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1117feverlessdreams · 18 days ago

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W.C.P.P. 🎀 ⛓️‍💥- Episode 1

🐈‍⬛~🎀 SUMMARY: After seven long years, you’ve fired your assistant because of your differences. Your new hire, Wooyoung Jung wants nothing but the same as you do, and a lot more than you’d think.

🐈‍⬛~🎀 TAGS/WARNINGS: Cursing/Name-Calling, Mentions of Sex, Mention of Dom-Sub Play.

🐈‍⬛~🎀 WORD COUNT: 11.4K

🐈‍⬛~🎀 A/N: In the beginning, it’s important to pay attention to detail. You never know who/what may come later on. (ALSO WOOYOUNG CUTTING HIS HAIR THE DAY I RELEASED THIS, IM SICK.)

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The sleek, modern office buzzed with activity as creative teams huddled around the latest MacBooks and smartboards.

Your intensifying aura strides throughout the space with piercing stiletto heels that click authoritatively on the polished marble floor.

Today starts with the sudden approach to Mark Lee’s desk, your assistant of seven years. He sat hunched over his computer, oblivious to your approach. You make yourself known as you obnoxiously clear your throat, springing him to spin around rapidly in his chair.

"Mark, a word in my office. Now." Your tone left no room for argument, demanding that the man should follow for his own good.

Your office decor reflects your fierce femininity- pretty and in pink, your favorite color. You held the door open for both of you to enter. As your back collides with the curtain-covered glass door inside, your eyes dart toward the side of Mark's head. The silence becomes entrapped with a soft click. Then you turn to cower him in once more, ensuring that your expression is stern.

“How do you think the meeting went earlier today?" Your voice was measured, betraying none of the frustration you’d felt during the presentation.

Mark shifted uncomfortably in his seat, avoiding your wandering gaze. "Um, I think it went alright."

A heated breath shrivels even the hairs in your nostrils, your eyes narrow slightly as you continue to press him. "Mark…honestly, as my assistant of seven years, I notice when my decisions may worry you. So, I'll ask you again,” you warn. “How do you think the meeting went earlier today?"

Mark sighed, his shoulders sagging as he finally met your gaze. "Look, Mrs. Hart, I just think...I think you should have signed that deal with GreenTech. The numbers were solid, and it would've given us a leg up on our competitors." Mark's tone bordered on insolence, his body language relaxed as if he thought he was merely offering a differing opinion.

“‘Quality over quantity’…it’s a phrase that is constantly undermined in the business world.” You chuckle lowly with an underlying menacing tone, determining that your footsteps are purposeful as you travel behind your wide office desk. “But for your sake Mr.Lee…let’s say we did sign that deal.” Mark's eyebrows raise with an attentive quirk, hoping to hear your change of heart.

“Skyrocketed to the top with our profits…”, you continue, “We’d probably make shit product too, but hey!- maybe with that money we’ll make GreenTech cover our tracks.” That’s not exactly what he hoped for, and yet he remains seated without choice but to listen. “Where’s the competition in that Mark?”

Mark, with his face flushed, leans forward, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial tone. "Mrs.Hart, you have to think about the offer without playing the moral high ground here. Business is about making profit, not about making friends, or producing some perfect, ethical product." He paused, his expression turning cunning.

Your eyes flashed with annoyance at Mark's presumptuousness. You lean in closer, and for his sake, you turn your voice low with the same level of intensity. "How do you think money is made in business, Mark? By cutting corners, sacrificing quality, leaving a trail of subpar products and obviously disgruntled customers in our wake?"

“That’s not the way I see it madam“, Mark grumbles. “There will always be the next best thing. That’s why there’s competition! Just think about it! With GreenTech in our market, we will always be the best.”

Like a thick block of ice, your face hardened to its core, and your expression remains cold. "It’s a shame that you could be so wrong, Mark. Competition is about offering a superior product, not buying our way to the top,” you say plainly. “I expected more from you…my assistant of seven years."

Mark's jaw tensed as the words he’s always wanted to say battle on his tongue. "Oh please, you've always been short-sighted Mrs.Hart. With the kind of money GreenTech is offering, we could bury our competitors! We'd set the standard, not just try to keep up with it!”

That was it, the last re‘Mark he could make, and then came dangerous consequences.

“Short-sighted?! Mark…” You address coldly, "I'm disappointed. You've bought into the very thing I've always tried to stand against." You walk over toward your high ceiling windows, a view of all surrounding industrial architecture.

“Perhaps you’re short-sighted one. Quite frankly…I couldn’t envision a capitalist in my company's success. I'll be revising your position within the company. Mark Lee…”, you say with a slight head turn, “you are dismissed.”

Mark's face contorted with anger and betrayal as your malicious words began to sink in. "You seriously can’t be considering firing me over this," he spat, his voice trembling with rage. "After everything I've done for this company, you're just going to toss me aside because I have a differing opinion?"

You turn your attention back to the distant outside view, seeing it as pointless to give him the time of day. “Business comes with compromise. Your “opinion” derives from GreenTech beliefs, and based upon this conversation, you’ve tossed yourself onto their side.”

Mark burst up, screeching his sitting chair across the polished flooring. "I'm not some change in GreenTech's pocket. I just believe in seizing opportunities when we see them! You're the one who's being stubborn and stuck in your ways, Mrs.Hart!”

With his challenging words, you had to look him in the eye. To see him cower. For him to fully feel you overpower. “There it is. You, and everyone in this company, that’s your real and raw opinion about me.” You turn slightly so he can see your pleased expression and provide him a round of applause, because speaking up surely had been a feat he’s been wanting to conquer for quite some time.

"You're unyielding, Mrs.Hart, and that's what's going to be your downfall. You can't keep dismissing ideas just because they don't align with your perfect little moral compass," Mark hissed, his face reddened with boiling anger.

“Dismissed.”, you quip with the click of your tongue. You remain unmoved, calmness frighteningly rooting from where you stand. “Allow your replacement to enter please.”

Mark ferocious gaze shuffles between you and what awaits behind the door. He storms to unlock it, his hand flinging dramatically backward as he opens the door to meet his maker.

The new guy's balled fist stalls in the air, his eyes darting between you who is dangerously content, and the infuriated Mark. He hesitates to enter, uncertainty written in bold all over his face. "I, uh, I assume I'm not interrupting anything important?" he asks cautiously.

“He’s been dismissed”, you carelessly announce. “You’ll take his place for the time being.”

You smile graciously, pleased with the divine timing. Wooyoung Jung was the perfect candidate. Charming with a perfect resume, and similar to you, as you do say so fabulously yourself, looks that could kill.

Mr Jung’s eyes widen slightly, but he quickly composes himself. "Oh, is that really it? I must admit, I didn't expect to be stepping into this role so soon," he says, walking further into the room. He casts one last glance at Mark before focusing on the person he came to impress.

Next thing you knew the door slams and Mark disappears, making your eyes squeeze shut, and Mr.Jung to tsk. You blink open your eyes upon hearing the noise of disapproval he made, making you all the more intrigued to turn around and meet such a character.

With finely cut long black hair, a small, yet intimidating face, and a respectful demeanor- you were considering him platonically attractive at the least. Perhaps it wouldn’t piss you off to see his face in office every weekday.

“I admire the decoration in your office madam. Pink adds a new touch to all things business.” He grins to you with glee with a lack of oppression on his nerves.

“Why…thank you.”, you mumble in surprise. “This is short notice,” you cut in, avoiding elongating pleasant greetings. “I apologize for the ongoing…drama. But if you would like to dismiss yourself, you could follow behind Mark there. The work environment is preferably... fast-paced.”

Mr.Jung clears his throat, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "No, no, it's quite alright. I'm flattered you've chosen me to fill this role. I assure you, I can keep pace with whatever this position requires." He extends his hand towards you.

You take his hand gesturing for him to sit across from you where your ex-employee took a stand. "Mark and I have... differing views on how the company should progress." You pause, eyeing Mr.Jung curiously. "I hope this won't be an issue for you.”

Mr.Jung tilts his head as he grins charmingly, his hands slipping into each other comfortably on his lap. “Just steer me in the direction you wanna go. No matter where, I’ll always be your right-hand man.”

You smile for the first time since Mark's presence disappeared from the space. “The expectations are high for you now Mr. Jung. I carry promises like those in the front of my mind.”

His smile widens, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I won't let you down, Mrs. Hart. I promise I'll prove myself worthy of your high expectations." He pauses, "And please, call me Wooyoung."

You turn in your chair, and grab a clipboard and pen, sliding it across the desk to him. “Well Wooyoung, I hope you are ready for your first-ever business meeting.”

…

During the meeting, Wooyoung listens intently to the presentations, asking insightful questions and offering thoughtful suggestions that clearly show he's not just knowledgeable, but also cares deeply about the company's success. You couldn’t help but steal glances at him, thoroughly impressed by his intuition and outspokenness.

"I understand that we're aiming for a quick turnaround on this project," Wooyoung interjects during a discussion on project timelines. "But I think we should allocate more resources to quality assurance. Rushing might lead to oversights that could cost us more time and money in the long run."

Then there was once a marketing director, presenting a campaign idea that you seemed hesitant about. "I think we should consider a more digital approach," He interjects once again, and confidently. "Millennials and Gen Z are our target audience. They're not flipping through magazines or watching TV ads like they used to."

“He's right,” you chime in, your eyes appreciative as they meet Wooyoung's who’s sat across from you. "Let's allocate our budget to influencer partnerships and social media ads. And let's discuss this further after the meeting, Wooyoung.”

…

“This may be the first time in ages a man has kept true to his word with me,” you say to him after the meeting, “you quite literally took the words from my mouth.”

Wooyoung grins, leaning against the edge of your desk. "Well, I try my best to read the room. And you wear your thoughts rather openly on your face, Mrs. Hart."

You find this amusing, considering reading the room is your unique skill. “I don’t hold back, or rather, I can’t afford to. It was relieving to step back from being the bitchy boss for a change.”

"Well, I'm glad I could help you take a step back," Wooyoung remarks, his eyes crinkling with amusement. "For what it's worth, I find your honesty refreshing. And I assure you, I can handle the 'bitchy boss'. I thrive under challenge."

You genuinely chuckle and extend your hand for him to take. “Welcome to The “Better Business Co.”

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As the days go by, Wooyoung's presence starts to have a noticeable effect on the office's mood. Colleagues who were once distant or quiet are now opened up and engaged in conversations. The atmosphere is lighter, with more laughter and genuine smiles. You aren’t ignorant of the changes, and it's not lost on Wooyoung either.

One day, as he's is chatting with some colleagues during lunch, you happened to pass by the table. You’re surprised to see him laughing freely with his coworkers, his natural charm and wit shining through. You pause in place, watching him for a moment before continuing on your way, a small smile playing on your lips.

Soon, you start to realize that Wooyoung's positive energy is infectious, and you find yourself feeling more relaxed and approachable. You start to initiate conversations with your team, asking about their weekends and hobbies.

The once-stuffy office is now filled with the sound of laughter and friendly banter. But business is still business of course.

As much as you worry to admit, you look forward to seeing Wooyoung's face in the morning. His warm smile and easy demeanor set the harmonious tone for the work day. You catch yourself humming along to the music playing in the background, something you never ever do. Even the usually grumpy IT guy can't help but crack a smile whenever he walks by.

As you and Wooyoung walk down the hallway together after another entertaining meeting, your colleagues greet you with daily smiles and waves. "Morning, Mrs. Hart! Mr. Jung!" someone calls out. He was so remarkably casual, a few high-five him as they see him pass by.

You can't help but notice how popular he's become. It made you ponder your work relationships at his side. Which made you realize, ‘relationships’ weren’t in your vocabulary.

You lean over towards him whispering, “You're like the office mascot. how does it feel to be so well loved?" Your eyes sparkle as you smile teasingly.

Wooyoung grins bashfully, running a hand through his flowing hair. "I guess I'm just a people person..but you know, it's not just me. You've lightened up too. The whole office feels like a different place now," he replies, his gaze warm as he smirks cheerfully at you.

It causes you to huff as you begrudgingly confess. “I suppose I have. But I’m never letting my guard down though when it comes to my business. I’m still tough like a clam.”

Wooyoung chuckles softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I wouldn't expect anything less from our 'bitchy boss'." He winks at you, his tone playful. "But even a tough clam needs to come out of its shell once in a while."

…

The office is transformed for the night, strings of fairy lights casting a warm glow over the space. Laughter fills the air as colleagues mingle, enjoy good food, and let loose.

Wooyoung, dressed in a sharp suit, is behind the makeshift bar, mixing drinks with a flourish.

You finish a conversation and look for your new partner in crime. You realize his natural mingling nature may never be cut short from serving drinks all night long, so instead, you walk over to him yourself.

“Hey Jung, have you ever had a drink yourself yet?” You fold your arms onto the counter as you approach it. “I bet you could use it before everyone else here. After me, of course.”

Wooyoung looks up from his bartending duties, flashing you a grateful smile. "You know me too well. I've been so caught up in making sure everyone else is having a good time, I haven't had a chance to enjoy anything myself." He reaches for a clean glass, preparing himself a drink.

You wait until he’s finished and raise your half-empty glass for a cheers. “To our partnership…and the grand endeavors we’ll be rewarded along the way.”

Wooyoung clinks his glass against yours, his eyes meeting yours over the rim. "To partnerships, and proving that business and fun can be compatible." He takes a sip, his gaze never leaving your face. "You did an amazing job with this party by the way."

“Oh dear”, you snicker, “if it weren’t for you, a party would be the last thing on my checklist. We did an amazing job.”

He shakes his head, a warm smile spreading across his face. "Don't sell yourself short, Mrs.Hart. You're the one who decided to reward the team. I just helped you execute your vision." He leans over the counter with a playful wink, going over the remainder of his drink into his mouth.

Your face becomes flushed, flicking your wrist in distraction to swig your glass, only to spot it empty.

What's worse is that in truth, you had become a bit tipsy.

"Besides," Wooyoung continues, misinterpreting your flustered expression to be unphased, "it's not every day I get to work alongside such a... power boss." He winks playfully, grabbing a bottle behind the bar to refill your glass.

“A power boss?” You murmur. That’s a new one, but it’s the best name by far. Looks like I finally found someone to put up with my bitchiness.” You lift up your glass in celebration, slaying your arms over the stool in victory.

Woo laughs heartily, clinking his glass against yours once more. "And I love every minute of it." He takes a sip, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

"You know…”, he trails off, “some people might say we make a pretty great team, both in and out of the boardroom."

“Yeah?” You murmur, blowing out a harsh breath. Mostly due to the burning alcohol in your stomach. “Who said that?”

A mischievous grin appears on Wooyoung's face as he leans in closer. I might have overheard a couple of our colleagues discussing earlier. They were saying how well we complement each other, and..." He pauses for dramatic effect, “how our dynamic is almost...romantic?” He raises an eyebrow with an unveiling expression, gauging your reaction.

The office has been buzzing with such rumors for weeks. What goes around comes around to you like clockwork. But the folks in the office have been careful not to address either of you directly. "But we'd make a terrible couple, right?"

You freeze in disbelief before drunkenly waving off such a claim. “Damn right. We’re both too stubborn. We’d be unstoppable then.”

Wooyoung chuckles, taking another sip of his drink. A rather large one in comparison to the lasts. "Exactly..besides, I couldn't handle being bossed around 24/7." "Though I must admit, there are some perks to the idea." His gaze flickers to your lips briefly before meeting your eyes again.

“Oh yeah? Well, lemme hear 'em.” You suddenly become confident with the liquid courage, and he is no help, he continues what he initiated with the liquor flowing like blood in his system.

Wooyoung leans in closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "Well, for one, your... assertiveness would be quite... stimulating in other situations." He smirks, watching your reaction closely.

The sudden change of mood makes you spit out a little laughter and nearly fall out of your seat- to which Wooyoung catches you, but almost falls over himself.

You lean in and whisper childishly with a hand hovering over the sides of your face. “Do you mean like…

“Sex?”

A brief widening of Wooyoung's eyes occurs, followed by a soft laugh, his face flushed. "Eh, erm, yeah...that's one of many perks that came to mind."

You giggle in amusement, wiggling a teasing finger at how heated he became at his own jest. Just as your moving close to his chisled cheek, with his eyes allured on your dazed face, you lose balance from out of your seat.

Wooyoung helps steady your waving form, his hands are gentle, and firm. "Ah...see? You're drunk sweetheart. "I'm not sure that's an appropriate topic for the office party anyway."

You groan in annoyance and set down your glass. You lean forward again, trying to maintain contact with his deep eyes as your eyes blink out of sync. “What happens to putting the fun in business”, you whine. “Your a little…party pooper. I wanna go home.” Your head wanes back and forth, then tumbling down to smack the countertop.

Wooyoung sighs, rubbing his temples. He looks around the party, which has started to wind down, and he decides then, it's probably for the best. "Alright, alright. Let's get you home." He carefully moves around the bar to pick you up, cradling you in his arms.

You continue on, whining and complaining about wanting to go to bed with your arm thrown around his neck-pulling him down in the slightest. “Hey you…party pooper…tuck me in already”, you burp.”

He trudges you successfully out of the office, ignoring your complaints. Once you're both in his car, he carefully buckles you into the passenger seat before getting in behind the wheel. As he drives, he can't help but glance over from time to time. It was extremely rare to have ever seen you like this.

Wooyoung pulls a quick hand off the wheel and sends a voice text to your HR representative, asking them to wrap things up and make sure everyone gets home safely. He then focuses back on the road, determined to get you home without any more eventful detours. "There, all taken care of," he says, more to himself than to anyone else.

A sudden road bump pangs your head into the door, and you moan painfully, waving a measly finger at your subordinate.“Hey, don’t drink and drive!”

Wooyoung can't help but adore at your drunken concern. "Don't worry, I'm perfectly sober. I only had the drinks we shared. You, on the other hand..." He glances at her, shaking his head fondly. "What am I going to do with you, madam?"

You frown with etched brown, drunkenly trying to think long and hard about what you should do. It makes your headache worsen even more and you simply give up. “Arghhh, I dunno…”

A warmth spread through his chest at your petulant expression. He pulls up to your apartment building and parks the car. "Come on, let's get you inside." He reaches across to unbuckle your seatbelt, sliding his hands around your waist to help you out of the car carefully.

You don’t know what happened in between but you have already made it to the elevator “Eight, room 816,” you whisper. The door closes as you both elevate to the eighth floor. You lean on Wooyoung when you stumble, his hold is automatic, and he finds it so amusing. “You’re so warm.” You drunkenly express, “like my blanket.”

Wooyoung chuckles softly as he supports your weight, his hands resting comfortably on your hips. "I'm glad I can be your human blanket." He guides you out of the elevator when you arrive at the floor with a ding and down the hall to your door. "Now, where are your keys, sleepyhead?"

“I won’t tell you that they’re in my purse.” You whisper, and quite literally waving a finger ‘no’.

He sighs and carefully sets you down on the floor, kneeling in front of you to dig vigorously through your deep designer purse. "You're making this much harder than it needs to be madam," he mutters, finally finding the keys.

“Sorry.” You sheepishly mutter.

“I forgive you.” Wooyoung unlocks the door and pulls you inside, guiding you to the place you've wanted to be all night long, the bedroom.

He sits you down softly on the edge of the bed and kneels in front of you, gently removing your feet from your gruesome hot pink heels.

"There, that's better, Wooyoung proclaims. “Now, let's get you under the covers before you pass out on top of them."

In a way, you make things a small bit easier, smiling and pulling your body in the sheets with him like a lazy rag doll. “Ahhh…home sweet home.”

Wooyoung tucks you into bed, pulling the blankets up to your chin as if you were his child. A strand of hair is brushed out of your face by him in another sign of parental affection. "Sleep well. You’re going to need it.”

He pulls back as you nuzzle in warmth, speculating a small glance of discomfort in your features. At first, he hesitates, but then he leans down and presses a soft kiss to the harsh kiss between your eyebrows.

Wooyoung lingers for a moment, his lips still against your forehead, before gently pulling away. To his surprise the crease melts flat, ceasing in appearance.

He takes a deep breath, steeling himself as he watches over your form. "Mrs.Hart," he whispers softly, "We need to talk."

Without speaking any further, he leaves your apartment shortly after. He didn’t expect a response of course, nor for you to remember these moments in the next morning. It was more so of a practice run, a severe need to ease relief from the front of his mind.

The drive home is spent lost in thought, the gold city lights blurred outside his windows. Once he arrived home, he stripped down to his boxers and fekk into bed.

But sleep is harder than most nights, and it’s all your fault.

…

The next morning, Wooyoung strides into the office with a purpose. He's dressed sharp, his mind focused solely on business. At first glance, you would have never thought anything worrying was crushing on his nerves.

He greets his employees with a polite nod, and his face derives from anything non-neutral. As he settles behind his desk, he pulls out a folder containing the day's agenda.

You, on the other hand, are hungover. Someone looked after you this morning-setting out your clothes and saving you lots of time and embarrassment in the process- because you were started to settle on PJs.

All alone in your office, you suffer in silence from your headache, drinking both tea and coffee to wake you up and liven your mood.

Wooyoung walks in happily as he does every working morning, noticing your slow movements and frequent face-palms from his office. He suppresses a smile, instead walking over to your office with two ibuprofen tablets and a bottle of water. "Here," he says, setting them down neatly on your desk. "For your head."

You greatly take them as soon as they’re placed in front of you, swallowing one dry as you down the water to prepare for another. “Wooyoung…thank you for this, and for getting me home safely. From this headache, I can imagine I was a hot mess.” You pull your hands to smooth the sides of your head, moaning as the pain subsides.

He leans against the nearest wall with his arms crossed. "You were," he says bluntly, a small smirk playing on his lips. "But I took care of you, and that’s what I'm here for." His gaze intensifies, holding amusingly onto yours.

You hiss from looking up toward the ceiling lights. “Yeah but last night might’ve been a little extreme, and it won’t happen. Anyway, what’s on today’s agenda?”

He pulls out a folder from under his arm and walks over to set it down on your desk. "Today, we're finalizing the contract for the new club downtown."

“Good”, you scan over the contents inside the folder with a breath of relief. “Nothing that over-exerts the energy that I don’t have. Today should be easy.”

Wooyoung straightens up, his smirk deepening. "Just leave the heavy lifting to me, my hungover delicate flower. I'll make sure everything runs smoothly."

You chuckle at his typical teasing. It was never too much. Just unpredictable, but effective. “I’ll treat you to dinner after work. It’s the least I could do for my non-professional-like behavior.

Wooyoung's eyes glint with excitement. "Deal," he replies. "But tonight, I choose the restaurant. And…," he adds, shifting aimlessly on his heel, "you're not driving. I'll pick you up."

Without a beat, you throw your hands up beside your head without banter. “You don’t hear any complaints from me!”

He grins at you wolfishly, clearly pleased. "Good. Because I have the perfect place in mind”, he says cheekily. “Now, let's get to work, Madam Hart. We've got a contract to finalize." He winks at you and saunters out of your office, whistling an original tune.

…

As the day progresses, Wooyoung does indeed take the lead, handling the more demanding tasks with ease. In admiration you watch him, impressed by his imitation of your assertiveness and confident demeanor.

As the discoursed work day came to its end, the business still stood on all fours thanks to Better Business Company’s Mr. Jung.

True to his word, Wooyoung arrives at your apartment later that evening. He's dressed for a casual outing, his long hair tucked back into a ponytail with two neatly placed front strands. He rings the doorbell, a bouquet tucked under one arm.

Your company comes as expected as you lie idly on your couch. You walk to answer the door, looking more refreshed and rejuvenated than earlier today in a pink slip-dress. "Hey…you look nice."

"You look… well-rested," Wooyoung amends, smiling. "For you Madam. They’re pink!"

The large bouquet of petunias came out in surprise. You would’ve seen them sooner if you weren’t processing your focus in his face before it could make its way down to the rest of his body. “Oh…Wooyoung I- what are these for? I’m already in your debt. I don’t need you to buy me flowers.”

"Nonsense," he replies, pushing the bouquet firmly into your arms. "Consider it a peace offering. For last night, and for being such a trooper today despite your hangover." He grins mischievously.

You turn foot into your apartment as you roll your eyes. “Well let me just set these in my vase, and we can get going to this mystery spot.”

Wooyoung nods, watching as you bustle around and make picky remarks about the secret place he selected. He notices little details - a book on the coffee table, a photograph on the wall, a stack of unopened mail. He files these away in his mental library, eager to learn more about you outside of his paycheck. "Ready?" he asks once you return, his hand waits for yours to hold.

“More than I’ll ever be.” You take his hand as the tips of your fingers brush over his palm. But once you’ve made it outside your door, you pull it out of his subtle grip.

Wooyoung snickers under his breath, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Don't worry, it's not a surprise skydiving session." He places a hand on the small of your back, guiding you out of the building and down to his car.

“That would be such a dick move after a hangover,” you scoff as you approach the door.

"Mmm, note to self: no extreme activities post-Mrs.Hart’s bender." he chuckles, moving around to open the passenger door for you.

On the drive there it’s no different. Wooyoung fills the silence with baited banter, making you fall for it so gullibly, despite your usual self.

The car arrived at a nondescript building. Wooyoung leads you up a flight of stairs to a rooftop patio. String lights twinkle overhead, and the air is filled with the sizzle of cooking and the low murmur of conversation. He guides you to a small table in a quiet corner.

You nod approvingly at your new surroundings, smiling warmly at Wooyoung who has been watching your reaction with glee. “Fresh air, check. Warm high-calorie food, check. Nice company….check. This may be the ideal hangover spot. Well played Mr. Jung.”

Wooyoung grins, taking his seat after pulling out yours. "I have my moments."

He picks up his menu, scanning it for a few seconds before setting it down without a second glance. Rather he looks across the table at your downturned eyes. "Now, let's see... what do you hungover crave? Greasy food? Carbs? Something spicy to clear out those sinuses?"

“Mmm…”, you hum, dazzling over the menu while scooching playfully on your seat. “I’ll have a mix of all the above.”

"Excellent choice," Woo says, approvingly. He flags down a waitress, placing an order for two of their special, ‘Hangover Helpers'.

While waiting for your orders, you decide to pick up on less frivolous conversations. “Did I do anything odd that made you uncomfortable while I was drunk? I swear I can’t remember a darn thing besides going to bed.”

Wooyoung leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. "No, nothing too out of the ordinary," he says, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "Just the usual drunken musings and some...affectionate gestures."

You squeeze your eyes shut and clench your teeth in frustration. “Dammit! That is one of the things I didn’t want to hear! Did it make you uncomfortable?”

His smirk widens into a full-blown grin. “You drunkenly telling me I'm ‘so dreamy' and trying to hug me was adorable. It didn’t make me uncomfortable in the least, I just wish I had recorded it."

“Okay…”, you start with a genuine laugh, “I don’t even have to be sober to know I, in fact, did not say-“

"Oh, yes you did," Wooyoung insists, his eyes dancing with amusement. "And you also informed me that my hair is 'like satin'. Your words, not mine." He leans forward, resting his chin on his hand.

“You truly amuse me”, you bitterly scoff.

"Oh, but you did," he continued, leaning forward. "And then you proceeded to pat my cheeks and declare that, ‘I had such a sweet face'. You were quite taken with my face actually."

Your eyes lower in a deadpan expression. You reach forward to grab a menu, fanning it in your face. “I have a feeling that I was more infatuated with my bed than anything.”

"Ah,” he concedes with a chuckle, “but the bed was a close second. "You did have a rather passionate reunion with your pillow when I finally got you into bed." He shakes his head, still grinning. "I swear…your drunk self is a riot."

You huff quietly with a small smile that dissipates in seconds. “I’ve only heard that a couple of times with Mark…he’d just let me lay on top of the bedding- and forget about setting my clothes out for tomorrow. He said I was so impossible to deal with, he couldn’t even take off my shoes.”

Wooyoung's expression softens, his humor fading for a moment. "Well, I managed," he says quietly. "It wasn't so bad. Though I will admit, you were a lot more childish than usual.”

Your eyes snap up from his use of words- your turn the menu down in disbelief. “What! Oh gosh… I don’t think I wanna know what happens next.”

"Oh, come on, it wasn't that bad," he groans, his grin returning. Before he could further explain the waitress serves your platters.

Wooyoung dives into his food with enthusiasm, occasionally stealing glances at you teasingly as you prepare to eat. He watches as you take a big first bite, your eyes fluttering closed briefly in satisfaction. "Good?"

Your eyes feast on the rest of your meal rather than the man who invited you out to dinner. “Breakfast never tasted so good.”

"I'm glad," Wooyoung mumbles, his mouth full of food. He swallows and takes a sip of his coffee before continuing. "Though I have to say, you seemed to enjoy your pillow just as much last night. Quite the dramatic reunion with it."

“Okay, let it go!” You chew with a small laugh, and there was more where that came from for the rest of your dinner.

…

Wooyoung mimics your every giggle to your apartment, leaning against the closed door. "Well, at least this time you're sober." His grin is quick and charming. "Mostly."

You hold back a smile and push him away from the door, fumbling while grabbing your keys that fell to the bottom of your purse- giving Wooyoung major deja vu vibes from last night. “Well I promise you won’t have to cuddle me in bed this time- and set out my outfits.”

When you finally found your key, you held it up like a bar of gold, quickly inserting it through the lock and entering the apartment.

You turn to Wooyoung, but the intensity in the air fills with an odd lingering desire to stay in each other's company. The night was still young, and the office was closed for the weekend...

“Would you like to come in?”

His gaze follows into the apartment, his eyes lingering on you as you turn your back to him, walking towards the hall to your bedroom. If he said no, you’d have to awkwardly walk back to the door, and slam it quickly to just blame it on you still being hungover the next day.

The intensity in the air is palpable, the unspoken desire to prolong this moment hangs heavily. Wooyoung steps inside, closing the door behind him. "Just for a minute."

You approach the bedroom door, opening it up just a bit with a small creak. “I’m just going to change back into my PJs. Make yourself comfortable if you’d like.”

Wooyoung watches as you disappear down the hall. He doesn’t understand why his shoulders drop from tension as you leave the room. He lets out a slow breath, trying to rein in his thoughts.

He walks over to the gray velvet sofa with pink pillow decor, sits down, and runs a hand over to the back of his head to remove his hair tie- dislodging a few strands from its careful styling.

Moments after you come back out in your pink (of course) satin pajamas- making yourself comfortable on the couch with glasses of water for the both of you.

Wooyoung's eyes follow you as you re-enter, his gaze lingering in satisfaction in the way the satin clings to your curves. He takes the glass of water you offer, your fingers brushing briefly. "Thanks," he murmurs, taking a sip to distract himself from the sudden dryness in his throat.

His change of demeanor doesn’t go unnoticed by you, part of being a good CEO is reading the bodily behavior of your colleagues. “You sure that’s all that went last night Mr. Jung? I feel like you might be disassociating with some kind of- PTSD.”

His smirk revives at your teasing tone, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Very funny," he drawls, setting his glass down on the coffee table with a deliberate clink. "I'm just thinking, that’s all."

You weigh your leg into a cushion, settling your back into a pillow in the corner. “A glass of water for your thoughts?”

Wooyoung's expression suddenly turns serious, his gaze intent as he peers over at you for a few heartbeats. "Just...about how different this is from last night," he says slowly. "And how much...I don't want it to end."

A tapping sound clinks on your glass from your fingernails as silence reigns after his confession. “I respect you for being so open about that, I know that wasn’t the easiest thing. Which is why…I too feel the same way.”

His eyebrows melts and his pout lies flat as relief etches into his features. "Good," he breathes. Leaning forward, he sets his glass down. The movement brings him closer to you, and the space between you both shrinks in distance.

“Oh, come on.” You whine, the sudden moments of silence were becoming exasperated. “When the spotlights on you, you want to shrivel up in the dark and be nonchalant? What’s bothering you Wooyoung?”

His chest tightens at your words, his heart pounding in his ears. He looks into your eyes, seeing the warmth and understanding there, and it's like a dam starts breaking inside him. "I'm scared," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper.

Sensing the seriousness that arises, you sigh in guilt, setting your water down as you gesture toward your chest for Wooyoung to lie upon. “I won’t push it.”

He hesitates for just a moment before slowly leaning forward, resting his head on satin-clad chest. Your warmth envelops him, your laundry wash filling his nostrils. He exhales shakily, his arms coming up to wrap around smoothly around your waist. "I'm scared of messing this up."

Your face scrunches up in confusion. If anything, everything he’s done so far is miles away from a fuck up. “You don’t need to worry. The business thrives with you in it. If anything I’ll slip up before you do.”

Wooyoung lets out a huff of laughter at your comforting words, his arms tightening around you as he exhales another snapping breath. "That's not what I meant," he says quietly. His fingers trace irregular patterns on your back through the satin. "I'm scared of scaring you off. Of wanting too much."

You scoff, shaking your head with worry and whispering, “I’m sure whatever you have planned for the company will be in its best interest. You cook up great innovations Wooyoung. I trust you most.”

His breath regulates at your revelation, a warmth spreading through his chest that has nothing to do with body heat. He tilts his head to look up at you, his eyes shining marvelously with emotion. "You trust me?" he asks softly, almost desperately.

“I never thought I’d see the day I say it to any man…but yes!” You chuckled. “I trust you, Wooyoung Jung.”

His face breaks into a wide, heartfelt smile. "Good," he murmurs, before leaning up to lay back on his elbows. When he pulls away, he props his head on the top of the sofa, his voice is barely a whisper. "Because I trust you with me, Mrs.Hart."

A hand you had casually been held up where his head lied poked him on the forehead. “That’s what makes us so compatible, partner.”

‘Partner’, he thinks, the word resonating to the deep thoughts within him.

…

In the following week at the office, you and Wooyoung have fallen into an upbeat rhythm. You spent hours debating over contracts, brainstorming new evolutionary ideas, and sharing laughter over late-night work sessions. One evening, as you’re wrapping up, Wooyoung leans back in his chair, rubbing his drowsy eyes.

You shut off your desktop, holding the power button until you see pitch black. “This week catching up to you too huh?”

Wooyoung nods, a rueful smile on his face. "You could say that. I feel like I've been running on caffeine and adrenaline." He stands up and stretches, his shirt riding up to expose a sliver of his toned stomach. "What do you say we call it a night?

Your jaw tenses as you take an accidental peak at his abdomen, you grab a pen and scribble on a sticky note- alleviating your focus elsewhere. “I’m up for it. Tomorrow is our day off, and we’re caught up for the next couple of months if things go to plan.”

"Mhm, and things will go to plan," he bursts out confidently, rounding his desk to where you scribble your thoughts on paper. He comes up behind you, and your doodles come to a slow. It wasn’t until you felt massages to your shoulders that the tension melted under his fingers.

You moan softly, tilting your neck for Wooyoung to access those sore spots your massage gun touches every hard work day.

His grin widens at your quiet moan, his thumbs working the knots out of your pointed shoulders. "Mmhmm, just like that," you murmur approvingly. As he works, he leans down, his breath fanning over your ear. "Have I told you how much I appreciate you lately?”, he devilishly whispers.

"Not nearly enough," you jokingly reply, your voice low.

Wooyoung huffs, continuing to massage your shoulders, his touch easing as he feels you relax under his ministrations. “You're the backbone of this company, Mrs.Hart. And not just the company...me too. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Your eyes snap open, you grab onto the hands Wooyoung held over your shoulders in a still. “You know that goes both ways.”

Both of his hands smooth over your back blades as he backs away to turn your chair around, dropping to his knees before you. His hands take claim off you this time, thumping in your lap. "Yes, it does," he agrees softly, his eyes focused on yours in a deep search.

The office is quiet around you, the only sound is the soft hum of the computers on standby. There was something about him at this moment that made it hard to swallow. To move, to just breathe. He just looked so striking under the one ceiling light that illuminated the room.

“Okay…”, you sufferingly clear your throat, “let’s get a move on. If you keep doing that time will be pouring into tomorrow.”

Wooyoung nods as his head casts downward with a wicked grin, reluctantly releasing onto your hands. He arises first, helping you to your feet. "Alright, alright. Let's go," he groans, walking with you towards the elevator. As you both step inside, he hits the button for the ground floor, leaning against the wall behind you.

You mindlessly look at the secured sliding doors, dreaming about the freedom outside of it, wondering what your day off would entail.

The elevator begins to descend, the soft hum filling the silence between them. Wooyoung watches your blurred expression through the reflective steel walls of the elevator. He places his hands tentatively on your shoulders once again. "A massage for your thoughts?" he mimics from last week's hang out.

Your eyes shutter as soon as you feel rhe contact of his warmth. “I’m just waiting for tomorrow. Mentally, I’m already there.”

Wooyoung chuckles, pulling off once again to stand by your side as the floor gets closer for departure, bumping your hip with his own. "Me too. It's going to be a good day," he comments, his tone filled with promise. The elevator dings, as the doors slide open. He places a hand on the small of your back, guiding you out into the lobby.

You both walk out to your cars which are now parked next to each other- because it just makes sense with how often you work together.

As you both approach the cars you push start on your keys, and you both arrive at your drivers' doors simultaneously. "And Mrs.Hart?" You look up to meet Wooyoung, who is already eyeing you. "Drive safe, okay? Text me when you get home?"

You giggle as you chew nibbles on your lips. “You know I’m no good at that. I’ll probably be blowing boogers in my sheets by the time I get home.”

Wooyoung pulls open his door with a chuckle, shaking his head. "Fair point. Just ask your Alexa, she’ll do all the work.” He opens his door, sliding into the driver's seat before leaning over to roll down the passenger window. "Goodnight, Mrs.Hart."

You slide into your car, mimicking his action before waving at him with a small smile. “Goodnight Wooyoung, drive safe.”

He waits until your car pulls out of the parking lot before putting his car in gear. He watches your taillights until they disappear around the corner, a contented smile on his face as he starts the drive home.

…

Wooyoung wakes up to the sound of birds chirping outside his window. He stretches flexibly, the blankets roll away from his bare chest. He stands up to freely pull off his boxers, padding naked to the bathroom.

After completing his morning routine, he wraps a towel around his waist and heads downstairs.

He eats his eggs and rice slowly, his mind drifting to the possibilities of your whereabouts. He thinks about your strength, your confidence, your unyielding feminist nature.

He thinks about kneeling before you, about your hands gripping his hair, about your voice ordering him to... He shakes his head, trying to dispel the thoughts.

He hears a distant ping from his coffee machine and walks back into the kitchen to pour himself a mug, adding plentiful spoonfuls of sugar before taking a seat at the table. As he sips his coffee, his mind wanders back to you.

He remembers how you handled a difficult client last week. How you stood tall, your eyes blazing with anger as you dressed the man down. He remembers the way your voice dropped to that low, commanding tone when you were displeased. He swallows hard, his body reacting dangerously to the memory.

He takes a shuddering breath, his towel tenting obscenely in his lap. He knows he shouldn't be thinking about his boss this way. It's inappropriate and unprofessional. But he can't help it. The thought of her dominating him, controlling him completely, sets his blood on fire.

Coincidentally, he receives a text later that day as he's lounging on his bed, flipping through the channels on his TV.

You: I know it's our day off but could you come over?

You: I need some brawn over here.

Wooyoung: No worries.

Wooyoung: I haven’t moved from my bed since I ate breakfast this morning. Coming over.”

In no time flat, he quickly gets dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie before making his way over giddily to your apartment. When he arrives, he knocks and hears a voice yelling from inside. “Come on in!”

He walks into you trying to carry a box into your room. Your face is flushed with red, and strands of hair fall out piece by piece out of your bun. "I swear, if I break a nail..." you muttered under your breath.

Like a track star he quickly strides over, wrapping his arms around the other side of the box. "You can let go, I’ll take care of it," he says, easily lifting it out of your hands. He carries it into your bedroom, placing it on the floor beside your bare mattress. "What is all this stuff woman?"

You follow him inside, sighing at all the packages you have yet to unbox. “It’s all for my queen-size four-poster bed. I should’ve let those guys charge me to build it.”

Wooyoung's eyes widen as he processes the implications. A queen size bed with four posters...perfect for-

tying someone up?

He swallows hard, stressing to keep his composure. "That's... that's a really nice bed," he manages to say, his voice slightly strained.

“Yeah…I figured it looked nice with a canopy,” you remark, “it’ll make this space less boring I guess.”

Wooyoung nods, his eyes darting to the bedposts. He imagines being bound to them, helpless, at mercy. The thought makes his heart race. He turns away, busying himself with disassembling the box. "What all do you need help with again?"

You turn to him awkwardly with an embarrassed grin. “I think I need you for the whole build… if you have the time?”

He starts to talk but he hesitates, struggling to blindside his racing mind. Being alone with you for an extended period, in your personal space... It's dangerous territory, given his feelings. But he can't say no, not when you’re looking at him with the eyes of a vixen. "Of course," he hears himself say.

“Really!” You gawk in excitement, hugging him only briefly. “Ugh, where have you been since I moved into this place!”

“I don’t know…when did you move in?” He childishly muttered.

You roll your eyes, playfully smacking his chest which he rubs onto delicately after with a pout. “I’ll help you, of course, and you’ll be out of here in no time!”

As you begin to skim over the directions, oblivious to his inner turmoil, Wooyoung takes a deep breath, stilling himself. "Alright, let's do this."

…

The next few hours are spent reading a complex manual the team deciphers with experiments- and oftentimes- chatting breaks that could’ve been replaced with work being done.

As the two of you build, your dynamic of ‘partners’ begins to shift. You laugh together at each other’s frustrations, your shoulders brush as you lean over the instructions. Wooyoung finds himself relaxing, his earlier anxiety replaced by a comfortable camaraderie.

Until...

"Okay, now we need to attach this to the post."

You stand above the mattress to hold each piece in place while Wooyoung reaches around to the front of you to secure it with the provided hardware.

Again, experimentation is the most convenient strategy- well… more to one party than the other. As your bodies press close, his chest connects to your back. His breath catches at the contact. He fumbles with the screwdriver, his hands suddenly become clumsy and the nail unscrews itself from the hole. "Shit… sorry.”, he whispers.

“Don’t fret”, you gleam, “just screw it in a bit more.” You assist him as you tip your head back against his shoulder, giving him better access to properly screw into the hole. "Here, like this," you say. Wooyoung swallows hard, his throat crumbled dry. He can feel your breath, warmth brushing against his neck. He pushes to focus on the task at hand, trying to ignore the distraction you unknowingly present.

He's hyper-aware of every inch of your body against his. He finally gets the screw tightened, then pulls back abruptly, as it doesn’t screw in any tighter. "There”, he breathed out in relief.

You squeal in excitement, jumping down from your bed. “Holy shit…we’re finally done, and it looks exactly like the picture on the box!”

Wooyoung nods, climbing down and trying to regain his composure. The bed stands proudly in the center of the room, its canopy draped along the edges so sinfully. "It looks great," he manages to say, his voice a bit hoarse.

An adrenaline rush pulses through your core as you jump to lightly bounce on the mattress, zooming to every corner.

Wooyoung laughs weakly, running a hand through his hair. "Hey get down, don’t erase our hard work!" he says teasingly. You walk down to the foot of the bed where he stood, towering over him in an effortless and poweress stance, poking out your tongue with a silly expression.

He avoids looking at you after you bounce away, afraid his feelings might be written all over his face. "Well, I suppose your zoomies mean that my work is done. I should probably go.”

His discern punches guilt into your chest. His energy couldn’t equate to match yours right now, and it’s all because he took on the weight of putting the pieces together. “Wooyoung wait!”

He turns hesitantly in the door frame, watching as you hop down from the newly built bed. "Thank you…for today. I couldn't have done it without you." You bite your lower lip, dithering to say…"Stay for dinner?"

It's a recipe for disaster. But he can't bring himself to say no.

Wooyoung's heart skips a beat at the invitation. He wants to stay, and he wants to spend more time with you. But he knows it's a bad idea, and that he needs to set boundaries for himself. He opens his mouth to decline, but the words stick in his throat. "Okay," he hears himself say instead.

“Great! And then you’ll be on your way home, I promise!”

Wooyoung forces a smile, nodding in agreement. He follows you to the kitchen, his mind racing. He knows he's playing with fire, but he can't seem to help himself. As you start pulling ingredients out of the fridge, he offers to help, hoping the distraction will keep his feelings at bay.

He watches as you bustle around the kitchen, pulling out ingredients, and humming under your breath. Every now and again you’ll point to a spot in the kitchen for an ingredient and he’ll fetch it for you like a puppy.

And boy did his tail wag at every command.

…

“Okay, that’s enough now” you direct in a monotone voice. “Just give it to me Wooyoung.”

He looks up from the cutting board, his eyes meeting yours. You’re leaning against the counter, your arms crossed over your chest. Your gaze is intense, and your expression is unreadable. "What?", he asks voice barely above a whisper.

“The veggies!”, you vigorously point, “you’re gonna cut them too small!”

"Oh," he says, his voice coming out choked. He quickly moves the cutting board out of his reach, his hands shaking slightly.

You push off from the counter and move closer to him, your movements careful and deliberate. "Here, let me," you say in your more homely voice.

He steps aside, his heart pounding in his chest. He watches as you finish chopping the vegetables, your hands sure and steady.

As you work, Wooyoung can't help but stare at you. The way your hair cascades near your back, the curve of your waist, the strength in your arms. He's so caught up in admiring you that he doesn't realize you're finished until you turn back in his direction. "There”, you whisper with a satisfactory smile, "dinner should be ready in another ten minutes.”

"Great," his voice sounding strained even to his ears. He clears his throat from the itchiness, "Is there anything else I can do to help?" He's desperate for a distraction, anything to keep his mind off the way his body is reacting to your proximity.

“No, you’ve done enough. If it makes you feel better I can just give you a bite to go.” You turn to him as you mix around the ingredients from sticking at the bottom of the pot. Slightly worried about his oddly anxious nature.

"I'm sorry, I'm just..." Wooyoung trails off, unsure how to finish. He's just what? In love with you? Desperately attracted to you? Terrified that you might notice the way he's been looking at you?

You sigh, slowly walking up to him and touching his shoulder. “You're overthinking too much, and you’re probably pushing your body beyond what it can bear Wooyoung. Lay on the couch for a bit, I’ll bring dinner to you.”

In coerced agreement, he nods, relief washing over him at your touch. He lets out a shaky breath, feeling like he's teetering on the edge of a precipice. He turns and walks to the couch, sitting down heavily. As he lays back, he closes his eyes, trying to calm his racing heart. “Get your shit together man,” he whispers amongst himself.

You enter the living room minutes later, carrying a tray with a steaming bowl of your homemade chicken and vegetable stir fry, a side of steamed jasmine rice, and a glass of water. You set it down on the coffee table in front of Wooyoung.

“You wanna sit up so you can properly put some fuel in your body?” Wooyoung sits up, his eyes fixed on you. The way you lean over to put the tray down causes your blouse to gap slightly, offering him a tantalizing hint of cleavage. He swallows hard, trying to dislodge the lump in his throat.

As Wooyoung starts to lean backward, you plump the throw pillows behind him, your fingers brushing against his shoulder. He stiffens at your touch, and you notice his reaction, your eyes flicking up to meet his.

The contact lingers for a moment, with your faces close. Wooyoung can smell your perfume, something light and floral that makes him want to bury his face in your neck. You blink, breaking the spell, and step back. "Eat up before it gets cold," you mutter in a slightly breathy voice.

He feels both unnerved and invigorated by you’s directness. It’s as if you stripped away some of the layers of polite distance that usually exist between you two, leaving him feeling raw and exposed.

You join him in eating and cars rev as they pass by now and again in the silence. You chew softly and grow more annoyed with Wooyoung's continuous acts of behavior. You thought the food would cheer him up but by the way he’s still scooching on the opposite ends of your couch- you know something’s up.

"You're being awfully quiet," you acknowledge, tearing the silence. "And you keep scooching away from me, so, let’s talk." you take a sip of your wine, your eyes narrowing as you study him.

He shifts uncomfortably, tugging at his hood collar as if it's suddenly too tight. "I, uh, I'm just not used to you being so... nurturing, I guess. It's throwing me off."

You laugh loudly, shaking your head in surprise. "Wow, not even a little bit subtle, huh?", you set your wine glass down and turn to face him fully. “Did I ruin your plans for today? I will grant you a free vacation day from work. I mean we’re already caught up with the progress we’re making.”

Wooyoung's shoulders relax, and he lets out a small laugh. "No, seriously, don’t bother. It's just... different. Unexpected. You're usually so... focused on work. Seeing you like this, taking care of me, it's...nice." He pauses, then adds quietly, "...a little scary." your eyebrows shoot up, a flicker of hurt crossing your face before you disclose your expression.

"Scary? Because I'm being nice to you?" your voice is carefully neutral, but there's an undercurrent of confusion and slight offense.

“I don’t know it feels…motherly?”

You throw your head back and laugh, a rich, throaty sound that fills the room. "Oh my goodness, Wooyoung. I'm 29, not 60. I think I can take care of you without having to be Mrs. Weilderman from next door."

Your laughter eases the tension, and Wooyoung feels his body unwinding. "Alright, alright, not motherly. Just... different. And I like it," he says, giving you a small smile. He takes a deep breath and continues, “Maybe even more than I should." He pauses, looking down at his hands as he wrings them in his lap. "I think I might be um..."

“A mommas' boy?” you joke, tapping the shell of your elbow into his slender shoulders, causing him to rock right.

“I am my momma's boy,” he admits, “and I love her to death, so you can’t shame me.”

“Awwww how cute~ I don’t think I’ve seen you become such a sap. Looks like we’re both seeing different sides of another tonight.”

Wooyoung encircles his small face frame that holds a big package of handsomeness. “No shame.” You giggle, swiveling your wine before tossing back the remaining liquid.“But, there’s this other thing. I can’t find the word for it, but it’s like this feeling of me just… naturally wanting to do anything for you. It never feels forced on the job.”

“Awe, well aren’t you perfect for employee of the month.” You sigh contentedly and ponder his heartfelt confessions. “Okay…” you nod, “let’s try, devoted? Indebted? Grateful?”

Hiss eyes flick over your face, he tilts his head like a lost puppy, shaking his head when the words just didn’t hit a ring in him. “No? Naturally, doing anything…for me? Without feeling forced…

“Submissive?” you whisper, looking down in shock from the slip before you look back up at him.

Wooyoung's head snaps up, his eyes wide with shock and a hint of fear. "How did you...?"

“Oh…”

He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. "I mean it’s only natural! As your..subordinate."

You grin mischievously, your eyes gleaming with amusement. "I mean it is a bit of a shock, but we can talk about it.” you lean forward, poking him playfully in the chest. He reaches up to rub over the area, his cheeks reddening in embarrassment. “You were a bit like this the other night. I think you said something about scaring me off?”

Wooyoung chuckles nervously, looking back at you. “I guess I just... I just wanted you to see me as more than just your subordinate. And I guess this is me ruining my chances.”

“I guess that sort of depends on what you want then. You smooth a hand over his shoulders, trying to mimic the calming massages he gives you under stress. “We work pretty closely to where things are just natural between us now, it wouldn’t necessarily be ruined.”

Your words send a thrill through Wooyoung, and he bites his lip, his heart racing. "What do you mean?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. He looks up at you, his eyes searching yours for any hint of what you might be thinking.

“Well… whatever it is that you're beating the bush around.”

Wooyoung's words hang in the air, heavy with unspoken desire. He looks up at you, his eyes pleading, and his heart pounds like a bongo in his chest. “I want to serve you outside of the office, provide you relief from a shitty work day, and more beyond than just a back massage.”

“Tell me the about the- ‘and more’ ” You inch closer with dimly lit slender eyes and coax Wooyoung's shaky hands with your hot pink sharp stiletto nails.

He shudders as you's nails trace over his skin, his resolve weakening. "I... I want to worship every inch of you," he breathes, his voice trembling with barely contained desire. "To use all of me for your pleasure in ways you've never experienced before. I’d kiss the ground before you.”

You lean in completely and abruptly stop at his trembling dolly pink lips. “How about you shut the hell up, and kiss me now?

The sudden change in your demeanor sparks immediate action from Wooyoung. He leans in, burrowing his fingertips directly onto your scalp, pressing his hot lips to yours. The kiss starts chaste before growing more passionate.

As you pull apart, his eyes dilate at your lips as he whispers, "That's what I've wanted to do to you every time you've snapped at someone in a meeting.”

You chuckle, leaning upward to press your thumb over his wet lips. “That would’ve been a real power move hm? It would’ve given those uppity dipshits more of me to talk about.”

Wooyoung's heart races as he looks at you, taking in your amused expression. "Yeah, it would have gave them more to focus on than their egos." he agrees, his voice still breathless from their kiss. "But I think I'd prefer it if you saved all that fire for me. Just me." He reaches out to gently stroke your cheek.

“You like seeing me upset?”

“I thrive on it every day I come into the office.”

“You’ve never given me a reason to be upset...”

“That’s because all I want to do is please you."

He glances down at your collarbone slipped from your disheveled top, tracing it in memorization. “Your smile is always rewarding to me, especially when it’s directed to only me.”

Your eyes flick up to his while your hands become curious about his body. “So, this word for you…submissive.” You twiddle with the strings of his hood, pulling it as it scrunches around his venous- covered neck. "In what other ways did you want to explore that outside of the workplace again?”

“Well.. just as you would in the office…you make the rules Mrs.Hart.” He grabs onto your hand, conversing almost completely with his own.

Your expression softens briefly at Wooyoung's touch, but then your gaze hardens as you consider his words. You pull back slightly, your hesitation palpable. "That would be... complicated," you murmur, your voice laced with uncertainty. "My reputation, the company... if word got out..."

Wooyoung watches you stand and smooth out your clothes, your movements precise and calculated- disrupting the easy flow. He feels a flicker of confusion, wondering if he's misread the situation entirely. He sits in contemplation, his mind racing with possibilities, trying to understand what's going through your mind.

He swallows hard, his expression serious as he listens to your concerns. "I understand," he says softly, his hand dropping from her cheek to your shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. "And I don't want to put either of us in that situation."

Although his words were assuring, his anxiety betrays him, He decides to approach you cautiously, not wanting to ruin the progress you both made. He stands up and walks over to you, his movements slow and deliberate. He reaches out and gently takes your hand, entwining his fingers with yours.

You breathe out softly and look upon your hand with his in-fitting connection. But then you let it go again. “I might’ve initiated things too quickly, and it isn’t your fault. I like you Wooyoung…maybe too much." You walk over toward the door, holding the handle as an indication of the next step that had to be taken. “Let’s dial this back and call it a night. I’ll see you at work?”

Wooyoung’s heart sinks slightly as you release his hand and step back, your words hitting him like a punch to the gut. He looks at you, searching for your face for any sign of hope, but your expression is resolute. He gets up accordingly, meeting you at the door.

"I'll be heading home now, my boss is counting on me to be well-rested for tomorrow's meeting," He says with a small, forced smile. His eyes, however, betray his true emotions, flickering with a mix of hurt, confusion, and unfulfilled desire.

The door clicks and you breathe out a deep breath your face hardened to obtain.

”Business and pleasure, an easy recipe for disaster.”

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monsta-x-jagi · 4 months ago

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Crown and Chrome

Summary: Kihyun disappeared from your life just as quickly as he rode into it. You fell for him, hard, and he left you to put yourself back together after him. And you tried. But what will you do when he comes back into your life and into your company?

Characters: biker!Kihyun, CEO!reader

Total word count: 29.5k

Warnings: provided in individual chapters

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Epilogue 1

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maximura · 1 year ago

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Hanteo Music Awards 2024

#Park Seonghwa #Seonghwa #Ateez #hanteo music awards #less mob-wife-chic and more ceo-of-a-company-chic #i hope he keeps his long hair #it's nice #but he actually looks amazing with the super short hair too #he has the range! to make it work!

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a-soft-hornytiny · 2 years ago

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Position of power.

Summary: You find out that your childhood friend is now a CEO and demand an explanation.

Word count: 3.1k+

Genre: Smut

Pairing: CEO!Jongho x female!reader

Warnings: unprotected sex, half clothed sex, teasing, penetration, dirty talk, office sex, fingering (female receiving) (let me know if i missed something) be careful while reading.

Notes: this got longer than it was supposed to be and im not complaining. Istg Jongho recently has a grip on me. And tbh ive had this idea ever since I saw him in that one suit. Ill show you what i mean. Like jesus. Anyway this is pretty fluffy at first but beware.

Taglist: after the cut (let me know if you wanna be added)

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“Wait Choi Jongho?” You nodded, confused by the excitement in your friend's voice. You had shown her a picture of you in highschool but she only had eyes for the boy that was standing next to you on said picture, Jongho, your best friend since first grade that you sadly lost contact with after school.

“THE Choi Jongho??” Your friend was squirming in her seat. You nodded again. Not really understanding what she was pointing at. “Omg Y/n that's such a big deal like how is he in person, is he as strict as he seems?” Your confusion only grew.

“I haven’t seen him for years. He went abroad after school and we rarely ever text each other.” You explained and your friend's excitement immediately died off. “But don’t you want to know what it’s like?” What what’s like? You didn’t even need to ask the confusion was written all over your face.

“Being rich!” You tilted your head. Jongho’s family was well off but you wouldn’t go as far as calling him rich. And that’s when you saw something change in your friend's face. They realized something. While you were still trying to grasp what was happening, they shoved their phone under your nose.

Perpexled you started to read. Choi Jongho, 23, CEO. Choi’s company, Choi Internationals, set a milestone in economic history as it became one of the most profitable corporations in its field only 4 months after it was brought to life.

You stopped and started reading again. No that can’t be.

“You didn’t know?” You looked up from their phone and shook your head slowly. How on earth did you not know about this? How could that information possibly go over your head? I need to call him you thought immediately before shaking your head again.

You went through your purse to look for your phone. When was the last time we talked? You asked yourself while unlocking your phone and entering your chat. About 4 months ago. 4 months ago you had checked up on each other the last time. That was far after the launch of his company. And he didn’t think that was important enough to tell you?

You started raging. You had told him everything. How you lost your job, how your ex broke up with you, how your parents moved to the countryside, everything. And he didn’t even bother to tell you he successfully launched a company and was making millions? Without thinking about it you sent him a passive-aggressive text.

When did you plan to tell me that you’re a money-shitting ceo?

Ok maybe you should have thought about that one.

Jongho was sitting in the back of his car when he saw your message. He let out a big sigh causing his secretary to send him a worried look. One part of him had wished you would never find out but he was also surprised that you didn’t already know. It was not like it was possible to keep his identity a secret.

“What’s wrong Mr.Choi?” His secretary asked, still keeping his eyes on the road. Jongho sighed again. “Nothing too big. Just a change of plans for today.” He said while typing his response.

Where are you right now?

He didn’t expect an immediate answer but his phone pinged shortly after.

At Sannie’s Dream, why?

Sannie's Dream was the café you two used to go to during highschool days. Jongho couldn’t help but smile. You hadn’t changed a bit.

Stay there.

He answered before informing his secretary about the new plan. The café was about 20 minutes away from where he was right now. He knew that you still lived in the suburb you two used to go to school in, he on the other hand had moved to the city.

What does he mean by “Stay there”? You shook your head while putting your phone down. You had completely forgotten that you weren’t alone.

“I’m so sorry you completely caught me off guard with that.” You told your friend while supporting your head with your hands.

“No worries but what now? What just happened?” They asked the right questions. What did just happen? “I have no idea.” You answered as you turned around to order another coffee.

You got back to chatting but about 20 minutes later the door to the café opened and a well-dressed man entered.

“Jongho?!” You exclaimed, completely shocked, causing the café to go quiet. He came over to your table and shushed you instantly. “We don’t want all that attention.” He whispered as the people around you began to talk again.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” You whisper screamed, ignoring that your friend probably had a heart attack right now. “We need to talk, do you mind?” He asked, pointing at the door behind him. And before you even knew it he had paid for your coffee, said goodbye to your friend and had led you outside.

"Jongho, stop!" You said while he opened the door to his car. You didn’t know a thing about cars but this one was expensive. “Can you please just explain what you’re doing?” You asked a bit out of breath. He had never been a man of many words, he was the type to prefer actions over words. But you needed him to tell you what was going on.

“I’ll explain it to you but can you get into the car first? I don’t want people to think that I’m kidnapping you.” He responded calmly. Well it kind of feels like I’m being kidnapped you thought before sitting down. Jongho closed the door and went to the other side to get in.

After he sat down and both of you had put on the seat belt he told the driver to get them to the headquarters. The headquarters? What was he trying to do? “Mister Jung? This is Y/n. Y/n, this is my loyal secretary Mister Jung.” He introduced you and bowed at each other awkwardly. After the car started driving, Jongho started to explain.

“Listen Y/n I never wanted to hide anything from you. I’m honestly a bit surprised that you only found out now. And I didn’t know you would be so angry.” He whispered the last part to himself. You weren’t ‘so angry’. Your disappointment from earlier had mostly disappeared.

“I’m not angry with you, just a bit disappointed that you didn’t tell me something so important. That’s a huge milestone. But don’t you think it's a bit extreme to kidnap me from my friend just to apologize?” You asked, a small smile on your face. He had always been a bit impulsive.

“Really? I mean..” he stopped, taking a second to organize his thoughts. “If I’m honest I just saw the opportunity and took it. I was so glad that you were still treating me like before and not turning into a money hungry demon, that I was too afraid to tell you. But in reality I have been wanting to meet up with you for a while now.”

You were surprised. On one side because of his sudden confession, on the other because of his rosy cheeks. He was embarrassed.

“That’s really.. sweet.” You said, still a bit taken aback.

“I thought I could show you my workplace?” He asked incredibly unsure. What did your friend say about him earlier? Strict? Oh if they could see him right now.

“Are you asking for a date?” You answered, obviously joking. But he nodded. And now you were the one whose face was heating up. He was looking out of the car window, trying to avoid eye contact, when scanned him with your eyes. He was handsome. He always had been, but this suit… you shook your head. Those thoughts were not to be thought.

But he had been thinking the same. When he walked you to his car, he couldn’t help but let his eyes wander. You were wearing a knee long mint green summer dress with a low back and golden jewelry. You looked stunning. But even if it was just for one second, he had wondered what you were wearing underneath it.

After a few minutes of awkward silence you decided to break the ice. "So.. how have you been?” You asked, still a bit shy. But he immediately answered, leading to a really relaxed conversation. You talked about everything and anything. From your family, to your work, to what you had for breakfast. God you had missed him.

When the car finally stopped, he got out first to open the door. What a gentleman.

“And this is where our Human Resources Management sits.” He explained as you reached the end of his little company tour. Your mouth was still open. More than ten levels, more than a hundred people, all under his control. The building was really modern, held in a black and white aesthetic with an occasional drop of colour. And it was your favourite colour. But that had to be a coincidence.

“Getting to the best part of the whole building now- my office.” He led you into this huge room. One side of it was completely covered in windows. The other consisted of dark wood. On the window side was his desk, full of paperwork, and in the middle of the room was a big table with about eight chairs. On the darker side of the room was a couch and two armchairs in the same colour.

You walked towards his desk completely overwhelmed by the sight of the city under your feet.

Jongho watched you explore his office in awe as he closed the door behind him. And locked it. He had always liked you more than he should but he thought he wasn’t good enough. You were his biggest inspiration to success. He’d be good enough if he was successful. A big smile appeared on his face as you let out a gasp. You had discovered his personal little library.

When was the time to make a move if not now?

You were taking a look at his books when you heard footsteps behind you. Without any warning you felt his hands on your waist and his warm breath against your ear.

“You’re so cute when you’re excited.” He chuckled. You froze. He was so close. Goosebumps formed all over your body as you realized what position you were in.

“Jongho what are you doing?” You couldn’t even talk properly, the words escaping your mouth were barely a whisper. Small electric shocks shot through your body as his hands slightly brushed against your hips. If you wanted to you could’ve easily stopped him. But the high school girl inside of you was excitedly jumping up and down.

“Something I should’ve done a lot earlier..” he whispered against your neck before placing soft kisses on your shoulder. Shivers ran down your spine. What do I do? You thought, trying to keep your mouth shut. You were way too embarrassed to let out whatever sound was waiting on your tongue.

You had always liked him. Others had always thought you were together but you two were absolutely oblivious to each other’s feelings. And now about five years after graduation, it was finally happening.

And even if it didn’t show, Jongho was nervous. He was basically waiting for you to turn around and slap him. But you didn’t. You stood there, enjoying his lips on your skin. And that was something he could see by your uneven breath and reaction to his hands. He couldn’t believe it at first but you wanted this.

“Do you want me to stop?” He murmured, lips still caressing your shoulder. He needed your full consent before going further. Because if you didn’t say no now, he wasn’t sure if he could hold himself back.

You held your breath. No. Please don’t stop. You knew that there was no going back once you said that. But it was the truth. You wanted him.

“Please don’t stop.” You nearly moaned as his lips brushed a sensitive spot. You could feel his firm body behind you and gosh that suit. Every time he turned around to continue his tour earlier you had stared so much that you were worried the fabric would dissolve under your gaze.

“I always thought you were gorgeous but this dress..” he groaned as his hands caressed your thighs, causing the dress to ride up. “This dress makes me go insane.”

You couldn’t hold back a quiet moan as you imagined him fucking you right then and there. And as if he had read your mind, he turned you around to look at him. His eyes were dark and full of desire as he scanned every single part of your face.

“You know.. your suit isn’t much better.” You chuckled before pressing your lips onto his. You caught him off guard for a second before he intensified the kiss and slowly guided you to his desk. Before you could protest, he had wiped most of his things off his desk and sat you down on it. Your dress was merely covering your panties anymore as you felt one of his hands making its way up your thigh.

“But Jongho..” you whispered as his fingertips brushed against the outside of your underwear. “What about the windows?” The desk was only about two meters away from the window front so if anyone was on the opposite side, they could definitely see you.

“Oh don’t worry darling, they’re reflected.” He smirked as he pulled you in for another kiss. You were surprised by the pet name but you liked it. He made it sound so… sexy. And just as you had forgotten about the position of his fingers, he pushed your panties aside and gently started caressing your heat. You let out a loud but embarrassed moan when you heard the squelching sound his fingers were making.

“So wet already~” He growled into your ear. “Makes me wonder how long you’ve wanted this.” He chuckled before carefully pushing one finger inside your wetness. You hid your burning face on his shoulder.

“Shut up.” You whined, making him smirk. “What did you say?” He teased you while slowly inserting a second finger. “Shut up and fuck me already.” You whined again.

“So that’s what you want huh?” He let his fingers slip out of you and spread the wetness on your clit before starting to massage it gently. You couldn’t hold back your moans anymore as your whole body started to shake. Why was he so good at this?

“Nah nah we don’t want others to hear you, do we?” He jokingly said before kissing you again. You hadn’t even realized he had stopped massaging your clit until you heard the sound of his belt opening. You immediately opened your eyes and separated from him just to watch him open his pants.

The growing bulge underneath had gotten painfully obvious and Jongho let out a deep breath when he finally freed his dick. Your eyes were glued onto his glistening tip as he stroked himself a few times, obviously enjoying your drooling stares. It was big but more importantly, it was girthy.

“So what was that? You want me to ‘fuck you already’?” He asked with a teasing undertone. You nodded, still not able to stop staring. “Your wish is my command.” He groaned as he placed himself at your entrance.

“Are you ready?” He asked, looking into your eyes with a softness that was completely unexpected. You couldn’t help but give him a warm smile. What a gentleman you thought before answering.

“Yes Jongho, I’m ready.” You let out a slight chuckle before you moved your hips forward, pushing his throbbing dick into your warmth.

You both let out a satisfied moan as soon as his length completely disappeared inside of you. It felt incredible. Felt like it was meant to be. Jongho couldn’t even think straight when he started moving his hips. He was holding you in his arms while your hands were clawing into his back.

“God Y/n you feel so good.” He groaned breathlessly as his cock thrusted into you once again. You were seeing stars, you had never felt so much pleasure. Your legs were wrapped around him and he desk was only there to support your body a bit, nothing more, as Jongho was nearly carrying you.

With every thrust, the tip of his dick hit the perfect spot. You had buried your mouth in his clothes but your pathetic moans were still echoing through the room.

“Faster.. please..” you whined against him and he immediately started picking up speed. The way your walls clenched around his length made both of you go crazy. His movements were steady which made you aware of his extreme strength and his even breath against your neck made your mind go blank.

“Make me yours, Jongho.” You moaned. “Make me cum.”

As if he had accepted a challenge, he gently sat you back on his desk to have a free hand. While he was still thrusting into you, his hand started caressing your clit in the same rhythm and you immediately threw your head back. Waves of pleasure washed over you as you laid back. The cold wood on your back made you shiver.

“You’re so beautiful.” Jongho was panting as his thrusts became sloppier. But you couldn’t even properly hear him because you were so immersed in the feeling he was giving you. Your whole body was tense as you felt your orgasm coming.

“Jongho I-“ you whined, not able to finish your sentence . “I’m c-co-“

Your orgasm washed over you with an intensity you never felt before. Your whole body was shaking uncontrollably and your pussy started clenching around his dick. You couldn’t breathe as Jongho continued to thrust into you.

He couldn’t believe his eyes when you came on his dick. To his eyes you looked ethereal. But the way you clenched around him pushed him close. He was about to cum right there.

He wanted to pull out but you stopped him. You could hear a slight protest before he let out the most beautiful lewd moan you ever heard and painted your inside white. You could feel his cum spurt out of his tip, filling you up to the brim. Shortly after, he collapsed on top of you. You took deep breaths while gently stroking his hair.

You giggled. “If I had known this would happen I would have texted you earlier.”

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minisugakoobies · 7 months ago

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CEO Mingi seems to be doing well

(Prev Boss!Mingi)

Me sitting here fighting the Sunday night existential dread that comes with thinking about work tomorrow, choosing instead to imagine CEO!Mingi who invites OC to go on a holiday with him. Under his watch, his company's had its most profitable quarter in years, and he's wanting to do something to relax and enjoy his success. And for some reason those things equate to spoiling her with a trip to Jeju Island and a private bungalow at an in-demand resort.

Jungkook is surprised when OC informs him that she's leaving for a week, but too stubborn to say anything. OC knows he's slightly stunned by how quickly she and Mingi became a thing. She is too, honestly - she never really expected to find someone into her, and she's even more surprised by how quickly she fell for him.

When she steps foot onto the island, it's like she's walking into a dream. The bungalow is secluded, and the staff make themselves scarce, so it feels like it's just the two of them on their own island. They establish a little routine. By now she's learned that Mingi likes to sleep in. So she rises alone to watch the sunrise each day. Then when she hears him start to stir, she slips into bed and wakes him with soft kisses. Eventually the cuddling turns into fucking, deep and slow. They spend their afternoons doing whatever their hearts desire - swimming, swinging in the hammock, napping on the couch. Mingi seems to spend most of his time with his hand(s) on OC - clutching to her in the water, resting his palm on her thigh as she sits next to him reading, slinging his arm over her at night, fingers splaying on the soft curve of her belly. He's a warmth she never wants to forget. She wonders how long she gets to have him. 💕

#mingi #ateez #ceo!mingi #mingi smut #lovely moots #minttangerines #asks #can you tell that i need a vacation?#boss!mingi au

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armpirate · 2 months ago

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Kalla | Choi San || Chapter 34

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Pairings: CEO!San x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, strangers to lovers.

Warnings: dom!San, sub!reader, voyeourism, use of sex toys, bondage, dirty talk, BDSM, exhibitionism, rough sex.

Summary: She was surprised by how fast her life went from the perfect fairytale to the destructive mess it had turned into. Dealing with a cheater ex boyfriend, having to move out to a different place because the house she lived in belonged to that man she once dreamed of spending the rest of her life with, while continuously being underappreciated at work... It was as if life was telling her to stop dreaming big, to go back to her small town, Bibury, and help her parents run the small farm her family had owned for decades.

At least until she received a call from her friend.

A sudden vacancy as an assistant showed up on one of her friend's system, having her being encouraged to take that big step and apply for it. She had no hopes for it. Mainly because she didn't have any experience on the field, and she didn't comply with most of the requirements that were added on the offer -and which most of them sounded ridiculous and exaggerated for the position, making her wonder who was the freak who needed so many guidelines in order to hire someone to pick up the phone and schedule events.

Although that hotel she'd be working on was much more than anything she could've come up with.

Choi San wasn't someone easy to deal with. After his previous assistant presented his resignation letter on his desk, he felt forced to start the whole selection process again -after merely two months.

Sure that he was being way too strict, enough to find that anyone who applied for the position wasn't enough, he asked one of his friends to be in charge of the interviews and the selection of the most adequate candidate.

Little did he know Wooyoung would hire the imperfectly perfect candidate for him, sure that she'd help him in many ways other than just in dealing with the responsibilities of his position.

A new challenge will come their way as soon as she steps inside the hotel.

Y/n will have to learn how to mold onto him and deal with all his small habits and requirements, and San will find himself trying to open up and let out all those same things that turned him into the person he was.

The more she digs in Kalla and all of its secrets and exciting corners, the deeper she'll dive into San's heart and soul... Although, maybe, she won't be able to take it.

Kalla opens its doors to you, sharing the vast amount of filthy and erotic plans it offers, and that you can join with a partner... Or maybe just by yourself.

Hope you enjoy your stay.

Chapter duration: 11 minutes

San had been on edge since his father showed up in his office, but not exactly because of the reasons he was used to. Y/n's cool, detached demeanor that whole day whenever she was around him gnawed at him, her avoidance of his gaze and the one-word answers stoking an unfamiliar sense of dread in him. It was almost as if she was trying to be cautious with him, when he had made it clear a million times that she didn't need to act that way around him, not even during one of their sessions. By the time the evening rolled around, he could hardly focus, the lingering silence between them too loud to ignore.

Usually, a few playful gazes flew over her shoulder, with a cheeky smile whenever he was caught already looking at her. That day, she didn't turn once, it was like going back to their beginnings.

Throughout the day he tried to wonder whether it was a good idea to speak to her, or if it was better to let it die until Y/n was the one going to him. It'd have been the best, and he had convinced himself of it during his loud monologue while sitting in his desk. And, after thinking he was fine with his decision of not going after her, the monologue started again as soon as he stepped inside his car. As much as he argued with himself, as much as he wanted to ignore how bad he actually wanted to know what was wrong, it didn't change the ending.

As night fell, he found himself outside her apartment, his pulse racing with something between frustration and concern. While he was there, he stopped and thought that maybe he was overreacting. Maybe nothing was happening to Y/n and he'd only make her uncomfortable by showing up without telling her first. Maybe that was normal, things would start to change the closer they got. But then he remembered his father's smirk, that one last sentence before he left, and the swiftness of Y/n's attitude, and he knew it wasn't that simple. After a deep breath, he knocked firmly on her door, waiting in silence. He didn't know what to expect, but he couldn't let things remain unresolved.

His confidence lasted the few seconds sense took to get to his head, ready to turn around and hide so she wouldn't see him.

Before he could, the door opened, revealing Y/n in casual clothes, her hair pulled back and her expression a mix of surprise and wariness. She looked like she hadn't expected him, yet the resignation in her eyes made it clear she'd known a confrontation was coming.

—San —she greeted, voice quiet but edged with something he couldn't quite read.

And maybe that was what attracted him, but at the same time confused him the most. Y/n seemed so easy to read, but at the same time she was so difficult.

—What...

—Are you going to let me in? —he asked, his own voice softer than he intended, betraying the vulnerability he'd tried to keep in check all day.

With a sigh, Y/n stepped aside, allowing him to enter. He glanced around, the familiar surroundings of her apartment feeling strangely distant, and turned to face her. She crossed her arms, watching him with guarded eyes. He took his shoes off, confused at not finding the ones she had bought for those weird visits he made to her place -Mingi was usually there with Seonghwa, which only made it difficult for them to be alone. His place was always a better choice.- and just putting on one of those extra slippers.

Her arms were crossed, her eyes wandering over him. She was waiting for him to speak.

His lips parted, but a new masculine voice came through from somewhere in the small house.

—If you need help with something else... Oh, hey —his greeting at San was friendly, something that couldn't be said about her boss' body language.

—Thanks, Yunho —she smiled at him—. I owe you one.

His eyes scanned the taller boy, finding on his toes something that belonged to him. At noticing the place his gaze was focused at, Y/n found herself forced to give an explanation.

—He's Mingi's friend. He came because my laptop hasn't been working properly lately.

"And he couldn't come when Seonghwa was around instead of you?" he ate that question.

—Nice to meet you —Yunho bowed—, em?

—San —she answered.

—Her boyfriend —he cleared up.

Her eyes widened at that new title, but she didn't oppose him. Instead, she nervously smiled at Yunho, when he looked around so nervously with the thick silence that followed. She took him to the door, insisting on how she'd treat him for a good meal, since he refused to accept any money coming from her.

Her words were distracted, her thoughts all over the place, hurrying to greet Yunho out to confront San for that little scene.

She was so focused on what she was going to ask and the way she was going to tone it, that she wasn't aware of San's dark gaze as he calmly approached her. She couldn't say a word before his finger pulled from her necklace and his lips collided against hers on a furious kiss. His digits moved up over her throat, surrounding her soft skin while his lips possessed every bit of sanity in her. She followed along, too intoxicated by his taste to get her brain cells to work, making it even harder when her back was against the wall that led to the corridor.

She didn't know she didn't need to say a thing for San to know what was going through her head. It took him one look in the eyes to know.

—You're wearing this necklace around your neck, because I can't have my hand around it twenty four hours a day for everyone to know you're mine. I used “boyfriend”, because it's more simple than saying I own you emotionally, physically...

—I thought the necklace was a way of you not having to say I'm yours —she dared him, lifting an eyebrow.

—Sometimes it's better to make things clear. And you owe me that tonight.

Y/n didn't know what he meant, until he stepped back and walked toward her room, taking off his black blazer before he carefully folded it on his forearm.

—What have I not been clear about? —she asked, following him.

—You've been avoiding me, but you want to act like you've been clear and honest with me? You're lucky I'm patient enough to wait for you to give an explanation before I act.

—I haven't been avoiding you.

He sighed. That recognizable tired sigh he let out whenever he was disappointed with an answer, that same look he gave her whenever she did something wrong at work. San wasn't going to eat up there was nothing going on, he wasn't going to leave until things got better by themselves. Instead, he sat at the edge of her bed and waited for her to speak.

—I have all night —he confessed—. I'm not moving from here until you tell me what's wrong, even if it takes us to spend the night awake looking at each other for hours.

She exhaled sharply, the weight of her own emotions finally surfacing. Y/n knew him. She knew San wasn't saying those things to scare her to speak, he meant them. He was going to stay there until they made things up, until he knew what was wrong and worked on a solution for it. He wasn't just going to shrug it off and ignore it.

—Nothing's wrong —she answered—. Everything is okay.

—Y/n.

He didn't need to add a warning, he didn't need to say anything. Her name on his lips, along with the look in his eyes , was enough for her to know that it wasn't a good idea to keep playing around.

—Hyori wasn't the only sub you had before me, right?

The expression on his face shifted with that question.

—Where did you hear that?

—Is that important now? —she crossed her arms over her chest.

—No, it's not —he finally sentenced.

—Your father told me about it —she added either way, allowing him to have a bit of information so he could work around it—. I didn't want to bring it up, because I didn't want you to think I'd believe him over you, but I just can't act like it isn't something bothering me.

San's heart sank as he pieced together her reaction. The defensiveness in her gaze, the hurt lurking beneath the surface -it all made sense now. He looked down, tapping his fingers over his dress pants.

—It's true.

Y/n's throat closed for a few seconds, blocking any air from coming in and out, almost making her dizzy before she blinked back to reality.

—Y/n, you are the one person I trust with everything. I just... thought I could shield you from the parts of my life that weren't worth dragging you into.

She shook her head, gaze unwavering.

—That's not how trust works, San. I don't need you to protect me from all those things. Why would you keep doing that?

He paused, the weight of her words hitting him harder than he'd expected. After a deep breath, he finally allowed their eyes to meet, his gaze intent and filled with a mix of remorse and resolve.

—Because it might change the way you see me —he said softly—. I will show you and tell you everything, even the messy parts I've been hiding. But I need you to believe that I was trying to protect you.

Her expression softened, the hurt still evident but thawing under the quiet sincerity in his eyes. She took a tentative step forward, meeting his gaze.

Without hesitation, San took her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. He carefully motioned her to sit next to him.

—I'm going to tell you everything —he promised, a rare vulnerability in his tone—. I won't decorate it with glitter and flowers. And if after this you want me to leave, I will.

The mere fact of San feeling like saying that last sentence made her guts wrench.

—I met Sujin through a friend we had in common, it happened shortly after I came back to Seoul. She was quite nice, maybe a bit too puritan, but we understood each other well on the few dates we went on. We had sex, we understood each other well, and when that same night I told her about the things I was into, she asked me to try it with her.

She didn't know the story, and even she knew how awfully that was going to end.

—You know how important communication is for me, how I need you to know and agree with everything we're going to do. But I wasn't always so strict with that.

She gulped thick, not knowing exactly what to expect next from him.

—One night, I did a small public session with her. I gotta say I was always quite vanilla, because I was a bit inexperienced myself. But I wanted us both to try something we had never tried before, so I went a bit rougher. I thought everything was alright, I thought she liked it. That night we said goodbye like the other times we had been in the Spadix, but the next morning she called me crying. She told me she felt disgusted, how I humiliated her and how I forced her to do what we did.

—Did she use the safe word?

—No. If she had used it, I would've stopped immediately.

Y/n knew. San had always respected her the few times she felt pushed to say the safe word, it was like clicking the turn off button for him.

—The word spread quite fast because she spoke to some people in the club.

—She still went there without you?

—Hyori also did. The only one I don't want there if I'm not around it's you —his expression shifted again, like going back into topic—. Most people didn't entertain her too much. Everyone there knows how it is, and some others were there when everything happened. But still the word spread enough for it to turn dangerous.

—Is that where your father steps in?

—What?

—He told me he did the recording thing to stop that scandal from spreading.

—Of course he said that —San rolled his eyes—. I highly doubt it. That thing with Sujin never got outside the Spadix. And even if it had ever made its way outside, there were many witnesses in the club for anything bad to come out of it. It wasn't as big.

—But it did affect you.

—Of course it did. She was supposed to enjoy it, and instead she came out thinking the worst of me and what we did. I corrected myself since then, I adopted a more strict posture on communication and aftercare. Was it a mistake? Yes, it was. But I didn't do anything wrong, and I learnt from it.

Y/n held his gaze for a moment, the unspoken trust rekindling between them. And, for a moment, she felt so stupid for letting his father get in her head and make up the worst case scenario about San.

Before she could even say a word, two of his fingers were hooked on her chin, pulling her closer for a soft kiss. Slowly, she helped wash those ugly thoughts away, filling her mind with only him, his scent, his taste.

—I should've told you about her —he admitted with a raspy voice—, but, if I'm honest, it's something I hardly ever think of. I keep saying how communication is important, yet I always miss being transparent with you. I guess it's because I'm scared of you changing the way you see me...

Her silence and her sweet look almost made him scoff, moving her face a bit away to be able to look her in the eyes.

—Don't act like you weren't at fault this time either. You should've asked me instead of avoiding me.

—I wanted to think of a way of bringing up the topic without being invasive —she admitted—. There was no way of bringing it up naturally.

—You can be as invasive as you want with me, as long as that sets comfort for you. Ask and say whatever you want around me.

He wanted her, he craved her, and he wasn't playing around when he confessed he was serious about her.

—Can I be invasive and tell you how sexy you are right now? —she whispered against his lips.

—Then let me tell you how bad I want to fuck you into understanding you can do whatever you want with me.

And she was dying to, but not there.

San wasn't surprised when she asked him to go to his apartment. It became part of their routine to end up there, bursting inside the place while making out like they didn't do that, at least, countless times a day.

Although that night, sex wasn't what they expected it to be, rough and senseless. It was slow and passionate, intimate and deep. As much as they craved the world that brought them together, they both knew they needed to turn into one that night more than any other day before.

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zh0nggucc1 · 1 year ago

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Drippin Desires 1/2

Word count: 1.6k

Pairings: Mingi x Gn!reader

Content: Mingi is Y/N’s boss and he’s running late…

Warning: NSFW, public indecency, fingering, degradation, pet names (darling), dom!mingi, sub!reader

Splash! Droplets of the liminal greys above my head secreted its condensed layers. People scavenged around for any form of shelter, some even using the tops of their hood-less jackets to protect their heads from the harmless liquid. There was one in particular who caught my eye, the only one that could come out of this waterfall looking like a Greek God. If he wasn’t a Greek God he was surely blessed with all the beauty Athena had to offer

Song Mingi, unfortunately my boss. His brown, slicked back locks were beginning to fall down onto his carefully and beautifully, sculpted face, due to the rain weakening the gel that held his most likely, soft and luscious hair in place. A slight look of frustration painted his face before he glanced my way, replacing that sour look with a half smile. He soon approached me. We didn’t often catch the train together as he usually took the earlier train. I’m assuming he woke up late, putting him in this position.

“Good morning Mr. Song, are you running late?” I gently and professionally spoke to him. The rain dripping down his face enhanced his beauty by 100x, I could barely focus on anything but his stunningly shaped, pink, plump lips. They looked like they were itching to be kissed, I couldn’t bare it. “No need to be so professional, we’re not at work yet, call me Mingi.” He sent me a friendly smile. I couldn’t be friendly with him, I could barely resist ripping his clothes off on the spot. “I would prefer to be professional around you, sir.” As I finished speaking, the train had arrived at the platform. The moment the doors had opened, I swiftly hopped on hoping he would take the hint and leave me alone. The train was rather crowded so we had both ended up in each other’s personal space. It was more than i could handle.

“Come on, you can loosen up around me Y/N, don’t have to be so tight~.” His comment caused a light pink to cover my cheeks. “I don’t think it is appropriate for you to be talking to me this way and please, call me ‘L/N’, we must remain professional, sir.” I remained calm. “What? You don’t like it when I call you Y/N?” He sent me a very subtle smirk. No, I fucking love it, that’s the problem…

“Please don’t call me that again.” I spoke in between a gulp. Mingi spoke up again. “But I like your name, Y/N.” That was it. “I said stop!” I snapped at him, just like an angry chihuahua. I immediately regretted it. I turned around, My back facing him, feeling slightly guilty for shouting at him. Seconds later, I felt something solid poke my backside. Was that what I thought it was? This can’t be happening, I won’t be able to resist much longer…

“S-Sorry…” He muttered, as he grazed his finger along my hip, his tone much less confident and much more timid. He held his head lower, the sensation of his rough breaths down my neck, sending chills down my spine. I know what he wanted and I wanted it too but it was so risky, especially here.

Fuck it. Any dignity I left was gone in an instant as I backed myself up onto his partially hardened erection. I could tell he enjoyed this as he had to clear his throat to hide any devilish sounds that were aching to leave his mouth. It was so undeniably sexy. I needed to hear more of his sinful vocals. They caused a familiar liquid to coat my panties. I pressed my thighs together, in attempts of creating some kind of friction to satisfy this unbearable desire to be touched by him.

I hurriedly, scanned around the crowded cart. Once I was sure no one was looking, I grabbed his abnormally long fingers from behind and placed them exactly where I wanted them, up my skirt, in between my thighs. Not a word, left my lips in shame. I was about to let my boss fondle me on a train.

I heard a scoff leave his mouth and felt the vibrations from his chest due to our close proximity. Gosh that was so sexy, I felt myself getting even wetter. I bit my bottom lip, my breath becoming shaky.

His head tilted, his lips grazing my earlobe. “What is it? You want my fingers, hm?” He suggested, his voice low and quiet. It turned me on more than anything. I gulped and nodded. “I want to hear your words, darling.” He stated, stubbornly. “Y-yes..” I quietly replied. “Yes what?” He smirked. “Yes please...” I desperately spoke. He let out a low chuckle, sending shivers down my spine.

His finger’s collided with my underwear using one gentle touch and with one rough pull, they had been ripped off of me. I gasped in disbelief. He muttered a careless ‘oops’ and placed lacy fabric in his other hand, so he was now able to give me what I had been desiring.

He swiped his middle finger across my dripping folds, causing me to let out a shaky breath. He soon located my clit, rubbing slow and gentle circles around it. It felt good, but i needed more. I whined quietly. “What? is it not enough for you? How about this?” He hastily shoved two digits inside of me, causing me to let out a loud gasp. My reaction brought a wider smirk to his face. It created a sloshing sound due to the wetness. His fingers were so long, they easily reached my g-spot. He pumped his fingers in and out, rapidly, hitting my g-spot every time. My body jolted every time he hit it. I bit down on my bottom lip to suppress my moans, hard enough to draw blood.

It satisfied him seeing me try so hard to keep my composure but failing miserably. “What a slut? taking my fingers so well.” He whispered, his lips, again grazing my earlobe. I wished those perfect lips of his could be all over my body. I wished for his tongue to replace his fingers ramming into my dripping cunt. Unfortunately, this was the most I could allow to happen. It was too risky.

His bulge rubbed against my ass as his fingers rammed into my clenching cunt. He used his thumb to circle my clit, rapid enough for an orgasm to be nearing. I couldn’t do that here… it would make a mess.

“Sir- I mean Mingi- I mean Mr. Song… you need to stop.. i’m c-close.” I stuttered, breathlessly. “So what? Why don’t we make a mess and let the whole world that you’re not as innocent as you make yourself out to be~.” He whispered seductively. As much as I loved this feeling, he had to be stopped. I grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand out of my skirt and just in time because our stop was approaching. Once the train had stopped, he leaned down to whisper in my ear again. “Meet me in my office on your lunch break, darling~” He got off of the train while I paused, almost forgetting to get off.

I hopped off and started making my way my usual coffee shop. I always stopped by there before work. As I walked in, I noticed a face i hadn’t seen before. I had grown quite fond of all of the employees, but this one I didn’t recognise. They must’ve hired someone knew. He was gorgeous, a little bit short, but nevertheless stunning. He had black, mid length hair, with a middle parting. He had a smile that could light up a whole room and quite a cute aura. I had been so focused staring at him, I didn’t notice that he was trying to take my order. “Ma’am, can I help you?” He gifted me a gentle smile, knocking me out of my trance. “Ah yes, so sorry! Could I get a caramel latte with extra cream?” I asked, He immediately typed it into the till. “Of course, is that all?” His voice was so soft and pretty, I could listen to it all day. “Yup that’s all, how much will that be?” I asked. “On the house… if I could get your number?” He flirted, looking me in the eye. He was confident, even more attractive. My cheek went a light shade of pink. “Eh sure why not?” I took my phone out of my pocket and opened up the keypad, handing my phone to him. He took it and swiftly typed his number in, saving his contact with the name ‘Joongie<3’. I read his name badge. His name was Hongjoong, what a pretty name. “thank you uhh-“ I cut him off. “Y/N, call me Y/N.” I smiled. “Nice to meet you, Y/N.” He passed my phone back to me. “Nice to meet you too, Hongjoong.” I replied. “Wait how did you- oh I forgot I wear a name badge.” He let out the cutest chuckle, to which I replied also with a chuckle.

After our conversation I waited, patiently for my latte. After it had been made, I bid Hongjoong a goodbye and made my way into my work building. There was nothing special about my job. It was a basic office job, nothing more to it, I sat at a computer all day and got paid to type. I can’t the pay was bad though, the pay was pretty good for what it was, it gave me enough to live on and that’s all that mattered. There was one thing I looked forward too everyday and that was eye fucking Song Mingi whenever he made a grand appearance however today I felt as if I had more than just eye fucking to look forward to.

I walked over to my computer, setting my coffee down on the table. I decided to take my phone out and message Hongjoong, just so my number would show up in his phone.

Hey! it’s Y/N, message me when you get the chance

Delivered

I knew, as he was at work, it would take a while for him to reply, so I just got straight on with my work.

TO BE CONTINUED…

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed!! please give me your opinion and/or requests!! thank you for reading <3

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wooyoungmybelovedhusband · 2 years ago

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ʕ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 1.00 - 'ᴍʀ.ᴘᴀʀᴋ??' ʔ

ヾᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ : ᴄᴇᴏ! ᴘᴀʀᴋ ꜱᴇᴏɴɢʜᴡᴀ x ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛᴀʀʏ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ヾꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ/ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ : ʜᴇʀᴇ

ヾ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ : ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʟɪᴠᴇꜱ, ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴏɴᴅᴇʀɪɴɢ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ Qᴜᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ Qᴜɪᴛ?

ヾᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ : ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴀʟʟᴇʀɢɪᴇꜱ

ヾᴅɪꜱᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ : ᴀʟᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴀ "ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛᴀʀʏ ᴋɪᴍ" ᴋ-ᴅʀᴀᴍᴀ ᴀᴜ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏʟɪɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀɪꜱᴛɪᴄꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ.

You suck in a harsh breath, your hands grip tightly onto the tablet that was placed on your lap. You try hard to focus on the meeting and the men speaking in front of you but you couldn't help but sniffle under your breath. Your eyes water slightly after turning red as you try hard to contain yourself from sneezing hard. Your hands subtly try to push away the big bouquet of roses kept next to you. But it doesn't go unnoticed by the sharp pair of dark eyes which hold no emotions, Seonghwa cocks his head towards your side.

His eyebrows cocks up in confusion when he finds your eyes get red and watery. But he decides to let it slide for the moment before focusing back onto Hongjoong who stood in front of the board of officers. Though the thought doesn't leave his mind as to why you pushed away the flowers so aggressively.

Your heels make loud noises against the floor while you make your way into the elevator next to Seonghwa. There is a weird not-so awkward silence between the both of you, if your older self would be in the same situation, you could see yourself getting suffocated in seconds. But now you have to come to get used to these silences. As you walk into his room, you place the files down and finally decide to break the silence. "Mr.Park I would like to inform you that, I will be taking a leave tomorrow for personal reasons."

Seonghwa's eyebrows cock up in surprise as he fixes his overcoat a little, "Don't I have to attend a party hosted by the Sumyung group? It's postponed to tomorrow right?" His expressions stay unreadable, but his unbelievable tone is definitely hard to not notice. "Yes Mr.Park, that's correct. But you will have to deal with it yourself for tomorrow, and I've already arranged Secretary.Do to take care of your usual necessities." A scoff escapes from him as he stares at you in disbelief, "Then what about my date? Aren't you usually the one who stays by my side in these parties?"

"I've got that covered too, Mr.Park, the top model of Korea, Song Hyunju, the ambassador for YSL, must have been familiar to you. I've done some research on her, and found out her father is one of the shareholders of your father's company. She will be your date for tomorrow." Why the fuck are you so smart, Hwang. Seonghwa mutters to himself, not getting why he was annoyed at the fact that you wouldn't be by his side for a whole day. "If that is all, I will leave you here Mr.Park"

"WAIT MS.HWANG ARE YOU REALLY GOING ON A BLIND DATE?" Ji-yeon screams loudly, almost making it audible for everyone in the bathroom stall. You instantly try to shush her down, panicking that someone must have heard her. "Omg Jiyeon-shi calm down, and yes I am" You say with your usual smile on your face just the fact that you were hiding how scared you were for the so-called blind date your friend set you up with.

"Y/n-ah you really need a personal life other than being your stuck-up CEO's secretary" You let out a sigh, not being able to deny your friends, Yuna's words. "Well what can I do then, not like I get any free time other than running behind him." Yuna lets out a pitiful sigh before inhaling sharply, "Well, you are going to make some free time because you're going on a blind date with my boyfriend's best friend next week." Your eyes widen from her words, "WAIT WHAT? WHAT BLIND DATE, WHO?"

"That is exactly why it is a blind date, Silly." Your shoulders slump down and you let out a defeated sigh knowing well that you won't be able to say no to her. "Well what am I going to do with Seonghwa? How am I going to get any free time?" Yuna shrugs at your questions, "I don't know, just tell him you're going to take a holiday or something." "I- Fine"

"With who?- well I mean, It's a blind date, but i can't wait to hear what happens on your date." You let out a chuckle at the other girl, who couldn't hide her excitement for you. "I'll definitely let you know about it all" You weren't surprised to hear the most excited squeal from her as you walked out of the bathroom.

You walk out of the door of the fancy table, walking next to your date. Your heels click on the pathway, and just as you raise your head, your eyes widen at the sight. "MR.PARK??"

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iwishiwasrichasfuck · 2 years ago

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I just had a thought: power couple CEO!y/n x Fashiondesigner!hongjoong.

Writers, I summon you

#Hongjoong #Ateez #hongjoong x y/n #Fashion designer hongjoong x ceo!y/n

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cocobeanncteez · 29 days ago

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The CEO Collision - Part One

Pairing: CEO!Seonghwa x CEO! reader (f)

Warnings / content for Part One: Suggestive content, angsty, alcohol consumption. Please note that other than Ateez, all other character names used are fictional.

Word Count: 10.4k

Masterlist for The CEO Collision

“Congratulations, Ms. Y/N,” your secretary said when you entered your office after your last meeting for the day, and the week as it was a Friday. “The investors seemed impressed.”

“Thank you, Nari,” you replied with a grin, gathering your stuff to put it in your bag. “Shouldn’t you be heading out soon for your date?”

Nari blushed. “Yunho pushed our reservation by half an hour to give me some time to get ready.”

You nodded. “That’s sweet of him. Have fun tonight,” you said, slinging your bag over your shoulder. “And tell Yunho I said hi.”

“Will do,” Nari said with a grin. “You’re heading straight home?”

“That’s the plan,” you replied, glancing at your phone to check the time. “I’m long overdue for a quiet night in.”

Nari chuckled. “Knowing you, you’ll end up working from home anyway.”

You smirked. “Probably, but at least I’ll be in my pajamas.”

“Fair point,” she said, walking you to the elevator. “Drive safe, Ms. Y/N.”

“You too. And don’t let Yunho distract you too much from dinner,” you teased as the elevator doors opened.

Nari blushed again, laughing as she waved goodbye. “No promises.”

The elevator doors closed, leaving you alone for the descent to the parking garage. You leaned against the wall, letting out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. The week had been productive but exhausting, and the promise of the weekend was the only thing that kept you going.

Once the elevator reached the basement, you stepped out and made your way to your car. The quiet hum of the nearly empty garage was oddly comforting as you unlocked the sleek black sedan that your father had insisted you drive.

Sliding into the driver’s seat, you tossed your bag onto the passenger side and started the engine. The low purr was satisfying, a reminder of all the hard work that had brought you here. As you pulled out of the parking lot, the city lights began to blur together in a comforting glow against the evening sky.

The drive home was uneventful, the streets gradually growing quieter as you moved away from the bustling business district. By the time you reached the gates of your family’s estate, the sun had dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in soft shades of pink and purple.

The gates opened automatically as you approached, and you drove down the winding driveway toward the sprawling mansion. Parking in your usual spot, you turned off the car and sat there for a moment, staring at the grand facade of your childhood home.

With a resigned sigh, you grabbed your bag and stepped out of the car, making your way to the front door. One of the house staff greeted you with a polite smile as you entered.

“Welcome home, Ms. Y/N. Dinner will be served shortly.”

You nodded in acknowledgment, slipping off your heels as you made your way inside. The comforting aroma of your mother’s cooking wafted through the air, and despite your exhaustion, a small part of you looked forward to the meal.

As you approached the dining room, you heard the faint hum of conversation and your twin brother’s unmistakable laughter.

“Look who finally decided to show up,” your twin, Hongjoong, teased without looking up.

Rolling your eyes, you walked over and ruffled his perfectly styled hair, earning a sharp protest.

“Ugh, stop that!” he grumbled, swatting your hand away.

“Can’t help it,” you replied with a smirk as you took your seat. “You look too polished. Someone has to keep you grounded.”

He huffed, running his fingers through his hair to fix it, muttering under his breath about how annoying you were.

“Kids, behave,” your mother said with a fond smile as the staff began serving dinner.

You glanced at the spread—steaming platters of food, perfectly arranged salads, and freshly baked buns. Despite the lavish meal, your mind was still buzzing with thoughts of work.

“How was your day, dear?” your mother asked, her tone warm while she watched you fill up your plate.

“It went really well,” you replied, a sense of pride creeping into your voice. “We had our investor meeting today for the new line of medical imaging devices, and they were impressed. They’ve agreed to back us for the next phase of development.”

“That’s wonderful news,” your father said, setting down his fork to look at you. “This could be a game-changer for your company.”

“It will be,” you said confidently, picking up your glass of water. “The potential applications are huge, and with their support, we’ll be able to expand production globally.”

Hongjoong raised an eyebrow. “And here I thought you’d be burnt out by now. You’ve been working on that pitch for weeks.”

You shrugged, taking a sip of water. “I won’t lie, it’s been exhausting. But seeing the results today made it worth it.”

“Hard work always pays off,” your father said approvingly. “You’ve done an excellent job, Y/N.”

Your mother beamed with pride. “I knew you’d pull it off. You’ve always had a knack for making things happen.”

“Well, let’s just hope the development phase goes as smoothly,” you said, though the smile on your face didn’t waver.

Dinner buzzed with lively conversation as the dishes were passed around. Stories from work, jokes, and plans for the weekend filled the air. You felt the week’s exhaustion slowly ebb away as the comfortable rhythm of family time took over.

“So, Joong,” your father said casually, turning to your brother. “Are you heading to Mingi’s bar later tonight? Seonghwa mentioned the two of you were planning to catch up over drinks.”

Hongjoong shrugged, chewing on a bite of salmon. “He brought it up earlier, but I haven’t decided yet. Why?”

Your father leaned back in his chair, his expression growing more serious. “I spoke with Seonghwa’s parents today.”

The mood at the table shifted subtly, your mother straightening her posture and Hongjoong setting down his fork.

“Oh?” your brother said cautiously. “What about?”

Your father hesitated for a moment, as though choosing his words carefully. Then, he said, “Their company has been struggling for a while now. They came to us with a… suggestion.”

“What kind of suggestion?” you asked, sensing where this might be headed but hoping you were wrong.

Your father looked directly at you. “They’ve asked for your hand in marriage, Y/N.”

The words hung in the air like a thunderclap.

“What?” you said, your voice sharper than you intended.

Hongjoong gaped, clearly just as blindsided at hearing that his bestfriend would possibly marry his twin sister. “Wait, hold on. You’re joking, right?”

Your father shook his head. “They believe a marriage between you and Seonghwa would secure both families’ futures. It would strengthen the partnership and stabilize their company.”

“This is ridiculous,” you snapped, your appetite vanishing. “You can’t be serious.”

“It’s not as bad as you think,” your mother interjected softly. “You and Seonghwa already know each other since high school. It wouldn’t be like starting from scratch.”

“That’s exactly the problem!” you exclaimed. “We know each other too well, and it’s not good!”

Well, your relationship with Seonghwa was complicated. In simpler words, you hated each other.

Okay, maybe hate is a strong word. Strongly dislike?

You and Seonghwa have history, though.

And it hurts every time you see him.

“Y/N,” your father said firmly, “this is bigger than personal feelings. Sometimes, sacrifices need to be made for the greater good.”

Hongjoong was not amused, his voice rising. “You’re really going to force her into this? Without even discussing it with her first?”

“We’re discussing it now,” your father replied, his tone calm but unyielding.

You felt a wave of anger and disbelief crash over you. “Discussing? You’ve already decided, haven’t you?”

Your mother avoided your gaze, and your father’s silence was confirmation enough.

Hongjoong’s jaw clenched. “This is insane.”

“You’re being dramatic,” your father said. “This arrangement will benefit everyone.”

“I’m not doing it,” you said through gritted teeth, pushing your chair back. “You can’t make me.”

“Y/N—” your mother started, but you were already on your feet, your heart pounding with fury.

“I need some air,” you muttered before storming out of the dining room, leaving your stunned family behind.

The cool night air brushed against your skin as you stepped into the garden, the faint glow of lanterns lighting the cobblestone path. The neatly trimmed hedges and rows of blooming flowers framed the vast space, but your focus was on the gazebo ahead—a sanctuary of peace amid the chaos of the evening.

You made your way to it and sat down on the wooden bench inside. The gazebo overlooked the koi pond, its surface rippling gently under the moonlight. You closed your eyes, inhaling deeply, trying to calm the storm of emotions raging within you.

Marriage. To him.

The thought alone made your chest tighten. You pressed your hands against your lap, fingers gripping the fabric of your dress. Your mind, against your will, drifted to the past.

It was senior year of college, a warm night like this one, and a party full of red cups, blaring music, and friends urging you to drink. You and Seonghwa had both been there, circling each other with that same mix of irritation and curiosity that had always defined your relationship.

You remembered the alcohol-fueled courage that led to a heated argument in the kitchen, which somehow turned into shared laughter and then lips moving against each other, and then…

You shook your head, willing the memory to stop, but it continued. The two of you in his dimly lit bedroom, a tangle of limbs and whispers, hands all over each other, bare skin to bare skin, the lines of hatred blurring for a brief moment. And then, the next morning.

The hurt welled up as you recalled how he had acted like nothing had happened, brushing it off as though it had been meaningless. No acknowledgment, no apology—just an unspoken agreement to pretend it never occurred.

Your nails dug into your palms as the emotions swirled. Hurt. Anger. Resentment.

Because that wasn’t the first time you spent the night in Seonghwa’s bed. It happened one more time the same year.

And again three years later when you both started a masters degree in the same university.

He reacted the exact same way, acting like this was all a mistake.

A soft knock on the wooden pillar of the gazebo startled you, pulling you back to the present.

You turned, and there he was—Park Seonghwa.

His tall figure was illuminated by the soft garden lights, and his dark suit clung to him perfectly, as always. His expression was unreadable, his eyes steady as they met yours.

“Mind if I join you?” he asked, his voice calm, though you could sense the tension beneath it.

Your heart skipped a beat, but you masked it with a glare. “Do I have a choice?”

Seonghwa’s lips curved into the faintest smirk as he stepped into the gazebo, his presence filling the small space. “Not really.”

You scoffed, crossing your arms. “Why are you here?”

“I came to pick up your brother,” he said, leaning against one of the pillars. “But it seems like I stumbled into a family meeting instead.”

“You knew,” you accused, your voice sharp.

His brows furrowed. “Knew what?”

“About this ridiculous arrangement,” you snapped, standing abruptly. “About our parents trying to marry us off like some business merger.”

Seonghwa’s expression hardened. “You think I had a say in this?”

“You always seem to have a say in everything,” you shot back, the years of resentment bubbling to the surface.

He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “I found out this afternoon, Y/N. I’m just as blindsided as you are.”

You searched his face for any sign of deception, but all you saw was the same frustration you felt. It caught you off guard, and you lowered your gaze, the fight draining out of you.

“I’m not doing it,” you muttered, more to yourself than to him.

Seonghwa’s voice softened slightly. “Neither am I. But you know how our families are. They won’t make this easy for us.”

You clenched your jaw, looking away. The weight of the situation pressed down on you, and for a moment, the two of you stood in silence, the garden’s serenity at odds with the turmoil in your hearts.

“I don’t want to marry you, Seonghwa,” you said finally, your voice trembling with honesty.

He hesitated, and when he spoke, his tone was quieter, almost resigned. “I know,” he murmured, loud enough for you to hear before he left you alone.

But for some reason, the way he said it didn’t bring you the relief you thought it would.

-x-x-x-

The soft clinking of cutlery and the murmur of polite conversation filled the sunlit dining room. The brunch spread before you was nothing short of extravagant, as was typical of any gathering hosted by your family. Freshly baked croissants, platters of fruit, and a variety of cheeses adorned the table, along with a selection of teas and juices.

Across from you sat Mr. and Mrs. Park, Seonghwa’s parents, their expressions warm despite the tension that lingered beneath the surface. Mrs. Park, ever elegant, wore a tailored pastel suit, her smile gentle as she sipped her tea. Mr. Park, though visibly tired, maintained his usual composed demeanor.

“Thank you for having us,” Mrs. Park said, glancing at you. “It’s always a pleasure to visit.”

“It’s always nice to see you, Mrs. Park,” you replied with a small smile, setting your cup down.

Your parents sat at the head of the table, exchanging pleasantries with the Parks, but the unspoken purpose of the brunch hung heavy in the air.

“How’s Seonghwa?” your mother asked casually, though there was a slight edge to her tone.

Mrs. Park hesitated, her smile faltering for a moment. “He… had a late night with Hongjoong and Mingi,” she said delicately. “He’s resting.”

You barely suppressed a scoff. Of course, he was. It wasn’t hard to imagine him nursing a hangover while his parents tried to salvage their family’s business.

“Oh yes,” your mother said, her expression neutral as she took a sip of her tea.

Mrs. Park quickly redirected the conversation. “Y/N, how is your work going? I heard about your recent success with the investors. That’s truly impressive.”

“Thank you,” you said, offering a polite smile. “It’s been a busy few weeks, but the results were worth it.”

“You’ve always been so driven,” Mrs. Park said fondly. “It’s one of the things I’ve always admired about you.”

You blinked, caught off guard by the sincerity in her voice. Mrs. Park had always been kind to you, treating you almost like a second daughter. The thought of her struggling because of their company’s financial issues tugged at something in your chest.

As the conversation continued, Mr. Park cleared his throat, drawing everyone’s attention. “We won’t pretend this isn’t a difficult situation,” he said, his tone steady but tinged with exhaustion. “Our company… it’s been challenging, to say the least. We’ve explored every option we can think of this past two years, but this marriage proposal seemed like the best path forward—for both our families.”

Your father nodded, his expression serious. “It’s not ideal, but it’s a way to ensure stability.”

Mrs. Park turned to you, her gaze soft. “Y/N, I know this isn’t fair to you. If there were another way, we wouldn’t even consider asking this of you. But… we’re out of options.”

The vulnerability in her voice made your heart ache. You had known the Parks for years, and they had always treated you with warmth and respect. The thought of them losing everything felt deeply unfair.

“I understand,” you said quietly, your hands resting on your lap. “You and Mr. Park have always been kind to me, and I appreciate that more than I can say. If marrying Seonghwa is what it takes to help your family, then… I’ll consider it.” A silence fell over the table, broken only by the soft chirping of birds outside. “But…” you continued, “I would like to get to know Seonghwa a bit more first.”

Mrs. Park’s eyes filled with gratitude, and she reached out to place a hand over yours. “Thank you, Y/N. You have no idea what this means to us.”

Your father looked at you with a mix of surprise and approval, while your mother’s expression remained unreadable.

But as you sat there, a quiet determination settling over you, you couldn’t help but wonder how you would face Seonghwa after this—and whether he would ever understand why you made this choice.

You had a soft spot when it came to him. Perhaps that’s why it was so easy for you to at least agree to try?

Later in the day, you were sat on the plush couch in your room, a glass of wine in your hand as you recounted the whirlwind of the past 24 hours to your best friend. Across from you, Yeri was curled up in an armchair, her eyes wide with interest as you spoke.

When you finished, she let out a low whistle, her jaw dropping slightly. “So, let me get this straight,” she said, leaning forward. “You’re basically engaged to CEO Park Seonghwa?”

“Uh, no,” you replied with a sigh, twirling the stem of your wine glass between your fingers. “I asked to get to know him, Yeri. It’s… complicated.”

Yeri tilted her head thoughtfully, her expression surprisingly calm. “It doesn’t sound like you’re entirely against it, though. The idea of marrying him, I mean.”

You blinked at her, caught off guard. “You’re not going to yell at me about how unfair this is?”

She shrugged, offering you a small smile. “Don’t get me wrong, I think the whole ‘arranged marriage for the sake of business’ thing is ridiculous. But honestly, Y/N, it might not be the worst thing in the world.”

Your brows furrowed. “How can you say that? You know how I feel about him.”

Yeri sighed, setting her glass down on the coffee table. “I know Seonghwa’s a sore spot for you, and I know your history with him isn’t exactly… ideal. But it’s been nearly four years since the last time you were with him, you both are thirty years old, and his parents are struggling and this can help them. If your families think this is the best way to secure the future, it might be worth considering.”

You stared at her, unsure whether to feel betrayed or grateful. “You’re awfully calm about all this.”

“Because I know you,” she said, leaning back in her chair. “You wouldn’t even be entertaining this idea if you didn’t care. You’ve always had a soft spot for people in need, poor or rich, and as much as you hate to admit it, you care about his family. Plus…” She paused, a teasing smile creeping onto her lips. “It’s not like Seonghwa’s hard to look at.”

“Yeri!” you exclaimed, throwing a pillow at her.

She laughed, dodging the pillow easily. “I’m just saying! If you have to be stuck in a marriage of convenience, at least it’s with someone who looks like him. You must admit, he speaks so eloquently too.”

You rolled your eyes, but a small smile tugged at your lips despite yourself. “You’re unbelievable.”

“And you’re too stubborn for your own good,” she shot back. “Look, I’m not saying this is going to be easy. But maybe it’s an opportunity to start fresh. You’ve spent so much energy hating him—maybe it’s time to let some of that go?”

You bit your lip, her words hitting closer to home than you wanted to admit. “It’s not that simple, Yeri.”

“I know it’s not,” she said gently. “But you’re one of the strongest people I know, and if anyone can make this work, it’s you.”

You let out a long sigh, setting your glass down. “I don’t even know where to start.”

Yeri leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with determination. “You start by surviving this engagement thing or getting to know him whatever-thing. And when the time comes, I’ll be there to make sure your wedding is the event of the century. Deal?”

A small laugh escaped you as you reached for your wine glass again. “Deal.”

“To new beginnings,” Yeri said, raising her glass in a toast.

“To surviving this mess,” you replied, clinking your glass against hers.

-x-x-x-

The hum of activity filled your office as you reviewed the latest reports from your team. The success of the investor meeting last week had set a positive tone, and you were determined to keep the momentum going.

Your phone buzzed against your desk, drawing your attention away from the document in front of you. Frowning slightly, you reached for it and saw a message from Seonghwa.

Seonghwa: Dinner tonight? Let’s talk.

Your breath hitched, your heart racing despite yourself. You hesitated, staring at the screen for a moment before typing a reply.

You: What time?

The response came almost immediately.

Seonghwa: 7 PM? I’ll pick you up.

You: Sounds good

You set your phone down, trying to focus on your work, but your thoughts were already elsewhere. The idea of sitting across from him at a dinner table was… unsettling. After years of tension, could the two of you even hold a decent conversation?

A knock on your office door pulled you from your thoughts. “Come in,” you called, smoothing your expression.

Nari walked in, holding a folder. “Here are the updated projections you asked for.”

“Thank you,” you said, taking the folder and setting it on your desk.

Nari hesitated for a moment, glancing at your phone. “Are you okay, Ms. Y/N? You seem… distracted.”

You managed a smile. “I’m fine, just a lot on my mind.”

She nodded, not pressing further. “If you need anything, let me know.”

As she left, you leaned back in your chair, letting out a long sigh. You knew why Seonghwa had reached out. You were both navigating uncharted territory, and like it or not, you needed to give this a chance—for your families, if nothing else.

When the clock struck five, you grabbed your coat and bag, leaving the office with a sense of apprehension. As you headed to your car, you checked your phone again, confirming the time.

7 PM. Dinner with CEO Park Seonghwa.

Your grip on the steering wheel tightened as you drove home to get ready. You weren’t sure if this dinner would bring any clarity, but one thing was certain: it was the start of a new chapter, whether you liked it or not.

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You stood in front of your floor-length mirror, smoothing the fabric of your black silk dress. It clung to your figure perfectly, the sleek design exuding elegance while still being understated enough for a dinner meeting. Your matching pumps completed the look, and you reached for your favorite necklace—a delicate silver chain with a tiny diamond pendant—fastening it around your neck.

As you finished applying a touch of lipstick, there was a knock at your bedroom door.

“Come in,” you called, setting the tube down on your vanity.

The door creaked open, and Hongjoong’s familiar face appeared. He leaned casually against the doorframe, his sharp suit slightly wrinkled, likely from a long day at work.

“You look nice,” he said, his tone light but his eyes watchful.

“Thanks,” you replied, turning back to the mirror to check your hair one last time.

“So…” he began, stepping further into the room. “Dinner with Seonghwa, huh? He’s waiting downstairs.”

You let out a soft sigh, turning to face him. “Don’t start.”

“I’m not starting,” he said, raising his hands in mock surrender. “I just… wanted to check in.”

You arched a brow. “Check in? Since when do you ‘check in’?”

He smiled faintly, but there was a seriousness in his eyes that made your chest tighten. “Since my twin sister got roped into an engagement with my best friend, whom she’s barely been able to tolerate for the past decade.”

You crossed your arms, leaning against the edge of your vanity. “I’ll survive, Joong. It’s just dinner.”

“I know,” he said, sitting on the edge of your bed. “But you’ve never told me why you and Seonghwa don’t get along. And now you’re supposed to marry him. I can’t help but worry about how this is going to work.”

You averted your gaze, focusing on the soft shimmer of your dress under the light. “It’s… complicated.” You couldn’t tell Hongjoong about the couple of times you slept with Seonghwa; he would be furious and you didn’t want any drama.

“It always is with you two,” he said, exhaling a laugh. “But you know you can talk to me, right? If there’s something I should know, I’m here.”

The sincerity in his voice made your throat tighten, but you forced a small smile. “I know. Thanks, Joong.”

He studied you for a moment, his brows furrowing slightly. “You don’t have to do this, you know. If it’s too much—if it’s not what you want—mom and dad will understand.”

You shook your head, standing straighter. “It’s not about what I want. This is bigger than me, and you know it.”

Hongjoong sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I hate that you’re in this position. But if anyone can handle it, it’s you.”

You smiled faintly. “Thanks for the pep talk, coach.”

He grinned, standing and brushing invisible lint from his suit. “What are brothers for?”

As he reached the door, he paused, glancing back at you. “Be careful tonight, okay?”

“I will,” you promised, and with that, he left, leaving you alone with your thoughts once again.

You turned back to the mirror, taking a deep breath. Your reflection stared back at you, poised but uncertain. This dinner wasn’t just a meal—it was the first step in navigating a path you never thought you’d take.

You descended the grand staircase of your family’s mansion, the soft clicking of your heels echoing against the marble floor. Your fingers brushed lightly against the ornate railing, and you forced yourself to remain calm, despite the flutter of nerves in your chest.

At the base of the stairs, Seonghwa stood with your mother, engaged in polite conversation. His smooth voice carried up to you, though you couldn’t make out his words.

It wasn’t until you were halfway down that his gaze shifted, locking onto you. His conversation with your mother faltered for a brief second, his eyes trailing up your figure with a flicker of something you couldn’t quite place.

You tried not to let his attention rattle you, but you couldn’t help noticing how sharp he looked tonight. He wore a silk white button-up shirt tucked neatly into tailored black slacks. The top button of his shirt was undone, revealing just enough of his collarbone to add an air of casual charm.

There was a reason why Park Seonghwa was frequently labeled the most handsome and eligible bachelor CEO in the country. And tonight, it was painfully obvious why.

As you reached the last step, your mother turned to you with a warm smile. “Ah, there you are, darling. You look stunning.”

“Thank you, Mom,” you said, offering her a small smile. Your gaze flicked briefly to Seonghwa, who was still watching you. His expression was unreadable, but the intensity of his stare made your skin heat.

“Seonghwa’s been keeping me company while you were getting ready,” your mother said, her tone light and conversational.

“Good to know he’s capable of that,” you replied, unable to resist a teasing jab.

Seonghwa’s lips quirked upward in a small smirk. “I aim to impress.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress the faint twitch of amusement at the corners of your mouth.

“Well,” your mother said, clasping her hands together, “you two should get going. Don’t keep your reservation waiting. Drive safe, Seonghwa.”

“Of course,” Seonghwa said smoothly, nodding toward the front door.

You paused mid-step, turning to him with a raised brow. “You’re driving?”

“I always do,” he replied, already pulling the keys from his pocket. “Why? Unless you’d rather drive yourself?”

You huffed softly, walking past him toward the front door. “Just try not to kill us.”

“I’ll do my best,” he quipped, following you outside.

The chrome silver sports car parked in the driveway was unmistakably his—sleek, polished, and oozing with understated wealth, much like its owner.

Seonghwa stepped ahead to open the passenger door for you, a gentlemanly gesture that caught you off guard. You slid into the seat without comment, the faint scent of leather and his cologne enveloping you.

Moments later, he was in the driver’s seat, starting the car with a low purr of the engine.

“This should be interesting,” he murmured, glancing at you with a playful glint in his eyes before shifting the car into gear and pulling out of the driveway. The soft hum of the engine filled the car as Seonghwa drove, his hands relaxed on the steering wheel. You leaned against the window, watching as the glittering skyline of Seoul gradually faded into quieter roads and open spaces.

You frowned, glancing at him. “This doesn’t look like Gangnam or any of the other districts people like you usually frequent. Where are we going?”

He smirked, the faint glow of the dashboard highlighting his sharp profile. “Relax. You’ll like it.”

“Will I?” you shot back, your voice tinged with doubt. “CEOs like you go beyond Seoul?”

“You’re a CEO too,” Seonghwa chuckled, a low, amused sound that made you glance at him again. “Expensive doesn’t always mean good,” he said, his tone teasing. “Seems like the guys you’ve been with before just took you to the basics.”

You blinked, taken aback by his comment. “Excuse me?”

He shrugged, a playful grin tugging at his lips. “What? It’s not my fault if your standards have been... uninspired.”

“Uninspired?” you repeated, your voice incredulous.

“You’ll see what I mean,” he replied smoothly, clearly enjoying your reaction.

You huffed, crossing your arms. “I’ll have you know, I’ve been to some of the best places in Seoul.”

“Good for you,” he said, his grin widening. “But tonight, I’m showing you something better.”

You bit back a retort, deciding it wasn’t worth the argument. Instead, you turned your attention back to the window as the car began winding up a steep hill.

Moments later, Seonghwa pulled into a small parking lot at the top. The restaurant in front of you was nothing like what you’d expected. It was simple yet elegant, with warm lanterns casting a golden glow on its wooden façade.

“This is where we’re eating?” you asked, unable to hide your surprise.

“One of my favorites,” he said, stepping out of the car. “Come on.”

You followed him inside, where the soft murmur of conversation and the faint aroma of freshly prepared dishes greeted you. The hostess bowed and led you down a quiet hallway to a private room at the end.

The room was intimate and tastefully decorated, with a low table surrounded by plush cushions. A large window stretched along one wall, offering a breathtaking view of Seoul’s twinkling lights below.

“Not bad, right?” Seonghwa said as he gestured for you to sit.

You hesitated for a moment before settling onto one of the cushions. “The view is… nice,” you admitted grudgingly.

He smirked, taking the seat opposite you. “I told you I know good places. You just had to trust me.”

A server arrived to pour tea and hand you both menus. As you glanced over the options, you couldn’t help stealing a glance at Seonghwa. He looked completely at ease, his sharp features softened by the warm glow of the room. For a brief moment, you wondered if there was more to him than the infuriating person you’d known for years.

As the server returned with the first round of dishes, you took a moment to admire the spread. The plates were elegantly arranged, and the aroma of fresh ingredients filled the room.

“This looks amazing,” you admitted, glancing at Seonghwa.

He smirked, leaning back against the cushion. “Told you I know good spots.”

You picked up your chopsticks and sampled one of the dishes, your eyes widening slightly at the burst of flavor. “Okay, I’ll give you this. The food is actually good.”

He chuckled, watching you with a satisfied expression. “You sound surprised.”

“Well, forgive me for underestimating someone who usually dines at places where the plates are more decorative than functional,” you quipped, a playful edge to your tone.

“Touché,” he replied, reaching for his glass of tea. “But I’ll have you know, I’ve always preferred places like this. The hype about fine dining is overrated.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Really? You’re saying that after all the times you’ve been photographed at Michelin-starred restaurants?”

He smirked. “Appearances. You know how it is.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t argue. After all, you’d played the same game for the sake of business and image.

As the meal progressed, the conversation turned unexpectedly candid.

“So,” you said, setting your chopsticks down for a moment, “why did you agree to this? The engagement, I mean.”

He met your gaze, his expression calm but serious. “Do I really have a choice? My company’s struggling, and our families are… insistent.”

“You could’ve said no,” you countered, tilting your head slightly.

“And let my parents deal with the fallout?” he said with a dry chuckle. “You know how they are. Saying no wasn’t really an option.”

You sighed, swirling the tea in your cup. “Yeah, I get that. My parents were just as persistent.”

There was a moment of silence before he spoke again, his tone quieter. “What about you? Why didn’t you refuse?”

You hesitated, the memory of his parents’ heartfelt words at brunch flashing through your mind. “They’ve always been kind to me,” you admitted. “I couldn’t stand the thought of letting them down when they’re already dealing with so much.”

He studied you for a moment, his expression unreadable. “You really care about them, huh?”

You shrugged, uncomfortable with the shift in the conversation. “They were always good to me. That’s all.”

The server returned with dessert, a delicate plate of mochi and a pot of freshly brewed tea. Seonghwa gestured toward the dish. “Try the matcha one. It’s their specialty.”

You picked one up and took a small bite, nodding in approval. “Not bad.”

He laughed softly. “Not bad is high praise coming from you.”

You shot him a look but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips.

As the meal wrapped up, Seonghwa glanced at the time and stood. “Ready to head back?”

You nodded, following him out to the car. The night air was crisp, and the stars were faintly visible against the dark sky.

Sliding into the passenger seat, you glanced at him as he adjusted the rearview mirror. “You didn’t drink tonight,” you noted.

He flashed a quick grin. “Someone had to drive.”

You smirked. “Responsible and considerate. Who knew?”

He chuckled as he pulled out of the parking lot, the car humming softly as it began the descent back down the hill. “Don’t get used to it.”

The drive was quiet but not unpleasant. You found yourself stealing glances at him, surprised by the unexpected side of Seonghwa you’d seen tonight. He seemed focused on the road, his hands steady on the wheel, but his presence filled the quiet space between you.

“You’re awfully quiet,” he remarked after a while, glancing at you briefly before returning his attention to the road.

“Just… thinking,” you replied, shifting slightly in your seat.

He arched an eyebrow. “About what?”

You hesitated, unsure if you wanted to share your thoughts. “About tonight,” you said vaguely.

He chuckled softly, his lips curling into a small smile. “What about tonight? The food? The view? Or… me?”

You shot him a look, your cheeks warming slightly. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Too late,” he teased, the smirk not leaving his face.

Rolling your eyes, you turned your attention to the window, watching the city lights grow brighter as you neared Seoul. “I was just surprised, that’s all. Tonight wasn’t what I expected.”

“In a good way, I hope?” he asked, his tone suddenly less teasing and more curious.

You didn’t answer immediately, considering your words carefully. “It was… different. I’ll leave it at that.”

He let out a low laugh, shaking his head. “Always so guarded. You haven’t changed much.”

The comment made you stiffen slightly, your gaze snapping back to him. “And you think you know me so well?”

“I’ve known you for years, Y/N,” he replied, his voice calm but firm. “Maybe not everything about you, but enough to know how you are.”

The weight of his words hung in the air, stirring memories you’d long tried to bury. Memories of the nights you’d spent together in college, and the way he’d brushed it off as though it meant nothing.

You looked away, your voice quiet. “Maybe you don’t know me as well as you think.”

The silence that followed was thick with unspoken tension, but Seonghwa didn’t push further.

As the car turned onto your family’s driveway, the mansion loomed ahead, its windows glowing warmly against the night. He pulled to a smooth stop near the front entrance, cutting the engine.

“Thanks for tonight,” you said, your voice a little more composed as you unbuckled your seatbelt.

He nodded, leaning back in his seat. “Anytime.”

You reached for the door handle but paused, glancing back at him. “Why did you take me there?”

He looked at you, his gaze steady. “Because I thought you deserved a real dinner, not something staged for appearances.”

The sincerity in his tone caught you off guard, and for a moment, you weren’t sure how to respond.

“Goodnight, Seonghwa,” you said finally, stepping out of the car before he could say anything else.

As you walked toward the door, you could feel his gaze on you, lingering like a question you weren’t ready to answer.

-x-x-x-

The week flew by in a whirlwind of meetings and deadlines, and before you knew it, Friday evening had arrived. You found yourself standing in front of your closet, deliberating on what to wear to Yeosang’s 30th birthday party.

The party was being held at Mingi’s bar, a sleek and exclusive venue that was a favorite among your social circle. Yeosang, who you had known since he was still crawling around in diapers, had insisted on a lively celebration, and you weren’t about to miss it.

You finally settled on a fitted, navy cocktail dress with subtle sequins that shimmered under the light, pairing it with silver heels. After one final glance in the mirror, you grabbed your clutch and headed out.

When you arrived, the bar was already buzzing with energy. A live DJ played upbeat music, and laughter and chatter filled the air. The space had been reserved entirely for the party, with a section of tables arranged for gifts and a custom cake shaped like a stethoscope and a scalpel—a nod to Yeosang’s career. His family owned a chain of hospitals and he was a fourth year resident in neurosurgery. His mother was the doctor that took care of your mom’s pregnancy with you and your twin.

“Y/N!”

You turned to see Yeosang himself, looking dashing in a tailored suit. He greeted you with a wide smile, pulling you into a warm hug.

“Happy birthday, Yeosang,” you said, handing him a small, elegantly wrapped gift.

“You didn’t have to, but thank you!” He beamed, placing the gift on the table before turning back to you. “You look amazing, by the way. Are you planning to steal the spotlight from me tonight?”

You laughed. “Hardly. This is your night, doctor.”

As you exchanged a few more pleasantries, Hongjoong appeared beside you, his arm draped casually over your shoulder. “There you are,” he said. “I thought you’d back out last minute.”

“Not this time,” you replied, rolling your eyes. “It’s Yeosang’s 30th. How could I miss it?”

“Good,” Yeosang said, grinning. “Now, go grab a drink and have fun. You work too much, Y/N.”

You chuckled, nodding as you made your way to the bar.

At the counter, you spotted Nari sitting beside Yunho, her cheeks flushed as she laughed at something he had said. Yunho caught sight of you and waved.

“Y/N!” he called out. “Join us!”

You smiled and approached, Nari immediately scooting over to make room.

“Hi, Ms. Y/N,” Nari said cheerfully, her tone more relaxed than usual. “Isn’t this place amazing?”

“It is,” you replied, ordering a drink. “Mingi always outdoes himself. You don’t need to use honorifics with me, Nari, we’re not at work.”

Nari nodded with a smile. “I’ll try.”

As you sipped your cocktail, a familiar voice behind you made you turn.

“Fancy seeing you here,” Seonghwa said, his tone teasing.

He was dressed sharply, as always, in a dark blazer and slacks that complemented his broad shoulders. His hair was slightly tousled, giving him a more casual yet polished look.

“Seonghwa,” you acknowledged coolly, raising your glass slightly. “Surprised you made it.”

“Why? Because I’m such a workaholic?” he replied, smirking. “Even I take breaks occasionally, Ms. CEO.”

“Rare, but good to know,” you said, turning your attention back to your drink.

Hongjoong appeared moments later, clapping Seonghwa on the back. “Come on, man. Let’s go grab a drink and join the others.”

Seonghwa gave you a lingering glance before following Hongjoong into the crowd.

As the night went on, the music grew louder, and the atmosphere became more spirited. You found yourself chatting with old friends and acquaintances, laughing and catching up. But every now and then, you felt Seonghwa’s gaze on you from across the room, a quiet intensity that was impossible to ignore.

The music pulsed through the bar, the crowd thickening as more guests arrived. You were just about to grab another drink when you noticed a familiar face making his way toward you. Jaehwan.

“Y/N,” he greeted you with a bright smile, his presence as confident as ever. “Long time no see.”

You tensed slightly but masked it with a smile, trying to keep things cordial. “Jaehwan. Didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Yeosang and I go way back, you know? We work together now,” he said with a casual shrug, his dark eyes glimmering with a hint of amusement. “And with you being here, it’s the perfect chance to catch up. Can I get you a drink?”

You didn’t particularly want to spend more time with him, but you couldn’t exactly brush him off. “I’m good, thanks.”

He raised an eyebrow at your response, clearly not used to being turned down. “Oh, come on. Just one drink. For old times’ sake?”

You hesitated. The history you shared with Jaehwan was complicated. You had been together for years, but it was always an exhausting cycle of breaking up and making up, seeing other people in the middle, until one day, you simply couldn’t do it anymore.

“Honestly, Jaehwan, I’m not interested in reminiscing right now,” you replied, trying to keep your tone light but firm. “I’m just here to enjoy the party.”

Jaehwan didn’t seem put off by your words. Instead, his grin only grew. “You’re still as beautiful as ever, you know?” He leaned in just a little closer, his voice dropping to a more intimate tone. “I’ve seen you in the news and in interviews, but you’re even more stunning in person.”

Your eyes flicked away, trying to avoid the lingering gaze that made you uncomfortable. “Thanks,” you said, though you didn’t quite mean it. “I should get back to Yeosang.”

Before you could step away, Jaehwan reached out, gently placing a hand on your arm. “You know, I never understood why we ended things. We were so good together, Y/N.” His voice was soft, almost coaxing, as though trying to reopen a door you had carefully shut.

You stiffened, feeling your chest tighten. “We weren’t good together. Not in the long run.”

Jaehwan’s expression faltered slightly, but only for a second. “You’re still holding onto that, huh?” he asked, his voice tinged with a mix of disbelief and frustration. “I thought we were past it. You never gave me a real chance to explain.”

You looked him square in the eyes, your heart racing. “There’s nothing to explain, Jaehwan. We both know how it ended. And why.”

His face softened for a moment, the charm slipping, replaced by something more genuine. “I was an idiot, Y/N. I know that now. I shouldn’t have played with your feelings like I did.” He paused, searching your face as if trying to read you. “But I’m here now. If you want to talk, start fresh... I’m open to it.”

You exhaled slowly, feeling your frustration rise again. You’d put so much energy into moving on from him, and here he was, trying to pull you back into his orbit. “I don’t want to start fresh, Jaehwan. I’ve moved on. I’m not interested in going backwards.”

His face tightened, though his smile never completely disappeared. “That’s a shame. I always thought we had something special.”

You shook your head, stepping back slightly, creating some distance. “We did. But that was a long time ago.”

As you took a step back to leave the conversation behind, Jaehwan called out, his voice softer than before. “I’ll always be here if you change your mind, Y/N. Don’t forget that.”

You turned on your heel, walking toward the other side of the bar, not wanting to hear any more. It had been a long time since you’d seen him, but the feelings his presence stirred up were all too familiar—frustration, confusion, and that lingering sense of unresolved tension. But you reminded yourself that it was okay. It was okay to feel whatever you felt. Six years of being with someone is a long time.

Meanwhile, across the bar, Seonghwa had noticed the exchange from a distance. He stood talking to Mingi, San, and Jongho, but his eyes kept flicking over to where you were conversing with Jaehwan.

“Who was that guy with Y/N? Seems familiar.” Seonghwa asked casually, though there was a slight edge to his tone.

Mingi followed his gaze. “Oh, that’s Jaehwan. He’s a doctor, works with Yeosang. He and Y/N used to date... for a long time, actually.”

Seonghwa’s lips tightened. “Oh. That was the guy?” He knew you were dating someone previously, but he didn’t really ask Hongjoong for any details before, and Hongjoong never told him anything about it. You kept your relationship strictly private, so there were no articles about this either,

San, ever the one to offer the juicy details, spoke up. “Yeah, they were on and off for years. Six years, I think. But they finally broke up for good. Y/N’s pretty done with him.”

Seonghwa’s gaze darkened as he watched Jaehwan take a step closer to you to talk to you again, leaning in just a bit too much for his liking. “I see. And he thinks he has a chance?”

Jongho raised an eyebrow, surprised by the fact that Seonghwa was concerned about you. “Sounds like it. But I wouldn’t worry too much, Seonghwa. Y/N doesn’t seem interested in going back down that road.”

Seonghwa didn’t respond immediately, his eyes still trained on you, the lines of his jaw tightening ever so slightly.

“I wouldn’t be so sure,” he muttered under his breath, his focus now entirely on the conversation unfolding between you and Jaehwan.

You were trying to shake off the lingering tension from your conversation with Jaehwan when you turned to the bartender and ordered a blowjob shot, hoping the sweet, creamy taste would ease your nerves.

Jaehwan, however, wasn’t finished. He leaned in again, the subtle scent of cologne still lingering around him. "I still don't understand, Y/N," he said with a low chuckle. "You and I could make it work again. I mean, we've always had chemistry, right?"

You gave him a tight smile, the first sip of the shot barely numbing the irritation bubbling in your chest. "Jaehwan, I told you already. I don’t think this is going to work out. Let’s just leave it at that."

But Jaehwan wasn't ready to let go. "Come on, you can’t just throw away everything we had. I know you still feel something, Y/N." His hand brushed your arm, a touch too familiar, and you fought the urge to pull away.

Seonghwa had enough, and he made his way through the crowd. He moved with purpose, his sharp gaze landing on you and Jaehwan, his posture stiff with a quiet authority that demanded attention.

Jaehwan, oblivious to Seonghwa's growing irritation, smiled as he leaned a little closer to you. "I know you and I had our issues, but—"

Seonghwa’s voice interrupted him, smooth yet firm. "I think you’ve had enough time with my fiancée."

You froze, Jaehwan blinking in surprise. “Fiancée?” He glanced from Seonghwa to you, confusion and curiosity in his eyes. “Wait, since when are you two—”

Without waiting for a response, Seonghwa took a step forward, his eyes never leaving Jaehwan. But it was his attention on you that made your heart skip a beat. As you took another sip of the shot, a small smear of whipped cream lingered on your bottom lip.

Seonghwa noticed, and before you could react, he reached forward, his thumb gently brushing against your lower lip to wipe away the cream. His touch was tender but purposeful, his gaze never leaving yours.

Jaehwan’s eyes widened in disbelief, clearly caught off guard by the intimate gesture. "What the hell?" he muttered under his breath, his posture stiffening as he tried to regain some control of the situation. “Who are you, again?”

Seonghwa’s voice was cool, yet there was a hint of something protective behind it. "I’m Park Seonghwa. Y/N’s fiancé." He didn’t give Jaehwan a chance to respond before adding, "We haven’t made our relationship public yet."

Jaehwan’s gaze flicked to your hand, taking note of the lack of a ring. "But… there’s no ring," he remarked, his voice edged with confusion. "Is this some kind of… business arrangement?"

Seonghwa’s lips curved into a slight smirk, the tension between them almost palpable. "Like I said, our relationship isn’t public yet," he said coolly, his eyes flicking to you for a moment before returning to Jaehwan. "We’re keeping things under wraps for now."

Jaehwan stood there, stunned and silent, his gaze shifting from Seonghwa back to you, as if trying to piece together the situation. He clearly hadn’t expected this turn of events, and his earlier confidence had evaporated, replaced by a mix of surprise and frustration.

You, on the other hand, found yourself caught in a strange moment of both relief and discomfort. Seonghwa’s intervention had put an end to Jaehwan’s persistence, but it also dragged you into a deeper web of lies you weren’t sure you were ready to untangle.

"Well," Jaehwan said after a long pause, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, "I’ll let you two be, then. Enjoy the party, Y/N." With that, he turned and walked off, leaving you and Seonghwa alone once again.

The atmosphere between you and Seonghwa felt heavy, and as much as you wanted to keep a cool, composed exterior, you couldn’t shake the tension in the air. Seonghwa had taken control of the situation, but now, it seemed like there were even more unspoken words hanging between you two.

Seonghwa didn’t immediately speak, but when he did, his voice was quieter, almost amused. "You’re welcome."

You shot him a look, not sure whether you should thank him or be frustrated. "What was that all about?"

Seonghwa shrugged, his expression unreadable. "He was getting too comfortable. You shouldn’t have to deal with that."

You couldn’t argue with that, though it still left a bad taste in your mouth. "You didn’t have to step in like that."

He tilted his head, his eyes softening for a brief moment. "I know, but I wanted to. And I’ll do it again if I have to."

You let out a small sigh, your heart fluttering in a way that confused you. The night wasn’t what you expected, but somehow, you weren’t sure you minded it as much as you thought you would.

Seonghwa turned toward the bar, signaling for another drink. "Come on, you need to enjoy the rest of the party. And besides, you can’t have your ex running around ruining your night."

Two shots later, followed by a series of light-hearted conversations with various people, and the buzz from the alcohol was finally starting to set in. The warmth spread through your body, making your head feel lighter, the edges of your thoughts blurring slightly. You leaned back in your seat, your laughter ringing a little louder than you intended, but for once, you didn’t mind. You could feel the weight of the night slowly drifting away, the constant tension easing off your shoulders.

Realizing you needed a break, you excused yourself from the crowd and made your way to the restroom. The cool air of the bar’s hallway seemed to clear your head for a moment, and when you returned, you didn’t feel quite as dizzy as before. You spotted the balcony just ahead, where a few people were gathered, some leaning over the railing, smoking and chatting. The fresh air felt good against your skin, and you welcomed the solitude, a brief reprieve from the noise inside.

You pulled out your phone, unlocking it and glancing at the screen. Yeri’s message was waiting for you.

Yeri: How’s everything going? Are you okay?

You couldn’t help but smile at her caring tone. You quickly typed your response:

You: I’m good. Just needed some air. It’s been a lot tonight, but I’m managing. I'll tell you everything later.

After sending the message, you leaned against the railing, letting the cool breeze calm your senses. The bustling sounds from the bar seemed far away, and you closed your eyes for a moment, letting the moment of peace sink in.

But of course, peace never lasted long.

You heard footsteps approaching, and before you could turn around, Seonghwa’s voice reached you, smooth and just a little concerned. "You okay out here?"

You opened your eyes and glanced at him. He stood just behind you, his posture relaxed but his eyes watching you closely, as though taking stock of your every movement. You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or just the sheer intensity of the situation, but you felt suddenly bold—bold in a way you hadn’t felt in a while.

"Yeah, just needed a break from all the...," you trailed off, glancing back towards the loud, crowded bar. "Everything." You laughed softly, then, almost to yourself. "It’s kind of overwhelming."

Seonghwa nodded, stepping closer, the space between you narrowing slightly. "I get it. But you should be careful. You’ve had a few drinks tonight." His voice was softer now, gentler, though there was a hint of concern in his eyes.

You tilted your head, meeting his gaze directly, a flicker of challenge lighting your chest. "What, you think I can’t handle a couple of drinks?" The words were a little sharper than you intended, but the alcohol had given you the courage to tease him in a way you wouldn't normally do.

He smirked, his lips curving upward in that way that made your heart skip. "I’m not worried about you handling them," he replied, voice low and laced with something unreadable. "I’m just worried you might get too comfortable."

Your breath caught for a moment. It wasn’t the first time you had noticed how close he was now, his presence almost tangible, like he was becoming a part of the space you occupied. The air between you seemed to thicken, and for a moment, it was just the two of you, the buzz of the party a distant hum.

"Too comfortable?" you repeated, feeling the boldness rise within you like a wave. You took a step closer to him, unconsciously closing the distance, your eyes scanning his face, trying to decipher the sudden shift in his expression. "And why would that be a problem?"

Seonghwa’s eyes flickered down to your lips before returning to meet your gaze. The tension between you two felt palpable, like an invisible thread pulling you closer despite the divide you tried to maintain. He didn’t answer immediately, his silence only making the moment more charged, more electric.

"You’re a lot different when you’re not all business," he said quietly, the playful edge of his voice barely masking the undercurrent of something else. "Maybe I’m starting to see the real you, Y/N."

Your heart raced at the comment, and you felt your breath hitch in your chest. The alcohol had loosened your inhibitions, but there was something about the way Seonghwa spoke, something about the way he was looking at you, that made you forget for a moment why you were supposed to stay guarded.

You leaned in slightly, your eyes locked with his, and a teasing smile spread across your face. "Maybe you like what you’re seeing."

The words came out almost too easily, the playful challenge in your tone not entirely fake. You could feel your pulse quickening, the thrill of the moment swirling around you.

Seonghwa's eyes darkened just a shade, his lips curling into a smile that was both amused and intrigued. "I think you're right," he said, his voice low, as though he was daring you to take the next step, to push the boundaries further.

For a heartbeat, you two stood there, neither of you moving, the tension thick and humming between you. You had no idea where this was going, no clue what would happen next, but you knew one thing for sure: you were no longer just playing along. Tonight felt different. And the way Seonghwa was looking at you—it seemed like he felt it too.

The moment hung in the air, electric and heady, as the rest of the world seemed to fade into the background. You were suddenly aware of how close Seonghwa was, how much you could feel the heat of his body, the rapid rise and fall of his chest as he inhaled deeply. Without thinking, you moved, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer until there was barely any space between the two of you. His breath hitched slightly at the closeness, and for a moment, neither of you spoke.

"Why are we always in this situation when we've had a couple of drinks?" you asked, your voice quieter now, a bit more vulnerable. You could feel the weight of your words, the tension that had been building between you and him finally reaching its peak.

Seonghwa took a deep breath, his hands resting gently on your waist, and you felt a surge of something stronger—something that made you tilt your head just slightly, brushing your lips against his. "You're not going to want me if I make a move," you said, your voice lower, almost a warning.

"I've always wanted you," he whispered against your mouth.

For a moment, everything seemed to stand still—the world, the music, the people inside the bar—all faded away, leaving only the two of you standing in the cool night air. But then, just as quickly, you pulled back, your breath unsteady, your heart pounding harder than it had a moment ago.

"I'm not falling for that," you said, your voice strained, almost harsh, as if you were trying to distance yourself from the vulnerability that had crept in.

Seonghwa’s expression faltered slightly, and he reached out to touch your arm, as if trying to stop you from pulling away further. But you were already taking a step back, and you could see the hurt flash in his eyes, the confusion.

"I don’t want to resent you more," you whispered, your voice small, almost fragile. The words were like a knife to your chest, and as soon as they left your lips, you regretted saying them. The hurt was suddenly evident in your eyes, and the alcohol that had fueled your boldness before was now making everything seem more raw, more real.

Seonghwa’s eyes widened, and his lips parted as if he wanted to say something. But no words came, just the heavy silence that fell between you two. For a moment, you thought he might try to reach for you again, but you turned away, already feeling the sting of regret that followed your confession.

You didn’t wait for him to speak. You just turned and left him standing there, the cool night air around you suddenly feeling colder than it had before. You didn’t know what you expected from him, but what you knew for sure was that you needed to get away from this—away from the tension, the confusion, and the feelings that had begun to resurface.

You quickly made your way back to the entrance of the bar, trying to keep your composure. As you stepped inside, you spotted Hongjoong in the crowd, chatting with a few people near the bar. The moment he saw you, his eyes softened with concern.

"Ready to go?" he asked, his voice gentle.

You nodded, trying to mask the storm of emotions swirling inside you. "Yeah. Let's go home," you said, your voice quieter than usual. You didn’t look back at Seonghwa, though you could feel his presence lingering in the back of your mind, heavy and unrelenting.

As you and Hongjoong made your way out of the bar after saying your goodbyes to your friends, you tried to shake off the weight of what had just happened. You didn’t know how to feel about Seonghwa anymore, nor about the admission that had slipped from your lips.

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End of Part One.

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W.C.P.P. 🎀 ⛓️‍💥- Episode 2

🐈‍⬛~🎀 SUMMARY: The atmosphere between you and Wooyoung changes your dynamic for the worse since that heated Friday night- until things gets exceptionally better.

🐈‍⬛~🎀 TAGS/WARNINGS: Cursing/Name-Calling, MAJOR Dom-Sub Play, Use of Alcohol, Role Play, Dirty Talk, Slapping, Handjob, Brutal Use of a Whip, Rope Bonadge, Office Intimacy, Oral Sex, Shower Intimacy.

🐈‍⬛~🎀 WORD COUNT: 10.9K

🐈‍⬛~🎀 A/N: Just...super duper freaky. Proceed at your own risk of becoming a hornball.

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A Mistress is a dominant woman who exercises authority and control over her submissive partner. She may engage in various activities such as bondage, discipline, dominance, submission, sadism, and masochism (BDSM) with her sub. The power exchange can be physical, mental, emotional, or a play in all.

Submission is not always about being doormats or losers. Instead, it's about empowerment. By ceding control to their Mistress, subs can let go of everyday stresses and worries, trusting her to guide them and make decisions for them. It's a deeply intimate and liberating experience.

Dominance is about taking charge, setting boundaries, and pushing submissives out of their comfort zones in safe, consensual ways to help them explore their deepest desires and fears. A good Mistress is caring and attentive and always puts her subs' well-being first, even as she challenges them.

Safe, Sane, and Consensual (SSC) is a key principle in the BDSM community. It means that all activities are agreed upon by all parties involved, with clear boundaries and safeguards to prevent harm.

Anything outside of these parameters is considered unsafe and unacceptable.

…

Ever since then, Wooyoung has been extra attentive, making sure your morning beverages are piping hot and steaming just the way you like them, your files are in order from A to Z without a paper sticking out in sight, and your schedule is always organized and precise in preparation for the weeks ahead.

In your world, you tackle most of the paperwork meant for the office workers in cubicles- and for your own for distraction.

There was too much on your mind this early morning, but you’ve set it aside for one of the greatest business endeavors that only comes every 10,000 lifetimes.

Your company, Better Business Company- hence the name- strives to make businesses better. The investments you distribute come from your own pockets and the companies you carry on your back. But today, you had a chance to strike it rich, because one of the most influential businessmen asked for your participation in the condition you formulated a plan.

Wooyoung, your supposed partner in this, knocks softly on your office door, carrying in a tray with your daily coffee and a Danish. ”I thought you might need an early pick-me-up,” he whispers bashfully, placing the tray carefully onto the edge of your desk.

He steps back and watches you from a safe distance. You immediately take your coffee in hand without acknowledging his presence, sipping heavily on your beverage as if it were a tall glass of cold water.

It was times like this where he just let things be as tried to gauge your mood. He walked like a deer in the wild these days, avoiding stepping on the smallest twig to prevent triggering the coyote's natural predatory instincts. “Thank you.” You smile toward him briefly, and then you presume to delve into your paperwork-as if last Friday night never happened. As if the new ‘partnership’ you’ve dwelled in, never happened.

Wooyoung notices the brief smile and the attempt to focus back on work, but he can see the fatigue and stress etched on your face. He decides to try a different approach and sits down in the chair across from your desk- leaning back with a deep sigh and folding his arms comfortably. “For our meeting today…I think we should revise before we present.”

You don’t bother to spare him a glance. Instead, you keep stamping, signing, and flipping off papers. “I believe we’ve made those proper revisions days ago. I recall you saying things were pristine.”

His expression hardens slightly to prevent you from seeing the effect you had on him from your stubbornness, but his voice remains calm. “Mrs.Hart. If you wouldn’t mind…I can talk to you easier when your eyes are on me.” He waits until you finally glance up, your eyes meeting his. In contentment, a small grin grows on his face with a minor head tilt of excitement. “If we're going to pull off this deal today, we need to be on the same page.”

You purse your lips as you drop the pen. Your tired eyes flick around the man you’ve been thinking about since he left your apartment. “I thought that’s what we do. We’re the whole book remember? Front cover, and back.”

He unfolds his arms and leans forward as if he were trying to use his cavernous eyes to read the inside of your head. “Well, it doesn’t feel right at the moment. We're also supposed to work as a team, in and out of the boardroom, remember?”

The Coyote was no longer to be frightened. It heard the snapping twigs a dozen times, and it was hoping that the deer would acknowledge them. It was the only creature other than it in the deep in the ghostly woods.

“Look, I’ll just say it. Last Friday night was..” Wooyoung pauses. “Hectic… But, it was good, wasn’t it? We were good?” He asks cautiously, unseemingly bothered by the hairs that fall above his doe eyes.

You shake your head yes and sigh. You reach over your desk and grab the remote to shut your blinds, giving your unlabeled pair a sense of privacy. He watches as they fall slowly past the wall's pink shelves, hanging in the air the white marble floor.

Meanwhile, you were halfway out of your seat, his vision was cleared as you pulled the hair from his face. He turns to you, his mouth begins to agape, a ‘thank you’, and an ‘I can’t believe you’ has his tongue-tied.

You tuck in behind his ear, your eyes can only focus solely on the motion. Soon after you sit back down in your chair, flipping mindlessly back through the finished papers. “We’re gonna be good Wooyoung”, you whisper. “This is good, the meeting will be great.” You breathe out heavily and close your eyes for a moment of peace. “I’m not there yet, but I will be.”

Wooyoung rises from his seat and walks behind the desk, onto your side. He gently twirls your chair around and crouches down in front of you. Your eyes squeeze close, he was so intimate, so caring, and too kind.

“You’re allowed to not be okay all the time, Mrs.Hart. You’re allowed to lean on me.” He looks up at you, his expression serious.

“I don’t want you to do that all the time Wooyoung. You’ll need me to pick up the slack one day.” You open your eyes to your revelation and the next words you are meant to say. “We’re a damn team, and we can’t play solo right now because we’re fearful of our emotions.”

Wooyoung’s expression softens, and he places a hand on your knee. “You’re right, we need to have a plan in place. But for now, let’s just focus on getting through this. You’re my priority right now, and then I’ll face the facts.”

Your eyes soften with trapped tears. You allow yourself to be vulnerable, and then you face the facts.

Your hand trembles in hesitance, caressing his face for a few moments. He raises his hand slowly, and it covers yours in the perfect amount. His eyes carry the sun within them from the window, and before a tear nearly slips you fully pull away, turning back into your chair.

“Okay”… you breathe, "Let's work on how we're gonna wow these motherfuckers."

Wooyoung giggles and nods, he stands up and gives your thigh a few taps, walking over back to his chair in victory. "Welcome back Madam CEO! Alright, we’ll go through the presentation one more time. And, I also have a few ideas that might give it that extra edge we need to impress them.”

His charisma makes you eagerly intrigued as you push in your chair. “I think I can help you with that.”

Wooyoung’s tongue says across his lower lip as he is tickled by your duality in attitude. “Sounds like a plan.” Some find it tiring, but it gives them the thrill to run miles. “And uh Mrs.Hart?”, he adds, his tone sincere.

"Yes, Wooyoung?"

"After this deal is done, we'll take some time off, okay? All of us." He gestures wildly between the two of you. "We'll set ground rules or whatever you need to feel comfortable. We're smart people, and we'll figure it out." …

During the business meeting, you two were more compatible than what occurred in the last week. Ironically, all you needed was each other. All the plans you came up with were fabricated, and so now you decided to go with the flow. A smile and a familiar face prompted your next sentences, all worries dissipated from existence.

As the meeting progresses, Wooyoung finds himself stealing glances at you, a subtle smile playing at the corners of his mouth. It was the ease of your collaboration, the way your minds work in sync, that fills him with a profound sense of rightness.

A round of applause followed after a concluding message. Then after a spring of hands follow with upraised ideas and positive impressions.

With the meeting adjourned, Wooyoung childishly gallops over to you, stopping himself when he was only a couple of inches apart. "We did it," he says softly, leaning in close so that only you can hear. "And we didn't even need all that extra preparation after all. Sometimes, just trusting ourselves and each other is enough."

In a half-decent hug, with the palm of his hand on your back and your fingertips on his shoulders, you pull him near to lean in his ear and whisper, "Let's figure this thing out and get out of here. Just you and me."

He nods against your hair, his voice a low murmur in your ear. "Well, then there’s that thing remember? Let's grab our things and head out then. I know a little place nearby where we can unwind and talk through everything."

Wooyoung is the first to leave the meeting room, and you wait a minute or two to follow him along in the hallway for the ‘thing’.

"Attention, everyone!”, you suddenly shout. All gathering colleagues in cubicles and smart boards outside of the office murmur what could be pressingly hard considering how the nice meeting went. When you and Wooyoung’s partnership was lost, so was everyone else.

To show your reunion, you walk over to Wooyoung and stand alongside him. “I know we're thrilled about our new business endeavors, you've all done such an outstanding job these past couple of months! Wooyoung and I…have given it a lot of thought, and we thought maybe… we could throw another office party.”

Everyone agrees amongst themselves, causing a slight rise in volume before it comes to a quiet again. “But…I decided to tweak it a notch-“

You look at Wooyoung, who picked up on your cue. “To a week-long vacation!"

The announcement goes over incredibly well, with the office erupting in cheers and applause. Your co-workers are thrilled with the news, and several of them come up to you both afterward to express their gratitude and excitement.

Meanwhile, Wooyoung watches as you walk into a crowd from a distance, his eyes shining with pride and approval. He mouths "Perfect," giving you an approving thumbs up and a warm smile.

As the excitement dies down and people start to disperse, he makes his sways his way over to you with his hands in his pockets. "That was brilliant," he says, slipping an arm casually around your waist. "A week-long vacation? Are you sure?”

You step aside for a bit of distance so it doesn't arise suspicions amongst wandering eyes. "They've been working nonstop every weekday, and they deserve it. Besides, I need to take my time with you, what can I say?"

Wooyoung eyes soften at your words, recognizing the passing of obstacles between you two. "You're right…they've more than earned it. And I can't argue with the idea of having more time with you." He glances around, then leans in without ceasing to stop at a professional distance.

You completely step aside and begin to walk off fast with the cross over of your heel. “Not so fast”, you mutter. You then walk off and head to your office up the hall. You cross your hands behind your back, curling your four fingers, a secret gesture for him to follow.

Wooyoung, with an eagle's eye, grins mischievously, easily playing along.He lingers in his spot for a moment, feigning interest in a nearby plant before casually making his way to your office. He slips inside, closing the door softly behind him.

"What is it you couldn't say out there, Miss?" Upon entering, Wooyoung finds you caressing the awards of your company’s prizes on the back shelf behind your desk.

With a click of your hidden hand, the windows begin to shut down. You turn and make your way to where he stands, tapping your long stiletto pink nails on every surface along the way.

You gesture for him to take a seat in the lounging area with light pink tuxedo sofas, and a reflective glass table in its centerpiece. His eyes never fell from the sharpness of your nails, but he listens accordingly, pulling his tie around to relieve his tightening throat.

"I'll accept your offer.” You push off the wall to stand in front of him, slightly bending to place a palm gently above his beating heart, smirking at the hard palpations. “I want to be your mistress. To use you, and to experience pleasure… I've never felt before."

Wooyoung inhales sharply as your hand rests over his heart, feeling it race beneath your touch. His eyes darken with desire, a low groan escaping his lips. "Madam, uh Mrs. Hart.." He reaches up, gently grasping your wrist. "Are you sure about this?"

You take your free hand and angle his head toward your cunning face by his sharp jaw, tucking in his long stands with your other hand, pressing forward so your lips are by his ear. "Do you have to ask me twice?"

“No”, Wooyoung breathes, turning his head slightly to nuzzle into your palm. "But I need to hear you say it again." His voice is ragged, filled with longing. "Say it again you want to be mine, that you want me to be yours… like that."

"I'm yours…to obey, and you remain mine… to control." Wooyoung's heart skips a beat at the declaration, his entire body trembling with need. You drag your hot pink sharp nails that he adores on his face. His eyes cross adorably as he tracks them along his naturally sharpened jaw. You watch as his blood circulates beneath the surface, and you pepper small, feverish kisses along the area.

He lets out a shuddering sigh, and his eyes flutter closed as he savors the feeling of your nails scratching along his jaw, doubled when you start placing those heated kisses on his burning skin. "Mine… to control. God, Madam…". His hands tighten around your wrist on his chest, and the arm you're using to angle his head.

"Do you like the sound of that, darling?" You look deep into his doe eyes, indenting your nails in his jaw with anticipation.

"I do. So much that it's… intoxicating," Wooyoung whispers, his pupils dilating as he gazes into your eyes. "The thought of you controlling me, it's… please, Madam, touch me… like you did that Friday night. Please…" He trails off, leaning into your touch, his body yearning for more.

A devilish smirk overrides your sultry expression. "Please, please, please…" you mock pathetically, your drag fingers down his veiny neck. "I can't believe you're so desperate for me."

Wooyoung's face flushes with embarrassment, but the desire in his eyes only intensifies. "I can't help it," he admits softly. "You drive me crazy. The way you touch me, the way you talk to me… it's addictive."

You inch toward his lips but pull away teasingly seconds later. "Follow me…" you grab a hold of his tie, pulling him forward. Wooyoung scrambles to the floor and crawls on all fours as he tries to match your pace, the click of your heels and his pattering hands make the loudest noise in the empty space.

Once you’ve made it back to the desk, you pull out your guest chair, twirling it with one hand, and pulling up his loosened tie with the other. "Sit.”

Wooyoung stumbles slightly as you pull him upward and onto the chair with his eyes locked onto yours. He sits down heavily, his breath hitching in his throat as he waits for your next move. "What do you want me to do now, mistress?"

"Just sit there and look pretty baby. I haven't even made up my mind yet." You tap his shoulder as you walk behind him, pulling out your chair from your desk and pushing it forth right in front of Wooyoung. Sitting in it backward, you spread your legs wide and you slide down in it with your pink vest pantsuit.

You bite the tip of your lengthy nails as you watch him squirm, and your teeth spread into a wicked smile. You tap your heels on the floor with an original rhythm. Wooyoung’s throat bobs with every tap, and his eyes are directed to the heel now and again, which stroke a shocking idea.

The sharpness of your stiletto heel reflects the sunshine when you hold it in the air, and when it falls- it lands on Wooyoung’s shin.

He swallows hard, watching as you bite at your nail, the crimson hue of your lips wrapping around it. He squirms in his seat, his breath coming in short pants as the heel of your shoe grinds against his shin. "Aughhh, Mistress, you’re digging in kind of deep. It hurts."

You’re relentless and just gaze upon him in contemplation-ignoring his pleas. You had used your restlessness night for research studies on this new dynamic you’ve both been secretly craving. Let's just say, your search history is not up to par with your business etiquette. "I hear you honeybun, I just decided what I'm going to do with you."

Wooyoung whimpers, trying to shift in his seat to alleviate some of the pain from your heel grinding against his shin. His breath hitches as you lean forward, the heat of your body wafting over him.

"What…what are you going to do, my Mistress?" Wooyoung asks, his voice trembling with a combination of fear and excitement. He shifts in his seat, his hands gripping the arms of the chair tightly. The suspense is killing him, but he knows better than to try and rush you.

“Eyes forward." You abruptly stop your heel grinding which brings him great relief. That was until you got up to walk around behind him again.

Wooyoung quickly complies, keeping his eyes fixed forward as instructed. He can hear your footsteps behind him, the clicking of your heels against the floor is making his heart do backflips. His breath catches in his throat as he feels your presence looming over him, and then your hands come to rest on his shoulders, gripping them firmly.

The next thing he knew was his tie being yanked from the collar of his neck, wrinkling his white button-up in the process. His eyes widen as he feels himself nearly choke. He hears the fabric rustle as you wrap it around your hands, and then has his vision suddenly taken from his senses when all he can see is pitch black.

You comb his neck-length hair to be tucked under the silk material, scratching his tender scalp in the process.

He lets out a low moan as you comb his hair back and tuck it under the makeshift blindfold. His body tenses as he feels your nails scraping gently against his scalp, the sensation both pleasing and unnerving. With his sight deprived, the heightening of his other senses makes his toes curl.

"Are you okay kitty?" You suddenly whispered with a small kitten lick of your own to his ear. Wooyoung mewls at the unexpected warmth of your tongue against his ear, the whisper of your voice sending shivers down his spine. He nods instinctively, his hands balling into fists as he tries to process the overwhelming sensations. "Y-yes.”

Your heels click once again like a ticking clock. Your claws grab a hold of Wooyoung's shoulders, spinning him around in fast circles.

When he feels himself uncontrollably turning into three-sixties, he lets out a frightened yelp- his arms flailing out to try and grab onto something for support. The room is like a maze around him, his disorientation amplified by the blindfold.

Then he hears your heels clicking faster as you rush to stop him. Wooyoung’s breath quickens, and you kiss him to calm his nerves.

“You still with me kitty cat?" Wooyoung gasps against your lips, his breath hitching as the dizziness finally subsides. He clings to you for support, his shaking fingers digging into the soft flesh of your arms. "Y-Yes, mistress. I'm still here," he pants, his voice barely a whisper.

You pull his fingers from your flesh, and reposition those same fingers to be placed on his crotch. "Can you give your mistress a show kitty? Can you show me how desperate you are for me?"

Wooyoung inhales sharply as he feels your hands guiding his own to his crotch. His face flushes with embarrassment and arousal under the blindfold. "Mistress, l…I don't know if I can," he stammers, his fingers trembling against the growing bulge in his pants.

"You don't know, if you can obey me? Is that what you're telling me, baby?"

Wooyoung bites his lip, hesitation clear in his voice. "No, mistress. I mean, l, I want to, but… it's embarrassing." His fingers twitch against his crotch, the warmth of his touch through the fabric both shaming and arousing. "Please, mistress. I… I'm not used to touching myself like this. It's… it's shameful." His voice grows quieter, laced with a mix of humiliation and desire.

"Awe you poor kitty. Shameful, you say?" You descend to your knees, rubbing your claws onto the blinded male's firm thighs. “Answer me this: where was your shame when you asked me to be your mistress? To kiss the ground before me? You proposed your body for me to control like the slut you are…and now you want to mention shame?"

His breath hitches as your claws rake gently against his thighs, his legs parting wider in invitation. His face scrunches up under the blindfold, torn between humiliation and need. "Y-You're right, mistress. I… I have no right to feel shame." I'm yours, completely," he stammers, his voice cracking with emotion. "I surrendered everything to you, mistress. My body, my dignity, my shame."

As he speaks, you begin to undress him, your hands moving slowly and deliberately under his. Once his belt is removed and his tie is unzipped, you pull the band off his boxers away to take in his full package and spit on the head thickly. You watch the bubbly mess cascade down to the base of his shaft, snapping the material back into place causing his cock to bounce against his abdomen. "Show me everything."

The sudden snap of the boxer returning bounces his rigid length and causes him to jerk in his restraints- his balls drawing up tight against his body. "The floor is yours, baby. Prove yourself to me."

Wooyoung takes a deep, shuddering breath, his fingers slowly wrapping around his hard pink flesh. He hesitates for a moment, his face flushed with embarrassment before he begins to slowly stroke himself.

"You're such a good boy kitty”. His head shudders around slowly, he hears your voice in praise all around him. “Surrending yourself to me with control of your submissive mind."

As he strokes himself, Wooyoung's mind falls completely under your control. He becomes a puppet, his thoughts consumed by his obedience to you, and his only desire to please you. His movements grow to become more desperate and frantic as he imagines himself as your perfect, submissive kitty.

You smile with delight, as your deep research played off effectively into reality. ‘How to tame your sub 101; place them in an environment of vulnerability, rules, and trust. Contain them to follow your rules with consensual precedence, and praise them with every obedient action.’

Wooyoung’s breathing grows heavier as he continues to pleasure himself under your watchful gaze. The room is filled with the sound of his desperate pants and the slick sounds of his hand moving on his wet flesh. "Please, mistress… praise me.”

Your research continues: "Praise will become a natural practice if it is positively connoted with reward. Your sub might even desperately ask for it to ensure they are following your command to your standards.'

"You’re doing so well my little kitten. You're so obedient to me my love." Wooyoung's body shudders with relief and pleasure at your praise, his strokes becoming more purposeful and rhythmic. He arches into his touch, craving more of your approval. "Thank you, mistress… I'm trying so hard to be good for you. I want to make you proud."

"You are baby,” you affirm. “I'm so proud of you." You bend over from your desk and raise his shirt to rub onto his abdomen, right above his ministrations. "Can you cum right here for me babe?"

Wooyoung's eyes roll back in his head as your warm hands rub against his stomach, the friction and heat making his orgasm imminent. He nods frantically, his hand moving faster on his cock as he fights to hold back his orgasm until you permit him to release.

You continue to smooth your hand over his belly, specifically on the surrounding areas that tense from his approaching orgasm. Focusing primarily on the bulges in his stomach, you push down heavily to further alleviate the sensations. "Do it, baby. You've been so good. Cum for me."

With a final, desperate cry, Wooyoung's body convulses as he spills over his hand and onto his belly, just as you commanded. His whole body goes lax, hanging limply in the restraints as he catches his breath, basking in the afterglow of his release and your praise.

To quiet his desperate cries, you kiss him passionately. It was like his brain had gone to mush, you figured the blindfold might've even affected his sense of location, given that you were still in the office. "Quiet lovebug. Those pretty cries are only meant for me to hear, okay?"

He whimpers against your mouth, his body shuddering with aftershocks as he nods frantically, silently promising to keep his noises to himself. He nuzzles into your touch, loving the way you silence him and claim his sounds as your own.

Slowly, you separated your touch from his sweaty skin and removed your mouth from his pouting one. You then reach back to grab his blindfold, allowing him to see the mess he made. "Good boy."

Wooyoung’s eyes flutter open, and he blinks in confusion for a moment before his gaze focuses on the mess on his belly and chest. He looks up at you with wide, adoring eyes, his face flushed with embarrassment and happiness. He beams with pride at being called a "good boy" by you.

A similar expression comes onto your face in effect of his own. You reach forward to comb back the wet strands of his hair into a slick back.

His cock twitches once more from the grace of your nails. You notice immediately, and your eyes shimmer at his release. You scoop it up with your other hand from his abdomen, giving it a taste and fluttering your eyes with satisfaction. You then offer him some using the same finger, waiting for his acceptance. "Don't you wanna know how sweet you taste?"

Wooyoung's eyes widen as he watches you taste him, a shiver of arousal running through his spent body. He eagerly parts his lips, his tongue darting out to lick your offered finger clean.

In awe you inch closer as his mouth takes in your finger whole, mobilizing his hand back and forth as his deep-set eyes entrances you in a spell with his warm mouth, giving you the craziest ideas. You grab him by the strand in the back of his hands and pull him off. After you then walk over to the desk and throw him a pack of wipes. "Clean yourself up, Wooyoung. You made a mess."

His eyes meet yours, filled with a mix of curiosity and lust from your intense stare. He nods obediently, taking the wipes and cleaning himself off thoroughly while you watch.

Your senses come back to you as you hurriedly turn your back and crack open the door to your office in caution of any bystanders. It wasn't your intention to start this so soon. But with Wooyoung being the man he is, you were prompt under temptation.

As Wooyoung finishes cleaning up, he hears the door creak open and feels a cool breeze against his bare skin. He tilts his head, listening intently, and hearing the faint sound of voices outside. He bites his lip, hoping no one has heard his earlier noises.

Wooyoung looks down at his disheveled appearance - shirt rumpled, hair mussed, a faint sheen of sweat on his skin. He quickly redresses himself, fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt as he tries to keep his composure.

You turn back to him as you hear his rustling. Wooyoung freezes mid-zip-up as you turn back, his cheeks flushing pink as he realizes how disheveled he must look. He offers you a shy, slightly nervous smile, unsure of what to say after such an intense and unexpected encounter in your office. His heart races, wondering if this changes anything between you.

The hallway wasn't exactly busy after her exciting announcement of a week-long vacation. But there was always someone who wanted to stay behind. "What should we do?"

Wooyoung swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. "Do? About…?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. He's not sure if you're asking about how to proceed with the new relationship, or how to make sure no one finds out about what just happened in your office. Either way, he had not a fucking clue.

You walk over to him tirelessly and sigh, straightening up his appearance for yourself. "We'll get to that later, but first, we need a way out of here without looking suspicious.”

Wooyoung nods, understanding your unspoken words. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart and appear nonchalant. "How about… we just walk out together? Like we were just having a meeting?" He suggests, his voice steadier now.

"You look like you ran a mile baby”, you giggle. “What kind of meeting would that entail?"

He pouts slightly at your teasing remark. "A… passionate one?" he offers, trying to match your teasing tone. He grins mischievously. "We can say we were discussing… the details of the company retreat, and that we decided to pop off some champagne. The one behind your desk over there."

A lightbulb shined over your head from the idea, you glanced over and grabbed the bottle quickly from the fridge. "I don't have a cork for this thing. I got it as a gift a while back when some money-chasing assholes tried to sway me in a meeting. This is good stuff… otherwise it would've been in the trash."

Wooyoung chuckles softly, walking over to you. "Well, it seems like fate that you kept it then. We can use it as our cover story.”

He stands tall looking handsome as ever, like you were the one sitting in the chair. He takes the bottle from your hands and looks down at the floor, tilting his head in deep inspection. "That's it."

You look down on the floor, looking down and stumbling around like a frantic mess. "What is it? What's that?"

He looks up at you, a small smile playing on his lips. He carefully places the champagne bottle on the floor, descending to his knees. Your eyes widen at the moment, and he makes dangerous eye contact with you as he caresses your golden stiletto heel. "Your heel, I can pop open the cork with it."

In shock and confused arousal, you look down upon him and instinctively quirk a brow. "Yeah…good thinking."

Wooyoung grins up at you, his hands gently caressing your ankle as he positions the heel of your shoe over the cork of the champagne bottle. With a swift, practiced motion, he pops the cork, sending it flying across the room. You duck in response, and when calm takes over again, you snap out of your trance and smile at him with a nervous laugh. “Holy shit! You did it!”

Wooyoung laughs softly, getting back up to his feet. He picks up the now open bottle of champagne, and takes a swig straight from it, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "See? Now we've got our alibi."

Even the simplistic action of him taking a swig out of the bottle made him fondly attractive. "Yeah…but who opens champagne without shaking things up a little?" You then grab the bottle out of his grasp and do the action of shaking things up. You pour the bubbling liquid on his chest and yours the same. A bit sprinkles on the floor for the added effect of "the mess" you've made.

As the cold, fizzy liquid hits his skin he inhales sharply. His soaking shirt gave an appealing view of his erect nipples and muscles. He looks at you, eyes wide with surprise, but laughter erupts suddenly in his throat. "Well, now we've really got to sell this."

You nod, drinking the remaining bits, then jerk your head up to indicate for Wooyoung to tilt his backward. You provide him a nice pour as your hand supports his jaw. "We just stole on a major renovation of our business. We can do anything."

Wooyoung swallows the remnants deliciously. Some of it spills down the sides of his face, onto his neck, and down his chest, mingling with the earlier pours. He swallows convulsively, his Adam's apple bobbing. "Let's get the hell out of here."

The two of you giggle out of the room as if you were on your way to a honeymoon getaway. But honestly, that's what it felt like.

Wooyoung leads the way out of the office, champagne dripping from his clothes and pooling on the floor behind you. As you both reach the elevator, he presses the button and turns to you, a sly grin spreading across his face.

Suddenly, the doors open once again, and Jeong Yunho, your second-longest colleague after Mark, follows in. "Mrs. Hart and Mr. Jung! It looks like you two had some early celebrations amongst yourselves."

Wooyoung grin widens, and he drapes an arm casually around your shoulders. "You could say that. We just sealed the deal on the new renovation project. A job well done deserves a little…celebration, don't you think?"

Wooyoung elbow budges into your side. You begin to curse him but the language in his eyes begs you to follow along. "Yeah Mr.Jeong, how about you get a taste! You work so hard, and it wouldn't hurt for you to let loose. You hadn't shown up at the office party last term!"

Wooyoung nods approvingly, he looks at the subordinate with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Well, since you put it that way…", Mr.Jeong trails off. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small gray flask from his cross body. "I always keep a little something extra for special occasions."

The both of you laugh hard in surprise. "Did you prepare that beforehand?”, you yelp. "That's so out of character for you!"

Wooyoung winks at you conspiratorially. "A good businessman always comes prepared. You never know when you might need to grease the wheels of negotiation… or in this case, loosen up a hardworking subordinate." Mr.Jeong raises his flask in the air saluting a cheers toward Wooyoung before swallowing a bit of his own.

The elevator dings to the main lobby, and you all step off into the cooling fresh air. "Well, I hope to see you at the next party then, and bring that fun energy with you too okay?!"

Mr.Jeong takes another swig from the flask, coughs slightly, and nods enthusiastically. "Definitely, Mrs.Hart- and Mr. Jung, thanks for the, uh, motivation!" Wooyoung claps him on the back and waves goodbye as he scurries off.

“Anytime, just don’t start your vacation behind bars man. Enjoy!” The two of you snicker as you watch him hurriedly place the flask back into his bag. Once the coast is clear, you scurry towards your cars as quickly as you could be.

"I guess that wasn't so bad”, you mutter with a shrug. Wooyoung holds his passenger door open for you, his eyes twinkling with mischief and a hint of something deeper. "Not bad at all”, he confirms. “I'd say that was a rather… stimulating start to our getaway."

You turn to him outside and purse your lips in disbelief, playfully smacking him in his wet chest. "That's not what I meant at all!”

Wooyoung catches your wrist, his fingers wrapping around it gently. He pulls you closer, his voice dropping to a low, sultry tone. "Oh, I know. But it's what I meant… And besides, you're the one who poured champagne all over us."

You yank your wrist into your lap, and he closes the door swiftly before settling into his seat. You squeeze into his cheek when he gets adjusted with your thumb giving him a little prick. "Well, it got us through, no?"

Wooyoung slyly turns his head before you can catch on, he captures your thumb between his teeth, gently biting down before releasing it. "Mmm, it certainly did. But now, I think it's time for some…deep cleaning."

…

Wooyoung guides you into the luxurious bathroom of his private villa by the beach, the soft glow of recessed lighting through the windows casts a warm, inviting ambiance in the evening.

He turns on the shower, and steam begins to fill the room. In no time flat, he starts to unbutton your vest top, his fingers brushing against your skin gently. "Arms up."

You allow him to make the calls, and your boobs fall into their natural place. You'd been in pain from the bra wire in the car while saying, "Something’s poking me". Wooyoung wouldn't let you strip it off, with the other hand on the wheel he held over your boobs shouting, "Hey, I'm supposed to be undressing you!”

Wooyoung smiles widely, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he takes off his suit jacket and tosses it aside. “I think I need a little assistance with my tie." He looks up at you expectantly, his hands reaching for the knot.

There wasn't a problem at all. The only problem was that you ended that segment too quickly before the private champagne party. The specific moment where you were yanking the same tie clean off his neck and robbing him blind. "You want it the rough way baby?", you tease.

Woo's grin widens, and he nods eagerly. "You know what I want."

You quickly jerk his neck causing him to step a few feet forward. He grabs your hips for stability in precaution, but it fascinated him that you could do it quicker than any working man he knew.

"You asked for it kitty."

Wooyoung's eyes sparkle with excitement as he watches you effortlessly rip his tie off. He lets out a small gasp as he stumbles forward, his hands gripping your hips tightly to keep himself steady. "Me-ow", he says seductively.

The power to not be tantalized by his sassiness was something to adjust to. You hurriedly pop open the buttons to his shirt with triple speed, throwing it over his shoulders. His eyes followed behind it until he felt a tug being worked on his lower half.

What you found strip by strip was more and more veiny. You undress him completely, working on taking off your lengthy pants along with your underwear. "Shower, now."

Wooyoung quickly leads you both into the spacious, glass-enclosed shower. The warm water cascades over your body as he pulls you close, his hands roaming over your curves appreciatively. "You're absolutely stunning," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear.

"Hadn't you taken a look in that mirror?" You seductively imply, also hinting at his wonderfully stunning body. He did not have the body of a businessman man with a poached belly and loose muscle. He was desirably for you, the exact opposite. You reach up to gently scratch his back with your nails, your ghost of breath of the shell of his ears.

Wooyoung mewls softly in response, his arms tightening around you possessively. "I wasn't talking about me," he says huskily as he turns into your neck, twisting his tongue in long circles down your body.

"Woo…” you try to warn, but the feeling is all too good for unnecessary punishment. "What are you doing baby?", you mutter softly under the calming waters- watching as his body descends along with his tongue.

Wooyoung ignores your warning, his mouth continuing its descent until he's kneeling at your feet. He presses open-mouthed kisses against your inner thighs, his hands spreading your legs further apart. "I'm just cleaning you like a good kitty my mistress," he says, his voice muffled against your skin.

Your hands immediately enthrall the slippery wet strands of Wooyoung’s hair. The density of the water gave you a firmer grip as an advantage. "You'll do just that and only that kitty. You're already crossing the line by making decisions.”

Wooyoung purrs mischievously against your flesh, his hands gripping into your bottom to keep you in place. His tongue slowly glides up your center, parting your folds gently. "As you wish, mistress. Just cleaning." His mouth immediately finds your inner center, and he begins to lavish attention on you with his tongue, just as he promised.

A moan shakes out from your bones as you hike your leg on his shoulder like a pedestal. This way you figured out he wanted to be a brat, you’ll have to remind him who's the decision-maker later on.

Wooyoung hums appreciatively as you hike your leg over his shoulder, giving him better access. He doubles his efforts, his tongue delving deeper as he savors your taste. One hand slides around to tease your entrance, a single finger circling the rim teasingly.

Your eyes furrow in pleasure. There was no kidding when Wooyoung said the words, "Use all of me for your pleasure in ways you've never experienced before.’ With no insertions, he already had your body and mind convulsing “Kitty.."

Wooyoung looks up at you, his eyes gleaming with pride and satisfaction as he watches you shake and tremble. Woo murmurs against your sensitive flesh, his finger finally pressing inside as he continues to lap at your clit. He curls his finger, rubbing against that magical spot inside as he sucks hard on your clit, his protruding nose pressing perfectly against your folds.

You catch a glimpse of his smile through your hooded lids that Wooyoung thought were completely closed. To his surprise, you jerk him forward with your hovered leg on his shoulder. "Eat up you little brat, you don't get to tease."

Wooyoung is pulled forward, his face buried between your legs as he's forced to devour you. He gags as your legs clamp around his head, his nose buried in your pussy. He sucks and laps at your folds desperately, trying to breathe through his mouth as he eats you out with reckless abandon.

Your grip on his head grows firmer as your pointy nails are nearly embedded in his scalp. You swivel his head around despite his struggles for a deeper feel. "Good fucking kitty”, you moan.

Wooyoung mewls pitifully against you as you force his head to swivel, his tongue lapping desperately wherever you direct him. His claws dig into your bottom, leaving small half-moon indentations in your flesh as he tries to hang on.

With little time, you grow wary of Wooyoung’s upkeep of lapping his tongue. You tried to make him slip up and test him as punishment, but you were failing your test as you jerked forward and grew weaker from the tension in your abdomen.

Wooyoung feels your body tensing, your grip on his hair tightening painfully. He redoubles his efforts, his tongue thrusting in and out of you as his finger continues to work its magic. He nips gently at your swollen folds, soothing the slight sting with a long, slow lick.

As if it were a hit-and-run, you jerk forward completely with a loud gasp from his unanticipated capabilities. That strong jaw wasn't just good for smart talk.

Wooyoung feels your body shudder and convulse around his invading tongue and finger. He moans in triumph against you, the vibrations only intensifying your pleasure. He continues to lap and suckle gently as you ride out your high, coaxing out every last drop of your release.

You breathe deeply and tilt your head back from the intense orgasm. As you tilt your head in its previous place, you make eye contact with the man below and yank him upward with the hand you never let leave his scalp.

Wooyoung staggers back, his face glistening with your essence and his long wet strands as he gasps for breath. "You taste even better than I imagined mistress."

You huff with a scowl and grip his jaw, releasing it seconds after to smack him for pretending not to have been so disorderly. "And now you'll get a taste of what I have for you for being a pest."

Wooyoung pouts dramatically, rubbing his reddened cheek. "But… I only wanted to make you feel good…" He trails off, his eyes darting in between yours as he effectively evaporates the madness. He swallows hard, his voice barely a whisper. "Please…"

"Stop using that mouth of yours, and listen to me." You coldly demand.

Wooyoung shifts his feet, his heart racing as he stands before you. He keeps his gaze lowered in guilt of his previous transgression. He stands at attention, waiting for his punishment to be inflicted.

"Why should you show shame now from how far you've come?" You snap, bearing daggers in his face. "Eyes on me."

Wooyoung’s eyes slowly lift to meet yours, a flicker of defiance sparking in their depths before he remembers his place. "I.."

Another slap sounds through the space. As Wooyoung's head turns sideways, but you bring it forward again. “I knew what you did, I didn't dumb down from an orgasm, not like how will kitty."

Wooyoung’s head snaps back from the slap, his eyes widening in arousal and pain. He struggles to keep his gaze locked on yours, but it's clear he's fighting a losing battle. His eyes start to water as he tries to maintain eye contact, his face burning with shame.

"Clean yourself quickly, and go out to lie on the bed, 'll be out not long after, and DONT put any clothes on whatsoever, understood?"

Woo nods jerkily, his voice mute to any sound. He turns around, wiping his face with his wrinkled fingers washing his body as you watch behind him.

Not long after Wooyoung walks out with only a towel around his waist. …

You take your shower and come out lotioned up with lingerie and bondage you retrieved from the adult shop hidden in your purse. It was a leather neon pink number paired with a waist belt, and (‘X’) marks the spot boob tape. What caught Wooyoung’s attention most was the matching color leather whip in your hold, along with a thick twist of rope.

“What's your safe word?" You ask quizzically as he lies as directed upon the bed, the leather tapping with rhythm on your bare hand while the rope dangles on your wrist.

Wooyoung swallows hard, his voice trembling slightly as he replies, "M-my safe word is… orchid, mistress." He looks at the leather, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and anticipation. "Is that for me?"

"Orchid?" you inquire, "and when did you come up with that?" You stop at the edge of the bed and place your whip purposely near him, knowing it would get him riled up.

Wooyoung’s face flushes, and he looks away, fidgeting with the towel around his waist. "I… I came up with it a few days ago, mistress. I was thinking about it a lot, and it reminded me of you and… parts of you."

"Awe…how thoughtful!" You falsely stated in surprise. You pull your hands down and smooth your pink claws over the fiery pink hot lingerie. "Can you guess my favorite color baby?"

"Pink…" Wooyoung answers confidently, his eyes glued to your lingerie. His tongue darts out to wet his lips as he takes in your appearance, his body tensing as he tries to rein in his growing arousal.

"Good! And one of the colors of an orchid is…" You trail off waiting for his pending answer.

Wooyoung's eyes widen as realization dawns on him. "Pink…" he breathes out, his voice filled with awe and a hint of nervousness. "The color of an orchid is pink, mistress. Just like your favorite color…"

You smile charmingly at his attention to detail, climbing onto the bed near his lean body. You unfold the towel, opening the layers on his right and left sides. With a pleased expression, your eyes rein over him for the third time in a day. "SSC… do you know what that means?"

Wooyoung inhales sharply as your body presses against his, the cool fabric of your lingerie a stark contrast to his heated skin. He nods, his voice strained. "Yes, mistress… SSC means Safe, Sane, and Consensual. It's a key principle in… in this kind of play."

You nod in approval. "Would you say it feels safe, sane, and consensual if we proceed with this, Kitty cat?" You uphold the whip, presenting it along his skin to show your further intentions.

Wooyoung's eyes widen as he sees the rope, his breath catching in his throat. He looks up at you, his gaze flickering between your face and the whip as he makes the connection. After a moment, he nods slowly, his voice steady despite the tremor of excitement running through him. "I trust you, mistress."

With his approval, you proceeded to bond his hands in a killer knot as you pushed them over his head. With the whip in hand, you strike it in the air as a test, and it proves functional as it cracks above the crashing waves outdoors. "Baby, baby, baby. Look at where a potty mouth ended up placing you. Tell me, was it worth it?"

He looks up at you, his eyes filled with a mix of trepidation and anticipation as you stalk over him. "That wasn't rhetorical, darling. I need you to give me an answer."

Wooyoung swallows hard, his heart pounding in his chest. He looks up at you, his voice shaking slightly as he responds. "Yes, mistress… it was worth it. Every curse, every argument, every moment of defiance was worth it just to end up here, tied on this bed, and at your mercy."

"Huh." You scoff, both aroused and annoyed by his pride in disobedience. "How. Fucking. Pathetic." You throw the whip over his abdomen, causing a crackle to echo through the space.

Wooyoung hisses in a sharp breath as the whip cracks against his skin, his abs contracting from the sudden impact. He bites his lower lip to muffle a moan, his hips bucking slightly as the pain morphs into pleasure.

You go back to tracing over his now reddened skin, never taking your eyes off your prey as if it was always your destiny. "Another question: Have you ever thought about this very moment before the night we kissed, in a meeting, or the night you took me home drunk…in my office?"

Wooyoung’s breathing grows heavier as even the lightest traces on his skin burn so good. He nods jerkily, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment before snapping back open to maintain eye contact with you. "Yes, mistress… I've thought about it. A lot." He hesitates before continuing. "…Especially in your office. The power dynamic, the way you commanded me, the way you looked in your suits… it used to fuel many of my… fantasies." He trails off, blushing deeply at the admission.

You bite your lips just thinking about those moments over the past few months, just wishing you could've known then to feel this thrill sooner. "So let me ask you this. How long have you transpired in this fantasy before you met me?"

Wooyoung traces down your body above him. His eyes flick down to your hips where your fingers toy absently with the end of the whip. He lets out a slow breath. "Years, mistress. I've had these tendencies for years. But the fantasies of you… were the first to come to life."

Wooyoung pauses, his eyes locked onto yours. "Since the first time I saw you across the boardroom table”, he grins at the memory in thought, “I left that meeting with a new… obsession."

It’s not something you mention with words, but to be his first to control him like this turned you on. You lower yourself to straddle over his crotch, trailing the whip over his nipples to heighten his arousal. "I never knew until you walked into my office that I desired such a man who could simply just be obedient. But then you were funny, and you livened up the room so well that made the office breathable. I smiled for the first time without presentation.”

Wooyoung feels antsy with your heat over his reaction, the whip strings trace over his nipples, and your admiration for his character. His body arches into your gentle caress and he spills out a shivering moan. "Thank you, mistress…"

Just in the moment when his eyes closed momentarily in bliss, your face contorted into a wicked grin throwing the whip up high to land onto Wooyoung’s relaxed chest. "I want you, and now you're making me weak. Just like you…"

Wooyoung gasps sharply as the whip snaps against his chest, his body jerking slightly at the sudden impact. His eyes, which had grown soft with emotion, snap back into focus, dilating with renewed arousal and submission. "Mistress…" he breathes, voice husky. "I never meant to make you weak."

"And you never could darling. So the stunt you pulled off in the shower? This will be the result of your disobedience, each, and every time." Your smiles wavers in and out of seriousness. In honesty, you’re truly happy to experience this with him, and the trust of power he gave to you to use at your will.

Wooyoung shivers at your words, his body tensing in anticipation. "Yes, mistress," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "I understand."

You whip him once more, staggering him by surprise. "Again."

He grunts at the sudden impact, his back arching off the bed. "I understand.” He grits his teeth, bracing himself for the next strike, his arms tightening around the bedposts as his whole body tenses in anticipation.

You whip him once more, heartless and unnerving. "Again!"

Woo's cry turns into a broken, guttural moan as the whip bites into his flesh once more. His body convulses, pulling taut against the restraints, his breathing erratic and shallow. Tears of pain and overwhelm prick at the corners of his eyes as he struggles to keep his voice steady. "I understand, mistress!"

At last, you’re satisfied, and the whip is thrown to the far side of the room. You lift yourself from the meat of his thighs, reaching under the mattress for the body oil you hid when you came in on arrival. "I don't recall you putting any lotion on when you got out of the shower. But you were just following orders, huh pretty boy?"

Wooyoung’s head lolls to the side, his chest heaving as he tries to regain his breath. "Y-yes, mistress… I-I was only following orders…"He trails off, his voice hitching as you settle onto his thighs and begin to drizzle cool oil onto his heated skin.

Your hand smooths over his new wound and other plain parts of his bare body in a deep tissue massage. "That's okay baby, you’re managing well kitty.”

Wooyoung moans softly as your hands begin to work into his muscles, the oil-slicked touch soothing the hurt and heightening his sensitivity. "Th-thank you, mistress…" His head rolls back, eyes fluttering closed as he revels in the sensation of your touch.

You cease your touch when he begins to relax, booping his nose with a smidge of oil. "You're getting comfortable…."

His eyes snap open at the sudden touch to his nose, a startled "Mistress!" escaping his lips. He tenses, suddenly hyper-aware again, his body coiled with tension and need. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to…"

"Tututututututu." You click your tongue in disapproval, placing an oil-lubed finger on his lips. "Uh uh." You encircle his lips with the oil and circle back to the starting place in the middle. "Words can't save you now."

He whines softly around it, trying to speak but unable to with his mouth occupied. He struggles against his restraints, his body thrashing lightly as he realizes he's in for something else. "Mistress, please…", he mutters.

"No thank you." One of your hands grips the base of his bare cock, while the other tortuously rubs the cockhead. Wooyoung's back arches, his hips bucking against the restraints as your hands begin their tormenting dance.

Tears well up in his eyes as he becomes overwrought with sensation. His shiny lips smooth together from the outburst."M-Mistress… "Mmmph!" Your eyes close as you intake his moans- continuing your crazy work regardless of his cries.

The weakening man’s moans rise in pitch and volume as you continue your relentless stimulation. His cock throbs and twitches in your grip, the oil allowing your hands to glide slickly along his shaft. "Mmmnnngggg!"

Wooyoung’s pleas turn into a wordless, desperate whine as your touch becomes more insistent. Your hands stop they play when you ride out your clothed pussy on his pulsing red cock. His body tenses, his muscles standing out in sharp relief as he fights against the restraints. The male gives up, he realizes words can never get him far when he wants his way.

You sigh in contentment, feeling in your breasts as you ride him crazily with no fixed pace. "Muuuuch better baby… come for me"

His body tenses and quivers as the clogged oil in his pores mixes in his release, causing it to glisten beautifully on your body, his body, and the sheets under the soft lighting. Wooyoung back bows off the bed, his body convulsing as he lets out a muffled, wordless cry of release.

You slow your ride to adore the mess under you, licking the white ropes of cum that fell perfectly on your breast. You moan and tilt your head back as your orgasm approaches, chuckling proudly at your accomplishments.

…

Wooyoung's arms fall limply to his sides as the restraints are loosened, His body still trembling with residual pleasure. He winces slightly as the circulation returns to his wrists, and your soothing touch eases the discomfort.

To comfort him further, you pull him near to your breasts to cuddle him as a little spoon. You and Wooyoung both were spent in the characters that you play so well. “Are you feeling okay?", you worriedly question.

He cuddles into your embrace, his body melting against yours as he purrs softly. "Yes, Mistress… I'm okay. "But, that was-

You kissed his shoulder and looked down sympathetically in your limited understanding. "Quite intense…l know."

"Intense doesn't even begin to cover it," Wooyoung murmurs, his eyes drifting shut as he snuggles closer to you. "It was perfect. Just how I needed it." He sighs contentedly, feeling safe and cherished in his mistress's arms.

In adornment, you pepper him with kisses. You pull the towel from under him and pat off the excess oil. "You did so well baby. Thank you for pulling through."

"For you, Mistress… anything." He brings a hand to cup your cheeks, smiling at you with a mole that is marked beautifully on his lower lip. "I'm… I'm so tired now…" His voice trails off sleepily, his hand falling back to his side.

You giggle and throw the rope aside for the man to properly lie his sleepy head. "I'm going to clean us up, I'll be right back."

Wooyoung mumbles something unintelligible in response, already halfway asleep as you shift up from behind him.

After cleaning yourself as best you could, too lazy to strip from the intimate material. You come back out to thoroughly cleanse the man before you as you apply a lukewarm rag against his ab ridden core. You even went to the lengths to apply a cooling cream and bandage to his whippings. Although you did all the work, Wooyoung was the one who endured it all even after the play.

Wooyoung remains oblivious to the gentle care you’re providing, his half-asleep state rendering him only softly whimpering from cooling cream and bandages being applied to his battered torso. He simply lies there, his chest rising and falling steadily as he sleeps, his face peaceful despite the marks and bruises adorning his skin.

You set aside the products to be put up when morning comes. Only he mattered now to hold all of your attention.

…

The first rays of sunlight peek through the curtains, gently rousing Wooyoung from his deep slumber. He blinks slowly, a soft groan escaping his lips as he stretches, his muscles protesting slightly from last night's intense activities.

You stir beside him, your arms tightening instinctively around his waist. With a joyous grin, he turns in the embrace- his eyes still heavy with sleep but filled with warmth and adoration.

"Good morning, my orchid," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. He brushes a stray lock of hair from your face, his fingers lingering on your cheek.

You smile softly, your eyes fluttering open to gaze at your desire. You return his morning greeting, your voice contrarily soft in raspiness as you whisper, "Good morning, Wooyoung." Like a mother to her kin, you burrow closer to him, nuzzling your face against his chest as you listen to the soothing rhythm of his heartbeat.

The peaceful morning sunlight streams through the villa's floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the lavish interior. The beachfront property boasts a stunning view of the crystal-clear waters and soft, golden sands. A gentle breeze carries the sweet scent of tropical flowers, filling the air with a sense of tranquility.

Wooyoung and you take their time waking up, wrapped in each other's embrace as you enjoy the quiet intimacy. He eventually breaks the silence, "I've been thinking… today could be a good day for us to explore the island together."

You nod in agreement, your arms tightening around Wooyoung's waist. "That sounds perfect," you murmur, sleepiness still evident in your tone. "We can take our time with just the two of us, and make the most of our vacation."

Wooyoung leans in to capture your lips in a soft, gentle kiss, pouring all his affection into it. When you finally break apart, you both are left breathless. "Mhmm, let's start the day properly." He whispers.

"Oh don't pretend you didn't initiate it!" You cross your arms, exaggerating the motion for emphasis.

Wooyoung chuckles softly at your teasing reply. "Guilty as charged," he admits, grinning. "But you know you love it when I'm bad, my orchid." He winks.

You throw a pillow at his head, missing intentionally. “You're so infuriatingly good at being bad, you know?"

Wooyoung's grin widens mischievously. "Well, it's all part of the package, darling. You wouldn't have me any other way, would you?"

You sit up on your elbows and pinch the puffiness in his morning cheeks. “And you're so…annoyingly irresistible."

Wooyoung lets out a playful oof as you pinch his cheeks, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he laughs. "Irresistible, huh? I'll take that as a compliment," He reaches up to gently brush your fingers away, his thumb tracing small circles on your hand.

"You completely ignored the annoying part." You laugh softly, unconsciously tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, your body language unguarded and at ease.

Wooyoung feigns innocence, his expression mockingly shocked. "Me? Annoying? Never! Besides, I thought you liked me just the way I am - annoying quirks and all."

"Well there’s the concepts of time and place," you sigh, leaning back against the pillows, your hands resting on your stomach as you gaze up at Wooyoung, a hint of exasperation in your expression. "Not in all those times and places can you be tolerated."

Wooyoung's eyes sparkle with mirth as he remembers last night's special occasion. "Ah, but that's where you're wrong, boss lady. You didn't just tolerate my annoying quirks last night, you embraced them wholeheartedly." Wootcha!, he exclaims, imitating the sounds of the cracking whip.

As Wooyoung continues to mockingly imitate his annoying habits, you roll your eyes heavenward, seeking divine intervention to tolerate his antics just a little longer. He notices your eye-roll and grins mischievously, "Aha! You can't deny it now!"

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A/N: I just realized, this is my first ever fan-fiction where an ATEEZ member fully role plays in a submissive role…How am I doing so far? I’m so curious 😭 🎀.

PLEASE DO NOT COPY MY ORIGINAL WORKS, reblogs are appreciated and accepted. Stealing and modifying my work or publishing out on other platforms is not.

THANK YOU FOR READING TO THE END.

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