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serendipityseulgi · 4 years ago

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8 Ways of Love;

— park seonghwa

according to the ancient greeks, there are eight different types of love. here is:

･*:༅｡ the one known as pragma, the enduring love.

aka, the kind of love that matures and develops over a long period of time, and somewhat rare to find.

8 ways of love series; version i

A love story that shows the progression of yours and seongwha’s relationship from the moment you two become friends, to lovers, to exes, and everything else in between.

love catalyst: the subconscious.

At the age of six years old you declare Park Seonghwa to be your boyfriend, solidifying your “relationship” with a hug.

“Eww, y/n, you have cooties!” your best friend barks, pushing you off him.

“Wha- hey no I don’t!” you squeak.

“Yes you do because Mingi told all the boys not to touch the girls because they have a disease and it’s going to eat our bodies alive!” he practically screeches getting up from the sandbox about to walk away from you.

“Seonghwaaa he’s lying!” you whine out and he huffs turning around to face you.

“Well all the other boys are listening to him so he has to be right.”

“Well I touched you yesterday when we were playing tag and you’re fine!” you defend. “And if all girls have cooties then how come your mommy still hugs and kisses you goodbye in the morning? Wouldn’t you be dead now?”

Even at the age of 6 you were the biggest smartass Seonghwa knew.

After a moment of deliberation, he sighs. “Okay fine, you’re right.” your friend huffs.

“So are you gonna back so we can play again?” you ask, arms crossed over your little body.

Seonghwa nods before grabbing onto your hand to drag you back into the sandbox.

The two of you return to making your sandcastle and it’s only a mere two minutes later does your friend speak up.“Am I actually your boyfriend now?” he asks suddenly and you whip your head towards him.

“Well I hugged you so yeah.” you roll your eyes at him and his soft little laugh makes your tiny heart jump.

Within the next week you two forget you’re “boyfriend-and-girlfriend” and go back to being the best friends you’ve always been, playing in the sandbox after school, watching cartoons at your house, and never missing a single dinner together while your parents listen to the two of you talk your little heads off.

For the record, there wasn’t much of a difference in your so-called relationship and your friendship in the first place when you were just six years old.

At thirteen years old, your best friend confesses he likes you.

“Okay I know this is weird because, I should see you as like, a sister or something, I don’t know!” Seonghwa rants, pacing back and forth in your bedroom as you watch him frantically explain the way he feels about you.

“You know what I mean though? You’re like, practically family to me! Right? Right...” you figure he’s talking more to himself than to you as he asks himself questions that he’s quick to answer to. “Like you’re probably gonna think I’m weird or something, but you are my best friend and I don’t want it to be weird-”

“Seonghwa for the love of god can you just get to your point.” you interrupt impatiently.

“I like you okay?” he says quietly, avoiding all eye contact with you.

His heart is beating so fast he feels like it’s actually going to rip right through his chest. He’s never been nervous around you ever. You’re his best friend, and you have been since you were 5 years old, and he doesn’t know why he suddenly feels like you’re the only girl he wants in his life.

When he hears you laughing at him his heart drops to his stomach and he braces himself for the upcoming rejection.

“Can you come sit next to me.” you ask, gesturing to the empty spot on your bed.

Seonghwa complies, yet his anxiety is rising by the second. He has never been so nervous in all the thirteen years he’s been alive. He almost wants to vomit as his stomach churns at the thought of you telling him you didn’t feel the same way.

“You’re rejecting me aren’t you...” he sighs, plopping down onto the spot next to you.

You shake your head with a smile. “No idiot, I like you too. Obviously.” you roll your eyes at him.

“Wait, what? Seriously??” he almost goes into shock. “Are you joking?”

“I mean, I thought it was pretty obvious.” you shrug. “I was throwing subtle signs at you for the longest time.”

“Like what?!”

“Like the time I kept pestering you to take me to the Valentine’s Day dance, and when I made you hold my hand during that scary movie when you know I never get scared of horror films. Oh, and the time you kept badgering me about why I rejected Hongjoong for no good reason. I kept telling you that you were the only guy I needed in my life and you were too oblivious to realize I didn’t mean it in the friend way anymore.” you chuckle.

“Oh... Oh,” Seonghwa realizes. “I really am oblivious then.”

“It’s okay, I already knew you liked me back anyways.” you smirk at him, grabbing your remote off the bedside table.

You flip the TV on as you feel Seonghwa’s heavy gaze on you. “So does this mean you’re my girlfriend?” he asks you and you pause.

“I mean technically we never broke up when we were six so you’re basically just re-asking me out.” you tease, pulling the blankets on both your bodies as you settle on a show to watch.

“Oh god, you still remember that?”

Of course you do.

“Obviously, how could I forget you screaming to the entire park that I had cooties.”

He laughs at that and you can’t help but smile widely hearing him. You both lay comfortably next to one another, watching intently at the show in front of you, yet both your minds were racing at the fact that officially, you could say you were boyfriend and girlfriend.

“So when did you start liking me?” he asks you.

“Honestly, I think I always did.” you answer truthfully. “But, like actually realizing my feelings for you?” you pause for a moment to think. “I think it was when you got really sick that one time and your parents were away for a business trip, and my mom made me drop off soup to your house. And I was only supposed to drop off the soup but I took care of you because even when you were all snotty and gross and barely awake to hang out with me, I kinda just realized I’d rather spend my time with you doing that than anywhere else.”

His eyes soften at you. “Aww.”

“Buuut then before that, there was also that time that Ashley told you she liked you and I got super jealous and I was actually going to shove her into a brick wall, so ...I kinda just figured...” you add.

“Way to ruin a sappy moment, moron.” Seonghwa playfully shoves you and you laugh.

You cuddle up next to him returning your attention back to the show in front of you. Only a few minutes pass before Seonghwa speaks up again, and his question catches you off guard.

“What if we break up... like eventually?”

You think about it for a second. “Then we go back to being best friends.”

“That easy?”

“That easy.” you nod.

“For the record though, I don’t ever want there to be a time where I don’t like you. I hope there isn’t.” he says.

“I hope there isn’t either.” you assure, and just like that, you two go back to watching tv.

You’ve always had a soft spot for Seonghwa so it never came as a surprise to you, or anybody for that matter when you figured out you had a little crush on your best friend.

In a hypothetical situation, if somewhere along the way your feelings ever started to fade, you still couldn’t picture a life where he wasn’t right beside you no matter what. He was your person, and he has been since you two were five. There was nobody in this world that could replace the bond you had with him.

Even at the age of thirteen, you knew you wanted Seonghwa to be there for the rest of your life.

At the age of fourteen and a half, you and Seonghwa have your first ever fight where he conveniently declares that he loves you for the first time.

seonghwa <3; received 4:24 pm

y/n can u not be like this and talk to me :(

plsssssss

i’m sorry

can u let me come over and talk to u

Your phone continues to buzz as you stare at it beside you, rolling your eyes at his insistent messaging.

You try your best to ignore it but the continuous beeping irritates you to no end.

you; delivered 4:26 pm

i’m mad at u.

seonghwa <3; received 4:26 pm

you; delivered 4:27 pm

can u like do smth with ur life instead of bothering me

seonghwa <3; received 4:27 pm

ouch.

Okay, you admit. That one was a low blow and for a second you almost feel bad until you’re reminded of the fact that you were still royally pissed at him.

you; delivered 4:28 pm

ur actually annoying

seonghwa <3; received 4:28 pm

ya ik i am

but yk what i’m not

someone who is going to do nothing about their gf being mad at them

so open ur window bc im climbing up so i can apologize

stop being a meanie and let me say sorry

Despite how mad you still are, your heart can’t help but skip a beat reading his messages. No matter how hard you wanted to stay angry at him and tell him to go away, you knew you wouldn’t be able to resist him even if you tried. Seonghwa was charming like that, always managing to sweet talk you in every way.

You crack open your window and see his tuft of black hair climbing up your ladder. As he hops into your bedroom you fold your arms across your chest, not daring to say a word to him until he speaks first.

“Look, I’m sorry for being an ass earlier.” Seonghwa apologizes, and all you do is look at him. He sighs before continuing. “I was just having a bad day and took it out on you and I shouldn’t have blown up on you during class. I get it. Dick move.”

“But then you had to go and talk to Ashley about it?” you added. “That was like the worst part of it! Do you trust her more than me or something?”

“What? No! Of course not!” he panics.

“You, and everyone else and their mother knows she’s like obsessed with you!” you shout in frustration. “She’s liked you for so long, do you know how stupid you made me look running off to her knowing how she feels about you?!”

“That wasn’t my intention-”

“Were you trying to make me mad?”

“No, y/n.”

“Did you do it to make me jealous?”

“No!”

“So why Seonghwa, did you have to go and vent to her after you yelled at me in front of everyone when all I did was try to help?”

“I don’t know, okay!”

“I just don’t understand why me of all people you had to take it out on. When all i’ve literally done for you for like the last ten freaking years of us being friends was listen to you when you had a bad day or try to cheer you up when you were down! Never once when I was feeling crappy did I take that out on you. Never.” you explain with a heavy sigh.

“I’m sorry.” he doesn’t know what else to say because he knows he’s in the wrong.

“Do you like her or something?” your voice is quiet and the hurt is evident. “Cause if you do just tell me.”

Seonghwa is quick to shut you down as he pulls you into his arms.

“No, no, no. Y/n, I don’t like her. I don’t. Please believe me.” he begs. “Look, I don’t know why I went to her when I should’ve gone to you. I couldn’t even begin to explain what was going through my head at that point because I don’t know. But I love you, okay? I would never, ever like Ashley.”

Your eyes widen and you pull away from him. “W-what did you just say?”

“I... um...” Seonghwa starts to fumble over his words because he didn’t exactly intend to tell you, but it sort of just came out and now he’s starting to panic.

“Do you mean it?” you ask.

He just nods, a little embarrassed at his sudden declaration.

“I love you too.” you say softly, and he relaxes.

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

"I’m really sorry, y/n.” he pulls you close to him, burying his face into your hair as he hugs you tightly.

“I’m sorry too.” you murmur against him.

“I hate fighting with you.” he mumbles.

“Me too.”

“I promise I’ll never take my anger out on you again. And I’ll never talk to Ashley again. And I’ll literally do whatever you want me to if it means you won’t stay mad at me because I don’t like it when you’re mad at me, and I hate making you sad.” he rambles and you let out a small chuckle.

“Just come lay down and watch Friends with me.”

“Okay.”

And you ultimately forget that you’re mad at Seonghwa because you decide that you can’t really stay mad at him after he tells you that he loves you. And although all is forgiven, he still decides to grovel for the next week as a reassurance that he really meant his apology.

So at fourteen years old, you have your first, and last fight with him.

At the age of sixteen, you celebrate your three year anniversary with Seonghwa, and decide you were ready to lose your virginity to him.

“Okay I know you said that the expensive dinner date was enough of a present for you, but you know me and always overdoing it....” he says behind you as you hear the crinkling of a bag behind you.

“Seonghwa...”

“Trust me, babe. You’re gonna love it.” he assures as he walks over to you.

Your eyes instantly fall onto the small red velvet box in his hands and your mouth falls open.

“This was expensive wasn’t it?” you pry and he shrugs.

“Maybe, but I was saving up for it for a while now.” he responds, sitting next to you as he hands you the box.

“I always feel bad every time you spend money on me.” you sigh as your fingers smooth over the velvet.

“I know but it was worth it, trust me. Open it.” Seonghwa urges.

You pull apart the bow and lift up the lid, your eyes widening in awe at the shiny ring placed inside. You lift it out gently noticing the small engraving on the inner part of the band, with both your initials and a small ‘i love you 4ever’ written underneath.

“Oh my god,” you utter. “I love it.” you place the ring on your finger.

“Good because I have a matching one too.” your boyfriend grins at you as he pulls out another box lined with a silver band with that very same engraving.

You pull him in for a hug as he wraps his arms around you instinctively and all you can feel right now is an overload of gratitude for him.

“I actually love you so much.” you say, pulling his face towards you to press soft kisses all over his face.

“Yeah, I know I’m the best,” Seongwha chuckles. “But I love you too baby.”

Your lips mould together perfectly, the kiss slow and soft at first. His hands wrap around your waist and your mouth moves gently against his. But soon enough you’re clinging to him and his body is pressed against yours, the kiss growing more needy and intense.

You knew when things started to get heavy he would stop the both of you from going further, never wanting to push you to discomfort. The furthest you had gone with one another was only third base, but it never went further than that and Seonghwa always left that decision up to you if you wanted to take it there.

You figure if you don’t speak up now, he was going to cut this short, so it’s only then at this very moment do you decide you wanted him to be your first.

“Do you want to have sex?” you blurt out suddenly and you swear you’ve never seen your boyfriend’s eyes go so wide before.

He opens his mouth to speak but he can’t seem to find the right words to say. “I- um, wait, are you being for real?” he stutters. “I mean, I do want to, but, are you sure you want to?” he asks, still in disbelief from your question.

“Shit, sorry I know that was really sudden to ask, but I do want to.” you assure. “But only if you want to.”

“Of course I want to.” his eyes soften, and his hand finds yours in an instant delivering a comforting squeeze.

“Okay so come here and kiss me again please.” you say quietly.

And just like that, Seongwha’s soft lips land on yours once more. Without breaking apart he gently guides you to the head of his bed, laying you down underneath him as your bodies press up against each other.

You swear you can kiss Seongwha for hours and never grow tired of the feeling. You get drunk off his kisses, unable to think of anything else but him. It’s dizzying really, but you love it. You find that off all the things you love about him its his lips, and how impossibly soft they are and how familiar they feel against your own. How much comfort it would bring you, and how all you had to when you had a bad day was just kiss your boyfriend for however long he let you.

It felt like home.

His lips trailed lower to your neck, littering soft pecks across your skin. Quiet noises escape your lips and Seongwha can’t help but grind against your lower half. His hands travel across your body and the ache between your legs grows by the second, and the only thing you can think of is how much you love him, and need him.

Your mind kind of blurs because the next second you find yourself both naked and he’s fiddling in his drawer to find what you assumed to be a condom. He notices your curious stare as he opens his mouth to speak. “M-my dad told me to keep these in here,” Seongwha stutters. “He said to be prepared in case the time comes, and well, here’s the time I guess.” he laughs lightheartedly and the very sound makes your heart swell.

“Nice call on Papa Park I guess,” you joke and Seongwha chuckles.

He climbs over you and delivers another peck to your swollen lips. “Okay, no more mention of my dad please when I’m about to put my penis in you.”

“Sorry, sorry.” you chuckle nervously as your boyfriend pulls you in for another kiss.

"Okay, if it hurts tell me to stop and I will, alright?” his eyes stare deeply into your own.

You nod at him with a small smile, admiring what little of his face you could see in the darkness of his room. “I will, don’t worry.”

“Okay.” he sighs, positioning himself in front of you. “I love you.” he whispers against your lips.

“I love you more, baby.” you say to him before you feel him push himself inside you. You gasp at the feeling and he stills in his spot to let you adjust.

And once you signal that it’s okay for him to move, he does at a slow pace, and you gasp at the intense pleasure. Even though the pain has subsided his thrusts are still slow and controlled, and you don’t know if it’s because he’s afraid to hurt you, or if he just wants to revel in the feeling of you around him. Either way your heart fills with love for this one boy.

“I love you so much, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, you know that?” he whispers in your ear and your eyes shut at his words and the newfound feeling you would grow to love. “and thank you for trusting me right now...” his breathing grows heavy. “because I would do anything for you, and I just want you to know that, okay?”

You almost feel like you could cry because above all the pleasure that you’re experiencing right now, his words feel different, more intimate, and all the more meaningful to you.

And you believe every word he says because you know he truly means it.

“I would do anything for you too.” you repeat his words back to him and he buries his face into your neck as he continues to thrust into you.

So at sixteen years old, you have your first time with the love of your life. And you tell yourself that no matter what happens between the both of you, you were never going to regret giving that part of yourself to him.

At the age of eighteen years old, you do the unthinkable.

You decide after a long and heavy conversation, you two were going to break up. You were both set to leave town to pursue your studies at your dream schools, and you felt that parting ways at this point was the better option.

While you two could figure out a way to make things work while half way across the world from each other, you had to take into account all the factors that would drive you two apart. The time difference, the long distance, the fact that you were inevitably going to meet new people, and that you simply did not want to hold each other back from experiencing a life without one another.

Because all you’ve known almost your entire life was being with Seonghwa, and him with you. You knew it was only fair to give each other the chance to explore something new, and now was that time.

It wasn’t an easy decision by any means, and although it was an amicable split, you’ve never felt the pain of a broken heart before. It hurt really bad.

Your friends and family decide to throw you both one last goodbye party, wanting to celebrate this special milestone with you. And of course there was no way you and Seonghwa could pass up the last good night you two would have together as a couple.

The party was fun at first. The dancing, the singing, the laughing, and the endless exchange of pictures as you guys shared the last few memories you would have as high school graduates.

But as the night started to creep in, you both realized that in less than 24 hours, you two would no longer be attached to one another like you had been for the last thirteen years. And after five years as a couple, you still couldn’t believe that your relationship would come to an end, just like that.

You hear the faint music in the background of your house, as you and Seonghwa sit in your backyard, gazing up at the stars.

“This fucking sucks.” Seonghwa sighs, resting his head on your shoulder as you lean your head on top of his.

“I know.” your throat burns, suppressing the urge to cry.

“I just didn’t expect this day to come. I never thought we would actually break up with each other.” he admits, and you nod your head in agreement.

You grab onto his hand rubbing comforting circles onto his skin, and you feel Seonghwa’s body start to shake next to you. You don’t want to look at him because you know if you see him cry, you’ll cry too.

You close your eyes trying to control your heavy breathing and the quivering of your lips. Your eyes are watering but you refuse to let your tears slip, and your heart hurts like it’s never hurt before, and you don’t know if the pain will ever go away.

“Seonghwa I really love you.” your voice breaks and you finally let the tears fall.

“I know, baby.” the pet name has always affected you, but now more than ever it tugs at your heart strings in a bittersweet way. “I really, really love you too. Always.”

“You know you’re the love of my life right? You’re always going to be.” you state and he delivers a squeeze to your hand in acknowledgement.

“And you’ll always be mine.” he answers back. “You’re my best friend in the whole world and the last five years with you as my girlfriend will forever be the greatest five years of my life. I will always stand by the fact that you are the best thing to ever happen to me.”

As you stare at one another with teary eyes, he knows you’re saying the same exact words to him. He doesn’t need to hear you say it, nor does he expect you to. Your eyes say more than enough to him.

You look down at the rose gold band around your finger and you realize how long you’ve kept it on, never once taking it off since that day Seonghwa gave it to you. “Do you want your ring back?” you utter, your eyes watering once more.

Seonghwa shakes his head. “Please keep it. Because I still mean it. And I always will. I’m gonna love you forever, y/n. Even if you decide to take it off, if that’s the last reminder you have of how much I love you, then please keep it.”

Your heart is hurting, and the tears seem never ending as they continue to fall down your cheeks. “I don’t want to leave you Seonghwa.” a sob escapes from your lips, and Seonghwa squeezes your hand again.

“I know, baby but you have to. You’re going to the school you’ve dreamed of going to since you were in the fourth grade. You’re going to accomplish so much and a build a great life for yourself, y/n. And even though I won’t be physically with you, I’m always going to support you every step of the way.” he assures.

You knew in a perfect world you two didn’t have to break up. But long distance was a bitch, and you moving across the world was never going to be easy on him. You couldn’t force each other to wait for the other. Not when the both of you had to start a whole new life separately. You had to let each other go.

You turn to face him, your teary eyes staring into his own. “I’ll always support you too, okay? No matter what. I want you to make the most of your time in Seoul, study hard, surround yourself with good people and have the most fun you’ve ever had. You’re gonna make so many friends and pursue the career you’ve always wanted and experience new things that you’ve never done before. And most of all, you’re going to meet a girl and love her just as much as you loved me. And you’re gonna fall in love all over again, and just be happy. Just promise me that you will make the most of your time over there and live your life to the fullest. Don’t look back, don’t wait for me. Just live until I get to see you again.” your voice breaks. “And if somehow we find our way back to one another, then just know everything we did up to that point was worth it.”

Seonghwa lets out a sob and nods. “I promise.” his voice breaks and you pull him in for your last goodbye kiss.

At nineteen, you visit your hometown for Christmas, which was the first time you’d be back in a year and a half.

Having missed out on the chance to visit last year with your busy schedule, you made sure not to pass up the chance to see your family and friends. The more you grew accustomed to your new home you managed to find a good balance between school, work, and your personal life, so you found that this year was finally a good time to return back for a visit.

And there was no better time to come home than for Christmas day.

“Yeah, just landed at our layover and waiting for the next flight.” you say to your mother over Facetime.

“That’s great honey, I’m so excited to see you.” she smiles at you and you return the gesture.

“I missed you mom.” you say.

“And I missed you even more.”

You two continue conversing amongst one another, as she filled you in on all things you missed while you were gone before a voice interrupts your conversation.

“Hey babe, here.” Juyeon says, handing you a coffee as he presses a small kiss to your forehead.

“Oh thank you.” you murmur with a small smile as your boyfriend sits down next to you.

“Oh hey miss y/l/n!” Juyeon greets seeing your mom’s face plastered on your screen.

“Juyeon!” she squeals excitedly. “I can’t wait to finally meet you in person instead of over video chat. It was about damn time.” she states and you and your boyfriend chuckle. You hand him your phone allowing them to talk with one another and you smile fondly at the newfound bond between Juyeon and your mother.

“I know, I can’t wait to meet all of you guys too! I know y/n’s been really excited, it was all she could talk about for the last three weeks.” he teases. “And she says you make really good pie so i am definitely looking forward to that.”

“That is such an understatement, I make the best pie.” she scoffs. “And I made one specifically for you.” your mother beams.

After a few minutes of playful banter exchanged, Juyeon hands your phone back to you. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom before we board, I’ll be back.” he excuses himself and you nod in acknowledgement.

“Oh y/n, I just thought I should mention Seonghwa and his family are coming over for Christmas dinner as well.” your mom says and the sheer mention of his name as your heart beating in your chest.

“Oh he’s back in town too?” you ask casually and she nods.

“Yup, he’s also bringing his girlfriend.” she adds.

“That’s great, I’m really happy for him.” you say with a smile.

And you meant it, truly.

You knew of his girlfriend from the few photos he posted of her on instagram, and he seemed genuinely happy. Aside from his newfound love, he was clearly enjoying his time in Seoul like you had hoped, and it was everything you wished for him.

You two hadn’t really spoken over the last year, and it wasn’t really on purpose, you two just kind of drifted, as expected. You two were starting fresh in an unfamiliar place, and you both were finding your way around your new homes. You two were also preoccupied with school, and meeting new people so it was sort of inevitably really that you two grew apart. Of course there were the few times you two would chat, but it never lasted long due to time differences and busy schedules.

Although you missed him immensely, you were beyond happy for the life he started for himself, and you knew he was happy for you too. He did exactly what he promised you the last night you spent together, and that was enough to make you happy.

“Flight 219 now boarding.” the announcer calls and Juyeon meets you right on time.

“Okay mom, that’s us. I’ll see you in a few hours, bye, love you.” you bid your farewell before hanging up, and Juyeon grabs your hand leading you to the gate.

“Ready to go home?” he smiles at you, and you beam excitedly, nodding your head.

As the days pass leading up to Christmas, you spend all of your of time with your family and friends, using every second to catch up with your loved ones. You find that Juyeon is adapting well to your home life, bonding with your father and making your mother love him even more than she already did. You introduce him to your childhood friends and he instantly wins over Mingi, Hongjoong, Yunho and Jennie. You admire how much of an effort he put into forming a friendship with them because he knew how much it meant to you.

You were thankful really, to find a guy who was almost perfect for you.

But still, in the back of your mind, even though you loved Juyeon beyond belief, you knew Seonghwa would always have that special place in your heart.

On the day of Christmas, you and Juyeon set the table as you await the Park’s arrival. You were slightly nervous, obviously, given the fact that you had not seen Seonghwa in over a year and you would be meeting his girlfriend. Although you were happy for him, you still felt anxious to see him and her, and you could only hope that she was good for him, because he deserved that much.

Only a few moments later do you hear a knock at your door and your mother walks over to greet your longtime neighbours. Juyeon stands next to you as he wraps an arm around your waist comfortingly and you relax against him.

You see Mrs. Park first as she walks inside, giving your mother a friendly hug. Mr. Park follows suit as he greets your mother and your father with a wide smile on his face.

And then you see him.

His hair is slightly darker and he does look a little older. But other than that his face is so familiar to you and your heart beats wildly in your chest as the two of you make eye contact. His face softens when he sees you and you deliver a small wave to him as he smiles. His girlfriend trails behind him and you take notice of how beautiful she was. You smile at her too and she returns the gesture and your heart kind of warms seeing how shy she is because you always kind of knew Seonghwa would pick someone similar to him.

“Oh my y/n, how long has it been!” Mrs. Park calls towards you and you hug her tightly.

“I missed you!” you say to her and her arms wrap tighter around you.

“I missed you too, darling. And you look even more beautiful than the last time I saw you!” she compliments. “And who is this handsome man?”

“This is Juyeon, he’s my boyfriend.” you smile, and Juyeon shakes her hand.

“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Park. Y/n’s talked a lot about your family.” he says politely.

“Y/n’s picked a good one, I see.” she winks playfully as you notice Seonghwa and his girlfriend make their way towards you two.

“Hey y/n, long time no see.” Seonghwa says and you almost melt at the sound of his voice. He pulls you in for a hug and you notice how he still wears the same cologne that you had bought him all those years ago.

“Yeah, it’s good to see you again.” you smile at him, and although it had been well over a year since you two last saw each other, there was no hint of awkwardness, just nostalgia.

“Oh, this is Juyeon.” you introduce and Seonghwa delivers a warm smile to your boyfriend, shaking his hand respectfully.

“Nice to meet you.” Juyeon smiles.

“It’s nice to meet you too, I’m Seonghwa. Y/n’s... childhood friend.” he decides to say.

“I know she’s mentioned you a lot in her stories.” your boyfriend acknowledges. “From all the things she told me you were one of the people I was looking forward to meet the most. You seemed really great to her.”

“I could only hope so. She was my best friend after all.” Seonghwa glances at you, and you know there’s a deeper meaning behind his words. “And you seem like a really great guy, so I’m glad she has good people in her life.” Seonghwa returns and you find it heartwarming how well their exchange is going.

You look at the girl beside your ex and she’s staring at you with gentle, curious eyes. “Hi, I’m y/n.” you smile at her, extending your hand out for her to shake.

“Rosé,” she beams at you and you don’t even really know her but there was something about her that assured you she was good fit for Seonghwa. “I heard a lot about you as well, Hwa’s always talking about his life back home so I’m really glad I got to meet his best friend. You were really special to him.”

You smile softly. “I’m glad I got to meet you too.” you say.

“Okay, time for dinner everyone!” your father announces and you all take a seat at the table, passing over plates of food and catching up with one another.

“So Seonghwa, how’s Seoul treating you?” your mother asks as everyone turns their attention towards him.

“Uh really good actually,” he responds. “I joined a band actually! Uh, I became friends with these really nice guys. San and Yeosang. They basically recruited me after they found out I could sing and now we play at this local bar every week on Friday’s and Saturday’s. It was really good for me, I think. It helped with my stress and stuff. And that’s actually where I met Rosé.”

“That’s amazing.” your mother comments with a warm smile.

“Yeah he was really shy at first but San kind of forced him to talk to me which I was really thankful for because I was eyeing him for a while and was too shy myself to approach him.” Rosé says. “I still remember the night he asked for my number and he was stumbling over his words and I swear he looked like he was going to pass out.” she chuckles, and everyone at the table laughs along with her.

“Oh my god I know what you mean, he also cracks his fingers a lot and starts to turn really purple when he’s nervous.” you add and Rosé points at you nodding in agreement.

“Yes! I notice that all the time!” she laughs, and you can’t help but laugh with her.

“Trust me, I have the most embarrassing stories of him when we were kids.” you say.

“Oh god, you have to tell me all of them.” Rosé giggles.

“Obviously, we have the whole night for that.” you wink at her, and you realize how easy and natural it was to talk to her, and that confirmed that you indeed really liked her.

Seonghwa watches the exchange between you both, and as you two make eye contact with each other, a small smile appears on his face as you nod at him, silently approving of the girl he chose to bring home for this special day. His heart grows full seeing how well the two of you got along, and he’s forever grateful at how amazing of a person you were that you were so willingly to form a friendship with his new girlfriend.

Although he loved Rosé dearly, there was still a piece of his heart where he’d always love you. And that piece grows a little more when he realizes how you continue to support him, even through this unconventional situation.

Seonghwa decides he’s going to do the same for you, because just like you were happy for him, he was happy for you too.

Of course he was glad you found someone who could put a smile on your face like he once did, and he knows that for you to have willingly dated Juyeon, he had to have been just as great as you were. You always had the best judgement of people.

“So Juyeon, how’d you and y/n meet?” Seonghwa asks genuinely and he notices the way his face lights up at the mention of your name.

“We had a lot of mutual friends and they introduced us. It’s funny actually, I could tell y/n didn’t even really like me that much at first, she was always so disinterested when I would try and talk to her.” Juyeon laughs.

“Probably stressing too much about trivial things.” Seonghwa chuckles.

“Yeah she does that a lot, so overly anxious all the time” Juyeon notes, and Seonghwa agrees.

“Hey,” you interrupt and Juyeon apologizes.

“Sorry babe,” he chuckles. "but yeah, I finally sweet talked my way to get her to go out on a coffee date with me and then the next day she asked to go out for lunch after our lecture. We kind of just ended up hanging out more often and well, the rest is history I guess.”

“That’s great, I’m really glad she found someone that makes her happy.” Seonghwa smiles, and you feel a sense of gratitude towards him.

The rest of the night your families converse with one another and share a few drinks, as you and Seonghwa share old stories with Juyeon and Rosé. If you told yourself three years ago that you would be sitting by the fireplace on Christmas day with you and Seonghwa as exes exchanging stories with your new lovers, you would’ve never believed it.

But you don’t think it’s a bad thing at all. In fact you’re immensely grateful that despite not being as close to Seonghwa anymore, you were able to see each other grow and adapt with your new lives. A life where you made new friends and made new memories. Where you tried things you’ve never tried before, and explored new places. And where you could love other people and still be so insanely happy for one another.

This was a good thing.

At one point during the night the two of you find yourselves alone, a comfortable silence filling the room as you stared at the fire in front of you, basking in its warmth.

“I missed you.” Seonghwa is the first to break the silence.

“I missed you too.” you return. “And I’m really happy for you, you know?”

“I’m really happy for you too, y/n.” Seonghwa smiles at you. “And I really like Juyeon. He seems really great, and he makes you happy, I can see it. That’s all I ever wanted for you.”

You hum in acknowledgement. “And I think Rosé is amazing. She’s perfect for you. And I’m forever grateful that you two have each other. I know we’ve drifted over the last year, but you’re still my best friend in the whole world. And even though I don’t say it often, or even out loud, I’m supporting you through everything. As long as it makes you happy that’s all I care about.”

His heart warms at your statement and he locks eyes with you. “And you know I’m always supporting you too. Seeing you happy and thriving is the best thing that’s ever happened to you. It’s all I want for you.” he states.

Neither of you have to say it, but you know this is your unspoken way of saying that you both still loved each other greatly. You still stood by the fact that Seonghwa was, and always would be the most important person in your life, and you in his. Seeing one another content and happy despite not having each other around anymore, was the one thing that mattered to you both. The maturity and support you continued to show was only because of the immense love you have, and have always had for one another.

The kind of love that lets you give up the person you love the most so they can have a better life without you.

And the kind of love that’s okay with it.

At twenty-one years old, you and Seonghwa meet again.

It’s during one of your breaks where you find yourself extremely homesick. You don’t even give your family a heads up until you’re outside your childhood home knocking at your door.

It was an impulsive decision but it’s not like you were currently in school. You had the time and the money, and you missed your hometown so incredibly bad that it only took you one second to make that decision to come back.

“Coming, one second!” you hear a male voice call behind the door and your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“Well, that’s is definitely not my mom, or dad.” you say to yourself. “Did they move out without telling me or something-” your internal conversation is cut short as the door swings open and you’re greeted by an unexpected figure.

“Y/n?” the boy says in surprise.

“Seonghwa??” you say even more confused.

“Who’s at the door Seonghwa?” now that’s your mother’s voice you hear and she gasps as she walks over to the door. “Y/n! Oh my god why didn’t you tell me you were coming back?!” she pulls you into her arms.

“Surprise.” you chuckle. “I kind of sort of felt really homesick and impulsively bought a plane ticket last night so I could fly back so... here I am.”

“Well come settle in! Seonghwa was just helping with some renovations in the house but I’ll let you two catch up.” your mother grabs your luggage, carrying it up to your bedroom. “Go grab a coffee or something!” she yells upstairs.

You look over to Seonghwa and he shrugs. “Let’s go then.” he smiles and your heart swells.

The two of you walk comfortably beside one another as you take in the scenery around you, missing the familiar place you once called home.

“I didn’t know you were back in town too.” you say after a few moments of silence.

“Yeah, it was pretty impulsive too actually.” he admits as he looks at you.

“What was your reason?” you ask curiously.

“Break up.” he states and your mouth falls open.

“Wait, you and Rosé...”

He nods. “Yeah, things just kinda, fizzled out. You know, we grew apart, wanted different things, came to a point where we were in different stages in our life.”

“Oh wow.” is all you say. “I’m sorry to hear, she was really sweet. I really liked her.”

“Yeah, she was,” Seonghwa sighs. “I mean, we ended on good terms. We’re still friends, actually. I don’t even think I’m necessarily sad about it to be honest, it’s just different, you know? Like I know we weren’t even dating for that long, like two and a half years at most. But I just got so used to being around her and spending so much time with her, and then things just weren’t really the same after a while. It just felt odd not having someone. And being alone made me miss everything I had here so I came back.”

You nod your head in understanding. “Yeah, I totally get what you mean.”

Seonghwa raises his eyebrow at you. “You mean... you and Juyeon too?”

“Mhm,” you hum. “I think for us we just realized we were better off as friends than as a couple, you know? Like after a while the attraction kind of went away and we were only really together because it was comfortable. And we didn’t want to stay together if we weren’t in love anymore, it wouldn’t have made sense. The break up was easy and it felt right when we ended things, I kind of wish it happened sooner but, I was still thankful for the time we spent together. He is still one of my best friends so I’m grateful for that at least.”

“That’s good.” he smiles softly.

“Hey at least we both can confidently say we have a track record of smooth break ups, right?” you joke lightheartedly.

“Thank god for that.” Seonghwa says with a laugh.

When you two enter the coffee shop you’re once again hit with a feeling of nostalgia as you think of all the times you, Seonghwa, and your friends would spend most days after school, drinking hot chocolate and eating pastries together as you all talked for hours and hours.

“I’ll get our usuals, you can wait by our spot.” Seonghwa offers, and you nod making your way towards your designated table.

The moment you sit down you’re hit with a wave of flashbacks you shared in this very space, and a small smile creeps onto your face as you look back on all the old memories.

After your brief moment of reminiscing, Seongwha sits across from you handing over your cup.

“Sometimes you don’t realize how much you miss home until you’re actually back in all the places you grew up in,” you note as you take notice of the small engraving in the corner of the table marked with yours and all your friends’ initials. Your fingers ghost over the mark and when you look up at Seongwha you see that he’s also eyeing the engraving.

“I remember when we put that there,” he recalls with a smile. “After five years of coming here and sitting at this same exact table with our friends we claimed our ownership by putting that stupid engraving that took us forever to do. As if that stopped people from sitting here anyways.” you both chuckled.

“Well at least Jennie and Hongjoong were brave enough to kick out the people who stole our spot.” you laugh.

“Yeah,” Seonghwa smiles fondly at the memory. “I still remember the days where Mingi and Yunho would bet the barista on how many butter croissants they could eat in one sitting so we could all get a supply of free hot chocolate for a year.”

“And it was only after Mingi threw up everywhere that it turned out all we had to do was ask her, and she would’ve done it anyways because we were regulars here.” you finish with a soft chuckle.

A comfortable silence fills the air as you two reminisce on the old memories of your teenage years.

“Can I ask you something?” Seonghwa says.

“Of course.”

“When you finish university,” he starts. “What are you gonna do afterwards? Like do you plan on living abroad permanently? Or are you gonna come back home?”

You pause for a second. “Honestly, after the first year there, I fell in love with the city. And I truly was planning on starting my life there and making that my permanent home, ‘cause I had Juyeon, and I had my new friends, I had jobs lined up for me after graduation, and just an overall great home.” you say. “But after splitting up with him, and sitting with the fact that I was constantly homesick, I kinda realized that this is my home, you know? Like, no matter how much I loved my new friends, and loved the city, it would never be as special to me as here. Nothing over there compared to everything I have here. And I knew you were gonna come back from Seoul after graduation, and Jennie and Yunho were gonna come back from New Zealand too. And Mingi and Hongjoong, and the rest of them were all still here... I didn’t want to be the only one gone. All my real friends are here, my family’s here... you’re here. I didn’t want to leave that all behind.” you exclaim and Seonghwa’s face softens.

“I’m really glad honestly.” he responds. “Because I missed you a lot. And it would’ve really sucked to know you weren’t gonna be here anymore when I moved back. I just really miss spending time with my best friend.”

Your heart skips a beat. “Well, you have the next two weeks to do that.” you smile up at him.

“I have an idea.” his eyes light up and you raise an eyebrow at him. “Do you wanna have a sleepover tonight? We can have a move night and order take out like the good old times.” he grins at you.

“You had me at sleepover.” you say with a smile and so he grabs your hand, pulling you towards the exit.

When Seonghwa lets you into his house you almost forget the fact that you haven’t been inside in almost three whole years. This was practically your second home and you found comfort in the fact that nothing really changed since you last saw it. Everything looked almost exactly how you remembered it, minus the new couch and dining table, and a few new paintings hung up on the walls.

“Your mom didn’t change much over the last few years.” you observe.

“Yeah, she was going to do a whole renovation like your mom, and she even planned a whole design out, but she opted out last minute. She said she wanted me to come back home to something I remembered.” Seonghwa answers. “I didn’t get why at first but it only started making sense to me the more I started visiting and realized this was like my safety net.”

“Yeah, that makes sense.” you say.

You and Seonghwa walk upstairs to his bedroom, and of course nothing changed inside either. It almost seemed like it had been untouched aside from the fresh bedsheets and clean floor. You notice the small picture frames neatly placed across his dresser table and you realize most of them are pictures with you. You pick one frame up as you remember the day so clearly. A faint smile forms on your face as your fingers ghost over the photo.

“I asked my mom to put those up again recently.” Seonghwa states from behind you. “I was gonna put more with our friends but I realized we didn’t take many with them. They were mostly just of us two. I hope you don’t think it’s weird.”

You shake your head. “No, of course not. I would never think it’s weird.” you say, placing the frame back onto his dresser.

Seonghwa tosses you one of his shirts and a pair of your old shorts that you always left at his house during your impromptu sleepovers. And suddenly you’re once again hit with a wave of nostalgia.

“What do you wanna do?” he asks and you flop onto his bed with a deep exhale.

“Let’s just lay here for a second.” you say pulling him down next to you. “I just wanna remember everything that I missed while I was gone.”

Seonghwa settles beside you and you can’t help your racing heart as he inches closer to you. As you lay next to one another looking up at the ceiling, your breathing relaxes and you revel in the feeling of just being so comfortable and at so at home.

“You don’t know how much I missed this,” Seonghwa whispers next to you. “even though we haven’t seen each other in years and we don’t talk as much anymore, when I’m with you it’s like we never even left each other. Like we just pick up right where we left off. You’re the one person who’s always brought me comfort and I never feel like we have to force things with each other, no matter how much we drifted.”

You feel heat rise to your cheeks and suddenly the room feels so much warmer. Your heart beats fast and you realize how much of an effect Seonghwa still has on you after all these years.

“I think about you everyday, you know that?” you confess, turning your head to look at him. “Every time I’m out somewhere there will always be little things that remind me of you. And I think about all the places in the city I would take you, and the places I know you would love. I think about all the things you would tell me when I was feeling down, and how you would react to certain situations as if you were right there beside me the whole time. I miss you all the time.”

You both stare at one another and your eyes flicker back and forth to his lips and when you look into his own eyes you notice him doing the same. After a moment of just staring into each other’s eyes, unsure of what to do next, Seonghwa pulls you towards his face and kisses you, and the feeling absolutely overwhelms you in all the good ways.

It’s far from soft and sweet, instead heavy and messy, and so intense that your chest burns with desire. You don’t dare pull away from him even when you needed to catch your breath, because the feeling of his lips on yours after all these years intoxicates you and has you yearning for more. He’s pulling you closer to him and you feel like your body is on fire.

Seonghwa rolls on top of you and your bodies mould perfectly with one another, as if you were both the two missing pieces of a puzzle. You can’t exactly describe the feeling but it’s overwhelming and very reminiscent and brings you back to all the times with Seonghwa that brought you so much happiness years ago. It’s a feeling you didn’t know if you would ever feel again and you missed it more than anything.

The ache between your legs becomes overwhelming and before you know it you’re begging him to touch you, and without any hesitation he does. Your bodies press tightly against each other and your desperate need for him only grows the moment he grinds down on you.

The next thing you know, you’re both unclothed and fully exposed to one another, and you see each other in your most vulnerable states for the first time in years. When he finally pushes himself inside you the pleasure is significantly magnified as the fire inside you only intensifies at the feeling of him.

It happens quick at first but Seonghwa decides he wants to take his time with you. Like you, he didn’t know if he would ever feel you in this way again and he was going to use every second with you that he could.

You don’t know how much time has passed but by the end, you both are exhausted and sore, and panting heavily next to each other. It’s dark outside and the room is warm and even though you’re both sweaty and gross, you haven’t felt this good in a long, long time.

“Was that okay?” Seonghwa asks, pulling your naked body into his arms.

“Yeah,” you say with a small smile. “It was perfect.”

So you lay in each other’s embrace for a while and your heart feels warm and fuzzy, bringing you an endless amount of comfort. You feel content at this very moment, and your worries are pushed to the back of your mind as you fall asleep soundly together.

It’s only at 2 o’clock in the morning do you wake up in a haze and through your fatigued confusion does your brain recall the events that took place a few hours ago. Unable to make out your surroundings in the darkness, your eyes widen not knowing if what happened earlier really happened. When you attempt to sit up you feel a pair of arms wrapped securely around your waist and your body relaxes. Soft snores escape Seonghwa’s lips and you snuggle closer to his body to feel his warmth.

It dawns on you that you still are very much in love with Seonghwa, and of course deep down you knew that you always would be. You also knew given the chance (like now) your feelings would resurface because well... they never really left in the first place.

The unknowingness of this outcome has you shifting in your spot and anxiety creeps in as you think of leaving him all over again. Because after tonight, you don’t know if you can bear the thought of parting ways with him and returning to your life abroad where you can’t tell him exactly how you feel.

You don’t realize right away that Seonghwa has woken up next to you and he only does so because of your constant shifting. It’s when he delivers a gentle squeeze to your waist do you finally take notice.

“Are you okay?” his voice his deep and tired and the sound is enough to make your heart beat fast.

“Yeah.” you reply unconvincingly, but Seonghwa has known you all his life and was also the one to date you for five whole years. He knew you better than you probably knew yourself so in an instant he could tell there was something bothering you.

“What’s on your mind?” he asks.

Your back is leaning against his chest, and you can feel his soft breathing on your neck, and instinctively he starts to rub small circles on your arm knowing that was the one thing that could calm you down.

“It’s stupid.” you say, your voice is quiet and laced with a hint of embarrassment.

“Do you regret what we did?” Seonghwa asks and you’re quick to shut down his claim.

“No! No, of course not.” you return. “It’s not that.”

“Then what is it?”

You exhale, letting out a heavy sigh. “Seonghwa I still love you.” it’s almost inaudible to him but he knows he heard you correctly.

He lets out a soft sigh and a smile smiles forms on his face.

“I still love you too, baby.” and when you hear him call you by the name you loved so much, you feel like you’re going to melt in his arms. “I always would remember?”

Your eyes start to water because it’s been so long since you’ve been able to say that to him, and to hear him say those same exact words back to you has a weight lifting right off your shoulders that you didn’t even know was there.

“Why’s that upsetting you?” he questions and you feel him press soft kisses to your shoulder.

“I don’t want to leave you all over again.” you admit.

He sighs next you and attempts to pull you even closer, if that were possible.

“Well we’ll spend the rest of the time we have together and enjoy every second of it. And after graduation we’ll come back home and we’ll pick up right where we left off like we always do.” Seonghwa tries to reassure you and you shake your head, sniffling.

“That’s not what I mean...” you say. “I mean that I don’t want to go back and not be with you. I don’t want to wait out till graduation and know that we aren’t together because I don’t think I can. Not after tonight.”

It clicks in Seonghwa’s brain and he knows exactly what you mean, and so he decides now’s the time to ask you what he’s been wishing to ask you for so many years. He knows he wasn’t supposed to wait for you, but he always knew he would.

“You don’t have to then.” he states.

“I don’t?”

“Do you want to get back together?” he asks and your heart almost stops. “I mean we only broke up ‘cause of the distance right? And we both fulfilled our promises to each other that we would experience a different life and learn what it was like to not be together. We’re in our last year of uni, we’d only have to be apart for a few more months and then we’ll both be back home in no time, permanently. We would never have to be apart again.” he reasons with you.

And it did make complete sense. He was right in every way, so in truth, there really wasn’t anything stopping you from being together again. You don’t have to think much about it because the decision was already made deep down. You knew you wouldn’t hesitate to be with Seonghwa again if you had the chance, and now was that chance.

You turn to face him and even though you two can’t see each other, there’s a small smile painted on both your faces and you lean in to press a kiss to his lips.

“Okay, let’s get back together.”

So at twenty-one years old, you and Seonghwa officially reconcile, and spend the next two weeks together like you planned, catching up on everything you did while you two were apart.

And just like he said, it was like you two never left each other.

And now, at twenty-two years old, Seonghwa pops the question.

And you finally marry him.

"Family, friends, and all loved ones. We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of Y/n and Seonghwa. We stand here to support this couple and share the joys of their love and commitment as they solidify this partnership, choosing to spend the rest of their lives together.”

“Through this marriage you make a lifelong promise to one another to always love, respect, trust and honor each other through anything, and everything. You promise to stay committed, and loyal, and most importantly, share your dreams, your happiness, and your sorrows with each other.”

“From today, and this moment on, you will forever be united as one.”

You stare at Seonghwa and your heart beats hard against your chest as you stand in front of him watching his eyes light up and his smile grow by the second. You feel like you’re in a dream and everything around you feels so surreal.

Your eyes scan the alter and you see your mother beside Mrs. Park, both of them clinging onto each other as tears of happiness running down their cheeks. Their smile is wide and filled with so much love and you knew this day was something the two have been waiting for, for as long as they could remember.

You see Mingi, and Yunho, and Hongjoong, and Jennie, your best friends who witnessed every progression of your relationship with Seonghwa from the moment you two met. They’re all grinning from ear to ear and you can’t help but laugh as they silently cheer you on from the pews.

You see your dad, and Seonghwa’s dad, and both of your grandparents, and the entirety of yours and Seonghwa’s family joined together as they smile brightly at the two of you.

And then your eyes meet with Rosé and Juyeon as they mouth a “you got this!” to you and Seonghwa, delivering a thumbs up in your direction, and your heart kind of warms because even after splitting up, the friendship between you four remained and it was evident through their support on this special day.

When your eyes lock with your soon-to-be-husband his lips quirk up into a warm smile as you mouth out an “i love you.”

“Now Y/n, Seonghwa, please join hands” the officiant states.

"Do you, Park Seonghwa take Y/N Y/L/N to be your wife?”

“I do.” he states softly, eyes gazing into yours.

"And Y/N Y/L/N, do you take Park Seonghwa to be your husband?”

“I do.” you respond beaming.

"Seonghwa, please repeat after me.” the officiant says. “I, Park Seonghwa, take thee, Y/N Y/L/N, to be my lawfully wedded wife.”

“I Park Seonghwa, take thee, Y/n Y/l/n, to be my lawfully wife...” he repeats.

"...To have and to hold from this day forward...”

“...For better for worse...”

“For richer for poorer...”

“...In sickness and in health...”

“...To love and to cherish...”

“...And to honour you all the days of my life...”

“Till death do us apart.” Seonghwa finishes and your eyes start to water.

“Now, Y/n, please repeat after me.” the officiant calls on you. “I, Y/N Y/LN, take thee, Park Seonghwa, to be my lawfully wedded husband.”

You exhale before repeating his words. ““I, Y/N Y/LN, take thee, Park Seonghwa, to be my lawfully wedded husband.”

"...To have and to hold from this day forward...”

“...For better for worse...”

“For richer for poorer...”

“...In sickness and in health...”

“...To love and to cherish...”

“...And to honour you all the days of my life...”

“Till death do us apart.”

As Jennie walks over to hand over the rings she smiles brightly at you, as the crowd watches you and Seonghwa each place the new band on your fingers, signifying the start of your lifelong commitment to one another.

“Well! By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife!” the officiant shouts with a smile. “You may now kiss the bride!”

And without a second wasted Seonghwa pulls you in kissing you like he’s never kissed you before and the loud shouts and cheers in the background fills your ears as everyone hollers around you. And when you pull away you can’t seem to wipe the smile off your face as Seonghwa carries you out of the alter.

“Here’s to our new life together, Mrs. Park.” Seonghwa says with a grin as you kiss him once more.

“I love you so much.” you say.

“And I love you even more.” he returns.

So at twenty-two years old you know that you’re never going to stop loving Seonghwa, and that love was made permanent by the unity of your marriage. From the moment you declared him as your boyfriend at the age of six, to the years you spent learning everything together as a couple, growing apart and reuniting, you know that this was a rare kind of love to find, and one that had to mature and progress over a long period of time.

And so you remember the words you said to him all those years ago the night you parted ways, “if somehow we find our way back to one another, then just know everything we did up to that point was worth it.”

Which stayed true four and a half years later, and for the rest of your life thereafter.

LA FIN.

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tonhwa · 4 years ago

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This the kinda stuff that I wish would happen to me in real life. Like give me a soft dom kyoutani whos into you at first sight. Please I’m drooling. AND HES SO NICE AND RESPECTFUL FOR WHAT GOD IM JEALOUS. He knows what he wants but he doesn’t want to push boundaries plsssssss DO MEN LIKE THIS ACTUALLY EXIST???? :(((((((( I’m so upset he’s not real. What an actual dreamboat LOL. I enjoyed this fic a lot *~*. tattoo shop aus make me all fuzzy inside whether it be just smut or fluff. GOD the writing makes me soft and fuzzy please everytime he’s like I’d do ___ to you but only if you want me to I sob a bit from happiness. And that moment when the ex was nearby I stopped breathing. Dead. I died and went to hell where I’m stewing in my lewd thoughts. That ending nearly broke me. I keep telling myself there’s a part 2 but angst just pulls my heart ouchie. I wanted to scream but I STILL LOVE IT AHHHH. I look forward to tomorrow ; - ; thanks for giving us such amazing content bb. I really liked how you characterized them ( especially Hana hah what a baby kith kith💕💕). Have a wonderful night !!! I love this fic pls theyre so cute the fact they crushed at first sight. GOD what a dream.

𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 — 𝐤𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮 (𝟏)

– pairing: Kyoutani Kentarou x female Reader

– genre: smut, angst, little bit of fluff to keep the balance; tattoo artist!kyoutani, inexperienced!reader, strangers to lovers!AU, SLOW BURN

– word count: 10k

– warnings: swearing, mentions of infidelity and violence, as well as the consumption of drugs and alcohol; smut: corruption kink, degradation, praising, (soft) dom!kyou, semi public fingering, dry humping

— summary: the story of two broken souls finding and falling for each other...(im so bad at summaries it's basically you slowly falling for kyoutani's sweet soul have a good day)

"I can't believe we're actually doing this", you mumble and stare at the door of the tattoo shop like your life depends on it, "for a girl you've known for like what – a month?", you add, your words not even reaching your best friend who's currently trying her best to not just pass out and all you can do is let out another loud, doubtful sigh.

At this point, you have no idea how many times you've questioned the reasons behind your friendship with Hana, especially in the past few weeks. Just the fact that you're currently standing in front of a tattoo studio because she's decided to get inked simply because of the girl she's been crushing on for not even two months, shows what kind of sacrifices you’re ready to make for her. Never in a million years would you do something as crazy as this, whereas Hana didn't even hesitate.

And even though you'd love to play the bad guy and tell her how irresponsible and childish she's behaving, you can't help but smile every single time you watch the way her face lights up when she's in the presence of the pretty faced tattoo artist. You don't know how, when or where she met her but no matter how different your best friend and you are, her taste in women is great and to say you trust her with her choice in lovers would be an understatement, which is why you agreed to spend your only day off at a tattoo studio and actually get a tattoo.

"We're going to have a shit ton of fun, I promise", Hana tells you, her eyebrows raised in excitement and her lips stretched into the biggest smile and again, you can't help but let out a little sigh of skepticism.

“Come on, don't be like that, babe! Remember, we're currently trying to get you over your very first heartbreak and this is just another opportunity for you to find a guy who will actually fuck your brains out and treat you like the woman you are, right?", she adds and this time you can't help but roll your eyes at her words before scrunching your nose up in disgust and then, just as usual, the thoughts of said break up start floating your mind.

Pictures and precious moments of you and your boyfriend — now ex — of two years send shivers down your spine and you hate the way those memories have your heart breaking into pieces but no matter how much time passes by, you just can't seem to get over him.

Terushima Yuuji, your first crush, your first kiss, first boyfriend — and the reason for your very first heartbreak.

Fortunately, you're already at the stage of acceptance but the fact that you've been going through several phases of pure pain and wrath in the past few weeks are literal proof that you've come a long way. You've never experienced such intense pain before; after all you've never even thought about what it'd feel like to be cheated on before you goind out that the boy of your dreams has been fucking his neighbor for over four months. And now, a couple of weeks, lots of vodka shots and hair dye later, Hana has decided to make it her mission to get you laid and you can't even deny that she's been doing a pretty good job.

Every guy she has introduced you to turned out to be your type or at least interesting enough for you to actually give a second thought to it.

However, none of them managed to make you go crazy in the way you've been craving it. You don't know exactly what you've been looking for but that doesn't mean you don't know what you don't want. And you are very aware of how maddening that might have been for your best friend, who's been trying her best to get you dicked down but she knows your view on sex and how you won't just let anyone in which is why she's remained this patient.

After that catastrophic break up of yours, you've been dying to expand your experience regarding sex and everything about it just because you wanna show this fucker of Terushima Yuuji that you're not a prude; you don't know how or with whom, but you know you will. Which has to be the real reason as to why you let her drag you to places like this.

"Let's just go in and get this done", you reply, "wanna go back home and watch my tv show", you can literally hear Hana's response in form of an eye roll and without wasting a second, you lift your hand up and give her the finger before finally pulling the door open.

A soft little sound follows the two of you and you feel your eyes widening as soon as you come to stand in the hallway of the studio and no matter how hard you try to, you can't help but stare at the huge picture of a naked woman on the wall in front of you. The attention to detail is incredibly impressive and you don't know if it's because of her huge breasts which are literally falling out of her teeny tiny shirt, but you definitely do mouth a silent "wow".

"Welcome", an excited, yet soft voice pulls you back to reality and with your heart hammering against your rib cage you shift your gaze to the young woman standing next to you, "so happy you made it, Hana", she says and gives your best friend a short hug which has her blushing and smiling like crazy and reminds you of the main reason for your visit again.

“And you must be Y/N, the best friend, am I right?", she continues and shifts her attention to you, holding up her tattooed hand with a sweet smile on her pretty face and for the first time ever, the girl Hana's been crushing on makes a good first impression.

“Exactly", you reply and take her hand, your eyes following the dark lines starting from her fingertips and ending who knows where inside of her sweater, "nice to meet you, Saeko".

“I guess she's been talking about me, huh?", she laughs and throws her arm around Hana’s shoulders, pulling her closer to her body and the way you can literally feel the nervousness your best friend’s currently radiating has you chuckling.

"Do you guys want to have something to drink or should we get started right away?", Saeko says and looks at you first before she places her hand on Hana's neck and locks eyes with her. And you can't even deny that their chemistry has you a little uncomfortable. Just from the way they're currently looking at each other you feel like they're going to fuck in the next few seconds and won't even bother asking you to leave.

“Let's get to it and then do the talking later on, hm?", you say immediately and let out a small sigh of relief when your best friend pulls away and agrees to your suggestion.

“Alright then", Saeko replies and runs her fingers through her red hair, "Kyoutani, my best friend, will take care of you, Y/N, I hope that's fine", with your eyes slightly widened you look at Hana for help and when she gives you an encouraging nod and mouths the words "he's hot", you let out a sound of agreement.

And all of a sudden the walk through the hallway of the studio feels like an eternity.The Thought of actually getting a tattoo has you a little more terrified and anxious than you thought and the dark yet comfortable and somehow scary atmosphere looming in the air doesn't really do anything to calm your wrecked nerves. And then there's the fact that you have to spend the upcoming minutes with a guy you don't even know and at the mere image of the amount of awkwardness you can feel your heart picking up its pace.

You try your very best to not let those negative and worrying thoughts get to you but the closer you get to the room, the more you feel like you're actually going to pass out which just gets ten times worse when Saeko comes to stand in front of a room and smiles at you.

"Here we are, Y/N", she says and motions for you to follow her, "may I introduce you to our best one, Kyoutani Kentarou", and as soon as that name falls past Saeko’s lips, the blonde lifts his head up and basically stares right into your soul.

As if he was locking you into a cage with nothing but his strong eyes. The way he’s observing you has shivers running down your spine and for some reason your mouth has started going drier and drier with each minute passing by.

And then, all of a sudden, you feel a tiny, yet hot jolt of arousal shoot through your body, making you let out an inaudible gasp.

"Hello", Kyoutani says, his voice so deep and raspy you almost miss the way he gulps harshly but with the way you're staring at him, you manage to notice it right away. However, your brain doesn’t allow the thought of him being just as affected as you cloud your mind.

“Hi, Kyou!", Hana suddenly laughs and waves at him from behind you and even though you so desperately want to turn to your best friend to silently ask for help, the way he starts chuckling softly has your heart skipping several beats.

You're already sure you've never seen anything as pretty as his face but as soon as his lips stretch into a smile, every single word in your vocabulary vanishes and you're literally left speechless.

“Hey, little one", he greets the fellow blonde before he finally stands up and easily becomes taller than Saeko.

“That’s the best friend?", Kyoutani asks and looks at you again, this time a little more hesitant with his heavy gaze and you hate the way you enjoy his hungry stares.

Never in your life have you felt as exposed to someone as you do right now and you don't even know what exactly it is about him that has you going absolutely mad.

"Yes, this is Y/N", Saeko says and looks at her best friend, obviously trying to get his attention but failing miserably since Kyoutani doesn't seem to notice. His eyes are still focused on you and with a shaky sigh you finally manage to look away.

“This is her very first tattoo so give her as much time as she needs, yeah?”

And after another beat of silence, Saeko gives you one last smile of encouragement before she takes Hana's hand and pulls her away from the two of you, not even giving her the chance to say anything else.

"Sit down, please", Kyoutani says calmly, pointing at the chair in front of him and you hadn't even noticed that he had sat down already. You do as he says after taking off your jacket and your bag, feeling his eyes on you the whole time and at this point you're scared he might actually notice how worked up he has you with nothing but his gazes and that deep voice of his.

"Calm down", he says, almost whispering and now you're convinced he's playing with you on purpose yet you can't even hide how much you like it, "it will hurt, not saying it won't but it's not bad, trust me", Kyoutani continues, cleaning up the inside of your arm with a little tissue before he grabs the little paper with the tattoo of your choice which is the moment where his ink clad hands catch your attention.

"Is it okay like this?", Kyoutani asks you, pointing at the blue lines before he looks up at you again, receiving an affirmative nod in response. You watch him pull out the black gloves, hiding his pretty fingers behind the thick material.

"So", he begins, cutting through the disgusting sexual tension in the room which has you gasping for air, "tell me something about yourself, doll", and as soon as his words reach you, a wave of pure arousal rushes through your veins, leaving you an even worse mess.

You gulp harshly and take a deep breath, trying your best to form a proper sentence but with the quiet buzzing of the needle in the background, you keep losing track until all of a sudden the fear of annoying him overwhelms you and the urge to cry shows up out of nowhere.

"You don't have to-", "I just uhm recently moved to Tokyo for college and I major in communications. Hana and I have been friends for ten years and share an apartment close to the campus. And I have a really bad sweet tooth", you interrupt him, surprising him and yourself with your sudden outburst and when you get yourself to look at him again, an amused expression lays in his pretty eyes, making your heart skip another beat.

"You're cute", Kyoutani mumbles and scoots closer to you before he reaches for the needle on the table, "I wanna get to know you, Y/N", he adds and looks into your eyes and places his hand on your wrist. With your heart thrumming inside your throat, you pull your bottom lip between your teeth to hold back the whimper that's been trying to escape ever since you first laid eyes on the pretty tattoo artist.

After observing your face for a reaction, he shifts his attention back to your tattoo and you don't know if it's the way he so casually asked you that question or because of his strong aura but one of those two reasons manages to distract you so much that you don't even realize he’s started already.

"Excuse my bad manners", he says and finishes the first letter, "I am not the best when it comes to flirting so I usually just say what goes through my head. If I ever make you feel uncomfortable, please just tell me and I will stop, yeah?", Kyoutani is calm but there's something about him which seems energetic and strong, a little hectic maybe and you're determined to find out what exactly it is.

You let out a deep breath and look at him with an appreciative smile on your lips, feeling yourself calm down even if it's just a little bit.

"May I ask what you mean with 'get to know me'?", you reply, your question lingering in the air for a couple of seconds and when you look down at your arm again, he has already finished the second letter.

"You know, the usual", Kyoutani mumbles and dips the tip of the needle into the black ink before he starts again, "wanna take you out on a date, fuck you in the backseat of my car, then get some cake afterwards and just — see where it goes".

And that's when your mouth goes completely dry within the time span of a second and the longer you stare at him with your eyes widened and lips parted in surprise, the more your head starts spinning because of the way his words have your cunt throbbing in absolute despair.

"That was quite straightforward, I know but you can't tell me you've not been thinking about fucking me as soon as you stepped through my door so why make a big deal out of it?", Kyoutani replies and wipes away the excess ink on your tattoo with a little tissue before he looks into your eyes again and takes a deep breath, obviously enjoying the way his words have left you speechless.

"I'm not- I don't do- I can't just-", "Calm down, doll. I didn't ask you to fuck me casually, like that friends with benefits kinda shit", he interrupts you softly, his hand caressing yours gently and you can't believe that just this small touch has you craving for more, "I wanna get to know you and see what happens. Maybe we won't be attracted to each other anymore as soon as we talk a little more or spend some time with each other or perhaps we'll fall in love, you never know. That's what I was talking about.”

You nod at him, appreciating his words of reassurance even though you still feel light headed from the previous parts of the conversation.

"I still wanna fuck you, though, don't get me wrong. To be really honest with you, I'd just give it to you right here if you asked me but of course I won't. I might not be a gentleman but I am not an asshole either, so", he sighs, "I'll pound you into my mattress when the time has come.”

You look at him with your brows arched in shock, not quite able to process his words even though they seem to echo inside of your head for what feels like an eternity. Your eyes focus the way he licks his lips before he starts working on the third letter so casually.

And even though you should feel offended or at least a little turned off by his boldness, the more you think about his suggestion, the more excited you seem to get and you have no idea why. It took you three whole months to ask your ex boyfriend to just touch you; literally too shy and nervous to simply say the word sex and now all you want to do is spread your legs and let Kyoutani have his way with you.

"Listen", he begins softly, his deep voice cutting through the thick tension like a sharp knife, "if you have a boyfriend or simply don't want this, please just tell me and I promise you, you won't ever hear from me again", Kyoutani lifts his head and looks right into your eyes, the warm brown surrounding his iris filled with tenderness and something that makes you feel so secure and comfortable you feel yourself getting lost in that exact feeling.

You let out the breath you didn't know you were holding in, your body slowly starting to function properly again and even though you're still a little overwhelmed, you manage to form and voice a response.

"I don't have a b-boyfriend, not anymore", you begin, receiving a satisfied nod in response, "and for some strange reason I feel way too comfortable with you", Kyoutani smiles softly, halting his movements before he tilts his head to the side, "b-but I don't have a lot of ex-experience when it comes to...sex", you literally whisper the last word, a jolt of insecurity and uncertainty rushing through with such force it has you stumbling over your words like a three year old.

And when you shift your gaze away from Kyoutani's strong eyes, he is quick to place his fingers under your chin and make you look at him again.

In that moment you notice the way the tenderness has been replaced by something a little darker, a little more serious and even though he's literally looking at you like he's about to devour you alive, you don't make any efforts to move out of his soft grip.

"Keep going", he mumbles, "please", Kyoutani whispers, his voice now almost hoarse and so raspy, you're a little taken aback by the sudden change of demeanor.

"I've had s-sex before", you reply and still wonder why the hell you're so open about your sexual experience in front of a guy you've known for ten minutes, "but my boyfriend — ex-boyfriend didn't like any foreplay and that kinda stuff so it was always penetrative sex only", a deep sigh of embarrassment leaves your lips and the fact Kyoutani has caged you with his stares does not really help to make you feel a little less anxious.

"Selfish bastard", Kyoutani hisses and rolls his eyes, "did he at least make you cum?", you shake your head softly, trying your best not to lose the last bit of composure you have left but hearing him say such dirty words has your pussy throbbing in a way you’ve never really experienced it before.

"I'll give it to you so good, baby, make you cum so many times you won't even remember your own name. You just — have to ask me", you don't know if it's the pet name or the way his voice has dropped another octave but without missing a beat you start nodding like your life depends on it.

"No", he suddenly says and puts the needle down before he carefully takes your face into his hands, "you have to say it. Use your big girl words for me, doll. I wanna hear you say all those naughty things.”

"Please..", you whisper, “please, fuck me”, his face way closer to yours then you remembered and the way his hot breath is fanning your skin has you at a loss of words, making it so much harder for you to regain your composure.

"You're going to drive me crazy, I just know it", he grunts harshly and lets his pretty eyes roam your face attentively before he places the softest kiss on the corner of your lips, eliciting a sweet whimper from your dry throat.

Kyoutani takes a deep breath, his eyes fluttering close as he takes your ear lobe between his lips and starts whispering, "I wanna do so many things to you, pretty girl”, his words are promising and exciting; they easily make the wet patch in your ruined panties grow and just when you’re about to gasp for more air, he continues.

“I wanna make you sit on my face so I can tonguefuck that little hole of yours until you’re crying and begging for my cock. And then, when I finally do fuck your pretty cunt, I want to shove your face into my mattress and watch you cum around me again and again and again until you physically can’t take it anymore...how does that sound, baby?"

Another soft whine manages to slip past your trembling lips, waves of hot arousal leave you absolutely breathless and the feeling of your drenched panties sticking to the hot flesh of your pussy makes you shift in your seat.

"Sounds perfect", you reply and can't believe that you actually managed to even form a proper sentence, since you’re way too overwhelmed to even realize what's going on.

And if it wasn’t for your best friend's loud laugh, it would have taken you another couple of minutes to find your way back into reality.

"Good girl", Kyoutani suddenly pulls away and reaches for the needle one last time, his eyes still focused on you and you know he enjoys every bit of despair and neediness written all over your face to the last bit.

"Are you free tomorrow?", he asks you, giving your tiny tattoo the last few touch ups and finishing the fourth and last letter, knowing it's because Saeko and Hana will be here any minute. You reply with a sound of affirmation and let your eyes nervously roam his handsome face; taking in the sight of his thick eyebrows and the tiny little ‘x’ adoring the skin right underneath his left eye before you sigh softly at the appearance of a tiny little dimple as his plump lips stretch into a smile.

"Is it okay if I pick you up around six? We can have some coffee and just drive around for a bit, hm?", his words pull you out of your little trance, and your brain easily processing them.

"Sounds good, I'm in", you reply and smile at him, watching the way he starts cleaning up your finished tattoo with careful touches and just as he wipes over it with a tissue one more time, Kyoutani looks up at you and nods with a teasing smirk plastered on his pretty face.

"I love your tattoo by the way", is the last thing he says before he lowers his gaze to look at your new life long accessory with a big smile, "now you'll always think about me fucking you when you see it.”

And even though his words have you incredibly flustered, you can't help but smile brightly when your eyes roam over the four little letters of the word rain.

A deep sigh leaves your lips after finally getting yourself to tell your best friend about your conversation with the attractive tattoo artist and the longer she looks at you with her pretty eyes widened, brows arched and parted lips, the more the feeling of discomfort overwhelms you.

It's not like you can stop thinking about it anyway so after keeping it to yourself the whole ride home, you couldn't hold it back anymore.

But as silence fills your best friend's room, it takes you every ounce of self control to not just leave and never say a word again. His words keep echoing inside of your head like a broken record and every single time you think about the way he looked at you, your cunt starts clenching and you feel your whole body starting to get hotter and hotter until it’s barely bearable anymore.

But, no matter how much you've enjoyed the attention and all those new emotions overwhelming you, there are still a shit ton of doubts and thoughts giving you a really hard time to just enjoy the new experience. And after a few inner battles with yourself, you've come to the conclusion that telling Hana might be the best and only decision to make in this kind of situation.

You don't know what you expected her reaction to be, especially since you haven't even processed the whole situation for yourself yet, but at least you finally got it off your chest.

"I did get that right, didn't I?", she asks and runs her finger through her bleached hair, finally snapping out of her shocked trance, "Kyoutani Kentarou, one of the most intimidating guys I've ever seen, asked you out on a date and talked about pounding you into his mattress?", Hana repeats slowly and as she does, you feel another wave of embarrassment wash over you.

"Finally!", Hana suddenly yells, throwing the pillow on her lap to the side before she jumps onto her feet and looks at you with big, excited eyes.

"You're finally getting a guy who not only treats you right but also fucks you well, this is amazing!", excitement seems to ooze out of her facial expression, making you let out another soft sigh because even though you're incredibly grateful for her support, something about the whole situation makes it all seem too good to be true.

"What?", your best friend says, her face dropping as she watches the way you furrow your brows in skepticism. "I don't know, Hana", you sigh, "do you really think I should do this? There's just something so odd about it", and again, your mind goes absolutely crazy.

You have no idea how or why but as soon as you think about the pretty faced tattoo artist, your body goes through a whole rollercoaster of emotions and the fact it's already happened a couple of times within the time span of one day is incredibly exhausting.

"Stop that shit, right fucking now", Hana replies, rolling her eyes so hard you're scared they might get stuck and the way she exhales way too loudly lets you know that you’re in for a ride. "Stop trying to sabotage your own love life by looking for dumb reasons as to why it won't work out, Y/N. You are a beautiful woman who has been stuck with the same asshole for almost two fucking years without even getting dicked down properly. You deserve this, you need this and most importantly, you want this.” Her words are filled with determination and don’t leave much room for discussion, as usual.

“I know you do because I saw the way you looked at Kyou and you think you're not supposed to agree to it just because you think it's morally wrong to fuck a guy you've known for less than a day but that's not true. If both of you are interested and actually want this, then why would it be wrong?", Hana finishes her little speech by sitting down next to you and taking your face into her tiny hands, calming you down and actually waking you up in the way you've been craving it.

"You're right", you mumble and take a deep breath, your heart thrumming in your throat just because you finally got rid of this heavy burden on your chest and can feel it being replaced by nothing but excitement, "I want this."

The next day comes way too fast and by the time it's five thirty already, you have no idea where the day went. You're still just as excited about meeting Kyoutani as you were yesterday, the nervousness and anxiety definitely haven't been easy to handle.

During your lectures you had a hard time staying focused solely because he had texted you a couple of minutes prior and you haven't stopped thinking about the message ever since. It wasn't even anything crazy or extraordinary. Kyoutani simply asked you where he should wait for you, yet just seeing the little "hey, this is Kyoutani" at the beginning of the text message was absolutely enough to take your breath away.

You know he probably won't try anything and even though you're more than just grateful about his reserved attitude, a little part of you wants him to throw all of that out of the window and just pound you into the mattress the way he had promised you to.

But, just as Hana had advised you the night before, you've come to the conclusion that taking things slow will make opening up to him a lot easier for you.

However, you are not quite sure if your body is going to cooperate when it comes to your plan. You feel like losing it and he hasn't even showed up yet so you really have no idea how you're going to handle being in his presence again. But, no matter what, you're going to try your very best to make the best of it.

And when your last lecture finally finds its end, you feel the heaviness on your chest increasing drastically; making breathing become a whole challenge and you're surprised you haven't fainted yet. With all the adrenaline and arousal rushing through your veins, it takes you a lot of willpower to not just cancel and go home because the more time passes, the worse it gets.

And as the thoughts in your head go absolutely crazy, your gaze meets a really familiar face. The one you’ve been trying to forget for the past few weeks.

The face of Terushima Yuuji.

He looks at you and his lips stretch into a soft smile, making all those memories replay inside your head as if you hadn't spent over three months trying to erase them from your mind. And yet again, you find yourself hating him for everything he had done to you. Despite the fact that there wasn’t any ounce of love or affection or generally positive emotions left, there's still this deep, intense wrath inside of you, which is enough to distract you from the excitement.

"Y/N", a deep voice, which definitely does not belong to your ex-boyfriend, pulls you out of your anger filled trance and with your brows furrowed in confusion you start searching for the person the voice belongs to.

And then your eyes meet the sight of Kyoutani Kentarou.

"Hi", he says and starts smiling at you, his plump lips looking even more perfect in the sun as well as his tanned, flawless skin.

You can't help but stare at him in awe, your insides twisting and turning the longer his eyes roam your face and the mixture of tenderness and hunger has you gulping harshly. You feel yourself becoming tiny in his presence, his dark clothes building an intense contrast to the light color of his hair and after observing his face for some time, you let your gaze wander a little.

"Up here, doll", Kyoutani mumbles, placing his fingers on your chin and making you look up at him, "if you keep looking at me like that, I am definitely not going to go easy on you and I'm really trying my best to take it slow with you.”

You start nodding, your fingers wrapping around his inked wrist softly and even though it takes you another thirty seconds to get back to reality, Kyoutani does not scold you for it. You can tell he enjoys your needy eyes and how worked up he’s gotten you already, the amused little smirk on his lips giving it away.

"Hi", you finally manage to get out and the way Kyoutani throws his head back with a soft chuckle leaving his lips, has your heart hammering against your rib cage and even though it might be too early, you can already feel the butterflies in your stomach going absolutely insane.

"Who's that guy?", Kyoutani asks you, his eyes never leaving yours and though he could have meant every single male student on the campus, you know exactly which one he's talking about.

"My ex-boyfriend", you reply quickly and take a deep breath, an eye roll following your words because of the mere thought of Yuuji.

"He's approaching us. Do you want us to walk away? Or do you want to annoy him a little?", you look at Kyou in confusion, the amusement sparkling in his pretty eyes easily making you feel a lot more comfortable.

"I'm going to touch you, though, are you okay with that?", he asks and for the first time ever, you feel a hundred percent sure about something.

The way Kyoutani puts you first gives you the incredible feeling of being valid enough to be asked for consent. Juyeon never did anything without asking first, too, you always felt obligated to agree.

"Yes", you say, giving him a confident smile.

And then Kyoutani's hands find their way to your waist, caressing you softly and the way your whole bodyfalls into this amazing haze of comfort makes you wonder what might happen if he touched you in a sexual way.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you", he suddenly whispers into your ear, his lips grazing the sensitive skin of your neck and you don't know if it's his deep voice or his fingers tightening their grip on your soft flesh but something elicits the softest whimper from your throat, giving away how badly you've been craving his presence.

"I know we agreed on taking things slow and I won't try anything unless I am sure you're ready but I kept imagining how pretty you'll look with my cock stuffed inside of your tight pussy", he breathes, his hands slowly wandering to your lower back before he finally takes the flesh of your ass into his palm.

A soft gasp escapes you and without even overthinking it, you bury your face in the warm crook of his neck, the arousal leaving you completely lightheaded.

"M-More, please", you whisper and finally get yourself to wrap your arms around his neck, the fear of falling onto your knees a little too present as the minutes pass by.

“Look at your pathetic little ex-boyfriend", Kyoutani continues, pressing his body a little more against yours, making it easy for you to feel his hard muscles through the fabric of his sweater, "I bet he came after thirty seconds and then wanted you to get off by yourself, right? What a fucking pussy.”

You get lost in the constant clenching of your cunt, the urge to rub yourself against anything just to ease some of the pressure on your sensitive clit overwhelming you and at this point you don't even care about your current location.

"I'll fuck you so good, so much better than that ridiculous piece of shit over there. And you know it, too, right, pretty girl? I am sure you've fingered yourself to the thought of my cock filling you up to the brim with my cum once you came home, haven't you, baby?"

And when you look up at him in pure shock, the feeling of being caught making your blood freeze in your veins and as you look up at him with glossy eyes, Kyoutani starts smiling before he pulls away from you.

"He's gone", he says and runs a tattoo clad hand over his buzzcut, "let's go, I'm starving".

"B-But what about– what about me?", you whisper, stumbling over your words like a little child and all of a sudden you can’t even get yourself to form a proper sentence.

"What about you, baby?", Kyoutani asks and tilts his head to the side, his eyes roaming your face with brows furrowed in fake confusion and you know he's teasing you, but the arousal has already taken over you in the worst way possible.

“I – you can't just say all those things to me and then leave me like this", you pout, your boldness surprising you and for some reason you feel extra proud for actually voicing out your thoughts for once.

"Let's go to my car first, hm? I'd rather talk about these kinda things in a more private place than here", is the only thing Kyou mumbled before he grabs your hand and pulls you towards the parking lot.

Because you’re not used to dealing with such heavy arousal, you can't help but actually get mad. With your arms crossed in front of your chest you shoot Kyoutani an annoyed glance when he opens the door to the passenger seat for you.

You take a deep breath and take a few seconds of being alone to calm your nerves and stop yourself from letting your crazy hormones take over your rational thinking but for some reason every single attempt ends up being a failure. And as soon as Kyoutani plops down onto the seat next to you, you just give up and let out another sigh of frustration.

"You're such a brat", he suddenly grunts, his voice a lot more hoarse than just a few seconds ago but when he pushes his right hand between your legs, and cupping your drenched cunt just like that, a loud gasp falls past your lips and you look at him in pure shock.

“Look at how wet you are already", Kyoutani growls, "acting all innocent and sweet but in reality you just wanna have your sloppy little pussy fucked, don't you?", he starts rubbing over the big wet patch on your lace panties and for the first time today you're actually grateful for your decision to wear a skirt instead of jeans.

His touch drives you crazy, his inked hand looking like it literally has its home in between your thighs and the longer he teases your needy clit over your panties, the louder your whines become. Your fingers wrap around his wrist almost brutally, hips rocking against his pretty fingers in hopes of getting at least some kind of friction.

"P-Please, Kyoutani", you whine, throwing your head back as soon as he pushes his thumb against your clit, the arousal in your body literally suffocating you and with your bottom lip pulled between your teeth, you shift your gaze to the blonde.

"What? What do you want? Talk to me, baby, tell me what you want and I promise I'll give it to you", he encourages you.

You can feel his hot breath fanning against your skin, driving you even crazier and all of a sudden the urge to feel those plump lips on yours overcomes you.

"Touch me", you whimper and gasp for air, your hips constantly moving against his hand, "please.”

And even though you literally just asked for it, you're still more than taken aback when Kyoutani pushes your panties to the side and slowly slides one of his long fingers into your drenched core. You let out a loud moan, your nails digging into the skin of his wrist as he starts moving his digit inside of you, his thumb still rubbing circled into your clit and even though you masturbate on a regular basis, feeling someone else's fingers like this has your head spinning in a different kind of way.

"You look extra pretty like this", Kyoutani mumbles and picks up the movements of his thrusts, "all fucked out and ready to cum", his words have you clenching around his fingers and you are very well aware of the fact that he can feel it too but you're too far gone to even try to keep it down. At this point Kyoutani doesn't even do much, you're literally riding his fingers and once he inserts another one, you can’t stop your eyes from rolling into the back of your head as another loud whimper leaves your lips.

"I bet no one knows what a dirty little whore you actually are, hm? They don’t know how desperate you are to have your slutty cunt completely wrecked and stuffed to the brim with cum, right? Open your eyes, baby", he demands and despite the overwhelming feeling of your upcoming high coating the tip of your tongue, your lids flutter open and the second your gaze meets his dark eyes, a soft moan of his name leaves your lips.

"I'm c-close", you whisper and dig your nails even deeper into his skin, recklessly moaning his name into the thick air of the car and even though you have had orgasm before, this one seems to come way faster, harder and way more intense than anything else you’ve ever experienced.

"Come on then, sweet girl. Be a good little whore and cum for me", Kyoutani encourages you, his words literally throwing you over the edge.

Your orgasm hits you hard. So hard, your vision turns white for a couple of seconds and you feel your drenched cunt literally going numb from all the clenching but it doesn't matter because of how far you’re being pushed into the sweetest haze of pleasure. You have no idea, what you say or how loud you are but when you slowly open your eyes again, the whole word seems to be completely silent.

"How are you feeling, doll?", Kyoutani whispers, his eyes roaming your fucked out face attentively.

You’re very well aware of the fact that his fingers are still knuckle deep buried inside of your clenching pussy but for some reason you don’t seem to care. He caresses your inner thigh with his thumb and the way your juices are covering his skin has shivers running down your spine.

"Good", you mumble and get yourself to run your finger sthrough his pretty hair, "so fucking good, thank you.”

"You're still clenching", he suddenly adds and you feel yourself tensing up as you look up at him because you, in fact, did not realize he could actually feel the soft aftermaths of your intense high.

"Do you want to go again, baby? If you want to, you just have to ask me. I'd even let you ride my face in the backseat in the middle of this parking lot if it was up to me, all you gotta do is say it", Kyoutani looks at you with big eyes as he slowly starts pulling his fingers out of your pussy, eliciting a soft whimper from you and making a wave of emptiness hit you.

You try to straighten your skirt again after properly pulling your panties back into place and when you look up at Kyoutani, you expect a lot but not the sight of him pushing his fingers into his mouth and sucking at them like his life depends on it.

“F-Fuck", you whine, pressing your thighs together as if you didn't just get fingered a couple of seconds ago.

“Hmm", he hums and pulls the digits out with a soft blop before placing them on your bottom lip, "you’ve got such a sweet, sweet pussy, pretty girl.

“Can’t wait to eat you out for hours", Kyou chuckles and pulls you closer by your chin as he places the softest kiss on your lips and pulls away again, wiping the excess spit onto his pants and then reaching for his seatbelt.

"Do you always do it like this?", you suddenly ask, your anxious thoughts getting the best of you yet again.

You start playing with the rings on your fingers as tense silence replaces the comfortable atmosphere and you hate yourself for asking such a blunt and random question just because your guilt has been fucking with you.

"What do you mean?", Kyoutani replies, eyes focused on the street ahead of him as he looks at you every now and then.

You gulp harshly, "do you always get intimate this fast?”

A beat of silence passes by, giving you the opportunity to make your question echo inside of your mind and before he even manages to process your words, you find yourself looking for anyway to save yourself.

“God, I don't even know why I am asking you this and you don't have to answer it. But I just – I can't stop overthinking this since I've literally never been with anyone but that stupid ex of mine and now I feel like I'm doing everything wrong. And- And stuff is happening too fast and on one side I want to ask you to do the dirtiest things to me because I've been craving this kind of attention for so long and we actually have chemistry but I also feel like a whore and even though I really like it when you call me one, it's just a little – overwhelming".

And when you finally finish your little outburst, a loud sigh falls past your lips before you finally get yourself to look at him again. Whereas Kyoutani just smiles at you, a soft blush on his cheeks and lips slightly swollen from his constant biting.

"Y/N", Kyou sighs softly, making you realize that he has stopped driving and surprisingly you manage to hold the intense eye-contact, "I've never been in a serious relationship because I got my heart broken by my childhood crush almost five years ago. The fact that I even considered taking you out on a date is proof enough about how much I want this – how much I want you.Please believe me when I say I'm serious about you. ”

You watch the way he undoes his seatbelt before turning his body to face you before he rubs the side of his pierced nose with his thumb.

“You're not a whore – well okay, you're my whore but that's not the point of what I'm trying to say", Kyou looks at you with his plump lips stretched into a cheeky smirk and of course you get incredibly flustered.

"I know we've only known each other for less than two days but fuck that. Fuck all that stereotypical shit which makes dating socially acceptable. We started off like this but who gives a fuck? I'll wreck your pussy and buy you flowers or bring you to the movies afterwards if I wanted to. It's nobody's business what we do and how we do it, as long as everything happens with mutual consent. And if it gets too much for you or you realize you're still into your ex or just not into me, we'll end things. That's it", are the last words he mumbles before he gives you one last look of reassurance and then finally – goes in for a kiss.

You're taken aback by the sudden feeling of his lips on yours but as soon as your head processes the current situation, you take a deep breath and close your eyes, shifting your whole focus to be on Kyoutani Kentarou and his sinfully pretty lips.

The kiss starts off slow, tender, almost innocent and pure, especially compared to what happened just a few minutes prior.

Kyoutani kisses the way he talks: with determination, dominance and in an incredibly consuming way. He makes it so easy for you to feel like the whole world is disappearing and all of a sudden every single worry in your head vanishes.

The way he shyly pushes his tongue into your mouth has your head spinning, his taste coating the muscle of your tongue in the most sinful way possible and you love how the jolts of pure arousal shoot through your body. As soon as he starts sucking on your bottom lip, a loud whine falls past your lips. Your hands find home at the sides of his tattooed neck, making it easier for you to deepen the kiss.

"I think that's enough for now, huh, baby?", he whispers against your swollen lips and you gulp harshly, subconsciously nodding even though you barely registered his words.

"Let's go now because we're both not ready to fuck just yet, which will most likely happen if we don't stop now", Kyoutani adds and the fact he included himself has your chest blossom with the sweetest warmth.

To say that Kyoutani Kentarou has changed your life without you even realizing, would be the best way to describe the development of your relationship with the tattoo artist.

Some people may say his presence has been affecting you in ways not everyone would approve, but that’s something you’ve stopped bothering about weeks ago.

Because despite your skepticism and doubts in the beginning, you’ve now come to enjoy every single moment.

When you fell in love with Yuuji back in high school, you were convinced there was no way for any other person to be as good of a partner as him. Now, almost three years later, Kyoutani proved all your theories to be wrong.

Oh, and how he did it.

Kyoutani’s made it a tradition to wait for you after your lectures, coffee and some sort of sweets in his hands. You can’t deny that at first it did overwhelm you a little, after all you weren't used to such treatment by a male.

But as time went by, you also have become a lot more comfortable with those little yet so important gestures. Something that also surprised you in many ways was the amount of compliments Kyoutani threw your way.

Yuuji would tell you little "you're hot"s or "pretty"s whenever he was high or horny or – both, whereas Kyou looks at you for some time only to break into a huge smile and mumble sweet "you're so beautiful"s several times a day. And no matter how many times you get to hear those words, you always end up incredibly flustered and shyly thank him for it.

With the weeks passing by, you’ve become someone you've never thought you'd be.

However, the more you grow into said person, the bigger your love and respect for yourself has become.Which basically reminds you of the most important difference between Kyoutani and Yuuji.

Your ex and very first boyfriend always made you doubt your own worth, whereas the guy you're currently falling head over heels for has managed to make all those negative thoughts vanish. It's only been two months since you've met Kyoutani Kentarou but his impact on your life has been huge – in every aspect possible, especially when it comes to your sexual activity.

With your ex boyfriend, you’ve never been on the receiving end when it came to pleasure.

The process of having sex with him usually consisting of some sloppy kisses and him getting to stick his dick inside of you, only for him to last for barely a minute. You didn't mind it at the time; after all you were in love with him and if he was satisfied, so were you, even if you had to get yourself off after he was finished.

To Yuuji your pleasure was never really important or relevant, whereas Kyoutani’s number one priority seems to be your sexual satisfaction. There hasn't been a time where he asked you for a blow- or a hand job, not even after making you cum several times in a row with his fingers or his tongue only.

You'd always notice the way he'd grind into the surface underneath him, his deep moans against your hot, spasming cunt also one of the things which let you know that he was enjoying it as much as you, yet – nothing.

"This isn't about me, baby", he'd whisper into your ear after you had finally gotten yourself to ask him if he wanted to fuck your throat.

Nevertheless, Kyoutani keeps expanding the circle of your sexual experiences and at this point not one day passes by without him at least burying his fingers inside of you. However, none of you has tried or decided to give your current "relationship" some kind of label and even though Kyoutani has made his intentions pretty clear in the beginning, there's still something that bothers you about the lack of clarity.

"Why would you even think about shit like that, Y/N?", your best friend says and looks at you with her newly dyed black hair falling into her pretty face, "I mean – just the way he looks at you should be enough for you to know how much he actually likes you", she adds and instantly rolls her eyes when she receives another desperate and rather frustrated sigh in response from you before she grabs one of the boxes on the floor and disappears into the storage room behind the counter with a shake of her head at your behavior.

"Y/N, a ten out of ten coming right in", Sora, one of the prettiest girls you've ever laid your eyes on, who also happens to be your coworker, whispers your way as you start cleaning the work place in front of you.

And as you take a deep breath in order to calm your crazy thoughts, your eyes suddenly find the strong gaze of Kyoutani Kentarou, the unexpected sight making you gasp softly.

"Fuck, he's hot", Sora mumbles and you want to look at her, lift your head up and see the way she's drooling over the guy you've been falling for in the past few weeks but you just can't free yourself from him. And you know you're currently staring at him like he's some kind of science project or something like that but you can't help it, not when he looks like a walking sin.

His freshly dyed, silver buzzcut complimenting the color of his eyes, the leather of his pants hugging his strong thighs in the best way possible and in combination with his significant leather jacket he looks like the heartthrob described in every modern romance novel.

No wonder Sora has already started eye-fucking him; the only difference between the two of you being the fact that you actually know what his touch feels like.

And just like that a hot wave of arousal breaks down onto you, making your heartbeat pick up its pace to the point where you can barely hear anything from the loud thrumming inside your ears.

"Hello! Welcome to Wonderland, my name is Hayato Sora; what would you like to order?", are the words which suddenly pull you back to reality, and with a soft shake of your head you shift your attention to the scenario playing right in front of you.

"Hi, can I get a small, iced americano and that blueberry muffin right there, please?", Kyoutani orders, his voice as smooth and deep as usual and you love the way it makes your cunt clench in despair.

"Great choice! That will be 6.30 please", your coworker replies and gives Kyou another one of her famous smiles, whereas he only seems to have eyes for you.

"You may wait at the end of the counter, your order will be ready in a bit", "Thanks", the tattoo artist replies and gives the pretty faced girl one last, quick smile before turning his full attention to you.

"I know we said I'd pick you up after your shift but I finished my last client a little earlier than I expected so I thought I'd show up right after, I hope that's okay with you", Kyou says to you, running his pretty hand over his head.

You can literally feel Sora's shocked gaze boring into your side and within a second a dark feeling of discomfort fills your chest, making it a lot more difficult for you to lift your head and lock gazes with Kyoutani again.

"Are you okay, pretty girl?", Kyoutani asks and starts observing you with worry-filled eyes.

"Y-Yes", you reply and take another deep breath, the tension in the air suffocating you in the worst way possible and you can already feel yourself getting light-headed.

And just as you're about to continue, Sora's voice cuts you off: "Oh, you two know each other? How come?", she says, your eyes finding hers, the dark color around her iris suddenly becomes even darker in everything but a good way.

“Uhm, yes – this is Kyoutani Kentarou", you hesitate, not daring to look at him as the following words leave your lips, "he's a friend of mine.”

You can feel the air thickening right after your introduction; the tension is so thick and intenso so, you're sure you'd be able to cut it through with a knife.

"I see!", Sora says, a cocky smirk plastered to her pretty face as she shifts her gaze back to Kyoutani. The tattoo artist looks at you with big eyes and you can feel the disappointment and literal shock in his gaze burn into your skin.

"Then I'd actually really like to get to know you better, Kyoutani – mind if we exchanged numbers or Instagrams if you're more comfortable with that?", your colleague keeps going, playing with her long brown hair and blinking at the tall male like she is about to devour him alive.

And the amount of hate and disgust rushing through your body has chills running down your body.

"Yeah, sure", a deep voice suddenly replies and you can feel your chest tightening.

"Great, I'll go and grab my phone real quick!", Sora laughs, her fingers tracing Kyoutani's arm quickly before she disappears again.

"A friend, huh? Is that what I am to you, Y/N? A fucking friend?", Kyoutani hisses, his eyes observing your face for some answers and you want to look into his face and deny it but your anxiety is holding you back.

You can feel his anger through his sharp tone, the accusing words and the disappointment in his tone and the urge to cry takes over you; a thin veil of tears blocking your sight almost immediately.

"Do you fuck all of your friends, hm? Do all your friends get to finger you? Answer me, for fuck's sake!", he hisses and you let out a soft sob, not ready to deal with something like this in the middle of your work place with the possibility of your coworker seeing you like this.

"You could have just told me that you weren't as serious about us as me", Kyoutani suddenly spits, "but you knew I wouldn't have done all those things to you if you told me, right? Don't want to lose your little boy toy, yeah? It’s not like I fit your little college girl aesthetic anyway- You know what, Y/N? Go fuck yourself", are the last words he throws at you like they’re literal poison on his tongue as he ignores the way the tears stream down your cheeks because of how you're trying to calm down and find the right words.

But you...don’t say anything. You don’t stop him. All you do is watch.

You watch Kyoutani type his number into Sora's phone with his typical charming smile on his face before he winks at her and leaves the coffee shop without looking at you again.

And that’s when you know you fucked up.

– (A/N: So- there will be a part two to this because Tumblr acted up and told me 20k is too much for a fic. thank you so much for all the love and support, i truly appreciate it. feel free to leave any form of feedback if you did enjoy this monster of a fic. all the love, zade xx)

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#tattoo artist kyoutani makes me drool #HES SO RESPECTABLE FOR WHAT. IM CRYING #LIKE IN A GOOD WAY #he could spit in my mouth for all I care >:(#technically the coworker didn’t do anything wrong but I wanted to bang my head against the floor in pain #he’s so cute he’s so cute pls #also pls saeko is so hot

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