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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 · 4 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 · 1 year ago

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Kalla | Choi San || Masterlist

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.

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zh0nggucc1 · 11 months 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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iwishiwasrichasfuck · 1 year 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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wooyoungmybelovedhusband · 1 year ago

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ʕ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 3.00 "Qᴜɪᴛ?!" ʔ

ヾᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ : ᴄᴇᴏ! ᴘᴀʀᴋ ꜱᴇᴏɴɢʜᴡᴀ x ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛᴀʀʏ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ヾꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ/ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ : ʜᴇʀᴇ

ヾᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ : ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟʟʏ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ꜱʟᴀᴘ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴛᴜᴘɪᴅ ᴍɪꜱᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ.

ヾᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ : 875

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.

«"Mr.Park what are you doing here? Is there anything you need?» Seonghwa clears his throat, after hearing your words as he regains his composure. «Ms.Hwang, may I know why you're here?» Your brows furrow at his words, not quite understanding the absurdity of his sentence. The corners of your lips twitch trying hard to keep your formal expression as you ask, «Mr.Park, I don't quite understand the context of your sentence, could you please elaborate?»

He clears his throat yet again, «The party hosted by Sumyung group will be starting at 8 o'clock tonight, I'd like for you to be prepared by 6 o'clock with the dress which will be delivered to your house two hours before.» Your left eye twitches in annoyance having your blind date spoiled by the man towering over you, «Mr.Park I think you've been mistaken, I have already appointed Song Hyunju's schedule to be your date for the party. And she has already chosen the dress for the party too.»

Seonghwa's eyebrows knit slightly, but he lets out a low sigh, «I am quite disappointed in you for making such a stupid situation, Ms.Hwang. I hope you know that she has quite the scandal with the CEO of Sumyung group, Lee Dohwan who wouldn't like seeing her as my date. I thought you did your research on the model's social interactions with the people of the Sumyung group.» Your lips tremble a little in shock, and you quickly pull out your phone to look through everything only to find out he was correct. ' "Famous Model Song Hyunju, the ex-girlfriend of Lee Dohwan, the CEO of Sumyung group, was found to have cheated on him, thus their break-up" Stated by Dispatch Korea.'

Fuck, I thought I had checked everything. You raise your head to let your eyes meet his, the same formal expression staying on your face. «I would like to apologise for my mishap, Mr.Park. I promise to not let this kind of mistake occur again, and I will be driving to your apartment at 6 o'clock instead to pick out your suit.» Seonghwa doesn't speak one more word before walking away after giving you a nod.

You let out a long sigh, as you walk your way towards your house. «All this for nothing?»

Just when you reach your house, you hear your phone ring. You walk inside and answer the call without checking the ID. «Y/n-ah didn't you say you'll be free today?» You instantly recognize your sister's voice, «Sadly no, Yeji.» You huff out a sigh but flinch when you hear your older brother Hyunjin's voice, «WHAT? BUT WE WERE GOING TO HAVE OUR SIBLING NIGHT TODAY.»

«Well we can't have that today because I will be having a 'be the stuck-up boss' date' day, today.» You let out all your pent-up frustration caused due to the man who sent you the very long tight-fitting shimmery red dress for you to wear tonight. «Seriously? What's wrong with that Asshole, didn't you ask for a leave?»

«Well, I did, I guess, but now I have to be his date because of a stupid mistake I made.» You look at time and squeak instantly, «Okay Yeji, Hyunjin, I'll call you guys later. I've got to go.»

By the time the clock struck 5:30 p.m, you were dressed in the beautiful red dress which was sent to you, and you had grabbed your purse as you got in your car.

Just as you reach his mansion, you step out of your car, preparing yourself as you take a deep breath before walking in.

You walk in to find no one in the house, no maid in sight, you frown to yourself before walking to his giant closet like you usually did. But your eyes bulged out at the sight, it was the Park Seonghwa, trying to fix his crooked tie. You swiftly snap out of your trance of thoughts, before walking towards him, «"Mr.Park, I'll fix it.»

You set your purse down on the wide glass table just a few metres away from his figure. Seonghwa doesn't flinch at your voice, and you just make your way towards him. You place your hands around the crooked tie, it was usual like any other day since the day you mastered fixing a tie. But you notice the way his breath gets caught in his throat, his Adam's apple bobs slightly.

Your eyes wander up to find his dark sharp eyes looking down at you. You swiftly lower your head back down, trying to ignore the way your cheeks heat up. You mentally slap yourself, but flinch when you hear, «"Are you done Ms.Hwang?"» You swiftly pull the bottom of the tie, fixing it completely before moving away.

«"Let's head to Mr.Park. It's getting late already."»

The whole ride to the party was too silent, but you manage to finally break the silence, «"Mr.Park I've been meaning to tell you this for a week. This may come off as a surprise to you, but I will be quitting."»

«"QUIT?!"»

#ateez #ateez smut #ateez imagines #ateez smut imagines #ateez hard hours #ateez x reader #ateez series #ceo! ateez #ceo! seonghwa #ceo!seonghwa #ceo!au #seonghwa imagines #park seonghwa #seonghwa #seonghwa series #park seonghwa imagines #park seonghwa series #ateez x reader series #seonghwa x reader series

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maximura · 2 years ago

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#Park Seonghwa #Seonghwa #Ateez #HBIC Energy #GangBoss Energy #CEO Energy #D*** Energy #Sl*tty Energy #GQMF Energy #yeah this took me a long time to tidy up #their waiting rooms are absolute chaos lol #as expected #but i have not moved on from this #and the gifs were not enough

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monsta-x-jagi · 2 months ago

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Crown and Chrome - Chapter 5

Synopsis: You finally find out why Kihyun left you

Word count: 5k

Triggers: none

Author’s Note: I am sorry I had to make Jongho the villain

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The Past

As your university semester drew nearer, the number of worries you had about the future began escalating. Kihyun could see it on your face every time you grew quiet and turned your gaze downward as if you literally didn’t want to see what was lying ahead of you.

Today, Kihyun had taken you shopping at your favourite mall. This mall included a number of high end stores, and with you being you, it was a given that you would always be more comfortable spending money than Kihyun, so you usually didn't ask him to accompany you. Hence why today, you were surprised when Kihyun called in the morning and told you to get ready to go shopping.

So now here you were, trying on what’s probably the 6th dress in the newest release of designs while Kihyun sat on a couch and waited for you to show your outfit. Kihyun liked to think he had the patience of a saint, but he had come here with a plan today. There was a store he wanted to take you to and he wanted to get there before the end of the day.

Finally, you came out of the dressing room with all the outfits you tried. “I don’t know which one I should get,” you said with a frown.

Kihyun chuckled and shook his head. “I know even if you don’t buy it today, you’re going to go home and order it, or just wait until next weekend to come here again. Just buy all of it.”

Satisfied with his response, you paid for all your items and asked the store to deliver them to your house since the bags would never fit on Kihyun’s bike. Then you left the store with Kihyun, holding his arm as he steered you to the store he had in mind.

“You know, when I get my first car, we’ll finally be able to bring our shopping home,” you mused.

Kihyun tapped your nose. “I think you mean your shopping, princess. Anyway, we’re here.”

Kihyun took you into a high end jewellery store, heading straight for the counter. This was unlike him, he didn’t wear a lot of jewellery. Kihyun walked up to the very tall young man at the counter and explained he was there to pick up an order.

The man looked up, flicked his gaze between Kihyun and you, and his features contorted to shock when he saw you. “Miss y/n, is that you? It’s been a long time!”

Kihyun looked at you confused. You laughed and patted his arm before replying to the man, “Yeah it has been, Yunho, I didn’t have any events the last few months.”

“So I take it the order is for you then?” Yunho asked looking between you and Kihyun.

Kihyun cast a desperate look at Yunho. You were not meant to know about this until next weekend when you leave for university.

But to your credit, you laughed it off and told Yunho, “No, it’s my boyfriend’s order.” You leaned your head down on Kihyun’s shoulder and smiled brightly.

Yunho’s lips curled into a teasing smile. “Boyfriend huh? Cute, very cute.” Yunho spoke while shuffling behind the counter to grab Kihyun’s order. “Does your family know yet?”

Kihyun felt your grip on his arm tighten. He didn’t need to look at you to know your jaw was tensed as you spoke. “Uhh no, they haven’t met.”

Yunho slid a small bag across the counter with a sad smile. “Perhaps it’s for the best, eh?”

“Well I mean, didn’t your parents accept your decisions finally?” You offered weakly.

“Oh y/n,” Yunho said. “I chose to become a jewellery designer instead of a doctor. Being around diamonds and being with a diamond in the rough are two very different things.”

Later that night, as you and Kihyun were lying in bed at his house, Kihyun continued thinking about what Yunho said. He stared at the ceiling, one hand behind his head and the other drawing patterns on your back while you lay your head on his chest. Speaking more to the room than you, he asked, “Are you happy with me, y/n?”

You lifted your face up from his chest and answered quickly with no hesitation. “Of course I am. Why would I not be?” You furrowed your brows as you scanned his face. “Where is this coming from, baby?”

“Nothing,” Kihyun mumbled without meeting your eyes.

You drew yourself up onto your elbows and crawled up higher so you and Kihyun could be face to face. “Does my family bother you?”

“What? No,” Kihyun replied.

You smiled softly down at him as you brushed some hair off his forehead. “You’re not very convincing… but tell me this. Have you ever seen my parents in the house? Have you ever seen me interact with either of them?”

“No…” Kihyun answered slowly.

“Exactly. They don’t pay that much attention to me. But you on the other hand,” you paused to kiss his forehead, “give me all the attention I want, and I couldn’t be happier.”

Kihyun smiled and picked up your hand from his hair to kiss it and held it above his heart. He then said, “I am glad you feel that way y/n. I want to be able to make you happy. Every single day.”

“And you do. You make sure I eat, you reassure me when I am studying and can’t understand something. Plus you always turn up for all the boring errands I have to run. I don’t think there’s much else I could ask for,” you said while your fingers drummed against his chest soothingly.

You scooted back down to lie on his chest and continued your explanation. “Above all else, you make me feel protected.”

“Um princess, just because I am a biker, doesn’t mean I fight like one,” Kihyun replied.

You smacked his chest lightly. “You know that’s not what I mean. Besides, wasn’t it you who said I have absolutely no regard for my physical safety?”

“Babe, I think everyone who has ever met you would say the same,” Kihyun teased.

“Yeah ok fine.” You rolled your eyes. “But what I meant is that I feel like nothing bad could happen to me when I'm with you. And if something has gone wrong, being with you just makes everything better. It’s like you keep me away from all the bad things in my life.”

Kihyun ran his fingers through your hair while he worked through his thoughts out loud. “I don’t think I deserve praise like that. I don’t even know if I deserve to be with you.”

You buried your face into the crook of his neck. “Don’t say that. I don’t need you to give me everything in life. I just need you to keep loving me.”

The Present

Minhyuk, San and Wooyoung were all seated on the couches in the CEO’s office now. So far, you had explained all the good things that ever happened with Kihyun.

“So he was your first love then?” Minhyuk asked.

“More like her only love,” Wooyoung retorted.

“No, she actually had a pretty good run with Jongho. Her mother even started telling her to invite him on vacations,” Minhyuk explained.

Wooyoung rubbed his hands together. “Man that dinner with the navy is going to be good. Kihyun and Jongho going toe to toe…”

San smacked Wooyoung’s shoulder. “Bro she’s still your CEO, don’t say shit like that.”

Minhyuk ignored the two and asked you, “So how did you and Kihyun end things? We know it wasn’t on good terms but what happened?”

“He left me. Simple as,” you replied with a shrug.

“Left you? What, were you two married or something?” Wooyoung asked giggling.

“No, he just stopped talking to me one day,” you replied.

“Damn. That is cold. And low,” San said.

“No wonder you can’t even look at him during our meetings now,” Wooyoung said.

Minhyuk nodded along and added, “Glad someone else noticed.”

Everyone was quiet for a minute, until San said, “You should wear your sapphire earrings tonight and mess with his head, especially after what Wooyoung pulled in the elevator.”

The other two men turned to you for an explanation.

The Past

The night before your first classes, you and Kihyun were at his loft, spooning on his bed.

“I can’t take you to your first class tomorrow morning, but I know you’re going to do fine,” Kihyun said.

“I hope you’re right. But hey at least I studied over the holidays right?” You said.

Kihyun placed a couple kisses along your shoulder. “Honey, you know you didn’t have to do that. At this rate, you’re going to be able to write your exam with your eyes closed.”

You turned around in his arms to face him. Kihyun’s gentle, content smile faded when you pouted and asked, “What if you forget me while I am gone?”

Kihyun tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear. “Princess, why would you think that?”

“Because you’ll keep working and racing, but I am going to study. You’re going to live your life independently, while I intern at my parents’ company,” you replied.

“But there's nothing bad with that, is there?” Kihyun asked. “You know you can come to my warehouse any time, except…”

“Except when I have class, I know,” you sighed.

Kihyun chuckled and continued. “If I am free, I can take you to class, or pick you up after? We can still do everything we’ve done all summer.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” you said a little dejectedly and nuzzled your face into Kihyun’s chest.

Kihyun ran his fingers through your hair. “Don’t fall asleep baby. I still need to take you home.”

You whined and wriggled in his hold. “Can’t we just stay like this?”

“Alright. Just a little longer then, my love,” Kihyun said and pulled you in tighter.

When Kihyun did take you home, the time you spent saying goodbye outside your house was longer than the ride there. You were sitting sideways on his parked motorbike as he braced his hands on either side of your hips. You looped your hands around his shoulders, content to just stare at his beautiful face.

“I can see your roots now,” you giggled when you saw the streetlight fall on Kihyun’s hair.

“Mmm, remember that time you tried to dye it for me and got Cheeto fingers?” Kihyun grinned.

“I can’t believe you wanted a photo of me like that,” you said, smiling while looking down at your feet.

Kihyun placed his hands on your waist and said, “Hop down for me.” Once you did, he reached behind you to open the under-seat compartment of his motorcycle and took out a photo album. “This is for you.”

Curious, you took the album and started flicking through it. Pictures of you filled the pages, including the one of you with Cheeto fingers. Eventually the pages turned blank.

As if reading your mind, Kihyun said, “I left that section blank so you could add your favourite photos. Do you like it?”

“Kihyun… this is…” you gasped, struggling with your words. “Just… come here.”

You hooked your hand behind his neck and pulled his lips down to yours. As you sucked on his lower lip, he pushed his hips toward yours to hold you against his motorcycle. He leaned down further into the kiss, causing you to momentarily lose your footing. Your little surprised squeak was lost within the kiss as Kihyun entered his tongue into your mouth and made slow movements along the inside of your lips while you arched your back and practically clung to his shoulders.

When you both broke apart, breathless with puffy lips, Kihyun traced your cheekbone and the shell of your ear with his hand, his thumb finally reaching the little pearl earrings you were wearing.

“Pretty,” he breathed as he played with them. “There’s something for you at the end of the album.”

You opened the album again, leaning it against Kihyun’s chest while you flicked to the back. There was a thick envelope attached. Opening it, you found a pair of earrings with teardrop shaped blue stones.

“Will you put them on for me princess?” Kihyun asked as he tried to peer down at your face to gauge your reaction.

You nodded, and pulled out the little card the earrings were attached to.

“Can I take these off you?” Kihyun asked as he lifted his fingers to your pearl earrings.

“Okay.”

Kihyun gently pulled the clasp off each, and tucked the earring into his palm before fitting your new ones on you. When he was done, he scanned your face, admiring your new look. “You look amazing, just like always.”

When Kihyun took your hand to place your old earrings in them, you stopped him. “Keep it. Get Yunho to make them into cufflinks or something.”

The Present

As you got ready for the dinner, you thought over San’s suggestion. Eventually, you gave in and removed your diamond hoops to slide on Kihyun’s sapphire drop earrings before driving your car to the restaurant. The other executives were already waiting at the restaurant for you when you arrived.

Minhyuk waved you over once he saw you. “Miss y/n, you changed your earrings,” he said with a coy smile.

You smiled at the ground and nodded. Leave it to Minhyuk to cause just the right amount of chaos.

“Whoever picked them had a good eye eh?” Minhyuk said, glancing at Kihyun.

Kihyun’s eyes locked with yours at that moment, both of you searching each other’s faces for a reaction that neither of you were willing to give. Kihyun looked away first, and played with the cufflinks of his suit jacket.

“Shall we go in then, Miss y/n?” Kihyun asked and you nodded.

Kihyun walked beside you, looking straight ahead as he led you and the other executives through to the restaurant.. It was the closest you’d stood to him in a long time, so you took the opportunity to give him a sidelong glance and take in his features. Simply put, you were staring, until you eventually got lost in his beauty.

“You look good, y/n.” Kihyun whispered, more to himself than you.

“Hmm what huh?” You blinked, your reverie disrupted when you saw Kihyun speak but didn’t quite catch his words.

Kihyun turned, scanned your face for a few seconds, then smiled. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

He pushed open the door to a private room at the restaurant where the navy officers were already waiting, seated at the table. You immediately recognised Jongho but found another familiar face beside him.

“I.M.?” You gasped to yourself.

Changkyun stood up and walked around the table to you. “Yes noona, it’s me. Technically, it’s Commodore Im now, but you can call me Changkyun. IM was just my racing name.”

“I had no idea you went into the navy! And you’re an officer now? That’s amazing,” you gushed, happy to see a familiar face.

Behind you, Hoseok said to Kihyun, “Looks like your friend is hers now. She really does know everyone who is a someone.”

Kihyun clenched his jaw, but nodded. It’s not like he was worried Changkyun was flirting with you, but the fact that you were gushing over someone from your racing past while acting like you didn’t even remember Kihyun when he first saw you, was irking him off. He walked up to you and Changkyun and touched your arm to get your attention.

Noticing Kihyun’s hand on your arm, Changkyun said, “Hyung, I didn’t know you got back together with noona.”

Instead of saying what he needed to, you and Kihyun sprang apart with his hand jolting off your arm. You knew Jongho at the table saw that. As did the rest of your executive team. You cleared your throat and spoke first, trying to reduce the awkward tension. “We’re not. He’s my investment director.”

“And she’s here on business today. Call her Miss y/n,” Kihyun told Changkyun, his voice growing steadily colder as he held Changkyun’s gaze.

You left Kihyun and Chankgyun to stare down at each other, moved toward the table and pulled out the chair at the middle to sit down. Your executive team followed suit and filled in the spaces beside you. Once they were comfortable, you turned to Minhyuk on your right. “Can you get things started?”

So Minhyuk opened a portfolio and took the navy officers through the architecture department’s designs. Hoseok stepped in each time a question was asked so Minhyuk wouldn’t have to lose his train of thought. The cost related questions were always directed to Kihyun. Hyunwoo and you sat observing it all. Finally, Minhyuk closed his portfolio and looked to you. It was your turn to grill the officers.

And usually, you would go about this in a calm, professional manner, but today, that was proving to be difficult.

“In order to proceed, my firm will need confirmation on by the end of the week,” you stated.

“And you’ll get it,” Jongho said without looking up from his notepad. You noted his insignia was that of a lieutenant.

You pursed your lips. “That didn’t sound reassuring,” you accidentally muttered out loud.

Thankfully (or not), Kihyun heard you and told Jongho, “MX can scrap the tender if we don’t receive confirmation.”

Jongho scoffed and pointed at you with his pen. “No you won’t. That one could never pass up a good deal.”

Your executives could sense the tension. Hyunwoo’s jaw was clenched, Kihyun’s eyes were narrowed and Hoseok was rubbing his knuckles together. Beside you, Minhyuk scrawled something on a sticky note and slid it over to you: stay calm, we’ll handle it. You looked between your executive team and nodded.

“MX has always made the most of resources its been given. Surely you can’t blame us for that,” Hyunwoo began, diplomatically.

“If you’re such a successful company, why would you need a government contract?” Another officer asked. His insignia said he was a commander.

You knew that question was intended for you as the CEO. The answer was simple: profit. But what’s a tactful way to say “military contracts pay big bucks?”

You opened your mouth to speak but Minhyuk tapped your wrist. Wait, he was silently telling you.

Just then, Hoseok stepped in. “MX is looking to expand the range of projects it takes on. Our portfolio is currently very heavy on commercial property.”

“Think of it as a defensive portfolio,” Minhyuk added, ever the mood-maker.

Kihyun rolled his eyes at the pun. Changkyun watched as you stifled a giggle and smirked, looking between you and Kihyun.

He then leaned down the table and asked, “Commander, is your question satisfied?”

“Yes, Commodore,” the lower ranked commander responded.

“Any more questions?”

“Yes, actually,” Jongho said, licking his lips as he spoke. “How does our y/n plan to handle any personal conflicts of interest during this project?”

“Excuse me?” Kihyun hissed, cocking his head. Minhyuk and Hoseok exchanged a worried glance.

You exhaled sharply through your nose and asked. “Is there a conflict of interest you’d like to expand on, Lieutenant? Or perhaps the Commodore?” You asked, looking between Jongho and his superior, Changkyun.

“I see no conflicts,” Changkyun shrugged.

“Commodore, are you aware the CEO of this firm has had two personal relationships with people on this table?” Jongho asked.

Now Changkyun looked confused. Two? Changkyun only knew of Kihyun.

Hyunwoo cleared his throat, hoping to be the peacemaker. “Miss y/n has many close relationships with industry figures. Its simply a byproduct of her schooling.”

“Oh y/n, how many men did you go through?” Jongho shook his head and cackled to himself.

“Lieutenant,” Changkyun warned. “This matter is not relevant.” He bowed his head to you. “I deeply apologise, Miss y/n.”

You heard the slamming of papers beside you from Kihyun. He was seething. “If there is anyone here that cannot handle past personal relationships, its you. This whole meeting, you have not once addressed Miss y/n properly. Instead, you demean her for a series of personal, non-business related, and need I say harmless, choices from her past. I think it’s very clear that this contract…”

“Yoo Kihyun,” you warned, getting him to stop his tirade before he said something you knew your company would regret.

“Oh this is hilarious. Y/n finally found the man who would protect her. Is that why you hired him? And not just him but that blondie too, passing you notes like it’s 4th grade?” Jongho mocked.

“Mmmm, alright, I see how it is,” you rolled your eyes and drawled.

Hoseok nudged Minhyuk almost excitedly. They knew this voice was reserved for when you were going to tear someone apart.

So you loosened a breath and began. ”Alright, Jongho, let’s talk about my personal relationships. If you and I ever had a meaningful personal relationship, then you would know that I draw the line with you insulting my staff. My architecture heads can cover projects in every single architectural discipline. My head engineer has had recruiters seek him out internationally. And my head of investments, the one you say I have a personal relationship with, has handled deals totalling more than this entire state’s military budget. But since you didn’t know any of that, it looks like we never had a meaningful personal relationship.”

Minhyuk smiled openly and proudly while watching you. Kihyun snickered behind his hand.

Taking a breath, you delivered the final blow. “Now Jongho, let me show you what a personal relationship looks like.” You faced Changkyun, and said in a sickly sweet voice, “Changkyunnie, will you do your noona a favour and get her ex-boyfriend to leave?”

Even the calm Hyunwoo’s jaw dropped open when he heard that. Several officers’ eyes widened too.

Changkyun held you gaze, smirking proudly while he spoke. “Lieutenant, you’re dismissed.”

The meeting wrapped up quickly after that. Chankgyun apologised several more times for his lieutenant’s behaviour and the remaining officers didn’t even make eye contact with you. Minhyuk would say that’s equal parts because of your speech and because of Kihyun glaring at anyone who looks your way. At the end of the meeting, Changkyun agreed to review your tender and forward you the contract to look over and sign if you still wished to proceed.

Outside the restaurant, the executives all headed to their own cars, making small talk as they went.

“What’s everyone’s weekend plans?” Hyunwoo asked while stretching his arms in the parking lot.

“My son’s visiting,” Hoseok replied. “His wife is pregnant now actually.”

You gasped excitedly. “Hoseok, that’s wonderful to hear. Let me know when to send something for the baby shower okay?”

Minhyuk laughed at that. “Look at you y/n, living vicariously through us. If you just want to buy small cute things, say that.”

“You know…” Hoseok began with a glint in his eye. “Y/n might not need to live vicariously anymore. I think she has someone, eh?”

“What? No, no, it’s not like that,” you laughed, a little awkwardly since you weren’t sure who the someone Hoseok was referring to was. To move things along, you prompted the others to share their weekend plans as well.

“I'll just work on my bike probably,” Kihyun said with a shrug.

“Bike? Did you know y/n is into that as well? She has a whole garage actually,” Hyunwoo said.

Kihyun’s interest piqued at that. Since when did you have your own garage? You never did any work on bikes back when you were 20. When did you start?

“Well I am just going to sleep. Maybe get lunch with Hyungwon,” Minhyuk added, while rummaging for his keys. By now, all five of you had reached your vehicles, all of which were parked close to each other.

“Sounds fun,” you said with a nod as you watched Minhyuk get into his horrendously yellow car that matched his sunshine personality.

Hoseok did the same, moving to his black Range Rover. As he unlocked the door, he turned round and said, “I almost forgot y/n. Enjoy your date this weekend.”

“Uh sorry, date?”

“Ah so it’s still the early stages then? That’s okay, you two will make a cute couple,” Hoseok said, while getting comfortable in his car.

Hyunwoo, who never kept up with the gossip, looked at you incredulously. “Oh have you met someone recently? What’s he like?”

“Didn’t you know? It’s Wooyoung from investments. You know, that boy that’s always hanging out with San,” Hoseok explained to Hyunwoo while he started his engine.

“Ahhh, I see, so you finally allowed San to set you up with someone. I’m sure he’s a very handsome fella then, just like San,” Hyunwoo replied as he too got into his car.

You didn’t get a chance to explain before both Hoseok and Hyunwoo closed their car doors, waved goodbye and drove away.

This left you and Kihyun in the parking lot.

Kihyun cleared his throat, and approached a motorbike that had been hidden behind the cars earlier. As Kihyun was putting on his helmet, he said, “I’ll get going then, y/n. See you…”

“I am not dating Wooyoung,” you blurted out, cutting off Kihyun.

Kihyun paused. So then what had he seen on the elevator during lunch? Kihyun swallowed and tried to speak tactfully. “I see. It’s okay. If this is about what Jongho said during dinner, don't worry, nobody is mad at you.”

You looked down at you feet to collect you thoughts before speaking. “I didn’t quite mean it like that but… oh well, doesn't matter.”

“Yes it does. I wish it went smoothly today. Then you wouldn’t have to be humiliated by Jongho like that,” Kihyun said with an edge to his voice. “I should have looked into it more when you said he was in the military.”

“Aww Ki, it’s not your fault,” you said gently, taking a step closer to him. Kihyun almost second guessed it when he heard the cute nickname, but you didn't seem to have noticed what you said as you continued speaking. “I am still grateful you had a contact.”

Kihyun chuckled softly. “Well, I think my so-called contact liked you more than he liked me.”

“True. I never thought your contact would be someone I’d recognise. Plus, we got lucky that Changkyun is a commodore,” you mused.

“Yeah he joined the navy sometime around when I sold the warehouse,” Kihyun added as he leaned against his bike, content to continue what was probably the longest conversation you two had shared so far.

You cocked your head, processing his words. “Wait, sold the warehouse? When was that?”

Kihyun’s eyes widened realising his mistake. “Uhh what I meant is I sold a warehouse, but it wasn’t mine.”

He pushed off his bike and stood up straighter while you made quick strides to him and closed the distance between you two. He didn’t make an attempt to move away from you. You stood so close you could could’ve caged him with you arms if they weren’t occupied by your bag.

He studied your face as you looked up at him with your brows scrunched. Kihyun wasn’t sure what you were about to do, and he was shocked by how cold your voice was when you spoke., “But you did sell your warehouse. The one we always met in.”

Kihyun didn’t reply. Neither could he meet your gaze at that.

You gave a mirthless chuckle and continued. “Did you honestly think I wouldn’t find out? It took one day, one fucking day and a report my colleague handed me to find out what happened. To find out exactly who you sold that warehouse to.”

You were angry. You were hurt. Kihyun could see the tears pooling in your eyes and how you were clenching your fists. “Y/n, it’s not what you think,” he began.

You stepped even closer to him, chests almost brushing. “I am not an idiot Kihyun. That warehouse was private property, your property, and MX acquired it. My firm. You’ve seen me study property law so you know I know what that means.”

You started accentuating words with your fist so Kihyun clasped both of your clenched hands gently and brought them to his chest. “Y/n, baby, I was just trying to protect you.”

“What were you trying to do? Make me chase you by leaving the rights to that entire plot of land under my mother’s company? Was it to stake some claim so you could come crawling back one day?”

“Please, y/n, it’s not like that,” Kihyun said, biting his lip and looking down.

“Do you honestly expect me to believe that?” Your voice became lower, punctuated with angry hisses. “You fucking sold your warehouse to my mother’s company, and disappeared without another word to me, asshole.”

“You’re right, princess, and you have every right to be mad at me,” Kihyun moved your closed fists to one hand and reached out to cup your face with his other hand, but you stopped him.

You loosened one of your hands from his grasp to grab his wrist and push his hand away from your face. “You don’t get to call me princess, not after what you did.”

“Baby, please believe me, it was the only way I could protect you,” Kihyun pleaded. He still kept one of your hands on his chest, while you brought his hand down to his side and lightly linked your fingers together.

In a more measured voice than earlier, you said, “Do you know what it was like to walk into that warehouse and find it empty? Do you know how it felt when the first project they gave me at MX was to redevelop your warehouse like it meant nothing to me?”

“Y/n, I am sorry. For everything,” he said.

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bombuni · 20 days ago

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also working on updating the masterlist and finally getting to requests! i will have more time in the next month for the blog dw i did not abandon u guys :)

#also the jongho ig drop did fuel my fire #my rich ceo daddy jongho dream….ahhh #ateez #bom text

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kflixnet · 8 months ago

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[MDNI] Check out our member Nat’s smut oneshot!

WITH SUGAR

♔ PAIRING — san x reader

♔ GENRE — smut, sugar daddy au, ceo au, sugar daddy!san, ceo!san, aged up!san, fem!reader, dom!san, sub!reader

♔ WARNINGS — smut, public sex (in an office/workplace), oral (f receiving), use of pet names (sweetheart/good girl), daddy/sir kink, sexual language

♔ WORD COUNT — 1.9k

♔ SUMMARY — “you have the sweetest taste. i’m addicted to it.”

your heels clacked rhythmically on the marble floor. the sound was hallow and echoed against the walls as you made your way through the hall. your vision was focused straight ahead, the few people that were around mere silhouettes in your periphery. you were steadfast, drawing closer to the all too familiar double doors you walked in and out of every day.

your grip tightened around the warm cup of coffee when you were only a few strides away from the double doors. you straightened your posture and inhaled. this was all routine. you did this every morning — deliver your boss’ coffee to him. just one of your many tasks as his secretary. you stopped just outside the doors and looked over the coffee cup, recounting in your head his exact order. he was very particular about how his coffee was prepared, and every morning you always felt a little nervous that something might be wrong or out of place. he was a man who knew what a liked and what he didn’t, and you were always eager to please.

your knuckles tapped against one of the doors to alert the man on the other side of your presence before you allowed yourself in. you were met with the usual sight of his grand office, with him dutifully working away at his desk in the center. as you approached, his head lifted to acknowledge you. on the outside you were every bit the collected secretary, but on the inside your heart was skipping at the sight of a small smile breaking across his face.

“ah, ms. y/l/n, you’ve arrived right on time.” san’s polite welcome made you smile as you neared his desk. he watched you as you placed his coffee in front of him, and smiled up at you with a nod. “as reliable as ever, ms. y/l/n.”

“of course, sir,” you responded gratefully. you took a few steps back to put some appropriate space between yourself and his desk before linking your hands behind your back. “is there anything else i can do for you, mr. choi?”

he reached for his coffee as he shook his head. “no, you’re good to go. i’ll send for you as needed, of course.” you nodded once just as he brought the cup to his lips, turning towards the doorway to make your exit. you were only a few strides away before your name was called.

“ms. y/l/n, how exactly did you order my coffee this morning?” you turned to see him eyeing his coffee with furrowed brows.

your heart fluttered. “i ordered it as i always do, sir. i even made sure to ask for extra sugar, just the way you like.”

san frowned at his cup of coffee as he placed it on his desk. he pushed it further away from him like it disgusted him to even look at it. “it wasn’t nearly sweet enough. much too bitter for my liking. certainly someone forgot the extra sugar.”

“perhaps i can revisit the cafe, and get you a new coffee —”

he waved dismissively. “don’t worry about it.” he sighed and stood from his chair. he stepped around the desk, drawing closer to you while you remained in place. with every step closer, the air inside the office changed. you weren’t sure when or why it had happened, but a switch had been flipped. the man before you morphed from your boss to something way less professional, something you typically only saw after office hours.

your breath caught in your throat when his hands grazed your sides, his fingers running along the dip of your waist. you were overwhelmed by his proximity and the scent of his cologne. you met his gaze which had grown much darker now, much more dangerous. you opened your mouth to speak, but he quieted you with a thumb to your lips.

“i think i have a much better idea to make up for the lack of sugar,” san said, voice low and sultry. he smirked, and you felt butterflies erupt in the pit of your stomach. “bend over my desk, and take off your panties.”

your face was hot from his words. “wait, are you sure —”

“yes, now do as i say, sweetheart.”

sweetheart. when he called you that, you always did as you were told. your dynamic with him went beyond that of a ceo and his secretary. he showered you with riches, and you gave him your body. it was a win-win situation for you, though you never imagined he’d ever attempt to explore this part of your relationship in his own office during hours. your front met the edge of his desk, and after pushing away some of the paperwork, you leaned forward until you were pressed flat over it.

“panties. off.” his voice was firm. you hiked your dress up over your hips, exposing yourself to his view. you pulled at the lace fabric of your panties, slipping them down your thighs until they fell on their own to the floor around your ankles. you kicked them to side, and now you were fully bare for the man just behind you. you heard his shoes against the floor as he closed the distance between you.

you sighed when his clothed erection pressed into you. you moaned at the hardness of him, skin erupting in goosebumps when his hands palmed your ass.

“that’s a good girl,” he praised, and though you couldn’t see it, he smirked at the sight of you beneath him, bent over his desk. “now, stay just like this for me. you can keep quiet, can’t you?”

before you could answer, two of his fingers rubbed at your clit. you bit your lip hard, and nodded at him. you feared that if you tried to speak, moans would spill out. you remained mostly silent while his fingers toyed with your sex, but nothing could’ve prepared you for what he did next.

san was on his knees, your pussy right in his face. he was so quick you almost didn’t even register that he’d moved until you felt the press of his tongue against your clit. his tongue licked a long stripe over your folds, collecting your wetness. he groaned just as your back arched.

“san!” his name escaped your lips at the jolt of pleasure. just the mere press of his tongue against you had you arching over his desk. his hands gripped your thighs tightly.

san pulled his tongue away from you at the sound of his own name. “i’m sorry, what was that, sweetheart?”

you realized your mistake. “daddy,” you amended. you felt him kiss your sex and mewled at the contact.

“that’s better. now,” san sucked on your clit, “be quiet. wouldn’t want the others in the office to hear me make a mess of you, would we?”

you responded with a simple nod, though you weren’t sure he could even see it from his place on the floor. you relaxed over the desk just as he resumed his feasting, face pressing into the cool, wooden surface. you felt immensely exposed like this, dress hiked up your body and lower half bare, san beneath you with his face full of your cunt. from this angle, anyone could’ve walked in and had a direct view of the debauchery unfolding here. the doors were not locked, and as ceo, san was certainly a popular man amongst the office. the threat of being caught didn’t seem to bother him, and to be honest, you felt excitement when you should’ve felt nervous. there wasn’t much room to think of anything other than his tongue and the pleasure it provided.

san’s tongue lapped at your cunt like it was the most delectable meal he’d ever tasted, like it was some sweet treat he’d been craving. he inhaled your scent and savored the flavor of you. there was something intoxicating about your pussy, something so addicting. san definitely had a sweet tooth, and you were the perfect indulgence. he found himself unable to pull away, not even caring for the need to breathe. he sucked on your clit and released it with a pop! “you have the sweetest taste. i’m addicted to it.”

you couldn’t respond, not when it was taking everything in your power not to dissolve into a moaning mess on his desk. you lifted your head to gaze outside the large window, watching the concrete jungle outside. the city was bustling and busy as usual, all the people within the buildings nearby unaware of the sin happening within this office. you hoped the city view would offer some sort of a distraction, but san’s tongue plunging into your hole took up every single one of your senses and flooded them with pleasure. you covered your mouth with your hand when a moan came dangerously close to slipping out.

“you’re sweeter than sugar, sweetheart. and i’d be happy to let my teeth rot if it meant i could have you on my tongue forever.” san’s words were whispered against your sex like a reverent promise. his lips moved over you while his spoke, only pushing you closer to the edge. “doing so good for me, so so good.”

his praise offered some encouragement as you began to grow insane from the pleasure. you were biting your hand now just to keep quiet. you needed to cum soon or else you’d end up disobeying him. your hips began to move, grinding your sex against his face in desperation.

san laughed, grip on your thighs tightening to keep your hips still. “is my sweetheart desperate to cum, huh?” when you didn’t respond verbally, he patted your thigh. “use your words, sweetheart.”

you exhaled shakily, releasing your hand from your mouth. “yes, daddy. i need to cum so bad…”

he hummed, using his thumbs to spread your pussy open. you were absolutely soaked, slick glistening over your folds. he almost came in his pants from the sight. “okay, sweetheart. cum for me like the good little girl you are.”

he fucked you with his tongue until stars exploded in your vision. you came on his tongue in a rush, pleasure surging through your veins. you shook over his desk, crumbling under the weight of the euphoria. san lapped and sucked until you began to come down from the high. you felt him trail kisses on your thighs before he got up from his knees.

san pulled your dress down to cover you. “you did so well for me.” his gaze shifted to the long forgotten cup of coffee sitting on his desk not too far from you. “and you were better than any sweetener.”

with his help, you lifted from his desk to stand. your legs were wobbly in your post orgasm state, and you wished you hadn’t decided to wear heels. your eyes found san’s before dropping to his still hardened cock. “daddy, what about you?”

san chuckled as he looked down. he was throbbing in his pants, cock feeling more than a little neglected. “we’ll worry about that later, sweetheart. i need you to go back to work now.”

you watched him reach down to retrieve your panties. heat rose to your cheeks. when you reached to take them, he jerked them just out of your grasp. you looked at him with confusion.

he smirked, stuffing the panties into his suit pocket. “i didn’t say you’d be getting these back. we are far from finished, sweetheart.” he leaned forward to graze his lips across your ear. “i will see you again after hours like usual. now, go back to work, ms. y/l/n.”

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armpirate · 1 month ago

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Kalla | Choi San || Chapter 30

MASTERLIST Previous || Next

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.

At least until she received a call from her friend.

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

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.

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: 21 minutes

Chapter warnings: smut, dirty talk, dom!San, punishment, spanking, cockwarming

San blinked his eyes open, his head heavy from the previous night's drinking. The soft light of morning filtered through the curtains, casting a pale glow over the room. As his senses slowly returned, he realized something was different -he wasn't alone. Something felt light on his stomach.

Y/n was beside him, her body curled under the blanket, breathing softly in her sleep. For a moment, San just stared, his mind still foggy, trying to piece together the events of the night before. The pojangmacha, the drinks, his clumsy attempts at being romantic... and then somehow, they had ended up here.

He shifted slightly, careful not to disturb her and making sure her arm would remain around him, but his eyes couldn't help lingering on her face. She looked peaceful, her features relaxed and soft in sleep. San felt a strange mix of emotions wash over him -part of him wanted to pull away, to create some distance, but the other part... the part he usually kept buried deep... wanted to stay close.

Y/n stirred, her eyes fluttering open slowly. She blinked up at him, still half-asleep, and caught him staring. For a moment, there was a silent exchange between them -no words, just the quiet realization that they were in bed together, inches apart. Sex wasn't to blame for it. And, honestly, alcohol wasn't it either. He was dizzy, just a funny drunk that could've managed himself if she had decided to send him back home in a taxi.

—Good morning —she mumbled, her voice still groggy as she smiled lazily at him.

San's heart skipped a beat. He didn't know why, but something about this moment -about her looking at him like that- made him feel more exposed than any of their nights together had before. He swallowed, unsure of what to say.

—Morning —he finally muttered, his voice rough from sleep.

Y/n shifted, stretching slightly before turning back towards him, her hand resting gently on his chest. The gesture was casual, as if she'd done it a hundred times before, but it sent a jolt through San's entire body. He stiffened instinctively, not used to that type of closeness outside of one of their sessions or the aftercare that came with it.

She snuggled into him, her head resting against his shoulder, her body molding to his side. San's heart raced in his chest, his muscles tense as he tried to process what was happening. That wasn't part of their usual dynamic -it was something softer, something that felt more... vulnerable.

For a few seconds, he debated pulling away. This kind of closeness, this kind of tenderness -it wasn't something he was used to. But as he felt the warmth of her body against his, the steady rhythm of her breathing, something inside him softened.

Slowly, almost hesitantly, he allowed himself to relax. His arm, which had been stiff at his side, moved slightly, wrapping around her shoulders in a loose embrace. He felt her sigh contentedly against him, her fingers tracing light patterns on his chest. The touch was so gentle, so intimate in its simplicity, that San found himself exhaling a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. And that made her smile. The man that always kept a safe distance, and that assured her he felt different about her, was letting himself go, just accepting what she was giving him.

He closed his eyes for a moment, letting himself feel the weight of her in his arms, the quiet peace that came with holding her like this. It was foreign, yes -but not unwelcome. In fact, it was something he'd secretly been waiting for. Wanting, even if he'd never admit it aloud.

Y/n shifted slightly, adjusting to get more comfortable against him, her head tucked under his chin now.

—You're warm —she murmured, her voice soft and content.

San's lips quivered into a small smile, one she couldn't see. It was such a simple and random compliment, yet it almost made him fold.

—So are you —he replied quietly.

The silence between them stretched on, but it wasn't uncomfortable. For once, San didn't feel the need to say anything, to explain himself or fill the gaps with words. Being there, with her in his arms, felt enough.

And as he held her close, feeling her presence settle against him, San realized that this -the quiet, intimate moment- was something he had been missing. Something he had been waiting for, without even knowing it.

He wasn't sure where things would go from there, or how he felt about the emotions stirring inside him. But for now, he was content to just be there, with her.

—What are you thinking?

—Did I make a fool of myself last night? —he asked, eyebrow lifting when he looked down at her.

—Hmm... no... just a little bit —she confessed—. It was cute though.

—Cute?

—Really cute —she nodded—. It's the first time someone has tried to mold into what I like —she mumbled, playing with the neck of his shirt—. Can I ask you something?

San didn't answer with words, instead he looked down at her, giving her a look that assured her she could ask whatever she wanted.

—The other day you said our dynamic was different, that your needs with me were different, you talked about exclusivity outside the Spadix, and now you're trying to fit into the type of guy I like —her eyes shined for a brief moment before asking the question—, do you like me?

—Yes.

—I'm not talking about attraction. Our chemistry is insane, sex is mind-blowing, but I'm talking about something deeper.

—I know —he nodded—. I like you. I think about you when you're not around, I can't keep my eyes off you when you're in the office, and I don't feel like hiding everything about me, because I know I can trust you in opening up.

Y/n had noticed the way San left the door to his office open, the same one that always remained closed when she started working for him. She also noticed how San went from speaking to her in Korean all the time, to making random questions in English to get her to speak, to going on full conversations in English despite her controlling her oral expression in his language. All of them were such small gestures that she didn't notice them for what they were, and now all of them were hitting her like a brick.

—Is it the type of "like" that's temporary, or is it the type of "like" that makes you want to know that person better and think of building something?

—I'm not an expert in dating, but for what I know, there's only one type of liking someone, the rest is all bullshit.

Her cheeks started to burn by the way he was looking at her, and it took San only a second to move his dumb over the light red skin while smiling.

—If I'm not wrong, it's nice to know if the other person feels the same way.

—Hmm, I don't know...

She tried to move away, attempting to get out of the bed, but Y/n was only able to sink her knee on the mattress and pull her torso up before San grabbed her by the wrist and pushed her back on the bed. All she could do was giggle when he was over her, a hand on the curve of her neck to feel how her pulse kept racing up with his touch.

—Don't play with me.

—I might like you —his other hand pinched her side, making her squirm under him—. Okay, okay... I like you.

But the way her tone wasn't clear, and there were some words floating in the air without her mentioning them alerted him there was more to it.

—But I want to take it slow —she confessed.

Although it had been months since she got out of her relationship with Andy, she wanted to make sure everything worked between them. She wanted to be able to see the red flags before they were all over her face the way it happened with her ex boyfriend. They needed time, they needed deep conversations, they needed dumb conversations, they needed quality time. And, more specifically, she needed to make sure San was serious about his confession before she got her hopes up, because she knew just how hard it was to get up from such a hard crash.

—Vocal and clear, just how I like it.

San's lips trapped hers while she was still waiting for another response from him, feeling overwhelmed by how easily he always made her mind go blank and her worries wash away. Her back slightly arched when he moved his fingertips on the scalp of her nape.

But before he could slide his tongue inside her open mouth, the door was wide open, with Seonghwa quickly realizing he got in the middle of something.

—I didn't... that you were here —he nervously mentioned, pointing at San—. Sorry.

Y/n moved under him, dragging her body up to sit in front of him, dedicating an apologizing look.

—I made Kimchi pancakes! —he screamed from the other side.

Y/n and San exchanged a look, bursting into laughter as soon as they were finally aware of the situation.

Misuk strode confidently into the hotel lobby, her heels clicking sharply against the polished floor as she adjusted the sleek jacket draped over her shoulders. Her eyes scanned the elegant surroundings, the plush furniture and modern décor that spoke of the luxury San had so carefully crafted. But her attention wasn't on the design of the place -it was on San. The same man who had always been out of reach since they crossed paths.

She had arranged the meeting under the pretense of discussing potential business ventures, though her true motives lay elsewhere. Misuk had always admired him from afar, intrigued by his quiet intensity, his aloof demeanor that only made him more enigmatic. There was something about him that had drawn her in, and she wasn't the type to shy away from what she wanted.

As she approached the reception desk, her gaze landed on San, standing just beyond the main desk, discussing something with one of his staff members. His sharp suit, the composed way he carried himself -everything about him exuded authority and control. Her heartbeat quickened at the sight.

But then, her eyes shifted to the woman standing beside him. Y/n.

Something about the way Y/n moved, the way she glanced at San with a familiarity that Misuk hadn't seen before, made Misuk pause. She squinted slightly, her brows knitting together as she studied her. There was an air of something unspoken between them, something she couldn't quite put her finger on. It was subtle, but there.

As she approached them, she couldn't quite tell what was so familiar about her. She had the feeling that there was something escaping her. Misuk couldn't shake the feeling that she had seen her somewhere before, but she couldn't place where. Her mind raced, flicking through memories like a rolodex of faces and places, but nothing concrete came to mind.

San, noticing Misuk's approach, glanced up and offered a polite nod in greeting.

—Misuk —he said in that low, measured tone of his, always formal, always just out of reach—. You're early.

—It's not often we catch up —Misuk smiled, pushing the thoughts of Y/n aside for the moment—. I didn't want to waste any of your time —she replied smoothly, stepping closer to him.

San's response was a curt nod, his expression unreadable as always. But even as he spoke with Misuk, Y/n's presence remained like an unspoken tension in the air.

Misuk's gaze flicked back to the woman next to him, who was quietly waiting to be acknowledged. Something about her posture, the way she carried herself, nagged at Misuk's mind. She had this aura -confident, but also slightly withdrawn, like someone who had seen more than she let on.

San's voice brought Misuk back to the present.

—Let's head to my office —he said, gesturing toward the hallway that led to his private meeting room.

Y/n followed them up close, as soon as they began walking, only stopping when Misuk suddenly stopped in front of his door to turn to her.

—You can wait here —she commanded, in such an entitled tone that left her confused.

—She'll come —San snapped back, letting Misuk know he was the one making those decisions—. Y/n is my assistant and she is professional, whatever we discuss here won't leave these walls —San glanced at her, his expression remaining neutral—. Come in, Y/n.

Misuk smiled, faking as much comfort as she could, before she finally nodded. It was so curious to her how San went from hurrying to kick her out to including her in his meetings.

San didn't respond, his eyes remained focused ahead as he walked towards his seat, but Misuk couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this woman than met the eye.

Y/n stood by the door, her back straight and her hands clasped neatly in front of her. She wasn't supposed to be involved in that meeting -it was just a quick discussion between San and Misuk about some potential changes he had been thinking about- but San had asked her to be present as a witness, and she wasn't one to question his requests.

The meeting room was quiet, the air cool from the soft hum of the air conditioner. Misuk sat confidently across from San, her body language assertive, leaning slightly forward as if she were trying to close the distance between them. The conversation had started off professionally enough -Misuk talking about potential investments, market trends, and how they could expand the hotel's offerings. But it didn't take long for the atmosphere to shift.

Y/n noticed the change almost immediately. Misuk's tone grew softer, more personal, and she began to steer the conversation away from business. Her laughter became more frequent -light, overly sweet, and aimed solely at San. Her posture, too, had shifted. No longer focused on the business at hand, she seemed more interested in him, her eyes lingering on him longer than they should. And Y/n wondered if that woman even remembered that she was there.

—So, San —Misuk said, her voice honeyed and low—, it's been quite a while since we've had any time to talk... outside of business. It's so difficult to catch you —she gave him a coy smile, one that was obviously meant to draw him in.

San, however, remained completely unfazed. He sat back in his chair, his expression unreadable as always, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrest.

—I have a lot on my plate, Misuk —he replied evenly, his voice cool—. The hotel requires my full attention.

Undeterred, Misuk leaned forward slightly, her gaze locking onto his. His attention wasn't only on the hotel, and she knew. The fact that he was acting like she hadn't caught him with someone in the Spadix almost felt insulting, but she let it pass.

—Oh, I'm sure you could make time for the right kind of company —she said, her tone suggestive—. After all, it's not just business that keeps a person going, right? You should know that better than anyone.

Y/n felt a strange, uncomfortable twist in her stomach as she watched the interaction unfold. She wasn't surprised by Misuk's approach -it was painfully obvious what she was trying to do- but the subtlety of her desperation was almost unbearable to witness.

San, on the other hand, seemed immune to it. He glanced at Misuk briefly before turning his attention to the tablet in front of him, tapping through some documents.

—I appreciate the offer —he said flatly—, but I'm not interested in mixing personal matters with business. It never works out.

Y/n had a brief moment of panic when he pronounced those words, although the quick comforting glance he dedicated at her, and that went unnoticed to a self-absorbed Misuk, calmed her down almost instantly.

Misuk's smile faltered for a fraction of a second, but she quickly recovered, her tone shifting to one of playful insistence.

—Oh, come on, San. Surely you can relax a little.

There was a brief pause, during which San's eyes flickered up again, meeting Y/n's from across the room. For a moment, something passed between them -an acknowledgment of the absurdity of the situation, perhaps- and Y/n made sure to let him know while rolling her eyes for a brief moment.

—I find my work fulfilling enough —when San finally responded, his voice was even more distant than before—. Besides, I prefer to keep things professional —he said, his tone final.

Misuk laughed again, though this time it sounded more forced.

—Always so serious —she repeated, shaking her head with a mock sigh—. You really should let loose sometime, San, let go of all those rules. I'm sure it would do wonders for you.

—Rules have always worked for me.

—It seems like you've been letting go of some of them though.

Her reply went instantly back to the mystery woman she saw him with. If she knew something about San, it was how strict he was on who he spent time with in the Spadix. Face exposed so he knew who he was doing it with, no alcohol involved to make sure that person was able to be completely conscious of everything going on. Yet he was seen with a woman covering her face.

Y/n shifted slightly where she stood, trying to suppress the urge to roll her eyes. It was almost embarrassing, watching how hard Misuk was trying, how transparent her attempts at flirting had become. She didn't even seem to care that Y/n was in the room, witnessing every awkward, one-sided advance. At some point it even seemed she was doing it on purpose, marking a territory that didn't need to be marked, because San's opinion was clear.

But he wasn't giving in. He remained polite but distant, making it clear with every response that there was no possibility of them becoming anything more than business acquaintances. His words were cold, detached -he wasn't playing into her game, no matter how many times she tried to push the conversation into more personal territory.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Misuk seemed to realize that her efforts were going nowhere. She straightened up slightly, her smile now more strained than before.

—Well —she said, her tone suddenly businesslike again—, I suppose we should wrap up. Thank you for your time, San.

San nodded, standing up from his chair with a calm, composed grace.

Thank you for coming —he said, his voice polite but distant—. We'll be in touch if we move forward with any of the proposals.

Misuk stood as well, through her eyes lingered on San for just a moment longer, as if she were hoping for some last-minute change of heart. When none came, she turned to leave, her heels clicking sharply on the floor as she walked toward the door.

As she passed Y/n, Misuk gave her a brief glance, something almost predatory in her eyes. There was an unspoken challenge in that regard, as if Misuk had realized there was more to Y/n's presence than just business. And, of course, she wasn't going to miss the chance to push her buttons.

—If you ever look for someone new, you know I'm always ready for you —she turned to him—. We almost did, and it was amazing.

Y/n held her ground, her expression neutral. She wasn't about to give Misuk the satisfaction of reacting, even if the entire exchange had left her feeling unsettled.

As soon as the door closed behind Misuk, the room fell into a heavy silence. San remained by his desk, his hands resting on the surface as he let out a soft sigh, his expression hard to read.

Y/n didn't say anything at first, unsure of whether or not to break the silence. But then, San's voice cut through the quiet.

—Did that look as desperate as it felt? —he asked, a rare hint of dry humor in his tone.

Y/n couldn't help but smile faintly, her tension easing just a bit.

—She was persistent —she replied, keeping her tone diplomatic.

—Persistent is one way to put it —San glanced at her, a small, knowing smirk pulling at the corner of his lips—. What's with the long face?

—You almost did? —Y/n's eyes narrowed, with her hands placed at her hips, unable to hold back the question— I thought you never had anything with her.

—It was long before you came into the picture —he assured her—. I made the mistake of thinking having sex with her was a good way to get you out of my head. It was over before we could start.

San lifted his hand, moving his fingers in the air to motion her to walk in his direction, but Y/n stood in that same position.

—If I'm the one who has to go there, you won't like the consequences.

But instead of moving, her head tilted to the side while glancing at him one challenging look. She wasn't bothered anymore about that one Misuk's comment, but she certainly wanted to see what that consequence would consist of.

His tongue slid down his upper teeth, while he smiled looking away from her. His palm laid on the table to get up from his place, walking towards her slowly, like he was walking towards a prey. Unconsciously, she stepped back, until her back was trapped against the wood and her chest against his body.

His hand moved past her waist, turning the lock to make sure no one would disturb them, the click making her throat close under his intimidating gaze.

—Get naked.

—N... now?

He didn't answer, he knew the answer to that question was obvious.

San moved away from her again, walking towards the two chairs in front of his desk to pull one of them out and turn it in her direction. His sigh was heavy as he sat on it, watching her take off each one of her clothes, except for her underwear, his lifted hand once she got rid of her pants stopped her from completely exposing her body.

—Now come here.

She gulped thick, slow, hesitant, forgetting how to breath once San sat straight and motioned her to bend over his legs.

—No.

—Did you just say no?

—I'll fall.

—Y/n, bend over.

Her core throbbed at his authoritative tone, willing to do whatever he wanted as long as he kept that tone with her.

His legs felt hard against her stomach as she laid over his lap and, despite being able to find some support on her legs, she felt like losing balance at any time. His hands were soft when he traced the curve of her ass, only to bring her back to reality when he pulled up from her panties, making the fabric slide through her folds to completely expose her cheeks.

—This ass is going to look so good in red after those ten spanks —he mumbled, caressing her soft skin—. Count out loud each spank. If I don't hear you, I'll add five more. Got it?

—Yes.

When he laid the first spank, she was shocked by the way it echoed among the silence rather than the itchy pain on her skin, taking a little too long to process what was going on before she started to count. With each loud clap of his palm, her legs trembled and her body moved forward, her voice started to crack after the fourth one, hand gripping on his dress pants. She thought her main worry would be not losing her balance and falling, but there she was, trying to distract herself from the fact that she was as aroused and needy as never before, feeling her panties drenched and her clit asking for attention. And it only got worse when she felt his bulge on her side, making her think of the ending that could have.

She was eager for it to end, especially when he moved his hand from one cheek to another, barely touching her core. Y/n was sure San would do her right there, moving her body as he pleased, sitting her on his lap and moving his legs up before he pounded into her until they both got to their release.

The last spank was laid, and his fingers moved her panties aside, letting her hear how wet she was when he moved his digit over her entrance. That image in her head was closer to reality, she knew it.

—You're so wet and ready for me to slide in right now —he groaned.

It was happening, she was sure.

—Too bad it's not what I planned.

Her hopes flew out the window when he moved his fingers away, placing her panties properly and helping her get up.

—Why does it always have to be what you planned? —she complained, as soon as she was able to face him.

—What did you want?

—I want to be fucked, here and now —she exploded—. And I know you want it, too.

San didn't answer right away. He stood up, his boner clearly visible under those pants as he got closer to tower over her, two fingers pinching her chin to force her to keep her gaze on his eyes when she felt too weak and too tempted to look away.

—If I had to follow what I wanted, my cock would be buried in you all the damn time. So hard and rough you'd be begging me to stop.

Instead of scaring her away, he knew the look in her eyes when he confessed how bad he wanted her.

—You want my dick in you so bad, huh? —he traced her lower lip with care— Pick up all of your clothes and put them inside that closet over there —he pointed with his head towards the small gabinet at the right of the door—. Your panties and bra, too.

Y/n did what he asked, ready to lose her senses, to feel her throat burning by keeping her moans to herself. But when she turned around, she was confused at finding him sitting behind his desk again.

—Unlock the door and come here.

And again, she followed. The click announced that anyone could walk in on them and, instead of making her nervous, it created a new rush in her that encouraged her to walk towards him.

His length was free, hard and thick outside his pants, with the tip shining while being coated with some of the precum leaking at just the sight of her naked.

—Sit on it —he commanded—. And don't move. I gotta work on something that needs to be done by eleven.

Her channel was so ready for him that he slid in with no problem when she moved down, legs hanging on each side of his, before he dragged his chair forward to start typing on his laptop like they weren't connected under the table.

Her frustration peaked the first few minutes, feeling herself leaking down on him, unable to move because she knew the aftermath of it would be even worse than that.

It wasn't until fifteen minutes later that he drew his attention back to her. His fingers moved slowly on her clit, getting all the hairs in her body to raise while he enjoyed her desperation for some relief.

—No one will step here without knocking first —he assured her, calming down a worry that didn't even cross her mind at that point—. But I doubt you're even worried about someone walking in without my permission, and catching you this way. You don't care at all.

Her back arched when he twirled some circles closer to the swallow button, squeezing tight his length.

—Stop clenching around me —he warned her, moving his fingers away—. I have little self control towards you, so don't give me a reason to give up on it, for your own good. Sunshine? —he called her, after not hearing any response from her.

—I just need you so bad —she whined.

—I know —he kissed her shoulder—. But behave well, and I'll give you the surprise I prepared for you tonight.

If before she needed to find excuses to push him to the edge and get what she wanted, now she needed to control herself so he wouldn't take back whatever was ready for that night.

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❥ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ʀɪɢʜᴛ [ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ]

ヾ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ : ᴄᴇᴏ! ᴘᴀʀᴋ ꜱᴇᴏɴɢʜᴡᴀ x ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛᴀʀʏ! ꜰ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ヾɢᴇɴʀᴇ : ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛᴀʀʏ ᴋɪᴍ ᴀᴜ, ᴏꜰꜰɪᴄᴇ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ.

ヾᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ : ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ, ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ᴇᴛᴄ.

ヾᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ : @azriel-owns-my-heart @taehyungisminee @toxicccred @cherryxsang @k-drizzle @kodzukein @yvyvluvr @michel-angelhoe @kbitties @babygurl-hoshi @hellokittyslnt @ate-ez @main-shoota123 @atinyreads @hyunjaespresent-deobi @magnificentdestinytaco @deltamoon666 @ad0rechuu @crimsonstarsofthenight

[ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴏʀ ꜱᴇɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴀɴ ᴀꜱᴋ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀᴅᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ ]

[ᴊᴏɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍᴀɴᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ : ʜᴇʀᴇ]

ヾꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ : ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴏʀᴋɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ꜰɪᴇꜱᴛᴀ ᴍᴀᴢᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ'ꜱ ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ɴᴀʀᴄɪꜱꜱɪꜱᴛɪᴄ ᴀʀʀᴏɢᴀɴᴛ ᴄᴇᴏ, ꜰᴏʀ ꜱɪx ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ, ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ. ꜱᴏ, ꜰɪʟɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇꜱɪɢɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ, ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ ᴀ ᴠᴇʀʏ ʙɪɢ ꜱᴜᴄᴄᴇꜱꜱ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴘᴀʀᴋ ꜱᴇᴏɴɢʜᴡᴀ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ. ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ ʜɪᴛ ꜱᴇᴏɴɢʜᴡᴀ ꜱᴏᴏɴᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛ, ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜʀɪᴠᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ.

ヾᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ :

❥ ʜᴡᴀɴɢ ʏ/ɴ, ᴀ 24 ʏᴇᴀʀ ᴏʟᴅ ɢɪʀʟ, ᴡʜᴏ ᴊᴏɪɴᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇᴅ ꜰɪᴇꜱᴛᴀ ᴍᴀᴢᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛᴀʀʏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴇᴏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɢᴇ ᴏꜰ 18 ꜱᴏ ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴘᴀʏ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ ᴏʟᴅᴇʀ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ'ꜱ ꜱᴛᴜᴅʏ ʙɪʟʟꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ'ꜱ ᴅᴇʙᴛ. ʙᴜᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ꜱᴜʀᴇʟʏ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀᴘᴘᴏɪɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛᴀʀʏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴀʀʀᴏɢᴀɴᴛ ᴘᴀʀᴋ ꜱᴇᴏɴɢʜᴡᴀ.

ꜱᴏᴏɴ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ꜱʜᴇ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜᴇʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴄɪɴɢ ᴅᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛᴀʀʏ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ, ʙᴜᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴅɪꜱᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ꜱʟᴏᴡʟʏ ʙɪᴛ ʙʏ ʙɪᴛ. ʟɪᴋᴇʟʏ ꜱᴀɪᴅ, ʜᴇʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴅᴇᴅɪᴄᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ɴᴏ ꜱɪɢɴ ᴏꜰ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ ʟɪꜰᴇ. ʙᴜᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ꜱʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄɪɴɢ ʜᴏᴡ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍɪᴛᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴀ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ʙᴏᴏᴋꜱ, ꜱʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇꜱ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛꜱ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ.

❥ ᴘᴀʀᴋ ꜱᴇᴏɴɢʜᴡᴀ, ꜰᴀᴍᴏᴜꜱʟʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪɢ ʙʀᴀɪɴ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴋ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴀʀʀᴏɢᴀɴᴛ, ɴᴀʀᴄɪꜱꜱɪꜱᴛɪᴄ, ꜱᴇʟꜰ-ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱᴇᴅ ʙᴀꜱᴛᴀʀᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴄᴇᴏ ᴏꜰ ꜰɪᴇꜱᴛᴀ ᴍᴀᴢᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ'ꜱ ʜᴇʟᴘ, ꜱᴏᴏɴ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ ʟᴏꜱɪɴɢ ʜɪꜱ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛᴀʀʏ ᴏꜰ ꜱɪx ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜱɪɢɴ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ʀᴇꜱɪɢɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ.

ᴏɴᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠᴇꜱ ᴀ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ ᴏꜰꜰᴇɴꜱɪᴠᴇ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛᴀʀʏ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜɪꜱ ᴊᴇʀᴋʏ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ, ʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴅᴀʏꜱ ꜱʜᴇ ᴅᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ᴛʀᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ʀᴇᴘʟᴀᴄᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ʜᴇ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ ꜰᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ɢɪʀʟ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇꜱꜱ? ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ʜᴇ ꜰɪɴᴅꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ʜᴇʀ?

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