#felt like drawin kissing

[karmacomesaround]

HOLY BANANAS THEY KISSIN

[shotmrmiller]

i'll teach you love, don't worry.

simon x virgin f!reader 2.2k words oops

explicit smut mdni

cbf!simon teaches you everything.

he convinces you to let him be your first kiss. "don't ya wanna know how to kiss when finally get your first boyfriend?"

embarrassing, because you're in college yet still completely inexperienced.

when you bite your lip and give a subtle nod of agreement, a sly smirk graces his lips.

"don't worry love, i'll teach you."

the way he slowly slanted his lips over yours, his tongue gently sliding into your mouth, his teeth nibbling on your bottom lip before pulling away— breaths mingling as he rested his forehead against yours after the searing kiss had your knees weak. if it wasn't for him holding your body up, you would've crumpled to the ground.

-

cbf!simon convinces you to let him teach you how to masturbate. (and kinda eats you out.)

"ya gotta learn your own body first before letting anyone else touch ya."

when you bring up the fact that he'd be touching you for this, simon just said, "yeah, but i'm not jus' anyone, am i love?"

kneeling on the edge of your bed, his warm breath fanned over your bare cunt as he spoke. "ya wanna use the pads of your fingers to touch the little nub tha' peeks out from under your hood." doing as he said, you flinch at the sensitivity of it. "you're just not used to it, is all, you're alrigh'. now, i want you to start drawin' small circles on your clit."

when he sees you wince, he quickly grabs your wrist and pulls your hand away. "oh. you jus' need a bit of lubrication, love. if you'd let me, i can help ya with tha'."

the word yes is scarcely past your lips when he's grabbing onto the supple underside of your widened thighs, gently urging you to lean back— arms instinctively supporting your weight behind you.

he leans forward until his mouth is inches from your cunt, and spits directly on it— the warmth of his saliva on your sensitive bundle of nerves makes your toes curl in response.

he tells you to touch yourself again. "use my spit to rub your clit again, it'll feel much better, i promise."

simon's face remained firmly nestled between your legs, so you would occasionally feel the bristly texture of his stubble grazing your fingers.

each little circle you drew on your slippery bud had the warmth in your lower belly get hotter, your limbs beginning to tighten along with the coil in your stomach. it's a euphoric pleasure that begins to build up, and up, and up. there's an obscene slick noise coming from underneath your fingertips, your thighs are shaking in simon's firm grip, spine curving and toes curling.

you're whimpering and panting, mouth slightly open, head thrown back whatever is happening inside of you. what you do know is that it feels like a rollercoaster and you're starting to reach the peak in the track.

you can feel your core throbbing, pulsing, clenching. your stomach is now painfully tight—

suddenly, your forearm begins to cramp— rapidly.

a pained yet aggravated noise slips from your mouth, and you slump back on the bed to flex your arm— stretching the ligament furiously because you have to stop your pleasure when there's a hot, slippery something in between your puffy folds, flicking at your aching clit and it does it again, and again, and again...

then you feel a suction on your pearl— you're pushed past a threshold you hadn't even known you'd hit.

all of your body's tension just floods out— you're plunged into a pool of blinding ecstasy.

you're letting out choked gasps as your spine tingles in bliss— it's a massive release of emotions, of stress, of responsibility, if only for a few seconds.

you lay in the aftershocks of your climax, limp yet you've never felt more rejuvenated in your life. there's a buzzing in your ears that fades as your soul comes back into your body, and you notice that there are still two rough hands on your quivering thighs— kneading them like a cat.

simon presses a wet kiss to your inner thigh, and you jerk away when his facial hair prickles your delicate skin.

"tha' must've been somethin' else, eh? years of repressed—" You swing a sluggish hand at his head to make him stop talking, and when it connects, he returns the favor with a harsh suckle to your thigh.

"don't make me bite you, pet," he gently warns.

you grunt, then go through what just happened in your head.

"simon. did you use your mouth on me?"

he bites your leg in response.

-

cbf!simon teaches you how to give oral sex (per your request)

he all but ripped his trousers off, eager to get started. simon tells you to kneel on the pillow and find yourself face-to-face with his manhood.

it's fucking huge, there's no other way to put it. he's long, an easy 8 inches— he's so thick you can't wrap your hand completely around it.

jesus.

"look at me, pet," he commands.

you look up at him through your lashes, and he's dropping his head forward— covering his eyes, mumbling out a 'fuckin' hell'.

he takes a second to gather his wits, and then lifts his head again, to lock eyes with you.

"there is no wrong way t'do this, y'hear? the most important thing is tha' you enjoy it too. otherwise, i won't be enjoying it either, alright? now, personally, i like a little twinge of pain. so don't be afraid to graze your teeth on my cock, yeah?"

you nod and begin exploring.

the tip of your tongue licks at his glistening slit, pulling a hiss from simon. he tastes slightly salty, and something uniquely him, delicious. you pump his length with your fist, bunching up the skin on the upstroke under his flared head, then pulling down until you hit the base.

simon remains patient, never rushing you to take him into your mouth, or thrusting his hips toward your face. when you flick your eyes up at him, his dark eyes are glassy, outlined by long, straight lashes— heavy-lidded with lust. his crooked nose is stained with a tinge of pink, the same color as his bitten lips.

he's holding himself perfectly still for you, so you grant him respite. you put the entire tip into your mouth. simon lets out a strangled moan and immediately moves his hand to tangle in your hair.

you remember some of the bad porno videos and imitate what they did. you tease the bottom of his cock with the tip of your tongue, tracing the connective tissue that's right under his head. then you take him in further until he reaches the back of your throat, and the sensation makes you gag, forcing you to pull back.

there's a string of saliva connecting you two when he slips out of your mouth, and you close your eyes to breathe in through your nose. simon runs his fingers through your hair wordlessly, only speaking once you're ready to try this again.

"there's no need to take me in tha' deep, i could come from jus' your pretty lips 'round the tip alone."

you take in one more deep, calming breath before putting him in your mouth again and start bobbing your head. the groans that spill from simon's mouth invigorate you to keep going even as your jaw begins to ache, and your blowjob turns sloppy. there's saliva all over his trimmed pubic hair— your chin is slick with it too. you're drooling all over the hand that's wrapped around his base, and just when you are about to stop, simon begins to babble.

"fuck, fuckfuckfuck i'm so close please don't stop please please, fuck your mouth feels like heaven, god i've been wantin’ to do this with ya f'so long and it's finally happenin', fuck don't," he moans, "don't fucking stop, fuck, fuck—"

his cock swells in your mouth to what feels like an impossible size, one you can't handle so your jaw slackens. the edges of your teeth scrape along his rigid length. his upper body curls forward and lets out a long, guttural moan as he comes— cock twitching violently as he spurts thick, warm, ropes of cum on your tongue. it's so much that it begins to spill from the corners of your mouth, dripping down to your chin.

simon's panting harshly, his breath hitting your face when he swallows thickly, then tips your head up with an unsteady hand.

his voice is hoarse when he asks, "d'you swallow it?"

you keep your eyes locked on his as you do, then stick your tongue out of your mouth to show him. simon's gaze fixates on the display before pulling you in as he firmly grasps the back of your head and draws a tantalizing line across your tongue with his own.

later, you tell him to drink more water.

-

cbf!simon teaches you what it's like to be his (you've been his, why do you think the idiot that you met at the mall ghosted you?)

you're swollen and slick after the 4 orgasms simon gave you with his mouth and are more than ready to take him. it doesn't mean you aren't nervous about it.

"don't worry, love. i'll teach you what real pleasure is," and starts to slowly sink into your virginal channel. it's an uncomfortable feeling, and you can feel yourself trying to push the invader out.

"need ya to relax f'me, pet. the more ya resist, the more pain you'll feel. jus' give in, i've got ya," he coos. you nod into his neck and breathe in, letting your muscles go slack, and like a stone dropping into water, simon sinks to the hilt.

the sensation is too much, you feel too full, so you try to squirm away from under him, but he tilts your head back by the hair to give you a passionate kiss.

you experimentally move your hips and the delicious sensation that licks up your spine has you moaning in his mouth. simon pulls away, throws one leg over his arm, and starts to move.

his thrusts are complete, pulling out until only the tip is buried in your tender walls, and pushes until his balls are flush against your sweaty skin— the tip of his head softly pressed against the entrance of your womb.

simon suddenly changes positions, hooking your other leg over his arm, and begins to shallowly thrust halfway— hitting the sweet spot you didn't know you had until a couple of weeks ago.

he pushes into it with such precision that your vision is white behind your eyelids, and there isn't one coherent thought in your empty head.

"i've been dreamin' to put tha’ cock-drunk look on your face f'years," simon hums, "it's somethin' tha' i'll never forget. now give me what's mine, yeah?" and his hips begin to move with ardour. every drag of his thick cock is pushing you to one last mind-numbing orgasm, and simon knows it because he picks up the pace— he's relentless in his pursuit of your climax, almost as if it was his own. when your channel begins to flutter around him, he hisses through his teeth and looks down at where he disappears inside of you.

there are strings of sticky arousal that connect from your puffy lips to his pubic hair, the sounds your cunt makes are obscene, creamy, wet—

words fall from his lips unbidden.

"come around my cock, squeeze me with your tight cunt, fuck, ya feel so fuckin' good, c'mon baby, give it to me, c'mon baby, c'monbabyc'monbaby—"

you choke back a sob as you're slammed by an all-encompassing avalanche of bliss, nails digging into simon's shoulders as you milk his cock for all he's worth.

all of your senses are focused on the feel of simon pistoning into your abused hole, looking for his release. he fucks you straight through your peak, an incredible show of stamina until you're teetering on the brink of oversensitivity.

as you come down from your high, simon moves your legs that were dangling by his side, hooking them over his shoulders, changing the angle— hitting so much deeper than before.

it feels like his cock is rearranging your guts, and if you looked at your stomach, you'd see a lewd bulge in it. you're not sure how much more of him you can take, your nerves feel raw, exposed— but you hold on because the noises simon is making are something you've never heard before. those high-pitched moans are driving you insane. you honestly feel like you could come from them alone, but then his thrusts turn sloppy. after three brutal, spine-jarring thrusts, he finally stiffens.

his cock is twitching inside of you as he spills his essence, not bothering to pull out, mumbling softly about getting you a morning-after pill tomorrow.

simon gently removes himself from within you, dropping his heavy weight to your side with an oof, and drawing your overheated body towards him. the air in the room is thick and heavy— it smells of sweat and sex. the only sound that breaks the silence is the sound of your labored breathing until you whisper that you have to go to the bathroom.

he quickly gets up and carries you to it, then closes the door behind him.

simon spots the blood stain on his bed and is over the fucking moon.

he's your first and will make sure to be your last.

for my 🪐

[thebearer]

just thinking about carmy x shy reader who used to have the biggest crush on him when they went to school!! and carmy thought she liked mikey !

oh my god i can totally see him and now i can only think of two ghosts by harry styles ahhhh. little fluff blurb ahead for the soul <3

they go to prom together, their senior year just as friends. carmy bc donna is making him, and you... bc carmy asked you out lol. mikey set the whole thing up, he knew how much you likes carm. you were always coming over and following carmen around like a lost puppy. mikey felt bad for you, sorta, felt bad that you were so hopelessly in love with his oblivious younger brother.

carmen moved to new york and you stayed in chicago, only to reconnect years later at none other than mikey's funeral. carmen looked bad, sad and distant, but there was a glimmer of his old self when he talked to you. familiar. good.

it was a challenge, pushing yourself into the life of carmen berzatto again. two old friends catching up over coffee, first. then going to a ghost tour, because mikey used to swear it was the most entertaining shit (swore he'd see uncle jimmy on there eventually too lol). you'd help him at the beef when he'd call, helplessly needing assistance fixing some odd appliance. he'd make you greasy italian sandwiches and you'd spilt them sitting at the sticky booths, reminiscing.

it wasn't until weeks later, when things started to take a turn for the best. when carmen realized that "oh shit she's like into me into me???" he'd kissed you that night, in your apartment living room. it was rushed and a little sloppy. he'd blushed so hard after that, stammering and nervous in the low light of the room. you'd only grinned, pulling him back in.

"i- fuck- i didn't want to-to come across like that. i just... i'm sorry. i don't know why i... it felt- i don't know, i'm sorry." carmen is a stuttering mess, feeling his heart rate rise and like he might throw up at any given second.

"why are you sorry? i liked it, carmy, c'mon." you just give him a sideways, lopsided grin.

"what? are you- are you fuckin' with me right now? don't... you liked it?"

"of course i liked it. sophomore me is shitting herself right now."

"in a good way?"

you laugh, nodding. "in a very good way. c'mon, bear, don't fuck with me right now." you glare at him playfully. "you don't have to act like you didn't know i was in love with you."

"what?" carmen's eyes bulging tells you otherwise. "you-you... no, you didn't like me. you liked mikey."

"mikey?" you repeat. "carmen... i liked mikey because, i mean he was mikey, everyone liked mikey. but i had a crush on you."

carmen wasn't sure what to say, heart pounding hard in his throat, strangling the words. "really?"

you nodded, grinning gently. "i mean, you were too obsessed with claire bear to notice-"

"-oh, c'mon. don't do that." carmen cringed shaking his head.

"you did!" you laughed, jabbing his chest lightly. "you'd always talk to her in math and sketch all those pictures." you tried not to sound as hurt as your fifteen year old self had been. how you'd cried into your pillow when you found them. how you tried to make yourself look just like claire, act like her too so maybe carmen might notice you.

carmen blushed, looking down at his shoes. "well, i, uh... if it makes you feel any better. i-i was drawin' you too, ya know." he couldn't look at you, blushing positively boyishly at the admission.

it was silly. so silly and so sweet and it shouldn't have made you feel the way you did, but it did. you kissed him, two hands on the side of his cheeks, tumbling back on the sofa with him. a long, overdue kiss.

the next day, carmen asked you to come by the beef, telling you there was something that got dropped off for you while trying to figure out bills.

you opened the envelope to find a faded, crumpled piece of notebook paper, the light etchings of you on it with the algebra homework from mr. weir's junior year class.

[chaotic-mystery]

really missing my man dbf joel 🙁 spare some fluff… leading to smut… perhaps reader sitting on his lap tweezing his eyebrows or something idk and u can make up the rest

A/N: this one is so cute literally shut the hell up 😭It got super smutty im so sorry-

"Joel stop moving it's going to hurt the more you pull away!" You breathily laughed in his face as he furrowed his brows and turned away from you, rubbing the skin under his brow gently. You shifted in his lap and moved closer, placing a few gentle kisses on his jaw as a way to say sorry.

"Darlin, you're drawin' blood! I'm gonna bleed out for christ's sake!" he groaned as you pinched his chin between your fingers to move his face back into place for you to continue. The tweezers closed in on another hair that needed to go, and with a swift movement you tugged and Joel let out another one of his old man sounds. His fingers squeezed on your waist every time you pulled another hair, trying to make his eyebrows have some sort of shape to them.

The window next to you was wide open, the breeze sending chills up your arms and down your back. Joel noticed the goosebumps on your skin and pulled at the blanket he was leaning against on the couch, wrapping it around your shoulders as you gave him a smile. "I'm almost done, swear." You tried to give him some hope that this torturing pain would end soon, and he looked at you, waiting for your eyes to meet his. "You tellin' the truth or you bullshittin' me baby?"

You knew you could keep going, but figured you shouldn't push your luck with it. Giving him a playful offended look, you put the tweezers down on the coffee table next to you as a sign you were done. "Thank fucking god, that was hell. Next time use a fuckin razor or somethin'" He muttered as he pulled you against his face, his nose brushing against your chest as your hands fiddled with a curl on the back of his head. "Learn from me and don't run from pain, sweetie." you joked, kissing his forehead.

His hands creep up your shirt and rub your sides softly as he looked at you with those beautiful brown eyes of his that made your body feel like jelly every single time. "Thanks, sweetheart. 'Preciate you doing that." his words were muffled as he kissed your bare stomach, holding your shirt up just underneath your breasts. "No problem, just don't move so much next time, yeah?" Joel sat up and smirked at you before he asked, "Should I spank your ass with my belt until you're begging me to stop and I'll tell you don't move so much, baby doll?" The slight image of him just ever so slowly taking his belt of made you excited, the way he stands there with his button to his jeans and the buckle undone, thumb hooked into the waistband as he let's you admire him for a quick moment.

Snapping yourself back to reality, there he sat under you, looking to be tested. "You wouldn't" was all you said, and before you knew it, he tossed you to the side, faced down on the couch as he straddled your thighs. His hands ran over your ass, smoothing your pajama shorts, the ones you thought would be a good idea to wear because of how short they are. Leaning over you and putting his body weight on you, he groaned in your ear, "You're right baby, I won't this time. I've been looking at your ass in these shorts all night and I just have to know; are you wearing any panties with these, baby doll?"

He cupped your pussy roughly inside your shorts as he sat back up, wiggling his hand around until he found your clit and rubbed it gently. "Ah, no panties. Dirty girl. I did find somethin else though." His fingers massaged your pulsating clit, using your juices as lube. His fingers glided over the bud, causing him to moan. He kept you there for what felt like ages, slowly teasing your clit until you finally choked out, "Joel please I need you to fuck me so bad, please. I need you in me right now." He didn't take long to undress and get his cock coated in the precum that he was dripping and he yanked your shorts off. A firm smack on your bare ass was given to you and he straddled your thighs once more, gripping your ass cheek as he buried himself inside your tight hole.

The pillow underneath you muffled every moan of his name you let out, every beg of yours for him to go faster. He thrusted inside you, bringing it just so it was barely in before slamming his cock back inside you. "Fuck yeah sweetheart, you take my cock so well. Such a good girl for me. Now, don't move too much darlin'" and with that came a firm paddle on your ass from his belt. You squirmed as the stinging pain shot through your ass cheek, your hand immediately covering it. "Joel you said you wouldn't" you wailed out, half mixed with moans.

He shoved your hand away as he fucked you harder, giving you another good crack on your ass with the belt. "I know sweet girl, I know." He cracked you a few more times and you tried moving away, but it was no use. The pure adrenaline rush of being pinned down under him and his belt clashing against your skin sent you spiraling. "Don't run away now baby, thought you said you don't run from pain?"

[kent00s]

★༉‧₊˚✧ — 002. ; 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎

nanami x gn!reader

rating: mature (18+), mdni!!!

wc: 1k

cw: oral (male receiving), short mention of injuries and blood

he'd been exhausted. you'd known from the second the bedroom door had opened, his tie sitting loosely around his damp neck, laced in beads of sweat. his whole attire seemed loose, at closer inspection — dishevelled, messy, and he'd been untypically careless about it.

kento had never asked anything of you. when you'd seen the bleeding cut on his arm, or the deep bruise on his torso when he'd unbottened his shirt, he hadn't requested of you to clean him up. had protested even, on the contrary, when you'd dragged him into the bathroom to take proper care of his injuries.

when you'd walked back into your shared bedroom, when you'd seen the way kento's face had contorted into one of pain with every of his movements he hadn't expected of you to seat him down by the edge of the bed, to straddle his lap, to slide of his tie and shirt, to lower your head into the depths of his neck, to whisper reassurances. you'd felt his tense shoulders relax under your touch, under the spell of your words, you sultry voice, your hot breath against his hotter skin.

he was putty in your hands. far too sensitive than you knew it from him, abide used to his habit of falling into headlessness when exhausted, when especially tired. he'll always feel guilty the next morning for letting you care for him excessively, for falling into the wish of you doting on him - and yet he always let you in the moment, never protested long at the feeling of your touch, the sensuality of your love.

you took your time, though not too much. it wasn't your aim to tease - to please instead, the way he most enjoyed it. granting a last kiss to kento's neck before he didn't feel your weight on him anymore, returning your gaze with languish, with urge. he wanted you on him, couldn't understand why you'd leave him empty, body chasing yours. the skin on his abdomen creased as he leaned to where you stood, right before him, between his knees; you laid a hand against his cheek, caressed and planted kiss atop his head - it wasn't often kento let you soften around him this way, so relishing in the feeling even more.

it wasn't until you lowered your body, set on your knees between his own that your boyfriends' breath hitched in his throat, understanding of your plans, piqued now. his body tense against the softness of the mattress, his dress pants tightening around the core of his body - it took him only a look at you kneeling before him, no touch, no word, merely the sight of your eyes looking up into his own, holding his gaze with such confidence he almost shuddered in his place. he was only ever like this around you, only ever weak as this because you made him. you had the power to destroy him, though you'd never dare to.

the pale moonlight darting through the slit in the curtains worked as the only way to illuminate your sin - both your hands on your lovers' thighs, lain in clothes still, only his erection freed from their confines. yet you dug your nails into him, urgent enough to draw a sting of pain from the man - he enjoyed it, relished in any feeling you were ready to gift him. your head bobbed against him, leaking tip brushing at the back of your throat; you moaned with every dull thump it left within you, with every drop of precum that melted against your taste buds. kento was normally one to hold back his sounds of pleasure - to hear yours better, or stemming from embarrassment you never understood. but tonight he was a different man, it seemed. he wasn't loud, by any means, the volume of his voice only audible - but it was more than enough to send you over the edge. low groans, whimpers of your name. he was particularly voal when you let your tongue dance around his tip while your hands accompanied the length of his base, or caressed his testes, or played with the rest of his body - fingers against his torso, drawing the shapes of his v-line, his tensed abdomen, the lines on his stomach; groping at his clothed thighs, running your palms up and down his sides. kento through his head back at your touches, at the way you looked at him in the process, knowing, seductive, yet never so innocent, if only pretentiously.

he was never one to lose himself too quickly. though a changed man tonight, surely - the telltale signs of his nearing orgasm made you smirk against his girth, made you take him deeper, more. close to uncomfortable though you remembered your self-set aim for tonight - to please, to take care of the man who made your well-being his first priority. you took him until choking sounds left your throat, until mixes of drool and spit and cum were running down your cheeks; you didn't care of it. you didn't care enough, even, to touch yourself - he was your first priority, as you'd been his, always. both your hands working on kento to induce further pleasure, jaw growing tired, tense - and then you felt a hand of his on the top of your head, not in overtaking control and movement, but to hold, simply. to feel you closer, to feel you in his hold - to, eventually, hold you down slightly while he spilled inside you, with a strained groan, tired sound spilling past his bitten lips. he held you against his crotch, made you choke on him, grinded his hips into you slightly, never enough to be too much. you watched beneath tear laced eyes as he pulled away, free hand of his pushing back the strands of hair that fell around the frame of his face - beads of sweat were adorning him, pale moonlight making them shiver, and he'd never looked better than in post-orgasmic bliss, eyes half-lidded, adoration lain within them.

[crying-over-cartoons]

[image id: a drawing of Zane and Jay from Ninjago. they are wearing casual clothes. Jay is sitting in Zane's lap, and Zane is kissing his forehead. end id]

felt like drawin' techno, so i did :) the power of creativity never fails to amaze

[imtheiliad]

started with a kiss "oh, we must stop meeting like this" but it always ends up with a town car speeding out the drive one evening ended with the slam of a door then he'll call her a whore wish he wouldn't be sore but as she was leaving It felt like breathing all her fuckin' lives flashed before her eyes It feels like the time she fell through the ice then came out alive she's been many places with men of many faces first, they're off to the races and she's laughing drawin' aces but, none of it is changin' that the chariot is waitin' hearts are hers for the breakin' there's escape in escaping

[oh-my-damn]

She's been many places with men of many faces. First, they're off to the races, and she's laughing drawin' aces. But, none of it is changin', that the chariot is waitin' Hearts are hers for the breakin', there's an

escape

in

ESCAPING.

Started with a kiss, "Oh, we must stop meeting like this", but it always ends up with a town car speeding out the drive one evening. Ended with the slam of a door, but she's got the best stories. You can be sure that as she was leaving, it felt like

FREEDOM.

All her fuckin' lives Flashed before her eyes (And she realized) It feels like the time She fell through the ice

THEN CAME OUT ALIVE.

[taylor-swift-bracket]

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Comment your favorite bridges!

Notable Bridges

(Under the cut)

evermore

champagne problems

Your Midas touch on the Chevy door

November flush and your flannel cure

"This dorm was once a madhouse"

I made a joke, "Well, it's made for me"

How evergreen, our group of friends

Don't think we'll say that word again

And soon they'll have the nerve to deck the halls

That we once walked through

One for the money, two for the show

I never was ready so I watch you go

Sometimes you just don't know the answer

'Til someone's on their knees and asks you

"She would've made such a lovely bride

What a shame she's f*cked in the head," they said

But you'll find the real thing instead

She'll patch up your tapestry that I shred

ivy

So yeah, it's a fire

It's a violent blaze in the dark

And you started it

You started it

So yeah, it's a war

It's the fiercest fight of my life

And you started it

You started it

tolerate it

While you were out buildin' other worlds, where was I?

Where's that man who'd throw blankets over my barbed wire?

I made you my temple, my mural, my sky

Now I'm beggin' for footnotes in the story of your life

Drawin' hearts in the byline

Always takin' up too much space or time

You assume I'm fine, but what would you do if I

marjorie

The autumn chill that wakes me up

You loved the amber skies so much

Long limbs and frozen swims

You'd always go past where our feet could touch

And I complained the whole way there

The car ride back and up the stairs

I should've asked you questions

I should've asked you how to be

Asked you to write it down for me

Should've kept every grocery store receipt

'Cause every scrap of you would be taken from me

Watched as you signed your name Marjorie

All your closets of backlogged dreams

And how you left them all to me

right where you left me

Did you ever hear about the girl who got frozen?

Time went on for everybody else, she won't know it

She's still twenty-three inside her fantasy

How it was supposed to be

Did you hear about the girl who lives in delusion?

Breakups happen every day, you don't have to lose it

She's still twenty-three inside her fantasy

And you're sitting in front of me

Midnights

Hits Different

I find the artifacts, cried over a hat

Cursed the space that I needed

I trace the evidence, make it make some sense

Why the wound is still bleedin'

You were the one that I loved

Don't need another metaphor, it's simple enough

A wrinkle in time like the crease by your eyes

This is why they shouldn't kill off the main guy

Dreams of your hair and your stare and sense of belief

In the good in the world, you once believed in me

And I felt you and I held you for a while

Bet I could still melt your world

Argumentative, antithetical dream girl

Would’ve Could’ve Should’ve

God rest my soul

I miss who I used to be

The tomb won't close

Stained glass windows in my mind

I regret you all the time

I can't let this go

I fight with you in my sleep

The wound won't close

I keep on waiting for a sign

I regret you all the time

You’re Losing Me

How long could we be a sad song

'Til we were too far gone to bring back to life?

I gave you all my best me's, my endless empathy

And all I did was bleed as I tried to be the bravest soldier

Fighting in only your army, frontlines, don't you ignore me

I'm the best thing at this party (You're losin' me)

And I wouldn't marry me either

A pathological people pleaser

Who only wanted you to see her

And I'm fadin', thinkin'

"Do something, babe, say something" (Say something)

"Lose something, babe, risk something" (You're losin' me)

"Choose something, babe, I got nothing" (I got nothing)

"To believe, unless you're choosin' me"

You’re On Your Own Kid

From sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes

I gave my blood, sweat, and tears for this

I hosted parties and starved my body

Like I'd be saved by a perfect kiss

The jokes weren't funny, I took the money

My friends from home don't know what to say

I looked around in a blood-soaked gown

And I saw something they can't take away

'Cause there were pages turned with the bridges burned

Everything you lose is a step you take

So, make the friendship bracelets, take the moment and taste it

You've got no reason to be afraid

Anti-Hero

I have this dream my daughter-in-law kills me for the money

She thinks I left them in the will

The family gathers 'round and reads it and then someone screams out

"She's laughing up at us from Hell"

[lazysublimeengineer]

A curious child, ever reviled By everyone except her own father With a quite bewitching face Splendidly selfish, charmingly helpless Excellent fun 'til you get to know her Then she runs like it's a race Behind her back, her best mates laughed And they nicknamed her "The Bolter"

Started with a kiss "Oh, we must stop meeting like this" But it always ends up with a Town Car speeding Out the drive one evening Ended with the slam of a door Then he'll call her a whore Wish he wouldn't be sore But as she was leaving It felt like breathing

He was a cad, wanted her bad Just like any good trophy hunter And she likes the way it tastes Taming a bear, making him care Watching him jump then pulling him under And at first blush, this is fate When it's all roses, portrait poses Central Park Lake in tiny rowboats What a charming Saturday

She's been many places with Men of many faces First, they're off to the races And she's laughing drawin' aces But, none of it is changin' That the chariot is waitin' Hearts are hers for the breakin' There's an escape in escaping

All her fuckin' lives Flashed before her eyes (And she realized) It feels like the time She fell through the ice Then came out alive

[vinguistic]

darbywagon but the speedwagon foundation cloned speedwagon in the 80s

[okay this became a long post where I just ramble on about this ship so LONG POST EVERYBODY-- SORRY]

Damn ya'll are more bigbrained than me holy shit- definitely going to use this as an AU cause that's kinda funnier and interesting than what I was thinking-- I totally am not running away with this idea and making mini comicss pshhh-- anyway this is Clone Speedwagon first waking up-

Idk why I made that doctor so sinister looking I felt silly idk- anyway Then Speedwagon slowly regains more memories, maybe has a whole identity crisis arc or smthn after he learns that he's actually a clone. maybe he even like had the OG speedwagon's brain transplanted in him or something idk how it works lol--

Either way then he joins up with the Stardust Crusaders and heads to Egypt since him having more knowlege on Dio that the other's wouldn't have would be usefull to them and the fight- maybe he even gets a stand- that'd be cool as fuck-

anywhoo at this point I'm just rambling about how he'd meet D'arby which isn't too much involved in him having been cloned or whatever but idk I feel like writing it-

They get to cairo egypt, and Daniel D'arby is there, and going kinda along the actual plot chalenges the crusaders to gamble against him and his cheats. Though Speedy knows his cheats bc having come from ogre street he's grown up in an environment where you need to be able to detect that kind shit. Speedwagon is likely able to point out all of his tricks and cheats to the crusaders, earning a bit o respect from D'arby :]

Their encounter ends good, rather than D'arby having a panic attack over Jotaro, the crusaders just win at some gamble against Daniel bc Speedwagon wouldn't let him cheat lol.

[Ignore that I messed up like three things on this I'm drawin in markers--]

and after Dio is defeated and all his minions are kinda just without jobs or whatever happened to them D'arby sticks to Speedwagon since he'd have been the one to have been able to see through all of his tricks

[at this point I think I'm being kiiinda ooc for good ol Danny Darby but cmon he showed up in like 2 episodes--] and then D'arby finds out about the whole yknow... being a clone thing maybe Speedwagon has another identity crisis and also is learning about new technology from Terence [LET MY 1800'S BOY SPEEDWAGON PLAY A VIDEO GAME!!]

Anyway Darby and Speedwagon then they fall in love and kiss and have a happily ever after bc I'm crazy like that :]

[shitpostdevil]

The Bolter~

By all accounts, she almost drowned

When she was six in frigid water

And I can confirm she made

A curious child, ever reviled

By everyone except her own father

With a quite bewitching face

Splendidly selfish, charmingly helpless

Excellent fun till you get to know her

Then she runs like it's a race

Behind her back, her best mates laughed

And they nicknamed her The Bolter

Started with a kiss

"Oh, we must stop meeting like this"

But it always ends up with a town car speeding

Out the drive one evening

Ended with the slam of a door

Then he'll call her a whore

Wish he wouldn't be sore

But as she was leaving

It felt like breathing

All her fuckin' lives

Flashed before her eyes

It feels like the time

She fell through the ice

Then came out alive

He was a cad, wanted her bad

Just like any good trophy hunter

And she liked the way it tastes

Taming a bear, making him care

Watching him jump then pulling him under

And at first blush, this is fate

When it's all roses, portrait poses

Central Park Lake in tiny rowboats

What a charming Saturday

That's when she sees the littlest leaks

Down in the floorboards

And she just knows

She must bolt

Started with a kiss

"Oh, we must stop meeting like this"

But it always ends up with a town car speeding

Out the drive one evening

Ended with the slam of a door

Then he'll call her a whore

Wish he wouldn't be sore

But as she was leaving

It felt like breathing

All her fuckin' lives

Flashed before her eyes

It feels like the time

She fell through the ice

Then came out alive

She's been many places with

Men of many faces

First they're off to the races

And she's laughing drawin' aces

But, none of it is changin'

That the chariot is waitin'

Hearts are hers for the breakin'

There's escape in escaping

Started with a kiss

"Oh, we must stop meeting like this"

But it always ends with a town car speeding

Out the drive one evenin'

Ended with the slam of a door

But she's got the best stories

You can be sure

That as she was leaving

It felt like freedom

All her fuckin' lives

Flashed before her eyes

And she realized

It feels like the time

She fell through the ice

Then came out alive

[jhdyuiee]

White Lies

༊*·˚ pairing: CEO!jaehyun x EX-gf!y/n ; ex’s to lovers

༊*·˚ warnings/tags: fluff, angst, pregnancy, second chances, kissing/making out, suggestive, drinking, cursing, possessive jaehyun, jaehyun & y/n have a child together, slow-burn

༊*·˚ wc: 19.5k +

༊*·˚ a.n: finally! after working on this for 2 months i’ve finished it :) ! i mainly blame school for this && suprisingly my own life as well… anyhow i hope you all enjoy this fic, it’s quite litterly my baby, my first born, per say? fun fact! i named this before NCT 127 song “White Lie” && felt like it was fate (?), so i kept the title, haha. thank you though && i wish you all a late, but a Happy New Year ! stay tuned for what’s next & what i have in store this year! stay safe, jiji out 🤍

If there were a moment in my life I regret, it’d be meeting him.

Jeong Jaehyun was his name. His name, once a melody to my ears, became something so unpleasant to hear.

‘Why?’ was all I could ask myself. It’d been well around 3 years since I left, since I’d broken up with him and 3 years later I’m still dealing with the hole he reptured in my heart. But slowly that hole has recovered it’s pieces; thanks to my baby boy, Chaemin. Before I broke up with him, I’d found out I was pregnant with his child- our child, but I never got the chance to tell him…

“Mommy.”

A little voice called out for me, pulling me out of my trance.

“Yes my baby.”

My sweet Chaemin looked right at me with those beautiful chocolate like-doe eyes.

“Siwoo asked if I could go over to his home tomorrow,” hesitation in his voice. “to play.”

“Of course you can! You know Chaemin, I always tell you you’re free to do whatever you want, I want nothing but happiness for you.”

His eyes smiled and his dimples popped out, how could he be so cute! He truly is my entire world, my universe. I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard the doorbell ring. I walked to the door and opened it, noticing an unfamiliar figure. ‘Who is this stranger?’ Standing in front of my door was a tall figure, dressed in a suit. ‘What could he want with me?’

“Hello, are you Ms. Y/N Lee?” the man asked.

“Yes? Who’s asking?”

“Oh sorry about that, I’m Johnny, Johnny Suh and I work for J.corps.”

‘J.Corps? The cosmetics company I applied to?’

“We received your application and the CEO has reviewed it and asked if you’re available tomorrow at 10:00 a.m for an interview,” he explained.

‘Was this real? I’m not dreaming am I?’ After quitting my last job, I’d finally be able to work again.

“Oh my god, yea of course. I’ll be there.”

“Well then Ms. Lee we look forward to seeing you tomorrow,” he said as he bowed.

“Yes, thank you so much!” I bowed as well.

“Have a good day miss,” Johnny said, smiling before departing. I watched him as he walked to his car, giving me a wave.

“Wow- woah,” was all I let out as I closed the door, still utterly shocked.

���˚ · .

Johnny entered his car, whipping out his phone from his suit pocket. He dialed a number, the person on the other line picking up on the third ring.

“You’re done? That quick?” The voice of a man on the other line. “How was it Johnny, was it really her?” The man kept pestering questions at Johnny.

“Well sir, if my eyes don’t deceive then yes sir, it was her.”

“You’re a dead man if it isn’t her. You know how long I’ve looked for her, trying to find her,” he said in a desperate voice.

“Yes, Jae I know.”

✧˚ · .

“Chaemin! Come out for dinner!” I brought the plates to the tables when I heard his little footsteps running.

“Come wash your hands first,” I told him when I noticed marker all over his little fingertips. I picked him up and headed to the kitchen sink when he washed and dried his hands.

“Mommy,” he asked, drying his hands.

“Yes, my baby, what is it?” I looked at him, putting him down.

“I made you a drawing.”

“Really!? Can you show me after we finish up our food,” I smiled at him. I placed him in his chair and sat in mine, enjoying another peaceful dinner, just the two of us.

“I’m done! Now can I show you my drawing mommy?” he asked.

“Of course, go fetch it.”

He didn’t need to asked twice, running as fast as possible to retrieve the drawing. I could hear his footsteps as he came running back. He stopped in front of me and handed me the drawing.

I froze.

“Chaemin, why are there three people?” I asked, I already knew who the third person was, but I still wanted to hear it from him.

“Ah him? That’s my daddy,” he said innocently.

I let out a soft chuckle, not taking my eyes off the drawing. “It’s a lovely drawing baby. I’m sure your daddy would’ve thought so as well.” He let out another smile, dimples appearing once again.

“Here, take it to your room, I’ll make sure to hang it up later,” I said as I handed the drawing back to him. He took it back, running back to his room. I watched as he left.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. It wasn’t like he didn’t know about his father. I never wanted him thinking he had no father or that his father had abandoned us. No, never. Instead, I told him a white lie.

“Your father is working overseas and can’t fly out every time to see us.”

Pathetic, right?

But I just wanted him to be happy, living in a world where he has two parents, not just one.

But I know that one day this white lie will have to end, the truth will be revealed.

✧˚ · .

After I’d finished cleaning up the table and dishes, I went to see Chaemin in his room.

“Ready for bed?” I asked, entering his room.

“Yes mommy,” he said, yawning.

I picked him up and headed towards the bathroom to give him a quick bath and then dressed him in his favorite dinosaur printed pj’s. He asked me to read him a bedtime story, in which I complied. He laid in bed as I read Peter Pan. By the time I finished reading and looked to see Chaemin, he was already peacefully sleeping. He looked so adorable. I pecked his nose and whispered “Goodnight my Chaemin-ie.”

I placed the book back where it belonged and headed out, making sure not to make the slightest noise.

I headed towards my room and grabbed my phone. I scrolled through it for a while, until I received a call. It was Soyoung.

Soyoung and I have known each other since elementary, we practically grew up together. She’s seen me at my lows and highs, sticking to me like a sticker. When she found out I was pregnant with his child she stuck by my side through the pregnancy. Honestly, what would I do without her?

“Hey Y/N!" Soyoung answered excitedly.

“Hey, what’s with all this energy?” I asked her, she couldn't possibly be drunk right now.

“Hehe, I just missed you,” she replied.

“It’s almost 11:00 p.m, yet you’re out here missing me?”

“Yes, how could I not, I’ve been stuck at the company all day. Anyways, how's my Chaemin-ie?” she asked.

“I just put him to sleep a while ago,” I told her.

“Awh, I wanted to talk to him,'' Soyoung said, with a hint of sadness in her voice.

“It’s too late for him to be up, besides he has a playdate tomorrow. Speaking of which, can you go with him?” I asked Soyoung.

“Huh? Yeah, sure I can, but where are you going tomorrow?” she questioned me.

“Ah, well remember the company I applied to, J Corps?”

“Yeah, the famous makeup company,” she replied.

“Well, earlier today a young man, I believe his name was Johnny, came to tell me to go to the interview tomorrow,” I explained.

“He came to your home?” Soyoung asked.

“Yeah.”

“Couldn’t they just send you a message, call you? Why’d he make his way all the way to your home to tell you something so simple?” Soyoung asked.

She had a point, I applied my information on the application, so they had access to that, so why’d he come in person to tell me something so trivial? “I don’t know, maybe they just function differently?” I just said, trying to shrug it off.

“Hmm, well then what time do you want me to pick him up?” she asked me.

“9:00, please. His playdate isn’t til 11 though, but I’ll probably still be stuck in the interview, I’ll be sure to send you the location too,” I informed her.

“Sounds good, I’ll stop by early tomorrow, get some rest, now Y/N,” she said.

“Good Night Soyoung” I wished her warmly.

Once our call had ended, I headed off, readying myself for bed. I hopped in the shower, dressed myself in my silk pajama gown, and did my skincare. It felt so peacefully, yet lonely. I tried not thinking too much, tucking myself off to bed.

Minutes passed by, my eyes were still awake. I couldn’t sleep. Was I thinking too much? Was I nervous for my interview tomorrow? Whatever it may be, it seems it’d keep me up for a while.

But as the wind blew and the night sky got darker I drifted off, finally dreaming away.

✧˚ · .

Ring. Ring. Ring.

My alarm kept ringing as it went off. I dreaded mornings and the bright sunlight that pierced through my bedroom curtains. I grabbed my phone that laid on the nightstand and checked the time, 7:00 a.m. Feeling a bit groggy, I got up from my bed and headed towards the bathroom. I showered to fully wake myself up and grabbed my best pair of professional clothes I could find. ‘First impressions count,’ I reminded myself.

I grabbed a pair of stockings to top it all off and thankfully these didn’t have a hole in them already. I proceeded to do my makeup, settling for something natural and my hair, giving it slight curls. I checked myself out in the mirror, patting my skirt, feeling satisfied with how I looked. Hoping this leaves a good impression on them.

8:15 a.m. It was now time to get Chaemin ready. I let him sleep a while longer, making sure he has enough energy for his playdate.

“Chaemin, baby time to get up” I said softly, stroking his hair.

“Mmm” he said.

“You gotta wake up love, we can’t have Siwoo waiting all alone” I said trying to convince him. He lifted himself up, being half-asleep and half-awake.

“What do you want to wear today?” I asked him, getting off his bed, going to his closest.

“Um, you can pick mommy,” he said looking at me.

I grabbed him a pair of jeans and a white shirt that had some drawings on it. I dressed him up, tied his shoes on, and carried him to the bathroom. I sat him on the bathroom counter. I ran the water, gently cleaning his face and slightly wetting his hair.

“Are you more up now baby,” I teased him. He looked at me and giggled. I then carried him again, making our way to the kitchen. I’d placed him on his chair.

“Stay here, while I prepare some breakfast,” I told him. He nodded his head.

I made us a simple breakfast, scrambled eggs, some waffles (Chaemin loves waffles), and a couple of sliced fruits. I brought out our breakfast and saw that Chaemin-in the midst of me making breakfast-had grabbed his tablet. That sly little boy.

“Breakfast is served,” I tell him, placing the plates down. He gives it a look and I swear this boy already has drool running down his mouth. “Don’t just look at it baby, dig in,” I tell him.

As we finished eating the doorbell rang. I got up looking through the peephole, seeing Soyoung waiting on the other end. I opened it and was quickly embraced into a hug.

“I’ve missed you!” she yelled, leaping into my arms.

“Me too,” I said but it was inaudible as my face was squished on her.

Footsteps of little feet could be heard. “AH! CHAEMIN!!!” Soyoung practically throws me aside now, “My sweet little child.”

“AUNTIE SOO!” Chamin yelled, running towards Soyoungs open arms. I watched as they warmly embraced one another.

“Chaemin, I can’t tell who you love more, me or auntie soo?”

He lets go and answers, “Obviously you mommy!”

“Come on Y/N, we haven’t seen each other in ages!”

“I know, but someone is just so busy being loving dovey with her soon-to-be,” I roll my eyes.

“Oh come on, I didn’t know Eunhyuck was gonna surprise me with a trip to Bali and then when I returned to a pile full of work!”

“Whatever, you can catch me up later. It's almost time for me to go, Chaemin’s things are already packed in his backpack upstairs in his room. Call me if you need anything or an emergency emerges. I’ll let you know when I’m out of there.”

“Got it ma’am.” My eyes rolled at the use of the word “ma’am.”

“I’ll try to be back as soon as possible.” I go over to Chaemin who sat at Soyoung’s lap. “Be a good boy while i’m gone, I love you. Mommy will be back soon,” I kiss his cheek.

“Yes mommy, Chaemin will make sure not to cause any trouble,” he smiled.

I pat his head and head to the door, they followed behind me. “Good luck!” They wished me. I gave Soyoung a parting hug and a last kiss to Chaemin which he gave me back in return.

Thus, I was off to whatever or whoever awaited me at J.Corps. Suddenly, feeling an eerily sensation running through me.

✧˚ · .

The ride to J.Corps was not long, a 15 minute commute.

One word though: Exquisite. The building was tall and quite wide. It ran from one end of the street to the other, and was made entirely of glass, yet maintained a modern look to it. In and out went people of all kinds, yet I felt like an outsider, out of place- out of touch?

‘Get a grip Y/N.’ I made my way inside and had my breath taken away. It just got a whole lot better on the inside, it feels as though I landed the jackpot. I can’t fuck this up.

“Hello, I’m here for an interview,” I asked the front desk receptionist. She looked young, mid 20’s? But yet so young, not to mention beautiful.

“Your name?” She asked kindly.

“Y/N Lee.”

She then dialed the telephone, “Hello, sir the applicant Y/N Lee is here, should I send her up now?” “Alright I’ll let her be on her way up,” she replied and hung up. “If you walk straight and take a right you’ll find the elevators, and head on up to level 14,” she explained. “And here take this pass so security can let you through,” she handed me a lanyard pass with the words “Applicant Y/N Lee” labeled across.

“Thank you,” I said to her and bowed.

I headed in the direction of the elevators, there was a hurdle of workers waiting.

Ding.

Luckily the elevators didn’t take long and I was on my way. I pressed the 14, which was the highest level this building had.

My nerves were settling in again. I felt sick to my stomach, fingers fidgeting.

Ding.

That was my stop. I stepped out and took a deep breath. Once I opened my eyes a familiar figure was in front of me. It was that man, Johnny.

“Hey there Y/N, glad to see you again,” he greeted me. I suddenly felt at ease.

“Are you the-” “No. no, no” he quickly shut me down.

“The big man is behind those doors,” he pointed toward the space surrounded by glass walls and doors. Though you couldn’t see who was inside.

“Shall we?” he asked, guiding the way. I nodded and we proceeded down the hall.

I looked to my left and right, observing everything bit by bit. I noticed a work space close, stopping in my tracks, “Is this where you work?” I asked Johnny.

“Ah yes, I'm more or less like his right hand man.” he smiled, seemingly proud.

We continued a bit further down, until we reached the doors. Before Johnny opened the doors I could’ve sworn he gave me a sympathetic look, but it must have been my imagination, I mean what could be awaiting me behind those doors is nothing, right? As he opened them we walked further inside.

“Sir, Y/N Lee is here,” Johnny notified the man standing looking outside the window.

The man was tall, well built, he didn’t look old, in fact he looked around my age. His hair was slightly slicked back. He felt almost nostalgic.

“Hello sir, I’m Y/N Lee it’s a pleasure to me-”

As he turned around, I didn’t need to see or be told who that man was, it was Jaehyun.

Jeong Jaehyun

The same man from 3 years ago.

What was Jeong Jaehyun doing here?

Why was Jeong Jaehyun here?

How was Jeong Jaehyun here?

“It’s nice seeing you again… Y/N” Jaehyun spoke, his voice so bittersweet.

Jaehyun’s POV

After the front receptionist called me up, I sent Johnny to wait by the elevators.

Nervous, wouldn’t be the right word to describe my feelings right now.

After 3 years, three, in which I spent looking for her, trying to find out her whereabouts, she was finally coming back.

That day, it still haunts me, it’s like I'm stuck there repeating those moments over and over again.

No matter how long it’s been she’s still mine, mine to love, adore, cherish, support, protect, and die for.

When I saw she applied for my company I couldn’t believe it. I thought it was a dream, or perhaps someone impersonating her, but no it was like I was given another chance, fate perhaps. I accepted it without hesitation, though sending Johnny to go over to her home was a bit much, I still wanted to verify and confirm it was indeed her. She was going to be mine again and this time I won’t let her slip through my fingers.

When I heard her voice, the most beautiful melody, a voice that I had missed hearing every hour, every minute, everyday. But when I turned to get a look at her for the first time after 3 years, her face looked drained of color. Like she’d come face to face with her worst nightmare.

“It’s nice seeing you again… Y/N” I spoke. Her name, finally saying it to her again.

“Yo-you” she spoke softly, head to the floor, “What are you doing here” she asked.

Silence.

I signaled Johnny out the room, I knew this encounter wouldn’t be a happy one, far from it.

“What do you mean? I’m here to conduct your interview,” Jaehyun answered.

“Don’t tell me you're the-” “CEO? Yes, that would be me. Let me introduce myself, I’m Jeong Jaehyun, CEO of J.Corps,” he explained, walking over, closer.

I lifted my head. He was in front of me now. We looked at each other, burning our gazes into each other.

“So what, you wanted to mock me? Ridicule me? Humiliate me?” I yelled, holding back tears.

How could the 3 years I spent, forgetting, moving on come crumbling down in a matter of seconds.

He came closer, but I backed away, “No, Y/N I would never do that. That was never my intention, I just wanted to… to see you again. Do you know how hard it’s been for me since you left?”

Oh?

3 years ago…

Y/N version:

It was a particularly cold January day. Y/N found herself waiting in the big shared apartment complex for Jaehyun. Awaiting his arrival so that she could announce the big news…

Her pregnancy.

As of late Y/N hasn’t been feeling her best and after she missed her menstrual cycle, she put 2 and 2 together. So upon taking several pregnancy tests and a doctor visit, she indeed got the confirmation she needed. She was pregnant, 3 weeks to be exact, according to her doctor. Oh boy, was she excited, it was her dream, this child inside her was not only hers, but Jaehyun’s as well. Their child.

As every second, minute, and hour passed, Jaehyun was still not home. But, Y/N didn’t let this bother her as Jaehyun had been occupied with work, as of late, resulting in him coming home late. As she waited she watched whatever television show, a means of keeping herself awake. In the midst of this her phone pinged. A message. Her mind went immediately to Jaehyun, but that fantasy got shut down in a matter of seconds. It was her brother, Taeyong Lee.

Taeyong: Isn’t this Jaehyun?

Then proceeded to send an image. In a matter of seconds her world came crumbling down.

The image in question was of Jaehyun, no matter how much she tried denying it, it was useless because that was him. Jaehyun with some other woman. They were hugging or more like cuddling one another, seemingly enjoying each other's company.

Y/N: Yes… but who’s that besides him?

Her mind was overflowing with questions and her heart was overflowing with emotions.

Taeyong: To tell you the truth, I don’t know. I came out for some drinks with my friends and well he was here

Taeyong: At first, I wasn’t sure but it sure did seem like him

Taeyong: So I took the picture to verify with you it really was him

‘What the fuck. Does this mean all this time he was out doing supposed “work” he was partying up at some club with god knows how many women?’ was what she thought. She didn’t know what to do, what to feel. But, she tried suppressing her emotions as she remembered she was carrying a child after all. The doctor told her earlier not to put too much strain as it could be bad for the baby. Yet that didn’t stop the tears from coming out. They flowed down her face.

How could he?

Why would he?

In those moments she realized what she needed to do. It was to get out. Leave him. And so she did. She called Soyoung asking for a place to stay, explaining everything, minus the baby part as she feared she might’ve made her want to murder Jaehyun even more than she would’ve. Packing her stuff, leaving not one single trace of her behind.

Fuck this and Fuck him.

3 years ago…

Jaehyun’s version:

Lately, Jaehyun has been stuck working non-stop as he was in the midst of preparing to inherit his father’s company. He kept this a secret from Y/N, wanting to surprise her. But, this particular night ended differently from the rest. His colleagues, Mark and Jungwoo suggested going to a bar for some drinks, as a way to get Jaehyun to take a break. Jaehyun was left with no option but to oblige. So the trio went out to a local bar not far from the office. Though, it seems like Jaehyun had a little too much. Was it all the stress from working so hard? Yet, needless to say, he was drunk.

That was when another trio, some woman came in and joined them, but Jaehyun, being drunk, practically passed out, doesn’t take into account one of them bundled up against him.

In that moment was when Taeyong entered the same bar and spotted him. From Taeyong’s perspective it looked like they were all up on each other but in reality that really wasn’t the case.

After some time, the girls left the trio by themselves, finding other men to be with. Mark was somewhat sober and noted Jaehyn was asleep so he tried reaching out to Johnny to get him to come get Jaehyun.

Johnny drove Jaehyun to Johnny’s apartment complex. Getting Jaehyun out was a hassle, it was like dealing with a dead but very much alive body. He placed Jaehyun on his bed and slept on the couch.

Oh, was Jaehyun gonna get an earful when he’d awaken.

Jaehyun awoke the next morning, his head stinged, possibly from all the drinks he’d had last night. He looked around, noticing an unfamiliar setting.

‘Where am I?’ he wondered. This wasn’t the shared apartment he had with Y/N. That was when a familiar figure opened the door, Johnny.

“Finally, you’re awake! You seriously need to calm down on the drinks man,” Johnny nagged. He handed Jaehyun some medication, to help with the hangover. “Since you’re awake want some breakfast?”

“No, I’m good, I'll go eat with Y/N she must be worried. Can I at least use your shower?” Jaehyun asked.

Johnny agreed and showed him to the bathroom and lended him some of his clothes. After showering Jaehyun noticed his phone was on the floor, it must've fallen when he laid down. He opened it, but to his surprise no calls nor texts from Y/N.

‘That’s weird? Is she mad?’ Jaehyun wondered, after all he didn’t tell her he wouldn’t be home last night. So he tried calling her, no answer, he tried again, again no answer. He began panicking, imagining the worst. He rushed out of the bedroom, to Johnny.

“Can you drive me back home, I need to go NOW!”

“Sure, but what’s wrong?” Johnny tried asking.

“It’s Y/N she’s not answering my calls or my messages.”

Johnny asked nothing more and the two left the apartment. Johnny sensed a sense of urgency and desperacy from Jaehyun.

Once they arrived Jaehyun didn’t waste time, not bidding nor thanking Johnny. He ran, like his life depended on it. Jaehyun entered the door code and opened the apartment door.

It was dark, deprived of any light. It felt cold, like if the freezer had been left open. He called her name, yet again no answer.

Jaehyun was scared. Scared to even turn on the lights. Scared of what he may find. But when the lights shunned in that room, it felt as though death came to him. He searched every room for Y/N. When he reached the bedroom his clothes were scattered and Y/N’s completely gone. No note left from Y/N, nothing, not a single trace.

She was gone. Everything of and about her was gone. Her scent was gone too.

And at that moment, Jaehyun felt that he’d lost you. Forever.

3 years ago…

the following day

I’d finally awoken, last night's events playing in my head. It was a nightmare. Jaehyun had been cheating on me in the disguise of “work.” After being together for 6 years I thought nothing could stop our love, stop us, but it seems like this universe had other plans in mind. I’d gotten up from Soyoung’s bed, turning to my left where my phone laid on a night stand. I grabbed it, powering it back on.

20+ missed calls, 20+ messages all from Jaehyun.

Messages like, “Where are you?” “Y/N please tell me where are you” “I’m sorry Y/N please come back” “Answer me Y/N”

‘What the actual fuck’ I thought. Was he serious right now? After everything he did, he’s out here begging me?

I got up from bed and headed outside. I looked for Soyoung and she was nowhere to be found, only leaving behind a small post-it note with the words, “Went to work, call me if anything :)”

I was alone again, well I still had my baby with me. I stroked my stomach, remembering to eat some breakfast, for the sake of my child. While I ate I thought about how I still needed to break-up with him, end this... For my sake and for my child’s.

With courage I opened his contact. And typed

Y/N: Meet me at your apartment. I’ll be there at 2.

He immediately read it, three dots typing

Jaehyun: Do you mean our apartment?

Jaehyun: Y/N?

Jaehyun: Fine, i’ll be here waiting for you

I didn’t answer back, why should I? I’d made my intentions clear.

I got ready, using the clothes I’d brought with me and wrote Soyoung a post-it in case she came back earlier, and headed off. Facing Jaehyun wasn’t going to be easy, but I had to, I had to get out of this.

When I arrived it was like Jaehyun was waiting for me, the door opened before I could put in the code. He looked disheveled, miserable, like his life had been sucked out of him. I stepped inside, closing the door behind me. He got closer, trying to embrace me into a hug, but I backed away him down. He was shocked, he knew this wasn’t like me, in fact I loved his embraces, his warm touch, but knowing those arms touched someone else’s, embraced someone else made me disgusted. He disgusts me.

“Y- Y/N?”

I gathered up all my courage, fighting back tears, clenching my fist.

“Let’s break-up Jae.”

Those words were like Jaehyun’s second death.

“N-no, Y/N what? Why? What’s wrong, le-let’s talk it out, please” tears started spilling from his eyes, his voice shaken.

“There’s nothing to say Jae, let’s end this here and now. Please, I- I just can’t do this anymore, I don’t love you anymore,” lies, how could I not anymore? Jaehyun is all I wanted. He was the perfect boyfriend, I truly love him. After all I was to- we were to have a child together, but he would much rather warmly embrace another…

I looked into his eyes, tears overflowing from those chocolate like eyes of his. Nothing was said, it was silent until he spoke again, “Fine, if that’s how you truly feel then fine, I won’t blame you…” he hesitated for a moment before finally saying it, “let’s break up.”

At that moment, tears were threatening to fall down, but I couldn't, I wanted to stay strong for just a little while longer. I made my way to the door, wanting nothing more but to get out of here.

I took one last look, he was still standing there, lifeless. I’m sorry Jae, but I wasn’t gonna be by his side and act like nothing happened.

“Goodbye Jaehyun,” I said, coldly, with no emotion. I felt numb, my heart was ruptured into a million pieces.

There was no more us. It was over.

Back to Present

“Look, Jaehyun, how about we end this talk? What happened in the past, doesn’t matter. I’ve moved on and you should’ve too,” I told him.

“Ye-yeah, you’re right after all I called you in for an interview, not to argue about our past.” he said before continuing, “please have a seat” he gestured to the chair in front of his desk.

I sat down, taking a deep breath in before bracing myself. I’m here to get a job after, even if that means having my ex-boyfriend, aka my child’s father as my boss.

“Now Y/N you applied to be my secretary, right?” he asked.

“Yes before I knew you were to be my boss,” slight attitude in voice. Mainly because I still found the whole situation a bit annoying.

“What? Do you not want the job any more?”

“I DO!” I yelled. How else was I gonna support Chaemin, making sure he got everything he needed in life.

“Fine then, let me ask you some questions,” he said, getting more serious. He really stepped into his job as CEO.

The interview took some time, but by the end of it I felt some confidence.

“One last question” he abruptly questioned. I nodded signaling him to proceed.

“Are you truly fine with working with me? You know being my secretary means having to be by my side at all times.”

I gave it some thought, ‘Was this his way of saying I got the job?’ If so, I have to say no, maybe it’ll be a pain, but again for Chaemin’s sake I have to. As long as he doesn’t find out about Chaemin.

“Yes… It’s like I told you before Jaehyun what happened in the past happened and I've moved on.”

He studied me and my face for a while before proceeding to say, “Fine then, you're hired.”

I instantly gleamed with happiness, finally a stable job where I'd receive a stable income. No more part-time job at some restaurants or grocery stores.

“THANK YOU MR. JEONG!” I bowed, giving Jaehyun my thanks.

“You know it feels weird having you bow to me, don’t do that again unless you wanna get fired.” he joked. “You can start the day after tomorrow. I’ll tell Johnny to send you your schedule later and a set of company rules.”

“Alright, thank you once again.”

“I’ll see you the day after tomorrow then… Bye Y/N or should I say Ms. Lee,” he said, giving a slight smile. His dimples on display, the same dimples like Chaemin’s.

“You can just call me by my name, it feels weird being called Ms. Lee by you,” I say walking towards the doors.

I heard Jaehyun briefly chuckle at my remark saying, “As you wish Ms. Y/N.”

I stopped, not opening the door yet and turned around one last time. “Goodbye Mr. Jeong.”

He gave me a wave and I returned one back. Opening and closing his office doors.

As I walked back to the elevators, I heard someone call my name. The voice in question was Johnny. He came towards me stopping 3 feet from me. Bowing he said, “I’m so sorry Y/N I know you probably hate Jaehyun yet I deliberately kept his identity from you… but it’s just the guy has really been a mess since you left, I’m not saying this in the hopes of anything, but really Y/N... Jaehyun may seem like nothings bothering him, especially something that took place years ago, but it’s still an everlasting nightmare engraved in him.”

I was speechless to say the least. I thought maybe he would’ve moved on and exaggerated earlier when he said, “Do you know how hard it’s been for me since you left?”

Answering Johnny I said, “Oh, no, no it’s fine I mean it hasn’t been easy for me either, but I found a new happiness, something to live for,” I said smiling as I remembered Chaemin’s bright dimpled-smile.

The elevator finally arrived, my cue to leave. I bowed to Johnny, “Thank you though… for everything,” I said, indicating at looking after and taking care of Jaehyun all this time.

As the doors closed I saw Johnny smiling, giving me a wave goodbye.

On the elevator ride down, I thought about what had just happened, trying to process it clearly now. ‘This is my life now…’ The man who I thought I’d never see again, came back–unexpectedly--but he was back. Though, this time we were employer and employee, nothing more.

✧˚ · .

I made my way back home, I’d notified Soyoung, in which she responded, ‘Chaemin’s still playing, we probably won’t be back for a while.’

That was good to say the least, part of me wanted nothing more but to be alone right now. After my encounter with Jaehyun, flashbacks of 3 years ago replayed in my head. It felt like I was there–in that apartment complex I shared with him–telling him ‘Let’s break up.’

Seeing him everyday from now on wasn’t going to be easy, but it’s something I’ll have to deal with. I was in a daze when my phone pinged. It was an email.

To: Ms. Y/L/N

From: Johnny Suh

Subject: Work Schedule - Company Rules and Guidelines.

Hello Ms. Y/L/N,

I know you just left a while ago, but Jaehyun informed me to send you your Work Schedule and a set of Company rules and Guidelines. So I have attached two files, one for each subject. Please let me know if you have any questions or would like for your schedule to be rearranged. Thank you.

[ Y/L/N Scedule.pdf ]

[ J.Corps Rules and Guidelines.pdf ]

I skimmed through both files, my schedule was fairly decent. From 7am to 11pm, everyday. I mean I applied for secretary, I knew what I was getting into, the long hours, piles of papers to look over, countless appointments, etc.

Yeah, maybe that meant less time to see Chaemin, but he was already going to school, so he wouldn’t be that alone. At least, the pay was good too and I would even get paid on vacations and absences. Maybe Jaehyun isn’t too bad of a boss after all.

I replied to Johnny’s email after going through everything, “Everything seems fine to me. Thank you Johnny, I look forward to working with you!” And hit send.

I rested my head against the couch, feeling myself finally relax. Without realizing it I had drifted, drifted into a warm and cozy sleep.

✧˚ · .

I felt something on me, something calling me.

“-my,” It said. It shook me, “Mommy!”

I know who that something and it was now, Chaemin.

I awoke from my restful nap to my child, sitting on my lap.

“Hey, baby. You’re back from your playdate?” I asked.

“Yes, mommy! I had soooo much fun and I wanted to tell you all about it, but when I came in we saw you sleeping on the couch!”

“I’m sorry baby, mommy has had a long day.”

I tried smiling, trying to avoid being pestered with questions by Chaemin. I was in no mood to lie, I couldn’t. I don’t know if it was my half-asleep or half-woken state or my guilt that rushed over me when I had just met the one person Chaemin has been dying to see- to meet, his father.

What I didn’t expect was Chaemin to embrace me into a hug. ‘Was he trying to comfort me?’ I felt tears threatening to spill from my eyes, ‘What did I do to deserve him, he’s so precious. My Chaemin, my baby.’ We stayed like that for a while longer, until I heard quiet breaths and little snores. He’d fallen asleep, all the while embracing me, his mother.

At that moment Soyoung walked in. I had forgotten she must’ve been here too. I shushed her, signaling to her that Chaemin was asleep. She gave me an Ok.

I got up, whispering to her, “I’ll go put him in his bed, be right back.” She nodded.

I continued my way to Chaemin’s room. Opening the door and heading straight to his bed. I lifted the covers, putting him down and untying his shoes. I tucked him in–making sure he was nice and cozy–gave him a good night's kiss, and whispered to him, “Good Night.”

As I made my way to the living room, Soyoung was on the couch, two glasses of wine on the coffee table, already filled. I knew I had to tell her, tell her about my encounter with Jaehyun.

“Don’t just stand there, here have a drink,” Soyoung said in a cheerful tone, offering me a glass of wine.

I made my way to the couch, sitting down next to her and taking the glass she’d offered me. I took a sip, enjoying the sensation it brought down my throat.

“Rough day?” She asked.

I hummed.

“Didn’t get the job?”

I looked at her, “Yeah, I did… it’s just.”

“Just?”

I took another sip, hoping this wine intoxicates me to have some confidence, some courage.

“I saw him- Jaehyun I mean.”

She didn’t speak, she looked shocked, her eyes widening.

“When I walked into the supposed CEO’s office, he was there… Jaehyun is the CEO.”

“Shut up! What the fuck Y/N!”

She seemed enraged. It’s been 3 years, but she’d still gladly murder Jaehyun if she had the chance.

“I wish I was lying, wished my eyes deceived me, but it really was him. After 3 years, he appeared before me again. Though, he looked hurt, in pain.”

She let out a chuckle, “Him hurt? In pain? Are you hearing yourself Y/N? We’re talking about Jaehyun! Jaehyun, the man who cheated on you!”

“I know, but the way he would look at me, like I was still his world, like he still loved me. And the strange things he said.”

“What did he say?”

“‘I just wanted to… to see you again. ‘Do you know how hard it’s been for me since you left?’ Was what he said.”

“That ass-”

“I didn’t get it. Why now? I felt like my life was finally peaceful, like I’d never see him again, but then today happened. Then suddenly, I began reminiscing, going back to those days from 3 years ago,” I interrupted her before she could have an outburst.

Her expression softened. Soyoung was the only one who truly understood me, who stood by my side after I left him. She supported me, even accompanying me to my ultrasound appointments whenever she could. Truly one of the best, best friends anyone could ever ask for.

“Look, Y/N, I’ve always told you I’ll support you no matter what, whatever happens I’ll be here. I just hope you don’t forget what he did to you. No matter how long it’s been. It pained me seeing you like that, with no will to live.”

My face felt wet. Ah, the tears that I’d been bottling up since the morning finally streaming down my face.

Soyoung pulled me into her embrace. She rubbed my back, like I was some baby, but I didn’t move, in fact I enjoyed it. It felt warm, it felt safe. I continued sobbing, whispering, “I love you,” to Soyoung.

She whispered back, “I love you more.”

I smiled, peacefully drifting off to sleep again.

✧˚ · .

I awoke the next morning. Finding myself on the couch and Soyoung on the other side. She was still sleeping, peacefully sleeping. I got up sneaking my way back to my room. Tomorrow is the day I remembered. My first day as Jaehyun’s secretary.

I slipped into the shower, readying myself for today. Today I decided to go visit my mother with Chaemin. Crossing my fingers she’d agree to looking after Chaemin while I worked.

As I made my way back outside, Soyoung was in the kitchen, making herself some coffee.

“Good morning to you,” I said.

She looked at me yawning, “Good morning.”

Soyoung wasn’t quite a morning person, the same could be said about me too. I joined her in the kitchen–taking ingredients out–making breakfast.

“Could you go wake Chaemin up for me?” I asked her.

She didn’t need to be asked twice, scurrying off to Chaemin’s room. I began making, yet another regular breakfast. Scrambled eggs, bacon, crispy toasted bread, and a yogurt parfait (another one of Chaemin’s favorites). As I just about finished, I heard footsteps approaching. Soyoung carried a sleepy, but woken Chaemin in her arms.

“Smells, good!” she said.

“I’m just about done. What do you wanna drink, Chaemin?”

“Chocolate milk,” he mumbled.

I softly chuckled, “Alright, go sit down and I’ll bring out the food shortly.”

Soyoung left with Chaemin, seating him down at the table and walked back to the kitchen.

“I’ll help make the chocolate milk,” she said.

“Make me some too!” I said.

“Sure thing, anything else your highness,” she teased, laughing at her own statement.

I cringed. Soyoung really was something.

✧˚ · .

After we finished breakfast, Soyoung insisted on cleaning up, to which I had no choice but to agree. I took this as an opportunity to get Chaemin ready. It was already 10 a.m and we best be on our way to my mother’s.

As I got him ready Soyoung popped in. “Hey! I’m a go now,” she said.

“What? Really?”

“Yeah, besides you guys have to go see your mother.”

I’d informed them of my visit while we ate breakfast, in which Chaemin smiled so happily, he loved his grandmother.

“Alright then, I'll see you…”

“Soon, soon I promise,” she said.

“Fine by me. Bye Soyoung. Thank you for everything, literally everything,” I told her, embracing her into a warm hug. She helped me yet again yesterday. She’s like my angel sent from heaven.

“You know I’ll always be here.”

We let go of one another and she bid her goodbye to Chaemin.

“I love you Y/N, take care,” she said as she left.

“I love you too Soo.”

With Soyoung gone, I finished getting Chaemin ready, packing him any necessities in his backpack. You know, in case of emergencies. I finished and carried him, all the way to my car. I locked our home door, placed him in his carseat, and soon we were off the road to visit grandma.

✧˚ · .

My mother lived an hour away, living in the same home since I’d been born. I’m actually glad she hasn’t moved, that home holds some of my most precious memories, times when I was an innocent child, expecting life to be rainbows and sunshine.

My family was quite small, consisting of my mother, father, and older brother Taeyong. In their eyes, I was their baby. Despite our four year age gap, my brother and I got along. We were like regular siblings. My family was pretty well off too, owning and operating a restaurant in the town they live in. I truly love this family.

While on the ride there, a memory flashed in my head. The day I told them I was pregnant.

3 years ago…

I sat my mother down, my father joining soon after. Taeyong was set to arrive anytime soon. I’d call them all over to tell them about my pregnancy and about Jaehyun. My family absolutely loved Jaehyun, so how would they react to this news?

The door opened and then closed, Taeyong storming in. He noticed us as he came into the living room, taking a seat.

“What’s wrong Y/N, is everything okay?” He asked.

I felt my tears rushing out of me again for the nth time this week. I’m surprised my eyes don’t look like puffer fish by now.

Weakly I said, “I-I’m pregnant.”

Shock on their faces. Soon after my mother rose and pulled into a hug. It felt nice, warm, something I haven’t felt in a while.

“Congratulations!” She said.

“Bu-but.”

“But? But what sweetie?”

I sucked up all the strength I had left, “I broke up with Jaehyun.”

There it was. Saying his name, that phrase, triggered the tears. They fell, like a waterfall.

My mother sat back down. The happiness from earlier, wiped.

“Why? What’d he do? I thought you two always wanted a child?” she asked. She was as broken as me.

“That ass-” Taeyong finally spoke.

“Taeyong,” my father said sternly.

“What is it Taeyong? Do you know?” mother asked, looking between me and Taeyong.

He looked at me for approval, I nodded. I didn’t have much in me to explain.

“He cheated on her,” he said bluntly.

My parents turned their heads to me. My father was fuming and my mother in disbelief. Taeyong explained the situation-his encounters of that night-and I chimed in whenever I could. My father looked like he was about to explode, ready to kill. My mother walked over to me, lifting my head up. I was a sobbing mess. She embraced me yet again, letting me cry on her.

She patted me on the head, “It’s okay my darling, you did what was best for you, for your baby.”

I stayed like that for a while longer. Until I pulled away. Their eyes on me, filled with sadness at watching me break down like that.

She took my hands. They felt so warm.

“Y/N, no matter what happens from here on out we’ll support you, you can stay here until you can find a job. We’ll take care of you and the baby. Your guys' well-being is all that matters, after all.”

My father nodded in agreement. He didn’t say much, he never really did, but I knew he cared.

Taeyong got up as well, putting a hand on my shoulder. “I’ll be here too, I’ll come visit whenever I can, I’ll take care of you and the little one,” he smiled.

It was moments like these that gave me hope, gave me a will to live. ‘Your going to be one lucky baby.’

15 minutes later, me and Chaemin arrived at our destination–Grandma’s house. We got out of the car and walked to the gate. I opened it, making our way to the front door.

“Wanna knock Chaemin?”

He knocked, his little knuckles hitting the door. No answer. I told him to do it once more. So he did. Luckily this time the door opened.

“Oh! What a pleasant surprise!” my mother said happily.

“Grandma!”

I passed Chaemin to my mother, she took him into her arms where they embraced each other. She then pulls me into a hug, feeling that motherly warmth. We part and she says, “Come in, come in sweeties.”

We made our way to the living room in which me and Chaemin sat down.

“Any drinks?” she asked.

“Juice!” yelled Chaemin.

“Some water is fine, mom.”

She grabbed the beverages and then proceeded to sit down with us.

“So what brings you here darling?” she asked me.

“Ah, well the thing is I finally found a stable job,” I said.

“Really!? That’s amazing darling!”

“Yeah, but it requires me to be at work from 7 to 11, everyday,” I explained. “So I was wondering if you could watch over Chaemin while I’m gone.”

Before she said anything I informed, “Ah well you wouldn’t have to care for him completely just getting him ready for school, dropping and picking him up, and making sure he sleeps.”

She looked in deep thought. “You can even come live with me, if you want or I can drop Chaemin off,” I said.

“Y/N enough rambling, I know whenever you ramble it’s because you're nervous, but don’t be darling. I won’t say no to you, of course I'll take care of Chaemin. After all, this is your first serious job opportunity, go for it.” she said.

I was glad she supported me, but would she still feel the same if she knew I'd be working for Jaehyun?

Our visit ended up lasting longer than I'd expected, as by the time we left the sun was beginning to set. Chaemin got to see his Grandpa too, in which they spent quality time together. It warmed my heart seeing my family laughing and smiling in front of my eyes.

We bidded them a farewell, giving each other a hug and kiss goodbye. I walked to my car, Chaemin wrapped around my waist. I put him in his car seat and went to mine. As I drove away my parents were still outside. They waved at us, with a big ol-smile on their faces.

The talk with my mother went smoothly, we agreed to rotate from one week of her staying at my home and the next with Chaemin staying with them. Starting tomorrow she’d arrived just as I was to leave.

Tomorrow, less than 24 hours away. My new life from now on, with him there.

✧˚ · .

I could hear my alarm ringing. I reached out to grab my phone, 5:00 a.m read the lock screen. It was times like this that I wish I was a morning person because as much as I wanted to get ready, I stayed in bed for another 5 to 10 minutes.

When I finally felt like getting up I made my way to the bathroom, a nice shower ought to do it. I proceeded to dress myself in a white button down long sleeve shirt, a black pencil skirt that reached above my knees, and a black wool coat. Once dressed it was time for hair and make-up. I decided on straightening my hair and another natural look, natural to the point it looked as though I had nothing on.

With around 50 minutes left to spare I grabbed the black Loewe handbag my brother Taeyong gifted me a while back. I stuffed in my necessities, to survive 16 hours in that company. I quietly went into Chaemin’s room, kissing him goodbye before I left.

I looked at my phone clock again, it was time to go. I approached the front door, slipping on my black heels. As I opened the door and looked up I saw my mother approaching in her car. She sure is punctual. I walked over, helping her with her suitcases and briefly explained some things and told her to text, if not call me if anything.

“Good luck,” she said, smiling as I left to my car.

Once I was all situated, I drove off. My first day as Jaehyun’s secretary. ‘I wonder what today will have in store for me.”

I parked my car, luckily there weren’t many cars parked. I made my way to the elevators to get out of the parking lot, arriving on the first floor. Last time I was so nervous that I was unable to see the cafe on the first floor. I went in, getting myself something to eat, but also some things for Johnny and Jaehyun, I mean starting today we were all going to work with one another, so why not commemorate? I ordered a frappe for myself and two coffees, ordering Jaehyun’s just as he liked it, hoping he doesn’t take this in some way. As well as 3 sandwiches, all the same,

‘I hope Johnny doesn’t have any food allergies.’

With drinks and sandwiches in hand, I made my way to the elevators, up to the 14th floor.

Ding.

I was here. The 14th floor. I took a deep breath in, going out of the elevator. I made my way straight to Jaehyun’s office. Taking in another deep breath before knocking.

“Who is it,” said a voice, his voice.

“It’s Y/N, sir.”

“Come in.”

I gripped the door handle, opening the door. There he was. Like last time, sat in his desk chair, wearing a suit, and a pen in hand.

“Good morning. Welcome to your first day Ms. Y/N,” he said smiling, displaying his dimples.

I walked towards the seating area in his office, placing the things I bought in the cafe on the coffee table. Taking out only his things.

I walked over, standing in front of him. He gave me a confused look.

“I stopped by the cafe before coming here and thought about buying you and Johnny a gift,” I said, shyly.

“A gift?” he questioned.

“A I look forward to working with you, type of gift.” It probably sounded stupid, but it was the truth.

He chuckled. “Please take care of me then,” he said, taking the coffee and sandwich out of my hands. “Thank you Ms. Y/N. Next time I’ll treat you.”

I nodded, retrieving my things, before heading to the door. I looked back saying, “I look forward to working with you.” I was about to bow when I remembered when he told me it made him uncomfortable seeing me do such a thing to him of all people.

I saw a faint smile appear on his face. “Same here, now go do your work secretary.”

I smiled and then nodded, heading out of his office. ‘Maybe this won’t be too bad after all.’

✧˚ · .

I’m starting to regret what I said earlier about this being not too bad. 5 hours into my first day as secretary and I've booked 5 appointments for Jaehyun and gone through 2 files. It’s no easy work, not to mention my running back and forth from my office to Jaehyun’s, a whole cardio workout. But with 30 minutes left until my lunch break, I decided to go over one more file.

I was going over the third file when I heard a knock on my office door. I looked up yelling, “Come in.”

It was Johnny, his figure walking into my office space.

“It’s almost lunch time and I was wondering if you wanted to eat together? You know as a thank you for the coffee and sandwich.”

“Sure, let me just grab my bag.”

“No need Y/N, i’ll pay.”

“Oh my- Thank you Johnny.”

I still grabbed my bag and we then walked out, heading to the cafeteria.

Lunch was delicious, true to his word Johnny paid for everything. We ate and chatted. Surprisingly me and Johnny seem to have hit it off pretty easily and quickly. When we finished Johnny was kind enough to throw our trash away.

Afterwards, we headed back to the 14th floor. Where work is to be resumed. As we stepped out of the elevators we saw Jaehyun leaving his office. He noticed us, nodding when he did.

“Off somewhere?” asked Johnny.

Jaehyun stopped, “I got a call to stop by the new store we’re opening.” His eyes alternated from me to Johnny.

“Ooh, go ahead then don’t wanna keep them waiting.”

“I’ll see you two when I get back,” he said, getting ready to leave but said, “Oh Y/N can you look over a file I sent you, I need it done by today.”

“Sure thing, i’ll go look at it in a sec.”

He gave an approved hum before finally entering the elevator that arrived. He gave a short wave, in which me and Johnny both returned.

Just as Jaehyun said, I looked over the file he sent. It took around 4 hours, from reading it thoroughly, editing it, and finalizing it. After that I sent it back to him. ‘I wonder if he’s back by now… What? Seriously Y/N what are you thinking?’

The rest of the day went by normally, I even went to take my picture for my employee card. Johnny informed me about that when we were eating lunch. It was a long first day but it was finally time to leave. I looked out my window, seeing it was pitch dark outside. I went to Jaehyun’s office–he must’ve been here by now–to inform him about my leave. I knocked.

“Come in,” said his voice.

As I walked in he looked up, leaving whatever he was doing, giving me his attention.

“I’m here to tell you that it’s time for me to leave.”

He looked at his watch. “Ah, yes it is. Good job today.”

“Thank you sir.” I said.

“Drive safely,” he said. ”See you tomorrow Y/N.”

“I will, and see you tomorrow too. Bye Mr. Jeong.”

As we bidded each other a goodbye I walked out of his office. I felt his gaze burning holes in my back, I tried ignoring it as I walked out.

I headed to Johnny’s office next, bidding him a farewell as well. I left the building, heading to my car. The drive home was fairly peaceful. When I rolled into my driveway I noticed the kitchen lights were still on.

I walked into my home, my mother was still up. It was well past 11 and she was still up.

“Why are you still up, mom?”

“I wanted to wait for you, make sure you made it back safely.”

“Thank you, but next time don’t do that, you should rest as well.”

“Sure, sure, sure, but how was your first day?” she asked.

“Tiring and exhausting, but great.”

“That’s nice, now go get ready for bed. Rest yourself up darling.”

“Mmm, you too mother. Good Night,” I said, giving her a hug before we went to our respective rooms.

I got into bed, feeling so nice to finally relax. It must’ve been how tired I was since I was able to fall asleep very fast.

✧˚ · .

The first week went by quickly. I accompanied Jaehyun to several meetings and even to some of the stores the company owned. It was still quite tiring and exhausting, but sooner or later I'd be used to all this.

By the second week, I felt drained. I wanted out, but it was too late now wasn't it?

The third week came around and it was better. I felt more adapted to all this. Even working with Jaehyun seemed easier, not as awkward as before.

One month later.

It was well over a month by now and I would say I’ve grown to feel like I belong here. Today was a fairly regular day, like any other. I was working on the monthly report when my office phone rang, I picked it up wondering who it could've been.

“Can you come to my office?” said the person on the other line. I recognized that voice, it was Jaehyun.

I wonder what he could’ve wanted now? To book him another appointment? To look over files? reports? I left my office and headed to his. Unlike before, now I just walk in, no knocking.

“What can I do for you sir?”

“I know this isn’t work related but, is it okay if I treat you to some dinner after work? With Johnny too of course.”

I felt flabbergasted, no words. He must’ve felt it too because he said, “Ah, but of course you don’t have to- I just thought we’d commemorate your first month working here, after all I do owe you a dinner.”

Oh, right he did in fact owe me dinner. So there should be no reason to refuse, right?

“Sure,” I said.

My eyes might’ve deceived me but his expression seemed to brighten. “Great, then we’ll get off work earlier. 8 seems fine?”

“Yeah, sure. I’ll try and finish before we leave,” I said, making my way to the door. I headed back to my office, quickly finishing the report before it was time to leave.

It was finally time, well not 8 exactly but 10 minutes till 8. I organized my desk and then grabbed my things.

Knock.

“Are you ready to go?” said Johnny from the other side.

I walked to the door, opening it. “Yes, where is Jaehyun?”

In that moment it was like he appeared out of thin air.

“Shall we?” he asked.

We nodded, Jaehyun walking first and us following behind him. We waited for the elevator and headed down to the garage. Johnny and Jaehyun headed to Jaehyun’s car, while I went to mine.

“I’ll send over the location,” Johnny said.

“Okay, thanks.”

I put the address into my phone GPS, exiting the parking lot. I ended up arriving before them, considering how we both left at the same time. I took this as an opportunity to call my mother, informing her I'd go out to eat with my boss and a co-worker. As much as I insisted for her not to worry and go to sleep–but as stubborn as she was–she refused. Just as I hung up they arrived.

“What took you two so long?” I asked as they approached.

“I needed to stop by the convenience store,” Johnny answered.

“Ohh-” I was going to say before Jaehyun interrupted me, “Shall we?”

We then followed Jaehyun inside the restaurant. It wasn’t some luxurious restaurant, it was a normal restaurant. A BBQ place. We sat down at our table, the food beginning to roll in, and so did the drinks. Johnny grabbed the bottle, pouring some to me and Jaehyun.

“To commemorate your first month,” he said, lifting the small cup.

I giggled, lifting mine. “Thank you Johnny.”

“Any words Jae?” asked Johnny.

I looked over to Jaehyun, noticing he was at a loss for words. It was like he was trying to find the right words, the right sentences.

“As Johnny said, congrats on your first month. You’ve worked hard, I see it in your work. Good job, Y/N.”

“Thank you sir,” I said, slightly embarrassed.

“You don’t have to call me sir anymore, we’re not at work.”

“Ah, sorry. Thank you J-Jaehyun,” I said.

Thankfully Johnny interfered before things got awkward saying, “Cheers!”

We held our cups up, drinking that one shot. It’d been a while since I’ve drank anything other than wine. Ever since Chaemin, I haven’t drank or gotten drunk. I wouldn’t say I was a high-tolerance type of person, nor of low-tolerance.

The night passed, we ate, and we drank more. We conversed in conversation both about work and many other things. The last thing I remember was feeling hazy, I felt myself sway–left to right, right to left before hitting something. My eyes shut. Pitch-black.

Jaehyun’s POV

Y/N was drunk. There was no denying it. The moment she hit the table, I knew for sure now. I’ve been keeping an eye on her for the past hour since we arrived. Her cheeks started turning a pink-blushy color the more she drank. After being with her I knew she could handle her alcohol, but oftentimes would end up like this. I thought it’d be best to take her home.

“I’ll take her home,” I told Johnny.

“What about her car?” he asked.

“You drive it. Follow me to her home and leave her car parked there.”

“Alright, but do you know where she lives?”

“No, I forgot but I’m sure she’d tell us.”

I tried shaking her, trying to wake her up. She mumbled some words. Her head then propped up. She looked at me and Johnny, squinting her eyes into focus.

“Hey Y/N, wake up,” Johnny said. “Tell me where your home is so we can drive you there.”

“Huh? Oh! I live at… at a house!” she said.

“Yes, Y/N you do, now where is it,” Johnny asked.

She looked at him and then me. She called Johnny over, whispering her address into his ear.

“Alright, then let’s get you home!” he said.

He called me over, “I’ll send you her address, once you're in your car.”

“Now, Y/N can you give me your car keys?” he asked.

Y/N didn’t answer, searching her bag for her keys, until she dangled them in front of us. Johnny grabbed them and she swayed front and back this time. Before she could fall I caught her in my arms. I carried the very much asleep Y/N into the passenger seat of my car, strapping her in. I put her address into the GPS, driving her home. On the drive there Y/N kept mumbling in her sleep, the words were incoherent, until she said a name.

“Chaemin… my Chaemin.”

‘Chaemin? My? Who is this Chaemin? Did she actually move on?’ I thought. My heart broke, it ached.

Luckily the ride wasn’t too long, her home was just 15 minutes away. I got out of my car, making my way to her side. I grabbed her bag and then unstrapped her, carrying her once again and placing my suit jacket over her so she wouldn’t get cold. I walked to her front door, ringing the doorbell. ‘What if that Chaemin person is in there right now,’ I thought.

The door flung open, it was no guy, it was her mother. When she saw me, it looked like she’d just seen a ghost. Her eyes widening, her figure backing up. Her hand went to cover the body on her waist. ‘A child?’ I thought.

“Grandma?” spoke the little voice.

She finally spoke, “Ah, Chaemin sorry. Go to your room okay? I’ll be there in a bit.”

“But what about Mommy, I thought we were going to wait for her,” the little boy spoke as she placed him down.

“Mommy will be home soon, don't worry. In the meantime go play okay.”

He looked at her and then me, he looked familiar. His features looked all too familiar. Once he left and was out of sight she spoke to me.

“What are you doing here Jaehyun,” she said sternly.

“Hello Mrs. Lee, it’s been a while.”

“I don’t need small talk Jaehyun, tell me what you’re doing here.”

“Sorry, you see Y/N got a little drunk and ended up falling asleep so I,” I gestured to Y/N who was sleeping in my arms. “brought her home.”

She sighed. “Come in," she said.

She led me inside Y/N’s home. It reminded me of our old apartment, everything in there seemed like her. Her scent occuping the air. We stopped by a room, and she opened it. “Place her on her bed,” she said. I walked over to her bed, gently placing her. I wanted to tuck her in, but I was stopped. Her mother stopped me.

“Leave Jaehyun,” she said. “You brought her home, yes thank you, but please leave.”

I nodded, making my way outside her room. As I left I glanced around her home one last time, I noticed a photo frame by the front door. I looked at it, picking it up. It was of her and the little boy from earlier. They both looked so happy, his dimpled smile on full display. I felt a slight stab in my heart. I placed the picture down and made my way to the door. I opened it, leaving her home with nothing but confusion.

As I walked back to my car, I noticed Johnny leaning against it.

He must’ve noticed the confusion because he asked, “Everything okay?”

I didn’t answer, I was lost in the midst of all the questions I kept asking myself.

“Hello? Jaehyun!”

He knocked me out of my trance.

“Ah, sorry it’s just…”

“Just?”

“Johnny, Y/N has a child.”

I awoke the next morning. I felt groggy, hungover. Fuck. I must’ve drank so much. ‘But how did I get home?’

I looked around and saw it was well past 9. Shit, I was late for work. Whatever. I’ll just call in sick. I wasn’t in much of a spirit to go anyways.

I got up from my bed, making my way to the kitchen. My mother was still here.

“Go sit down on the couch, we need to have a talk.”

Was all she said, no “good morning.” I knew I was going to get an earful. As she made her way to the couch she brought out two coffee mugs and handed me one. I took a sip.

“Why was Jaehyun with you last night,” she said, getting straight to the point.

Fuck. Shit. So Jaehyun was the one who took me home.

“Mother, I can explain.”

“You better.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you but Jaehyun, he- he’s my boss.”

She let out a sigh, “Why didn’t you tell me that before?”

“I was afraid you wouldn’t let me take up the job if you knew I’d be working for him.”

“I wouldn’t say no, after all it would be your choice to work with or for him, not mine.

“Sorry…” I said.

“But that should be the least of your concerns,” she said.

“What do you mean?” I asked, fearful.

“He… I think he knows about Chaemin,” she said, putting her palm to her cheek.

‘What… No. God, oh please no.’

Before I could respond, my phone rang. It was an unknown number. We looked at one another, I picked it up.

“Hello?” I said.

“Is this Y/N?” said the voice.

It was a man's voice. A voice that I knew all too well. Jaehyun.

✧˚ · .

I sped, probably violating various driving regulations.

It was Jaehyun who called me earlier, demanding we meet at a cafe, it was around 10 minutes from where I live. I knew this was about Chaemin, I knew it. I felt it.

As I pulled up no one was in the cafe. ‘Strange.’ I entered, he sat at a table looking at me as I entered. He put his coffee down. I walked over, not sitting down.

“What do you want Jaehyun,” I asked.

“Don’t worry I cleared the cafe, no one is here besides us right now. So, Y/N I want you to tell me the truth.”

“What do you mean?” I said, obviously knowing what he was talking about.

“Don’t act dumb, right now Y/N. Who is Chaemin?”

Great. He knows now, but no I can’t. I can’t get Chaemin taken away from me. He’s my life.

“He’s my child, but not yours.” White lie.

“Bullshit.”

“IT’S TRUE! How can he be yours, he’s about to be 2! I left 3 years ago, do the math Jaehyun.”

He looked at me, he was enraged, upset. “Y/N you know lying to me won’t work, i’ve known you long enough to know when you’re lying.”

Fuck. Was he truly not buying it?

He got up from his seat, coming closer to me. He stood in front of me now.

“Tell me, the truth Y/N now,” he demanded.

I guess I have no choice now, I have no other choice but to tell him. Tell him that Chaemin is his, Chaemin is ours.

I felt tears spill from my eyes as I tried saying, “Fine! Yes! Yes, Chaemin is yours.”

The room silenced, we no longer shouted at each other. My tears streamed down my face like a waterfall. In that silent moment, he pulled me into him. Our bodies finally touching each other for the first time in 3 years. As comfortable as it was, I couldn't, I hit his chest, over and over. He wouldn’t budge.

“Stop! Get away from me!” I started shouting again.

He let go, looking me in the eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

I looked at him letting the events of that day replay. “I was. I really was, but you never came home that night.”

“That night?” he asked, giving a confused look.

“Don’t act stupid Jaehyun, that night you were supposed to be at “work” but were actually at a club with some goddamn woman all over you.”

“A woman?”

“Yes! Fuck, are you pretending you don’t know what I’m talking about?” I was getting mad, how can he act like he doesn’t know.

“Look Y/N that night, I really was at work. I was working as I had been the days prior, but that night Mark and Jungwoo suggested we go out for some drinks, as a means to get me to stop working. It must’ve been the stress from work, but that night I got drunk, blackout drunk. I don’t remember any woman or anything after the 30 minutes we got there. The next thing I knew I was waking up in Johnny’s bed,” he explained, looking me in the eyes as he confessed his re-encounters of that night.

What? Did I just misunderstand and assume he cheated on me? I didn’t know what to think or feel right now. My brain was all over the place, my heart too.

“Y/N,” he called my name softly. “You don’t have to believe me or forgive me, but this is what really happened that night, ask Johnny he knows–everything–just please, I beg you let me meet my child. Let me be a father, I'll support him, you don’t have to be alone anymore,” he said.

“I… uh… fine. I’ll let you see him,” I let out.

His face lightened up, “Thank you! Thank you Y/N!”

“But that doesn’t mean I forgive you or anything, I- I still need time… to think,” I said.

“That’s fine. Take your time, I'll wait Y/N, whether you love me or not it’s fine.”

‘Love. Do I still love him? Will I still be able to love him?’

I nodded, unable to respond to his statement. “Let’s go,” was all I said.

He gave me a confused look.

“To see your son. I thought you wanted to see him?”

“Ah, no, no, no I do! Let’s go,” he said, rushing out.

I softly chuckled watching him practically run to his car, he looked like a child. I got into my car, heading home hoping things go well between Chaemin and Jaehyun. Today has already been too much both physically and mentally.

✧˚ · .

We both parked in my garage and got out of our cars. We walked to my front door, but before I opened it I said, “Don’t say anything, I’ll tell everything to Chaemin.”

“Alright,” was all he said.

I opened the door yelling, “I’m home!”

I heard footsteps running, “Mommy!” Chaemin yelled. I got down on my knees hugging him and carrying him. He then noticed Jaehyun.

“Ah! he’s that mister from yesterday!” he said, pointing at Jaehyun.

Jaehyun smiled, “Hello, Chaemin.”

“It’s okay baby, you can talk to him,” I said, as Chaemin hesitated to talk to Jaehyun.

“Hi!” he said, waving his little hand at Jaehyun.

At that moment my mother walked in. She looked surprised, but she picked up on it quickly. Not saying a word to Jaehyun, just bowing. He did the same.

“Since you’re here now, I’ll get going,” she said.

“Okay mom, see you soon,” I said, bidding her goodbye.

“Bye Grandma! Thank you,” Chaemin said, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

“Be a good boy to mommy,” she said, before exiting my home.

It was now me, Jaehyun, and Chaemin. It was now time to end the lies, the white lies.

I walked to the living room, Chaemin still in my arms. I sat him down and called Jaehyun over, as he still awkwardly stood by the door.

We all sat, Chaemin in the middle. I breathed in.

“Chaemin, baby, remember daddy,” I said.

“Yes! Is he finally coming home!” he said excitedly.

My heart ached, and I know so did Jaehyun's. I could see it in the way he looked at Chaemin.

“About that, you see… Mommy lied.”

“Lie? But mommy you said lying is bad.”

I felt tears threatening to come down again. “Yes, mommy is bad isn’t she…”

“What! NO! My mommy is the best in the ENTIRE WORLD! She feeds me, buys me cool stuff, and loves me!”

I pulled him into a hug, he really has a big heart. I wonder where he got it from…

“Thank you baby, but you see the truth is… Mommy left daddy.”

“Why?” he asked.

“Because mommy thought daddy did some bad things, but daddy told mommy he didn’t and that he wanted to see Chaemin,” I explained, making it understandable for a 3 year old to understand.

“Really! Daddy wants to see me!” he said, excitedly.

“Yes, my baby. Do you want to see him too?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” he said, jumping up and down on the couch.

I laughed, it warmed my heart seeing how excited he was to meet his father. I gestured to Jaehyun, giving him the okay to finally speak.

“Hi, Chaemin,” he spoke.

Chaemin stopped jumping, giving him a confused look.

“Hello mister.”

“Chaemin, this is your dad,” I said.

Chaemin looked at me and then at Jaehyun. He wasted no time, jumping on Jaehyun. He embraced him in a hug, in which Jaehyun returned. Father and son reunited. A tear escaped my right eye, the sight of them warmed me.

“Daddy! Daddy! Are you really my daddy!”

“Yes, my baby. I’m sorry daddy’s late,” Jaehyun looked at him, his eyes watering.

“It’s okay! Chaemin knew one day you would come.”

“So you love daddy more than mommy now?” I chimed in, trying to lighten the mood.

They both looked at me. Chaemin let go of Jaehyun, running to me.

“No mommy! Chaemin loves BOTH!”

I laughed, “Alright, alright and we both love you.” I kissed Chaemin’s cheek.

The rest of the day up until the night was spent with all three of us in each other's company. We laughed, talked, and played. Jaehyun even stayed for dinner, after Chaemin insisted he should. All of that must’ve tired him out as Chaemin fell asleep peacefully in his fathers arms.

“Ah, sorry about that, you can just give him to me i-”

“It’s fine i’ll put him to bed, where’s his room?” Jaehyun insisted.

I guided him into Chaemin’s room, placing him on his bed. I crouched down whispering, “Good Night.” Jaehyun did the same. We both kissed the sleeping Chaemin and soon exited his room.

Now it was just us two.

“Jaehyun,” I called out.

He stopped turning to face me.

“Yes?”

“How do you want to do this… you know, seeing Chaemin.”

“Ah, why don’t we go sit down,” he said, walking over to the couch.

“I won't pressure you into anything Y/N, the decision is yours,” he said.

“How about you have him for 3 days a week, the other 4 with me. Unless you're busy, you know with the whole CEO thing.”

“No, no that’s fine, like I said I’ll respect your decision.”

“Nice, then… It's settled. I’ll drop him off tomorrow, if you want.”

He nodded and we later exchanged contact information. We’ve been working together for a month now and we have yet to share our contacts with one another.

“You're going to work tomorrow?” he asked, before leaving.

“Can I have tomorrow off too? If that’s fine with you boss.” He softly chuckled, “Okay. Then I'll send over my address so you can drop off the little one. Feel free to come at any time. I’ll be waiting for you two.”

“Okay Jaehyun, drive back safely.”

“Bye Y/N,” he bidded.

He left, walking to his car, but suddenly came to a halt. He turned around, walking back and pulling me into a hug. I was sure you could hear the beating of my heart and see how red my face was. ‘Why so suddenly?’ This wasn’t like earlier when we were at the cafe.

“Thank you,” he whispered, pulling away soon after. He didn’t even give me a chance to talk, as he began walking back to his car.

I watched as his car left my driveway, picking up my arm, giving him a small wave goodbye. He noticed, using one hand to wave back.

Today was quite the day. The most eventful it’s been since I had Chaemin. But I felt a sense of relief, like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. There would be no more lies between any of us anymore.

✧˚ · .

I headed off to bed, staring at my ceiling. I replayed the events in the cafe over and over. I still couldn’t believe it, Jaehyun never cheated on me. No matter how many times I lied to myself, as a means to forget him I couldn’t. Deep down, buried somewhere deep was my love for you. I still loved Jaehyun. I always did, but I always tried to desperately deny the reality. ‘Maybe giving him a second chance isn’t so bad,’ I thought and slowly drifted off to sleep.

✧˚ · .

I got Chaemin ready, ready to spend the next 3 days with his father. He has been beyond excited ever since I told him. Yeah, I'll miss him but I was also happy for him. This was his dream. I grabbed enough clothes and whatever other necessities he needed so he can spend the next 3 days comfortably. Then we were soon off to Jaehyun’s.

When I pulled up I was lost beyond words. Jaehyun lived in a big home, not some grand mansion, but a comfortable and modern looking home fit for a family. Then I remembered he’s practically the only person living in the house. It was like he was looking out the window, since he woke up because he was out standing in front of his door as we pulled up. I parked and exited my car, he came up to me.

“Can you help me take him out?” I asked, as I grabbed his luggage. He walked over to Chaemin, taking him out of his carseat. I heard a “Daddy!” as Jaehyun took Chaemin into his arms.

“He’s been very excited ever since I told him,” I told Jaehyun.

“Have you?” he asked Chaemin.

“Yes! I get to stay with daddy for the first time ever!” Jaehyun smiled, displaying his dimples.

“Here are his things, should be enough to last 3 days,” I told Jaehyun, handing him the luggage.

“Ah, do you want to come in?” he asked, hesitating a bit.

“Uhm, sure if you don’t mind,” I said.

We all then made our way inside his home. Upon inspection it was minimalistic, fit for Jaehyun who lived by himself. It was very clean and smelled like him. It brought me back to when we used to live in that apartment complex together.

“Make yourself at home,” he said, placing Chaemin down before walking away.

I awkwardly sat down at his couch, while Chaemin ran around, exploring the place. “Woah! What is that daddy!” Chaemin asked.

I turned around, seeing Jaehyun coming back with a bouquet of my favorite flowers. My heart fluttered. He still remembered. He shyly stood in front of me saying, “I bought these for you, your favorites. A gift from me. I guess you can call it a trying to win you back type of gift.” I laughed, “Thank you Jae.”

His nickname, the one he loved me saying so much, came out after all these years. I can see it in his face how happy he was to hear it again.

“Jaehyun,” I said.

“Yes.”

“Just for the record, I want to let you know that I want to start over with you. Whatever happened, let’s put it behind us. I want to make this work again and I’m not just saying this for Chaemin's sake. I truly wish to love you again.”

He sat down, taking my hands into his. He stared at my eyes, not taking them off. “I told you Y/N i’ll wait no matter how long it takes, no matter how many dates, gifts, or wooing I have to do to get you back, I’ll be patient,” he said.

I smiled for the first time since I’ve seen him. Mouthing a “Thank you” to him.

✧˚ · .

I wasn’t there for much longer, I still had some business to attend to. Meeting Soyoung. It only felt right telling her everything that had been going on, no matter how she’d take it.

I drove to my favorite sushi restaurant where I told her to meet me at. When I arrived she was there waiting for me. She saw me, waving at me. I walked over sitting next to her.

“You got here quickly,” she said, as I took off my cardigan.

“I wasn’t far,” I said.

“Where were you?” she asked.

It was time.

“Soyoung,” I said.

“Yeah Y/N? What’s wrong?

“I- The truth is Jaehyun knows, he knows about Chaemin.”

She didn’t say anything. I looked over to see her, her eyes had flames in them. She was enraged. If we weren’t at a restaurant she sure would’ve let out every profanity possible.

“I didn’t expect him nor wanted him to find out, but that night I got really drunk and he drove me home where to his surprise saw some little boy in my home,” I explained. “Then the next day he called me to talk, I ended up confessing everything to him, the truth.”

“So? What’d he say?” she said, looking to have calmed down a bit more.

“He was happy, surprised, shocked, and confused. When I told him why I never told him I was pregnant, he confessed everything about that night.”

“WHAT! Shut up.” “Yeah, I look like a real fool now.”

“A fool? Why do you say that?”

I clenched my fist saying, “Because he never cheated on me. He said that night Mark and Jungwoo invited him for drinks, but he got black out drunk, he doesn’t even recall anything from after he passed out.”

“So that means Taeyong…”

“Yes, Taeyong, I, and everyone we all misunderstood.”

I felt her hand rubbing my back. “So now what? You forgave him?”

“No, I'm giving him a second chance. I told him I wanted to start over, but not because of Chaemin. I want to love him again,” I confessed to Soyoung, wary of how she’ll respond.

She sighed, “If that’s what you truly want then I’ll still support you. I’m glad you didn’t forgive him so easily, but Y/N… please, please, please don’t let him hurt you again.”

I gave her a soft smile, “I know. Thank you Soo, thank you. I love you so much.” I hugged her, she hugged me, and we hugged each other in that sushi restaurant.

Once the talk was over, we finally ordered our food. We ate while gossiping, laughing, and teasing. One down, three more to go.

✧˚ · .

I still needed to talk to my family about the whole Jaehyun situation, but I also needed to return to work. I was glad Soyoung understood and supported me, but also didn’t cause a scene at the restaurant.

I arrived to work on time, it felt great to be back. As I got out the elevator my phone pinged. A message.

Jaehyun: I won’t be there today

Jaehyun: I’m going to spend some father-son time with the little one

Jaehyun: Is it fine if I take him to the aquarium?

I smiled, how sweet of him.

Me: Yeah just be careful he can get overly excited sometimes.

Me: Have fun :)

Jaehyun: I’ll send you pictures!

Me: How kind of you, haha

Me: Also is it fine if I get off work early?

Jaehyun: Sure, what time?

Me: 5, seem okay?

Jaehyun: Fine by me

Me: Thanks jae. Tell my baby to have fun

Jaehyun: Sure thing now get to work Ms. Lee

Ha, he was the one who messaged me first. I placed my phone down, getting to my work. 10 hours to do work, here I come.

Lunchtime was approaching and a knock was heard from my door. It must’ve been Johnny, he was the only one here after all.

“Yes?” I said.

He opened the door, giving a soft expression. “Your back,” he said.

“I am, missed me?”

“Oh yes, I was left all alone for two days! You and Jaehyun really betrayed me,” he said dramatically.

“We had our reasons.”

“Lunch?” he asked.

I nodded, getting up from my desk chair. We were off to the Cafeteria. I got a sense of deja vu, him paying for our lunches and us talking casually with one another.

“So Chaemin…” he said.

“You know too,” I asked.

“Yeah, that night he told me you had a child and last night I went over to his home and he was there,” Johnny said.

“You went over?”

“Yeah, just to check up on Jaehyun since he hadn’t been coming.”

“I see… well I’m guessing Jaehyun told you everything.”

“Yes, I was shocked at first. He even told me about that night,” he said as he looked me straight in the eyes. “Look Y/N that night Jaehyun was drunk, I had to drag him out of there for fuck’s sake. It was torture. So don’t worry about it too much, Jaehyun would’ve never done such a thing. He has and will always love you. You're the only woman for that best friend of mine.”

I never knew Johnny would give me such a pep talk. It was comforting though.

“I know, which is why I’ll give him a second chance. A new beginning. Don’t tell Jaehyun, but I too still love him no matter how much I tried hating him I couldn't. That love we built, I couldn’t throw it away to be honest,” I confessed. That was something only I knew, I never told anyone, not even Soyoung.

Johnny softly chuckled, “Well then, Good luck to both of you”

“Thanks, I'll need it.” I said before continuing eating.

We ate and chatted some more. Then finally heading off to finish our work. As the clock approached 5, I gathered all my things, ready to clock out. Ready for the final talk.

✧˚ · .

The drive wasn’t long, my work was actually closer to their home. I’d messaged the family group chat, warning them that I wanted to meet them all at around 5:30-ish. When I pulled up into the driveway, Taeyong’s car was already there and so was my parents' car.

I knocked on the door, being greeted by Taeyong.

“Long time no see sis,” he said, embracing me into a hug.

“I could say the same about you, you’re always busy and never around.”

“What can I say, being a full time choreographer, has me going places,” he says, shrugging.

I roll my eyes, making my way to the living room.

“Mom?” I yelled.

“In the kitchen,” she yelled back. I made my way there.

“Cooking?” I asked.

“Yeah, thought we’d have dinner together.”

“Sounds good, can’t wait.”

“Y/N!” yelled taeyong. I made my way to where he was sitting on the couch. “What can I do for you,” I said, sitting down next to him.

“How’s the little champ?”

“Chaemin’s fine, he can’t stop talking about missing you.”

“Really!” Taeyong’s face lightened up.

“No, I doubt he remembers his uncle,” I said laughing.

“Ha, ha, ha very funny,” he said sarcastically.

“You should stop by more often.”

“I’ll try, but I have to go to Japan next week.”

We talked more and more. Siblings catching up with one another.

“Dinner's ready,” yelled mother.

We got up, walking to the table.

“Where’s dad?” I asked.

“In the back, can you go get him Taeyong?” asked mother. With Taeyong gone, it was just us two. “I’m guessing you’re here to talk to us about Jaehyun?”

Mothers’ intuition.

“Yeah, but once we’re done eating.”

Dad and Taeyong came back. We all sat down, enjoying the delicious food mother cooked for us. We chatted, laughed, and joked. It brought me back to the times when I was a child, when it was just us.

When we finished, I helped mother clean up. I braced myself for what was to come. How would they react? Would they understand?

“We’re back,” my mother announced, when we made our way to the living room where they both were.

“I have something I want to tell you all,” I said, sitting down.

“I’m getting a sense of deja vu,” Taeyong said.

I softly chuckled. “Well, where do I even start… First off, Jaehyun knows about Chaemin.”

Taeyong’s eyes widened, “WHAT! How?”

“Long story short, I got a job, but to my surprise he was the CEO of that company. I worked for him for about a month, until he found out. That night we went out for drinks with a co-worker and I had too many to drink. He took me home, where he saw mom and Chaemin. The next day he called me to go meet him, that was when I confessed everything. We also talked about that night. So then I took him to meet Chaemin, Chaemin was beyond ecstatic to have finally met his father. Then me and Jaehyun agreed on having Chaemin spend 3 days at Jaehyun's, which is why he isn’t here today.”

“What did he say about that night?” Taeyong asked.

“Well for starters you misunderstood. He was black-out drunk. He didn’t even recall anything after he arrived. The guy who picked him up that night even told me, confirming things.”

“So what now? You’re forgiving him,” Taeyong said, questioning again.

“Something like that, I'm giving him a second chance.”

Mother finally said something, sighing “If that’s what you want, just don’t let him hurt you again.”

“That’s what Soyoung told me too.”

I looked over to my father, trying to read the emotions on his face. “As much as I still want him to rot in hell for putting you through all that pain, I know you wouldn’t like that. Like your mother said Y/N don’t get hurt a second time, you’re our one and only daughter–our baby–who we want nothing more than to live a happy healthy life.”

I don’t know when the tears started coming out, but they were. They weren’t sad tears, but happy ones. I was happy at how much they cared about me, wanting nothing more but for me to be happy and loved.

✧˚ · .

I left my parents’ home along with Taeyong. He said he needed to go so he could pack for his Japan trip next week. Before I got into my car he called me.

“Y/N, about earlier… I’m sorry that night I should’ve verified it myself, gone up to him-” he said, before I cut him off. “It’s fine, we can’t regret it now, it’s too late. And also don’t blame yourself, okay!”

He smiled saying, “Drive back safely little sis, I love you.”

“I love you too,” I said, waving goodbye with a smile plastered on my face.

I drove off to Jaehyun’s. It was time to pick up Chaemin.

I pulled into his driveway, parking and walking to his front door. I couldn’t wait to hear Chaemin talking about his day at the aquarium.

I rang his doorbell. The door swings open, Jaehyun standing in front of me.

“Hey!?” He looked surprised to see me.

“Hey to you as well,” I said. “Where’s the little one?” I ask, making my way inside.

“He’s playing up in his room.”

“His room?!”

“Yeah, I arranged one for him before he came.”

“Thank you Jae,” I said smiling. He really was a good father already.

We walked to Chaemin’s room upstairs, and he opened the door for me.

“Look who’s here Chaemin,” Jaehyun said. Chaemin turned around seeing me. “Mommy!” he yells running to me.

I got down to his level, bringing him into my arms. “How was your time with dad?”

“FUN! I saw sharks, penguins, and a bunch of fishes. Daddy even bought me a whale stuffie,” he said, going over to get his whale plushie. He handed it over to me.

“You sure had fun.” I smiled, happy that he enjoyed his date with his father.

We ended up playing with Chaemin before it was time to leave. “It’s time to go baby, it’s getting dark.” He looked saddened, he didn’t want to leave yet.

“It’s okay you’ll see daddy soon,” I said, trying to cheer him up. He understood, letting me take him. Soon all three of us made our way out the door. I put Chaemin in his car seat, strapping him in. Jaehyun watched. “See you soon little man,” he said, patting Chaemin’s head.

“Bye daddy! I had fun!” Chaemin said brightly. Giving Jaehyun a dimpled smile. Jaehyun shut his door, running along to the driver’s side, opening the door for me. “How gentlemen-like of you,” I said.

He gave a slight smile. As I was going in, he grabbed my wrist making me turn around. “Something wrong?”

“Can I take you out tomorrow?” he asked, his ears turning red. Cute. 

“You mean like on a date? Just the two of us?” I questioned.

“Yes, if you don’t mind…”

I smiled widely, “I’d love to.”

He smiled, “I’ll come pick you up tomorrow then at 12. I’ll even ask Johnny to take care of the little one.”

“Sounds good, see you tomorrow. Night Jae.”

“Sleep well Y/N and drive back safely,” he said.

I slipped into the vehicle and he closed the door for me. He waved goodbye as I backed away, leaving. Another eventful, but good day. We returned back home and got ready for bed. As I was about to slip under my covers my phone pinged.

Jaehyun: [ 10+ images ]

Jaehyun: I still owed you your pictures

Jaehyun: Good night Y/N

I opened them, seeing them all. Pictures of Chaemin looking so happy and some he took with his dad. I saved them all.

Me: Good night Jae

✧˚ · .

Perhaps I was too excited that I woke up at the crack of dawn. I still couldn’t believe it, my first–but not so first–date with Jaehyun. He hadn’t informed me of where he’d take me, but nevertheless I was still looking forward to it.

I got ready, slipping into a sundress and some ballet flats. It felt so exciting getting ready for a date, I felt like a teenager again. As I grabbed my bag, the doorbell rang. I ran towards the door, opening it.

A bouquet of beautiful iris flowers shoved right in front of me. Behind them, Jaehyun.

“Is my lady ready?” he asked, handing me the flowers.

“She is.”

“You sure are a hopeless romantic,” a voice said. I was too distracted to notice Johnny’s figure beside him.

“Oh! Johnny.”

“Hi, Y/N your babysitter is here,” he said, raising one hand. I giggled, telling them to come in. “Chaemin is in his room, it’s the door to the left.” They walked to see the little one, while I put the flowers in a vase. My second bouquet of flowers from him. This date was already off to a good start.

All 3 boys came out, Chaemin in Jaehyun’s arms. “Mommy and Daddy are going to be gone for a while so be a good boy to uncle Johnny, okay?” I told Chaemin.

“Yes mommy,” he said as Jaehyun passed him to Johnny. Then me and Jaehyun made our way to the front door, ready to leave.

“Call me if anything Johnny,” I told him.

“Will do ma’am.”

Jaehyun opened the door, guiding me outside. He then went over to the passenger seat of his car, opening the door. “Thank you,” I say going in. He made his way to the drivers side, joining me inside. Johnny and Chaemin waved us off and off we went to our date.

The car ride was silent, but there was no awkwardness. In all honesty I was nervous that I couldn’t think of what to say.

It was then when he broke the silence, “We’re here.”

I looked to see where we were. We were outside an art gallery, To Dream Arts.

I turned to look at him, happiness visible on my face. “So you do like it?” he asked.

“Of course! This is one I've always wanted to visit,” I said. “You remembered,” I say almost in a whisper.

I loved art galleries and so did Jaehyun. I remember we visited some when we dated, but my dream was to visit this specific one. I could never go though, because you had to make reservations for this place, and unfortunately it was always booked. I’m beyond happy he took me here today.

As we exited the car, I stood beside him. I fought with the urge to hold his hand. When we entered it was like we were in Europe. The inside was just so beautiful, so majestic. We went everywhere, exploring everywhere. The paintings, sculptures, artifacts. I was so excited, I failed to notice when Jaehyun grabbed my hand. Our fingers intertwined with one another. I looked over to him, not saying a word, but seeing the hint of red on his ears. We continued like that, until there was no more to look at.

“That was fun!” I say, happily as we made our way to his car.

“Glad you enjoyed it. How about we get something to eat?” he asks.

“Yes! I’m starving.”

He chuckled, leading me to the passenger seat. Soon driving off, I’d expected some fancy food at some fancy restaurant, but no. We instead arriving at a local diner. I was actually relieved, this type of food is better than some small fancy portion of overpriced food.

We made our way inside, settling in the booth located at the end. We sat facing each other. The waiter came by taking our orders. The food arrived in no time and we dug in. They say food tastes better when you’re eating with others, it must be true because the food tasted better as I ate with him.

Jaehyun paid and we soon left once we finished eating. This truly was the best day. The best date I've had in a while.

As we drove back he asked, “Did you enjoy today?”

“I did, very much. Thank you,” I said, glancing over at him.

He glanced at me as well, smiling. “I’m glad,” he said, turning his head back to the road.

That night as he drove, I noticed the dark night sky, the stars that shone above, and the wind that blew. It was too perfect, today was a day to remember.

✧˚ · .

The past 4 months have been the best ever. Ever since our first date, Jae and I have gone on many more, going to a different place each time. He’s even gotten me more gifts and no matter how much I insist he shouldn’t, he still does. Though as time passed, Chaemin’s birthday approached. In fact, it was tomorrow. I was saddened, my little boy is turning 4. Time sure flies. I informed Jaehyun, my family, and Soyoung to come over tomorrow so we can throw him a small party. Unfortunately, Soyoung was unable to make it, as she’s off on a business trip and so is Taeyong. Meaning it’d just be Jaehyun and my parents. It was still going to be nice, though I'll make sure of it.

It was around 8 in the morning and I finished making Chaemin his annual birthday breakfast. I headed off to his room, tray in hand. I flicked his lights on. “Happy birthday to you,” I sang. He looked up, his eyes adjusting to the light.

I go over placing the tray down. I pulled him into a hug saying, “Happy birthday my sweet boy.”

“Omg! It’s my birthday!” he exclaimed, excitedly.

“It sure is. Here I made you your special breakfast,” I said, handing him the tray.

He began eating, not missing a single crumb. I let him eat as I went to finish setting up the decorations. As I was about to hang the banner, the doorbell rang. I walked over to open it, seeing Jaehyun. He sure was here early.

“What a pleasant surprise, Mr. Jeong,” I teased.

“Where’s the birthday boy?” he asked.

“In his room.”

He then hurried off quickly, wanting nothing more than to get there quickly. As he left, I went back to my decorating. “Jae!” I called.

His footsteps approaching, “Yeah?”

“Can you help me with the banner?” I asked.

“Sure thing,” he said, putting it up ease. “There we go.”

“Thank you.”

He gave me a smile, returning back to Chaemin. I finished with the rest of the decorations and went to see them. As I went in, Jaehyun had finished dressing Chaemin up.

“Thank you for that,” I told him.

“Thought I’d help you out since you were, you know,” he said.

“Baby, come with mommy. Mommy has a surprise!” I told Chaemin, taking him into my arms. “Okay, close your eyes.” Chaemin closed his eyes shut. “Open,” I say.

“WOW!” he said. I placed him down, he began running around taking in everything. I watched fondly as the now 4-year old ran throughout our home.

“Stand there, Chaemin,” I asked him, as he stood below the birthday banner Jaehyun hung up earlier.

I snapped a picture and at that moment the doorbell rang again. Must be my parents. Before I could go open it, Jaehyun had already gone in my stead.

“Oh Jaehyun, what a surprise,” I heard my mother say.

“Hello Mrs. Lee and Mr. Lee,” Jaehyun said.

They came inside, meeting me and Chaemin near the table. “Grandma! Grandpa!” he yelled, running to his grandparents.

“Happy birthday Chaemin!” said my mother and then my father.

I then went over to greet them, hugging them both. I could sense a feel of awkwardness in the air., hoping it'll clear up soon.

Luckily it did. It took a while, but my dad and Jaehyun seemed to be conversing well with one another. My mother joined me in the kitchen as we both got the food ready.

“They’re getting along,” she said.

“Thankfully,” I say. “I know it must be hard for all of you, but I know you’ll come around.”

We finished, calling everyone to the table. We ate with each other's presence. We talked and laughed. It felt normal. Like we were one big ol-family.

After we ate I brought out the cake, candles lit. “Happy birthday to you,” I sang as I walked over to place the cake in front of Chaemin. We sang him happy birthday. “Make a wish,” I say. He closed his eyes, making his wish. I hope it comes true. We then cut the cake, each eating a slice. Afterwards, me and my mother cleaned up while Jaehyun and my father played with Chaemin. Not long after Jaehyun came in with Chaemin in his arms.

“Birthday boy is asleep,” he said.

I make my way to him. Caressing Chaemin’s hair. “Good night my baby,” I say.

Jaehyun then walked over to Chaemin’s room placing him in his bed. “Well then I guess it’s time for us to leave, right honey?” my mother said. My father nodding at her statement.

I walked over with them to the front door. “Thank you for coming, it sure made Chaemin happy,” I told them.

“Anything for the little one,” my mother replied. “Take care darling and you too Jaehyun.”

I failed to notice as Jaehyun stood behind me. “Thank you Mrs. Lee, yourself as well. Nice talking with you too Mr. Lee,” he said.

“Goodbye you two,” my mother said, with my father beind her, waving goodbye.

We watched as they left inside their car, pulling out from my driveway. Once they were out of sight, I closed the door. I turned around, Jaehyun still behind me. He got closer looking at me deeply, only centimeters away from me.

“Y/N, can I?” he asked, placing his right hand on my cheek.

I nodded.  I wanted him.

He leaned in, his lips on mine once again. Ah. I really missed this. We melted into each other's touch. Neither of us pulling away. Enjoying this moment, just the two of us.

✧˚ · .

After the kiss, me and Jaehyun grew closer. Often sneaking a couple more behind closed doors. It never escalated to anything more though. Jaehyun respected me and my boundaries. 

On another note, today is another of many dates I'll be going on. Jaehyun called me up last night telling me he’d take me out again today. I got ready putting on a white sundress, the summer heat was beginning to arrive. As I went to put on my shoes my phones rang.

Jae 🤍, read the caller ID

“Hello?” I said.

“Are you ready yet?” he asked.

“Yeah, putting on my shoes. Where are you?”

“Outside your house.”

I opened the door, seeing his car parked in my driveway. I hung up, walking to his car. He got out, embracing me into a hug. Good thing Chaemin stayed over at his grandparents.

“Let’s go,” he asked. I smile, nodding. As always he opened the passenger door for me.

Our dates were always unpredictable, I never knew where we’d go to next. This time though, we must’ve driven for an hour now, before finally arriving. We were at a park, a park all too familiar. This was the same park where we had our first ever date. Jaehyun has stellar memory; always remembering such things years later.

“Ja-” I was about to say his name before he cut me off.

“You remember? This is where I took you during our first ever date,” he said.

“Yeah, it sure is.”

“Shall we?” he asked.

“And what exactly are we going to do,” I say, curiously.

“A picnic,” he answered.

We then got out of the car and he went to take out a basket, we really were having a picnic. He grabbed my hand as we walked, picking a spot under a tree. I admired the park as Jaehyun set the mat down. This park was so breathtaking. The grass was green and wellkept, big trees that moved along as the wind blew, and a crystal clear pond.

“Here, have a seat,” he said, patting the spot next to his. I sat down, looking at him as he took the food and wine out of the basket.

“Wine so early?” I say.

He chuckled, “Yeah, I suppose so.” We ate the food he’d prepared and drank wine, talking about everything and anything. I couldn’t be any happier.

“Y/N,” Jaehyun said softly. I looked at him, his expression soft, calm, delicate. “Yes?” I replied.

“Thank you,” he says.

“For what?” I say, confused.

“Everything. For coming back, for giving me a second chance, for giving birth and raising my child, the list goes on,” he says, never taking his eyes off mine. “Not to mention these past months have been the best my life has ever been since 3 years ago and to that I thank you as well.”

He then took my hands in his, “Y/N I love you, I always have. You’re the only person in this world I want. I truly believe you’re my soulmate, the person I'm meant to be by until I’m gray and old. There is no one other than you Y/N, no matter how long it’s been I still want you.”

“I want you too jae,” I say, with watery eyes. “I love you so much Jaehyun no matter how long it’s been, no matter how hard I tried hating you. I love you, all of you.”

His eyes begin to water as well. “Y/N, please be mine again, my girlfriend, my wife.”

My wife. I nod frantically as my tears spill. I jumped on him, embracing him into a hug. I incoherently repeat “I love you” to him. I pulled away, attaching my lips to his. He returned the kiss back, kissing me deeply. This kiss was different, it was filled with love, want, need.

I was the first to pull away, looking into his chocolate-like eyes. “You’re beautiful,” he says. I felt my face heat up at his sudden comment.

“I love you Y/N, now and evermore,” he says.

“I love you too, more than words can ever describe,” I say, kissing him once more.

Day after day, I'll spend my time loving him, Jaehyun. I’ll build a new future with him, with one another by each other’s side. Myself, Jaehyun, and Chaemin.

Epilogue

2 1/2 years later

“Honey!” I called out.

“Yeah, what’s wrong,” he says, rushing inside our shared bedroom.

“Can you bring me some fruit,” I say with pleading eyes.

He sighs, “Cravings?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright, I’ll be back,” he says, placing a hand over my stomach.

I’m currently 7 months pregnant with a baby girl. I still remember the day I told Jaehyun the news, he wouldn’t stop smiling for the entire day. The same could be said for Chaemin, he’d been wanting a sibling for the longest time and at last it finally arrived.

The past years have gone by in a flash, I still couldn’t believe me and Jaehyun got married just around 2 years ago. It really feels like it was just yesterday when I was walking down the aisle, in my fathers hands, off to be wedded to the love of my life.

“Mom!” Chaemin yells, as he enters the room.

I can’t believe my little boy is now 6 years old. “Yes?” I ask.

“Where’s dad?”

“He should be in the kitchen, why?”

“Thank you,” he says, running off. He didn’t even answer my ‘why?’ how sad.

Minutes fly by and still no fruit. I debated whether to go down there and find out what was taking so long, but before I could Jaehyun entered, fruits in hand. My eyes lightened up, drool practically coming out of the corner of my mouth. I waste no time eating it as he hands it to me.

“Easy there now, you’ll choke my love,” he says. Since he found out I was pregnant, Jaehyun has became very protective worring over the littlest things.

“It’s fine,” I say, eating more.

“You’ve grown a lot,” he says, placing a hand on my belly.

“You don’t like it?” I say worriedly.

“What? No, no, no why wouldn’t I?” he asks.

“I don't know.”

“Y/N this honestly turns me on, seeing you carry my child in front of my eyes makes me so happy and horny,” he says, mumbling the last word.

I slap his chest, “Don’t say things like that.” I’m sure by now my face was red as a tomato.

“But love you like it when I say things like that, it turns you on, doesn’t it?”

“Jaehyun!”

He laughs, “I’m sorry. I love you,” he says, kissing my temple. I pout, continuing eating my fruit.

“I can’t wait to fuck you again,” he says, eyeing my chest.

“This again,” I say.

“Sorry, I'll stop now only if you give me a kiss.”

I roll my eyes, placing the plate to my side. I leaned in, kissing him in which he returned, deepening the kiss.

“My everything is all yours.”

© jhdyuiee

2024.01.07

final a.n: it’s finally done! my real (?) fic, this started towrds the end of november all the way til now. i stayed up countless nights writing & editing, overall satified with the end result. i hope to all my readers that you enjoy it & if its too long then i apologize i guess i got a little carried away (T-T). though some big news is i’m working on another fanfic as we speak, hint: doyoung x reader x jaehyun & will definitely have smut 🤫… if you have any concerns, feedback or members you’d like me to write about pls let me know. i love u all - jiji 🤍

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Johnny hadn’t pulled away from his fussing, he hadn’t tried to stop him from kissing him again. In fact, he’d exposed even more of his neck for Simon to bite.

He wished that he did bite him more, marked him from head to toe so everyone knew just what their little conversation had been about, but he knew that if he got his mouth anywhere else on Johnny, he’d genuinely never be able to leave him again. He had to admit, seeing Johnny with his own teeth marks printed into his shoulder did strange things to him. He looked fucking breath-taking, which probably wasn’t the best thing for a man with a barely healed punctured lung. 

The shiver and sigh didn’t prevent Simon’s brain from short-circuiting, either. No, it made it fifty times worse.

So, when Johnny’s hand found a grip on the back of his neck, Simon felt almost as if he was a kitten getting scruffed at the vet's office, leaning back into the touch limp and pliant. Right now, Johnny could get away with doing anything to him, and he’d let him.

Fighting back a moan at feeling Johnny’s lips press to his forehead, Simon huffed out a quiet laugh. “Says me, yeah,” he mumbled, and even though he loved the kiss he was a little agitated by it as when Johnny moved in he could no longer keep his eyes focused on his face, on the silly smile that was gracing his lips.

“You like drawin’ me?” Simon asked in a delighted whisper, lips split in an open-mouthed grin. “Didn’t know that one. Saw you with that journal a few times. Never would’ve guessed it was gonna be me in there.”

For once, he could place why the concept of being seen didn’t phase him. It was because it was Johnny who was seeing it. Perfect, beautiful Johnny, who not only kept reminding him that he loved him but also that he liked his face so much that it was one of his- No. It was his favourite face to draw.

If he could have fallen any more for him, it would have been at that moment that it would have happened.

Another kiss and Simon did manage to melt a little more against Johnny, this time letting out a soft huff of pleasure with the intimate touch.

Once again, Simon had begun to realise just how out of his depth he was as Johnny began to pepper kisses against his skin, whispering sweet nothings to him the whole time. He didn’t quite know how to act right now. Part of him wanted to shove Johnny off the bed, tell him that he didn’t fucking deserve that and that he should find someone who did deserve his love.

The other half was more optimistic. He wanted, desperately, to believe he was worthy of Johnny’s love, of all the attention he was giving him. Johnny seemed to think he was, and that was a good enough shout for him.

Beautiful wasn’t exactly a word Simon often received as a compliment. Compliments he got were more along the lines of ‘you’re a bloody big bastard, aren’t you?’, if that could even be considered a compliment, and it was usually followed by some… less subtle suggestions.

Johnny hadn’t once made a move to push the touching further, to try and grope or touch somewhere Simon didn’t want him to. It made him almost anxious but in the best possible way. He felt safe, he knew Johnny wouldn’t try to do anything to him, so he allowed himself to finally relax even more.

A small moan slipped past his lips when Johnny nipped at his ear, but he didn’t even have it in himself to feel ashamed over it. He had half a fucking mind to ask him to do it again, and harder. He could take the whole fucking ear off if he wanted to, so long as it was him doing it then Simon wouldn’t mind.

“You promise you’ll never get tired of saying that t’me, Johnny? Cause I like hearin’ it, if it comes from you,” he said, pressing his face into Soap’s shoulder a little more just to have more of Johnny on him. “You promise you’ll never get tired of me, and I’ll give you fucking everything I’ve got, Johnny. I swear down.”

God, he wanted to kiss him again…

A small smile curled up the corners of his lips when he realised that he could do that now. Whenever he wanted. Whenever Johnny wanted, he could kiss Simon, too. And he had been.

Simon’s head shot back up, the movement did make his stomach twist and his head spin, but he soldiered on, and he pressed a light kiss to the corner of Johnny’s lips. Once, twice, then, finally, a tender kiss directly onto his lips. He was still grinning even as he kissed him, and the hand that wasn’t still wrapped around Johnny’s waist found its way up to his cheek, cupping his face to keep him still.

When he did manage to bring himself to pull away, at long last, he made sure their foreheads were still touching, noses lightly brushing against each other. He wasn’t ready for the touch to end, not yet. 

Price and Gaz were still outside, undoubtedly having left because they could anticipate where his and Johnny’s talk was going to go, but there was still the looming threat of being interrupted.

He looked deeply into Johnny’s eyes, those soul-crushing baby blues staring back at him. He was down. He was down so fucking bad for this man, and he really was loving every second of it.

“Tell me you want me, Johnny, and you can have every part of me.”

Before Johnny could begin to move again, Simon stopped him.

Those quiet words, practically just a low rumble in Simon’s chest, combined with the arm that found its way to his waist had tingles bursting under Johnny’s skin. He made no effort to resist as he was pulled back into Simon’s side, completely limp and pliant under his touch.

He was somehow so gentle, despite his usual disposition, so mindful of every single one of Johnny’s injuries as he was settled right into Simon’s side.

And he made himself at home there, any tension left in him melting away in a long exhale, as if it was where he was always meant to be. He felt Simon relax against him too, as if he was feeling the exact same. And when he felt Simon nose into his neck he tilted his head easily, giving him more space. His eyes slipped shut, every moment of his focus centred entirely on Simon’s breath warming his skin, of chapped yet surprisingly soft lips dragging over his neck.

Simon’s words danced across his shoulder and he could only hum in reply, lost in bliss, unable to form a word or thought except for Simon.

Until he felt teeth dig into his shoulder, a shaky exhale escaping his lips and a very noticeable shiver shot down his spine.

Johnny’s hand found purchase over the back of Simon’s neck, would have moved up to grip his hair if he had any, and if he wasn’t afraid of hurting him. One day. One day, once it had grown out a little more, he was going to be able to run his hands through Simon’s hair to his heart’s content, maybe wash or dye it for him, press palms and fingers to his head in a massage. Perhaps tangle them tight between those locks, tug hard, see what kind of reaction he would get.

If Simon had decided to bite a little harder, to break skin and draw blood, they may have had another issue to deal with. The thought of his own skin littered with marks left by Simon, stained with drawn blood from teeth into flesh, it drove him insane. He wasn’t sure he’d ever wanted something more.

His skin stung when Simon withdrew, surely the mark would stay just a short while before it faded. He hoped it would. He felt Simon’s head turn and he looked down at him, meeting those wide eyes, noting with amusement that he looked rather like a cat. He saw his own expression mirrored back at him, blissed-out on love and very high on painkillers.

Simon’s accent was getting stronger with every sentence he spoke, and it brought Johnny unimaginable joy to hear it. He couldn’t keep the sappy smile off his face, both because of that and because of what Simon said. Maybe if there’d been less drugs in his system he would have chided Simon for his use of pretty instead of something more manly, but right now he didn’t give a single shit. Right now he was mesmerised with the way Simon was looking up at him, like he was the only person in the entire universe.

“Says you,” Johnny said, a dumb grin on his face, leaning forward to press a kiss to Simon’s forehead. It was easy to reach like this, he couldn’t help it. He didn’t draw back fully, either, leaving his head hovering inches away from Simon’s, almost as if he might rest it there.

“Ma favourite face tae draw, yers is,” he divulged. Perhaps he wouldn’t have shared that yet if he had the capacity to think better of it, but he didn’t, so the confession of what he’d spent many a night doing slipped from his lips without resistance. What he was no doubt going to spend many more nights doing, as soon as he could.

He leaned forward again to press another kiss to Simon’s forehead but didn’t stop there this time, trailed his lips over the left side of Simon’s face, across his temple and towards his ear.

He muttered loving words against Simon’s skin as he went, interrupted each phrase with another kiss.

“I wanna memorise every part of ye-”

“Draw everythin’-”

“I never wanna forget-”

“How beautiful ye are-”

And when he reached his ear he nipped at it sharply, then kissed over the spot and murmured, “I love you. An’ I’ll never ge’ tired’a sayin’ it.”

[queenimmadolla]

I can’t wait for more CYM and more Of Eddie with baby Wayne and Penny! 💖 which reminds me I think it would be really funny if Eddie got called in to the preschool for something Penny did like biting another child or something becuase they said something mean

i like the way you think! this takes place the day after Cookies ‘N Clean.

BABY’S GOT BITE - Fall of ‘91

(young parents!Eddie Munson x fem!reader)

more dad!eddie and penny adventures can be found on my masterlist

summary: . . . just a couple of hours after dropping your four year old off for her first day of preschool, you and Eddie are called back to pick her up.

a/n: once more, everyone lives in Hawkins because i said so. mistakes will be fixed later, i’m currently shadowbanned (pretty sure so hi if you see this) and one thing i can’t do is post on the website for some reason so sorry if the formatting is weird. 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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“Call Friend Bear, call Share Bear, call the whole squad of Care Bears because there is a lack of caring in this room. I don’t care, I really do not give a singular care. None. You wanna know why? ‘Cause they are art. They are a lifestyle. You are gonna watch Cheech & Chong and you are gonna love them.” Argyle ducked around Steve and made a dive for the VHS player.

“You always pick them for your turns on movie night, Argyle, please. I can recite the scripts by now!”

Eddie shook his head, lips curled into an amused smirk as he watched the two fight over what movie to play next. Most of the group had knocked out, not used to being awake that early anymore. He didn’t care what movie was playing, it was like nine in the morning, both you and Eddie had the day off since it was Penny’s first day at preschool and you knew the goodbye when dropping her off would drain you both emotionally.

Penny had cried the whole time, but refused to be anything but positive in her actions. She was tearing up as you both walked her in, fat tears had been rolling down her cheeks when you’d both smothered her with kisses, but it had been saying goodbye to her baby brother that really made her start sobbing. Wayne was barely a year old, but sensing his sister’s distress, was in anguish himself, lower lip wobbling as he cried and reached for her.

You’d wanted to comfort her but she hadn’t let you, she’d even been crying as her teacher lead her away all the while waving goodbye to her family as she disappeared from view.

All your friends—minus the kids, they had school, too—had also called in special favors to get them free for the morning, eager to be there for her first day as well. They hadn’t gone to the preschool with you, but they’d been there to say goodbye before you all left the apartment—Robin and Argyle had cried harder than Penny and Jonathan had been forced to comfort both because Steve was also trying not to get emotional—in the morning and they’d decided to stick around until she got home.

The living room was packed, but Eddie was grateful for everyone’s support and he was trying not to get too choked up about how much they all loved Penny.

You were curled into his side, on the recliner, tears smeared around your eyes as you snuggled into him for comfort. You’d been quiet ever since you got back home, he knew how guilty you were feeling because he felt the same sense of guilt. He wanted to pull Penny out of class so bad but he’d remind himself that all four of you needed to get used to it, she’d have to start going to school eventually.

Barely a few minutes into the trailers, the phone rang. You shifted to stand but Eddie nudged you further into the seat, pressing a kiss to your head as he slipped out from underneath you and grabbed the phone off the hook.

You didn’t even bother acting like you were paying attention to the tv screen, staring at Eddie as he mumbled into the receiver. You watched as he furrowed his brows and ended the conversation quickly.

“What’s wrong?” You asked the second he returned, drawing the attention of the others. Eden—closest to the tv—paused the movie.

“Something happened at the Preschool, they want us to go over.” You tossed the blanket you’d been under off of you as you stood up. Steve, Jonathan and Argyle jumped up too, and Eddie rolled his eyes as their chests’ puffed out.

“Calm down, Three Musketeers, they said it was an altercation with another kid and I’m hoping you’re above fighting a child.”

“Not like Steve would win.” Robin chirped from her place on the floor, holding a hand up to Eden who reached over and gave her an aggressive high five. Under normal circumstances, Eddie would have laughed, but he was worried about his baby and he could tell you were too, since you were already waiting near the door.

“Shut up!” Steve hissed, "I could take a kid!"

“Want us to watch Wayne for you?” Jonathan asked and Nancy nodded, scooting closer to the end of the couch where the baby monitor was placed.

“That’d be great. Hopefully, we won’t be too long.” Eddie grabbed his jacket and yanked his shoes on before you both hurried out the door.

Eddie had insisted on driving since he was pretty sure you’d break a couple of laws if a meant getting to Penny faster and you would have, so that worked out for the best.

He was practically running to keep up with you as you made your to the front office. They’d been expecting you, the same woman who had greeted you when you dropped Penny off lead you back to her classroom.

All the other kids were playing outside, but Penny’s teacher sat with her at a small table as she colored.

Eddie’s heart dropped when he took in her sad face, lips pulled down in misery.

When she heard the door open and looked up to see you and Eddie, she burst into tears, pushing her small plastic chair back from the table as she hopped down and ran towards the both of you.

You dropped down to a squat, letting her run right into your open arms. Her much smaller ones clung to you tightly as she sobbed and you picked her up, cradling the back of her head while you supported her bottom with the other arm.

You traded concerned looks with Eddie, and when it became clear Penny’s tears wouldn’t be stopping, you handed her over to Eddie so you could go talk to her teacher about what had happened to make Penny so upset.

Penny clung to Eddie just as tightly as she had to you. Deciding it’d be best to take her somewhere she could calm down, Eddie carried her out to the empty hallway.

He pressed kisses to her head, nuzzling his face into the curls that tickled against his face as his hand rubbed up and down her back. Eddie could feel the stutter of her breathing as she hiccuped. “Shhh…It’s okay, baby. Daddy’s got you, daddy’s right here. Mommy’s gonna go talk to your teacher and then we’re gonna go home okay? You wanna tell me what’s wrong, little bitty pretty one?”

His voice was gentle enough to sooth her, her crying morphing into just the hiccups. Tears were still falling from her pretty brown, doe eyes as she wiped her face and nose against the material of Eddie’s shirt.

“H-He—he-he pulled on my hair, daddy! And-And he said I look like uh-like uh a clown!” Eddie had expected her to start crying again, but Penny’s small hands curled into fists, bunching up his shirt.

He raised his eyebrows at the anger reflected on her face, it was one he’d seen pretty often as of late; specifically, when she was throwing her tantrums. Eddie never held those against her, aware she was throwing them because she couldn’t properly communicate or understand why she couldn’t drink any of the cleaning chemicals you had around the apartment—he still couldn’t figure out why she wanted to go for the stuff that could kill her so badly, did she actually want to give him a heart attack?—regardless of how trying it could be to his patience. Especially when the tantrums were because he’d told her ‘no’ or didn’t let her act like a brat.

It was obvious Penny had a negative interaction with a classmate, but she didn’t appear sad when she recanted it to him, just angry.

“A little boy pulled your hair?” Eddie asked, and Penny nodded, removing one arm from around his shoulders to rub at her hair. Eddie raised his hand on the arm he wasn’t using to hold Penny to rub at the spot on her head she’d been caressing, obviously still sore from her fight. “Is that why you’re crying, baby? Did he hurt you?”

“Yeah, but-but thas not why I’m cryin’, daddy. I dint cry when he pulled my hair, I used my words like you and mama tell me then-then after I also bit him really hard just so he know to don’t do it again and he cried and told teacher on me.”

Eddie knew he was telling the guys to be above fighting a child, but boy was this kid testing him, coming up to his baby, pulling on her hair and teasing her. Penny’s hair was curly but kind of all the same length, she very much so had the ‘Annie’ curly ‘fro goin on, it was absolutely adorable. People would constantly stop you two to tell you so when you took her out with you and Eddie couldn’t get enough of it. Penny loved it, too. She’d get all shy and hide her face in Eddie’s neck when given a compliment over it, but the second that person was gone, her pretty hair was all she would chat Eddie’s ear off about.

Still, you’d kill him if he let her bite another kid even though Eddie was positive she’d do it again, eventually. He’d been in that little boy’s position before they’d enrolled her in preschool. Granted he didn’t pull her hair or ever hurt her to be on the receiving end of her bites, no, he got to get those just for being her dad and dealing with those tantrums. He’d take being her gnawing post if that meant he got to be her dad though, it was a real privilege.

“You did the right thing by using your words, baby. But remember, we don’t bite people no matter how mad we get. It’s mean. And you’re not a mean girl,” He cooed, heart melting at the way she preened under the attention and he used his thumb to wipe away the last remaining traces of her tears. “You’re my little bitty pretty princess.” He leaned his head down to press his forehead to hers, grinning as she placed her little hand on the side of his face, caressing his cheek.

“I love you, daddy.” Eddie loved it when her tender side came out, usually right after she was done with her fits and apologetic. After you’d give her time to calm down—much better at dealing with her tantrums since they occurred more often with you because unlike Eddie, you had no problem saying no to her—she’d come find you, crawl into your lap, then tell you how much she loves you and say sorry while you cuddled her. Those were some of Eddie’s favorite moments to watch.

“I love you, too.” He moved his head just so he could press a kiss to her palm, not even concerned as to why it seemed to be sticky. He was used to gross stuff like that already.

Penny spent the rest of the time waiting for you telling Eddie all about the other kids she’d met who hadn’t been mean to her and he listened dutifully, wondering how she managed to seemingly remember the name of every single kid in her class but claimed to not remember household rules like how the toilet isn’t for throwing away toys she doesn’t like anymore or where she put her shoes when Eddie wasn’t watching her close enough.

Eventually you emerged from the classroom and immediately covered Penny in kisses but Eddie noticed how you didn’t try to take her from him and he bit back a smirk. You wouldn’t confess no matter how many times Eddie tried to get you to, but he knew Penny was getting too heavy for you; something you didn’t like to think about because you wanted to consider her a little baby forever.

“So what happened?” He asked once you got your fill. You played with Penny’s fingers, turning her palm over to look at the sticky substance on her palm that caught your attention. Jam.

“One of the boys pulled her hair during story time, the teacher said she went over to intervene but that Penny handled it really well and told him to stop.” You tried to hide your grin, because really this shouldn’t be funny, but your daughter cracked you up sometimes. “Then she got down on all fours and bit his leg.”

Eddie cleared his throat, trying his hardest to not laugh. It would only encourage Penny, she loved making people laugh and if she suspected biting peoples' legs was funny, especially to Eddie, she’d be nipping at her every ankle in sight. “Why was she so upset when we got here? She was crying but she told me it wasn’t because of the other kid.”

“When they mentioned we were coming for her, she started to miss us all over again so she got sad.” No way was Eddie gonna have an easy time doing this all over again tomorrow. No freaking way. His hold on Penny tightened ever so slightly. “The little boy’s mom already picked him up, but they said neither is in any real trouble, they just had to let us know it happened. We can take her home.” It didn’t sound like a suggestion, which Eddie was more than happy about.

He filled you in on the car ride home on exactly why Penny had done what she did and he was surprised you weren’t as miffed about it as he was, then you told him that usually happens to girls. The hair pulling and teasing part, not the biting part.

“It used to happen to me all the time,” You explained, “So, I’m not that surprised that it’s her first run in with something like that, especially from a boy. I don’t like it, but I’m not surprised. Besides, I can’t be mad at her. I used to bite people when I was little, too.”

“I knew it, you looked like a biter in all your kid pictures.”

“What’s that supposed to mean!?”

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All eyes were on the three of you when you entered the apartment, Penny—who was back to normal and happy the whole ride home—started wiggling in Eddie’s hold when she saw half the group of her favorite people waiting for her.

“What happened?” Nancy demanded, turning away from watching Jonathan wipe the baby food off of Wayne’s face. It looked pointless to Eddie considering most of the baby food was on Jonathan.

You and Eddie exchanged smirks, already having predicated their reactions in the car.

“She bit a kid.”

They erupted into cheers, crowding around Penny when she ran to the living room, forcing herself onto Steve’s lap after Eddie put her down to hear all about it.

You watched in amusement, relaxing back into Eddie’s embrace as he slipped his arms around you from behind. He pressed a few wet kisses to the side of your neck, nipping once at your jaw.

“You know, if you still feel the need to bite someone, I’d be more than happy to be of service, Hannibal.”

“You’re not gonna let that go, are you?”

He just hummed into your neck, but you could tell by the smile you felt pressed into the skin there that no, he was so not gonna let that go.

[a-writer-on-elm-street]

Like One Of Your French Girls

Pairing: Negan x Fem!Reader

Summary: Negan walks in on you drawing and asks you to draw him.

Warnings: Strong language, handjob, oral sex (m receiving), fingering, choking, unprotected sex.

A/N: Before you read this, I just want to stress that I'm still learning when it comes to writing smut so if it's not great then I apologise. But personally, I actually quite like this one so I hope you enjoy! :)

You were barely aware of your surroundings as you stood in front of your canvas, carefully dragging the pencil across it.

In fact, you were so absorbed in your artwork that you didn't even notice Negan come up behind you until you felt his fingers brushing along your hips.

You shuddered underneath his touch, turning around to look at him.

"Hey beautiful." He smirked, pulling you closer to him.

You smiled. "Hey."

"I had no idea you were into drawin' and shit."

"Yeah well you don't know a lot about me Negan."

"You any good?" He asked you, leaning closer to you.

"I don't think I'm particularly bad."

"Could you draw me?" He asked, giving you a smirk as he teased his hand along your inner thigh. "All of me?"

"I suppose I could." You breathed out, suddenly feeling very hot at the suggestion.

He just flashed you a grin before stepping away from you, quickly stripping his clothes and laying out on the couch in front of you. "Draw me like one of your french girls, (y/n)."

You struggled to keep your composure as you returned to the canvas, swapping it out for a fresh one and proceeding to attempt to draw Negan.

You tried to ignore the heat pooling between your legs as you dragged the pencil over the canvas, unable to stop staring at Negan's cock as he laid out on the couch.

"Gotta stay focused sweetheart." Negan hummed, a wicked smirk on his face as he looked over at you. He knew what he was doing, and you struggled to have restraint as you continued to focus on the drawing.

You probably only managed a faint outline before you dropped your pencil and walked over to Negan, immediately kneeling down to come face to face with his cock.

"Woah hey, what do you think you're doing?" Negan said sternly, lifting up off the couch a little to look down at you.

"Let's just say I'm...getting a feel for the subject." You smirked before wrapping your hand around his length, making him inhale sharply at the touch.

"Well in that case." He groaned, looking down at your hand wrapped around his cock. "Don't let me get in your way."

You began to move your hand over his length a few times, before bringing it back up to swipe your thumb over his tip, making him squirm under your touch.

"Am I doing good?" You asked, smiling up at him as you continued to pump him with your hand.

He nodded, tilting his head back slightly. "Fuck yeah."

You continued your caress over his length before finally leaning down to lick the tip, making him shudder beneath you.

You released him and proceeded to leave a trail of kisses over his thighs, making your way back up to his swollen cock.

He moaned when you finally closed your mouth over his tip, sucking slightly before taking him into your mouth.

"Fuck darlin'." Negan groaned, reaching down to grip the back of your head.

He pushed you further down his length, making you gag a little when his tip reached the back of your throat.

"That's right." He smirked. "Take my cock like a good girl."

His hand pushing on your head only spurred you on as you began to bob your head up and down on his lap, making sure to lick a stripe up the underside of his cock as you moved.

You felt his hips jerk up into you when you swiped your tongue over his tip before pushing yourself back down.

You continued your movements over him before almost pulling completely off of him, sucking him hard enough to draw another moan out of him.

"Shit." He groaned, pushing your head back down him as he began thrusting himself into your mouth.

You gripped onto his thighs whilst you let him roughly fuck your mouth and after a few hard thrusts, you felt him twitch inside your mouth before you felt his load hit the back of your throat.

When he let go of your head, you pulled off of him, swallowing before wiping your mouth and standing up.

"Well damn, I think you definitely got a feel for the subject." Negan grinned, turning to sit forward so he could look up at you.

"I'm not done yet." You breathed out, proceeding to slowly remove your clothing in front of him.

You hooked your fingers under the hem of your shirt, gently lifting it up your body before slipping it over your head, dropping it to the floor beside you.

You saw how he watched you intently whilst you started to unbutton your jeans, attempting to seductively push the material down your legs as you kept eye contact with him.

"Damn, you're really givin' me a show."

"Like what you see?" You asked him, walking over in your underwear to straddle him.

He gave you an enthusiastic nod as his hands reached behind your back to unclasp your bra. And you gasped when he ducked down to take a nipple into his mouth, sucking slightly before moving onto the other one.

Heat was pooling at your core and you struggled to keep still when you felt his hardened dick against your clothed cunt.

It didn't take long for his fingers to dip under the waistband of your panties, carefully slipping them down your thighs. You lifted yourself off him slightly so he could pull the material off your body and when you lowered back down on him, you moaned at the feel of his bare cock brushing between your thighs.

He pressed sloppy kisses to your chest, and you gasped when you felt his fingers teasing your entrance. You clung to him when he slipped two fingers inside you. He pumped you a few times before flipping you over onto your back, removing his fingers and sucking them clean with a smirk.

He dipped his head down to attach his lips to your neck, leaving lazy kisses across your skin.

"I don't think I can wait to have my dick inside you." He mumbled against your neck. You could feel his hard cock pressing against your thigh as he bucked into you.

"Then don't wait." You whispered, just as desperate as he was to have him inside you.

He pulled back then, gently pressing his lips to yours before pushing himself inside. You both groaned into each other's mouths at the sensation of him stretching you.

"Fuck, you feel so good." He breathed against your ear, your mouth now pressed against his shoulder.

He stayed in place for a moment to allow you to adjust to his size and when he finally moved, you moaned, your back arching off the couch. "Jesus Christ Negan!"

"This is the best damn art session I've ever had." He chuckled, pulling almost all the way out of you before sliding back in.

You dug your fingers into his shoulders when he started to thrust deeper inside you, burying himself. And when he reached up to wrap his hand around your throat, you groaned in pleasure.

"Harder." You demanded, desperate for more friction as he slapped his hips up against yours, his fingers tightening around your throat. "Harder!"

"As you wish." He smirked as he pounded into you harder, making your head hit the arm of the couch with every thrust.

"God!" You panted, desperately clawing at his back as he continued to ram into you, his dick beginning to hit that special spot deep inside you. "Fuck!"

It didn't take long for the heat to begin pooling in your belly and you threw your head back at the immense pleasure that was coursing through your body. Your mind grew hazy as he continued to forcefully push himself into you, his hand still wrapped tightly around your throat.

When Negan sped up his thrusts, slamming into you at a bruising pace, you let out a strangled moan as you dug your fingernails into his back, coaxing a low groan from him.

His fingers tightened slightly around your throat and after a few more heavy thrusts, the fire finally exploded in your belly. You moaned loudly, screwing your eyes shut as Negan continued to fuck you through your orgasm.

His grip loosened on your neck as he leaned down to place a sloppy kiss on your lips, his mouth staying against yours as he groaned, your pussy clenching around him.

"Shit." He whispered breathlessly as his dick twitched inside you.

He pushed deep inside you one more time before you felt him fill you with his release, a loud moan leaving his lips as he collapsed on top of you.

"Fuck." He breathed out, pushing himself off of you so he could sit up.

You sat up slightly, grinning at him. "So much for the drawing huh."

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