in a safe neighborhood, but it was always one of those fears you had in the back of your mind that someone would break into your place in the middle of the night.

You zipped up the duffle bag, turning to hand it to Yeosang. "Thank you, baby." He placed a kiss on your forehead as you nodded. "Be safe. Have a good time. I'll be waiting right here for you." You smiled at him as he nodded. I'll text you as soon as I land, okay, my love?" You barely got out an "okay" as he walked out. 

Your nerves of being alone calmed down; there wasn't any reason for you to be freaking out. You were on the ninth floor, and you always kept your door locked, and you were perfectly safe. Plus, it wasn’t an actual change. He was coming home to you in three days and nothing will have changed. Him being gone gave you more time to do some self-care than before, and you can even restart the book you wanted to read the other day. You grabbed the book off of your nightstand, divulging yourself in the text before you. You couldn't remove yourself from it until you heard your phone buzz. Yeosang had been in meetings all day, so you wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to text him. 

[20:37] Yeo: I love you so much, baby. I can't wait to see you at home. 

[20:53] Yeo: I had only one meeting. You must be busy. I won't bother you too much. I love you.

Your lips curve upwards as you read his message. 

[21:54] Y/N: I love you Yeo! Sorry, I've been reading one of those books I wanted to get to. It's so good! I'll tell you more later. 

You saw a bubble still on the top of your messages as you went and clicked on it, taking you out of the conversation with Yeosang. You were a bit surprised to see a few messages from his coworker, Wooyoung.

[21:03] Jung Wooyoung: I'm so sorry to text you at this time. You need to know something.

[21:05] Jung Wooyoung: Can you call me?

[21:26] Jung Wooyoung: I hate to tell you this way, but I will.

Your eyes scurried over what seemed like worrying messages from Wooyoung. Your fears started to take over as you started to picture an injured Yeosang. You began to type a message, then went to the last text you received from him. Your heart sank, and your fingers halted from the message you were about to send as you stared at your phone.

[21:30] Jung Wooyoung has attached an image

[21:30] Jung Wooyoung: I'm sorry Y/N

Your throat felt tight as you zoomed in on the photo. It couldn't be; Yeosang would never cheat on you. You examined the photo Wooyoung sent you. It was impossible to deny that Yeosang was in the photo making out with a random girl in the bar. Every part of you was telling yourself it wasn't true, but no one had the same birthmark he did. Tears came streaming down your cheeks. You stared at Yeosang's contact. You were trying to get the right words together but didn't even know how to start.

You swallowed, going to a group chat with older friends from school. You didn't keep in touch as much as you guys would've hoped, but you would still message each other with updates here and there. It took a lot of work for you to think about messaging them. They were already weird when they heard about how you've been living with Yeosang. They had nothing against him, but they weren't really on board with the idea of him paying for everything and anything you wanted, giving you a place to live rent-free, and all he would ask for was your love and help around the house. They feared you'd end up trapped if something ever happened, but you didn't want to listen to him. You were sure he was going to the one. 

You bit the inside of your lip, swallowing your pride as you hit send. 

[22:38] Y/N: I'm so sorry to message all of you so late. I've run into a situation. I am still trying to figure out what I should even do. Yeosang left for a business trip to Kyoto. I was myself, and I got worked up because I hate being alone, but I just calmed down earlier after he texted me that he landed. Then, about an hour ago, his coworker started texting me to say that something had happened. I began to think he was dead with the way he was texting. Then he sent me a photo. It was Yeosang. I had been sitting here for thirty minutes, desperately trying to convince myself that it wasn't him. But it was him in the photo with his tongue down a random woman's throat. I genuinely am lost and don't know what I should say to him.

You tearfully sent the message; you weren't even sure you'd get a response until all three of them chimed in. They all gave you the same advice. Get a job. Get stable enough. Then leave. Those three steps started to seem daunting to you. You never imagined this big of a change for yourself. You haven't had a job since you were eighteen. You stopped to focus on school, and then your focus shifted to Yeosang, which put the idea of working so far out of your mind. You needed to figure out how to explain the six-year gap in your resume; it wasn't like you stopped working to take care of children or a family member.

Your heart was beating out of your chest as you went to bed that night. You never pictured yourself working again after he promised you he would take care of you no matter what, but now you had no choice but to take the leap of faith. Yeosang's infidelity made you feel sick to your stomach. Not solely based on his actions but also on your friends' being right. You were trapped in the relationship at this exact moment, which is where their fears started years ago. You needed more than five grand to cover the deposit required for most places in the area, and you didn't want to blow your entire savings account to run away. Plus, you'd need that for actual big emergencies if anything were to happen.

The next day came, and your morning played out the way you had expected it to. You put on the most presentable thing you had in your closet and stared in the mirror for a while, unsure if you were ready to make this huge step. You walked around as many businesses as you could, handing out your application and asking for an interview. Most didn't even bother continuing a conversation with you after seeing such a large gap between your last job and now. 

Every place you went to made your body fill with so much dread. Your feet were hurting from how much you were walking around, and all you wanted at that moment was for a place to sit. You tried to power through the pain until you felt like you couldn't. You sat down on the first bench you could find. You took a deep breath and sighed as you stared up at the sky. 

Involuntarily tears started to fall on your face as you put your head down. Your body shaking ever so slightly from the sobs. You tried to hold your breath to make yourself stop crying, but it only made it feel like your heart was climbing up into your throat. You took some deep breaths and let your body calm down as you checked your phone. 

[11:25] Yeosang: Good morning, sleepy head. I'm in my second meeting today. I'll be home tonight! I can't wait to hear about the book that you read!

Your body filled with so much rage reading his message. You wanted to scream out loud how much you hated him at the moment. Part of you needed to call him and run down a list of as many foul names as you could call him. You wanted to, but you knew you couldn't. You had a plan you needed to follow; you needed to keep yourself level-headed, as if nothing was wrong. You stared at the message.

[11:32] Y/N: Okay! I can't wait to see you later

You shoved your phone into your pocket as you stood up. You made your way back to your place. Until you saw a convenience store with a hiring sign in the window and get ready to walk in. You went to open the door and stopped, checking your reflection in the mirrored handles, making sure your makeup didn't look too messy from your breakdown. You exhaled deeply and pulled down the bottom of your shirt bit. You opened the door and found yourself the manager. Introducing yourself and handing him your resume. 

You watched him anxiously, seeing his eyes follow every word before he put his hand out to you. "You're hired," He smiled as you looked at him, a bit surprised. "I'm sorry," You cleared your throat. "I'm hired?" You couldn't help but question how fast his answer was. "When can you start?" He looked at you. "Monday, anytime from 9:30-4:30," You nodded as he looked at you. He walked to the back, grabbed a piece of paper, and started writing down your hours. "Oh, if possible, can I not work on weekends?" He looked at you disappointed, and you realized how big of a deal breaker it is for you to ask that. "It's okay if I need to," You cleared your throat as his face relaxed a bit. "This is your schedule, and I wrote down your pay." You held the piece of paper quickly and nodded.

"I'll see you Monday. Thank you so much." You walked out shortly after and couldn't help the grin that appeared on your face. You grabbed your phone and clicked on the group message with your friends. 

[13:02] Y/N: I got a job!

You practically skipped back to your place as you saw all your friend's messages congratulating you. You looked at the paper, almost in awe that you were able to find a job in a day. The joy that had filled you disappeared within moments as the door opened. The sound of Yeosang's shoes coming off and the door closing triggered your anger. 

He walked into the bedroom. "I've missed you," he smiled as he saw you lying in your shared bed. He kissed your forehead, his eyes looking at you admiringly. "I missed you too," you forced a smile to appear on your face as he lay next to you. So, how has your day been? How was your book?" he questioned.

Every time he opened his mouth, all you could think about was the photo his coworker sent you. You just wanted him to shut up and never speak to you again, but you knew that wasn't possible. You needed him at that moment, and that's what made you hate him more. "Love?" He looked at you. You looked into his eyes; the adoration he had was so apparent. You looked away quickly. "My book was good. I didn't do much today; I just laid around." You smiled softly. You wanted to tell him you were leaving him and starting your own life without him. You wanted to say to him that he was nothing more than a piece of shit for cheating. You yearned to leave him so desperately, but the way he was looking at you at that moment made your heart hurt. 

If he loved you the way he was looking at you, why would he cheat? You didn't know if he actually went further than making out with her, but you couldn't imagine he didn't. You also were terrified to learn if he did. You stared off, lost in space, as he looked at you. "What are you thinking about?" He pushed a piece of your hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear. His touch made your blood boil. It was so hard for you to bite your tongue. "Nothing," You stood up and walked to the bathroom. You shut and locked the door behind you as you sat on the floor. 

You wanted answers but wanted to avoid asking the questions. The rest of the week, you spent wallowing in your self-pity as you played stupid with him. It was easy to make sure he didn't catch on as he was too focused on what he believed would make you happy. In his mind, though, he was fearing you found out. You managed to keep it a secret that you were working, and it was simple enough. Yeosang left around quarter to nine, and you'd go by 9:15 and be back by 4:30, leaving forty minutes in between you getting home and Yeosang coming home. 

"I'm gonna call out," You heard him from the bedroom. Your ears filled with a high-pitched ringing. He never called out; it was supposed to be perfect. He always went to work, and now you did too. Your secret was about to be blown; that was your biggest fear. You were able to hide it for about a month and a half, and now all that sneaking around was for nothing. "Are you feeling okay?" You called out as he stretched. "I'm just exhausted; I don't think going to work today would be good." You nodded as you changed into one of your work outfits. "Where are you going?" He raised an eyebrow as you looked at him. "I'm going to go shopping. I usually go around this time." 

You smiled so that he could see it before it dropped as you ran off. Your shift was easy today, just stocking and a bit of cashiering. Plus, you got to work with your favorite coworker, Yunho. "What are your plans this evening?" He looked over at you with a smile. He was a ray of sunshine to you. He always seemed to be in a good mood, and you never heard him complain. "Just going home," You smiled as you finished putting away a box of chips. "You never go out, huh?" He looked at you.

You blushed a bit. "Nope," It was a bit sad to admit, but you always played it off as if you were a homebody and not some housewife without the rings. "What about you?" You looked over at him. "I'm going home too, just to play some games." He wiped down the counter as he spoke. "You always do that, don't you?" You laughed a bit as his blush formed. "Listen, it's fun! Plus, I play with people around the world, so I'm socializing," He came up with some excuses as you shook your head, laughing at him a bit. 

You looked around for something else to do. After a few moments of looking around, you realized Yunho had completed everything with you and pulled out your phone. 

[10:56] Yeosang: What are you buying?

You bit your lip as you thought of what to say. You still had five more hours to your shift, and there weren't many excuses you could come up with. 

[11:27] Y/N: A lot of window shopping! Just seeing what's around. 

You hope your excuse was enough for him not to question why you weren't home for so long and the gaps in your responses. "Wow, look at this slacker," Yunho teased you as you whined, putting your phone away. "I am not a slacker; maybe you are," You huffed as he laughed. "Maybe we're both slackers," you thought for a moment and then agreed. You looked at the wall of cigarettes behind you. "Do we have more to stock?"

Yunho shushed you. "Just stand here," he smiled as you stood next to him. You checked your phone to see it ringing, staring at the caller ID. "Hello?" you answered. "Can you come home? I'm not feeling that well." You swallowed. "Ah, okay. Do you need anything?" You responded to him; your voice fell flat as he said no. Yunho observed you as he saw your demeanor change quickly. You hung up and made eye contact with Yunho.

"Are you okay?" He asked as you nodded. "I'm so sorry to have to do this to you, but I need to go home. There's something I have to do." You smiled weakly at him as he nodded. He looked concerned for you as you ran out. You made your way home in minutes and opened the door. "I'm home, Yeo," You took your shoes off and saw him sitting on the couch. "What's wrong?" You asked him, but part of you still cared deeply for him.

"I just feel a bit hot," He nodded as you thought. "You had me come home for that?" You stared at him, unimpressed and ticked off. "Well, I always feel better when you're around, and you were just shopping," Your blood started to run cold. The words he was using were methodical, as he looked at you in a certain way. "Yeah, I know I just ran here," He nodded. "I'm going to lay down again." You nodded back at him as he stood up. 

"You don't need a job, by the way, and quite frankly, I'm hurt you didn't tell me." He turned his back to you and walked to the bedroom. All you could see was red at that moment. You slammed the door open. The rage was so much that you couldn't hold back. "I didn't care about the job," He looked at you, his voice gentle. "Go fuck yourself." You stared at him, his brows furrowed a bit by your sudden aggression. 

"What did I do?" He looked at you lost. You pulled out your phone and showed him the photo. "Don't you dare fucking deny it! That's you and some random woman kissing. God only knows what happened after but for fucks sake Yeosang." He stared at the picture and then at you for a moment. "Why didn't you bring it up to me when I came home weeks ago?"

You shook your head at his response; you didn't want to hear anything from him. "I wanted to get myself prepared, but I can't do it anymore." You walk to your closet, grabbing a bag and started stuffing it with your clothes and other personal items. "Do what?" He stood up, watching you intently. "Be with you." You looked at him. Tears did come down, but just by looking at your face, he knew you weren't lying to him.

"Please don't," He started to beg as you shook your head. "Don't start," you barked as he looked at you desperately. "Please don't leave me. I promise nothing happened other than that kiss." His voice was wavering. Your tears kept flowing. "Please, you can kiss someone else. We'd be even," His words only made your face contort in disgust. "That's sickening," You stared at him.

"Please, I need you." He begged. "And you need me," Those four words set a fire inside of you. "I don't need you. My friends were right that it was weird you wanted that type of relationship." Your voice was stern as you spoke. "You put me in a box. You kissed someone even though I didn't want to believe it was true for a second; it was just a kiss, and I wish I could believe that it was nothing more than that. But now I'm trapped; I can't leave you cause you have to pay for everything: my clothes, food, rent, and my hobbies. That's why I got my job. For my stability to not be stuck with someone I can't stand."

Yeosang has tears streaming at this point. He didn't even know what to say to you. You took a deep breath and picked up your bag. "I'm only going to wish you were here with me now. I'm going to think of you every day, Y/N. I love you," He swallowed. You looked at him before placing your key on the table next to him and left without saying a word.

As soon as the door shut behind you, the sobs started. The past five years of your life were with him. That place was your home, and you didn't even have a place to stay at that exact moment. It would be too embarrassing to call your parents and ask them to stay with them. Your friends weren't going to be willing when they had so much to deal with themselves. You sniffed as you walked down the street, feeling like a stray animal.

Your feet led you into the convenience store. You looked over at the counter to still see Yunho there. “Y/N?” He questioned. He looked puzzled to see you this late. "Do you want some help tonight?" You asked weakly. He stared at you in shock, examining you as he saw the remnants of the tears that stopped coming down and streaked through your makeup. He never saw you upset before. "Come sit down," He walked over to you, putting his arm around your back as he led you to your back room. "Sit here," He pointed to the stack of energy drink cases. 

"What happened?" His voice was quiet and comforting. "I broke up with my boyfriend," You sniffed. You didn't hear anything from him and started to worry that he thought it was lame for you to be this upset. His arms surprised you as they wrapped you up, pulling you into his chest. "I'm sorry," He spoke softly. You couldn't hold back the tearless sobs as you held onto him. "I don't know what to do or where to go. I just left; I had no plans or anything. I'm so stupid for it," You cried out.

"Hey, you're not stupid." He shushed you. "Yes, I am!" You got upset as he looked at you, pulling himself back. "Absolutely not," He took a deep breath then smiled at you. "How about you crash at my place? I have one of those pullout couches, and it would be in separate areas. So you wouldn't have to worry about anything." You looked at him in disbelief. "Are you sure? I really don't want to be a nuisance. I can stay at a hotel; I'll be okay," You rambled, not wanting to be too eager at his offer. "No way in hell will I let you stay in some shit hole. Live with me for now, okay?" 

You nodded a bit. "Here," He pulled away from the hug you were in, picking up your hand carefully as he placed his key in your palm. "Go relax; I'll knock or call you once I'm home." You looked at the key. "Are you sure?" You questioned as he nodded quickly. "Yes, I promise. Don't look at the mess too much," He laughed a bit nervously and scratched the back of his head. He pulled his phone out and sent you a message. "There's the address, too. My shift ends in forty minutes." He smiled at you.

"Okay," you answered a bit hesitantly as he smiled at you. "Just relax," he smiled as you nodded and clicked on the address he sent. You stared at the map that opened and started walking to his place. You felt a bit weird as if you were doing something illegal as you opened the door.  You shut the door behind you carefully, looking around his place, but you didn't see the mess he claimed was there. 

The orange hues that came through the curtains called you closer to the window as you stood in the middle of his place. You carefully wandered over to get a closer look at the view. Admiring the way the sky was painted, the pinks and purples mixed with the orange that called you over left you mesmerized. It wasn't a new thing to look out of the window, but for some reason, watching the sky and the way the city moved below it from Yunho's apartment was much more enjoyable. Your mind started trailing off from enjoying the view as you watched people's apartment lights turned on. 

You turned, looking around at Yunho's apartment. It was tidy, but it was very clearly lived in, making it feel much more like a home. You felt your phone buzz in your pocket and looked to see a text. 

[17:18] Yunho: I'm here!! Let me in, please:)

You walked over to the door and opened it for him. "Thank you, ma'am." He smiled at you as you smiled back a bit sadly. He walked to his living room and smiled softly. "So let me show you where you can stay." He walked into a room adjacent to where you were standing before. "Follow me," he smiled softly. You didn't realize you were standing still there. 

He pushed the door open, and you followed him as he turned on the light. "You can stay in here," He looked around. "I'm gonna clean it up a bit for you," He ruffled his hair as he looked at his room. There were a few pieces of clothing on the ground and his jewelry scattered around his nightstand, but that was all that was around. You were surprised by how neat his bedroom was. "Thank you," You looked up at him. "Where are you staying?" You questioned him. "Oh, in my gaming room! I'm sleeping in there more often anyways, so it works out." 

"You're one hundred percent sure?" You raised an eyebrow. "Shhhhh, don't question me," His tone was nothing more than playful. "Do you have any clothes?" He looked at the bag you had placed in the living room. "A few, more for work than anything." He nodded and walked to his closet, pulling out an oversized shirt he had. "This shirt is absolutely massive, so you can wear this to bed if you'd like," He smiled at you. "Thank you," He nodded, then walked to his door. "You have to stop thanking me, Y/N; you're a friend." He grinned. "I'm going to play games in the next room; if you need anything, don't hesitate to ask," 

You watched him walk away and shut the door behind him. You sat down on the bed and looked around at his bedroom, almost studying what was around. Your phone buzzed on your bed every few minutes, the screen lighting up each time to a photo of you and Yeosang. You reached over, looking at each text Yeosang had sent you.

[18:02] Yeosang: I'm really sorry, Y/N, please I would do anything for you to forgive me

[18:07] Yeosang: My love, I really need you back in my life. The house already feels empty without you around it. I need to talk to you, please. Please call me, I'm begging. 

[18:15] Yeosang: I don't know how else to express how sorry I am, Y/N. I was gone and couldn't keep track of the drinks I had. It meant absolutely nothing to me. I miss you far beyond words. I need to talk with you, please.

You left each message on read, tears welling up in your eyes as you tossed your phone again. The drop of your phone made you groan in response. You stood up and picked it up, hesitantly turning it over. Tears only overwhelmed your eyes again as you stared at the shattered screen. "Could anything get worse?" You mumbled to yourself as you put your phone on the bed. You walked into the bathroom that Yunho had connected to his bedroom, stripping yourself from the clothes you were wearing. 

You looked through the linen closet that Yunho showed you and grabbed a towel for yourself. You looked at the shower for a moment. The controls were way different than the ones at your place before. You looked at it, trying to figure out which way to turn it. You sighed and looked at the wall. "Oh fuck me," You mumbled. Any minor inconvenience at this point only set you off; it felt as if you were a ticking time bomb with everything hitting you at once. You stood up and wrapped the towel around yourself tightly. 

You heard his loud cheers and claps as he talked with people on some voice chat. "Yunho?" You walked over to the door, seeing the RGB lights shining through the door. "Yunho?" You called out again as you knocked on the door. "Come in!" He yelled out in response. 

You slowly cracked open the door and watched him as he clicked on his mouse over and over. He was lost in his game, almost forgetting that he told you to come in, and you hesitated about whether you should bother him. "I'm sorry to bother you," You scratched the back of your head. "Do you mind showing me how the shower works?" You held the towel tight to your body. You already felt inconvenienced staying at his place, but now you have to come to interrupt him in nothing but a towel to ask for help. "Uh yeah," He turned his head quickly, going to say something into his mic before looking back at you. 

"I'll, uh, be right back," He stuttered a bit into his mic. He stood up and led you to his bathroom. He leaned over and started it for you. "Do you like it hot or cold?" He held one of the knobs. "Hot, but not like melt your skin off hot," You nodded. "Gotcha," He smiled as he turned the knob and felt the water. "You should be all set now," You looked at him, his face red as he tried his best to avoid eye contact. "I appreciate you," You grinned. "See, I didn't say thank you then," You teased. 

He nodded as he awkwardly made his way out to the bedroom. "I'm just changing in here! I'll be gone before you come out." He called out as he grabbed his clothes. The steam from the shower creeping out of the bathroom door made Yunho turn his head. He shook his head to himself and covered his eyes as he walked over and shut the door. 

He cleaned up his room quickly so it didn't seem like he was intruding on what he had already considered your personal space. He looked over at the bed, watching the cracked screen light up as it rang over and over. "Hey, Y/N! You're getting a call!" he called out.

You rinsed your hair and thought for a moment. "Answer it!" You called out again. Yunho looked at your phone for a moment. Carefully sliding his finger across the screen. 

"Hello?" He cleared his throat.

"Oh," There was a pause for a moment. "is Y/N around?"

"She's just taking a shower. Is there something I should tell her?" Yunho's voice was sweet as he spoke. He had a feeling that the voice he was hearing was your ex-boyfriend. 

"Just tell her to call me back; I really need to speak with her,"

"Okay, I'll let her know. "Before Yunho could even finish his sentence, the call was over. 

"Who was it?" You called out as you got out. Wrapping a towel around you. "Not sure, they didn't say," He looked at the door. You nodded to yourself and looked at the shower. "can you come in and turn the shower off? I wasn't paying attention earlier; I'm sorry," His blush deepened. "Are you sure?" He questioned, making you laugh a bit. "You're sounding a bit like me, but yes. Please come in to turn it off. I'll watch this time," 

He opened the door carefully, making a beeline for the shower. "Here," He stared at the handle, and you watched him, making a mental note so you wouldn't have to bother him again. "Ah, okay," You nodded as he nodded back. He wouldn't make eye contact with you, which made you blush a bit. "I'm sorry, it's probably way out of line for me to ask you stuff while I'm like this,"

"No, it's okay," He nodded quickly. "I just don't want to look somewhere I shouldn't," You cocked your head a bit at that statement. "What do you mean by that?" You questioned. His cheeks flushed as you looked at him. "I just don't want to stare at you for a bit too long or let my eyes linger somewhere they shouldn't." He confessed. 

"I won't be upset or angry at you," you reassured him. I'd rather you at least make eye contact with me, silly. You're staring at the floor or looking at the ceiling as you talk to me." He nodded. "I'm going to get back to my game, okay?" He smiled at you, finally looking at your face as you nodded at him.

"Have fun!" you called out and walked to the bedroom after hearing Yunho shut the door behind himself. You took off your towel and started a small pile of your clothes that needed to be washed and changed into the shirt that he gave you to wear. You looked at your phone, clicking on your recent calls. You sighed a bit as you clicked on Yeosang's contact. There was barely a ring as he picked up almost immediately. 

"Hello?" 

"Y/N," he sighed out. "Thank you for calling me. I just needed to tell you how sorry I am. I miss you so much. I wanted to meet up to give you your key back."

"Yeo…" You hesitated. "I'm not getting back with you. I appreciate your apology, but I don't accept it."

You heard his breathing for a moment as if he was trying to find the right words. "Well, when can I give you the rest of your stuff?" He asked.

"Donate it."

"But it's all yours? You don't want it?" 

You thought for a moment, almost making a list in your head of what you still had there. 

"Nope, donate it or return it. I don't care what you do. You spent your money on it, and I don't want it anymore."

"Seriously, love? You don't want anything?!" His tone got more aggressive and annoyed. 

"Yes Yeosang! Stop calling me love; stop questioning my responses to you. I'm telling you what I want!" Your voice got louder.

"Y/N, I just want to see your face one last time."

"I'm not dying, so you'll be just fine. Please leave me alone, stop calling me, stop texting me,” you sounded defeated. “Just, stop."

"Please-"He started.

"Nope, I'm not hearing you out. Goodbye, Yeosang." You hung up quickly and stared at the ceiling. You thought you didn't have any more tears left after all the ones that spilled out today, but you were proven wrong again. 

You held your head in your hands, keeping your sobs to a low volume. The self-pity party was starting all over again as you pulled your legs in close to yourself. You just felt so stupid and as if your life was halting because of Yeosang. You wanted to love him forever; you wanted to marry him and have kids and create a future with him, and now you had to move on and start your own new life. It was daunting and scary. You hated change, and all of it was coming too fast. 

“Y/N?” You heard a soft knock followed by a sweet, honey-like voice through the door. "Yeah?" You swallowed, hiccuping in between sobs. "Can I come in?" You stood up, got off the bed, and opened the door for him. His eyes immediately connected with yours, searching for what he should say to you. He couldn't come up with the words and didn't even know how he could begin. He held his arms out for you as you crashed into him. 

He rubbed your back gently. "Let it out, don't let it bottle up. it's not healthy for you." You nodded and held onto him tightly. "Do you want to talk about it?" He looked down at you as you nodded a bit. "Let's sit down, okay?" He let go of you, and you sat on the bed. "What's wrong?" His voice sounded like velvet as he asked you, comforting you. "Just everything," You hiccuped a bit. "anything specifically?" He questioned you. You hated questions like that; you felt as if you didn't need to describe your answer in-depth, but Yunho felt deserving enough to you. "I broke up with my boyfriend of five years. He kept texting, and I got upset reading them, and I tossed my phone and shattered it. Then I called him back, and he was questioning every single response I gave him. Now I'm intruding myself into your life, and it's all so much at once. I hate it so much. Stuff like this makes me lose my mind," you rambled, feeling Yunho's comfort as he rubbed your back softly.

"I know it's a lot; I'm so sorry, Y/N. I promise you're not intruding on me at all. I offered, and I want you here; I love working with you, and the idea of us living together for a bit sounded like an amazing thing. You're the nicest person I know, and you honestly have made an impact on me in the few weeks I've known you." His words comforted you in a self-validation way. He let the silence linger for a moment before looking at you. "How about this? Tomorrow, we can get your phone fixed, and we can get a nice meal after work, okay?" He smiled as he saw you nod. "Speaking of, I don't think either of us ate dinner. Are you hungry for anything specifically?" You watched as your body leaned against his. "I'm not that hungry." You almost whispered as he looked at you. "Are you sure? I can make something, or we can have something delivered. There's a good burger place nearby; they deliver here a lot." He laughed a bit sheepishly. 

"I promise I'm okay," you looked up at him. He examined your face for a moment, looking at your tear-stained cheeks. He hesitated for a split second before he put his hand on your cheek, gently brushing the tears away with his thumb. “Everything will get better. I promise," he placed a kiss on the top of your head and smiled a bit cheerfully as he blushed at his own actions. 

Yunho was right. Eventually, everything did get better. He helped you get your phone fixed, and your relationship with him grew more profound. The two of you became like Bonnie and Clyde in a way, or Jett and Breach, as Yunho would say. You only partially understood what he meant by it other than the fact those became your characters when you played Valorant together. You both still worked at the same little corner shop together and wouldn't trade it for the world, even though people worried about your situation together as it didn't pay much. It was a bit awkward when you had to update your address with your boss as he was more old-fashioned and assumed that meant the two of you were much more than friends. It took a few weeks for him to believe you and put you on the same shifts together again. Having Yunho by your side made you feel better and as if you could get over anything; he even helped you get over your overwhelming hatred for change. You didn't even know it was possible, but then again, you hated even thinking about it.

"Sleepyhead, wake up!" Yunho yelled through the door as he knocked. "Wake up!" He kept knocking, which only gave him a groan in response. "I'm gonna dump cold water on you," He teased as he opened the door. You heard him laugh to himself for a moment, feeling him climb on your bed as you rubbed your eyes. "It's time to get up," he said in a sing-song voice and started jumping softly on the bed. "What are you doing?" you groaned a bit as you sat up. "Waking you up, we have stuff we have to do today," 

You groaned more as he said that. "What do we even have to do?" You pushed the blankets off of yourself as Yunho stopped jumping and sat down. "We need to get groceries, clean up a bit, and then go pick up our checks." Your eyes lit up a bit at that last part. "Come on, get up. Get going," He teased as he rushed you a bit. "Alright, alright, I'm getting up." You stood up and walked to your part of the closet, grabbing some clothes that you could throw on as Yunho walked out to the kitchen. 

You finished getting ready and yawned, walking out of your room. The strong aroma coming from the kitchen started to wake you up. "Is that coffee?" You looked over as he put a travel mug on the counter for you. "Made exactly how you like it: cream, extra sugar, and some chocolate sauce." He looked proud as you picked it up. "Okay. Let's get going," you smiled after taking your first sip. 

He walked down next to you and thought of something to say. "What did you want to eat this week? I was thinking of just getting some meats and vegetables." You nodded and thought for a moment. "How about some quick frozen meals, too? Just in case we're too lazy actually to cook something," He nodded quickly in agreement. "Your brain is so amazing," He stood in front of you and grabbed your face, squishing your cheeks a bit, and kissed you on the forehead. You couldn't help but crack up at him. 

His smile was proud as he walked with you into the store. "Oh, when should I give you my half for rent?" You looked at him, taking your final sip of coffee. "It's due next week, so whenever is fine," He shrugged and grabbed a cart. You both walked around, grabbing meals the two of you decided on and some extra stuff that you didn't really need. "That was a lot more than we expected, but it's fineee," Yunho beamed a bit as he spoke. he knew the budget you made didn’t exactly follow through, which usually upset you.Yet,  his cheerfulness was always there, he truly was a ray of sunshine so it was hard for you to get upset. You grabbed a few of the bags from the basket, and he grabbed the rest before putting the cart back where it belonged. "Yeah, but knowing us, we'll still eat it all." 

You carried the groceries into your apartment, and the two of you got to work putting everything away. "All done," you smiled innocently and walked towards the couch. "Where do you think you're going?" He laughed at you. "I want to relax," you groaned as you flopped down. We have to clean; it's looking a bit rough in here." 

You scanned the entire area around you. Maybe there was some dust around and a few pieces of garbage, but everything seemed perfect to you. You knew Yunho had his version of clean, and you didn't want to argue as you stood back up. "Alright. Tell me what to do, and I'll take care of it." Within moments, Yunho gave you a list of what he felt needed to be completed for the day and then started on his tasks as well. 

You wiped down the kitchen counters and laughed a bit to yourself as you threw out the paper towel you just used. "I feel like an old married couple when we do this stuff." Yunho looked over from the living room and shook his head at your joke, smiling a tiny bit, hoping you didn't notice it. "I think it's funny; it's okay if you don't," You pretended to be offended as you finished up what needed to get done in the kitchen and walked to your room. You felt your phone buzz in your back pocket and took it out carefully. You clicked to see a voicemail and played it. 

[11:19] Previously deleted number: "I hate to leave you a message like this. I know it's been about a year now, but I felt like I needed to update you. I'm still sorry about giving in to my weak spot in New York. I'm sorry for loving you without being honest and for the pain that I had created for you. Deep down, I still love you. You're still always on my mind, and I'll never forget you or resent you for leaving me. It was the right decision. I know we both ended up being hurt by my actions. I just wanted to let you know I'm leaving Korea. I'm heading to America for a new opportunity, and I was wondering if you'd like to meet up one final time. I'm leaving Seoul around one this afternoon. I know you wanted me never to contact you again, and I'm sorry I'm doing this. It's wrong of me. I'm sorry. 

The voicemail ended abruptly, and you stared at your phone. Yeosang was far out of your mind, but the news of him suddenly leaving made your heart drop, as if a part of it was leaving too. You shut your eyes for a moment. There was no reason to see him. He was an ex, and it could be weird if you went to send him off. Your thoughts clashed in your mind as you checked the time. You walked out to your living room and saw Yunho. "Hey, I'm going to go out for a bit; I promise I will start the laundry and everything else when I get back. I'm not bailing on you," You went straight for the door before Yunho could even get a word out. 

You started sprinting towards the airport. Your lungs burned from the cold air that you were so desperately sucking in. You stopped for a moment, then scoffed at yourself. You wanted to stop trying to tell yourself that there wasn't a reason to go. It felt as if your heart was pleading for you to see Yeo one last time. You took a deep breath and rechecked the time, seeing it was a quarter to twelve. "Shit," You mumbled before taking off on your sprint again, pushing by people carefully as you made it to the airport. 

You walked in and looked around for a few minutes. You sat down on an empty bench to catch your breath from all the running. You watched everyone who passed by, desperately searching the crowd for Yeosang. Your eyes welled up a bit, and you wiped them. Maybe it was for the better that you didn't see him. You stood up and started to walk towards the exit; there wasn't no point in sitting there for another twenty minutes. 

“Y/N?” The familiar voice made your head snap to the direction it came in. Your eyes welled up again, seeing him stand there with his carry-on and passport in hand. "Yeosang?" You stared at him. "You really are leaving," You let out softly as you both walked closer together. "I didn't actually expect you to come. I thought you hated me." He looked at you in shock. You stared at him, studying his face intently. He didn't change one bit. "I did hate you for a bit, but I decided it wasn't worth hating you anymore a while ago." 

"I really hate to make myself sound so selfish, but I still really love you, Y/N," He confessed, adjusting the laptop bag he had on his shoulder. "I really wish I could go back in time and change everything that happened." You listened to his words and looked at the floor for a moment. "I do, too," He looked at you, a bit surprised. "What would you change?" His eyebrow raised a bit. "I should've just sat down and talked it out with you. I should've told you what hurt me, but I didn't want to make myself stay. I was upset that I had nowhere to go. No one to run to. I messed up breaking up with you at that point, but I didn't want to hurt my ego. Even with my regrets, I see it as something that we both have grown from. Part of me still loves you, Yeosang; when you said you were leaving, I felt like a piece of my heart was leaving me, too." Your voice was calm, and every word had so much meaning behind all of it, and he listened intently. 

"I love you, Yeosang." You studied his face and planted a kiss on his lips. He kissed you back without hesitation. You let both of you have that moment as you pulled away from the kiss. "I really wish America treats you well and that you love it as much as you are hoping," you said, wiping the tears that had fallen. You turned and started to walk out. "I love you too, Y/N," he called out. “I will always love you,” 

His final words chiseled at your strong demeanor. Tears started streaming down your face as you ambled to your home. You opened the door carefully and went straight to your room. Yunho watched you worriedly from the couch. "You okay, Y/N?" he called out as you groaned in response. He got up and walked towards your room, knocking on the open door to let you know he was coming in. "Did you go to see him?" He questioned you as you nodded into the pillow your face was in. He couldn’t see you since your room was dark but your silence gave him the answer as he sighed. "Why?" He sounded annoyed with you for a moment as you rolled over, staring at the ceiling. "He's leaving," Your voice suddenly sounded empty, at a loss for emotion. "Leaving in what way?"

You sighed a bit. You felt like your answer was sufficient enough, but it seemed like a lot of your answers were left open for Yunho to ask more questions. "Korea, he's heading to America for a better job or something like that," He nodded and looked at you. "I'm surprised you went," His comment came out of left field as you looked at him. "What does that mean?" You stared at him as if you were burning a hole through him. "Come on, Y/N, you were heartbroken after leaving him, and you finally seemed like you healed from it; going to see him had to have opened up those wounds. I don't know why you would do that to yourself." He exhaled as he looked at you. "I just care for you so much. You should know that by now. I hate to see you hurting over the same guy that you say cheated on you and that he was a lowlife." He sat next to you, his arm gently being placed around you. 

He looked at you, studying every part of your face. He placed his hand gently on your face and leaned until his lips met yours. You felt the sudden action take your breath away. His lips started to pull away from you until you reciprocated. It felt like fireworks were going off in your mind as his gentle lips were connected to yours, and you didn't want to pull away from that moment, which is why Yunho had to be the one to pull away. His hand was still on the side of your face as he kissed your forehead. You looked at him, staring into his eyes, trying to comprehend where that came from. "I guess I should say it now," He laughed a bit, taking his hand away from your face. "I really like you, and I know it's probably weird for me to say that out of nowhere." He watched your expression closely, seeing the shocked countenance on it. He took a deep breath. "I probably shouldn't have said that," You shook your head at him quickly. "Not at all. I was just surprised by the kiss." He nodded. "Sorry, it was way out of line." He got ready to stand up as you didn't comment on his confession, only for you to pull him back and press your lips into his. He didn't even hesitate as he kissed back, pulling you into him. "I really like you too, Yunho," You blushed as you confessed back, your lips still on his.

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moving on, going back | jyh

ღ requested: nope!

ღ pairing: non-idol yunho x fem!reader

ღ word count: 2k

ღ genre: a bit angsty but a fluff ending

ღ rating: MDNI

ღ warnings: drinking, sexual acts, yunho worshipping some tiddies, mentions of multiple sexual partners

ღ summary: you went missing, leaving yunho a wreck, but one he would never admit. creating an unhealthy lifestyle for himself, until he sees you again.

ღ networks: @illusionnet @k-library @k-vanity

“i’m sorry sir, there’s really nothing we can do for you” Yunho stared at them, tears in his eyes as he clenched his fists. “what do you mean?! it’s been a week and you haven’t done anything but sit here on your asses!” The officer tried to speak up. “no, i don’t want to hear it! i’ve been here every other day, with the hopes you finally found her, but everytime i’m met with the same response or you tell me that she simply decides to leave out of no where, but i know her. we were in love and she wouldn’t just leave me.” The officer looked at yunho, the tears streaming down his face as he spoke. He cleared his throat and looked at yunho’s empty eyes. “I’m really sorry we’ve had no positive news to give you,” Yunho shook his head. “Don’t bother,” he clenched his fist, crumpling the flyer he made in his hand. “Don’t even call me with updates, you clearly aren’t planning on having any,”He walked out of the police station, looking completely empty and numb.

“Can i get you another?” The bartender spoke, snapping the trance that Yunho was in. “Uh yeah, thanks” He watched as the bartender handed him his glass, and he gave him a slight nod as a thanks and drank. The music was blaring in the background, people laughing next to him caught his attention. He looked over to see girls giggling softly as they looked in his direction. He gave them a half-smile, just so they knew he was paying attention. One of them blushed softly as she looked at him. He turned back to face the tv that was playing some old show, still seeing her in his peripherals. She must’ve said good bye to her friend as she pulled out the chair next to him. “Hey,” she looked at him as he looked down at her. “I just wanted to let you know you’re really cute,” He smiled softly at her “i could say the same to you,” Yunho looked at her, running through the same conversation he’s had with multiple women at this point. Complimenting them, letting them talk about themselves and asking questions, until the final part where he invites them to his place.

The bartender watched as Yunho stood up with her and left, heading to his place a few blocks away. He unlocked the door and let her in. His place was clean and tidy, but that was a given since he was barely home. He always was finding something to do or a someone. He saw his friends every once in a while but not as much as he did in the past when you were around, but now he has other things to focus in on. She tossed her shirt in his direction which let a smirk creep on his face. He got closer and picked her up, letting her legs wrap around his waist as he kissed her chest in a teasing way, not pulling her bra down as he kissed along the hem as if he was tracing the lace. She bit her lip and reached behind her back and undid the clasp, letting it fall down a bit as he smirked. He started to kiss around a bit more passionately as she let the soft moans escape her lips, her back arching as he held her. He moved his hands carefully along her as his lips trailed from her chest and up to her neck until they met her lips. She kissed him back and played with his shirt. He leaned her against the wall and she left her legs wrapped around his waist and took his shirt off tossing it. She crashed her lips back into his as she became more needy and he was meeting her demands.

A faint sound of a ringtone made her pull away. “I have to get that,” She over at her jacket where her phone was. “They’ll call back, don’t worry,” Yunho kissed her neck and held her. She pushed his hands away. “I seriously need to get that.” an edge in her voice became apparent as he let her down and she got herself dressed and answered the phone but quickly hung up. “I need to go, sorry,” she looked at him, looking a bit apologetic as he nodded. Using his thumb to wipe off the lip gloss residue she left. “Yeah, not a problem,” He smiled softly as she got her things and ran out. He looked up, closing his eyes for a moment and sighing loudly. He bent down to grab the clothes he stripped off and went to his bedroom, ruffling his hair. He tossed the shirt into his laundry bin and moved stuff around in his drawers as he grabbed a pair of his sweatpants. He changed quickly then bent down to clean up, a box under the dresser catching his attention as he reached across and pulled it out.

He saw it and sighed. He held onto it as he dropped down onto his bed. He held the box up, opening it carefully. He smiled a bit sadly as he stared at the ring he had picked out for you. He had everything planned out for how he was going to ask you the big question. He bit the inside of his lip and shut the box carefully, as if he was closing his brain off from the memories. He grabbed his phone as he shifted, sitting up in bed. He opened up social media, mindlessly scrolling through posts. He scratched his head, thoughts of you flooded his mind again as he spaced out. He rubbed his eyes then stood up, walking to his closet to grab a hoodie as he put it on. Throwing the hood up as he walked out the door.

The cool autumn breeze hit his cheeks as he looked around, seeing the nightlife of couples and friend groups and some of the older people still making their way home. He found a convenience store and made his way in. He looked around, still seeing people out the corner of his eye as he picked out a ramen to eat. He turned into the next aisle and looked over. His face turned pale for a moment. It couldn’t have been you, even though she was the same height, same hair color, same eye color. Even though she had every single defining feature of you, it couldn’t have been. He would’ve been called, especially after harassing the police for two months. You wouldn’t just turn up at a random convenience store this late at night. He swallowed and looked over, watching her turn. His eyes widened a bit. Part of him wanting to run to you and another part of him hoping you don’t see him as guilt started to get to him. You looked up at him, “Yunho?” He turned paper white, there was no way it was you. “b-baby?” he stuttered a bit. He slowly walked until you were practically touching. “You’re alive?” He looked at you in disbelief, shaking his head a little and looking around the store, hoping someone else was seeing you.

You nodded and looked up at him, a bit tearful from the joy of seeing his perfect face again. He swallowed, not knowing what to say or even if he should tell you about what he’s been doing since you’ve gone missing. He embraced you tightly, dropping the items he picked up and held you close. “I can’t believe you’re here,” He let out a long sigh of relief. He looked down at you, pulling his hood back a bit. You stared up at him. Not knowing what to say, but you also couldn’t ignore the smell of a woman’s perfume, or the lip gloss still towards the center of his lips. You pulled away a bit. “Is everything okay?” He looked down at you, he immediately felt the guilt set in, you knew what he was up to. He didn’t know how to defend himself. “L-listen,” he cleared his throat as he stuttered a bit. “I didn’t know if you’d be coming home, I had to distract myself,” He looked at your unamused face, “So other women was the way to go?” You let out as you looked at him. He bit his lip a bit, thinking of what to do. “Let me take you home, I’ll make you an actual dinner. I can explain,” He spoke quickly. You moved a way a bit more, as you shook your head. “It’s okay,” He smiled softly, “no no, seriously i insist.” You scoffed a little, your reaction taking him by surprise. “You were able to move on, I’m not going to hold you back more. I just was hoping to see your face, so,” You swallowed, holding tears back. “I hope you have a nice night,” You walked out.

He held his head and quickly ran out after you. “At least come home? where are you staying?” He questioned as you looked at him. “I don’t have anywhere right now,” He looked a bit defeated. “Please stay with me, at least for tonight, you don’t have to stay forever if you don’t want to.” He sounded desperate. You thought then nodded. “One night,” You said firmly as he nodded and walked with you. “I’m really sorry, the police told me off and wouldn’t give me any explanations. I really hope i didn’t hurt you,” He spoke softly as you listened, it didn’t sound forced as he spoke. “i tried to distract myself, i know i found the wrong way,” He opened the door as you nodded. He thought, “You can sleep in the bed, I’ll sleep on the couch,” He walked to the room to grab himself a pillow and a blanket as you watched. “You don’t have to do that,” He shook his head as he put the pillow down. “I’m not gonna have you sleep on the couch, I want your night at home to be comfortable,” He looked over at you. “Or we can both sleep in bed together?” You suggested quietly.

He paused for a moment, not expecting you to be willing to sleep in the same bed as him after everything he shared. “If you’d like,” He smiled softly. “I’d love to share a bed with you again,” He couldn’t help but smile as he walked with the pillow and blanket to the bedroom. “Are you hungry?” He looked at you softly as you shook your head. “Are you sure? I can make you something, it’s not a bother,” He reassured as you shook your head again. “I just want to go to bed,” He nodded and pulled down the sheets for you as you walked in. “Can I ask what happened?” He spoke softly as you swallowed a bit. “I rather not, but i promise i didn’t just run away on you. I wouldn’t do that to you,” He nodded as listened. “You don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want, I can imagine the past year has been traumatic,” You nodded and looked over at him as he took off his hoodie and got in bed, you climbed in after him. You turned to look over at him, admiring the way he looked. He really hasn’t changed. “I’m glad you’re home safe,” He looked over at you, seeing you wrapped in the blanket. Your eyes met his as he smiled at you, “I still love you so much, you mean the world to me and i’m beyond ecstatic that i have you home with me, I know it’s just for tonight, but” you cut him off. “Not tonight, I’m home. I’m with you and that’s where I’ve fantasized of being. I love you too Yunho, I won’t hold your actions against you. I understand that you didn’t know.” You smiled softly at him as he smiled back, happy to hear those words come from your mouth.

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MODUS | psh

ღ pairing: idol! seonghwa x gn! reader

ღ word count: 5.4k

ღ genre: somewhat angst to fluff

ღ rating: sfw (MDNI still)

ღ summary: seonghwa and you have always been best friends but distance grew in between you as he fulfilled his dream until he was able to come back into your life again but looking lost and searching for your help.

ღ networks: @illusionnet @k-vanity @k-library

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You stood outside, looking up at the high rise before you. You couldn't help but feel proud of your friend, Seonghwa. After years of saying he would and that it was his dream, he finally decided to audition for a company. You held your hands inside your hoodie pocket as you sniffed. It was chilly, and the wind turned your cheeks pink, making your nose unreasonably runny.

You rocked from your heel to your toes a few times to warm up. You cursed at yourself for not wearing something a little heavier. You looked up at the building again as a few leaves that had turned fell, creating a picturesque scene.

You waited another hour before Seonghwa finally came outside to the now darkness. "You waited the whole time?!" He looked at you, jaw dropped slightly as he wasn't expecting to see you. You grinned as that's precisely what you wanted him to think. "Of course, silly, you're my best friend. Of course, I'm going to wait and treat you to a meal," You grinned and linked your arm with his. "Let's go,"

He couldn't help but giggle a bit at how eager you were. You smiled at him as you walked a few blocks until you hit the barbecue place. "Wow, eating fancy tonight, huh?" Seonghwa smiled as he made his joke. You laughed and walked in, finding a table for the two of you to sit.

"So, how was it?" You couldn't help but ask how it went for him. He shrugged a bit, "I think it went fine! I'll get a call tomorrow if they want me as a trainee." He smiled softly as you awed at him. "You're more excited than my family," he laughed a bit as he had the chance to poke fun at you. "Let me be proud," you huffed a bit.

Before you could even blink, Seonghwa was a trainee. Your time together went down as he had more practice. Then, your times together diminished as he was finally chosen for a group. He would message you if he had the chance about his schedule or when you could expect him to debut.

You always supported him, even though thinking of him sometimes saddens you. Especially when one of those variety shows played; the new one he was on was playing everywhere. You saw it on your TV last night, clips on every form of social media you were scrolling on your commute to work, and now in your company's lobby. It just felt as if the memories of him were taunting you. Watching him and his group get treated to some Korean barbecue, it seemed it was following you. Just as a constant reminder of your last time together that was longer than the hour you've been getting on the few chances he's been able to spend time with you.

You sighed, picked up your phone, and clicked on his contact. Seeing that the last four of your messages had been left on delivered, you hesitated to send a new message; you didn't want to bombard him. You typed out the message, pausing as you sent the text anyway.

To Hwa: "I saw your variety show! Super proud of you!"

You put your phone away and find something else to focus on, still not expecting his response.

From Hwa: "Sorry, I've been so busy!! Thank you, y/n, I miss you so much :(“

To Hwa: "I miss you too :( I can't wait until we can finally see each other."

From Hwa: "I have a break coming up. I was going to ask if you'd like to meet up."

You couldn't help but grin, finally having the chance to see him after two and a half years. Even with the distance between you, he was still your best friend.

To Hwa: "Absolutely! Just tell me the details of what you'd like to do :)"

You sent back as you smiled. Your coworker nudged you as you were in your company's waiting room. After Seonghwa got his big, important job, you got your own. It wasn't the best thing in the world, but it was stable, and you met some good people in this world, like Sooyoung.

"What is on your phone making you grin like that?" You blushed softly, not expecting to be called out. "Well, you remember how I've told you about my friend I haven't seen in a while?" You put your phone down as she pretended to think. "I'm gonna guess you mean Seonghwa, the one you talk about all the time,"

Your blush deepened. Sooyoung was very blunt and honest at times, which didn't bother you at all, but it embarrassed you occasionally. "Wow, just calling me out like that," you huffed, pretending to be offended as she smiled. "What about him?" She smiled, moving the conversation along as you smiled back. "Well, he's finally getting a longer break in his schedule, and I'm finally going to able to see him again,"

She smiled, looking happy to hear your news. "Well, I'm glad. You always talk about him. It sometimes sounds like a relationship," she snickered. Hey, I'm not saying all that," you shook your head as she smiled. You don't have to," she smiled innocently. You couldn't help shaking your head more at her, disagreeing with her comments.

"Listen, all I'm saying is distance can make the heart grow fonder," You thought for a moment as she scooted a bit closer, leaning over the table between the two of your chairs. "When have you not thought about him?" She asked, raising her eyebrow a bit. You bit your lip, trying to think as she stood up. "See, you can't even remember when you didn't think of him,"

"Still, that doesn't mean anything," You protested as the two of you made your way to the elevator as she shrugged. "Maybe you're right." You could tell she was being nonchalant, but it got in your head. The rest of your work day, you were lost in thought, trying to remember the last time you didn't think of him, and it was a bit embarrassing. You never admitted it, but back in your school days with him, you did have feelings but cherished your friendship more and didn't want to ruin it.

Maybe those feelings didn't go away as you thought. I mean, you did spend almost all your time with him, going out to eat, going to the park, amusement parks, and shopping. Hell, you even went to school dances together. Your own family even thought you guys were dating. But it was years ago, so it wasn't worth mentioning now.

Sooyoung noticed you through the meetings and pulled you aside before you both left for the day. "Hey, listen, I was just teasing. Don't get too worked up thinking about it." You nodded, then looked at her. "Is it even worth mentioning to him? He's an idol now; he can't be caught in scandals or anything like that. He's still a rookie, and that would tear him down,"

Sooyoung shrugged, "It doesn't hurt to at least mention it. Besides, you barely see each other as is, so even if you think it ruins the friendship, the awkwardness would disappear quickly," You nodded, listening to her intently.

Her words stayed with you for the rest of the night. Maybe it's worth mentioning to him. He would be the one to understand you and hear you out the most. He wouldn't be mean; he would always be honest, and maybe, in the best-case scenario, he felt the same way.

A few weeks passed since you could form solid plans to see Seonghwa. You ensured you wore one of your best outfits, even though it didn't matter. You had to stay in for the night to keep his image safe, which didn't bother you. You only cared about finally seeing his face in person again and enjoying each other's company.

You heard him knock on the door and took a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself for what you wanted to say to him. You opened the door and grinned as you saw him. He immediately hugged you, and you hugged him back. You could tell by how he hugged you that he needed it. You rubbed his back consolingly, as you weren't expecting him to hold you so close. he stood up a bit. "Sorry, let's go sit so we're not standing in the door frame." He smiled softly as you nodded.

"So, how has everything been with you?" he asked. You shrugged a bit. "I have a job at an office now. I think I already told you that, though." You bit your lip a little as you tried to think of what was new other than the feelings Sooyoung had assisted in being opened back up. "Other than that, not much," you laughed shortly. "What's new with you?"

You looked over at him; he seemed quieter than usual, but it had been years since you had hung out together. "I'm just working. A lot of practice and music shows, then variety shows and filming for music videos," he nodded slightly, hearing how tired he was as he spoke. "But I'm on a little break now," he smiled weakly.

"Hwa…" You started as he shrugged a little. "It's fine, just a bit tiring. It feels as if you're a machine, going from one place to the next with maybe twenty minutes in between to catch up on sleep. You have to act a certain way, say things that aren't too controversial; even if they aren't, the media will always twist it," He trailed off as you looked at him for a moment.

"Do you regret it?" You couldn't help but ask as he shook his head. "Not at all. I still have to get used to it. It's a lot," You nodded and pushed his hair back since it covered part of his face. You admired him for a moment; he was still as handsome as when you first met him.

"I ordered food for us; it should be here soon," you smiled at him comfortingly. "Thank you," he nodded as you spoke. "I'm happy I was able to see you again," he studied your face briefly before smiling.

You heard the knock on the door and stood up. "Looks like it's here," you smiled and brought the bag inside. I got your favorites," you pulled out the takeout containers. His eyes widened at the number of containers you pulled out from the plastic. You laughed at his reaction as you walked away and grabbed utensils. He opened one of the containers and started eating, but it was still delicate as if he was eating for one of those shows.

You kept eating and saw him eating out of your peripherals; you could tell they had him on some stupid diet with how much he was eating and the cadence of every bite. Even if he was still careful, he was eating fast. "It's not going anywhere," You laughed a bit as you looked at him. His cheeks flushed, which only made your giggles continue. "Seriously though, are you eating enough?" You questioned him as he nodded slightly. You squinted at his response. "Seriously Hwa…" Your eyes relaxed into a concerned gaze.

"I mean, I have to follow their diet." He covered his mouth as he talked since it was full of food. "It's mostly self-control." He picked up some more food and ate it. You couldn't help but watch, discreetly pushing food over so he wouldn't notice. "This is good. Thank you so much," he smiled at you as he went in for another bite.

You didn't want to feel bad but couldn't help it. He looked so tired and skinny. His eyes seemed so heavy compared to the bright ones they used to be. "Maybe we can have more opportunities to hang out," You smiled over at him, a bit hopeful that he would agree as he thought for a moment. "Until practices become too overwhelming, we can hang out whenever,"

"Really?" Your eyes widened at the idea of being able to hang out with him more frequently again. He nodded quickly and smiled at you. You grabbed the remote and turned on an older show that the two of you always watched together. Seonghwa smiled at your selection as he finished eating.

"Want to cuddle?" He looked at you as you snuggled up to him, immediately taking him up on his offer. It was one of the million things you missed about being next to him. "So, are you happy you're an idol?" You questioned him again but phrased it differently so he didn't feel you were grilling him. He nodded a bit reluctantly as he inhaled. "It's been hard; I just don't feel human a lot of the time," He bit the inside of his lip; you could hear his voice trembling a bit. "I just have to wake up after two hours of sleep and function as if I had eight to ten hours of sleep. It's hard on my mental health, and I don't know what an actual human interaction is anymore," He sniffed quietly; you looked up at him. You wanted to speak up but didn't want to cut him off. "I'm sorry, Hwa… I am," You looked up at him.

He shook his head quickly. "Nothing you need to apologize for." He wiped a few of the tears that came down with his sleeve. You sat up, slightly removing yourself from his embrace. "I feel awful that you feel this way." You looked at him, making eye contact. His eyes were glossy from the few tears that had fallen. "Hwa," You paused, not knowing what to say. You wanted to curse out the company or tell him to take a hiatus because of how he was feeling, but you knew he felt as if he couldn't take a break, and cursing out his company to him wouldn't do anything.

He looked at you, waiting to hear what you wanted to say to him. "I'm always here for you, I promise," you held out your pinky for him to intertwine his. "Always a text or call, no matter the time of day or night," you smiled at him as he intertwined his finger with yours. "Okay, I'll contact you whenever I need," he smiled softly.

"Good," You smiled at him. "Now, let's continue watching our mind-numbing shows," You giggled softly. He nodded with a smile, putting his arm around you. You blushed softly, leaning into him. "Hey, Y/N?" He spoke up, even though his voice was still quiet. "Is it alright if I stay over tonight?" You nodded against his chest. "Of course, did you want to sleep in my bed? I can sleep on the couch," You offered, but he started to refuse. "I'm not letting you sleep on the couch, especially if I stay in your home."

You shook your head quickly. "Too late," you declared. You stood up and walked to the bedroom, preparing the bed for him and changing into your comfy pajamas. You took one of the pillows and blankets in your closet as you walked back out to the living room. "Are you sure?" Seonghwa looked at you as if he didn't believe you would give him your bed. "Yes, silly," You laughed at him and reached for his hand as you dragged him up from the couch and to your bed. "I just changed the sheets this morning, too," You smiled and returned to your closet. "Do you want to change into something else?" You offered, moving hangers around in your closet as you searched. "I think I still have some stuff you've left here,"

You kept rummaging through your closet until you jumped up a bit. "Found it!" You grinned, pulling out the drawer you had tucked away. You've left so much stuff here," Seonghwa watched you, feeling touched by your simple action of holding on to the things he left behind. "All this is mine?" he questioned as you nodded. Of course, so wear whatever you want," you smiled at him.

"Before I head to bed," You smiled at him, then thought momentarily. "I have extra toothbrushes under the sink, and if it gets too cold, you can turn off the fan here. The remote is on the bedside table. Feel free to do whatever. You can also turn on the TV here if you'd like." He nodded, listening to you as he went through the bin of clothes you had. "Goodnight, Hwa," You smiled and gave him a side hug.

"Goodnight, Y/N. Thank you again." He smiled at you as you nodded quickly, walking away and shutting the door behind you. You made your bed on your couch. You laid down, stretching your legs out as you tried to get comfortable. You kept tossing and turning, trying to get comfortable, but you never realized you could feel each board on your couch as you were lying down. A sigh couldn't be fought from escaping your lips as you stared at the ceiling. You took a deep breath and shut your eyes, hoping to finally get some sleep.

Within minutes of shutting your eyes, you heard your bedroom door open and Seonghwa making his way to your kitchen. You sat up and looked over at him. "What time is it?" you mumbled as he looked over at you. "It's quarter to eight," You nodded a bit as you rubbed your eyes. They felt heavy since you didn't get any sleep. "Did you sleep well?" You smiled at him softly, questioning him as you stretched your arms out. He nodded as he watched you. "I needed it. Thank you again for letting me stay,"

"Of course, Hwa. You're my best friend, and you can stay over whenever you want." You smiled brightly at him. "Did you sleep okay…?" he questioned as you nodded, not wanting him to feel wrong about you giving him the bed. You stood up and walked over to him in the kitchen.

You couldn't help peeking at him for a brief moment. God, did he look perfect. It was hard to place what it was at this exact moment, but he looked as if he was a piece of handworked art. A blush spread lightly across your face as you examined him in a way. "Did you want to eat?" He spoke up as you nodded, his voice taking you out of your trance. "I can cook, or do you want to order some food?" You looked in the fridge as he thought. "Whatever is easiest for you, munchkin," Seonghwa grinned at you.

Your flush only increased at the nickname. It's been years since you heard him call you that. He would call you that over text once in a blue moon, but hearing it was different. He started calling you that after he listened to your mom call you that one day. But it was different when he used it; it came from him rather than your mom, which always made you flustered. "It doesn't matter to me," you smiled back at him. We can make breakfast together," he smiled at you.

You got everything out that you needed for your breakfast and watched as he started cooking before you could. You watched him for a moment before you snapped yourself back into reality. "Do you have to go to your dorm anytime soon?" You looked at him as he shook his head. "Nope," He continued cooking as you smiled. "Unless I wanted to spend time with my manager the whole two weeks," You nodded and watched as he plated the food for the two of you. "Breakfast is served," He placed the plate down carefully as you smiled at him. "Why thank you, kind sir," You grabbed utensils for both of you as you took a bite.

You thought for a moment. "Can I mention something?" You looked over at him as he nodded. "Yeah, you can talk about anything." He looked across the table at you. "So I was talking to my coworker the day that we finally made plans, and she kind of reminded me of something from the beginning of our friendship," You swallowed, thinking of the wording you should use. "It's silly, and I don't even know if it's worth mentioning now, but back in school, I had the biggest crush on you. I didn't want to ruin our friendship," You left out the fact it seemed like those feelings were resurfacing.

He nodded as he placed his plate in the sink. "I had a massive crush on you too. I always wanted to ask you to be my partner, but I never knew if you felt the same way." He scratched the back of his head sheepishly as he confessed. "Really?!" You couldn't help but exclaim as he nodded.

You pressed your lips together, and silence crept in as if both of you were thinking about what you could've been. "Is it too late to try again?" You let out quietly. He looked over at you and nodded. "It's not that I've lost interest, munchkin," He looked at you. "I'm just not strong enough to be in a relationship, and you deserve someone strong for you," He held your hand tightly. "Maybe once I'm feeling better, just not right now," He looked at you, a pain in his eyes as he had to reject you. You nodded at him, not wanting to cry.

You cleared your throat, slightly hurt from the subtle rejection. "Sorry, that was a lot for me to ask," You started the dishes as he shook his head. "Not at all; being with you, I do feel better, just not enough to start something with you." You nodded and smiled at him. "I get it,"

"I'm going to go see my parents for a bit," He smiled a bit weakly at you. "Thank you for letting me stay over," You nodded at him. "Anytime, Hwa," He gestured for a hug as you placed your head on his chest, wrapping your arms around him as he held you tightly. "I'll see you soon, okay?" He smiled at you as you nodded. "Say hi to your family for me," You smiled at him as he nodded and left.

You did receive texts from him more often than before, but your sudden confession created some distance. Part of you started to regret it, but Sooyoung was right that you wouldn't have to face him anytime soon, which you couldn't help feeling a bit grateful for.

You flipped through channels, seeing what was on for you to end the night. You stopped it at one of those challenge shows where they're running through some obstacle course. It was stupid, but it was something you didn't have to pay attention to. You curled up a bit as you pulled the blanket up.

You heard a faint buzz on your bedside table and looked over to see Hwa calling. "I can call you whenever, right?" His voice seemed weak as you picked up. You shot up as you heard him; you've never heard him this upset. "Hwa? what's wrong?" You could listen to his silent sobs on the line. "I'm sorry, I know it's late," He sniffed as you shushed him. "Don't apologize, what's wrong?" You repeated. "I just needed to hear your voice," You listened to him closely.

"Hwa," You started. "I'm sorry, munchkin, I just felt like I was spiraling. I don't mean to burden you,"

"You're not burdening me; I just want to know what's making you spiral," You spoke softly. "I just got bored, so I looked myself up, and I saw what some people had to say about me, and it got in my head,"

"Don't look at that stuff, Hwa; people are awful. You can never impress all of them. I care about you, and so does your family. We all are so proud of you and love seeing you do what you love. That's all that we look forward to, seeing you be you. I know it's hard because it feels like you can't be yourself right now," You didn't know what to say exactly; you just wanted to run to him, to hold him close and tell him he'll be okay. "Can I see you?" You kept your voice gentle.

"I'm at a park, the one near your place," he sniffed as you listened and grabbed your shoes quickly, almost running to the door. "I'll be right there," you ran down the steps and to the park. You saw him sitting on the swings, looking like a lost puppy as he stared up at the sky. "Hwa?" you called out as you walked over.

His eyes met yours as he stood up. You quickly took him into your embrace, and he held onto you tightly. He sobbed quietly. "I'm sorry it's so late," he sniffed as you shushed him. "I told you anytime, and I meant it," you held onto him tightly. He rested his head on yours. "Thank you for being here for me," you nodded against him. "Always," you reassured him.

The two of you sat in silence for a while, not knowing what to say. You heard his phone buzz, interrupting the silence you had. He didn't even bother to look at it. "Do you need to go back?" You looked at him as he was still spaced out. "Hwa?" You tried to get his attention. He shrugged. "I'll go back eventually." You pouted a bit at his answer. "I just want to stay here right now," he barely whispered. The two of you stared out at the night sky, leaning on one another. "Hey, Y/N?" Seonghwa interrupted the silence that came over again as you looked over. "Yeah?" You spoke softly. "I love you,"

You looked up at him, almost puzzled. "What?" His eyes met yours. "I love you. You're always here for me, and I don't know what I'd do without you. You came running to me."

You felt your heart speed up, hearing him say those words. It wasn't like he hadn't said it before, but for some reason, it felt different now. Maybe because you weren't teenagers hanging out anymore. "I love you too, Hwa." You studied him for a moment. "I know we don't see each other a whole lot anymore, but I think of you every day. You've always meant the world to me." You confessed.

A smile slowly appeared on his face, hearing you. "I hope this is the hardest part of us trying to hang out together," You cocked your head a bit, "What do you mean?" You questioned as he picked your hand up from your lap and intertwined his fingers with yours. "Sneaking around to hang out like this, me freaking out, not being strong enough to be in an actual relationship with you," He listed as you nodded. "I just don't want you to resent me," His voice sounded sad as he spoke. "I don't resent you, Hwa; I could never."

He nodded as he held your hand tight, but not to the point it hurt. You saw him thinking for a moment. "I really want us to be more; just being near you makes me feel better, and I feel like I'm not being used. You make me feel so much more human than everyone I'm surrounded by," You squeezed his hand a bit. "You don't have to keep saying that Hwa, I believe you,"

He nodded a bit as his phone rang again. "You should take that," You looked at him as he nodded a bit, pulling his phone out of his pocket. You could tell it was his manager just from the change in his demeanor as he answered the call. He was being scolded for not being at his dorm, especially since he was scheduled for practice 40 minutes from the time of that call. He hung up and looked at you sadly. "I have to go," He looked at you, still holding your hand. You nodded, letting him go, but he still held on for a moment. You watched him, the way he seemed frozen, not wanting to move from the moment you were having.

You shook your hand in his a bit to get his attention as he reluctantly let go. "I'm sorry for keeping you up so late," He looked at you. "It's alright, Hwa, go to your practice. Text me after, okay?" You smiled at him as he nodded. Your smile was still imprinted on your face as you walked away. You turned back to see him still standing there, hands in the pockets of the loose pair of sweatpants he was wearing. He was watching to make sure you made it to your apartment safely.

Your heart seemed to be growing more for him than it has ever. Every waking moment, you thought about him, and he seemed to be doing the same. Texting you constantly, giving you minor updates, and calling you at night. He wasn't having as much trouble as he did that one night. You wanted to have that relationship you both seemed to be yearning for. You were terrified it would end up being the right person, wrong place situation, but you didn't want to push his feelings. You let a few months go by, hanging out here and there. It seemed as if he was changing slowly. His smile and laugh were more genuine than before. The idea of a relationship wasn't your concern anymore. Just making sure he was happy and in the right headspace mattered to you.

To Hwa: "How are you feeling today?"

From Hwa: "A bit tired from practice."

From Hwa: "How are you feeling? Are you busy today?"

To Hwa: "No plans today! Just a meeting at work. Did you want to hang out later?"

From Hwa: "Yeah! Is seven okay?"

To Hwa: "Perfect!"

You put your phone away as you headed into your cubicle. You sat down and worked on some emails and other information you had to review before the meeting. You wanted to go home early so desperately to make it seem as if your time with Seonghwa was going to be sooner. Once your meeting finally came to a close, you practically jumped out of your seat. You ran out, almost tripping on yourself as Sooyoung held back a laugh. "You're seeing him again, aren't you?" She teased as you picked up what was left at your desk. "Maybe," You said in a teasing tone as you grabbed your stuff and laughed a bit.

Once you got home, you changed into something more comfy. You turned on the TV and lit a candle as you sat on the couch. You grabbed a throw blanket and put it on your lap, getting comfortable on your couch, just waiting for him to arrive. That's when you heard the knock; you stood up and opened the door to Seonghwa. You looked puzzled as he stood there with a bouquet of your favorite flowers. "What's this for?" You questioned as he smiled. "I'm ready,"

Your confusion only grew more as you looked at him. "I'm ready," He smiled at you. "Okay?" You questioned, wondering what he could've met. He realized that you were confused and smiled a bit. "I want to be with you; I want nothing more than to love you on an even deeper level. So if you'd do me the greatest honor, would you be my partner?" He smiled at you as you looked at him wide-eyed, not expecting the question.

You wrapped your arms around him tightly as you pulled him in closer. He laughed at your reaction as he looked up at him. "Absolutely," He smiled as he leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on your lips, making both of your cheeks flush brightly. You kissed him back, your lips melting into his as if you were made for each other, and damn, did it feel good to have finally made it to that point. Even though it was your first kiss with him, it came so naturally that it felt satisfying, but it was not as satisfying as finally being able to say you were dating Park Seonghwa.

[k-library]

Newly added to the Shelf by @kpopflowerfield "ew | bang chan"

ew | bang chan

ღ pairing: chan x gn! reader

ღ word count: 1.4k

ღ genre: angsty

ღ rating: sfw

ღ networks: @k-vanity @k-library

ღ authors note: my first oneshot in my nectar series :)) i hope you enjoy!!!

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You sat at the dinner table, spacing out as you played with the food on your plate. You kept yourself occupied since your boyfriend wasn’t paying attention anymore, not just at dinner but every day. It seemed he wasn’t willing to have a conversation; you couldn’t even remember the last time you talked. It felt as if he was never there anymore. He always seemed to be going out with his friends or playing around in his studio since he’d told you he wanted to take music seriously. Maybe he would speak to you every once in a blue moon, but it always felt so awkward and unnatural for you to talk now. Even though he would say he loved you, it didn’t feel genuine. “Hey babe, I’m gonna go out with a couple of friends,” He looked over at you as he stood up to put his dishes in the sink. You felt tears forming as you continued to push around the same piece of your meal. “Babe?” He questioned since you haven’t spoken.

You picked your head up, turning your head to the side. “Okay,” You could barely let out. You wanted to let out more, telling him you’d wish he stayed or that you finally wanted to go out and do something couple-like. You wanted to beg him to stay in just for tonight. Before you could express your thoughts, he was already walking out the door—the tears you were holding back started falling. The salty drops hit your lips as you cleaned your plate before going to your bedroom.

You sat in your bed, staring up at the ceiling. Wiping your face with the back of your hand as you thought about what you once had with Chan. The flowers he’d surprise you with, the cute nicknames that didn’t sound as empty, the places he’d take you out to surprise you. All of it meant so much to you, but you started to guess that after three years, it shouldn’t have mattered as much as it did, or at least that’s what Chan must have thought.

The door opened as you exhaled a bit. You didn’t realize how long you were drowning in self-pity. “I’m home!” He announced as he walked in the door. You could hear him placing his keys on the counter and his gentle footsteps as he walked to the bedroom. You stood up from the bed as Chan turned on the light. As he saw you, he had a soft, gentle smile, but it dropped slowly. He looked at your puffy eyes and the stains that ran down your cheeks. “What’s wrong?” His eyes darted quickly around your face as he tried to figure out what had happened in the hour he was gone for you to be crying.

You pursed your lips, a bit embarrassed that he had now seen the aftermath of what you’d been doing for the past month. He leaves to go out and enjoy his time with some friends, and you sit in your bedroom with the lights off, crying and reminiscing the two of you have had. The worry on his face wasn’t going anywhere as he kept looking at you, hoping to get an answer. “Y/N…babe? seriously, what’s wrong?” His voice suddenly sounded wounded as he kept asking what created this sadness.

You kept your eyes down, studying the hard wooden flooring between the two. Your throat felt as if it was closing as you tried to decide where to start. “Do you not love me anymore?” you asked, your voice wavering as you held back tears. Even though you weren’t looking at him, you could tell Chan was taken aback by your question.

“Y/N, I do love you,” He stared at you, waiting for you to look at him. “Please, look at me,” He begged as you slowly lifted your head, your eyes meeting his. “What makes you think that?” His brows furrowed a bit as he looked at you. You bit the inside of your lip before you took a deep inhale. “I feel as if you don’t have the time for me. You’re always going out and never with me. I feel as if I’m no longer enough for you.” You held back more tears that were fighting to come out. “I feel like you’re going to let me go so that you can continue with whatever you’re doing with your friends for a longer time.”

He shook his head quickly at your confession. “I’m not leaving you. I feel as if we have taught each other how to love and that love is between us, and I would never imagine myself giving it to someone else,” He reassured you, gently putting his hands on your arms. You nodded a bit, wondering if you should believe his words. “I promise, I’m not going anywhere,” He sounded as if he was trying to reinforce what he was saying as he wrapped his arms around you, resting his head atop yours. That’s when you couldn’t fight against your tears any longer, letting them fall as you hugged him back. “I’m not letting you go,” he whispered.

Your heart felt a tang as if his words weren’t comforting you. “I worry that I’m not enough for you, not about you letting go. We used to do everything together, and now I can’t help but feel lost, as if you don’t want to be near me.” You rambled, “We wake up, don’t say a word, and maybe offer each other breakfast; you go to the studio to work on your music. You come home, we make dinner, and then you leave right after to go out with friends. What is the point of saying we’re dating when we barely see each other, let alone speak,”

Chan stared at you momentarily, lost on what he could say, as you pulled yourself out of his embrace. “I feel as if this is your world; I’m playing a minor role in it,” You swallowed, feeling as if you said what you needed to say. You sat back on the bed to see if he had anything else to add. He shook his head, pushing his hair back as he stared at the ceiling—lost for words. “I don’t even know how to respond,” He scoffed a bit. “How could you even come to that conclusion?”

Your eyebrows furrowed as his tone sounded like he was accusing you. “How can I?” An edge formed in your voice as you looked at him. “Maybe I can think that way because I never see you! We live together, Chan!” You held your temples. “Last I knew, we never pictured us as temporary! That’s why we moved in together; we’ve been dating for the past three years,” You slowly calmed down the more you talked. “That’s why I’m ‘so insecure.’” You used air quotes around it.

He watched as you stood up again, walking to the closet and grabbing your sweatshirt. Throwing it on and walking to the door, making sure to grab your keys as you push your feet into whatever pair of shoes was most convenient. “Where are you going?” He questioned as you shrugged, not looking back at him. “I’m just going out; I’ll come back at some point,” You shut the door behind you as you walked out to the sidewalk.

You aimlessly walked down the street, kicking pebbles in the way. Your imagination is filled with just running off and creating your own life since your one with Chan wasn’t working. The concept of the end wasn’t too shocking for you as you couldn’t help but wonder what your relationship would currently look like if nothing had changed. Deep down, you still were head over heels in love with Chan, but you couldn’t help but feel like you were an extra in his life.

You looked up at the grey sky as if an answer would fall on you for everything you wanted to find out. Part of you was starting to regret speaking your mind for once. Maybe you wouldn’t feel as much dread as you did at that moment about going home. You kept aimlessly walking until the stars appeared. You held your head down as you returned to your shared apartment with Chan.

You opened the door, took off your shoes, and headed towards the bedroom. You pushed the door open quietly, peeking a bit, and saw Chan sleeping peacefully. You pressed your lips together carefully as you put your sweatshirt in the closet and laid down next to him. The peace froze over how awkward you were feeling. Maybe that conversation was nothing, but it can still work between you. You curled up after reassuring yourself, knowing the conversation most likely wouldn’t be brought up again.

[illusionnet]

Check this new post by @kpopflowerfield "TICK TOCK | kys & jyh"

TICK TOCK | kys & jyh

ღ pairing: business! yeosang x fem!reader

roommate/coworker! yunho x fem!reader

ღ word count: 11.2k

ღ genre: angst, smut and some fluff at the end

ღ rating: nsfw MDNI

ღ warnings: cursing, rough sex, pet names such as baby, good girl, my love, reader sends nudes, oral sex! (f receiving), hair pulling(reader pulling yeo’s), yeo is a bit sadistic, teasing, dom! yeosang, unprotected sex(don’t do that), mention and description of infidelity, breakup, reader has a bit of a breakdown

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ღ summary: Reader is in a stable relationship with Yeosang until he messes up. Creating massive change making reader breakdown until your coworker Yunho is there to help.

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Yeosang stretched out as he woke up, yawning loud enough to make you shift in bed from the noise he was making. "Good morning," he smiled at you and kissed your cheek. He didn't mean to wake you, but he couldn't help but be delighted to see your face. A tired smile formed on your face as he got out of bed, grabbing his clothes before heading to the bathroom to take his shower. 

You sat up, rubbing your eyes. You wanted more sleep desperately, but it wasn't worth it to you. Falling back into your REM cycle would take too long for you to enjoy your sleep fully. Yeosang walked out of the bathroom, towel-drying his hair as you watched him. His shirt was sticking to his defined abdomen. To say you were taking a peek was an understatement. Yeosang laughed as he noticed you, and you blushed. "Hey, it's not fair that you look this good in the morning, especially after a shower," You huffed a bit as he laughed a bit more. "You look even better," He spoke with such a flirty tone. 

You wanted to grab him and absolutely ravage him with the way he looked and the deep voice he was speaking in. Your mind was elsewhere as he was talking to you now. You couldn't focus on the words he was saying. Your mind was on the idea of being wrapped around him. "Baby?" He called out as you looked up. "Yes?" You smiled innocently; the bright red color that had taken over your cheeks gave you up immediately. "I'm going to work now," He walked to your side of the bed and planted a kiss on your lips. "Have a good day," You pulled away from him as he fixed his jacket and walked out.

You got up for the day and cleaned up, even if it was a bit unwillingly. Even though he left hours ago, you were still thinking about the way he looked that morning. You could feel how tense your body was as if it was waiting for Yeosang to come to relax and unravel you. You lay down in your bed once you finished with your tasks. You turned on a TV show to watch, just as background noise as you picked one of the many books you kept saying you were going to read. It only took about twenty minutes of reading before you lost interest and started to pay attention to the show you turned on instead.

You checked the time and walked to the bathroom to take a shower since you didn't have anything else to do. You heard your phone buzz against the marble counter as you got out of the shower, wrapping yourself in a towel. You picked it up and smiled at Yeosang's text. Every day, he sent you one, so you knew he was leaving work and heading home to you, it was like your own little routine. You texted him back, letting him know you couldn't wait to see him and following up with a photo of you; you didn't want to reveal too much to him. Just enough to make him excited for what you had planned. 

You quickly dried your hair and lit a few candles in your bedroom for mood lighting. You looked around, trying to find something you could wear. As you dug through your drawer full of lingerie, you decided it was too much to find something to put on, only for Yeosang to look at what you were wearing for only a few minutes before he took it off of your body. You settled on changing your towel for a dry one as you lay down on your bed. You knew what Yeosang liked and the usual responses to positions he would have you lay in, so you made sure to pose yourself in the way he liked. 

You heard the door open and shut, the sound of his shoes flying off as he came into your room, smirking. You knew that you turned him on just the right amount. "I see you're already in position for me, baby," You nodded, "Of course I am; I wouldn't want to make your work any harder," A sweetness was in your voice mixed with the sultryness. "Good girl," He rasped out  climbing on top of you to kiss you roughly. You could tell how satisfied he was with your responses as he crouched down on the side of the bed, reaching up and yanking your hips to meet his face. "Let's just take this off of you then, baby," He bit his lip; it was like he was playing with your patience. Seeing how far he could go before you started begging and whining for him. He pushed the towel off of you and spread your legs. 

"Such a pretty pussy," He mumbled softly. His finger started to tease your slit. You couldn't help but let out a soft whimper of desperation as he smirked at you. He moved his hand away from you as he made his fingers wet with his saliva. He looked up at you, seeing your hips shift out of neediness. He already knew how badly you wanted him to touch you, and the way you were moving for him only made his own hunger grow. 

He started to rub his finger around the area of your clit, not touching it just yet, just to see you squirm before he actually began to move his finger on you. You moaned out as soon as he started to rub his finger in gentle circles. The pleasure took over immediately. "You're such a good girl," His eyes were glued to your body, watching every movement you made. He leaned down, placing a kiss on your now soaking-wet cunt. He moaned against you and pushed his tongue inside of you. You cried out, reaching down to grab his hair.

He smirked at your movements as you pulled gently. The contrast of his tongue darting in and out of you and his finger still moving in soft circles around your clit was sending you into euphoria. "Yeosang," You moaned out; it was almost inaudible from how breathy you were. Your noises fueled him. He was so meticulous and always wanted to make you feel good. But to you, it seemed like every time he decided to eat you out, it was getting better and better. 

You tugged at his hair as his tongue moved up to your clit. He sucked on it lightly, swirling his tongue around as he moaned against you. Your back arched as you moaned out his name desperately, almost begging for him to just fuck you. He smirked to himself as he moved away. His sudden absence made you sit up a bit. He stripped off his clothing and then looked at you. "Back up a bit," His words weren't harsh, but they were a bit demanding. You backed up a bit as he grabbed some pillows, placing them so they'd be under your hips. He kissed your chest carefully, leaving little bites here and there as you laid down for him. 

He got himself situated and then started to tease you, rubbing his tip on you and moving up and down your opening. You shifted a bit, almost as if you were trying to put his hard cock in you on your own. He bit his lip and carefully pushed in. His arms were above you as he held onto the bed frame to keep himself steady as he pushed his whole length inside of you. The pressure he was creating in your body made you moan out. "Y-Yeosang," You sounded so desperate. "Yeah?" He responded in such a cocky, almost sarcastic way, as if he didn't know why you were moaning out his name. His thrusts into you were leaving you at a loss for words. 

Each pound to your pussy was making your chest bounce, which was a view Yeosang loved to watch whenever he had you in missionary. Your legs wrapped around his waist, making him smirk, knowing he was pleasing you. Whenever you did that, he knew your orgasm was close. He kept his speed and pace as much as he could. He knew switching it up this late into it would be a mistake, and you wouldn't get the pleasure he craved for you to have. He looked down at your face, watching it contort with pleasure. "Cum for me," He practically growled out at you. 

You could only moan in response to his words. The knot in your stomach felt tighter until you felt it unravel. Your pussy wrapped around him a bit tighter as you reached your climax. His cock was throbbing, and you loved the feeling of it as he kept going. "Where should I finish?" He asked you, not knowing if you'd want to swallow or let him paint you. "In me," You let out breathlessly. His eyes widened a bit at your suggestion. It turned him on more than he even thought it would as he sped up a bit. Going at a pace a bit faster to make himself reach his climax. 

He groaned a bit as he pushed into you as deep as he could. He threw his head back as you felt him start to fill you with his seed. You quivered at the feeling. Beginning to close your hips before he could even pull out. He panted as he looked down at you. You watched him, just in awe of how good he made you feel. He leaned down, his body pressing on top of you as his lips met yours. Yeosang couldn't help but smile in satisfaction against your lips. Yours pressed against him, deepening the kiss and making it a bit more passionate until he pulled away. "I'm gonna pull out now, okay?" He looked down at you as you nodded. 

Your lips pressed together as he pulled out. He walked to the bathroom quickly and grabbed wipes, cleaning you up and himself. He kissed your forehead with a smile. "I'm gonna start the shower for you, okay?"

You sat up. "Don't you want to join me?" You looked at him, raising your eyebrow as he laughed at you. "Who would I be to say no?" He looked over at you from the bathroom. You made your way over to him and couldn't stop yourself from looking. Your eyes shifted as you stared at him, admiring every part of his body. 

He waved his hand in front of you for your attention, making you laugh at his actions. "Sorry, I was just taking in the view," You smiled at him as he shook his head. "Come get in the shower, It's nice and warm," 

You climbed in after him, clipping your up hair right before sighing in relief, feeling the water hit your back. He couldn't help himself from staring at you. Your state of bliss made him feel at peace. He always promised you that he would provide for your every need, no matter what it was. "You're perfect," He cooed. Your cheeks flushed as you looked at him. "I could say the same about you," You retorted a bit, almost as if you were making it a competition. 

He leaned down to kiss your forehead. "Can I get some of the water now?" He looked at you as you stood under the shower head, just wanting to enjoy the warm water as you washed yourself up. You didn't even realize you were taking all of it for yourself. You moved carefully, almost pushing him to be under the shower head. "I'm sorry! It should still be warm," You reassured him. He nodded and reached down, turning it up a little bit. He made you feel bad enough for hogging all the water. He didn't want to tell you that you also used up the hot water he started the shower with. 

"Oh, how was work today?" You smiled, realizing you didn't quite get the chance to ask him earlier. "Good," he nodded, turning the water off as he got out and grabbed both of you a towel. You followed after him, taking the towel carefully and wrapping it around yourself. "I actually have a business trip I have to go on," he looked over at you.

You always hated it when he left for a trip. You didn't have any fears of him cheating, but all you wanted was for him to be nearby. "Where to?" Your voice got smaller than it was moments ago as he smiled softly. "New York, I think it's only three days," Your anxiety kicked in a bit, he never left Korea for a business and trip and now he’s going across the world.

You nodded to yourself, trying to calm your nerves. "When do you leave?" you asked, watching as he walked out of the bathroom. Your eyes were locked onto his back muscles, watching how they moved when he grabbed his shirt off the hanger. "In two days," he put the shirt on and got the rest of himself dressed. 

You sauntered over to your closet. Putting on one of your many nightgowns that were purchased for you over the years. You spaced out a bit as you changed, his arms wrapped around your torso as he planted a gentle kiss on the back of your neck. "Are you hungry, my love?" His words slipped through your trance as you turned your head a bit to look up at him. "Yeah, I can make us something," You smiled softly at him as he let go of you. Playfully smacking your butt as you walked towards the kitchen. 

You were distracting yourself for the next thirty hours to take your mind off the fact that Yeosang was leaving you. It was more of an anxious feeling for yourself, it was a change in your routine but it wasn’t permanent and you needed to remind yourself that. There were also your common fears that everyone had, like being alone in your apartment for a few days without him to hold you close at night. It wasn't that you didn't live in a safe neighborhood, but it was always one of those fears you had in the back of your mind that someone would break into your place in the middle of the night.

You zipped up the duffle bag, turning to hand it to Yeosang. "Thank you, baby." He placed a kiss on your forehead as you nodded. "Be safe. Have a good time. I'll be waiting right here for you." You smiled at him as he nodded. I'll text you as soon as I land, okay, my love?" You barely got out an "okay" as he walked out. 

Your nerves of being alone calmed down; there wasn't any reason for you to be freaking out. You were on the ninth floor, and you always kept your door locked, and you were perfectly safe. Plus, it wasn’t an actual change. He was coming home to you in three days and nothing will have changed. Him being gone gave you more time to do some self-care than before, and you can even restart the book you wanted to read the other day. You grabbed the book off of your nightstand, divulging yourself in the text before you. You couldn't remove yourself from it until you heard your phone buzz. Yeosang had been in meetings all day, so you wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to text him. 

[20:37] Yeo: I love you so much, baby. I can't wait to see you at home. 

[20:53] Yeo: I had only one meeting. You must be busy. I won't bother you too much. I love you.

Your lips curve upwards as you read his message. 

[21:54] Y/N: I love you Yeo! Sorry, I've been reading one of those books I wanted to get to. It's so good! I'll tell you more later. 

You saw a bubble still on the top of your messages as you went and clicked on it, taking you out of the conversation with Yeosang. You were a bit surprised to see a few messages from his coworker, Wooyoung.

[21:03] Jung Wooyoung: I'm so sorry to text you at this time. You need to know something.

[21:05] Jung Wooyoung: Can you call me?

[21:26] Jung Wooyoung: I hate to tell you this way, but I will.

Your eyes scurried over what seemed like worrying messages from Wooyoung. Your fears started to take over as you started to picture an injured Yeosang. You began to type a message, then went to the last text you received from him. Your heart sank, and your fingers halted from the message you were about to send as you stared at your phone.

[21:30] Jung Wooyoung has attached an image

[21:30] Jung Wooyoung: I'm sorry Y/N

Your throat felt tight as you zoomed in on the photo. It couldn't be; Yeosang would never cheat on you. You examined the photo Wooyoung sent you. It was impossible to deny that Yeosang was in the photo making out with a random girl in the bar. Every part of you was telling yourself it wasn't true, but no one had the same birthmark he did. Tears came streaming down your cheeks. You stared at Yeosang's contact. You were trying to get the right words together but didn't even know how to start.

You swallowed, going to a group chat with older friends from school. You didn't keep in touch as much as you guys would've hoped, but you would still message each other with updates here and there. It took a lot of work for you to think about messaging them. They were already weird when they heard about how you've been living with Yeosang. They had nothing against him, but they weren't really on board with the idea of him paying for everything and anything you wanted, giving you a place to live rent-free, and all he would ask for was your love and help around the house. They feared you'd end up trapped if something ever happened, but you didn't want to listen to him. You were sure he was going to the one. 

You bit the inside of your lip, swallowing your pride as you hit send. 

[22:38] Y/N: I'm so sorry to message all of you so late. I've run into a situation. I am still trying to figure out what I should even do. Yeosang left for a business trip to Kyoto. I was myself, and I got worked up because I hate being alone, but I just calmed down earlier after he texted me that he landed. Then, about an hour ago, his coworker started texting me to say that something had happened. I began to think he was dead with the way he was texting. Then he sent me a photo. It was Yeosang. I had been sitting here for thirty minutes, desperately trying to convince myself that it wasn't him. But it was him in the photo with his tongue down a random woman's throat. I genuinely am lost and don't know what I should say to him.

You tearfully sent the message; you weren't even sure you'd get a response until all three of them chimed in. They all gave you the same advice. Get a job. Get stable enough. Then leave. Those three steps started to seem daunting to you. You never imagined this big of a change for yourself. You haven't had a job since you were eighteen. You stopped to focus on school, and then your focus shifted to Yeosang, which put the idea of working so far out of your mind. You needed to figure out how to explain the six-year gap in your resume; it wasn't like you stopped working to take care of children or a family member.

Your heart was beating out of your chest as you went to bed that night. You never pictured yourself working again after he promised you he would take care of you no matter what, but now you had no choice but to take the leap of faith. Yeosang's infidelity made you feel sick to your stomach. Not solely based on his actions but also on your friends' being right. You were trapped in the relationship at this exact moment, which is where their fears started years ago. You needed more than five grand to cover the deposit required for most places in the area, and you didn't want to blow your entire savings account to run away. Plus, you'd need that for actual big emergencies if anything were to happen.

The next day came, and your morning played out the way you had expected it to. You put on the most presentable thing you had in your closet and stared in the mirror for a while, unsure if you were ready to make this huge step. You walked around as many businesses as you could, handing out your application and asking for an interview. Most didn't even bother continuing a conversation with you after seeing such a large gap between your last job and now. 

Every place you went to made your body fill with so much dread. Your feet were hurting from how much you were walking around, and all you wanted at that moment was for a place to sit. You tried to power through the pain until you felt like you couldn't. You sat down on the first bench you could find. You took a deep breath and sighed as you stared up at the sky. 

Involuntarily tears started to fall on your face as you put your head down. Your body shaking ever so slightly from the sobs. You tried to hold your breath to make yourself stop crying, but it only made it feel like your heart was climbing up into your throat. You took some deep breaths and let your body calm down as you checked your phone. 

[11:25] Yeosang: Good morning, sleepy head. I'm in my second meeting today. I'll be home tonight! I can't wait to hear about the book that you read!

Your body filled with so much rage reading his message. You wanted to scream out loud how much you hated him at the moment. Part of you needed to call him and run down a list of as many foul names as you could call him. You wanted to, but you knew you couldn't. You had a plan you needed to follow; you needed to keep yourself level-headed, as if nothing was wrong. You stared at the message.

[11:32] Y/N: Okay! I can't wait to see you later

You shoved your phone into your pocket as you stood up. You made your way back to your place. Until you saw a convenience store with a hiring sign in the window and get ready to walk in. You went to open the door and stopped, checking your reflection in the mirrored handles, making sure your makeup didn't look too messy from your breakdown. You exhaled deeply and pulled down the bottom of your shirt bit. You opened the door and found yourself the manager. Introducing yourself and handing him your resume. 

You watched him anxiously, seeing his eyes follow every word before he put his hand out to you. "You're hired," He smiled as you looked at him, a bit surprised. "I'm sorry," You cleared your throat. "I'm hired?" You couldn't help but question how fast his answer was. "When can you start?" He looked at you. "Monday, anytime from 9:30-4:30," You nodded as he looked at you. He walked to the back, grabbed a piece of paper, and started writing down your hours. "Oh, if possible, can I not work on weekends?" He looked at you disappointed, and you realized how big of a deal breaker it is for you to ask that. "It's okay if I need to," You cleared your throat as his face relaxed a bit. "This is your schedule, and I wrote down your pay." You held the piece of paper quickly and nodded.

"I'll see you Monday. Thank you so much." You walked out shortly after and couldn't help the grin that appeared on your face. You grabbed your phone and clicked on the group message with your friends. 

[13:02] Y/N: I got a job!

You practically skipped back to your place as you saw all your friend's messages congratulating you. You looked at the paper, almost in awe that you were able to find a job in a day. The joy that had filled you disappeared within moments as the door opened. The sound of Yeosang's shoes coming off and the door closing triggered your anger. 

He walked into the bedroom. "I've missed you," he smiled as he saw you lying in your shared bed. He kissed your forehead, his eyes looking at you admiringly. "I missed you too," you forced a smile to appear on your face as he lay next to you. So, how has your day been? How was your book?" he questioned.

Every time he opened his mouth, all you could think about was the photo his coworker sent you. You just wanted him to shut up and never speak to you again, but you knew that wasn't possible. You needed him at that moment, and that's what made you hate him more. "Love?" He looked at you. You looked into his eyes; the adoration he had was so apparent. You looked away quickly. "My book was good. I didn't do much today; I just laid around." You smiled softly. You wanted to tell him you were leaving him and starting your own life without him. You wanted to say to him that he was nothing more than a piece of shit for cheating. You yearned to leave him so desperately, but the way he was looking at you at that moment made your heart hurt. 

If he loved you the way he was looking at you, why would he cheat? You didn't know if he actually went further than making out with her, but you couldn't imagine he didn't. You also were terrified to learn if he did. You stared off, lost in space, as he looked at you. "What are you thinking about?" He pushed a piece of your hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear. His touch made your blood boil. It was so hard for you to bite your tongue. "Nothing," You stood up and walked to the bathroom. You shut and locked the door behind you as you sat on the floor. 

You wanted answers but wanted to avoid asking the questions. The rest of the week, you spent wallowing in your self-pity as you played stupid with him. It was easy to make sure he didn't catch on as he was too focused on what he believed would make you happy. In his mind, though, he was fearing you found out. You managed to keep it a secret that you were working, and it was simple enough. Yeosang left around quarter to nine, and you'd go by 9:15 and be back by 4:30, leaving forty minutes in between you getting home and Yeosang coming home. 

"I'm gonna call out," You heard him from the bedroom. Your ears filled with a high-pitched ringing. He never called out; it was supposed to be perfect. He always went to work, and now you did too. Your secret was about to be blown; that was your biggest fear. You were able to hide it for about a month and a half, and now all that sneaking around was for nothing. "Are you feeling okay?" You called out as he stretched. "I'm just exhausted; I don't think going to work today would be good." You nodded as you changed into one of your work outfits. "Where are you going?" He raised an eyebrow as you looked at him. "I'm going to go shopping. I usually go around this time." 

You smiled so that he could see it before it dropped as you ran off. Your shift was easy today, just stocking and a bit of cashiering. Plus, you got to work with your favorite coworker, Yunho. "What are your plans this evening?" He looked over at you with a smile. He was a ray of sunshine to you. He always seemed to be in a good mood, and you never heard him complain. "Just going home," You smiled as you finished putting away a box of chips. "You never go out, huh?" He looked at you.

You blushed a bit. "Nope," It was a bit sad to admit, but you always played it off as if you were a homebody and not some housewife without the rings. "What about you?" You looked over at him. "I'm going home too, just to play some games." He wiped down the counter as he spoke. "You always do that, don't you?" You laughed a bit as his blush formed. "Listen, it's fun! Plus, I play with people around the world, so I'm socializing," He came up with some excuses as you shook your head, laughing at him a bit. 

You looked around for something else to do. After a few moments of looking around, you realized Yunho had completed everything with you and pulled out your phone. 

[10:56] Yeosang: What are you buying?

You bit your lip as you thought of what to say. You still had five more hours to your shift, and there weren't many excuses you could come up with. 

[11:27] Y/N: A lot of window shopping! Just seeing what's around. 

You hope your excuse was enough for him not to question why you weren't home for so long and the gaps in your responses. "Wow, look at this slacker," Yunho teased you as you whined, putting your phone away. "I am not a slacker; maybe you are," You huffed as he laughed. "Maybe we're both slackers," you thought for a moment and then agreed. You looked at the wall of cigarettes behind you. "Do we have more to stock?"

Yunho shushed you. "Just stand here," he smiled as you stood next to him. You checked your phone to see it ringing, staring at the caller ID. "Hello?" you answered. "Can you come home? I'm not feeling that well." You swallowed. "Ah, okay. Do you need anything?" You responded to him; your voice fell flat as he said no. Yunho observed you as he saw your demeanor change quickly. You hung up and made eye contact with Yunho.

"Are you okay?" He asked as you nodded. "I'm so sorry to have to do this to you, but I need to go home. There's something I have to do." You smiled weakly at him as he nodded. He looked concerned for you as you ran out. You made your way home in minutes and opened the door. "I'm home, Yeo," You took your shoes off and saw him sitting on the couch. "What's wrong?" You asked him, but part of you still cared deeply for him.

"I just feel a bit hot," He nodded as you thought. "You had me come home for that?" You stared at him, unimpressed and ticked off. "Well, I always feel better when you're around, and you were just shopping," Your blood started to run cold. The words he was using were methodical, as he looked at you in a certain way. "Yeah, I know I just ran here," He nodded. "I'm going to lay down again." You nodded back at him as he stood up. 

"You don't need a job, by the way, and quite frankly, I'm hurt you didn't tell me." He turned his back to you and walked to the bedroom. All you could see was red at that moment. You slammed the door open. The rage was so much that you couldn't hold back. "I didn't care about the job," He looked at you, his voice gentle. "Go fuck yourself." You stared at him, his brows furrowed a bit by your sudden aggression. 

"What did I do?" He looked at you lost. You pulled out your phone and showed him the photo. "Don't you dare fucking deny it! That's you and some random woman kissing. God only knows what happened after but for fucks sake Yeosang." He stared at the picture and then at you for a moment. "Why didn't you bring it up to me when I came home weeks ago?"

You shook your head at his response; you didn't want to hear anything from him. "I wanted to get myself prepared, but I can't do it anymore." You walk to your closet, grabbing a bag and started stuffing it with your clothes and other personal items. "Do what?" He stood up, watching you intently. "Be with you." You looked at him. Tears did come down, but just by looking at your face, he knew you weren't lying to him.

"Please don't," He started to beg as you shook your head. "Don't start," you barked as he looked at you desperately. "Please don't leave me. I promise nothing happened other than that kiss." His voice was wavering. Your tears kept flowing. "Please, you can kiss someone else. We'd be even," His words only made your face contort in disgust. "That's sickening," You stared at him.

"Please, I need you." He begged. "And you need me," Those four words set a fire inside of you. "I don't need you. My friends were right that it was weird you wanted that type of relationship." Your voice was stern as you spoke. "You put me in a box. You kissed someone even though I didn't want to believe it was true for a second; it was just a kiss, and I wish I could believe that it was nothing more than that. But now I'm trapped; I can't leave you cause you have to pay for everything: my clothes, food, rent, and my hobbies. That's why I got my job. For my stability to not be stuck with someone I can't stand."

Yeosang has tears streaming at this point. He didn't even know what to say to you. You took a deep breath and picked up your bag. "I'm only going to wish you were here with me now. I'm going to think of you every day, Y/N. I love you," He swallowed. You looked at him before placing your key on the table next to him and left without saying a word.

As soon as the door shut behind you, the sobs started. The past five years of your life were with him. That place was your home, and you didn't even have a place to stay at that exact moment. It would be too embarrassing to call your parents and ask them to stay with them. Your friends weren't going to be willing when they had so much to deal with themselves. You sniffed as you walked down the street, feeling like a stray animal.

Your feet led you into the convenience store. You looked over at the counter to still see Yunho there. “Y/N?” He questioned. He looked puzzled to see you this late. "Do you want some help tonight?" You asked weakly. He stared at you in shock, examining you as he saw the remnants of the tears that stopped coming down and streaked through your makeup. He never saw you upset before. "Come sit down," He walked over to you, putting his arm around your back as he led you to your back room. "Sit here," He pointed to the stack of energy drink cases. 

"What happened?" His voice was quiet and comforting. "I broke up with my boyfriend," You sniffed. You didn't hear anything from him and started to worry that he thought it was lame for you to be this upset. His arms surprised you as they wrapped you up, pulling you into his chest. "I'm sorry," He spoke softly. You couldn't hold back the tearless sobs as you held onto him. "I don't know what to do or where to go. I just left; I had no plans or anything. I'm so stupid for it," You cried out.

"Hey, you're not stupid." He shushed you. "Yes, I am!" You got upset as he looked at you, pulling himself back. "Absolutely not," He took a deep breath then smiled at you. "How about you crash at my place? I have one of those pullout couches, and it would be in separate areas. So you wouldn't have to worry about anything." You looked at him in disbelief. "Are you sure? I really don't want to be a nuisance. I can stay at a hotel; I'll be okay," You rambled, not wanting to be too eager at his offer. "No way in hell will I let you stay in some shit hole. Live with me for now, okay?" 

You nodded a bit. "Here," He pulled away from the hug you were in, picking up your hand carefully as he placed his key in your palm. "Go relax; I'll knock or call you once I'm home." You looked at the key. "Are you sure?" You questioned as he nodded quickly. "Yes, I promise. Don't look at the mess too much," He laughed a bit nervously and scratched the back of his head. He pulled his phone out and sent you a message. "There's the address, too. My shift ends in forty minutes." He smiled at you.

"Okay," you answered a bit hesitantly as he smiled at you. "Just relax," he smiled as you nodded and clicked on the address he sent. You stared at the map that opened and started walking to his place. You felt a bit weird as if you were doing something illegal as you opened the door.  You shut the door behind you carefully, looking around his place, but you didn't see the mess he claimed was there. 

The orange hues that came through the curtains called you closer to the window as you stood in the middle of his place. You carefully wandered over to get a closer look at the view. Admiring the way the sky was painted, the pinks and purples mixed with the orange that called you over left you mesmerized. It wasn't a new thing to look out of the window, but for some reason, watching the sky and the way the city moved below it from Yunho's apartment was much more enjoyable. Your mind started trailing off from enjoying the view as you watched people's apartment lights turned on. 

You turned, looking around at Yunho's apartment. It was tidy, but it was very clearly lived in, making it feel much more like a home. You felt your phone buzz in your pocket and looked to see a text. 

[17:18] Yunho: I'm here!! Let me in, please:)

You walked over to the door and opened it for him. "Thank you, ma'am." He smiled at you as you smiled back a bit sadly. He walked to his living room and smiled softly. "So let me show you where you can stay." He walked into a room adjacent to where you were standing before. "Follow me," he smiled softly. You didn't realize you were standing still there. 

He pushed the door open, and you followed him as he turned on the light. "You can stay in here," He looked around. "I'm gonna clean it up a bit for you," He ruffled his hair as he looked at his room. There were a few pieces of clothing on the ground and his jewelry scattered around his nightstand, but that was all that was around. You were surprised by how neat his bedroom was. "Thank you," You looked up at him. "Where are you staying?" You questioned him. "Oh, in my gaming room! I'm sleeping in there more often anyways, so it works out." 

"You're one hundred percent sure?" You raised an eyebrow. "Shhhhh, don't question me," His tone was nothing more than playful. "Do you have any clothes?" He looked at the bag you had placed in the living room. "A few, more for work than anything." He nodded and walked to his closet, pulling out an oversized shirt he had. "This shirt is absolutely massive, so you can wear this to bed if you'd like," He smiled at you. "Thank you," He nodded, then walked to his door. "You have to stop thanking me, Y/N; you're a friend." He grinned. "I'm going to play games in the next room; if you need anything, don't hesitate to ask," 

You watched him walk away and shut the door behind him. You sat down on the bed and looked around at his bedroom, almost studying what was around. Your phone buzzed on your bed every few minutes, the screen lighting up each time to a photo of you and Yeosang. You reached over, looking at each text Yeosang had sent you.

[18:02] Yeosang: I'm really sorry, Y/N, please I would do anything for you to forgive me

[18:07] Yeosang: My love, I really need you back in my life. The house already feels empty without you around it. I need to talk to you, please. Please call me, I'm begging. 

[18:15] Yeosang: I don't know how else to express how sorry I am, Y/N. I was gone and couldn't keep track of the drinks I had. It meant absolutely nothing to me. I miss you far beyond words. I need to talk with you, please.

You left each message on read, tears welling up in your eyes as you tossed your phone again. The drop of your phone made you groan in response. You stood up and picked it up, hesitantly turning it over. Tears only overwhelmed your eyes again as you stared at the shattered screen. "Could anything get worse?" You mumbled to yourself as you put your phone on the bed. You walked into the bathroom that Yunho had connected to his bedroom, stripping yourself from the clothes you were wearing. 

You looked through the linen closet that Yunho showed you and grabbed a towel for yourself. You looked at the shower for a moment. The controls were way different than the ones at your place before. You looked at it, trying to figure out which way to turn it. You sighed and looked at the wall. "Oh fuck me," You mumbled. Any minor inconvenience at this point only set you off; it felt as if you were a ticking time bomb with everything hitting you at once. You stood up and wrapped the towel around yourself tightly. 

You heard his loud cheers and claps as he talked with people on some voice chat. "Yunho?" You walked over to the door, seeing the RGB lights shining through the door. "Yunho?" You called out again as you knocked on the door. "Come in!" He yelled out in response. 

You slowly cracked open the door and watched him as he clicked on his mouse over and over. He was lost in his game, almost forgetting that he told you to come in, and you hesitated about whether you should bother him. "I'm sorry to bother you," You scratched the back of your head. "Do you mind showing me how the shower works?" You held the towel tight to your body. You already felt inconvenienced staying at his place, but now you have to come to interrupt him in nothing but a towel to ask for help. "Uh yeah," He turned his head quickly, going to say something into his mic before looking back at you. 

"I'll, uh, be right back," He stuttered a bit into his mic. He stood up and led you to his bathroom. He leaned over and started it for you. "Do you like it hot or cold?" He held one of the knobs. "Hot, but not like melt your skin off hot," You nodded. "Gotcha," He smiled as he turned the knob and felt the water. "You should be all set now," You looked at him, his face red as he tried his best to avoid eye contact. "I appreciate you," You grinned. "See, I didn't say thank you then," You teased. 

He nodded as he awkwardly made his way out to the bedroom. "I'm just changing in here! I'll be gone before you come out." He called out as he grabbed his clothes. The steam from the shower creeping out of the bathroom door made Yunho turn his head. He shook his head to himself and covered his eyes as he walked over and shut the door. 

He cleaned up his room quickly so it didn't seem like he was intruding on what he had already considered your personal space. He looked over at the bed, watching the cracked screen light up as it rang over and over. "Hey, Y/N! You're getting a call!" he called out.

You rinsed your hair and thought for a moment. "Answer it!" You called out again. Yunho looked at your phone for a moment. Carefully sliding his finger across the screen. 

"Hello?" He cleared his throat.

"Oh," There was a pause for a moment. "is Y/N around?"

"She's just taking a shower. Is there something I should tell her?" Yunho's voice was sweet as he spoke. He had a feeling that the voice he was hearing was your ex-boyfriend. 

"Just tell her to call me back; I really need to speak with her,"

"Okay, I'll let her know. "Before Yunho could even finish his sentence, the call was over. 

"Who was it?" You called out as you got out. Wrapping a towel around you. "Not sure, they didn't say," He looked at the door. You nodded to yourself and looked at the shower. "can you come in and turn the shower off? I wasn't paying attention earlier; I'm sorry," His blush deepened. "Are you sure?" He questioned, making you laugh a bit. "You're sounding a bit like me, but yes. Please come in to turn it off. I'll watch this time," 

He opened the door carefully, making a beeline for the shower. "Here," He stared at the handle, and you watched him, making a mental note so you wouldn't have to bother him again. "Ah, okay," You nodded as he nodded back. He wouldn't make eye contact with you, which made you blush a bit. "I'm sorry, it's probably way out of line for me to ask you stuff while I'm like this,"

"No, it's okay," He nodded quickly. "I just don't want to look somewhere I shouldn't," You cocked your head a bit at that statement. "What do you mean by that?" You questioned. His cheeks flushed as you looked at him. "I just don't want to stare at you for a bit too long or let my eyes linger somewhere they shouldn't." He confessed. 

"I won't be upset or angry at you," you reassured him. I'd rather you at least make eye contact with me, silly. You're staring at the floor or looking at the ceiling as you talk to me." He nodded. "I'm going to get back to my game, okay?" He smiled at you, finally looking at your face as you nodded at him.

"Have fun!" you called out and walked to the bedroom after hearing Yunho shut the door behind himself. You took off your towel and started a small pile of your clothes that needed to be washed and changed into the shirt that he gave you to wear. You looked at your phone, clicking on your recent calls. You sighed a bit as you clicked on Yeosang's contact. There was barely a ring as he picked up almost immediately. 

"Hello?" 

"Y/N," he sighed out. "Thank you for calling me. I just needed to tell you how sorry I am. I miss you so much. I wanted to meet up to give you your key back."

"Yeo…" You hesitated. "I'm not getting back with you. I appreciate your apology, but I don't accept it."

You heard his breathing for a moment as if he was trying to find the right words. "Well, when can I give you the rest of your stuff?" He asked.

"Donate it."

"But it's all yours? You don't want it?" 

You thought for a moment, almost making a list in your head of what you still had there. 

"Nope, donate it or return it. I don't care what you do. You spent your money on it, and I don't want it anymore."

"Seriously, love? You don't want anything?!" His tone got more aggressive and annoyed. 

"Yes Yeosang! Stop calling me love; stop questioning my responses to you. I'm telling you what I want!" Your voice got louder.

"Y/N, I just want to see your face one last time."

"I'm not dying, so you'll be just fine. Please leave me alone, stop calling me, stop texting me,” you sounded defeated. “Just, stop."

"Please-"He started.

"Nope, I'm not hearing you out. Goodbye, Yeosang." You hung up quickly and stared at the ceiling. You thought you didn't have any more tears left after all the ones that spilled out today, but you were proven wrong again. 

You held your head in your hands, keeping your sobs to a low volume. The self-pity party was starting all over again as you pulled your legs in close to yourself. You just felt so stupid and as if your life was halting because of Yeosang. You wanted to love him forever; you wanted to marry him and have kids and create a future with him, and now you had to move on and start your own new life. It was daunting and scary. You hated change, and all of it was coming too fast. 

“Y/N?” You heard a soft knock followed by a sweet, honey-like voice through the door. "Yeah?" You swallowed, hiccuping in between sobs. "Can I come in?" You stood up, got off the bed, and opened the door for him. His eyes immediately connected with yours, searching for what he should say to you. He couldn't come up with the words and didn't even know how he could begin. He held his arms out for you as you crashed into him. 

He rubbed your back gently. "Let it out, don't let it bottle up. it's not healthy for you." You nodded and held onto him tightly. "Do you want to talk about it?" He looked down at you as you nodded a bit. "Let's sit down, okay?" He let go of you, and you sat on the bed. "What's wrong?" His voice sounded like velvet as he asked you, comforting you. "Just everything," You hiccuped a bit. "anything specifically?" He questioned you. You hated questions like that; you felt as if you didn't need to describe your answer in-depth, but Yunho felt deserving enough to you. "I broke up with my boyfriend of five years. He kept texting, and I got upset reading them, and I tossed my phone and shattered it. Then I called him back, and he was questioning every single response I gave him. Now I'm intruding myself into your life, and it's all so much at once. I hate it so much. Stuff like this makes me lose my mind," you rambled, feeling Yunho's comfort as he rubbed your back softly.

"I know it's a lot; I'm so sorry, Y/N. I promise you're not intruding on me at all. I offered, and I want you here; I love working with you, and the idea of us living together for a bit sounded like an amazing thing. You're the nicest person I know, and you honestly have made an impact on me in the few weeks I've known you." His words comforted you in a self-validation way. He let the silence linger for a moment before looking at you. "How about this? Tomorrow, we can get your phone fixed, and we can get a nice meal after work, okay?" He smiled as he saw you nod. "Speaking of, I don't think either of us ate dinner. Are you hungry for anything specifically?" You watched as your body leaned against his. "I'm not that hungry." You almost whispered as he looked at you. "Are you sure? I can make something, or we can have something delivered. There's a good burger place nearby; they deliver here a lot." He laughed a bit sheepishly. 

"I promise I'm okay," you looked up at him. He examined your face for a moment, looking at your tear-stained cheeks. He hesitated for a split second before he put his hand on your cheek, gently brushing the tears away with his thumb. “Everything will get better. I promise," he placed a kiss on the top of your head and smiled a bit cheerfully as he blushed at his own actions. 

Yunho was right. Eventually, everything did get better. He helped you get your phone fixed, and your relationship with him grew more profound. The two of you became like Bonnie and Clyde in a way, or Jett and Breach, as Yunho would say. You only partially understood what he meant by it other than the fact those became your characters when you played Valorant together. You both still worked at the same little corner shop together and wouldn't trade it for the world, even though people worried about your situation together as it didn't pay much. It was a bit awkward when you had to update your address with your boss as he was more old-fashioned and assumed that meant the two of you were much more than friends. It took a few weeks for him to believe you and put you on the same shifts together again. Having Yunho by your side made you feel better and as if you could get over anything; he even helped you get over your overwhelming hatred for change. You didn't even know it was possible, but then again, you hated even thinking about it.

"Sleepyhead, wake up!" Yunho yelled through the door as he knocked. "Wake up!" He kept knocking, which only gave him a groan in response. "I'm gonna dump cold water on you," He teased as he opened the door. You heard him laugh to himself for a moment, feeling him climb on your bed as you rubbed your eyes. "It's time to get up," he said in a sing-song voice and started jumping softly on the bed. "What are you doing?" you groaned a bit as you sat up. "Waking you up, we have stuff we have to do today," 

You groaned more as he said that. "What do we even have to do?" You pushed the blankets off of yourself as Yunho stopped jumping and sat down. "We need to get groceries, clean up a bit, and then go pick up our checks." Your eyes lit up a bit at that last part. "Come on, get up. Get going," He teased as he rushed you a bit. "Alright, alright, I'm getting up." You stood up and walked to your part of the closet, grabbing some clothes that you could throw on as Yunho walked out to the kitchen. 

You finished getting ready and yawned, walking out of your room. The strong aroma coming from the kitchen started to wake you up. "Is that coffee?" You looked over as he put a travel mug on the counter for you. "Made exactly how you like it: cream, extra sugar, and some chocolate sauce." He looked proud as you picked it up. "Okay. Let's get going," you smiled after taking your first sip. 

He walked down next to you and thought of something to say. "What did you want to eat this week? I was thinking of just getting some meats and vegetables." You nodded and thought for a moment. "How about some quick frozen meals, too? Just in case we're too lazy actually to cook something," He nodded quickly in agreement. "Your brain is so amazing," He stood in front of you and grabbed your face, squishing your cheeks a bit, and kissed you on the forehead. You couldn't help but crack up at him. 

His smile was proud as he walked with you into the store. "Oh, when should I give you my half for rent?" You looked at him, taking your final sip of coffee. "It's due next week, so whenever is fine," He shrugged and grabbed a cart. You both walked around, grabbing meals the two of you decided on and some extra stuff that you didn't really need. "That was a lot more than we expected, but it's fineee," Yunho beamed a bit as he spoke. he knew the budget you made didn’t exactly follow through, which usually upset you.Yet,  his cheerfulness was always there, he truly was a ray of sunshine so it was hard for you to get upset. You grabbed a few of the bags from the basket, and he grabbed the rest before putting the cart back where it belonged. "Yeah, but knowing us, we'll still eat it all." 

You carried the groceries into your apartment, and the two of you got to work putting everything away. "All done," you smiled innocently and walked towards the couch. "Where do you think you're going?" He laughed at you. "I want to relax," you groaned as you flopped down. We have to clean; it's looking a bit rough in here." 

You scanned the entire area around you. Maybe there was some dust around and a few pieces of garbage, but everything seemed perfect to you. You knew Yunho had his version of clean, and you didn't want to argue as you stood back up. "Alright. Tell me what to do, and I'll take care of it." Within moments, Yunho gave you a list of what he felt needed to be completed for the day and then started on his tasks as well. 

You wiped down the kitchen counters and laughed a bit to yourself as you threw out the paper towel you just used. "I feel like an old married couple when we do this stuff." Yunho looked over from the living room and shook his head at your joke, smiling a tiny bit, hoping you didn't notice it. "I think it's funny; it's okay if you don't," You pretended to be offended as you finished up what needed to get done in the kitchen and walked to your room. You felt your phone buzz in your back pocket and took it out carefully. You clicked to see a voicemail and played it. 

[11:19] Previously deleted number: "I hate to leave you a message like this. I know it's been about a year now, but I felt like I needed to update you. I'm still sorry about giving in to my weak spot in New York. I'm sorry for loving you without being honest and for the pain that I had created for you. Deep down, I still love you. You're still always on my mind, and I'll never forget you or resent you for leaving me. It was the right decision. I know we both ended up being hurt by my actions. I just wanted to let you know I'm leaving Korea. I'm heading to America for a new opportunity, and I was wondering if you'd like to meet up one final time. I'm leaving Seoul around one this afternoon. I know you wanted me never to contact you again, and I'm sorry I'm doing this. It's wrong of me. I'm sorry. 

The voicemail ended abruptly, and you stared at your phone. Yeosang was far out of your mind, but the news of him suddenly leaving made your heart drop, as if a part of it was leaving too. You shut your eyes for a moment. There was no reason to see him. He was an ex, and it could be weird if you went to send him off. Your thoughts clashed in your mind as you checked the time. You walked out to your living room and saw Yunho. "Hey, I'm going to go out for a bit; I promise I will start the laundry and everything else when I get back. I'm not bailing on you," You went straight for the door before Yunho could even get a word out. 

You started sprinting towards the airport. Your lungs burned from the cold air that you were so desperately sucking in. You stopped for a moment, then scoffed at yourself. You wanted to stop trying to tell yourself that there wasn't a reason to go. It felt as if your heart was pleading for you to see Yeo one last time. You took a deep breath and rechecked the time, seeing it was a quarter to twelve. "Shit," You mumbled before taking off on your sprint again, pushing by people carefully as you made it to the airport. 

You walked in and looked around for a few minutes. You sat down on an empty bench to catch your breath from all the running. You watched everyone who passed by, desperately searching the crowd for Yeosang. Your eyes welled up a bit, and you wiped them. Maybe it was for the better that you didn't see him. You stood up and started to walk towards the exit; there wasn't no point in sitting there for another twenty minutes. 

“Y/N?” The familiar voice made your head snap to the direction it came in. Your eyes welled up again, seeing him stand there with his carry-on and passport in hand. "Yeosang?" You stared at him. "You really are leaving," You let out softly as you both walked closer together. "I didn't actually expect you to come. I thought you hated me." He looked at you in shock. You stared at him, studying his face intently. He didn't change one bit. "I did hate you for a bit, but I decided it wasn't worth hating you anymore a while ago." 

"I really hate to make myself sound so selfish, but I still really love you, Y/N," He confessed, adjusting the laptop bag he had on his shoulder. "I really wish I could go back in time and change everything that happened." You listened to his words and looked at the floor for a moment. "I do, too," He looked at you, a bit surprised. "What would you change?" His eyebrow raised a bit. "I should've just sat down and talked it out with you. I should've told you what hurt me, but I didn't want to make myself stay. I was upset that I had nowhere to go. No one to run to. I messed up breaking up with you at that point, but I didn't want to hurt my ego. Even with my regrets, I see it as something that we both have grown from. Part of me still loves you, Yeosang; when you said you were leaving, I felt like a piece of my heart was leaving me, too." Your voice was calm, and every word had so much meaning behind all of it, and he listened intently. 

"I love you, Yeosang." You studied his face and planted a kiss on his lips. He kissed you back without hesitation. You let both of you have that moment as you pulled away from the kiss. "I really wish America treats you well and that you love it as much as you are hoping," you said, wiping the tears that had fallen. You turned and started to walk out. "I love you too, Y/N," he called out. “I will always love you,” 

His final words chiseled at your strong demeanor. Tears started streaming down your face as you ambled to your home. You opened the door carefully and went straight to your room. Yunho watched you worriedly from the couch. "You okay, Y/N?" he called out as you groaned in response. He got up and walked towards your room, knocking on the open door to let you know he was coming in. "Did you go to see him?" He questioned you as you nodded into the pillow your face was in. He couldn’t see you since your room was dark but your silence gave him the answer as he sighed. "Why?" He sounded annoyed with you for a moment as you rolled over, staring at the ceiling. "He's leaving," Your voice suddenly sounded empty, at a loss for emotion. "Leaving in what way?"

You sighed a bit. You felt like your answer was sufficient enough, but it seemed like a lot of your answers were left open for Yunho to ask more questions. "Korea, he's heading to America for a better job or something like that," He nodded and looked at you. "I'm surprised you went," His comment came out of left field as you looked at him. "What does that mean?" You stared at him as if you were burning a hole through him. "Come on, Y/N, you were heartbroken after leaving him, and you finally seemed like you healed from it; going to see him had to have opened up those wounds. I don't know why you would do that to yourself." He exhaled as he looked at you. "I just care for you so much. You should know that by now. I hate to see you hurting over the same guy that you say cheated on you and that he was a lowlife." He sat next to you, his arm gently being placed around you. 

He looked at you, studying every part of your face. He placed his hand gently on your face and leaned until his lips met yours. You felt the sudden action take your breath away. His lips started to pull away from you until you reciprocated. It felt like fireworks were going off in your mind as his gentle lips were connected to yours, and you didn't want to pull away from that moment, which is why Yunho had to be the one to pull away. His hand was still on the side of your face as he kissed your forehead. You looked at him, staring into his eyes, trying to comprehend where that came from. "I guess I should say it now," He laughed a bit, taking his hand away from your face. "I really like you, and I know it's probably weird for me to say that out of nowhere." He watched your expression closely, seeing the shocked countenance on it. He took a deep breath. "I probably shouldn't have said that," You shook your head at him quickly. "Not at all. I was just surprised by the kiss." He nodded. "Sorry, it was way out of line." He got ready to stand up as you didn't comment on his confession, only for you to pull him back and press your lips into his. He didn't even hesitate as he kissed back, pulling you into him. "I really like you too, Yunho," You blushed as you confessed back, your lips still on his.

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MODUS | psh

ღ pairing: idol! seonghwa x gn! reader

ღ word count: 5.4k

ღ genre: somewhat angst to fluff

ღ rating: sfw (MDNI still)

ღ summary: seonghwa and you have always been best friends but distance grew in between you as he fulfilled his dream until he was able to come back into your life again but looking lost and searching for your help.

ღ networks: @illusionnet @k-vanity @k-library

ღ authors note: thank you to @caelesjjk for the banner!!

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You stood outside, looking up at the high rise before you. You couldn't help but feel proud of your friend, Seonghwa. After years of saying he would and that it was his dream, he finally decided to audition for a company. You held your hands inside your hoodie pocket as you sniffed. It was chilly, and the wind turned your cheeks pink, making your nose unreasonably runny.

You rocked from your heel to your toes a few times to warm up. You cursed at yourself for not wearing something a little heavier. You looked up at the building again as a few leaves that had turned fell, creating a picturesque scene.

You waited another hour before Seonghwa finally came outside to the now darkness. "You waited the whole time?!" He looked at you, jaw dropped slightly as he wasn't expecting to see you. You grinned as that's precisely what you wanted him to think. "Of course, silly, you're my best friend. Of course, I'm going to wait and treat you to a meal," You grinned and linked your arm with his. "Let's go,"

He couldn't help but giggle a bit at how eager you were. You smiled at him as you walked a few blocks until you hit the barbecue place. "Wow, eating fancy tonight, huh?" Seonghwa smiled as he made his joke. You laughed and walked in, finding a table for the two of you to sit.

"So, how was it?" You couldn't help but ask how it went for him. He shrugged a bit, "I think it went fine! I'll get a call tomorrow if they want me as a trainee." He smiled softly as you awed at him. "You're more excited than my family," he laughed a bit as he had the chance to poke fun at you. "Let me be proud," you huffed a bit.

Before you could even blink, Seonghwa was a trainee. Your time together went down as he had more practice. Then, your times together diminished as he was finally chosen for a group. He would message you if he had the chance about his schedule or when you could expect him to debut.

You always supported him, even though thinking of him sometimes saddens you. Especially when one of those variety shows played; the new one he was on was playing everywhere. You saw it on your TV last night, clips on every form of social media you were scrolling on your commute to work, and now in your company's lobby. It just felt as if the memories of him were taunting you. Watching him and his group get treated to some Korean barbecue, it seemed it was following you. Just as a constant reminder of your last time together that was longer than the hour you've been getting on the few chances he's been able to spend time with you.

You sighed, picked up your phone, and clicked on his contact. Seeing that the last four of your messages had been left on delivered, you hesitated to send a new message; you didn't want to bombard him. You typed out the message, pausing as you sent the text anyway.

To Hwa: "I saw your variety show! Super proud of you!"

You put your phone away and find something else to focus on, still not expecting his response.

From Hwa: "Sorry, I've been so busy!! Thank you, y/n, I miss you so much :(“

To Hwa: "I miss you too :( I can't wait until we can finally see each other."

From Hwa: "I have a break coming up. I was going to ask if you'd like to meet up."

You couldn't help but grin, finally having the chance to see him after two and a half years. Even with the distance between you, he was still your best friend.

To Hwa: "Absolutely! Just tell me the details of what you'd like to do :)"

You sent back as you smiled. Your coworker nudged you as you were in your company's waiting room. After Seonghwa got his big, important job, you got your own. It wasn't the best thing in the world, but it was stable, and you met some good people in this world, like Sooyoung.

"What is on your phone making you grin like that?" You blushed softly, not expecting to be called out. "Well, you remember how I've told you about my friend I haven't seen in a while?" You put your phone down as she pretended to think. "I'm gonna guess you mean Seonghwa, the one you talk about all the time,"

Your blush deepened. Sooyoung was very blunt and honest at times, which didn't bother you at all, but it embarrassed you occasionally. "Wow, just calling me out like that," you huffed, pretending to be offended as she smiled. "What about him?" She smiled, moving the conversation along as you smiled back. "Well, he's finally getting a longer break in his schedule, and I'm finally going to able to see him again,"

She smiled, looking happy to hear your news. "Well, I'm glad. You always talk about him. It sometimes sounds like a relationship," she snickered. Hey, I'm not saying all that," you shook your head as she smiled. You don't have to," she smiled innocently. You couldn't help shaking your head more at her, disagreeing with her comments.

"Listen, all I'm saying is distance can make the heart grow fonder," You thought for a moment as she scooted a bit closer, leaning over the table between the two of your chairs. "When have you not thought about him?" She asked, raising her eyebrow a bit. You bit your lip, trying to think as she stood up. "See, you can't even remember when you didn't think of him,"

"Still, that doesn't mean anything," You protested as the two of you made your way to the elevator as she shrugged. "Maybe you're right." You could tell she was being nonchalant, but it got in your head. The rest of your work day, you were lost in thought, trying to remember the last time you didn't think of him, and it was a bit embarrassing. You never admitted it, but back in your school days with him, you did have feelings but cherished your friendship more and didn't want to ruin it.

Maybe those feelings didn't go away as you thought. I mean, you did spend almost all your time with him, going out to eat, going to the park, amusement parks, and shopping. Hell, you even went to school dances together. Your own family even thought you guys were dating. But it was years ago, so it wasn't worth mentioning now.

Sooyoung noticed you through the meetings and pulled you aside before you both left for the day. "Hey, listen, I was just teasing. Don't get too worked up thinking about it." You nodded, then looked at her. "Is it even worth mentioning to him? He's an idol now; he can't be caught in scandals or anything like that. He's still a rookie, and that would tear him down,"

Sooyoung shrugged, "It doesn't hurt to at least mention it. Besides, you barely see each other as is, so even if you think it ruins the friendship, the awkwardness would disappear quickly," You nodded, listening to her intently.

Her words stayed with you for the rest of the night. Maybe it's worth mentioning to him. He would be the one to understand you and hear you out the most. He wouldn't be mean; he would always be honest, and maybe, in the best-case scenario, he felt the same way.

A few weeks passed since you could form solid plans to see Seonghwa. You ensured you wore one of your best outfits, even though it didn't matter. You had to stay in for the night to keep his image safe, which didn't bother you. You only cared about finally seeing his face in person again and enjoying each other's company.

You heard him knock on the door and took a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself for what you wanted to say to him. You opened the door and grinned as you saw him. He immediately hugged you, and you hugged him back. You could tell by how he hugged you that he needed it. You rubbed his back consolingly, as you weren't expecting him to hold you so close. he stood up a bit. "Sorry, let's go sit so we're not standing in the door frame." He smiled softly as you nodded.

"So, how has everything been with you?" he asked. You shrugged a bit. "I have a job at an office now. I think I already told you that, though." You bit your lip a little as you tried to think of what was new other than the feelings Sooyoung had assisted in being opened back up. "Other than that, not much," you laughed shortly. "What's new with you?"

You looked over at him; he seemed quieter than usual, but it had been years since you had hung out together. "I'm just working. A lot of practice and music shows, then variety shows and filming for music videos," he nodded slightly, hearing how tired he was as he spoke. "But I'm on a little break now," he smiled weakly.

"Hwa…" You started as he shrugged a little. "It's fine, just a bit tiring. It feels as if you're a machine, going from one place to the next with maybe twenty minutes in between to catch up on sleep. You have to act a certain way, say things that aren't too controversial; even if they aren't, the media will always twist it," He trailed off as you looked at him for a moment.

"Do you regret it?" You couldn't help but ask as he shook his head. "Not at all. I still have to get used to it. It's a lot," You nodded and pushed his hair back since it covered part of his face. You admired him for a moment; he was still as handsome as when you first met him.

"I ordered food for us; it should be here soon," you smiled at him comfortingly. "Thank you," he nodded as you spoke. "I'm happy I was able to see you again," he studied your face briefly before smiling.

You heard the knock on the door and stood up. "Looks like it's here," you smiled and brought the bag inside. I got your favorites," you pulled out the takeout containers. His eyes widened at the number of containers you pulled out from the plastic. You laughed at his reaction as you walked away and grabbed utensils. He opened one of the containers and started eating, but it was still delicate as if he was eating for one of those shows.

You kept eating and saw him eating out of your peripherals; you could tell they had him on some stupid diet with how much he was eating and the cadence of every bite. Even if he was still careful, he was eating fast. "It's not going anywhere," You laughed a bit as you looked at him. His cheeks flushed, which only made your giggles continue. "Seriously though, are you eating enough?" You questioned him as he nodded slightly. You squinted at his response. "Seriously Hwa…" Your eyes relaxed into a concerned gaze.

"I mean, I have to follow their diet." He covered his mouth as he talked since it was full of food. "It's mostly self-control." He picked up some more food and ate it. You couldn't help but watch, discreetly pushing food over so he wouldn't notice. "This is good. Thank you so much," he smiled at you as he went in for another bite.

You didn't want to feel bad but couldn't help it. He looked so tired and skinny. His eyes seemed so heavy compared to the bright ones they used to be. "Maybe we can have more opportunities to hang out," You smiled over at him, a bit hopeful that he would agree as he thought for a moment. "Until practices become too overwhelming, we can hang out whenever,"

"Really?" Your eyes widened at the idea of being able to hang out with him more frequently again. He nodded quickly and smiled at you. You grabbed the remote and turned on an older show that the two of you always watched together. Seonghwa smiled at your selection as he finished eating.

"Want to cuddle?" He looked at you as you snuggled up to him, immediately taking him up on his offer. It was one of the million things you missed about being next to him. "So, are you happy you're an idol?" You questioned him again but phrased it differently so he didn't feel you were grilling him. He nodded a bit reluctantly as he inhaled. "It's been hard; I just don't feel human a lot of the time," He bit the inside of his lip; you could hear his voice trembling a bit. "I just have to wake up after two hours of sleep and function as if I had eight to ten hours of sleep. It's hard on my mental health, and I don't know what an actual human interaction is anymore," He sniffed quietly; you looked up at him. You wanted to speak up but didn't want to cut him off. "I'm sorry, Hwa… I am," You looked up at him.

He shook his head quickly. "Nothing you need to apologize for." He wiped a few of the tears that came down with his sleeve. You sat up, slightly removing yourself from his embrace. "I feel awful that you feel this way." You looked at him, making eye contact. His eyes were glossy from the few tears that had fallen. "Hwa," You paused, not knowing what to say. You wanted to curse out the company or tell him to take a hiatus because of how he was feeling, but you knew he felt as if he couldn't take a break, and cursing out his company to him wouldn't do anything.

He looked at you, waiting to hear what you wanted to say to him. "I'm always here for you, I promise," you held out your pinky for him to intertwine his. "Always a text or call, no matter the time of day or night," you smiled at him as he intertwined his finger with yours. "Okay, I'll contact you whenever I need," he smiled softly.

"Good," You smiled at him. "Now, let's continue watching our mind-numbing shows," You giggled softly. He nodded with a smile, putting his arm around you. You blushed softly, leaning into him. "Hey, Y/N?" He spoke up, even though his voice was still quiet. "Is it alright if I stay over tonight?" You nodded against his chest. "Of course, did you want to sleep in my bed? I can sleep on the couch," You offered, but he started to refuse. "I'm not letting you sleep on the couch, especially if I stay in your home."

You shook your head quickly. "Too late," you declared. You stood up and walked to the bedroom, preparing the bed for him and changing into your comfy pajamas. You took one of the pillows and blankets in your closet as you walked back out to the living room. "Are you sure?" Seonghwa looked at you as if he didn't believe you would give him your bed. "Yes, silly," You laughed at him and reached for his hand as you dragged him up from the couch and to your bed. "I just changed the sheets this morning, too," You smiled and returned to your closet. "Do you want to change into something else?" You offered, moving hangers around in your closet as you searched. "I think I still have some stuff you've left here,"

You kept rummaging through your closet until you jumped up a bit. "Found it!" You grinned, pulling out the drawer you had tucked away. You've left so much stuff here," Seonghwa watched you, feeling touched by your simple action of holding on to the things he left behind. "All this is mine?" he questioned as you nodded. Of course, so wear whatever you want," you smiled at him.

"Before I head to bed," You smiled at him, then thought momentarily. "I have extra toothbrushes under the sink, and if it gets too cold, you can turn off the fan here. The remote is on the bedside table. Feel free to do whatever. You can also turn on the TV here if you'd like." He nodded, listening to you as he went through the bin of clothes you had. "Goodnight, Hwa," You smiled and gave him a side hug.

"Goodnight, Y/N. Thank you again." He smiled at you as you nodded quickly, walking away and shutting the door behind you. You made your bed on your couch. You laid down, stretching your legs out as you tried to get comfortable. You kept tossing and turning, trying to get comfortable, but you never realized you could feel each board on your couch as you were lying down. A sigh couldn't be fought from escaping your lips as you stared at the ceiling. You took a deep breath and shut your eyes, hoping to finally get some sleep.

Within minutes of shutting your eyes, you heard your bedroom door open and Seonghwa making his way to your kitchen. You sat up and looked over at him. "What time is it?" you mumbled as he looked over at you. "It's quarter to eight," You nodded a bit as you rubbed your eyes. They felt heavy since you didn't get any sleep. "Did you sleep well?" You smiled at him softly, questioning him as you stretched your arms out. He nodded as he watched you. "I needed it. Thank you again for letting me stay,"

"Of course, Hwa. You're my best friend, and you can stay over whenever you want." You smiled brightly at him. "Did you sleep okay…?" he questioned as you nodded, not wanting him to feel wrong about you giving him the bed. You stood up and walked over to him in the kitchen.

You couldn't help peeking at him for a brief moment. God, did he look perfect. It was hard to place what it was at this exact moment, but he looked as if he was a piece of handworked art. A blush spread lightly across your face as you examined him in a way. "Did you want to eat?" He spoke up as you nodded, his voice taking you out of your trance. "I can cook, or do you want to order some food?" You looked in the fridge as he thought. "Whatever is easiest for you, munchkin," Seonghwa grinned at you.

Your flush only increased at the nickname. It's been years since you heard him call you that. He would call you that over text once in a blue moon, but hearing it was different. He started calling you that after he listened to your mom call you that one day. But it was different when he used it; it came from him rather than your mom, which always made you flustered. "It doesn't matter to me," you smiled back at him. We can make breakfast together," he smiled at you.

You got everything out that you needed for your breakfast and watched as he started cooking before you could. You watched him for a moment before you snapped yourself back into reality. "Do you have to go to your dorm anytime soon?" You looked at him as he shook his head. "Nope," He continued cooking as you smiled. "Unless I wanted to spend time with my manager the whole two weeks," You nodded and watched as he plated the food for the two of you. "Breakfast is served," He placed the plate down carefully as you smiled at him. "Why thank you, kind sir," You grabbed utensils for both of you as you took a bite.

You thought for a moment. "Can I mention something?" You looked over at him as he nodded. "Yeah, you can talk about anything." He looked across the table at you. "So I was talking to my coworker the day that we finally made plans, and she kind of reminded me of something from the beginning of our friendship," You swallowed, thinking of the wording you should use. "It's silly, and I don't even know if it's worth mentioning now, but back in school, I had the biggest crush on you. I didn't want to ruin our friendship," You left out the fact it seemed like those feelings were resurfacing.

He nodded as he placed his plate in the sink. "I had a massive crush on you too. I always wanted to ask you to be my partner, but I never knew if you felt the same way." He scratched the back of his head sheepishly as he confessed. "Really?!" You couldn't help but exclaim as he nodded.

You pressed your lips together, and silence crept in as if both of you were thinking about what you could've been. "Is it too late to try again?" You let out quietly. He looked over at you and nodded. "It's not that I've lost interest, munchkin," He looked at you. "I'm just not strong enough to be in a relationship, and you deserve someone strong for you," He held your hand tightly. "Maybe once I'm feeling better, just not right now," He looked at you, a pain in his eyes as he had to reject you. You nodded at him, not wanting to cry.

You cleared your throat, slightly hurt from the subtle rejection. "Sorry, that was a lot for me to ask," You started the dishes as he shook his head. "Not at all; being with you, I do feel better, just not enough to start something with you." You nodded and smiled at him. "I get it,"

"I'm going to go see my parents for a bit," He smiled a bit weakly at you. "Thank you for letting me stay over," You nodded at him. "Anytime, Hwa," He gestured for a hug as you placed your head on his chest, wrapping your arms around him as he held you tightly. "I'll see you soon, okay?" He smiled at you as you nodded. "Say hi to your family for me," You smiled at him as he nodded and left.

You did receive texts from him more often than before, but your sudden confession created some distance. Part of you started to regret it, but Sooyoung was right that you wouldn't have to face him anytime soon, which you couldn't help feeling a bit grateful for.

You flipped through channels, seeing what was on for you to end the night. You stopped it at one of those challenge shows where they're running through some obstacle course. It was stupid, but it was something you didn't have to pay attention to. You curled up a bit as you pulled the blanket up.

You heard a faint buzz on your bedside table and looked over to see Hwa calling. "I can call you whenever, right?" His voice seemed weak as you picked up. You shot up as you heard him; you've never heard him this upset. "Hwa? what's wrong?" You could listen to his silent sobs on the line. "I'm sorry, I know it's late," He sniffed as you shushed him. "Don't apologize, what's wrong?" You repeated. "I just needed to hear your voice," You listened to him closely.

"Hwa," You started. "I'm sorry, munchkin, I just felt like I was spiraling. I don't mean to burden you,"

"You're not burdening me; I just want to know what's making you spiral," You spoke softly. "I just got bored, so I looked myself up, and I saw what some people had to say about me, and it got in my head,"

"Don't look at that stuff, Hwa; people are awful. You can never impress all of them. I care about you, and so does your family. We all are so proud of you and love seeing you do what you love. That's all that we look forward to, seeing you be you. I know it's hard because it feels like you can't be yourself right now," You didn't know what to say exactly; you just wanted to run to him, to hold him close and tell him he'll be okay. "Can I see you?" You kept your voice gentle.

"I'm at a park, the one near your place," he sniffed as you listened and grabbed your shoes quickly, almost running to the door. "I'll be right there," you ran down the steps and to the park. You saw him sitting on the swings, looking like a lost puppy as he stared up at the sky. "Hwa?" you called out as you walked over.

His eyes met yours as he stood up. You quickly took him into your embrace, and he held onto you tightly. He sobbed quietly. "I'm sorry it's so late," he sniffed as you shushed him. "I told you anytime, and I meant it," you held onto him tightly. He rested his head on yours. "Thank you for being here for me," you nodded against him. "Always," you reassured him.

The two of you sat in silence for a while, not knowing what to say. You heard his phone buzz, interrupting the silence you had. He didn't even bother to look at it. "Do you need to go back?" You looked at him as he was still spaced out. "Hwa?" You tried to get his attention. He shrugged. "I'll go back eventually." You pouted a bit at his answer. "I just want to stay here right now," he barely whispered. The two of you stared out at the night sky, leaning on one another. "Hey, Y/N?" Seonghwa interrupted the silence that came over again as you looked over. "Yeah?" You spoke softly. "I love you,"

You looked up at him, almost puzzled. "What?" His eyes met yours. "I love you. You're always here for me, and I don't know what I'd do without you. You came running to me."

You felt your heart speed up, hearing him say those words. It wasn't like he hadn't said it before, but for some reason, it felt different now. Maybe because you weren't teenagers hanging out anymore. "I love you too, Hwa." You studied him for a moment. "I know we don't see each other a whole lot anymore, but I think of you every day. You've always meant the world to me." You confessed.

A smile slowly appeared on his face, hearing you. "I hope this is the hardest part of us trying to hang out together," You cocked your head a bit, "What do you mean?" You questioned as he picked your hand up from your lap and intertwined his fingers with yours. "Sneaking around to hang out like this, me freaking out, not being strong enough to be in an actual relationship with you," He listed as you nodded. "I just don't want you to resent me," His voice sounded sad as he spoke. "I don't resent you, Hwa; I could never."

He nodded as he held your hand tight, but not to the point it hurt. You saw him thinking for a moment. "I really want us to be more; just being near you makes me feel better, and I feel like I'm not being used. You make me feel so much more human than everyone I'm surrounded by," You squeezed his hand a bit. "You don't have to keep saying that Hwa, I believe you,"

He nodded a bit as his phone rang again. "You should take that," You looked at him as he nodded a bit, pulling his phone out of his pocket. You could tell it was his manager just from the change in his demeanor as he answered the call. He was being scolded for not being at his dorm, especially since he was scheduled for practice 40 minutes from the time of that call. He hung up and looked at you sadly. "I have to go," He looked at you, still holding your hand. You nodded, letting him go, but he still held on for a moment. You watched him, the way he seemed frozen, not wanting to move from the moment you were having.

You shook your hand in his a bit to get his attention as he reluctantly let go. "I'm sorry for keeping you up so late," He looked at you. "It's alright, Hwa, go to your practice. Text me after, okay?" You smiled at him as he nodded. Your smile was still imprinted on your face as you walked away. You turned back to see him still standing there, hands in the pockets of the loose pair of sweatpants he was wearing. He was watching to make sure you made it to your apartment safely.

Your heart seemed to be growing more for him than it has ever. Every waking moment, you thought about him, and he seemed to be doing the same. Texting you constantly, giving you minor updates, and calling you at night. He wasn't having as much trouble as he did that one night. You wanted to have that relationship you both seemed to be yearning for. You were terrified it would end up being the right person, wrong place situation, but you didn't want to push his feelings. You let a few months go by, hanging out here and there. It seemed as if he was changing slowly. His smile and laugh were more genuine than before. The idea of a relationship wasn't your concern anymore. Just making sure he was happy and in the right headspace mattered to you.

To Hwa: "How are you feeling today?"

From Hwa: "A bit tired from practice."

From Hwa: "How are you feeling? Are you busy today?"

To Hwa: "No plans today! Just a meeting at work. Did you want to hang out later?"

From Hwa: "Yeah! Is seven okay?"

To Hwa: "Perfect!"

You put your phone away as you headed into your cubicle. You sat down and worked on some emails and other information you had to review before the meeting. You wanted to go home early so desperately to make it seem as if your time with Seonghwa was going to be sooner. Once your meeting finally came to a close, you practically jumped out of your seat. You ran out, almost tripping on yourself as Sooyoung held back a laugh. "You're seeing him again, aren't you?" She teased as you picked up what was left at your desk. "Maybe," You said in a teasing tone as you grabbed your stuff and laughed a bit.

Once you got home, you changed into something more comfy. You turned on the TV and lit a candle as you sat on the couch. You grabbed a throw blanket and put it on your lap, getting comfortable on your couch, just waiting for him to arrive. That's when you heard the knock; you stood up and opened the door to Seonghwa. You looked puzzled as he stood there with a bouquet of your favorite flowers. "What's this for?" You questioned as he smiled. "I'm ready,"

Your confusion only grew more as you looked at him. "I'm ready," He smiled at you. "Okay?" You questioned, wondering what he could've met. He realized that you were confused and smiled a bit. "I want to be with you; I want nothing more than to love you on an even deeper level. So if you'd do me the greatest honor, would you be my partner?" He smiled at you as you looked at him wide-eyed, not expecting the question.

You wrapped your arms around him tightly as you pulled him in closer. He laughed at your reaction as he looked up at him. "Absolutely," He smiled as he leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on your lips, making both of your cheeks flush brightly. You kissed him back, your lips melting into his as if you were made for each other, and damn, did it feel good to have finally made it to that point. Even though it was your first kiss with him, it came so naturally that it felt satisfying, but it was not as satisfying as finally being able to say you were dating Park Seonghwa.