#jongin x Male reader

[flowerbunnyboo]

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staring: kai x male reader

summary: Mn stumbles upon into an unfamiliar bar not knowing what to expect but ends up getting his ass pounded in the bathroom by a sexy man

nsfw

a/n: so we have all seen Kai’s recent pics with chanyeol and suho and man he looks so big that I had an erection

The neon lights of the city cast an erotic glow over the dimly lit alleyway as Mn, his eyes heavy-lidded with lust, stumbled towards the pulsing beat emanating from within the club's walls. He had been drinking all evening, his inhibitions slowly melting away with each shot of whiskey downed at the bar. Tonight, he craved something more than just another meaningless hookup—tonight, he wanted to lose himself completely.

As he pushed open the heavy door, a wave of thumping bass and the scent of sweat and desire washed over him, immediately drawing him deeper into the heart of the establishment. The dance floor was a sea of writhing bodies, slick with perspiration, their movements a sensual display of primal need.

Amidst the chaos, Mn's gaze locked onto a striking figure standing near the bar—tall, lean, with chiseled features that seemed carved from marble. His dark hair fell in disheveled waves across his forehead, contrasting starkly against the pale skin of his throat, which glistened with a sheen of moisture. Those piercing emerald eyes, however, were what truly captured Mn's attention, burning with an intensity that sent shivers down his spine.

Intrigued, Mn made his way through the crowd, his steps growing more confident with each passing moment. As he drew closer, he noticed the man's lips, full and inviting, curled into a subtle smirk, as if he too sensed the magnetic pull between them. Without breaking eye contact, Mn leaned in close, his breath hot against the stranger's ear as he whispered, "Hey there, handsome." The words hung in the air for a moment before the man turned, his emerald gaze meeting Mn's with a spark of recognition and undeniable attraction.

"I'm Mn," he offered, extending a hand in greeting. The stranger accepted it, his touch electrifying as they shook hands.

"Kai," he replied, his deep voice sending a thrill through Mn's body. There was something undeniably captivating about this mysterious individual, a raw sensuality that left Mn breathless and wanting more.

Without another word, Kai reached out, his fingers trailing along Mn's jawline before cupping his cheek. Mn's pulse quickened under Kai's gentle touch, his mind clouding with desire as he leaned into the intimate gesture. In that instant, the world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in a whirlpool of lust and unspoken promises.

Kai's eyes never left Mn's as he guided him toward the back of the club, past the pulsating speakers and writhing dancers. They navigated through a maze of dark corridors until finally, they found themselves in a secluded room, dimly lit by a single flickering bulb.

With a low growl, Kai pressed Mn against the wall, his hard body pinning him in place as their mouths crashed together in a frenzy of tongues and teeth. Mn moaned into the kiss, his hands roaming over Kai's muscular frame, exploring every contour and ridge with a sense of reverence.

Mn's fingers tangled in Kai's dark locks as he deepened the kiss, swallowing the man's groans of pleasure. Kai's hands roamed lower, grasping at Mn's hips and tugging him harder against the wall. The rough fabric of Kai's shirt rubbed against Mn's sensitive nipples, sending jolts of electricity straight to his throbbing cock.

Breaking the kiss, Kai trailed his lips down Mn's neck, nipping and sucking at the tender flesh. Mn arched his head back, offering more access as he gasped for air. "Fuck, you taste so good," Kai murmured against Mn's skin, his hot breath igniting a fire within him.

Desperation took hold as Mn fumbled with the buttons of Kai's shirt, desperate to feel those chiseled muscles beneath his fingertips.

With a swift tug, Mn ripped open Kai's shirt, revealing a torso that could have been sculpted by the gods. His eyes widened at the sight, drinking in the expanse of smooth, tanned skin and the trail of dark hair leading down to Kai's waistband. Kai chuckled low in his throat, a sound that vibrated through Mn's entire being.

"You like what you see?" Kai asked, his voice dripping with arrogance and sexuality. Mn nodded mutely, unable to form coherent words as he reached out to trace the lines of Kai's abs with trembling fingers.

Kai captured Mn's wrist, guiding his hand lower until his palm rested against the prominent bulge straining against his jeans.

Mn whimpered, his knees buckling slightly as Kai's thick cock prodded insistently at his entrance. With a swift thrust, Kai buried himself to the hilt inside Mn, filling him completely. Mn cried out, his voice echoing off the walls as he struggled to adjust to the overwhelming sensation of being stretched and claimed so thoroughly.

Kai set a brutal pace, pounding into Mn with relentless force. Each powerful stroke sent shockwaves of pleasure rippling through Mn's core, his vision blurring at the edges as he teetered on the brink of ecstasy. "Harder!" Mn begged, his nails digging into the wall as he pushed back against Kai's thrusts.

Kai obliged, his grip on Mn's hips tightening as he drove into him with savage abandon.

Mn's world narrowed to the feeling of Kai's cock splitting him open, each merciless plunge sending him careening toward the edge of oblivion. His balls tightened, a familiar pressure building at the base of his spine as his orgasm approached with lightning speed.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" Mn gasped, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. Kai's response was a guttural growl, his rhythm faltering for a split second before he slammed into Mn with renewed vigor.

That final thrust which Mn needed, his climax crashing over him like a wave. He screamed Kai's name, his body convulsing as spurt after spurt of hot cum painted the wall beside him. Through it all, Kai continued to move within him, chasing his own release with single-minded determination.

With a final, brutal thrust, Kai buried himself deep inside Mn's channel and let out a roar of completion. Wave after wave of scorching seed flooded Mn's insides, marking him irrevocably as Kai's. Mn collapsed against the wall, his legs giving out from the sheer force of his orgasm.

For several long moments, they remained entwined, panting heavily as they slowly came back to reality. Finally, Kai withdrew, his softening cock slipping free of Mn's well-fucked hole with a wet squelch. Mn whimpered at the loss, already missing the delicious fullness Kai had provided.

Kai turned Mn to face him, his emerald eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he traced a finger along Mn's flushed cheek. "You were incredible."

Kai's praise sent a warm glow through Mn's chest, his heart swelling with pride and affection. He leaned into Kai's touch, craving more of the tender attention. "You weren't so bad yourself," Mn teased, a lazy grin spreading across his face.

As they caught their breath, Mn's thoughts began to drift toward the future, imagining all the ways he could indulge in Kai's company again and again. The possibilities were endless, limited only by their creativity and desire.

Kai seemed to read Mn's mind, a mischievous glint sparkling in his eyes. "We're just getting started, sweetheart," he purred, his voice low and promising. "I plan to keep you very busy indeed."

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[justluxy]

First Time - Part 2

Original story on wattpad by Selenebelduke

Kim Jongin x Bottom Male reader

Where Jongin wants to have sex with y/n but he is shy and insecure about his body

Warnings: Sex, blowjob (Jongin receiving again) insecure reader

...

-Kai... What... about... we... think... about... this... carefully? - You asked between kisses, trying to escape from the situation you had gotten yourself into. You guys were on Jongin's bed, on your knees, kissing as if it was the last day of your lives.

Did you regret giving him a blowjob in the park? No way! It was the hottest moment of your life. You only wish you had thought better of it though, because you knew starting that would only end with your ass being destroyed by Jongin's big cock.

-No - he replied, moving away from you to begin removing his shirt, revealing his toned, muscular torso. He was like a sculpture; perfect and beautiful. You could only think about how the hell you got a boyfriend as hot as Jongin.

He took advantage of the moment when you were admiring his body to take off your shirt, and immediately, you covered your chest with your arms, feeling like your body was nothing compared to Jongin's beautiful body

-It's okay baby -he said, caressing your arms softly, then moving them away from your chest -I already told you; you are beautiful and your body is just as beautiful as you. You have nothing to be ashamed of. For me, you are the hottest man in the whole world, and I can't wait to fuck you -he finished with a smile before attacking your nipples.

He used one hand to pinch one nipple, while using his mouth to suck the other, giving little bites, which were driving you crazy. You could only try to hold back your moans as you felt Jongin's hot, wet tongue do whatever he wanted to you

You were so lost in the new sensations his tongue was awakening in you, that you readily cooperated when he began to remove your pants and boxers, leaving you totally exposed. You were completely embarrassed, aroused, and hard, and that only got worse when you felt Jongin's hands squeeze your ass cheeks hard. You also took advantage of his arousal to start removing the jeans he was wearing

-You're a little anxious, are you? - Jongin asked, mockingly, lifting his legs to help you take off his jeans, leaving him only in his boxers.

-Fuck everything, I want you to fuck me now - You said putting your hand inside his underwear to start jerking him off.

-Relax, I have all night to destroy that ass - he laughed as he moved his hands to the back of your neck-. For now, why don't you come down and do some magic with that pretty tongue? - he said, separating himself from you to push you down until you were lying on your stomach, with his hard and big cock in front of your face

You didn't waste a second and started kissing his cock outside his boxers. Even with the underwear covering him, you could feel how hot and hard he was, eager to get out. You continued to kiss Jongin's cock over his underwear, giving it small bites and licks, teasing him only to hear grunts from him. Then you quickly pulled down his boxers, causing his cock to bounce free, giving you a small slap on the cheek

Jongin couldn't stand the torturous wait any longer and grabbed you by the hair to direct your mouth directly to his hard cock

-Open your mouth- he ordered in such an authoritative tone that it caused you to obey him instantly. This time he didn't wait for you to adjust to his size; not caring if it made you gag or not, he shoved his entire cock into your mouth all at once

He began to thrust into your mouth in a frantic rhythm, letting out loud grunts, feeling his long cock in your mouth. The force of his thrusts was so strong that you had to hold onto his thighs for support to keep your elbows from giving way due to the position you were in. You felt Jongin increase the speed of his thrusts and you closed your eyes in complete ecstasy, knowing you were about to receive his hot cum.

When the time came, he didn't stop thrusting into your mouth, not wanting to give up the pleasure that was coming from there. He just finished inside and pressed your head against his cock to get it in deeper. You swallowed every drop of the sweet cum that came out of him and licked his cock, making sure there was no trace left

Jongin stood up, finished removing his boxers and walked over to the nightstand, taking out a small bottle of what looked like lube. He then got back into bed with you, leaving you to await further orders

When he arrived, he turned you around and ordered you to hold your legs against your chest. You did as he told you, but not before hesitating for a few seconds because of embarrassment. Then he positioned himself between your legs, took the little bottle and covered his fingers with the clear, cold liquid

-This is going to feel uncomfortable at first, baby. Just hold on for a moment - he asked as he traced circles around your hole - You're so tight... I love it - he gave you a smile, causing you to blush. At that moment, Jongin inserted a finger, making you hiss at the discomfort and coldness of the liquid. It was different than what you expected, but having him kissing you distracted you from that strange feeling

He began to slowly push his finger in and out, earning small moans from you. When he felt you were loose enough, he inserted another finger and began to move both digits in at a firmer and deeper pace, earning a soft moan this time. The second finger had caused some pain, but Jongin knew how to calm you down, whispering sweet phrases in your ear like; "You're doing great," "You're doing amazing," "Almost there, just hold on a little longer."

When he could no longer ignore the need to be inside you, Jongin pulled his fingers out and reached for the lube again, pouring a big amount onto his cock, covering it completely to ensure it would enter more easily. He brought his cock close to your hole and took your legs to put them on his shoulders. He made small penetrating movements to mentally prepare you for what was to come and quickly began to press it

-Are you ready?

-Y-Yeah - You answered, starting to kiss him as you felt his cock making its way inside your ass. - God, this hurts so much - You said, breaking the kiss and covering your face with your arm.

Jongin stopped and removed your arm, ordering you to look into his eyes. -I want to see your beautiful face as I enter you y/n. I need to know I’m not hurting you - he whispered, pushing his cock deeper until his balls hit your ass cheeks. The whole process, he stared intensely into your eyes, enjoying the way yourface contorted in pleasure, knowing you wouldn’t look away.

You guys stayed in that position for a while, looking straight into each other's eyes and giving each other little kisses every now and then. When you were ready, you nodded slightly and murmured, "I'm ready." Jongin slowly pulled his cock out until it was all the way out except the tip, then just as slowly pushed it back in, making you see stars.

-Fuck...- you gasped

-Do you like it? - he asked, smiling when you nodded. He immediately kissed your cheek to try and distract you from the pain, because he knew your ass was hurting like hell.

...

Jongin took your hand and squeezed it tightly as he thrust into your entrance

-You're so tight, baby - he said, visibly fascinated - Your ass is fucking perfect, I could fuck you for hours and hours

-Then do it, Kai. Don't hold back. Go faster, please - You asked, lost in pleasure, feeling Jongin's huge cock enter mercilessly and destroying your ass.

-As you wish - he joked, letting go of your hand and then placing his hands on your thighs, getting a better grip. Jongin increased the force and depth of his thrusts, letting out moans every time his cock was fully inside you. During that time, all you could think about was how that big cock was tearing your ass apart.

Soon, the pleasure he was getting from going at that speed wasn't enough for him, so he started thrusting with superhuman strength, fucking you mercilessly, hitting a special spot inside of you

-Fuck, Jongin, keep hitting me there! - You asked between gasps, grabbing onto his muscular arms, feeling him obey you and hitting that spot over and over again

-Do you like it, babe? - he asked, leaving a kiss on your cheek, sketching a beautiful smile when he saw you nod frantically. After several minutes of that brutal fucking, a familiar sensation formed in the lower part of your stomach

-Kai, I'm going to finish! - You said, only to feel his hand close around your cock a few moments later and jerking you off quickly.

-Okay, you can finish y/n - he whispered as you came in his hand, shooting several jets of hot cum between your bodies. Seeing Jongin's abdomen covered in your hot seed was pure heaven

He continued to thrust vehemently for a few seconds, causing you to moan from the overstimulation. He grabbed your face with one hand and made you look into his eyes until he couldn't hold back, and then he came inside of you. You could only moan as you felt the jets of hot cum pouring inside of you

Jongin gave a few more thrusts, spreading his seed inside of you, and then he let out a satisfied sigh. He waited until you was a little bit numb to remove his cock, knowing that even though you had enjoyed yourself, your ass felt like hell right now

After taking out his member, he stood up, grabbed a towel and wiped your cum off his chest. Then he came back to the bed and, after cleaning the cum on your chest, he lay down next to you, hugging you with his muscular arms

When he caught his breath, he asked -How do you feel, baby?

-Still- I still feel you inside me and I can clearly feel your hot cum leaking out of me... I love it - You replied, somewhat embarrassed by your own words - I enjoyed it very much, thanks Kai

-I told you you'd do great. You were amazing, and it felt incredible to be inside you - he whispered, kissing you

-I should've listened to you before - you answered smiling between kisses

-Would you say this is the best sex you've ever had in your life? - he asked mockingly, playing with the cum leaking out of you. You groaned in pain

-Kai, that hur- Jongin! - You exclaimed as you felt him carelessly insert a finger into your very sensitive and sore hole.

-I asked you a question, yes or no? - he demanded an answer in an authoritative tone, kissing you roughly

-It's the only sex I've ever had in my life but yes... it was amazing! - You moaned this last part, closing your eyes and holding on to his shoulders tightly, trying to ignore the finger that entered and left your insides with incredible speed and ease thanks to the cum that was still inside

-Okay, babe, then get ready, because tonight I'm going to fuck you hard enough for you to compare all you want - Jongin murmured as he began to nibble on your neck, this time, inserting a second and third finger inside your sore entrance, making you want to scream due to the overwhelming sensation.

Now yeah; You're screwed...

[kcake555]

Kai cake 🍰

EXO

[mint-yooxgi]

Rover - Spy!Jongin X Reader X Yandere!Spy!Kai

Twin!AU, Spy!AU & Yandere!AU - Based off of Kai's Mini Album Rover

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst, Tragedy, Smut

Pairing: Jongin X Reader X Kai

Words: 25,600

Warnings: Violence: physical and gun related, blood and injuries, unhealthy relationships, allusions to cheating (but not actually in that particular context), major deaths, assault and mentions of sexual trafficking. Smut: Dub-Con (there is explicit consent, but it's immediately negated due to the fact that OC is misled to believe she is consenting to her husband when it is not actually him; unknowing infidelity), oral (fem. rec), praise, body worship, dirty talk, very sensual and intimate. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: *Ding ding ding* @ninibears-erigom come get your dinner!! Hehehe, anyways, this is heavily inspired by Kai's third mini album and the subsequent MVs/Films for it. I'm a little hesitant posting it cause of the dub-con aspect, but this is a much darker fic than I usual write and I really like how it turned out. Also, please don't come in my inbox saying OC is stupid for not realizing things, I don't wanna hear it lmaoo anyways, as always feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!~

P.S. Please don't let this flop guys. If you enjoyed it, please reblog!!!

“What’s your position from the target?” A deep voice sounds in your ear, but you appear to pay him no mind.

“Twenty metres.” Comes your low reply, taking a sip from the crystalline glass held in your hand.

“Whenever you’re ready: approach.” Another male responds, and you can feel his eyes locked onto your figure from the side of the room.

Carefully, you place the champagne flute in your hand onto a side table, weaving your way through the crowd. People hardly notice you, too wrapped up in their own worlds to see nothing but a fleeting shadow dancing in the corner of their vision.

You smirk.

A moment later, and you feel someone bump into your front, spilling wine all over your satin gown.

“Pardon me,” a rough voice greets your ears as you wear an expression of shock.

“It’s all my fault, I wasn’t watching where I was going,” you smile sheepishly, curling in on yourself as hushed whispers and pointed glances are sent your way.

“Be more careful next time, lass,” he responds with a firm nod of his head before turning away.

A waiter offers you a napkin to begin cleaning yourself off with, of which you accept graciously as you begin to walk away.

Little does anyone notice the smirks that tug subtly on either one of your faces.

A shrill scream reaches your ears as a dull thud echoes around the room. The music from the string quartet stops abruptly, people gathering in a circle around a now convulsing body. Not just any body, but the body of the man you had just ‘accidentally’ bumped into.

Not even a second later, the body stills, laying dead upon the floor.

Turning down one of the side hallways of the banquet hall, you appear to slip into the bathroom to freshen up. Only, you mange to slip out of the side door instead.

The cool night air is crisp against your skin, hands immediately coming up to grasp your arms for warmth. That cloth is still held in your hand, but you’ve long since given up attempting to save your dress. There’s no use, anyways. You’ve done what you’ve came here to do, so now all that’s left is to rendezvous at the meeting point, and call it a night.

“Did you get the rest of the information we needed?” That same deep voice from earlier echoes through your little earpiece, but you know he’s not talking to you for the moment.

“Signed, sealed, and delivered.” The other answers just as you hear the same door you exited out of creak open behind you.

Sparing a glance over your shoulder, you see that same waiter step out of the building. A smirk pulls at his lips as he sees you, loosening the first few buttons on his shirt as he approaches.

“God, I don’t know how these servers wear these things all night,” he grumbles, fingering the tie looser to ease it from his neck.

You grin, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he steps in front of you. “Well, I think you look very handsome.”

“At your service, My Lady,” he grins right back, a teasing glint shining within his eyes as he wraps his arms around your waist.

A small silence settles over the both of you as you begin to lean in to one another. You stare deeply into his soft brown eyes, lips quirking as he squeezes your waist gently in his hold.

“If you two are done flirting with each other, we have a job to finish.” A sharp voice interrupts the moment you had been having with your husband.

“Yeah, yeah,” you roll your eyes, turning to face the second male who now stands at the end of the alleyway. A male who is identical in every way to the one who still stands behind you, save for a small mole on the back of his neck, directly beneath his hairline. “We’re coming."

“Just because you don’t have a wife, Kai, doesn’t mean that I’m not allowed to appreciate mine.” Again, his arms slide around your waist, resting his chin over your one shoulder.

Kai’s jaw tenses, lips pursing as his frown deepens.

“Jongin, don’t boast.” You poke said male’s arm lightly while letting out a soft giggle. “It’s unbecoming of you.”

“It’s never stopped him before,” Kai mumbles, crossing his arms over his chest. Then, without waiting for either one of you to respond, he continues, “Come on, let’s get going.”

Without another word, the three of you are heading down the alleyway and towards a sleek black car. 

The all leather interior is cool against your skin as you slide into the backseat, a chill running down your spine.

Kai’s eyes flash in the rearview mirror, a silent puff of air escaping him as your husband doesn’t even seem to notice.

“There’s a blanket under the passenger seat if you’re cold.” He states, somewhat gruffly as the engine purrs to life.

The lights illuminate the path before you, and without waiting another second, Kai speeds out of the alleyway, racing off into the night.

“Stop taking better care of my wife than me.” Jongin grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest somewhat childishly. “Get your own."

“Maybe if you payed better attention to her, I wouldn’t fucking have to.” Kai remarks, weaving in and out through other cars as he heads for the agency you all work for across the city.

“Boys,” you tut, shaking your head in amusement. A moment later, and that blanket is wrapped around your figure. It’s surprisingly warm. “We’ve just got to find your  older brother a partner of his own to worry about, and then he won’t have to worry about me.”

Briefly, his eyes glance at you again within the rearview mirror.

Impossible. He’ll always worry about you, since his brother never seems to want to.

“What type of person are you in to, Kai?” You lean forward, resting your arm on the back of Jongin’s seat as you look towards the elder of the two.

“You ask me this every time.” He grumbles, hands tightening on the steering wheel.

“And you never have an answer for me.” You reply with an amused hum, somewhat knowingly. “Do you fancy men, women, both, or any type of person there is?”

Jongin quirks a brow, shaking his head while muttering about your incessant need to find his brother a life partner.

“Why is it you really want to know?” Kai shoots a look towards you out of the corner of his eyes, lips quirking as he pulls off of the highway. “Worried you might make yourself jealous?”

A loud, boisterous laugh falling from your painted lips greets his ears. You even go so far as to pat his shoulder a few times in jest, wiping at your eyes with your free hand as if you had tears gathering at the corners.

“Now, why would knowing you fancy someone make me jealous?” You remove your hand. “You know I’m married, right?”

That damn ring of yours glinting beneath the artificial lights illuminating the street he drives down mocks him, the matching one sitting proudly on Jongin’s own hand. A ring which should have been on his finger instead.

Kai grits his teeth. “How could I ever forget?”

“No, I want to know your type so I can set you up with someone,” you say, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Perhaps Shinobu from logistics, or my friend Sunmin.”

He blinks, staring blankly ahead as he turns into the entrance to the underground parking lot for your agency. “I’m perfectly happy on my own.”

“Your comments about our marriage suggest otherwise,” Jongin grumbles just as Kai pulls into a spot.

Your brow quirks, but you say nothing as you exit the vehicle.

As soon as your foot touches the concrete flooring, the engine is cut, the two males stepping out to join you immediately after. Jongin instantly has his arm around your waist, helping to guide you inside of the building.

The whole time you walk inside and to the elevator, you can feel Kai’s eyes on you. However, little do you realize the way his shoulder still tingles from your touch mere minutes before.

The ride up to the main facility is silent, both males flanking you on either side. The only difference is, Jongin has his hand placed lowly on your back, even with that blanket still resting over your shoulders. It’s faint, but the material smells of jasmine and a certain type of musk you can’t quite put your finger on. All that you do know, is it smells incredible, and you find yourself leaning in to catch that scent more often that not. 

A fact of which Kai picks up on.

A subtle smirk pulls at his lips as he sees you wrap that blanket tighter around yourself as the elevator doors slide open with a slight ding. The fact that you lean into it, wanting to smell more of him mixed with you sets his heart racing in his chest.

Now, if only he could have you smelling like that naturally.

“I’m going to go change, and then I’ll meet you boys in the boss’ office.” You say, voice managing to pull both of them out of their thoughts for the moment.

A nod is all you receive from Jongin as you turn to place a gentle kiss onto his cheek. Pulling away, you smile softly at Kai before heading down a separate hallway and towards your own private office at the one end of the facility.

As soon as you disappear from sight, Kai is shooting a pointed look at his younger brother.

“You didn’t even ask if she was okay.” His tone is pointed, disproval heavy in his gaze.

“Oh, don’t give me that crap.” Jongin rolls his eyes, already heading down the opposite hallway and towards their boss’ office. “You didn’t either.”

“At least I noticed she was cold.” Kai huffs, eyes narrowing at the back of his brother’s head as he follows after Jongin.

“If she was cold she would have said something.” Jongin replies nonchalantly as he tucks his hands into his pockets. Taking another step, he rounds on his brother. “Stop meddling in our affairs. What my wife and I do is none of your concern.”

“It is when you don’t fucking treat her properly.” Kai seethes, pushing Jongin harshly against the wall using his forearm. “Did you even notice that bastard didn’t even fucking apologize for spilling his drink all over her? Or were you just too busy eye-fucking his wife.”

“We got the job done, didn’t we?” Jongin spits, shoving his brother off of him.

“You’re fucking lucky we know what we’re dong.” Kai snaps, brushing past his twin with a harsh knock into his shoulder. “Why did you even bother to join this agency if all you ever do is complain about the jobs we get told to do, and the covers you get assigned?”

Of course, Kai knows exactly why Jongin does everything he does. It’s to prove that he always gets what he wants. At least, everything that Kai has ever desired. It’s not like Jongin actually likes the same things as his elder twin, he just wants to prove that he can take whatever it is that Kai wants for himself. Yet, whenever Kai points it out, no one believes him. Instead, they fall for Jongin’s little innocent act. Every. Single. Time.

To say Kai is frustrated would be an understatement. If he needed a new phone, Jongin’s always had to come first. If he wanted to follow a specific career path, Jongin did everything in his power to prove how much smarter, how much better he is at it than him.

The final straw had been you.

Kai had been smitten ever since he first laid his eyes on you in high school. Only, Jongin took notice of the fact of yet another person his twin had desired and made it his mission to get you first. Kai had lost many friends and lovers throughout the years because of this, but he thought you would be different. You had never played into Jongin’s tricks, so Kai couldn’t help but hope that finally, he could claim someone as his own. Someone who he had always desired above everyone else. Someone whom he loves.

That’s when the two of you announced you were getting married. With the same damn set of rings Kai had wanted to use to propose to you someday, too.

Kai had seen red that day, taking the most intensive and erotic bender of his entire life. It took him days to recover, and when he did, he was never the same man.

None of these other women were you. No one else mattered to him but you.

Yet, he couldn’t hurt you. No, never you. He couldn’t ruin your own happiness for his own selfish gains. Not like his brother. So, no matter how badly it pained him to watch you walk down that aisle in a dress he only ever dreamed you’d be wearing for him, he grinned and bared it. All because he loves you. More than anything.

The worst part? You don’t even realize how badly Jongin treats you. At least, in Kai’s opinion.

Jongin doesn’t bring you your favourite flowers on your birthday like he does. Jongin doesn’t remember your favourite take-out order when you’re feeling down. Hell, Jongin can’t even offer you the love that you have always deserved like Kai can.

If only you could see that, too.

Sitting within the boss’ office with his brother is tense, the elder woman leaning against her desk with her arms crossed over her chest. Her stern gaze looks over the both of them sharply, the usb they were required to use to hack the system of the banquet held firmly in her one hand.

“Do one of you want to tell me how this got destroyed?” Her tone is pointed, and they both know she won’t accept a bullshit answer.

A moment of silence before Jongin is letting out a loud sigh. “I told him to be more careful, but this idiot managed to crush it while subduing the waiter he was supposed to be impersonating.”

Kai’s nostril’s flare.

“You were the one that insisted that he take out the waiter instead so he could ‘keep an eye on his wife’. If I remember correctly.” He seethes, nothing but malice in his gaze as he glares at his brother.

“Jongin trusts his wife with his own life, why would he need to babysit one of our top two agents?” Their boss, Quincy, replies bluntly.

“Oh, is that what he told you?” Kai scoffs, sitting back in his seat as he rolls his eyes.

“I’m getting real sick and fucking tired of your attitude, Kai.” Her gaze sharpens, turning the full intensity of her heated glare onto him. “You may be the other half of our top two agents, but every day you push your luck.”

“If it weren’t for Jongin’s fuck up tonight, I wouldn’t have had to hack into the security mainframe manually, and we could have been out of there sooner.” Kai shifts in his seat once more, gripping the arms of his chair tightly beneath his fingers.

“Your purpose in these dual missions is to give each other an alibi should people start getting suspicious.” Quincy looks between the both of them, her lips pursed in a tight line. “We can’t keep your covers hidden if the both of you don’t cooperate. You’re brothers for crying out loud. Act like it.”

“I don’t know what you know about brotherly love, boss,” Jongin chuckles, “but we’ve never had it.”

“Then you better learn some before one of you ends up dead.” She huffs. “I know someone who would be devastated if they were to learn of at least one of your deaths.”

The pointed look she sends Jongin has a white hot fury flooding Kai’s veins at how unbothered his twin looks by this statement. Not only that, but a tightness begins welling inside his chest, heart aching at the truth behind those words.

He swallows thickly.

Just then, a knock sounds on the door. A second later, and you pop your head in, entering the room in a fresh pair of pants and a new shirt.

“Good. You’re here.” Quincy nods, pushing herself off of her desk and walking behind it so that she can take a seat. “Now, the three of you,” she looks between you all, “give me the rundown of your latest assignment.”

Stepping over beside Jongin, you perch yourself on the one arm of his chair as you meet Quincy’s gaze across from you.

“Target: William Darcey, eliminated.” You begin, pulling out a small pin no bigger than the size of a pill capsule. Leaning forward, you place the empty container on the edge of her desk. “The new toxin Jeremy developed works like a charm. Dropped dead within a minute of being administered, and looked like a seizure to boot.”

“Excellent.” She nods her approval. “As always, it’s what I expect from you, and you always deliver.”

“Thank you, Ma’am.” You nod back, keeping your head tilted forward in gratitude for a moment longer.

“I expect none of you were discovered.” Briefly, she looks over all three of you.

“If we were, we are unaware of it.” Jongin answers her, his hand moving to settle on your lower back.

The way you lean into his touch has Kai tensing in his seat beside you.

“My moles haven’t heard anything. Darcey was pronounced dead at the banquet, by natural causes.” Quincy shuffles some papers on her desk. “The information Kai managed to hack gives us our final target. The man pulling the strings behind this entire operation we’re attempting to shut down. Already, our Zero Division has moved to rescue those who have been trafficked by Don Vanderleen. The rescue is underway as we speak.”

“Are operations running as usual?” You inquire, and you notice her eyes flash. You shrink in your spot, noticing the disappearance of Jongin’s comforting touch. Though, you’re not the only one that does. “My apologies, Ma’am. I should have known better.”

“Next time, don’t interrupt until I’m finished.” She places the papers in her hands rather firmly on top of her desk.

You can only avert your gaze to the floor as Kai shifts once more in his seat.

His fingers twitch, longing to comfort you like he knows his brother should be doing right now. Even if it’s as little as his hand on your back, he would offer you his support in any way he can, not take it away.

“As I was saying,” another sharp look is sent your way by Quincy, “in two days’ time, Don Vanderleen will be attending the ballet Swan Lake at the Holly Theatre. We have already reserved the booth seats for you and Jongin to attend with him. You’ll be covering as two private investors interested in his more personal affairs.” She looks at you when she says this, shifting her gaze to the man sitting to your left in the next second. “Kai, you are expected to perform the assassination from the rooftop through the large domed ceiling. We will not tolerate failure. Not when we’ve been working towards this goal for the past two years. It’s time we bring this warlord to justice.”

Immediately, the three of you are nodding your understanding, accepting the files she hands you from across her desk. Your alibis, new cover profiles, as well as all the information on who you’re going to be sitting with, interacting with, and how you will be acting are all included inside.

“Learn this inside and out,” Quincy states, leaning back in her chair and observing the three of you carefully. Then, she turns her sharp gaze towards both you and Jongin. “Tomorrow, you’ll be fitted for your outfits. Don’t be late.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” You reply for the both of you.

“Until then,” she turns away from you to begin riffling through the one drawer of her desk. “Dismissed.”

The three of you do not need to be told twice. 

Standing, you all exit the room. Jongin leads, not even bothering to wait for you as Kai holds the door open. You smile slightly in thanks, and from that simply action alone, Kai can feel his heart attempting to beat right out of his chest. At least he knows that if anything were to happen, he will take much better care of you than his brother can.

Catching up with Jongin, you fall into step beside him. Casually, he wraps his arm around your waist, not even bothering to look in your direction as he does so.

Stopping in the main hall, you turn to face Kai once more.

“Thanks for covering for his ass tonight.” You meet Kai’s gaze as you poke Jongin in the side of the ribs. “I swear he’s never outgrown his baby stage.”

“Oh, so, you’ve noticed, too?” Kai quirks a brow, a grin tugging at his features.

“Hey!” Jongin whines, lips tugging downwards in a pout before pulling upwards in a smirk. Leaning in, he whispers in your ear loud enough for his brother to hear, “that’s not what you were saying last night.”

Kai’s jaw twitches, and he has to restrain himself from clocking his brother right in front of you at this very moment. He knows what Jongin is trying to do, and he won’t give him the satisfaction of seeing him snap.

“Jongin,” you hit his side, averting your gaze so sweetly as you do so.

If only Kai could make you react like that. Oh, what he wouldn’t give to see you so bashful because of him. Him, and only him.

“Anyways,” you clear your throat, noticing how the elevator opens before you. Jongin must have called it while you weren’t looking. “We should get going, but did you need-“

“Come on, Darlin’,” Jongin tugs you into the elevator beside him. “I’ve had a long day, and I want to get home.”

You blink in mild shock, attempting to turn back towards Kai to finish offering him a ride home since you all drove in together this morning. Only, before another word can so much as leave you, Jongin is turning you towards himself and pressing his lips against your own as he cups your face.

The last thing Kai sees before the elevator doors close in his face is your surprised face before you’re completely melting into the kiss. The fact that he could just tell his brother had been watching his reaction out of the corner of his eyes sets his blood boiling.

Heading towards the stairs, Kai harshly slams the door open. His fists are clenched by his side as he begins to rush down them, the familiar burning of tears igniting behind his eyes. With how tight his jaw is clenched, he’s surprised his teeth don’t crack from the pressure.

Jongin is ruthless: dangling you in front of Kai like some toy. Viewing you as some grand prize to hold over his older brother every chance he gets. Only, that’s what Jongin doesn’t understand. You are not some toy. You are not an object to be owned and used as he pleases. 

That is what angers Kai the most. Jongin doesn’t even view you as a person, but simply another conquest that he can hold over his twin. A trophy to display whenever and however he wants, just to hurt Kai as much as possible.

If only you weren’t so blinded by your own emotions.

Emotions which shine clearly in your eyes as you pull away to stare deeply into Jongin’s own. The silence in the elevator is comforting, and the soft smile you see painting his features as he looks at you sets your heart racing.

You chuckle. “I wish you would stop doing that.”

“Doing what?” He hums innocently, his arms once more wrapped around your waist, and holding you flush against him.

“Kissing me so suddenly,” you poke his chest lightly. “If you want to kiss me, just ask.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” He grins, leaning in to peck your lips one more time.

You roll your eyes playfully as you hear the familiar chime of the elevator doors opening.

Stepping out, Jongin follows close behind, grabbing your hand in his own. He swings your arms gently between the both of you as you walk to the car, pulling the keys out of your pocket and unlocking it quickly. You part only to slide into the seats, hands immediately finding one another over the console once you’re both settled inside.

Jongin turns to you, a tender look in his eyes. “Stay with me until sunrise?”

You smile, heart warming at the secret code you made for each other ever since your wedding night. A code which lets you know that you not only love one another, but will stay with each other until the end of time.

“Only if we get to watch the sunset.”

Pulling out of the parking garage, you take off down the road. The drive home is quick, quaint in the silence that settles around the both of you. Yet, with the comforting way he squeezes your hand, you wouldn’t want it any other way.

***

The next morning, you wake to an empty bed.

Pulling yourself up and tossing off the covers, you’re quick to get ready for the day. Jongin must already be up and waiting for you, opting to have let you sleep in for a little while longer.

Once you reach the kitchen, you’re surprised to see no sight of Jongin waiting for you. Not even a note has been written for you in attempts to explain his whereabouts.

Your brow furrows in slight worry. He couldn’t have left without you already, right? It wouldn’t be extremely odd for him to; not completely out of the ordinary. The last time he did something like this though, was at the very beginning of your relationship. Back when you were still learning everything there was to know about each other.

After having a quick breakfast, you begin to make your way towards the agency. You hope beyond everything that Jongin is already there waiting for you, and not having decided to just up and disappear. You know that he hates fitting days, but you never thought he’d run out on you like this.

Stepping through the door to the clothing department reveals Nancy waiting patiently for you behind her desk. Her sewing machine whirs softly, a piece of fabric being pushed beneath the threaded needle.

“I’ll be with you in a second!” She calls, her glasses close to sliding right off her nose as she concentrates on the hemline she seems to be sewing.

“Take your time, Nance,” you call, already moving over to your usual fitting spot.

A soft sigh escapes you as you sit on the edge of the little pedestal in front of the three way mirror. Blankly, you stare at your reflection, leaning forward to rest your elbow on your knee. 

Jongin still hasn’t answered any of your calls or texts, and you’re getting a bit concerned. The last time he skipped out on fitting day for an upcoming mission, you thought Quincy was going to hang him by his toes off of the side of the building. You just hope he has a decent excuse this time.

The sound of the door opening behind you draws your attention just as you finally get a response from him.

“Sorry I’m late,” a deep voice sounds, and you lock eyes with who appears to be your husband in the mirror.

You glance down to read the message.

Had an emergency arise. Cover for me?

“Jongin!” Nancy exclaims, eyes lighting up with mirth as she finally finishes sewing that piece of fabric together. “You’re right on time! Come in, come in!”

He gives her a tight smile, before turning to face you.

“I was worried.” Your brow furrows slightly, a disappointed downturn of your lips as you stand to your feet.

“I know,” he grimaces slightly, playing the part of the remorseful husband well. “I’m sorry, Darling.”

You let out another sigh. “You’re here now.”

Nancy glances between the two of you curiously, a minor quirk to her brow. “Trouble in paradise? I’ve never seen you two act so cold.”

“We’re fine, Nance,” you reply quickly. “Let’s just get this over with, yeah?”

“Alright,” she shoots you a skeptical look. “I’ve already got the outfits ready for you both, so you just sit tight and wait here.”

Scurrying off to the back, Nancy disappears from sight.

You can hear her fumbling around with some clothes, cursing as she drops something. A loud clatter is heard from behind the stacks of fabric, and you see some beads scatter across the floor.

“You okay, Nan?” You call out.

“Yeah!” She assures you, cursing a few more times under her breath as she shifts things around. “I’m just going to be another minute.”

You can hear her muttering to herself about finding where she put the matching vest as more shuffling occurs.

Taking this opportunity, you turn towards the male standing beside you, only to see him already staring at you.

“Thank you,” keeping your voice low, you lean into him subtly. Your arms are crossed over your chest, and you notice that he blinks a few times, as if you’ve just pulled him out of his own thoughts. “For covering for him.”

“Yeah, well,” Kai lets out an exasperated breath, “you know my brother.”

“He doesn’t deserve you.” You tell him honestly. “I don’t know how you put up with his shit all the time.”

“He’s done this before?” His brow quirks, an irritated twitch to his lips.

“Fittings aren’t the only things he likes skipping out on from time to time.” You say, glancing down at the ground with a frown. “‘Emergency’ my ass.”

You swear you see Kai’s nostril’s flare, but before he gets a chance to reply, Nancy is returning with two separate outfits in her hands.

“Sorry I took so long, couldn’t find the one vest for the life of me.” She chuckles, handing each of you your respective outfits. “Change into these. and then I can finish any alterations you may need.”

Grabbing the garments from her hands, both you and Kai enter your respective changing rooms. Not even five minutes later, you both step out, moving to stand on each of the two pedestals in front of the mirrors.

A low whistle escapes you.

“I always knew you’d look good in red.” You comment, eying the finely tailored suit that hugs Kai’s figure delicately.

The bright crimson stretches from the jacket, all the way down to his slacks. Even the vest he wears beneath is the same colour, exposing the slightest bit of his chest as there doesn’t seem to be a shirt buttoned underneath. The fact that his hair sits that golden blond atop his head only adds to the look, his honeyed skin practically glowing despite the harshness of the artificial lights.

Kai absolutely revels in your gaze. His breath hitches slightly as he sees you give him a few glances from head to toe, a shiver caressing his spine as he notices the corner of your lips twitching upwards. He knows you’re probably only picturing what Jongin will look like in such an outfit, but like hell is he letting anyone take this moment from him.

Finally, you are gazing at him just as he always knows he looks at you, and right now is no exception.

There you stand, in a gorgeous golden gown which accentuates every sinful curve of your body. A slit rests on the left side of the dress, following your leg upwards until about mid-thigh, allowing for ample movement in case things go south. Either way, you look absolutely radiant, and Kai curses his brother for being stupid enough to miss this.

He should be here, worshipping the very ground you walk on. Not fucking off on some random trip just cause he’s throwing a tantrum over fitting day.

“You look…” the words get caught in his throat as you meet his gaze, his breath hitching once more. He blinks, clearing his throat, “stunning.”

A soft smile graces your features as you avert your gaze, and if Kai didn’t know any better, he’d say he just made you shy.

His heart warms. Finally, he can say that he was the cause of your bashful reaction. Him, and him alone.

“Are you sure these outfits aren’t too…” you turn towards Nancy, “loud?”

“Yours? No.” She shakes her head. “His? Maybe.”

A chuckle escapes the woman’s mouth as you nod.

“I just remember you saying how you would love to see your husband in a bright red someday, that preferably isn’t blood.” She winks. “Though, I’m just surprised he didn’t fight you on it like he usually does. Equally surprised he didn’t complain this time around.”

You and Kai share a look.

“I simply decided that maybe I should listen to my beautiful wife for once.” Kai answers smoothy. “She’s usually right, after all.”

“Oh?” Nancy quirks her brow at this. “She finally smack some sense into your whiny ass?”

“I did no such thing!” You gasp, as if you’re truly scandalized by her words. Only, the playful wink you offer her immediately after has grins pulling at all of your faces.

“I just finally realized that I should appreciate the woman I love more often.” 

There is nothing but sincerely within his gaze as he looks at you when he says this. An intensity you almost long for from another male who looks exactly like him.

A puff of air escapes you, shaking your head lightly. “You always were the hopeless romantic.”

“For you?” He hums, turning back to face the mirror as he straightens out his blazer. “Always.”

Out of the corner of your eyes, you notice Nancy feign gagging.

“Bleck! Will you two stop being so lovey-dovey?” Her nose scrunches as she moves over to you to fix the hem of your skirt slightly. “It’s seriously gross.”

“You think this is us being lovey-dovey?” You snort out a laugh, the corner of your lips twitching upwards knowingly. You lift your head to meet Kai’s gaze, a playful roll to your eyes. “Oh, Honey, you’re just so sweet. I cannot bear to call you anything but.”

Kai shares a laugh with you, despite the way his heart races inside of his chest from your words. Sure, you may not mean it, but he’ll cherish this moment for as long as he can. After all, your words mean more to him that you’ll ever know.

“But, My Darling,” the grin that stretches across his features is nothing short of sultry, “you know that nothing can compare to your beauty. It’s enough to rival even the deepest of oceans, and highest of mountains, for it is eternal in the ways you captivate me.”

You both share another laugh, though this time, it doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

“Okay, now you’re just rubbing it in.” Nancy sighs, shooting an almost longing glance towards who she thinks is your husband. 

A glance which you immediately pick up on. 

You tense. 

“I wish someone would speak to me like that. Maybe I should flirt with you brother more often. See if he has as silvered a tongue as you, Jongin.” Nancy darts her gaze over at the male briefly before focussing back in on the task at hand.

Thank fuck Nancy is too busy hemming your skirt to look up to see the way Kai cannot hide the grimace that pulls onto his face at her words.

“You shouldn’t use him like that, Nancy. Kai is a gentleman, and you shouldn’t joke about getting him to do what you want. He doesn’t deserve that, and I don’t think he’s in the market anyways.” You state, rather casually as you smooth out the front of your dress. “Besides, aren’t you married.”

The judgement is clear on your features as you meet her gaze in the mirror. Lightly, you shake your head in disproval.

“A girl can dream.” Nancy sighs, her gaze once more flicking over at the male to your right.

“If you’re that unhappy in your marriage, Nance, you should probably get a divorce.” You say, a hint of concern now shining in your eyes. “To even imply you would cheat-“

“It was just a joke, sweetie,” she huffs, rolling her eyes a bit exasperatedly. “Lighten up.”

You purse your lips, letting out a long sigh through your nose.

“Jokes are meant to be funny.” 

Nancy shoots an incredulous look towards the male standing to your right.

“Geez,” she huffs, ��didn’t realize you’d be so sensitive about your brother.”

The two of you share a look.

“Anyways, you’re probably right about the red being too loud for the ballet.” Nancy sighs, standing back to her feet. A second later, and she’s disappeared around the stacks of fabric only to reemerge holding a standard black suit and tie. “Change into this instead.”

Seamlessly, she hands the male the new outfit before he disappears back inside the change room. 

Once the curtain has slid closed, she leans into you, “Don’t worry. I’ll pack that little red ensemble for you separately.”

You quirk a small smile, somewhat sadly, “Thanks, Nance.”

A minute later, and Kai is stepping out in the muted suit, looking just as fine as he did in the red one.

“Your husband can certainly pull off anything he wants.” Nancy chuckles, a certain spark shining within her eyes that you don’t particularly like.

You simply quirk a tight smile in response as you step in to ‘adjust’ his tie.

“I think you’re negating the true beauty in the room.” He replies effortlessly, gaze locked with your own.

Your breath hitches, freezing right in your spot as you search his features. The sincerity alone that you can see shining within his eyes has your heart fluttering.

You turn away, clearing your throat. “So, should these be ready by tonight, or tomorrow morning?”

“I’ll have them ready for tonight. That way if you need to make any last minute alterations before the mission tomorrow we can do so then.” Nancy tells you, seeing you nod your understanding. “Kai will be in the same outfit as Jongin in case he gets spotted, only with a black button up to blend in better with the night.”

This time, you both nod your understanding. Of course, Nancy fails to see the way the two of you lock gazes.

You let out another sigh. 

“Well,” you step back into the change room, “better prepare for tomorrow.”

Sliding the curtain back over the rail, you slip out of the dress and back into your regular clothes. The moment you step back out, you’re handing the golden gown back to Nancy, thanking her lowly again. You notice Kai has also taken the liberty to change, handing the aforementioned female his brother’s outfit once more.

“I’ll be by later to pick them up,” you say, seeing her nod her head as she retreats back to her sewing machine for the moment.

Without another word, the two of you leave the room.

The walk to the elevators is silent, a sort of tension filling the air between the both of you. A tension which finally boils to a head when the elevator doors open to reveal Jongin laughing along with Shinobu inside. Her one hand playfully smacks his shoulder as her other covers her lower face, attempting to stifle her giggles as he grins widely. A faint blush creeps up her cheeks, her eyes shining with clear affection towards your husband.

Kai swears he sees red as he stands there, just as stiff as you as you both witness the scene before your very eyes.

Noticing the sudden tension around them, both Shinobu and Jongin turn their heads to see you and Kai standing there. Your expression remains unreadable, steeling your nerves as you step into the elevator with a curt nod to the other female. Kai, on the other hand, can barely control the shaking of his hands in anger.

The moment Shinobu scurries from the elevator, Kai is closing the distance between himself and his twin. His arm is pressed harshly across Jongin’s chest as he pins his younger brother to the back wall. 

The elevator doors slide closed.

“The fuck was that all about?” Kai hisses lowly. “Bailing on your wife to fucking flirt with your coworker? On fitting day, no less? Was that your fucking emergency?”

“Kai-“

Your somewhat exasperated reply gets cut off by Jongin shoving his twin off of him.

“You think I would be the one to cheat?” Jongin’s eyes widen slightly, his tone incredulous. “We just so happened to step into the elevator at the same time. Why are you always so adamant on finding something that isn’t there?”

“Maybe if you stopped acting like a fucking asshole, and treated you wife properly, I wouldn’t have to.” Kai spits, nothing but pure fury reflected in his gaze.

You can tell Jongin is about to reply, but your hands firmly pushing them apart stop him from going any further. You step between them, further separating the fire that continues to rage on between the two brothers.

“Enough.” You look from one male to the other. “We have a mission tomorrow, and the last thing we need is for you two to be at each other’s throats more so than usual.”

A brief silence where the tension crackles in the air like lightning before Kai is heaving a tremendous sigh.

“She’s right.” He takes a reluctant step back. “You should listen to your wife more often, it might just save your life.”

“Are you threatening me?” Jongin’s eyes are wild as he tilts his head at his brother.

“If you feel threatened, then by all means,” Kai gestures loosely towards Jongin.

Jongin’s lip part in retort before your sharp gaze is causing the words to catch in his throat. You turn to Kai.

“Thanks for covering for him today.” You say. “Him and I need to have a talk on the way home. See you tomorrow for the mission.”

Without another word, you’re hitting the button to open the elevator doors, a silent command for Kai to leave you and Jongin alone.

Reluctantly, the male exits the elevator, watching the doors close behind him with a look of pure irritation on his features. Irritation aimed directly at his twin, who only looks annoyed at this specific turn of events.

Clicking his tongue, Kai turns around. There’s not much for him to do for the moment, so he might as well release his anger doing something productive.

Heading to the shooting range, Kai rolls his shoulders. At least this way he can kill two birds with one stone: practice for the assassination tomorrow evening, and pretend he’s making his brother suffer as much as Jongin has made him throughout the years.

Oh, how Kai longs for the day where he can see that complete look of devastation wipe that smug grin from Jongin’s features. He’s fantasized how it would happen more times than he can count. The biggest being a scenario where you end up in his arms while Jongin is forced to reap the consequences of his actions. With how things are going, perhaps such a dream may come true sooner, rather than late.

Kai sighs, pulling out his favourite sniper rifle from the cage. At least once he’s done here he can prepare everything for tomorrow. After all, he never misses.

Meanwhile, back in the elevator, a tense silence settles over both you and Jongin as you ride down to the parking garage. Your arms are crossed over your chest as you refuse to so much as turn in your husband’s direction. The moment that familiar ding chimes and the doors open, you’re walking over to your car, an unreadable expression on your face.

“Come on, Darlin’,” Jongin flicks his bangs out his eyes, a look of annoyance on his features. “You seriously can’t be mad at me right now.”

“And why is that, Jongin?” You round on him, nothing but bitterness shining in your eyes as you stare at him from overtop of the car. “You left before sunrise, on a day where you knew we had somewhere to be. I understand you dislike fitting days, but do you realize what would have happened if you had been caught skipping again? Our line of work is already dangerous without having our own agency breathing down our necks and watching our every move. Do you want to be put on lockdown again?”

“We won’t be put on lockdown, again.” He sighs, exasperatedly while sliding into the passenger seat of the car. “Besides, Kai handled it just fine.”

Your nostrils flare as you move to sit in the drivers seat, slamming the door closed and pointedly starting the engine. “I’m lucky your brother even showed up.”

“Next time, you should just text him. He always seems to be at your beck and call, anyways.” He grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Oh, no.” You shoot him a glare out of the corner of your eyes as you pull out of the parking garage. “You don’t get to pull the jealous card here.”

“Me? Jealous of my brother?” Jongin nearly scoffs. “As if he would ever have a chance with you.”

“I don’t know, he looked remarkable in red.” You comment lowly, noticing how he stiffens almost immediately from your words. “Quite slick with his tongue, too.”

“How dare you-“

“You honest to god think I would ever cheat on you, Jongin?” Your grip tightens on the steering wheel as you merge onto the highway. “After everything I’ve told you that happened with my parents? On how I feel about the matter? You think I would be capable of inflicting that type of pain on a person I love?”

“Well, when you say things like that…”

“How do you think it makes me feel to see you arrive late to work with Shinobu of all people after you run out on me claiming there’s some ‘emergency’ you have to take care of?” You counter, noticing how he averts his gaze in shame in the next second. “Do you have any idea how that looks, not just to me, but to anyone aware of the situation? I know for a fact you claimed ‘emergency’ just because you don’t want to deal with Nancy’s subtle flirtations with you. I don’t blame you for being uncomfortable around her, but the least you could do is tell me where you are. I’m your goddamn wife for fuck’s sake! You think I don’t notice when my own husband is both being hit on, and is uncomfortable by it?”

“Then, why don’t you say anything to her?” He grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I do!” You exclaim, voice rising in pitch slightly. “I have, and when I did, you were the one who got mad at me for bringing it up!”

Of course, he didn’t get mad at you in front of her. Only once you were behind closed doors did he say to lay off of Nancy. Turns out your husband rather enjoys the attention, more so than the discomfort it causes him. Which is why you found Kai’s reassurance today, even if it was something as simple as backing you up while pretending to be your husband, so refreshing.

Before he can respond, you’re letting out a sigh through your nose. “Either way, it looks like you don’t have to worry about her flirting with you anymore. It seems as if she’s moving on to target your brother.”

“You say that as if it bothers you.” He mumbles lowly, refusing to meet your gaze as you pull off of the highway.

“Does it not bother you?” You cannot hide how appalled you sound. “He’s your brother, for god’s sake, Jongin! Kai deserves better than that, and you know it!”

“Then, why didn’t you marry him?” He snaps, slapping his hands onto his thighs in exasperation.

You go quiet, the silence deafening inside of the car.

You swallow thickly, keeping your voice low, “Because he’s not the one I fell in love with.”

You can feel him staring at you through the stillness that settles around the both of you.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know why I said that.” His voice is low, averting his gaze back down to his lap.

“Well, I do.” You reply quite sharply. “I know you’ve always been insecure about your brother, Jongin. It’s just not fair that you take it out on me.”

He remains quiet for the rest of the drive, still staring down at his hands.

You’re right. He knows you’re right. He’s just too proud to admit it.

Kai has always been the better twin. Smarter, funnier, more popular. Jongin cannot help but get jealous, even if he hates to admit that he does. Everything Jongin does, he does for approval, but all it seems to do is irritate Kai. He thought that following in his brother’s footsteps would make the elder like him more, but no matter what he does, he can never seem to win. 

And now he’s pulled you into that mess.

The moment the car stills in the driveway, Jongin is stepping out wordlessly. He can hear the low sigh you let out behind him as he moves to unlock the front door. Only, it seems as if he’s misplaced his keys again.

You heave another sigh, louder this time as you pull out your own keys to unlock the front door. Once inside, the two of you each head your separate ways.

The rest of the afternoon and evening is spent like this, a tense sort of silence between the both of you. Sure, you’ve had fights before, but never anything like this. You know Kai has always been a touchy subject for Jongin, but he’s never gone so far as to avoid you when you bring him up. Perhaps you should talk to him after you get back from picking up your outfits for tomorrow.

Only, when you step back through the door, Jongin has up and disappeared on you again. At least this time he left a note.

Needed to sort out my head. Be back in time for mission.

Letting out a sigh, you retreat to your bedroom. You might as well get as much sleep as you can before tomorrow. You have a feeling you’re going to need it.

***

Jongin doesn’t return home until an hour before you’re supposed to leave for the ballet. He walks in to see you pacing near the front, already dressed and ready for the evening assassination.

You can see the words forming on his lips, but you raise a hand into the air to stop him. “Save it. You need to get ready.”

A solemn nod is all you receive in response as Jongin retreats to the bedroom. Not even forty minutes later, he reappears, fully dressed and ready to go. 

The button up he wears beneath his open blazer is slightly larger than it should be, the white material spilling out further than it should where it’s tucked into his pants. He struggles to fix it, and you can only click your tongue in response. Nancy adjusted his outfit based on Kai’s measurements yesterday, and Jongin’s brother just so happens to be the slightest bit buffer than he is.

The clothes still fit, just not as well as they should.

Looking upwards, you finally meet his gaze.

“I won’t ask you where you’ve been.” Your first real words to him since he’s gotten back. “Whatever you needed to sort out was your business. Just-“ you let out a somewhat sad sigh, “if this isn’t working out for you anymore, Jongin, all I ask is that you don’t string me along.”

Immediately, he’s shaking his head, closing the distance between the both of you in order to take your hands gently into his.

“I-“

The front door opens, and in steps Kai.

You drop Jongin’s hands. “We’ll talk about this later.”

Kai’s brow quirks, gaze darting between the both of you, “Am I interrupting something?”

Jongin is quick to recover, the corner of his lips quirking upwards as he huffs out a laugh, “Nothing of importance.”

He fails to see the way your entire demeanour falls, but Kai doesn’t. However, before the elder male can so much as ask if you’re okay, you’re walking past him.

“Let’s get this over with.” You mumble, grabbing your clutch from the front table and heading out the door.

Kai spares a brief glance over to his brother, of whom simply shrugs in response.

Letting out a deep sigh, Kai is quick to follow right behind you, shaking his head the whole while. Looks like his brother royally screwed up again, and of course, Kai will have to do damage control to clean up his mess.

As Jongin locks up, Kai takes this time to subtly lean into you.

“You look gorgeous, by the way.” He keeps his tone low, the corners of his lips twitching upwards as his eyes roam your figure.

You smile lightly. “Thank you.”

“Come on,” Jongin’s pointed huff draws both of your attention. “Let’s go.”

Silently, Kai watches as you both slide into the backseat of his car. He’s supposed to act as your chauffeur this evening, and drop you off at the venue before finding a place to safely park the car and assume his position. He just hopes you can all last the night.

About halfway through the drive, you get a call from Quincy.

“Have you heard the news?” Her gruff voice sounds through the speakers of your phone, allowing the two males to hear the conversation at her instruction.

“What news?” Kai’s brow furrows.

“Both Shinobu and Nancy were found dead in their homes this morning.” She says, and you cannot prevent the way your breath hitches in your throat. “We suspect it was Don Vanderleen’s men sending a warning to us before the events of tonight. You three be extra careful, and make sure you don’t fuck this up. The last thing we need is more of our good agents being taken down.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” Your reply is somewhat breathless as she soon ends the call.

A heavy silence permeates the air between the three of you as you get closer to the theatre. The news is both sudden and shocking, causing your blood to run cold. You might not actually be prepared for what you’ve just gotten yourself into.

“Are you okay?” Jongin stares intently at you, reaching over to place a gentle hand over your own in your lap.

“Yeah.” You blink, seemingly focussing back in on the reality around you. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

You fail to see the worried glance Kai sends you through the rearview mirror. Though, there’s something else hidden there, too. Something far more sinister than either of you two realize as his gaze shifts to the male offering you comforts from beside you.

“We’re almost there,” Kai states, somewhat roughly.

He clears his throat.

“The sooner we get this done, the better.” You sigh, eyes falling shut as you run a hand lightly over the side of your face. “Remember, if anything goes wrong, we rendezvous at the hotel across the street.”

“Right.” Both males respond at the same time, firmly nodding their heads once each.

Pulling up just outside of the theatre, you exhale a breath through your nose. Steeling your features into a look of determination, you motion for Jongin to exit the car.

“Let’s do this.”

The moment the car door opens, you can tell that Jongin has slipped into his persona for the evening. As he reaches back to help you exit the vehicle, you immediately do the same.

No longer are you both mister and missus Kim, but the Rover’s. Two souls madly in love with one another to the point of it becoming obnoxious to the people around you. People cannot help but to notice how you cling onto one another, giving you each the perfect alibi for when the time comes. You are to be inseparable. At least, to those around you.

Jongin is quick to wrap his arm around your waist as soon as you move to stand beside him. His touch is nothing but gentle, thumb smoothing over the material of your dress as he guides you inside. Each step is meticulous, your eyes subtly scanning the crowd for potential targets, security, and escapes routes. You all may have planned for this evening, but that doesn’t mean something couldn’t go very wrong.

Stepping up to the entrance, Jongin is quick to pull the two tickets reserved for the both of you out of the inside of his suit jacket. Wordlessly, he hands them to the concierge, whispering lowly how excited he is to spend the night with his beautiful wife.

You giggle at this, leaning in to him and placing a hand on his chest. Your own reply is low as you tell him it’s because you’re finally able to spend some time with your handsome husband that you’re able to look this good for him.

The way the concierge smiles tightly at you both while handing you both your tickets says it all. At least the act is believable.

“Enjoy the show.” He comments lowly, eyes pleading for the two of you to hurry inside.

“Oh, believe me,” your painted lips curl upwards in a sultry grin. “We will.”

You swear that were the poor man not working, he would have gagged at the way you giggle after your own words. You can tell he’s relieved to be rid of you as he holds the door open for the both of you to slip inside, nearly chuckling to yourself at his tight expression as soon as you’re passed him.

Jongin’s grip tightens slightly around your waist.

“There he is.” He leans in once more to whisper lowly in your ear, motioning to the side with his chin.

Shifting your gaze, you follow in the direction he’s pointed you in. A blink, and you see your target standing by the complimentary bar. A glass of wine rests in his grubby hands, high profile women and men surrounding him on either side. A boisterous laugh escapes him, his dark hair slicked back with grease as a wolfish grin tugs at his lips. Even from here, you can see the sheen of sweat that paints his flushed skin, and you nearly gag.

“I just hope I don’t get a single drop of that man’s vile blood on me tonight, but I know that’s just wishful thinking.” You mutter, disgust pulling at your features.

“You and me both, Darlin’.” Jongin replies, holding you tighter against him. “Are you ready?”

“If we didn’t have to interact with him all night, I would count myself blessed.” You exhale sharply through your nose. “Let’s just get this over with.”

Jongin squeezes your waist reassuringly as he begins to lead you both over to that group of investors surrounding Don Vanderleen. A group which your agency painstakingly infiltrated to make both you and Jongin a part of as the Rover’s.

“Good evening, Mister Vanderleen,” you cut in smoothly into the conversation, drawing everybody’s attention as you extend your hand out for him to shake. “It’s an honour to make your acquaintance.”

Recognition flashes in his eyes, and immediately he’s reaching out to grasp your hand in his own. Only, instead of shaking it, he brings the back up to his lips, placing what you’re sure is supposed to be a delicate kiss onto your skin.

You nearly grimace at the moist feeling left lingering on your hand, resisting the urge to wipe off the residue of the kiss this vile excuse of a man has given you. Hell, even Jongin tenses beside you.

“Ah, yes,” he hums, nodding firmly in Jongin’s direction. “You must be the Rover’s. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“The pleasure is all ours,” Jongin replies, forcing a polite smile onto his lips.

“Once my dear hubby told me about the opportunities our investments could lead to with you, I couldn’t wait to meet you.” Your voice portrays the perfect mix of both enthusiasm and excitement. “He said you’d have further information for us on what this grants us in shares tonight?”

Vanderleen laughs at this, his whole chest shaking as the people around you all chuckle.

“Someone’s a little eager lily,” he grins, but it only serves to make you feel unnerved. You don’t particularly enjoy the way he continues to eye you up and down, licking his lips as if he is ready to consume you at any moment. “I promise to let both you and your husband know everything you need to know when the time is right, little missy. Preferably when we’re somewhere a little more private.”

You smile your understanding, even if it doesn’t quite reach your eyes. Still, it’s enough to fool the people standing around you.

You both fall into idle smalltalk after that, conversing with the rest of his supposed investors for the evening. That is, until the doors open, and everyone is filing into their respective seats.

Jongin and you follow Don Vanderleen all the way up to the special booth that has been reserved for you this evening. Only you, your husband, your target, and three others of Vanderleen’s party have been reserved for this balcony, making it much easier for you, Jongin, and Kai to do what you’ve come here to do.

The six seats rest three to a row, you and Jongin in front, while Vanderleen’s men file in the back. Unfortunately for you, the man of the hour decides to sit on your left, and he doesn’t seem to be that big of a fan of personal space.

The only thing separating you from the male beside you is the armrest, and you choose to angle yourself as far away from him as possible without drawing suspicion to yourself. Of course, with your covers, it’s easy for you to lean as close to Jongin as possible. It simply appears as you being unequivocally in love with him, but it becomes increasingly difficult not to twitch each time the man on your left ‘accidentally’ brushes against you in some way.

Clearing your throat, you steel yourself for talking to this man once more.

“We’re somewhere more private now, Sir Vanderleen,” you comment. “Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Please,” he leans in closer to you, and you can smell the alcohol clinging to his rancid breath. You nearly gag. “Call me Don.”

“Alright then,” you smile politely, eyes crinkling, “Don.”

You swear you see the man shiver before you.

“Well, as you know, my company handles many different aspects of many different industries.” The moment he sees you nod eagerly, he continues, “my business covers every domain you could possibly imagine: finances, political influences,” he purposely meets your gaze, “pleasure.”

You cannot prevent the way your eyes widen naturally at this.

“Ah, I see that has caught your interest.” He chuckles, his hand resting dangerously close to you on the armrest as his fingers curl around the wood. “I suppose I could let you in on the more private aspects of our company later on. After all, you seem like a very respectable woman who knows what she wants.”

“She certainly doesn’t take things for granted,” Jongin chimes in, his arm casually settling around your shoulders as he pulls you the slightest bit closer to him. “Unlike some people.”

Something within the other male’s eyes flash, but he backs off. For now.

“I see,” he hums, settling back into his seat. “I suppose that conversation will have to wait for a different time, then.”

The lights begin to dim, the orchestra picking up their instruments in preparation for the beginning of the show.

“I suppose so.” You hum, turning your attention to the front as you settle further into Jongin’s side.

It’s almost time.

The curtain rises, and the true event finally begins.

Near the end of act one, Jongin excuses himself to the men’s room just as planned. Only, you don’t expect Don Vanderleen to take this opportunity to lean further into you.

Casually, the male replaces where Jongin’s arm had been with his own, his wandering fingers dancing along the skin of your shoulder.

You nearly shiver in disgust.

“I’d say this is more private, wouldn’t you?” He grins, keeping his voice low as he closes the remaining distance between your bodies. “Perfect timing to talk about more personal matters, if you’d like.”

No, what you’d like is to continue watching the ballet. You wish for Jongin to hurry the fuck up with clearing out Vanderleen’s bodyguards from the booth, and to get as far away from this man before the bullets start flying. However, you know that that’s not what you came here to do. You nearly sigh, putting on an expression of pure curiosity instead as you turn to face the male beside you.

“Of course,” you reply, just as lowly. “I would like nothing more.”

“This one aspect is very dear to me, I hardly tell anyone about it unless I consider them truly worthy to hear it.” He meets your gaze, a sort of lull in the way he speaks to you, as if he were speaking to a child. “What I tell you stays between us, alright little missy? This is for your ears only.”

You nod your understanding, fingers tightening over one another as you hold them stiffly in your lap.

“You see, I only offer these positions to the utmost important people who have proved they are qualified to suit my needs.” He licks his lips, gaze shamelessly roaming down your front. “It’s a personal position which guarantees you’ll never have to worry about another thing in your life.”

You have to prevent yourself from clenching your teeth in anger. You know exactly where this is leading, for this is the exact same spiel he tells all the women he tricks into signing themselves over to him to be trafficked.

“You would be living a life of complete luxury, moving from one place to another, and visiting countries of your wildest dreams.” He continues, creeping closer with each word. “You would meet so many important dignitaries. Everyone would want to be you, and everyone would desire what you have.”

“Why, this offer sounds almost too good to refuse,” you chuckle, somewhat nervously.

Jongin sure is taking his sweet time. He should be back by now, right?

“You would be foolish not to accept.” He chuckles along with you. “After all, you’d never have to worry about anything ever again. I’d take care of all of it for you, and I’m a man who never goes back on my word.” His free hand comes to settle on your knee, and this time, you cannot prevent the shiver of disgust that trails down your spine. Only, he perceives it as something else. You can just tell from the way that he smirks. “Especially not when you’d be personally working for me.”

You absolutely despise the way he drawls those words out, his rancid breath tickling the shell of your ear.

Luckily, it’s at this point that Jongin finally returns, taking note of how stiff you sit while Don Vanderleen practically drapes himself over you.

Harshly, he clears his throat. “Am I interrupting something?”

Vanderleen smirks, pulling away from you rather slowly, “Not at all.”

“Don was just telling me all about a special opportunity he had for me,” you say innocently as Jongin sits back in his seat to your right.

You notice both males stiffen on either side of you.

“Missy, I thought we agreed that that was to stay between us.” There’s a sudden sharpness to his gaze that you do not fail to pick up on.

“Yes, but I don’t do anything without my loving husband.” You chuckle, leaning yourself further into Jongin’s side. Your gaze darts to him, and your eyes nearly widen at the small stain of red that smudges the collar of his white shirt. Thinking quickly, you angle yourself into him, lips pressing delicately against the material and leaving a bright red lipstick stain over the mark. You blink up at him innocently. “Isn’t that right, My Love.”

“Always, My Love.” Jongin purposefully meets Vanderleen’s gaze from over the top of your head as his arms pull you in closer. “I’m sure you’d do the same to protect what’s yours.”

Vanderleen’s eyebrow twitches in annoyance. “Undoubtably.”

The moment the male turns back to observe the stage, all hell breaks loose.

The sound of shattering glass is synonymous with the screams of terror that suddenly fill the venue as gunshots ring throughout. People panicking and running from their seats to the exits block every chance of escape, swarming the aisle as shouting reaches your ears.

A bullet just misses your shoulder.

A loud cry of pain from your left reaches your ears, and in the blink of an eye, you feel yourself be pulled down onto the ground on top of a body. Sparing a glance downwards reveals your husband clinging to your for dear life, a fear unlike ever before shining within his gaze. Blood seeps into the material of his blazer, staining his white shirt red beneath his black suit as he holds you above him. 

To the side, Don Vanderleen bleeds out. A cough escapes him, nothing but red falling from his lips and choking him out as he reaches towards you one final time before falling dead right before your very eyes.

Another gunshot is heard from above.

Scrambling to your feet, you duck for cover behind the wall of the balcony. Jongin follows right behind, using his body as a shield to cover you this time.

“Are you hurt?” He turns to you once you’re both out of range, checking you over for injuries.

You shake your head. “Are you?”

Your eyes catch on the red now staining his clothes and your breath hitches, hands scrambling to find the injury before he bleeds out.

“Don’t worry, Darlin’,” he assures you, gently stroking his hands down the sides of your arms despite the chaos erupting around you. “It’s not mine.”

His words only help to ease your worry a fraction.

“There was another sniper.” You comment lowly.

“Kai can handle it.” He states.

At the look you send him, he sighs.

“Fine.” Jongin removes his blazer, wrapping it securely around your shoulders. “You’ve done what you came here to do. I’ll go check on him, and then I’ll meet you at the hotel across the street. Okay?”

“But-“

“Darlin’,” there’s that same look of fear in his eyes from only a few minutes ago, “I almost lost you tonight. Don’t make me go through that again.”

A silent understanding passes between the both of you, and you recognize that he’s not just referring to tonight, but yesterday as well. That fight feels like so long ago now, given the circumstances of the evening. Yet, you still find yourself nodding your head.

“I promise to be as quick as I can.” He kisses your forehead briefly.

“Be safe,” you squeeze his hands gently. “I want to be able to watch the sunset with you.”

He smiles. “As long as you stay with me for the sunrise.”

A nod is all he receives from you before he’s disappearing around the corner. He can feel his heart pounding as he races to the roof, hoping beyond everything that you manage to get out safely, and that his brother is okay.

***

Looking back on it now, this is probably the second worst night of Kai’s entire life. Sure, the male has been in some tricky situations before, but none as harrowing as this one.

First, he had to watch you be even more loving towards his brother all evening. Then, he had to sit through that filth of a man coming onto you throughout the entirety of the second act of Swan Lake. He was so distracted by his anger, that he failed to see the second presence creeping onto the roof a little ways away from him. It wasn’t until he saw the reflection of the lights upon the sniper’s watch that Kai noticed the other male taking aim directly at you.

Kai saw red, his body moving on instinct at that. It nearly cost him the mission, but more importantly, your life.

What made the situation worse was when he watched his brother pull you on top of himself for protection. The bastard couldn’t even protect you properly, opting to sacrifice you to save himself.

Now, as he wrestles off the other sniper’s back-up, he finds himself gritting his teeth in frustration. He has no idea if you got out safely, or if you’re injured. The only thing he does know, is that that bastard Don Vanderleen is finally dead.

Like hell Kai would ever let that pathetic excuse of a human live after watching what he did to you tonight.

A gunshot sounds in the night air, and Kai swears he’s about to feel the worst pain of his life. Only, at the way the man on top of him falls limply to his side, he realizes that someone is here to aid him.

“Couldn’t handle a few measly little troopers?” Jongin’s familiar mocking tone calls out through the silence. “You’re losing your touch.”

“I was doing just fine until you showed up.” Kai responds gruffly, pushing himself back to his feet and noticing all of the other henchmen have been disposed of.

“Uh-huh,” Jongin hums knowingly, a quirk to his brow as he tosses the gun in his hand to the side. “Sure.”

Kai spares a glance at his brother, noticing the blood that stains his once pure white shirt. He freezes, eyes locking on that mark of bright red lipstick that practically glares at him from the collar of Jongin’s shirt.

“Is that-“ the words get stuck in his throat. He swallows.

At the way his elder twin keeps glancing at the blood on his shirt, Jongin is quick to understand what he’s asking.

“I know, right?” Jongin scoffs, rolling his eyes. “Disgusting. The bastard bled all over me.”

Kai nearly lunges at his brother, but he realizes Jongin isn’t actually talking about you. He clears his throat. “And our partner?”

“My wife is fine, thanks for asking.” Jongin replies, a dry huff escaping him. “You nearly missed by the way.”

“Yeah, well, I had my hands full.” Kai begins to quickly disassemble his rifle, storing it back in its case.

“Didn’t think a few weaklings like this could slow you down.” Jongin rolls his eyes.

“I was a little busy attempting not to blow the fucker’s brains out early for assaulting your wife.” Kai snaps, his patience growing thinner by the second. “While you were off eyeing the ballerinas, I was actually doing my job.”

“You think I would risk the mission to go peep on the performers?” Jongin’s voice is incredulous. “You really think I would cheat on my wife?” 

“Now that your other two hustles are dead, I assumed you were in the market for a new one.” Kai retorts, zipping up his rifle’s case quite pointedly before slinging it onto his back.

“Never thought you’d be one to disrespect the dead, but here we are.” Jongin shakes his head. “You are so adamant on making me into the bad guy, Kai, and I just don’t understand why.”

“How can I make you into something you already are?” Kai tilts his head, almost mockingly at his brother.

“What do you think I could have possibly done this time?” Jongin replies, throwing his hands into the air exasperatedly.

“I definitely didn’t think up you pulling your own goddamn wife on top of you when bullets started flying just so you could save your own skin!” Kai’s tone is harsh, nothing but pure anger pulling at his brow. “How about that conversation I walked in on tonight. Did you or did you not practically admit to her that she was unimportant? To your own wife, nonetheless. Not to mention the countless times you’ve ignored her needs in favour of your own. Do you even know how she feels when you flirt so openly with other people around her? I can’t imagine it feels good.”

“You know nothing, Kai,” Jongin seethes, his hands clenching into fists beside him. “Stop pretending that you do.”

“Don’t I?” Kai drops his bags, the material making a dull thunk as it hits the roof. “I’ve lived with you our whole lives, Jongin. I know when you’re lying, and I know for a fact that you don’t love her. If you did, you wouldn’t do half the shit that you do.”

“How dare you say that I don’t love her!” Jongin spits back, voice low and deadly. His eyes flash with the same intensity as his brother’s across from him, the air becoming thick with tension. “I love her more than anything in this godforsaken world!”

“Like hell you do!” Kai’s fury spikes, sanity close to snapping.

“What would you know of the matter? You don’t know half the shit I’ve done for her.” Jongin hisses through gritted teeth. “I made sure to kill every fucking doubt she’s had about our relationship recently. Doubts you don’t know anything about. There’s nothing, no one in this world that loves her more than I do. I would do anything for her, and that’s more than you can say.”

Kai goes so still, he swears that he’s stopped breathing. His mind races with all that tonight has offered him. Not even a second later, his entire body begins to tremble.

“You’re wrong.” His voice is low, deadly like the approach of an oncoming storm. Already, he can see his vision blurring, fading in and out as he attempts to ground himself. “There will always be one person who will love her, who can always love her, more.”

“Oh, yeah?” Jongin scoffs, crossing his arms in front of her chest. “And just who might that be?”

A beat of silence as the two males lock eyes from across the roof.

“Me.”

Without wasting another thought, the two males lunge.

***

His breathing is uneven as he stumbles down the hallway of the hotel. The stairs were a bit of a challenge, but he figured it’d be easier and less conspicuous than taking the elevator to the top floor. Even still, his lungs burn as he braces himself against the wall, chest heaving with every breath.

Blood drips down his face and onto the white of his shirt, nearly smudging against that perfect imprint of your lips on the collar. Blood that is no longer his own. Every time he closes his eyes, he can still hear the sound of his fist on flesh, bones cracking beneath his fingers as fabric tore upon his skin.

Out of the corner of his eye, a ring glints on his finger. The light from the fluorescents makes the golden band glow, and from that simple glance alone, he can feel his heart racing inside of his chest.

The only thought on his mind right now is you. 

He needs to find you. To make sure that you’re okay. To make sure that you’re safe.

His head spins, and he can barely see through his blurring vision. He doesn’t even know how he managed to get down from the roof of the theatre and make his way to the hotel across the street, but he did. All just to see you.

Stumbling to the door, he checks the room number once more. Seeing it’s the correct one this time, he begins to jostle the knob.

Locked.

A sigh heaves from his throat, resting his forehead against the dark wood separating you from him. 

If only he still had his key.

Movement heard on the other side of the door catches his attention. A moment later, and the lock is sliding out of place, the wood opening to reveal your face gazing upon him in worry.

“Jongin,” you seemingly breathe out a sigh of relief. “Leave it to you to lose your keys again.” You shake your head lightly, pulling him inside quickly. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

Not even a minute later, you’ve sat the male on the bathroom counter, a towel held in your hands as you stand between his legs.

“I was worried about you, you know.” You dip the towel in some water before beginning to gently clean the blood from his face. “I didn’t think you would take so long.”

He clears his throat. “I’m sorry for making you wait.”

His voice sounds a bit strained, tone a deeper than usual. You chalk that up to stress. He usually sounds this way when he’s tired.

“Are you okay?” You pause your movements to stare deeply into his eyes. “You’re not hurt, are you?”

He shakes his head, gaze flitting everywhere over your features as if to commit your concerned expression to memory.

“Good.” You smile lightly, continuing to clean the blood from his face. “This doesn’t mean I’m not still upset at you, by the way.”

“I’m sorry.” His response is immediate, hands coming up to cup your face gently as he meets your gaze. “For everything. I know I’m an asshole, and I can be selfish. The thought of losing you is just too difficult for me to bear, and after tonight I promise you I’ll be a better man. I’ll be the perfect husband from now on. I won’t make you doubt. I’ll treat you right, like you’ve always deserved.”

You quirk a brow, the corner of your lips twitching upwards slightly in amusement.

“Someone still in character?” You joke lightly, shifting the cloth to begin wiping the blood from his neck. There seems to be a small scrape near his left eyebrow, but it no longer appears to be bleeding.

Softly, he releases his hold on your face, grabbing your wrist in his one hand to halt your movements.

“Tonight has just made me realize that I need to stop taking things for granted, especially you.” He replies earnestly. “Every day, I count myself lucky that a sinner like me has been blessed to love an angel like you.”

Your eyebrows raise in amusement. “I thought you didn’t like all that religious talk?”

He hums, pulling you the slightest bit closer to wrap his arms around your waist. If only you could hear just how fast his heart is racing. “I think I can make an exception just this once.”

“I should mark the calendar.” You tease, poking his chest. “You finally admitted your faults for once.”

His lips part dramatically. “But Darling, you know that I’m already perfect.”

“There he is,” you chuckle, shoving him playfully.

“Who?” He quirks a brow.

“My loving husband, of course.” You grin, rolling your eyes lightly.

His lips part, and he pulls you flush against his chest. Tightly, he holds you to him, his face buried into the side of your neck as his whole body shakes.

“Jongin, what’s gotten into you tonight?” You pat his back warily. “You’re awfully affectionate.”

“I told you,” he whispers lowly, “I need to appreciate what I have before it’s gone.”

“You’re not going to lose me.” You gently begin to card your fingers through his hair, hearing him hum lightly in response. “Not that easily.”

His grip tightens around your waist, absolutely revelling in this moment here with you. “I don’t deserve you.”

Immediately, you pull away to look into his eyes, a somewhat stern look on your face. “Don’t start that again.”

“What?” His brow furrows the slightest bit in confusion.

“Saying that you’re unworthy of my love.” This time, it’s you who cups his face in your hands. “You are more than worthy, Baby. Don’t ever forget that.”

You notice tears begin to well in his eyes, spilling over in the next moment. Tears which you are quick to brush away.

“You know, sometimes I cannot help but wonder,” you hum, noticing you have his complete and utter attention, “would you still have proposed if you didn’t think your brother approved of me?”

The way he tenses slightly, breath seemingly hitching in his throat has you smiling reassuringly at him.

“I know how desperately you long for his approval, Jongin, and I know that’s why you act out sometimes,” you keep your voice low. “Know that you don’t need his approval for anything. He probably doesn’t need yours, so don’t worry about his.”

All the male before you can do is blink.

“I’m proud of who you are.” You tell him, finally finishing wiping the blood from his skin. “I hope that counts for something.”

“It counts for everything,” he breathes, thumbs stroking languidly against the skin of your hips.

Again, you smile, placing the used towel in the hamper provided for you beside the sink.

“He’s okay, though, right?” You search his features, noting the irritated twitch of his brow. “You managed to find him on the roof?”

“I didn’t see him,” he replies, somewhat gruffly.

Your head tilts slightly, brow furrowing in worry. “I thought the whole reason I sent you up to the roof in the first place was so you could make sure he was okay.”

“I’m sure he’s fine, Darling.” A sigh escapes him through his nose. “It’s not like he hasn’t up and disappeared on you before.”

“On us, Jongin.” Your frown deepens, turning to exit the bathroom. “Maybe I should call him just in case.”

A hand on your wrist stops you.

“Why do you care so much about him, anyways?” There’s something shining behind his eyes that you don’t quite understand, but you turn around to face him regardless.

“I thought we talked about this, Jongin.” You sigh lowly. “Kai is still your brother. I care about him in the same ways I know you care about him. Even if you don’t want to admit it, I know you worry about him.”

“He didn’t care about me.”

“That’s bullshit, and you know it.” You meet his gaze with a stern one of your own. “Your brother-“

“Can we please stop talking about my brother?” The exasperation is clear in his voice as he practically pleads with you using his eyes.

Your expression softens, “Of course, Baby.”

The male seemingly breathes a sigh a relief, releasing his hold on your wrist not even a moment later.

“Why don’t you grab a shower, and then we can head to bed?” You turn to the cabinet to pull out a fresh set of towels. “We’ve both had a long day.”

“Will you join me?” Before he can stop himself, the words are out of his mouth.

Turning to look at him from over your shoulder, you smile, repeating your words from a mere minute earlier, “Of course, Baby.”

Grabbing another set of fresh towels, you place them both on top of the counter. Even though you already showered off before he returned, you don’t mind joining your husband one bit. Besides, he looks like he could use your company.

By the time you’ve turned back around, he’s already undone all the buttons on his shirt, his torso on full display. You couldn’t really tell before, but it’s as if his shirt suddenly had fit him better, unlike at the beginning of the evening. Either way, you shamelessly trail your gaze over his front, watching with a darkening gaze as he begins to unbuckle his belt.

The way his breath hitches as he looks up to see you already staring at him with hooded eyes does not go unnoticed by you.

“What?” The corner of your lips quirk upwards. “Am I not allowed to admire my husband from time to time?”

He swallows thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing with the movement. “You can admire me anytime you’d like, Darling.”

A tender smile is all he receives from you in response as you move to turn on the shower. Testing the water, you make sure it’s a desirable temperature before ridding yourself of your own clothes.

The whole time you strip, you can feel his eyes on you, watching your every move. You can feel your whole body warm beneath his stare, even more so when you turn to face him.

There he stands, looking completely mesmerized by you. He’s gazing at you as if you hung each and every single star in the night sky personally just for him, his eyes shining with the deepest form of admiration you’ve ever seen him give you. It makes you feel shy, darting your gaze to the side briefly to avoid the intensity of his own.

“Stop looking at me like that.” You mumble, stepping into the shower shortly afterwards.

He follows right behind, humming lightly. “Like what?”

“You’re acting like you’ve never seen me naked before,” you chuckle, turning to face him and poking him lightly on his chest.

He stands beneath the spray of water, feeling it cascade down the planes of his back as he meets your gaze. He quirks a brow, never shifting his eyes from your own for one second, “Am I not allowed to admire my beautiful goddess that has chosen to fully reveal herself to a sinner like me?”

You can feel your cheeks heating, and you know it’s not from the steam of the shower. “Again with the religious talk?”

“Maybe I’m a changed man.” He grins, hands finding purchase gently on your hips, but never wandering.

A fact which you find quite peculiar at the moment, for you know Jongin would take every and any opportunity to squeeze your ass while you’re both naked in the shower.

“You’re certainly acting like it,” your hands settle on the skin of his shoulders, sliding upwards to caress his neck, followed immediately by you cupping his face gingerly as you stare into his eyes.

“I thought I told you that I was going to start appreciating you more.” He hums knowingly. “After all, you deserve no less.”

Again, your brow quirks teasingly. “Okay, Mister Rover.”

He simply smiles in response, the familiar crinkling of his eyes offering you comfort during this time.

Nothing more is said between the both of you as you wash each other beneath the warmth of the water. Every touch is careful, tender in the way his fingers caress your skin. What’s even more surprising is that he watches your reactions carefully, never lingering too long on your ass or your breasts more than is necessary. A stark contrast to what you’re used to with him, but it’s quite nice for a change. Refreshing, in a way. Something you have always longed for with him.

Softly, your fingers massage his scalp as you wash his hair. His eyes flutter shut, absolutely revealing in such a tender moment with you here in time.

All too soon, you’re both stepping out of the shower. You hand him one of the towels as you begin to dry yourself off, noticing how his gaze still never leaves your form. Only, his gentle touch halts you before you can get very far.

“Here,” he takes the towel from your hands, his already secured around his waist as water droplets cascade down his chest. “Let me.”

His touch is soft as the plushness of the towel caresses your form. He starts at your shoulders, sliding the cloth down each arm individually before bringing your hands up to place a kiss upon the back of them both times. Then, he’s moving down your torso, thumbs smoothing over the fabric as he dries your chest. The way he cups your breasts is so tender, your nipples hardening from his ministrations as you nearly let out a low moan.

He steps closer.

Everywhere that towel graces your skin, his loving gaze is quick to follow. There is not a single part of you that goes untouched, that he has not touched before, but this is the most intimate moment you think you’ve ever shared with him. Never has he caressed you like this before. Hell, never has he gazed upon you like this before.

Selfishly, you never want it to stop.

The sound of the towel being dropped onto the floor draws your attention. His hands rest on your waist, fingers trembling against your skin as he looks up at you with pleading eyes.

“You are perfect in every way, Darling. Did you know that? Perfect, and so, so, so, so, so beautiful.”His voice is barely above a whisper, but you still hear him loud and clear. He sighs your name so tenderly, as if it is a gospel upon his lips and only you can offer him rapture. “I love you. So goddamn much.”

Your expression softens, hand coming up to cup the side of his face as you stare down at him with nothing but love in your eyes.

“Please, Darling,” his grip tightens ever so faintly around your waist, “may I touch you? May I kiss you, and make love to you like you’ve always deserved? I want to treat you right, and make you feel good. Tonight, it’s all about you.”

Your heart positively flutters at his words, breath catching in your throat.

“Please?” He’s close to begging at this point, but he doesn’t care. This night has already been everything that he could have ever asked for, and so much more.

You swallow the sudden dryness in your throat, your heart swelling in your chest. He actually asked this time.

The answer escapes you before you even have the chance to think about it, tears of content welling in your eyes. 

“Yes.” You nod vigorously. “Yes, you may.”

The smile that stretches across his features is nothing short of brilliant, staring up at you with nothing but awe reflected in his gaze. Slowly, his hands slide down your waist, settling onto the sides of your thighs as he leans into you.

Softly, he places his lips upon your skin. Starting at about your mid-thigh, he takes his time trailing gentle kisses up your body, hands holding you steady. You cannot tell who’s shaking more, you or him, but at the feeling of his tongue darting out to soothe over your skin, you find that you don’t particularly care.

Each press of his lips against you is meticulous, nothing more than a gentle caress as he ascends your figure, muttering praises all the while.

“Your curves are hypnotizing, Darling.” He breathes against your skin, hands trailing along your sides as if to emphasize his words. 

“I adore your thighs. They’re so soft and warm, and attached to the most beautiful legs I’ve ever seen.” He brings his one hand down to give your flesh an appreciative squeeze, fingers sinking delicately into your skin.

Gently, his hands find purchase on your waist once more as he trails kisses all along your stomach, breathing deepening with each one. The press of his lips becomes more desperate with every meeting against your flesh, beginning to sensually lave his mouth over you the further upwards he gets.

Darting his gaze upwards, he sees you already staring down at him with hooded eyes. Your breathing has deepened, and your lips are slightly parted. What makes this moment even better is the way your hand comes up to lightly begin threading your fingers through his still damp hair.

He hums, licking a strip up your body starting from your mid-torso to between your breasts. Gently, he nuzzles against your chest, nose brushing against your skin as he moves to settle his face into the side of your neck.

“There isn’t a part of you that has not captivated me from the very first glance,” he whispers lowly against your skin, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. “I’m sorry that it has taken me this long to be able to fully appreciate you, Darling.”

You’re sure he can feel the way your heart stutters from his words alone, feeling him smile against the skin of your neck.

You swallow the sudden dryness in your throat. “Shall we move this to the bed?”

This time, there is no mistaking the way he smiles as he pulls back to stare lovingly into your eyes. “I would love nothing more.”

Grasping your hand in his, he leads you out of the bathroom. His towel has long since fallen from his hips, and you take the time to admire his broad backside as he walks back out into the main area of the room.

To the side, your dress hangs. Not a single spec of blood can be seen, juxtaposed to the black suit jacket which had dripped a lethargic pool of red onto the floor.

“You know,” you hum, drawing his attention to you once more as your eyes shine playfully, “my husband’s got a nice ass.”

The corners of his lips quirk upwards slowly, mirth dancing in his orbs as he helps you settle onto the bed. “It matches my wife’s perfect one.”

You slap his arm lightly as he craws over you, grins dancing on both of your features. 

“Jongin!”

You swear the male above you flinches, but before you can say anything, his forehead pressing against your own draws your attention.

“I would prefer if you didn’t call me that tonight, Darling.” His voice is but a quiet whisper upon your ears.

You blink, tilting your head slightly in curiosity. This isn’t the first time he’s wanted you to call him something else in the bedroom, and you’re sure it won’t be the last. “Then, what would you like me to call you tonight, Baby?”

He takes a moment before he answers, and you cannot tell if it’s in hesitation, or if he actually has to think about it.

“My Love.” He finally seems to settle on a response. “I want you to call me yours. Your one and only. Your love.”

You smile softly, fingers back to threading through his hair. “I can do that.”

The way his eyes light up in excitement makes you chuckle fondly.

“As long as you do the same for me.” 

You can feel the way his semi-erect cock twitches against the skin of your thigh from your words.

“I would love nothing more.” His voice is breathless, the deepest of affections shining within his gaze.

“Oh?” You quirk a brow at this, a teasing lilt to your tone. “And here I was thinking I’d have to beg you for it like the last time.”

He tilts his head slightly, amusement dancing on his features. Though, you swear you see his eyebrow twitch.

“I thought you didn’t like using those types of endearments in the bedroom?” Your expression is nothing but playful as your fingers still in his hair.

“Changed man, remember?” He grins, leaning down to press a kiss onto your forehead. “I said I would take care of you, and that’s exactly what I intend to do. In every and any way imaginable.”

“I suppose so,” you hum, pulling him closer into you.

“Now, My Love,” he stares deeply into your eyes as he licks his lips, gaze darting down to your own briefly, “may I kiss you?”

Once more, your heart swells inside of your chest, a pleasant warmth flooding your veins. You nod your head, “You may.”

His lips are on your own without another thought, pouring everything he is into the kiss. His one hand comes up to cradle your cheek, thumb stroking tenderly against your skin as he slowly grinds himself into you. The way you moan into his mouth makes his head spin.

Reluctantly, he parts from your lips, trailing his own back down your neck. Lightly, he nips at your skin, sucking gently until he finds that one spot that has you moaning for him again. Once he finds it, he cannot help but smile, laving his tongue over your flesh before suckling at the spot eagerly.

Sensually, he places open mouthed kisses all along your collarbones and down your chest. His hands hold onto your waist firmly, grounding him to you and the beautiful reality before him. His thumbs barely ghost along the undersides of your breasts, yet still, he waits for your permission.

The moment you nod, practically begging him with your eyes to touch you, his hands are on your breasts. Eagerly, he palms the tender flesh, giving them each an appreciative squeeze as he trails more open mouthed kisses between them. His thumbs move to trace over your pert nipples, circling them gently as he moans against your skin.

“So beautiful,” he trails kisses over the swell of your one breast, tongue darting out to trace over the same path shortly after. He gives them another appreciative squeeze. “So soft.”

Carefully, his mouth envelopes your one nipple, sucking eagerly at the pert bud. His tongue flicks over your skin, moaning around you as he feels you arch into his touch.

He can never get enough.

Reluctantly, he parts from you only to languidly trail open mouthed kisses to your other breast. Of course, he makes sure to give your other nipple the same amount of attention, rolling the one he’s just parted from slowly between his thumb and index finger.

“My Love,” the blissful sigh you breathe out has him twitching against you once more, his heart stuttering inside of his chest.

He moans, grinding his hips into your own and letting you feel every inch of his hard cock pressed against you.

Your breath hitches, tossing your head back as your eyes flutter shut.

“Do you feel that, My Love?” His voice is low, airy as he continues to nip at the tender skin of your breast all the while. “Do you feel how hard you make me? How hard you always make me, even just from the thought of you? You have no idea what you do to me.”

“Baby,” your grip tightens in his hair, pulling him closer into you. “Kiss me.”

Who is he to deny the one he loves?

In an instant, his lips are back on your own. Tenderly, his tongue caresses yours, holding you close as he continues to grind himself into you. The movement of his hips are almost synonymous with the movement of his tongue, sensually meeting yours every time.

Each sound you make, every reaction you give him, he absolutely revels in. The fact that he is the one to elicit such sinful sounds, such beautiful reactions from you, has a warmth unlike any other flooding his chest. Still, his head spins and his heart races, hands continuing to explore your body eagerly, yet sensually at the same time.

The moment he feels you wrap a leg around his waist, pulling him in closer, he nearly comes on the spot. Only, the feeling of you pushing on his chest halts his every move.

“What are you doing?” His brow furrows as he pulls away the slightest bit to look at you.

“This is usually around the time where you tell me to suck you off, is it not?” You blink up at him, brow furrowing in mild confusion. “Do you not want me to?”

He practically stares down at you, dumbfounded. A moment later, he’s blinking quite rapidly, as if coming back to the reality before him.

“I thought I told you that tonight is all about you,” he can tell that his answer catches you off guard, for now, you are the one staring at him in mild shock. “Besides, I’d rather see you falling apart on my tongue.”

You blink at him a few times, as if in a daze. “You want to eat me out?”

“More than anything,” he practically pants out his answer, chest heaving as he slowly begins to descend your body. His eyes are dark, locked on your face as he places wet, open mouthed kisses against your skin the whole while. Once he’s settled between your legs, he licks his lips, hands eagerly spreading you open for him as his fingers dig into the skin of your thighs. “You don’t know how long I’ve been dying for a taste.”

Your breath hitches, and your thighs twitch, feeling yourself clench around nothing from his words alone. A movement which you know he picks up on, for you can see the way his lips tug upwards smugly as his dark eyes dart to your core.

“I thought-“ you blink your surprise away, “I thought you didn’t like giving head?”

He licks his lips, pulling you in closer as he meets your gaze.

“I lied.”

The second those words escape him, his lips are on you, and the way your whole body shudders does not go unnoticed by him. He smirks, hearing you sigh in pleasure.

A loud moan falls from him as his tongue drags through your wet folds, eyes fluttering shut in bliss. Gently, he laves his entire mouth over your pussy, sucking eagerly at your essence all the while. Each movement of his tongue is precise, parting your folds only to flick at your swollen clit in the next moment. He is shameless, and messy, slurping at your wetness as he pulls you closer into him.

The whole time, he never breaks eye contact with you. The heat from his gaze travels straight to your core, and you cannot help the way you clench around his tongue as he circles your lower lips. You can feel the tips of his fingers digging into your skin, holding you down as his nails prick your hips. A sensation unlike anything you’ve felt with him before.

His plump lips kiss over your clit, the ghost of his touch sending little jolts of electricity racing up your spine. Not even a moment later, he wraps them around that pert little bud, suckling as he flicks his tongue over you once more.

You cannot help it. Your one hand moves to tangle in his hair, hips shifting against his mouth with his every movement. Your eyes flutter shut, breathless moans escaping you as the wet sounds of his mouth fully devouring you reach your ears. He seems to be enjoying this even more than you are, and you can feel yourself clenching just from that thought alone.

“So fucking sweet, Baby,” he moans directly over your core, the vibrations sending pleasant tingles up your spine. “Best I’ll ever have.” Something within his eyes flash. “Only one I’ll ever need.”

A moan of his name nearly escapes you, but you catch yourself just in time. The last time you disobeyed his wishes in the bedroom, he left you high and dry for weeks. The last thing you want is for him to stop now. Not when he’s finally eating you out like you’ve always dreamed about. Just like you’ve always wanted him to. Especially not when he’s getting this lost in your pussy.

“Fuck, My Love, just like that,” you sigh, nothing but bliss pulling at your features as you tug him in closer by his hair.

He moans, tongue lapping eagerly at your juices which continuously flow from you like the sweetest nectar he’s ever had the pleasure of tasting. He never wants this to end, becoming addicted to the desperate way your hips grind against his mouth, seeking more of him.

His grip tightens, moans bordering on low growls as his dark eyes consume every reaction you give him. Slowly, he begins grinding himself down on the mattress, seeking any sort of friction to relieve the aching of his hard cock. Seeing you like this, and knowing you’re seconds away from falling apart because of him and him alone has his head spinning. 

He wouldn’t want it any other way.

His eyes nearly roll to the back of his head, feeling the way your essence begins to drip down his chin as he becomes drunk on you. His arms are wrapped around your legs, thighs tossed over his shoulders as he pulls you in closer. His grip is desperate, as if you might disappear from him at any moment, only emphasized by the eager way he sucks your clit back between his lips. Not even a second later, he’s shaking his head lightly from side to side, mouth eagerly consuming every drop you have to offer him.

“Fuck yes- just like that,” your voice is airy, lips parting as your moans begin to increase in pitch. Your eyes squeeze shut in bliss. “Don’t stop! Please, don’t stop!”

The deepest of browns gaze at you with nothing but tender love and affection, pleading you with his eyes to fall apart. He’s just as desperate as you are, moaning against you unabashedly with each movement of his lips. Every flick of his tongue is precise, focussing all his attention to your clit now, and begging you to come for him, even without saying it.

His one hand reaches up to intertwine your fingers of your free hand with his own. Gently, he squeezes them, reassuring you that he’s right here, and that you can let yourself go. He needs to see you fall apart for him. Because of him. Him, and only him.

Not even ten seconds later, you do.

Your thighs tremble as your back arches off of the bed, eyes squeezing shut as your orgasm crashes into you. A loud moan escapes you, hands subconsciously tightening their holds on him for support as your entire body thrums with pleasure. The euphoric sensation is unlike anything that you’ve felt before, and you can feel yourself rhythmically clenching around nothing as you come down from your high.

Languidly, he hums between your legs, loving how he can feel them continuing to shake around his head as he laps gently at your cunt. No drop is to go to waste, needing to clean up the mess he’s made of you, and making sure he does so well. Only when he begins to feel you lightly pushing his head away from your quivering entrance does he pull away from you.

He meets your gaze, a primal sort of lust shining within his own as he licks his lips.

“Goddamn addictive, you know that?” He places tender kisses onto the skin of your inner thigh, nipping lightly at the sensitive flesh all the while. “I have half the mind to tell you to sit on my face right this very second so I can continue getting lost in this beautiful pussy of yours, Darling.”

The way you clench from his words alone does not go unnoticed by him.

“Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you, My Love?” The grin that pulls at his lips, still shining with your essence, is nothing short of feral. “Smothering me with your dripping cunt so I have no choice but to give you the loving you deserve.”

Your chest heaves with each breath, your eyes searching his own as your lips remain parted. “You’ve been holding out on me this whole goddamn time? Who knew you were this desperate for my pussy.”

“I’m always desperate for you, My Love. In any and every way possible.” He hums, kissing his way back up your body until he can nuzzle his face back into the side of your neck, nipping at the shell of your ear. “I’m sorry it’s taken me this long to show you.”

“You’re showing me now, and that’s all that matters.” You bring a hand up to cup his cheek tenderly, noticing how he immediately leans into your touch.

“I’m here now, and you never have to worry about anything ever again.” His eyes flutter shut, a content sigh escaping him. A moment later, he’s turned his head, placing a gentle kiss upon the palm of your hand. His eyes open, and your breath hitches as the darkness you can see swirling within. “Now, let me love you like you’ve always deserved.”

His lips are on yours in an instant, sensually moving against you as he shifts his hips to fully settle between your legs. Naturally, your thighs part to offer him unrestricted access, soft hums falling from you as you pull him in closer. You part only to begin trailing your own lips down his neck, biting and suckling on his skin as his breathing deepens.

“Baby,” the soft drawl from your lips catches his attention, “you’ve already done so much for me tonight. Won’t you let me love you, too?”

A guttural groan escapes him, head falling forward so that his forehead rests against yours.

“Lay on your back, Baby,” your hands slide tenderly down his spine as you move to flip your positions. “Just relax, and let me take care of you.”

The way his honeyed locks look splayed out on the pillow accentuate his golden features beautifully. His warm, brown eyes reflect nothing but awe and love as he stares up at you, his lips parting with every breath that falls from them.

“I thought-“

“Shh,” you bring a finger to his lips, your own tugging upwards in a sultry grin, “This is still about me. Only now, I wish to please my husband just as he has pleased me.”

A shudder wracks his entire body, a moan tumbling from his lips at your words.

You smile.

Gently, your fingers begin to dance along the skin of his chest, nails teasingly raking down his torso as you sit above him. Just as he did with you, you begin placing kisses all over his tanned skin, biting your marks for all to see.

“You’re so handsome, Baby,” your tongue comes out to soothe over a particularly harsh bite you’ve just given him. Not that he seems to mind from the way he’s keening beneath you. “Always looking as if you were sculpted by the gods, and all just for me.”

You feel his cock twitch beneath you as he moans shamelessly, “Just for you.”

Slowly, your hands trail up his sides, feeling the way he shivers beneath your touch. At the same time, you begin to grind yourself down onto his aching cock, hearing how he moans for you as you do so.

Without wasting another moment, you take his hard cock into your hand, pumping him a few times as you line him up with your entrance. You tease him, dragging the head through your wet folds a few times before you purposely grind the tip against your clit. The way his fingers dig into your skin says it all.

“Please, Darling,” his chest heaves with every breath, barely able to hold himself together, “Don’t tease me like that.”

The corner of your lips twitch upwards, beginning to sink yourself down on his cock. Still, you cannot help but to tease him, sliding yourself a few inches down, only to lift yourself back off of him shortly after. Each time you do this, you sink lower and lower, noticing how his gaze rests transfixed on the space where your two bodies meet. His breathing comes in jagged pants, clinging onto you for dear life.

Finally, you decide he’s had enough teasing for now, and you slide all the way down. The way he feels fully sheathed inside of you has moans falling from both of your lips, your warm walls pulsing around him almost in time with his heartbeat.

Did he suddenly get bigger? The stretch you’re so used too feels the slightest bit different, as if his cock is even thicker than you remember. Perhaps he’s just that hard.

The feeling of his thumbs stroking lightly over the skin of your thighs grounds you back to the reality before you. His touch is nothing short of tender, and you cannot help the way your heart races from that fact alone.

“Are you okay, Darling?” There’s nothing but deep affection shining within his gaze as he look up at you in awe.

You nod your head. “Are you okay, My Love?”

“Never better.” He smiles, his eyes crinkling at the sides as you feel him throbbing within you. “You can move whenever you’re ready, Darling.”

The only response he gets from you is the twitching of your lips upwards before your hips are shifting against his own.

His eyes nearly roll to the back of his head for the second time tonight, his fingers pressing desperately into your skin. The feeling of your warm cunt sucking him in, your essence dripping down his shaft and onto his skin makes his head spin.

He did this to you. Only he can make you feel this way, and for that, he could not be prouder than he is in this very moment. Only he knows how to please you in such intimate, intricate ways. Ways he’s only every dreamed about.

Finally, all of his wishes are coming true.

He meets your gaze.

“I love you.” His voice is breathless, his own touch gentle on your hips as he helps to guide your movements over him. “I love you so fucking much.”

Again, you smile, humming to yourself as you look down at him in adoration. “I know.”

“Do you-“ he swallows thickly, “Do you love me, too?”

Your expression softens, slowing your pace for the moment. “You know that I do.”

“Say it.” His words are a near whimper on his lips. “Please, My Love, I need to hear you say it.”

“Baby-“

“Say you love me.” His grip tightens, almost desperately on your hips. “Even if it’s just for tonight. Please, say you love me.”

You cup his face in your hands, leaning over him as you stare deeply into his eyes.

“I am so in love with you, Baby.” You breathe out, stilling above him. “And I don’t think I could ever stop.”

“I never want you to stop.” His hands begin to creep up your back, pulling you flush against him.

“Then, I won’t.” You hum, placing a kiss right above his racing heart.

“Please, My Love,” he whimpers, his eyes squeezing shut as he fights off his tears for the time being. “Say it again.”

Immediately, you comply. “I love you, Baby.”

He flips your positions, sensually grinding his hips into yours as he moans lowly.

“One more-” He pleads, voice catching in his throat. He rest his forehead against your own as his one hand comes up to intertwine with yours. “One more time.”

“I love you.”

Slowly, his hips roll into your own, letting you feel every inch of his cock pressing against your walls with every movement he makes. He’s in no rush, wanting to savour this moment, this feeling here with you for as long as he can. This is everything that he’s ever wanted, and so much more. Finally, he gets to experience it with you.

After all, everything that he is, everything that he does, is for you.

Blissful sighs escape you with each movement of his hips, only emphasized by the way he grinds himself into you each time he’s fully sheathed inside of you once more. His one hand holds onto your own desperately, fingers interlaced with yours as he presses his body against you in every way that he knows how.

A single touch isn’t enough, he needs to feel all of you. A simple glance is too fleeting, he needs to have your attention focussed only on him at all times.

“Look at me, Baby,” his deep voice draws your gaze to his own. “Keep your eyes on me.”

A choked whimper escapes you, your free hand desperately clawing at his back to draw him in closer to you. 

The feeling of your nails raking over his shoulders is a sensation unlike any other, and it has him twitching inside of you yet again. He can never get enough of you. Nothing will ever be enough. Not when it comes to you.

“You’re so pretty,” he nips lightly at your jawline, thrusts becoming the slightest bit sharper as he continues to grind himself into you. “So pretty spread out beneath me, letting me take care of you like this.”

A gasp escapes your lips as the head of his cock brushes against such a tender spot within you.

“Oh? Is that it?” He shifts his hips, angling his cock to grind against that spot once more. The way you keen into him, walls clenching involuntarily around him has a smile tugging at his features. “Am I making you feel good, Baby?”

“So good,” you breathe out, eyes fluttering shut as he continues to sensually roll his hips into yours. Your breath hitches, “Yes, just like that.”

Softly, he begins to press kisses against your skin, tongue soothing over everywhere he can as he claims you in every way he knows how.

“So beautiful for me,” he hums. “Letting me take care of you like this.”

He can tell there’s a word beginning to form on your lips, but you bite them to keep it from spilling out. He bites down the slightest bit harder on your neck, thrusts increasing in pace as he desperately needs to hear you say it.

“Go on, My Love,” he encourages lowly. “Let it out. Let it all out.”

A desperate moan escapes you, pulling him closer. “Mine.”

His hips stutter against your own, a deep, guttural groan escaping him as his brow furrows. His heart feels as if it’s about to beat right out of his chest, grip growing all the more tighter on your body.

“Yours, Baby.” His head falls against your own as he snaps his hips into your own a little more sharply now. “All yours, and I always will be.”

Your breath hitches at that, and he notices you staring at him with wide, glossy eyes.

“Am I-“ your voice is small, innocent, as if suddenly uncertain of yourself. “Am I yours?”

His heart swells inside of his chest, a loving smile pulling at his features.

“Forever, Baby.” He kisses you, pouring everything he is into the movement of his lips against your own. Pulling away, he rests his forehead against your own. “You will always be mine.”

This time, it’s you who pulls him down for a kiss. The way your tongues move against one another is desperate, moaning into each other’s mouths as he begins to pick up his pace.

His hips snap into your own, adjusting his position slightly so that he can bring his free hand down between your bodies to begin flicking at your clit.

Your eyes fall shut, head being tossed back as a low whine escapes your throat. Your thighs begin to twitch around his waist, holding him desperately to you he kisses you like his life depends on it. Which, to him, it does.

Gently, his thumb circles over that sensitive little nub, feeling your walls beginning to spasm around him in time with his thrusts. You can tell that you’re getting close, that familiar tightening building within your abdomen with every move that he makes.

“Oh, fuck- just like that, Baby,” you whimper against him, clinging to him for dear life. “Don’t stop- you’re gonna make me-“

A desperate keen escapes your lips as your whole body stills. Not even a moment later, your entire form trembles in his embrace, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your orgasm washes over you. Whimpers and whines continuously escape you as he helps you ride you through your high. He holds you as close as he possibly can, feeling your walls clenching around him, squeezing him so sinfully as his hips begin to stutter.

Not even a moment later, he stills inside of you, releasing deep into your warmth as he moans your name. He can feel his cock twitching inside of you, lazily thrusting a few more times before grinding his hips into your own.

Every movement, every touch, you both are sensitive to, breaths mingling as you attempt to heave air into your lungs. A second later, and he’s collapsing on top of you, his skin sticking to yours as he holds you close. 

Gently, you begin to card your fingers of your free hand through his hair.

“So good to me,” you hum lightly. “So, so good to me.”

“Only for you, Darling.” He places a tender kiss onto the skin of your chest. “Only for you.”

“I love you, Baby.” You manage to catch his gaze, watching as it shines with nothing but adoration for you.

“I love you.” He breathes, finding enough strength to lift himself up in order to kiss you deeply once more.

Slowly, he pulls himself out of you, the both of you whining at the loss of contact. Almost immediately, he goes to wrap you in his arms, but you standing from the bed draws his attention.

“Where are you going?” He pouts, following your figure as you retreat back to the bathroom.

“To pee, what does it look like I’m doing, silly.” You giggle. “I don’t want to get another UTI like the last time.”

The way his brow furrows slightly has you giggling once more as you disappear into the bathroom. Not even two minutes later, you’re reappearing, a damp cloth held in your hand.

He looks at you curiously, “Shouldn’t I be doing that for you?”

You nearly snort out a laugh. “When have you ever done that for me?”

His gaze is nothing but soft as he watches you clean him up, your touch soothing against his heated skin. The care you extend towards him makes his heart swell, and he cannot help but fall deeper for you in that very moment.

Just as you return to the bathroom to disposed of the cloth, he moves to open the mini-fridge. Pulling two bottles of water out, he immediately hands one to you once you return to him.

“Drink.” A firm nod is sent your way at the skeptical look you shoot him.

Wordlessly, you obey, sitting back on the edge of the bed after pulling the covers back. Once you’ve had your fill of water, you’re placing the bottle onto the bedside table, right beside your phone.

A warmth at your back has you sparing a glance at the male behind you from over your shoulder. His hands lightly trail over your shoulders, rubbing tenderly against your skin as he places gentle kisses against the side of your neck.

“Are you okay, My Love?” His voice is low, so as not to disturb the quaint moment between the both of you. “Sore anywhere? Stiff? Tender?” He hums, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. “I could give you a massage if you want?”

You blink, caught off guard by his inquiry. Normally, it’s you who has to give him a massage after sex, not the opposite way around. The fact that he even offered has your heart racing pleasantly inside of your chest.

“I’m alright,” you place a loving hand over his arm, of which settles over the skin of your waist, pulling you flush against him. “Are you okay?”

You take the time to face him now, staring deeply into his eyes.

“Never better.” He smiles, cupping your face gently in his one hand. “Lay with me for a while, yeah?”

You mirror his expression, lips pulling upwards tenderly as you nod.

A moment later, the two of you are laying yourselves beneath the sheets, your head resting over his chest as he holds you close. His one hand holds your own, fingers intertwined as his other strokes calmly over your spine.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” You ask him after a few minutes of silence. “You’ve been acting different all night.”

“Have I?” He hums, almost knowingly. “Maybe I’ve just realized that I never appreciated the love of my life like she’s always deserved. You are everything to me, Darling, and I hope you never forget that.”

“You’ve been smooth talking all night. Since when have you been known to enjoy all of this ‘lovey-dovey, romantic crap’ as you’ve so put it before?” You quirk a brow at him, shifting your gaze to look up at his face.

“But you like it, do you not?” He hums, hand continuing to stroke tenderly over your spine.

“I do.” You hum in confirmation. “But when have you ever been known to do things like this for me?”

He remains silent, and you believe he’s actually contemplating your words. A surprising fact, considering he would normally scoff and retort with something like, ‘I always do things for you.’

Your heart warms for the moment, choosing to revel in his embrace and the way he doesn’t seem to fight you on this. It’s quite refreshing, and you wish it could be like this all of the time, but you know that by tomorrow, he’ll probably be back to his regular self.

You sigh, somewhat wistfully.

“What is it?” He hums, sparing a glance down at you resting in his arms.

“No retort, and you’re actually listening to me and my desires for once?” You reply, somewhat blissfully. “I wish you were always like this.”

“Like what, My Love?” There he goes with that term of endearment you’ve always been fond of. A term which he never really used to enjoy before tonight, it seems.

“My perfect lover.” 

You swear that this night is too good to be true. A sentiment that is unknowingly shared by the male that holds you even tighter while laying in bed with you. Yet, for you both, neither of you particularly want this night to end.

With that thought, you allow yourself to fall asleep, succumbing to the darkness pulling you deeper into an unconscious abyss. Besides, you’ll probably wake up in the morning to this having all been a dream. A beautiful, blissful dream which has fulfilled all of your deepest desires.

Morning comes, and instead of waking from the dream like you thought, you are awoken to the sound of your phone buzzing on the side table. Groggily, you blink the sleep from your eyes, bringing your hands up to rub them in the next moment. 

You can feel a weight pressing against your back, and when you turn your head, you see the sleeping face of your lover staring back at you. His arms are wrapped securely around your waist, as if he’s afraid you might disappear at a moment’s notice.

You must have shifted your positions overnight, you turning onto your side with him following right behind, even unknowingly. Still, it takes you a good minute to wiggle out of his embrace, hearing him groan in annoyance as he turns onto his back. Luckily, he appears to stay inside of the realm of dreams, even as your phone begins to vibrate with a call once more.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, you grab the device. One look at the screen and your eyes are going wide, standing from the mattress as you answer the call.

“Hello?” Your voice is still rough from sleep, that much you can tell, even as you speak into the receiver.

“Finally! We’ve been attempting to contact you all morning!” Quincy can be heard through the speaker as you quickly toss on some pants and a shirt. “We have an emergency.”

“What’s going on?” Your brow furrows, mind focusing more on the scenery around you finally.

“We found a body this morning.” She states.

“Yes, Don Vanderleen has been dealt with as of last night.” You confirm, wondering where this is all going.

Nothing could have prepared you for the next words out of her mouth.

“No, it’s not just his body.” Quincy sighs pointedly. “We found Jongin’s body. Well, what’s left of it.”

You let out a laugh of disbelief. “That’s impossible.”

“As your superior, I would never lie to you over these types of matters.” She states, rather firmly.

“That’s impossible, because I’m staring at him right now.” You reply, tone a bit harsh at being woken up with something like this. “You must have found Kai’s body instead.”

“Genetics confirms that it was Jongin’s body.” She sighs. “I’m sorry to have to be the one to tell you.”

Your heart leaps into your throat unpleasantly, seeing the male on the bed beginning to rouse the longer that you’re on the phone.

“No,” you shake your head, tears forming in your eyes. “You’re wrong.”

A tremendous sigh is heard on the other end of the phone. “There was no mole on the back of his neck. I would send you the photos forensics took, but I fear it may be too soon for you to see.”

“This can’t be happening.” You mumble, running a hand over your head desperately.

“I’m sorry.” Quincy sighs once more. “I’ll call you again when I have more details. As his wife, I thought you should be the first to know.”

Without waiting for a response, she hangs up, and you are force to watch who you assume to be your husband finally awaken to the world around him.

The male sits up, rubbing lightly at his eyes. Slowly, he lets his arms fall back to the bed, blinking the remaining sleep from his vision. You notice his gaze darts slightly around the room, brow furrowing in minor confusion before he turns his attention to you standing in the corner. As soon as he sees you, his eyes are widening ever so slightly before a smile of almost pleasant disbelief is painting his features.

He runs his fingers through his hair.

It seems as if he thought all of last night had been a dream, too.

“Good morning, Darling-“

“How dare you call me that.” Your voice is low as the first of your tears begin to trail down the side of your cheeks.

Immediately, worry crosses his features, the male shifting to move closer to you and comfort you in any way he can.

“Don’t come any closer!” You raise a hand, halting him right in his tracks.

“Baby, what’s gotten into you?” His eyebrows furrow, nothing but concern shining in his eyes. Eyes which plead desperately for you to tell him what’s going on.

You swallow thickly. There’s only one way you know to prove that Quincy spoke true.

“Turn around.” You keep your voice low, hoping beyond anything that it remains steady for the moment. “I want to see the mole on the back of your neck.”

His whole body tenses slightly, but you do not fail to catch it this time.

“What are you talking about? You know I don’t have a mole on the back of my neck.” He chuckles, somewhat nervously.

“Then, you should have no problem showing me.” Comes your blunt reply.

“Baby, what has you so paranoid?” He searches your face. “Do you not trust me?”

He shifts off of the bed, pulling on the closest pair of pants he can find as he stands.

“I got a call.” You state, and he glances down at your phone held in your hand. “They found a body.”

His gaze darts back up to your own.

“A dead body.” Your whole body begins to tremble.

He blinks.

“It’s your brother.”

He remains silent, and you swear you can hear a pin drop with how still you both have gone.

He swallows, “I told you that I couldn’t find him when I went up to the roof.”

Your shoulders seemingly relax the slightest bit when he says this.

Cautiously, he takes a step closer.

“A lot has happened in the past twenty-four hours,” he speaks to you calmly, as if attempting to calm you even further from the edge. “Why don’t we just take it easy, yeah? Take a deep breath, and then we can handle this together.”

Softly, you begin to nod your head, seemingly dropping your guard for the moment as your shoulders slouch.

“I suppose you’re right,” you sigh, clutching onto your phone as a lifeline as you step closer to him, resting just at the foot of the bed. “Let’s just stay together, and watch the sunrise.”

You see his brow furrow slightly in confusion, and your heart drops.

“But the sun’s already up, My Love.” He offers you a somewhat perplexed smile.

“Oh,” you chuckle, but you know that it’s quite stiff. “I suppose you’re right.”

In the next moment, you reach for him, appearing to seek his touch just as he does the same to you. Only, you’ve been planning this since the second he stepped out of bed.

A blink, and you have him pinned on his stomach, his one arm trapped beneath his body while you pull the other one behind his back. Your touch is nowhere near as gentle as it was last night as you shove his head into the mattress, pushing the ends of his golden locks upwards to reveal what you’ve been dreading since you got the call.

There, resting just below his hairline, resides a small mole, practically glaring back up at you in the light of the morning sun.

As if the code he botched wasn’t enough, this just proves it.

Your breathing deepens, chest heaving with every stuttering inhale you take as the harshness of reality sinks in around you. Suddenly, the room is thick with tension. So much so, that it weighs on your shoulders, suffocating you with every beat of your frantic heart.

You push yourself off of him, shaking your head as more tears fall from your eyes.

“No,” you back yourself against the wall as you watch him push himself up from the bed with a disappointed sigh. “No, this can’t be happening.”

Your heart feels as if someone has reached inside and torn it from your chest, the betrayal you feel coming through as clear as day on your face.

“Darling-“

“Don’t fucking call me that!” You shriek, eyes blazing with an unbridled fury. “You- you-“ you push yourself as far against the wall as you can, your voice breaking as you attempt to find words, “you made me believe you were him.”

A deadly silence washes over the both of you.

“I should have known,” you scoff, a sort of sadness taking over your features. “I should have known it was too good to be true. He’s never listened to me like that. He’s never loved me like that.”

Kai’s jaw twitches in irritation, watching you break down in front of him like this.

“The entire night,” you laugh bitterly, “the entire night he was missing, probably already dead. Yet here I was, fucking his brother.” Your expression drops, horror painting your features. “I fucking cheated on my dead husband with his brother. I- I-“ You meet his gaze, breath hitching in your throat as you realize something. “Why did you let me believe that you were him?”

He remains silent, lips pursed into a thin line.

“Why?” You shout, tears streaming down your face.

“He could never love you the way that I could.” Kai’s voice is low as he replies, watching your every move carefully. “He’s never loved you in the way you deserved.”

“That’s bullshit!” You spit. “Who are you to decide who can and can’t love me? Who are you to decide what kind of love I deserve?”

“He’s never deserved you, period.” He keeps his tone steady, but you can hear the restrained anger he holds back for the moment.

“And you do?” You counter, incredulously.

“I loved you first!” His one hand slams over his heart, nails biting into the skin of his bare chest. “I wanted you first. He only wanted you to prove I could never have you; to take you away from me. He never loved you, he only loved knowing he had something else over me. The only thing I’ve ever wanted. The only person I’ve ever loved.”

Your eyes catch on that gold band wrapped around his one finger.

Pure dread washes over you as realization sinks in. Your blood runs cold.

“How did you get that ring?”

Kai notices your gaze locked on his hand, and he pulls it away only to gaze down lovingly at the metal adoring his finger.

“It belonged to me before he stole it.” He replies, somewhat bitterly. At your skeptical look, he’s quick to continue, “Yes, your loving husband took this set of rings from me to propose to you with. After I had told him of my intentions of doing the exact same thing. Only, he got to them first.”

“So, you had two sets.” You voice, attempting to wrap your head around this new information.

“Oh, no, Darling,” he shakes his head, the corner of his lips tugging upwards maniacally. “Just the one.”

Your brow furrows, until morbid realization paints your features. “You killed him.”

“He didn’t deserve to live.” Comes his blunt reply. “Not after everything he’s done. Not after everything he’s put you through.”

“That wasn’t for you to decide.”

“Wasn’t it, though?” Kai hums, tilting his head mockingly. “He couldn’t protect you properly. I saw what that bastard did to you last night. Do you really think Jongin would have done anything about it? No. Instead, he pulled you on top of himself when the bullets started flying to protect himself. He never cared about you, because no matter how much attention you could give him, it would never be enough. You were never enough for him.”

“He pulled me on top of him because I said I didn’t want any of that man’s vile blood to touch me.” Your voice is low, like the approach of an oncoming storm. “You are so jealous of your brother, you continuously make up false claims just to tarnish his name. You never saw how he treated me behind closed doors. You don’t know what our relationship was like.”

“Really? Because I certainly learned enough last night.” Comes his pointed retort. “He was a fucking selfish lover, wasn’t he? Always putting his pleasure first over your own. He used you in every way he could to get himself off, both physically and emotionally, yet you’re still too blind to see it!”

“Don’t pretend to know what he was like.” You snap, arms crossing over your chest. “At least he never made me believe he was someone he was not.”

“You’re the one who assumed I was him.”

“You’re the one that went along with it!” You counter, your chest heaving as you swear your heart might collapse at any moment from the suffocating feeling of pain that surrounds it. “Now, I’ll have to live my entire life knowing I slept with my husband’s murderer on the night he was killed. I cheated on my dead husband!”

With each word, your voice rises. You’re almost hysterical at this point, beginning to pace while laughing insanely the whole while.

“You want to get mad at me for killing someone as vile as him?” Kai’s nostrils flare. “I killed him before he could kill me. It was self defence! Unfortunately, it doesn’t seem like Shinobu or Nancy were that lucky.”

“Are you seriously implying that my husband was the one who killed Nancy and Shinobu?” You reply incredulously, eyes going wide in disbelief.

“He told me himself that he killed any further doubts you might have about him last night.” Kai states, somewhat matter of factly.

“And I’m supposed to believe you?” You scoff, shaking your head.

“I would never lie to you.” There is nothing but honesty dripping from both his tone and his gaze, and you hate how you actually do believe him.

“Yet, you made me believe you were your brother.” Your voice isn’t as firm as before, your tears slowing, too.

“You said it yourself last night,” he meets your gaze, eyes flashing, “I am your perfect lover.”

“You’re despicable,” you spit, noticing how he slowly begins to creep towards you now.

Your heart leaps into your throat, and you begin to angle yourself away from him. Only, he’s faster, pinning you to the wall as he rests his forehead against your own.

“Every night could be like the last when you’re with me. No, it will be.” He breathes, pressing himself right up against you despite your best efforts to shove him off of you. “You know I can treat you right, Darling. I think I’ve more than proved myself to you. I have always wanted you. I have always loved you. With me, you’d never have to question that again.”

You hands come up to rest on his chest, keeping him distanced from you as much as you can.

“You’ve betrayed me, Kai.” Your voice is but a mere whisper on your lips, the devastation clear on your features. “I can never forgive that.”

“That’s bullshit!” He pushes himself off of the wall, anger pulling at his features. “You can’t forgive me, but you can continue to love a man who continuously cheated on you, and could never love you in the ways that you’ve always deserved?”

“Jongin never cheated on me, Kai.” You state lowly. “Your brother was a lot of things, but cheater he was not. Not after he knew what happened with my parents.”

The male before you remains silent.

“You knew what happened with my parents, how they didn’t know the meaning of loyalty. You know how I feel about cheaters, and you purposely led me to believe you were my husband just so you could fuck me.” You slowly begin backing away from him again, leading yourself towards the hallway that will lead out of the room. Your phone begins buzzing in your hand. “How do you think that looks to me, Kai? You say you love me, but would someone in love do something as unforgivable as that to the one they claim to love?”

“I do love you.” His tone is firm, taking a step forward as tears gather in the corners of his eyes.

“No,” you shake your head, finally having reached the bedside table. “You don’t love me. You want to own me.”

His breath hitches, the first of his tears beginning to trail openly down his cheeks.

“I have always loved you.” He repeats his words from earlier, a bit more desperately this time. “Last night-“

“Last night was you manipulating me into getting what you’ve always wanted from me.” You say. “You want to make Jongin out to be the bad guy when you’re the worst one!”

“I only want to love you!” His fist slams against the wall beside him in frustration before he begins tugging desperately at his hair. “Can you not see that?”

“I cannot love a man like you, Kai.” You shake your head, feeling your phone begin vibrating once more in your hand. “I never can, and I never will."

Something within his eyes flash, and he goes so still, you swear that he’s stopped breathing.

“You don’t mean that,” he starts to hyperventilate, his eyes crazed as he begins clawing at his face. “You- you- you need me like I need you! You said you loved me! You said I was yours!”

“I said I loved my husband, Kai.” Your voice is firm as you meet his devastated, tearstained face. “Not you.”

“No!” He lunges, managing to knock your phone out of your hands as he wraps his arms around you. You both go tumbling to the floor. Desperately, he clings to you, sobbing into your neck. “You can’t leave me! I love you! I did this for you. For us!”

“Kai, let me go.” You attempt to push him off of you, but he doesn’t relent his hold on you even in the slightest.

“No.” He begins to shake his head. “I- I’ll make you love me. You’ll see!”

“Kai, this isn’t an opportunity for you to change my mind.” You, again, attempt to shove him off of you to no avail.

“I don’t need to change your mind,” he starts to nod, as if he’s convincing himself more so than you, now. “I’ve already proved it to you. You felt it, didn’t you? You felt my love last night. You wouldn’t call me your perfect lover otherwise.”

You can tell he’s no longer talking to you, but reasoning with himself. The more he speaks, the more he seems to believe, calming himself down with each word that he says.

A knock at the door breaks his train of thought. He stiffens.

“Don’t answer that.”

Another knock, more frantic than the first sounds.

You attempt to break free from his grasp once more, only for him to pull you firmly back into his arms each time.

“You’re not going anywhere, Darling.” His voice is low, suddenly much more ominous than only moments before. “I won’t let you leave me.”

You still, heart stuttering as a fear unlike ever before floods your veins. If he can kill his own brother, there’s no telling what he might do to you.

A call of your name from a familiar voice outside the door draws your attention.

“Are you in there?”

It’s Quincy.

Just as you open your mouth to respond, Kai slaps a hand over your lips.

“Shh,” he keeps his voice low right by your ear, sending an unpleasant shiver down your spine. “Wouldn’t want the big boss lady to disturb the happy couple, now, would we?”

You shake your head, deciding to play along with his games for the moment. You’d rather stay alive than upset him further and truly set him off. He already seems incredibly unhinged, and there’s no telling what he might do.

Another knock sounds.

Slowly, Kai beings to lower his hand, trusting that you won’t act out.

Only, you know better.

A loud yelp escapes him as you bite down on his hand quite harshly. This causes him to loosen his hold on you, and you managing to scramble free after elbowing him in the chest. Rolling away from him, you’re quick to fling open the closet door right beside you, seeing as you wouldn’t have enough time to stand and open the door to the room. Luckily, you know where you’ve stashed all the guns, and the closest one now rests in your hands as you stand back to your feet.

“I’m inside, Quincy.” You call over your shoulder, watching as Kai slowly stands to his feet with his arms raised beside him. You cock the gun. “Kai’s gone mad.”

You hear a low curse come from behind the slab of wood behind you, some shuffling occurring as she whispers order too low to make out.

“Please, Darling,” he expression falls. “Don’t do this. You know I can make you so happy.”

“Take off that ring.” Your eyes briefly dart to his hand, that metal band glinting almost mockingly at you now. “Besides, I thought I told you not to call me that.”

“And I thought I told you that these rings are mine.” His eyes flash. “Ours.”

Your nostrils flare. “Fine then.”

Shifting your hand, you begin to slide your own wedding band off of your finger. Except, Kai takes advantage of your movements, lunging towards you while you’re distracted. He manages to wrestle the gun from your hands as you go tumbling to the ground. You scramble onto your back, hands supporting you as you look at the man you thought you could trust.

The gun is now pointed at your head, tears streaming down his face as he gazes down at you with nothing but sorrow on his features.

“Don’t make me do this.” He nearly chokes on a sob.

You can hear some scratching at the door. The slow, telltale movements of someone picking the lock.

“I’m not making you do anything, Kai.” You shake your head. “You did it all yourself.”

“Please,” he begs, hand trembling as that barrel stares you down. “I don’t want to lose you.”

“You can’t lose what you’ve never had, Kai.” You reply lowly.

His expression falls, and you notice his hand has stopped shaking.

“Fine then.” He swallows thickly, as if steeling himself for what he’s about to do.

You hear the click of the lock falling out of place.

“If I can’t have you,” his eyes are crazed, wild as he meets your own, “No one can.”

The sound of the door swinging open is synonymous with the gunshot that echoes throughout the room. The second shot is quick to follow, a body falling limply to the floor.

[nirvanawrites111]

Say You Love Me (Sub!Jongin x AFAB!Reader)

Word Count: 3727

Pairing: Kim Jongin x Afab!Reader

Genre AU: Male Stripper AU

Summary: Y/n runs No Manners male revue club and is recently divorced from Kim Jongin. But, needs a huge favor so that Y/n doesn't lose money and customers. No pronouns are used but Y/N is afab.

other characters mentioned: Ten, Taemin, Jun, Choi Minho, Leo

Warnings: Smut, sub!Jongin, Stripper club universe, pegging, strong language, oral sex (both rec), cum eating, degradation during sex. Calls Jongin a whore. Also... Jongin calls Y/N Daddy!, fingers (both rec)

Mentions of being with Ten Lee and Taemin. This chapter is just Y/n and Jongin together.

MINORS PLS DO NOT INTERACT. Ty so much!!!

A/n: Not sure if Y/n will have intimate scenes with everyone just yet. But I had to release this part because the sub!Jongin community is pretty dry and I need it for my mental health and clear skin.

Okay, I'm rambling.. also I'm obsessed with LET ME IN by Exo. It's been on repeat since Monday. I even play the slowed version. THE VOCALSSS.

If you enjoy my work please reblog it. I appreciate it!

SMUT BELOW THE CUT

"Where the fuck is Lee Taemin?!" You scream. You swallow hard, and your throat is raw. You walk around the lockers trying to find your main attraction for tonight. 

He knows how vital that headliner spot is. People come from far distances to see him perform.

The last thing you need is to deal with disgruntled customers tonight. 

You see Ten walk past you in a fishnet bodysuit covered in body glitter, and you grab his arm. "Hey! Where do you think you're going?"

Ten turns around with his other hand still gripping the sizeable clear trash bag of dollar bills. "Umm, I'm going to count my money in your office. What's up?" His hisses. 

"Where the fuck is your friend, Taemin?" You ask. 

"Umm.." Ten avoids eye contact and looks down at the floor. "I have no idea."

You step closer to him and are less than an inch away from him. "Look at me, Ten."

His eye contact connects with yours, and he stares at you. "Yes?"

"Where is Taemin?"

"In the parking lot with Jimin."

"Thank you, baby," you pull him closer and kiss him.

You let it linger for a bit, and then you pull away. You head out of the locker room's back door and search the parking lot for the infamous pink Lamborghini. 

You see it in the back of the parking lot and race over to the car with your heels clicking against the pavement. 

You find yourself at the passenger side window and knock on it. Taemin jumps, and grabs his chest. 

"Roll down the window, drama queen!" you yell. You want to yank him out of the car because he has been MIA for the last few hours.

Not to mention he's still in his regular clothes, and his set is coming up soon. 

"Heyyy! Y/n," Taemin greets you. 

The marijuana smoke hits your face before he can say anything else. Both of their eyes are bloodshot red, and you are irritated, to say the least. 

"Get out of the car. You're late for work!" 

Taemin fumbles with the door, and Jimin starts laughing. 

"You look nice. Y/n. Are you hiring by chance?" Jimin asks.

"Fuck, no," you spit. 

You grab Taemin's hand as he gets out of the car. 

"What's up, baby?" Taemin replies. 

 "Don't baby me! I put you on as a solo headliner for tonight and you're literally blowing it. You know I don't let you anyone go up there high or drunk."

"I know. I know. I'm not high though. I was just talking with Jimin about doing some music. He has a producer friend that can get our songs on the radio," Taemin explains. 

"Taemin, I can't let you go on stage like this. Go home."

"What?" Taemin glares at me with glossy eyes. 

"You heard me the first time. You can't come to work like this. It's the rules."

"No, c'mon this night is important."

"I can't give you special treatment just cause we're fucking. You gotta go home."

You sigh in disappointment. You wanted so much more for him. He'd worked so hard to get to that top spot. He was just as much of a crowd favorite as Kai.

Kai's departure was so unexpected. You were left scrambling to replace him.

But, that's when Taemin stepped up to the plate, and helped boost the club back to where it was when Kai was the headliner. 

"Y/n, please. C'mon."

"I said what I said."

You walk away from Taemin because you might say something you regret or can't take back if you say anything else.

You reach into your back pocket. Your hand is shaky as you stare down at your iPhone in your palm. You pull up your phone and dial your ex-husband's number. 

"Hello?"

"Jongin." 

You take a deep breath and almost hang up the phone.

But you're desperate and don't want to disappoint your customers. Especially since tonight is a packed house. 

"Yes?"

"I need a huge favor. Can you perform tonight as the headliner?"

"Y/n, you haven't talked to me in months and now you need me. Sounds like you're in a tough spot. Where's Taemin?"

"I had to send him home." You grab your keyring off your hip and open the back door. You close it behind you. 

"I'll be there in five. But, you owe me, Y/n."

"Yeah. Yeah. Thank you! Jongin."

You know you won't hear the last of it from everybody, but you are the owner of No Manners. You have to do what's best for business and put all personal feelings aside. 

You walk into your office and see Ten counting his money and clipping it together in stacks. 

"Thanks for telling me about Taemin."

"I told him to come in for work, but he doesn't listen."

"He knew how important tonight is for the club. I don't get why he would do that."

"Me either."

"But, Jongin is performing tonight."

“Jongin… Kim Jongin? Here at No Manners?”

"Yeah, he was my last choice. You already did your set tonight. I couldn't make you do a double."

"You know Taemin is going to be pissed about it."

"I don't care honestly."

"Tonight, is about to be interesting."

"Are you doing the VIP room tonight?"

"No, I'm done for tonight."

"Okay."

Ten glares at the door, and you turn around to see Jongin transformed into his alter-ego. 

Kai. 

Your jaw drops when you see him wearing that one outfit you hand-made for him that he refused to wear. His muscular tone body is even more toned than when you last saw him. 

The tan sheer materials cover his body perfectly, and the rhinestone highlights his manhood but still leaves much to the imagination. 

It looks even better than it did a year ago when you had him first put it on. 

"You look.. stunning, Jongin."

"It's Kai for tonight."

"Right," you snap back to earth and nod. "Did you give the DJ your music."

"Yeah, I'm doing a new routine."

"You still dance?"

"Not in clubs. But, I've been playing around with something. Trust me the crowd will enjoy it."

You look down at your watch. "Alright, well. Let me walk you out."

You head out of the office, and Jongin trails behind you. You are curious about what he's been up to since the divorce was finalized, but you're going to mind your business. 

"That outfit looks perfect on you."

"I know."

You and Jongin stand at the metallic string curtains, and you stare out into the crowd. Jun is wrapping up his set, and his music fades out. 

The DJ starts playing the melody of a beat you have never heard. "We got a special treat for you all tonight. Get your dollar bills out. Hell, bring out your 10s 20s and 100 dollar bills for this special guest, tonight. Everyone rise to your feet for the one and only, Kai."

After the DJ says his name, the crowd erupts into cheers, and Kai struts throughout the crowd. He goes up to a lady coming to the club since you first opened it up. 

Kai works his magic and dances on the customer, and she almost falls over. He catches her, and she screams. People start throwing cash at him. 

One of the younger strippers goes with a trash bag and starts picking up his money for him. 

Kai continues making his runs throughout the crowd and gives a couple lucky people, some special attention. He doesn't care the gender. He doesn't discriminate. 

You are quick to remember why he's always been a crowd favorite. 

Kai finally makes his way onto the stage. You watch him, and he whines his hips to the music, and you can almost get lost in his movement. 

You love the way he connects with the crowd. He always focuses on one person and sucks them into whatever he's doing.

Kai goes over to the pole and swings around it. He climbs to the top and slowly comes down.

 He rises up the pole again and swings around it. He drops down into a split, and he climbs up. The light turns off, and I head to the DJ booth, where the music still plays. 

A few moments pass, and then he's just wearing a rhinestone cover g strip. The crowd cheers even louder, and more people move closer to the stage, throwing money at him. Seeing all that money all over him, he works the pole even harder. 

Your jaw drops when you see your ex-husband in action. He's a natural for this lifestyle and the best to ever do it. 

After his set is over and he heads into his dressing room. The younger stripper walks towards his door with two large trash bags of money. 

You grab the money and knock on the door. "Come in!"

You open the door and place the oversized trash bags on the couch. You glance over to see Jongin cleaning the makeup off his face in front of the vanity. 

"Your set was amazing."

"I know. I’m sure you freaked out about the lights going out."

"Yeah, I thought something was wrong."

"You know I always know what I'm doing. You would have just talked me out of it."

"I know. I appreciate it. The club just isn't the same without you."

"I'm sure. You should let me come back."

"You know Ten and Taemin wouldn't like that."

"You're going to let them affect your business like that?"

"No, but things are calm backstage. You know you're a diva."

"You saw my fucking stage, right?" Jongin glares at you, and his gaze on you is stirring something up in you. 

"I did. You're a headliner. You've always been one. Especially since Choi Minho left. You brought something different."

"The crowd eats it up every single time."

"I know. You were amazing. You didn't miss a beat. How's life post stripper life?" You ask and sit down on the couch next to his vanity. 

"I'd be lying if I said it was easy. Too many people recognize me as a stripper. I honestly needed the money, tonight."

"If you needed help, why didn't you call me?"

Jongin laughs at your question. Why would he ask you for help? He shakes his head and wipes the glitter off his neck. 

"We haven't talked in almost five months. I wanted to put this life behind me. I didn't want to be some washed up stripper."

"You're not a washed-up stripper. You're a talented fucking dancer."

"I know but my resume is seven years an exotic dancer with you as my only reference."

"No one has called my phone. You know I would speak highly of you."

"Well, I haven't gotten any offers."

"Something will come. Listen don't worry about giving me any of the money. Keep it," You reply. 

You stand up, and Jongin stands up in front of you. He towers over you slightly by a few inches. You two are standing looking at each other. 

"I miss you."

The words uttered by Jongin feel personal and envelopes you in a way you can't describe. 

You stare into his eyes and brush his hair back from his face. His usual chocolate locks are an ashy gray hue. His beautiful face sparks something deep inside you.

This is still the Kim Jongin that knows all your deepest secrets. The man who held your hand through building this club. You were there for him when he got into dance school. So much history between the two of you. So much has happened. 

Your chest tightens, and you take a deep breath. The words are caught in his throat. 

"I miss you, too. But, we both know that the divorce was for the best."

"Because I wanted to leave this place and you didn't want to let me go. I wanted to grow past the gaze of desire. I want to be taken seriously."

"I hear you. I knew you leaving the club would affect me financially. I wasn't ready to make that move."

"Well, I will be here for the next month. So, tell your little princess Taemin that his spot is taken."

Jongin slides into his baggy jogging pants and grabs the trash bags.

You know that you need Jongin even though it will cause a rift between the other dancers. You know it's best for business. 

***

Jongin sits in his car and stares at the flashing LED light with the club's name, and he sits back in his seat. He wants to drive out of this parking lot and never return. 

But, the way they cheer his name and empty out their pockets for him is something that will have him returning back. 

Jongin arrives at home to his townhome, which is gate operated. He pulls into the front of his house. He grabs his money and heads into his home. He inserts his keys.

He tosses the bags of money at the door. He kicks off his shoes and heads upstairs to take a shower. 

Seeing you was more than emotional. He didn't know how he would respond to you. Nor did he see if he wanted to even talk to you. 

His phone lights up, and he sees a car at his gate. He lifts his phone to see a red Corvette with the top down. He hits the button to open the gate. 

What is it that you want this late? Did you come to say that you no longer need his services?

Jongin heads downstairs and opens the door. He watches you get out of the car and head up the stairs.

Your strapless jean jumpsuit dress hugs your body just right. Your red heels make you a bit taller, but still not taller than him. 

Jongin raises an eyebrow, and you lift your infamous Gucci bag packed with his favorite toys. 

"So, do you want to get fucked out here on your porch or do you want to invite me in?" You ask him. 

"Come in and fuck me."

***

You push Jongin against the couch, and he smirks at how you manhandled him.

You would be a fool to not want to fuck him after seeing him perform tonight. Everybody is probably going home to masturbate after the performance Jongin delivered tonight. 

"Jongin, my pretty boy." You lean forward and sit down on his lap cowgirl style. You whisper against his ear and nibble as you feel him rise underneath you. 

"I'm yours?" Jongin breathes out. 

"For tonight, yes." You reply. You run your red fingernails down the center of his chest. "Can I taste you? Ya know to reward you for doing such a great job tonight."

"Of course, mistress," Jongin moans. 

The aura of this man is so powerful, yet in your presence, this beauty is so submissive to you. No one would ever believe it if you told them. But, you wouldn't care. 

You move down his waist and get down onto the floor. Your knees dig into the soft light carpet supporting you. You reach up to help me get out of those sweaters. His dick springs to action because he isn't wearing any underwear.  

"Damn, you're always so hard for me," you whisper, tracing your fingers along his length.

"Fuck, I've missed you, daddy."

Jongin loves to call you different things whenever you two are intimate, but daddy is the one thing you love the most. He's the only guy to ever do it. 

"Mmm… I haven't heard that name in months." You grab his dick and swirl your tongue around the head. Your core tingles, and you work your mouth up and down on him. 

"Please.." Jongin emits a moan, and it makes your heart flutter.

This was your favorite way to see the real Jongin. With his legs spread for you and moaning and panting. You haven't even really got into it, and already you are bringing him close to his release. 

"Please? What? You like it? Or you want me to stop?" You taunt him. 

"No, please keep going. I'm not going to last," he whimpers. 

Of course, he's not. He always reacts to you so well. You love that about him. It doesn't take a lot for him to come. He's been like this since you two first fucked. 

"You know other people might not like how easily you cum, but I'm honored how fast I can make you come."

"I know.. I'm only like this with you."

You stop and sit up on your knees. You watch his eyes spring open, and he looks down at you. "Why'd you stop?"

"You need to work for that nut, sir." 

You lie back against the carpet with your legs open. Showing him you’re pretty pussy without any underwear.

You want to taste his nut on your tongue, but you want to make him work for it. You know he's always up for a challenge. 

"Eat me until I come, Nini."

Jongin doesn't hesitate, moves down on the floor, and holds onto your legs as his tongue probes your sensitive region. You can feel the heat building inside you as Jongin's skilled tongue works its magic. You moan and writhe under his touch. 

One thing about him is he knows how to please you and will do all he can to ensure you know it.

His tongue explores your slit, and he catches your juices dripping down because of how turned on you are from hearing him moan for you. 

You could get off just from hearing him moan. You have in the past, recorded the audio of two of you having sex and used it for your personal time when you were alone.

Jongin sticks a finger inside you, and your body reacts to him quickly. He pulls it out and sucks it on his finger. You love the sight of seeing feast on you. 

He pushes two fingers inside of you and does the same thing again. "I've missed your sweet taste. Nobody taste like you."

Jongin leans down and kisses your pussy. His soft lips against yours make your body jolt. He is getting lost in pleasing you. Everything he does feels so good.

You can feel the heat building up inside you as Jongin continues exploring your body with his fingers. You moan softly, lost in the pleasure he is giving you. His kisses are gentle and loving, making you feel cherished and desired.

Jongin kisses on your pearl while he fingers you. You ride his fingers until you squirt all over them. He sucks your juices off his fingers. Jongin moves down and replaces his tongue where his fingers were to slurp out the rest of your release. You grab the back of his head while he sucks the soul of your body. 

"Fuck, Jongin!" You cry out and continue to ride the wave of your orgasm. It feels too good, and now you're sensitive to the touch. You push him off of you. 

Jongin lies next to you and you get down to his dick. You are on the right side of him and sucking him faster than before.

No one has eaten your pussy like that since you were last with him, so you know he's earned the right to come. 

You stick your finger in your dripping pussy to wet your finger. You stick it into his ass. He's always liked it, especially when you give him head. 

"Shit.. you know I love when you do that, daddy, please," Jongin whines. 

Just like that, he comes so hard in your mouth, and you swallow it. You love the taste of him. You climb on top of him. 

"Tonight is just an one time, thing, okay? If you're going to be at the club for a month. I don't want us to mess around. Cool?"

"Yea, of course. We're just getting it out of system."

"Exactly."

You stand up, unzip your jean dress, and toss it on the couch. You grab your Gucci bag and head upstairs. You still have your heels on. 

You make your way to his bedroom. You grab your strap-on and put it on. You sit on the bed and wait for him to come upstairs. You pour lube on your strap-on and coat it perfectly. 

Jongin comes upstairs. He's completely nude. He gets on top of you and slides down onto your strap-on. You feel the weight of his body on top of you as he starts to move back and forth. 

You lean back against the bed and watch him bounce on it. You like watching him fuck himself on your strap. 

"You're so.. naughty. Jongin. You're fucking yourself on my strap. You missed me that bad?" You coax him. 

"Maybe," he giggles. 

You slap his ass and grab it while he continues to ride you. In some weird way, you still have feelings for him.

Something you probably won't admit to him, and you don't know how you'll be able to survive a month with him at the club. 

"Maybe? You're acting like a whore."

"Cause you make me this way."

You lift him up and hold on to him while keeping the strap inside. You lay him on the bed on his back. You hold his legs open while you stroke into him. 

"Now stroke yourself, whore," You instruct him, and he obeys you. 

You grind your hips and continue to pound his tight ass. You miss moments like this. You know he's needy for the next nut by how he's jacking his dick. 

Your hand covers his as you pump harder until him until he comes again. 

"I love you, Jongin," You lean forward and slip your tongue into his mouth. 

"I love you, too, Daddy."

The two of you fall asleep in his bed, and the following day you wake up. Jongin still is sleeping, and you sit on the edge of the bed. 

You look at your group chat with The Lee Twins. 

Ten: Where are you? Y/n

Taemin: Damn, you didn't come home last night. Are you really that mad at me? I'm really sorry, Y/n. 

You: It's okay. You're spot is being replaced for the month. I'll see you two soon. 

You know things are about to get crazy, but you know Jongin can take the club to new heights. 

Read Part 2

[eomayas]

Hi!! I don’t know if the blurb requests are still open, but if they are, could you write something about jealous Junmyeon?

yours • kjm [req]

pairing: junmyeon x f!reader

genre: fluff & angst

warnings: none

junmyeon doesn't get jealous.

he's never been the jealous type, and never had a problem with his girlfriends have male friends, or bringing his girlfriends around his bandmates. he never felt like he had to worry that she'd be whisked away—to put it plainly, junmyeon just never had to worry.

but watching the way you keep laughing at everything baekhyun is saying, the way you throw your head back and let out one of his favorite sounds in the entire world, is starting to turn him green. junmyeon doesn't miss the way baekhyuns eyes linger on your neck, your lips, and sometimes dance down to the exposed part of your chest. junmyeon tried to write it off as a casualty, as an accident. perhaps he was envisioning it, seeing something that wasn't there. but then baekhyun did it again, and again, and junmyeon decided he was tired of it.

"okay, that's enough," junmyeon tries to make his voice sound light, but its everything but. your laughter dies down and you look over at him with concern, eyes wide.

"you okay?" you ask quietly, a hand on his leg. junmyeon softens at your touch and nods, leaning over and placing a kiss on your cheek. you smile and turn back to baekhyun nearly immediately, and your boyfriend deflates against you. okay, maybe he has a jealous bone, but its not like its an everyday thing! you call jongin "your baby", and he doesn't even bat an eye—everybody knows that's different.

junmyeon sets his jaw and aggressively takes a bite of his food, chewing with too much vigor and intensity for the average person. you laugh again, at a joke that junmyeon misses, and he rolls his eyes, unable to stop himself. "it wasn't that funny," he hisses, pulling the attention of both you and baekhyun.

you frown over at your boyfriend, confused with his sudden behavior. "what's up with you?" you ask, fully turning away from baekhyun. junmyeon's adams apple bobs up and down and he looks away from you and mutters 'nothing'. you press your lips together and cross your arms over your midsection. "its something. what's the matter?" you press again, eyes boring holes into the side of his face.

"i'm ready to go," he says, the look in his eye saying enough. you open your mouth to protest, but close it when you see the look on his face. you sigh through your nose and mumble 'alright', before standing up and slinging your jacket over your arms.

"you're leaving?" baekhyun asks, looking up at you and darting his eyes between you and junmyeon. you give him a convincing, tight lipped smile.

"yeah, myeon isn't feeling well," you say, glancing around at the rest of his bandmates. jongdae snorts and you glance over at him, but junmyeon is already shooting him daggers. you furrow your eyebrows, feeling completely left out of an inside joke or something.

junmyeon practically drags you out of the restaurant, and once you get outside you pull yourself from his grasp. he looks over at you, hurt flashing across his face and disappearing in an instant. you frown, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but you don't say anything because he doesn't, and just get into the car.

the first five minutes of the ride are silent, until junmyeon says "damnit!" and whips the car around.

"what is it?" you ask, holding onto your seatbelt.

"i left my laptop at the dorms," he groans, blowing out a breath. since they've been preparing for a comeback, he's been spending quite a bit of time there compared to the house you two share.

"oh," you say, looking over at him. junmyeon worries his bottom lip in a way that can't be because of a forgotten laptop. "myeonnie, talk to me. whats wrong?" he ignores you and you scoff, shaking your head and turning towards the window. if he wanted to be cold to you, you could do the same.

pulling up to the dorm building, you almost stay in the car but decide to go in with him at the last second. no matter how frustrating he is being, you are going to get him to talk.

you follow junmyeon into the dorms and he immediately heads to the kitchen in search of his laptop. you glance around and snort when you spot it wedged between the couch cushions. "i found it," you announce, pulling it from in between the couch. junmyeon thanks you as he comes back into the living room and reaches for the device, but you pull it away. "talk to me."

"y/n, can you not?" he grumbles, running a hand through his hair. you scowl at him and drop your arms down in defeat, barely holding the laptop in between your fingers.

"why are you being so mean, junmyeon! what did i do?" you ask, having reached your limits.

"its not you," he says and you scoff, shaking your head. you shove the laptop into his hands and turn to walk out of the dorm. "baby, wait." he grabs onto your hand and you yank away from him.

"stop it, junmyeon! i obviously did something, or you'd talk to me," you say, crossing your arms over your chest. it pains junmyeon to see you like this, and he doesn't like that you keep using his first name to refer to him.

“it’s not you, baby,” he says, reaching for you once more, but you step back from him. junmyeon cringes and drops the laptop onto the couch cushion. “it’s not you… it’s just, was baekhyun really that funny?”

“what?”

junmyeon drags a hand over his face. “you were laughing at his jokes all night; a lot of them weren’t funny,” you stare at him in shock, an incredulous look on your face as you try to figure out what it all means. “and he kept looking at you, and you kept laughing. i mean seriously, y/n, is he really that funny?" junmyeon asks.

you scoff. "you're jealous—over baekhyun!" you exclaim, ready to burst out laughing because its just... absurd. sure, you like baekhyun, but not like that, not in the slightest. he has good qualities, but they aren't qualities you want. junmyeon has everything you need.

junmyeon sighs and looks away, but his cheeks flush beet red, all the way up to his ears. you bite back a smile and close the gap between the two of you, wrapping your arms around his midsection and resting your chin on his chest. your boyfriend looks down at you and moves hair out of your face. “i’m sorry,” he murmurs, gently brushing your hair back.

you hum and slip your hands up the back of his shirt, softly rubbing your hands up and down his back. “i love you,” he tries, and your face cracks into a smile.

“i love you too,” he gives you a soft kiss, holding onto the sides of your face. “you know, you’re kinda cute when you’re jealous.” you say when you pull apart, grinning up at him.

junmyeon only blushes deeper and hides his embarrassment by putting his lips on yours once more.

[sanjoongie]

Confession

Inspired by Kai’s solo stages confession and spoiler

To my ex husband (ex ult lmao) fr an old Exo-L

Pairing: Kai/ Jongin, Exo x Reader (f)

Genre: Lovers to Enemies au??? Smut and Angst

Warning: verbal fighting, rough sex (consensual af), unsafe sex (it’s fiction but don’t do this in rl okay), multiple orgasms (male and female), swearing, begging, edging, light choking, multiple positions, cream pie, jesus I had a lot to give

Word Count: 3,232

Rated: 18+ MDNI, smut with angst!

A/N: reposting to celebrate our friend anniversary with @ninibears-erigom I’m the better for having you in my life. I will always think of the voice messages you would send to me with a new idea. I miss those days! <3

You leaned against the door frame into your condo. “And who are you?” You said, utter sarcasm dripping from your lips.

“Very funny. Are you going to let me in?”

“Do I know you? I used to know a Jongin, once. It’s been a really long time though.”

“Listen, I’m not going to apologize for being busy with pursuing my life. But I called and you answered. Did you bring me here to berate me in your hallways?”

Jongin still pouted when he got angry. Shit. You pushed your door open and turned to walk back into your place. “Oh yeah. I remember you. Come on in.”

Jongin rolled his eyes at your continued sarcasm. He doesn’t take his jacket or hat off but he does toe off his shoes while looking around. Your place is a mix of modern and old and he thinks it suits you. “I brought tequila. The good stuff. Only the best for me, you know.”

You laughed bitterly loudly from in the kitchen. You were rummaging around for shot glasses, you swore you still had some. Jongin heard the glasses clinking and found you on your tiptoes trying to get the dusty shot glasses from a higher shelf. 

Jongin didn’t let himself wonder for too long why he hadn't noticed you wearing a crop top earlier. He can see your back dimples and that makes him think of you in a completely different way. 

“Ugh!” You shouted in frustration. You settled on the heels of your feet and grabbed normal glasses instead. “Sorry, your highness, I didn’t realize I needed to polish the silverware for your return.”

You grab the bottle out of his hands and Jongin watched you with his typical stoic face as you gulped the liquid down. “Are you sure all that’s necessary? We did agree to the same thing, did we not?”

You put the bottle down and shoved it back to Jongin. “Yes, I remember. And I don’t need the liquor. It’s my heart that has to get drunk to consider this again.”

Jongin took his own fair share of swigs. “Is this gonna be like one of those nights where I’ve come home really late when I said I was coming early? Where you do this angry act like I’ve pissed you off. Except really you’re just frustratingly horny and taking it out on me verbally?” Jongin circumvented the island that had separated you two previously and moved to your back. You stubbornly stayed leaning against the island which was convenient for Jongin. He smoothed his hands over your ass and around to your hips. “Do you remember our angry fucks?”

You sputtered and coughed and that was exactly the kind of reaction Jongin was looking for. You stand up and turn around to face him. “No, this is not like one of those nights.”

“No? You’re not angry at me for some reason that alludes me?” Jongin shook his head. “Okay, I’ll play along.” Jongin gripped the island counter with both hands. He was eye level with you now. “What kind of booty call is this then?”

“This is the kind where you shut up so I can just look at your pretty body and cum!” You spat pure venom on him through your choice of words.

Oh, you were angry at him alright. You were looking to draw blood with those words. But Jongin had been tired of your sarcasm. He wanted to see your real anger, red and ugly. He knew it was the only passion you had left of him. It was his fault but at least he was still in control of this.

Jongin smiled at you but it was not a happy smile. It was sharp and crooked and bad. “Shall we, then?”

The pressure of his body was gone and you follow him with your eyes as he leaves the kitchen. He tossed his hat off, ruffling his hair until it was to his satisfaction. Next, the white jacket, that slips off his shoulders as if it wished it didn’t have to leave his body. So he just was in his pants now, not that you’re complaining. Seeing his tanned, muscled shoulders filling your hallway just flat did something for you. He even managed to remember which door was yours. Bastard.

“Are you coming or is it just going to be me in your bedroom?”

The imagery of Jongin stripped naked, ready and waiting on your bed is overkill. Jongin knew that. But he also knew exactly how vivid your imagination was. If you weren’t fighting a blush, he would be surprised. 

You paused to pick up the clothes he had discarded. “Well, I have to clean up after his highness, so I’m sorry if I take longer than you.”

You were back behind your sarcasm wall and that didn’t impress Jongin much. So he sat down on your bed, leaned back on his hands and watched you come in with predator eyes. He followed your every move as you folded his jacket up neatly. You put it and his hat on a dresser.

“You’re stalling,” He purred from his place on your bed.

“I thought I told you to shut that pretty mouth.”

Jongin bit down on his tongue in such temptation that your knees almost buckled right then and there. He somehow grinned and shrugged at the same time. 

Your body acquired goosebumps in one fell wave. You decided it would be best to just get through this as quickly as possible. You didn’t want to give Jongin enough time to work his black magic and make you fall in love with him again. 

You pulled off your crop top, leaving yourself in just your bra. You get on your knees and straddle Jongin. He hasn’t moved back in the slightest so you’re just riding one thigh. “We are not kissing!” You warned him.

“I thought I had a pretty mouth?”

“Yes, one to watch not to touch,” You said back with equal teasing nature.

Jongin shrugged one more time, as if to say ‘your loss’ and then your fingers were at his belt buckle. Jongin’s stomach muscles rippled as you went straight for the prize. There was no hesitation in your fingers as the belt is loosened and you're pulling the top button of his jeans and then pulling down the zipper. 

Even seeing him in this state of undress got to you. You secretly never understood why he didn’t just replace Fabio on the front of every Romance novel from here on out. 

“So many options, so little time, hmm?” Jongin hummed at you.

“I changed my mind. Just fuck me from behind. I don’t want to look at you.”

Your verbal whiplash appeared again and it struck Jongin visibly this time. He flinched at your words and you almost instantly wished you could take them back. “Your house, your rules.” 

Except Jongin is determined to lure your heart out now with his hands. You moved further onto the bed, on your hands and knees. Jongin knew precisely how to drag a knuckle down your spine, as if he was admiring your body. He flicked the snap to your bra almost in one lazy motion, like it was hardly a consequence to him. He patiently worked your own pants off. Since you were home, they were simple and comfortable leggings, easily peeled off. 

Not being able to see Jongin had its benefits. The problem was that instead of being empowered like when you had been straddling him, kneeling like this was almost like you had given him all the control. 

“Wait,” You pushed yourself upwards, still on your knees but your body up straight now. Jongin’s fingers moved up your arm, lightly tapping as they went up to your shoulders. “Something wrong?”

“This is a mistake.”

“It was a mistake the minute I found your phone number still in my phone. It was a mistake when you texted me back. It was a mistake when you told me your address. It was a mistake when I drove here. But the minute I stepped into your place, it was no longer a mistake. It became a promise. My body promised yours that we would meet. I intend to keep that promise.”

Jongin started to open-mouth kiss you on the shoulder. He worked up your neck and you stretched it so he could continue. He sucked hardly on your pulse under your jaw and you moaned.

“What’s this, kitten?” Jongin murmured against your skin. “Do you like what I’m doing?” Your jaw tightened and Jongin’s shoulders moved in silent laughter. 

“You know damn well--” A hand snapped to loosely cup your neck, tipping your head backwards. You swallowed with great trouble. “It feels good.”

“Just good?” 

You had said the wrong adjective.

The hand around your neck dragged down the center of your body. They scraped your collarbones, moved down the valley of your breasts and turned downwards to smooth over your stomach. Jongin’s fingers remained splayed across your stomach. “Would you like an upgrade from good?”

Jongin’s fingers being that close to your lower half had you clenching. “I don’t need it,” You managed to say without letting your voice waver. 

“Don’t need it? Either that means suddenly you like it very raw or…?” Jongin let his assumptions hang in the air. He leaned in so close, his chest against your bare back, his lips touching the shell of your ear. “Are you that wet already?”

“Jongin,” You warned him once.

“You are!” Jongin said with glee coating his voice. “Am I that amazing or are you secretly more happy I showed up than I originally thought? Hmm, what could this mean? Perhaps, you’ve thought about my fingers doing this while I was gone. How I would just sneak into your place one night and then drift my fingers lower and lower…” His fingers started to play the game his words were. Centimeter by centimeter, Jongin moved his hand lower, until he was just shy of cupping your core. “Did you picture it like this? Or did you have a rougher version?” 

One swift push has your face in the duvet before you can catch yourself. His right hand snaked under your stomach and pulled your hips up. Essentially, your ass was in the air and your face was in the sheets. Jongin knew how much of a switch you were. He still didn’t really know what made you wetter: when you were in charge or when he was? Either way, he knew all your buttons and how hard to push them. 

“Should I push your underwear aside and find out just how ready you are for me?” Jongin’s fingers ghosted over your ass cheeks now, following the hem of your underwear, sometimes tickling your hips. 

You try to get control of your breathing but it's almost impossible. “J-jongin.” You cursed yourself for not being able to say his name without stuttering. “Just get it over with.”

Jongin moved his head like he had gotten hit. “Get it over with?!” 

Now you’ve pushed him over the edge. No one ever answered one of his booty calls just to ‘get it over with’. He practically had women physically fight over who would get to bed him that evening--no, he HAD had women fight over him. For you to just cling to whatever was making you hold back, even though he was pulling all his tricks on you, well, that was a strike to his pride. And when Jongin felt the need to prove himself...God help any soul who had to experience it.

Or, in this case, God help you.

Your underwear got pulled down over your hips and ass until they hung between your thighs. Jongin kneaded his hands into the flesh of your butt, effectively pulling your ass cheeks apart. With one hand, he guided himself in. Rough or not, he knew exactly how tight you were and how if he really pushed himself in the way he wanted to, that would hurt you more. He wasn’t here to hurt you in that way. 

Once he had fully bottomed out, he admired your figure laid out before him. Your back arched almost painfully. Your head was on its side as you tried to breathe in some fresh air. Your eyes blinked like you weren’t quite sure this was real. Your thighs quivered. You clenched down around him and he had to close his eyes to keep his control. “I hope you’re ready for ‘getting this over with’.”

The grueling pace that Jongin set, being at such an angle that he could hit the end of you, you gasped because of that in-between of pleasure and pain. Jongin jackhammering into you, only to slow down to strokes at a snail’s pace, was divine torture. He would get you perilously close to your peak only to lure you back down. To say you were a groaning mess underneath him would be an understatement. But still you did not beg for him to finish it.

“Had enough yet?” Jongin cooed during one of his slower paces.

“Not...even...close!” You managed to say through gritted teeth.

“Did you say you wanted to go even slower? Why, it would be my pleasure.”

You had no resistance, nor enough energy, in your body to stop Jongin as he rearranged you two so that you laid down on your sides. Jongin’s body cupped yours. He grabbed behind your knee of your higher leg and pulled it up towards your chest. His left hand went under your body and held it there while his right arm helped himself into you again. 

You bit down on your lip as he stretched you again, although this time was an easier job since he had been fucking you senseless for half an hour. He was like velvet goodness inside of you, hard enough to brush against that one spot that made you see stars. His hips didn’t stutter as they lazily flicked into you. How he could be so slow and so quick at the same time made your heart start to beat faster again. Your hands stretched upward to find some purchase on something but Jongin grabbed them before you could reach his face. He held your two hands within a loose circle of his fingers against your chest. You are literally trapped by this man completely.

“Oh God, Jongin,” You groaned finally.

“Is there something you’d like to say to me?” Jongin pressed.

“Please go faster.”

“And what do I get by ‘getting this over with’ for you?” Jongin snarled into your ear. His pace remained ambling and sluggish. 

“Goddamn you!” You cursed with a rough voice. “Stop torturing me. I can’t--” You have to stop to swallow a sob that’s threatening to bubble out of your mouth. “--don’t do this to me again.”

“I need more than that, kitten,” Jongin’s mouth hovered over the nape of your neck again.

You shove your pride down your throat and do what needs to be done. “Baby?” You whined, “I need you.”

You blinked and you went from on your side to on your back. Jongin was above you, eyes wandering over your face, looking for something that you had suppressed a long time ago. You turned your head to look away but Jongin’s hand on your chin stopped you. “Don’t hide.”

“Please, Jongin, please finish this. I don’t know how much longer I can--” 

Jongin’s heart is thumping in his chest and he can’t let this go on any longer. If you uttered one more please as if your heart was going to break, his was going to go with yours. He could pretend that this was a booty call all he wanted, but the minute he had rediscovered your number in his phone, his dick hadn't throbbed but his heart had wretched. He had known you would say yes to a booty call before a one on one soulful talk. So here he was, torturing you, pushing you to break, when he wasn’t even ready to admit he was the one breaking. He missed you, God, how he had missed you.

Jongin’s fingers tightened on your thighs, your legs spread wide open for him. “Stop, stop. I’m going to take care of you. Don’t worry,” he promised you.

He eased himself inside of you for the third time this evening. His hands brace himself on either side of your head. His hair is clinging to his forehead and his mouth is open slightly to breath. His eyes are so dark it looks like his iris and pupils have disappeared into each other. 

“Go!” You whimpered for the last time.

Jongin worked himself up to a fast pace that had your eyes rolling into the back of your head. Jongin is letting out small grunts as well, the slapping of skin on skin really the loudest noise in the room. A whine escaped Jongin’s lips and you can’t help but snap open your eyes. His face is very close to yours, you hadn't realized he had moved so close, on his elbows now, snapping his hips forward eagerly. You push your lips inward because there was nothing more you wanted to do than kiss Jongin and that was taking it too far.

Jongin smiled tiredly. “No kissing, I remember.”

So you remained face to face with Jongin as he coaxed a hard, nerve-shattering orgasm from your body. You cried out his name, back straining, hips thrusting, walls clenching as you rode it out. It was toe curling and Jongin drank in each and every reaction from your body. And just when you thought that you would melt into the blankets, your body barely still shaking from such an orgasm, Jongin started back up again. 

“Nononono,” You chanted, pleading for the overstimulation to stop.

“Shhh, it’s fine,” Jongin pushed your hair out of your face. “You can do it. I know you can. And I haven’t come yet. You can be good and take another one, right?”

“Please!” You rasped but your body was already rolling at his motions. His steady pace didn’t stay for long. You groaned in pain as he hefted a leg over his shoulder to get a deeper angle inside of you. You both whined when he slipped deeper inside of you. He sped up until he could finally cum inside of you. He stayed there, hilt deep for a while, before shallow thrusting to ride out his own orgasm. 

Jongin flopped on his back to catch his breath. You stayed where you were, your leg slowly laying down with your other one. “That…” How you had found any breath to speak was beyond you, “That was…”

Jongin smiled to himself. “Legendary.”

You lazily hit his arm with your fingers. “Shut it.”

“We’re doing this again,” Jongin pressed.

“We…” Like you could say no. “We’ll see.”

“Bullshit,” Jongin laughed. “Bull fucking shit.”

“Let me recover first and I’ll have a more solid answer for you,” You couldn’t help but laugh as well.

“Good luck with that,” Jongin teased.

Yeah, you were kidding yourself. If Jongin texted you again, you would be saying yes to this again. That was your confession to yourself. Spoiler alert: you liked the edging.

[hyunjaeluvr]

could you do fluff 8&3 with kai and a trans reader, i love the fact that your write for guys💜💜

kai x male!reader

words: 324

genre: fluff

fluff prompts: “i think i’m in love with you” & “are you wearing my hoodie?”

ever since the first day of meeting him, you’ve had a major crush on him. you were scared of ever bring up the subject. he did in fact flirt with you and you did too, but never thought much of it.

kai was very supportive of you. he was so happy once he saw your face while you were transitioning slowly. he was with you from day one. 

today you both wanted to meet up at his place to just spend time with each other. once you got there he hugged you tightly, “i’ve missed you so much y/n.” kai patted your head and let you in.  

when night came kai simply asked if you would like to stay for a sleepover. of course, you agreed but also had a problem since you didn't bring any clothes. you excused yourself going to his room and stole one of his hoodies. 

kai’s eyes lit up to the sight of you, “are you wearing my hoodie?” he asked making you smile from how he looked at you. 

the sleepover consisted of pillow fights, watching a horror movie and baking. 

you placed your head on his shoulder as he was shaping the cookies. kai’s heart started going fast and was scared you’d hear it, but you stayed unbothered. 

“you tired?” you nod and he set the cookies on the counter, lifting you up and carrying you to his bed. 

he placed you down and crouched to look at your face. your cheeks blushed as he put his hand on your cheek, “you look so cute.” you’ve gotten compliments like this before, but this one just felt unusual. 

“y/n?” you hummed, “i think i’m in love with you” you looked at him with wide eyes, but then smiled leaning closer to him.

kai placed his lips onto yours, kissing you gently. at this point you were just happy, knowing that all this time, he has actually liked you.

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a/n

also if this request was for huening kai please tell me and send me another request, but not from the prompt list. also please!!! when requesting include the group name, so i don’t get anyone mixed up. doesn’t matter what idol!!

[koko-bopp]

Enemies — Kim Jongin

kim jongin x gender neutral!reader

word count – 1.2K

genre – Mature | idol!au | Enemies with Benifits au

warning – SMUT, degrading nicknames, humiliation, possessiveness(?), jealousy, mentions of threesomes, loads of swearing.

synopsis – Your ewb relationship with Jongin had seemed to be on a small hiatus, and you noticed he's been ignoring you on purpose, so you took matters in to your own hands kind of.

"What was that?" Jongin whispering as if he raised his voice any higher you'd break like delicate glass, he knew you wouldn't, but it was amusing to see how submissive you could be for him. He placed his lips close to your ear, placing a small kiss on your jaw bone, "I don't think I heard you over you moaning my name like a needy slut."

"Jongin– Oh god-" You groaned as Jongin picked up the pace with his thrusts. Your hands were bound around his neck with the tie that complemented his suit not too long ago. Now all clothes were disregarded on the floor, Jongin's once neat hair in a mess and hickeys decorating your once spotless neck. He wasn't letting you go easily, he was going to make you beg, and he knew you got yourself into this on purpose. You were about to repeat his name, but the word turning into a broken moan as soon as Jongin thrusted himself into your sweet spot, "I'm sorry! I shouldn't have flirted with Lay! Please–"

Jongin smirked, bringing himself up from your neck, taking two of his fingers to put it into your mouth, cutting you off immediately, "We may hate each other, we may only be fucking, but don't think I'll accept you flirting with my bandmates to get my attention."

Honestly though, You and Jongin had some very weird unexplainable rivalry, there was no beef between your group and EXO, but you and Jongin seemed to hate each other. At first, nobody tried to fix it, because it was gaining a lot of press. Then all this enemies-with-benefits thing happened when the two of you saw each other backstage, and Jongin thought you looked irresistible in a chocker.

The deal was that in front of the camera, you'd both steal glances at each other, join each other's live streams, and say a few snarky things about the other person in interviews, but the more you saw each other, the more the desire to have Jongin on top of you grew, and much recently, it seemed as though the singer was ignoring you on purpose. He barely looked at you this evening, and you were far from letting the effort you put into your outfit and looks weren't go to waste, and Lay was the first person you liked that approached you.

Much to Jongin's dismay.

You carefully licked around his fingers, not breaking any eye contact with him, your fucked-out expression mixed with the fact that you were sucking so well made Jongin groan, loving the look on you, "Fuck," he breathed, a prideful smirk settling on his lips, "You're ridiculously handsome, so maybe I shouldn't be too surprised that Lay would fall for your tricks."

You moaned as soon as Jongin pulled his fingers out, placing his hands on either side of your head, his broad arms and shoulders on display for you despite the dimmed lights of the hotel room. "J-Jongin," you gasped, his thrusts getting particularly deeper, your only form of ability to manage the overload of pleasure was to grip his dark hair, warning a grunt or two from Jongin. You locked eyes with him, pulling him close so he heard you clearly, "I bet– I bet Lay could fuck me harder."

Jongin chuckled, "Bet you'd like that, if Lay joined. You suck my cock, he fill you up, you take us both at the same time." Jongin sped up his thrusts, watching you moan and throw your head back against the pillow, your breaths becoming quicker and your grip in his hair becoming harder. Jongin took a strong hold of your jaw, forcing you to look at him, "But you're such a slut for my cock To the point you want to be the only one I'm fucking, aren't you?"

You practically mewled at his words, because he was right. Not only was he right, but he was so close to making you cum at any moment.

"Use your words." He wasn't being playful, he wanted to hear it.

Your attempts were just turned into broken moans. Jongin was definitely not going to give you a second to collect your thoughts or slow down to let you say it properly, no, he was making sure you're fucked so hard that you can't say it properly.

"I said," Jongin repeated, "Use your words. Unless you don't want to cum tonight."

You were so desperate for a release and Jongin knew how close you were, if he stopped you'd probably lose your mind. "F-fuck, fuck, I'm a slut for you, I-I'm such a slut for you." You'd never beg in real life, it made you feel pathetic, but Jongin had his ways to make you do it, especially in such a way that made you so breathless. "Please, ah-! Please let me cum-! I want to be the only one you fuck like this–"

"Yeah, that's right, baby," Jongin smirked, dropping his head down to the empty space on your shoulder, gently dragging his tongue up your neck as he felt you squirm underneath him. You were so close, and his hips weren't slowing down in the bit. He took the moment to move your hair out of your eyes, his breaths becoming just as breathless as you. "Do it. Let me hear you scream like a good slut," He cooed, almost lovingly.

Your back arched from the demand, your bound hands clinged so hard on Jongin's back knowing damn well that he'll remember you when he next looks in the mirror. Your legs basically trembling and loud moans leaving your mouth as you came. Hard. Your panting were mixed with Jongin's withering moans as he came not long after you, he immediately buried his nose into your decorated neck, trying to collect himself from the orgasm, carefully pulling out as he did. You chuckled, "Fuck, god, I hate you so much."

Jongin laughed softly at the statement, carefully raising himself up so he could look at you properly. "You don't seem to hate my cock," He smirked knowingly, "or hands, or tongue–"

"Just untie me, you jerk," You whined, "My wrists are going to burn off."

Jongin rolled his eyes, "How can you be so ready to fight me right after you cum?" He said, "You're riding me next time, that's for sure. I'm not doing any of the work."

"Jongin," You whined yet again, "Fine, just untie me."

Jongin smiled, he didn't know if he was catching feelings or not, but, something about this relationship you have with him makes him wish for something more a little later.

[justluxy]

First Time - Part 1

Original Post in wattpad by selenebelduke

Kim Jongin x Male Bottom Reader

Where Jongin wants to have sex with y/n but he is shy and insecure about his body

Warnings: Public blowjob (Jongin receaving), insecure reader

-C'mon y/n, don't worry, I promise you'll enjoy it - Jongin said, wrapping his arm around your waist and slightly lowering his head to leave a kiss on your collarbone. It made you feel a little uncomfortable since there were some people on the street

Jongin had been doing this lately; being extra touchy when you stayed over at his house, huggingyou from behind and kissing to your neck and jaw, or rubbing his obvious hard cock on your ass, all in order to turn you on so you would have sex with him for relief

Have you thought about it? Fuck yeah! You always wanted to be able to give yourself to him, to give him what he wants so much, and what you want yourself; but you're afraid, afraid of the pain, afraid of doing something wrong, or of what he might think of your body.

-I don't know Kai, it would be my first time - You answered feeling the blush rise up your cheeks - And I know that hurts a lot. Besides, you know that I'm insecure about my body - you murmured trying in vain to get out of his grip.

-Look y/n, I'm not saying this to pressure you, but I want you to know that you are perfect just the way you are - he murmured, gently squeezing your hand, making you feel that familiar warmth in your chest that only he can make you feel with everything he does or every word that comes out of his lips.

-But... - You wanted to object, but he hadn't finished speaking

-You're beautiful, and you have a beautiful body. I know you'll like it and that you'll do it well, and if not, it doesn't matter. That's what first times are for; to try, to know what you like, and how you like it. I insist a lot on having sex with you because I know I can make you enjoy it, but I can also wait a thousand years for you if that's what it takes, because I know the wait will be worth it - he finished, standing in front of you

He took your jaw with both hands and gently lifted your head to meet his lips with yours in a soft kiss.

...

Both of you continued walking through the park holding hands, enjoying the silence of the afternoon.

At times you tried to take your hand away, even though there was no one else on the street, you were a little embarrassed of show affection in public, but, every time, Jongin brought your hand to his lips and left a kiss on it, calming you down.

-Kai... - you spoke loud enough for him to hear you.

-yeah?

-How about... - you hesitated.

-How about what, baby? - he asked, giving you a smile.

-How about... we do it today? - you whispered quickly, looking away to the side.

You're sure he thought he misheard; his face was just confused. You guess he didn't expect to hear something like that from you, especially when you refused just a few moments ago.

-What did you say? I'm sorry, I didn't hear you. -he said, caressing your hand with his thumb, making you nervous

-I said, how about we... have sex today? - you whispered a little louder this time.

-I'm so sorry, but if you're speaking so quietly I can't understand you - he replied, giving you a mocking smile, which made you realize that yeah, he understood you perfectly, but he wanted to hear you say it again.

-Kai, don't play dumb - You murmured, blushing violently - Yes, you heard me. Don't make me repeat it, just answer me.

-I don't know what you're talking about - he said, faking innocence. -If you don't speak up, I won't be able to hear you

At that moment you and him arrived at the center of the park and sat on a bench that was there.

There was no one else in the park, just Jongin and you, quietly listening to the falling leaves. Several lights in the park were broken, so it was pretty dark, which was a little scary.

You snuggled up to Jongin and rested your head on his chest, feeling his heartbeat softly pounding in your ear.

You would've enjoyed this moment more if you hadn't known that he had a smile plastered on his face, waiting for you to answer

-Forget it, it's nothing - you said, quickly kissing his chest, moving closer to him.

-Come on, don't be mean. Don't leave me like this, tell me! - He asked, pursing his lips tenderly while tickling you.

-Stop, stop! - you exclaimed between laughs, trying to escape from his lethal tickling attack

Suddenly, Jongin came close to your ear and whispered slowly: -If you want me to fuck you, just ask and I'll be all yours.

To say you were embarrassed would be an understatement; Jongin's warm breath mixed with the sensuality with which he spoke his words were enough to turn you on, and that was reflected in the growing bulge in your pants, which didn't go unnoticed by him, who gave you a mocking look before bursting out laughing.

The embarrassment you felt at that moment was so great that you had to hide your face in his chest for a long time. And that didn't help much, because every few minutes you could feel his chest vibrating with laughter at the thought of what he had done to you.

He tried to get you off him several times, but you weren't 't willing to give in

In an attempt to keep you from moving, you put your hand inside his shirt and caressed his abs; the action did take him by surprise, because you could feel his abs harden, and his body go rigid.

After a few moments, Jongin reached inside his shirt and took your hand, gently caressing it—the same action he always does to calm you down when you're anxious—and began to slowly pull it down.

You felt him make you hold something and then move your hand up and down. It was big and warm, and it was also soft, but at the same time it was hard. You had touched Jongin's body a few times when you stayed over at his house, but you didn't remember touching this part of him before.

You squeezed it a little, only to hear a moan escape his lips. Eventually, curiosity took control of you and you decided to move your face away from his chest; big mistake.

When you looked down, you could see your hand inside the jeans Jongin was wearing, and you were obviously holding his hard member

As soon as you realized, you tried to remove your hand, but he was faster and held it so that you could continue jerking him off.

-Kai, let go of my hand, someone might see us! - You whispered, panicking, looking everywhere in case someone was approaching the park.

-I don't think so, baby - he replied sensually, nibbling and kissing your neck. He moved your hands and smiled, continuing the movement to make you feel how hard his cock was. -If I take your hand off my jeans it will be to pull them down and fuck you right here - he said as if nothing had happened

-Didn't you say you'd wait a thousand years for me if necessary?! - you whimpered with difficulty.

Having Jongin's hard, throbbing cock in your hand, and feeling the wetness of his tongue mixed with the roughness of his nibbles was driving you crazy. You couldn't think straight anymore, and you were sure the same was happening to him, who was raising his hips in search of more friction from your hand on his cock.

-I changed my mind - he replied, giving you a perverted grin, knowing he had you at his mercy. - Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to pull my cock out of my jeans, take it all the way into that cute mouth of yours, and give me the best blowjob of my life, and if you do it right, I’ll consider not fucking you in a park.

Jongin didn't wait for an answer from you; he simply unbuttoned and pulled down his jeans a little, removed both hands from inside his boxers - leaving part of his hard cock out due to the speed with which he removed them - and leaned his head back, resting the weight of it on one of his arms as a form of relaxation, while with his free hand he took your neck and made you lean until your lips touched the tip of his cock.

Now you were really panicking. You were not going to give Jongin a blowjob in a public place; anyone could come, surprise both of you, and call the police, and the last thing you wanted to do was have to explain to the police that you were giving your boyfriend a blowjob in an open space just because he was horny.

But continuing to see part of his hard cock outside his underwear aroused you too much, and you decided to give in to temptation.

You pulled down his boxers a little, just enough to free his cock and balls.

You had actually seen Jongin's cock through his boxers when he was getting dressed after a shower, but yoy had never seen it so hard. Yes, it looked big, but you didn't expect it to be that big.

You slowly brought your tongue in and gave the tip a couple of quick licks, earning a moan of approval from Jongin who asked you to continue. This gave you enough confidence to take the tip into your mouth, beginning to give small sucks and licks

He thought the speed you were going was too slow, because in an attempt to get deeper into your mouth, he exerted some force on the grip he had on the back of your neck, making you take more of his cock into your mouth and begin to thrust at a slow but firm pace.

You enjoyed how Jongin took control of the situation; feeling him take your mouth to his liking only made your cock harder. He pushed half of his member in and then pulled it out, only to push it back in, feeling it slide easily into your pretty mouth.

After a few minutes of this pace, Jongin started to increase the speed of his thrusts, going deeper into your mouth. You were having trouble breathing; Jongin's tip was hitting your throat, causing you to gag slightly.

You placed your hands on his thighs and squeezed them gently, letting him know that you were short of breath, but he ignored this and began to move at a faster and stronger pace, letting out grunts every time your lips closed around his cock.

You could have sworn that Jongin's moans could be heard throughout the park, but he didn't care if anyone heard him, he just wanted to show how much he was enjoying the blowjob

When you noticed how his entire cock was in your mouth, to the point of feeling his balls hit your chin with each thrust, you realized that the only way he would let you breathe would be by finishing, so trying to hold back your gagging as best as possible, your began to raise and lower your head to the rhythm of the thrusts while massaging his balls.

It only took a few seconds for you to feel his thrusts become unbridled and rhythmic, moving his hips with brutal speed and force, seeking his long-awaited orgasm

Suddenly, Jongin thrust one last time with force, shoving his entire cock in, releasing several jets of hot cum into your mouth.

-You have to swallow it all, that's it - he said breathing heavily as he caressed your hair, pulling his cock out just enough so you could breathe, but not completely so that he could make sure you would swallow it all. - You did very well y/n - he whispered taking your chin to straighten you, receiving me with a long, wet kiss as soon as we were face to face.

He didn't need to ask you to open your lips further; you kissed him back with the same gentleness he was giving you. His hot tongue collided with yours, the sweet taste of his cum still present in the kiss.

-This is the hottest thing I've ever done in my life - You said, breaking the kiss momentarily to lift Jongin's clothes, who hissed softly when he felt your hand take and squeeze his big penis to fit it inside his clothes.

-See? I told you you would do it right - he replied, standing up and motioning for you to do the same. He took your hand and both of you began to walk slowly towards the park exit.

You was so deep in your thoughts remembering what had happened moments ago, that you didn't notice Jongin let go of your hand to hug you from behind. You even felt him grab your cock - which hadn't received any attention during the hot oral sex session you and Jongin had in the park - and whisper in your ear - When we get home, it will be your turn - he rubbing his once again hard and hot cock against your ass.

-I'm screwed... - was the only thing you could say before you felt Jongin take your hand to resume his walk back to his house, this time with faster steps.

[kcake555]

Kai cake 🍰

EXO

[vergilthelibrarian]

What If...

Soooo, I’m thinking of writing a horror/yandere reader insert featuring Jongin and yes, it will be gay. We need more gay fanfics.

This is really short but enjoy!

Jongin breathed in and out slowly, his heart beating fast.

Why?

Why did he feel this way over a man?

He was so confused.

He knew he liked women… so why did this one guy make his heart flutter?

He felt anger. Anger that this man was making him feel so much confusion.

Jongin sat on his couch, his head in his head. He was drinking wine as he sat in his living room by himself, alone with his thoughts.

He had to do something.

To say something… but what?

What should he say to the young man who caught his eye? Who has stolen his heart.

He would have to be sneaky. With being an idol, his every move being watched. At first, he didn’t care about being under the limelight 24/7. Jongin thought it was a fine prince to pay to live his dream but now… now he felt dread. There’s one thing to joke about an idol being gay or bi but if he were to come out as anything other than straight, it could ruin everything he built and Jongin did not want that to happen.

He took his hand out of his head, picked up the glass of wine from off the floor and took another sip.

“Why must life be so difficult?” Jongin grumbled to himself before drowning the whole glass of wine.

He studied the empty glass in his hand, sighing deeply, titling his head to the side.

What if he could have the young man all to himself? In another world, another reality where it would be easier to have him.

What if…

[glorianamultistan]

Kim Jongin x Male Reader

Summary:- Y/n (omega) got married to Jongin (Alpha) who has a one-year-old son. The carrier parent of Subin passed away two months right after the birth while being comatose. It was becoming harder for Jongin, the CEO of a successful entertainment company and a renowned artist himself, to handle the infant with nannies so this marriage was arranged by his mother, like his last one, who wanted to take care of her son and wanted him happy.

Content :- omegaverse, domestic, a little heat at the end.

I don't own the pic

Part 1

Y/n was not ready for everything that just got forced upon him, but throughout his life, he was made to realise the importance of being a good and supportive partner to his Alpha, and so when he was married to a guy whom he just saw from afar once in real life, in a party organised by his own parents, he just had to follow simple instructions given to him by his mother and then by his partner.

It was an arrangement to benefit both parties. The widower Alpha will get someone to take care of his child and the young omega will get a partner who holds a strong social position. Not only this, the Alpha had an image of impeccable behavior and there was never a question of him being disrespectful to any person without a very valid reason.

It was decided that the marriage will be a mere legal agreement ceremony in a courtroom because it has not been a year still of the death of Alpha's last partner. This was a good thing in y/n opinion too as he was not ready to face a crowd and be the center of attention.

After the whole process was done, a ritualistic picture was taken and y/n was led by Jongin to the car waiting for them outside the court.

The car ride to the house was comfortably quiet for y/n. Jongin was constantly on his tab looking over documents and when they reached the house he got out first to help the omega get out from the other side. It was a decently big house, more like a mansion but it was built in a way that could be described best with the words 'subtle magnificence'.

When Jongin led y/n inside the younger was surprised by the interior, though he came from a privileged background himself, he never imagined a place could look so modern yet regal at the same time. "I hope you will be comfortable here, I got all the old portraits removed and we will get our done soon." Jongin was saying all of this while looking directly at y/n's face while y/n had his eyes down, he was clearly not comfortable with the Alpha as of now.

"Do you want to meet Subin?" Y/n looked up at Jongin's face and saw a light smile after the Alpha asked him the question. "Can I?", y/n whispered. "Yes, you are supposed to help me with him, so, let's meet him, he should be up, it is still one only." "Okay."

Again Jongin went ahead and led them to the nursery on the first floor, it was the most beautiful baby's room y/n ever saw, and Subin was in the crib while a person was cleaning the room. "Good afternoon sir." "Good afternoon Mr Yang, this is y/n, my new husband as you know already, and y/n this is Mr Yang, he looked after Subin whenever I was not here, he's the house help we have and you can trust him with anything. He will also tell you all about Subin's likes and dislikes." "Good afternoon." Y/n bowed. "Good afternoon sir."

Mr Yang left the room and y/n went closer to the crib with Jongin. "He is... so precious." y/n wasn't able to form words properly as the child smiled at his father and made cute noises. "Yes, he is, I hope you will be good with him and treat him like your own child." Jongin picked Subin up and started playing with him. "Can I hold him?" "Yes, yes."

As y/n held Subin, his omega cooed at the child, it was a blissful moment for him and the child became very comfortable in y/n's arms, so much so that he started dosing off due to the pheromones of y/n. "He's such an adorable child Mr Jongin, I think I love him already." This was the loudest y/n has been till now in Jongin's presence.

"You don't need to be so formal with me y/n, I am your husband not boss. I don't want you to get intimidated by me. I won't be present at home a lot but you can always call my assistant and he will definitely make sure your problems are solved, rest you have Mr Yang too." "But, I am younger than you, so what am I supposed to call you?" "How about Jongin-ssi?" "Okay."

"Let me show you the kitchen and the bedroom, your luggage will be here soon so don't worry about that there are two closets so you can choose whichever you want and if you like mine I will shift to the other one, there is no problem." While following Jongin through the house y/n was feeling uncomfortable due to all the attention to detail about his choice which the alpha was showing as y/n felt that it was too much for him to do, according to y/n's upbringing he should be the one who should compromise for the alpha, not the other way around.

"This is the master bedroom, well I rarely sleep here now as it is too lonely to be by myself after my partner passed away. We were not that close but their heat ended up with the pregnancy so there is that. I hope you can be at home here." "Jongin-ssi, I will be very comfortable in a lot less too, please don't worry about my likes, I should be the one to worry about you as you are the alpha."

"Y/n... Who told you that?" "My parents and the teachers." "Oh y/n, is that why you have been silent all along?" "Yes." Y/n nodded affirmingly.

"Listen, come, sit here, not that far, here beside me." Jongin made y/n sit near him on the bed. "I am not your boss, not your superior or your owner or your only priority too to be honest. I am just an alpha by chance and so you are omega by chance. This in no way means you are inferior than me or you have to listen to my every demand. That is wrong on so many levels." "But... I was taught this only, to take care of the child and be there for you when you need me." "Oh my God y/n!? Seriously who taught you that!? No wait, I know

who. Just, forget all that, and try to live a life, please. You do have to care for Subin but that doesn't mean you are a servant or anything, you are a parent y/n."

"O-okay." It was hard for y/n to get used to such things but in a week everything sorted itself out. His luggage was delivered and he chose the already empty closet, he was taking care of Subin and often made food for Kai when he wanted to make a special dish, though the Alpha was always late to arrive and y/n had only seen him once in the bed when he woke up around 5 am to drink water and check up on Subin and saw the elder beside him.

There was no awkwardness between them, which was surprising enough for Mr. Yang to comment too "you both act like you have been married for ages, I was ready for some tension but it is a smooth sailing." Y/n blushed at the comment and went to the nursery, he was mostly there only, the child was too precious according to him to be left alone.

Subin liked y/n, it was very much clear by the way the boy smiled and giggled when y/n played with him, and often when Subin made a mess with food y/n fed him and cleaned him while singing to him, so much to the liking of the child that he slept right after it.

It was around seven in the evening when y/n left Subin's room as the child fell asleep after his dinner, he went to the kitchen and saw a note from Mr. Yang stating "please don't make dinner, sir said he would be bringing it." Y/n saw that and went to the hall to wait for the Alpha's return, and Kai came back around seven thirty.

"Welcome home." "Oh! Thank you. I thought you might like to have something from the outside today for a change so I got us pasta from my friend's restaurant and some wine, I hope it is okay with you." "Yes, thank you so much for this. I missed having pasta so much, how did you know?" "I asked your mother what you liked and after a lot of insisting that it has to be something specific and not 'everything' she asked the cook to tell me what you actually liked." Y/n was shocked, to think that Kai would go that far just to ask for a dish was incomprehensible for the omega raised to say yes to everything done by his Alpha.

"Oh don't cry, it was nothing much really." "Huh?" without realising, y/n was in tears. "I- I am, I don't know, just, thank you. I never thought I would be treated like this so, it is a lot to take, sorry." "I hope I have raised some expectations in that sense then, y/n, you are a good person, you should be treated well and respectfully. Now let's go and have dinner, I will shower later." "Okay."

The dinner was great, to eat with Kai sitting right in front of him and enjoying, really enjoying time with other person felt nice to y/n, it was a new feeling he is getting addicted to due to his alpha.

After the dinner y/n washed the plates and the glasses and left to check Subin once more before sleeping. When he reached the master bedroom and opened the door, he felt like he just stepped into a heat-inducing chamber. There was Kai, wrapped in a night robe that clearly did not hide his defined chest, and to top it off he was drying his hair with a towel while looking at something on his phone.

"Won't you come in?" "Huh?" For the second time in the night, y/n was speechless. "You have been standing there for quite some time y/n, oh! Is my outfit making you uncomfortable!? Wait! I will change into pajamas." "No!" y/n screamed. "No, I just - don't, like, it is okay, I am okay, I was just a bit surprised as I did not really think before coming in." "It is your room too y/n, you should not be thinking before coming in."

Y/n went and sat on his side of the bed and tried hard to focus on his phone and not on the half-exposed body of his husband. "Uhm, y/n, your scent, it is increasing intensely, are you okay?" "Y-yes I am okay, just, it happens." "Oh, it is, such a nice lavender smell though, very comforting." "Thank you."

Now y/n was blushing beyond help. They switched off the lights and slept off, but around one at night y/n was in trouble, it was not the time for his heat but the symptoms were too intense to be overlooked, he tried really hard to not let his mind wander and stay put but lost it when Kai suddenly grabbed his waist and pulled him so that he was spooned by the alpha, then he heard what made his pride break "y/n, precious, you are in heat, so suddenly, hmm" Kai rubbed the tip of his nose at the back of omega's neck and whispered more "was looking at me like that enough to make you this wet? I should take the responsibility then, hmm?"

Y/n could just whimper "a-alp-ha!" "shh!! There there, we should not lose control like this." Kai pulled both of them up and made y/n straddle him, "look at me y/n" and so he did, "you are so beautiful, and so loveable, I want us to be more connected before we cross the line, so I will help you through it but not knot you, I hope you can understand it." "ye-yes. Please but, help, please." before y/n can say anything more, Kai kissed him and the touches he left all over y/n body and the relief he provided to the omega through the night was something y/n would think about and blush for upcoming weeks.

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[wonjns]

𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲; 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨 ♡

!!! YOU are the Lucky One !!!

Congratulations! A guy like you must have saved a world in his past life to be entrusted with so much quality time with one of the world’s leading boy groups. Learn how you, a manager talented in several areas, catch the eyes of EXO. They gradually take more interest in you than expected — and they absolutely plan on satisfying each of their curiosities. Watch as you navigate your new life within one of the biggest, hottest harems yet!

it started when you were miraculously hired on to SM’s management team for exo themselves. you quickly impressed everyone, and slowly began taking on more responsibilities for the record selling group. whether it was from general management, to styling, to studio oversight,,, you eventually found yourself spending all of your time with the members. you were amazing at what you did, and officially had it all - including the looks; a fact that clearly didn’t go unnoticed by the exo boys.

originally, it had only started with a few flirty comments here and there from chanyeol or sehun, which you didn’t pay any mind to. but as time grew on, lingering touches with suho turned into make out sessions with kai, which lead to baths with baekhyun — and before you knew it, you had managed to wrap yourself up in arrangements with each of the members, all of which were aware and didn’t seem to mind at all.

between sneaky studio sessions, dorm entanglements, and seductive backstage extravagantes, being exo’s secret playboy while staying under wraps will prove to be harder than expected. but with the steamy, sexy, burning passion between you and the guys, you are too weak to resist willing to make anything happen.

good luck ;)

© 𝐟𝐥𝐰𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐢 — all rights reserved

[softrainbowlove]

UNCOVER | JONGIN

request:  Hello ! Here's my request (lovelyblog) So, could you do a male reader X Kai ? The male reader would be a trainee under SM and they would flirt around a bit unintentionally ? He'd be much younger, witty yet very shy around the idol. Bubbly but very sensitive. The story would revolve around how secret their relationship is and how it could eventually blow up if it were revealed ? Tell me if that's too much. Love your blog ♥ -- P +  Oh also can this imaginary trainee be the first non asian trainee under SM ? He'd be fluent in korean and a vocalist. I don't know ehe ... ♥ --P

pairing: Jongin x male! reader

genre: fluff

warnings: slight homophobia

word count: 1758

summary: Jongin and a trainee have been dating secretly for a while now, but now it came to light. Turns out SM doesn’t want to lose another EXO member.

note:  i rewrote this 3 times, hope this turned out well

wanna read more? my masterlist ♡ 

"(Y/N)!" Jongin jogged over to the trainee, who was sitting on the floor with a rookie.

"Oh well, hello there Kai."

Jongin huffed lightly at the usage of his stage name instead of his real name by his boyfriend. His boyfriend of 5 months now. The two have been secretly dating for 5 months now without anyone dating. (Y/N) was trainee himself, the first non-Asian trainee, something that Jongin was drawn in by. Not only that, Jongin had met (Y/N) in the hallways when the trainee was playing the guitar and softly singing late at night. Jongin was surprised by seeing such a different and a new face in the SM artist building. Jongin felt completely drawn to (Y/N)’s presence and sat down just listening to him playing. At first, the other boy felt really shy and intimidated by Jongin’s presence. Jongin quickly started talking to the boy pushing his shy side away because of his curiosity. (Y/N) felt the warm and sweet side of Jongin quickly and grew comfortable around him, the rest is history.

(Y/N) sent a sweet smile towards Jongin with a tilted head.

"I wanna show you some new moves."

(Y/N) smirked slightly. "Oh, really?"

"Yeah, I worked really hard on them and you're gonna love them."

(Y/N) frowned in amusement glancing at the confused rookie. "Are we still talking about dancing?" The rookie's eyebrows shot up and he looked away flustered. (Y/N) looked up at Jongin.

"Yeah, of course, c'mon."

"Alrightly." (Y/N) waved goodbye to the rookie before skipping off with Jongin to a not so empty practice. The rest of EXO was there resting with water bottles and were chatting with each other. (Y/N) greeted the others quietly and let Jongin push down to sit in the middle. “What is this?”

“I’m going to strip for you.”

“What?” (Y/N) almost choked but Jongin let out a playful laugh shaking his head.

“I’m kidding, I wouldn’t strip in front of the guys.” Jongin pointed towards his group. “But I would for you.” Jongin teased a bit and (Y/N) rolled his eyes. Then Jongin called for Sehun to start the music. (Y/N) hugged his knees and watched Jongin starting the dance. (Y/N) smiled watching Jongin give his best, while in the background the others were cheering on Jongin loudly. (Y/N) loved watching Jongin dance, he wasn’t sure why but the moves that Jongin could pull of were out of the world and always left him breathless. And he also loved watching the way his body moved, leaving his eyes were captured by body parts that he shouldn’t be looking at for too long.

When the song ended leaving Jongin breathing heavily and turning around to get a reaction from (Y/N).

“What do you think?” Jongin asked a bit too excited. (Y/N) knew that the others were still here so he coughed.

“It-it was okay.” Jongin frowned at the words and the others did so too.

“Yah! (Y/N) what is that? You always shower Jongin with compliments!” Baekhyun jumped in and then Kyungsoo pushed his shoulder lightly.

“Leave him be.”

“He’s just shy!” Jongdae then entered the conversation laughing a bit. Jongin didn’t buy his friends words.

“Are you okay?” Jongin asked kneeling down in front of (Y/N), who looked into Jongin’s eyes.

“Yeah…It’s-just-I really want to kiss you right now.” (Y/N) whispered quietly and didn’t break eye contact. Jongin blushed at lightly at how blunt his boyfriend was being.

“Ah…” Then he laughed lightly shaking his head. He stood up. “C’mon then.”

“Where are you two going?” Baekhyun asked wanting to point with a bottle at the two making their way to the door but it slipped out of his grip landing on Chanyeol’s head, who was sitting. Baekhyun turned to Chanyeol, who rubbed his head and started whining. (Y/N) giggled lightly but quickly followed Jongin out of the practice room.

“C’mon, C'mon.” Jongin started running and (Y/N) followed the others steps. They went down the stairs but stopped when they crossed a storage room. Jongin turned his head towards (Y/N) with a raised eyebrow.

“You really wanna go all the way to the dorms?” (Y/N) asked before opening the empty storage room after checking if someone was watching. Jongin giggled before going in as well and closed the door when (Y/N) stepped in.

“So about the kiss?” Jongin asked sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. (Y/N) chuckled lightly.

“I was lying about your dance moves.” (Y/N) wrapped pushed the older man against the door. “They were really good.” He then leaned closer to Jongin’s face, he glanced down at his boyfriend’s plum lips. “Really good.” Jongin hummed in response.

“I knew you’d love them.” Replied in a deep quiet voice feeling (Y/N)’s lips brush against his own.

“You’re such a tease.” (Y/N) murmured and Jongin smirked.

“Look who’s talking,” Jongin muttered and then locked their lips together. He wrapped his hand around (Y/N)’s waist to pull the other close to his chest. (Y/N) kissed back passionately and let his own hand wrap itself around Jongin’s neck. But suddenly Jongin let out a huff and pulled away as the door opened harshly making him stumble forward. (Y/N) had lost his balance but didn’t let go off Jongin so the couple fell down. Jongin on top of the younger boy, who groaned a bit helpless. Jongin’s head snapped towards the door and gasped when he saw that it was his manager who had opened the door. Jongin quickly stood up stumbling a few times.

“Manager-“

“Cut it, Jongin.”

Jongin gulped and shut his lips. (Y/N) stood up as well still a bit dizzy.

“To my office right now.” Jongin and (Y/N) nodded like school students. They followed their manager out of the storage room. Some idols, rookies and even trainee’s watched Jongin and (Y/N) follow their manager throughout the hallways. People started whispering around them but the couple ignored the scandalous whispers. When they got into the office the couple sat down looking down in guilt.

“So care to explain what you two were doing in a storage room?”

Jongin glanced at (Y/N), who was feeling more intimidated by the manager than Jongin was, which was understandable.

“We-uh we were just talking, (Y/N) doesn’t like to talk publically a lot.” Jongin tried to come with some dumb excuse that could get them out of this mess.

“Well, (Y/N) should be able to speak in public.”

“That’s not it…uh he was telling me a secret.” Jongin quickly said. The manager narrowed his eyes at the two boys.

“You two have been fooling around for too long now.”  The manager let out a sigh. “Don’t try to play me dumb.” The manager spoke up when he saw Jongin opening his mouth. “If this keeps on going on,” (Y/N) felt himself grow numb at the next words of the manager. “we’ll have to kick out (Y/N).”

“What?! You can’t do that! T-that’s unfair!” Jongin quickly stood up his eyes had grown wide in shock.

“Kim Jongin, sit down. This unbelievable, this whole situation is. You can’t just expect us to shut up when I have an idol and trainee, both men, fooling around like this.” The manager yelled angrily making the two boys flinch in surprise. Surely people from the outside have heard them.

“Please, manager-hyung. You can’t punish (Y/N) like this. We-we love each other. You can’t break us up.” Jongin stubbornly continued. “If (Y/N) has to leave then I will leave too.” That left the other two gasping and (Y/N) reached for Jongin’s hand making Jongin turn his head to the other.

“What are you doing?” (Y/N) asked in shock his eyes were filled with tears from before but now he was panicking. “You c-can’t-what-“

“Yes, I can. If they want you gone I’ll be gone too.”

His manager pursed his lips. “Sit down, Jongin.”

And this time he did.

“Okay. Okay. Let me think.” The manager started turning in his chair. “How about you two stay together so we won’t be losing another EXO member. We don’t need that. And how about you two promote each other? Jongin could promote you as a trainee, and soon to debut.  That could work. The fans would like that, a supportive hyung. And-“

“Wait-debut?” (Y/N) asked surprised and Jongin looked surprised too. The manager looked at the two.

“Oh. Now that also wasn’t supposed to come out.” The manager grumbled turning his head annoyingly. Jongin and (Y/N) looked at each other for a second. “Well…do we have an agreement?”

“What?” (Y/N) muttered still in shock.

“We can still be together and (Y/N) stays?” Jongin asked his foot tapping against the floor nervously and excitedly.

“Yes.”

“Yes!” The two boys replied in unison.

“Alright, you two go now. I need to sort everything out and we will talk tomorrow, again.” The manager ushered the two young boys out of his office and outside was an unexpected audience.

“I knew it!” Baekhyung yelled pointing at the couple. “You two are together, right?”

Jongin stared at his bandmates and also a few others idols and trainees. Jongin gulped looking at (Y/N) who was still in shock. Jongin slowly nodded his head.

“Jongdae,” Baekhyun opened up his palm for Jongdae and the other let out sigh fishing out for money from his pocket. Taemin walked up to Jongin.

“What happened?” Taemin asked his brows were frowning. “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah-Yeah.” Jongin nodded and only then did (Y/N) reply with a nod as well. Taemin smiled giving the two a small comforting hug. Others in the background came in when Taemin stepped away from the couple and congratulated the two.

“I’m debuting soon!” (Y/N) bursts out when it was just him and Jongin, the two had left back to the dorms and are in Jongin’s own room. Jongin let out a laugh ruffling (Y/N) soft short hair.

“Good morning, (Y/N).” Jongin joked and then he was brought into a hug by (Y/N).

“I’m so happy and excited.” (Y/N) choked out hugging the other even harder. Jongin smiled wrapping his arms around the other picking him and spinning him around. (Y/N) squealed a little tightening his grip around his boyfriend. Jongin then set him down but kept him close. Then he leaned down unexpectedly to kiss the younger man. (Y/N) melted into the kiss wrapping his arms around Jongin’s neck. Jongin broke the kiss only when the two obviously needed to breathe.

“I love you, (Y/N).” Jongin whispered his forehead against (Y/N), who smiled brightly with a small blush on his cheeks.

“I love you, too Jongin.”

[bluelove24]

Title: Missing Piece.

EXO Kai x Male Reader

Authors Note: This is my first story, if you read this and like it let me know! Feedback is welcome and greatly appreciated, no hate please.

Content: strong language and angst.

Y/N POV:

After a long day at work you walked into your apartment, all you wanted to do was take a shower, eat something and go to bed. You worked as a primary school teacher, you loved your job but it was so tiring. You were to tired to even cook dinner so you decided to order something to eat. After taking a shower and changing into some comfortable clothes the food finally arrived, you sat down to eat and started watching a show when your phone started ringing. Looking at the screen you saw the name “ Kai🐻” flash across the screen, your boyfriend’s nickname.

“Hey…” Just from the time of his voice you knew something was wrong.

“What’s wrong? Are you ok?” You paused your show so you could focus on the call better.

“Yeah just extra tired, I don’t think I’ll go back to your apartment tonight, I’ll just go home and I’ll maybe see you later on tomorrow.” You could hear the tiredness in his voice, hell you were tired as well, but you couldn’t help the pang of sadness at the prospect of not seeing your boyfriend today. The last time you guys saw each other was a 3 weeks ago before he started rehearsals for the upcoming comeback, you guys managed to talk almost every day but it still wasn’t enough. You longed for him, his touch, his warmth, his everything but you couldn’t be selfish like that. This was his passion and as much you wanted to see him again you would have to wait. You knew the moment you agreed to be his boyfriend that the relationship wouldn’t be easy, after all he’s an idol and you’re a teacher. As cliche as it sounds you guys where from two different worlds and yet you had agreed because you fell in love with him.

“Ok… uhm… well I’ll see you tomorrow hopefully… please let me know when you get home… be careful… I love you.” You said while looking at a picture of the two of you from your first date 2 years ago, it was in a carnival and you still had the teddy bear he won for you that day. You smiled remembering that day, you can still remember how nervous you were about going on the date. Before you can go down memory lane more you heard a sigh from the phone.

“I’ll let you know when I get home… have a good night babe… I love you.” The call ended before you could say anything more. You sighed and started cleaning out everything, you saved the food that was supposed to be for Kai for tomorrow. After cleaning out everything you went brushed your teeth and went to bed, you hugged the bear that Kai won for you on your first date.

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After that conversation on the phone you still have not seen your boyfriend and it’s been two weeks. Each night the conversation went shorter and shorter to the point where it was just now a text message saying “I love you” from your part. You started to worry about your boyfriend, he has yet to reply to your texts after 3 days. You decided to go to the studio after work to check on Kai. You walked into the SM Entertainment building and went straight to the studio, perks of dating one of their idols was having access to certain parts of the building. The only people who knew about your relationship was the group members and management. You get to the dance studio and see a few of the guys there talking, they look like they just finished practicing or were taking a break. You walked in, hoping that one of the guys in the studio was Kai but he wasn’t there. You saw Suho, Chanyeol and Sehun resting and talking. Chanyeol noticed you first and pointed to you notifying the others. Suho looked at you and went over to give you a hug.

“Hey Y/N long time no see! What brings you here?” They all looked tired but they still gave you a hug.

“I’m good, how’s the comeback coming along?” You asked, even though you don’t spend so much time with them you still considered them close friends.

“It’s going well! Working hard to give our fans the comeback they deserve, we’re so excited.” Sehun said.

“I’m so happy to listen to it and watch you guys back in your element.” You said happily. “So where are the others?” You asked trying not to sound so desperate.

“Right the others…” Chanyeol said with a smirk. Suho gave Chanyeol a slight shove.

“Well I am genuinely asking about the others but… I’m also worried about Kai I haven’t heard from him for a few days not even a text. Do you guys know where he is?” You asked worried.

Suho cursed under his breath. “Come with me Y/N, you guys stay here and wait for the food we’ll be right back.” You started to worry now but tried to keep it from showing and went after Suho. After a while of waking we stopped in front of what I recognize is the gym. “I knew he was bad but I didn’t think he was this bad… we always knew he was passionate about work but this is far too much. He’s the first to arrive and the last to leave, he told me he was going home to you. I would have called you earlier, I didn’t know he wasn’t talking to you. Maybe now that you’re here you can calm him down. Take all the time you need, you know where to find us.” Suho walks away leaving me standing in front of the doors to the gym. I could see from the window on the door that he was in the middle of an intense workout. I take a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves and walk in.

After not seeing him for long I can feel my heart beating so fast. There he is, so close and yet so far. I take another deep breath and call to him.

“Kai…” he doesn’t respond to me, he’s so focused on his workout and the music to even hear me. His phone is blasting music so it’ll be hard to get his attention, I try again with no success. At this point I’m getting frustrated, I grit my teeth and call his name louder this time. “Kim Jong In!” He stops working out and turns around looking for whoever is calling him. Once he sees me he frowns, confusion showing all over his face.

“Y/N…? What are you doing here? When did you get in?” He pauses the music, takes a sip of water and walks over to another machine continuing to work out.

“Well… I-… I came to see how you are since you don’t answer my calls or texts and you know I haven’t seen you since forever…” I walk closer to him. He looks different, he’s skinnier, he has bags under his eyes, he looks sick. “I’ve missed you…” I step in front of him. He hasn’t even looked at me he continues to work out.

“I’m fine just getting a quick workout before going back to practice, we are so close to getting everything perfect.” He doesn’t even look at me, his eyes are somewhere else, his focus is somewhere else.

“Listen how about you take a break, the guys are getting food we could eat with them or maybe we could go home…? I could make something to eat or pickup some takeout?” He still doesn’t look at me. “We could cuddle and watch a movie.” No response. “We could maybe rob a bank?” Nothing. My heart is breaking, the man I love, the man who holds my heart is more focus on working out and not me. I take a deep breath and crouch down looking at his face but his eyes are not even looking at me he’s looking through me. It’s like I’m not even here. “I’m trying to be reasonable and respectful an-and understanding but I’m tired ‘gin… I’m tired of waiting for you to make some time for me. I’m tired of everything it’s like we’re not even a couple.” No response. “KAI!” I raise my voice finally grabbing his attention.

“What? Can’t you see that I’m busy!” He gets up, finally looking at me.

“Oh so he can hear me!” You look directly at him, anger evident in your face. But also deep down sadness, this is not what you came here to do. “Look why don’t we go home and rest, I’ll make something so that you can eat a proper meal and get some rest… how does that sound?” You try and be softer, you didn’t want to fight you just wanted to have him back.

“I’m busy… I don’t have time to play house with you. I don’t have time to go home and rest just so that you can feel better about yourself by taking care of me. Is that it? You feel useless with nothing to do you want to get me to make you feel better about yourself? Are you unhappy in your pathetic job? You’re unhappy with your pathetic life? Well guess what I don’t have time for this and I don’t have time for you.” He looks at you with so much anger and frustration.

All you can do is stand there looking at him with a shocked expression. In the entirety of your relationship you’ve never seen him this angry. This was a new person, this was not the man you fell in love with, this was a stranger. You didn’t notice the tears running down your face, you didn’t notice how your breath was stuck in your throat. You stood there, in shock about what just happened. You needed to get out of there, no matter how much you loved him you were not going to stand there anymore, if he wanted you gone then that’s what you’ll do. “O-ok… I-I’ll leave but… don’t call me… don’t text me… don’t come to my house. This is the end for us ‘gin.” You turn around quickly and walk quickly to the exit. You wanted to break down and cry but you couldn’t afford to do that here. You wiped the tears from your face and kept walking not even noticing where you were going. You had your head down so you didn’t notice Chanyeol.

“Y/N! I was on my way to get you guys food’s here come o-…” he noticed your red face and the tears that were spilling out. “Hey! Are you ok?! Talk to me what’s wrong?!” He holds you trying to get you to look at him. “What happened? Wait where’s Kai?” He looks behind you to the direction you came from but doesn’t see anyone.

“Please let me…” you whisper softly. “I- I I- I need to leave… please.” That last part you look at him and he can finally see your broken expression.

“What happened to you? Why are you crying?” He looks genuinely concerned for you.

“It’s over…” You managed to say and look at his shocked expression. He’s so shocked with what you said that he loosened his grip on you. This is your opportunity to leave so you remove yourself from his grip and continue to walk towards the exit.

Chanyeol is so in shock that he realized a little too late that you left. He doesn’t know what to do, go after you or go towards his brother. If your that devastated Kai must be heartbroken. “Kai…” He runs towards the gym he needed to see his brother. He walks into the gym to see Kai drinking water… and he looks completely fine… “What’s going on? Y/N left crying and you’re… fine?” He’s confused.

“I’m ok, we’re on a break. Now I can focus on the comeback without silly distractions.” Kai says while standing up and gathering his things. “Let’s go back to practice.” He walks out of the gym leaving Chanyeol completely in shocked. They’re on a break? But Y/N looks completely devastated and Kai looks completely fine. He walks towards the dance studio and sees that Kai is not there. Chanyeol thinks this is the perfect moment to tell the guys everything he just learned.

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Time skip: 5 months.

After that day in SM Entertainment you were completely broken, you couldn’t believe what happened. The next day Chanyeol came to your house to check up on you. Apparently Kai thought you guys were taking a break. You told Chanyeol everything that happened. You guys spend the day together, he didn’t want to leave you alone for a while. The first few weeks everything hurt, you couldn’t focus on anything, you became a robot. Get up, go to work, go home, go to bed and then do it all again the next day. You listened to the comeback, as always it was great and even though what happened you were still proud of your friends and your boy- your ex boyfriend. Because of the comeback you didn’t get to spend more time with Chanyeol, you guys talked from time to time but it was becoming less and less.

After 3 months of crying and suffering from the breakup you decided to get up and do something different. You were on summer break so work was out of the picture. You started hanging out with friends from work and going out more. You started feeling like a new version of you, the heartbreak is in the past. This new chapter was dedicated to you, Y/N L/N.

Five months had passed when Chanyeol and the guys came back. He invited you to the dorms to celebrate their return. You didn’t want to go since you could run into Kai but he assured you he wouldn’t be there. So you decided to go, you missed your friend after all.

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You walked into the dorm of EXO. You feel like it’s been ages since you last walked those halls. You saw Chanyeol and the guys, it’s been so long since you guys saw each other but it felt like no time had passed. You guys were watching a movie when what you feared the most happened. Kai walked into the living room, you tried to ignore him, act like he wasn’t there. Last time you heard from him was a few days after your breakup where he tried to to apologize. You kept your gaze on the movie, he’s not there, just keep looking at the screen. You kept repeating yourself that, he’s not there just look at the screen. But you could still feel his gaze on you, while you were focused on the tv he was focused on you. The rest of the guys noticed and started signaling each other, they wanted you guys to talk. Thing is they forgot that you are a teacher, you realized their intention and while they had good intentions it wasn’t up to them it was up to you if you wanted to talk and you were not ready, not yet. So you planned your exit, you had to move quickly. You got up and announced you where leaving, you had plans with some friends from work to go to dinner so you had to get going. You said a quick goodbye to the group and left in a hurry, not even looking at him or the familiar hoodie he was wearing. You got out of the dorms and headed to your car, you needed a way out, this was a bad idea. It was too soon, you had started to get better you were better. Why did he had to show up! Before you could reach your car a voice called to you.

“Y/N! Stop!” It was him, no matter how much you tried to forget about him. His voice was still carved in to your soul. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. “Please don’t go… not yet anyway.”

You turned around and could finally see him, Kai, your love, your life. Standing there was the man you gave everything to, the man who broke your heart. He walked towards you, with slow steps. You could feel your heart beating harder the closer he got, it was like your own heart was trying to escape from your chest. Step by step he got closer to you, until he was just few feet away from you. You took a deep breath trying to calm yourself but it was harder to do. You guys stood there looking at each other, you looked into his eyes, those same eyes that would shine with the light of the universe every time he would laugh. His hair was little bit messy, but he looked adorable, no matter what happened he still could make your heart melt.

“Please… can we talk? I just need a few minutes of your time, that’s all I’m asking for, just a few minutes and then you can leave.” He looked tired, exhausted.

You took a deep breath and turned around towards your car, you opened the door and before getting you looked at him. “Let’s talk… but not here, I’m going home.” You got in your car and looked at him standing there, he nodded at you and went to his car. Your drive home felt so short, it was almost like on autopilot, every time you stopped at a red light you would look in the rear view mirror and could see him following you. You arrived to your apartment and went straight up, after getting in and removing your shoes you went to make some tea, waiting for him to come in. After a few minutes you heard your front door open and close, and some movement come from the living room. It felt weird, after so long he was here. You prepared both of your tea, just like he liked it and went to the living room. He was sitting there looking at the pictures on the wall, there used to be pictures of the both of you, now the ones hanging there are pictures of you and some friends at the beach from a trip that you took recently, he was frowning at the pictures.

“Here…” you hand him his tea and sit down on a chair in front him. Both of you just sipped your tea in silence, you would look his way every once in a while but his look was somewhere else deep in thought. You cleared your throat pulling him back down to reality. “Are you finished.” You motioned to his empty cup. He hands it to you and you take them to the kitchen. You return to the living room and sit down in the same chair. Waiting. “So-“.

“I’m sorry.” He cut you off. “Let me speak first… please.” He looks into your eyes and you could see tears threatening to fall. You take a deep breath and nod. “I’m so sorry for the way I acted, the way I treated you that day. I know I hurt you, I know I fucked up but please I just want you to know that I’m so sorry for what I did and said.” He’s shaking, crying, but he doesn’t break eye contact with you. “What I said was wrong and I want you to know that I don’t believe the words I said to you, not for one second. You’re the best thing that has happened to me, you’ve pushed me to reach new limits in my career. Every time I would look at you I got inspired, every performance, everything I did was dedicated to you, you’re my rock, you’re my heart.” He takes a deep breath. “I was just under so much pressure and I-… I didn’t feel worthy of you… I know that sounds like a lame excuse but you’ve given up everything for me and I can’t do anything for you. You deserve someone who can hold your hand in public, who can take you out on a date, someone who can celebrate your greatness with the world. You don’t deserve to live your life in secret just because of me, that’s why I was trying to push you away because you deserve something better… someone better.” He sigh and looks at you. “But when you left that day… I felt like my heart was ripped out of my chest. I didn’t know that you leaving would hurt as much as it did. I couldn’t breath, I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t eat…everywhere I went I looked for you. Something was missing in me and it was you. I know I messed up big time but can you please… please forgive me.” He looks at you with broken eyes, and you can see the toll that this confession took.

You cleared your throat and look at him. “You broke my heart that day, because you’ve always had it. You said I was your heart and the thing is you where mine. I was proud of you, I’m proud of you. I always will. We’ve been together all these years and I’ve never complained about our relationship, yes it sucks that we can’t be together as much as I would like but you know what? I’m fine with that because the moments we spend together make up for it. I’ve loved you since the moment I saw you and I will always love you until my last breath. You’ve hurt me and I get it, it was a stressful period but that is why I’m here, if you’re feeling something you come to me! We are a couple, this relationship is not just you, it’s us. Next time don’t assume anything because when you assume something you make an ass out of you and me.” You take a deep breath and after a few seconds of silence you say. “I accept your apology and I… I forgive you.”

Kai is looking at you like you hold the whole world in your hands. And in a way you do, you are his whole world. He takes a deep breath and stands up slowly, never taking his eyes off you. He takes a few steps in your direction and stands a few feet away from you. You stand up and look into his eyes. You extend your right hand. He extends his left. After months that felt like years, your hands connect.

“It’s going to take a while but… we can work up to what we used to be.” Your eyes can’t look away from your joined hands. You finally look at his face, his mouth, his nose and finally his eyes. You hold eye contact for a few minutes, both of you enjoying the silence, you hands still connected. Your heart skips a beats.

“Can… can I hug you… please?” His voice is merely but a whisper and if it wasn’t for how close you guys are you wouldn’t have heard him but you did so you nod. He pulls you close to him and wraps his long arms around you, tightening them around you. Your face is in his neck and you can smell him, feel him. “I love (Y/N)… and I promise you that I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you. I’m not letting you go ever again.” You can feel something wet in your face, and at first you think it’s him but you realize that it’s you, you’re crying.

“Don’t ever do that again…” You cried into his shoulder, tightening your hold on him. You get up from his shoulder and look into his eyes again and you see him crying as well.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispers again. Instead of answering him you start leaning in, you close your eyes and finally your lips touch one another. And it finally feels right, it finally feels like the missing piece has been found.