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northopalshore · 1 month ago

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Sun in the Juno Persona Chart: Identity & first encounter

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The sun in your JPC represents the circumstances of the first time you'll see your future spouse. It also represents your future spouse's identity or their ego. It could also show you what they focus a lot of their energy into. Masterlist

Through the houses

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1st House: They could be someone very popular or even famous. They are very competitive and very passionate. They could be very proud of themselves and carry themselves as is. They are not someone who will hide their personality to fit in or to be more digestible, rather they'd prefer if others choke on their personality lol.

2nd House: Money could be a very important aspect in their life. They could be very financially well off, and could have been born into wealth. They could be quite materialistic, holding their self worth parallel to their possessions. They could be quite possessive in nature as well.

3rd House: They are very intelligent, sharp and quick to understand something new. They could invest a lot of time into their hobbies or they are very close with their siblings if they have any. They could be the oldest sibling or an only child. They have put a lot of focus into their studies, and may be the type to believe that knowledge is everything.

4th House: They could be a great homemaker, they may as well be a homebody. They are likely introverted and very compassionate and sensible. You could meet them in your home town or through your mother. You could also be at home when you see them. Could also first hear about them from your childhood friends.

5th House: They could be famous or very popular. They are naturally very talented and artistic. They could be very connected to their inner child, or they have a joyful approach to life. You could first see them during your childhood, through the media or through some form of art or while you're having fun. Could be related to the media, magazines or even theatre.

6th House: They are very fixed or busy with their work and routine. They could spend a lot of their time working or taking care of others. Their job could involve healing whether literally or spiritually. You could meet on a regular day or while you're at the gym, at the hospital or getting something checked.

7th House: They are someone who is very devoted to their relationships whether business, romantic or platonic, they will put a lot of their energy into it. They are also very romantic and strive to create balance or equilibrium in their life. You could meet them while signing contracts or while dating someone else (not always the case).

8th House: They have been through many ego deaths. They could also suffer from stalking or people being obsessed with them. However, they could also have these tendencies. People will be very judgemental of your person. They are connected to spirituality and the occult and may practice or work with witchcraft. You could meet them while researching for something involving the occult. You could also meet after a sudden move or change in your life.

9th House: They could be someone who's smart and curious. Open minded and optimistic. They are very intuitive and introspective, they could also be very religious or spiritual. They could also be foreign or from a different race than you. You could meet them while travelling or at school or while studying something. You could also be learning something when you meet them.

10th House: They could be very career oriented, ambitious and full of drive. They are likely traditional, and have traditional values when it comes to romance. They will have a very important role in their career. Work could play a part in your union. You could work together, or be very supportive of each other in your careers. You could meet them while working or pursuing your goals. Could also meet through your father or boss.

11th House: They could be very unique or rebellious. They may be a part of a stigmatized group or publicly defend people of different beliefs and are against dogmatism. They are very friendly and people oriented. You could meet them online or at an event or even through shared friends. Their career could be related to the internet, schools or society.

12th House: They are likely from a different country than you are i.e far from you. They are very spiritual and almost out of this world. They have gone through many deaths and rebirths throughout their lives and will have gone through a deep spiritual awakening by the time you meet. You could meet them in a foreign land or through therapy or social media (where people are detached from reality)

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Through the signs

Aries 1°, 13°, 25°: They could have a lot of fire in their hearts. A burning flame ready to devour all that it touches. A hot-headed, young hearted lover.

Taurus 2°, 14°, 26°: They are dependable and loyal. They might be stuck in their own beliefs or routine, and it could be very hard to persuade them to change their ideas or parth once set lol.

Gemini 3°, 15°, 27°: They are talkative and friendly. They will be very playful and perhaps a child at heart. They are curious, and do not limit themselves to any kind of knowledge. They could love to keep themselves busy with friends or hobbies. They are usually never sitting still. They could also keep a diary or a journal with them.

Cancer 4°, 16°, 28°: They are someone emotionally mature, or could be very connected to their emotions. They are sensitive, empathetic and caring. They could be the mother or the caretaker of the group (among their friends).

Leo 5°, 17°, 29°: The IT person. They are friendly, striking and attractive. They are hot and they know it lol. They are someone very loyal, with a heart as big as their ego. They may talk about big ideas and big plans they want to achieve with you. Their career may involve speaking, art or children. I hear a lot of people say it's a sign of fame which is true but it's still extremely common to see in educators that work with children or young adults.

Virgo 6°, 18°: They are someone very down to earth, very demure, very cutesy lol. Practical, analytical and slightly cold or distant. There is nothing that will go unnoticed in their presence. They are a planner, an observer and may work with a busy schedule. They could be a bit skeptical of everything at first.

Libra 7°, 19°: They are very romantic, playful and flirty. People are easily attracted towards them and they may have a streak of past romantic partnerships. They are very fair, and kind to other people. They could love to debate their beliefs with others. They could be seen as very flighty or unrealistic at times.

Scorpio 8°, 20°: They are very deep and intense. Nothing about them is shallow or to be taken at face value. They are truly devoted, and could become very obsessed with the things they hold dearly. They could act rather dismissive towards people they don't know, and their privacy means everything to them.

Sagittarius 9°, 21°: They are very friendly, witty and intelligent. You could come to them often to talk your heart out or to contemplate the meaning of life lol. They will give you a lot of advice, and a lot of new perspectives to look at. You might be studying something when you first encounter or hear from them specifically.

Capricorn 10°, 22°: They are someone very mature and traditional. They could be older or look older. They're very ambitious and pragmatic. They will be very protective of you. They can be quite pessimistic, or stoic in general. Perhaps life has put them in a situation where they have to be strict and disciplined with themselves.

Aquarius 11°, 23°: They could be very unconventional. They could have coloured hair or piercings and tattooed skin. Something about them will look rebellious or go against the norm. They could be very proud of that fact. Say it with me man, " meeting online/through friends/community events".

Pisces 12°, 24°: They are very spiritual and connected to their higher selves or the universe. They are very intuitive and introspective. There is nothing in this world that they haven't pondered the meaning of or felt the depths of. They could also be quite mysterious or hidden from the rest of the world lol.

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kleopatra45 · 4 months ago

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Asteroid Vesta (4)

Asteroid Vesta (4) in astrology represents devotion, focus, and dedication. Its placement in a birth chart indicates where one channels intense concentration and commitment. Vesta governs purity of purpose, self-discipline, and the pursuit of spiritual or personal goals. Understanding Vesta's position offers insights into areas where one may excel through diligent effort, meticulous attention to detail, and unwavering dedication.

Vesta in the Houses

Vesta in the 1st House This placement suggests that devotion, focus, and dedication are integral to your identity and self-expression. You may project an aura of commitment and discipline, and others may see you as someone who is dedicated to personal goals or causes. Vesta in the 2nd House Values, possessions, and material security are important themes in your sense of devotion. You may dedicate yourself to achieving financial stability or to preserving what you value most. Your investments and resources may reflect your focused commitment. Vesta in the 3rd House Communication, learning, and intellectual pursuits are emphasized in your dedication. You may dedicate yourself to acquiring knowledge, teaching others, or advocating for causes through effective communication. Siblings and neighbors may play a role in your dedicated efforts. Vesta in the 4th House Family, home, and emotional security are central to your sense of devotion. You may dedicate yourself to nurturing your family, maintaining a harmonious home environment, or preserving traditions. Real estate and ancestral roots may hold deep significance for you. Vesta in the 5th House Creativity, self-expression, and children (if applicable) are emphasized in your dedicated pursuits. You may dedicate yourself to artistic endeavors, hobbies, or activities that bring joy and fulfillment. Romantic relationships may also be a focus of your dedication. Vesta in the 6th House Service, routines, and health are integral to your sense of devotion. You may dedicate yourself to a career that involves helping others, maintaining order, or promoting well-being. Your work environment benefits from your focused dedication. Vesta in the 7th House Partnerships, relationships, and collaborations are key areas of dedication for you. You may dedicate yourself to fostering mutual support, fairness, and harmony in your relationships. Legal partnerships or contracts may reflect your dedication to balanced interactions. Vesta in the 8th House Intimacy, shared resources, and transformation play significant roles in your sense of devotion. You may dedicate yourself to deepening emotional bonds, managing shared finances, or facilitating personal and collective transformations. Crisis management may be an area where you excel. Vesta in the 9th House Philosophy, beliefs, and higher learning influence your sense of devotion. You may dedicate yourself to exploring spiritual or intellectual pursuits, advocating for social justice, or traveling to broaden your perspectives. Cross-cultural exchanges may deepen your sense of dedication. Vesta in the 10th House Career, public image, and achievements are important in how you express your sense of dedication. You may dedicate yourself to achieving professional success, assuming leadership roles, or making a lasting impact in your field. Your reputation reflects your focused commitment. Vesta in the 11th House Friendships, groups, and social causes are emphasized in your dedicated efforts. You may dedicate yourself to supporting community initiatives, advocating for humanitarian causes, or promoting collective goals. Networking enhances your sense of dedication. Vesta in the 12th House Spirituality, hidden strengths, and unconscious patterns influence your sense of dedication. You may dedicate yourself to mystical pursuits, charitable endeavors, or healing practices that operate behind the scenes. Your inner life and spiritual growth are deeply tied to your sense of dedication.

Vesta in the Signs

Aries: Vesta in Aries dedicates itself with courage, initiative, and independence. You are driven to pursue personal goals and causes that require bold action and leadership. Taurus: Vesta in Taurus dedicates itself with patience, persistence, and practicality. You commit yourself to preserving stability, building material security, and nurturing enduring values. Gemini: Vesta in Gemini dedicates itself with versatility, curiosity, and adaptability. You focus on acquiring knowledge, sharing information, and exploring multiple interests through your dedication. Cancer: Vesta in Cancer dedicates itself with empathy, intuition, and nurturing care. You devote yourself to supporting loved ones, creating a secure home environment, and preserving emotional bonds. Leo: Vesta in Leo dedicates itself with creativity, passion, and self-expression. You commit yourself to artistic pursuits, leadership roles, and projects that showcase your talents and charisma. Virgo: Vesta in Virgo dedicates itself with precision, analysis, and practical service. You focus on improving efficiency, organizing details, and providing reliable support through your dedication. Libra: Vesta in Libra dedicates itself with diplomacy, harmony, and fairness. You devote yourself to fostering balanced relationships, promoting justice, and advocating for equality. Scorpio: Vesta in Scorpio dedicates itself with depth, intensity, and transformation. You commit yourself to uncovering truths, managing crises, and empowering others through your dedication. Sagittarius: Vesta in Sagittarius dedicates itself with optimism, exploration, and philosophical inquiry. You focus on expanding horizons, promoting freedom, and advocating for global causes through your dedication. Capricorn: Vesta in Capricorn dedicates itself with ambition, discipline, and long-term goals. You commit yourself to achieving success, assuming responsibilities, and building enduring structures. Aquarius: Vesta in Aquarius dedicates itself with innovation, humanitarianism, and progressive ideals. You focus on advancing social change, supporting diversity, and promoting collective empowerment through your dedication. Pisces: Vesta in Pisces dedicates itself with compassion, imagination, and spiritual insight. You commit yourself to artistic creativity, healing practices, and charitable causes that uplift humanity.

Vesta in Aspects

Conjunctions: A conjunction of Vesta with another planet intensifies the influence of that planet on your sense of dedication and focus. For example, Vesta conjunct Mercury emphasizes dedication to communication and learning, while Vesta conjunct Mars highlights dedication to action and assertiveness. Sextiles and Trines: These harmonious aspects indicate ease and support in integrating the energies of Vesta and the other planet involved. For example, Vesta sextile Venus suggests dedication to harmony and creativity in relationships or artistic pursuits, while Vesta trine Jupiter indicates dedication to growth and expansion through optimism and opportunity. Squares and Oppositions: These challenging aspects can indicate tension or conflict that needs to be addressed in your sense of dedication. For example, Vesta square Saturn might indicate challenges in committing to long-term goals or facing restrictions, while Vesta opposition Uranus could highlight a need to balance unconventional thinking with stable dedication.

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mr888sworld · 1 year ago

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The sun through natal house’s (1-12) where do you shine?

The sun in astrology can symbolize our Ego, our sense of identity. Where we shine! Our conscious mind 🧠

The sun can also show up as our authoritative figures/ our father/male friends etc

The sun can also show up as our conscious confidence, our vitality, creativity

THE SUN IN THE 1st 🏠👀

Your identity is heavily tied to your looks/physical body! Openly confident/they shine brightly when they are allowing themselves to be who they are! Unapologetically

Extremely outgoing, might have a lot of friends

Your father might be a huge influence on your physical appearance. Or he could be a controlling father

You could have really good skin. Especially if your sun is in a trine/conjunction aspect to Jupiter 🙏🏾

Depending on your aspects to mars/pluto, you could potentially have authority constantly trying to change or control you

Huge potential for modeling ⭐️

You could have a good physique or amazing physical health.

Sun in the 2nd house 🏠💰

Your identity can be attached to your possessions, & How much you own.

You could push yourself constantly, especially if you aren’t working or hustling

Strong desire for stability!

Your father could spoil you rotten or he could potentially manipulate you with resources.

You could tie your identity into your values

Usually rich early in life/has a lot of resources

Could end up potentially gaining wealth through a father figure.

The sun in the 3rd house 🏠 🧠

Your sense of identity is heavily tied into how much you know 🧠/ logical mindset/ You might actually have lots of friendly neighbors

You could have been the teacher’s favorite

Very analytical mind/lots of school friends

You were The favorite classmate

Your father could be a teacher/or he has taught you lessons growing up

You are most likely a researcher

You have the ability to see through bullshit 😂.

SUN IN THE 4th house 🏠🌊

Your sense of identity is heavily tied into your family home/maternal energy

Your father could be well known & highly favored in the family. Or he could be resented & rejected by the family.

You are a natural empath/very intuitive.

Could be into tarot or energy readings.

You could be the star child in the family.

Your mother could be well known/famous or highly respected.

Could live with an overly aggressive dominant male personality.

Listen to your intuition.

SUN IN THE FIFTH HOUSE 🏠⭐️

Your identity is heavily tied into your creativity/confidence & star quality.

Highly creative

The sun is in domicile in the fifth house/ruled by Leo. Strong sense of who you are!

Huge potential for acting 🎭

Father might already be in the industry ⭐️

Children could love you

You are highly seductive.

You are passionate about the art you create

Highly confident

Fiercely loyal

You could potentially become a mother early.

Highly sought after

Sun in the sixth house 🏠🏥

Your identity is heavily influenced by your health/routine

You could be a germaphobe

You are a super organized individual!

Analytical mindset

Your father could be a doctor or into the medical/health field.

You are the star in the work field

Confident in the way you handle your work

Others could be jealous of you at work

You get alot of attention at work

Your pets can be stars as well

Active pets as well

You could be judgmental at times.

You are most likely the best nurse or doctor in your field 🙏🏾

Sun in the seventh house 🏠 💍

Your sense of self is heavily influenced by / your lovers/contracts &. Legal rights

You could gain wealth through a famous partner

Legal actions against you always work out in your favor

Could potentially marry young

Heavily sought after

Balanced personality

Exceptional communication skills

You are super flirty

A happy marriage could bring you a sense of fulfillment

Could gain notoriety through a partner ⭐️

Sun in the eighth house 🏠 🪦

Your identity is heavily influenced by the occult/mystical arts/death & rebirth

You could be into anything deep/esoteric

You could be a famous tarot reader/astrologer

You read energy like no other 😂

You shine when you are chasing after the desire for the mystical truth

You are a truthful individual

Your father could have been spiritual or you could have grown up in a religious family

You have seen ghosts before 👀. No denying it

You are a phoenix

You go through stagnation sometimes to force transition & transformation

Very curious individual

Others could be jealous of how much you know

Very intuitive individual

Sun in the ninth house 🏠 ☯️

Your sense of self is heavily tied into your luck/spirituality/truth & religion

You are heavily passionate about what you believe in

Attracted to different cultures & philosophy

A natural born traveler

You could be a philosopher or maybe your father is.

Your father could be a preacher

You are a lucky individual

Open minded & optimistic

Can be stubborn at times

Your faith will get you far

Can gain notoriety through travel/foreign land

You could be an expert in foreign language

You shine when you are doing or learning something new.

Sun in the tenth house 🏠 🌎

Your sense of identity is heavily tied into your status/fame/reputation.

Your father could be the boss/ or he could help you become successful easier than most. You are the hardest worker

Boss-mentality

You gain attention everywhere you go

The world will see you shine

Everyone likes you

Popular individual

Could gain fame in the workplace

Others are jealous of your business mentality

You could be an entrepreneur

Your reputation could be tied into how you act publicly

Very analytical individual

Well-informed

Well-respected

Most likely to work from home.

Could gain alot ofwealth/power worldwide.

Karma could work in your favor often

Sun in the eleventh house 🏠 🕹️

Your sense of self is heavily influenced by your wishes/friendships/ & humanitarianism

You are the most liked friend

Your manifestations come quicker than most

You are attracted to helping the collective consciousness

You thrive in social groups

You shine brightly on social media

Could potentially be a famous YouTuber

You could own a lot of electronics in the house

Your father could be your best friend/ or he could be a huge part of your upcoming fame on social media or he could be rejected by you

Could have friends from every background

Super analytical

Loner at times

Very rebellious

Sun in the twelfth house 🏠 🧙‍♀️

Your identity is tied into endings/beginnings/karma/old age & the after life

Very intuitive individual

You could have a tumultuous relationship with your father or a very spiritual one

You are heavily spiritual

You could potentially be a shaman

You likely have psychic dreams very often

You are attracted to the occult or after life

You are a daydreamer

You read people easily

Human lie detector

Genuine individual

Easily hurt/taken advantage of

Can be delusional at times

Highly creative/ potential to be a famous painter.

Very powerful empath 🕉️

That’s all folks 🙏🏾 if anything resonates please feel free to dm me for questions or a reading.

My sun in the tenth 🤧. Where is your sun located? Should I do more? Lmk. 🕉️🧿

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joonsytip · 6 months ago

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Only for Love || Mingyu - Part 1

Pairings: Mingyu x Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Husband!Mingyu, Cold Wife!Reader, Arranged Marriage au, Contract Marriage au, Divorce au

Synopsis: When an accidental discovery has your perception of happy married life crumbling down, you do what you think is the best for everyone involved. Naturally, your opinion of the best doesn't cater to your husband's. So what happens when things spiral out due to unforeseen events?

Warnings: This part is SFW, Reader is cold & blunt but also shy, Mingyu is gullible and impulsive, lack of communication, profanities, heartbreak, breakup alluding to emotional cheating.

Word Count: 6.5k

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Teaser | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Epilogue

The sun is shining brightly in the clear sky with white, fluffy clouds drifting across in it. Just like the clouds, Mingyu has been drifting away in his pool of thoughts. As he sips his favourite beverage which he decided to get before starting work for the day, the smile on his lips never leaves.

Life has been good to Mingyu lately. His boss has boosted to him about the surety of him being promoted to the Head of Brand Marketing, a position he has been eyeing for a long time, which would also mean an upgrade in paycheck so he could contribute more in the care of his parents, pampering his sister a bit more even though they have always been content.

A notification breaks his blissful reverie and the contact name on the screen widens the stretch of his lips. It's a text from Sora, his girlfriend of five years. But his lips curl down as he reads the message stating she's extending her stay at her home for some reasons again, for the third time. A frown sits on his face at the thought of spending another series of nights in his empty shared apartment without being in the embrace of the love of his life.

Mingyu wears his heart on his sleeves. He can be defined as a pure romanticist, an absolute sentimentalist. He's liked by everyone. Apart from sculpted physique and height, he's lovable because of his nature as well.

It's a daily routine, he walks into his workplace and a swarm of bee like people come to greet him, some wanting just a glimpse of him, some wanting to get running guidance on how to maintain work-life balance, others just to confirm that Kim Mingyu isn't just a myth but an actual existence.

It's also evident that Mingyu is popular not only because of looks but also how he always helps his coworkers, a great leader to his subordinates, an outstanding resource to his bosses and a reliable asset to the company. The year-end performance evaluation knocks around the corner and everyone is busy to clock details, set the impression right. Mingyu has a good feeling about it.

He isn't much of a private person, he flaunts everything he is proud of, never to rub off arrogantly but with a sincere smile and soft eyes. But only his family and group of close friends know that he's planning to propose to Sora once she returns, that he has already bought the ring that sits hidden in his apartment closet.

After work, he decides to visit the Game Parlour where he can't be dimed as a regular but he definitely visits it often. Mingyu had a knack for gaming since childhood, he was a pro gamer during his university days often being called to participate in the championships, winning many of them. Though he would have loved a career in the gaming industry but that teenage boy wasn't courageous enough to take the risk.

The first thing he seeks after logging into his gaming account is for a specific Id. As soon as he sees the green dot beside he puts on his headphone and pings in the chatbox.

phoenix_726 is another gamer whom no matter what Mingyu is never able to beat nowadays. He always bags the second position and when they team up, it's a given no other can be the winner.

Mingyu often throws banter to the gamer, to whom he assumes is another closely aged man from the voice he has heard while gaming. They stay anonymous to each other and share bits and frustrations of life. No one else knows but Mingyu has another friend in form him, whom he ocassionally confides in, there's an sense of goodfaith. Having a great sense of humour and gaming skills, he definitely helps Mingyu shake off his worries and have a good time. So Mingyu casually slips that he's gonna propose to his long time girlfriend soon and invites him to the wedding already. All giddy, he says he can't wait for the day to come.

Mingyu is a crying mess when that day finally comes. He's inconsolable. He feels like his world has collapsed. Not only did Sora slap a rejection to his proposal, she also had admitted to emotional cheating on him before leaving. Another batch of fresh tears stream down his cheeks when he remembers her words from before.

"I'm sorry Gyu, I can't do this anymore.", Sora says urging him to be off his knees, closing off the ring box, "I don't love you anymore, I've outgrown you."

Mingyu stands frozen. He can't believe his ears, none of the people present believe what they're hearing.

"I had gone back home to take a break from everything, to sort out my feelings. Your presence was overwhelming, it was suffocating me.", she says tearily, "And I realised a lot of things. The reason I kept delaying my return is because I was preparing myself to tell you the truth."

Mingyu snaps out and quickly grabs her hands, "I'm sorry. Please give me another chance, I'll be better.", he swears in tears, "I'd not bother you much, let's start afresh, I'm willing to do everything you want me to.", he begs, "Please, just don't leave me. I love you, I can't live without you."

Sora's sobs echo throughout the venue, "I can't, I have developed feelings for someone else. So please let's end it."

That served as the last nail in the coffin. Mingyu stands straight looking at her and says in hollow voice, "Go. Empty the apartment before I get back. And never show yourself again."

"Come on buddy, let's go my to place.", says Jeonghan, trying to get Mingyu up but failing nonetheless, "What are you doing? Come help me.", he side-eyes and hisses at Soonyoung.

The said man quickly scrumbles on his feet and they both manage to take him to the car.

"Seokmin & Hansol have gone to drop uncle, aunt & Minhee. And now we'll head to my place not Jeonghan's.", Junhui says as he waits in the driver seat patiently for the other three to settle in, ignoring the protests from Jeonghan.

Mingyu takes a whole week off, which is something he has never done before. He also hasn't got his heart crushed before so....

The guys regularly check upon him, dropping by casually. There are some calls from his family and they always keep it short. Everyone hopes for him to be okay but the pain in his chest never subdues. The whole apartment reeks of Sora. The memories flash before his eyes and he hates that he wants them back, wants to go back to the time when they were happy, when there was only love and bliss. He checks his phone every now and then in hopes of getting a text or call from Sora saying it was a mistake and she wants him back but that never happens.

Mingyu thinks he might die from this heartache.

But he tries, tries his best to go on with his life. People notice the change in his demeanor but they don't pry because of the respect they have for him.

Seokmin, one of his closest friends and also colleague visits his cabin to check upon him.

"You don't have to babysit me, Min.", Mingyu sighs as he looks at the chocolate box, his friend places on his table.

"I'm not, Min. But you don't exactly look good currently and I'm afraid more people will come for me now that my rival is lacking.", Seokmin dictates dramatically.

Mingyu laughs, "Yeah sure. The throne is all yours. Don't you have work?"

To that Seokmin instantly deflates, "I'm knees deep in work.", and looks at him with expectant eyes, "We're gonna crash at Jeonghan's tonight."

"Oh, does he know that we're gonna crash at his place for the whole weekend?", Mingyu snorts already knowing the answer.

"Why does he have to know?", Seokmin says, "We're just gonna barge at his place, that guy's bitchless so that shouldn't be a problem--"

Seokmin bites his tongue but it's already late.

"So am I", Mingyu tries to joke smiling sadly and looks at him, "You don't need to feel bad, I'm getting used to it."

The second betrayal comes to him in succession and rather quickly after a month and half later, when in the year-end evaluation it was announced that it's not him but Kim Hanjun, the relative of someone who works in a higher slash powerful position, gets promoted as the Head of Brand Marketing. His hardwork and dedication gets defeated against connections.

Since that day, Mingyu is a changed person within the work space. Once a bubbly personality now is nothing but aloof employee who comes to office and is off his desk as soon as the work hours are over. He doesn't indulge in conversations or attend adhoc works. He already has a resignation letter drafted and saved in his laptop.

Kim Mingyu wishes nothing but misery for the people who have wronged him. He wants nothing but healing for himself.

Your trained gaze alone is enough to send the person lining infront of you six feet under.

"I gave you a whole month to come up with the concept of character design and you bring this to the table.", your tone is dangerously low, "Am I supposed to show this to the Design Director?"

The girl is sweating, as she manages to speak, "I-I'm sorry, I'll get back to you with new inputs."

"How long?", you ask.

"A week. I'll make sure to complete it in a week.", she says with scared eyes.

You sigh, taking your glasses off, "We have a deadline, keep that in mind. You can reach out to Kwon Soonyoung of Art and Naration Department for guidance. Don't bother him much, he's a busy man."

Before she leaves, you add, "Mail me the initial drafts and also coordinate with Dowon, the main characters should complement each other in the terms of their appearance, weapons etc."

Your walking out of the cabin, silences the whole office. As you pass by, all people do is bow to you, they never dare to look at you, nor do they dare to strike a conversation.

Neither are you interested in indulging in any kind of talks with these people who are plain gossipers and can only think of judging people by materialistic bases.

'Ice Princess', that's the cliche nickname you've acquired, which still confuses you but you could care less. All you could care about is work and getting it done.

The day continues and it's during the lunch hour that you get a call from your uncle. And you'd have never imagined, this meet-up would lead him to say something so bizarre, something that would change your life.

"You're getting married.", he says, with all seriousness making your stomach churn.

And before you could open your mouth, he continues, "Trust me this once. You know I would never compromise your happiness with anything less."

Next day, you suddenly find yourself sitting in front of the guy you're supposed to marry.

It's strange and beyond awkward, with neither of you clearly having no idea of what to talk about, where to start and above all how did it come down to something like this.

"Did my uncle threaten you to marry me?", you stay poised, voice stone cold, eyes looking out through the window glass.

Mingyu almost chokes on air but he's quick to regain composure, "Well hello to you too and no, he didn't."

"Then why did you agree on marrying a stranger? I'm sure you don't even know me."

Mingyu sighs, "You should know that your uncle is one of the Senior Executives in the company I work for and I respect him a lot. When he came to me with the proposal, I was taken aback but you sure are beautiful and independent and I have been also meaning to settle down so I couldn't find myself refusing it."

You scoff, "Do you know what you're getting into? I'm not easy to handle, I'm more than capable of making you rip out your hairs."

You continue further, "I don't treat the concept of marriage as some sort of joke or treaty where two involved parties would make a deal or whatever. Uncle has been nagging since forever asking me to get married but I have been pushing it back because...", your voice drops and gaze wavers, "Nevermind. I'm not doing it."

Mingyu gasps at your words before gruffing out, "No please, give me a chance. Look, I have been in a rough patch for past months. I want this marriage to happen just not to bridge connections or to push through any other motives, I want to start afresh."

You squint your eyes at him, "Doesn't sound sincere at all. But I trust uncle and he must have a solid reason if he chose you and you're good looking so it's a bonus. Hence, I'm willing to give it a chance."

You get up from your seat and walk up to him, one hand on the table, other on the armrest of his chair. Hovering over you say, "Kim Mingyu, I have already warned you, if I find any discrepancy after getting married, you'll be a dead meat. I can tolerate anything but betrayal."

Mingyu instantly breaks in cold sweat.

"You're gonna do what?", Minhee asks, in case she has heard it all wrong from her brother.

Mingyu sweeps his gaze across the faces of his parents, his sister and all his friends. They all echo the same expression, they all are utterly dumbfounded.

"I'm getting married", he repeats again, "to Lee Y/N."

"And who's that?", asks his father.

"What do you mean by getting married so suddenly?", this time his mother raises her voice, "Aren't you still silently moping over that girl?"

Silence falls upon the room, until Soonyoong's loud gasp erupts through the room.

That's not something abnormal for Soonyoung to do but Mingyu exactly gets the reason behind it and gestures him to keep his mouth shut.

"Do you know her--", Jeonghan gets cut off.

"Do you have a pic of--", Hansol gets cut off.

"Did you even meet her--", Junhui gets cut off.

"Does Y/N even knows that you're marrying her?", Soonyoung is the one who gets to finish his question.

Mingyu heaves a breath after getting bombarded with non stop questions. His head spins and he hasn't even started yet.

Seokmin is unusually quiet. There's seriousness ghosting him which is rare. Once Mingyu goes out to send off his family, it's Seokmin who tells the others about the whole situation because apart from Mingyu and your uncle, he's the only one who has the grasp of the situation to the fullest.

When Mingyu returns he sees a bunch of disappointed faces except one. Soonyoung is eyeing him with uncertainty, something one could mistake as remotely scare.

"I think Soonyoung needs a breather.", Junhui says, "Because he works with Y/N, not directly but he knows her well enough."

The said man throws a very curious gaze at Mingyu saying, "Nothing is making sense to me. You two are polar opposites, Gyu. And not the kinds that fit in the criteria of opposite attracts."

"I don't support it.", Jeonghan retorts, "This is wrong. If this ever gets out, you're so gonna regret it."

"I have made up my mind.", Mingyu tells him with all certainty, "This wedding is going to happen and I'm not letting anything get in the way to my happiness anymore."

And that's how the preparations of the wedding starts.

You and your uncle meet Mingyu and his family. Though you had expected it to be another one of the awkward meetings but it turns out rather pleasing. His family is welcoming, especially his younger sister, Minhee. While everyone inside discusses the date of engagement and wedding, Mingyu slips you out of the conversation.

You both take a stroll in the neighborhood.

"How was it, meeting them?", Mingyu asks.

You walk straight, not meeting his gaze, "I like them, they have an amiable aura surrounding them.", you suddenly halt and look at him, making him halt as well, "But not you."

Mingyu creases his brows, "You'll come to like me, that's me, I'm lovable."

You scoff, crossing over your hands, "We'll see about it."

The engagement date is set to a month later, followed by the wedding.

You gradually sink back into work and it's a relief that you don't hear from Mingyu but that's cut short when you receive a text from him a week later.

So that's how you landed in your soon to be fiancé's apartment. You sit quietly, gaze constantly sweeping back and forth on the new faces.

Mingyu takes a seat beside you and starts introducing his friends. The text Mingyu had sent primarily stated something along his friends wanting to meet you, which you had bluntly rejected. But when he called you immediately after, saying that they're his extended family and it's important for you and them to get along because it's them you're gonna have to deal with more than his own family, you scolded him for good five minutes for blocking your time during workhours before agreeing on a meet-up.

So far, you've learned that they all belong to almost same age group. Seokmin is a childhood friend who works in the same company as Mingyu, practically indicating that the two are inseparable. The rest are his friends from university days, some he acquired while playing tournaments, others from being a regular at the same game parlour etc.

Jeonghan is a lawyer and eldest among all. Junhui is a dentist and you're immediately setting an appointment with him. Hansol is a photographer who tells that he's gonna manage all the shoots starting from the engagement to the wedding.

And the last one is a very familiar face. You would rather introduce him well to the others because he works with you. And that's the reason he's seated stiff throughout.

"Am I making you uncomfortable?", you ask Soonyoung.

Yes, Soonyoung wants to say this but rather he settles with it a subtle shake of head. He breathes a silent sigh of relief when he feels your gaze off him.

"I guess Soonyoung has already made all of you aware of my reputation. But that's how I am at work.", you say smiling wide.

The rest all relax and exchange smiles before going stiff again when you add, "I'm exactly the same off work as well."

Mingyu nudges your elbow but you don't bother to look at him.

"Stop scaring them.", he says in a hushed voice and you quip back immediately.

"I'm just letting them know that I may not be the perfect sister-in-law they want or picturing me to be. When expectations are less, people on both ends won't get hurt."

The atmosphere turns rigid, the room turns silent.

"What about your parents, Y/N? Do you have any siblings--", Mingyu is late to hush Junhui's failed attempt to wave off the tension. Jeonghan is about to knock his friend's head when he remembers that Junhui was absent the last time when this topic was brought up.

"I'm sorry, Y/N.", Mingyu is quick to aplogize.

You look at a very confused Junhui and tell him, "My uncle is my only family. Sixteen years ago, I lost my parents, aunt and my cousin in a car accident. Since then it's me and uncle. We do have some distant relatives but they're not in touch. Hope this resolves your query."

Checking your watch, you get up, "I'll get going."

"So soon? Please stay till dinner", Seokmin requests, "We all have cooked for you."

Your eyes go wide for a brief moment, as you accidentally speak out your mind, "No one has ever made an effort to cook for me except my uncle."

And before you could slip out, you're almost being dragged into the dinning space. There's no denying that you haven't had this good food recently. And though you say that you've no shame but you don't meet anyone's eyes when you tell them to pack some of the leftovers for you.

You sit silently, watching the crowd, observing the people. You have just been engaged to Mingyu and though it was meant to be a private ceremony, you realised how you quantify it might be completely different from your fiancé.

The only person from your side who's attending is your uncle and it'll be the same in the wedding and all other ceremonies as well. But as you have counted there are a total of thirty people who can be deemed close by Mingyu and are attending the engagement ceremony.

And you can see that it's not a bluff. Everyone is smiling wide, dancing and singing to their hearts will. What made your heart swell once again is that you can sense how each one of them congratulated you both with goodwill and sincerity.

The corner of your lips are twitching to stretch in a smile as you watch your would-be father-in-law being successful in dragging your uncle to the dance floor. It's been long since you've seen him laugh heartily, enjoy wholly.

You wonder if that's what having a family feels like. To be always surrounded by the people you love, who loves you unconditionally. To always have someone to lean onto. The trauma has led you to suppress the memories but you do remember vaguely something similar, a familiar backdrop, smiling faces and warmth.

Your heart suddenly constricts within your chest and you find yourself in the balcony catching breaths. Staring into the abyss of darkness, you don't notice the tears those stream down your face.

"Found ya.", you hear your now fiancé's voice and as he situates beside you. You try to discreetly wipe away the tears but Mingyu sees it.

He doesn't evade your space though, he just stands beside you, speaking nothing which is unlikely but you get what he's conveying and you're thankful to him.

The pre-wedding shoot is a headache, you think. You should be working on finalizing the designs and launch dates of the game but rather you're here at a beach, all dolled up and in a beautiful dress, hues matching to the shirt Mingyu's wearing.

You hate how warm the weather is. You hate how calming the sounds of sea waves are. You hate how soothing the gentle breeze is. You hate how beautiful Mingyu is looking just donning a polo shirt and chinos.

"You're staring a little too hard."

You get startled and crane your neck to see Hansol now changing some settings in his camera with a teasing smile on his lips.

Clearing your throat, you ask, "How long would it take?"

"For how long do you want it to go on?", Hansol enquires back and you want to duck his water underwater for acting smart with you.

A lot of things happen during the shoot. The remarkable ones are you being too shy to hold an eye contact with Mingyu for which you knew you're gonna get teased. Mingyu being scared off by some bugs, shouting, cowering behind you which settles the score, neither of you are getting teased by the other. You are almost whacking Hansol every time he takes a little too long to click the shots when you both are posing, smiling ear to ear, arms linked or hugging each other.

"I'll kill your friend.", you say through gritted teeth while smiling.

Mingyu controls his laugh as his eyes turn into slits, "Be my guest."

Hansol suggests a shot where Mingyu is standing in the water as waves graze his feet while he's cradle carrying you in his arms.

"We're done for now!", Hansol shouts, "Let's get going to the next location."

You immediately link your arms strongly around his neck when Mingyu tries to settle you down.

"My legs are aching.", you say resting your face on his shoulder, so that he doesn't get to see your face.

Mingyu squints his eyes, saying teasingly, "I thought you didn't like me?"

"Correct. I don't like you", you tell him, "I'm tired. Plus what's the use of those muscles if you can't carry me?"

Mingyu doesn't reply rather he sprints towards the rest of the people making you scream for you life as you hold him tighter.

The whole team cheers and shouts and Hansol does what he does best, takes thousands shots of you both throughout.

You open your eyes to hushed murmurs and coos only to find all eyes on you as you wake up nestled in Mingyu's chest as he's still sleeping unaware of the disastrous, as you would state, state you both are in. Your gentle push wakes him up and they inform that they're at Mingyu's address and he drops off by asking Hansol to take you home safely.

"He's good guy, Y/N.", Hansol says as the van heads towards your location, "Not saying because I'm his friend but genuinely, he's keeper."

You just give a subtle nod, choosing not to say anything.

You hate your personal space being evaded but for some reasons it's tolerable as you watch your would-be mother-in-law cooking in the kitchen of your apartment while Minhee aids her.

You stand quietly by the counter, eyes quizzically moving along with the movements of the two people present along with you.

"I have cooked enough for you to last a week.", Mingyu's mother tells you, "Stop eating those instant, frozen, junk food.", she says unimpressed as she clears out the cupboards.

"Don't tell him that I said this but my brother's a great cook, have him cook for you both everyday.", Minhee telltales.

The three of you have chat where they're the ones mainly speaking and you become an ardent listener. It feels nice, you think, to have people care for you, to evade your space when you say you hate it but actually want them to have around you.

That night when they try to head off back to home, you don't let them go, rather you insist them to stay the night and they do stay back. It's not another usual lonely night at your apartment.

Your uncle gifts you both a new apartment, ignoring your protests. He insists, you both need to start afresh, on the right foot. Jokes about your own apartments to be cool off place to crash in if you both have fights.

"Why do I have to be here?", you ask sitting unfazed along with Mingyu's friends (yours as well but you won't admit yet).

Mingyu whines, "Who else would finalize on my wedding suit? They're of no use", he points at his friends who jokingly throw hurls at him, "And I don't trust her choice.", he says pointing at his sister who's too used to his antics to be bothered.

"Such a baby", you roll your eyes, "I have a meeting at 5. Be quick."

Oh you did well in muffling the gasps every time the curtains raised and Mingyu appeared in trying the attire.

Let me buy them all, is what you wanted to say. But sadly, you had to settle for one. But Mingyu doesn't get the privilege to choose your wedding gown.

He sees you walking down the aisle along with your uncle. Mesmerizing would be an understatement he's beyond that. He is nervous and shows. You're nervous as well but as always you're a master in hiding it. The vows are exchanged and as the crowd chants, your lips meet for a brief moment.

Your uncle starts off with teary speech, making you and almost all others cry silently. You walk up to him hugging tight because he has the only constant throughout your life, raising you as his own child, to be present and cheering on you on every important event of your life.

Mingyu has a long list of people lining up for giving speeches for him but what surprises you is even though they share tales about him, they include you in bits and your heart feels at ease thinking about how you might have found a family and people you can call them as your own. Which also leads Soonyoung to get too comfortable, almost getting an earful from you in front of the guests if Mingyu didn't intervene for daring to challenge you for a gaming match with all cockiness. Man lives as if he has nine lives.

You meet his colleagues and he gets to meets yours as well. Mingyu wonders, he has been wondering for as long as he has known you that where did you seek solace on hard days. How come you had no friends, not even one. Or maybe you had, but somehow you've lost touch. He can only speculate.

The first week for the newlyweds goes by settling into the new space. Everything sets in fine and you both divide the duties. Mingyu would be in charge of cooking, you'd do the groceries and he'd join in too obviously. You'd both would be aware of the each other's whereabouts and respect the spaces.

"I'm fine with everything and I want to make this marriage work.", Mingyu's tone changes to a defensive one, "Also, please never go to my office room, no matter what.", he says pointing towards the same, "It's a request and I hope you'd respect it."

You nod understandingly, you're also not a big fan of people messing or evading into your workspace so you agree.

Mingyu has gotten used to it but not the others so when his friends gather at your home one night to catch up they're gurgling out the drinks they're having when you hear you speak.

You call Mingyu, Husband.

"Husband!", you call him seated on the couch. Ignoring the turning of heads, as soon Mingyu comes in your sight, you say, "I have ordered the takeout, none of you needs to spend time in kitchen, rather spend time with each other."

Everyone smiles wide. The rest throw a knowing glance at Mingyu. You take it as a cue to give them space and get up to leave the room.

"I'll take a walk outside. Have fun catching up.", you say stoicly, already beelining towards the passage, "Will be back once the food arrives."

"You're one of us, Y/N. We don't need any space but if you do, then please go ahead..", Jeonghan says making you stop in tracks.

You turn back and sweep gaze among the faces, specially your husband's for any disagreement and when you find his pleading eyes, you see yourself beelining back to your seat.

Work's hectic as ever and you both try to adopt into the change of lifestyle. But what's not happening is work - life balance. With the new gaming launch event nearing, you are expected to stay in the office till late. It's nothing new but something is actually new.

And that's Kim Mingyu. You're still getting used to receiving texts asking about your expected time of return, extending the offer to pick you up if needed. It's also nice to have food served on the table when you reach home.

It's warm when you sleep into the sheets quietly but your husband somehow finds you, holding you in his arms albeit of his sleepy state.

"Why are you hugging me?", you ask with your voice muffled against his chest one morning.

Mingyu has just stirred from his slumber when your voice reaches him. He gets to look at the top of your head and cranes his neck to see the tangled limbs.

"You were spooning me as soon as I got into the bed.", you further add.

His eyes widen, as he tries to untangle himself mumbling apologies, "I'm sorry. I have a habit of clinging while sleeping. I'll try to be careful from today onwards."

And he misses to notice that one of his hands circling your waist is now in your grip, "Who told you to retract?", you down your head further into his so he doesn't get to see even an inch of your face, "I was just asking."

Mingyu goes silent. He's not in love with you and he knows neither are you. But moments like this make him realise something.

He reminiscences another fairly recent memory.

"There's something bothering me.", you come into his view as he pauses the movie he was watching.

Your eyes don't meet his, "I have noticed how your parents deflate whenever I call them uncle and aunt."

Mingyu listens, unsure of where this monologue is going.

You now turn to the front facing the television, your back facing him as your voice toning down as you continue, "I know being their only daughter-in-law they have some expectations. But I'm not good at coining terms, especially the terms like mother and father since I haven't... When I haven't--", you pause sucking in a sharp breath.

Mingyu gets up and turns you to face him, "You don't have to try so hard. Be easy on yourself. There's plenty of time and my parents do understand where you're coming from. And trust they're not disappointed or anything."

And he proceeds to do the most assuring thing, he knows of. He softly pecks your forehead.

Your eyes widen and you grab his arms gaping at him.

"Do it again.", you blurt out and though he smiles a grim realisation gnaws on Mingyu.

Many of the basic acts of proximity and affection, you're experiencing them for the very first time, hence it always comes to you as a surprise. Mingyu's heart constricts in the chest because as a person who has been surrounded by love and people, he can't fathom how you have managed to live on your own, in your lone company.

You're six months into the marriage and things have changed. Changed for good, you think.

You think being in the office and being at home are not the same anymore, it does make a difference. It's not bad, having someone checking upon you. It's not all bad having someone cooking for you. It's absolutely amazing to hear someone rant out, eating your ears off about work and whatnot and not expecting any words of comfort in return.

That someone being your husband. You think your husband is bearable, maybe a little more than bearable.

Mingyu sits still with the phone in his hand as his eyes trace over the photo repeatedly. There's an ache in his heart, he can feel his chest tighten. There are tears pooling in the corner of his eyes, throat closing up suffocating him.

During the lunch break, just to kill some time Mingyu decided to scroll through his abandoned social media account, the ones he hasn't bothered to check since the breakup. And he it turned out to be a mistake as the first picture that popped up on his feed was of the one Sora posted flaunting her new man.

And as he clicks on her account, it breaks his heart to see all of the photos they've posted together or if them clicked together were gone. As if it never happened, as if none of that were true whereas his account is still all about her and their memories.

"It's time for you to delete those pics as well."

He hears Seokmin's say.

"Are you seriously wasting your energy on her?", Seokmin takes a seat beside him, "When you're married and have a such a wonderful wife waiting for you at home?"

Mingyu gives melancholic smile, "Home? Sora was my home, Min. It was supposed to be her waiting for me at the end of day."

"You're sounding like a loser. And I might throw hands at you for uttering nonsense.", Seokmin gets up abruptly making the chair screech, "Don't ruin your present by living in the past."

Dealing with you is not easy and Mingyu had decided to marry you knowing all ifs and buts. At the start it felt more like living with an uncooperative roommate. Then, as days passed he became aware of your habits. Nowadays he thinks you've become habituated to him and it's a good sign but what tires him out is it's only him who's trying.

"I got promoted, Y/N!", Mingyu says all excitedly as soon as you're back from work and into his sight.

"Oh, congratulations.", you say plainly.

He waits with expectant eyes for you to say more but you don't. You don't pat him, neither do you smile. You just simply saunter towards the shared bedroom to freshen up. Eyes turned dull, heart heavy, dejected Mingyu goes to bed empty stomach, his appetite now gone.

You're still cold, to the extent that it's freezing a strain on the relationship. You don't open up, you never appreciate his efforts openly, neither are you interested in his matters. All that matters to you is work.

"Mom was asking if we could visit them anytime soon. As you know their wedding anniversary is approaching and I was thinking if we could spend some days with them around that time?", Mingyu asks you on a call one day when you had to work at office on a weekend because of some changes in timeline.

"You can go.", you tell him, "I don't think I would be able to attend the anniversary party."

"Could you please try? It would mean a lot--"

"Mingyu, you know I can't. I'm sorry.", you say hanging up.

Mingyu doubts if he'll ever love again, he doubts if he'll ever love you. And being a person who wears his heart on his sleeves, he wants being vocal and receiving affirmations, you do neither. Though he knows there are many things which you're experiencing as a first but that doesn't justify anything when he's trying, you should try as well. He contemplates every night if made a mistake by marrying you, if he was too much consumed by greed.

The company's hosting a dinner and everyone's expected to bring a plus one. Some take the opportunity to introduce their partners to their colleagues, for others it's free dinner and socializing. For the past years Mingyu attended the event just to flaunt his partner, Sora and make her aware how much he's looked upon at his workplace. He liked the way people worshipped them, deemed them as the perfect couple, he lived for the vibe of it.

But this year though there's a lot of anticipation about him bringing his wife, Mingyu attends the party alone. He hadn't informed you about the party, simply because he doesn't want you to be here. He's still disappointed at you, plus he knows you wouldn't even care to come even if he asked so to save his dignity from another rejection he decides not to inform you. And if your uncle asks, he'd make some excuse.

The dinner party swings on and it's kinda mundane for Mingyu with Seokmin also not attending because he's out of town until he hears everyone applauding. His gaze follows the crowd when he sees your uncle entering.

And he instantly freezes on the spot when he sees you walking behind.

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Pairing: Terry Richmond x Plus Size Fem Black!OC

Wordcount: +2.8K

Warnings: MDNI (18+) mature content, such as cursing, no smut, heavily dialogue-centered, adultery/infidelity, angst, heartbreak

A/N¹: This is a single one-shot with no planned sequels.

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“So, we're still on for dinner right?” Terry asked kissing Athena's cheek. “Of course, I just don't want you to cancel this time,” she said kissing his forehead.

They were in their bed facing each other. This was unfortunately becoming a recurring conversation for them. They would plan to have dinner together, and somehow, he would always have to cancel. Athena had spent so many nights on unplanned solo dates and was tired of it.

She understood Terry's work life, but he had yet to find a balance. “I'm sorry, baby. Forgive me. After all of this, I swear we’re takin’ a break. We can go wherever you want,” he said pulling her closer to him. His arms wrapped tightly around her body. This is what she wanted. This is what she was fighting so hard for.

They had been married six years, and she knew this man like the back of her hand. Athena knew when work got stressful for him. She knew when he was getting sick. She knew when his anxiety was about to flare. She knew everything, so why wouldn't he consider that she would know this, too? The secret he was hiding wasn't work-related. Those late nights weren't for business reports and last-minute contracts, unfortunately.

Athena had known for almost four months now. She kept her mouth shut thinking her husband would tell her, but he didn't. She loved him too much to let this come between them, but this was getting hard. All she wanted was for him to be honest, but now it felt too late.

“Alright, mister. I'm holding you to that,” Athena said snuggling into his chest. She was honestly taking it all in, committing things to memory— his smell, the way his breathing sounded, the patchiness of his beard, the strength of his calloused hands, and the sound of his voice in the morning. This couldn't be Athena's life. There was no way that this was the marriage she prayed so hard for. She wasn't asking for the perfect husband. Her bare minimum was honesty and communication, but Terry wasn't giving her either.

Athena began to doze off in Terry's embrace. The comfort he brought her would be something she would miss—. Why? “Terry, if something was wrong would you tell me?” she said moving to look up at him. “Hmm… What do you mean, baby?” Terry said looking down at her, loosening his embrace. “You’d tell me if you didn't love me anymore?” she asked as her face turned somber and flooded with sadness. “Oh, baby. I'll always love…,” Terry began.

ring ring

And, there it goes— that fucking phone. The one that goes off during every moment they have together. She could never have Terry to herself. He leaned back and picked up the phone. He stared at the screen, looking back at Athena. “Go ahead. I'll just go get ready,” Athena said with tears brimming in her eyes. She threw the covers back and rose from the bed. She knew this was one or two things— work or his other…

Athena walked into their bathroom and began her morning routine. She turned on the shower and stood at the sink. Clenching her fists against the counter, Athena let it out. Months of tears came flooding out. Every emotion had boiled over, and she couldn't take it anymore.

Today was the day. It was already planned out. In the next coming 12 hours, Athena's life would change.

*7 hours later

Terry was in his office waiting for the day to end. He had been on edge all day because of what Athena asked. Did she know? She couldn't know. He had covered his tracks. There was no way she could know.

knock knock

“Yes, come in!” Terry announced, sitting up in his office chair. “Sup, you still going to the party, tonight?” asked Terry's best friend Corbin. “Nah, I promised Athena a date. Can't miss this one,” Terry said twirling a pen between his fingers. “Never stopped you before,” Corbin mumbled under his breath. Terry's eyes shot up to meet Corbin's face. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Terry snapped.

Corbin took a deep breath. “You know exactly what I mean, T. Don't act stupid!” Corbin spat back. “Don't worry about what the fuck I got going on. Remember, we both have situations going on. I ain't the only one,” Terry said standing up from his desk. “You're right, but only one of us is married!” Corbin said squaring his shoulders. “So, fiancé means nothing to you? I wonder how Miranda would feel?” Terry taunted walking around his desk. “Let’s not compare situations. I definitely can't compete with the new add-ons you got,” Corbin said, tapping Terry in the chest. Terry slapped his hand away. Corbin raised his hands and backed away. “Fuck you!” Terry said leaning on the desk. “Whatever!” Corbin said backing out and leaving the office.

As Terry began to sink into his thoughts, his office phone rang. “Terry speaking,” he said. “Mr. Richmond, there is a woman here looking for you. I tried to tell her she needed an appointment, but…,” said Terry's receptionist. “Name?” Terry asked walking back to his office chair. “She said you'll know, and something about a little issue,” his receptionist replied. Terry froze. This was against their agreement. She was never supposed to show up at his home or office. What if Athena was here?

Terry clenched his jaw and squared his shoulders. “Send her in. Hold all calls until further notice,” he said, hanging up the phone.

*3 hours later

Athena was in her car, heading to her parent's home in Georgia. She had been crying the whole ride. She had packed up all of her stuff and was going back home. Her brother was driving behind her in the Uhaul she rented. She couldn't believe that this was her life right now. Athena pulled over into the gas station and pulled up to the pump. She sat in the car, waiting. Waiting for something. Anything.

Someone to wake her up.

Someone to pinch her.

Someone to tell her this wasn't real.

Something.

Athena was startled by her brother knocking on the window. She rolled down the window and looked at her brother. “Sis, you should've gotten someone else to drive,” he said reaching in to wipe her tears. “I'm okay. It gives me something to focus on,” she said dropping her head. “Nah, I'm calling one of my friends. He'll meet us here. He doesn't stay that far away. He'll drive the Uhaul while I drive you. Okay?” he lulled. “I'm okay,” she said. “No, ‘Thena. I'm calling him, and that's final. I don't trust you driving like this,” he said walking away and entering the gas station.

*1 hour later

Terry was rushing to get to the restaurant. Of course, he was late. He had stopped at a local store and picked up two bouquets. One was sunflowers while the other was red roses. He wanted to sweeten things over with Athena. He was aware that he had been fucking up lately.

As he pulled into the restaurant, he searched the parking lot for Athena's car. He couldn't see it anywhere. He circled the parking lot to be sure. He parked near the front and checked his phone before getting out. She hadn't called or texted. “Maybe she took an Uber or Lyft,” he said aloud to himself. He straightened the collar of his shirt and adjusted his tie. He reached over and grabbed the flowers before exiting.

As he approached the restaurant doors, he did one final scan of the parking lot. No Athena. He entered the oyster bar and approached the hostess's desk. “Table for two under Terry,” he said to the middle-aged black woman. “Yes, ouuu… almost missed our grace period. Cutting it kind of close there, darling,” she laughed. “Is the other guest not here? I mean, did someone not check in under the reservation, yet?” Terry asked pulling out his phone. “Uh, no. No one checked in under that reservation, sir,” she replied.

Terry was confused. Where the hell was Athena? She had texted him confirming that she was on the way to the restaurant, so where was she? He followed the woman to a booth in the rear of the restaurant. “Someone will be with you shortly,” she said after seating him. Terry sat down and immediately pulled his phone out again.

He immediately began to text Athena.

Message not delivered

Terry stared at the screen. How? He checked his service and made sure everything was on. He tried again.

Message not delivered

What the fuck was going on? He quickly tried to call Athena. It instantly went to voicemail. He tried again and got the same result. Terry called Miranda, Athena’s best friend and Corbin's fiancé.

Miranda answered, “Yes, Terry?” “Have you talked to to Athena?” he asked shifting in his seat. He was growing worried. Did something happen to her on the way here? “Of course, I did. She is my best friend after all,” she responded snidely. Terry immediately heard the tone of her voice. “Miranda, where is she?” he asked holding the bridge of his nose. “Gone!” Miranda blurted. “What do you mean gone?” Terry said. He was becoming visibly upset. The waiter began to approach the table, but Terry waved her away. “Exactly what the fuck I said,” Miranda snapped. “Miranda, don't fucking play with me right now!” Terry grunted into the phone. “Why don't you go home and check since you don't believe me,” Miranda said hanging up.

Terry pushed his chair back and grabbed the flowers from the table. Terry rushed out of the restaurant. He threw the flowers onto the passenger seat and climbed into his car. He needed to get home immediately.

*45 minutes later

Terry flung the front door of their home open. Athena's car wasn't in the driveway or the garage. This was starting to piss him off. He searched the entire first floor. Hearing what he thought were footsteps, he ran up the stairs and practically kicked open their bedroom door. It wasn't. Athena had left their bedroom window open and the heavy curtains were thudding against the wall. He rushed to the window and slammed it shut.

“Fuck! Athena! Where are you?” he yelled. As he turned around, he noticed a note on the bed. On top of the note was Athena's wedding ring. He sat on the bed prepared to read the note but stopped when he saw that their closet door was open. Athena's side was empty. Scanning the room, he realized that ALL of Athena's things were gone.

Terry pulled out his phone and tried to text and call Athena over and over again. Nothing had changed. He was still getting sent to her voicemail, and his messages were undelivered. Terry's heart sank for the first time that night— Athena had blocked him. He went to her social media accounts to be met with user not found. She had blocked him on everything.

Terry stood up from the bed furious and full of rage. There was no way Athena had just left him. Terry called Corbin, but he sent him to voicemail, too. Immediately, Terry's phone vibrated from a message notification.

Corbin: THEY KNOW!!!

That means Miranda knew and that ATHENA KNEW, TOO!

This couldn't be how everything played out. There was no way. Yes, his shit had gotten sloppy in the last few months, but how? Terry leaned on the bedroom dresser, letting his head fall into his hands.

He knew it was coming he just thought he had more time. More time to figure this shit out.

Terry looked up into the mirror attached to the dresser. He couldn't stand to look at himself. How could he let this happen? He slammed his fists onto the dresser, and the force cracked the glass. Terry looked up to see his reflection in the broken glass. His eyes lingered over himself before he punched the glass. Throwing his arms across the dresser, he sent everything to the floor. Glass began flying everywhere.

Terry threw himself onto the bed. Lying on his back, he could feel the heat coursing through his body. He felt his eyes growing heavy with tears. He looked over on the other side of the bed to see the note still resting there.

He picked it up and unfolded it. Pictures fell out and hit his chest. They were all pictures of him and— Eliza, his mistress. The woman he had been seeing for over two years. Terry flipped through the photos. He realized that the photos had to have been taken over a few months. How had she known this long?

Terry finally realized that Athena was asking questions because she already knew the answers. Terry's heart stopped at the last photo. It was him holding— TJ, him and Eliza’s 6-month-old son. Shit! She knew about the baby, too. That explains why she kept asking him why they were still waiting to start a family. He thought she was nagging, but in reality, she was hurt.

She knew he had a mistress and an outside child. He hadn't meant for this to happen. Eliza was only supposed to be a one-night stand, but it just kept happening. They kept seeing each other because she was friends with Corbin's mistress. They kept ending up at the same parties and clubs. He tried to break it off with her on more than one occasion. Then, something would happen with Athena and he would just go running back. This wasn't Athena's fault, but he felt it wasn't entirely his either— he thought. Athena kept having to travel back and forth to Georgia while her father was going through chemo. She was starting to work more hours. She was always tired. She never had time for him, on the other hand, Eliza was always right there— one call away and easy to access.

Terry held the letter in his hands and began to read.

Dear Terry,

I don't know what to say or how to start this, so here it goes.

To my love, I gave you my all for 9 years. I planned my life to sync with yours— as your wife and best friend. I wanted nothing more than to fulfill all of the promises we made each other throughout this lifetime.

I asked and asked, sometimes I maybe even begged for you to see it. I wanted you to care enough to see through my nagging and realize I was hurting. I was dying on the inside for months. I had to watch you be a lover to someone else while all I wanted was your comfort. I had to watch you be a father while you refused to allow me to even be a mother. You chose to postpone all of my dreams of having a family to work on your career. I let you do that because I loved you. All while you were standing in my face and sleeping in our bed knowing that you had one all along. It just wasn't with me.

Was I the problem? Was I not good enough? There wasn't a thing that you asked that I didn't do. I've been questioning my worth for months trying to see where I went wrong. Chasing you and begging you to love me like you once did. A love I know you're capable of, but I just haven't felt from you in a long time.

My heart was breaking every day with every question. I wanted you to tell me the truth. Be honest and give me hope that maybe this was a simple mistake. A mistake that we could work through together. But mistakes are made once. You were making a choice. A choice to love another woman and become a father outside of us.

With that being said, I can't hold anger in my heart for you we both know that. That’s something I'm not capable of. All I can offer you is forgiveness and peace. Peace to do whatever you want. I'm no longer in your way. Be free. This is the end. Our end.

P.S. After reading this letter, I hope you become a better man for the family you created. He's beautiful, by the way. He has his father’s eyes.

Love always,

Thena

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amourane · 6 months ago

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nightmares no more

pairing: yoon jeonghan x reader

genre: fluff, ceo au

w/c: 0.8k

summary: everyone wants yoon jeonghan and you were lucky enough to score him.

warnings: none

a/n: this right here is my man, love of my life, aaaaa i love him so much, also disclaimer this post used to be under my old url httphannie <3

It was already well past midnight and you were still sitting at your desk, paperwork laid out in front of you. To anyone it would look like an uncoordinated mess but you had everything in the right place. There were the legal documents that you were settling for the contract with another company and there were the marriage plans over there. Your bulletin board behind you was pinned with various arrays of dresses and contracts.

You rubbed your eyes, tired from the work. If you went to sleep now you wouldn't have the preparations for tomorrow's meeting ready, not to mention you had to go see the venue for the wedding with Jeonghan. Your week had been busy and you hadn’t gotten a good night's sleep in what seemed like forever.

Being the secretary of the CEO of the biggest company in the country and trying to balance planning your wedding was hard. You were constantly rushing everywhere; trying to get everything perfect. Not to mention the nightmares you had been getting. It was a big enough scandal when the press found out you were dating your boss but now they knew you were engaged to him.

Yoon Jeonghan was one of the most sought out bachelors in the country and even when the both of you had announced your relationship, there were still some delusional girls who would try to hurt you. Every night you woke up in a cold sweat, the same image of not being able to breathe and hands grabbing you from every angle haunted your mind. That was partly the reason why you were still up working.

There was a knock on the door and Jeonghan popped his head around. “I thought I told you to take a break.” You rushed to him, embracing him tightly, inhaling his comforting scent. “I missed you too, my love.”

It was as if the barriers that were protecting you fell apart and you felt tears start rolling down your eyes. You couldn’t stop them from falling while you hiccuped continuously. Jeonghan hugged you tighter, running his fingers through your hair, untangling the kinks.

“Why’re you crying? You're making your beautiful face look sad.” He pressed a kiss on your forehead as he stared at your glassy eyes.

“I don’t know.” You sniffled. “It’s just that I’ve got the contracts to prepare and then we have the wedding, not to mention all the nightmares I’ve been having. I just feel like I can’t do anything, you’re the one handling all those people, Hannie.”

Your fiance frowned, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “That’s not true. Who’s been handling all these business papers, even though I told them not to worry, and who’s been holding this wedding on their shoulders?” Jeonghan smiles. “There’s so much light in you that it blinds me sometimes. You’re a wonderful person and I love you, so it doesn’t matter what people think. Much less people who don’t even know you.”

“Why are you like this?” Your cheeks were still stained with tears but your lips were curled into a small smile.

“Like what?” Jeonghan gave you a cheeky grin, he blinked innocently up at you. “I’m just telling the truth. You stole my heart the moment I saw you.” He gasped dramatically, clutching his chest, before giving you a wink.

You giggled, pulling him in for a kiss. It was sweet when your lips touched, both of you had been so busy that it had been so long since you shared such an intimate moment. His lips were warm and you couldn’t help but feel at ease when he was with you.

Jeonghan picked you up suddenly which made you squeal. He didn’t let you say anything, carrying you out of your office and into your shared bedroom. He threw you down on the bed, arms pinning you both sides. A second of silence ticks by. You stared lovingly at your fiance before tugging him down onto you.

“Are you trying to seduce me, Yoon Jeonghan?”

“And what if I am, Y/n? Don’t tell me you’ve fallen for my charms already.” His tongue flicked over his bottom lip. You didn’t get to reply before a yawn escaped your mouth, your cheeks flushed and you diverted your eyes.

Jeonghan grinned and he leant down so his forehead was touching yours. He let out a light laugh. “Sleep, my love. I’ll keep the nightmares away.”

You knew you didn’t have a choice by the way he was looking at you, it was the same way he’d stare down his partners to get a good deal out of them. Reluctantly, you nodded, letting him tuck you in and kiss you goodnight.

“Take two weeks off, the company can survive without you 24/7.” Jeonghan placed a finger against your lips, knowing you were going to start protesting. “That isn’t a question, you’re far too stressed, just let me handle things.”

“But Hannie-”

“No.” He placed his hand on your cheek, the warmth spreading through his palm and across your face. “From now on, you’re not allowed in that office, you leave all the work to me. I’m the CEO for a reason Y/n. Promise?”

You sighed, knowing it was no use to try and protest. “Promise.”

Jeonghan smiled, placing a kiss on your cheek. “Sleep well, my love.”

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ybklix · 28 days ago

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𝔩𝔦𝔎𝔢 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔡𝔬

⭒˚‧♱ pairing: ceo!seochangbin x fem!reader ⁺‧₊˚ ♡ summary: Your new boss is quite interesting, so the night lends itself to a few drinks and the discovery of never-before-explored bodies in such an inappropriate but magnetic act. ₊ ⊹⋆ 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆 — 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: MDNI, smut, dom!changbin, sub!reader, dilf!changbin, oral sex, praise, deepthroat, fingering, sir kink, pet names (some dreg), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, choking, spanking, tit slapping, unprotected sex, creampie, cheating, adultery, implied age gap. word count: 7.5k

♬⋆.˚ like lovers do by hey violet

(𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 '𝟮𝟰) - 𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 ₊˚🕯️♱‧₊˚. 03: lover

movie inspo: the housemaid (2010)

You didn’t have to feel ashamed, even though a part of you did, you were young and the job was temporary while you tried to establish yourself and get a better one, besides, you would live there for a while and you would stop bothering your parents in the meantime since you still lived with them, your siblings would stop bothering you telling you that you were already an adult and you should look for your own life and stop depending on your parents, stop bothering you while they rubbed on your face their orderly and balanced life.

It was not a desperate action, it was a decent job with excellent pay, only that the thin stigma of it all made you somewhat nervous, you were naive, young and had a lot to lose if you did not start working now so your best option for the moment was to accept the offer of practically a stranger in whom you trusted, Kang Gahyeon, a housekeeper who had been working practically all her life for a particularly rich family, the Seo.

Gahyeon was an acquaintance of the housekeeper of your former female professor at your university in your senior year. You met your teacher casually one night and, among certain confessions you told her that life was being hard on you and she somewhat embarrassed suddenly blurted out that a wealthy young family she knew needed a nanny to stay at home to take care of their little 6-year-old daughter as the wife was very pregnant of 35 weeks; that if you were interested she could pass on the contact to you as she knew you had experience babysitting children as you used to do it as a little extra job while you continued with your studies.

You thought about it for a while and then agreed without further ado, then you met Gahyeon, who gave you the general details of the family and the kind of work involved; you really thought you would be a simple babysitter, but in your teacher’s vague words, she forgot to mention that the whole job was as a housemaid.

You overthought it again, maybe because just thinking about it seemed slightly humiliating, serving rich people while wearing a uniform, something too old-fashioned to be real, you hadn’t even taken the time to think that there are still such jobs, that people still dress and are disciplined before with much more wealth and social status people. But you felt trapped and the pay was so tempting, even though part of you thought it was logical that it was since you didn’t know what kind of people those with so much power really were.

You accepted naively, with a six-month contract, at least the time needed while the mother-to-be focused on taking care of the babies and you helped them with the little one. You accepted, even when your mother told you that you could wait and look for a better job offer that did not resort to the old systems, which were still very much in place today, of social oppression. You called her an exaggerator, telling her that Mrs. Kang claims that the Seo are nice, somewhat cold, but they are decent. You took the job believing it would be a bit of your beginning of independence and adulthood.

And there you were, in the huge, beautiful mansion in the hills that would be your sort of home for the next few months, or at least a spacious room next to little Dahae’s room.

You stood still in your place, watching Mrs. Seo with surprise, Seo Haeun, doing yoga and pelvic floor exercises with the help of a young instructor. You fixed your gaze on her big and notorious uncovered pregnant bump, it looked like she was going to explode and it was true in a way, Haeun was expecting twins. She ended up tired and panting as the yoga instructor helped her to stand up and then she sat on the couch catching her breath as Mrs. Kang stood beside her to pass her water to drink.

You watched her, with your hands clasped together in front of your body, Haeun was beautiful, she was one of those women whose huge belly and big breasts made her look even prettier, her hair was straight, dark, silky mid-length, her eyebrows straight, small and youthful heart-shaped face, big eyes, button nose and round plumpy lips, she was like a little doll, the kind of beauty you want to keep just to yourself. Haeun was a model, but overseas. She sipped from the water as she stared at you, standing in front of her from a distance.

You introduced yourself to her, saying it was a pleasure.

“Welcome” she said to you, handing the glass of water to Gahyeon, “Well Mrs. Kang recommended you, you must be good. She will tell you what to do and show you around. Dahae should be here at 1:30 for you to meet her, take care of her, and help her with her homework. You can go to see your room and change your clothes.”

She was direct, her tone and expression were monotone, and you saw the slight sheen of sweat on her forehead and breasts one last time before following Gahyeon to your new room. She handed you your uniform clothes, all black and white, skirts and dresses; you bit your lip still unsure if wanting to serve a rich family was the kind of job you were looking for... but you were already there.

“Do I have to wear heels?” was what you said with a smirk as you saw three pairs of black silhouette heels, and then you saw the exact same shoes on Mrs. Kang.

“The clacking of the heels is what keeps them alert to know every place you’re at and that you’re not loitering where you shouldn’t.”

Minutes later you were ready, looking at yourself in the mirror with a blank mind, thinking that at least the uniform was tailored for you, the skirt fit your silhouette and was just mid-thigh length. This would be your new life, a distraction, and a new beginning.

You helped Mrs. Kang cook and at exactly 1:25 p.m. you went outside the house to wait for the little Seo girl who arrived seven minutes later in a black car accompanied by serious men dressed in suits that looked like bodyguards.

You smiled at the sight of the little girl who was looking down at the ground and had no expression. Her eyes were just as big as her mother’s but the rest of her face looked different, maybe she looked like her father. Dahae almost overlooked you but raised her gaze as she walked near you.

“Hi, I’m Y/n, I’ll be your new babysitter” you told her cheerfully, gently touching her shoulder so she could give you her backpack.

“Nice to meet you, Y/n. I’m Seo Dahae” the little girl replied, in a monotone tone, and continued her walk home as if nothing.

You followed her somewhat hurriedly and confused, the girl had a warm and kind look but her attitude was completely cold and distant.

“You can change and get ready to go downstairs to eat with your mother, okay?” you said, following her to her room.

“Okay, thank you, Y/n. I can change by myself.”

You smiled at her, feeling like you were looking at and talking to a small adult, her appearance was innocent because she was small and she was a child... but there was something about her that made you insecure, she was serious, quiet and so far you’ve only seen her blink as if she was disconnected to her childhood. You left her backpack in her room.

“I’ll be outside if you need anything and for us to go downstairs together.”

You didn’t think she would be a difficult child, after all, she was just a child, plus you thought growing up with money was a somewhat different experience than what you knew in your childhood, evidently.

The day was normal, after lunch, you cleaned up, and you helped Dahae with her homework, took little orders from Haeun, and watched from afar her little routine like a pregnant wife who spent all day at home. At dinner once again it was just Haeun and his daughter at the table while Gahyeon blurted out a little comment on the air saying that Changbin will be late tonight.

You knew little about them, it really didn’t cost you anything to google their faces or occupations but you were so immersed in your mild embarrassment that you decided not to and played the little game of seeing their faces for the first time in person. You knew that Gahyeon had been working for the Seo’s for a while now, she first worked for the parents of your new boss, Seo Changbin, she practically raised Changbin and was his nanny and as soon as he got married, she followed him to his new home, now working for his family, having a long history with the Seo.

You had dinner in the quiet company of the slightly old housekeeper woman, cleaned everything up, and were ready to end your day when the sound of the doorway alerted Mrs. Kang’s senses.

“He’s here.”

Was all she said and walked out of the kitchen. You blinked in confusion, hesitating whether to follow her but the ideal was to do so, so you hurried your pace behind her but Gahyeon was already standing well to the side of the entrance of the house.

“You don’t always have to greet me, Mrs. Kang, it’s late, you can go to rest” you heard a man’s voice and saw him pass by as soon as you stood next to your co-worker.

The man did not notice your presence and continued on his way, Mrs. Kang went after him and you followed her again.

You fleetingly saw the man’s back, wide arms, gray suit, and short black hair, quickly deducing with obviousness that it was your boss, Mr. Seo Changbin.

You followed her into the living room, where you finally appreciated your boss fully. He sat on the couch, sighing slightly wearily as he unbuttoned his suit jacket.

“Daddy!” happily exclaimed Dahae who was watching some TV before going to bed, rushing over to hug her father.

You were surprised for a second as it was the first time in the day you saw Dahae smile, sound, act, and look like a real six-year-old. You knew immediately that her relationship with her mother was slightly cold and distant. Changbin smiled broadly reciprocating his daughter’s hug and giving her a resounding kiss on the cheek.

“Hey, there, what are you doing up this late? You have school tomorrow,” he said tenderly.

“Daddy, have you met Ms. Y/n? She’s my new nanny, I like her, she’s nice.”

Dahae settled her little body next to her father as a confused expression formed on his face. You blushed at the little girl’s confession, you were happy to be able to like her.

“Y/n?” Changbin looked around in confusion.

And there you were, standing at Mrs. Kang’s side. He caught your gaze and before you could say anything your co-worker stepped forward to speak.

“This is Y/n, sir. Your new employee.”

Changbin grimaced a little as he heard Gahyeon speak formally to him and refer to him as sir, when he thought their relationship was already closer for all the years she worked for him.

“Nice to meet you. I am Dahae’s father, Seo Changbin. I hope you feel comfortable in the house.”

“Nice to meet you, sir” you replied shyly almost in a whisper.

Submissiveness and excessive modesty made you blush a little, usually you were a submissive person, you pleased others and tried to always be as nice as possible and at least now you would earn money for that.

Changbin gave you a small smile and you saw the details of his face, alluring sleepy eyes, straight nose, and featherly lips. He also watched you thinking that he had never had another maid this young before, most of them had been ladies with children in their thirties. He sighed, interrupted his thoughts, and went on to say:

“Now that Dahae has a babysitter, I’d like you to accompany her to school and pick her up.”

You nodded, biting your lip slightly nervously.

“Okay, sir.”

“Alright, little one, let Y/n take you to bed. I’ll go upstairs with your mom” he said again tenderly looking at his daughter and then turned to you again, “Mrs. Kang you can rest now, good night. Same to you, Y/n, as soon as Dahae falls asleep.”

You nodded frantically and approached the little girl, also approaching Changbin and breathing in his strong manly scent of exquisite perfume. You held out your hand and Dahae took it.

“Good night, daddy.”

“Sweet dreams, my girl.”

Changbin pulled his cell phone out of his pocket, acting disinterested but as soon as he had you close he took the opportunity to see you in full view, from the exposure of your legs to your slightly tousled hair bun. You felt his gaze and got nervous, thinking maybe the skirts were a little short.

You finally finished your first day, took a shower, and fell into your bed, tired of wearing heels all the time. You checked your phone before you fell completely asleep, messages from your mom asking if work was treating you well and from your best friend telling you if Seo Changbin was more handsome in person.

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

The next morning you took Changbin’s breakfast to his office where he was comfortably reading the newspaper and then playing the piano for a while. Once again you felt a heavy gaze on you, but you thought you were paranoid.

He only said a soft “Thank you, Y/n.” And he would follow you with his gaze until you walked out of there.

You liked Changbin a little bit… you felt that attraction of which you thought only you felt it. You couldn’t help the fact that it crossed your mind that he was handsome… and if you didn’t know how to control it, and if he didn’t have respect for his wife, something fatal but avoidable could happen, but it was just a silly and passing thought, affairs between a boss and his maid were so typical, but you weren’t like that. You were there to respect them and for the job.

After Haeun and Dahae had breakfast, Haeun kissed her husband goodbye with a kiss and a simple “Have a good time at school” to her little daughter, and you walked her to the car to drop her off at school.

“I’m glad you could drop Dahae off, usually boys did that but… they were boys, nothing like the warmth of another girl for her” Changbin commented as he checked his phone.

You didn’t have much to say and that Changbin could tell, you were of few words.

Dahae was in between the two of you, still it was inevitable for Changbin not to observe your serene face looking out the window, your neck adorned with a thin golden necklace and your chest slightly uncovered by the illusion of cleavage given by your open buttons of your white blouse, he couldn’t help but lower his gaze down to your chest and watch the calmness of your breathing until he lost his sight on your thighs and how your skirt was lifted up. He didn’t want to accept what was happening to him but he was beginning to feel and think it more and more.

They dropped the little girl off first as Changbin changed the direction of travel, usually they would drop him off first but now it was the perfect excuse to have some time alone with you. You got out of the car to walk Dahae to the school entrance where a teacher was receiving them, but then you felt Changbin’s presence beside you, squatting down and waving goodbye to her.

You both got back into the SUV, you tried to fix the length of your skirt and he did nothing but stare at you again; questions flooded his mind, you looked so young, so pretty… why would you work being a simple maid.

He cleared his throat and said:

“I hope you liked your first day.”

You turned to look at him and smiled, it hadn’t been bad, but you had no choice either. You weren’t crazy, but you felt a certain tension in the air, his muscular presence made you nervous, the way his suit fit him drove you slightly crazy, fitted to his strong proportions.

“It was nice.”

“So… how old are you? You look young…” he spoke, staring at you. You answered, not sounding nervous and suddenly he blurted out something that somehow made you tingle.

“And do you have a boyfriend?”

“No” you answered unsure, there was really no one in your life, other than another friend with benefits that… now that you thought about it you missed him.

Mr. Seo left you breathless and slightly aroused, but now you lived under his roof and had no privacy… you wondered if Han Jisung would like to have a fuck again, you needed distraction as you felt out of yourself, plus the good feeling of an orgasm.

He smiled happy to know you didn’t have someone waiting for your caresses, he believed you, your look was so docile and sincere it drove him crazy.

“I was asking out of curiosity, you are very young and now you are practically living in my house maybe you like to go out, I don’t know” he excused himself, “I also hope you are doing well with Haeun’s friends today, anything let me know.”

You had completely forgotten. Mrs. Seo’s birthday celebration with her close group of friends. Tomorrow you would accompany them to their home in the mountains to take care of Dahae and work for them, on Seo Changbin’s wife’s real birthday. Mrs. Kang had told you in whispers that as much as Haeun takes care of herself since her dream was a natural childbirth and as much as she loves to conceive Changbin’s children, millionaires from her womb, she felt slightly insecure about her appearance so she didn’t go out much and ideally would just bring her friends home.

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It was certainly a long day, her friends were not equally as decent as Haeun, you felt their slight dismissive glances and the comment behind your back of, “She looks so young, are you sure she's doing a good job?” “I could never have a maid that young hanging around with Chan in the house.”

Haeun answered them with, “She’s nice and gets along well Dahae, plus Changbin is never home, he just comes in to sleep.”

Then they proceeded to judge her because her husband was never home.

You found it amusing how you were suddenly a threat, yes you found your boss attractive, but he was still your boss and you literally just washed his wife’s clothes.

But the real day came which changed everything. Seo Haeun’s birthday, she asked to be in privacy and intimacy in the house near the mountains with her small and dear family; honestly, you were not contemplated on the trip, you started to work on Thursday morning, and weekends were your days off but you barely had two days working so your official break started next week and Haeun took the opportunity for you to go with them and help them a little bit watching Dahae.

Once again, a driver took them there as Haeun claimed that Changbin was too exhausted to drive. You didn’t talk much to Dahae’s parents, you did more with Dahae herself. You took orders of them, took care of the little girl, prepared food for them and felt the tension, sensing the double intentions of Changbin’s closeness as he asked you what you cooked and if you needed help, gently pressing his body to yours, you had liked it, but you had to stop him right away. It wasn’t appropriate or right.

You continued as if nothing, trying to forget what was going on while you started reading a book acting indifferent, while they enjoyed their activities as a family, singing happy birthday to Haeun, eating cake and then opened a lot of gifts that were already in the house, it felt like Christmas, or at least seeing them from afar smiling under the warm light, as a family while she opened gift after gift.

But night came, you put Dahae to bed, read her a story and watched over her sleep for a while until you could go to the guest room, where you again had time for your tormenting thoughts, you got rid of your uniform and made yourself comfortable in your panties, no bra and a small white top loose to your body and breasts. You washed your face with cold water, thinking it was what you deserved after biting your lip and lightly fantasizing about your boss, a handsome millionaire, married and family man. You remembered again his closeness, the light touch of his body as he gently put his hands on your elbows while you chopped vegetables and he gently rubbed behind you, Changbin was crazy and you thought you didn’t know what the fuck was happening to you.

On the other hand, having their little privacy gave Haeun a hormonal burst with an uncontrollable urge to have sex, she was so horny that her husband got ready, drank some of his favorite wine, and lay down next to his wife who was wearing a sexy silk nightgown. Haeun was already feeling insecure, it was awkward to kiss her husband, for her it felt that way, with a huge bump in between, still she found a way to stroke her husband’s cock to get him hard, she was already so aroused and wet, ready to take him so once she felt Changbin’s throbbing penis in her hand, in one swift movement, Haeun slid his cock inside her making her cry out softly, Changbin moaned at the surprise where he felt his member being embraced by his wife’s walls and she began to ride him, turning her back to him.

“Babe, turn around, I want to see your pretty face” Changbin moaned, stroking his wife's back under her clothes.

Changbin couldn’t help but think for a moment of his maid’s young body. Haeun moaned in excitement, feeling her husband’s cock fill her completely but slowly her gasps of excitement were turning to pain, she was starting to feel uncomfortable in addition to the slight embarrassment she had about her physical appearance, ceasing to enjoy sex and creating a huge insecurity that Changbin didn’t want to fuck her like that, but that wasn’t it, both their minds were getting busy.

Changbin noticed Haeun’s behavior, she was suddenly moaning in pain and her movements were small, soft and inconsistent, ceasing to stimulate him sexually, it wasn’t working for either of them, so Haeun, worried and frustrated pulled out of her husband, lying down beside him grievingly.

“I’m sorry” she said, almost on the verge of tears.

Haeun adored Changbin, and loved pleasing him but felt sexually useless once her belly started to grow and grow. She also adored the idea of starting a big family and the desire to carry on the whole Seo dynasty, but her initial plan was only another child at a time, not two which she was unexpectedly burdened with.

“It’s okay, honey, it’s okay” Changbin comforted her, admiring her beautiful and slightly swollen face, but now he was sexually frustrated, his penis was flaccid but the sensations were at the surface, “You can use your mouth...” he whispered to her.

But Haeun refused, she already felt uncomfortable with her body so she was indisposed to more sex. She slept, but Changbin couldn’t, he stared up at the ceiling, naked... hesitating whether he should give himself and seek pleasure tonight or go to sleep.

He stood up, washing himself a bit, evading the thoughts and went back to the room, sitting on the couch while watching Haeun sleep, then started drinking more and more wine getting slightly drunk, but very conscious of his actions.

Changbin sighed and acted slowly on pure impulse, he put on his expensive silky robe, took another clean glass, and walked to your room, psyching himself up that it would only be a one-night stand... that you would extract some of his frustration out of him if you accepted... or he just wanted to have a conversation with someone different, all the time it was all about his work and business, then he would come home and exchange at most 100 words with his wife and then go to sleep, he wanted some fresh air for a second.

It was a cold night in mid-October, the wind was blowing and branches from a dry tree were banging and scraping against your window. After your little crisis, you decided better to enjoy the small comforts of being a guest in the Seo house, your own relaxing bathroom with a bathtub in it, so you immersed yourself in the warm water, relaxing your body and enjoying your solitude, but what you didn’t know was that you were not alone at all.

Changbin entered your room stealthily, making a minimal noise which you suddenly became aware of and immediately thought of Dahae, since the rooms were in the same hallway and maybe she couldn’t sleep.

“Dahae, is that you? I’m in the bathtub” you raised your voice.

Seconds later there was no answer and you sighed, you were with your back backward to the half-open bathroom door, and you thought maybe it was nothing more than a simple sound. But what you didn’t know was that it was your boss, secretly peeking through the half-open door, seeing a bit of your naked body enjoying the bathtub.

Changbin’s body and every one of his senses began to react, he caught a glimpse of your round breasts and soft nipples in the water. He sighed and placed the wine and glasses on a small table in the room.

You were startled again by a noise, which could be heard nearby, and suddenly you felt the fear of a presence in the room. You got out of the bathtub and dried your body, quickly put on your bathrobe and somewhat frightened you went out of the bathroom to the bedroom, 99% sure that it was just your imagination and you were just checking out of curiosity, but you gave a little jump of impression when you found Changbin standing in front of the window drinking a glass of wine, watching you with a dark look and wearing only his underwear with a loose, silky and open purple robe.

You looked at him confused and almost swallowed nervously at the sight of his exposed semi-naked body, the smoothness of his muscular, worked abdomen and his lower body only covered by black boxers.

You were speechless and clung to your bathrobe as underneath you were naked.

“I can’t sleep… let’s have a drink.”

He came dangerously close to you with the empty glass and the bottle of wine in his hands, his eyes on the target, almost seducing you slowly.

You watched him, not wanting to tell him he had to leave. Changbin poured the wine into the glass, swirling it gently and passed it to you. He watched you expectantly, waiting for you to drink it and you did.

“You’re a good girl, I can tell,” he said, happy, handing you more of the wine.

There was no need for so many words in such a heavy atmosphere and tangible tension, you wanted to touch him, to get closer to him… and it was obvious he was dying to do it too.

“And you don’t talk much… why, darling?”

You became agitated at his comment alone and said, “I don’t have much to say…”

“Well I want to know everything” Changbin smiled at you tenderly as the bathrobe looked big for your shoulders, “Everything about you…” he whispered, returning to his game of seduction, but it was you who had him seduced and captivated, “Oh can we not talk too much…”

Changbin was so hard and aroused, the silence overwhelmed him and your submissive posture had him trapped. He took the glass from your hands and you caught his gaze, seeing him with bright eyes that you were about to throw it all away and say yes to everything, at least tonight.

“Let me see…”

Changbin murmured, completely lost in desire, tugging at the knot of your bathrobe to remove it slowly and gently, enjoying the sensuality of your body being exposed, the bareness of your shoulders and then the garment opening completely revealing your silhouette, until dropping the garment to the floor.

You bit your lip so fucking aroused, enjoying the strong gaze of your boss on your naked body. He began to caress you, finely tracing a path with his fingertips: from between your breasts, down your abdomen, your mons pubis, your thighs and your inner thighs, tickling the skin of the outer lips of your pussy, almost making you gasp.

“You are so beautiful.”

He babbled, letting himself go as he never had before, almost gasping for breath, appreciating your body and the expressions on your face at the same time. His hand came up, massaging your breasts. Changbin licked his lips, finding your breasts supremely soft and squeezable, your nipples so pinchable, hard and appetizing, responding to every stimulation he gave to them.

A moan escaped your lips as you enjoyed his hand all over your breasts, treating them gently, squeezing them hard, touching them as he pleased.

“Fuck” he gasped, excited, his cock throbbing after hearing your first soft moan, “You like that, sweetheart?”

You felt an infuriating tingling in your pussy that burned inside you. Your face was red, and your breasts and nipples were sensitive to his constant stimulation.

“Y-yes” you answered with difficulty.

He smirked smugly and in one swift movement put the glass and bottle of wine back on the small table to return again to you, your still in place and stunning naked body.

“Would you kiss me, sweetie?” he hissed sizzlingly close to your face.

You nodded without breaking eye contact and rushed at him until you joined your lips in the most passionate and forbidden kiss.

Changbin grabbed your ass and pulled you close to him, feeling the softness of his marked pecs press against your breasts and the stiffness of his cock against your body. You put your arms around his shoulders and hugged him, deepening the act. Both of you were slowly losing your sanity more and more. Changbin kept massaging your ass until he suddenly started to spank it hard, making you moan between his lips and the sound of your skin being slapped hard became present, you were starting to become more intensely aroused.

He tugged gently on your hair, pulling you away from him and leering at you.

“Are you going to be a good girl? Answer me.”

Changbin gave you another spank, exciting you further and you moaned in an audible squeal.

“Shh, sh-sh. We have to be quiet” he spoke again.

You nodded feeling your bottom burn with pain, “Yes…” you replied and the word hung in the air because you didn’t know how to refer to him, whether with honorifics, whether to call him by name, he noticed.

“It drives me fucking crazy when you follow my orders and call me sir” he blurted out suddenly with a half smile.

Your ears turned red, there was some humiliation but it made you so excited.

“Yes sir” you crooned softly, causing Changbin’s cock to throb in desperation.

“Get on your knees” he ordered you quietly in a thick voice, “And use your mouth.”

You looked him in the eyes for a few short seconds and obeyed his command, your folds slick and your nipples hard, you replied once more, “Yes, sir” only to see his satisfied face.

You sighed half-heartedly, eagerly pulling down his boxers, releasing his hard, slightly thick cock with its red tip. You were about to take it in your hands, but Changbin came up with something better:

“Ah, ah, just use your mouth, princess,” he said again, “Don’t use your hands. Put them on your thighs.”

You raised your eyes to look at him with big pleading eyes, your mouth salivated and you positioned your face so you could lick his length with just your mouth, feeling his throbbing cock on your tongue. Changbin moaned in pleasure, seeing your submissive position, your hands almost digging into your thighs, only using your mouth to grab and stimulate his erection. He grabbed you by the hair.

“Look at you…you’re a good girl gone bad.”

You looked at him again, it was harder that way, just using your mouth, you tasted him, you wanted to play with his soft glans and seeing you so helpless, made Changbin take the base of his cock and guided it into your mouth, he moaned, self-pleasuring himself in your cavity, resenting the softness of your cheeks and pushing himself deeper and deeper until he reached your throat. You whimpered with his cock in your throat, about to move your hands, but remaining submissive and obeying what he said was igniting every part of your body. Your tears began to flow, you clenched your thighs in desperation as your pussy still throbbed for action.

“Ah, fuck, you take my cock like a fucking slut” he moaned, grabbing your hair and starting to gently thrust into your mouth, “Touch yourself, your little whore, fuck.”

You looked up at him again in supplication and your trembling hand began to caress your dripping pussy. Changbin continued to fuck your mouth, thrusting in and out of your throat, pounding your tract, leaving you sore and drooling as with your fingers in your vagina you tried to recreate the rhythm of his ramming. He continued to cum in you, shooting his cum into your mouth and abruptly pulling his member out of you, holding it in his hand as he gasped and let out a small shot at the corner of your lips, but you managed to get yourself overstimulated.

“Come here, stand up and sit on the bed” he ordered you.

You obeyed him, taking small embarrassed and excited steps to the bed, you were a mess, eager to have an orgasm.

“Yes, sir” you provoked him, sitting down and lightly caressing your breasts, looking innocently at him, inviting him to come closer.

Your boss undressed completely, dropping his robe to the floor and approached you with his eager erect cock. Changbin wiped your face and kissed you sweetly again, exploring your cavity, tasting a bit of himself and as you parted for lack of air with swollen lips, he practically pushed your body so that you fell back on the bed, in contrast to his warm and nice kiss.

Changbin positioned himself on the bed, spreading your legs and appreciating your shiny, swollen, used pussy, quickening his pulse.

“Look at this fucking pussy, fuck, ahh” he moaned, engrossed at the sight of your cunt, slapping your vulva in moderate force, making you stir from the excitement and the impact on your sensitive area.

With his left hand, with his soft, manly thumb he attended to your clit, while his right hand brought it to your entrance, inserting three fingers into you slowly, you bit your lip holding back a moan and Changbin waited for you to adjust to the sensation to start playing with your entrance roughly, his hand taking in intense vibrating motions and abusing your cunt, making you squeal and wallow in pleasure. He smiled, seeing how much you were struggling to keep from making so much noise and what could be heard were your soft sighs and the splashing of his fingers in you. You couldn’t take it anymore, you cum once… twice… making a mess and Mr. Seo still kept stimulating you, until he stopped before bringing you to a third orgasm, he appreciated your anatomy again and rubbed his cock in your folds ready to truly feel you.

“You’re so wet, baby fuck, this pretty pussy is ready to be fucked, mmh.”

He pushed into you, stretching your entrance, making you arch your back and enjoying every inch inside you. He began to fuck you hard, manipulating your body to his pleasure, bringing one of his hands to your neck and the other roughly covering your mouth so that only airy choked moans came out of you. You were beginning to see stars, you had never felt this used, dirty and well fucked as your boss was doing it to you… who began to short your breath with a strong hand on your neck. Changbin had never felt this powerful, not even with all the fortune in the world… possessing your body was a completely different experience, which brought him to his most intense orgasm. Turning you into a pair of lovers.

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Returning to your normal life as a maid you rarely saw Changbin again; you gently asked Mrs. Kang if she might know where he was to which she replied maybe in his office. You managed to slip away from Mrs. Kang’s side for a moment and seeing no one around, you took off your heels and walked quietly to his office, you didn’t know what you might say… but something in you wanted to see Changbin again, alone.

His door was half open and you peeked your head in to catch a glimpse of him on a hectic phone call, you admired him, finding him so attractive when he raised his voice and realized he was always working.

You went back to hiding in the wall, stopping yourself and wondering what you were doing… you looked like an immature, deluded little girl. But you weren’t so silly, you knew exactly why you were sneaking back out and looking for him again, you needed him again.

You stopped hearing his voice and out of curiosity you wanted to peek out again, you almost bumped into him as he was about to leave his office. You looked up to see him.

“You were looking for me?” he said in a smug tone and a half smile.

You shook your head frantically, scared looking at him with your docile eyes wide open, making him chuckle at the sight of you with that expression, being caught, your heels in your hands.

“Come here” he said again, holding you tightly by your forearm, pulling you inside.

You almost whimpered at his rough grip but he released you at once, closing the door.

“What is it you were looking for?” he spoke, defiantly, “You must be here and coming back because you want something… what do you want?”

Changbin moved dangerously close to you, almost pushing you into the door.

“What are you playing at…?” he muttered through his teeth.

He was already pinning you against the door, it was driving him crazy the way you were acting like a frightened little creature about to be devoured. His nose brushed yours and his right hand began to caress your thigh, slowly moving up to under your skirt. Your breathing began to hitch, you were so anxious and excited for your boss.

“Use your words. Now. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

Your whole body flipped. You wanted him to come back to make you exhausted and sore, to make you whimper and make a mess. His left hand went around your neck, and his thumb played with your lips, gently dabbing it on your lipstick. You were about to speak, but a loud push from the door interrupted you.

You both separated, stepping away from the door and from each other. Mrs. Kang appeared without knocking and struggled with the door.

“Mr. Seo. Dinner is ready.”

She observed your full body with a cold gaze and noticed that you were not wearing your shoes, the uneasiness of your body, and Changbin’s amused expression. Kang Gahyeon had been working for rich people for decades. It was impossible not to know their every secret and move. She was the real eyes of the house. She was already getting suspicious of the tension between you and Changbin, and she didn’t like it at all.

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You were impatient. You’d be lying if you claimed you weren’t waiting for Mr. Seo, but you were already naked on your bed hoping to see him come through your door. You got all ready for him, or at least you fixed your hair, putting it in a nice cute bow and subtly did your make-up, thinking if you should wait for him with a baby doll or completely naked.

Time passed and he didn’t show up, so without realizing it you fell into a sleep, but fifteen minutes later, he finally appeared, wearing his pajamas, white sleeveless t-shirt tight to his body, and blue soft silk pajama pants. Changbin saw you asleep, with your face towards the ceiling, he smiled tenderly and gently pulled off the sheet you were covering your body with, revealing your naked body. He licked his lips and the urge to touch you came over him again, caressing your body finely with the back of his fingers, tickling you and causing you to open your eyes slowly, meeting Changbin’s strong silhouette.

You smiled at him. Thinking he had come to see you… but once again doing so with his whole family around was so risky, but you wanted to convince yourself that the walls of the mansion were thick and you couldn’t be heard.

“You were sleeping, princess” he whispered to you.

You grabbed his hand that was still caressing your abdomen and sat up in your bed, denying.

“I’m awake now” you replied cheerfully.

“Were you waiting for me, little angel?”

The nickname made you shy and Changbin bent his body to be at the level of your face, delicately taking your lips to kiss them, gradually raising the temperature of the situation, taking advantage by grabbing your breasts, squeezing them, and slapping them from time to time leaving you sensitive, sore but aroused, you whimpered a little as his left hand circled around your neck and the other went down to your moisten vaginal lips, stimulating you and inserting two fingers into you, then he pulled your face away from him as he pulled your neck, leaving you missing his lips and looked at you with a perverse smile as he controlled the pleasure of your core.

You whimpered in delight at the pace of his fingers inside you and his thumb caressing the rest of your pussy. On the other hand, Changbin almost cum in his underwear at the sweet sound of your moans and your soft sensitive core receiving his fingers, ecstasy came over you and you took it, collapsing in your first orgasm on his fingers, but he kept stimulating you. Changbin released your neck and began kissing you, moving his mouth down your body, sucking your already sensitive breasts, filling you with a pleasurable wave of pain, he kissed and gently licked your abdomen, still penetrating your insides and exciting you again, until his face leveled with your exposed, swollen pussy, to begin playing with it with his mouth.

“You taste so fuking delicious, fuck” he babbled, licking all over your vulva and sucking your clit.

You moaned, biting your lip to keep from doing it so loud. Changbin savored your first orgasm and more of your fluid coming out of you, you were on the edge, unable to feel anything but pleasure, unable to think of the guilt you should be feeling, to think and stop him, both of you couldn’t stop playing with each other, exploring each other’s bodies secretly.

When Changbin sensed your frustration and overstimulation, he turned your body quickly, to fuck your pussy as he delighted in ramming into your ass, he covered your mouth to hold back the loud grunt that was about to come out of your mouth as you felt him inside you and he lost himself completely in you, satisfied by the sensation of your dripping center consuming his cock. You both sighed and he began to pound into you hard and steady, letting that room hold every gasp and steamy sigh, playing with each other like lovers do.

It was a bad idea to think that no one could hear you, because in the darkness lurked the one woman in the house who knew absolutely everything. The floor of Dahae’s room was above her room, as soon as she heard footsteps she did not hesitate for a second to go and see, so that in the end she confirmed and witnessed the grotesque act that was taking place in your room. An act of infidelity, passion, and lust, coming out of your room the sounds of the moans of both of you and your skins colliding that upset her gradually. The lady who raised Changbin felt disgusted for him, rejection, and contempt for you… she knew that the infidelities of a rich man towards his wife was something almost inevitable, but she never got to think it of Changbin. But she wasn’t going to allow that to go on in that house or outside of it. She had to get rid of you now or expose your little secrets.

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a lesson in love.

The puppet that had recently begun to live in your village had been acting strange around you lately. His name was Kabukimono, and you had never met anyone like him before. You distinctly remember the first time you saw him, Niwa and the others crowded around him. He had the fairest skin, long luscious locks, and clothing that only the highest-standing nobles in Inazuma could afford. He almost reminded you of a princess.

Although the other villagers accepted him, they were still quite reserved towards him. Niwa, Katsuragi, and a few others were the only ones who would smile and laugh with him, ruffling his hair as if he were a normal human. And though Kabukimono was greatly pleased by this, you could see he was still rather lonely. After all, his friends worked most of the day while he was left to his own devices as of now.

You were fascinated by the beautiful boy who seemed enamored with the most simplest of things life had to offer - collecting fruits (especially Lavender Melon, which seemed to be his favorite), playing with finches and other small creatures, and shyly yet curiously watching the other children play from a distance. You were quite entranced with him, and so you struck up a conversation with him. From that day forward, Kabukimono was a changed puppet.

Kabukimono would constantly stare at you and then immediately look away when you turned to face him. He would trail behind you like a lost puppy until you acknowledged him, and quickly scurry to your side. You would wake up to the puppet sitting outside your house, waiting to start the day with you (you were greatly concerned once you realized he sat there for the whole night.) He’d insist on carrying everything for you, and although he was very strong, he did not have a good sense of balance, and well… you can guess how that turned out. He was quite literally attached to your hip, and it didn’t take long for everyone else to notice as well.

The kids would giggle uncontrollably and start to whisper: “Kabuki and [Name], sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-”, you quickly clamped your hands over their mouths before they could say anything else, while the puppet was confused the whole time. Couples would shoot you knowing looks. Niwa’s wiggling eyebrows and grin did not help you much either. Kabukimono’s love-struck behavior only increased but the problem was that he himself did not understand why he felt this way. Often you would see him with a stumped expression. And well, you had grown a soft spot for the puppet too… you completely adored him. You wanted to make him happy. But first, you must talk with him.

It was a normal day where you were doing nothing in particular, simply enjoying the calmness while Kabukimono sat next to you as well. The puppet had trouble understanding the concept of “relaxing” and doing nothing but he did feel the stress leaving his body whenever he engaged in this activity with you. The birds chirped, the breeze was cool, and everything felt perfect for some conversation.

“Kabukimono, have you been alright lately?” you questioned, hoping to get him to talk about his feelings. The puppet perked up at your voice.

“Me? Yes, I’ve been fine. Why?”

“Well, sometimes I see you looking a little down. I was just wondering why.” Kabukimono was surprised you noticed that, and he felt a bit shy but happy at how much you paid attention to him.

“W-well, it’s nothing really,” he tried to reassure himself and you but you didn’t buy it.

“You know you can tell me anything,” you advised. “I want to help you with whatever’s bothering you.” Kabukimono chewed on his lip, persuaded by your kindness. A determined expression appeared on his face.

“I think I’m sick, [Name],” he said it so seriously you were caught off guard. Out of all answers, you were not expecting that.

“Sick…? But you know you cannot get sick,” you said, trying to hint at the fact that puppets could not contract illnesses.

“I know that, but there’s just no other explanation I can think of! I asked some of the children in the village, and my symptoms line up with what they said!”

“Well, what are your symptoms?”

“My body gets really hot, my palms get sweaty… and my chest starts to feel funny,” he explained.

“Hmm, that does sound like a sickness.” The puppet let out a resigned sigh but then straightened up again.

“But…”

“But?”

“These things… they only happen around you, [Name]. Around everyone else I’m fine, but then as soon as I see you, all these weird things start happening to me,” Kabukimono looked down at his lap bashfully, almost afraid his statement would offend you. Your heart completely melted.

“Hey, look at me, Kabukimono,” you requested, and the puppet slowly complied, looking at you with his shimmering, worried eyes. “Don’t give me that look,” you giggled. “I’m not mad. In fact, I think I know what’s wrong with you. But I… need to do a quick test on you to confirm. Is that okay?”

Hope appeared in his eyes as he nodded excitedly. “Oh, of course! But what do you need to do?”

“Here, give me your hands, Kabukimono,” you said gently, as you placed his soft palms on top of yours. The puppet’s stunned and red-faced reaction already told you everything you needed to know but you still had to take this slowly. “How do you feel right now?”

“I-, I…” Kabukimono struggled to find the words to describe his current state. All he felt was hot, hot, hot from the simple yet affectionate gesture. But the patient smile you gave him was comforting. “I feel very happy, and my mouth hurts from smiling so much. And my body is getting hot like I said before.”

“I see,” you nodded in understanding. You released his hands from yours, much to Kabukimono’s disappointment, but then you placed your hand on his cheek, immediately bringing back his giddiness. “What about now?”

“I feel so…” The puppet was cut off as your thumb suddenly moved to trace your lip. “Ah, it feels like my chest is going to explode!” You chuckled at his simplicity as you removed your hands from him.

“And you’re absolutely sure you only feel this way towards me?” Kabukimono shook his head rapidly.

“No! No, no one else. No one else comes close to you,” he declared, intent on making himself clear, still in awe at the tingly feeling your thumb left on his lips. Your heart sped up from his unintentional adorableness.

“Well, I think I know what you’ve been inflicted with,” you nodded in response. “Yes, it’s quite obvious to me now.” Kabukimono leaned in more, curiosity taking over his body. He was so interested to hear what a smart human like you would say.

“You’re not sick, Kabukimono. You’re simply feeling a rather intense emotion,” you said slowly, hoping not to confuse him. “You are in love,” you finished. Kabukimono’s face was frozen in shock, only a slight shaking of his mouth and eyes could differentiate him from a statue.

“Love… love, i-is that what this is…?” His voice had come to almost a whisper. “Love, like how those married couples love each other?” Suddenly the mental image of him kissing and holding you appeared in his mind and would not leave. “Love!” The puppet could not help but repeat the lovely word again and again. But then a realization hit him and his excitement came to a screeching halt.

“But love… love needs more than one person, does it not? You need to… oh,” the reality of the situation hurt him. Surely you would never return his love. Surely you were interested in someone else, someone who was human. He was just a no-good puppet. Quickly you found your words to comfort him.

“No, no, no, Kabukimono. Look at me, pretty. Please don’t look so forlorn. You need not worry, as I love you too. I love you with my whole heart,” you stated matter-of-factly, in a way that could not be disputed.

It felt like something was stuck in Kabukimono’s throat, as he found it hard to push words out. “You… love me?” You vigorously nodded in confirmation. “You love me,” he repeated as if saying it more and more would help it settle in. “You love me… such an amazing person loves me…”

You squeezed his hand in response. “Yes, I love you dearly, Kabukimono. I want us to be together,” you said softly. The puppet’s mouth opened and closed, not sure how to even respond to such tenderness. But what ended up coming out was a pitiful sob and streaming tears.

“Thank you for teaching me… thank you for loving me. I don’t know how I could-” The boy’s words began to slur as he cried. Although he loved you dearly, Kabukimono’s mind could only think about how you could abandon him as his creator did. Would you soon deem him unworthy or not good enough, and leave him too? You were taken aback at this drastic change in behavior but quickly pulled him into the reassuring warmth of your chest. You now understood what Niwa meant when he said he was an emotional puppet.

“Hey, hey, deep breaths, okay?” You rubbed Kabukimono’s back in gentle motions as you instructed him. “In, out… in, out, okay…?” The puppet followed your directions and with time, his sobs lessened and now he was a curled-up quiet mess that was in your arms. He would not move away from your chest, and you would be more concerned but you knew he did not need to breathe.

“You don’t need to apologize or thank me for anything. I don’t know what you’ve been through, but… I will always be here for you. You are a beautiful, kind soul. I am so happy to love you, my dearest,” you whispered, stroking his hair in a further attempt to calm him. The puppet almost felt like bawling again at your sincerity, but your voice was such a soft lull, all he wanted to do was take a break in your embrace.

“I love you, [Name]...” Kabukimono mumbled softly, as he fell asleep right there on your chest, knowing that he would be blessed with dreams with you instead of his abandonment.

lesson 1. lesson 2. lesson 3. lesson 4. lesson 5. lesson 6. lesson 7. lesson 8. lesson 9. lesson 10. bonus lesson.

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🍬Uranus Energy🍬

Uranus may signify death through accident, injury, or natural disaster, but at least it never signifies the death-in-life that is characteristic of Saturn. Thus, although Uranus energies can be extremely difficult to live with, the measure of chaos that they introduce is essential for life. Life is to a great extent a balancing of the orderly forces of Saturn with the chaotic forces of Uranus. Each has its place, and each needs to be kept in check by the other. Uranus represents something very different, very unique. But can also be very strange and unfamiliar. Anywhere you have uranus in your house it shows where your life is the most different. Uranus energies coming too soon in life can cause a chronically erratic quality that prevents any kind of maturation and produces an individual incapable of taking part in the social contract. Such people are automatic rebels: they rebel simply to negate order, even when order is still useful. Whatever it may affect or symbolize takes the form of something unusual, far different from the everyday world.

🦋Uranus in 1st house- you might present yourself differently to others or feel somehow out- of step. You can play a role as outsider, bringing valuable insight to outmoded situations. Your appearance is unique and your beauty can also be original and different from others. These people tend to have a different perspective than the rest. They think and look at life outside the box. You usually don't like things related to systems, you prefer to stick to your own rules. This placement often indicates an unconventional approach to life. This suggests that you are a very individualistic person, who operates the best on their own.

🌱Uranus in 2nd house-Financial fortunes might be subject to sudden changes, perhaps a result of not playing it safe. Income might come from independent freelance sources. Your money can go up and down very quickly. You can also have a different way of making money. This can lead to a unique approach to finances, a deep understanding of personal values, and an unconventional path to self-expression. Another strength of this placement is its innovative, progressive energy. You have a different way of managing your money. You spend a lot of money on things that are more dreamy. You have a free way of managing money and it doesn't mean much to you.

🌱Uranus in 3rd house- Your mind works at lightning speed. You can be single-minded in the way you think, with a talent for presenting the opposite view. Your way of thinking is often contradictory and different from the others. Many times your thinking and manner can confuse other people. This can also mean that your relationship with relatives is distant and cold. Your thoughts are often ahead of their time, leading you to challenge established ideas and concepts. Uranus here can also cause sudden accidents on the road. You have to be careful how you drive.

💕Uranus in 4th house- Early independence may have been high on the agenda. You might opt to rent rather than buy, so you can change the scenery from time to time. At home, you can often be rebellious and do things on your own. The relationship with the mother can be more distant, cold and perhaps strange. You can move a lot and the moves are usually sudden. Uranus can make a home unstable and strange.

🍭Uranus in 5th house-You have potential for genuine creative originality, although your challenge might be to allow it to land and take form, because each idea is rapidly superseded by the next. Your dates are usually sudden, different, and you may always feel that this area is not so close to you. Many times people can suddenly surprise you (positively or negatively) - also many times you don't get an answer as to why something happened the way it did. You can also suddenly fall in love. Pregnancy can happen spontaneously and the child may be born different from the others.

🍸Uranus in 6th house- You probably need some excitement in your daily round. Being freelance might suit you, so you can set your own routine and timetable. You like work that is independent and free. Above all, what you need is freedom - you hate when someone is above you and tells you what to do. Your rebellious path can be most effective through work. But since this house also represents the physical body, health - it means that you may have some disease that is unusual or you may have some skin problems that are unusual.

🛼Uranus in 7th house- You may prefer to break up with someone who curtails your freedom. Partners may seem unpredictable, but perhaps an assertion of your independence is at the root of it. You can go into a relationship suddenly or end it suddenly. Many times you can attract people who are different, strange, unique, smart. You can have certain conditions that you like about the relationship and stick to them. Few meet your standards. But you need a lot of freedom. Uranus can mean that marriage can be sudden. The law, however, can be quite different from normal laws. It suggests an individual who seeks independence, freedom, and excitement within their intimate connections. Uranus in this house indicates that you seek the company of people who have similar views as you do.

🏹Uranus in 8th house- You can shine intellectual light into life's mysteries, bringing clarity and rational discourse. It might be important to you to maintain your distance in intimate encounters. Because it is also the house of transformation, rebirth & things connected with needles, blood also sugerirs. It also means that you can go for sudden surgery. It can also mean a sudden loss. But you can deal with a loss in a different way than others. They are likely to attract unconventional partners who challenge their views on intimacy and shared resources. It can lead to successful relationships, marriages, and beneficial business opportunities. On the other hand, it can also create disruption in relationships due to its unpredictable nature and an unwillingness to conform.

🥊Uranus in 9th house-Going to university or grappling with religious principles can bring enlightenment - but you might also be inclined to question, rejecting orthodoxy and tradition. You can be very rebellious when it comes to church, religion, other culture and you can also be very controversial about that. Cuz you can also have your own religion that you believe in. Your opinion about the world can be completely different and the places that interest you can also be very unusual. You can also travel to places that others would never go. Especially to unpopular places. You can also have a very unpopular opinion about the world things & around you.

🎱Uranus in 10th house-Bowing to authority is not your style and you may choose work which encourages your independent vision and allows you to change track when it suits you. You can also be very rebellious when it comes to authority figures. The career may be in constant motion, but this can make it difficult to identify with a profession. They are often innovative thinkers with a knack for science and technology, and they bring originality and ingenuity into their development efforts. This often leads to unique and inventive career opportunities, an exciting public image, and the potential for innovative and progressive thinking.

🏝️Uranus in 11th house-This placement offers a parodox: how to maintain your freedom and autonomy within a democratic context. You could play the role of agitator, bringing radical change. You can have a unique way of doing things and seeing them. Many times it is strictly seen that you have the characteristics of uranus. U can also have very unique group or friends. This placement suggests that you enjoy taking part in online discussions where you can connect with like-minded people. Uranus here suggests that you are not interested in everyday goals, craved by most people. You have unique visions for your life. But you can also have the feeling that you are quite different from your friends (can also be lonely placement).

🧚🏼‍♀️Uranus in 12th house-Perhaps you hide your unconventionality so as to fit in - reclaiming this can help set you free. Your radar for collective trends can put you ahead of your time. You can also struggle with spirituality, things that are hidden ,unconscious -this doesn't mean that you don't believe in it, but you can have complex believing into this stuff. They may have dreams, intuitions, or sudden insights that challenge societal norms and traditional beliefs. It often happens with this placement that your parents expected a child with a different type of personality. As a child, you felt that you have to live up to their expectations, but you were struggling on the inside. Social conventions annoy you, but you struggle to express this.

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