#lee sangyeon fluff

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"FRIENDLY" COMPETITION

SUMMARY: The TBZ frat had always had a rivalry with the KAT sorority. At least, they did when you and Sangyeon became the presidents three years ago. What happens when you mix a little friendly competition into this rivalry of yours?

GENRE: smut, fluff, angst

PAIRING: Lee Sangyeon x afab!reader

WC: 7.6k

SERIES MASTERLIST

PERM TAGLIST: @juyeonszn @winterchimez

18+ MDNI AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

WARNINGS: the enemies to we fuckin genre makes a return, mentions of alcohol, eric is a cockblock FR, cops are called oops, making out ig, HEAVY marking but it's more biting each other than anything else, mentions of bets, insults (sexual and non sexual), degredation kinda, choking kinda, hairpulling, overstimulation, face fucking, hate sex, begging, Sangyeon is mean in this oops, idk there's like 3.5k words of smut in here, Sangyeon is really possessive, brat!reader x brattamer!sangyeon, unprotected sex, this is actually kinda nasty i'm so sorry yall

A/N: um...anywayyyyy....i didn't expect to write this much for Sangyeon's fic but uhhh yeah. I hope y'all enjoy whatever...this....is

“Killer party,” your painted red lips are curled into a sly smirk, your phone dangling in your hand. Sangyeon’s eyes narrow at you, his arms crossed over his chest while he towers over you. Flashing red and blue lights surround the TBZ house, and most partygoers have scattered and disappeared into the night. He vaguely remembers seeing Sunwoo and his girlfriend taking off in his Toyota Corolla, Haknyeon getting dragged off by some girl he can’t be bothered to remember the name of. 

Of course, it was you who called the cops on him. It’s always you, ever since the two of you started the stupid bet at the beginning of the semester.

“It was,” he agrees, not wanting you to know he’s agitated. “It’ll be good for your sorority, no?”

Juyeon stands across the road from him, near the door of the frat house, chatting with a few officers. The other boys are scattered across the lawn, some watching Sangyeon’s interaction and some talking with each other. 

“Mhm, thanks for bringing us some guests, Sangie.” you chirp, spinning on your heel and beginning to walk to the street to your sleek black car. Your hips sway as you walk, your skirt rising up just a little bit and Sangyeon forces himself to look at the back of your head. He knows you’re doing that on purpose. You always do, ever since you started this rivalry. 

Keyword: you.

You were the one who almost ran him over on his first day of freshman year at IST University, yelling at him to get out of your way, that you were going to be late because he was a stupid frat boy who could never do anything right. Being hot doesn’t get you everywhere in life. It's ironic, isn’t it, considering that was how you’d been getting everything since that day.

You were the one who blew up at him at the very first frat party he’d ever hosted as a sophomore, claiming that he purposefully picked that night to host his frat’s biggest party ever. The same night that you were supposed to host your own party. You claimed he did it on purpose, to get back at you for freshman year.

It was you who’d started the bet in the first place. You who got so fed up with his know-it-all attitude, looking down at you all the time with that damn smirk of his. He thought he was everything— the king of the world. 

“Too bad the cops got called on you,” he calls out. His voice echoes in the area, over the distant whooping of college boys and the sound of police chatter and doors shutting. You whip around, stomping back over to him. The cop cars are beginning to pull away upon seeing a list of guests— all of whom were over 21. Sangyeon had been prepared for this, knew you would try something like this. 

“What did you just say?” You hiss out. Sangyeon can practically see the steam rolling out of your ears and cracks a grin.

“You didn’t hear?” Your eyebrows are knit together, and Sangyeon watches the blue and red lights flicker in your eyes. 

“Hear what, Lee Sangyeon?” you get closer to him, and he can smell the cheap perfume you wear every day. 

“Someone at your party narced as well. I heard it’s being shut down as we speak.” 

“I don’t understand why you two hate each other so much,” Saebyeol picks at the corner of one of her textbook pages, watching you type an angry message to the frat president you claimed to hate so much. For the life of her, Saebyeol couldn’t figure out why you always seemed to be texting him. 

“It’s complicated,” you tell her and she rolls her eyes.

“Clearly.”

Your phone hits the mattress and you turn your scowl to her. She’s smart enough to not look at you, knowing better than to push your buttons too much. 

Everyone knew this. Everyone in your sorority, everyone in the TBZ frat, everyone who you shared classes with. You were the class pet, but you knew exactly how to get what you wanted from anyone and everyone you wanted. Some people called you a raging bitch, some called you a spitfire, and some admired you for not being afraid. 

Lee Sangyeon, though? He did none of those things and you hated him for it. You hated that he didn’t give you the time of day after nearly running him over, claiming that it was no big deal. Even from day one, you already held the firm belief that you were hot shit and you needed everyone to know that. Sangyeon gave you no response to…anything, really. You mocked him in classes, argued with him every chance you got, even called the fucking cops on his party but nothing got his attention. Nothing got you what you wanted. He hardly spared you a glance, always having an alternate solution to any problems you created for him. He would just send you that seductive smirk of his and—

Wait, no. 

Not seductive. 

Annoying. Yes. That annoyingly sexy stupid smirk of his. 

“Y/N.” Saebyeol snaps her fingers in front of your face and huffs at the dazed look in your eyes. “Thinking about your mortal enemy again?”

“Why would I be thinking of him?” You knit your eyebrows together and Saebyeol stares blankly for a moment.

“You’re— you’re kidding, right?” Saebyeol slides her textbook off her lap and scoots toward you on your bed. “Like, this is a joke?”

“Why would I be joking about this?” You fold your arms over your chest and your sorority sister huffs. 

“Y/N, my sweet sweet Y/N, you have done nothing but talk about Lee Sangyeon since day one of our college career,” Saebyeol says as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “It’s always Sangyeon this, Sangyeon that, Sangyeon did blah blah blah today and ugh I wanna slap that stupid smirk off his face.” She raises the pitch in her voice, openly mocking you and you can feel your cheeks beginning to heat up with embarrassment and frustration. 

“I do not sound like that. And I don’t always talk about him!”

“If you hadn’t told me so often that you hate his guts, I would think you want him to fuck you sideways into next Wednesday. In fact,” Saebyeol grins at you, “I think you really do want him to fuck you like that.” 

Now your cheeks are on fire, blazing red so bright that she can see it even behind the curtain of your hair. 

“I do not!” You practically shriek, but your sorority sister continues. 

“I’ve heard that he’s really good, just like all the other TBZ boys,” she sighs dramatically as if swooning over him. “Really big, too.” 

Your breath catches in your throat, and your mind is suddenly stuck on the image of him drilling into you for hours and hours. Until the sun comes up until you can’t feel your legs and you’re dripping a mix of his and your cum. 

“I don’t need to hear this right now,” you wave Saebyeol away. She purses her lips. “Get out, scram.”

“Alright,” she concedes, raising her hands in defense. “Don’t come crying to me when we have to attend his party and you guys end up fucking all night.” 

Your head snaps up.

“What do you mean we have to attend his party?” A wicked grin appears on Saebyeol’s face.

“Didn’t you hear? We lost the bet.”

Sangyeon doesn’t expect to hear your shriek of his name and to see you barreling down the hall at 8AM on a Monday, steam once again pouring out of your ears. He doesn’t expect you to grab him by the collar of his shirt and half-drag-half-walk him into the nearest empty classroom and slam the door shut, shoving him against the wall immediately after. He won’t deny that he finds this side of you attractive, especially when you press up against him. 

“How did you do it,” you practically spit out. He arches one of his perfect eyebrows, a playful grin on his lips. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, princess.” A lie. Of course, Sangyeon knows what you’re talking about. It’s all his brothers had been raving about since the party that got shut down. 

“Don’t fucking call me that.” Your eyes are narrowed, but Sangyeon swears he sees another emotion in them. No, he tells himself, it couldn’t be. You would never. 

“Why not? Isn’t that what you are?” He sees it. The most subtle weight shift, the tiniest press of your thighs together. The shaky breath that you try to keep steady, but he knows you. Four years of debates, competitions, and arguments and he had never once seen your breathing unsteady. Wavered from lack of air, sure. He’d seen that one plenty of times. 

Unsteady, however? That was a whole different ball game that he could use to his advantage. 

Had you asked any of the Tau Beta Zeta boys or any student at IST Uni, they would tell you that this competition, this rivalry that you so vehemently claimed existed was entirely one-sided. Anyone could tell you that Sangyeon was just entertaining you, using it as a way to stay close to you in hopes that one day you would cave for him. 

Not for him to win. No, he couldn’t care less about winning (you’d never guess it from his winning streak). He cares about you. He’d wanted you desperately since day one, but he knew you hated everything about him. 

Or, at least, so you told everyone around you.

“I’m not,” you try to sound angry, to keep your voice rough, but every word that spills out of your mouth comes out in a whine that takes Sangyeon’s breath away. “Don’t call me that!”

“Are you sure?” He takes a step forward, and you’re forced to back up until he has you pressed against one of the rows of tables. “You don’t really seem to be putting up too much of a fight about that do you, princess?”

Your breathing hitches and Sangyeon cages you in with an arm on either side of the table behind you. His eyes bore into yours, and you catch the brief swipe of his tongue across his lip. Your eyes flick down, and then back up, and then Sangyeon’s lips are on yours. 

They’re softer than you thought they’d be (not that you’d thought about it). They’re soft, but he presses them against you with such fervor that you feel like the shape of them would be scorched into your skin. You try to keep pace with him, but his hand is in your hair, yanking on the strands to tilt your head back and you find yourself lost in a daze of pleasure. Sangyeon pulls back for just a few moments when your body shudders against his, a whimper forcing its way out of you. 

“You like that, don’t you?” He yanks on the strands again, your jaw dropping open and your eyes rolling into the back of your head. “You dirty bitch.” His lips attach to the skin of your cheek, your jaw, your neck. You lift yourself onto the table, your hands all over him. You put them under his shirt, scraping at his back as he sucks dark marks into your skin that you know will take too much product to cover up. Your nails scrape at his back, digging into the muscles that you know good and well he’d worked hard for. The image of him in the gym, sweat dripping from his shirtless body presses to the front of your mind and you find yourself pushing the fabric up his torso.

Sangyeon doesn’t let you get a good look at his body, however. His hands come down on you, forcing you to lay back on the table. He drags you toward him, your hips sliding against his while he hovers over you. 

“So quiet now,” he hums. “What happened to that mouthy little princess from earlier?” 

“Shut the fuck up,” you hiss, and to your complete surprise, he listens.

In your lust-filled daze, you reach your body up, connecting your spit-slicked lips once more. Sangyeon groans quietly, his hands wrapping around your waist and pulling you tight to him. Your back is arched, your neck pressed into an awkward angle but you don’t seem to care. Not when he’s pushing his tongue into your mouth with so much desperation you would think this was his last day to live. 

He raises you back up into a sitting position but finds that that isn’t quite enough for him and slides his hands under your butt to haul you off the table, walking twenty feet to press you against the wall instead. 

Your lips detach from his, slipping down to his neck to lick and suck and bite at the skin there. You aren’t gentle with each other, not now. Four years of pent-up…anger? Frustration? Hate? Sangyeon isn’t quite sure what to call it, and frankly neither are you, but it fuels the kisses you’re giving each other. It fuels him every time he changes your position. It fuels to grinding of his hips into yours and forcing little whines out of you. Your core pulses every time his bulge slides against you, and you swear you would let him kiss you like this for hours—

The door slams shut, and Sangyeon practically drops you to the ground. A boy is standing there, his eyes wide and his jaw hanging open as he stares at you and Sangyeon.

“Um,” the boy starts to speak but Sangyeon cuts him off, his eyes still boring into yours.

“Get the hell out, Eric.” The boy— Eric nods dumbly, starting for the door but you stop him. You’re suddenly all too aware of the position you were just in, of what exactly you just did and a numb feeling fills your stomach.

“It’s fine,” your voice is hoarse and Sangyeon turns his eyes back to you. They’re screaming at you, those eyes of his. Screaming at you to stay, to talk. “I’ve gotta go anyway.”

“Y/N—” Sangyeon starts but you cut him off. 

“Don’t.” Your voice shakes and so does your hand as you push him away from you. His face contorts for a moment, but you turn your back on him before anything else can be said. “Just…just stay away from me, Lee Sangyeon.”

You wish the bet had never happened. You wish that Lee Sangyeon didn’t make an appearance in your life. 

You wish that he would stop staring at you as you help decorate his frat house. Which, by the way, isn’t as gross as you had imagined it to be. That’s not the point, though.

The point is that you’ve felt his eyes on you the entire time you’ve been there. You felt his eyes on you whenever you stopped to talk with one of the boys in the house, ask where something should go or what alcohol they want. 

“Sangyeon can’t take his eyes off you,” Hyunjae comments as you pass by with one of the last boxes. You freeze where you stand, your cheeks immediately beginning to flush a deep shade of scarlet. “Any idea why, Miss President?”

“No idea.” You tell him, but the nerves seep into your every word and you can’t help but wonder if you’d covered the marks on your neck well enough. You wondered if the scratches you’d dug into Sangyeon’s skin had been revealed to his brothers or if Eric had snitched. You doubt that he had, though, based on the glares that Sangyeon shoots toward him and the way he ducks his head and scurries off to do something far away from the two of you.

“I don’t think that’s true,” Hyunjae sing-songs and you roll your eyes. “You wanna know what I think?”

“Not really.”

“I think that you finally let loose a little bit and things got a little…frisky.” Hyunjae taps the side of his neck and your breathing hitches. So you didn’t cover them entirely. Shit.

“It’s a good thing I didn’t ask what you thought, then, right?” He grins at your statement and steps to the side so you can shove past him. 

“Hit it right on the nose, didn’t I?” He trails after you with his hands shoved into his pockets.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Lee Hyunjae.” You tell him over your shoulder. “And stop following me around.”

“Why would I do that?” he counters. “It’s getting on Sangyeon’s nerves. Isn’t that what you wanted?” 

Isn’t it? Honestly, you weren’t so sure anymore. You could still feel his lips on yours, feel the way he burned the imprint of his lips into the column of your throat, feel the size of him as he ground his hips into you. 

“Usually, yes.” You smile, but it might be more of a grimace at this point. “I tend to get on his nerves.” 

Saebyeol eyes you from ten feet away, watching the way Hyunjae practically corners you in this conversation. You can see the curiosity burning in her gaze, but then your eyes turn to Sangyeon, and a swirl of heat pools in your gut. He looks pissed, but you can’t figure out why. What could he possibly be pissed about?

“I have a few ways we can piss him off,” Hyunjae leans toward you, and suddenly he’s being yanked back with a yelp. “What— dude what the fuck?” 

Sangyeon just scoffs. 

“Stay away from her, Hyunjae.” He says with a little sneer. The heat in your stomach is replaced with an uneasy churning. 

“I was just talking to her!” The younger man protests, but you can see the glint in his eyes. He’s enjoying every second of this confrontation. “Right, Y/N?”

“Didn’t particularly look like she was enjoying your conversation,” Sangyeon shrugs. 

“And you’d know that really well, wouldn’t you?”

You aren’t sure why you chose that moment to step in, but the way Sangyeon flinches at your statement makes you want to backtrack. For the first time in your life, you’re beginning to regret some of the things you’ve said to Sangyeon. 

For the first time in your life, when Sangyeon starts to walk away from you, you want to run after him. To apologize. To grovel at his feet and beg for forgiveness. 

You don’t. Instead, like always, you watch him walk away from you with a distraught look on your face. 

“I can’t believe you’re willingly going to talk to him,” Saebyeol practically yells into your ear over the loud music. The party is loud. So loud, and packed with more people than you’d ever seen at KAT or TBZ parties. It very nearly deafens you, but tonight you’re on a mission. 

“What can I say,” you shrug. “It bothers me when he’s the one walking away ticked off. Plus, I need to have the last word without the emotional guilt” 

Sabyeol laughs loudly before tipping her cup back to empty the contents into her mouth. You’d wager that the contents are terrible considering that the “bartenders” of the night are Chanmi and Hayoung from your sorority. Those two are notorious for never being allowed on bartending duty at your parties after the Hennessy Incident of 2021. You’d been more than happy to let them bartend for this party, however, knowing that they’d make everyone so fucked up that it would be easy for you to convince them they never saw you and Sangyeon together. 

“You sure it doesn’t have anything to do with the way you came back to the house the other day looking like someone tried to eat you?” Saebyeol smirks and you scoff. 

“So everyone knows, then?”

“That you and Sangyeon made out in an empty classroom?” You nod. “Yeah. Eric told everybody.”

“Fantastic.” For a moment, you see sympathy on your sorority sister’s face. 

“Y/N, I promise you that wanting him is not as bad as you think. If it makes you feel better, one look at you and he’ll be crawling on the ground begging for just a taste.”

“It’s not even that, though!” You say and grimace at the last part of her statement, but she’s not listening. She’s focused on something behind you, her eyes practically bugging out of her head. “What? What are you staring at?” 

“I— turn—” she cuts herself off, grabbing you and whipping you around. She uses her other hand to grab your chin and point you exactly where she wants you to look and your stomach drops. 

“Holy shit.” 

Lee Sangyeon, in all his glory, is walking toward you with a determined look. And you…you feel that arousal from a few days ago coming back when you see him. It’s not as if he’s dressed in an overwhelmingly attractive way. A white baseball cap that shields his eyes, a black tank top with an unzipped leopard-print jacket over it, and some dark jeans paired with those old Converse of his. A chain that you’d never seen before (not that you’d been paying attention, that is) glittered under the lights that you had set up earlier that day. 

When he finally stops in front of you, every word that you’d planned on saying to him is swept out of your brain. 

“Y/N.” He says, and you half expect him to whip out that stupid smirk. Saebyeol pats you on the shoulder and slips away from you, pushing her way through the party to find someone to talk to. 

“Sangyeon,” you keep your voice curt and do your damn best to keep your gaze anywhere except on his eyes. 

“I think it’s time we had a little chat, don’t you?” you quirk an eyebrow.

“Do you now?” 

“Mhm.”

“And what would we possibly have to talk about?” You ask, already knowing the answer he’s going to give you. He laughs airily, taking a brief glance around the room before he reaches for you. You do your best to not flinch or react in any way when he pushes a strand of hair back over your shoulder. 

Unfortunately, you can’t stop the whine that bubbles out of you when he tightens his hand in your hair and yanks your face toward his. You mentally curse yourself for being into something like this, knowing that he’ll never let you hear the end of it if this goes too far. 

Sangyeon lowers his lips to your ear, speaking at a level that only you can hear over the noise surrounding you. 

“You know exactly what we need to talk about, pretty girl.”

“Always got so much to say,” Sangyeon slams your body against the wall of what you assume is his bedroom as soon as the lock clicks into place. Your breathing is already wavered, your hands shaking as you clutch at his shirt, laving over the skin of his neck with your tongue and biting harshly to the point that you nearly draw blood. “Always have to get the last word until I get my hands on you, don’t you baby?” 

“Just shut the fuck up already,” You snap and Sangyeon scoffs. His hand slides around your body and he grabs a handful of your ass, pulling your hips against his while he lets you leave your marks. While he lets you have your fun. He has you exactly where he wants you, and both of you know it. 

“What about a safe word?” You glare up at him when he continues to press you with questions and quickly spit one out so you can go back to biting marking him.

He doesn’t know if you notice that he hasn’t kissed you yet, that he’s just been standing above you, rolling his hips into yours, and letting you practically eat his neck. He does know that you’re fumbling. You’re losing yourself, suddenly all too desperate to have him that your body is shaking. Sangyeon loves it.

“What would your sorority sisters say if they saw you like this, hm?” Sangyeon drags a hand up your spine and grabs your hair again, this time just tight enough to get your attention. You pull away from him, your lipstick smeared across your lips and cheek, and your eyes narrow into a dangerous glare. 

“It’s a good thing they aren’t here, then, isn’t it?” You shoot right back, pulling him down by the neck to crush your lips against his. The way you two are kissing is entirely different. He kisses you with an agitating slowness, smiling against your lips. You are kissing him like you’d been in the desert for a week and he was the first glass of water you’d seen since your escape. Your force your tongue into his mouth, licking and sucking at his own. It pisses you off how disinterested he seems to be when he was the one who wanted you to come up here with him. Was Sangyeon mocking you?

Anger swirls in your stomach and you shove Sangyeon back to the edge of his bed. He stares up at you with nothing but pure amusement while you strip him. He does absolutely nothing to help you. Not yet. He’s biding his time and you don’t even know it yet. 

Or, maybe, you do. Maybe you know exactly what’s going on in his mind as you begin to strip yourself of your own clothes, trying to gauge his reactions but he does nothing but stare at you with belittling amusement.

Sangyeon lets you push him down on his bed, leaning back on his elbows, and watches as you crawl over him with your cunt hovering barely a centimeter over his hardened member. That is the only acknowledgment you get that tells you he wants this just as much as you do. He feels the heat radiate off of it, and can feel your arousal beginning to slip down and create a puddle between the two of you. 

Not yet, he tells himself. But it’s getting harder and harder with every one of your movements.

You kiss your way down his body. Well, more like bite. 

“You really like biting me,” he comments, his voice mildly unsteady. “It’s kinda hot.”

“Didn’t I tell you to shut the fuck up?” You retort, letting your lips kiss the trail of hair leading to his pelvis. Sangyeon watches you lower your body to the floor, your small hands wrapping around his member and giving it a sharp tug. His throat closes as he fights back a groan. 

“You— fuck me,” His eyes roll into the back of his head and he trails off with a load groan when you suddenly wrap your lips around him. “Fuck, couldn’t you warn me?” 

You hum, the vibrations sending sparks down his cock and he sucks in a sharp breath. He can only watch as you begin to take him deeper and deeper, and he can feel his tip hit the back of your throat, can hear you starting to gag on him, but you don’t stop until you physically cannot breathe anymore. Until your nose is almost pressed against his pelvis. You stay there for a moment, your hand on his bare hip and digging your nails in to focus on something other than the fact that you are quite literally about to choke on his cock.

Then you swallow around him and Sangyeon’s body twitches. You pull your mouth off him and lick gently at his tip before you take him all the way down, as far as you can, and do it again. Sangyeon caves.

Now.

You practically fall backward at the rate Sangyeon moves. He slips out of your mouth, a string of spit loosely connecting you to his tip. He kicks you backward, his foot connecting with the back of your thigh and shoving you as far he can until he’s able to comfortably stand over you and you’re the one leaning on your elbows for support. 

“What the fuck was that?” You snap, trying to push yourself up but Sangyeon just kneels over you, shoving you down with one hand only to grab the back of your head with the other and hold you in place. “Lee Sangyeon, let me fucking go—”

“Too late for that, princess.” He coos, and he brushes his thumb of the hand in your hair across your cheekbone. “Open that pretty little mouth for me, will you?” You almost don’t listen to him, but a part of you knows that if you don’t, he won’t hesitate to tie you up and leave you here for anyone to find. 

Your mouth slowly drops open and for a moment, you think he’ll be gentle with you. For a brief, naive moment you believe that he won’t be rough. 

Those thoughts are gone when he suddenly thrusts into your waiting mouth, forcing you to take all of him. You immediately start gagging at the force of his thrusts, your hands clawing at his waist and scrambling for something to hold. He seems to have no problem, however, holding you in place with one hand. It’s so messy, an overwhelming amount of spit that forms in your mouth being the only lubricant he needs to punch into your throat. 

“Look at you,” He hisses out with half-lidded eyes. “Slobbering all over my big dick like the good little bitch that you are.” You try to whine, try to make some sort of noise but you’re having a hard enough time breathing with his erratic thrusting. Your jaw aches, straining against his girth and tears are gushing down your cheeks. Your lungs are burning, but you have no way of telling him to stop. “Fuck, feels so good around me baby.” 

Your thighs are rubbing together, and you manage to find it in you to slip a hand down to play with your clit, rubbing harsh circles into the little nub. Sangyeon sees this, and he lets out a breathless laugh. 

“Fucking slut,” he sneers, fucking your face harsher than he was before. He can feel himself getting closer every time you gag around him, every time you try to take a breath and choke on it. “Can’t even sit still while I’m fucking your face, huh? Have to be a little slut and touch yourself too?” 

You’re able to whine out this time, and the vibration makes him slow down enough for you to start sucking at him like a lollypop. You can’t move your head at all, not with the grip he has on your hair, but you’re able to give long, hard sucks and you’re able to swallow around him enough to draw loud moans out. Your body quivers under all of the sensations you’re feeling. The tears running down your cheeks, the massive dick that’s bruising the back of your throat, the spit running down your chin and dripping down to your chest, the feeling of your slender fingers pushing into your sopping wet cunt over and over again. 

It’s getting to be all too much for you, and thankfully it seems to be too much for Sangyeon too. 

Like he knew you were about to reach your peak (and he probably did with the way you were moaning like a mad woman around him), he rips his cock out of your mouth and lunges for your hand to pull it away. 

“Not a fucking chance,” he grinds out, his heavy eyes trained on the way you practically sob and beg for your release. 

“Was s’close,” you reach a hand up, brushing the back of his neck. He scoffs at your words. “Please, Sangie, please. Jus’ wanna cum! Jus’ wanna be ready for you!” His dick twitches, still hard and leaking precum from the release he’d forced himself to hold back from. 

“Such a thoughtful little bitch,” he coos and lets your hair slip from his fingertips. You whine, pawing at his leg as some sort of way to get him to be kind to you, just this once. “I’ll make you feel good, baby. Don’t worry, I promise.” Another sob from your mouth as Sangyeon slips three thick fingers into you without any warning, without prepping you at all for any of them. 

You moan in protest as he starts to thrust them in and out of you, but your back arches into him when he curls them and brushes ever so slightly against a spot inside of you that you didn’t even know was there. Your eyes have rolled into the back of your head, more drool spilling out the side of your mouth. 

Your orgasm catches back up to you quickly and your body shakes against Sangyeon, a wild moan escaping your bruised throat. He watches you with careful eyes and his tongue poking out of the corner of his lips. He works you through that first orgasm quickly, and you expect him to pull his fingers out and replace them with his dick.

He doesn’t. 

In fact, as the overstimulation starts to hit you and you try to push him away from you, he just smiles coyly. 

“Thought you wanted to cum, princess?” He pouts mockingly and you whine in protest. The sounds coming from your pussy are disgustingly wet, your arousal and cum spilling out of you in neverending waves. “Why are you asking me to stop? Don’t you wanna cum?”

“‘M sensitive,” you whine into his shoulder and he clicks his tongue. 

“Poor baby,” he runs his hand down your spine, pulling you up to sit in his lap while he pulls his fingers out of you. Your body sags in relief, but that doesn’t last long before he’s flipping you over to lay face down on the floor. 

“Need me to slow down?” His hand is on the back of your neck, forcing the upper half of your body to lay on the hardwood floor. It’s uncomfortable, but you don’t complain. Not to him. “Need me to stop for a minute? Give you time to rest?”

“Yes— I mean— Fuck, I meant no,” you gasp out and Sangyeon scoffs.

“It sounds to me like you’re confused, baby. So which is it? Do you need to stop or do you want me to fuck you until you can’t walk tomorrow? Until you’re lying on the floor dripping with my cum and just waiting for me to fuck one more load into this little pussy?” 

When you just whine and push your hips back into him, he knows he’s won. Knows he’s fucked the brat out of you and he hasn’t even stuck his dick in you yet. 

“Can’t believe you made me wait four years for this, princess,” Sangyeon presses his hand down on the center of your spine, forcing you to arch your back even more as he slides into you. 

“Fuck,” you hiss out with your words slightly slurred from being pressed into the ground, curling your fingers into your palm and digging your nails in. Your walls are fluttering around Sangyeon, contracting and expanding in weak attempts to open up and take all of him. “Why the fuck are you so big?” 

Sangyeon spits out a laugh, falling still with just over three-quarters of him inside of you. He has to take that breath, has to let himself slow down. If he doesn’t, he might cum without even being able to fuck you properly, and he can’t have that. 

“That might be the first compliment you’ve ever given me, princess.”

“I thought I told you to stop calling me that,” your voice breaks at the end when he shoves the rest of his length into you. “I fucking hate you, Lee Sangyeon.” 

“No you don’t,” he grins maliciously down at you, knowing that you won’t be able to see it. “You love me.”

At the moment, you can’t argue that. Not when he draws his hips back and slams them back in. You yelp when your body slides forward on his hardwood floor, trying to find purchase on something, anything around you, but Sangyeon doesn’t give you the chance. He sets the pace fast and hard, his grip on your waist being the only thing to keep you from falling completely to the ground. 

You don’t realize how warm your body has gotten until his grip starts slipping due to your combined sweat. Until his body is suddenly hunched over yours, his sweaty chest sliding against your back every time he ruts into you like a dog. He’s panting into your ear, letting out little grunts and groans every time you squeeze around him. You’re no better. In fact, you may be worse with the way you practically scream his name, little wails forced out of you every time he sheathes his length into you. 

“What a sight,” Sangyeon grunts out, pulling himself off you just enough to see your body in full again. His hair is damp, hanging over his face in sweaty strands. “The IST University Spitfire crumbling into pieces for the one person she swore never to touch. Isn’t that something?”

“Sh— shut—” you grind your teeth together, struggling to barely get a word out between every moan and whine and sob you emit. “Your— your fu—fucking mouth.”

“See, I would,” Sangyeon says and you feel him twitch inside of you. “But it’s just so much fun to see you like this.” 

Part of you wants to curse him. Part of you wants to shove him off you and give him a piece of your mind before leaving him to jack off like a high schooler. Unfortunately, the larger part of you that just wants him harder, faster deeper, more more more wins. 

He goes quiet after that, though, and the two of you are left in silence. The “silence”, in this case, being the sound of the party raging downstairs, the sensation of your knees scraping the ground and likely forming bruises, the gasping breaths that you take, the wet sound of his hips against yours, and the scandalous noises that you couldn’t be bothered to restrain. You couldn’t care less if you’re fueling his ego right now. Couldn’t care less that he’ll likely never let you live this down. You only care about the orgasm that’s slowly climbing and climbing and climbing. You know Sangyeon is close too. The build from him fucking your throat for god knows how long and then abruptly tearing his orgasm away from himself, the tightness of your walls around him. He has to be close to cumming. You know he is. 

Sangyeon nearly falters when you grab his free hand, your fingers shaking as they wrap around it and drag him toward your clit. He laughs in mocking disbelief.

“You want me to help you?” He asks and, in your naivety, you expect him to bend at your every whim just like everyone else. As if you’d forgotten the past four years in your fucked out state. 

“Please,” you drag out the e sounds, and Sangyeon clicks his tongue. 

“If you want me to help you, you’re gonna have to put in more effort than that, princess.” He snaps his hips into you, enjoying the way you cry out and scramble to stabilize your body again. “I’ve already made you cum once, and I’m about to do it again. If you want me to help you more than I am, you’re gonna have to beg for it.” 

You gnaw on your lower lip, fighting back more tears. As if that would do anything, anyway. Your makeup was already ruined— dark streaks of mascara dried into your cheeks, smeared lipstick on your chin, smudged eyeliner. Anyone who took one look at you would know exactly what happened. Didn’t matter if they were drunk or not. They’d know who did this to you.

“Please, Sangyeon,” you moan pitifully but you know that won’t be enough. “I’ll be so good, I promise. Please please please lemme cum, Sangyeon please.”

“You’ll be good?” He echoes you and laughs. “Little princess, you’ve been nothing but a little brat since the day we met. What makes you think I’m gonna believe you?” 

A hiccuped sob escapes you. “‘M sorry Sangie, I’m sorry! I pro—promise I’ll be good from now o—on. I’ll b—be good for you!”

“You will?” He asks, and out of the corner of your eye, you can see him smirking down at you. “You’ll be good for me?”

“Just for you! Just for you, Sangie! Please, please, please lemme cum! I promise I’ll be good!” 

“Okay, princess,” he says and swats your hand away from his. “I’ll take care of you, I promise.”

The wail you let out when he picks up his pace again is desperate and carnal. His thumb rubs harshly at your clit, and the stimulation is just enough for you to be thrown over the edge again, your walls squeezing around his member so tightly he’s forced to slow down with a long, drawn-out groan. His body shudders above yours as you continue to pulse around him, forcing him closer and closer to his orgasm.

“D-don’t cum inside,” you manage to hiss out through the overwhelming pleasure. Sangyeon scoffs. 

“As if I’d wanna risk anything with you.” 

Sangyeon squeezes his eyes shut as he forces himself to pull away from you, already missing the warmth of your pussy when the air (cold in comparison) hits him. He wastes no time in wrapping his hand around his length, furiously pumping up and down as he draws closer and closer. You try to sit up, to turn around and watch, but Sangyeon forces you back down with a hand on the back of your neck (which you’re starting to think he has a thing for). 

You don’t put up a fight against him, knowing you don’t stand a damn chance with how exhausted you are. Instead, you opt to crane your neck as best you can, watching in awe (which you would never admit, amongst a handful of other things) as he tilts his head back and lets his jaw hang open, tongue prodding at the side of his mouth. You can only watch as warm ropes of white cum spurt from his tip, coating your ass and lower back. Part of you wants to reach back and swipe some of it, just for a little taste. 

When Sangyeon finally lets you up, you turn toward him with heavy eyes. For a moment, the two of you kneel there in front of each other, sweaty, covered in each other’s cum, and in some sort of daze. You watch his abs tense with every exhale, watch him brush a few strands of hair out of his face. Then you stand up, taking a few steps toward him on shaky legs, and tilt his head up to look at you in the eye. 

“Didn’t I tell you to stop talking?” Your hoarse voice comes out in a purr that’s steadier than either of you thought it would, and Sangyeon grins wildly at you.

“You really think you’re gonna have any control over me?” He slaps your hand away from his face, getting to his feet faster than you’d expected him to, and grabs you, his hands squeezing your cheeks. “You’re my bitch now, princess. No changing that. You said it yourself, didn’t you?”

“I said a lot of things, Lee Sangyeon.” You sneer, but it comes out muffled and Sangyeon rolls his eyes.

“Guess I didn’t fuck you hard enough if you’re still talking back, hm?” Your stomach drops, heat rolling in your stomach again. Sangyeon pushes you back toward the bed and that malicious grin returns. You’re starting to miss that smirk he always had on. 

“It’s fine. We have all night, anyway.”

By the time Sangyeon’s had enough of you, by the time both of you are entirely worn out and satiated for the time being, the party downstairs has died down and you’re covered in bruises, aching all over. You didn’t bother to move when he brought a washcloth over and began to wipe you clean, removing any traces of his or your release. 

“Never thought you’d actually cave in.” He tells you when he finally lays down. You don’t look at him, choosing to lie face down with your face stuffed into the pillows. 

“I didn’t cave in,” you say, but even you know that’s a lie. “Maybe I just needed a good fuck before finals.”

“So you admit that I was a good fuck?” Sangyeon teases, sliding closer to you and ignoring the way you groan and try to kick him back. 

“Shut up already. I need to rest.” 

A fist hits the wall behind your head and you gasp loudly, sitting straight up when you hear Eric yelling from the room next door. 

“Is this some sort of revenge? WHY IS IT ALWAYS ME? WHY NOT HYUNJAE? WHY NOT SUNWOO? WHY IS IT ALWAYS ME?”

Your eyes narrow at Sangyeon who just lays there laughing, one hand thrown over his eyes.

“You knew he went to sleep while we were fucking?”

“Of course I did,” he says through his laughter. Your lips try to twitch up but you force them back down. 

“You’re such an asshole.” You lay back down and let him drag you over to rest on his chest. 

“Yeah, but you love me.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Keep thinking that, pretty girl. I’ll convince you one of these days.”

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[noisyquokka]

SANGYEON FLUFF SANGYEON FLUFF SANGYEON FLUFF

happy birthday btw, hope it's a good one !! 🥰🍰

Worship You

PAIRING - Sangyeon x GN!Reader

SYNOPSIS - You don't get much time to yourselves, but when you do, Sangyeon makes sure to give you his undivided attention. AKA Morning routines with your golden retriever boyfriend!

WORDCOUNT - 1.5k

WARNINGS - Fluff, Established Relationship, VERY Domestic, Slightly Suggestive, Soft!Sangyeon, LOTS of kisses, on some hopeless romantic shi-

A/N - The way I am always melting for this man 😩 thankie for the b-day wishes, it was chaotic but good all in all. I hope you enjoy your Sangyeon fluff! 🤭💛

"We should probably get up..."

Sangyeon's legs tangle with yours, his fingers pushing your hair out of your face, sweeping over your temple in gentle strokes. He's got you as close as you can be, wrapped up in his arms with nowhere to go. You chuckle softly, pressing your face into his shoulder.

"Perhaps," You mumble, pressing a kiss to his collarbone. "What time is it?"

He reaches for his phone on the nightstand, leaving a kiss atop your head as he does so.

"10:34," he says, and his arm tightens around your torso.

You hum in acknowledgment, feeling your eyelids slip closed in the warmth of your boyfriend's arms. It's been quite some time since the two of you have been able to share this kind of morning together, a little over two months. It feels like the rest of the world has faded away, the two of you in your personal cocoon of warm and adoring gazes, gentle caresses.

You breathe deeply, stretching your legs and sighing contentedly. The sunlight streams through the bedroom windows, heating what bare skin is peaking beyond the mess of tangled sheets and limbs. For a few minutes, it's quiet. Just you and Sangyeon in this bed, your breaths syncing with one another.

You almost fall back to sleep until he shifts under you, and that's when you decide it better to get up. It's the arm that darts out and snakes around your waist that stops you, pulling you back into a sturdy chest. You chuckle, glancing over your shoulder. Sangyeon's eyes are closed, but there's a hint of a smile on those lips.

"I could swear you just said something about us getting up." you tease. He grunts low in his throat, his hand sweeping beneath the fabric of the t-shirt you'd stolen from him, and pulls you impossibly closer, warmth radiating between your bodies.

"I did?" His voice is still raspy with sleep, the sound eliciting a shiver of euphoria that runs along your spine.

"You did," you reply, giggling softly at the feeling of his nose nuzzling against your neck.

"C'mon, we've already had breakfast," he murmurs, shifting you onto your back. You take in a breath, knocking your head into his gently - a teasing smirk on your lips.

"Do you plan on keeping me in this bed all day?"

"Maybe." The man's arms squeeze you again as if emphasizing how much he wants this. He's missed this. Missed you. Brown eyes fall to your lips and he presses a quick kiss to them, relishing the breathy sigh that escapes you.

You're smiling against his mouth, mind spiraling for a moment as you get lost in the sensation of his lips on yours. The heat of his body sweeps over your flesh and you're unable to hold back your quiet giggles.

If anything has stayed the same in your relationship, it's the way you still melt in his presence.

"I do need to get laundry done, at the very least," you whisper against his lips, pecking them a few more times. Sangyeon groans in exasperation, running his finger over the swell of your hip.

"You can borrow mine," he replies lowly, pressing another kiss to your lips. The corners of yours twitch up in a smile.

"I'm already borrowing yours."

He sighs heavily through his nose, breathing you in.

"Mmm, we could put it off another day." Sangyeon's hands move along your body, tracing patterns over your lower stomach. Your skin prickles under his ministrations, goosebumps forming.

Another kiss, slow and deliberate.

"We need to wash our faces at least," you say.

At this, Sangyeon pauses. It's a moment of soft stares, dragging on as he considers your words. You're smiling like a fool, and he knows that you know you've got a point. At long last, he moves in for another short peck, letting his arm fall from your waist to let you get out of bed.

You can feel those eyes on you as you make for the adjoining bathroom, and he wastes zero time—slipping out of the sheets and following closely behind. A yelp escapes when he grabs you, pulling you back into his chest and picking you up with practiced ease, your laughter echoing through the hallway. Your hands grip his forearms, feeling the muscles work beneath the skin as he sets you on the bathroom counter. He slides between your legs, a sure smile pulling at his lips.

"You are very adamant, Mr. Lee," you say, tilting your head.

"I can't help it," He chuckles under his breath. His hand settles on your outer thigh, sliding higher and higher. "can't blame a man for wanting to love on his spouse after a busy few months away."

"Oh, by all means, I'm not complaining."

Eventually, the lingering hands and sweeping gazes pause long enough for you two to begin your skincare routines. Both of you take to dampening your faces and foaming up your facial cleansers, holding back smiles to keep the soap out of your mouth. You rinse your face first, bending over the sink and bringing handfuls of warm water to your skin.

Before you can turn the water off, you feel the soft fabric of a towel against your face. Sangyeon pulls you up, gently patting the water from your vision, moving to your cheeks and jaw. He takes his time, attentive with his movements, as per usual.

And still, your heart skips in your chest.

You hum, chuckling as he kisses you on the forehead.

"Baby!" you whine, swiping the bit of soap from your skin. Sangyeon just smiles and bends over the sink to rinse his own face.

The snap of a towel makes him jolt just as he turns the sink off, wiping the water from his eyes. He catches your gaze in the mirror, the way your eyes glint with some unearthed challenge. He turns on his heel, watching as you're already spinning the small hand towel in your grip to swat him again.

"Don't you dare, Love-"

You release the end farthest from him, but the towel fails to land a hit. There's little time for a second attempt because Sangyeon's already advancing on you, reaching for your "weapon" just as you're ready to snap it at him again.

"C'mere, you!" He grunts, grabbing the middle of the towel and tugging you into his chest. He smirks at the way you playfully struggle against his hold, unable to bite back a beaming smile. And then you feel his damp face against your cheek, and you pull away, your shoulders jerking with a laugh.

"Stop! I already dried off," You scold, pressing your hand into his chest.

"Should've thought about that before you started swatting me with that towel!" he says, keeping you close so he can nuzzle his wet face into your neck. "I've been so sweet to you this morning, and what do I get in turn, hmm...?"

"Alright, alright!" You squeal, swatting at his side as he begins to let up. Sangyeon pulls away, keeping his arms tight around your torso. He pops you back up on the counter and waits, invading your space for the umpteenth time.

"Face, then..."

It almost sounds like you're annoyed, but he knows you're far from it. He tilts his head down with a smile, brown eyes softening with just a look at you. Puppy-like. You bring the towel up, patting away what little dampness is left. It's not much, most of it is soaking into the side of your face and neck. But you allow the man a moment of your tender care.

"I love you."

It's a quiet murmur into the static air of the bathroom, but those three little words don't go unheard. You pause, pulling your hand away to take in your Lover. They're words you've heard him whisper before, yet you always find yourself caught off guard by them. Sangyeon gazes back with all the adoration of a man smitten - his eyes glowing embers.

"I love you, too... even when you rub your wet face on me like a dog getting out of the bath."

He chuckles and takes the towel from your grip, patting away any lingering dampness from your skin.

"I did warn you, baby," he says, arching a brow at your narrowed gaze.

"You did not," you scoff, snaking your arms around his neck. "unless you think that a don't you dare is gonna stop me."

Your legs lock around his hips, pulling him closer. He finally loses the towel, tossing it to the hamper and opting to keep all his focus on you.

"Ah, you're right. I should've been more adamant, hm?" He teases, slowly sliding his fingers to the curve of your back. He pulls you smoothly to the edge of the granite counter, and you stare up at him with that narrowed gaze.

You feel his hand slide up your back, his lips finding yours once again. You suck in a breath, slow and steady as you reciprocate, exploring one another as if it's the first time. Those arms hold you close and you instinctively lock your legs around his hips, a noise of surprise leaving your throat when he picks you up and beelines for the door.

"Sangyeon! We haven't finished..." You trail off, feeling his lips against your skin.

"We'll finish later," he mutters into your neck, sitting down at the edge of the bed. "right now, I wanna worship my baby."

Psst!! If you've made it this far, thank you for taking the time to read my work 💕 I appreciate you!

[halaboyz]

undercover, sangyeon

bff, police detective! the boyz sangyeon x special operation unit gn! reader fluff, angst wc: 3.7k warnings: mentions of minor character death, guns, you know police/detective stuff (ie cults) on kdramas but nothing too deep (ie blood, murder, etc.); reader is not especially on the modest side, i would say tomboyish but just imagine hyojoo's charac in happiness! everything's revolved in there (charac's love plot) a/n: RRRRRRRAAAAAAHH sangyeon FITS detective charac so mUCH you have no idea how much my brain racked this idea ;; kdrama happiness and flex x cop inspired !!! GOD i just canNOT make action fics bffr i do not KNOW HOW TO DESCRIBE THINGS networks: @kflixnet

"Public rental unit for police at Gangnam? Won't you need, like, high points for that?" Changmin questions, mouth full of food as he stares curiously at you.

"Mmm, they're giving out three special units to the police." You casually nod, downing a spoonful.

"Really? What are the conditions then?" Changmin perks up, suddenly curious when he senses that you were too nonchalant, conditions may be as simple.

"They score it based on seniority, size of family, marital status, etc. etc. You know, basic requirements. But you know what matters the most? Number of arrests and evaluations," You ignorantly shook your shoulders, making Changmin's drop. You sigh, "I'd definitely get it if those were the only requirements," You shake your head, losing confidence.

"What are you going to arrest, terrorists?" He scoffs, smirking at you.

"In life, Changmin, you never know." You point your chopsticks at him.

"Evaluations are good, but I quit getting them. The apartment's all yours. How are you getting more points?" You had no idea at all, opting to just eat in silence when your phone rings and vibrates in the table.

"Might get married, might not." You slyly smile, slowly widening when you read the caller ID. "Let me get this for a second," You excuse yourself out of the table with a smile, Changmin gawking at your sudden and absurd idea.

"Good morning to my most handsome friend there is," You start as you answered the call, hearing him chuckle in the other line. "You miss me?"

"I think I should ask that. I'm guessing you need something for you to call me something like that," He instigates, and you hear him unlocking his car.

"I don't. At least yet. Why'd you call though?" You pick on your helmet that hung in one of your suit belts, looking longingly at your food. "I got some eating to do, you know."

"I'll be fast. I heard there's someone in your team leading drugs associated with child prostitution. Police will be there after some investigations, but right within the day." Sangyeon informs, starting his car and putting you on hold for a second.

"Oh," You coo, nodding. "Who is it?"

"I'm just informing you, not blatantly revealing files to you," Sangyeon teasingly laughs out, and you hiss.

"Then, if I catch them before you do, it will be my arrest, right?" You think of the points for the free special unit that are being given away to the police, making you smile widely.

"Look at you," Sangyeon hisses as well, "I'm actually on the way there now, partner in crime. You will need to sit your ass down because your best friend will be arresting the bad guys. You be the good cop," He chuckles, warning you. He asks you to go back and eat and bid farewell, hopping back to your seat.

You squint your eyes at the contact, pointing at it as if a light bulb just lit up in your mind.

"You're scaring me," Changmin says, pouting at the phone. "What's the face thing doing on your phone?"

"I think I just found my husband."

"What a waste." You scoff as you cross your arms over your chest, glaring at your once favorite student getting arrested right in front of your eyes. Sangyeon mirrors your actions, standing beside you with a smirk.

"Well, we never really know people." He shakes his head, signaling his team to go on without him. "That's how my work goes," He removes his id and tucks it in his pocket, meaning the end of his work. "Should we go for lunch?"

"I just ate, but who am I to decline another round of food?" You give a bright smile, patting him in his arm. "Wait for me here, I know a good restaurant just near here."

You grab your things as you bid goodbye to Changmin, leaving him speechless at your sudden leave in the middle of the training.

"Hey! Where are you going?! What am I supposed to do with the newbies alone?!" Changmin screams as he watches you hop away, glee in your steps.

"You can handle them alone! I'm off to go get more points for my future apartment, I'll just treat you to some delicious food next time!" You wave, even giving a flying kiss which he annoyingly swatted away.

"Let's go handsome!" You drag Sangyeon away as his face contorted as if he just ate something sour.

"Why do you keep calling me that? It's getting on my nerves," He shivers in his place, taking a good look around the restaurant you were arrogant about.

"Let's eat first, hmm? The beef here is so delicious you have no idea." He chuckles at how you acted, all giddy and excited at how the beef was grilling in front of you.

"Hey, hey! That's not yet cooked!" He swats your chopsticks away with the tongs, hissing at you. He glares at you as he points the tongs at you, making you wait.

You shrink on your seat as you nib on your chopsticks, eagerly waiting for it to be, quotation marks, cooked.

When you were finally done, Sangyeon finally waits for you to open up a talk.

You uncomfortably shift on your seat, smiling wryly.

"Sangyeon," You smile a bigger one, "Should we get married?"

It was needless to say Sangyeon almost coughed all his intestines out. You stretch a glass of water out to him, rubbing his back with an apologetic smile.

"Did you lose a screw or?" He coughs out, pointing at your head. You click your tongue, explaining the situation you wanted in. "So let me get this straight, you're short on points, so you want my arrests to be of points to you?" He summarizes, gulping down another glass of water.

"Yeah, that's basically it." You nod shyly, forking another slice of beef to your mouth. "Hey, when you think about it, I'm a decent per-,"

"Okay."

"Huh?"

Silence engulfs the both of you, just silently staring at each other. Yet your heartbeat was ringing in your ears.

"I said okay. We can get married." He nods, now finally calm and collected, repeating what he said.

"Sang... married, as in... married. Living for life," You clear out, clearing your throat.

"You wanted it, and I said okay," He chuckles at your bewildered state, feeling all jittery inside.

"Oh, okay." You shortly reply, nodding. "Wow, okay. I didn't expect that you'll agree like that." You chuckle, finally calming yourself down. "I should've accepted your confession back in high school," You mumble, shaking your head.

"H-hey! Are you still not over that? I didn't mean my confession back then! It was... pressure! Right, pressure only! My friends were there and urging me and-,"

"Fine, fine! Why are you explaining over again..." You mumble, chuckling at his now sheepish state. "I'm sending a form then. We're married." You confirm, stretching out your hand for him to shake. He chuckles, shaking your hand with a hum.

Well, that was easy now, wasn't it?

You know what's not easy? It's suppressing your growing feelings for your best friend.

"I did not even dare imagine I would get to live in an apartment like this," Your eyes roam around the newly renovated apartment flat, on your tippy toes as Sangyeon tailed you with a smile. "i'm planning on changing a lot, but since it was just renovated, we can push that off for a while and enjoy the scent of the new flat," You smile, turning to him as he agrees whatever you want to do with the apartment. You stop when you open a room, spotting two beds beside each other with a table lamp between it.

"Oh, that..." Sangyeon trails off, thinking of any reason. "The other room is packed with storage boxes so... I moved in here first. Don't worry! When we get it cleaned up I'll move," Sangyeon panics, pointing here and there to prove his point.

"It's okay," You nod, glancing at him awkwardly. "We can stay together. To be safe from unit inspection officers, too. We're married. We should be together in one room, at least." You ignore the thumping of your heart as you made your beeline away from the tightening walls of the room, leaving Sangyeon stunned. "Well, I'm satisfied. Are you?"

You both finish wandering the flat, satisfied smiles on your faces as you plan ahead on how the bills would be parted.

Your little bubble of happiness pops while you both were eating your housewarming meal when both of your phones rang together, signaling an emergency.

You both looked at each other curiously, wondering why it had to be the same time your phones alerted an emergency when you had different fields.

So when the police and the special operation units team up to take down a massive cult, Sangyeon and you grow worried about each other.

"You be safe." You mumble to Sangyeon before he drives off after dropping you to your outpost, having to run to his station as well.

"You too. See you later." He nods at you before seeing you off, dashing inside to be on the emergency meeting.

"Oh, y/n. You're here." Changmin pulls a chair for you as the meeting continues, summarized as the SOU will only be a back-up and the police will be leading the operation.

Specifically, Sangyeon is.

You raise your hand immediately to gain attention, silence overtaking the whole room when the supervisor points at you to continue.

"Can't we lead with them? I mean... wouldn't it be the same to go there as back up? Why can't we lead as well so that there are more people to ambush the place?" You suggest, but the supervisor shakes his head immediately to dismiss you.

"It's a case that's been going on for years already. We can't afford to fight with the police to take credit for their hard work. They only asked for back and especially the SOU so that more range of the main post of the cult will be surrounded and ambushed." You nod in response, growing worried of how the case was being approached.

If it was lasting for a year already, wouldn't the suspects already be so cut out to be hard to take down? So why would you have to be at the bleachers when your man is risking his life out there in the fields?

"That being said, yn and Changmin, you'll be with the Tech team of the police in contact with those getting silently in the field in disguises. You'll be together with them for stakeout. Get ready for any alerts and emergencies."

"You mean the police will disguise themself as part of the cult's members?" You clear out, repeating what the supervisor said.

"Yes. It's their plan and we're acting on it." You stayed quiet after that, letting the meeting go on while you were on your head until Changmin gets to the best of you to remind you the meeting's done and you got to move.

"Let me make a quick call." You pat Changmin and excuse yourself to the bathroom, hands shaking as you start looking for that certain contact. "You dipshit! How could you not tell me about this?!" When you hear the line connecting, you immediately curse out Sangyeon which earns you a chuckle.

"I'm a police. Cases are top secret. I think I've told you that a hundred times already." He scoffs, and you hear a lot of background voices in the back, probably getting ready.

"You're going in alone?" You put your annoyance aside to finally get some information from him, he sighs.

"Did you not listen on your meeting?" A soft chuckle leaves his lips, "We're five." Opting to just answer your questions, he leans back as the chaos erupts behind him. "Oh, yn. We need to go, they go around picking victims by this time of the day in the park. You should go with your team no-,"

"For how many days will you be inside? When's the attack going to be?" You cut Sangyeon off, wishing you can stop him longer from going.

"Will be there for at least three to five days to offer some comfort to them. Could be earlier, could be later." He hears you heave a deep sigh which prompts pulls the sides of his lips to a genuine smile, appreciating your concern over your friend which is now your husband. "Hey. Listen to your supervisors, okay? I don't want you getting hurt." Because of him.

"Are you kidding me?" You retort, "Then try not going on dangerous missions!"

"It's my job though," He replies calmly, making you weirdly more agitated. "You don't have to worry about me, yn. I'm Lee Sangyeon, I've been awarded as the Honorable Police Detective for three consecutive years now. I have my back."

"If you come out there with the slightest scar on your body you'll die by my hands," You threaten so lovingly, Sangyeon lets out a hearty laugh. "Be safe, Sangyeon. I'm serious,"

"Okay. Thank you, I will. You too, okay! Don't be so rash about making decisions." You hum in reply as you end the call, sighs still coming out of your lips in worry.

"Don't worry. He'll be fine." You comfort yourself in front of the mirror as you washed your face, heading bravely now outside to pack your things.

After another briefing of the mission, it is now taken into action. You jump into the van with your bag of protective gear with Changmin.

"Hey, yn. Don't let your emotions get through, yeah? I mean it with no offense," Changmin pats your arm in assurance. "Team work."

"Oh, absolutely." Half sarcastic, half not. Of course you shouldn't be putting your emotions into cases. You're not allowed to do that.

Of course. Okay. You can do that. You can, right? You nod at yourself. That was easy.

You spent the first two days cramped up in the back of the van with another police who handled the tech, the tech, and you and Changmin and only listening to Sangyeon and the other four whatever was happening inside and only when they had something to share to the bud.

"We're going ahead and sneak to the office by night when they announce lights out in bedrooms," You hear Sangyeon say through the speakers, and you nod at Changmin. It was an hour before said takeover.

Both of you changed into your gear and vests, preparing everything you need to prepare. Just as time had passed, you were on standby, You sigh, anxiously picking on your finger.

"He's going to be fine, yn. Loosen up."

"Can you... I'll... stay outside. Call me in if something happens and we need to go. I'll remove the bud."

"You can't do that," Changmin hisses, holding your hand to make you stay. "Stay here. Remove the bud but don't go outside. At least, you'll see what's going on." He suggests, and you remove your bud. Through the small cameras set up by the five inside the 'house', you watch each of their movement.

"Fuck." Right when they were in a blind spot inside the office, the tech exclaims and the both of you perk up and the lights inside the office lit.

"What happened? Do we go inside?" You ask, grabbing Changmin by the shoulder in panic.

"We still haven't gotten any orders, yn." He levels with your panic, but still trying to calm you down.

"The team's silently making their way around and inside. Please don't move unless we tell you so," The police you're with pleads, and you stay put on your sit with a huff and a heavy heart.

Your eyes search for Sangyeon through the cameras but no signs seen. Assuming their buds were taken since no one has then uttered a word, they've been taken by the members into interrogation.

"So what, are we just going to fucking sit here? There are five of your team there! Are you just going to let them die?!" You get loose, grabbing your helmet. Changmin stands up and calms you down once again, and the police doesn't bat you an eye.

He remains seated and eerily busy in his computer, showing that police cars have already surrounded the area.

You wait for any order, any, just to go out of these sickening van. Your husband was out there, not knowing if dead or alive, and you were out here stuck on your sit because they told you so.

"They rang the car sirens," You hear the numerous and loud police car sirens which also alarms your leave, sharing a look with Changmin and getting your gears and guns, rushing out of the van and skillfully making your way to back up the polices, already in their places. Plenty of suspects make their way out of the house in a hurry not knowing they are already surrounded as some detectives fight their way into these suspects and in the house.

After a suspenseful, agitating wait until they've all surrendered, arms and feet get impatient as it shakes in worry and anger. Lastly, who you've been briefed about as the cult's leader, make his way out of the house and handcuffed, one by one, the disguised detectives make their way out of the house honorable, but not quite yet.

Sangyeon was still inside, location unknown.

Another surge of detectives make their way inside to search for said man and you're on the surge of breaking down.

"Where the hell is he..." You mumbled, eyebrows meeting in the middle as you stand up straight and fucked the form up, chucking your gun into your holster and make your way to the front.

Changmin wasn't able to stop you now because of how determined you were and how worried about not seeing Sangyeon. So you immediately ask one of his colleagues that went in. But to no avail. They were separated when the lights lit and since Sangyeon lead them, he was interrogated alone by the cult leader.

Okay. If they're not able to tell them where Sangyeon is, the cult leader will.

You angrily heave a sigh as you stride closer to the handcuffed man, still all dignified and mighty even though he was caught. You remove your helmet to throw aside, grabbing him by the collar aggressively which makes heads turn, the polices and now Changmin gasping, trying to stop you but your hands stayed where it was.

"Where's the other one?" You ask through gritted teeth, glaring up at him. He scoffs, smirks, shaking his head and looks at you with innocent eyes.

"I have no idea. You tell me," He smiles devilishly once again, and you click your tongue in annoyance. You step farther away from them and your face scrunches, annoyance and anger getting the best of you.

You launch a hard kick on his stomach which sent him flying away from the polices hands, and you dashed at him with the intent of then punching him in the face as he folds in pain. You put your foot in his chest and sigh satisfyingly.

"I'm asking you once again. Where the hell is he," He cowardly hides his face under his hands as he groans in pain due to your weight on his chest.

"He's in the walk in freezer in the basement!"

Right as he reveals Sangyeon's location, the police runs to the basement as you tail them, leaving the assailant with a hard, last push of your weight on his chest.

The medical team prepares heaters and hot packs, towels, coats as you wait for it to be opened, tapping your foot as finally, Sangyeon- half conscious and shivering and all tucked up in a corner, comes into sight.

They rush in to usher him out, putting endless of towels and coats over him and handing him hot packs and leading him to a heater. He sighs in relief, seeing your worried face that he oh so loved so much, unscratched and waiting for him, he smiles.

The police, now all done with their work inside with Sangyeon spotted, leaves you both alone and you finally break into tears.

You tightened your jaw, making your way towards him with heavy, angry steps. Sangyeon ineffectively tries to turn around to find someone that can shield him or just run away but the towels and coats limit his movements.

You warm your fingers up as you land a hard punch on his arm, the punch going through the thick layer of towels coats that causes him to groan in pain and lie on his side.

"Oh my god," Sangyeon breathes out, looking at you. "I thought you were worried about me!"

"I said I was going to kill you with my own two hands if you had the slightest scratch on your body." You remind him, fingers folding to a fist to get ready to punch him again.

"Stop! That hurts!" Although it really did hurt (two things he feared for life was death and an angry y/n), a smile was plastered on his face as he shuffles himself to sit, facing you with the biggest smile. "The operation was a success, aren't you happy for me?"

You were silent. You were still glaring at him as he met your eyes, but he knows that you were only worried sick about him. It was indeed a dangerous mission, and the fact that if he wasn't found for another minute, he would've died.

But he didn't, and he get to see how worried you were right when those doors of the freezer opened. He gets to see you.

That was worth it.

Your fist relaxes as you meet his eye level, sighing in relief as you took him into your arms, giving him the tightest (almost deadly), warmest, and sweetest hug that assured him of everything.

"Never do these kinds of operations again," You mumble, burrowing your face in the towels that held him closer than you. "I get worried sick. Being a good cop is boring. I'll be the bad cop now so you don't get to do these kinds of things anymore. How about that?"

You hear Sangyeon chuckle as he's now the one burrowing his chin in the crook of your neck, enjoying the warmth you exuded. He definitely was not going to let you do that, but now he just decided to keep quiet and enjoy how he fit right into your arms.

"I missed you."

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[sungbeam]

𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐖 — 01

part one: heaven only knows where you've been

nonidol!lee sangyeon x fem!reader

2.1k words, est. relationship au, fluff, romance, swear words, low-key just ooey-gooey, proposal au; sangyeon knows that you're the one, and he's ready to run headfirst into forever with you.

a/n: this was supposed to be a full oneshot LMAO but i'm trying to see if people like it enough for me to continue (_ _;) the motivation has been very low lately y'all

IT was the summer after his senior year of university that Lee Sangyeon knew he was going to marry you.

He was among the few out of your big group of mutual friends to graduate this year, and instead of a high school-esque grad party, all of you decided to book rooms at one of the fancy ass hotels downtown and live like royalty for a weekend.

It had been in the maknaes' room that everyone gathered round to play a game of One Night Werewolf, armchairs and desk chairs and pillows dragged over toward the couch in the living room of their suite. Jacob's phone sat in the center of the glass coffee table, silenced now that the round had ended in an explosion of disbelief.

"NOOOOO!"

"I knew it! I fucking knew it—"

"I cannot believe she pulled a Chanhee."

All of the commotion was directed toward you, who sat innocently on the couch, squeezed between Jacob's and Younghoon's partners. Your cheeks were flushed and your skin glowed with a beautiful, warm flush, your grin lighting up the room. Victory sang loudly in your eyes, and goddamn, if Sangyeon didn't find you so alluringly attractive even if you just fooled the entire group to win the game.

You could only shrug, fiddling with your Tanner card. Even your inherent modesty couldn't suppress the smile on your face. You tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. "Look, you guys know I can't lie to save my life," you said, "so this one's on you for just assuming I was a werewolf."

Sunwoo and Eric grumbled their reluctant agreement, followed by everyone else.

Sangyeon didn't know what it was about you tonight—or rather, you every night, every minute of every day—but if he could spend the rest of his life chasing that beautiful smile, then he could die a happy man. There was something so attractive about the simple, yet genius way you knew how to manipulate your own weaknesses into a strength, to wield it like a blade. It was effortless.

Changmin was groaning again, bickering back and forth with Chanhee about "influencing your tactic", mainly because Chanhee had committed a similar act to you in the very first round (except, Chanhee was actually a very skilled liar, unlike you). Somebody was going around collecting everyone's cards to shuffle up and start up a new game, and in the midst of all the madness, you felt a pair of eyes on you.

You turned your head, mid-laugh, and met Sangyeon's pair of shining crescent moons. Your posture and gaze softened, but your smile widened. It had been three years (and counting) since he first asked you out, since he asked you to be his. He'd been relatively quiet this round, and so you mouthed to him with your head tilted to the side, 'Everything okay?'

A smile pressed into his cheeks. 'Everything's perfect.'

It wasn't until two years later that Sangyeon announced to Jacob and Kevin that he was going to propose. The three of them had been hanging out at Kevin's place watching a baseball game on TV, their bodies lounging on recliners with drinks in their hands.

Kevin fell completely out of his chair at the news, while Jacob's eyes went comically wide. "FINALLY!" Kevin squawked from the floor, grunting as he hauled himself back up into his chair while massaging his sore backside with a grimace.

Sangyeon raised his eyebrows, reaching up to cup the back of his neck. "What's that supposed to mean?" He laughed nervously. Had you said something to Kevin before?

Kevin deadpanned at him. "Dude, respectfully, if you weren't going to wife her up anytime soon, I was gonna do it for you!"

Sangyeon's mouth opened to retort, quite furiously, he might add—but Jacob wisely put both his hands up to physically step in for damage control.

"What he meant to say," Jacob said with a pointed look at a sheepish Kevin, "was that we are very happy for you, hyung. When's it happening?"

Ah. Well… Sangyeon winced to himself, knocking back a bit of alcohol. "Okay, I don't have all the details worked out—"

Kevin slapped his hand to his forehead. "You don't even have the ring, do you?"

"No—"

Even Jacob covered his mouth. "He doesn't even have the ring."

With a melodramatic whimper, Kevin shook with a feigned sob. "If you liked it, then you should've put a ring on it."

Sangyeon sighed, eyes rolling up to the ceiling. To be honest, he thought telling Jacob and Kevin first was the smart choice, but then again, if he went to any of his friends and told them that he didn't have the ring yet, then he'd receive reactions similar to this one. Even if he went to their partners, he might get smacked around. It was simply the fate of being the eldest.

Moreover, he had only just decided he was going to propose to you. You graduated a year after him, and now you both had stable jobs. The two of you had moved in together awhile ago, but it was only at this very moment that Sangyeon let his mind wander to the "next step". Coming home to you every evening and waking up to you every morning had become his status quo, one that he was infinitely blessed with. He couldn't imagine starting and ending his days with anyone else, and perhaps both you and him had been so busy lately that neither of you could really sit down and talk about beyond.

Sure, the topic of marriage and kids had come up at some point. Sangyeon had even seen a glimpse of your wedding Pinterest board once, and you even knew the exact way he wanted to renovate your future home together. And two kids—you both wanted two kids and a dog.

Okay, so maybe the topic hadn't just come up. But it was about time that the ball kept rolling, no matter how much Sangyeon wanted to take his time with you. A part of him couldn't wait to get to 'forever' with you. No, all of him couldn't wait, not anymore.

The next day, Sangyeon went ring shopping with Kevin and Jacob in tow. Both of the latter's partners were also told to be close to their phones to give their opinions on each design choice.

Sangyeon had never thought about the ring. There were vague options that cycled through each imagined proposal concocted in his head, but none of them had stuck. It had to be perfect, though, that was all he knew and the very thing stuck at the front of his brain as he and his friends hopped from jeweler to jeweler.

Three hours, six shops, and two iced Americanos (each) later, Sangyeon hunched over a case of diamond-topped white gold bands. He wasn't very optimistic at this point, and even Jacob and Kevin had wandered over to a different section of the store to try on bracelets.

Sangyeon's eyes swept over the vast sea of sparkling jewels, each more radiant than the last. They were all either too expensive, too cheesy, or just not the one. There was also the option of going with a rock that wasn't diamond, but Sangyeon always drew himself toward the diamond section, unwilling to look anywhere else.

From his pants pocket, his phone buzzed the familiar ringtone he had set for your specific call. He dragged a hand down his face, but he couldn't help the soft, happy sigh from his mouth as he picked up. "Hey, baby. What's up?"

He nestled his phone between his ear and shoulder as he continued to judge the rows of rings in the case below.

"Love, I'm picking up dinner!" Your voice came out in sharp, strained huffs as if you were running and trying to catch your breath. "Almost missed… almost missed the train! Whoo—holy shit, I'm out of shape," you hissed.

Sangyeon chuckled when he heard you curse again and yell at someone to hold the door for you. Only when you were safely on and vocally announced that you had your butt in a seat, did he reply. "Glad you made it."

"Me too," you panted. "This is why I don't go to the gym; this is so embarrassing."

"I thought you don't go to the gym because you'd just stare at me the whole time," he teased, the corner of his lips lifting into a smirk.

You stammered on the other end of the line. "You're—you can't just say that to me in public."

He laughed a little more at that, eyes flickering around him to make sure no one was giving him a glare in the quiet shop. His attention swiftly went back to the jewel case with his eyebrows creased together. This time, however, his eyes caught the glint of one ring in particular. It was one of the many diamonds seated upon white gold bands, but this one was cut in a marquise style: a slim oval at the center with smaller diamonds branching out to create a sort of floral shape around it. There was something so simple, yet elegant about its look.

Sangyeon felt his heart leap in his chest. This one. This was the one.

"—Sangyeon? Honey, you there?"

He cleared his throat, his eyes searching the store for a sales clerk and curling his fingers toward him to signal him to come over. From the corner of his eyes, he spied Jacob and Kevin catch on and begin to make their way over, too. "Yea—yeah," he grappled, "sorry, babe, thought I saw something. What were you saying?"

He licked his lips, straightening, and grabbing the phone with his non-dominant hand so he could point out the ring to the three others surrounding him.

Jacob and Kevin could hardly contain their squeals as they grinned at each other, their hands slamming together so they could grab each other and shake the other's body.

"Oh, uh, nothing. You were just quiet for a bit… where are you, by the way? Should I wait to get dinner?"

Sangyeon mouthed, 'This one' to the sales clerk, furiously jabbing his pointer finger down at the glass case. "Uh," he winced, palm coming to his forehead as he racked his brain for a sensible answer, "I'm out with Kev and Cobie right now, but I'll be home in time for dinner. I'm okay with anything you're craving."

The sales clerk quietly retrieved the ring from the glass case, the diamonds glinting like rainbows in the shop's lighting. Sangyeon's eyes went wide as he gently took the ring in his fingers and inspected the piece.

It was gorgeous. Holy shit.

"Kev and Cobie?" You parroted. "Oh, say hi to them for me! And I'll just grab something from the Thai place down the street."

"Sounds great, baby." Sangyeon bit down hard on his lower lip as he broke into a wide, almost hysterical grin. He mouthed to the jeweler your ring size, a number he had memorized for an embarrassingly long time now. After handing the ring back over, he turned slightly away from everyone so he could finally focus on you. "Sorry, I've been a little distracted, but did you have a good day?"

He could hear the sounds of the train's robotic lady voice announcing the stop for home. Shuffling from your end, then, "That's okay," you chirped, your voice growing soft as you walked further away from hustle and bustle, and closer to the quieter street your apartment complex was on. "I know you were probably busy when I called. My day was okay, but I just—" you sighed as a door thumped closed, "—I'm just happy to be home now. Can't wait to see you."

Sangyeon could feel the tug in his chest, as if the connection between you two was pulling him, urging him home to you. "Can't wait to see you, too, Yn," he replied softly. He knocked his knuckles against one of the glass cases. "Tell you what? If you place the order, I'll just pick the food up on my way home, how's that sound? You should just rest, love."

There was another door slam on your end. "I love you," you breathed in relief.

His heart sputtered in his chest, a small laugh falling from his lips. "You know I love you more."

He could hear the smile in your voice. "This isn't a competition, Mr. Lee."

"Who said I'd ever want to compete with you?" He mused. "But just so you know, I do love you the most."

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[biaswreckingfics]

Business or Pleasure? - Part 1

Pairing: Lee Sangyeon x Female Reader

Genre: CEO AU, Fake Dating AU, Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: None

Standing outside of the massive concrete skyscraper, you take a deep breath and try not to let the giant monolith in front of you - and everyone inside of it - intimidate you. From the reflection of the street-lined windows, you can see the hesitancy on your face. The overwhelming feeling that you just stepped into a role you're unprepared for threatens to drown you, but you do your best to shove it aside.

Wiping that look of fear off your face, you smooth down your business suit and turn your head side to side to make sure your hair is still in place. When you're satisfied you look exactly as you did when you left the house, you hike your bag up your shoulder and give yourself a small nod.

You've got this.

Before you chicken out, you move over to the revolving door and walk into one of the turning sections. You count to three before you come out on the other side and look straight ahead to the receptionist. 

His mahogany desk sits in front of a bank of elevators that are already well into being used. Employees scurry around you as you try to take in the open first floor. Stairs disappear into the walls of each side of the building - for those brave souls who refuse to wait with twenty other people for an elevator. The thought of climbing up to one of the top floors makes you want to vomit. You already know the day you have to use those stairs for any reason will be your last one as an employee because there's absolutely no way you'd put yourself through that. 

The flooring under your feet catches your attention. Flecks of gold veins run through the hard marble stone, and you're positive that this section of floor alone costs more than your apartment. That feeling of "what are you doing here" starts to bubble up again, and you force yourself to move over to the receptionist's desk before you let it take hold.

The man looks up as you approach, and you can already tell he's a little younger than you. A wide smile takes over his face, causing his eyes to crease. You can almost feel the positive energy radiating off of him.

"Welcome! How can I help you?"

The warmth in his greeting helps remove some of your stress, and you smile back at him. "Hello… I'm a new hire… I'm supposed to be starting today, but I have no idea where to go…"

"That's no problem," he smiles. "Which company are you working for?"

"Lee Technologies Incorporated…" you nervously swallow as you remember you're now working for one of the biggest companies in the technological industry. 

His eyes light up. "Hey! I have some friends that work for Lee Tech! Who's your boss?"

"Lee Sangyeon."

The smile vanishes from his face so rapidly that you almost take a step back. His suddenly wide eyes and slightly ajar mouth cause your heart to tumble down into your stomach. What the heck kind of reaction is this?

Almost like he can sense your guard coming up, he shakes himself from his stupor and focuses on his computer. "Um… What's your name?"

Once you give him your identification, your eyes fall to his nameplate. Eric Sohn. Your gaze flashes back up to him, taking in the wavy brown hair and the now hesitant expression on his face. His reaction has spooked you out even more than you already were. The urge to turn around and go right back out the exit grows until his attention comes back to you.

"Looks like you're going straight to the top floor…"

There's a look on his face like he wants to say more, but he holds himself back. You gnaw on your lip for a moment before you decide to just ask.

"I'm sorry, but why did you react like that when I told you his name?"

Eric's eyes widen like he got caught doing something he shouldn't have. He shakes his head. "I was just being… Actually, can I be honest with you?"

"Please."

He takes a deep breath. "He has a reputation around here… Everyone always talks about how mean and cold he is. He has a no-nonsense attitude, and I don't think I've ever seen the man smile. I have seen him fire five people, though, and I've only been here for three months."

All you can do is blink as he stares at you, waiting for your reaction. The spooked-out look is still on his face as you process his words. You've dealt with asshole bosses before, but you have to admit, Eric's reaction is freaking you out a little. Especially considering this mean cold man is now your direct boss… and you're his personal assistant. 

"But I'm sure you'll be fine!" Eric smiles, trying to reassure you. "They're probably just rumors."

His smile is anything but reassuring, and you can tell he doesn't even believe his own words, but you nod anyway.

"Thank you… I should probably go," you say, backing away from his desk and hooking your thumb toward the elevators.

"Yes! You absolutely do not want to be late!"

The two of you exchange goodbyes, and you move over to the bank of elevators, standing just behind a group that's waiting to go up. They silently watch the elevator come down thanks to the numbered panels above each door, and you think over everything Eric just told you.

What you've just learned about your new boss both surprises you and doesn't. Knowing that Lee Sangyeon is the CEO of Lee Technologies, you kind of expected that he would have the same kind of reputation as most CEOs out there - rude, unforgiving, an asshole - but to hear that he has fired so many people in such a short time is wild. To find out that his reputation has preceded him all the way to the building's receptionist is surprising.

An elevator door slides open, and you shuffle inside along with the rest of the herd. You find yourself pressed against the side opposite the buttons, and you watch as everyone punches in their floor numbers. Nearly every floor except for 75.

With an internal sigh, you ask the man next to the panel if he can push the button for you. His eyebrows raise, and you notice a couple of people glance over at you, but he eventually hits the button. Thanking him, you lean against the wall and prepare for the long ascent.

The interview you had for this job pops into your brain, and you replay it for any hints. Mr. Lee wasn't there, as he was apparently too busy, but you were interviewed by a couple of other higher-ups in the company, and everything seemed pretty professional. You didn't get the idea that they were trying to hire for a jackass or anything. 

As the elevator moves higher and more people get on and off, you decide to push Eric's words out of your mind. They don't need to be there with you on your first freaking day. You need to focus on the matter at hand, not the rumors about your boss.

By the time you reach the 75th floor, you've calmed yourself, and you're once again ready to take on the day. You step out of the elevator with your head held high and approach the first desk you see.

Assumingly, the friendly older lady behind the desk is another receptionist - one for this specific floor - and you smile at her. She politely greets you, and when she realizes who you are, she stands up and comes around her desk. 

"If you'll just follow me this way," she says as she begins to lead you past a series of cubicles toward the far wall of the building.

You barely get a chance to look around as you walk through because the first thing you notice is the stares from half of the room. With each cubicle you pass, more heads swivel your way. The noise of the room ahead of you gets quiet, but with each step of your foot, the murmurs behind you rise. You imagine this is the same treatment you'd get if you rolled around in a pile of pig shit and stepped into a room full of people.

Daring to meet some of their eyes, you're surprised to find pity or sympathy in them. All you can wonder is what the hell this man has done to earn such a response. Especially when you overhear someone telling someone else that you're the new mob boss's assistant. 

Mob boss? Really? What's next? Are they going to call him Satan?

"Ignore them, dear," the elder lady's words float back to you. "Most of them are afraid of their own shadows."

She comes to a stop outside of a wooden door and knocks. You glance at the windows on either side of it, but the blinds are closed, effectively sealing the CEO away from the peasants. Looking over to your right, you notice a neat, sparse desk. The only thing on top of it is a computer, a keyboard, and an empty filing tray.

The door opens, and you're greeted with the sight of your new mob boss. Your heart picks up speed as you take in the attractive man in front of you, but you keep your expression neutral. Mr. Lee looks between the two of you before he moves away from the door and walks over to stand in front of his desk.

Forcing your feet to move, you step inside his office and take in the view. It's very neat and orderly with few decorations. Bookshelves take up the entire right wall, showcasing texts on computers, the internet, etc. Some of the shelves have little knick knacks and bland decor pieces. A couple of them have picture frames featuring Mr. Lee and people you assume to be his family and friends.

His desk is just as tidy as the shelves, and you quickly make a mental note that your new boss clearly likes things to be in order. No clutter, no trash. Your eyes sweep past him - because you're absolutely not ready to take in his features again - and land on the floor-to-ceiling windows that take up the entire wall behind him. The view is impressive. The entire city seems to be sprawling at his feet, and you can't help but wonder how fitting that probably is.

When the silence of the room registers in your ears, you look back at Mr. Lee and the receptionist and find them both staring at you. Realizing the lady introduced you, you walk over and shake Mr. Lee's waiting hand. 

"It's nice to meet you, sir."

"You, as well," he murmurs.

You force yourself to take a step back and meet his gaze. The man is… absurdly attractive. 

He's a couple of inches taller than you. Not enough that you have to tilt your heads to look at each other, but enough that it's obvious who's taller. His tanned skin peeks out at his collar, and you can't help but notice how smooth and flawless it looks. His face is adorned with prominent, thick eyebrows and a pointed nose, but the real eye-catcher is his lips - full and pretty pink.

He's a handsome man, especially with his hair swooped to the sides of his face, showing off his forehead. You ignore the fact that your heart is probably going to beat out of your chest every time you see him and focus on the fact that you're most likely gonna have to kick quite a few women to the curb for him. Great. 

"That'll be all, Mrs. Park. Thank you."

Mrs. Park bows her head and turns for the door. She flashes you a smile as she goes and you find yourself smiling back. When you turn back to Sangyeon, you notice him staring blankly at you, and the smile falls from your face.

"There are a few things I expect from you as my assistant. Number one, be on time. I don't know why I have to point that out when it should be obvious, but apparently, some people just don't get it. Number two, if I ask for something once, please don't make me ask a second time. If it's something important, do it right away. Don't think it can wait for five minutes or until you're done with whatever it is you're doing."

He pauses, and you nod your head to show him you're listening. Satisfied, he continues. 

"Third, try to keep your desk neat. You're an extension of me, so please don't allow your area to look messy. Lastly, I don't expect you to learn my lunch or coffee order. Don't worry about stuff I can take care of on my own. I want your focus to be on the actual work I have you doing."

"Yes, Mr. Lee," you respond because those are all very reasonable requests and ones you already expected. Well, not the food one… You expected to be his little gopher in that area. 

He nods. "Great, then we should be all set. Everything else I assume you'll learn along the way. If you have any questions - as long as they're not moronic - feel free to ask me."

You ignore the last remark because you already know if you're coming to this man with a question… It's because it’s your absolute last resort.

"Your desk is right outside of my office. You're free to go settle in for now. I'll have Mrs. Park send someone over to give you a tour of the office.

"Thank you, sir." You turn to go, but his voice stops you.

"Mr. Lee is fine. You don't need to call me sir."

Glancing back at him, you see him move behind his desk without another look your way. Shrugging it off, you exit his office and walk the few feet to your desk. 

It's a decent-sized desk. The dark wood makes it appear expensive. For all you know, it probably is. You settle down into the cushy desk chair, and you're pleasantly surprised by how comfortable it is. The monitor and keyboard are, of course, state-of-the-art. You can't own a technology company and give your employees crappy electronics.

Remembering your shoulder bag that's been tucked tightly between your arm and torso, you pull out the few pieces you brought and start setting up your desk exactly how you want it. Along the way, you find brand-new supplies tucked in your top drawer and a sticky note with a username and password on top of them. Just as you type the information into the computer, a figure steps up next to your desk.

Looking up, you see a younger-looking man smiling at you. His dimples immediately pop out, and his smile causes the edge of his eyes to crinkle. You'd almost think he's too young to work here, but his sharp, intelligent eyes disprove that theory. 

"Hello, I'm Changmin," he introduces himself. "I've been sent to give you a tour."

His eyes flash to the windows behind you, and you feel yourself deflate just a tad more. Apparently, the entire building is convinced you work for Voldermort.

"Great! Thank you," you push your pessimism to the side and stand up. "I have absolutely no idea where anything is."

Changmin starts up the same aisle you originally came down, expecting you to follow. You quickly walk behind him as he points out the different departments that you're beginning to notice the cubicles are situated in. He shows you the supply room and where the other higher-ups' offices are, and then he shows you the break room.

Only a couple of people are in there, but they all stop what they're doing to look up at you. The sigh you make must've been louder than you meant it to be because Changmin looks back at you with a raised brow.

"Everything okay?"

Deciding to be candid, you ask, "Is everyone going to do that every time they see me?"

His lips purse to one side as he decides how to respond. "Mr. Lee has -"

"A reputation. I know."

He nods. "Look, I'm just going to be honest with you. Mr. Lee is serious. He doesn't joke around, and he won't hesitate to discipline someone. He's cold to 95% of the people who work here, and we consider it a national holiday when that man smiles."

"That's pretty much what I've been told," you glumly reply.

Changmin furrows his brows. "Who told you all of that? You've been here for like five minutes."

"The receptionist on the ground floor looked like he was going to pee his pants."

Changmin laughs and nods. "Eric. Yeah, he's heard some horror stories… Speaking of which, there's a bar down the block that some of us go to after work. You should come sometime."

Already nodding, you say, "Sure, that sounds nice… and depending on how work goes, I may need to thoroughly drown my sorrows."

Changmin shakes his head, letting a little laugh slip out before he gets serious again. "Form your own opinions about Mr. Lee because for how serious and cold he comes across, he's the best at what he does. He cares about the company and the people who work for it. He's calm, and he's got a level head. All you have to do is do your job like he asks, and you'll be fine."

Once the tour concludes, you head back to your desk. Having that conversation with Changmin has surprisingly calmed your nerves, and you feel slightly better. You're happy to know that your boss isn't a total ass. There's empathy somewhere in there.

For the next few hours, you get a handle on your job. You quickly begin to understand what Mr. Lee wants, and find that everything he has asked for is completely reasonable… You learn how to file his paperwork, he's made sure his schedule is synced up with yours, so you're aware of all of his meetings, and he's made sure you have everything you need. Everything has gone… swimmingly. Especially considering all of the warnings you’ve had about him.

Just after lunch, a nervous duo stops in front of your desk. You look up to find a pale redhead and her blonde counterpart anxiously watching you. Putting your pen down, you ask, "Can I help you?"

"We have a meeting with Mr. Lee…" The woman quietly responds. "Janette Davis and Mark Greene."

With a nod, you pull up Mr. Lee's schedule and see that he does in fact have a meeting with them. You look back up at the pair, noticing how close they're standing and how they carefully pretend not to look at each other.

Figuring you won't make them wait any longer, you stand up and motion for them to follow you. Knocking on Mr. Lee's door twice, you push open the door when he answers you.

"Mr. Lee, Ms. Davis and Mr. Greene are here."

He nods, and you back away, allowing the couple to pass you. Just before you move to shut his door and go back to your seat, Mr. Lee's voice stops you.

"Would you mind staying in here as a witness?"

Your stomach drops to your feet, but you quietly nod and shut the door. The energy of the room is tense. Mark and Janette look afraid, and you couldn't feel more awkward if you wanted to. Mr. Lee notes all of this and motions for the couple to sit in the chairs at his desk, while his gaze finds yours and he subtly nods to the couch below the windows. Quickly complying with his silent order, you take a seat and listen. 

Mr. Lee's eyes carefully look between the two employees. From your vantage point, you can see Mark nervously fidgeting. Janette is sitting ramrod straight in her chair.

"I was made aware that the two of you were caught in… less than ideal circumstances during company time." He falls silent and raises a brow until they both confirm it. "I'm sure you're both well aware that I don't approve of employees screwing around when they're supposed to be working. Do whatever you want outside of this building, but when you're here, your time belongs to the company."

The couple mumbles, "yes, Mr. Lee," and he slightly nods before continuing. 

"The next time I'm made aware of another incident, you'll both be transferred to other branches. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes," they simultaneously reply.

Mr. Lee's eyes find yours, and you notice his pointed stare. You sit up a little straighter when you realize this message is for you as well. He notices your reaction and then focuses back on the couple in front of him, leaving you wondering if you truly saw the quick uptick of the corner of his lips like you thought you did.

"Now that we're all on the same page, that'll be it. You can go back to work now."

The couple jumps out of their chairs and scurries from the room like it's on fire. Mr. Lee watches them flee for a moment and then focuses his attention on you.

"Everyone here gets one warning, and that includes you. Show up on time and do what you're told, and you'll be golden. Mess around and waste my time, and you'll be gone before you can even comprehend what's happening. Got it?"

You don't know why you do it. You have absolutely zero clue why the words fall from your lips. Maybe it's because his words trigger your defensive streak, but you hear yourself replying, "yes, sir," in response. This time, you're positive you see the corner of his mouth lift.

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Gentle With Me

Lee Sangyeon x Reader

Summary: "He tells me he's gentle when he wants to be, so I think he wants to be gentle with me."

Word Count: >500

Warnings: gender neutral!reader, college au, mentions of smutty times, fluff, slice of life, typos, etc.

A/N: this fic is inspired by this song called touch thank by quinne so listen to it while you read or not ig Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @sloanexx have since cross posted on ao3

He was the type of guy that you followed around campus. He was the type of guy you left flowers on his desk for. He was the type of guy you made signs for during sport matches.

Because he was the type of guy that waited for you outside your dorm every morning. He was the type of guy that bought stickers from a street vendor cause it reminded him of you. He was the type of guy that knew your milk tea order by heart.

Sangyeon was that type of guy that was everyone's type. And holy lottery, I was his.

He had promised Jacob and Juyeon a basketball match for a while now, which was why I was in the bleachers with Kevin's superstitious girlfriend, rambling about how she was scared Kevin still had remnants of bad energy on his back cause they recently got stuck in the haunted music room.

It was a lot, and a really long story.

Our said boyfriends were now jogging towards us, out of breath and sweaty.

Sangyeon comes to my side and grabs his water bottle. He places his hands on his hips as he catches his breath. I fish around my pockets and bag for a hankie but only find a bunch of crumpled tissues for Storbux. I grab them and wipe his damp forehead. He finds himself smiling because of it.

"Such a good girl," he mutters softly with a lopsided smirk.

I ignore him for the most part, besides the fact I slap him on the chest.

He lets out a soft laugh and we turn to Kevin and his girlfriend as he assures her that the fact he tripped a while ago was not because the ghost of Pachelbel was out to get him.

Sangyeon chuckles, "you been sharing adventure stories about your boyfriends?" he turns to me with a playful look, "d'you talk about our picnic?"

My lips part, does he honestly think I would talk about how he went down on me at he park?

"No," I raise a brow, "we were just talking about Kevin."

Sangyeon purses his lips into a small frown, "nothing about me, baby?"

"Nah, you're pretty boring."

The three of us laugh at that, but Sangyeon gives a small smile.

Just as Kevin runs off after the boys heckle at him for kissing his girlfriend too much, Sangyeon leans in and whispers, "we'll see if you think bending you over in the bleachers is still boring."

My eyes widen as he pulls way with a smirk and runs out to the court.

I remain there, frozen, and Sangyeon's ego soars as he steals the ball from Changmin, calling out, "this one's for you!"

He dribbles the basketball then dunks it successfully. He chuckles while jogging around and points at me while the rest of the guys give mixed reactions of annoyance and excitement, depending on which team you were one.

[hcuyk]

OUR INFERNO | CHAPTER ONE

SYNOPSIS ✧ despite being your greatest archnemesis/rival/enemy/frenemy/whateverthefuck he was, hyunjae had always been by your side. that changed when your boyfriend was brought up, creating a newfound rift in your whateverthefuck relationship with hyunjae

PAIRING ✧ rival!hyunjae x fem!reader

GENRE ✧ high school au, enemies to fwb, angst, smut, fluff(?), humor(?) (these mfs bicker a lot), pining

WARNINGS ✧ 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT — cheating, profanity, mentions of physical fight/bruises, underaged drinking, obsessive/possessive hyunjae : NSFW TAGS :  outdoor/semipublic sex, dubcon recording, spit/drool/tears, oral and fingering (fem receiving), penetration, scratching/ripping, humping, minimal praise, degradation, sub!hyunjae for 0.002 seconds, petnames (princess, good girl, babe/baby, slut)

WORD COUNT ✧ 19k

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PART ONE: CHASING THE SPARK (THE FIRE TETRAHEDRON) — fuel, oxygen, and heat | CHAPTER ONE

“Genuine question.”

“Shoot.”

“Who the fuck does Hyunjae actually think he is?”

Unphased by your up-and-coming rage rant, Kevin resumed snacking on the protein bar he had brought with him. He tossed his free arm over the camera equipment and backpacks sitting next to him on the bench, watching you stride back and forth within one of the many hallways in the recreational center. 

“Well, he is your boss.”

“No, he’s the student executive producer,” you corrected, your legs unwavering as you kept a consistent pace to release your frustrations. Kevin shrugged and tossed one leg over the other, staying relaxed despite the hot fumes emanating from your upright and angered figure. You paused momentarily to look him in the eye. 

“Emphasis on the student,” you clarified.

“Emphasis on the executive, Y/N.”

Baffled at how he was defending your greatest archnemesis (well, more like your greatest frenemy), you ignored his rebuttal and started pacing again. Your steps slowed as you envisioned the sensations you experienced just minutes before, back when you, Kevin, and Hyunjae were at the indoor pool to report for your school’s broadcasting channel. Technically, you were the one reporting and filming while Hyunjae was the subject of interest, and Kevin was there for physical support. 

Chills latched onto your skin as you remembered what it felt like to have Hyunjae’s bare torso looming over you, his eyes peering over your shoulder to glance at your footage. While staring at the camera, his gentle, irregular breaths would continuously hit your skin. Water from the pool would trickle down his hair and into your shirt, reaching your backside. When it happened, you could barely comprehend Hyunjae’s ‘advice’ and instead focused on feeling every cold droplet travel through the crevasses created by your spine. You winced at the thought of that happening again, yet somehow you could still hear his irritating voice near your ear, telling you all the reasons why your B-roll of his lap swimming was ‘trash’ and ‘unusable.’

For a moment, you stood there in the hallway frozen, unsure of how to move, before realizing you were just reliving a moment from earlier and that Hyunjae was still in the locker room changing.

“I’m going to make a complaint,” you declared, turning back towards Kevin for his encouragement. Alternatively, you were met with the sight of your best friend completely failing to conceal his judgment and disapproval towards your suggestion.

“Against Hyunjae? You gotta be kidding, right?”

“Yes,” you answered confidently. “Wait, I mean no, I’m not kidding, but yes, against Hyunjae.”

Kevin eyed you skeptically, trying to decipher why you felt threatened enough to report someone like Hyunjae. You may not have spent all your previous years in high school with an affinity for Hyunjae, but it wasn’t like you hated him either—not in the way you truly loathed others. If that were the case, you wouldn’t spend nearly every day with him, bickering until the sun chose to set.

“Sure, maybe my B-roll was trash, I can attest to that, but that does not give his bitchass the right to not only shit on how ‘awful’ I was doing, but also yank the camera out of my hands and delete all the footage I got because they weren’t ‘perfect enough.’ What kind of psycho is that?” You glanced over at Kevin, trying once again to get him to back you up, but the most he gave was a slight nod. Everything you were spurting was half-mindedly being decoded because he had ended up placing more significance on inhaling protein. Regardless, you continued.

“And you would think, hey! As the student executive producer of a high school broadcasting team, he would understand that no! I indeed do not record half-naked people swimming in a pool, whether it be for a career or a hobby. He should also at least have the decency to not swim seven hundred miles per minute while I’m recording. Of course I’m not going to catch up, especially when he barely told me how he wanted things to be recorded? Isn’t he fucking insane for that? Not to mention all the goddamn splashing because of how fucking long his limbs are—”

“You’re explaining this like I didn’t witness the whole exchange,” Kevin grumbled.

“And you would think he knows, right? That Mr. Executive-slash-Captain-of-the-Swim-Team should either be more considerate when, A, he’s kicking water in my direction when he’s swimming or, B, station me away from the edge of the pool? Just a thought, but fuck me, I guess.”

“Well yeah, but the—”

“Also! Not to mention the camera has the fucking ability to zoom in, so why was there even a need for me to stand by the pool anyway?” You scoffed at the absurdity, almost tempted to cackle like a villain because of it. “The least he could do was tell me how to record it or find a way to adjust and compromise without occasionally soaking me with water on purpose, which I know damn well he was—”

“That’s just how-”

“We have a tripod, for god’s sake!” you exclaimed. By now, Kevin had given up on providing you with his input. He opted to rest against the wall, finishing up whatever he had left of the protein bar, and occasionally would roll his eyes.

“But even then, who the fuck wants to see him swim anyway? We’ll probably only need like…what? A minute of the footage for the B-roll? So why the hell is he treating it like it’s about to be nominated by the goddamn Oscars for Best Picture? He just loves to nitpick and control me like a fucking puppet—”

“Keep talking and you’ll potentially strain your throat,” a new voice interrupted.

You jerked around to find Hyunjae, the culprit of your rant, exiting the locker room with a small duffle bag that contained both his swim gear and his school clothes from earlier in the day. His brown hair was only halfway dry, some strands still stuck to his forehead as he approached where you were pacing.

You halted in your path and stared him down. Hyunjae immediately caught onto the mood you were in, and instead of being shocked or hurt, he grinned.

“You.” 

Your attempt at threatening him with one word made Hyunjae laugh.

“Hey, I’m just looking out for you.”

“Oh here we go again,” Kevin mumbled, tossing the wrapper of the protein bar to the side. He pulled out his phone and went on TikTok, deciding it was more worthy of his attention than listening to you two banter—something he had been experiencing for well over five years.

As a mutual friend of yours and Hyunjae’s since middle school, Kevin understood the frenemy dynamic better than either of you. Eventually, over the long years he had known you both, he learned to leave you two be. 

“What about me, though? Are you going to try and tattletale on me?” Hyunjae feigned sympathy as he gave you an exaggerated pout, tilting his head like a puppy’s. “C’mon. I’m just doing my job.”

“Sorry, but I don’t remember ‘being a dick’ being listed under the requirements for your oh-so-important position of power.” You huffed at him and crossed your arms, choosing to face elsewhere as you rooted the soles of your feet to the ground.

Hyunjae furrowed his brows, his eyes never leaving you, as he addressed the third party within the shared space.

“Kevin, was I being a dick, or is Y/N exaggerating?”

Kevin glanced up at his phone and scrunched his nose at Hyunjae in annoyance.

“Don’t even try to bring me into whatever…this mess is.”

“No, tell him,” you demanded, now looking at him. Your glare was enough to burn Kevin into ashes, but it was nothing compared to Hyunjae’s gaze piercing into your back. Knowing that he never looked away made you shiver, hating how fixated he seemed to be—and seemingly without reason too.

“Listen, I wasn’t being a dick. I was treating you the same way I treat everyone else. I’d honestly argue that you’re just narcissistic and think everything is about you when—”

“Oh wow, thank you for admitting that you’re a dick to everyone else!” You tossed your hands up for dramatic appeal as you spun back around to look at him. He scoffed, but his demeanor was quickly shadowed by a smirk that appeared on his lips, testing you with the arch of his brow.

“Oh really? Do you see anyone else complaining?”

“I’m complaining,” Kevin muttered.

“People don’t complain because they’re scared of you, Sherlock,” you retorted. At this point, Hyunjae had already caught onto your bullshit of making evidence up, and it was why this exchange ended up lasting for as long as it did. Nevertheless, his ego continued to build the more you spoke.

“You’re not scared of me?”

And you keep falling for the bait.

“Why should I? You’re nothing.” You approached him and pressed a finger into his chest, taunting him as you stared straight into his eyes.

Suddenly a competition seemed to have materialized because now you both were locking eyes, too stubborn to look away. 

“One day you’ll wake up and realize your position doesn’t mean shit. You take it too seriously and make everyone’s job your job when this should be a learning experience for the rest of us.”

“And who exactly is ‘us,’ babe?”

You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Don’t call me that–”

“And it’s also starting to sound like jealousy to me.” Hyunjae’s eyes finally shifted, but instead of looking away from you like you initially wanted him to, you trailed his line of sight down to your lips. He eyed them shamelessly—technically making you win the unspoken eye contact competition, but at what cost? “I won’t believe you until I receive firm evidence and testimonies from the other students in the club, then maybe I’ll consider your concerns. Deal?”

What you despised most was how well Hyunjae knew and provoked you to get under your skin. He was a raging flame, making your blood boil from both irritation and excitement. You couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was, but after nearly six years of banter with Hyunjae, you knew damn well you enjoyed every second of it. It was like a nonstop competition, and you were always on the edge of winning.

Maybe it was also because you were so used to him constantly being above you. He was the president of the student council, the swim team’s captain, and specifically the one who snatched the executive position away from you in the broadcasting team, yet somehow you were still able to compete at his level of arrogance and egotism. 

Even though you may never be able to top him in the foreseeable future, you at least knew how to match his fury—his fire, with your own.

“You’re pathetic.” You took a few steps back to gain some distance while his eyes flickered back up to yours. He bit his lip playfully, his smile only growing even wider.

“Woah, Y/N. Exposing my degradation kink so soon?”

“I-...you- w-what?!” you sputtered, your jaw falling slack as Kevin’s head snapped up, staring at the two of you in disgust.

“Get a room—!”

“I’m going to make sure you get degraded from your position, you freak!”

“Not exactly how that word works, princess, but I’m glad you’re at least passionate.” His cooing made you want to slap the living shit out of him, your eyes protruding from their sockets are you glared. 

“Are you fucking bricked up or something right now—?”

“Hey guys,” a woman’s voice called out. Your heads turned to look at the end of the hallway, catching one of the recreational center’s workers waving in your general direction. She pressed her lips together and smiled, attempting to be as professional and understanding as possible. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but is it okay if you guys turn it down a notch?”

You and Hyunjae both nodded and whispered apologies, feeling like kids who just got scolded for shoving paintbrushes down the drain. Fortunately, the worker’s smile radiated genuine warmth and consideration, providing you some sort of reassurance that you guys weren’t too much of a disturbance (even though you guys totally were).

“You two are the most childish fuckers I know,” Kevin deadpanned, finally shoving his phone away as he switched between looking at you and the man by your side. His eyebrows bunched up.

“And apparently horny too.”

“I would move across the country if it meant I never had to see him again,” you grumbled, striding back to the pile of equipment to pick up your backpack and the bag with all your reporting necessities (boring script, stationary, and a couple of notebooks shared with all the broadcasting students to collect notes and inspiration in). 

“Hello? I’m still here.”

“Look at that. He already misses me.”

“I’m going to hurl,” Kevin unnecessarily announced, and Hyunjae’s face soured.

“Ew.”

“Exactly. That’s how you two make me feel whenever you guys are together.” Kevin got up on his feet and grabbed the wrapper to shove into one of his pockets (no littering, kids) before outstretching his limbs dramatically. 

“I swear I developed back pain from always listening to you guys bicker.”

“Or, hot take,” Hyunjae interjected, “maybe it’s because you’re always sitting with your back arching forward like it belongs in the Arches National Park–”

“Yeah yeah, shut the fuck up.” Kevin waved him off with his hand and rolled his eyes. “I came here to help carry stuff, not listen to your bullshit.”

He picked up the bag that contained the camera and passed it to Hyunjae. He offered to hold one more thing, but with only his backpack and the tripod left, Kevin didn’t see much need for his friend’s assistance. 

Kevin then faced you, his face stern and rid of emotion.

“You too, Y/N,” he stated seriously. “None of this ‘he said this,’ ‘he said that,’ ‘please fuck me’ bullshit from you either.”

You gaped at him, arms wrapped tightly around the crew’s bag.

“Now why the hell do you think—”

“Zip it.”

Without giving you much of an opportunity to continue, Kevin sped off in front of you, ready to leave the building. You couldn’t even look at Hyunjae as heat rushed to your cheeks, struggling to trail after Kevin’s speedy steps.

Despite carrying heavier items, Hyunjae caught up to you with ease. You wanted nothing more than for Hyunjae’s feet to either slow down or speed up tremendously, but of course he purposely chose to walk by your side, attached to you by the hip.

“He sees it,” Hyunjae sing-songed. “Everyone sees it.”

“Sees what?” you snorted, oblivious to what he was indicating.

“That you want me,” he replied nonchalantly.

The moment you two stepped outside the doors of the center, you stopped to face him, trying to confirm what exactly he was implying.

“You can’t be serious.”

Hyunjae, who also stopped with your steps, shrugged.

“You’re the one in denial.”

Realizing that he was serious, you felt every muscle in your body tense up.

“Hyunjae,” you stated firmly. “I have a boyfriend, remember?”

Instead of receiving something witty from Hyunjae like normal, his relaxed facial features suddenly scrambled into one that expressed remote shock. His lips were slightly parted, eyes searching yours for any hint that indicated you were lying or messing around with him, but you were serious.

The aggressive playfulness from earlier had evaporated faster than boiling water, and you watched as he became stilled. Your heart started pounding, anxiety creeping up within you due to not being able to read Hyunjae like you normally do.

“Since when?” he asked. His voice was quiet, his tone firmer, and by now, Kevin was already by his car, too far from the two of you to understand what was going on. Hell, even you could barely understand what was happening.

“Earth to Hyunjae?” you joked, nervously laughing in an attempt to eliminate the newfound tension looming in the atmosphere. “It’s always been Jiwoong, remember?”

For a moment, Hyunjae could feel his mouth drying up. All his thoughts were held captive in his throat, and his lips remained parted as if they weren’t meant to collide at all. He stared at you like you had just teleported in front of him.

“Y/N,” he stated calmly, “he cheated on you.”

Your initial response was to get defensive, claiming that you already knew that because hell, it was your relationship, but then your brain acknowledged the true elephant in the conversation.

“How-...how the hell do you know about that?”

“I- You know word just-…That doesn’t matter. What matters is why in the world—”

“It was a mistake, okay?”

“A mistake?” As Hyunjae’s brows raised, so did his tone. “You know, people—decent people, don’t make mistakes like that.” 

Seeing how Hyunjae was gritting his teeth, how his eyes were locked on yours, built up a foreign frustration within you. Something about the way Hyunjae was behaving felt like he was trying to control you. 

All the rage from before had now returned, yet this time, there was no more leniency from you—not when Hyunjae was being more condescending than he had ever been.

“You know nothing, Hyunjae, so frankly, I really don’t care about what you think about my relationship with my boy-”

“You’re still with him??”

“Look,” you snapped. “Just because you have the luxury of crushing my hopes and dreams on a daily basis, it does not give you the right to dictate what’s wrong or right about my love life and my decisions. Understood?”

And just like how you always are, Hyunjae refused to shut up.

“How is it dictating when it’s common sense to dump a shitty person?” He dropped the bags onto the ground, and not once did he look away from you. “He’s never treated you well either, and you know that—”

“It’s not your decision to make,” you repeated. You could feel the three key elements of creating a fire stir up within you. You had the fuel, the oxygen, and the heat, and Hyunjae was the chemical chain reaction that would set it off. “How dense can you fucking be to not back down?”

“He cheated on you,” he reasserted, and there was a rage in his eyes that you had never once encountered. “He’s done so many shitty things, and he hasn’t changed–”

“Again, none of your fucking business–”

“And I’m pretty sure I saw—”

“I am not going to repeat myself-”

“Can’t you just listen to what I-”

“Drop it.” You were seconds away from yelling at him, ready to unleash all your anger because never once has someone threatened your love life—Jiwoong, the man you considered your soulmate. Your flame had officially engulfed his, and all Hyunjae could do was stare at you in disbelief and disappointment.

Turning to look away, you gazed up into the sky and scoffed, not understanding why tears had begun to pool up in your eyes. At the end of the day, Hyunjae meant nothing to you—you didn’t even consider him a friend.

After moments of experiencing what it was like to be suffocated by a tension so unbearable, you eventually found a way to ground yourself. 

“I can’t blame him, you know,” you whispered, using the back of your hand to wipe away your tears. “We were angry. He just–...he needed an outlet, and at that time, that outlet happened to not be me, okay?”

Hyunjae stared at you, his mouth desperate to say something, anything, to make you see what he sees—a relationship that isn’t meant to be. That you didn’t deserve to be treated this way. Maybe you were no more than an acquaintance to him, but he knew you have always deserved better. 

“He isn’t someone worth fighting for.”

“And that’s none of your business,” you scowled.

“It isn’t right—”

“Stay in your fucking lane, Jae.”

Hyunjae clamped his mouth shut, and the sight of you completely breaking down tore him apart. Possibly it was all the years you spent together growing up, constantly arguing, yet he knew he was always one to look out for you.

You sucked in a cheek, gnawing at it as your chest urged for you to forgive him, to apologize for lashing out without much notice, but in the end, you prioritized your pride over him.

Not only was Hyunjae’s persistence a stab to your heart, but you suspected that Kevin was the one who told him. By spilling your secrets, it was as if Kevin saw the knife that impaled you and yanked it out of your chest, causing you to bleed to your death.

“I’m done with this conversation,” you muttered, dropping the bag in your arms to the ground by his feet. Your plans had changed to you walking home alone, wanting nothing to do with the other two boys for the next hour or so.

When you turned around to walk away, you knew Hyunjae was going to try and say something. You knew him best whenever he was at his worst, so you spun around to face him for the last time that day to cut him off.

“Never fucking cross that line with me again, got it?”

And with that, you left. 

//

Kevin apologized to you the morning after.

He normally drove you to school, and you debated getting into his car when he showed up. Thankfully you chose to do otherwise because the second you stepped inside, Kevin was apologizing profusely. He talked about how anxious he was all night when Hyunjae told him what happened, and he wouldn’t have known what to do if you didn’t forgive him. Obviously you did, and the rest of the car ride was spent with him explaining his side of the story.

According to Kevin, he only told Hyunjae about how you got cheated on because it seemed like Hyunjae already knew. As Kevin recalled the whole scene, you two assessed the signs, such as how Hyunjae didn’t provide any sort of reaction when Kevin dropped the news. In fact, it had seemed like Hyunjae had brought it up to Kevin instead.

Regardless, it became the last of your worries because all that mattered was that you were back to being on good terms with your best friend.

But avoiding Hyunjae felt like lighting a match in the rain. 

It was your agonizing reality for the next two months, and although you could argue that you had gotten closer to your boyfriend during the supposed ‘Hyunjae Drought,’ you were still plagued with him being everywhere around you.

He was in all your classes, and you never truly processed the extent of how involved Hyunjae had always been throughout high school with you. You weren’t on the swim team, but you were stuck with him during meetings for both the broadcasting team and student council. 

Yet it all felt so different.

Unless he was called on, Hyunjae would talk much less unprovoked and would never look at you during meetings. When he would address the entire team, he would glance at you for a split second before looking elsewhere, no longer watching you like a hawk.

You had also gotten quieter because without Hyunjae to banter with, you recognized that you barely had friends in any of those classes either. 

There was no longer a fight between your flames, and you two kept as much distance as possible. You were thankful that there hadn’t been an instance that interrupted that, such as being forced to record more B-roll with him, and you could only hope that the rest of your senior year would remain the same. 

Then you would never have to see him in college.

Now you were back to being the mediocre student that faded into the background. People knew your name at best, but none have ever tried to become your friend aside from Kevin. No matter how involved you tried to get, the closest you were to anyone was a classmate. 

Hyunjae had always overshadowed you too, and for the first time in years, you were detached from his fumes—yet somehow, some way, the smoke from his fire would remain in your lungs, continuing to suffocate you even more than it had before. It didn’t give you that breath of fresh air of new friends or a better life; instead, it helped you realize that you didn’t matter. It was a miracle that you even scored Jiwoong as your boyfriend.

But then that begged the question: why did Hyunjae bother spending his time ridiculing you?

From the very beginning, you had always meant something to him, and you couldn’t pinpoint how or why. When there was no competition in academics, he treated it as if there was. Every time you ranted, he would listen, whether it be about him or something else. Even when you talked about how your chicken from the cafeteria was burnt, he would give you his own before calling you stupid for not noticing until you sat down.

He never shrugged you off like you were nothing or shut you down because your emotions were invalid. He entertained you each time with ease, and most importantly, he knew when to respect your boundaries. Hyunjae was probably the most mindful person you knew and could often tell when you were distressed or needed another form of reaction from him.

He knew when to stop.

Yet when it came to the one instance involving Jiwoong, he crossed the line multiple times. Why?

“Hyunjae isn’t here today.”

“Huh?”

“Didn’t show up for a single class.”

Kevin watched you play with your food with a fork, rolling the cold, barely spherical peas around and into the stale rice.

“That’s not like him,” he replied.

“Yeah.”

“I wonder why.”

“I wonder too.” 

After the driest possible conversation in existence, you sighed and dropped your fork into your tray.

“I need to stop forgetting to pack myself lunch. This shit makes me lose my appetite, I swear. We should call the police and tell them the food they’re serving is illegal and a disgrace to this country.” 

“Keep it away before I lose my appetite too.” 

You didn’t react nor respond to what Kevin said, letting the conversation rot as you pouted at your food. The cafeteria was unusually louder today, making it easier to space out into thought.

Kevin took out his sandwich with a wide grin and started eating, grateful he never had to deal with what the school was feeding thanks to his mom, but eventually his eyes shifted over to you. You were unmoving with your gaze locked onto an empty spot on the table, so after moments of debating between asking you what’s wrong and ignoring you to devour his lunch, he opted to set his sandwich aside and stared straight at you.

“Why are you thinking about him?”

That was enough to garner your attention, your head snapping up to stare at your best friend like he was the craziest person you knew for mentioning Hyunjae, much less suggesting that your mind was wrapped around him.

“What?”

“Hyunjae. With his perfect attendance, a day without him should be a blessing, yet you brought up how he didn’t show up today and then moped harder than anyone I’ve ever seen mope. You should be over the moon, dancing on the tables and stealing people’s food, not-...” Kevin waved a finger at you, “whatever this is. You seem out of it.”

“Well it’s not because of Hyunjae, I’ll tell you that,” you snorted. Your eyes fell back down to your tray, and the more you looked at it, the more nauseous you got. You scrunched your nose. “If anything, it’s probably because of this shit food.”

Kevin rolled his eyes before tearing his sandwich into halves. You perked at the sight and ogled the half Kevin taunted you with. You were about to thank him and take it into your possession before Kevin jerked back his arm, making you whine.

“Throw away your food, then I’ll give you it.”

“Fine,” you grumbled. As Kevin returned to his delicious, most scrumptious, packed lunch you had ever seen, you picked up your tray and walked it to the nearest trash can. As you dropped the whole thing inside, you heard your name being called.

“Y/N!”

You whipped around to check to see who it was and smiled at the sight of Eunseo waving at you. You wouldn’t consider her a good friend, but you knew her well enough since she was the vice president of the student council.

She ran over to you with a stack of paper in her arms, relieved to have caught you. 

“Y/N, hi! I’m so glad I found you. I was scared I wouldn’t because of how packed it is.”

She flashed you her usual glowing smile, and you noticed that she was a bit more giddy than usual, making you question why she was choosing to talk to you in the first place. All your conversations normally took place before, during, and after student council meetings, so this was slightly out of character.

“What’s up?” you asked. As you looked at her, you noticed how her outfit was slightly more put together than it normally was. She had on a cute top that suited her chest perfectly and a skirt that you had never seen her wear. 

“Your outfit’s really cute today.”

“Really?!” Her bright demeanor then faded into concern. “Wait, is it too noticeable or out of the blue? Is it bad?”

“No, no. Not at all!” you reassured. “It’s just the right amount of perfect.”

“Great! God, that means the world coming from you. It’s because!...” She stopped to glance around, making sure that no one was eavesdropping, before taking a step closer to whisper. “It’s because I was finally asked out on a date by my crush!”

She could barely contain her excitement, holding back a squeal with her bottom lip latched between her teeth. Her sunshine-like energy made you grin.

“That’s great! I’m glad you’re making progress.” Your eyebrows pinched as you tried to recall the last time Eunseo had updated you about her crush. “You’ve been pining after him for so long—whoever ‘him’ is, anyway.”

The question of who Eunseo liked had always gone unanswered. She never told anyone, not even the ones who knew her best, but she loved gushing about her mystery crush to everyone she knew. All people really knew, you included, was how down bad she was.

A part of you wondered if it was someone you knew—someone pretty like Juyeon or well-known like…Hyunjae.

“Oh, I wish I could tell you, and maybe I will if things go really well and we become official!” She squealed and hopped in her spot, unable to resist giving you a half-hug with her free arm. “This is so exciting, Y/N!”

“I’m really happy for you.” Your smile was genuine until you thought about why she was looking for you, starting to doubt that she called you over just so she could tell you about her date. 

“I’ll let you know how it goes, swear. But! That aside, I also have something for you.”

You knew it.

Your brows raised, and when you didn’t catch on, she gestured to the papers in her arms with guilt.

“I know this is kind of a dick move, and I’m really really sorry, but I promised to put up fliers for prom today. My date is right after my last class.” Her frown had deepened, and for a split second, you found yourself sympathizing with her because who wanted to let down such a cheerful personality, especially when this was life-changing for her?

“So you want me to do it?”

“Exactly! Please, that would be great. It shouldn’t take too long, too.”

You thought about how you would have to give up an evening of playing on your switch or extra time to study for an upcoming exam, but you knew it was your duty as secretary to help out whenever needed.

Not to mention that it would also make you a decent friend not to hold Eunseo back from her soon-to-be love life despite her poor date planning. If you were in her shoes, you would have wanted her to do the same for you too.

“Sure,” you accepted. “Why not?”

“You’re the best, seriously!” She handed you the fliers as she began to fill you in on the extra details.

“I already told Mr. Barajas that I wasn’t feeling well and that you were going to do it, so he said it all worked out and to not worry about it,” she rambled, happy to give the extra weight (both literally and metaphorically) to you. “I just printed these out, so everything should be perfect to go. Oh, and don’t worry about any extras! Just set them on Barajas’s desk when you’re finished. Hyunjae will also be in 142 with tape ready for you.”

The mention of the forbidden name nearly made every cell in your body halt. 

“What?”

Eunseo tilted her head at you, confused, before finally realizing.

“Oh crap, I forgot! I’m so sorry, I really did forget you guys weren’t on good terms. I hope it’s okay that he’s helping you out. I mean, he’s supposed to, but it was meant for him and me to do it together, not you two, so…God, I’m really sorry Y/N.”

Before you could even react to the newfound information, she continued.

“I really have to go now. Thank you again! I promise I’ll make it up to you!” And with her rosy pink cheeks and a stunning shade of red on her lips, she basically skipped away and waved goodbye to you with a smile, so you reciprocated it with an awkward one of your own. 

When she turned her back, your smile immediately dropped and you sighed heavily.

“Have fun on your date,” you mumbled, your eyes falling to fliers in your arms. As you skimmed the one on top, you noticed it was to promote going to prom while also including a big QR code to vote for who should be your school’s prom king and queen. You expected it since it was the last meeting’s topic of discussion, but what you weren’t aware of was who were listed as nominees.

There were eight names listed under ‘Prom Court,’ and while you expected Hyunjae’s, Eunseo’s, and your boyfriend’s names on it, your jaw nearly hit the ground at the sight of your own. 

//

With every passing class period, your anxiety would kick up a notch.

The dread of talking to the face you had been avoiding for two months engulfed you, and it caused you to develop the urge to ditch your current class to go hunt for Jacob, the student council’s historian. You wanted nothing more than to dump the stack of fliers into his arms, and knowing Jacob, he wouldn’t ask any questions. Hell, you were certain that if you asked him nicely, he would do it for you because of how naturally sweet and endearing he was.

But the guilt of ditching your secretary duties kept picking at your skin, and besides, all you had to do was treat Hyunjae like a colleague. That should be easy, right?

As you suffered through the last few minutes of class and your teacher’s incessant ramblings about the upcoming exam, your thoughts drifted over to what would happen the moment you stepped into room 142.

Hyunjae hadn’t shown up to a single class all day, yet he was expected to set up fliers after school. As your thoughts snowballed, you arrived at the baseless conclusion that maybe Eunseo wasn’t aware that Hyunjae was absent today, therefore someone else (like Jacob) would take over. 

Suddenly, your back had straightened with feigned interest in your teacher’s last few words. Something about Jacob being there instead of Hyunjae had excited you; it felt like you were free and that the universe was listening to your prayers. The gamble of seeing whether it would be Hyunjae or Jacob (or literally anyone else) had your right leg bouncing, eyes on the clock, and when the bell rang, you shot up from your seat, backpack over your shoulders and fliers in your arms, before dashing out of the classroom.

You sped down the hallway to 142, Mrs. Zhang’s room for Chemistry, bug-eyed, before having your delusions crushed at the sight of Hyunjae’s stupidly large height leaning against one of the counters. Your feet stood glued to the ground by the doorway, your eyes locked onto him. 

Covered from head to toe in sweats, Hyunjae was immersed in whatever was on his phone, scrolling through something as his brown curls peeked out from inside his hood. Without any hint of him acknowledging your presence, your shattered hopes slowly began to rebuild.

Maybe if you were quiet enough, you could sneak out with the tape and do everything on your own, avoiding him at all. Actually, scratch that. You didn’t even need the tape. All you had to do was go to another teacher’s room, steal their tape for half an hour, and then return it with ease.

The plan was effortless, and you mentally smacked your forehead for not thinking of it earlier. Right as you were about to execute it, your backpack slammed against the doorframe as you turned on your heels. 

“Nice try.”

You groaned out of embarrassment (and slight pain) and forced yourself to turn around. Hyunjae’s phone was now face down on the counter, and his arms were crossed over his abdomen. His face remained stoic as his eyes met yours, wielding a tension you didn’t recognize.

Now that you could properly look at him, you noticed a few details that you hadn’t before, such as the small tear on his lower lip and the bandaid on his cheekbone. If you looked long enough, you could catch light patches of purple across his skin, and the sight hindered all your thoughts, your brain too occupied with piecing together how he ended up like this. 

“What happened?” you blurted, your gaze shooting up from his lips to his eyes.

Hyunjae staggered at your suddenty, but he managed to keep himself stilled, his brows pinching. 

“What do you mean?”

Even if Hyunjae didn’t mean to, his question became an invitation for your unfiltered thoughts to spill out of your mouth.

“You didn’t show up for any of our classes today,” you began, “but now you’re here? For some stupid fliers? You’re barely dressed properly like you normally are, your hair isn’t straightened, you look pale, Jae, and what’s up with the bruises or the bandaid on your cheek–”

“Are you seriously psychoanalyzing me?” he asked with a scoff. There was no humor in his tone. Instead, it looked as if he was irritated, perhaps even more than you were. 

Hyunjae barely met your eyes, and his arms closed himself off from you. 

“What–?”

“You’re evaluating me like I’m some sort of lab project, Y/N.”

“No, no I’m not,” you rejected. “I’m just saying things are a little off.” You kept your eyes firm on his, even as he pushed himself off the counter with his phone and made his way over to you. “And you know, you really can’t blame me for being somewhat worried when one, you don’t show up, and two, you look like a whole mess—”

“Just hand over the fliers—” he interrupted, gritting his teeth as he outstretched his arm in your direction. You dodged him by turning your body 180 degrees and stood your ground.

“What happened?” you repeated, this time more firmly.

Hyunjae looked at you, a blank expression on his face, before turning back around to grab the roll of tape left on the teacher’s desk. When he returned, he shoved it into your arms while simultaneously stealing half the stack. You protested with an exclaimed ‘Hey!’ yet he didn’t bat an eye and skimmed over the contents of the flier on top.

Bothered by his lack of response, you frowned and made sure to block the doorway, refusing to let him leave until you received answers.

“Why are you acting like this? Pretending that I’m not even—”

“I’ll do upstairs, you do downstairs,” he muttered.

“Did you get into a fight? Why weren’t you here today? Why are you here now—”

“You’d think you’d know,” he finally answered, pushing past you like you weighed none less than a feather.

Your brain had fully malfunctioned at that point, unable to decipher what he meant as Hyunjae walked off to the nearest staircase. As his footsteps echoed down the hall, you thought about what he was implying yet came to no resolution. Did he assume that you were caught up in your school’s latest gossip? Or that you were the main admin for his biggest fan page on Instagram?

The idea made you snort, and you scowled bitterly at his childish attitude. It wasn’t like you were a complete stranger intruding on his personal life—hell, you felt like you deserved an explanation because of how you were forced to do this with him. 

As you stormed off past the remaining lingering students to the nearest bulletin board, you questioned how you were going to do this on your own. 

You had put up fliers countless times in the past few years yet never alone. Luckily, you had a general idea of where the fliers should go when it came to the school’s hallways, but as you approached your first destination, you struggled with ripping off pieces of tape while holding the stack at the same time. It would’ve been easier with a partner by your side, one who either did the tape ripping or placing of the fliers, but you weren’t desperate enough to fall into the role of a helpless princess in need of her pretty (useless) prince. 

After some trial and error, you found a method that consisted of setting the stack on the ground occasionally so you could rip off pieces of tape. Then you would slap said pieces of tape onto your wrist, having them readily available as you put up a few fliers at a time.

Although slightly time-consuming, it was working well and kept you at a steady pace until you heard crashing footsteps behind you from afar. Without paying any mind to it, you bit back your curiosity in order to focus on the wall in front of you, but then you made the mistake of taking a step back, bumping into the person who was sprinting. 

You lost your balance and fell forward before catching yourself shortly after. However, the fliers had already flown out of your arms, scattering across and down the long hallway.

Ready to curse out the offender for running down the hallway, you were surprised when you saw that it was Eunseo behind you, pouring out apologies while a loopy grin was smacked onto her face.

You steadied your anger and told her it was okay, getting down onto your knees to collect all the fliers. Her ‘sorry’s could only go so far with her smeared lipstick, a dazed gaze, and her hair holding the mold to someone else’s (presumably her crush’s) hands in them, but you still excused her, knowing that she was over the moon right now.

“It’s okay, Eunseo, I promise.” You forced out a chuckle as you crawled to scavenge for the ones that flew a few feet away.

“I really didn’t mean to,” she pouted, but it was shortly followed up with bubbly giggles. “God, Y/N, can you believe this? Oh, it’s going so well! I think I love him, I do.”

“Good for you,” you grumbled, hoping that she didn’t hear it as you continued to move down the hallway, hating how far the fliers had escaped from you. You also hated how she just stood there without intent on helping you at all. 

“I have to really go now. Got volleyball practice soon, but I think I’m seeing him tomorrow too!” She waved you goodbye.

And just like that, she continued running off. 

You stared at how you were only able to collect half the mess, hating how Eunseo had somehow managed to delay you even further from being in the comfort of your bed. You were also salty at how her date was taking place at the school, wishing she could’ve dragged him around while she taped stuff up before getting dick-downed of some sort.

Deciding that she and her business weren’t worth your time, you continued to pick everything up as quickly as you could, wanting nothing more than to go home.

When you finally finished collecting every last flier, you were prepared to get back into the groove of things before feeling your phone vibrate in the side pocket of your backpack. Wondering if it was something important, you took it out and beamed at the idea of it being a new message from Jiwoong.

Dating him felt like falling in love with him all over again whenever he texted. Your heart would pound in your chest when you thought about him and explode whenever he gave you his attention and time. You were addicted to him, especially knowing that he was yours after liking him since middle school.

So to say you were disappointed was far worse than an understatement. It was from a number you hadn’t saved yet always recognized and undoubtedly remembered by heart.

Of course it was Hyunjae.

You had Hyunjae’s phone number due to previous class projects and group chats, but you had never once saved it because you thought he was undeserving of being a contact in your phone. Nonetheless, with how the years have passed and how much his number infiltrates every group chat you were in, it was only fair that your brain had unintentionally memorized all ten digits.

The message he sent consisted of him saying that he was done with the fliers, and you rolled your eyes. Even after the way he treated you earlier, he still chose to let you know and brag about how fast he was. 

You shoved your phone away vigorously, ready to return to your slapping-fliers-on-walls duty, before perking at the sound of footsteps behind you once more.

Automatically assuming it was Eunseo or another student staying after for a club or sport, you were stunned when you heard his voice. 

“You’re not even halfway yet?”

In no fucking universe are you turning around; not for him.

“Go gloat somewhere else,” you snapped. The next flier you taped up was nearly slammed onto the wall, but Hyunjae was left unphased by your sudden outburst. He stood next to you and remained quiet, even when you left to place the next flier a few feet away on the opposite wall.

When he didn’t follow, you sighed out of relief, yet somehow you couldn’t help but peek at him, eyeing his hands that were tucked into the pockets of his sweatpants. He was staring straight at the lopsided flier you had put up, and when you decided you had enough of peering at him, he was back by your side.

 “What are you doing?” you grumbled. He was the one who pushed you away, yet now here he was, glued to your side like how he was two months ago. 

“You’re taking too long.”

“I had a mishap,” you explained, “but that’s none of your concern.” The lines on your forehead bunched up, and you waved him off, bending down to place the stack on the ground. Figuring it wasn’t weird at all, you continued your method of ripping off pieces of tape and slapping it onto your wrist.

And Hyunjae was totally judging.

“You can’t be serious.”

“Just go home.”

Despite being on the ground and sitting on your heels, you could physically feel the heat on the back of your head due to his eyes burning a hole into your skull, and for a split second, you knew exactly what he was thinking.

“I can do it myself,” you explained. 

“What are you even doing?” 

“Can you just go?” You picked up the stack once again as you rose to your feet, doing your best to avoid whatever look was on Hyunjae’s face. He was probably stifling a laugh or keeping his expression smug, but when you did cave and peek, his face was still solemn, his eyes on your wrist with concern.

“You’re struggling.”

“Thank you for your observation, Mr. Obvious,” you retorted.

“Let me do it.”

Taken aback, you whipped your head over to his direction.

“You’re kidding.”

“You don’t even want to be here,” he reasoned through gritted teeth. “Just go, and you can thank me later.”

“Thank you?!” Appalled at his audacity, you couldn’t help but laugh out of disbelief. “Seriously, Hyunjae? You want me to thank you for stealing my job? Again? You can’t be fucking serious.”

“Because you can’t take any criticism ever, or in this case, any form of help, so just let me do it.”

Hyunjae was eerily calm about the whole ordeal, his energy far from matching yours.

“I do take help,” you refuted. “I just don’t take yours, and neither do I need it, too.”

“You’re so goddamn stubborn.” And within a blink of an eye, he had managed to snatch the stack of fliers from you. 

“Hey!” you yelled, feeling as if it was deja vu from earlier (you really needed to step up your defense), and reached out to take them back, but he was quick to turn his body, shielding them from you.

“Give me the tape and go,” he urged, emotionless. The Hyunjae in front of you now was someone you truly didn’t recognize because the Hyunjae you knew would have made fun of you and held the fliers above your head, teasing you for being so weak.

Yet he stood still, creating a barrier between you and the duty that was forced upon you. You didn’t want to be here anyway, yet you were so insistent on making sure Hyunjae wasn’t stealing your work again. You weren’t incapable, and you hated how he always managed to be faster.

Even now, he was miles away from being playful with you, and yet he still had a way to shove it in your face.

“Hyunjae, I swear—”

“Give me the tape, and you can run off to your little boyfriend waiting for you by the entrance.” 

Your lips parted at his words, eyes wide as you worked to comprehend his words. You questioned how he knew about Jiwoong’s whereabouts, how he knew that Jiwoong was waiting and that you didn’t, but knowing that he was serious, you reluctantly gave up and dropped the roll of tape on the ground, forcing him to pick it up. 

You were sick of constantly arguing with him, and even if he was lying about Jiwoong, at least you would be away from Hyunjae. There was no point in fighting for your dignity anymore, not when Hyunjae’s narcissism was insufferable.

By walking away with heavy and quick strides, you hoped he felt humiliated by how poorly he was treating you—how he had always treated you like this.

As much as you wanted it to be true, you hoped Hyunjae was lying just so you had more evidence against his self-absorbed and shitty personality, but alas, you found Jiwoong standing precisely where Hyunjae said he was.

Regardless, all stress and frustrations had lifted from your being, and you called out to your boyfriend with a smile that would make your cheeks ache in minutes. 

“Woong!” You waved your hands with a small bounce in your steps as you rushed over to him.

Your boyfriend’s head shot up, surprised to see you. His utter shock quickly switches to one of sheer happiness, tucking his device away before opening his arms for you.

“Hey, baby!”

You tossed yourself into his embrace, hugging him tight after pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

“What are you doing here?” With your face in his neck, your voice came out muffled, and it made Jiwoong laugh.

“Had to stay after to discuss my grades with a teacher, then I decided to stay back a bit for you.” He cooed and kissed the top of your head, holding you incredibly close. When you pulled back, his hands had moved from behind your backpack to your hips instead, holding them as you stared up at him.

“You were waiting for me?” you asked, eyes wide with stars in them.

“Of course I was, baby.” 

You were radiating, feeling happier than ever. The last time you saw Jiwoong was a week ago, and with your clashing schedules, you two very rarely get the opportunity to make plans. Your hands rested atop his shoulders, and when he pulled you in for a kiss, you smiled.

But then it fell.

Something felt off.

//

If someone were to inquire Hyunjae about who his heart belonged to, your name would be his answer—whether he intended to say it or not. 

Hyunjae had always been considered the school’s favorite. His intelligence may not be up to par with others, but his authority was what made him a prominent member of your high school. Some blame it on his looks, but most were aware enough to know that wasn’t the case.

Hyunjae knew how to think on his feet, and his problem-solving skills outwitted everyone within his grade level. Reaching tranquillity had never been an issue for him, allowing him to be levelheaded while making decisions. He emitted an aura that made classmates truly listen to him and the ideas he shared, and overall, it made him a great contender to lead every group and organization he was in. 

Additionally, Hyunjae’s heart was what won over most people. His lack of vulnerability seemed to be his only flaw, but it was an obstacle he could overlook when it came to empathizing with others. By actively being involved in the community through volunteering and holding fundraisers, everyone could recognize Hyunjae’s devotion to hope for humanity. 

All these traits were what led Hyunjae up onto the pedestal and the public eye, a household name for all families in the district. Titles and awards naturally gravitated towards him throughout the years, resulting in him winning the vote as president of your school’s student council and enough scholarships to provide him a full ride at most universities.

It was safe to say that competition against Lee Hyunjae was sparse, and you were no different. 

Your grades would teeter around his standard, hence how you two collectively ended up in the same classes, but aside from that, you had nothing else that could compare to what he was capable of.

Except for one thing; your fury.

There was an inferno inside you at all times, and instead of your body shielding off your heart with steel, people around you would come to find out that your heart was the reason for that large blaze of fire, possessing a passion unlike any other. 

Hyunjae had never once seen a peer with as much fight as you. It was a trait only you encapsulated, one that you weren’t afraid to express. You stood up for yourself and your beliefs, and it was easy to pick fights with him when he had been troubling you from the very moment you two were assigned to sit next to each other in seventh-grade algebra. 

Hyunjae yearned for you ever since, his only want being your attention. You gave him the drive to succeed in high school and thrive in his senior year, and he was positive that he wouldn’t be doing this well without a reason to show off in front of you. He wanted your praise, your acknowledgment, but he loved the chase the most. 

Unfortunately, that was the exact reason he ended up here.

The chase was what made him fall for every part of you, wanting nothing more than your lips on his and the ability to have you by his side at all times, but it was also what landed you with your current boyfriend.

It was like his life was a video game with God giving him the hardest difficulty setting by making sure you were obsessed with someone undeserving of all that he wanted. There wasn’t even a chance of you two possibly being friends in your eyes. Meanwhile, Hyunjae would argue that you two had more chemistry than any other couple in your class, but that hope was crushed, shredded, and stomped on when he found out you still devoted your love to Jiwoong.

Regardless, it didn’t change who you were as a person. Your heart was still just as large and beautiful, and your drive to succeed hadn’t lessened. The bickering never faltered, and it wasn’t like Hyunjae was opposed whenever you expressed disgust at the thought of him being turned on because of you (and that was because he found the idea of you thinking about him hot—yes, his expectations were that low). 

So it was why after two months of almost zero to no contact, you treating him as if those months didn’t exist created the largest dilemma he had ever faced. He spent the next week thinking about your intentions and why you seemed to care so much, specifically right after when Hyunjae had willed himself to believe that he meant jackshit to you. You effortlessly toyed with his heart, leaving him in everlasting misery, while you seemed to do completely fine.

What was a typical and ideal lifestyle for you was a nightmare and tormenting hellhole for Hyunjae. He didn’t just crave the warmth and comfort from your undying flames.

He wanted to burn.

Insanity engulfed him on the days spent without you, leaving him to wonder why you had to make things extensively worse by pointing out his absence or how he had put less effort into his hair. Why did it seem like the concern you expressed was genuine? Why pretend that you cared for him as much as he cared for you?

He was going insane—so insane that he drove to a college party with three other friends in his sedan on a Wednesday night. 

It was being held by a fraternity he and his friends were far more than familiar with thanks to Jongin, an upperclassman he met in his sophomore year and remained friends with since then. The beginning of the senior year marked the origin of parties and hook-ups in weak sporadic attempts to get over you. 

At this rate, Hyunjae could argue that he was more experienced than half of the current college freshmen class. Getting girls in bed was the easiest part; the hardest part was forgetting about you. From what was a method created to move on from you became one that prepared him for when you wanted sex with him. 

But with your constant longing for Jiwoong, Hyunjae made sure that this party would be different.

Although accustomed to having sex with various women, Hyunjae had never been one to drink. This was a fact about him that raised brows, specifically Jongin’s when he first tried urging Hyunjae with a drink, but tonight he vowed to change that. He was normally their designated driver, but when Hyunjae informed Sangyeon of his plan, the elder was more than delighted to remain sober so Hyunjae could get a taste of alcohol.

“Hey, man! It’s about time!” Jongin exclaimed the instant he found out about Hyunjae’s willingness to drink, pulling a fresh bottle out of the cooler specifically for his friend.

“That’s what I told him!” Sangyeon projected his voice over the music, giving Hyunjae a supportive pat on the back.

Hyunjae rolled his eyes at his friends’ remarks and thanked Jongin for the beer, hanging around by the counter as the three conversed and caught up. The two laughed at the way Hyunjae’s face scrunched up at the taste, Sangyeon shoving him lightly with the claim that Hyunjae was being overdramatic. 

With his earlier mindless decision of tossing on a mesh long-sleeve shirt over his black tank top, Hyunjae had attracted another partygoer by his side momentarily after his first sip. She wrapped her arms around one of his and inserted herself into the conversation with hopes of getting Hyunjae in bed by the end of the night, and crazily enough, he considered it for a moment before feeling his phone vibrate in his back pocket.

Normally it would be something he’d ignore, but it remained persistent, signifying that he was receiving a call. He didn’t know who would be calling at this hour—well, aside from Minghao and his usual complaints about Hyunjae partying as a high schooler on a school night. 

After setting the glass down on the counter to grab his phone, any urgency to intoxicate himself as quickly as possible vanished the very second he saw your name glowing on his screen. With an awkward retraction of his arm and a forced cough, Hyunjae excused himself and answered the call.

“Hello?”

With music pounding inside his ear canals, it was expected that he couldn’t hear anything you were saying. He navigated through various crowds to reach the entrance of the house, his heart replicating the booming vibrations from the loudspeakers as he prayed that you wouldn’t hang up on him.

“Okay, I…I should be free now,” he stammered after stepping outside. The sudden stillness of Mother Nature was a drastic change from the party scene, coercing him to focus on his racing heartbeat and the anxiety accumulating in his tightening chest. He was breathing heavily, both from pushing through people in a rush and also because of you. 

You never failed to render him weak and helpless, leaving him like a puppy longing for their owner’s guidance.

There was a silence, but he could hear your gentle breaths hitting your phone.

“I need a ride.”

Hyunjae blinked, his body tensing up, as the many thoughts in his brain scrambled to make meaning of what you meant. However, it didn’t matter because you hung up shortly after, leaving him alone to revel in your words.

Your bluntness and suddenty made Hyunjae malfunction, his thoughts leading him to question if he had even heard you correctly. Rarely did you ever reach out to him, and what could you need him for? Especially after lashing out at him and ignoring him for two months? Of course, there was that one day a week ago when you two were forced to talk together, the day he was given a one-day suspension, but you two returned to treating each other like strangers like it was natural.

He stared at his phone in hopes of receiving more information, that you’d perhaps call again to reconfirm or say you had the wrong number. He felt like he was dreaming—that the person he had wanted for so long needed him for once, but he couldn’t help but also believe that this may be the beginning of another nightmare. 

But it was you, and Hyunjae was willing to risk it.

After checking his call logs to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating, he rushed back into the fraternity house, thankful he didn’t proceed with drinking any more than he did. 

He found everyone exactly where he had left them (the girl included) and announced his departure. The girl made sure Hyunjae knew how disappointed she was, but that was his last concern as he grabbed the beer bottle and handed it to Sangyeon, giving him a pat on the back.

“Drink up and find an Uber.”

“No fucking way you’re leaving us this soon, man.” Jongin shook his head in disapproval, his forearms resting against the countertop.

“Another time, I promise, yeah?” Hyunjae started walking away, waving to them as his heart continued to thrum in his chest.

“He’s lying,” Sangyeon snorted, taking a swig before bidding Hyunjae a bitter goodbye. “You owe me!"

Hyunjae ran out of the house, his legs making quick and long strides as he ran to his parked car down the block. His newfound adrenaline made him think about what he was sacrificing to be with you. Was leaving the party and betraying his friends worth spending even a second with you? What if you were asking him to drive you and your boyfriend somewhere? Could his heart even deal with being used like that?

But as much as Hyunjae hated it, he knew he was making the right choice. The self-respect he had for himself was buried six feet deep beneath the surface of the earth when it came to you. 

God, he really hoped he wasn’t hallucinating.

For a split second, Hyunjae truly debated what he was doing after getting into his car. He was already driving, but he didn’t know where to go. Luckily, it didn’t take you long to send him a text with your location, and it was a place he was familiar with. 

It was a park that he often frequented as a kid since it resided by his old neighborhood, and he was thankful he knew exactly where to go because he knew he would’ve definitely crashed the car while pulling up your location on his GPS. Hyunjae was doubtful it was the alcohol in his system making his fingers shake and his mind uneasy. He blamed you for his hysteria, one that had developed over years of endless longing. 

Luckily the drive wasn’t long thanks to the roads being mainly void of other vehicles (and maybe he did speed a few times, but he considered it justified). Before pulling into the parking lot, he spotted a lone figure curled up on a nearby bench. A small weight had been lifted off of him, relieved it was just you, and he parked aimlessly while his eyes rested on you.

You seemed unphased by his added presence, your arms unmoving as they stayed wrapped around your legs. The bench you were sitting in was facing away from the parking lot, but with his headlights illuminating the view in front of you, you certainly had to know he was there. 

In an ideal world, Hyunjae would leave his car, join you by your side, and, if he was lucky, he’d pull you into his arms and hold you close against his chest. He wanted to be there for you in whatever way he could, but he ended up being a deer in headlights, too afraid to make the wrong move and lose you again.

He sat there for a minute, watching you, and as soon as he received the confidence to reach for the handle of his door, you were up on your feet. His fingers paused midair as he traced your movements, his arm eventually falling to his side as you approach his car. 

Despite how slow his mind was working, Hyunjae knew to unlock the car right as you opened it (he would’ve died out of embarrassment if he had forgotten), and neither of you greeted the other.

Without any explanation from you, Hyunjae refrained from staring at you like he normally would, but your outfit made it incredibly difficult. It wasn’t much, just an oversized long-sleeved shirt that reached your thighs, but it was far from the usual clothes he’d seen you wear, like jeans and a nice-fitting blouse. For a moment, he believed you had no pants on, but then he knocked some sense into himself, realizing that you were probably wearing shorts that were hidden.

While Hyunjae attempted to keep his composure and respect your boundaries, you were eyeing him shamelessly, once again analyzing every detail about him. Beads of sweat pooled up on the back of his neck, and his hair was straightened yet fuzzy. As your eyes trailed downwards, you noticed how the mesh hugged his biceps, catching every crease that defined his muscles. He was quiet, his index finger resting against his lips. 

Where did he even come from?

And why was he so quick to listen?

You held back your tongue from dumping out your thoughts, knowing your questions would end up unanswered like before. Your body instinctively rested against the divot between the car door and your seat, keeping your distance from Hyunjae. He was meant to be a stranger, perhaps someone you loathed, yet there was an odd comfort that encased you from him just sharing the same air as you.

You cleared your throat, turning your head to look away when he flinched and snapped his gaze towards you.

“Drive.”

Your demand was no louder than a whisper, but Hyunjae picked it up effortlessly and was already backing out.

“Where to?”

“Anywhere.” Hyunjae raised a brow at your answer, and you buried yourself further into his seat, directing your gaze out the door. “Just-...anywhere, Jae.”

The nickname had his throat tightening and his chest leaping, nodding in your direction as he drove on autopilot. With no destination in mind, he strolled through familiar roads, his fingers tapping against the wheel. 

You stayed silent, creating a tension that was unbearably thick, yet none of you felt the need to leave; neither of you wanted to leave the other, even if it meant having to deal with the looming elephant in the room (or in this case, Hyunjae’s car).

After spotting the recreational center from afar and its empty parking lot, he instinctively pulled in. There wasn’t a proper explanation for why he decided it’d make a great destination, especially when it was the place that created a rift in your relationship with him, but it felt right.

It was empty, open, and serene—a perfect place to stay as the moon shined.

Hyunjae stepped out of the car after parking in the middle of it, and when you didn’t follow, he moved to your side and opened the door. He was hesitant but took the risk of offering his hand to you, a warm, nervous smile on his face. He wanted you to know he was there to listen, to be there for you, because, Lord, he would hand you the world if he could.

“I’m not in the mood for walking,” you mumbled, but Hyunjae shook his head.

“We’re not going to walk, I promise.”

Your eyes flickered up to his briefly, skeptical of what he had planned, but ultimately caved. You ignored his hand, and he pulled it back with regret. When you stood there, your eyes on the sky, he closed the door behind you and guided you to the hood of his car.

Without a second thought, he sat on top of it and gestured for you to do the same.

“I sit here all the time. Helps me think.” He leaned back against his windshield, his hands holding the back of his head as he kept his eyes on the sky. When you didn’t move, he started to feel stupid, wondering if you two were better off in the car, but then you joined him. 

You copied his position, staring upwards as your hands rested over your abdomen. 

Hyunjae opted to keep to himself, deciding that he didn’t want to make this worse for the two of you. Instead, he fixated his thoughts on the stars in the sky.

There were only a few, but it was a rare sight due to the constant air pollution in your city, so he considered it a miracle. You, on the other hand, were spacing out in thought, and Hyunjae could tell through his occasional peeks. Without much control, his eyes started tracing down your arms. They then landed on where the hem of your shirt rested, now looking at your bare thighs.

Feeling as if he just reverted back to being the shyest virgin in the country, he gulped and immediately looked elsewhere, trying to get you off his mind despite you being right next to him. His racing heart was all that he could hear, and now he wondered if you could hear it too—if you knew how much you affected him.

And your voice broke the silence.

“How long have you known?”

Okay, maybe his brain did fall out of his skull because Hyunjae had no idea what you were talking about. He turned his head and caught how you stared up at the sky. Your eyes were glossy, holding the reflections of the whole galaxy within them. They sparkled, and for a beat, Hyunjae had forgotten your question, too infatuated with your beauty. 

His silence resulted in you turning your head, gaze meeting his, and that was when he noticed the tears.

“About Jiwoong and Eunseo.”

Your light, your flames, his burning desire; all were gone in a flash.

Your voice was delicate, and Hyunjae knew that with one move, he could break you.

Directing his gaze heavenward, Hyunjae sighed and brought his arms down to rest over his chest. Somehow he was able to feel all the pain you were experiencing, his heart twisting while his stomach churned and sloshed around in his body. He thought about how to respond as he chewed on the inside of his lip, questioning if he should answer at all to avoid hurting you.

But you asked, and as always, Hyunjae delivered.

“I don’t think I ever really knew until last week,” he explained, “but I could always tell.” Suddenly, the fight from a week ago had resurrected, and Hyunjae was forced to relive it all.

The hallways were empty when Hyunjae left the broadcasting room, a backpack strap slung over his shoulder while the other dangled behind him. He was in the middle of scrolling through his emails when he picked up on the sound of Jiwoong’s voice around the corner. 

His footsteps halted, and Hyunjae caught Jiwoong’s fatal words.

“How does tomorrow sound?”

Eunseo’s squeals followed after, and Hyunjae stood motionless.

At first, Hyunjae had no thoughts circulating in his brain, but after hearing their lips collide, he started coming up with solutions, such as interrupting or taking a video to send to you. Unfortunately, before he could act on either of them, he heard footsteps dashing off, practically skipping, as the two bidded one another goodbye. 

Hyunjae couldn’t pinpoint the reasoning behind his upcoming actions, but he knew how to describe how he felt. 

Anger was the first and only emotion to surge up within him, his fingers instinctively balling up into fists. His muscles had tightened while a forest fire ran rampant through his veins, causing his blood to boil. 

Then with quick strides, Hyunjae shoved his phone away and made a sharp turn around the corner, tossing his backpack on the ground after spotting Jiwoong against the lockers. The latter had a dazed look on his face, his lips curled into a smirk as he typed away on his phone, but that was changed once he looked up at the sound of Hyunjae’s backpack crashing against the ground in front of him.

There wasn’t a second in between Jiwoong’s face of surprise and Hyunjae’s arm being raised, and before Jiwoong could react, Hyunjae’s fist had slammed into his jaw. 

It was a blur from there, but Hyunjae knew he had won even after authorities dragged him off Jiwoong’s body. He had received a few jabs in return, but it was nothing compared to the black eye Hyunjae gave him.

The fact that Jiwoong managed to cover it up with makeup the day after was a miracle, and no one in the school knew about the fight since it happened after school. Hyunjae wanted it to stay that way, but a selfish, cruel part of him wished that everyone knew how sick your boyfriend was.

Well, now he was unsure if he was still your boyfriend. 

Hyunjae turned his head back towards you, his cheek meeting the cold metal of his car.

You pursed your lips at his response and nodded slowly. If it were any other day, you wouldn’t have believed him. There was no universe where you’d choose to listen to Hyunjae over Jiwoong, but after a week of investigating and getting your head out of your ass, you found out on your own terms, and all the pieces made sense.

“I didn’t mean to.”

Hyunjae’s voice jerked you out of your thoughts, and as you adjusted to look back at him, you were surprised to still find him staring at you.

“I’m not a violent person, Y/N,” he whispered, an enduring hope lingering in his eyes. He wanted you to believe him, and for once, you did; you truly understood the man you hated most.

“I know, Jae.”

Hyunjae eased at your words, and the two of you fell back into a more comfortable yet aching silence. His fingers drummed against his abdomen, and after a while, he got sick of looking at the same four stars, so he closed his eyes, focusing on enjoying the light breeze instead. His heart was still racing, but it was less alarming. Regardless, he hated knowing that he potentially contributed to how much you were hurting right now.

Maybe if he had done something to prevent it earlier, whether it be telling you as soon as he found out or keeping completely out of your business so you could live in bliss, or, if he wasn’t so scared, he could’ve asked you to be his far before Jiwoong had. Maybe it wouldn’t have changed much, but Hyunjae would never know since he never tried, and now he was going to beat himself over it because now you’re devastated over losing your boyfriend and it was potentially his faul—

You laughed.

Hyunjae snapped his head towards you, his brows raised at your sudden change in mood—but it wasn’t the type of laugh he expected. Your laugh was one filled with pain, and he watched you shake your head, trying to refuse the tears that were rapidly welling up in your eyes once more. You sniffed and wiped the tears away with the back of your hand, choosing to look in the opposite direction because the last thing you wanted was for Hyunjae to see you vulnerable.

“It’s stupid,” you murmured. “This entire thing is stupid. I’m so fucking dumb.”

His lips parted to interject, to tell you that you were, in fact, ‘not dumb,’ but he clamped his mouth shut, knowing that his words probably wouldn’t help. From what he’d learned in the past, you liked it least when he tried telling you otherwise, no matter the situation. 

“I should’ve known. I did know. The whole world knew. Even you knew, but it makes me think, was Eunseo just flocking around, flaunting to everyone that she had a crush on my boyfriend and managed to win him over? I just—I…I don’t know-...” You paused to catch your breath, beginning to choke on your tears as your chest shook, “I don’t know what I did wrong, you know?”

You shut your eyes, allowing the pain to engulf you. You knew fully well that your punishment was to deal with the pain, but you felt like you didn’t deserve it—that you deserved none of this. Why was this a penalty for being in love?

It was humiliating having everyone witness the reality you shielded from yourself, choosing hope and love over the truth. 

“I just never felt more stupid in my life, and I feel even more stupid knowing that I still love him.”

Hyunjae sucked in his lips, gnawing on them as he bit back all his feelings, from his brain shredding to his heart weeping.

“I love him so much that I would let him do it to me all over again because I keep thinking he’d be better. I know he can be better, so why-...It’s just- Why do I do this to myself?”

Tears cascaded down your cheeks, each one leaving behind a trail for others to fall. They started pouring out of you rapidly, soon sobbing at the heart-wrenching pain of being betrayed by everyone in your life, Hyunjae included, because why, out of everyone, was he here for you when he should be the last person who cared?

You always wanted Hyunjae to be the antagonist of your life story, to have him as your biggest enemy and threat, so why was everyone else but him hurting you? Why was the villain of your fantasy taking the role of your knight in shining armor?

And yet, as much as it pained Hyunjae to process all your emotions, his mind wasn’t running correctly; he had you alone for the first time in months. He wanted nothing more than to pull you in his arms and whisper words of comfort in your ears, knowing you deserved it more than anyone, but he also wanted to shake you awake and slap you out of your misery, praying that you’d forget about Jiwoong; that right now, you being vulnerable was his chance to swoop in, to set whatever you wanted him to into flames, as long as if it meant you’d end up okay. 

You sat up because if you lied down any longer, you would’ve started drowning in your own tears. Your sleeves were soaked, and he sat up alongside you, figuring that he should do something about it.

Hyunjae got back onto his feet and stood in front of you. He barely knew what he was doing, but that didn’t stop him from replacing your sleeves with his cold, clammy hands over your cheeks. There wasn’t a time that Hyunjae could recall where he had been this gentle with someone, and when you didn’t push him away, he tilted your head up to look at him.

Even with tears running down your cheeks, you looked angelic as ever. 

Each droplet mirrored a star from the sky, and your eyes sparkled as they stayed locked on his.

“Take me,” you whispered, and Hyunjae’s whole world stopped. 

“...What?” Hyunjae had only intended to wipe your tears away with the pads of his hands, perhaps whisper something along the lines of him being here for you for the night (and the rest of his life, let’s be honest), yet your first words were—no, he had to have been hallucinating.

Your hands trembled as they reached for his wrist, and although you were severely broken, the grip your fingers created was firm.

“Please.”

Like a moth to a flame, Hyunjae admired how pretty you looked, your lips plump and eyes wide, and he wanted nothing more than to take you into his backseat and treat you the way he’d always wanted to, especially after hearing your pleas, but he knew better. You both knew better. 

“What exactly are you implying?” he asked, feeling like you had just inhaled all his oxygen and left him breathless. 

You released his wrist and opted to hold onto his sleeve, tugging on it as you tried to get him to understand you.

“I want it to hurt, Jaehyun.”

Your tears were gone, and there was a hint of dominance in your tone that would’ve had him dropped to his knees in front of you. You were also one of the very few who resorted to calling him Jae, and now his actual name. He favored Hyunjae, but after hearing ‘Jaehyun’ from your lips, his preference had completely made a turnaround. 

But Hyunjae worked to collect his thoughts, fully aware that this was wrong and he’d have to be the bigger person here. As much as he hated himself for giving up the perfect opportunity to have the girl of his dreams, he couldn’t ignore the large concern over your current mental state.

“You’re not thinking straight, Y/N,” he reasoned softly, his fingers reaching up to brush your hair out of your face, and for a second, Hyunjae swore he felt the alcohol kicking in—or perhaps it was you instead. The thought of being able to have you right now, to touch you and press his hands over your skin, to have you as his for just this night, was so intoxicating that he was seconds away from foaming at the mouth.

“I don’t need to think straight. I don’t want to think at all.”

Everything felt hotter and tighter, but he kept his composure, though with his eyes dropping to your begging lips and then your delicate fingers, he knew he was beginning to lose whatever was left of his sanity. 

But he also knew you were using him; you had to be. There was no other explanation. It was only minutes ago when you professed how you continued to feel about Jiwoong—that your heart still belonged to him, and Hyunjae was allowed nowhere near it. He was your backup, your second option, yet that happened to be better than nothing, right?

Especially when he could have you right here, right now. 

“You’re using me.”

Your expression didn’t falter.

“Then say no. Make us go back into your car and drive me home.” Your hand dropped from holding onto his sleeve but that was so you could wrap your arms around his neck, slowly bringing yourself closer to him. His cheeks were flushed as his mind flooded with possibilities of what could happen. Never had you ever wanted him, and he’d been dreaming of a moment like this for years. Your tear-stained cheeks, your pouty red lips—he wanted all of you.

“But you won’t,” you whispered, your breath hitting his skin. Your eyes landed on his lips, now craving him as much as he craved you. You needed a release, an outlet, to justify Jiwoong being better than Hyunjae. Hyunjae was worse in every way possible, and you wanted him to prove that to you. “You’d do anything I’d say, wouldn’t you?”

“What makes you say that?” Little did you know Hyunjae was crumbling inside, completely melting as his fingers grew weak at the idea of your lips on his. His hands, although wary, traveled to your waist, feeling your curves before trailing his hands down to your hips to grip them.

“You love me, don’t you?”

His heart stuttered, all words caught up in his throat, but he knew there was no defending himself—not when he was practically drooling at every move you made; he was hyperaware of the hand playing with the hair on his nape, the way your lips nearly hovered over his, and how your tears glistened under the moonlight.

His entire existence was confirmation of your words, and you knew it.

“You’d do anything for me, Jae. What’s stopping you now?”

There was a stillness as you two stared at one another. He swallowed and pulled slightly back.

He knew better.

“You don’t want me.” He was brokenhearted, a part of him understanding that you’d never be his, yet he wanted you in so many ways, wishing to have your mewls fill his ears and the smell of sex staining his clothes. The bulge in his pants was forming and pressing up against the tight confinement, making him groan. 

He dropped his head downwards, his forehead leaning to rest against yours, as he closed his eyes and did his best to regulate his breathing—repeating in his head and out loud, again.

He knew better.

“You’re using me.”

You both knew better.

Yet with your lips ghosting his and your eyes half-hooded, you were prepared to give into the dark side.

“And I say take advantage of it.”

Hyunjae dived and pressed his lips onto yours, hunger driving his every movement. There was no stopping when he felt your lips curling up into a grin, his hands shifting to wrap around your torso to drag you closer. His heart burst at how perfectly his lips molded with yours, and it seemed as if there was fire shooting up into the sky and exploding—they weren’t fireworks, and the explosion was far bigger and more dangerous. It lit the entirety of the sky, the moon and stars included, into flames, a desire unlike any other.

Your left hand pressed firm against the back of his neck while the other traveled through his hair. Meanwhile, his hands had snuck beneath your shirt and felt for your lower back. Heavy breaths left the two of you as desperation crept through your veins, dictating your every movement. 

The cold touch from his hands ignited your nervous system, every sense activated and overstimulated by Hyunjae as you released a breathy moan into his mouth.

You didn’t want him, but fuck, you needed him.

When you would pull back, his lips would chase yours, and you two fell into an endless cycle. He couldn’t even fathom how you were pulling away for air when you were his oxygen. Maybe you weren’t oxygen itself, but the fumes you emitted had already replaced his need for air, deluding him into believing that you were what he needed to stay alive.

You were suffocating, toxic, and destructive, and he wanted more. 

After retracting from the kiss for the nth time, you turned your head to hold Hyunjae back from continuing. You both were panting, your cunt soaking, and he stared into your eyes like a puppy awaiting their next direction.

“Good boy,” you praised, and he laughed lowly and sheepishly, dropping his head as he processed what happened and the idea of it being potentially over. 

“You’re lethal,” he breathed out.

“And you’re pitiful,” you spat. There was a playful grin on your lips, but those words ignited something within Hyunjae. He raised his head and cocked a brow at you, questioning your genuinity. 

Just minutes ago you were crying over a guy that treated you terribly, and yet here you thought you had the authority to call him weak.

Perhaps he was; he was falling deeper into your pitless trap, enticed with every movement of yours, but he knew for a fact you weren’t any better than him.

You both were sick in the head for falling for people that treated the other like shit, yet your drive, your fuel, to win over the hearts of the people you loved was so strong, and it made you two unstoppable. 

Hyunjae would punch Jiwoong all over again if he could. 

Without a second thought, Hyunjae ducked his head down and ruthlessly attached his lips to your neck, eliciting a gasp from you. He kissed your skin fervently, his fingers teasing the rim of your shorts, and your hands shifted to hold onto his shoulders for support. You found yourself tossing your head back, providing him more room to do as he pleased, that if Jiwoong were to see you with marks on your neck, then maybe he’d want you back. 

“Bold of you to call me pitiful,” he grumbled, sucking onto your neck until a blot of purple began to form.

“But it’s true, no?”

“You’re just as bad, Y/N.” He licked a stripe up your neck and over the mark, and the sensation made you cringe, disgust itching at your skin due to being covered in his saliva, but you wanted more of it. You wanted Hyunjae to treat you like you were nothing, to treat you worse than Jiwoong ever had, so you could direct your blame over to Hyunjae instead of your unknowing boyfriend.

You turned your head and slotted your lips with his again, already addicted to how perfect they were for you. Hyunjae knew the exact way to kiss you, to keep you on your toes, as your slick pooled up in your underwear at the mere thought of Hyunjae touching you.

The kiss was eager, a fight for control, and when Hyunjae didn’t surrender, you raised your knee, forcing your thigh to brush up against his crotch.

He gasped at the sensation and pulled away, bangs hanging over his eyes as he looked down at the sight. You teased him by keeping your touches gentle, but you made sure to keep your leg moving. Nothing intrigued you more than seeing Hyunjae beg or rut against your thigh, further proof of how pathetic he was for you. You gained a sense of ego knowing that he could have any girl in the world, that he has had every girl, and yet he would always come back to you. Now that you had him, it would be harder for him to return to a life without you under him, moaning his name.

You wanted to be his downfall. 

Your nails latched onto the mesh, taking note of how easy it would be to rip the material, before pressing your thigh firmly up against his dick, making him jerk.

“You’re-...oh my god, Y/N,” he gasped, breathless. His eyes meet your devious ones, how you were basically Satan himself, and somehow, someway, he wouldn’t ask for anything different. “You’re playing a losing…a losing- game.”

“What more do I have left to lose?” There was some truth in your words as vulnerability struck you. Your leg then lowered as you regained a slight sense of reality, realizing that you were forcing Hyunjae into being your selfish source of relief. You hated Hyunjae, sure, but you knew this was the last thing he deserved—to use him when he’d been nothing but accommodating to you.

And your sick and twisted plan was that after this encounter, you’d leave him to rot.

Hyunjae didn’t deserve that at all. 

But Hyunjae was already too far gone, too intoxicated, to even consider the repercussions of how he’d end up after this. The loss of contact with his crotch was what had him picking you up from his car, the tips of his fingers digging into your thighs, as he led you to the backseat. 

Your eyes widened, your senses fully back, but you made him like this, and you were going to pay for it. Although scared for about what’s to come, the anticipation had you drooling, your lips pressing fierce kisses onto his skin while he opened the door with you in his arms.

He laid you down gently and crawled over you, keeping you trapped between his arms.

“This is what you wanted, right? For me to tear you apart until you can run back to Jiwoong and justify how poorly he treats you?” 

Your brows bunched up at his words, your legs getting antsy being under him. There was no answering him, not when Hyunjae already knew how you were going to respond.

He brought one of his hands into your shorts and made the aggravating decision to slide his fingers over your underwear, depriving you of contact with his fingers.

Yet even with your underwear being a divider, he found your clit with ease and immediately started rubbing circles into the bud, making you buck your hips with a whine. The friction of the cloth was something you were unfamiliar with, and lord did it mess with you. 

“You want me to treat you how he sees you? Worthless and undeserving of respect?” He flicked your clit and kissed your jaw. “If that’s what you want, that’s exactly what my princess is going to get.”

“Fuck,” you moaned, using your hands to push onto his shoulders and force him down. The drive to ride his tongue was strong, and if he kept teasing you, you would have lost it.

“I know you inside and out, Y/N. I know you better than him, and this is how you treat me.” He sucked in a cheek but ultimately decided to comply with what you wanted. He pulled off your shorts yet left your underwear on, and his brows raised. He wasn’t sure how his fingers had missed the texture of lace, but what you were wearing was certainly lingerie.

You looked down to see why he stopped, and when you realized why he froze, heat rose to your cheeks.

“I wanted to feel pretty,” you whispered, shutting your eyes after turning your head. It was embarrassing, now that you thought about it, but Hyunjae’s heart soared, and he wanted nothing more than for you to know how ethereal you looked.

But he shoved the feeling away, allowing his frustrations to get the better half of him. 

When he pulled off your underwear, he cooed at how your essence oozed onto the material and raised the undergarment into the air, waiting for you to look.

“Did I do this?”

His mocking tone kept you from looking, but your curiosity got the best of you. You were met with the sight of a large wet, dark patch on your underwear, biting down on your lip as you looked at him with wide eyes. If you thought about it, you couldn’t remember the last time you felt like this, or if there ever had been a time when you craved someone this badly. 

He tossed it to the side and his hands massaged your thighs, keeping them spread open so he got a proper view of your core on display for him. The sight truly stunned him, reminding him that this was you he fantasized about and replicated with other girls—no one else.

“Do you normally take this long?” you rasped, tossing your head back against the seat, and Hyunjae rolled his eyes.

“I do you a favor, and this is how you treat me.”

“A favor is a stretch—”

Hyunjae plunged two fingers into your mouth, having them press firmly down against your tongue. He latched onto your jaw and pulled your head forward and up towards him, having your eyes meet his.

“Remind me, Y/N, who was begging for this?”

He dropped your head back down against the seat before you could even respond and used whatever saliva accumulated in your mouth as temporary lube, figuring that your slick would help him with stretching you out. You grunted at the impact, feeling helpless, as Hyunjae finally inserted his fingers inside of you. 

Hyunjae’s fingers were enough to have your eyes rolling, but it was the ring that he wore that stimulated you the most. You weren’t aware that he was even wearing one, yet the cold band against your raging wet heat made you whimper and desperately grasp for his hair.

“Jaehyun, please,” you begged. 

He chuckled and kept his movements slow, forcing you to fuck yourself onto his fingers weakly. When you did, he was in awe at how stunning you looked, how you seemed to be in your own world, and how you were enjoying him. By curling his fingers, a moan was pulled from your throat, making your eyes open as you looked at him. You continued to pool around his fingers, your voice weakly begging for so much more than his fingers and the cold air that brushed against your skin. 

Never had you felt more vulnerable, but Hyunjae never once made you feel like you were doing something wrong, making you cling desperately to him. You forced his face down into your crotch and jerked at the feeling of his nose brushing up against your clit.

“Shameless, aren’t you?” he commented, laughing lowly, but you were too out of it to care. 

“Shut the-...F-fuck, oh my god.”

Your whines had gotten more incessant the more useless he became, his fingers now completely stilled inside of you as he watched you roll your hips with a cheeky grin. He wanted to drag this out for as long as possible, knowing fully well that he could last all night. 

When he took out his fingers, you were yanked out of your bliss and nearly begged for him to put them back in, but before you could get a word out, he had replaced his digits with his tongue. Your slick was dripping onto his lips, and as he dragged his wet muscle up and down your folds, he made sure to collect a small puddle of you onto his tongue to eventually swallow, wanting to savor you. 

“Oh-...Oh my god, Jae—” Your orgasm was approaching, unsure of how it was here so soon, but you recognized the signs from the coil in your chest tightening to losing every sensation to the man beneath you. You rocked your hips continuously onto his tongue, and his thumb attached to your clit, making you see stars with how rapid his movements were. 

He pulled his face back and forced his fingers back into you, and the final curl was what made you reach your peak, your hips in the air as you cried out his name. 

As you came down from your high, you caught a glance of the way Hyunjae was looking at you; to him, you were otherworldly, and it was a sight he’d never forget. He wondered if Jiwoong ever saw you like this, if he ever made you feel this way, and suddenly his admiration had soured and contoured to something of darkness, rid of any empathy as he now looked at you with some form of disgust. 

“All this for me, and you still have the fucking audacity to choose him.” 

The mention of Jiwoong had your eyes wide open, tears reappearing at the mention and while being in your most vulnerable state. Your legs shook from the aftermath, feeling too weak to continue, yet Hyunjae seemed to have other plans.

Instead of shoving his fingers back into either of your mouths, he hovered over you and made sure you saw the way he dragged his fingers around your abdomen, drawing aimlessly over your skin with your essence before dragging a hand up to your breasts, massaging one of them as his other hand rested by your waist.

“Tell me, Y/N, did you buy this for him and never got to use it? That’s why you’re wearing it now with me? Am I your sloppy seconds?”

There was a slight growl under his tone, and while you shook your head subconsciously, he worked to remove your shirt, wanting a better look at your bra, before being met with a necklace you had been hiding; one with Jiwoong’s name.

And Hyunjae took no time breaking it from your neck.

Your jaw dropped, and you snapped out of your daze by sitting straight up, yet as you were about to yell at him for breaking your necklace, he shoved three fingers back into your pussy, shutting you up by having you moan at the intrusion. 

“It looked cheap, anyway,” he muttered, forcing his mouth against yours momentarily to nip on your lower lip, tugging on it so your focus remained on him. 

“That was—he’s mine,” you forced out, gasping at every thrust he made with his fingers, your sweet spot being abused as your hands latched onto his shoulders. You made sure your nails dug into his skin, wanting it to hurt, before pulling onto the mesh, wishing for it to tear. 

“He’s not yours, princess. Tell me, how can you say that when his dick has been up other girls?” With his free hand, he grabbed your face and made sure you were staring straight at him before shoving it to the side. 

“You need to fucking wake up and realize that you can dream all you want about how he’d react if he saw you hopping on my dick, but guess what? He wouldn’t care.” Hyunjae pulled out his fingers and left you alone in the backseat. 

You sat there, a wreck and vulnerable, as you tried to catch your breath. You lay back on your forearms, curious eyes following his every movement.

“There’s a reason he hasn’t left you yet,” Hyunjae explained, opening the front door to his car to grab a condom and his phone. He tucked both into his back pocket before returning to you, bringing your lips to his before continuing to talk within the kiss.

“He’s stringing you along so you can boost his ego. He knows you will always be there for him, and you allow him to use you like that?” 

You wrapped your fingers around Hyunjae’s neck, squeezing it before pushing it away to keep your distance, your frustration starting to grow.

“I’m beginning to think you’re all bark and no bite, Jaehyun,” you muttered, and with whatever strength you had left, you pushed him against the seat and got into his lap. Without hesitation, you started rocking your hips over his clothed dick, hoping your slick would seep in so he could feel you.

He hissed but allowed you to do as you pleased, his grip tight on your hips.

“I-...I think…if you asked me, you’re the one who’s projecting. I’m the one in a relationship, and you’re just a side piece.”

The speed of your hips increased, and Hyunjae felt ecstasy on the tip of his tongue, the confinements of his pants physically paining him the more you continued.

“You’re jealous, Jae. Just admit it.”

You pulled at his hair, loving the absolute control you had over him at that moment, but in one languid motion, Hyunjae managed to push you back down, this time with your stomach against the seats. You could feel your bodily fluids sticking to the nylon, and with how hard Hyunjae was pressing down into you, you were barely given a chance to move. 

With one hand on your lower back, he kept you still as he took out both his phone and condom, making sure to place both on top of your bare skin.

“What’s there to be jealous of when you’re here under me? You want to be fucked stupid? Fine. Don’t fucking complain when you want me to be the villain.” You lurched at his words, refusing to let him win, but you were completely unable to do much damage as Hyunjae kicked off his pants and boxers while still keeping his weight on you.

He then picked up his phone and pulled up the camera, making sure to take a photo of you in his car before clicking record and tossing the phone onto the ground, hoping it was close enough to pick up on your sweet noises. 

“Make sure to be loud for me, yeah? I’m sure Jiwoong would love it if I sent that video to him.”

“You wouldn’t fucking dare,” you bit back, your hand reaching out in an attempt to grab the device, but Hyunjae was quicker to grab your wrist, pinning it behind your back. 

“I wouldn’t because I know how to appreciate what’s mine.” Hyunjae released his hold on you to roll on the condom, giving you the opportunity to move and take his phone as you pleased. To your dismay, there was no more effort left within you, only an ache to feel Hyunjae inside you. 

“He appreciates me,” you mumbled, trying to convince yourself otherwise as you waited.

“Does he record you? Jerk off to your moans every night? Because I would, Y/N, just for you.” His voice was now by your ear, and when you turned your head to look at him, he pulled you into another hungry kiss, his dick now grazing against your hole. 

“You’re fucking insane,” you bit back into the kiss, and he grinned against your lips, guiding his dick into you as he spoke.

“Psychotic, just for my princess.”

Venom laced his voice, dripping menacingly, and the insertion of his tip had you grasping for something in front of you, anything, and it was only then that you were able to process how thick his cock was.

“Can you take it?” he asked, his voice slightly softer than before. When you gave him a curt nod, he continued pushing in further. Maybe lube should’ve been an option, but you were so wet for him that it didn’t matter, knowing that the stretch probably would have hurt regardless. 

“Fuck, fuck—he really doesn’t know what he’s missing,” Hyunjae gasped, his head resting against the back of yours. It was better than anything he’d dreamed of, better than any girl he imagined, because it was you, and your body was made for him.

“When was the last time he fucked you?” He was fully inside of you now, and when you didn’t answer, he decided to take it as a sign to move. With a firm grip on your waist, he pulled out just to slam back in, making you yell as you clawed at the seat, wishing there was something to bite on as you endured the pain that was quick to morph into pleasure. 

Every glide pushed you further into the car, your forearms occasionally hitting the door, as his hips moved vigorously, working up to a pace that had you moaning without pause. Tears were flowing down your cheeks at the overwhelming pleasure of being manhandled—of being Hyunjae’s rag doll when he was meant to be yours, and your body seized up, being worked up to your orgasm once more with how precise each thrust seemed to be. 

He adjusted to raise one of your legs to his hip, giving him a new angle to pound into you as he worships you with his dick, and you shook out of pleasure, whining as you saw white and reached your second orgasm for the night. You pulsated around his cock, strangled moans ripping from your throat as tears mixed with your drool by your chin.

And Hyunjae showed no signs of stopping.

He made sure to press your face down against the seats, wanting every liquid to fall and stain his car, giving him something to remember you by.

Oh, and there was the recording too.

While kneeling inside of the cramped car, he slowed his movements and inclined his torso towards you. In one swift motion, he wrapped his arm around your neck and pulled you up, locking you inside his elbow as he forced you to look into your reflection in the car window.

“Look at you, the school’s favorite slut. What happens if the recording drops? The whole school would know you’re mine, wouldn’t they?” He pressed his chest against your back, the mesh rubbing against your skin as his lips remained near your ear, forcing you to listen to every word.

You limped against him, your flames completely burnt out, and your fingers tugged onto the mesh around his arm, successfully ripping it after some time, but Hyunjae seemed unphased. In fact, it turned him on even more knowing that he had you locked in, that you were his.

“Look at your pretty cunt taking me in so well. It was so wet for me, wasn’t it? It still is. And guess what? You’re in my car. You belong to me, and my good girl is only now just finding out about it, isn’t she?” 

“I-I’m…I’m not-...not yours,” you retaliated, creating red angry marks into his skin with your nails as you endured being used, stifling your moans as you looked at how wrecked you were, how bare you seemed to be compared to Hyunjae. You were much more of a mess, from your hair to the bruises on your neck. Your pussy kept tightening up around his dick, convulsing occasionally with every hit toward your g-spot, and you held onto Hyunjae each time. 

Your head drooped down, thinking about how your heart ached for Jiwoong, yet the rest of your body was meant for Hyunjae.

“Whose fucking dick is inside of you right now?” He scoffed and pulled on your hair, forcing your head back up so he could directly speak into your ear. “Wake up, Y/N,” he demanded. “You’re mine.”

He dropped you back onto the seat like you were nothing, leaving you completely helpless, your throat void of any words as your eyes closed and met the back of your skull, too fucked out to communicate. You tried reaching for the door handle, just something to hold onto, yet you couldn’t.

“You tell me I’m pitiful, that I’m basically delusional when you’re going to be the reason my car will smell like sex for weeks.”

Your face was forced back into the puddle of liquid you created earlier, being shifted back and forth against the seat as if you were made for his dick and not vice versa.

“It’s crazy how pathetic you are, how willing you are to break yourself down in front of everyone just to have him. That-...fuck…that you’re so convinced he wants you and you two are soulmates.” He dragged his fingers through your hair and grabbed your roots. “You called me, you wanted me, and I have you right now, moaning my name, and you have nothing.”

Something about his words kept bringing out your orgasms, each thrust adding to the pleasure immensely. You didn’t know how much you could handle—afraid you may pass out from how much he was using you, from his tight grip around you to his dick hitting inside of you mercilessly.

Hyunjae whispering ‘I won, Y/N’ was what had you losing it, your high this time ending up stronger than the rest. You were fully crying now, and yet he continued as if you were nothing.

He peppered your shoulder with kisses and had the slight decency to slow his pace, but he also took note of your sobs.

“Don’t tell me you still want him,” he began rambling, his lips still on your shoulder. “Don’t tell me after this that your heart still belongs to him, because if that were the case, I’d make you call him right now. Say you wish it was him instead of me, and that he’s the love of your life while you’re stuffed with my dick. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

You could no longer think, and what you hated most was how reactive your body was—how you were just able to come for the third time, but Hyunjae’s dick solely being inside you snapped some other straw you weren’t aware you had, finding that your last high was incoming. 

Hyunjae had picked up the pace by then, and by knowing your body incredibly well, he reached down to your sensitive clit to relieve you. You both knew your fourth was arriving, and you held on tight to his arm.

“J-Jaehy- hyun, I’m—”

“Mine.”

You cried out, your entire body shaking, and Hyunjae pulled out, immediately releasing onto your back with a guttural moan after yanking off the condom. He was forced to catch his breath, watching you float in and out of consciousness.

Your eyes were closed, struggling to breathe through your sobs, and Hyunjae consoled you with a kiss on the back of your shoulder. 

“You’re mine, Y/N, whether you like it or not.”

He then pressed a kiss to your cheek before leaving to grab paper towels from his trunk. You were heaving, still shaking, and left alone as a mess in his backseat, yet with him gone, you felt even more useless, wanting him back by your side instantly. You weakly cried out for him, your nails dragging against the seat in hopes of being in his arms soon, and maybe he was right.

Maybe you were his.

OUR INFERNO [ M.LIST | TWO ]

NAVIGATION — THE BOYZ

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[mingtinys]

lee sangyeon's (almost) villain origin story

pairing : lee sangyeon x gn!reader

fluff , humor , slice of life , university!au

warnings : language , one suggestive scene

word count : 2.4 k

requested ? no

a/n : this is just pure self-indulgent sangyeon brain rot ,,, you've been warned ( aka. the epitome of "i write what i want to read and then toss it into the void" )

Lee Sangyeon is a patient man. He babysits his young nephews, tutors underclassmen on weekends, and keeps his ten gremlins wonderful friends out of trouble. But his sanity is slipping. Granted, being president of the TBZ fraternity is hard work, but it's starting to feel more like running a daycare.

Though, with all its chaos over the years, rarely has he felt the need to wring anyone's neck out over a few minor inconveniences. Lately, however... well, his fingers start to twitch at the sight of his housemates.

And it's exactly that familiar feeling that begins to tingle at his fingertips when the infuriating voice of Kim Sunwoo follows the slamming of the frat house door. It startles Sangyeon from his dozed state and you as well. Flinching so hard your fingers that were previously twirling a lock of his hair pull painfully at his scalp. "Shit– oh! Sorry, babe." You hiss, petting his hair back down once you realize.

Sangyeon lifts his head from your lap solely to glare at the obtuse boy. His hands and arms adorned with multiple paper grocery bags and beer cases. "A little help would be nice," he jabs, mid-struggle to pile them onto the kitchen island before his strength gives out.

"A little peace and quiet would be nice." Sangyeon cuts, rolling back over to face the television. He stirs, stretching out his tired muscles before sinking back into the couch and your warmth. Desperately chasing the cozy feeling he'd been robbed of too soon.

"Is all that for the party tonight?" You ask Sunwoo. An innocent question for the sake of being polite that the boy somehow takes as an invitation.

"Almost all of it, Changmin is grabbing a few more bottles from the liquor store– is that Love Island?" He points, creeping up behind the sofa.

Whatever merciful God is listening. Please. No. Sangyeon begs.

"Yeah, it's the most recent–"

"I love Love Island– scoot!"

Sangyeon pulls his knees up just in time as Sunwoo jumps the couch, swinging his legs dangerously close to the glass coffee table, causing Sangyeon's fingers to twitch once more.

"Don't you have other things to be doing?" Sangyeon's voice is low in a silent warning. One Sunwoo purposely remains blissfully ignorant to.

"You know I personally like the British version better." He rambles on. Your boyfriend shoots you a pleading look. Whether he's begging you to do something or finding the strength to keep his cool, you aren't sure.

You give a pitiful shrug in return. Sangyeon just sighs, dropping his head to your shoulder. Perhaps the living room wasn't the best place for alone time.

Surely, he couldn't be bothered in his room. He even added a "do not disturb" sign for good measure. Sure, Juyeon's music was a tad loud and he could hear tidbits of the show playing downstairs, but he could tune that out. Just a few more sentences and he'd be done with his paper and finally free to spend time with you.

"How much longer?" you ask, peaking over to where Sangyeon sits hunched over his laptop on his bed.

"Maybe like five minutes." He doesn't bother looking up from the word document. "I just need to figure out the phrasing on this, it's been driving me mad."

"You've been figuring it out four nearly two hours," you step over to the end of Sangyeon's bed. "Maybe you need to take a break and come back with fresh eyes."

He stubbornly shakes his head, running his fingers through his already messy locks. "I need to get it over with." At this point, you're standing right over him. Yet still, it's like you're not even there. Though you must admit, the focused scowl on his face is quite adorable.

"Sangyeon."

Nothing. Not even as you tilt down to his level does he pause his typing.

"Sangyeon." You call a little sweeter this time.

Again, nothing.

Having finally waited long enough, you tip his chin back with a single finger. He looks slightly miffed at first, but then his eyes land on your wardrobe. "Is that my shirt?" He whispers. Jaw slack as his eyes not so subtly roam every inch of the fabric, admiring how it hangs from your figure.

"It is." Matter of fact, it's not just his shirt, but a pair of his boxers as well. A detail that short-circuits his brain for a solid five seconds. It feels like he's been knocked in the chest, unable to say anything. His eyes flit from your outfit, to your lips, and back down.

"Sangyeon?" You purr.

"Yeah?"

"Click save."

You've never seen him move so fast. Throwing his laptop with such force it nearly flies off the bed. Sangyeon effortlessly pulls you over to straddle his lap, grinning so hard it makes you giggle.

"When did you even change into these?" His hands rest at your waist under the thin cotton tee, letting his pinky dip into the waistband of your, really his, boxers.

"I got bored and raided your closet while you had your nose buried in Microsoft Word." Your hands clasp behind his neck. "You don't mind, right?"

"Definitely not." Sangyeon's fingers dig into your skin as he sloppily attaches his lips to your own. He's greedy, like a prisoner starved for water on a hot summer day, but that doesn't seem to bother you.

"I'm gonna need this back though, you know?" He teases against your lips, pulling at the hem of the cotton covering your torso.

"You'll have to offer something in exchange."

"Now that," Sangyeon's eyes light up, "I can do–"

The door to his room flies open with a force so great Sangyeon half expects the Hulk to be standing in his door frame. The resounding bang of it ricocheting off the wall accidentally making Sangyeon dig his fingers a little too deep into your skin. It earns a yelp from you and you're shuffling off his lap in an attempt to escape his iron grip.

"Hyung–!" Eric exclaims, but takes a pause in his panicked state to greet you. "Oh, hi Y/N!"  

"Hi, Eric," you wave awkwardly.

Sangyeon is scrambling to cover you with his comforter as fast as possible. Not that you're wearing anything particularly revealing, but it's still nothing Eric needs to see. Not that it matters, Eric doesn't seem too concerned with you or the state you and your boyfriend were previously in.

"Hyung, I need your help!"

This is Sangyeon's absolute last resort.

Does he necessarily want to spend his only free period of the day with you in a noisy, crowded, cafe? No. He'd much rather be in his room with you curled up in his arms, completely and utterly alone. But so long as he lives with ten men who have never known the concept of privacy, he'll have to settle.

At least you seem happy with the lunch date he planned. Animatedly talking on and on about how you've been wanting to try this cafe. And if you're happy, then Sangyeon is happy. He'd count today as a success even if all he does is admire the beautiful pair of eyes across from him while you ramble.

"—Everything just looks so good, I don't know if I should go for a coffee or a fruity tea."

"Get both if you want." He offers, but you scrunch your nose up.

"That's a bit much, don't you think?"

"Then why don't you get a coffee, I'll get a tea, and whichever you like better you can have." A smile breaks out on your face at that idea.

"See, this is why I love you."

Yeah, Sangyeon thinks, this was a success.

Well. Almost.

"Sangyeon? Y/N?" Comes an unfortunately familiar voice. "What are you guys doing here?"

"Oh, you've got to be fucking joking," Sangyeon pinches the bridge of his nose as Kevin Moon and his impeccable timing make an appearance.

"We're on a date." He cuts, hoping the boy will get the hint to leave. But of course, he doesn't. Instead, Kevin pulls up an empty chair and plops down at the end.

"Have you guys been here before? It's my first time and I can't figure out if I want a coffee or a tea."

Sangyeon gives up. They win. The ten little demons infesting his home win.

"Jail can't be that bad, right?" He ponders aloud as the two of you lay sprawled out on his bed. Even you've begun to notice your boyfriend's slow descent into insanity. And while you do feel bad, it is a little comical. "What's a few murder charges... or ten."

You listen to him rant, his head in your lap and arms encircling your hips. You continue to brush your fingers through his hair, hoping the action will induce some sort of calming effect.

He props his chin up on your stomach to look at you pouty lips and puppy eyes. "It's so unfair," he whines like a toddler.

"I think you'll live," you chuckle.

"I literally won't."

Like clockwork, there's a knock on his door. Sangyeon groans, exasperated. "Ohh my God, seriously?" He faceplants into your stomach. "You deal with them. If I do it I'm leaving in handcuffs."

"Come in," you call.

Haknyeon peaks in, frowning when he sees Sangyeon's state. "What's wrong with him?" He points.

"Everything."

"Nothing," you both answer. "He's just being dramatic. What did you need, Haknyeon?"

"Uh, well I was wondering if you could help me with a dilemma?" He asks shyly, tip-toeing the rest of the way in.

"What's the dilemma?"

He pulls two shirts from behind his back. "So, I finally asked out that girl in my class—"

"Aw, Hak, congrats!" You coo.

"—Thanks," he beams. "We're supposed to meet for coffee in an hour. Which shirt should I wear?"

"Whichever gets you out of my room the fastest," Sangyeon grumbles, voice muffled.

"Shush!" You slap the back of his head in warning. "I think blue would go well with your eyes, Hak." You smile and Haknyeon lights up.

"Okay, perfect! That's the one Younghoon and Jacob picked as well. Thanks, Y/N, thanks Hyung!" The boy is already turning on his heels as he calls out his thanks. Sangyeon lifts his hand in a half-hearted wave as the door slams shut.

"Be nice to him, he's excited," you chastise. "He's been ogling over that girl for months. This is a big deal for him."

Sangyeon sighs, propping his head back up. "I know it is, who do you think helped him pick out and iron his pants this morning?"

"They really look up to you, you know? That's why they're always bothering you for stuff."

Your warm palm comes to rest against his cheek. It's frustrating for him, always feeling responsible for everyone around him, you know this. And while his willingness to take on that challenge is something you've always admired, you do fear him getting burnt out.

Sangyeon frowns. "I know, I just wish I could have a few moments to be selfish. Is this how parents feel?"

You laugh at his remark. "I think even parents get more of a break than you do."

"Told you we should've used protection." He grins with his gummy smile at his own joke. Making you playfully flick his forehead.

"Getting all of us out of the house at once is a big ask, Y/N." Jacob grimaces as takes a sip of his of his cold brew.

What was originally supposed to be an intense study session for your upcoming physics test quickly turned into you debriefing Jacob on Sangyeon's declining sanity. Which you're eighty percent sure Jacob only entertained as an excuse to procrastinate. Because it's been two hours and neither of you has so much as opened a single textbook despite his multitude of complaints about being unprepared.

"I know, but you're their vice president, isn't there something you can do? You could organize a charity event or something." You pout. "I'm suffering too here!"

"Even if I could find a way to convince ten—" he holds up both hands with fingers spread for emphasis. "—ten, that's one-zero, men to all clear out, I don't want to be the one babysitting them."

"You'd have Chanhee there to help."

"The odds of getting Chanhee to do anything outside of his job description are about as good as me passing this test." Jacob snorts, and all hopes of getting TBZ's treasurer involved are squashed then and there.

Jacob is your only hope, so you're going to have to lay it on thick.

"Come on, Jacob, please. Sangyeon really needs the break."

"Don't give me that look." He jabs a finger at you.

"Please, Jacob."

"No."

You sink back into your seat, letting out a long and dramatic sigh. Attempting to look as pitiful as possible. And judging by the way Jacob's leg won't stop anxiously bouncing beneath the table, it's working.

"Don't do that," Jacob whines.

Silence.

"Okay, fine, I'll figure it out." He throws his hands up in surrender. "Just quit pouting and help me study."

"Thank you, Jacob," You perk up. "You're the best!"

"Yeah, yeah."

The excited call you get from Sangyeon telling you to come over immediately comes sooner than expected. You're not usually one to question miracles, but you are curious as to how Jacob managed to drag everyone out of the house on a Tuesday night.

"Where is everyone?" You ask as Sangyeon tugs you through the front door.

"Don't know. Don't care." He smiles brightly. "What I do know, is I'm not touching a single textbook, laptop, or phone."

You aren't sure when the last time you saw your boyfriend this happy was.

Sangyeon plops down onto the couch, pulling you into his lap as he does so. "It's gonna be just me, you, some take-out, this couch, and the last season of Love Island Australia."

You snort. "You say that, but I'm betting twenty on you being knocked out by the end of the first episode."

"That's actually the plan," he grins smugly before pulling a blanket over his legs and letting his head fall into your lap. He's not even facing the screen. You're starting to think he just invited you over to be his personal pillow.

But you let him, because it's well deserved.

[jinnieboosworld]

My Uncle Thinks You’re Pretty

Sangyeon x Fem! Reader

Genre: Fluff, slice of life, romance

Summary: Y/n a kindergarten teacher tries hard to make sure all of her students can come to her class and have a safe place where they can both learn and have fun. So when one of her students win a prize due to his good grades she decides to talk to his extremely handsome “father” after class to commend him.

Word Count: 14.2k

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Y/N had always believed in the magic of teaching. For her, the classroom was more than just a place to impart knowledge—it was a sanctuary, a home away from home for her young students. She loved the way their faces lit up when they learned something new, or the way their laughter filled the room during playtime. Her classroom, decorated with bright colors, cheerful artwork, and little DIY projects, was a reflection of the joy she hoped to cultivate.

It was the start of the new school year, and as always, she felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. The buzz of tiny voices filled the hallway as children and parents gathered, ready to begin another year. Y/N stood by the door of her classroom, greeting each child with a smile, learning their names, and watching their eyes widen with curiosity as they peeked into the room that would become their second home for the next year.

“Welcome, Jisoo!” Y/N said warmly, crouching down to meet the eyes of a small boy with neatly combed hair and a shy smile. He clung to the hand of a tall man standing behind him. Y/N’s gaze flickered up briefly, noticing the man’s kind, though somewhat tired, expression. He was well-dressed but not overly formal, wearing a button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and dark jeans.

Jisoo looked up at the man, then back at Y/N, before loosening his grip just enough to offer a tiny wave. “Hi,” he mumbled, barely audible, his wide eyes scanning the classroom.

“Hi, Jisoo,” Y/N replied softly, her voice gentle and reassuring. “You’re going to have so much fun here! Look, we have all sorts of books, games, and even a little reading nook with pillows. You can choose whichever spot makes you feel comfy.”

Jisoo seemed hesitant, still holding onto the man’s leg. The man—whom Y/N assumed was his father—gave a small chuckle. “He’s a little shy at first, but once he warms up, you won’t be able to stop him from talking.” His voice was smooth and held a hint of amusement.

Y/N smiled up at him, nodding. “That’s completely okay. We’ll give him all the time he needs to settle in.” She stood up, extending her hand toward the man. “I’m Ms. Y/N, by the way. It’s great to meet you both.”

The man shook her hand, his grip firm but not overpowering. “Sangyeon. Sangyeon Lee. Thanks for looking after him.” His smile was warm but brief, as though he wasn’t used to lingering in social pleasantries.

Y/N’s gaze lingered on him for a second longer, something about his presence catching her attention in a way that most parents didn’t. There was a quiet confidence about him, a calmness that made her feel oddly at ease. She quickly turned her attention back to Jisoo, giving the boy another encouraging smile before ushering him inside.

As the day went on, Y/N kept a careful eye on Jisoo, noticing how he sat quietly at his table, occasionally glancing around at the other children. He wasn’t withdrawn, just observant—like he was carefully taking in his new environment before deciding how to interact with it. She admired that about him, the way he seemed to approach everything with quiet thoughtfulness.

When it was time for the children to be picked up, parents slowly began arriving, chatting with each other while waiting outside the classroom. Y/N spotted Sangyeon in the hallway, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, scanning the classroom for Jisoo. His presence stood out, not just because of his height or anything but because of the way he seemed so focused, like the world outside that classroom was a distant background noise.

“Hey, Jisoo,” Y/N called gently. “Your dad’s here.”

Jisoo perked up and hurried to pack his things, making his way to the door. Y/N, standing near the entrance, glanced at Sangyeon as he stepped forward to meet Jisoo. She couldn’t help but notice the tiredness in his eyes again, but it wasn’t the kind of exhaustion from lack of sleep. It felt deeper, as though it had been there for a while, tucked away behind the warmth he showed to Jisoo. Y/N’s curiosity about him piqued, but she quickly reminded herself to keep things professional. Her job was to teach and care for her students, not to pry into their personal lives.

“Did you have a good day, buddy?” Sangyeon asked, kneeling to Jisoo’s level as the boy approached him with his backpack slung over one shoulder.

Jisoo nodded, a tiny smile creeping across his face as he handed Sangyeon a drawing he had made earlier in the day. It was a simple sketch of a house with a tree next to it, the kind of picture all children made, but Sangyeon looked at it as though it was a masterpiece.

“Wow, this is amazing!” Sangyeon praised, his voice full of enthusiasm. “You’re already better at drawing than I am.”

Y/N couldn’t help but smile at their interaction. It was heartwarming to see a parent—well, who she assumed was a parent—so invested in their child’s day, even if it was something as small as a crayon drawing. She found herself lingering by the doorway, watching the two of them for a moment longer than she should have.

Sangyeon caught her gaze and stood up, tucking the drawing into his jacket pocket. “Thanks again for today, Ms. Y/N,” he said, his voice sincere. “I know Jisoo’s still getting used to things, but I think he’s going to like it here.”

“Oh, it’s my pleasure,” Y/N replied, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “He’s a great kid. Very thoughtful. I’m looking forward to seeing him open up more as the days go on.”

Sangyeon gave her a small nod, his eyes lingering on hers for a brief second longer than usual. Y/N felt a tiny flutter in her chest but quickly pushed it aside. It was nothing. Just a polite exchange between a teacher and a parent.

“See you tomorrow, Jisoo!” Y/N waved as the boy shuffled out the door, still clinging to Sangyeon’s hand. Jisoo waved back timidly, and then they were gone, blending into the stream of parents and children in the hallway.

Y/N exhaled, leaning against the doorway as the classroom slowly emptied. It’s going to be a good year, she thought to herself, feeling a sense of satisfaction settle in. She loved the start of the school year, the promise of new beginnings, and the chance to watch her students grow. And yet, as she packed up her things and tidied the room, she couldn’t shake the brief but lingering thought of Sangyeon.

The next few weeks in Y/N’s classroom were filled with the usual hustle and bustle of kindergarten life. Y/N poured her heart into creating a supportive environment for her students, from crafting intricate lesson plans to designing engaging activities that would spark their curiosity. Jisoo settled into the routine with a quiet, steady presence, and Y/N was pleased to see him gradually becoming more comfortable and engaged in class.

Sangyeon continued to drop Jisoo off each morning and pick him up in the afternoon. Their interactions remained polite but brief, and Y/N found herself observing him with a mix of curiosity and respect. He was a constant presence, always attentive to Jisoo’s needs and consistently punctual. But despite his reliability, there was a distance between him and the other parents. He was friendly but kept to himself, never engaging in the casual conversations that often filled the waiting area.

One afternoon, as Y/N was organizing the art supplies, she overheard snippets of conversation from the other teachers in the staff room. They were discussing their students, their families, and the occasional anecdote about the quirks of the parents. Y/N listened in, her attention partially focused on the conversation and partially on her task.

“Have you noticed Sangyeon Lee?” one of the teachers, Ms. Parker, said. “He’s always so reserved. It’s a bit unusual for a parent.”

“I’ve seen that too,” Ms. Chang agreed, flipping through a stack of papers. “He’s definitely different from the other parents. Seems like a nice guy, though.”

Y/N’s ears perked up. “Oh, what do you mean by ‘different’?”

Ms. Parker shrugged. “Just that he doesn’t engage much with the other parents. Most of them chat while waiting, but he seems to prefer keeping to himself. It’s like he’s always in his own world.”

“Maybe he’s just shy or busy,” Y/N suggested, trying to offer a more positive perspective. “He’s been really polite and supportive of Jisoo. That counts for a lot.”

“True,” Ms. Chang conceded. “He’s definitely good to Jisoo. But it’s still curious. Sometimes it’s nice to get to know the parents a bit better. Makes communication easier.”

Y/N nodded, understanding the sentiment. Building a rapport with parents often made it easier to address any concerns or share updates about their child’s progress. But she also recognized that everyone had their own way of managing their personal lives. If Sangyeon preferred to keep a lower profile, that was his choice, and Y/N respected that.

The weeks passed, and Y/N found herself growing accustomed to the rhythm of the school year. The children’s laughter, the clatter of blocks, and the murmur of reading time became the backdrop of her daily life. Jisoo continued to thrive, showing gradual improvement in his social interactions and classroom activities. His drawings and stories, while simple, often reflected a rich imagination and a thoughtful nature.

One day, as the end of the day approached and parents began arriving to pick up their children, Y/N noticed Sangyeon standing near the door, waiting for Jisoo. He had a slight frown on his face, his attention focused on something in the hallway. Y/N, who was tidying up the classroom, decided to approach him.

“Hi, Mr. Lee,” she greeted, offering a friendly smile. “How was your day?”

Sangyeon looked up, momentarily surprised. “Oh, Ms. Y/N. It’s been alright. Just a bit hectic at work. But I’m glad to pick up Jisoo and see how his day went.”

“I hope it’s not too overwhelming,” Y/N said sympathetically. “If there’s ever anything we can do to make things easier, just let us know.”

Sangyeon’s gaze softened slightly. “Thank you. I appreciate that.”

Just then, Jisoo bounded into the room, his face flushed with excitement. “Ms. Y/N, look! I made a rocket ship!”

Y/N admired the crayon drawing Jisoo proudly presented. “Wow, that’s fantastic, Jisoo! I love how colorful it is.”

Sangyeon crouched down beside Jisoo, his expression brightening. “That’s a great rocket ship, buddy. Did you learn about space today?”

Jisoo nodded enthusiastically. “Yes! We talked about the stars and the moon. Ms. Y/N said we might even make a space collage next week.”

“Sounds like a lot of fun,” Sangyeon said, ruffling Jisoo’s hair gently. “I’m looking forward to hearing all about it.”

As they talked, Y/N couldn’t help but notice the small, affectionate gestures Sangyeon made toward Jisoo. It was clear that he cared deeply for him, and it was touching to see the bond they shared. Y/N also observed how Sangyeon, despite his usual reserve, seemed to open up slightly when interacting with Jisoo.

As the days turned into weeks, Y/N continued to see Sangyeon in the same pattern: brief, polite interactions that never ventured beyond the surface. She found herself wondering about him more frequently, intrigued by the subtle hints of his personality she’d glimpsed during their conversations. The distance he maintained was respectful, but it left her with an impression of him as a solitary figure, someone who navigated life with a sense of quiet dignity.

One chilly autumn afternoon, Y/N decided to take the children outside for a bit of fresh air and a nature walk around the school’s playground. The crisp air and vibrant fall colors created a perfect backdrop for exploration. As the children gathered around, eagerly examining fallen leaves and acorns, Y/N glanced up to see Sangyeon arriving to pick up Jisoo.

Sangyeon approached with his usual calm demeanor, his eyes scanning the playground before landing on Jisoo. He waved to Y/N as he walked over, a small, polite smile on his face.

“Hi, Ms. Y/N,” Sangyeon said, his voice carrying a hint of warmth. “It looks like a beautiful day for a walk.”

“It really is,” Y/N agreed. “The children are having a blast exploring the fall scenery. Jisoo’s been very engaged in finding different types of leaves.”

Sangyeon nodded, his gaze shifting to Jisoo, who was eagerly showing off a particularly large leaf he had found. “He’s always had a keen interest in nature. I remember him getting excited about bugs and plants when he was younger.”

“That’s wonderful,” Y/N said, smiling. “It’s great to see his curiosity about the world around him.”

Sangyeon’s eyes met Y/N’s, and for a moment, there was a fleeting connection—a brief understanding that went beyond words. Y/N could see that Sangyeon’s life was intricately tied to Jisoo’s well-being, and it was clear that he was a significant figure in the boy’s life.

As the bell rang, signaling the end of their outdoor playtime, Y/N gathered the children and began ushering them back inside. Sangyeon and Jisoo prepared to leave, and as they walked toward the exit, Sangyeon glanced back at Y/N with a thoughtful expression.

“Thank you for today, Ms. Y/N,” Sangyeon said. “I appreciate the extra effort you put into making things special for the kids.”

“It’s my pleasure,” Y/N replied. “They bring so much joy to the classroom. It’s easy to go the extra mile for them.”

As Sangyeon and Jisoo left, Y/N watched them go, her thoughts lingering on the man who was so devoted to his child. She couldn’t help but wonder about his life outside of these brief interactions—about what made him tick, what his days were like, and how he managed to balance everything with such quiet grace.

It was a slow burn, this growing curiosity about Sangyeon. There were no grand gestures or dramatic revelations yet, just small moments of connection that hinted at a deeper story. Y/N understood that getting to know someone took time, and she was prepared to be patient.

As she finished tidying up the classroom and prepared to leave for the day, Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling that her interactions with Sangyeon were just the beginning. The slow, deliberate pace of their connection was a reflection of the care and consideration that defined both of their lives. And though they hadn’t yet ventured beyond the surface, Y/N had a sense that there was more to discover—a journey that would unfold in its own time.

The school year continued to flow smoothly, with each day bringing its own set of routines, joys, and small surprises. Y/N’s classroom was a place of constant activity, from the bustling of the children during free play to the focused quiet of storytime. Despite the predictable rhythm, Y/N found herself increasingly intrigued by Sangyeon Lee, whose presence seemed to linger just beyond the edges of her everyday life.

Sangyeon’s routine was consistent: he would drop Jisoo off in the morning, briefly exchange pleasantries with Y/N, and then pick him up in the afternoon, often with a small, meaningful conversation about Jisoo’s day. His interactions with the other parents were minimal, and while Y/N respected his preference for privacy, she couldn’t help but wonder about the man behind the reserved exterior.

One chilly November morning, the school was preparing for its annual fall festival—a much-anticipated event filled with games, crafts, and a small fair. Y/N and her colleagues were bustling with preparations, decorating the hallways with autumn leaves and setting up tables for various activities. The children were excited, chattering about the upcoming festival, and Y/N was in the midst of coordinating the event details.

As the festival day approached, Y/N noticed that the parents were more involved than usual, volunteering their time and resources to help make the event a success. Sangyeon, as always, arrived promptly to drop off Jisoo. Y/N observed him from a distance, noting the slight weariness in his eyes but also the genuine smile he offered Jisoo.

“Good morning, Mr. Lee,” Y/N said as she greeted him by the classroom door. “I hope you’re doing well. We’re getting ready for the festival, and the kids are really excited.”

Sangyeon’s gaze softened as he looked at Y/N. “Good morning, Ms. Y/N. I’m sure it will be a great event. Jisoo’s been talking about it non-stop.”

“He’s one of the most enthusiastic little helpers we’ve got,” Y/N said with a laugh. “He’s been looking forward to the crafts and games all week.”

Sangyeon smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “I’m glad to hear that. He’s always been so eager to participate in anything creative.”

As Jisoo bounced into the classroom, ready for the day, Y/N noticed that Sangyeon seemed a little more relaxed than usual. His smile lingered as he watched Jisoo join his friends, his gaze shifting back to Y/N.

“If you need any extra hands for the festival setup,” Sangyeon offered, “I’d be happy to help out. I know you’ve got a lot on your plate.”

Y/N was pleasantly surprised by the offer. “That would be wonderful, Mr. Lee. We could definitely use an extra set of hands. If you’re free this afternoon, we’d love to have you join us.”

“I’ll be there,” Sangyeon said with a nod. “Just let me know what needs to be done.”

The festival day arrived with a crisp, clear sky and a slight chill in the air. The school grounds were transformed into a vibrant celebration of fall, with colorful decorations, festive music, and the scent of baked goods wafting through the air. Parents and children filled the space, their laughter and chatter creating a lively atmosphere.

Y/N and her colleagues were busy at various activity stations, helping the children with crafts, games, and treats. Amid the chaos, Y/N caught sight of Sangyeon arriving, his presence adding a touch of calm to the bustling scene. He wore a casual, cozy sweater and jeans, looking relaxed and approachable.

Sangyeon approached Y/N, his hands tucked into the pockets of his sweater. “I’m here as promised. What can I do to help?”

Y/N smiled, grateful for his assistance. “Great to see you, Mr. Lee. We could use some help with setting up the craft station and supervising the games. If you’d like, you can start with the craft tables. They’re in need of a little organization.”

“Sounds good,” Sangyeon replied, rolling up his sleeves. “I’ll get right on it.”

As Sangyeon worked, Y/N couldn’t help but notice the way he moved with a sense of purpose and calm. He quickly adapted to the tasks, organizing supplies and assisting the children with their crafts. His interactions with the kids were gentle and encouraging, and Y/N observed that he had a natural ability to connect with them.

Throughout the afternoon, Y/N and Sangyeon exchanged occasional glances and brief conversations as they worked side by side. There was a comfortable rhythm to their interactions, a shared sense of purpose in making the festival a success. Y/N appreciated Sangyeon’s willingness to help and the ease with which he integrated into the event.

At one point, as Y/N was setting up a game booth, she noticed Sangyeon helping Jisoo with a craft project. The sight of them working together, Jisoo’s face lit up with concentration and Sangyeon’s gentle guidance, brought a smile to Y/N’s face.

Sangyeon caught her watching and gave her a small, knowing smile. “I think Jisoo’s found his new favorite activity,” he said with a chuckle.

“It looks like he’s having a great time,” Y/N replied. “Thanks again for helping out. It’s made a big difference.”

“Glad to be of assistance,” Sangyeon said. “It’s nice to see everyone having fun.”

As the festival drew to a close, Y/N and Sangyeon helped clean up, packing away supplies and dismantling the various activity stations. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm, golden glow over the school grounds. The festival had been a success, and Y/N felt a deep sense of satisfaction as she surveyed the results of their hard work.

Sangyeon, carrying a box of leftover supplies, walked alongside Y/N as they headed toward the staff room. “I hope you had a good time,” he said, his tone light and casual. “I know these events can be a lot of work.”

“I did,” Y/N said with a smile. “It was a lot of fun, and I’m grateful for your help. It made everything run a lot smoother.”

Sangyeon nodded, his expression thoughtful. “I’m glad to hear that. I enjoyed being a part of it. Jisoo had a blast, and that’s what matters most.”

As they reached the staff room, Y/N stopped and turned to Sangyeon. “Thank you again for your support. It means a lot to us.”

Sangyeon smiled warmly. “Anytime. It’s the least I can do.”

Y/N watched as Sangyeon headed toward the exit, Jisoo at his side. There was a sense of quiet contentment in the way he interacted with Jisoo, a subtle but profound bond that spoke volumes about his character. Y/N found herself reflecting on the small moments of connection she had experienced with Sangyeon and wondered about the story behind his reserved demeanor.

In the following days, Y/N continued to observe Sangyeon from a distance, noting the little things that revealed his dedication and care. He was always punctual, always polite, and always attentive to Jisoo’s needs. His interactions with the other parents remained minimal, but Y/N sensed a quiet strength in him, a depth that went beyond surface appearances.

The slow burn of their connection continued to unfold, marked by brief exchanges and fleeting moments of understanding. Y/N remained patient, respecting Sangyeon’s boundaries while quietly hoping for opportunities to get to know him better.

As the weeks went by, Y/N’s curiosity about Sangyeon remained, but she also understood that building a connection took time. The unspoken bond between them grew slowly, grounded in mutual respect and shared experiences. For now, Y/N was content with the steady rhythm of their interactions, knowing that each moment was a step toward a deeper understanding.

The winter season arrived gently, bringing with it a crisp chill and the promise of holiday cheer. The school had decorated its halls with festive ornaments and twinkling lights, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere for the children and their families. Y/N was busy preparing for the end-of-year celebrations and organizing the annual awards ceremony, a highlight for the students who had shown outstanding progress and achievements throughout the year.

The awards ceremony was an eagerly anticipated event, and Y/N was excited to see the children’s faces light up as they received recognition for their hard work. Jisoo, as always, had been enthusiastic about the event, often talking about it with his friends and showing off his progress in class.

In the weeks leading up to the ceremony, Y/N had noticed Jisoo’s increasing dedication to his studies. He had been particularly focused, his efforts reflecting in his improved grades and enthusiastic participation in class activities. It was no surprise to her when Jisoo’s name appeared on the list of award recipients.

The day of the ceremony arrived, and the school gymnasium was transformed into a festive space, with colorful decorations and a stage set up for the awards presentation. Parents, teachers, and students filled the seats, eagerly awaiting the start of the event. Y/N was stationed at the front, ready to give a short speech and present the awards.

As the ceremony began, Y/N stood at the podium, her eyes scanning the audience. The excitement in the room was palpable, and Y/N felt a sense of pride as she saw the students’ anticipation. The awards were handed out one by one, with each child receiving applause and congratulations for their accomplishments.

When it was Jisoo’s turn, Y/N’s heart swelled with pride. She called Jisoo’s name, and he bounded up to the stage with his usual enthusiasm, his eyes shining with excitement. Y/N presented him with his award, a certificate recognizing his exceptional progress and dedication. As she handed him the certificate, she couldn’t help but notice how proud Sangyeon looked from his seat in the audience, his smile evident even from a distance.

After the ceremony, Y/N made her way through the crowd, seeking out Jisoo and his “father” to offer her congratulations. She spotted Sangyeon standing with Jisoo near the refreshments table, his demeanor relaxed as he chatted with other parents. Y/N approached them with a warm smile.

“Mr. Lee,” Y/N greeted him, her tone filled with genuine enthusiasm. “Congratulations on Jisoo’s award. He’s worked so hard, and it’s wonderful to see his efforts recognized.”

Sangyeon turned to her, his smile widening. “Thank you, Ms. Y/N. Jisoo’s been so excited about today. He’s really been putting in a lot of effort.”

“It shows,” Y/N said, her gaze shifting to Jisoo, who was beaming with pride as he clutched his award. “He’s done an amazing job.”

Jisoo looked up at Y/N with wide, admiring eyes. “Thank you, Ms. Y/N! I couldn’t have done it without you.”

Y/N’s heart melted at the sight of Jisoo’s enthusiasm. “You did all the hard work, Jisoo. I’m just glad I could help.”

As they chatted, Y/N couldn’t help but notice how Sangyeon’s eyes softened when he looked at Jisoo. There was a deep, genuine affection in his gaze, a reflection of the bond they shared. Y/N admired the way Sangyeon supported Jisoo, his quiet presence a comforting reassurance for the young boy.

“I wanted to thank you for everything you do for Jisoo,” Sangyeon said, his tone sincere. “He really enjoys being in your class. It’s made a big difference for him.”

Y/N felt a flush of pleasure at his words. “That means a lot to me, Mr. Lee. I enjoy having Jisoo in class. He’s a wonderful student.”

As they continued to talk, Y/N felt a growing sense of connection with Sangyeon. Their interactions had always been pleasant, but there was something different about the way he spoke to her today. It was as if the barriers between them were starting to crumble, allowing for a more genuine and open conversation.

The evening wore on, and the awards ceremony concluded with a festive gathering in the school’s cafeteria. Parents and children mingled, enjoying the refreshments and celebrating the accomplishments of the students. Y/N found herself engaged in conversations with various parents, but her thoughts kept drifting back to Sangyeon and Jisoo.

At one point, Y/N found herself near Sangyeon again, who was helping Jisoo with a plate of cookies. She decided to join them, hoping to continue their conversation from earlier.

“Jisoo looks very pleased with his award,” Y/N said as she approached.

“He is,” Sangyeon agreed, his gaze fond as he watched Jisoo eagerly nibbling on a cookie. “He’s been talking about this event for weeks.”

“It’s wonderful to see him so excited,” Y/N said. “You must be very proud.”

Sangyeon chuckled. “I am. He’s put in a lot of hard work, and it’s nice to see it paying off.”

As they continued to chat, Y/N found herself feeling increasingly comfortable around Sangyeon. His demeanor was warm and engaging, and their conversation flowed easily. She learned more about Jisoo’s interests and hobbies, and Sangyeon shared a few anecdotes about his nephew’s achievements and challenges.

Their conversation was interrupted by Jisoo, who tugged at Sangyeon’s sleeve, eager to show him a drawing he had made during the ceremony. Sangyeon crouched down to admire the drawing, his eyes lighting up with genuine admiration.

“That’s a fantastic drawing, Jisoo,” Sangyeon said, his voice filled with pride. “You’ve really captured the spirit of the festival.”

Jisoo beamed, clearly pleased by the compliment. “Thank you, Uncle Sangyeon!”

Y/N watched the exchange with a sense of warmth, appreciating the strong bond between Sangyeon and Jisoo. It was clear that Sangyeon was deeply involved in Jisoo’s life, and Y/N admired his dedication and care.

As the evening came to a close, Y/N prepared to say her goodbyes. She felt a sense of contentment from the successful event and the pleasant interactions she had shared with Sangyeon and Jisoo.

“Mr. Lee,” Y/N said as she approached him one last time. “Thank you again for coming and for all your support. It’s been a pleasure to see Jisoo shine tonight.”

Sangyeon nodded, his expression sincere. “Thank you, Ms. Y/N. It’s been a pleasure to be here. We appreciate everything you do for Jisoo.”

Y/N smiled, feeling a bit of reluctance as she prepared to leave. “Have a great evening, Mr. Lee. I hope you and Jisoo enjoy the rest of the holiday season.”

“You too, Ms. Y/N,” Sangyeon said warmly. “Take care.”

As Y/N watched Sangyeon and Jisoo leave, she felt a lingering sense of curiosity about Sangyeon. Their interactions had been pleasant and meaningful, but she still felt like there was more to discover about him. Despite the slow pace of their budding connection, Y/N found herself looking forward to the possibility of getting to know Sangyeon better in the future.

For now, Y/N was content with the steady rhythm of their interactions. The end-of-year celebrations had brought a sense of closure and accomplishment, and Y/N was eager to see what the new year would bring. She continued to appreciate the quiet moments of connection with Sangyeon, knowing that each interaction was a step toward a deeper understanding.

The slow burn of their relationship continued, marked by small, meaningful exchanges and shared experiences. Y/N remained patient, respecting Sangyeon’s boundaries while quietly hoping for opportunities to build a stronger connection.

Winter deepened, and the holiday season cast its festive glow over the school. The children were buzzing with excitement for the winter break and the upcoming holiday festivities. For Y/N, this time of year was a whirlwind of activity, balancing preparations for the holiday party with the regular demands of teaching. Amidst the bustle, her thoughts often drifted to Sangyeon Lee, intrigued by the glimpses of depth she had begun to see.

One crisp December afternoon, the school hosted a winter-themed family day, inviting parents to join their children for an afternoon of crafts, games, and seasonal treats. Y/N had been busy setting up the classroom for the event, arranging tables and decorations, and preparing for the activities that would keep the children entertained.

As the school’s doors opened, families streamed in, bringing with them the warmth and cheer of the season. Y/N greeted parents and children with a smile, guiding them to their designated areas and making sure everyone felt welcome. The atmosphere was lively and festive, with laughter and chatter filling the air.

The highlight of the day was a holiday craft project, where children and their families could create their own decorations to take home. Y/N had set up tables with various craft supplies, including colored paper, glitter, glue, and stickers. The children eagerly gathered around the tables, their eyes wide with excitement as they began to create their holiday masterpieces.

Y/N was in her element, moving from table to table, offering assistance and encouragement. She was especially attentive to Jisoo, who was working on a particularly elaborate snowflake decoration. Sangyeon was there too, his presence a comforting fixture as he helped Jisoo with his project.

“Mr. Lee,” Y/N greeted Sangyeon with a warm smile as she approached their table. “It’s great to see you here today. Jisoo’s really getting into his craft project.”

Sangyeon looked up from the table, his expression pleased. “Thank you, Ms. Y/N. Jisoo’s been looking forward to this all week. It’s nice to see him so engaged.”

Jisoo looked up from his work, his face alight with enthusiasm. “Look at my snowflake, Ms. Y/N! I’m going to hang it in my room!”

Y/N leaned in to admire Jisoo’s creation. “That’s fantastic, Jisoo! It’s going to look great in your room.”

As Y/N helped Jisoo with a tricky part of his project, she found herself in a comfortable conversation with Sangyeon. They talked about the holiday plans, the children’s excitement, and even a bit about their own holiday traditions. Y/N noticed that Sangyeon’s demeanor was more relaxed and open than usual, and she could sense a hint of personal insight in his responses.

“I have to admit,” Sangyeon said as he adjusted a piece of glitter on Jisoo’s snowflake, “I’m not very crafty myself. Jisoo’s got a talent for this that I don’t.”

Y/N chuckled. “Crafting isn’t everyone’s forte, but you’re doing a great job helping him. It’s the thought that counts.”

Sangyeon smiled, a touch of gratitude in his eyes. “Thanks. It’s nice to be able to share this time with him. I know how much it means to him.”

Their conversation flowed easily, and Y/N began to appreciate the layers of Sangyeon’s personality that were slowly revealing themselves. He spoke with a quiet sincerity, and there was an underlying warmth in his words that hinted at a deeper connection with his nephew.

As the craft session continued, Y/N and Sangyeon worked side by side, occasionally glancing at each other and sharing smiles. The atmosphere was relaxed and pleasant, and Y/N felt a growing sense of ease in Sangyeon’s company. She noticed how attentive he was to Jisoo’s needs, his patience and care evident in every interaction.

The event moved on to a holiday-themed game, and Y/N took part in organizing the children for a round of “Holiday Bingo.” The game was a hit, with kids excitedly marking off their cards and cheering as they called out their “Bingo!”s. Sangyeon joined in, enthusiastically participating with Jisoo, and Y/N couldn’t help but admire his ability to engage with the children and make the event enjoyable for everyone.

As the afternoon wore on, the festive spirit was in full swing. Families mingled, enjoyed refreshments, and participated in various activities. Y/N found herself standing near the refreshment table, taking a brief break and observing the scene around her. Sangyeon and Jisoo were seated at a nearby table, enjoying hot cocoa and cookies, their conversation animated and full of laughter.

Y/N approached them, carrying a tray of cookies. “I thought you might like a little holiday treat,” she said, offering the tray.

Sangyeon accepted a cookie with a smile. “Thank you, Ms. Y/N. These look delicious.”

Jisoo eagerly reached for a cookie, his face lighting up with delight. “Thanks, Ms. Y/N!”

As they enjoyed their treats, Y/N and Sangyeon continued their conversation. They talked about their favorite holiday traditions, shared stories from their childhood, and even discussed their plans for the upcoming year. Y/N was struck by how open Sangyeon was becoming, revealing small glimpses of his personal life and experiences.

At one point, Y/N asked, “So, Mr. Lee, do you have any special holiday traditions you look forward to each year?”

Sangyeon paused for a moment, considering the question. “Actually, we do have a tradition in our family. Every year, we make a big holiday meal together and then spend the evening watching holiday movies. It’s a nice way to unwind and enjoy each other’s company.”

“That sounds lovely,” Y/N said, genuinely interested. “Do you have a favorite holiday movie?”

Sangyeon chuckled. “I have to admit, I’m a sucker for the classics. ‘It’s a Wonderful Life’ is always a favorite.”

Y/N’s eyes brightened. “That’s one of my favorites too! It’s such a heartwarming film.”

Their conversation continued, and Y/N found herself increasingly drawn to Sangyeon’s sincerity and warmth. He spoke with a kind of understated charm, and there was an easygoing nature to him that made their interactions enjoyable. Despite the slow pace of their developing relationship, Y/N felt a growing sense of connection and curiosity about him.

As the event drew to a close, Y/N found herself reluctant to say goodbye. The afternoon had been pleasant, filled with laughter and meaningful conversation. She felt a sense of satisfaction from the successful event and the positive interactions she had shared with Sangyeon and Jisoo.

Before they parted ways, Y/N took a moment to express her gratitude. “Thank you for coming today, Mr. Lee. It’s been wonderful to see you and Jisoo enjoying the festivities.”

Sangyeon nodded, his smile warm. “Thank you for organizing such a fantastic event, Ms. Y/N. Jisoo had a great time.”

Y/N felt a pang of reluctance as she prepared to leave. “I hope you and Jisoo have a wonderful holiday season. I’m looking forward to seeing you both again soon.”

“You too, Ms. Y/N,” Sangyeon said. “Take care.”

As Y/N watched Sangyeon and Jisoo leave, she felt a mixture of contentment and anticipation. Their interactions had deepened, and Y/N found herself increasingly intrigued by Sangyeon.

For now, Y/N was content with the gradual progress and the glimpses of truth she had begun to uncover. The slow burn of their relationship continued, marked by small, meaningful exchanges and shared experiences. Y/N remained patient, respecting Sangyeon’s boundaries while quietly hoping for opportunities to build a deeper connection.

The holiday season passed, bringing with it a sense of renewal and possibility. Y/N looked forward to the new year with optimism, eager to see how her relationship with Sangyeon would evolve. She appreciated the steady rhythm of their interactions and the growing sense of understanding between them.

The path ahead was uncertain, but Y/N was ready to embrace the journey, knowing that every step, no matter how small, was a step toward discovering the depth of their connection.

The winter months continued their gentle hold over the city, the cold air mingling with the warmth of emerging friendships and budding connections. As the days grew longer and the snow began to recede, Y/N and Sangyeon’s interactions had become a comforting routine.

In the following weeks, Y/N and Sangyeon began to spend more time together outside of school, though their interactions remained subtle and low-key. They exchanged casual text messages, often discussing their daily lives and sharing recommendations for books, movies, and local events. Their conversations were filled with light-hearted banter and genuine interest, creating a solid foundation for their growing friendship.

One chilly afternoon, as Y/N was preparing for a new week at school, she received a text from Sangyeon.

Sangyeon: “Hey, Ms. Y/N. I’m planning to visit the local farmer’s market this Saturday. They’re supposed to have some great winter produce. Would you be interested in joining me?”

Y/N paused for a moment, contemplating the invitation. The idea of spending more time with Sangyeon appealed to her, and the farmer’s market seemed like a pleasant way to do so. She quickly typed out a response.

Y/N: “That sounds lovely! I’d be happy to join you. What time were you thinking of going?”

Sangyeon: “How about 10 AM? We can grab a coffee first and then head to the market.”

Y/N: “Perfect. See you then!”

The anticipation of their outing brought a smile to Y/N’s face. She spent the rest of the week looking forward to the Saturday morning adventure, curious about what the farmer’s market had to offer.

Saturday arrived with a crisp, clear sky and a hint of warmth in the air. Y/N dressed warmly but comfortably, opting for a cozy sweater and a pair of jeans. She made her way to the café where they had previously met, eager to see Sangyeon and start their day.

When she arrived at the café, she found Sangyeon already waiting at a corner table, his warm smile greeting her as she walked in.

“Hi, Ms. Y/N,” Sangyeon said, standing up to greet her. “I hope you’re ready for a fun morning.”

“I am,” Y/N replied, returning his smile. “It’s great to see you again.”

They ordered their coffees and settled into their seats, chatting about their week and exchanging stories about their various activities. The conversation flowed effortlessly, and Y/N felt a growing sense of comfort in Sangyeon’s presence. The slow and steady progression of their relationship was creating a solid foundation for their budding connection.

After finishing their coffee, they made their way to the farmer’s market. The market was bustling with activity, vendors showcasing their fresh produce, baked goods, and handmade crafts. The air was filled with the aroma of fresh bread and roasted nuts, creating an inviting atmosphere.

Sangyeon led the way, guiding Y/N through the various stalls. “I thought we could start by checking out the vegetable stands. They’re supposed to have some amazing winter vegetables.”

Y/N nodded, her curiosity piqued. “That sounds like a great idea. I’ve been meaning to try cooking with some new ingredients.”

They spent the next hour exploring the market, sampling fresh produce and chatting with vendors. Sangyeon’s enthusiasm for the different products was infectious, and Y/N found herself enjoying the experience more than she had anticipated.

As they strolled through the market, Sangyeon pointed out his favorite stalls and shared tips on selecting the best ingredients. His knowledge and passion for cooking were evident, and Y/N admired his expertise.

“You really know your way around the market,” Y/N remarked, picking up a bunch of vibrant carrots.

Sangyeon grinned. “I’ve spent a lot of time here over the years. It’s one of my favorite places to find fresh ingredients.”

Their conversation continued as they wandered through the market, discussing their favorite recipes and cooking techniques. The slow pace of their interaction allowed them to learn more about each other’s preferences and interests, deepening their connection.

After purchasing a variety of items, they decided to take a break and enjoy a snack from one of the food vendors. They sat on a nearby bench, savoring warm pastries and hot chocolate as they continued their conversation.

“This is really nice,” Y/N said, taking a sip of her drink. “I’ve enjoyed spending time with you and exploring the market.”

Sangyeon nodded in agreement. “I’ve had a great time too. It’s nice to have the opportunity to get to know each other better outside of the classroom.”

Their conversation shifted to more personal topics as they continued to chat. Y/N shared stories about her childhood and her journey to becoming a kindergarten teacher, while Sangyeon opened up about his own experiences and aspirations.

The sun was dipping below the horizon, casting a soft, golden hue over the emptying farmer’s market. Y/N and Sangyeon walked slowly, their bags filled with fresh produce, the energy of the day settling into a peaceful lull. They had been at the market for hours, chatting with local vendors, trying samples, and picking out what felt like half the stalls’ worth of vegetables and fruits.

Y/N nudged Sangyeon lightly. “I think we’ve officially cleaned out the entire market,” she said with a laugh, glancing down at the bags in her hands.

Sangyeon grinned, shifting the weight of his own bags. “Jisoo’s going to be happy about it, though. He’ll eat just about anything as long as it’s fresh.”

Y/N smiled fondly. “He’s such a sweet kid. I can’t believe how well-behaved and smart he is at such a young age. You are really doing an amazing job.”

Sangyeon slowed slightly, his smile fading into something more thoughtful. “Uh, actually… I should probably clear something up.”

Y/N looked up at him, a puzzled expression crossing her face. “What do you mean?”

He sighed, adjusting the bag on his shoulder before meeting her gaze. “Jisoo—he’s not my son. I’m just his uncle.”

Y/N stopped in her tracks, eyes widening as she processed what he just said. “Wait, what?”

Sangyeon gave her a sheepish smile, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah… both of his parents are around. They’re actually really great, but they work a lot. So, I’ve been helping out whenever I can. He spends a lot of time with me, and I guess people just assume I’m his dad. It never felt important enough to correct.”

Y/N blinked a few times, her mind spinning. “I’ve been calling you ‘his dad’ this whole time… and you just let me?”

Sangyeon chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “I thought it was kind of funny, honestly. And… I don’t know, I guess I liked the idea of being seen that way, even if it wasn’t true.”

Y/N shook her head, laughing despite herself. “You should have told me sooner! I feel like an idiot.”

“Hey,” Sangyeon said, his voice gentle. “Don’t feel bad. Jisoo’s close to me, and I’m close to him. That’s all that matters, right?”

Y/N’s laughter died down, and she gave him a warm smile. “Yeah. You’re right. It’s really sweet that you’re so involved in his life.”

Sangyeon’s expression softened, and they started walking again, the moment of tension dissipating. “Thanks. He’s a good kid. It’s hard not to want to be there for him.”

As they walked through the nearly empty market, Y/N found herself looking at Sangyeon differently. There was something endearing about the way he talked about his family, his dedication to Jisoo. And now, knowing the truth, it felt like there was a layer of vulnerability she hadn’t seen before.

“It’s been a wonderful day,” Y/N said as they approached the exit of the market. “Thank you for inviting me.”

“It was my pleasure,” Sangyeon replied, his smile warm and genuine. “I’ve enjoyed every moment of it.”

They exchanged a final goodbye and promised to keep in touch. Y/N walked home with a sense of contentment, reflecting on the day’s events. The gradual progression of their relationship was creating a solid foundation, and she felt optimistic about the future.

The following week, Y/N and Sangyeon continued their regular interactions, often exchanging messages and occasionally meeting for coffee or brief catch-ups. Their connection continued to grow, marked by moments of shared laughter and mutual understanding.

One evening, as Y/N was preparing for bed, she received a text from Sangyeon.

Sangyeon: “Hey, Ms. Y/N. I was thinking it might be nice to go for a walk in the park this weekend. The weather’s supposed to be nice. What do you think?”

Y/N smiled at the invitation, her excitement evident. Y/N: “That sounds lovely. I’d enjoy that. What time were you thinking?”

Sangyeon: “How about Sunday afternoon? We can meet at the park entrance at 2 PM.”

Y/N: “Perfect. I’ll see you then!”

As the weekend approached, Y/N looked forward to their park outing with anticipation. The slow and steady progression of their relationship had created a comfortable and meaningful connection, and she was eager to continue exploring the possibilities.

Sunday afternoon arrived with clear skies and a gentle breeze. Y/N arrived at the park entrance a bit early, taking in the beauty of the surroundings. The park was a tranquil oasis, with lush greenery and winding paths that offered a peaceful retreat from the city.

When Sangyeon arrived, he greeted Y/N with his usual warm smile. “Hi, Ms. Y/N. Ready for a walk?”

“Hi, Mr. Lee,” Y/N replied, returning his smile. “I’m ready. This park is beautiful.”

They began their walk, following one of the scenic trails that meandered through the park. The conversation flowed naturally, as they talked about their favorite parks, outdoor activities, and their experiences with nature.

As they walked, Y/N and Sangyeon continued to enjoy each other’s company. The slow pace of their interactions allowed them to appreciate the small moments of connection and understanding.

By the end of the walk, as the sun began to set, Y/N and Sangyeon found a quiet spot to sit and enjoy the view. They shared a comfortable silence, taking in the beauty of the park and the peaceful atmosphere.

“This has been a really nice day,” Y/N said, breaking the silence. “I’ve enjoyed our time together.”

Sangyeon nodded, his expression thoughtful. “I’ve enjoyed it too. It’s been great getting to know you better.”

Their conversation continued as they relaxed in the park, their connection deepening with each shared moment. The slow and steady progression of their relationship was creating a solid foundation for something meaningful, and Y/N couldn’t help but feel optimistic about the future.

As the evening drew to a close, Y/N and Sangyeon exchanged warm goodbyes, each looking forward to the next opportunity to spend time together. The path of their relationship was unfolding gradually.

Spring had arrived in the city, bringing with it a sense of renewal and fresh beginnings. The trees were budding with vibrant green leaves, and the flowers were blooming in a riot of colors. The park, where Y/N and Sangyeon had taken their walks, now looked even more inviting. The season’s change seemed to mirror the evolving nature of their relationship.

Y/N and Sangyeon had continued their slow progression, meeting regularly for coffee, walks in the park, and occasionally sharing meals. Their connection had deepened, marked by a growing sense of comfort and mutual understanding. Their interactions remained grounded and genuine, allowing them both to savor each moment.

One sunny Saturday morning, Y/N found herself looking forward to another outing with Sangyeon. They had planned a visit to a local art fair, something Y/N had been excited about for weeks. Art had always been a passion of hers, and she was eager to share this experience with Sangyeon.

She arrived at the art fair a bit early, taking in the vibrant atmosphere as artists showcased their work in colorful tents and booths. The air was filled with the sounds of cheerful chatter, and the scent of freshly baked treats wafted through the fairgrounds.

Y/N was admiring a collection of paintings when she spotted Sangyeon walking toward her, his warm smile greeting her from afar. He approached with a light-hearted bounce in his step, clearly excited about the day.

“Hi, Ms. Y/N!” Sangyeon called out, his voice filled with enthusiasm. “This place looks amazing. I’ve been looking forward to it.”

“Hi, Mr. Lee,” Y/N replied, returning his smile. “I’m glad you could make it. I’ve been eager to explore the art fair with you.”

They spent the next few hours strolling through the fair, stopping at various booths to admire the artwork. The array of paintings, sculptures, and crafts was impressive, and Y/N found herself captivated by the creativity on display.

Sangyeon, though less familiar with the art world, showed genuine interest in Y/N’s observations and opinions. They discussed the various pieces they encountered, with Y/N explaining the techniques and styles that intrigued her.

“This painting is stunning,” Y/N said, pointing to a vibrant piece featuring a serene landscape. “I love the use of color and light. It really captures the essence of tranquility.”

Sangyeon nodded, studying the painting with newfound appreciation. “I can see that. It’s amazing how art can evoke such strong emotions. I wouldn’t have noticed those details without your perspective.”

Their conversation flowed naturally, and they continued to explore the fair, enjoying each other’s company. The slow and steady progression of their relationship allowed them to appreciate these moments of connection and understanding.

After a few hours of browsing, they decided to take a break and grab a bite to eat. They found a cozy food stand offering an array of delicious options and settled at a nearby picnic table.

“This is a great spot,” Sangyeon said, taking a bite of his sandwich. “The food here is fantastic.”

“I agree,” Y/N replied, enjoying a tasty pastry. “It’s nice to have a chance to relax and chat after all that walking.”

Their conversation shifted to more personal topics as they continued to eat. They talked about their favorite artists, memorable experiences, and their future aspirations. Sangyeon opened up about his passion for cooking, sharing stories about his culinary adventures and favorite dishes.

“I’ve always wanted to try my hand at baking,” Sangyeon confessed. “There’s something so satisfying about creating something delicious from scratch.”

Y/N’s eyes lit up with interest. “That sounds wonderful. I’ve always enjoyed baking as well. Maybe we could exchange recipes sometime.”

Sangyeon’s smile widened. “I’d love that. It would be great to share our culinary creations with each other.”

The afternoon continued with a sense of ease and contentment. As they wrapped up their time at the art fair, Y/N and Sangyeon exchanged thoughts on their favorite pieces and experiences from the day.

“I’m really glad we came,” Y/N said, her voice reflecting genuine appreciation. “It’s been such a pleasure exploring the art fair with you.”

“Me too,” Sangyeon replied, his tone warm and sincere. “I’ve enjoyed every moment. It’s been great getting to know you better.”

They made plans to meet again soon, with Sangyeon suggesting another outing for next weekend. Y/N eagerly agreed, looking forward to the next opportunity to spend time together.

As they said their goodbyes, Y/N felt a growing sense of connection and excitement about the future. The slow, steady pace of their relationship had created a solid foundation, and she felt optimistic about the possibilities ahead.

The following week was filled with a mix of routine activities and anticipation for their next outing. Y/N continued her work at the kindergarten, enjoying the interactions with her students and the sense of fulfillment that came with her job. Sangyeon’s presence in her life had become a cherished part of her routine, and she looked forward to their time together.

One evening, as Y/N was preparing dinner at home, she received a text from Sangyeon.

Sangyeon: “Hey, Ms. Y/N. I was thinking it might be nice to have a picnic at the park this weekend. The weather’s supposed to be lovely. What do you think?”

Y/N’s face lit up with a smile. Y/N: “That sounds perfect! I’d love to have a picnic. What time were you thinking?”

Sangyeon: “How about Saturday afternoon? We can meet at the park entrance around 1 PM.”

Y/N: “Sounds great. I’ll see you then!”

The anticipation for their picnic filled Y/N with excitement. She spent the next few days preparing for the outing, packing a basket with a variety of delicious treats and planning a comfortable setup for their picnic.

Saturday arrived with clear skies and a gentle breeze. Y/N arrived at the park entrance with her picnic basket in hand, ready for the day’s adventure. Sangyeon was already waiting for her, his warm smile greeting her as she approached.

“Hi, Ms. Y/N,” Sangyeon said, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “I’m glad you could make it. Are you ready for a picnic?”

“Hi, Mr. Lee,” Y/N replied, returning his smile. “I’m definitely ready. I’ve got everything we need for a great picnic.”

They made their way to a shaded spot under a large oak tree, spreading out a blanket and setting up their picnic. The park was lively with families and friends enjoying the beautiful weather, adding to the cheerful atmosphere.

As they settled down and began to enjoy their picnic, their conversation flowed easily. They talked about their favorite outdoor activities, shared stories about past picnics, and discussed their plans for the summer.

“This picnic is wonderful,” Y/N said, taking a bite of one of the sandwiches she had prepared. “You picked a great spot.”

“I’m glad you like it,” Sangyeon replied, savoring a bite of fruit. “It’s been nice spending time together and enjoying the day.”

Their conversation continued as they relaxed in the park, enjoying the simple pleasure of each other’s company. The slow and steady pace of their relationship allowed them to appreciate these moments of connection and understanding.

As the afternoon wore on, Y/N and Sangyeon decided to take a leisurely walk around the park. They strolled along the winding paths, taking in the beauty of the blooming flowers and the vibrant greenery.

The day continued to unfold with a sense of ease and contentment. As the sun began to set, casting a warm golden glow over the park, Y/N and Sangyeon found a quiet spot to sit and enjoy the view.

“This has been such a lovely day,” Y/N said, her voice reflecting genuine appreciation. “I’ve really enjoyed our time together.”

Sangyeon nodded, his smile warm and sincere. “I’ve enjoyed it too. It’s been great getting to know you better and spending time together.”

As the days continued to pass, Y/N and Sangyeon’s connection continued to grow. Their interactions remained grounded and meaningful, marked by moments of shared laughter and understanding. The anticipation for their next outing kept Y/N excited, and she looked forward to exploring the possibilities of their evolving relationship.

Summer had fully settled into the city, with long, warm days and clear, starry nights. The park, where Y/N and Sangyeon had spent so much time together, now seemed like a magical place, bathed in golden sunlight. Their relationship had continued to develop at a slow, deliberate pace, with each moment spent together strengthening their bond.

The weeks leading up to the summer break were filled with anticipation and excitement for Y/N. Her students had been working hard, and she was proud of their progress. She continued to look forward to her time with Sangyeon, enjoying their leisurely outings and deepening conversations.

One particular Saturday morning, Y/N was bustling around her kitchen, preparing for a small gathering she had planned. She had invited Sangyeon over for brunch, hoping to celebrate the end of the school year with a relaxed and enjoyable meal. She had spent the previous evening preparing a variety of dishes, from freshly baked croissants to a colorful fruit salad.

The doorbell rang at precisely 10:30 AM, and Y/N hurried to answer it, wiping her hands on a towel. As she opened the door, she was greeted by Sangyeon’s warm smile and a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

“Good morning, Ms. Y/N,” Sangyeon said, his eyes twinkling with excitement. “I brought these for you. I thought they’d brighten your day.”

“Good morning, Mr. Lee,” Y/N replied, accepting the flowers with a grateful smile. “Thank you so much. They’re beautiful. Please, come in.”

Sangyeon stepped inside, looking around with interest. The aroma of freshly prepared food filled the air, and he could see the neatly arranged table set for their brunch.

“This looks amazing,” Sangyeon commented, his eyes widening in appreciation. “You’ve really outdone yourself.”

“I’m glad you think so,” Y/N said, feeling a flush of pride. “I wanted to make today special. I’ve been looking forward to spending some quality time with you.”

As they settled at the table, they began to enjoy the brunch Y/N had prepared. The conversation flowed naturally, with Sangyeon sharing anecdotes from his week and Y/N talking about her experiences with her students.

“I had a fantastic last day of school with the kids,” Y/N said, her eyes shining with enthusiasm. “They were so excited about the summer break, and we had a little party to celebrate.”

“That sounds wonderful,” Sangyeon replied. “I bet they were thrilled. You always seem to make every day special for them.”

Y/N’s cheeks flushed slightly at the compliment. “Thank you. It’s really important to me that they have a positive experience. And I’ve loved having the chance to get to know them.”

Their conversation continued as they enjoyed the meal, filled with laughter and shared stories. The atmosphere was relaxed and comfortable, with both Y/N and Sangyeon feeling at ease in each other’s company.

After brunch, they decided to take a leisurely walk around Y/N’s neighborhood. The summer weather was perfect for a stroll, with a gentle breeze and the sun shining brightly overhead.

As they walked, their conversation turned to their plans for the summer. Y/N shared her excitement about a trip she had planned to a nearby coastal town, where she hoped to spend some time relaxing by the beach and exploring the local sights.

“I’ve been looking forward to this trip for weeks,” Y/N said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “I’ve always loved the beach, and I think it will be a great way to unwind after the school year.”

“That sounds fantastic,” Sangyeon said, nodding in agreement. “I’ve always enjoyed beach trips too. There’s something so refreshing about the ocean and the sand.”

Their discussion continued as they wandered through the neighborhood, taking in the sights and enjoying each other’s company. The slow and steady progression of their relationship allowed them to savor these moments of connection and understanding.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm golden glow over the city, Y/N and Sangyeon found themselves back at her apartment. They decided to sit on the balcony and enjoy the view of the city lights as they continued their conversation.

“I’ve really enjoyed today,” Sangyeon said, his voice sincere. “It’s been nice to spend some quality time together and get to know each other better.”

“Me too,” Y/N replied, her smile reflecting her feelings. “Today has been perfect. I’m really grateful for the time we’ve spent together.”

They continued to talk as the evening wore on, discussing their favorite books, movies, and music. The conversation flowed easily, and they found themselves laughing and sharing personal stories.

As the night drew to a close, Sangyeon stood up, preparing to head home. “Thank you for a wonderful day, Ms. Y/N. I’ve had a great time.”

“You’re welcome, Mr. Lee,” Y/N said, standing up as well. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. I’m looking forward to our next outing.”

They exchanged a warm hug, both feeling a sense of contentment and anticipation for the future.

The following week brought a mix of routine activities and moments of anticipation. Y/N continued to prepare for her upcoming trip, excited about the opportunity to relax and unwind. She also looked forward to her next meeting with Sangyeon, eagerly anticipating their next adventure together.

One afternoon, Y/N received a message from Sangyeon.

Sangyeon: “Hi, Ms. Y/N. I was thinking it might be nice to have a small dinner party this weekend. I’d love for you to come. What do you think?”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat at the invitation. Y/N: “That sounds wonderful! I’d love to come. What time should I be there?”

Sangyeon: “How about 7 PM on Saturday? I’ll send you the address. I’m looking forward to it!”

Y/N: “I can’t wait. See you then!”

The anticipation for the dinner party added a new layer of excitement to Y/N’s week. She spent the next few days preparing for the event, carefully choosing an outfit and planning a small gift for Sangyeon as a token of her appreciation.

Saturday evening arrived, and Y/N found herself standing outside Sangyeon’s apartment building, holding a small bouquet of flowers. She had received the address earlier in the week and had been eagerly looking forward to the dinner party.

As she approached the entrance, she could hear the faint sounds of music and laughter coming from inside. She took a deep breath, adjusted her outfit, and pressed the buzzer for Sangyeon’s apartment.

“Hi, Ms. Y/N!” Sangyeon’s voice came through the intercom. “I’m so glad you could make it. Please come on up.”

The door buzzed open, and Y/N made her way to Sangyeon’s apartment. When she arrived, he greeted her with a warm smile and a friendly hug.

“Welcome!” Sangyeon said, taking the bouquet from Y/N. “Thank you for bringing these. They’re beautiful.”

“You’re welcome,” Y/N replied, feeling a bit nervous but excited. “Thank you for inviting me. I’m really looking forward to the evening.”

Sangyeon led her into the apartment, which was tastefully decorated and filled with the aroma of delicious food. The dining table was set with care, and the atmosphere was warm and inviting.

“Feel free to make yourself at home,” Sangyeon said, guiding Y/N to a comfortable seat. “The dinner will be ready soon, and we’ll have a chance to enjoy some great food and conversation.”

As they waited for the meal to be served, Sangyeon and Y/N continued their conversation, discussing their favorite recipes and sharing cooking tips. The relaxed atmosphere allowed them to connect on a deeper level, and Y/N felt a growing sense of comfort and familiarity.

When the dinner was finally served, it was clear that Sangyeon had put a lot of effort into preparing the meal. The table was filled with a variety of dishes, from savory main courses to delectable desserts.

“This looks incredible,” Y/N said, her eyes widening in appreciation. “You’ve really outdone yourself.”

“I’m glad you think so,” Sangyeon replied, smiling with pride. “I hope you enjoy everything. It’s been fun preparing this meal for you.”

As they enjoyed the dinner, their conversation continued to flow easily, filled with laughter and shared stories. The evening felt effortless, marked by moments of connection and understanding.

By the end of the night, as Y/N prepared to head home, she felt a deep sense of satisfaction and happiness. The slow, steady progression of their relationship had created a solid foundation, and she was excited about the future.

Sangyeon walked her to the door, his smile warm and genuine. “Thank you for coming tonight, Ms. Y/N. I had a great time.”

“You’re welcome, Mr. Lee,” Y/N replied, her smile reflecting her feelings. “Thank you for hosting such a lovely evening. I’m looking forward to our next adventure together.”

As Y/N made her way home, she reflected on the evening’s events with a sense of contentment.

The summer days in the small town continued to blend into one another, each one a testament to the warmth and depth of Y/N and Sangyeon’s growing connection. By now, their meetings had become a cherished part of their routine, and both looked forward to the time they spent together. Despite their slow progression, the bond between them was undeniable.

As the day for their next outing approached, Y/N found herself filled with both excitement and a touch of nervous anticipation. The promise of exploring a new town and spending more time with Sangyeon was invigorating. She took extra care in selecting her outfit for the day—a light blue sundress that flowed gracefully with her movements, paired with a simple white cardigan for a touch of elegance. The outfit was comfortable yet chic, perfect for a day of exploration and conversation.

The morning sun bathed the town in a golden glow, and Y/N arrived at the park entrance with a heart full of anticipation. She arrived a bit earlier than planned, wanting to savor the tranquility of the park before Sangyeon arrived. As she waited, she took in the sights and sounds around her—the distant laughter of children, the chirping of birds, and the rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze.

At exactly 10 AM, Sangyeon pulled up in his silver car, his arrival signaled by the soft rumble of the engine. He stepped out of the car, his presence striking and reassuring. Dressed in a casual button-down shirt and jeans, he looked effortlessly stylish and at ease. Y/N’s heart skipped a beat as he approached her with a warm smile.

“Good morning, Ms. Y/N,” Sangyeon greeted, his voice carrying a note of genuine enthusiasm. “Ready for our adventure?”

“Good morning, Mr. Lee,” Y/N responded, her smile matching his. “I’m very excited. This town looks amazing.”

Sangyeon opened the car door for Y/N, a gesture that made her heart flutter with appreciation. As they drove to the town, the conversation flowed naturally, with Sangyeon sharing interesting anecdotes about the area and Y/N chiming in with her own observations and stories. Their rapport was effortless, and the journey passed in what felt like the blink of an eye.

Upon reaching the town, Y/N was immediately struck by its charm. The cobblestone streets were lined with quaint shops and cozy cafes, and the air was filled with the scent of fresh pastries and blooming flowers. The town had a warm, welcoming atmosphere that made Y/N feel right at home.

Sangyeon parked the car, and they set off on foot, their exploration beginning with a visit to a renowned bakery. The bakery’s exterior was as charming as its interior, with pastel-colored awnings and flower boxes brimming with vibrant blooms. Inside, the aroma of freshly baked goods was irresistible.

“This place is famous for its cinnamon rolls,” Sangyeon said, leading Y/N to the counter. “I thought we should start with these.”

Y/N’s eyes widened with delight as she watched Sangyeon place the order. The cinnamon rolls were everything he had promised—soft, gooey, and perfectly spiced. She took a bite and closed her eyes, savoring the sweet, cinnamon flavor.

“This is incredible,” Y/N said, her voice filled with genuine appreciation. “You have excellent taste.”

“I’m glad you think so,” Sangyeon replied with a smile. “I’ve been coming here for years. It’s one of my favorite spots.”

They enjoyed their pastries and iced coffees at a cozy table by the window. The conversation continued to flow effortlessly, punctuated by shared laughter and moments of comfortable silence. It was clear that their time together was as enjoyable for Sangyeon as it was for Y/N.

After finishing their pastries, they strolled through the town, taking in the various shops and boutiques. They meandered through a charming bookstore, where they found themselves engrossed in discussions about their favorite authors and literary genres. Y/N selected a few books that piqued her interest, and Sangyeon made a mental note of her preferences, eager to surprise her with a thoughtful gift in the future.

As the day progressed, they decided to take a break for lunch at a quaint café with outdoor seating. The café was adorned with colorful flowers and provided a picturesque view of the town square. They ordered sandwiches and iced teas, and once again, the conversation was lively and engaging.

“I’ve had such a wonderful time today,” Y/N said, her voice filled with warmth. “It’s been so nice to explore this town with you.”

“I’ve enjoyed it too,” Sangyeon replied, his smile sincere. “It’s been great getting to know you better. I feel like we’ve really connected.”

After lunch, they decided to take a leisurely walk through a nearby park. The park was serene, with well-manicured lawns, a small pond, and shaded paths perfect for a relaxing stroll. They found a peaceful spot by the pond and took a seat on a bench, enjoying the tranquility of the setting.

As they sat together, Y/N reflected on the depth of their growing relationship. They had shared so many special moments, and the connection between them had only strengthened with time. Despite the slow pace, she felt a strong sense of contentment and excitement about the future.

Sangyeon, sensing Y/N’s contemplative mood, turned to her and asked, “What’s on your mind?”

Y/N smiled, her gaze drifting over the pond. “I’ve just been thinking about how much I’ve enjoyed spending time with you. It’s been really special, and I’m grateful for every moment we’ve shared.”

Sangyeon’s expression softened, and he reached out to take her hand in his. The touch was gentle and reassuring, and Y/N’s heart raced at the contact. “I’ve enjoyed it too,” Sangyeon said quietly. “You’re an incredible person, and I’m really happy to have you in my life.”

Y/N looked into Sangyeon’s eyes, seeing the sincerity and warmth there. “What are you thinking about, Mr. Lee?”

Sangyeon took a deep breath, his gaze never leaving hers. “I’ve been thinking about how we’ve been spending time together and how much I value our moments. I know we’ve been taking things slowly, but I feel like it’s the right time to ask you something important.”

Y/N’s heart fluttered with anticipation. She looked at him with a mixture of curiosity and nervousness. “What is it?”

Sangyeon hesitated for a moment, then continued, “I would really like to take you out on a proper date. We’ve spent so much time together, and I feel like it’s time for us to explore what this could become. Would you be interested in going on a date with me?”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat, and she felt a rush of excitement and happiness. She looked into Sangyeon’s eyes, seeing the genuine affection and sincerity there. “I’d love to go on a date with you, Mr. Lee.”

Sangyeon’s face lit up with a relieved and happy smile. “I’m glad to hear that. I’ve been looking forward to asking you for a while now, and I’m really excited about the possibility of exploring this relationship further.”

As they continued to sit by the pond, holding hands and sharing their thoughts, Y/N felt a deep sense of contentment. The slow, deliberate pace of their relationship had allowed them to build a strong foundation, and she was excited about the next chapter of their journey together.

The sun began to set, casting a warm, golden glow over the park. The day had been perfect, filled with memorable moments and meaningful conversations. Y/N and Sangyeon had taken their time, savoring each step of their growing relationship. As they prepared to head home, they both felt a sense of anticipation and excitement for the future.

Sangyeon walked Y/N back to her car, and they shared a heartfelt hug before saying their goodbyes. “Thank you for a wonderful day,” Y/N said, her voice filled with warmth. “I’m really looking forward to our date.”

“Me too,” Sangyeon replied, his eyes shining with happiness. “I can’t wait to see where this leads.”

As Y/N drove home, she reflected on the day with a sense of fulfillment and joy. The slow, steady progression of their relationship had created a strong foundation, and she was excited about the possibilities that lay ahead. The journey was just beginning, and she was eager to see where it would take them.

The next chapter of their story was about to unfold, and Y/N was ready to embrace it with open arms. The journey had been slow, but it had been worth every moment. She looked forward to the adventures that awaited them and to the possibility of a future filled with love and happiness.

The day had been a perfect blend of relaxation and discovery, and as Y/N settled into her evening routine, she felt a sense of peace and contentment. She had spent quality time with Sangyeon, deepened their connection, and taken the first step toward exploring their relationship in a more meaningful way.

As she prepared for bed, Y/N thought about the upcoming date with Sangyeon. The anticipation of spending more time together and the excitement of exploring the next phase of their relationship filled her with a sense of joy and hope. She knew that the journey ahead would be filled with moments of happiness, growth, and discovery.

With a smile on her face, Y/N drifted off to sleep, eager to see where the future would lead and excited for the possibilities that awaited her and Sangyeon. The slow, steady progression of their relationship had set the stage for a beautiful beginning, and Y/N was ready to embrace whatever came next.

The next morning, Y/N woke up feeling refreshed and excited. She spent the day preparing for her date with Sangyeon, carefully choosing her outfit and getting ready with a mix of nervousness and anticipation. She wanted everything to be perfect, knowing that this date would mark a new chapter in their relationship.

As the time for their date approached, Y/N found herself unable to contain her excitement. She checked her phone for the time and confirmed the details with Sangyeon. They had decided to meet at a charming little bistro in town, known for its cozy atmosphere and delicious cuisine.

When Y/N arrived at the bistro, she was greeted by the warm, inviting ambiance of the restaurant. The soft lighting and elegant decor created a romantic setting, and Y/N felt a sense of anticipation as she waited for Sangyeon to arrive.

As the clock struck the designated time, Sangyeon walked through the door, looking dashing in a well-fitted suit. His eyes met Y/N’s, and a warm smile spread across his face. He approached her, and Y/N’s heart fluttered with happiness.

“Good evening, Ms. Y/N,” Sangyeon greeted, his voice filled with warmth and affection. “You look stunning.”

“Thank you, Mr. Lee,” Y/N replied, her cheeks flushing with pleasure. “You look very handsome yourself.”

They were led to their table, a cozy corner with a view of the city lights. As they settled in, the conversation flowed easily, just as it always did. They talked about their day, their hopes for the future, and their shared interests.

The meal was exquisite, with each course more delicious than the last. They enjoyed a variety of dishes, from appetizers to dessert, savoring every bite and appreciating the quality of the food. The atmosphere of the bistro was perfect for a romantic evening, and Y/N felt a deep sense of contentment.

As the evening progressed, Y/N and Sangyeon continued to share their thoughts and feelings, their connection growing stronger with each passing moment. They laughed, reminisced, and dreamed about the future, savoring the intimate moments they shared.

By the end of the evening, as they walked back to their cars, Y/N felt a sense of happiness and fulfillment. The date had been everything she had hoped for and more. She and Sangyeon had taken a significant step forward in their relationship, and she was excited about the possibilities that lay ahead.

Sangyeon took Y/N’s hand as they said their goodbyes, his touch gentle and reassuring. “Thank you for a wonderful evening,” he said, his eyes filled with affection. “I’m really glad we had this time together.”

“I enjoyed it so much,” Y/N replied, her voice soft and sincere. “I’m looking forward to seeing where this journey takes us.”

As Y/N drove home, she reflected on the evening with a sense of joy and satisfaction. The date had been a beautiful experience, and she felt more connected to Sangyeon than ever before. The future was full of possibilities, and she was excited to see what it held for them.

The journey they had embarked on together had been slow and steady, but it had been filled with meaningful moments and genuine connection. Y/N felt grateful for every step they had taken and was eager to continue building their relationship.

As she arrived home and prepared for bed, Y/N felt a sense of peace and happiness. She knew that the journey with Sangyeon was just beginning, and she was ready to embrace it with an open heart and a hopeful spirit.

The night was quiet, with the hum of the city slowly fading into the background as Y/N lay in bed, replaying the day in her mind. The date with Sangyeon had been everything she hadn’t known she needed. It wasn’t the grand, over-the-top romantic experience, but it was filled with the kind of simplicity and warmth that made her heart feel full.

The way he had listened to her, the way he had laughed at her jokes, the small touches that sent warmth through her – every moment had deepened the connection they had been building for so long.

But there was still a sense of anticipation she couldn’t quite shake. Despite all the wonderful moments they’d shared, there was a question lingering in her mind: what were they, exactly? Friends who went on dates? Something more? She wasn’t sure, and it was starting to weigh on her.

The evening was set for a delightful picnic at the park, and Y/N was thrilled about the special outing with Sangyeon. They had arranged a cozy spot with a blanket spread out on the grass, a picnic basket filled with homemade dishes, and a bottle of sparkling lemonade chilling in an ice bucket. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm, golden glow over the park.

Y/N was adjusting the blanket when she noticed Sangyeon approaching with Jisoo in tow. Jisoo’s face lit up with excitement as he saw the picnic setup. “Ms. Y/N, Uncle Sangyeon said we could have a picnic together! I brought some cookies I baked with Grandma.”

Sangyeon chuckled as he set down the picnic basket. “I hope Jisoo’s cookies are as good as his enthusiasm.”

Y/N smiled warmly at Jisoo. “I’m sure they are. Thank you for bringing them, Jisoo. They’ll make the picnic even better.”

Jisoo proudly handed over a container of cookies. “They’re chocolate chip. Grandma said they’re the best.”

As they settled down on the blanket, the picnic unfolded beautifully. Y/N and Sangyeon enjoyed their meal, exchanging stories and laughing together, while Jisoo eagerly talked about his latest adventures. The atmosphere was filled with joy and the sweet sounds of a pleasant evening in the park.

At one point, as they were finishing their meal and chatting about various topics, Jisoo suddenly became quite serious. He glanced at Y/N and then at Sangyeon, his little brow furrowed in concentration.

Y/N, curious, asked, “What’s on your mind, Jisoo?”

Jisoo took a deep breath and said, “Ms. Y/N, can I tell you a secret?”

Y/N leaned in, her curiosity piqued. “Of course, Jisoo. What’s the secret?”

Without lowering his voice or trying to be discreet, Jisoo announced loudly, “My uncle thinks you’re pretty!”

The words hung in the air, and Y/N’s face turned a lovely shade of pink. She looked over at Sangyeon, who was trying to hide his embarrassment behind a sheepish grin.

Sangyeon cleared his throat and took Y/N’s hand. “Well, I guess Jisoo beat me to it. I’ve been wanting to tell you how I feel, but he made it clear for me.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. She looked at Sangyeon with a soft smile, her eyes reflecting the warmth she felt. “Thank you, Jisoo. That’s very sweet of you. And thank you, Sangyeon, for sharing your feelings.”

Jisoo, pleased with the reaction, beamed up at them. “I’m glad you know now. I think you’re really nice, Ms. Y/N.”

Sangyeon gave Y/N’s hand a gentle squeeze, his eyes filled with affection. “I’ve been trying to find the right moment to tell you how much I care about you. Jisoo’s honesty just sped up the process.”

Y/N laughed softly, feeling a warm glow inside. “I’m glad he did.

Jisoo, sensing the special moment, beamed up at them. “Are you two going to be boyfriend and girlfriend now?”

Sangyeon chuckled, ruffling Jisoo’s hair. “I think that’s up to Ms. Y/N.”

Y/N laughed softly, her heart fluttering with excitement. “I’d like that very much, Jisoo. Sangyeon, I’d love to be your girlfriend.”

Sangyeon’s face lit up with a genuine smile. “That makes me very happy. I’ve been looking forward to this for a long time.”

The three of them spent the remainder of the evening enjoying each other’s company. Jisoo’s innocent excitement about the new dynamic between Y/N and Sangyeon only added to the joy of the night. They played a few games, told stories, and watched the twilight deepen into night.

As the stars began to appear, Y/N and Sangyeon took a quiet moment alone while Jisoo was busy with a flashlight, pretending to search for “hidden treasures” in the park.

Sangyeon took Y/N’s hand, his voice tender. “Tonight has been everything I hoped it would be. I’m so grateful for this moment and for you.”

Y/N squeezed his hand, her heart full. “Me too. I’m excited for what the future holds for us.”

They shared a tender kiss under the starry sky, feeling the warmth of their connection deepening. As they packed up the picnic supplies and said their goodbyes to Jisoo, Y/N felt a sense of contentment and anticipation for the future.

Taglist: @a-dream-bookmark @deoboyznet

[stealanity]

playlist one , the boyz ( lsg to kvm ) :

ꕤ lee sangyeon ,

someone

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[ 7:02am ]

[ 5:12pm ]

[ 6:14am ]

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ꕤ bae jacob ,

summer love

birthday cake

melatonin

co-lover

white lily

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ꕤ kim younghoon ,

corny jokes

reassuring hands

kinda miss you

i didn't forget

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[ 1:02am ]

[ 2:45am ]

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ꕤ lee hyunjae ,

suffocating ( written serie , discontinued )

this special look

stay

waffle

loser, lover

crazy

too late

only for practice

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[ 9:32am ]

[ 4:35pm ]

[ 10:37pm ]

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ꕤ lee juyeon ,

his s/o waking up in the middle of the night

cute little intruder

bad day, but good boyfriend

daydream

terrible idea

the bet

cold hands

risky

sick of you

⠀

[ 5:34pm ]

[ 10:45pm ]

[ 7:52pm ]

[ 8:57pm ]

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ꕤ moon kevin ,

bad words

the little prince

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[ 3:37pm ]

[ 11:23am ]

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. . . link to maknae line !

[itsbeeble]

Down? Astronomically.

Summary: Sangyeon doesn't like sweets. That doesn't stop him from visiting you and your bakery every single thing and leaving with the one thing he hates.

Genre: smut, fluff, mild angst

Pairing: idol!Sangyeon x bakery owner!afab!reader

Fic Warnings: Sickeningly sweet (bah dum tsss) fluff, strangers to simps to lovers, mild mild angst, mentions of food, Sangyeon's cringey as hell actually (like he's down BAD down bad)

WC: ~6.4k (oops)

18+ MDNI, AGELESS BLOGS DNI

SMUT WARNINGS BELOW THE CUT

Smut Warnings: y/n definitely has an oral fixation, soft dom!Sangyeon, pussy drunk!Sangyeon, y/n drunk!Sangyeon (he’s down astronomically bad your honor), he’s like obsessed with everything about her, public sex (they fuckin in the bakery 💪 but it’s closed and the lights are (mostly) off lmfao), standing by big dick!Sangyeon until the day I die, hair pulling, tummy bulge bc why not, lowkey size kink hdjgfsj, uhhhh p in v sex (protected. yall better wrap that shit); i think that's it but lmk if i missed anything.

A/N: 5 months and 6.4k words later and this sangyeon rec is done. anon i'm so sorry for the wait i'm so horrible. Also thank you to pookie (Fawn) for beta reading half of this but she had to bail and I told yall 3:30 so.... yuh. Also this is the first time I've written smut since Doll so please don't be harsh on me i'm sorry if it's bad

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Sangyeon doesn’t exactly know when he started coming to your bakery. He doesn’t even like sweets, so why does he keep showing up in the dead of night and leaving with several boxes filled with sweets and a piece of cake stuffed into his mouth?

You.

Gorgeous, kind, brilliant, sweet, you. Coincidence? He thinks not. 

At first, he’d started going because Eric had recommended the coffee. And then he met you, stumbling out of the kitchen with a smear of pink frosting on your cheek, a dye-stained apron, and strands of hair slipping out of your tight bun and clinging to your forehead. He didn’t believe in love at first sight, but seeing you in that near-disastrous state, yelling at the poor cashier? God, maybe he should start believing. 

Down bad, Sunwoo had called him a while ago when Sangyeon had dragged him along on his nightly coffee trip. Down horrendous, actually. Sangyeon had forced him to carry all four boxes of treats you’d sent home with him, ignoring how the younger member of the group had whined about how sore his arms were going to be. No, he didn’t pay any attention as he sent the boy along. All of his attention was on you, watching you wipe down the counter and talk about how busy your day had been. 

In the end, he’d only left because Jacob kept calling, begging him to come back to the company to get the boys back in order. 

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite regular!” You’re beaming at him when he walks in the door, your hand placed on the shoulder of Hyejin, a younger and newer employee. You shooed her away, ignoring her questioning of who this mysterious man with a hat and mask on was. When the door to the kitchen shuts and you’re sure she isn’t coming back out, you circle the counter to stand in front of Sangyeon. “I’m assuming you want your normal order?” 

Sangyeon ignores the buzzing in his body when you call him your favorite.

Sangyeon quirks an eyebrow, and though his face is hidden for the most part, you can see his hat shift with the tensing of the muscles in his forehead.

“You have my order memorized?” His tone is teasing, and you feel your cheeks warm. 

“Well, I mean- you just- you’re here every day, and- and I just-” you stumble over your words, a low laugh from the man in front of you causing your cheeks to go from pink to red in an instant.

“I’m kidding,” Sangyeon promises, nudging your side with his elbow while he moves to the register. “I think I would be offended if you didn’t know my order by now.” You hum, a delicate and angelic sound that has Sangyeon feeling fuzzy. He forces the feeling away, tapping his card on the screen in front of him. It lags for a moment, and you awkwardly tap the screen to get it to move faster. Sangyeon smiles, watching you repeatedly try to tuck nonexistent hairs behind your ear. 

He leans forward, placing his elbows on the counter and peering up at you. You don’t meet his eyes.

“Do I make you nervous, Y/N?” You shake your head, and he clicks his tongue. “Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not nervous,” you insist, now slapping the screen, “this stupid thing is just- it’s just slow and I feel bad about taking up your time. I know you’re really busy-” 

Sangyeon cuts you off again. “I’m never too busy for you, cupcake.” You freeze, and the machine dings. Sangyeon’s eyes squeeze shut. Why the fuck would you say that? What moron says that?

“I-” you pause, drumming your fingers on the counter. “Your order will be out in a few minutes. Hyejin will bring everything to you.” 

He inhales, ready to apologize, but you’re gone by the time he can form words. The swinging kitchen door is his only indicator of where you’ve gone, and he mentally kicks himself. 

Across the counter, Hyejin clears her throat. 

“Iced latte for…Yeonnie?” Her voice lifts at the end, almost disturbed at the name on the cup. Sangyeon walks over, hesitantly grabbing the drink. “I’ll be right out with your boxes.”

“Not necessary,” he shakes his head. “I don’t need them-”

“Too bad,” the young girl purses her lips. “Y/N won’t let me leave until they’re gone so…”

“Oh…”

“Plus, I’m pretty sure she makes so much extra because you love her baked goods.” Hyejin stares him down, and he shuffles his feet. 

“Yep…that’s…that’s true,” an awkward laugh, “the one who really loves baked goods…” 

Sunwoo was right. He’s down astronomically bad.

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“You’re such a fucking loser, you know that right?” Hyejin scrubs a baking tin furiously, grumbling about how these stupid drops of batter are gonna be the death of her. “Running away and giggling like someone my age because he called you cupcake.” You glare at her. She continues to scrub at the pan. “Do you even know anything about him?”

“Who even asked you?” His birthday is November 4th. I remember because he knew his friends were planning a surprise party for him.

“Nobody. I’m just the unfortunate soul who has to sit here and witness your gag-worthy flirting with Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Handsome.” You throw down your rag.

“I’m not flirting with him! He’s a paying customer!”

“Mhm. A paying customer who you wanna fuck sooooo bad.” She smirks at you, and whether mocking or not you know she’s right. Would you ever admit that to her face? Absolutely not. 

“You know what-” You pick up your rag and jab a finger in her direction. “If you keep this shit up I’m cutting your hours down.”

“Do that and I’m telling Yeonnie that you want him inside of you. Call it a taste tester or whatever.” 

“You know what,” your face is burning up again and your grip on the rag tightens. “Get out.” 

“Nope.” Hyejin sets down her sponge and smiles at you. “I’m not leaving until I’m scheduled to leave. Unless we finish early, that is. So you better make a plan to jump this guy’s bones before I help him instead.”

Your rag hits the ground, a groan rises from your throat. And yet…you can’t help the smile that pulls across your lips. You can’t help the warm feeling in your chest that blooms with every thought of this masked customer who only ever goes by Yeonnie, even if you don’t know what he looks like under that mask and hat of his.

~

“You called her what?” Kevin reels back, his eyes wide and his jaw dropped. Sangyeon cringes. 

“Yeah…”

“Why would you say that? That’s like…textbook ‘do not call a woman this unless she’s your wife!’” 

“You think I don’t know that?” Sangyeon flings himself back on the studio floor, a loud thump echoing around him. The other boys had left a few minutes ago, and, oddly enough, Kevin was the only one he trusted enough to tell this to. “God, I’m such a moron.”

“No,” Kevin coos. Sangyeon frowns, rolling his head on the ground to look at him. “You’re just a dumbass who-” Sangyeon flings his foot out reaching to kick Kevin. “Whoa, hey, let me finish!”

“You’re just gonna make fun of me!” Sangyeon whines. 

Kevin purses his lips.

“For a 26-year-old man, you sure are childish.”

“Are you gonna help me fix this or not, Kevin?”

Kevin hums. 

“Operation Sangyeon-does-get-bitches is a go!”

“Call it that again and I’m getting you kicked out of the group.”

~

“So,” Hyejin leans against the counter while you mix up the batter for a cake. “Has Yeonnie come in yet?” 

You purse your lips, carefully pouring part of the dry ingredients into the stand mixer. 

“He doesn’t come in until later usually.” 

“You must be so disappointed.” You don’t respond. 

Truthfully, it is disappointing. Sure, you know he’ll be coming in later on. You know that he’s likely going to be your last customer and for that, you’re relieved. However, the wait has you picking at the skin around your nails. Anxiety builds inside of you. Cupcake is what he had called you. Just a small amount of affection, and for that you had shut down. What if running away had sent the wrong message? What if he thought you hated him and were just being nice? “You shouldn’t stress so much,” Hyejin stops the stand mixer, taking the empty bowl of dry ingredients from your hand. “You’ll overmix the batter and then the cake will be gross.”

“A professional, are we?” A lighthearted smile passes over your lips. Hyejin shrugs. 

“I’m here to learn, aren’t I? I’m not gonna get through culinary school by working at a gas station.” 

“That’s true.” 

“Anyway,” she huffs and grabs a tray of macarons, “just remember the plan and he’ll fall right back in love with you. Guaranteed.”

“How do you know?” You pour the cake batter into a few baking tins, ensuring that all are evenly layered. 

“Have you seen how he looks at you?” She scoffs. “That man clearly couldn’t care less about the sweets you give him. He’s here for you and the coffee. Not the cakes or the cookies or the brownies. He’s here for you. No one comes in that often for some baked goods.”

Have you seen the way he looks at you? Yes. You had. Just briefly, though, when his hat had lifted enough for the light to pass over his eyes. The corners were crinkled, clearly smiling under the mask. You’d thought he looked so pretty, even if you couldn’t truly see his face.

You knew him as Yeonnie. That’s the name he had requested the first few times he came into the bakery. He didn’t give you a full name, and you joked that what he gave you sounded like something you’d name your dog. He’d laughed, and when he did it had been like the air was punched out of you. It was such a beautiful sound, and somewhere deep in your mind, you had vowed to make him laugh every time you saw him. 

Then he was showing up every day, asking about what didn’t sell very much that day. Every day he would buy them all. And every day, you cracked a joke that had you hearing that gorgeous laugh of his. 

Never, however, had he called you anything but your name. Maybe you cared a bit too much about what he thought of you. Maybe you cared a little bit too much about the smudges of frosting on your face, the sweat-slicked strands of hair that clung to your hair after being in the kitchen all morning and afternoon, preparing for the next day’s pastries. 

Never had you hidden from a man you loved, even if he didn’t quite know it yet.

~

“So,” Sangyeon leans against the counter, watching you get his drink ready. “Anything exciting happen today?” His hands are shaking, but he hides it by drumming his fingers against the counter. You’d been quieter than usual, ducking your head whenever he looked at you.

Now he was worried that he made you uncomfortable.

“Not really,” you shrug, cupping your hand around the rim of the go-cup to prevent too much splashing as you add a bit more ice. “It was kinda busy, but it was bearable.”

“That’s good,” Sangyeon nods, tugging his mask further up his face. He peers around you, squinting as he searches for Hyejin through the window on the kitchen door. “Where’s Hyejin today?” You shrug.

“I sent her home early. We slowed down a lot about an hour ago and I had already gotten a lot of things done so I told her to head home.” 

“So you’re here alone?” Sangyeon frowns. “That can’t be safe.”

“I mean…” you run your tongue over your lips, “I dunno. I do it all the time.”

“You shouldn’t.” Sangyeon frowns, “This is a big city, what if something happened to you?” 

“You saying you’re worried about me, Yeonnie?” You lean toward him, your lips twitching up. 

“Sangyeon.” He blurts his name out before he can stop it. You blink, your eyebrows knitting together.

“What?”

“My…my name.” He takes a deep breath. “It’s Sangyeon. Not Yeonnie.” 

You nod, frowning.

“Why didn’t you just tell me your name in the first place?” He inhales, shaking his head.

“It isn’t that simple, cupcake.” 

“Why not?” You drum your fingers on the marble countertop. “It seems pretty simple to me. I ask for the name of the order, and you say ‘Sangyeon.’ Easy peasy.” 

Sangyeon can’t help but laugh. He can’t help the disbelief at how calm you are. Sure, the reveal of his actual name isn’t that big of a deal. Maybe you thought he was just uncomfortable around people. A bit socially awkward.

The smile returns to your lips. 

“Can I ask something?” He nods, leaning on the counter to look you in the eye. The hat casts a shadow over his face, but you can see that little crinkle that you’d been longing to see up close since the first day you met him. “Why do you wear this…” you wave your hand at him. “This little get-up?” 

He falls quiet, and for a moment you think you’ve made him uncomfortable.

“I…I’m sorry, Sangyeon. I don’t- I didn’t mean-”

“Don’t apologize.” He cuts you off, and your mouth shuts. “I just…I didn’t want your opinion of me to…to change. If you saw my face, that is.” 

“If I saw your face,” you echo. “What, are you famous or something? Oooh, are you an idol?” 

Boom, right on the money.

You can see the emotions in his eyes. The fear, the shock, the confusion, the nerves. You can see his hands clenching around his coffee. A pit forms in your stomach, growing larger and larger as he shuffles back. Toward the door. 

Away from you.

“Sangyeon…” you speak slowly when you circle the counter. “Are you…”

“I have to go,” he spits out. “I’m s- I just…I’m sorry. I have to go. I’m just-” his breathing is shaking, and he back into the wall. Sangyeon stumbles, whipping around and shoving through the door before you can say another word. 

And after all that…you couldn’t even give him the cake you’d planned on giving him for his birthday.

~

Sangyeon is pacing. His footsteps are quiet, muffled by the carpet beneath his feet. His hair is in disarray from hours of tugging at the strands. 

Kevin is sitting on his leader’s bed, eyes drooping and his head resting on one of his hands.

“Dude,” Kevin pinches the bridge of his nose. “You do know that she probably thinks she messed up somehow, right?”

“God, I just keep making things worse.” Sangyeon groans loudly, kicking away one of the shirts lying on the floor. 

“I love that I get to sit back and watch you ruin your love life before it begins.” Kevin stretches his arms above his head, his eyes squeezing shut and a yawn fighting to leave his mouth. 

“Gee, thanks Kev.” Sangyeon scowls, throwing his body face-down onto the mattress. Kevin shifts to the side, patting the older man’s shoulder.

“I’m just speaking the truth. You shouldn’t have reacted like you did. What happened to being in love with her? Did you really think she would expose you for being an idol?” 

A tough question. Sangyeon would like to say that the answer to that question is yes. He would love to trust you with his whole being, with every fiber in his body, but he’s been burned before. He’s been burned, and he doesn’t want it to happen again. 

“I just…I got scared, I think.” Sangyeon’s hands fold under his cheek, his voice slightly muffled. “I just got so scared because I care about her so much, but what if…what if she isn’t…” his voice trails off.

“She isn’t like Nabi.” Kevin frowns. “Is that what you were worried about? That she was like Nabi?” 

“I…I think so.” 

Another pregnant pause between the two of them. 

“Here’s what you’re going to do. And this time you are going to listen to me and you are going to follow every bit of my instructions no matter what happens. You are going to do this tomorrow. You aren’t going to let this simmer. You are going to go there tomorrow night, you’re going to apologize, you’re going to confess, and you’re gonna have amazing sex, badabing badaboom, we get our free pastries.” 

“There’s no way you’re just helping me because you want free baked goods.” Sangyeon clicks his tongue, rolling onto his back. Kevin scoffs.

“Who do you think I am, Juyeon? No, I’m helping you because we need you to get laid and fucking relax.”

“Somehow that’s even worse.”

“Yeah, well you’ve been up our asses with this next comeback on the rise. Now are you gonna listen to me or are you gonna fuck up again and make us all miserable with your moping?” 

Sangyeon bites his tongue, fighting back a retort. “I’ll listen.”

~

“What are you doing here?”

Sangyeon practically cowers under the weight of Hyejin’s gaze. Her eyes are narrowed, her lips drawn into a thin line. He’s abandoned the mask and the hat. The only thing shielding him now is the hood of his sweatshirt. 

“I need to talk to Y/N.”

Hyejin snorts. “You think she wants to talk to you after what you did?” 

Regret boils inside of him, and he digs the nail of his thumb into his pointer finger. 

“Please, Hyejin. I just- I just need to talk to her.” He watches the college student think. Watches her consider her options.

“Wait here. I’ll go see if she wants to talk to you.”

“Thank you, Hyejin. God, thank you-”

“Don’t thank me,” she snaps. “I’m not doing this for you, so don’t thank me.”

~

You’re in the back, listening to the conversation just outside the door. Your hands tug at the edge of your apron, your eyebrows knitting together. 

“Do you want to talk to him?” Hyejin is careful to speak only when the door has stopped swinging, her voice hushed and her hand resting on your arm. “I won’t force you to go out there, and I can stay longer if you don’t want to be alone.” 

You smile, placing your hand over hers. For the shit you two give each other, she’s one of the few people you can rely on.

“It’s fine, Hyejin. You can go home.”

“You sure?” 

No. “Positive.”

~

It’s dark in the bakery. The blinds have been drawn shut, the door locked and most of the lights turned off. Sangyeon stares at the box you place on the table in front of him. Your eyes are trained on the ground, your teeth digging into the plush flesh of your lip. 

“What- what did you make tonight?” His voice cracks, and he grimaces while clearing his throat. What a great start, dumbass.

“A cake.” The statement is cold, and he gnaws on his lip. “For you.”

“For me?” He echoes, tugging it closer to his side of the table. You place your hand on top of the box, pulling it back toward you. He drops his hands back to his sides. 

“Not right now. Not until you explain what the hell happened last night.”

“I’m sorry,” he blurts out. You flinch, your body curling in on itself. “Fuck, I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

“Why did you run off?” Your voice is quieter than he’d ever heard it, and he has to strain to pick up the words you’ve said. “Why…why did you leave?”

“I don’t- I swear it isn’t your fault, cupcake.” Another flinch, and he snaps his mouth shut. 

“Then why did you run?” You lift your eyes, and he can see the tears waiting to fall. He can see you fighting to keep them at bay, to keep calm. 

“I…” Sangyeon sighs. “It’s a long story. One that…that I didn’t really want to have to tell you. Not yet, at least. Not like this.”

“You don’t trust me, do you?” Your voice shakes, and Sangyeon shakes his head, one of his hands reaching forward to touch your own. He hesitates, his hand partway across the table before he decides against touching you. “It’s okay if you don’t. I get it. Fans are…they’re crazy these days, I know.” You try to laugh, but you break off into sniffles.

“I trust you, Y/N,” Sangyeon protests. “I really trust you. I ran off because…because I didn’t want this to end like the last time I trusted someone.” He drags a hand down his face, laughing in disbelief. “My last relationship was rough. I thought I could trust her, and she…she betrayed me. So because of that, I was scared.”

“Of what?” You press. “Letting go of the past? Loving me?”

“Yes!” He exclaims, erupting from his seat and running his hands through his hair. “Fuck, Y/N, I love you so much that it hurts. All I ever want to do is hold you, and kiss you, and- and-” he shakes his head, and you rise from your seat. “It drives me crazy because you make me so happy to see you excited to give me things that I don’t even like but I take anyway because I just love you so fucking much. And- and I’ve wanted to tell you everything for so long but I just- I couldn’t-” 

His lips are soft, you think when you kiss him. They’re soft, although slightly chapped. He’s frozen in place, his hands hanging in mid-air on either side of your body. He remains like that and you pull back, afraid that you misinterpreted everything.

He doesn’t let you get very far, his arms wrapping around your midsection and yanking you back into him. 

~

It’s so soft, the way he kisses you. Sangyeon doesn’t move too fast, cautious and hyperaware of everything around the two of you. His hands have untied the apron around your waist, tossing it somewhere amongst the tables and he’s placed you up on the counter. His hands are all over you: moving up and down your back, caressing your cheeks, squeezing at your hips, running over the tops of your thighs and through the strands of hair that he’s tugged out of the claw clip. 

His tongue is in your mouth, but he’s not using any force. Sangyeon lets you take the reins, set the pace. Whatever you want, he’ll give you. He’s yours. He lets your tongue prod at his own, lets you suckle at the wet muscle to your content. Your body is shaking against his own, and a smile crosses over his lips. 

Sangyeon pulls his mouth from yours, his smile widening when you whine and chase his lips. His hands are on your waist, holding you in place. “You’re shaking, cupcake.”

“Want you so bad, Yeonnie.” You reach for him again, your lips just grazing his before he pulls back.

“What do you want?” One of his hands drags along your leg, running higher, and higher, and-

“Want you to eat me out.” 

Sangyeon’s eyes go wide. So maybe he’d just been teasing you, but he hadn’t expected his sweet little baker to be so bold.

Your hand pushes against his chest, and he stumbles backward a few steps. There’s a dazed look in his eyes as he watches you unbutton your blouse. The delicate fabric slides down your shoulders, and Sangyeon swears that he’s drooling over you. The shape of your breasts in the orange glow of the fairy lights, the steady rise and fall of your chest while you breathe. 

“Beautiful,” he murmurs, and your cheeks grow warm. He reaches for you, but hesitates and puts his hand down again. You watch as he drops to his knees, practically crawling to you, and you can feel your panties dampening from the action. There’s a warm feeling in your gut, one you haven’t felt in a long time. His hands are quick to undo the button of your jeans, and he watches you as he tugs the zipper down. You’re leaning back on the counter, eyes struggling to stay open and on him. One of your lips is tucked between your teeth, red and puffy from you chewing on it.

Sangyeon drags your jeans and panties down in on harsh tug, and he helps you lift your legs to step out of them. Your legs are soft, he notes to himself. He leans forward, his lips touching the soft skin gently. You flinch, and he pulls away. 

“Why-” your voice trembles. “Why’d you stop?”

“You flinched,” he shrugs. “I will only do what you want me to, cupcake. The second you show discomfort, I stop until you tell me to continue or to leave. I’m yours. Whatever you want is what I want.  But right now, I really want to drown in this sweet pussy of yours.” He doesn’t move though, his cheek resting against the inside of your knee and his eyes are lidded with lust. “I’m not doing anything until you say so, cupcake.” 

You squeeze your eyes shut, and a nod of your head has Sangyeon practically moaning as he pulls himself closer to your core. 

“Fuck, cupcake, you’re dripping f’ me.” He coos, gauging your reactions as he prods at your entrance with the tips of his calloused fingers. You whine, trying to squeeze your legs shut, but his broad shoulders keep them open while he plays with your sopping pussy. His thumbs spread you open, and he watches you clench around nothing. 

“Hurry up, Sangyeon,” he grins at the desperation in your voice. 

“So needy,” he hums. You click your tongue and one of your hands laces in the soft strands of his hair. Your grip tightens, and he whines when you yank him closer to you.’

“Well,” you hide the way your voice shakes when you feel his breath right up against you. “I need a bit of a taste tester, you know? Need to know if she’s sweet enough- oh fuck-”

His mouth against you before you can finish your statement. His mouth is wide open, his tongue swiping along your folds, dipping inside of you and just grazing your clit, knowing full well that’s where you need him the most. Your hand is still in his hair, but your grip has gone slack. Your jaw hangs open, your head tipped back, and Sangyeon can feel him growing harder just at the taste of you in his mouth. 

His eyes drift shut, his hands grabbing your thighs and pulling you impossibly closer to his mouth. His neck has tipped back at an awkward angle, one that he knows is going to hurt later, but right now? With your pussy dripping against his face and the pretty little moans and whines you release? Sangyeon couldn’t care less. He's enraptured by you. He's obsessed with your taste, and he knows that even if he doesn't like sweets, he'd make an exception just for you.

“Sangyeon,” you’re breathless, pitch raising as he sucks at your clit, laving over it with his tongue. “Sangyeon, please.”

“Please what, cupcake?” His voice is muffled, not even bothering to pull away from you, and the vibrations of his voice have your back arching. “What do you need?”

“Need you inside of me,” you whine. “Please, please I need you so bad. Been waiting for so long. Haven’t you been waiting for me?” 

You’re a seductress, Sangyeon decides. A succubus. Sent here to torment him. To get him drunk on you, so much so that he’ll never want to leave. So much so that he’d sell his soul just to get a taste of your nectar one more time. 

“Have to make you cum, cupcake,” he denies your pretty little begs. “Wanna make you cum, just once before I fuck you. Please? Please let me make you cum?” His eyes are glowing in the light of the bakery, and you let out a high-pitched whine. He doesn’t wait for your response this time. He drowns himself in your pussy, tongue reaching inside of you for as much of your arousal as he can get. He sucks harshly on your clit, teeth grazing it and drawing loud cries from your lips.

Your legs tremble. A knot is growing in the pit of your stomach. Your body jerks. 

“Oh, fuck, Sangyeon-” Your cry trails off into a loud whine, your orgasm washing over you like a wildfire. Sangyeon drinks you up like he’s been in a desert for a week without water, moaning just as loud as you. Getting drunk on the feeling of your thighs shaking around his head, overstimulating you as you come down from your high. 

He doesn’t pull away until you physically kick him away from you. His face is drenched in your juices, his eyes glazed with need, and you have a sneaking suspicion that if you asked, he would crawl over and drag another orgasm out of you in no time at all. 

But you don’t ask. You need him inside of you so desperately that now you’re the one crawling to him. He’s still fully dressed as you perch your body over his, your core pressed right up against the bulge in his pants. His hands are tight on your hips, and he watches as you tug his sweatshirt up his body. 

“Did you plan for this to happen?” You smirk when you find bare skin under the soft hoodie. Bare, golden, skin, with toned abs like no other. Fuck maybe you were gonna get drunk on him.

He grins at you. “Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t. What are you gonna do about it?” You click your tongue and slide off of him to sit on the counter. He sits up, eyebrows knit together as you swing your legs and smile at him.

“Planned or not,” you hum, “you should probably fuck me before I change my mind and eat that birthday cake on my own.” Sangyeon scoffs, but he’s pulling his pants down his legs and walking over to you without another word.

You, on the other hand, are taken completely aback. He’s big. Like…big in both length and girth. You wonder if you’d be able to wrap your hand around it, but you don’t get the time to think about it before Sangyeon is in front of you, tearing open a foil packet and rolling the condom onto his cock.

“Is it gonna fit, do you think?” You reach your hand forward, wrapping your hand around it. You were right. 

Sangyeon hisses at the contact of your hand wrapping around his sensitive cock. “We’ll have to see, won’t we?” 

You smile, your legs wrapping around his waist and tugging him closer to you. Your hand is still on him, guiding him to your entrance. You both hiss at the initial push into you. It stings, the stretch more than you’ve had in quite a while. 

“Shit, you’re tight,” Sangyeon grips your thighs tightly, his fingers holding you so tightly that you swear there will be bruises after this. You whine, your arms coming up to wrap around his shoulders. 

His arms slide up, holding you close to him as he continues to press inside of you. Sangyeon whispers words of comfort into your ear. He pauses whenever you whine in discomfort, hushing you as he continues to push into you. He bites his tongue every time your pussy clenches around him, muffling the groans that threaten to escape. 

You, on the other hand, are moaning shamelessly despite the discomfort. You can feel him everywhere, touching every inch of you and just kissing that sweet spot inside of you. Every time he pushes further into you, once the sting passes, the pleasure is quick to replace it. It overpowers every other emotion inside of you. Your legs wrap tighter around him, forcing those last few inches into you until his hips are pressed tightly against your own and his breathing grows shaky again. You clench around him, and his body jerks. 

“Little tease,” he practically growls. “Clenching around me like you want me to cum too fast.” You laugh, but it cuts into a moan when he pulls out a few inches and shoves himself back in. Your nails dig into the back of his neck, your fingers lacing into his hair and pulling lightly. "Feels so good, Yeonnie.”

“Weren’t you the one that said that was a dog's name?” He moves slowly against you, and at first, you don’t respond, your lips attached to his shoulder and sucking dark marks into the skin. “Cupcake, careful with the marks.” Sangyeon pinches the skin of your thigh and you whine.

“Stop complaining and just fuck me already,” you plead. Sangyeon smiles.

“Whatever you say, cupcake.” You can’t get another word out. Sangyeon pushes you onto your back, barely giving you time to adjust to how he feels in this new position before he’s thrusting harshly inside of you. 

He’s harsh with his pace, each thrust punching the air out of your lungs, forcing out moans and cries and begs for him to go faster, harder, right there oh god right there Sangyeon. He lowers his mouth to your shoulder, giving you the same treatment he’d just scolded you for, listening to everything you say and every sound you make as he does. The sound of his hips slapping against yours is so loud and he can feel your arousal dripping down your pretty cunt and allowing him to go faster, to fuck you harder. 

Then he sees it. It’s faint, but when he looks down at you he can see the outline of his cock pressing against your stomach. His pace stutters, and you whine when he slows down. 

“Cupcake, look at you.” He coos, grabbing the hand that’s in his hair and bringing it down to your stomach. You raise your head, eyes fluttering when he thrusts again but you can feel the bulge against your stomach. You force your eyes to stay open the next time he thrusts into you, whining when you see it. “So fucking pretty, baby. So fucking pretty, and so small that my cock is pressing against your tummy, wanting to get out, hm?” You whine again, raising your hips to meet every thrust. 

He’s getting close. He can feel it. Every thrust, every clench, every whine. It’s all drawing him closer and closer to the edge, and he knows you can feel his cock twitching inside of you. He knows that you’re getting close again, he can feel the way your walls are fluttering around him rather than persistently clenching. 

“Are you close baby?” His hand comes up to rest next to your head, and you whine.

“So close, Yeonnie. Please I’m so close-” Your hips stutter against him, and the knot in your stomach goes tight. 

Sangyeon swears he goes blind for a moment with how hard his eyes roll back. His body shakes against yours, his cum filling the condom to the brim. Your back arches, your chests brushing together and he wraps one hand around your back, pressing against your shoulder blades to hold you close to him while the two of you ride out your highs. Both of you are panting, your bodies slick with sweat, and you can only imagine what anyone walking outside is thinking-

“Oh my god, we just fucked in my bakery.” You sit upright, your head knocking against Sangyeon’s in the process. He snorts, rubbing where you just hit him.

“You’re realizing this now?” You smack his arm, and he laughs, pulling away from you. The two of you are quiet for a few minutes, quietly cleaning up and getting dressed. Well…Sangyeon gets dressed. You’re stuck on the counter, your legs proving to be useless now. Sangyeon smiles at this, grabbing your clothes for you and helping you tug your jeans on. 

“We’re not fucking in here again.” He quirks an eyebrow.

“So what you’re saying is my car is next?” You punch his arm again, but he just laughs. “I’m kidding.”

“Are you though?” 

“...”

“Lee Sangyeon!” He laughs again, taking you by the hand to keep you steady on your feet. The two of you stand there for a few minutes, in the middle of your bakery with the orange glow of the fairy lights. 

“Did you mean what you said?” You ask, letting him lead you back to the table you’d left the cake on.

“About what?” Sangyeon peers at you, his head tilted. 

“About not liking sweets.” Your cheeks are warm. It’s a silly question, but it had bugged you. Sangyeon smiles, ducking his head.

“Yeah… I was really just here for the coffee.”

“Then…Why did you take what I gave you?” You pout. “If I had known you didn’t like that stuff, I would’ve given you something else!” 

“Because I like how happy you sounded when I told you the recipes you were trying tasted fantastic.” He says simply. “I would hate if I said or did anything that made you upset.”

“But you…” you purse your lips. “Then why did you run away? I know that you said someone had…betrayed you before…but did you really think I would do that to you?” 

Sangyeon sighs. 

“I didn’t know. Obviously, I trusted you- I trust you. But…somewhere inside of me I just couldn’t help but be a bit too cautious. I couldn’t stop myself from being afraid that this would turn out just like that relationship did, you know?” You nod, drumming your fingers on the table. “Can I see the cake you made me now?” 

“After all that, you wanna see the cake now?” You scoff and he grins at you, tugging the box toward him. “Whatever. It’s nothing special anyway.”

“Anything you make me is special.” He argues, flipping open the lid of the box. He gasps.

“Do you like it?” Sangyeon doesn’t respond. You get nervous. “Yeonnie?”

“Oh, you want me sooooo bad.”

~

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Sunwoo As Your Boyfriend

Boyfriend

(n.) A person who 90% of the time annoy you, and 10% of the time makes you forget the 90%

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Sunwoo is the type of boyfriend who you can lean on. He is mature, smart, and knows how to take care of you. He is also romantic and will always make you feel special. He is always there for you. He is the first person you want to call when you have good news or bad news. He is always there to listen and to offer support. He is mature and responsible. He can handle anything that comes his way, and he always puts you first. He is smart and funny. He can make you laugh even when you are feeling down. He knows how to take care of you. He will cook for you, clean for you, and do whatever he can to make your life easier. He is romantic. He will surprise you with flowers, gifts, and thoughtful gestures. He always makes you feel special. He is always honest with you. He will never lie to you or betray your trust. He is supportive of your dreams. He will always encourage you to follow your dreams and to achieve your goals. He is patient and understanding. He knows that you are not perfect, and he will always be there for you, even when you make mistakes.

Sunwoo loves to fall asleep around you. He loves the feeling of being close to you and the warmth you give him. He also loves the feeling of being safe and secure in your arms. He likes to cuddle with you. He loves the feeling of your arms around him and your body against his. He likes you to hold his hand. He loves the feeling of your hand in his and it makes him feel connected to you. Sunwoo loves the feeling of not being alone. He feels safe and secure when he is with you, and he knows that he can always count on you.

Sunwoo would obviously take you on a beach date. He loves the beach so much, and going with you would be another level of happiness for him. He loves the feeling of the sand between his toes. He would love to walk hand-in-hand with you on the beach and feel the sand between his toes. He loves the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. He would love to sit on the beach with you and listen to the waves crashing against the shore. He loves the feeling of being close to you. He would love to cuddle with you on the beach and feel your warmth against his skin. Sunwoo would also love to do some activities with you on the beach. He might want to go swimming, build sandcastles, or just relax and enjoy the view. A beach date with Sunwoo would be a perfect day. He would be so happy to spend time with you in his favorite place.

When Sunwoo spots you in a crowded place, he will ignore everyone else and make a beeline for you. He will have a sweet smile on his face and he will give you the best hug he can muster. He will tell you how much he loves to see you and how happy he is to be with you. Sunwoo will tell you how much he loves to see you in a way that makes you feel special. He will tell you how beautiful you are and how much he enjoys spending time with you.

When you're with Sunwoo, you can't help but laugh. He has a way of making you feel comfortable and relaxed, and you can always be yourself around him. You both have a lot of similarities, so it's easy to understand each other. You love to play around and tell jokes, and you always have a good time together. You might make up silly songs or dances. You'll laugh so hard that your sides hurt. You might tell each other jokes that only you find funny. You'll laugh until you cry. Sunwoo makes your day full of happiness and fun. He always knows how to make you laugh, and he always knows how to make you feel special. You love spending time with him, and you know that you can always count on him to make you smile.

Sunwoo is not afraid to show you his broken side. He will let you know when he is feeling down, and he will let you know when he is struggling. He will cry in front of you, and he will tell you all of his problems. He knows that you will listen to him and that you will help him to feel better. He trusts you. He knows that you will not judge him, and he knows that you will not tell anyone else about his problems. He needs your help. He knows that he cannot solve his problems on his own, and he needs your support. He loves you. He wants to be able to be himself around you, and he wants you to see all of him, even the broken parts. Sunwoo loves all the attention you give him when he is feeling down. He loves the way you listen to him, and he loves the way you make him feel better. He knows that he can always count on you to be there for him, and he is grateful for your love and support. When you make Sunwoo feel better after a rough day, it makes you feel good too. You feel happy that you could help him, and you feel loved that he trusts you enough to share his problems with you. You know that you are making a difference in his life, and that is a great feeling. Being there for Sunwoo when he is feeling down is a privilege. It is a sign that he trusts you and loves you, and it is an opportunity to show him how much you care. If you are lucky enough to have Sunwoo in your life, cherish him and be there for him when he needs you.

Sunwoo loves to call you randomly just to remind you that he loves you. He doesn't care what time it is, he just wants to hear your voice and tell you how much he cares. Sunwoo's random calls are a sign of his love for you. He loves you so much that he can't help but tell you how he feels, even if it's in the middle of the night.

[sungbeam]

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘 : a series!

[7 OF 11 NOW CUFFED!] ; it's cuffing season! — and the boyz are in for quite the adventure as they learn to juggle school, work, friends, and love.

starring: the boyz, f!reader

genre: college au, fluff, humor, comfort, assorted pairings

word count: 216k/?? // at least 20k+ words per part

**note: the main plotline (the 4 szns) can be read completely as stand-alones. all other spin-offs can also technically be read as stand-alones, but some might require context from the main plotline. (all prev yns will appear as __!yn)

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a/n: i'm very excited for this series tbh and i really hope i retain the strength to finish it 🤧 a great way to help me out tho is to blow this post up by reblogging, esp since tumblr gatekeeps the actual fics when they're published :')

SEASON ONE: PARTY PEOPLE — jacob b.

yours and jacob's mutual friend kevin is convinced that you're meant to be, even if he only just met you. (trailer, 34k)

SEASON TWO: FLIGHT RISK — eric s.

you and eric met on an airplane, and that's where you thought it would end, but clearly the universe has a different plan in mind. (trailer, 30k)

SEASON THREE: OFF THE RECORD — j. changmin (parts 𝐈, 𝐈𝐈)

everyone thinks changmin is cute and harmless, but you know that's not who he really is. (trailer, 36k)

SEASON FOUR: AIN'T NO ROMEO — l. hyunjae

your best friend hyunjae ain't no romeo, but you're still in love... so let's hope he doesn't find out you wrote a whole play about him! (trailer, 30k)

— spin-offs & side adventures.

RHAPSODY ANONYMOUS — k. sunwoo

you never thought your humble, little podcast would ever touch somebody's soul like it did one kim sunwoo's. (trailer, 28k)

RESCUE PROTOCOL — kevin m.

another summer break, another annual trip to the lake! except, it seems like when you and kev get there, you'll have to make some tweaks to the original rescue protocol. (trailer, 29k)

AT YOUR CONVENIENCE — k. younghoon

neither you nor younghoon were party people, but you did find love in the convenience store down the block. (trailer, 29k)

HOT COMMODITY — j. haknyeon

no matter how many times he's been to this restaurant, haknyeon swears he's not just here for the cute waitress. (trailer, __)

PINKY SWEAR — c. chanhee

you and chanhee are far from the years of pinky swears, but here you are, still lacing fingers after all this time. (trailer, __)

THE REVEAL — l. sangyeon

does sangyeon really have a secret girlfriend? well... let's find out. (trailer, __)

CLASS(Y) ACTION — l. juyeon

nothing is more cutthroat than the legal sphere, and sometimes we have to find allies in the strangest places—even if he spills coffee on you. (trailer, __)

EXTRA/"DELETED" SCENES

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— QUIZZES!

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which love in unity boy will you be cuffing this year? (uquiz)

which love in unity boy will you be cuffing this school year? (**NEW & IMPROVED VER)

love in unity trivia !! for the main plot only (uquiz)

— ALT. READING ORDERS

if u want to read this series in timeline order, this is how it should be done: jacob/younghoon, eric/haknyeon, changmin/sunwoo, hyunjae/chanhee, sangyeon, kevin, juyeon

if u wanna read sungbeam's favorites (no particular order): at your convenience, ain't no romeo, (more to be decided!)

— SERIES TAGS: general series. any wip can be searched via "wip: _____" (usually just the initials, except for party people); or "the (member) fic™"

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Business or Pleasure? - Part 4

Pairing: Lee Sangyeon x Female Reader

Genre: CEO AU, Fake Dating AU, Fluff, Angst

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: None

Previous Chapter

Sangyeon's POV

Sangyeon walks through the office at a steady pace, well aware of the stares he's getting as he passes. His eyes stay focused on the back wall, where his office - which he can see growing between the cubicles - is located. The stares he gets almost make him itchy, but he refuses to allow that to show on his face until your words come back to him.

Mob boss.

Who on Earth thinks of such ridiculous things? Even worse, Sangyeon finds himself wondering if he should smile at some of them. Would that be weird?

That'd probably be weird. Hell, by the end of the day, they might all think they're getting fired or something. 

Sangyeon feels relief when he approaches your empty desk. He's almost to his office, and then he can shield himself from everyone's eyes for the rest of the day.

Something on your desk catches his attention, and he pauses to look at it. A cup holder filled with all types of silly pens sits front and center on your desk. Sangyeon takes a minute to look at all of them, noting the giant smiley face, the multicolored flower, and the... pink-haired troll?

He feels a smile tug at his lips and shakes his head. He's not the least bit surprised you would have a bunch of random pens in a "professional environment". The more he learns your quirks, the more he's coming to expect them.

Opening his office door and immediately closing it behind him, he thinks about how you did the same thing last week and then offered to help him of all things. In the nearly ten years he's had this job, there have been very few others like you, and certainly, no one who was brave enough to outright call him a liar. It's amusing.

You've only been here for a couple of weeks, and already Sangyeon finds himself laughing at the most random and absurd things. He almost wonders if he should be worried...

A vibrating in his pocket tells him someone is calling him. Tossing his briefcase on his desk, he digs his phone out and answers without looking. A terrible mistake.

His mom's voice greets him, and his mind is already racing to come up with an excuse for what he knows she's about to ask.

"My darling boy, I hope you're not busy yet."

"No, mom. I just got to the office. I can talk for a little bit."

"Oh, good! I want to talk to you about your sister's wedding."

Sangyeon shuts his eyes and sinks down into his chair. He hates that he has this inability to lie to her. He should've attempted it anyways. He should've told her someone needed him for something. Maybe he still can...

"Do you have a date yet?"

He sighs. "No, mom. I haven't had time to ask anyone if they're available."

"Sangyeon," his mom whines, and he can almost physically see her pout. "You have to start putting yourself first! You work so much that it's going to be the death of you."

"I know, mom," he relents because he's used to this line of conversation. If he lets her go on any longer, they'll end up at the "I want grandbabies" stage. The thought alone makes Sangyeon want to physically recoil.

"You're so attractive, and you're wasting your youth in that stuffy office," she tuts. "It's a good thing you have a mother like me to help you out."

Sangyeon pauses, not liking the sound of that one bit. "What does that mean?"

"Well, I knew you were going to be too busy to do it yourself, so I found you a date," she nonchalantly says.

Sangyeon's stomach drops, and he suddenly feels lightheaded. "No! I can't."

"What do you mean you can't?"

"I mean," he pauses when his office door opens. You pop in your head, mouthing an apology when you notice he's on the phone, and quietly shut the door. The next words that come out of his mouth are done without thought. "I already have someone that I want to ask."

The silence that reaches his ears has him holding his breath. "Are you lying to your mother right now?"

"No, I'm not. There's someone that I'm planning to ask, but it's still too early."

It takes a moment, but then his mom starts squealing in his ears. He pulls his phone away, wincing at the sound. He tries to make out the words she's saying, and at some point, he's pretty sure he hears the words "My baby has a girlfriend".

"Mom," he tries to get her attention. "Mom!"

"Yes, I'm sorry. I'm just so relieved," she tells him, getting ready to go on the spiel he's heard a hundred times before. "You know how badly I've been hoping you'd find someone. It's been such a long time."

"It hasn't been that long," he mutters.

His mother scoffs. "Yes, it has, honey, and that's okay! You should ask your date soon, though. The wedding is this weekend."

Sangyeon sits up in his seat, eyes shooting over to the calendar. Holy freaking crap. How is the wedding already here?! He hasn't even gotten a gift yet!

"Sangyeon?" He hears his mom calling his name, and he clears his throat.

"I'll make sure to ask her today, mom. I have to go, though. Someone's at my door. I'll see you this weekend. Love you!"

He hangs up the phone and sinks into his seat. He is so screwed. How is he going to get you to come with him? Not only is it such short notice, but it's wildly inappropriate. He's your boss! Also, why did just seeing your face give him the idea to ask you? Where did that thought even come from?

Maybe there's someone else he can ask... He pulls out his phone and starts scrolling through his contacts. His body feels heavier and heavier the further down he scrolls. All of his contacts are business related, except for a few, and those ones he's not willing to ask to be his date this weekend.

Sangyeon stares blankly at the chairs in front of him. The disbelief over his lie truly starting to settle in. He'd never intended to ask you out. Truthfully, the thought never crossed his mind because dating is so far off his radar. Then, his mom said she'd found him a date, and he panicked. When you popped into his office, it was like fate was giving him a way out, and he seized it. Quickly. ... Maybe too quickly.

He starts mentally making a pros and cons list. Pros? You're easy to get along with, you're better than someone he barely knows, and you're... very attractive - though Sangyeon will never admit that out loud. Cons? He's your freaking boss, and it's basically illegal!

Y/N's POV

The phone on your desk rings, and you immediately answer without looking at the screen. When you hear Sangyeon's voice telling you it's okay to come into his office now, you quickly disconnect the call and grab your notebook.

When you enter his office, his face appears even more strained than it did the first time you popped in. He suddenly looks like he wants to sprint out of his office unseen, but he tries to cover it up when he spots you.

"Good morning," he murmurs, and you detect a slight breathiness behind it.

"Morning," you respond as cheerfully as you can. As if your response will determine his mood change. "So, I just thought I'd go over your schedule for -"

"Are you busy this weekend?"

Your entire being freezes as you try to process his question. Mouth still hanging open, you furrow your brows and look around his office dumbfounded. Are you busy this weekend? Why? Does Lee Tech have an event or something? Nothing is immediately coming to mind.

"No?" You let the questioning tone linger in your voice.

He takes a deep breath. "I know this isn't entirely appropriate... but I'm wondering if you'll accompany me to a wedding on Saturday?"

There's a nervous glint in his eyes as he watches your reaction. Surely, you didn't hear him right... There's no possible way that your boss - the CEO of Lee Tech - just asked you to come with him to a WEDDING. The boss that says he doesn't want his employees dating. Your BOSS?

The panic starts to set in. You need to say no. You should say no. Can you say no? There's no way you can go as his date to anything, right? That's just... That's... absurd.

Sangyeon must see the emotions flitting across your face because he quickly attempts to distill your impending freakout. "This will in no way affect your job. I'll even pay you if you want."

He winces as he hears his words, and you pause long enough to consider if he's offering you a job as an escort or something. 

"That's not..." he sighs, one of his hands coming up to rub his temple. "My mother is trying to set me up with a blind date for my sister's wedding. In a moment of recklessness, I told her that I already had one. Now, I have to find someone to be my date, and it'll either be you or some stranger off the street."

Some of your panic dissipates. At least there's a reason behind why he's randomly asking you, and it's not that he's into you or anything. Still, you can't help but wonder why you're an option.

"There's no one else you can take?"

He only looks slightly uncomfortable when he responds. "There's no one else that I'm willing to take. No. I suppose if you tell me no, I can make one of those dating profiles, but... that seems more complicated than just asking you."

There's a part of you that's trying to figure out if you should be flattered or insulted by this entire situation. Not that it matters, but still.

"So, I can say no?"

He gives you a serious look. "Your answer will absolutely not affect your work in the slightest. If you say yes, that's great. Nothing will change. If you say no, I'll make one of those dating profiles and hope for the best."

Sangyeon's face, as he thinks about the second option, is comical. He looks like he'd rather have a root canal than get on a dating profile. That, paired with his claim that this changes absolutely nothing, helps relax you the rest of the way. One thing you've learned about him is that he means what he says.

"Okay."

"Okay?" He repeats with wide eyes like he's not sure he heard you properly.

You nod. "I'll be your fake date, but you have to come up with a cover story because I'm not doing that."

"Done. Fine. That's... great." He abruptly stands up from his seat. "Thank you."

Seeing Sangyeon so bent out of shape pleases you for some reason. It makes you feel like you're on the same playing level for once, and a part of you is dying to find out the backstory behind it and why he has an extreme aversion to dating. Hopefully, you'll find out when you get around his family.

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When you get home that night, you very much find yourself needing some bff time to decompress everything that's happened since you started the new job. Thankfully, you had the insight to text Kevin before you left work and asked begged him to come over asap.

What you didn't count on - though you one thousand percent should've - was him absolutely living for all of the mess you're telling him.

"Wait. Wait. Wait." Kevin waves his hand, his wine frighteningly close to spilling on your couch. "Which one did you sleep with?"

You sigh for the tenth time. "That's Sunwoo. Sangyeon is the one that asked me to the wedding."

"And which one is the sexy one?"

You purse your lips, already irritated by your answer. "Both of them."

Kevin lightly touches his face like he's going to cry. "I'm so proud of you. I always knew I raised you to be a hoe."

"Kevin! I am not being a hoe!" You toss our throw pillow at him, no longer caring if he drips some wine onto your plush couch.

"Shh," he holds up his hand. "Let me live in the moment."

You fall back until your head lands on the arm of the couch. Looking up at the ceiling, you contemplate how this is your life right now.

A hand pats your thigh, and you glance down at Kevin, who's giving you a look of fake sympathy. "It'll be okay. The wedding will be over before you know it, and everything will go back to normal."

"Do you really think so?"

He bites his lips and stares at you before it finally comes out. "Girl, you're going to a wedding with your boss! No! It's never going to be simple again."

You whine because you know he's probably right - no matter how much Sangyeon claims otherwise.

"What you need to do is take advantage of the situation."

Furrowing your brows, you ask, "How do I do that?'"

Kevin takes a small sip of his wine before he nonchalantly says, "You need to find out who has the bigger dick."

This time, the wine spilling all over your couch is your fault, but it's worth every single stain.

Tagging: @jungkooksworld18 @sungbeam @jenowithjaem @ilovechanhee @maybeifyoutrieddd @winterbeartaehyungbestboy @dontflailmenow @winterchimez @belle643

[from-m-izzy]

gleaming | the boyz lee sangyeon

“Go over the given time and I’ll spoil myself more than you.”

pairing » the boyz lee sangyeon x fem!reader​

trope/au » ​established relationship au!, non-idol au!

genre » 18+ ONLY; MDNI PLEASE! 🔞 explicitly (?) suggestive, there's some fluffy moments here too, reader and sangyeon are very much in love

word count; estimated reading time » 1825; ~7 mins

warnings (lmk if i missed anything!) » dom/sub dynamic, dom!sangyeon, sub!reader, does not include explicit smut but i don't think it's sfw either, very suggestive (as compared to this; forever using it as a main benchmark), sangyeon grabs reader's neck (for a while), sangyeon's hands between reader's thighs (mentions of touching), sangyeon implied to physically taller and bigger than the reader, mentions of nudity (and undressing), panty sniffing; sangyeon of reader's, nicknames (baby girl; sangyeon to reader), kissing, (slight) public touching; sangyeon to reader, suggestive talk (public and private setting); sangyeon to reader, allusions to face sitting, not properly proofread (surprise surprise 😭 i'm sorry)

navi/masterlist!! 🤍

this is written to my dearest (and very old soulmate) ally @winterchimez 😘 happiest birthday to you!!

Sangyeon loves you. He loves you to bits and you believe in that confidently. You never feel any insecurities whenever he would be out without you. Your mind and heart are calm, not making any negative ‘what ifs’ from his actions towards the people around him, wherever he may be; and if anything, you’re confident in this seven-year relationship that you both are mature enough to settle any misunderstandings, should any occur, through conversations and patience. 

Sangyeon, from the very start, has treated you as his one and only. Picking you up from a place without notice? You can count on him to be in the car within a minute. Bringing you flowers whenever a date is scheduled, even when it’s not at some fancy restaurant and just window shopping in the city? Be prepared to have one hand free for the colourful bouquet. Making sure to pack an extra scarf or thick jacket for you to wear because the weather could be unpredictable? The back of his car has around ten of that each. Making sure that your credit card, your phone or any cash never leaves your wallet and bag? He gave the restaurant his card a few hours before he would take you to any restaurant. When you figured that out though, he started bringing it way earlier; sometimes during opening time, sometimes just a huge load of cash a day before. Spoiling you with all styles and colours of clothing, and supporting your hobbies by purchasing in-game items? He even made a copy of his credit card for you to use.

The princess treatment became even more luxurious when you both could afford a little studio together. As a child, you always wanted a big house, painted in your favourite colour and maybe walls stuck with stickers from the dollar store but all you need now is to wake up and sleep next to the love of your life. Everything else ripples after that. After an exhausting day, the thought of having his hand behind your back is enough to rid of the sleepiness before driving. 

Speaking of having a place for you both, Sangyeon has made sure to reserve a place in the corner of the bedroom for you. Whether that be for your gaming set-up or your skincare addiction he has reminded you to check the expiration date on or the albums of your favourite idols. He left his credit card next to your laptop to remind you that he supports you. His support never faltered even now as you're begging him for a date outside the house, hands clasped together in desperation.

“What's the occasion?” An eyebrow lifts in suspicion, his arms crossing in front of his built chest that you laid on last night.

“Nothing!” You shrugged, “There's just a little something that I want to get but shipping is expensive and we get to eat out.” You watch as Sangyeon tilts his head, his eyes narrowing at your wide eyes and the rising corners of your lips.

He knew he couldn't say no to you, no matter what. He was just expecting a lazy day in bed today as your day-offs finally matched after a few weeks. Just thinking of you both cuddling under the bedsheets and feeling your breathing against his bare chest, sharing body warmth through minimal clothing is all it took for that creeping red to make its way to his cheeks. But if his Princess wanted to have an energetic day out instead, then that’s what she’ll get.

You couldn’t help but chuckle confused at how Sangyeon suddenly bent his back, putting his face closer to you, cheeks lining up where your lips would be. When asked, Sangyeon turns his head, purposely flexing his closed smile to show his dimple. Understanding what he wanted, your toes lifted you to kiss one of his best features.

“You could’ve just asked,” rolling your eyes playfully and mimicking his crossed arms whilst walking away.

Your boyfriend stops you from taking another step, cushioning the back of your knee and your back with his sturdy hold. You couldn’t help but exclaim at the sudden levitation, but you knew he would never drop you; at least not to the floor. For extra security, “That wouldn’t be fun though now, would it?”

There’s something about men driving skilfully with one hand on the wheel and the other freestyling to be somewhere else. The very first few stages of the relationship, Sangyeon wanted to make sure that you felt safe in the moving metal vehicle, both hands parallel on the leather circle. Gradually, one hand lowers to rest on the head of the joystick. He knew the way he had his sleeves rolled halfway his arms also drove you crazy, judging from how your thighs would shake and the uneven exhales that are all too audible without much attention. From the corner of his eyes, he sees your thigh muscles contracting, ultimately closing as you look away to face the side mirror instead. 

He demands your attention even when he’s driving, reaching the stage of the relationship where the innocent swipes on the outside of your leg when he changes the control of the joystick to shamelessly keeping your thighs apart, hands venturing further up, riding your dress and skirt closer to your waistline. Occasionally his knuckles would press against where you needed him most and with the little game he started, you always made sure that if you were going to wear shorts or pants, the fabric would be thin enough for you to feel his ministrations.

“Come on,” you released a breath you didn’t know you were holding, relaxing the muscles of your throat. You let out the slightest huff, half disappointed at how Sangyeon didn’t seem to go further. “Let’s go, Princess,” clicking the seatbelt open for you. 

You didn’t bother masking your thoughts, unconsciously throwing a glare that is stronger than you expected. The look woke up Sangyeon’s dominant side and he locked the four doors through the main lock on his side. The realisation of your actions only hit you when Sangyeon easily wrapped a hand around your neck, pulling you into a searing kiss. The hands slide to the side gradually, pulling you by the back of your neck into a messy tongue fight. His collar rumpled against your hold for stability and Sangyeon found it amusing when you lightly moaned into him, a slight smirk adoring your gentle features.

“Here?” You asked at the small frame between your heated session.

“Don’t test me,” kissing you innocently by the tip of your nose, “Let’s go inside now.” Not before he slips a finger on your waistband and snaps it back against your skin did he exit the car, making his way to the other side to open the door for you. Before heading in, he sets a timer on his phone and you smirk at his impatience when he pulls your hips to his growing tent. “Go over the given time and I’ll spoil myself more than you.”

The rest of the shopping trip is tamely innocent. Sangyeon had to take deep inhales to calm his hardening member under his already tight dress pants. Thankfully, you decided to make the best of the time he gave you, dragging him along your shopping journey with a wholesome smile and it calmed the blood pumping throughout his body. Within the first few minutes, Sangyeon is already holding two shopping bags as he recognises some dresses that has been in your shopping cart for some time. The attention to detail is rewarded with a long (but still tame) kiss on his lips. That is until you decide to comment about something that makes his heart excited, dopamine rushing to all the things that he wants to do to you tonight.

“You don’t understand,” putting the bottle of moisturiser that you had a stock of at home, “I need all of these to make sure that my skin stays glowing like right now,” sulking at how your boyfriend does minimal skincare and his skin feels like a newborn baby’s soft, healthy and plump ones, “It’s not fair.”

“Your skin is beautiful, baby girl,” kissing your cheek to prove his point.

“But you can’t ignore the fact that yours is gleaming and immaculate.”

Sangyeon nods, lightly shrugging his shoulder, “I actually have a secret to this gorgeous, glowing skin.” It perks your ears, never hearing that Sangyeon is into such things, “Let’s get out of here and I’ll show you?” You could tell that he was up to something that wasn’t related to skincare but there was no way you didn’t want to find out what he was hiding behind that seemingly cute and pure eye smile of his, not when he didn’t mind cupping your ass, gripping on your flesh in public for everyone to see. Your nod is what makes Sangyeon drag you out of the shopping mall.

He didn’t bother checking if the car was parked prettily in the designated apartment parking and you can sense his neediness with how he left the shopping bags in the back seat, picking you up bridal style from the underground parking, not letting you use your feet. When asked why, in the midst of the tight square volume of the ascending lift, he whispers to the shell of your ears, “It’ll be doing all the workouts from now, don’t worry.”

You wanted to question him, but with just one look into his orbs, the darkness mixed with the lust made your stomach do little flips and the stomach there did an involuntary jolt as you felt your panties dampening with every second passed looking at his black eyes. As soon as you arrive at the room, Sangyeon wastes no time to drop you to sit on the bed. You were about to lie down, as that’s what you would usually do, but this time he tells you to stay still. You watch the strip show in front of you, Sangyeon unbuttoning his shirt but keeping it on. He rids the metal clasps of his belt, kicking his pants behind him and lays on the bed, arms propped behind him, flexing his biceps.

“Take only your panties off, baby girl,” a chill runs down your spine as he asks you and you’re suddenly hypnotised to do so. “Give it to me,” referring to the garment between your fingertips. 

What your boyfriend did next intensified the pulsing between your thighs, “S-Sangyeon,” the lewd scene of him kissing and inhaling the scent of your used underwear where your wet pussy was made your legs shiver.

“Sorry,” he chuckles, putting the garment below his pillow, “Now come sit on my face,”

Your eyes widen at the request, “W-We’ve never done that–”

“Do it, baby girl,” he demands softly, voice cutting through silence dominantly, “Let me do my skincare routine lying down.”

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[loverseon]

SOUL SWAP .ᐟ masterlist coming soon ᯓ★

pairing female reader x ???

genre royal au, fantasy, kinda mystery ish

synopsis you wake up in a bedroom thats not your own. curtains that arent your own, bed thats not your own. a life thats not your own. no one around you seems to take you very seriously when you try and explain that youre… not exactly who they think you are. but hey, who are you to complain when everywhere you look theres a handsome man who wants you?

word count tbd (around 30k+)

warnings angst, fluff, themes of death, suggestive (tbz being sexy what can i say) cursing, slow burn, gradual pairing reveal, will add more tags as we progress

teaser one moodboard playlist

part i. the dream of the golden bedroom

part ii. the hero of the first water

part iii. the saviour of the fallen

part iv. the master of the wild

part v. the commander of the gods

part vi. the ceremony of the conqueror

part vii. the end of the beginning

part viii. epilogue: the princess of stars

a/n shakes u by the shoulders ohhhh its happeninf its happeningg