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mrkwonandmrchoibabygirl · 6 years ago

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50 DARKER SHADES OF KWON JI YONG PT.7

Description:Daunted by the singular tastes and dark secrets of the beautiful, tormented young entrepreneur Kwon Ji Yong, Y/N Y/L/N has broken off their relationship to start a new career with a Seoul publishing house.But desire for Jiyong still dominates her every waking thought, and when he proposes a new arrangement,Y/N cannot resist. They rekindle their searing sensual affair, and Y/N learns more about the harrowing past of her damaged, driven and demanding Fifty Shades.While Jiyong wrestles with his inner demons, Jiyong must confront the anger and envy of the women who came before her, and make the most important decision of her life. (let me know what you think in the ask box!)

Genre:Smut/Angst/Fluff

Rated:NC-17

Pairing: G-Dragon x Reader

Wordcount:8,882

(remember this is and edit of the original book called fifty shades darker thanks!)

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Holy shit, did I really just do that? It must be the alcohol. I’ve had champagne plus four glasses of four different wines. I glance up at Jiyong, who’s busy applauding. Crap, he’s going to be so angry, and we’ve been getting along so well. My subconscious has finally decided to make an appearance, and she’s wearing her Edvard Munch The Scream face. Jiyong leans over to me, a large, fake smile plastered across his face. He kisses my cheek and then moves closer to whisper in my ear in a very cold, controlled voice. “I don’t know whether to worship at your feet or spank the living shit out of you.” Oh, I know what I want right now. I gaze up at him, blinking through my mask. I just wish I could read what’s in his eyes. “I’ll take option two, please,” I whisper frantically as the applause dies down. His lips part as he inhales sharply. Oh, that chiseled mouth—I want it on me, now. I ache for him. He gives me a radiant sincere smile that leaves me breathless. “Suffering, are you? We’ll have to see what we can do about that,” he murmurs as he runs his fingers along my jaw. His touch resonates deep, deep inside where that ache has spawned and grown. I want to jump him right here, right now, but we sit back to watch the auction of the next lot. I can barely sit still. Jiyong drapes an arm around my shoulders, his thumb rhythmically stroking my back, sending delicious tingles down my spine. His free hand clasps mine, bringing it to his lips, then letting it rest on his lap. Slowly and surreptitiously, so I don’t realize his game until it’s too late, he eases my hand up his leg and against his erection. I gasp, and my eyes dart in panic around the table, but all eyes are fixed on the stage. Thank heavens for my mask. Taking full advantage, I slowly caress him, letting my fingers explore. Jiyong keeps his hand over mine, hiding my bold fingers, while his thumb skates softly over the nape of my neck. His mouth opens as he gasps softly, and it’s the only reaction I can see to my inexperienced touch. But it means so much. He wants me. Everything south of my navel contracts. This is becoming unbearable. A week by Lake Adriana in Montana is the final lot for auction. Of course Mr. and Dr.Kwon have a house in Montana, and the bidding escalates rapidly, but I am barely aware of it. I feel him growing beneath my fingers, and it makes me feel so powerful. “Sold, for one hundred ten thousand dollars!” the MC declares victoriously. The whole room bursts into applause, and reluctantly I follow as does Jiyong, ruining our fun. He turns to me and his lips twitch. “Ready?” he mouths over the rapturous cheering.

“Yes,” I mouth back. “Y/N!” Mia calls. “It’s time!” What? No. Not again! “Time for what?” “The First Dance Auction. Come on!” She stands and holds out her hand. I glance at Jiyong , who is, I think, scowling at Mia, and I don’t know whether to laugh or cry, but it’s laughter that wins. I succumb to a cathartic bubble of schoolgirl giggles, as we are thwarted once more by the tall, pink powerhouse that is Mia Kwon. Jiyong peers at me, and after a beat, there’s a ghost of a smile on his lips. “The first dance will be with me, okay? And it won’t be on the dance floor,” he murmurs lasciviously into my ear. My giggles subside as anticipation fans the flames of my need. Oh yes! My inner goddess performs a perfect triple Salchow in her ice skates. “I look forward to it.” I lean over and plant a soft, chaste kiss on his mouth. Glancing around, I realize that our fellow guests at the table are astonished. Of course, they’ve never seen Jiyong with a date before. He smiles broadly. And he looks … happy. “Come on, Y/N,” Mia nags. Taking her outstretched hand, I follow her onto the stage, where ten more young women have assembled, and I note with vague unease that Lily is one of them. “Gentlemen, the highlight of the evening!” the MC booms over the babble of voices. “The moment you’ve all been waiting for! These twelve lovely ladies have all agreed to auction their first dance to the highest bidder!” Oh no. I blush from head to toe. I hadn’t realized what this meant. How humiliating! “It’s for a good cause,” Mia hisses at me, sensing my discomfort. “Besides, Jiyong will win.” She rolls her eyes. “I can’t imagine him letting anyone outbid him. He hasn’t taken his eyes off you all evening.” Yes, focus on the good cause, and Jiyong is bound to win. Let’s face it, he’s not short of a dime or two. But it means spending more money on you! my subconscious snarls at me. But I don’t want to dance with anyone else—I can’t dance with anyone else—and it’s not spending money on me, he’s donating it to the charity. Like the $24,000 he’s already spent? My subconscious narrows her eyes. Shit. I seem to have gotten away with my impulsive bid. Why am I arguing with myself? “Now, gentlemen, pray gather around, and take a good look at what could be yours for the first dance. Twelve comely and compliant wenches.” Jeez! I feel like I’m in a meat market. I watch, horrified, as at least twenty men make their way to the stage area, Jiyong included, moving with easy grace between the tables and pausing to say a few hellos on the way. Once the bidders are assembled, the MC begins. “Ladies and gentlemen, in the tradition of the masquerade we shall maintain the mystery behind the masks and stick to first names only. First up we have the lovely Jada.” Jada is giggling like a schoolgirl, too. Maybe I won’t be so out of place. She’s dressed head to foot in navy taffeta with a matching mask. Two young men step forward expectantly. Lucky Jada. “Jada speaks fluent Japanese, is a qualified fighter pilot, and an Olympic gymnast … hmm.” The MC winks. “Gentlemen, what am I bid?” Jada gapes, astounded at the MC; obviously, he’s talking complete garbage. She grins shyly back at the two contenders. “A thousand bucks!” one calls. Very quickly the bidding escalates to $5,000. “Going once … going twice … sold!” the MC declares loudly, “to the gentleman in the mask!” And of course, all the men are wearing masks so there are hoots of laughter, applause, and cheering. Jada beams at her purchaser and quickly exits the stage. “See? This is fun!” whispers Mia. “I hope Jiyong wins you, though … We don’t want a brawl,” she adds. “Brawl?” I answer horrified. “Oh yes. He was very hotheaded when he was younger.” She shudders. Jiyong brawling? Refined, sophisticated, likes-Tudor-choral-music Jiyong? I can’t see it. The MC distracts me with his next introduction—a young woman in red, with long jet-black hair. “Gentlemen, may I present the wonderful Mariah. What are we going to do about Mariah? She’s an experienced matador, plays the cello to concert standard, and she’s a champion pole-vaulter … how about that, gentlemen? What am I bid, please, for a dance with the delightful Mariah?” Mariah glares at the MC and someone yells, very loudly, “Three thousand dollars!” It’s a masked man with blond hair and beard. There is one counterbid, but Mariah sells for $4,000. Jiyong is watching me like a hawk. Brawler Trevelyan-Kwon—who would have known? “How long ago?” I ask Mia. She glances at me, nonplussed. “How long ago was Jiyong brawling?” “Early teens. Drove my parents crazy, coming home with cut lips and black eyes. He was expelled from two schools. He inflicted some serious damage on his opponents.” I gape at her. “Hasn’t he told you?” She sighs. “He got quite a bad rep among my friends. He was really persona non grata for a few years. But it stopped when he was about fifteen or sixteen.” She shrugs. Holy fuck. Another piece of the jigsaw falls into place. “So, what am I bid for the gorgeous Jill?” “Four thousand dollars,” a deep voice calls from the left side. Jill squeals in delight. I stop paying attention to the auction. So Jiyong was in that kind of trouble at school, fighting. I wonder why. I stare at him. Lily is watching us closely. “And now, allow me to introduce the beautiful Y/N.” Oh, shit, that’s me. I glance nervously at Mia, and she shoos me center stage. Fortunately I don’t fall over, but stand embarrassed as hell on display for everyone. When I look at Jiyong, he’s smirking at me. The bastard. “Beautiful Y/N plays six musical instruments, speaks fluent Mandarin, and is keen on yoga … well, gentlemen—” Before he can even finish his sentence Jiyong interrupts him, glaring at the MC through his mask. “Ten thousand dollars.” I hear Lily’s gasp of disbelief behind me. Oh, fuck. “Fifteen.” What? We all turn as one to a tall, impeccably dressed man standing to the left of the stage. I blink at Fifty. Shit, what will he make of this? But he’s scratching his chin and giving the stranger an ironic smile. It’s obvious Jiyong knows him. The stranger nods politely at Jiyong. “Well, gentlemen! We have high rollers in the house this evening.” The MC’s excitement emanates through his harlequin mask as he turns to beam at Jiyong. This is a great show, but it’s at my expense. I want to wail. “Twenty,” counters Jiyong quietly. The babble of the crowd has died. Everyone is staring at me, Jiyong, and Mr. Mysterious by the stage. “Twenty-five,” the stranger says. Could this be any more embarrassing? Jiyong stares at him impassively, but he’s amused. All eyes are on Jiyong. What’s he going to do? My heart is in my mouth. I feel sick. “One hundred thousand dollars,” he says, his voice ringing clear and loud through the tent. “What the fuck?” Lily hisses audibly behind me, and a general gasp of dismay and amusement ripples through the crowd. The stranger holds his hands up in defeat, laughing, and Jiyong smirks at him. From the corner of my eye, I can see Mia bouncing up and down with glee. “One hundred thousand dollars for the lovely Y/N! Going once … going twice …” The MC stares at the stranger, who shakes his head with mock regret and bows chivalrously. “Sold!” the MC cries out triumphantly. In a deafening round of applause and cheering, Jiyong steps forward to take my hand and help me from the stage. He gazes at me with an amused grin as I make my way down, kisses the back of my hand then tucks it into the crook of his arm, and leads me toward the tent’s exit. “Who was that?” I ask. He gazes down at me. “Someone you can meet later. Right now, I want to show you something. We have about thirty minutes until the First Dance Auction finishes. Then we have to be back on the dance floor so that I can enjoy that dance I’ve paid for.” “A very expensive dance,” I mutter disapprovingly. “I’m sure it’ll be worth every single cent.” He smiles down at me wickedly. Oh, he has a glorious smile, and the ache is back, blossoming in my body. We’re out on the lawn. I thought we would be heading to the boathouse, but disappointingly we seem to be heading for the dance floor where the big band is now setting up. There are at least twenty musicians, and a few guests are milling about, furtively smoking—but since most of the action is back in the tent, we don’t attract too much attention. Jiyong leads me to the rear of the house and opens a French window leading into a large comfortable sitting room that I’ve not seen before. He walks through the deserted hall toward the sweeping staircase with its elegant, polished wooden balustrade. Taking my hand from the crook of his arm, he leads me up to the second floor and up another flight of stairs to the third. Opening a white door, he ushers me into one of the bedrooms. “This was my room,” he says quietly, standing by the door and locking it behind him. It’s large, stark, and sparsely furnished. The walls are white, as is the furniture; a double bed, a desk and chair, shelves crammed with books and lined with various trophies for kickboxing, by the look of them. The walls are hung with movie posters: The Matrix, Fight Club, The Truman Show, and two framed posters featuring kickboxers. One is named Guiseppe DeNatale—I’ve never heard of him. But what catches my eye is the white bulletin board above the desk, studded with myriad photographs, Mariners pennants, and ticket stubs. It’s a slice of young Jiyong. My eyes come back to the magnificent man now standing in the center of the room. He looks at me darkly, brooding and sexy. “I’ve never brought a girl in here,” he murmurs. “Never?” I whisper. He shakes his head. I swallow convulsively, and the ache that has been bothering me for the last couple of hours is roaring now, raw and wanting. Seeing him standing there on the royal blue carpet in that mask … it’s beyond erotic. I want him. Now. Any way I can get him. I have to resist launching myself at him and ripping his clothes off. He waltzes over to me slowly. “We don’t have long, Y/N, and the way I’m feeling right this moment, we won’t need long. Turn around. Let me get you out of that dress.” I turn and stare at the door, grateful that he’s locked it. Bending down he whispers softly in my ear, “Keep the mask on.” I groan as my body clenches in response. He’s not even touched me yet. He grasps the top of my dress, his fingers sliding against my skin, and the touch reverberates through my body. In one swift move, he opens the zipper. Holding my dress, he helps me to step out of it, then turns and drapes it artfully over the back of a chair. Removing his jacket, he places it over my dress. He pauses, and stares at me for a moment, drinking me in. I’m in the basque and matching panties, and I revel in his sensuous gaze. “You know, Y/N,” he says softly as he stalks toward me, undoing his bow tie so it hangs from either side of his neck, then undoing the top three buttons of his shirt. “I was so mad when you bought my auction lot. All manner of ideas ran through my head. I had to remind myself that punishment is off the menu. But then you volunteered.” He gazes down at me through his mask. “Why did you do that?” he whispers. “Volunteer? I don’t know. Frustration … too much alcohol … worthy cause,” I mutter meekly, shrugging. Maybe to get his attention? I needed him then. I need him more now. The ache is worse, and I know he can soothe it, calm this roaring, salivating beast in me with the beast in him. His mouth presses into a line, and he slowly licks his upper lip. I want that tongue on me. “I vowed to myself I would not spank you again, even if you begged me.” “Please,” I beg. “But then I realized you’re probably very uncomfortable at the moment, and it’s not something you’re used to.” He smirks knowingly at me, arrogant bastard, but I don’t care because he’s absolutely right. “Yes,” I breathe. “So, there might be a certain … latitude. If I do this, you must promise me one thing.” “Anything.” “You will safe-word if you need to, and I will just make love to you, okay?” “Yes.” I’m panting. I want his hands on me. He swallows, then takes my hand, and moves toward the bed. Throwing the duvet aside, he sits down, grabs a pillow, and places it beside him. He gazes up at me standing beside him and suddenly tugs hard on my hand so that I fall across his lap. He shifts slightly so my body is resting on the bed, my chest on the pillow, my face to one side. Leaning over, he sweeps my hair over my shoulder and runs his fingers through the plume of feathers on my mask. “Put your hands behind your back,” he murmurs. Oh! He removes his bow tie and uses it to quickly bind my wrists so that my hands are tied behind me, resting in the small of my back. “You really want this, Y/N?” I close my eyes. This is the first time since I met him that I really want this. I need it. “Yes,” I whisper. “Why?” he asks softly as he caresses my behind with his palm. I groan as soon as his hand makes contact with my skin. I don’t know why … You tell me not to overthink. After a day like today—arguing about the money, Leila, Mrs. Robinson, the dossier on me, the road map, this lavish party, the masks, the alcohol, the silver balls, the��auction … I want this. “Do I need a reason?” “No, baby, you don’t,” he says. “I’m just trying to understand you.” His left hand curls around my waist, holding me in place as his palm leaves my behind and lands hard, just above the junction of my thighs. The pain connects directly with the ache in my belly Oh, man … I moan loudly. He hits me again, in exactly the same place. I groan again. “Two,” he murmurs. “We’ll go with twelve.” Oh my! This feels different than the last time—so carnal, so … necessary. He caresses my behind with his long-fingered hands, and I’m helpless, trussed up and pressed into the mattress, at his mercy, and of my own free will. He hits me again, slightly to the side, and again, to the other side, then pauses as he slowly peels my panties down and pulls them off. He gently trails his palm across my behind again before continuing my spanking—each stinging smack taking the edge off my need—or fueling it—I don’t know. I surrender myself to the rhythm of blows, absorbing each one, savoring each one. “Twelve,” he murmurs his voice low and harsh. He caresses my behind again and trails his fingers down toward my sex and slowly sinks two fingers inside me, moving them in a circle, around and around and around, torturing me. I moan loudly as my body takes over, and I come and come, convulsing around his fingers. It’s so intense, unexpected, and quick. “That’s right, baby,” he murmurs appreciatively. He unties my wrists, keeping his fingers inside me as I lie panting and spent over him. “I’ve not finished with you yet, Anastasia,” he says and shifts without removing his fingers. He eases my knees onto the floor so that now I’m leaning over the bed. He kneels on the floor behind me and undoes his zipper. He slides his fingers out of me, and I hear the familiar tear of a foil packet. “Open your legs,” he growls, and I comply. He strokes my behind and eases into me. “This is going to be quick, baby,” he murmurs and grabbing my hips, he eases out then slams into me. “Ah!” I cry out, but the fullness is heavenly. He’s hitting the bellyache square on, again and again, eradicating it with each sharp, sweet thrust. The feeling is mindblowing, just what I need. I push back to meet him, thrust for thrust. “Ana, no,” he grunts, trying to still me. But I want him too much, and I grind against him, matching him thrust for thrust. “Ana, shit,” he hisses as he comes, and the tortured sound sets me off again, spiraling into a healing orgasm that goes on and on and wrings me out and leaves me spent and breathless. Jiyong bends and kisses my shoulder, then pulls out of me. Placing his arms around me, he rests his head in the middle of my back, and we lie like this, both kneeling at the bedside, for what? Seconds? Minutes, even, as our breathing calms. My bellyache has disappeared, and all I feel is a soothing, satisfying serenity. Jiyong stirs and kisses my back. “I believe you owe me a dance, Miss Y/L/N,” he murmurs. “Hmm,” I respond, savoring the absence of achiness and basking in the afterglow. He sits back on his heels and pulls me off the bed onto his lap. “We don’t have long. Come on.” He kisses my hair and forces me to stand. I grumble but sit back down on the bed and collect my panties from the floor and scoop them on. Lazily I walk to the chair to retrieve my dress. I note with dispassionate interest that I did not remove my shoes during our illicit tryst. Jiyong is tying his bow tie, having finished straightening himself and the bed. As I slip my dress back on, I check out the photographs on the bulletin board. Jiyong as a sullen teen was gorgeous even then: with Taeyang and Mia on the ski slopes; on his own in Paris, the Arc de Triomphe serving as a giveaway to his location; in London; New York; the Grand Canyon; Sydney Opera House; even the Great Wall of China. Master Kwon was well traveled at a young age. There are ticket stubs to various concerts: U2, Metallica, the Verve, Sheryl Crow, the New York Philharmonic performing Prokofiev’s Romeo and Juliet—what an eclectic mix! And in the corner, there’s a passport-sized photograph of a young woman. It’s in black and white. She looks familiar, but for the life of me, I can’t place her. Not Mrs. Robinson, thank heavens. “Who’s this?” I ask. “No one of consequence,” he mutters as he slips on his jacket and straightens his bow tie. “Shall I zip you up?” “Please. Then why is she on your bulletin board?” “An oversight on my part. How’s my tie?” He raises his chin like a small boy, and I grin and straighten it for him. “Now it’s perfect.” “Like you,” he murmurs and grabs me, kissing me passionately. “Feeling better?” “Much, thank you, Mr. Kwon.” “The pleasure was all mine, Miss Y/L/N.” THE GUESTS ARE ASSEMBLING on the dance floor. Jiyong grins at me—we’ve made it just in time —and he leads me onto the checkered floor. “And now, ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for the first dance. Mr. and Dr. Kwon, are you ready?” Carrick nods in agreement, his arms around Gi-ran. “Ladies and gentlemen of the First Dance Auction, are you ready?” We all nod in agreement. Mia is with someone I don’t recognize. I wonder what happened to Sean? “Then we shall begin. Take it away, Sam!” A young man strolls onto the stage amid warm applause, turns to the band behind him, and snaps his fingers. The familiar strains of “I’ve Got You Under My Skin” fill the air. Jiyong smiles down at me, takes me in his arms, and starts to move. Oh, he dances so well, making it easy to follow. We grin at each other like idiots as he whirls me around the dance floor. “I love this song,” Jiyong murmurs, gazing down at me. “Seems very fitting.” He’s no longer grinning, but serious. “You’re under my skin, too,” I respond. “Or you were in your bedroom.” He purses his lips but he’s unable to hide his amusement. “Miss Y/L/N,” he admonishes me teasingly, “I had no idea you could be so crude.” “Mr. Kwon, neither did I. I think it’s all my recent experiences. They’ve been an education.” “For both of us.” Jiyong is serious again, and it could just be the two of us and the band. We are in our own private bubble. As the song finishes we both applaud. Sam the singer bows graciously and introduces his band. “May I cut in?” I recognize the man who bid on me at the auction. Jiyong grudgingly lets me go, but he’s amused, too. “Be my guest. Y/N, this is John Flynn. John, Y/N.” Shit! Jiyong grins and wanders off to one side of the dance floor. “How do you do, Y/N?” Dr. Flynn says smoothly, and I realize he’s British. “Hello,” I stutter. The band strikes up another song, and Dr. Flynn pulls me into his arms. He’s much younger than I imagined, though I can’t see his face. He’s wearing a mask similar to Jiyong’s. He’s tall, but not as tall as Jiyong, and he doesn’t move with Christian’s easy grace. What do I say to him? Why is Jiyong so fucked-up? Why did he bid on me? It’s the only thing I want to ask him, but somehow that seems rude. “I’m glad to finally meet you, Y/N. Are you enjoying yourself?” he asks. “I was,” I whisper. “Oh. I hope I’m not responsible for your change of heart.” He gives me a brief, warm smile that puts me a little more at ease. “Dr. Flynn, you’re the shrink. You tell me.” He grins. “That’s the problem, isn’t it? The shrink bit?” I giggle. “I’m worried what I might reveal, so I’m a little self-conscious and intimidated. And really I only want to ask you about Jiyong.” He smiles. “First, this is a party so I’m not on duty,” he whispers conspiratorially. “And second, I really can’t talk to you about Jiyong. Besides,” he teases, “we’d need until Christmas.” I gasp in shock. “That’s a doctor’s joke, Y/N.” I flush, embarrassed, and then feel slightly resentful. He’s making a joke at Jiyong’s expense. “You’ve just confirmed what I’ve been saying to Jiyong … that you’re an expensive charlatan,” I admonish him. Dr. Flynn snorts with laughter. “You could be on to something there.” “You’re British?” “Yes. Originally from London.” “How did you find yourself here?” “Happy circumstance.” “You don’t give much away, do you?” “There’s not much to give away. I’m really a very dull person.” “That’s very self-deprecating.” “It’s a British trait. Part of our national character.” “Oh.” “And I could accuse you of the same, Y/N .” “That I’m a dull person, too, Dr. Flynn?” He snorts. “No, Y/N. That you don’t give much away.” “There’s not much to give away.” I smile. “I sincerely doubt that.” He unexpectedly frowns. I flush, but the music finishes and Jiyong is once more by my side. Dr. Flynn releases me. “It’s been a pleasure to meet you, Y/N.” He gives me his warm smile again, and I feel that I’ve passed some kind of hidden test. “John.” Jiyong nods at him. “ Jiyong .” Dr. Flynn returns his nod, turns on his heel, and disappears through the crowd. Jiyong pulls me into his arms for the next dance. “He’s much younger than I expected,” I murmur to him. “And terribly indiscreet.” Jiyong cocks his head to one side. “Indiscreet?” “Oh yes, he told me everything,” I tease. Jiyong tenses. “Well, in that case, I’ll get your bag. I’m sure you want nothing more to do with me,” he says softly. I stop. “He didn’t tell me anything!” My voice fills with panic. Jiyong blinks before relief floods his face. He pulls me into his arms again. “Then let’s enjoy this dance.” He beams down at me, reassuring me, and then spins me around. Why would he think that I’d want to leave? It makes no sense. We dance for two more numbers, and I realize I need the restroom. “I won’t be long.” As I make my way to the powder room, I remember I have left my purse on the dinner table, so I head down to the tent. When I enter, it’s still lit but quite deserted, except for a couple at the other end, who really ought to get a room! I reach for my bag. “ Y/N?” A soft voice startles me, and I turn to see a woman dressed in a long, tight, black velvet gown. Her mask is unique. It covers her face to her nose but also covers her hair. It’s stunning, with elaborate gold filigree. “I’m so glad you’re on your own,” she says softly. “I’ve been wanting to talk to you all evening.” “I’m sorry, I don’t know who you are.” She pulls the mask from her face and releases her hair. Shit! It’s Mrs. Robinson. “I’m sorry, I startled you.” I gape at her. Holy cow—what the fuck does this woman want? I don’t know what the social conventions are for meeting known molesters of children. She’s smiling sweetly and gesturing for me to sit at the table. And because I am lacking any sphere of reference, I do as she asks out of stunned politeness, grateful that I am still wearing my mask. “I’ll be brief, Y/N. I know what you think of me … Jiyong’s told me.” I gaze at her impassively, giving nothing away, but I’m pleased that she knows. It saves me telling her, and she’s cutting to the chase. Part of me is beyond intrigued as to what she could have to say. She pauses, glancing over my shoulder. “Taylor’s watching us.” I peek around to see him scanning the tent by the doorway. Sawyer is with him. They are looking anywhere but at us. “Look, we don’t have long,” she says hurriedly. “It must be obvious to you that Jiyong is in love with you. I have never seen him like this, ever.” She emphasizes the last word. What? Loves me? No. Why is she telling me? To reassure me? I don’t understand. “He won’t tell you because he probably doesn’t realize it himself, notwithstanding what I’ve said to him, but that’s Jiyong. He’s not very attuned to any positive feelings and emotions he may have. He dwells far too much on the negative. But then, you’ve probably worked that out for yourself. He doesn’t think he’s worthy.” I am reeling. Jiyong loves me? He hasn’t said it, and this woman has told him that’s how he feels? How bizarre. A hundred images dance through my head: the iPad, the gliding, flying to see me, all his actions, his possessiveness, $100,000 for a dance. Is this love? And hearing it from this woman, having her confirm it for me is, frankly, unwelcome. I’d rather hear it from him. My heart constricts. He feels unworthy? Why? “I’ve never seen him so happy, and it’s obvious that you have feelings for him, too.” A brief smile flits across her lips. “That’s great, and I wish you both the best of everything. But what I wanted to say is if you hurt him again, I will find you, lady, and it won’t be pleasant when I do.” She stares at me, ice-cold blue eyes boring into my skull, trying to get under my mask. Her threat is so astonishing, so off the wall, that an involuntary, disbelieving giggle escapes me. Of all the things she could say to me, this is the least expected. “You think this is funny, Y/N?” she splutters in dismay. “You didn’t see him last Saturday.” My face falls and darkens. The thought of Jiyong unhappy is not a palatable one, and last Saturday I left him. He must have gone to her. The idea makes me queasy. Why am I sitting here, listening to this shit from her, of all people? I slowly rise, gazing at her intently. “I’m laughing at your audacity, Mrs. Lincoln. Jiyong and I have nothing to do with you. And if I do leave him and you come looking for me, I’ll be waiting—don’t doubt it. And maybe I’ll give you a taste of your own medicine on behalf of the fifteen-year-old child you molested and probably fucked up even more than he already was.” Her mouth falls open. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have better things to do than waste my time with you.” I turn on my heel, adrenaline and anger coursing through my body, and stalk toward the entrance of the tent where Taylor is standing just as Jiyong arrives, looking flustered and worried. “There you are,” he mutters, then frowns when he sees Chaerin. I stride past him, saying nothing, giving him the opportunity to choose—her or me. He makes the right choice. “ Y/N,” he calls. I stop and face him as he catches up with me. “What’s wrong?” He gazes down at me, concern etched on his face. “Why don’t you ask your ex?” I hiss acidly. His mouth twists and his eyes frost. “I’m asking you,” he says, his voice soft but with an undertone of something far more menacing. We glare at each other. Okay, I can see this will end in a fight if I don’t tell him. “She’s threatening to come after me if I hurt you again—probably with a whip,” I snap at him. Relief flashes across his face, his mouth softening with humor. “Surely the irony of that isn’t lost on you?” he says, and I can tell he’s trying hard to stifle his amusement. “This isn’t funny, Jiyong!” “No, you’re right. I’ll talk to her.” He adopts his serious face, though he’s still suppressing his amusement. “You will do no such thing.” I cross my arms, my anger spiking again. He blinks at me, surprised by my outburst. “Look, I know you’re tied up with her financially, forgive the pun, but—” I stop. What am I asking him to do? Give her up? Stop seeing her? Can I do that? “I need the restroom.” I glare up at him, my mouth set in a grim line. He sighs and cocks his head to one side. Could he look any hotter? Is it the mask or just him? “Please don’t be mad. I didn’t know she was here. She said she wasn’t coming.” His tone is placating as if he’s talking to a child. Reaching up he runs his thumb along my pouting bottom lip. “Don’t let Chaerin ruin our evening, please, Y/N. She’s really old news.” “Old” being the operative word, I think uncharitably, as he tips my chin up and gently grazes his lips against mine. I sigh in agreement, blinking up at him. He straightens and takes my elbow. “I’ll accompany you to the powder room so you don’t get interrupted again.” He leads me across the lawn toward the luxurious temporary restrooms. Mia said they had been delivered for the occasion, but I had no idea they came in deluxe versions. “I’ll wait here for you, baby,” he murmurs. When I come out, my mood has moderated. I have decided not to let Mrs. Robinson blight my evening because that’s probably what she wants. Jiyong is on the phone some distance away and out of earshot of the few people laughing and chatting nearby. As I get closer, I can hear him. He’s very terse. “Why did you change your mind? I thought we’d agreed. Well, leave her alone … This is the first regular relationship I’ve ever had, and I don’t want you jeopardizing it through some misplaced concern for me. Leave. Her. Alone. I mean it, Chaerin.” He pauses, listening. “No, of course not.” He frowns deeply as he says this. Glancing up, he sees me regarding him. “I have to go. Good night.” He presses the off button. I cock my head to one side and raise an eyebrow at him. Why is he phoning her? “How’s the old news?” “Cranky,” he replies sardonically. “Do you want to dance some more? Or would you like to go?” He glances at his watch. “The fireworks start in five minutes.” “I love fireworks.” “We’ll stay and watch them, then.” He puts his arms around me and pulls me close. “Don’t let her come between us, please.” “She cares about you,” I mutter. “Yes, and I her … as a friend.” “I think it’s more than a friendship to her.” His brow furrows. “ Y/N, Chaerin and I … it’s complicated. We have a shared history. But it is just that, history. As I’ve said to you time and time again, she’s a good friend. That’s all. Please, forget about her.” He kisses my hair, and in the interest of not ruining our evening, I let it go. I am just trying to understand. We wander hand in hand back to the dance floor. The band is still in full swing. “ Y/N .” I turn to find Carrick standing behind us. “I wondered if you’d do me the honor of the next dance.” Carrick holds his hand out to me. Jiyong shrugs and smiles, releasing my hand, and I let Carrick lead me onto the dance floor. Sam the bandleader launches into “Come Fly with Me,” and Carrick puts his arm around my waist and gently whirls me into the throng. “I wanted to thank you for the generous contribution to our charity, Y/N.” From his tone, I suspect this is his roundabout way of asking whether I can afford it. “Mr. Kwon—” “Call me Carrick, please, Y/N .” “I’m delighted to be able to contribute. I unexpectedly came into some money. I don’t need it. And it’s such a worthy cause.” He smiles down at me, and I seize the opportunity for some innocent inquiries. Carpe diem, my subconscious hisses from behind her hand. “ Jiyong told me a little about his past, so I think it’s appropriate to support your work,” I add, hoping that this might encourage Carrick to give me a small insight into the mystery that is his son. Carrick is surprised. “Did he? That’s unusual. You certainly have had a very positive effect on him, Y/N. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so, so … buoyant.” I flush. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you.” “Well, in my limited experience, he’s a very unusual man,” I murmur. “He is,” Carrick agrees quietly. “ Jiyong ’s early childhood sounds hideously traumatic, from what he’s told me.” Carrick frowns, and I worry if I’ve overstepped the mark. “My wife was the doctor on duty when the police brought him in. He was skin and bones, and badly dehydrated. He wouldn’t speak.” Carrick frowns again, lost in the awful memory, despite the up-tempo music surrounding us. “In fact, he didn’t speak for nearly two years. It was playing the piano that eventually brought him out of himself. Oh, and Mia’s arrival, of course.” He smiles down at me fondly. “He plays beautifully. And he’s accomplished so much, you must be very proud of him.” I sound distracted. Holy Shit. Didn’t speak for two years. “Immensely so. He’s a very determined, very capable, very bright young man. But between you and me, Y/N , it’s seeing him like he is this evening—carefree, acting his age—that’s the real thrill for his mother and me. We were both commenting on it today. I believe we have you to thank for that.” I think I blush to my roots. What am I supposed to say to this? “He’s always been such a loner. We never thought we’d see him with anyone. Whatever you’re doing, please don’t stop. We’d like to see him happy.” He stops suddenly, as if he’s overstepped the mark. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” I shake my head. “I’d like to see him happy, too,” I mutter, unsure of what else to say. “Well, I’m very glad you came this evening. It’s been a real pleasure seeing the two of you together.” As the final strains of “Come Fly with Me” fade away, Carrick releases me and bows, and I curtsy, mirroring his civility. “That’s enough dancing with old men.” Jiyong is at my side again. Carrick laughs. “Less of the ‘old,’ son. I’ve been known to have my moments.” Carrick winks at me playfully and saunters into the crowd. “I think my dad likes you,” Christian mutters as he watches his father mingle with the crowd. “What’s not to like?” I peek coquettishly up at him through my lashes. “Good point well made, Miss Y/L/N.” He pulls me into an embrace as the band starts to play “It Had to Be You.” “Dance with me,” he whispers seductively. “With pleasure, Mr. Kwon.” I smile in response, and he sweeps me across the dance floor once more. AT MIDNIGHT WE STROLL down toward the shore between the tent and the boathouse where the other partygoers are gathered to watch the fireworks. The MC, back in charge, has permitted the removal of masks, the better to see the display. Jiyong has his arm around me, but I’m aware that Taylor and Sawyer are close by, probably because we’re in the crowd now. They are looking anywhere but at the dockside where two technicians dressed in black are making their final preparations. Seeing Taylor reminds me of Leila. Perhaps she’s here. Shit. The thought chills my blood, and I huddle closer to Jiyong. He gazes down at me as he pulls me closer. “You okay, baby? Cold?” “I’m fine.” I glance quickly behind us and see the other two security guys, whose names I forget, standing close by. Moving me in front of him, Jiyong puts both his arms around me over my shoulders. Suddenly a stirring classical soundtrack booms over the dock and two rockets soar into the air, exploding with a deafening bang over the bay, lighting it all in a dazzling canopy of sparkling orange and white that’s reflected in a glittering shower over the still calm water of the bay. My jaw drops as several more rockets fire into the air and explode in a kaleidoscope of color. I can’t recall ever seeing a display this impressive, except perhaps on television, and it never looks this good on TV. It’s all in time to the music. Volley after volley, bang after bang, and light after light as the crowd answers with gasps and oohs and ahs. It is out of this world. On the pontoon in the bay several silver fountains of light shoot up twenty feet in the air, changing color through blue, red, orange, and back to silver—and yet more rockets explode as the music reaches its crescendo. My face is beginning to ache from the ridiculous grin of wonder plastered across it. I glance at Fifty, and he’s the same, marveling like a child at the sensational show. For the finale a volley of six rockets shoot into the dark and explode simultaneously, bathing us in a glorious golden light as the crowd erupts into frantic, enthusiastic applause. “Ladies and gentlemen,” the MC calls out as the cheers and whistles fade. “Just one note to add at the end of this wonderful evening; your generosity has raised a total of one million eight hundred and fifty-three thousand dollars!” Spontaneous applause erupts again, and out on the pontoon, a message lights up in silver streams of sparks forming the words “Thank You from Coping Together,” sparkling and shimmering over the water. “Oh, Jiyong … that was wonderful.” I grin up at him and he bends down to kiss me. “Time to go,” he murmurs, a broad smile on his beautiful face, and his words hold so much promise. Suddenly, I feel very tired. He glances up again, and Taylor is close, the crowd dispersing around us. They don’t speak but something passes between them. “Stay with me a moment. Taylor wants us to wait while the crowd disperses.” Oh. “I think that fireworks display probably aged him a hundred years,” he adds. “Doesn’t he like fireworks?” Jiyong gazes down at me fondly and shakes his head but doesn’t elaborate. “So, Aspen,” he says, and I know he’s trying to distract me from something. It works. “Oh … I haven’t paid for my bid,” I gasp. “You can send a check. I have the address.” “You were really mad.” “Yes, I was.” I grin. “I blame you and your toys.” “You were quite overcome, Miss Y/L/N. A most satisfactory outcome if I recall.” He smiles salaciously. “Incidentally, where are they?” “The silver balls? In my bag.” “I’d like them back. They are far too potent a device to be left in your innocent hands.” “Worried I might be quite overcome again, maybe with somebody else?” His eyes glitter dangerously. “I hope that’s not going to happen,” he says, a cool edge to his voice. “But no, Y/N . I want all your pleasure.” Whoa. “Don’t you trust me?” “Implicitly. Now, can I have them back?” “I’ll think about it.” He narrows his eyes at me. There’s music once more from the dance floor but it’s a DJ playing a thumping dance number, the bass pounding out a relentless beat. “Do you want to dance?” “I’m really tired, Jiyong. I’d like to go, if that’s okay.” Jiyong glances at Taylor, who nods, and we set off toward the house, following a couple of drunken guests. I’m grateful when Jiyong takes my hand—my feet are aching from the dizzying height and tight confinement of my shoes. Mia comes bounding up to us. “You’re not going, are you? The real music’s just beginning. Come on, Y/N .” She grabs my hand. “Mia,” Jiyong admonishes her. “ Y/N’stired. We’re going home. Besides, we have a big day tomorrow.” We do? Mia pouts but surprisingly doesn’t push Jiyong. “You must come by sometime next week. Maybe we can hit the mall?” “Sure, Mia.” I grin, though in the back of my mind I’m wondering how since I have to work for a living. She gives me a quick kiss then hugs Jiyong fiercely, taking us both by surprise. More astoundingly still, she places her hands directly on the lapels of his jacket, and he just gazes down at her, indulgently. “I like seeing you this happy,” she says sweetly and kisses him on the cheek. “Bye. You guys have fun.” She skips off toward her waiting friends—among them Lily, who looks even more sour-faced without her mask. I wonder idly where Sean is. “We’ll say good night to my parents before we leave. Come.” Jiyong leads me through a gaggle of guests to Gi-ran and Carrick, who wish us fond and warm farewells. “Please do come again, Y/N, it’s been lovely having you here,” says Gi-ran kindly. I am a little overwhelmed by both her and Carrick’s reaction. Fortunately, Gi-ra’s parents have retired for the evening, so at least I am spared their enthusiasm. In a relaxed, weary silence, Jiyong and I walk hand in hand to the front of the house, where countless cars are lined up waiting to collect guests. I glance up at Fifty. He looks happy. It’s a real pleasure to see him this way, though I suspect it’s unusual after such an extraordinary day. “Are you warm enough?” he asks. “Yes, thank you.” I clasp my satin wrap. “I really enjoyed this evening, Y/N. Thank you.” “Me too, some parts more than others.” I grin. He grins and nods, then his brow creases. “Don’t bite your lip,” he warns in a way that makes my blood sing. “What did you mean about a big day tomorrow?” I ask to distract myself. “Dr. Greene is coming to sort you out. Plus, I have a surprise for you.” “Dr. Greene!” I halt. “Yes.” “Why?” “Because I hate condoms,” he says quietly. His eyes glint in the soft light from the paper lanterns, gauging my reaction. “It’s my body,” I mutter, annoyed that he hasn’t asked me. “It’s mine, too,” he whispers. I gaze up at him as various guests pass by, ignoring us. He looks so earnest. Yes, my body is his … he knows it better than I do. I reach up, and he flinches ever so slightly but stays still. Grasping the corner of his bow tie, I pull so it unravels, revealing the top button of his shirt. Gently I undo it. “You look hot like this,” I whisper. Actually he looks hot all the time, but really hot like this. He smiles. “I need to get you home. Come.” At the car, Sawyer hands Jiyong an envelope. He frowns at it and glances at me as Taylor ushers me into the car. Taylor looks relieved for some reason. Jiyong climbs in and hands me the envelope, unopened, as Taylor and Sawyer take their seats in the front. “It’s addressed to you. One of the staff gave it to Sawyer. No doubt from yet another ensnared heart.” Jiyong’s mouth twists. It’s obvious this is an unpleasant concept to him. I stare at the note. Who is this from? Ripping it open, I read it quickly in the dim light. Holy shit, it’s from her! Why won’t she leave me alone? I may have misjudged you. And you have definitely misjudged me. Call me if you need to fill in any of the blanks—we could have lunch. Jiyong doesn’t want me talking to you, but I would be more than happy to help. Don’t get me wrong, I approve, believe me—but so help me, if you hurt him … He’s been hurt enough. Call me: (206) 279-6261 Mrs. Robinson Fuck, she’s signed it Mrs. Robinson! He told her. The bastard. “You told her?” “Told who, what?” “That I call her Mrs. Robinson,” I snap. “It’s from Chaerin?” Jiyong is shocked. “This is ridiculous,” he grumbles, running a hand through his hair, and I can tell he’s irritated. “I’ll deal with her tomorrow. Or Monday,” he mutters bitterly. And though I’m ashamed to admit it, a very small part of me is pleased. My subconscious nods sagely. Chaerin is pissing him off, and this can only be good—surely. I decide to say nothing for now but stash her note in my bag, and in a gesture guaranteed to lighten his mood, I hand him back the balls. “Until next time,” I murmur. He glances at me, and it’s hard to see his face in the dark, but I think he’s smirking. He reaches for my hand and squeezes it. I gaze out of the window into the darkness, reflecting on this long day. I’ve learned so much about him, gleaned many missing details—the salons, the road map, his childhood—but there’s still much more to discover. And what about Mrs. R? Yes, she cares for him, and deeply, it would appear. I can see that, and he cares for her—but not in the same way. I don’t know what to think anymore. All this information is making my head hurt. JIYONG WAKES ME JUST as we pull up outside Escala. “Do I need to carry you in?” he asks gently. I shake my head sleepily. No way. As we stand in the elevator, I lean against him, putting my head against his shoulder. Sawyer stands in front of us, shifting uncomfortably. “It’s been a long day, eh, Y/N?” I nod. “Tired?” I nod. “You’re not very talkative.” I nod and he grins. “Come. I’ll put you to bed.” He takes my hand as we exit the elevator, but we stop in the foyer when Sawyer holds up his hand. In that split second, I am instantly wide awake. Sawyer talks into his sleeve. I had no idea that he was wearing a radio. “Will do, T,” he says and turns to face us. “Mr. Kwon, the tires on Ms. Y/L/N’s Audi have been slashed and paint thrown all over it.” Holy shit. My car! Who would do that? And I know the answer as soon as the question materializes in my mind. Leila. I glance up at Jiyong , and he blanches. “Taylor is concerned that the perp may have entered the apartment and may still be there. He wants to make sure.” “I see,” Jiyong whispers. “What’s Taylor’s plan?” “He’s coming up in the service elevator with Ryan and Reynolds. They’ll do a sweep, then give us the all clear. I’m to wait with you, sir.” “Thank you, Sawyer.” Jiyong tightens his arm around me. “This day just gets better and better,” he sighs bitterly, nuzzling my hair. “Listen, I can’t stand here and wait. Sawyer, take care of Miss Y/L/N. Don’t let her in until you have the all clear. I am sure Taylor is overreacting. She can’t get into the apartment.” What? “No, Jiyong —you have to stay with me,” I plead. Jiyong releases me. “Do as you’re told, Y/N. Wait here.” No! “Sawyer?” Jiyong says. Sawyer opens the foyer door to let Jiyong enter the apartment then shuts the door behind him and stands in front of it, staring impassively down at me. Holy shit. Jiyong! All manner of horrific outcomes run through my mind, but all I can do is stand and wait.

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“My Best Friend’s Brother”

Genre: Smut with a bit of Fluff and 0.01% Angst (I think)

Word Count: 7,148

A/N: Hello my fellow readers, I hope all is well. I’ve been in the writing mood lately so while I’m working on a series, I still wanted to supply you guys with some entertainment. I’ve been thinking of this one shot for awhile now and decided to share. Lol I hope I didn’t over do it with this long ass back story. Anyways, enjoy and Happy Readings!^^

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You knew you had fucked up the moment you had gotten involved with your best friend’s brother. That was your own undoing. The moment your young eyes glanced in his direction, you were in trouble. You were sixteen and a sophomore in high school when you first met Sooyoung and Minseok.

After losing his job, their father and mother decided to make a few cuts in the family’s lifestyle in order to survive for a few months until he found a new job, thus moving them from a private school to a public school in the middle of the year. Usually children would be scared of leaving the comfort of their friends behind to make new ones elsewhere but that didn’t apply to Sooyoung and Minseok. They fit right in with their peers as if they’d been there since the beginning.

Due to their ages, Sooyoung was place in your class while Minseok, since he was older, was a year ahead as a junior. Right away, you came to the conclusion that you liked Sooyoung. She had a funny personality and was her own person. She didn’t try to be someone she wasn’t or tried to fit in with the more popular crowd. All she needed was a few friends in her circle and you were proud to be a part of that.

When Sooyoung mentioned that she had an older brother, you didn’t think anything of it until you met him one day after school when you were at their house. The two of you were in the kitchen eating snacks when he came home with two friends in tow. Unlike his sister, Minseok quickly climbed the social ladder of popularity and had a boatload of friends. Not to mention, all the girls they use to crush over him and you could see why. He was gorgeous! You were somewhat of a deer in headlights and couldn’t take your eyes off of him. You never expected Minseok to be so handsome yet he had this alluring air about him that left you wanting to be near him. When Minseok suddenly locked eyes with you, you quickly looked away, mentally yelling at yourself for not being discreet about it. He smirked to himself before taking some of his sister’s food and leaving to go to his room with his friends. Though that interaction was brief, your heart immediately ached at the loss of his presence. You wanted him to linger a bit longer and hoped, before you walked out of that door, you’d get to see him again. That’s how your crush on Kim Minseok began.

After school, you would go over their house in hopes to see him again, although you were there to hang out with Sooyoung. Sometimes you would see him went he came home and sometimes you didn’t. Time spent with Sooyoung would turn into mindless daydreams of a relationship with Minseok. Of course you knew a guy as good looking as him would have countless girls flocking after him but you also didn’t care. You wanted to go beyond his looks to find out what kind of person he really was. You wanted to take off the mask he wore for his friends and even his family.

Your schoolgirl crush soon began to increase and spiral out of control. It was safe to say that you were beginning to fall in love with him. There were times when you ran into him in the hallways or while Sooyoung was in the bathroom and you waited in the living room, Minseok would appear and greet you before retreating to his room leaving you on cloud nine. But your suddenly affection and dreamy state didn’t go unnoticed by Sooyoung. With her attentiveness, she quickly put two and two together and confronted you about your feelings for her brother.

"You like him, don’t you?” She asked with the biggest smile on her face. Even though you both had grown closer, you weren’t ready to let her know that she was right. The last thing you needed was her teasing you about it or worse, she talks to him about it.

“WHAT?! NO WAY! I don’t like Minseok.” Your voice screeched. The look on her face told you that she didn’t believe you and you had to try a different tactic. “I don’t! I actually have a crush on his friend, Jongdae. If I ask Minseok, do you think he’d tell me if Jongdae was dating someone? He’s so cute!”

“Yeah, he really is cute.” Sooyoung agreed and you were relieved that she changed the topic from her brother to all the cute guys at the school. But as far as you were concerned, none of them could compare to Minseok.

You never told Sooyoung of your feelings for her brother for a couple reasons. One being that she would tease you mercilessly for lying to her. Two, you didn’t want to create any awkward moments between siblings. Three, you didn’t know how she would take it knowing that one night, while she was waited on you to make popcorn, you and Minseok where in the kitchen one night making out.

You were caught completely off guard when he snuck up behind you. There was a house party that night but you and Sooyoung decided to stay in and have a girl’s night at her house. After losing a game of rock, paper, scissors, you had to go down into the kitchen and make a bowl of popcorn. You were so busy watching the kernels pop in the bag that you didn’t hear him walk into the kitchen.

“So you’re staying the night, huh?” His deep voice asked causing you nearly jumped out of your skin.

You were still in shock that he was even speaking to you that your brain didn’t allow you to form a coherent sentence. Instead, you couldn’t do anything except nod your head. Minseok moved by you to grab a can of cola from the fridge. When his eyes settled on you, you could easily tell that he was a bit inebriated, possibly from drinking at the party. But then you realize that you were only dressed in flimsy shorts and a thin tank top so you turned your attention back to the popcorn and hoped you didn’t die from embarrassment.

Right as the microwave ended, you snatched the bag and quickly tried to make an exit but Minseok put his arm out to stop you. Before you knew it, he had enclosed you into the counter and you were unable to leave.

“Why do you act so scared of me, y/n.” He asked, leaning his face in to breath into your neck. Your eyes remained fixed on nothing in particular to keep from looking at him.

“I-I’m not s-scared, you... you just make me nervous.” You felt him smile into your skin as his tongue traced up to your lips.

“Don’t be nervous, I won’t hurt you. In fact, for some odd reason, I find myself thinking and dreaming about you.” He breathed. “You don’t know how hard it is for me not to storm into her room, pull you out, and take you to my room.”

Your eyes widened at his words but before you could say a word, his lips crashed against yours in a steamy kiss. You thought you had died and gone to heaven. This was the guy you had been dreaming about since you met him and he was kissing you. Though this was your first kiss, you didn’t hesitate to play with his tongue the moment it entered your mouth. A part of you was afraid that this wasn’t real, that this was all a part of your imagination but when Sooyoung called your name from her bedroom, your mind snapped back to what you were suppose to be doing.

You quickly broke away from Minseok to catch your breath. He still had you trapped in place and when you looked up at him, his dark gaze stared back. If he had to be honest with himself, he didn’t want to let you go but did anyway and watched you scurry to his sister’s room.

“Damn! What took so long?” Sooyoung questioned you as she took the bag of popcorn from your hands.

“I was just making sure it done.” You lied and immediately felt bad about it.

It’s not like Sooyoung wouldn’t be supportive, you just didn’t want her to have to choose between you or her brother. Especially after she expressed how her brother didn’t deserve to be with you, if you did like him. Sooyoung loved her brother very much and knew that he had a sweet side but until he found “the one” he was a reign of destruction on girl’s hearts. To her, Minseok was a womanizer who didn’t know how to treat women. He’d use his looks to get them to open their hearts and soon their legs, only to leave them broken hearted.

Minseok wasn’t always this way though. Once upon a time, he was a very loyal, supportive boyfriend to a girl he dated his sophomore year. He spoiled her every chance he got and to the world looking in, he was the perfect boyfriend. But it all ending the day he found out she was cheating on him with one of his best friends. Minseok had never been the same after that. He went through countless of girls the remainder of his high school years and the same could be said when he entered college. Anyone who knew him personally knew he only behaved this way because he was afraid of being hurt again. “Either them or me” became his motto and that phrase stuck with him. Even though you were aware of his selfish ways, that still never stopped you from crushing hard on him.

During school you would stare at him as he walked through the hallways, joking with friends and when you went over to Sooyoung’s house after school, you’d catch small glimpses of him as he walked from room to room. You cherished the tiny interactions you both shared but you knew, in order to protect yourself, you couldn’t get close to him. You were scared of becoming another name to check off his list and left with a broken heart. But what scared you the most was him discarding your feelings because you were friends with his sister. That he wouldn’t take you or your feelings for him serious.

You always use to think back on that night in his kitchen and wondered if he truly meant what he said. Yes it was what you wanted but, he also had alcohol in his system and probably wanted a quick lay. The thought almost crushed you but it had some truth to it. Minseok never really had a conversation with you so what was so special about you that night that made him want to kiss you? ‘Because he can sense an ‘easy girl’ a mile away.’ Your mind argued. ‘He could tell by the way you looked at him that it would be a simple task getting you to undress.’

You sighed to yourself at the possibility and tried not to let it get to you but you also couldn’t help the slight hurt you were feeling. Minseok continued to greet you when he saw you but never said more than that, not that you gave him a chance to. You’d smile and say “hi” back before walking away, leaving him standing there by himself. You knew he wasn’t looking for something serious and didn’t want to get yourself hurt by proving that fact.

~~~

The years had started to fly by and before you knew it, you had graduated high school and were now a junior at your university. You and Sooyoung still kept in contact and when you were home spending time with your family, you two would occasionally hangout. Breaks away from school, made you miss her even more especially since you both went to different colleges and you had to return without her. Since it was approaching the end of the semester before summer, you planned on spending a great deal at her parent’s house. It would be how it was when you both were in high school and the thought made you smile. There was so much you wanted to plan for the two of you now that you had the time.

When the last day of school finally came, you said goodbye to all the friends you had made throughout the year, packed your car full of your belongings, and drove for hours until you made it home. Your parents were happy to see you and so were your siblings. After unloading all your things, you went out to dinner with your family to celebrate your homecoming. Dinner was nice but what you couldn’t wait for was to spend time with your best friend. She had already sent you a text, inviting you out for the night on the town to which you had accepted. It’s been months and you couldn’t wait to see her.

When you returned home, her car was already parked outside, waiting for you. Without thinking, you jumped out of your parent’s car before it came to a complete stop and ran to Sooyoung, embracing her. She held you back just as tightly, screaming in your ear. Once the door was open, you both raced to your room so she could help you pick out an outfit for the night. You wanted to make sure you were looking good because you planned on cutting loose and going wild.

An hour later, you both stood in front of the mirror, snapping over a dozen pictures of your outfits. You said goodbye to your parents before leaving out the door and in the car heading to your first destination. Feeling really excited, you and Sooyoung danced in the entire car ride to the club, where you both spent majority of your time before going to another. You had fun dancing, drinking, and meeting new people, saving a few numbers from guys you had met throughout the course of the night.

It was around two thirty when you both made it back to Sooyoung’s parent’s house. In a fit of giggles, you both tried to muffle the noises you made and quiet sneak to her room without waking up her parents. You borrowed a shirt from her and undressed down into your panties, discussing all that happening while you were out. You guessed Sooyoung was a lot more tired than you were because the moment her head hit the pillow, her eyes closed. Before getting into bed with her, you quietly snuck out of her room and down the stairs to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Drinking nothing but liquor had left you feeling a bit parch and your mouth a little dry.

You stood in the dark, gulping down the cold liquid before refilling the glass and doing it again. When you were done, you placed the glass in the sink and headed back up stairs but along the way, you hit something warm and hard. Knowing it was a figure in the dark, you let out squeal before a hand came over your mouth in an attempt to quiet you down before you woke up the house. Scared that it might be a burglar, you continued to scream out but the hand only tightened and you were suddenly held in place.

“Y/n, calm down before wake the entire neighborhood.” A deep voice whispered in your ear. The moment your mind quickly recognized who the voice belonged to, you shut up turning around to face him.

“Minseok, is that you?” You mumbled into his palm.

“Who else would it be? The boogeyman?” You could tell by his tone that he had a smile on his face. He really found the situation funny while you were scared half to death, worried that a stranger was there to hurt you all.

“I... I just didn’t know you were home.”

“Where else would I be? I’ve been home before your semester even ended.” Once again you could detect the humor in his smug voice.

It was then; you realized that Minseok’s body was pressed against your backside. You could tell by the distinct outline of his chest that he wasn’t wearing a shirt. And like it did a long time ago, your heart quickened in your chest knowing that he was near. Feeling a slight tremble of your body, Minseok sighed and stepped away from you.

“You’ve got to be kidding me, y/n. Don’t tell me you’re still afraid of me.” He whispered.

You shook your head before realizing, he couldn’t see it. “No, I’m not scared of you, Minseok. You just surprised me, that’s all.” You thought it over before adding. “There’s nothing about you to be scared of.”

There was a pregnant pause in the room before he responded and just like a few minutes ago, he was standing behind you again. “Are you sure about that?” He whispered in your ear.

“Positive.” You stated more confidently. Your days away at college allowed you to get comfortable with the opposite sex and you could definitely say that you’ve learned a few things. The nervous little girl that he knew in high school was long gone and though he didn’t know it yet, you stood before him a more experienced woman.

“I guess we’ll just have to test that out, won’t we?”

You felt his hands along the sides of your thighs, slowly trace up, feeling on your body. Your eyes closed at the feeling and although you knew you shouldn’t, you’d allowed him to touch you. This was your high school fantasy and a part of you wanted to see if he lived up to your expectations. By now, his hands had traveled up your stomach and were now cupping your breasts through your shirt. Both of his index fingers teased your nipples until their imprint poked through the fabric. Without knowing it, you had pressed your ass against his groin, slowly grinding back on it. Minseok let out a breathily sigh, moving his hands to go under your shirt. Your stomach tightened at the feeling of his warm hands touching your bare skin. Once again, he found your nipples and this time, he rotated and massaged the small nubs between fingers. You placed your hand on top of his, following along each movement.

You couldn’t help the wetness that coated your underwear. The entire situation was thrilling because you were doing something you shouldn’t and the chance of being caught was somewhat high. Here you were, barely dressed, standing in your best friend’s parent’s kitchen letting her brother feel you up and their parent’s bedroom door was only a couple feet away.

“Shit...” you breathed out when one of his hands left your breasts and slid down into your panties. In order for him to move his hand freely, you spread your legs apart to allow him free will over your lower region. His fingers slowly rubbed your clit before sliding down to your entrance. Minseok let out a low growl, taking the flap of your ear into his mouth and nibbling on it.

“No wonder you claim you aren’t afraid of me. Is it because whenever you see me, your panties suddenly get wet? Is that it? Is this what you wanted me to do to you all along?” While he groaned into your ear, his fingers teased your pussy lips, gathering up your arousal to spread on your clit. One of your hands moved to grab his dark locks, slowly running your fingers through his silky strains. “I knew you had the hots for me, bunny. You are my bunny, aren’t you?”

Minseok’s index and middle fingers torturously rubbed your clit and you couldn’t do a thing except moan out. His other hand quickly covered your mouth, muffling your voice.

“You have to be quiet for me, bunny. Otherwise we get busted by my parents and you don’t want that, do you?” You shook your head. “Good, because it would hurt them to know that the sweet girl they’ve grown to know isn’t so innocent and I’ve come to prove that.”

Without warning, Minseok plunging two fingers into your pussy letting your lips rest against his knuckles. Your legs buckled as your muffled cries were caught in his palm. Feeling your walls contract, he slowly twisted his fingers until you had adjusted before fucking you on them. You lifted your leg in the air and your arm looped under it for support, giving him better access. Every thrust his fingers gave you, your ass would ground harder against his crotch, bringing his cock to life.

But after a few minutes, Minseok grew frustrated by your clothes, which acted as thin barriers getting in his way. You moaned a sigh of protest when his hand slipped out of your panties but your stomach soon tightened when you realized that the same hand was trying to take them off. Once your panties hit your ankles, you stepped out of them and Minseok was reaching down to retrieve them, hiding them in his sweatpants pocket.

He turned your body around and quickly attacked your lips in a heated kiss. Right away his tongue invaded your mouth, coaxing yours to join him and you were trying like hell to keep up. He was being so rugged which let you know two things. One, he wasn’t going to be like any of the other guys you’ve been with and two, you were both in for a long night.

Wanting to show Minseok that you were fully capable of handling him sexually, you broke away to kiss a trail down his neck to his chest and further down his chiseled abs. You squatted in front of him, letting your back rest against the smooth surface of the kitchen cabinet. Your hand reached up to rub his bulge, feeling how thick and heavy he was. Without waiting a second longer, you pulled down his waistband and heard the slapping sound of his cock hitting his stomach. You held him firm in your hand, bringing your face closer and although you couldn’t see how his cock looked, you relied on your other three senses to envision it.

Your tongue softly licked up the head of his penis, tasting his precum as it seeped onto your tiny taste buds. You circled the tip before enclosing your mouth around him. Wasting no time, you got to work bobbing your head back and forth, taking him deeper inside. Minseok’s hands were placed on either side of your head, controlling how much you took in and how fast. Your tongue glided along the shaft, feeling and memorizing the veins that decorated his organ. You moaned in delight, wanting to taste more but then you became eager to get him to cum. One of your hands held onto his thigh while your other hand stroked him with moderate speed.

“Shit, bunny. I didn’t think someone as quiet as you would be quite the cocksucker.” Minseok teased as a moan slipped from his lips. “Open your mouth wide for me and stick out your tongue.”

Doing as you were told, you removed your hand and use it as leverage to brace yourself for what was about to come. Holding your head still, Minseok buckled his hips forward, sinking his cock down your throat. As he groaned out, you gagged at the feeling, your eyes immediately watering. Both of you remained stilled in place for a moment until his hips slowly rocked to a steady rhythm. As he got himself off in your throat, your hand wandered between your legs to focus on relieving some of the pressure that built up. Minseok’s thrusts had increased and every so often, he’d burry himself deep in your esophagus.

You two were so caught up in lust that the sound of a toilet flushing in his parent’s room surprised the both of you. Minseok pulled out of your throat allowing you to catch your breath. He lifted you to your feet and was in the process of removing your shirt but you stopped him.

“Wait, not here.” You whispered to him. Now that someone in the house was up, you didn’t want to risk getting caught, no matter how daring you wanted to be.

Using his body, he pressed yours against the kitchen counter and leaned his face in to kiss your lips again. His hands grabbed at the back of your thighs, lifting up to wrap your legs around his waist. Minseok carried you through the house, up the stairs passed Sooyoung’s open door, and into his bedroom shutting his door behind him. Not once did the passionate kiss end but the moment you both fell onto his bed, the focus turned to undressing. He pulled the shirt over your head and tossed it to the floor while he stood to remove his pants. His hand ran up and down your folds to see if you were ready for him.

Minseok climbed onto his large mattress, pushed your legs apart, and held onto them at the knees. You both watched as he slowly eased his cock, inch by inch, into your tight pussy. You moaned out, throwing your head back at the feeling. Knowing that this was the guy you’ve been longing to fuck, only added to the intensity. Your body was hot with excitement that you were sure you would pass out if you didn’t calm your racing heart. Once the base of his cock was pressed against your lower lips, he pulled out until only the head remained and slammed up into you. You moaned out loud but quickly put your hands over your mouth to conceal the sound. Sooyoung was asleep in the next room and you definitely didn’t want to wake her. Minseok watched as your breasts jump with each thrust. He was mesmerized by the sight and couldn’t take his eyes off of you. Everything about you was just so perfect but you looked even better with his dick stuffed deep inside you.

Hitting a particular spot, you cried out to him, begging for more. Minseok slightly rotated your body and moved one of your legs so that he straddled it. He held your other leg up in the air and at this position, he felt even deeper inside of you. Whimpers escaped from your lips the moment he started bouncing you on his cock. You reached out to grab hold of his bedspread, to keep from sliding across the bed. As Minseok practically fed your body his cock, you were trying to focus on staying quiet. If you had bit down on your lip any harder, you were sure you’d draw blood. Minseok watched you struggle to stay in control, and loved every minute of it. You two looked so good together that he honestly didn’t want this moment to end. He figured that you would try to leave once you both came so he planned to stall you for as long as he needed. A couple minutes had passed and your bodies were dripping with sweat as you both chased after your orgasms. But it didn’t take you too long because within seconds you froze in place and quickly grabbed one of his pillows to mask your screams as you came. Minseok felt your muscles spazz around him and unloaded his nut inside your walls.

The room was quiet as you both remained frozen in place. The only sound that could be heard was Minseok’s heavy breathing. You moved the pillow off your face to look up at him. He flipped his hair out of his face as the light casted a shadow on his glistening abdomen. You groaned, falling back against the mattress. When Minseok finally pulled out, he did the same, lying down right next to you. Minutes had passed by and still no one said a word until you did first.

“I can’t believe I just did that.”

Minseok turned to look at you. “You make it sound like we did something bad. I don’t regret what we did.”

You sat up and sighed. “It’s not about that. I wanted to sleep with you just as bad, it’s just that I can’t believe I did this behind Sooyoung’s back.” Your conscience was eating at you over your actions but there was something you still had to know. “Hey, Minseok, do you remember that night we kissed?”

A smile suddenly spread across his face. “Of course I do.”

“When you told me that you think about me a lot, did you really mean it? And if you did, what was so special about me? I mean, you had already been with many girls, what was so special about me?”

“Hmm,” he hummed, turning his gaze towards the ceiling. “I became interested in you after the first couple days of us meeting. I thought about you all the time when I was alone. You just seemed different and natural. There were plenty of times I’ve seen you interact with Sooyoung and you just seem happy. I like women who are comfortable being themselves. It makes it easy to be around them because I know they’re genuine and sincere. But with you, I didn’t know how to approach you due to the fact that you are loyal to Sooyoung. I didn’t want you to think that I was weird or only wanted you for sex because to me, it’s much deeper than that. That night when we kiss, I was speaking truthfully but I was also acting out of jealousy.”

Your eyes widen. “Really? Jealous of what?”

“Sooyoung told me that you were interested in Jongdae. It was a surprise to me because I thought you had feelings for me. When I saw him at the party that night, I became filled with jealousy at the thought of him having a chance to be with you. So when I saw you in the kitchen, I just reacted and kissed you.”

“Minseok, I not interested in Jongdae, I never was. I just told Sooyoung that because I didn’t want her to know that I was in love with you.”

Minseok suddenly sat up and kissed you. This kiss was different from the previous ones you both shared. It was as if he was transferring his love to you. When he pulled away, he just stared into your eyes.

“Then what’s stopping us from being together?” You were the first to look away, bringing your knees up to your chest and resting your head on them.

“A couple reasons. There’s Sooyoung, who isn’t even aware of my feelings for you and I don’t want to hurt her. And then there is us. We live two different lives and even if I wanted to say yes, we both go to different universities. How would we make it work with the distances between us? I don’t want to be your ‘break from school’ girlfriend because I deserve better than that.”

All Minseok could do was nod his head. Although he was hurt by the rejection, he understood what you were saying. Until you both finished school and finally told Sooyoung the truth between the two of you, you couldn’t be together. And as much as he wanted to be with you, he would hate to see a rift in the friendship with you and his sister because of this. To get the girl of his dreams, he’d have to wait a little bit longer.

The two of you spent the remainder of the early morning, cuddling each other until you fell asleep in his arms. You awoke to his alarm going off as well as the blue lit sky of dawn. After cutting it off, Minseok continued to sleep and you used this as your chance to escape back into Sooyoung’s room. You climbed into her bed, letting your thoughts invade your mind before dozing off again.

She woke you a couple hours later to eat breakfast with her family and even though you were exhausted from your extra late night activities, you joined them. Playing the roles perfectly, you and Minseok didn’t speak one word to each other except for the simple morning greeting. Neither one of you made eye contact with each other and it stung that you had to once again hide your feelings and act as if everything was okay.

You ended up spending the next couple weeks with your family. Occasionally, spending time with Sooyoung but not spending the night at her place. It’s not like you were avoiding her but more so avoiding Minseok. After your talk with him that night, your feelings from high school came back ten times stronger. You wanted nothing more than to drive to their house confess your love for him and be with him, but the timing just wasn’t right. Secretly, you hope that you didn’t blow your chance rejecting him.

After a month had passed and when you were able to control your feelings, you began to spend time with Sooyoung at her parent’s home again. You were a bit relieved to know that Minseok was spending a couple days with friends and wouldn’t be home. It gave you a break from your thoughts to enjoy the time spent with your best friend, focusing only on her. After doing various sets of activities over the next two days, you both were exhausted and planned on doing some simple shopping the next day.

That morning, you ended up waking up earlier than you wanted to. Sooyoung was still asleep but the sun was already shining in the sky. It was a beautiful day and you didn’t want to waste a second of it. You dressed in simple sweats and went for a morning walk. By the time you returned, their parents were gone for the day and Sooyoung was still in the bed. You immediately went to pull the blanket off of her.

“Wake up, Sooyoung! I refuse to let you sleep today away. Besides, I thought we were going shopping?”

She groaned out, pulling blanket from your hands and throwing it over her head. “Give me a few more minutes. I promise... I’ll wake up... soon.”

You smiled and shook your head, undressing to join her in bed. You played on your phone a bit before you gave way to the sleep you didn’t know you needed.

“Mmm...”

You shifted a little but continued to sleep. After awhile, your lips parted and out came a heavy breath. Once again you shifted but your eyes remained closed. You moved the blanket from your upper body, feeling the sudden change in temperature. Your hips slowly began to roll; all the while your breathing began to increase. The more you were being pulled from your dream state, the more you felt it and wanted to feel more.

Your eyes suddenly shot open and you looked down at the large lump under the comforter. You bit your lip, trying to swallow back a moan as something warm and wet torturously rubbed over your clit. Your eyes shut momentarily before you open them and pulled back the remainder of the blanket to confirm your thoughts.

Dark eyes stared back as his lips wrapped around your tiny bundle of nerves sucking it into his mouth. Your head fell back and you release the moan you had been holding in.

“Fuck, Minseok. What... what are you doing?” You breathed out. He gave your pussy a few long licks before speaking.

“I’m just returning the favor from our last encounter.” He briefly licked your clit then continued. “I came home and found my bunny peacefully sleeping and wanted to give her a little surprise.”

“But Sooyoung -“

“Is in the bathroom.” He interrupted. You looked towards her bathroom door and could hear the slight sound of the shower running.

“What if she comes out?”

A sadistic smirk appeared on his face. “Then you had better cum before she does because I’m not stopping until you do.”

With that said, Minseok went back to eating your pussy, rolling his tongue in between you outer lips. While it searched around, the movement of his lips sucked anything nearby, inside his mouth. He already had you naked from the waist down, your discarded panties were somewhere around the room. Minseok looped his arms around your thighs, dragging you onto his mouth and holding you down in place. Your hands found his hair and gripped it between your fingers. It felt so good that you ground your hips against his mouth, not wanting the delicious feeling to end. Minseok’s mouth dug further into your pussy lips. His tongue circularly moving about, collecting your juices as it escaped your entrance. You couldn’t help the string of moans that flowed from your mouth and Minseok didn’t want them to stop. It was like music to his ears and gave him more motivation to make you cum.

“You make such beautiful sounds, bunny.” He teased looking up at you but you could only nod your head.

Occasionally, your mind pulled your focus to the bathroom door, making sure Sooyoung wouldn’t open it any time soon. But when two of Minseok’s fingers entered your pussy, you damn near lost it. He slowly fucked you on them while his mouth went back to playing with your clit. You cried out to him, gripping his hair tighter. The tingling sensation at the pit of your stomach was beginning to intensify. The movement of his fingers increased and so did the flicks to your clit.

“Shit!” You squealed out, grinding your pussy to his ministrations until you came.

Minseok removed his hand and cleaned you up using just his tongue, your body trembling as he licked over sensitive areas. You lied back against the bed, feeling more relaxed than before.

When he finished cleaning you up, you watched him bring his fingers that was just inside your pussy to his lips sucking off the remaining nectar. Minseok climbed onto the mattress, crawling upward until he was positioned on top of you. Right away your lips connected with his, sharing the taste of you. The kiss continued on even when you both heard the shower shut off. Minseok slid his arms around your waist, lifting you up towards his body, where your legs wrapped around him, and casually carrying you out of Sooyoung’s room and into his. He kicked his bedroom door closed and carried you into his bathroom where he turned on the shower and stepped inside. Neither one of you seemed to care that you both still had clothes on. Although you were just wearing a shirt, Minseok was fully dressed.

The kiss ended momentarily to do just that. With your back pressed against the cold tile interior, Minseok undressed first before pulling your shirt over your head. He grasped his hard cock in his hand and brought it towards your opening, slowly sliding you down on it. You both moaned out in unison as his hips started thrusting upward. You held him tight in your arms, running you hands along his wet skin and hair. Minseok kissed and sucked on your neck, making sure not to leave any marks you couldn’t explain. You realized that once again, you were crossing forbidden territory but it felt so good. You were so caught up in lust that you almost missed Sooyoung’s voice calling out to you. Minseok quickly covered your lips with his own to disguise your moans and it wasn’t long before there was a knock at his bathroom door.

“Minseok is that you in there?” Sooyoung called out. He brought his index finger up to his lips to signal you to be quiet. You nodded, letting him know that you understood.

“Yeah, it’s me. What do you want?” He answered back.

“I was just looking for y/n.” You both locked eyes, the corner of his mouth curled up into a smirk.

“I don’t know where she is.”

It was quiet and you both assumed that she walked away. Minseok returned his focus to getting you both off and began in his speed, bouncing you hard on his cock. Your head hit the wall behind you as you let your body slip into that feeling of euphoria. After cumming once already, you weren’t going to last much longer. Rotating your hips added to the pleasure and gave your clit that final contact that made you cum. Minseok had to hold you up as you fell limp in his arms. A couple thrust later, he flooded your walls with his sperm, letting a few droplets escape and evaporate into the water.

You stayed locked in his embrace until the feeling came back into your body and you made the first move. Tossing the wet hair from his face, you stared into his eyes before softly kissing his lips. Minseok finally pulled out and lowered you to the floor.

“Why did you do that especially knowing that Sooyoung was around?” You questioned him.

“Just because we can’t be with each other romantically, doesn’t mean we can’t have each other physically.”

Your pussy quivered at the idea, causing you smiled and shake your head. This situation was crazy as it is but you would just have to see how it would play out. After washing away all the traces of your love making, you left Minseok’s room and quickly dressed before going to find Sooyoung. By now, she was in the kitchen looking for something to eat and when she saw you, she gave you a disbelieving look.

“And where the hell have you been?”

Thinking quick on your toes, you answered. “Since your ass was taking forever in the shower, I went to use your parent’s bathroom.”

Sounding plausible enough, Sooyoung dropped the subject and you both talked about something else. Not too long after, Minseok appeared and stood next to you. You watched and laughed as brother and sister share a brief quarrel and while Sooyoung focus was on something else, he whispered to you.

“I hope you’re not too sore.”

You smiled, challenging his statement. “Not even close.”

“Good, because I’ve got a lot more planned for us this summer.”

Your eyes widen as you watched Minseok confidently walk away. He went to the fridge to grab a coke before disappearing out of view. You let his words marinate in your head. You didn’t know exactly what his plans entailed but all you knew was that this was going to be one hell of a long summer.

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