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smileysuh · 9 months ago

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heart aches

🌙 starring. Jeong Jaehyun x afab!Reader

🔮 preview. Your ex finds your sweet spot as easily as ever, as if it hasn’t been two years since his tongue stroked this specific patch of skin and made your whole body tingle with pleasure. You let out a shaky sigh, threading your fingers through his hair and relaxing against the pillows. “Don’t leave me again,” you whisper. “Never again,” he promises.

tw/cw. foreplay, fingering, mutual masturbation, hand job hand fucking, spitting, finger sucking, inklings of oral fixation, praise, dirty talk, pining, reminiscing, breast worship, teasing, Jae being a simp, unprotected sex, handholding while fucking, Jae is pretty vanilla but pent up as hell, etc… I pet names: (hers) baby.

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 5.3k

🍭 aus. ex's to lovers, non idol au, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. I don't normally do angst, but Idk, this felt right for some reason this month

Prologue:

“What’s wrong?” Jaehyun asks, watching you fiddle around the bedroom while he cuddles with your cat on the bed.

Part of you wants to push back your feelings - you’d kind of been hoping to talk to him at the airport in the morning - but you should have known Jaehyun would realize something is up with you. It’s been a nice long weekend having him home with you.

It’s almost been like he never left.

Almost.

With a deep sigh, you go to sit on the foot of your mattress, staring down at your hands. “I can’t do this anymore,” you say quietly.

The room feels achingly silent, and then the comforter ruffles as Jaehyun sits up. “This?” he asks.

“Us.” The word hurts to even say. “The distance… I mean, I knew continuing our relationship while you’re in a different city at a new university doing your graduate program would be rough… but… I just didn’t know I’d ever feel this lonely.”

Tears are welling in your eyes. You don’t want to break up with Jaehyun- he’s had your heart for four years. Starting over with someone new sounds impossible- but at the same time, being away from him hurts more than you could ever have imagined. It hurts when he calls you every night, being the perfect boyfriend, smiling and telling you about his day. It hurts because you thought you’d go through life together- you thought you’d be there to see it all yourself, not hear about it after the fact on the phone.

“Come here,” Jaehyun says softly, moving your cat off his lap so he can open his arms to you.

You allow Jaehyun to pull you into an embrace, his fingers stroking your hair. His heart is thundering in his ribcage, and you can hear it as you cuddle closer.

“I’m sorry that it came to this,” he breathes, “but I understand.”

You can’t help the tears now, and a choked sob escapes you. You grab at the front of his soft hoodie, wanting to crush the emblem of his new school. Part of you wishes he’d never been accepted into the elite business graduate program, but another part knows that Jaehyun deserves to be where he is now.

You love him, more than you’ve ever loved anyone, and that’s what makes this so painful.

Jaehyun needs to focus on his studies, to build a new life for himself across the country- and you need to do the same. You can’t be a ghost anymore, walking through life like a zombie and waiting to hear from him, constantly checking the time zone differences and calculating what he’s doing based on schedules.

“I can still…” you rub at your eyes, swallowing thickly, “I’ll take you to the airport in the morning-”

“It’s okay, baby,” Jaehyun shushes you gently, kissing the crown of your head. “I can get a cab.”

“Are you angry at me?” you ask, pulling away from his chest to look up at his face, worried about what you might find there.

“Of course not,” Jaehyun assures you, immediately stroking a thumb across your cheek to wipe away your tears. “No matter how much I didn’t want to admit it, I knew things had changed when I moved away. I could see that the distance was a problem. You have needs, and I’m proud of you for voicing them, even if it hurts.”

“My heart is breaking,” you whimper.

Jaehyun frowns. “Mine too.”

“You’re really not mad at me?”

“I could never be mad at you,” Jaehyun promises. “I think it will be easier to talk about this with time, if that’s something you’d be interested in. But for now, how do you feel about just laying down, holding each other, and doing our best to enjoy tonight- if it’s going to be our last.”

It might be easier if he was mad at you, if he yelled and swore and tried to make you change your mind- but Jaehyun’s never been an abusive type. Instead, he holds you close, and as you softly cry on his chest, you begin to drift off to sleep.

One

Even in a crowded bar, one distant laugh makes your blood run cold. You grip your drink, heart thundering in your rib cage as you scan your surrounding area.

It’s been two years since you broke up with Jaehyun. Even so, you’d recognize his voice anywhere.

“You good?” your best friend asks, reading your change in expression.

“Yeah, I just thought I heard-” as you’re about to say his name, you spot Jaehyun. He’s leaning against the bar top, chatting with a man whose back is to you.

God, he still looks so good.

Your chest aches, throat going dry. As you watch him, his eyes move to take in the bar. You’re quick to shift your gaze, lifting your drink to your lips to down the rest of it.

“I need to get out of here,” you mutter.

“What? Why?” Your friend reaches for your arm, pulling you closer to check in on you.

“My ex is here.”

“Which one?”

“Which one do you think?” You let out a laugh, but there’s no humor in it.

“Fuck.”

“Yeah. Listen, have fun, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” You hand her your empty glass, giving her one last look before you turn to head to the entrance of the bar.

You can feel eyes on you as you push through the crowd, but you chalk it up to being paranoid. You slip through the front doors, intent on hailing a taxi. As you make it to the cement sidewalk, you hear your name behind you, and that familiar voice has your blood running cold for a second time tonight.

“Y/N?”

Your whole body freezes, and for a moment, you truly consider running. But you’ve already run from Jaehyun once before, and you don’t have it in yourself to do it again.

With a deep breath, you turn to face your ex, your first love, the man you’ve never recovered from.

“I thought that was you,” Jaehyun mutters quietly, shoving his hands into his pockets as he stares at you.

You don’t even know what to say, so you keep your mouth shut, taking in his pretty face and the broad set of his shoulders.

“Sorry, maybe I shouldn’t have followed you,” he admits finally. “It doesn’t look like you want to talk.”

Jaehyun turns to head back inside, and your body reacts on its own accord; you grab at his arm, and it makes him stop. He looks down at your hand, wrapped around his forearm, then up at you.

“We…” you swallow thickly, “we can talk. I just… I don’t know what to say.”

“That makes two of us.”

You drop your hand from his arm when you realize he’s not going anywhere.

“I uh…” Jaehyun clears his throat. “I got back to town a month ago. Meant to message you- but I didn’t know what to say then either.”

“You completed your program?”

“Yup. With flying colors.”

“I guess I always expected you to be a big shot and move to some other city- what are you doing back here?”

“Unfinished business… maybe.” Jaehyun dips his head, looking down at the ground. You watch him absentmindedly kick at an old cigarette butt.

He can’t be talking about you… can he?

“Anyways,” Jaehyun meets your eyes again, “how’ve you been?”

“I’ve been…” you search for the right word, “okay.”

“Yeah? Happy?”

“Sort of. You?”

Jaehyun shrugs, offering you a lopsided smile that makes your heart ache. “Sort of. It was two years of studying. Didn’t have much time for extracurriculars, as you know.”

So your breakup is still a sore spot for him, you can sense it in his words. He’s not outwardly saying it, but… it’s there all the same. There’s something of an apology in his statement, because you do know how hard it was for him to find time for things outside of school- it had been the main reason you’d had to call things off with him.

“How about you?” he presses. “Any uh… any protective boyfriend who’s about to show up and beat my ass?”

You can’t believe he’s asking you outright about this, and the question actually makes you let out a small laugh. You shake your head. “No. No boyfriend.”

“Good. I mean… I hoped you were happy, but uh, you know, it’s nice to hear that, well, you know what I mean.” Jaehyun looks down again, and you can see his ears turning red.

It’s as clear as day that Jaehyun still cares about you. The way he’s acting tells you everything you need to know… well, almost everything.

“So…” you wrap your arms around yourself, “are you planning on leaving again? Do you know how long you’ll be in town?”

“Nothing is set in stone,” Jaehyun admits, cocking his head to the side as he looks at you. “Listen, I’m just going to say it.” He takes a deep breath, meanwhile, you can’t even breathe. “I never got over you. I mean, how could I? You’re everything, and- I understand why we broke up, I really do. But my program is over now, and if you give me another chance, I promise not to go anywhere ever again, at least, not without you right there by my side.”

“Jaehyun-”

“If you need some time to think about it, I totally get that-”

Jaehyun goes to take a step back, and you find yourself grabbing at him once more. Your body simply can’t let him go- not now, not ever again.

Your ex looks down at your hand on his forearm, and as you open your mouth to give him your response, no words come to mind. Your gaze dips to his lips, and before you know what you’re even doing, you’re moving in to kiss him.

Jaehyun is frozen in place at the initial meeting of your lips, but after a moment, you feel his body relax. His hands gently slip to your waist, tugging you closer as he slants his mouth against your own. You feel him release a small groan, and a whimper bubbles in your chest.

How many times have you dreamt of this moment? How many times have you thought about kissing Jaehyun?

Your arms wrap around the back of his neck, and you allow yourself to get lost in the feeling of him-

Someone lets out a whistle, and you roughly pull back from Jaehyun, your eyes finding the two bouncers outside the bar, who are staring at you with wolfish grins.

“Is there somewhere we can go to talk?” Jaehyun asks, resting his forehead against your own.

“Come home with me.”

Two

It feels like deja vu to be walking into your apartment with Jaehyun. You’ve had the same unit for years- and you know it must feel even weirder for your ex to be here again after practically living here with you for half of your time in university together.

As you toss your keys onto the entryway table, you hear a familiar meow. Your cat slinks in from the kitchen, but instead of heading to you, she immediately moves toward Jaehyun’s feet, letting out an obnoxiously loud purr as she begins to rub against him.

“Looks like Mittens hasn’t forgotten me either,” Jaehyun smiles, immediately bending down to pick up the fluffy grey and white kitty. She leans into his touch, purring like an engine as he scratches he cheeks. Her paws begin to make softies on his arm, and it makes your heart ache.

You’ve dated a few guys casually in Jaehyun’s absence, and Mittens has never liked any of them. She always was a daddy’s girl- after all, you’d started dating Jaehyun only a few months after you’d picked her up from the shelter.

You still have pictures of the two of them on your phone, hidden in a secret file- you’d never had the heart to delete them, and as you watch their reunion, you’re glad you never did.

“She missed you,” you admit. “We both did.”

You watch Jaehyun’s Adam’s apple bob with effort, your words clearly invoking emotion. You’re quick to look away.

“Can I get you anything?” you ask, kicking off your shoes. “I had a few drinks at the bar, was planning on making a grilled cheese-”

“You still do that?” Jaehyun asks.

“Yeah.” Your throat feels dry admitting another ghost of your past you still haven’t been able to shake. “I still do that.”

Grilled cheese after a night out had always been your thing, and when you’d started dating Jaehyun, it had become his thing too. You can’t even count how many nights the two of you came home from university parties only to make a grilled cheese and collapse on your bed, giggling and kissing like kids in love.

“A grilled cheese sounds perfect,” Jaehyun says. “Thank you.”

He follows you into the kitchen. As you begin to make the late-night snack, you realize Jaehyun has no intention of putting Mittens down. She basks in his attention, letting out upset chirps any time he tries to stop petting her to help you in small ways.

Jaehyun asks you about your job, and from that, the two of you begin to talk about your lives over the past two years. It feels too natural to slip into this type of conversation. His presence is so calming and familiar- by the time you’re done making the grilled cheese for you to share, it’s almost as if the past two years never happened.

It’s almost as if you never left him.

Almost as if he never left you first.

“Do you want to eat in here?” Jaehyun asks, heading to the small kitchen table.

“We can go to my bedroom,” you say softly. “Unless you wanted to be here.”

“Your bedroom is good.”

He follows you through your apartment, but when you get to your room, he stops in the doorway.

“I can’t get over how little this place has changed,” he muses, looking at the layout of the space.

“Yeah,” you sit down on your bed, lifting your legs onto the mattress and setting the plate by your knee. “I guess I’m used to it like this.”

Jaehyun knows all too well how comfortable you get, how hard it is for you to make changes. You think it must be one of the reasons he never fought the breakup. If you’d gotten to the point of needing an emotional separation to deal with the physical distance, pushing you to change your mind would have only made things worse.

“Can we come sit with you?” Jaehyun asks.

“Of course.” You gesture to the mattress. “Make yourself at home, Jae.”

With a small chuckle, he comes to join you. He’s careful when he sets Mittens down, and she immediately stretches, letting out a massive yawn before coming to investigate the grilled cheese.

Jaehyun reaches for his half of the sandwich. “I missed these.”

“It’s just a grilled cheese,” you laugh.

“Yeah, but there’s something special about the way you make it. I can’t explain it.”

You can only offer him a smile as you both lift the gooey, cheesy, greasy, crispy bread to your lips. The crunch is satisfying, and Jaehyun shifts the food to his right hand so he can pet Mittens with his left.

The two of you eat in silence, but there’s nothing uncomfortable about it. As your meal comes to a quick end, your phone begins to ring, and you stand up to answer it. “Give me a sec,” you tell him, exiting the room while Mittens rushes to follow you.

“Hey girl,” your best friend says. “You okay?”

“I’m good.”

“Seeing your ex must have been pretty hard.”

“Actually, uh…” you look toward your open bedroom door, swallowing thickly then lowering your voice, “he’s at my apartment with me.”

“What!?”

“Yeah, we’re talking things out.”

“Just talking?” You can hear the cheeky grin in her voice.

“Don’t be like that,” you laugh.

“Girl, you and that man were a dream couple. He’s the one that got away, and now he’s in your apartment- he’s probably sitting on your bed, eating grilled cheese-”

“God, stop,” you groan. “Am I that predictable?”

“Nah, it was hashtag just couple things. Okay, look, obviously you’re doing good- I was worried you were somewhere crying and drowning yourself in booze. I’ll leave you be. Say hi to him for me.”

“Will do.” You hang up, looking down at Mittens. She’s circling your feet, and with a sigh, you go to refill her food bowl. You’d given her lunch hours ago, and you feel bad that she just watched you down a grilled cheese with nothing for her own little mittens to get a hold of.

Also… your best friend knows you too well.

Your body is reacting to Jaehyun as if there was never a separation- or maybe, your body is reacting because there was a separation. Your pulse is picking up with each step back to your bedroom, and when you close the door behind you, Jaehyun cocks a brow, finishing his grilled cheese with one last large bite.

“You good?” he asks.

“I’m great,” you tell him, approaching the bed.

“Yeah?” Jaehyun’s gaze moves to the closed door, and he offers you a dimpled grin, mischief flaring on the edges of his expression. “You locked out Mittens.”

Nothing gets past this man. You’ve never loved getting intimate while Mittens is trying to hog Jaehyun’s attention, and you shouldn’t be surprised that he got you figured out the moment you closed the door to your bedroom.

“Don’t even with me, Jae.” You sigh, collapsing onto the mattress next to him while he moves the grilled cheese plate to the side table.

“Look, I don’t want you to feel any pressure just cuz I’m here and we’re sitting on your bed-”

“Does it look like I feel pressure?” you ask, hyper-aware of the way your dress is riding up your thighs.

Jaehyun gives you a slow once-over. “I guess not.”

“You really mean what you said about not going away a second time?” You look down. “Because I don’t think I could take it if we gave this another try and three months down the line you moved cities again.”

Your ex nods. “I promise. If you give me one more chance, I won’t let you down.”

You stare at Jaehyun for a moment, studying the sincerity on his face. “Okay.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You open your arms, resting back against the pillows and spreading your legs. “Now come here.”

Jaehyun practically leaps on top of you. He slots between your thighs like he was made to be there, his mouth pressing to your own while you wrap him in a tight embrace. He kisses you like he’s been starved of your lips.

He retains some of the gentleness that he’d exhibited outside of the club, but there’s a desperation too, you can almost taste it on him… along with the grilled cheese.

The thought makes you smile, and Jaehyun breaks the kiss to look down at you, also grinning. “What?”

“Nothing, just- I’m happy.”

“Me too,” he admits, looking down at your beaming face before he grabs your jaw between his thumb and forefinger, angling your head to the side so he can access your neck. Your ex finds your sweet spot as easily as ever, as if it hasn’t been two years since his tongue stroked this specific patch of skin and made your whole body tingle with pleasure.

You let out a shaky sigh, threading your fingers through his hair and relaxing against the pillows.

“Don’t leave me again,” you whisper.

“Never again,” he promises, voice husky in your ear.

His hand slides down the curve of your body, grasping at your thighs and slowly pushing your dress up. Your hips move, rutting in an attempt to spur him on. When his fingers finally find your core through your panties, you swear you see stars. He begins to rub your clit, circling it as he applies more and more pressure.

His mouth continues on your neck, and you begin to whimper from the stimulus.

You’d nearly forgotten how good it feels to be touched by someone who knows you inside and out- by someone who cares about your pleasure more than he’s ever cared about his own.

“Jae,” you whimper, breathing heavily as he rubs your core.

“Yes, baby?” His lips are gentle along your throat, and the feather-light touch almost teases you more than a rougher one would.

“Can we skip the foreplay? I need you.”

Jaehyun’s fingers stop on your clit, and he pushes himself up on an elbow, looking down at you with a quizzical set to his brow. “Skip the foreplay?” he repeats, letting out a scoff. “Baby, I’ve been thinking about what I’d do to you if you ever gave me a second chance for over two years. We’re not skipping the foreplay.”

“But-”

“Please don’t argue with me. Just let me have this. Just let me enjoy the body I’ve missed so much. I’ve missed your sounds, the way you react to my touch-” his fingers pick up their pace on your clit again, and you let out a whine, pushing toward him again. “See? You’re perfect. No matter how many memories of this I have, nothing compares to the real thing.”

When you’d been dating Jaehyun initially, he was - for lack of a better word - pretty vanilla. This dirty talk is new, and it makes your stomach erupt into butterflies. Your mind goes practically blank, lulled into a lusty trance by the musings of a man who’s clearly bewitched by you, body and soul.

When your gaze dips down to his hand between your thighs, you notice the way his cock is straining in his pants. “Can I…” you swallow thickly, “Can I touch you too?”

“Yeah.” His mouth returns to your throat, and he pushes your panties to the side, dragging his fingers through your soaked folds. “Fuck, baby, you’re so wet for me.”

You mewl at his words, quickly fumbling with the button of his pants so you can push them down just far enough to take his cock out of his briefs. Jaehyun releases a low groan and it makes your pussy flutter as you begin to stroke him.

Your ex reacts by slipping his fingers into your core, two long digits going knuckle deep. He tests your walls, grazing your g-spot when he begins to lazily pump his hand, his palm firmly pressing to your clit.

A whimper of pleasure escapes you, and you can feel Jaehyun grin against your neck. “The prettiest sounds,” he muses. “How did you ever get this pretty?”

It’s a rhetorical question, and it makes you feel cock drunk and dumb, your chest pushing up against his own, looking for stimulus- your nipples are hard in your bralette, but you wish you were naked already, wish you could feel him better-

“Jae?”

“Yes, baby?”

“Can you take my dress off?”

Jaehyun pulls his hand away from your core, bringing his two wet fingers to your lips. He pushes them into your mouth, propping himself up so he can look down at you while you suck his digits clean. “I thought you’d never ask.”

You groan around his fingers, the act of sucking is turning you on more than you’d care to admit, but it ends too quickly as Jaehyun pulls his hand away.

He sits up, taking off his own shirt first. Then he reaches down to grab at the hem of your dress, slowly dragging it up your form. Jaehyun’s eyes take in each strip of newly exposed skin, and you can see the way his pupils have blown with interest.

You lift your shoulders off the bed, making it easier for him to tear the fabric off of you and toss it to the side. This leaves you in your bralette and panties, both of which you’re eager to have join your dress on the floor.

Jaehyun’s hand reaches out to cup your breast, his thumb smoothing over the pebbled nipple that’s pushing through the silky fabric. He squeezes you gently, forcing you to release a moan of pleasure.

A moment later, he’s removing your panties, then your bra, fingers pinching at your newly exposed nipple.

Your hand, meanwhile, returns to his cock- only for Jaehyun to grab at your wrist, pulling you away.

You’re about to ask what’s wrong, but then Jaehyun turns your hand palm up, and he spits into the center of it, bringing it back to his cock.

There’s no way that action should have been as sexy as it was- your core throbbing as you begin to stroke his rock-hard length.

With one last lustful look at your body, Jaehyun settles over top of you again, his mouth seeking out your breasts while you pump his cock. The feeling of his tongue flicking against you has you crying out, pushing your chest toward his mouth. His teeth graze over your sensitive nipple and you respond by applying more pressure to his cock.

Jaehyun groans loudly, rutting his hips into your hand, which stills so you can allow him to fuck your palm. He continues to worship your breasts while his hips do most of the work, and you surrender yourself to the pleasurable scenario you’ve found yourself in.

“You know…” Jaehyun presses another kiss to your nipple, “I was going to ask you to sit on my face, but… it’s hard being this close to your pretty pussy and not just… slipping it in.”

“Yeah?” You guide his cock closer to your core, so that when he ruts his hips, the tip of his cock glides through your soaked folds. “Then just do it.”

“Here I was, saying not to skip the foreplay- but here I am, giving in to you like always.”

Jaehyun releases a laugh, and it makes you giggle along with him, because it’s true. Jaehyun may have this sexy, devil-may-care attitude, but he’s always been a total simp for you.

He was completely wrapped around your finger when you first met, and he’s completely wrapped around your finger now. It’s interesting how so much can change, and so little can change at the same time.

“You just feel so good,” Jaehyun groans, thrusting again, the tip of his pretty pink flushed cock just slipping inside of you-

“Fuck, Jae, please-” you push your chest up toward his face again, pumping his length, trying to guide him deeper-

He brings his mouth to your own, capturing you in a breathtaking kiss as he sheaths himself into your wet core.

You let out a low whine, wrapping your legs around his hips and releasing his cock in favor of grabbing his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin.

“Fuck-” Jaehyun moans, staying still inside of you while your walls pulse around his shaft. “Missed this perfect pussy, baby.”

“Missed your perfect cock,” you retort, tangling your fingers in his soft hair and drawing him in for another kiss.

His tongue clashes against your own, his hands finding your hips so he can steady himself as he begins to rut into you.

You love getting lost in him. You can feel your mind slipping away, your body giving into its primal instincts as Jaehyun makes love to you the way he has so many times before.

One of his hands finds your own, taking it from his shoulder and lacing your fingers above you, pressing you into the pillow. He breaks the kiss to look down at you, breathing heavily.

“There’s so much I’ve wanted to say,” Jaehyun admits.

“Then say it,” you urge him, cupping his cheek with your free hand.

He nuzzles against your palm, closing his eyes for a moment while he enjoys your touch. “I’ve missed everything about you. You’ve been on my mind every day for two years.”

Your heart aches.

“It’s more than just the sex, and you know it. I’ve missed holding you,” he squeezes your hand, “missed sleeping next to you. Missed late-night talks and grilled cheese. Missed your laugh and the way your eyes light up when you’re happy. Missed the way you cry at sad parts in movies-”

As he talks, the pace of his thrusts gets faster, and you find it harder and harder not to moan like a whore and interrupt his cute little speech about missing you.

In fact, it’s hard to even keep your eyes open, but your gaze is caught in his own. Jaehyun’s staring into your soul, baring himself to you like a man who’s brought all his walls down.

“I love you,” Jaehyun says gruffly, “I’ve never stopped loving you. Not for one single day. It’s you, and it’s always been you.”

Your stomach muscles clench at his admission, orgasm bubbling to the surface fast from the combination of his movements and his words.

“You don’t have to say anything,” he assures you, licking his lips. “Just rub your clit and let me feel your perfect pussy clench around me as you cum, that will be answer enough.”

With a loud whine, you throw your head back against the pillow, threading your free hand between your bodies. The first touch of your fingers on your clit has you throbbing already, and you release a gasp.

“That’s it, baby,” Jaehyun coos, lips finding your throat. “Just like that.”

“Jae-”

“I know, I know you’re close- must be pent up like me, right? We’re both going to cum way too fast, but that’s okay, we have all the time in the world to enjoy each other- the way I’m going to eat your perfect pussy for breakfast tomorrow morning-”

Your core pulses at the thought, and you rub your clit harder.

“Gonna let go for me, right, baby? I’m so close, want you to cum with me.”

“I’m there-” you tell him, shivering as he licks the sweet spot on your throat. ‘Fuck, Jae-”

“You want me to cum inside right? You’re still on the-”

“Cum inside,” you interrupt him. “God, fuck, please- need you to fill me up-”

Jaehyun groans, squeezing your hand again. His lips move from your neck to your mouth, and your tongues clash in a breathless, moan-filled frenzy, your orgasms just out of reach-

One more whimpered “please” out of you has Jaehyun moaning, his high crashing into him. You can feel him filling you up with his cum, and it triggers your own orgasm. A gasp escapes you, your sensitive nipples pressing against his chiseled chest-

You can feel him everywhere. He’s all-consuming. You completely let go, sounds uninhibited, pussy throbbing harder than it has in the past two years.

Jaehyun fucks you through it, until you’re both sweaty, gasping messes. Then he collapses on top of you, giving your captured hand one last squeeze before adjusting. He rolls off of you just enough to tuck you close to his chest, hand finding your hair and beginning to pet you.

You can hear the racing of his heart as he catches his breath.

As you come down from your high, you feel a welling of emotion bubbling inside of you. You’re shocked when a tear rolls down your cheek, and you’re quick to brush it away. Jaehyun notices the movement and tilts his head to assess you.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you sniffle. “I’m just…. I’m happy, and I missed you a lot.”

“Baby,” Jaehyun’s fingers draw pretty nothings on your back, “I promise I’m not going anywhere ever again.”

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🔮 preview. “Listen, I promised myself I wasn't going to cum in or on you tonight - you know, seeing as you’re my wife tomorrow and I don’t want to disrespect you - but since you’re begging for it,” Jaehyun slips the tip of his cock inside of you, only to pull away, “I guess I can settle for cumming on your ass, but only if we shower together after.”

cw/ tw. Unprotected sex, creampie, pussy eating champ Jae, pussy worship, fingering, 69, blow job, hand job, deep throating, gentle choking, begging, dirty talk, slight cum kink/mentions of exhibitionism, finger sucking, multiple reader orgasms, etc… I petnames. (hers) baby.

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🌙 starring. Jaehyun x afab!Reader

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Since you got back with Jaehyun over a year ago, the two of you haven’t been separated for longer than twelve hours, but tomorrow is the day of your wedding, and there are certain traditions about the bride and groom staying apart- so here you are, cuddled on a couch in your hotel room, missing your fiance.

When your phone rings and Jaehyun’s pretty face shows up as the contact on your screen, you fumble over yourself to pause your movie and answer it. “Jae?”

“Hey, baby. What room are you in again?”

You think about it for a moment. You’d never actually told him where you’re staying in the hotel… “Why do you want to know?”

“Maybe I wanna send my fiance flowers before our wedding tomorrow.”

God, why’s he so charming?

You give him your room number without a second thought, hanging up with an ‘I love you.’

Five minutes later, there’s a knock at the door, and you open it to find Jaehyun standing there with a massive dimpled grin on his face, and a vase of flowers in his hands. “Hi, baby.”

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jji-lee · 3 months ago

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mark turned his phone off, silencing the never ending calls and texts from his friends. to be fair, he was never planning on fighting jaehyun, god knows jae would beat him to the pulp. but he just wanted to get to the bar as soon as possible to get you out of a situation that you'd regret tomorrow morning, much like the kiss you two shared.

𖦹

when he entered the bar he was greeted by a short blonde lady, a kind smile on her face,

"hello welcome to 127, do you have a reservation? or is a party waiting for you?"

he didn't think twice before quickly responding,

"uh yeah someone's waiting for me. do you have a party under y/n y/ln? or jung jaehyun?"

she nodded, opening her notepad, looking through the reservation names.

"yep, right here, jung jaehyun, follow me sir."

he followed behind her looking around to see all the nasty drunk men attempting, and failing, at trying to get with a girl at the bar. he grimaced, thinking about jaehyun possibly doing that to you. he balled his fist, ducking his head for the rest of the walk, choosing to not look around.

𖦹

they arrived at a closed door towards the back of the bar, a private room. the lady knocked on the door loudly, hoping the people inside would hear her over the music playing, before gesturing for mark to go inside. he took a deep breath before opening the door, preparing to see the worst. but when he stepped inside you and jaehyun were anything but close to each other.

jaehyun was swaying in front of the large tv, microphone pressed against his lips as he sang some sappy breakup song, something about roses. you, on the other hand, were slumped against the couch, bottle in one hand and your phone in the other.

you lifted the bottle to take a sip, when you felt a hand tug it away from you.

"hey! i was drinking tha- mark!"

you sat up, reaching forward to grab a plastic cup and throwing it towards jaehyun's back. he flinched turning around to look at you,

"what is it, i already said no more drin- mark! it took you long enough!"

jaehyun stopped the music before reaching over to greet mark, pulling him into a side hug.

"mark buddy, she is totally wasted, and so am i-"

he poked his cheek with his finger,

"but i have someone coming to pick me up, if you want, you can take my car and drive y/n home, what do you think?"

mark nodded slowly, confused as to why jaehyun hadn't tried to make a move on you yet, but his thoughts were interrupted as jae placed his car keys into his hand. he didn't miss the wink jaehyun sent him before going back to turn on the music.

he looked over at you as you smiled up at him, blinking cutely. he bit back a smile as he squatted down,

"get on, we're leaving."

you slowly walked behind him before laying your stomach on his back, arms coming to wrap around his neck. mark grunted quietly as he grabbed the back of your legs and stood up, turning one last time to catch jaehyun waving goodbye.

𖦹

as he walked to the car he felt your warm breath fan over his ear, making him burn up. he stuttered as he spoke,

"um, y/n, uh how much have you had to drink?"

you laid your head on his shoulder, lips close to his neck,

"last time you asked me that you kissed me, is that what you're trying to do?"

he choked on his spit, bouncing you up as he fixed you on his back.

"no what, of course no-"

you giggled,

"i'm just kidding markie. i had maybe 2 bottles of soju, maybe 4, maybe more, i'm not too sure."

he placed you down as he opened the car door, helping you get inside, before buckling your seatbelt.

"well, it's obvious you've had more than enough, i'm taking you home okay?"

you nodded firmly, pouting your lips. mark could die at how cute you were right now, flushed cheeks, light sweat forming on your hairline, your pretty lips puckered. he mumbled something about, you having to be more careful who you drink with, before hopping into the drivers seat and driving to your building.

𖦹

the drive was quiet, the silence filled by you occasionally humming to what played on the radio. and getting you to your apartment went smoothly as you both were able to take the elevator straight up. what he couldn't handle was the stares you kept giving him. since you left the bar to when you got in front of your door, you kept glancing over at mark, smiling slightly before looking at his lips and then back up to his eyes. mark had to take deep breaths in order to restrain himself from attaching his lips to yours, quickly turning away each time he caught you staring.

once he helped you unlock your door, he figured his night was over, mission accomplished, he could now slip into his warm bed and try to contain his embarrassing moans as he thought of your sweet flushed face, but you had other plans.

"where are you going markie? the beds over here."

you grabbed his hand, intertwining your fingers, before dragging him into your apartment. he followed behind you dumbly, not fully processing what was going on.

𖦹

when he finally stepped into your bedroom you let go of his hand, doing a little spin and striking a pose.

"this- this right here is my room."

he giggled at your silly movements, taking a moment to process everything in your room.

it was simple, just a bed and bookshelf desk. plenty of cute plushies and pillows adorning your bed, a little clothing rack holding your clothes and shoes. everything was either a shade of white or pink, pretty and perfect, just like you. but the thing that shocked mark the most was the smell. stepping into your room felt almost as close to the feeling of kissing you. the smell was all around him, warm, soft and sweet, if he licked his lips he felt like he could taste you. his cheeks felt hot as he looked back at you, now sat on your bed, legs crossed, smiling up at him, arms extended. he slowly stepped towards you, hesitant to touch you. but you pushed him away when he got too close.

"i don't want a hug, help me take this thing off mark!"

he looked down at you confused, trying to find a way to help you. he tugged at your shirt, struggling when it wouldn't budge. how do you get this thing off? you noticed his struggle and laid back on the bed using your fingers and legs to shimmy out of your pants, only thing left was your body suit and undergarments.

mark quickly turned away face now burning red.

"oh, uh, sorry, i- i don't think i can help you, can you do if yourself?"

he heard you huff and then the sound of fabric rustling.

"i can do it, just go find me a shirt, they're hanging over there."

he walked towards your clothing rack, searching for the comfiest shirt. he landed on a huge white tee, some anime design he couldn't recognize on the back. he turned to give you the shirt, mouth going dry. there you were sitting, legs crossed again, only your panties covering your lower half, and well, your hands covering the top. you took your hands off your breasts and crawled forward, snatching the shirt from his hand.

"gimme, it's cold."

he turned around again as you put the shirt on.

"i'm gonna, i'm gonna go to the bathroom real quick, okay?"

he was out before you could even respond, locking himself in the bathroom.

he looked at his pink face in the mirror.

"get it together mark lee. it's not like you've never seen a naked woman before! what is going on with you-"

he looked down at his pants, groaning at the evident bulge poking through his grey sweats.

he splashed some cold water on his face looking at himself in the mirror one last time, gently slapping his face.

"you got this mark, you got this."

when he walked back into the room he immediately panicked again, there you were standing on the bed, a mystery bottle in your hand. he rushed over to you attempting to get you down from there. you plopped down onto the bed, taking a sip of the bottle.

he reached for the bottle taking it from you,

"give me that, no more drinking, you go to bed now."

you giggled at his attitude, hopping out of bed. you began to prance around the room, humming a song he didn't know.

"y/n i'm serious, get into bed now."

he was starting to get frustrated. mark can't even remember the last time he dealt with a drunk person, actually, he can. it was haechan's birthday party and haechan thought it was an amazing idea to get shitfaced. the night ended with jeno and mark taking turns hosing haechan down and putting him to sleep in the bathtub.

he knew how to deal with dirty drunk men, what does he do when the drunk person in question is the prettiest girl he's ever laid eyes on?

he put the bottle down on your desk and got into bed, pulling the covers open for you.

"come in, come sleep with me."

you gasped, raising your finger to point at him,

"mark lee! how easy do you think i am? just because you're insanely hot, and an amazing kisser, and have on those grey sweats, none- none of that means i'm going to sleep with you!"

he chuckled as you continued to ramble,

"and you know what, since i'm being honest. i do actually, want to sleep with you! but you-"

you got close to his face, poking his lips,

"youuu, have a stupid crush! and i, i am a girls girl, well, maybe not since i kissed you, but i am now! but its sooo hard dammit! i hope something tragic happens to her, oh!"

you brought your hands up to cover your mouth,

"no i don't, i didn't mean that! but i kinda did! mark lee i hate you!"

you threw yourself on the bed next to him, letting out a loud breath, crossing your arms. he reached towards you, grabbing onto your waist, pulling you up to lay on his chest.

"okay baby, i get it, but it's time for bed now, okay?"

"don't call me that mark lee, you love to see me suffer."

you felt his chest rumble as he chuckled, hand coming up to play with your hair. you let out a sigh feeling relaxed in his arms.

"i'm just gonna take a nap okay? just a nap! don't you try anything!"

he reached under your shirt to rub your back, goosebumps forming on your skin.

"alright then mama, just a nap."

he nuzzled into your forehead, debating on whether it was appropriate to give you a kiss, but deciding to just hold you closer instead, enjoying the sweetness of your smell.

his eyes fluttered shut as he felt your breath begin to calm. this can't be a dream right?

𖦹 .ᐣ.ᐟ₊ ⊹ cryptic crush — [28] gordon ramsay

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puppyplayhouse · 4 months ago

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Cloud Nine

Pairing: Jeong Jaehyun + AFAB Reader (no pronouns used)

Warnings: Weed use, Shotgunning, Puppy reader, Soft Dom Jaehyun, fingering, messy kissing, praise, degradation, dirty talk, some tears, subtle overstim, consent checks, vaginal penetration, pet names, sub space, good ol' creampie, subtle spit kink.

Word count: 2004

Synopsis: Jaehyun loves to overwhelm his pretty puppy with everything they need and more.

Note: I only briefly proof read this but I hope y'all enjoy anyway!

Top Dog OUT!

"Look at me, baby."

Your head turns to look at him and he grips your jaw, softly kissing your lips before exhaling into your mouth, smoke filling your lungs as you sink deeper into a type of comfort only Jae could provide to you, smiling with unwavering adoration as you hold your breath for a few seconds before exhaling, a light fuzzy feeling settling over your body as your high grew steadily.

"Such a good puppy, hmm?"

He returns your smile, ruffling your hair before his hand moves down to your cheek, his thumb tapping your lips in silent command, meeting no resistance as it slips into your mouth and presses down on your tongue. Saliva pools in your mouth and he's mesmerized, tilting his head a little as he wipes his hand on your cheek, tapping lightly as he takes another hit of the joint you had diligently rolled for him before he woke up.

He thinks you look prettiest like this. Your eyelids heavy as your mind goes blank, eagerly watching him in anticipation of any attention he would be so kind as to offer you. You were his favorite thing on earth.

"Hey!" He scolds you, watching as you nip at his thigh from where you kneel Infront of him, a brief flash of remorse skimming across your features before he feels your teeth scrape over the sensitive skin once again. The breathy moan you let out in response to his hand tugging at your hair, your head tilting back suddenly, is almost enough for him to instantly forget your wrong doing, but he knows what you want. He knows what you need.

"You know not to bite without asking."

He offers you an almost mocking pout before releasing your hair, the smoke of another hit filling the room.

"Can you go wait on the bed for me, puppy? Think you can behave for a few minutes?"

He can see you flipping through the options in your head, eventually choosing to hum your acceptance before you quietly stand, turning away from him and stretching before playfully wiggling your hips at him, your footsteps fading as you follow his requests.

"My little brat." He mumbles to himself, shaking his head as he finishes the joint and snuffs it in the ash tray on the table, taking his own time to stretch just to build the tension between you.

You're sitting patiently on the bed when he finally makes his way to you, eyes closed as your hips wiggle as if wagging a phantom tail. The anticipation of having him spoil you as he always did made you almost jittery with excitement, creating an internal battle as your body began to tingle, desperate to feel his hands all over your skin.

"You're being so good, baby. Come on, eyes open."

You pry them open, met with the heavenly sight of your boyfriends bare torso mere inches from your face, both of his hands coming up to cup your cheeks as a gentle kiss is pressed to your nose.

"What do you want, baby? Tell me what you want and i'll let you have it."

Verbalising your desires was a whole other challenge, but he knew exactly how to coax it out of you, his fingers slipping down to the sides of your neck, thumbs meeting in the middle of your throat as both hands wrapped around it. There was no pressure, however. Simply his own version of a makeshift collar to remind you exactly how much power he held over you.

"I just want you, Jae."

He shakes his head and you whine, earning a warning squeeze before one hand leaves your neck to grip your chin once again, forcing you to hold eye contact with him.

"Come on. I know you can do better. Don't you want me to take care of you?"

You can't say no, of course. You desperately want him to ease the ache that has settled between your thighs and spreads deep into your stomach. You breathe in deeply, humming as you think to yourself.

"I want your fingers, please."

He can't bear to push you to say more when your eyes are getting watery and there's a pout tugging at your lips. There's no need for him to respond really, not when he's shifting you back further into the bed, his body hovering over yours as he lays you down, his lips trailing sweet, wet kisses across your neck and shoulders where your shirt has slipped down.

"You want my fingers, pretty puppy?"

He can't help himself. He needs to see you squirm as his taunts settle into your otherwise empty mind.

"Bet you're so wet already huh? My bad puppy."

He sinks down between your thighs, pushing your shirt up as he pulls your shorts down, leaving soft kisses across your tummy that make you giggle thanks to the ticklish sensation.

A finger finds your clit, rubbing soft circles. Your already making a mess with the way you're dripping, your pussy begging for his attention.

"Oh, you're really something else aren't you? Look at this mess."

He slaps your thigh and you can hear the connection of his palm with your wet skin, a whine of embarrassment leaving lips despite the teeth digging into it.

He slides two fingers over your entrance, bringing them up to your lips and watching with admiration as you diligently suck at the digits, your eyes fluttering shut as you sink into the incredible feelings he provides you with.

"That's my baby." He whispers, his spit covered fingers wiping over your stomach as he kisses your lips gently at first, slowly intensifying it as his tongue teases into your mouth, two fingers of his other hand rubbing up and down between your slit, barely teasing your entrance even as your hips buck in an obvious attempt to gain more friction.

"Please, Jae." You whisper against his lips, your hands squeezing his toned arms.

"Shhhh. I know. It's okay."

He coos at you softly, pulling back just enough to see you gasp as he presses two fingers into your cunt, your walls gripping them, encouraging him to push further, your back arching up into him.

"That's it. That's my good puppy. Feels good, yeah? You like takin' my fingers, Angel?"

A breathless nod is the most you can manage, your body buzzing with pleasure that leaves you panting like an animal beneath him as he thrust his fingers slowly into you, perfectly finding your gspot. It was overwhelming to say the least, the weight of his body only amplifying every deliciously intense sensation.

"So fucking good for me. So good. You want more? Gonna let me get you ready for my cock?"

Your eyes are open in an instant, staring up into his own as if he'd just promised you something you'd never have again.

"Please! Please, I need it. I want it so fucking bad, Jae!"

He can't describe the specific kind of pride he's filled with when you beg for him, but it's something he cherishes and he's more than willing to give you as much as you can take.

A third finger prods at your entrance and he's careful as he stretches you out further, your pussy clenching in response as he massaged the spot inside you that had your stomach tightening, pushing you toward your first orgasm of the night.

"Want you to cum for me, okay? Cum on my fingers and I'll let you have my cock after."

The words barely even register to you, your thighs shaking as you squeeze harder at his arms, your nails biting into his skin causing him to hiss, though he never relents or falters in his efforts.

You're trembling beneath him, panting and gasping as your high hits, pussy pulsing around his fingers which tirelessly work you through your orgasm, not easing in the slightest even when you're pushing at his chest, the overstimulation setting in quickly.

"I'll stop if you want me to, baby. Just say the word."

His whispers in your ear cloud any train of thought you might have had and you don't want him to stop. You don't know what you want, but you trust him to figure it out for you.

Your arms have moved to wrap around his back, holding onto his shoulders for support as he continued toying with you for a few more minutes before his fingers left you, offering you a moment to catch your breath as he lapped your juices from them.

He's leaning a little higher now, more soft kisses covering your face as his thumb rubbed across your hip.

"You okay pup? You wanna stop?"

His voice is gentle, reassuring you that he would take care of you.

"I'm okay." Your smile is sleepy, but you still want more of him. "Please?"

He knows what you're asking for and is happy to deliver, kicking of his shorts before he settles back between your thighs, his palms flat on the underside of your thighs as he pushes them up toward your chest, not enough to sting but enough to offer him a clear view of his cock slowly sinking into you, the obscene sound of your wet cunt welcoming him causing his hips to stutter for just a moment before he's bottoming out, pausing for you to adjust as he always did.

He was always a little too thick for you at first and you were grateful for how considerate and gentle he was with you.

"Wish you could see how good you look baby." He sounds like he's in a trance, eyes flickering between your face and your pussy as he savored the sight of you. "Fuck, I can't even describe it."

His thrust are slow at first, one hand resting your thigh on his hip before he lets it go so that he can find your own hand and lock your fingers together, bringing it up to his mouth so that he can kiss each of your fingers. He waits for you to start fidgeting before he speeds up, helping you tilt your hips a little so that he can find the right angle to hit your spot.

"Jae! God, you feel so fucking good. Can't take it..."

Lips find yours briefly before he's nudging your nose with his in a tender display of affection, whispering as if someone might hear you.

"You can take it, baby. Doin' so good already. I know you can."

The overwhelm is building with every second, but it's everything you could want and more to feel his love and affection wrapping around you, overcoming every sense until the only thing you can feel, the only thing that matters, is him.

"I wanna cum, Jae. Please. Want you to cum with me!"

He's hushing you quietly, his hips picking up the pace as he chases his high, hands now gripping your waist as he desperately ruts into you.

He can't stop himself from letting go when he feels you tighten around him, your thighs squeezing his hips as you cum for him, your body melting into the mattress. It's the sight of you completely fucked out that has him cumming hard, burying himself deep into you. his hips continue grinding against you well after he's filled you completely.

He finally pulls out when you begin whining, your thighs aching from being held open for so long.

"You did so well baby. I'm so proud of you."

He keeps his voice to a whisper, shuffling off the bed to find baby wipes to clean you up with. Your shivers make his feel a tiny bit guilty and he finishes as quickly as he can, wrapping you in the covers and pressing his body close to you to keep you warm, chuckling when your hair tickles his neck where you nuzzle into him.

You don't need to speak, and he doesn't expect you to. Your blissful, sleepy smile is everything he could ever need.

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yutarot · 2 months ago

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IN PERFECT SYNC [j.jh smau]

FINAL. thirty — in perfect sync. wc: 0.7k

it’s the night of the comp. all of you sit in different places of the dressing room, johnny messing around with jungwoos hair, laughing as he uses gel to give him a mohawk, tzuyu and doyoung watching them like they’re their own children, kazuha and yuta fighting over which direction your outfits are meant to be put on, with haaland getting involved for some reason, and you and jaehyun, sitting quietly on the couch, his arm lazily slung over your lower waist.

johnny quitens the room, “so… which of you knew about jungwoo and giselle?” he says accusingly at yuta who shakes his head, causing the rest of you to laugh.

jungwoo, being the last one to understand johnny's joke, speaks up. “oh shut up, it just kinda.. happened.” he turns to you, “and yn.. if you want me to, you know, end things if your not comfortable with-“

“no, no, no.” you say, “i’m not bothered by it.”

jaehyun leans around to look at you, the question on his face asking, ‘are you sure?’

“no really, i mean it, it’s better being jungwoo than jae so…”

johnny makes a gagging sound, accompanied by jungwoo and the rest of the room, jaehyun squeezing your waist in appreciation as he laughs, the deep sound vibrating from his chest.

as you all continue to get ready, the nerves begin to arise within you. being the first comp since the original ban, you deciding to join your teams together, you have absolutely no idea how it’s going to go. albeit under the struggle of trying to teach the boys ballet, you had decided to do a dance consisting of both your teams styles, something that judges have never seen before.

you stand in the wings, the rest of the group in front of you as you and jaehyun stand at the back, taking it all in. the lights, the music, the feelings; you feel overwhelmed.

noticing your nerves, jaehyun leans down to whisper in your ear, trying to be quiet as to not disturb the group on stage before you.

“your mother would be so proud,” his breath is warm against your neck and it makes you flinch, causing him to hold back a smile. “i’m proud of you too.”

you smile up at him.

you’re silent for a few moments, simply looking into eachothers eyes, the current groups dance to ‘across the stars’ filling in the silence between you. “thank you, jaehyun.”

you see his next joke brewing in his features, something about jaehyun that you’ve always loved, the thoughts behind everything he’s about to say portraying on his face before he gets the chance to voice them.

“don’t thank me, thank Y!”

there it is.

you feign laughter, “ha ha ha, very funny,” deadpanning. “i already fell for that one too many times.” you roll your eyes and he smiles.

“well, let’s hope you don’t fall for anything else in the future. well… except for me, of course.”

you cringe and he kisses your forehead, giggling against your skin and you wish you can stay like this forever, enveloped in his warmth. as you notice that all your nerves are gone, you realise exactly what jaehyun had been doing for the past 2 minutes.

he had been trying to calm you down.

your thoughts are interrupted when a stage manager comes up behind your group, “20 seconds ‘till you’re on.” he nods.

johnny pats yuta on the back, jungwoo reaches to haaland for a hug and kazuha turns to you, looking between you and jaehyun, smiling, before turning back around.

jaehyun begins to walk closer to the rest of the group, but you grab a hold on his wrist before he can go any further from you. he turns around, a worried yet sympathetic expression on his face.

“wait, jae.”

he tilts his head to the side, waiting for you to continue, deeply aware of the countdown that you’re both under, ticking away like a time bomb. “yes?”

you leave no time to wait, you leave no room for questioning yourself. because you don’t need to, you know exactly what you want to say.

“i love you.”

dimples.

“i love you too.”

and as if in perfect sync, the music begins.

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star-suh · 5 months ago

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Black but Fluffy Clouds

Lee Taeyong & Jeong Jaehyun x Male Reader

cw: tops taeyong and jaehyun, reader is scared of thunderstorms, established relationship, fluffy sex, bareback, muscle kink, veins kink, daddy kink, breeding, praising, spitroasting, cum swallowing.

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“the weather station told us that there's gonna be thunderstorms tonight, so be prepared with some candles or flashlights if the lights goes off” yn heard some men talk on the radio. “oh hell no” he said. yn has always been scared of thunderstorms, they're loud and unpredictable, you don't know when or where one is happening it could be far away from you or right above the roof of your house.

“oh hey, jaehyun, can i pass the night in your house today?” yn called one of his boyfriends. “yes of course, taeyong is coming tonight too”. “great” yn whispers with a smile plastered on his face and doing a cute sign of victory with his hand…

“great the light is gone” taeyong sighed while watching the trees move cuz of the fast winds. “luckily for you both i have some candles here” jaehyun smiled and placed them in different parts of the house. the dim light of the candles makes the house feel a bit cozier.

the three were already in bed getting ready to sleep, with yn laying in the middle of both boyfriends. *BROOM* suddenly a rumbling sound echoed throughout the room, making yn yelp in fear and shrink, burying his head in the chest of a sleepy taeyong. “what’s wrong yn” jaehyun muttered quietly, “you almost kicked me out of bed”.

“sorry” yn tries to relax, “it's just that is so loud and… i …don't like it” his voice fading with the last words. “shh it's ok, we're here for you yn, do not worry” taeyong reassures him with some forehead kissed while jaehyun hugs him from behind, “you look so cute like this” jaehyun spoke, “so so cute” he starts to kiss the back of the scaredy boy's neck.

yn feels something poking his ass, it was jaehyun's boner. he starts to hump him as if he was a dog, “jae weren't you sleeping?” a flustered yn asks. “but you look cute now and that makes me hornyyy” he cried. taeyong laughed, “maybe with this you can forget about the thunderstorm and focus only on us” he grabs yn's chin and kiss him passionately.

jaehyun discarded yn's shorts and put his hard dick in between his legs, every time he thrusts his dick reaches yn's balls that get smeared with his pre-cum.

yn was being showered with kisses and his body painted with reds and purples due to the hickeys left by the others, “daddy, your dick is so wet” yn says to jaehyun while touching and tracing the muscles in his arms, the top being known for spurting so much pre-cum, the bottom's hole already soaked with it.

jaehyun introduced his dick slowly in his hole, locking his arms around yn's neck so he can feel his muscles better, while taeyong introduced his shaft on his mouth, yn traced every single vein on his shaft, kiss the tip and then bobbed his head, up and down. both then rocked their hips, back and forth, using his boyfriend’s holes to pleasure themselves. yn sucking taeyong's length doing direct eye contact with him then he pulls out and asks “am i being a good boy daddy?”, the look in his eyes and his lips glistening with saliva made taeyong's dick even harder. he caressed his cheek with the tip of his dick “yes you're being a good boy, right jaehyun?”. “fuck yeah, daddy's good boy” he replied and resumed leaving kisses on his neck.

time to switch, jaehyun now fucks his mouth and taeyong his hole. “can't believe that you're still so tight after taking all his cock… you really are the best hole of the world” he praises and yn responds with a moan muffled by jaehyun's dick.

yn sit in all fours being railed by both men, they move in unison when one enters the other exits. both tops started to kiss, a sight that made yn hornier.

yn leaned on his back so he can jerk off more easily and touch jaehyun's abs while still pleasuring his tops. “ynnie i can't hold it anymore” jaehyun thrusted faster bulging the other’s throat, wanting to put all his load down that tight throat. “be prepared baby” he whisper-moans, yn relaxes his throat eager to be flooded with that liquid.

giving a few sloppy thrusts jaehyun cums without pulling out his dick, yn making gurgling noises, the cum was so thick that when he coughs hhespits some of it. “take it easy baby, relax and swallow.. don't forget to breath” he pants, shooting the last rope of cum. the top pulls out and kisses yn, then goes to clean himself.

now yn is completely for taeyong who still hasn't cum yet. “look who is a cum hungry boy” he cooes, putting his veiny arms on each side of yn's head who takes advantage of it and starts licking his veins. yn has always loved how veiny his arms were because that meant his dick was (and it is) veiny too. he loves how his boyfriends both have things he liked, one has his veins bulging on his arms and the other has well defined muscles. “are you ready for my load baby?”, “yes daddy” he replies quickly. taeyong laughs, “my good boy”.

both kissed, they're tongues intertwining with each other, exploring their mouths.

taeyong grabbed the bedpost to help him drill deeper into yn, “fuck taeyongie .. so deep..”. “you're being a good b-boy, you deser…ve it” he struggles to speak due to the overwhelming feeling of yn's tight hole clenching on his shaft. "give me your cum daddy” as yn said that, taeyong filled him up with his load. “shit, so good” he moaned, “now it's time for you to cum” taeyong started to suck yn's dick, “i'm gonna milk you dry” he says while kissing and slapping it in his cheeks.

“are you gonna give your milk to daddy?” taeyong pouted, yn was incapable of doing eye contact with him due to being so embarrassed, he covered his eyes with his arm, “yes daddy” unbeknownst to him jaehyun came again and sucked his dick too, “don't forget about your other daddy” he smirks.

after some sucking and handjobs yn cums, painting his tops’ faces in white. “you both look so pretty” yn praises, “you too baby” jaehyun responds then both got closer to yn’s face and made a threeway kiss, sharing yn’s cum between them in the process.

the next morning the three woke up, it was a sunny morning and the light had already come. “i guess that every time there's a thunderstorm we have to sleep together” jaehyun says, “if you know what we meant” taeyong adds, wiggling his eyebrows, making the others laugh. “i love you two” yn says. “we love you too” jaehyun and taeyong replied in unison, “let's go eat breakfast” the older said and they all get out of the bed and went to shower.

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psblooms · 1 month ago

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[0:26] don’t leave me sim jaeyun

word count: 674 fluff, established relationship, college setting works

the sun rays of the autumn sky were starting to appear, warming up the room where you were sleeping at. the sound of an alarm started to wake you up after a late date with sim jaeyun since he insisted on having a sleepover on a weekday.

both of you were starting to get busy with school and tests, so the amount of time you got to spend together lately was getting shorter and jake being the type of person and boyfriend he is wouldn’t let it happen.

so, after dragging you in last night he cuddled you in his sleep making sure to keep you warm as the weather started to chill out.

the alarm rang again and after struggling to turn it off you made an effort to get out of bed to start your routine to get on time to class, only to be blocked by jaeyuns arm around you tightening on you waist pulling you back down.

“nooo, don’t move.” he said extending the syllables trying to get you back into the position he was so comfortably sleeping in, basically him being almost enveloping you completely. you resisted his weight pulling you back as much as you could while trying not to melt just from seeing him act so cutely.

“jae, I have a class.” you said quietly almost to get him back to sleep even if he was alone in bed.

“mhm so what? it starts in nearly two hours.” he mumbled refusing to let go in with his raspy morning voice.

“I still have to go to my place to get changed you know?” you said, finally breaking down a smile while trying to pat his messy hair down.

“that’s why I’ve been telling you to move in already.” he whined trying to reason with you and bringing the topic of moving in together into another conversation, again.

“we can talk about that later but can you please let me go?” you avoided answering while trying to push his hands away from your waist.

his whiny voice appeared again holding you even closer and tighter finally pulling you on your back so you could lay down with him again. “nooo, you can just skip this class.” he said while laying his head in the crook of your neck.

“jae” you said in a more serious tone.

“at least stay with me for another half and hour, I’ll drive you to your place and to your class later” he said finally looking at you with hazy eyes, his puffy face and messy hair made you seriously consider his option, it was not often that you got to see him act this way; with his pretty face all tired but still soft and calm with a warm blush on his cheek. him laying close to you in his cozy oversized matching light blue pajamas, made you feel the mushy feeling he only made you experience.

he was most of the times the responsible one when it came to school, pushing you and encouraging you to do your best and to attend your classes and pay attention, so maybe, him trying to keep you near him made you think that maybe you could succumb to his needy request to spend a few more minutes of the chilly morning next to him before your day started.

“okay, but just thirty minutes” you said while brushing his hair with your hand.

a sleepy smile appeared on jakes face as he dragged you under the covers once more hugging your waist and kissing you cheek before finding his place back under your chin. “yay, I love you but let’s go back to sleep” he said.

“It’s not sleeping it’s a nap.” you answered him while letting out a sigh and your hand found purchase on his hair one more finally closing your eyes for a little bit.

forgetting of the fact, that, neither of you remembered to set the alarm back up, so needless to say, both of you missed a few classes.

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palajae · 3 months ago

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episode three. | park sunghoon

PAIRING ▸ host!sunghoon x reader

GENRE ▸ ouran high school host club!au, high school! au, romance, fluff, angst, humor

WC ▸ 3.1k

SUMMARY ▸ host park sunghoon: the strong and silent type. with his cold, tsundere personality and killer good looks, it’s hard not to fall for sunghoon. his connection to sunoo is of utmost importance; however, you could be the one to change that. (but be warned, he’s a man of few words.)

AKA episode three of the kiss, kiss, fall in love! series

AN/NOTES ▸ social awkwardness, not proofread

sorry okay it’s been a fat minute since i posted but FINALLY JAE has gotten the next part out ‼️ i really channeled the engene in me for this one lmao.

EPISODE THREE. Beware the Ice Prince!

seriously, you only started attending the en-host club because your friends did and you really had nothing else to do.

you had heard several of the boys in your grade were in the infamous club, but besides that, you had no interest in “club” affairs.

natty and lily wouldn’t stop talking about how “chivalry wasn’t dead” and how “god had favorites.” you figured by going, you could kill some time and meet some new people.

mainly due to the fact that you were attached to the hip to your… well, sketchbook. what better to utilize the people around you for your passion?

and the most pretty ones were—obviously—found at the en-host club!

by going there, you could observe and hopefully see some good art.

while your friends had their favorite designated hosts and activities, your first entrance to the club involved a lot of awkward silence and muttering.

“you mean, you don’t want to hang out with any of us?” sunoo—you think—frowns.

you shake your head, stammering. “n-no! i just, prefer to be alone. i can just-like-sit in the corner or something.”

he brightens up and you breathe a sigh of relief.

“i see. you just like the company?”

you nod and the host smiles again. “that’s fine. you don’t have to be entertained by one of us. you’re welcome as much as you like! you could even sit by sunghoon!”

your eyebrows furrow as you follow sunoo’s line of sight to-

oh dear.

probably the finest man you’ve ever laid your eyes on.

a true work of art.

your heart pounds uncomfortably in your chest as you glance back at sunoo.

“he doesn’t like to talk much either, so i think you two will get along well!”

you look uncertainly at the controlled chaos happening all around the room, before back at sunoo.

he nods encouragingly at you. “don’t worry. even though sunghoon looks like it, he doesn’t bite. in fact, it’s probably the opposite.”

holding your breath, you clutch your sketchbook tighter in your hands before approaching the table sunghoon was quietly sitting at.

he didn’t even do anything, yet you felt so intimidated.

wow, it was really stifling to be in his presence. awkwardly, you take a seat. and although he doesn’t move, you feel his eyes land on you.

biting your lip, you hesitantly wave.

that was it. no words exchanged.

after a while, you finally began to relax. still, neither of you said anything. you even felt alright enough to open your sketchbook.

your eyes would travel across the room, although they always landed on the same person. the one sitting in front of you, silently sipping his tea.

so you sketched. and you enjoyed it. so much to the point you returned the day after, and the day after.

eventually, the hosts came to know you as a regular. they knew your exact order and your routine. the same every time you came—even without your friends.

they understood that you simply appreciated sitting and observing. with all the things going on at the club, you enjoyed staying off to the side the most.

like sunghoon.

after the first day, you couldn’t work up the courage to approach and sit next to him when he wasn’t with sunoo hosting.

that was fine. you had eyes. you could sketch him as long as you could see him. pages, filled with a variety of sketches, began to fill up your notebook.

and most of them were of sunghoon.

who were you kidding—all of them were of him. every outfit in every season, every expression of his (and he rarely showed emotion). you basically memorized sunghoon’s face.

and in your time observing at the en-host club, you realized you had only heard him speak a total of six phrases: welcome, goodbye, yes, no, and thank you.

he more than piqued your interest, but you were far too shy and unmotivated to do something about it.

checking the clock, you sigh wistfully while putting your sketchbook back into your bag. as always, this was your time to leave. occasionally, one of the hosts would notice you leaving and wave goodbye.

this time, you’re almost to the door when a tall figure suddenly appears in your line of vision.

you falter, swallowing abruptly when you realize it’s sunghoon. he looks dashing in his pink hoodie and light jeans—someone mentioned the boys had a boyfriend concept today.

you stare up at him curiously until he steps closer to you. your mouth dries up at the close proximity. you feel like you can hear your blood rushing in your ears.

sunghoon doesn’t say anything, as per usual. instead, he walks over and holds open the door for you.

for a second, you don’t move. and then it hits you.

what the what the what the, he opened the door for you!

you quickly squeak out a thank you before practically dashing out of the club room. you’re not sure if you heard or imagined the soft “get home safe,” coming from his voice.

was he watching you? is that how he knew to open the door? why did he go all the way to help you? did he know what time you usually left?

you fall onto your bed with a sigh. you were overthinking, and you were delusional. just a little bit.

perhaps, you would work up the courage to talk to him next time.

you swear you’re not that delusional. most of the time it was you who was staring at sunghoon, sneaking glances at him when he wasn’t looking. whenever he was busy hosting. honestly, your best works were of his stunning side profile.

but something feels different from that day forward.

like…like sunghoon was the one staring at you. at first, you were sure you felt eyes on you.

you would glance up from your sketchbook with a frown, glancing around the room. it was at that moment you would catch sunghoon turning away from you.

but in what world would he be looking at you?

he didn’t say a single word.

it happened so often to the point where you would actually meet his eyes before looking away. you always broke eye contact first.

this back-and-forth occurred four times before you decided to do something. yes, you counted.

you decided to remind yourself that you only live once, and you took the chance. you finally stopped being a coward and sat next to sunghoon, one lovely afternoon.

he seems almost shocked when you approach him, like your very first day at the host club.

once again, no words were spoken. you simply smiled before taking the seat. unlike the other girls who usually fawned and squealed over him, all you did was sit and enjoy his company. honestly, he was so familiar to you at this point, you actually felt comfortable.

and when you thought he wasn’t looking, you liked to sneak peeks at him as well. he was even more breathtaking up close.

that became your daily routine whenever sunghoon was free. although it was absurd, you once thought that maybe he looked forward to sitting and watching with you.

“what’s up with you and sunghoon?”

“h-huh?”

natty leans over from her desk to shoot you a look. “i mean, what are you two doing in the corner all day?”

you look down at your desk bashfully, “it’s not all day…i just enjoy his company.”

lily laughs, “sure. i bet you have a lot fun staring at him.”

you feel your face get hot as natty elbows her. “i think the two of you are cute. even if you have nothing to say to each other.”

“yeah, i don’t know how you managed to get so close to him. sunghoon is pretty detached from the other girls. he’s just there half the time with sunoo.”

your heart quickens. was that true?

lily sighs, almost face planting into the table. “what up with all the boys recently? heeseung has been so obsessed with that one student who i don’t even know the name of since they’re so busy studying all the time. and then the top two people of our class are constantly preoccupied with each other. at this rate, i’m gonna move to jake…”

you nodded in contemplation. she was right, you’ve seen heeseung following around your classmate like a baby duck following their mom. even weirder, the two smartest people in your grade started to sit together at the club.

you were there for it all.

“sim jaeyun? um, I’m not sure about him. he and riki have a lot of crazy fan girls,” natty wrinkles her nose. “hey, i did hear there was a new host! his name is jung…jung-something.”

“jungwon,” you finish for her. she nods, “i think he’s pretty handsome.”

“not as much as sunghoon though,” you unconsciously mutter.

sunghoon can easily remember the first day you walked in, eyes wide like you were a kid on their first day of school. the corners of his mouth tilt up slightly. you looked like a baby kitten.

he catches himself, focusing back on sipping tea while sunoo devoured his sweet treats.

“do you want a bite, hoon?”

he shakes his head amusedly at sunoo’s bright expression.

“you should stop eating so many sweets. you already had two slices of cake today.”

while sunoo pouts and gets up to put his plate away, sunghoon refocuses his attention on you. he didn’t mean to—his gaze was just drawn to your presence.

he watches wordlessly as sunoo approaches you. you looked so intimidated, sunghoon already felt bad and he didn’t know the reason.

he catches himself again, internally chiding his own behavior. get a grip, you’re a host.

suddenly, you’re approaching him. you look like a kitten again in front of him, just like when you first walked in. his whole body tenses.

sunghoon waits, yet you don’t say anything. only a simple wave and that’s enough to light a fire in his heart.

he’s surprised to see you sit down and pull out a sketchbook. he observes as you flip through the pages, trying to sneak a peek. but then he realizes he’s being kinda, really creepy.

so sunghoon purposely turns away to focus. look anywhere but at the person sitting across from you, he repeats to himself over and over.

after that day, he noticed you didn’t sit next to him. for quite a while.

so, he chose to watch you. he watched you walk in every afternoon with a hesitant smile. he watched as you took the same seat near the window and pulled out your scuffed up notebook to draw.

he watched how your lips pursed when you weren’t happy with a sketch, or how you would stop to think while looking around you.

sunghoon liked the way your eyes lit up when you turned to a blank, fresh page. and when you would smile and greet the other hosts, gratefully accepting a cup of tea. even the look of concern you had on your face as you watched jake and riki do something stupidly dangerous again.

the thing he liked the most, however, was when he felt your eyes on him when you thought he wasn’t looking.

sunghoon’s not sure why, but he likes it. after all, he couldn’t say anything. he did the same thing to you.

he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you.

that’s why, when you sit across from him one day with that stunning smile of yours, his breath hitched.

sunghoon… wanted to say something. he tried, really tried, but no words would come out. he couldn’t think of anything to say.

apparently, that was fine with you. you relaxed in the silence, so he did too.

it’s not like he meant to, but he snuck a glance. he was so curious as to what you had been working on in that sketchbook of yours. he knew it had to be your prized possession, the way you carried it around everywhere.

sunghoon certainly wasn’t expecting to see his own face, beautifully drawn. it was him from a few weeks ago, last week, and yesterday. he remembers the detective concept and outfits they adorned.

you… you sketched it all. all this time, you sketched him?

he’s truly speechless, and everyone knew it was hard to make the stoic sunghoon react.

“…are you friends with y/n?” he randomly asks one day after the club had closed for the day, completely out of the blue.

sunoo tilts his head, “we’ve talked. why?”

heeseung pops by, “did i hear hoon’s got a crush? who could have warmed the cold tsundere sunghoon’s heart?”

although he wants to roll his eyes, he simply looks away.

“y/n?” riki calls from where he’s playing catch with jake, “the one who doesn’t say anything and draws all day?”

“they could if they wanted to,” sunghoon remarks quietly. riki shrugs.

sunoo watches sunghoon with an inquisitive expression.

he’s never seen his friend act like that with the other guests before…

“it’s his birthday soon?” the words spill out of your mouth without even realizing it. you stopped, overhearing some girls sitting near you.

they eye you, and it registers in your head that they know you’re the one whom sunghoon often sits next to. you seem oh so close to him, and yet you don’t know his birthday? you feel embarrassed, making your way to your normal seat.

“hoon? yeah, his birthday is in three days,” sunoo nods. “why? are you planning something?”

you’re quick to shake your head, flustered. “nono, i was simply curious… thanks for letting me know.”

alright. you officially have three days to find sunghoon a gift.

it’s only then it hits you. you know close to nothing about sunghoon. other than the fact that he was a host, you barely knew his likes or dislikes. heck, you barely even spoke to him.

you’re doomed. all the other guests were probably going to get him extravagant gifts that were exactly to his liking.

you? you scrambled to find something that would come in three days. and you weren’t even sure if he would like it. at the least, he could regift it to someone else if he really hated it.

you clutch the small gift bag nervously behind you as you enter the host club.

usually, decorations would be set up for the members’ birthdays. however, sunghoon never wanted a big celebration so they would get him a simple birthday cake every year. at least, that’s what sunoo told you.

sunghoon wanted his birthday day to feel like any other ordinary day. you hoped you could stay true to that.

or…not.

the sight of said host rejecting someone’s gift to him is the first thing that greets you. your smile immediately falters.

he didn’t like gifts? your heart begins to race. crap, crap. what were you going to do? you couldn’t hide the gift—someone would find it. it was obviously who it was for, with the big fat words happy birthday printed all over the bag. plus your names written on it, addressed to sunghoon.

your eyes follow him to his usual seat, only for your heart to drop.

sunghoon looks around expectantly. almost like, he was… looking for someone (you). he does. almost immediately.

if you move, he’ll see the bag behind you. heart racing, you decide to charge ahead and approach him. you couldn’t face a rejection of the gift you spent hours trying to find, but you also didn’t want to leave him hanging.

you walk over nervously, doing your absolute best to hide the bag and appear unaffected. maybe he wouldn’t notice, right?

wrong. sunghoon was probably the most observant person on the earth. his eyes immediately fall to your suspicious hands.

it was over. his eyes flick back up to you with a questioning look in them.

you close your eyes briefly, internally falling to your knees. well, there was nothing else to do.

you nervously thrust out the bag towards him, hiding your face as you softly say,

“happy birthday, sunghoon.”

you hold your breath and wait embarrassingly for the painful rejection.

spoiler: it never comes.

“thank you.”

hearing his voice causes shivers to run down your spine. your eyes fly open. did he just…accept your gift? and more importantly, he spoke to you?!

he takes the bag and puts it aside on the table.

“are you not going to open it?”

he looks at your expectant expression before beginning to unwrap the gift.

“i thought maybe we could share,” you mumble.

sunghoon carefully opens the intricate wrapping to unveil the gift you ultimately decided on: a smooth, leather sketchbook with pencils.

“now we’re matching,” you whisper before pulling out your own.

“i… don’t know what to do with it.”

hearing his voice again still makes goosebumps appear on your arm. you stifle a laugh as you reach over to demonstrate.

the real sunghoon watches in awe as you begin roughly drawing something in his new sketchbook. when you retract your arm, he’s finally able to see what you did. it’s a beautiful drawing of a cake and the words, happy sunghoon day!

he glances up at you with wide eyes. you shrug and only look away. to your surprise, sunghoon determinedly picks up a pen and begins doodling as well.

soon enough, the first page is filled with random drawings, doodles, and most importantly, meaningful connections.

you both smile and silently laugh at each other’s drawings. sunghoon’s favorite is your drawing of a baby sunoo and his cake while your favorite is of sunghoon’s (rather awful, yet still recognizable) drawing of the seven hosts.

this is the first time you’ve felt like you truly communicated with sunghoon, even if it was through a paper and pen instead of words.

when the page is filled completely, you admire your collaboration work proudly.

“thank you, y/n.”

your heart warms. “o-of course,” you stammer. maybe you were slightly very internally freaking out that he addressed you by your name.

sunghoon must’ve seen your bashful expression because he reaches over to pat your head. nothing else had to be said, because in that moment, you felt all your feelings were conveyed.

park sunghoon was supposed to be the cold and tsundere type of host. yet around you, he felt vulnerable, like you brought out a different side of him.

as you sit across from him, sharing smiles, you wish this moment could last forever.

all you can think is that sunghoon’s soul is so pure and needs to be preserved, protected. you really hope you can be the one to forever do that.

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mvrkieboo · 2 months ago

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Old Bloodhounds

P23 | i realised that day that she in fact had two

The ride to the bar was kinda tense. Mark knew it required more than a few sips of alcohol to loosen Yuno up. It must've been a shock to the guy. Yuno honestly thought of Mark as a brother, so Yuno's heart went still when he saw Mark wearing matching cardigans with y/n—his estranged sister that abandoned their father and Yuno himself without a second thought, betraying her family just like how her mother did.

When they got to the bar, a few shots in, only then did Yuno begin to speak again.

“Be honest with me, Mark—did you really see her again just recently? At that pop up coffee spot she ran?” Yuno asked, and downed another shot of vodka to prepare himself hearing the answer.

“Yes, Jae. It hasn't been more than a week since I met her again. I'm sorry if this cardigan made you think I had been dating her behind your back, but I wouldn't do that to you.” Mark sighed, signaling the bartender to refill his glass.

“It wasn't just the matching cardigans, Mark. You arrived at the lobby together, and she was smiling. Even without the matching cardigans, it looked like you just had a date.” Yuno decided to take a break from the drinking, self aware of his own high tolerance with alcohol.

“She was smiling?” Mark stilled, turning his head to look at Yuno for added clarity.

Yuno, sensing how Mark was taken aback with his statement, looked back at him.

“She was. You didn't notice that?”

“I was busy staring at you—your text gave me a fucking heart attack, dude. Besides, what is she smiling for? We literally argued just right before entering the lobby.” Mark scrunched his eyebrows, messing with his hair as he wondered the reason behind your smile.

“Really? Was it an argument or a bicker? Jesus—this probably means you never noticed the crush she had on you back then. Or maybe she still does have a crush on you—maybe that's why she smiled when you weren't looking.” Yuno chuckled bitterly, reminded of a past when his sister was still his sister, and not the spoiled stepdaughter of a wealthy man she was now.

The same spoiled rich kid he was living with.

Mark froze completely, setting his glass down on the counter. It felt like all of his memory of you was getting warped inside his mind, despite the fact of how much he had refused to remind himself of the time when he had been close to you. Not ever since you moved away to Gangnam.

“Oh, shit. You actually never knew that, did you?” Yuno's smile dropped after he saw Mark going blank at the reveal.

Mark looked like he was having a hard time coming to terms with the information, but at one point, he picked up his drink, and downed the whole glass in one go. After he set the glass back down on the counter, Mark shook his head, realising that him agonising over this sudden reveal was pointless anyway.

“Well, it doesn't matter, whether she had a crush on me or not, and if she still does. She already has two men that keep her entertained now, so—I don't find it attractive to be the third.” Mark snorted, placing his elbows on the counter.

Now it was Yuno's turn to go blank. When a sudden beat of silence halted their conversation, with Yuno now deemed speechless, only then did Mark realise his mistake. Sure, you and Yuno were estranged siblings, and haven't spoken to each for 5 years—but that wouldn't completely erase the fact that you were still siblings bound by blood, so what sane older brother would be nonchalant at the fact that their younger sister is being entertained by two men at once? Especially when Yuno didn't even know who those men were.

“What?”

Mark winced at his friend's absolute dumbfounded tone. He should've put a tighter lid on that info. Mark dropped his head and hung it low, quietly cursing himself at his carelessness.

“Mark, you can't just say that and suddenly go quiet now!” Yuno hissed, smacking on the younger man's shoulder.

“I didn't mean to say that! Look, me and Y/N were working on our bureau task together the other day and finished it by the evening. Y/N asked me to keep her company while she waited for her ride, and I only agreed because it was getting dark.” Mark explained carefully, and Yuno was all ears.

“A Ford truck pulled up—and it was these two dudes who looked like they were in their early 30’s. They offered to drop me off as a thank you for accompanying her—it was obvious that these two dudes were really close with her and protective over her too. Y/N had forgotten to bring her access card that day, and one of them gave her their spare access card for her unit.

Me and Y/N share some mutual friends, and apparently, her friends have some suspicions that she might have a sugar daddy…I realised that day that she in fact had two.”

ooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

It was weird to call them ‘shifts’. They weren't shifts, but in fact tasks—but it sounded shady to refer to them as receiving a job for the night. So that's why you and the crew referred to them as ‘shifts’—because receiving a text that reads ‘hey, we have a job tonight’ made it sound like you were involved with Seoul’s underworld as either a hitman or a drug runner.

However, it didn't mean your ‘shifts’ were any less riskier than actual underworld work—because your ‘shifts’ entailed you interrupting an underworld worker's job. Helping relocating and hiding a victim of Seoul's ruthless loan sharks was playing with fire, and helping the police in tracking down those lowlifes was a sure way to have a bounty placed on your head.

And that's why every time you're out on those nightly shifts, you always focus. You can't afford to get distracted while on the job since the victims depend on your crew to keep them safe. The adrenaline of knowing that those bastards might catch up to you would have you hyper focused and alert.

So when the job was done for the night, you'd crash out, and that was exactly why you were sleeping like a log in the truck's backseat on the way back as Geonwoo drove. They made a quick detour though, ordering some fast food through a drive-thru on the way. It wasn't the healthiest choice for a really late dinner, but it was all they had at the moment.

Woojin was the one that carried you on his back for tonight, only because Geonwoo had been the driver for tonight's shift. When they got to your unit, Geonwoo placed the fast food orders on the counter and took them out while Woojin placed you on the couch and shook you to wake you up.

“Kid, you need to wake up. Have your dinner first.” Woojin spoke in an exhausted tone, and you only woke up because your stomach was beginning to hurt from your gastric condition.

You groggily walked to your kitchen counter and began to unwrap your food.

“What time is it?” You asked flatly, mouth still full of food and some even splattered on your counter as you spoke.

Geonwoo sighed and wiped your mess away with a tissue, “It's barely 1 a.m.”

“We left at 8 though.”

Woojin pinched your cheek when more food pieces splattered on the counter, “Stop talking while eating, dumbass. At least swallow it first.” He sighed shallowly, “Geonwoo stopped for a moment because he was getting leg cramps.”

“I see—”

Suddenly, all three of you heard your door unlocking. When you snapped your heads to see who it was—it turned out it was Yuno coming back from drinking with Mark.

Your older brother froze when he saw you eating with two older men he didn't recognise.

Were these the sugar daddies Mark talked about?

A beat of silence, then—

Geonwoo walked up to Yuno, and Woojin followed suit while you were left at the kitchen counter, your sleep-addled brain processing what was happening.

Geonwoo stretched out his hand with a tight smile on his face, “Nice to meet you, you must be Y/N’s new roommate. I'm Kim Geonwoo and he's Hong Woojin—we live right next to your unit.”

Yuno's reminded of what Mark said—

“You know, when I asked Y/N about them, she said they were her neighbours. That kinda put me off a bit because these guys were really closer to Y/N than I initially thought.”

Yuno shook Geonwoo's hand. Geonwoo's smile widened when he felt Yuno tight's grip.

“I'm not just her roommate—I’m her older brother. Nice to meet you two, my name's Jeong Yuno. The gamjajeon from this morning was delicious.”

Yuno's smile was anything but friendly.

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xomakara · 7 months ago

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Perfume

SUMMARY | Doyoung, Jaehyun, and Jungwoo all get a bit too jealous of each other when you have sex with them individually. PAIRING | DoJaeJung/Reader GENRE | smut with no plot, unprotected sex (wrap it up everyone!), fingering, vaginal sex, anal sex, wall sex, foursome RATING | Mature LENGTH | 8,652 words AUTHOR’S NOTE | I hoped this turned out okay hahahaha. I feel like my writing has gone downhill lately lol Tags - @sleepyvic, @marvelahsobx, @ahgazen @wayvaxis

“Fuck, Y/N…” Jaehyun moaned out as you rocked against him. His hands were at your waist, watching the sway of your breasts, the sensual look on your face as you kept up the rhythm that drove him crazy.

You let out a moan as you continued to ride him, your hands on his hard chest feeling every defined muscle underneath. Your nails lightly dug into his skin, drawing blood that mixed with sweat from your bodies. You could hear his breaths getting shorter and shorter.

He was close, he was so close.

You didn’t even care about hearing the guys knocking on Jaehyun’s bedroom door, didn’t even hear Johnny shouting for the both of you to cover up before knocking the door down.

You were feeling good, so very fucking good.

“Jae, please…” You panted, feeling his hands grasp your breast harder. “Please… I want to feel you come in me… Please…”

Your cries were loud enough to be heard outside the room, but you couldn’t care if the others heard you. It felt like it was only you and Jaehyun, no one else mattered. Nothing mattered except the two of you being connected by sex.

Finally, he groaned, giving a final thrust before he came inside of you. You collapsed onto his body, kissing him softly as you rested your head against his shoulder. He held you tight, breathing heavily. He pulled the sheets over the both of you, in preparation of the guys storming their way into the room.

But they never did.

The next thing you knew, you fell asleep, tangled together on Jaehyun’s bed.

When you woke up, you found yourself still on Jaehyun’s bed, your head resting on his pillow. His arms wrapped around you tightly, pulling you closer. The sunlight peeking through the window told you it was well past noon already.

Looking up, you saw him smiling at you sleepily, just staring at you for what seemed like forever. You reached out to cup his cheek, running your thumb across his cheekbone slowly. His smile widened when you traced the contours of his lips. He grabbed onto your hand, gently stroking it, holding your hand there as he pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles. A small smile graced his lips again as he leaned in, kissing you gently.

And then, he pulled away.

That familiar glint appeared in his eyes once more.

It always returned whenever he looked at you. That soft look of yearning and love.

His fingers ran up and down your arm, stopping on your wrist. With a soft sigh, you leaned forward, pressing your lips against his, not caring who or what would walk in. After all, the light from the window was blinding anyway.

Jaehyun pulled back slightly, bringing your hand to his mouth, biting your palm softly. You giggled quietly as he ran his tongue along your skin. "Mmm...you smell sweet, Y/N... like strawberries."

A soft smile spread across your lips as you intertwined your fingers with his. He slowly pushed you to your back, taking the time to nibble on your earlobe, letting out little hums that made you squirm under him. He kissed your neck, lingering there before moving to trail soft kisses down your collar bone. "Princess, your perfume makes me want to eat you up. Your scent is intoxicating."

You let out a little gasp as his fingers dipped between your legs, teasing your clit. You bit your lip to stop yourself from moaning. "Jaehyun...again?"

"Yes, again," he whispered, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Again and again..."

You breathed in his scent, the heavenly smells of his cologne and the strawberry scented perfume you used created a mix that was impossible to describe. His breath was warm against your skin, his touch hot.

Every touch from him was intoxicating. Every word spoken from his mouth was heavenly.

There was no doubt that you'd smell like him after this. You'd be left with his scent lingering all over you. It would be impossible not to be addicted to him. You'd crave him constantly.

He moved lower, kissing and sucking at each of your collar bones. When he finally moved further down, you let out a moan of pleasure, wanting nothing more than for him to take you. Just fuck you until you screamed out his name. Until you begged for him to do it again and again. You wanted it, needed it, wanted everything that he had to offer.

As he slipped two fingers inside of you, you felt your walls tighten around them, aching for him to push deeper inside of you. His other hand cupped your cheek, pushing you to open your eyes and look at him. Your pupils dilated at the sight of him. He stared deep into your eyes, making you feel special. Making you feel like you were the most important person in the world to him.

"Are you ready?" he asked softly. You nodded. "Good. Because I'm going to make you feel so damn good..."

He parted your legs wider, making sure that your pussy was fully exposed for him. His fingers rubbed your sensitive flesh, circling your clit before brushing your inner walls.

You closed your eyes, whimpering. God, how badly you wanted him to enter you. To fill you up completely.

"I'm going to have my way with you..." He whispered against your lips, his tongue dipping into your mouth. His teeth gently nipped at your bottom lip before sucking on it, driving you wild. Withdrawing his fingers, he flipped you over so that you were on all fours, the sun's rays now hitting your back. "My naughty princess..."

Slowly, he trailed his fingers down your spine, grazing the sensitive skin as he went. His fingers dug into your hips, spreading your ass cheeks apart for him.

A small moan escaped your throat, pushing your ass higher into the air, inviting him in. You arched your back, exposing your clit to him. Your mind was a blank slate, his touches having an effect on you. There was no thought, no memories, just sensation. Pure, unadulterated sensation.

His hands were at your hips, guiding you, keeping you steady as he rubbed himself against your dripping wet entrance. And then, he slid himself inside of you, filling you completely. You let out a gasp, wanting more. More of his cock, more of his touch, more of his warmth surrounding you.

With every inch he slid into you, you wanted more. You felt his hands move down your sides, his fingers digging into your hips as he fucked you slow and deep. You let out another gasp as he picked up the pace, his hand firmly gripping your hip, his other hand squeezing your breast. You could feel the building pressure in your lower stomach, wanting release. "Jaehyun...oh god…"

He slowed down, withdrawing almost completely out of you. Before pushing back in.

You cried out, the sudden change in speed sending waves of pleasure through your body. He sped up, faster and faster, making you cry out louder and louder. He picked up the pace yet again, leaning down, letting his lips brush against the back of your neck. Having him take you from behind was heavenly. Everything from his slow movements, to the way he gripped your hips, was heaven sent.

"Baby..." He whispered, panting. "You feel amazing..."

He leaned in, grabbing both of your breasts as he continued to pump in and out of you, rubbing his own body against yours, the both of you connected. Your hair was now hanging loose, falling onto your shoulders. Your lips were open, your breath coming in short gasps. You tilted your head back, wanting him to kiss you.

His lips met yours as he increased the pace, slamming himself into you harder. Each thrust caused a loud groan to escape his lips.

Everything about this was pure ecstasy. Every single second was heaven. It was unlike anything you ever experienced. His touch was divine. The sound of his breathing, the taste of his lips, the weight of his body on top of you, it was indescribable. It was beyond words.

You felt complete. You felt whole.

"Fuck, Jae." You moaned. "I love you so much..."

"Say it again..." He moaned, kissing your neck as he picked up the pace. "Just say it again..."

You tightened your muscles around him, tightening the bond between you. "I love you...I love you so much, Jaehyun..."

"Oh god, I love you too, Y/N..." Jaehyun's grip on your hips got tighter as he began to pound into you, his hips working up and down at a frantic pace. His other hand wrapped around your breast, pinching your nipple. You moaned loudly, bucking your hips against him, meeting his thrusts. "So damn much..."

It took mere seconds for him to lose control. His orgasm racked his entire body as he filled you up with his cum, filling you up with something that made your heart soar. His body trembled as he rested his forehead on your back, letting out a soft moan. He placed gentle kisses on your back, caressing your skin. He wrapped his arms around you, snuggling you against him, kissing your neck tenderly. "I love you, Y/N...so goddamn much."

You woke up hours later, still wrapped in Jaehyun's arms. His face was buried in your neck, inhaling deeply, enjoying your scent. Smelling it with his nose, his tongue lightly lapping at your skin. "Mmmm...baby...smells so good."

You let out a quiet laugh, running your fingers through his messy hair. "Did I ever mention that I love you?"

His laughter rumbled in his chest. "You kept saying it so many times while we were fucking last night..."

"I know...but that doesn't mean I can't say it again." You giggled, shaking your head. "Especially since we're awake right now."

He raised his head, smirking at you. "Mhmm...I'll admit...it does feel good." He moved his lips to yours, planting soft kisses against your soft lips.

"Now, if only you'd stay here...in this bed..." You purred, trailing your fingers up his muscular thighs.

"Not gonna happen, Princess." He smiled, biting down gently on your lower lip. “I think the guys are waiting for us…”

“I know… But… Can we stay like this? Just for a little longer…?” You asked, almost whining, wishing he wouldn’t take his lips off yours.

“And hear Doyoung and Jungwoo complaining my ears off?” He teased. “Babe, I would kill to have sex with you all day and night long but I don't want to incur the wrath of Doyoung and Jungwoo."

"Oh, boo hoo." You frowned, before nipping at his lower lip. "But I can’t help it if I’m so horny for you.”

A low growl escaped Jaehyun's throat as he pinned you to the mattress. You laughed, moving your legs further apart to give him easier access to you.

After taking his fill of your body, he kissed his way back up your neck. When he reached your ear, he whispered, “If you keep doing that, I’ll just have to have you again right now.”

You moaned loudly, pushing your hips against his. He chuckled against your ear, trailing kisses down your jawline. When he finally broke away from you, he smiled lazily, gazing down at you lovingly. “Come on, Princess. Let’s not keep them waiting.”

You groaned. “Fine, but don’t blame me if I end up fucking the other two later.”

He grinned. “We'll see. Now get up.”

Rolling your eyes playfully, you rose to your feet, grabbing his hand to pull him along with you. After freshening up, you opened the door to see Johnny with an exasperated look.

“Y/N, go take care of Doyoung or something.” Johnny muttered, running a hand through his hair. “The man has been depressed that you locked yourself up with Jaehyun and getting your brains fucked out all day.”

Jaehyun gave you a look. “See? I knew this was gonna happen.”

“Can’t help it that I was feeling horny and you were the only one home.” You kissed Jaehyun's cheek, making Johnny roll his eyes at you and let out a fake gag.

“Gross.” Johnny frowned. “I’d say get a room but you two just came out of it. Go deal with your other lover. I can’t deal with it.”

“Okay, okay.” You laughed, giving Jaehyun a farewell kiss before he departed with Johnny.

You found Doyoung sulking on the couch, flipping through the channels mindlessly. Looking at him, you couldn't help but laugh, seeing how uncomfortable he looked sitting there like that.

“Doyoung,” you plopped on the couch next to him, lacing your fingers with his. “Are you alright? You haven’t said a word since I got here.”

His eyes flashed towards you briefly before returning to the TV screen, shaking his head slightly.

“Are you mad at me? Did I do something wrong?” You asked carefully, afraid that maybe your constant need for sex with Jaehyun wasn’t appealing to the others anymore.

“No, no, it’s nothing like that. I mean, yeah, it is annoying, but I get it, really.” He sighed. “We both know how you get when you’re alone with him. It’s bound to drive you nuts eventually. But…”

“But?” You prompted, curious as to where this was going.

“I want you to want me too, Y/N.” He blurted out suddenly. “Just as much as you want Jaehyun and Jungwoo.”

Your eyes widened. “What? Of course I want you. Why would you ever doubt that?”

“I dunno.” He shrugged. “Maybe because we haven’t had sex in a while and it seems like when you do have sex, it’s only with Jaehyun or Jungwoo. I feel a bit left out.”

“I’m sorry, Doyoung.” You frowned, placing your head on his shoulder. “If I had known, I wouldn’t have gone all crazy with Jaehyun today. I guess we kind of forgot to consider everyone else.”

He squeezed your fingers, his thumb rubbing against your knuckle softly. He leaned his head towards yours, catching your lips with his.

For a moment, the world melted away and there was only you and Doyoung, cuddling on the couch, each other's arms keeping you warm as you shared passionate kisses. You closed your eyes as he drew your bottom lip into his mouth, sucking softly. You hummed softly, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

His hands ran up and down your sides, stopping at your hip. He placed gentle kisses along your jawline, dragging his teeth lightly against your skin. Your heart was pounding rapidly as he trailed kisses down your neck, nipping at your collar bone. You were practically squirming on the couch from the growing desire to have him. To have him in you.

“Can we…” You started breathlessly.

“Back to my new place?” Doyoung suggested, his voice all sensual and suggestive. “I’ve been wanting to fuck you there since I moved in.”

“Hell yes.” You answered quickly, pulling him off the couch. He stumbled slightly, laughing at your enthusiastic reaction. You watched as he gathered his things and you sent out a quick text to both Jaehyun and Jungwoo that you were heading to Doyoung’s apartment to have some alone time.

It took less than five minutes to reach Doyoung’s building, which said alot considering that you couldn’t keep your hands off him on the ride there. By the time you entered the elevator, you could barely hold yourself together. When the doors opened, Doyoung grabbed your hand and dragged you inside, closing the door firmly behind him.

He released your hand, looking straight at you. You tried to calm yourself, but you failed miserably, trembling uncontrollably as his eyes caressed every inch of your face.

“Why am I so nervous?” You mumbled. “We’ve done this plenty of times…”

Doyoung laughed, leaning down to capture your lips in another deep kiss. When he finally broke away from you, he looked at you intently. “Do you want me, Y/N?”

His question caught you completely off guard. How could he even ask such a question? Of course you wanted him. Every part of you craved his touch. But why did he have to ask? Wasn’t it obvious?

“Of course I want you, you gorgeous man.” You let out a breathless laugh. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pushed your body against his, meeting his lips with yours. You kissed him passionately, reveling in the fact that he was here with you.

Finally alone.

“Let’s go.” Doyoung whispered hoarsely, breaking away from you, leading you to his bedroom. Once inside, he turned to face you, pinning you against the wall. His hand cupped your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” He murmured, trailing his nose along your jawline, smelling the faint scent of your perfume. “You smell so good…”

His tongue darted out to lick your lower lip, capturing it between his lips. You whimpered, pressing your chest tighter against his. He wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his nose in your hair, inhaling deeply.

God, you were intoxicating.

“You smell like strawberries.” He mumbled against your hair. “God, I’ve missed this smell. This smell always makes me want to eat you up.”

Before you could respond, he pulled away, sliding down your body until he was kneeling between your legs. With one hand, he unbuttoned your blouse, slowly undoing each button, kissing his way up your stomach until he reached your exposed breasts. The touch of his lips on your nipples made you shudder in anticipation.

“You taste amazing. So sweet.” He whispered against your skin, letting his fingers graze across your cleavage, causing goosebumps to break out across your body.

“God, I’ve missed you so much, Y/N.” He sighed, nibbling at your neck, drawing tiny circles on your skin. “I dream of you naked and writhing under me, begging me to make love to you. I miss how soft your skin feels against mine. And I miss hearing you moan my name as I enter you.”

He placed feather light kisses along your collarbone, tracing his fingers over your collarbone, moving slowly downwards.

“Mmmh…Doyoung.” You moaned, arching your back as he lowered his head, flicking his tongue against your nipple. A wave of pleasure rolled through your body as he gently sucked on your breast, teasing it with his tongue.

With his free hand, he pushed your shirt off your shoulders, leaving you completely exposed. You reached out to grasp his shoulders, squeezing them, to balance your legs before they gave out.

He laughed quietly, cupping your cheeks in his hands, staring into your eyes.

“Relax, baby.” He crooned softly. “I’ll be taking my sweet time tonight.”

“Promise?” You breathed. “Because god, Doyoung, I want you so badly.”

“I promise.” He whispered huskily, giving you a chaste kiss on the lips before slipping off his shirt.

Sex with Doyoung was different from sex with Jaehyun or Jungwoo. With Jaehyun, it was all rough and heavy and wild. With Jungwoo, it was all tender and sweet. Sex with Doyoung was somewhere in between those two extremes. Hot, hard, rough, yet also soft and slow. He always made sure that he went slow enough for you to savor every single moment of the experience, almost as if he were doing it just for you.

His lips traced a trail down your torso, stopping right above your lace panties.

“I see Jaehyun’s scent is still lingering on your skin.” He commented, tracing circles on your inner thigh with his index finger. “I guess I have to work extra hard to erase it. So you can have my scent all over you. Only you.”

His words sent shivers down your spine, causing your pussy to clench tightly.

“Y/N…” He whispered against your skin, biting down softly. “Please tell me what you want. What you need. Tell me how bad you want it. I won’t stop unless you tell me to. I want to hear it from you.”

You could feel yourself growing wetter by the second, desperate for him to touch you. Needing him to give you exactly what you needed. You cupped the back of his head, guiding his mouth to your pussy, feeling the sharp intake of air when his lips touched you.

“Tell me, baby.” He growled, his hands coming to rest on your ass, holding you firmly against him. “Show me how much you want it. Beg me. Say the words.”

“Doyoung…please…” You whimpered, pushing your hips towards his mouth. “I need you…I need you so fucking bad…”

You felt him push your panties to the side, exposing your dripping wet pussy to his hungry gaze. His tongue swept across your slit, causing a pleasurable ache to spread throughout your entire body.

“Ah!” You let out, your fingers gripping onto his hair as he licked and teased you mercilessly. “Oh god, Doyoung…don’t tease me…”

He chuckled softly, running his tongue along your slit, teasing you by not diving straight into your waiting pussy.

“Oh god…please…I need it…I need it so bad…” You moaned loudly, thrusting your hips against his mouth, making his tongue flick faster against your clit. “Doyoung…fuck…yes…yes…”

“Say my name again.” He groaned against your sensitive flesh, dipping his fingers inside you.

“Y-Yes, Doyoung…oh god…ah!” You cried out, the sensation of his fingers entering you sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. You began thrashing your hips against his mouth, grinding your clit against his tongue, trying to get more of his magic tongue inside you.

“Fuuuck…so wet…” He muttered, still teasing you, his fingers never going beyond the first knuckle. You bucked your hips against his hand harder, trying to find something deeper inside you.

Trying to find release.

But he wasn’t having any of that. Instead, he removed his hand from you, kissing his way up your body, nibbling on your earlobe.

“Don’t tease me, Doyoung. Please…just fuck me already.” You whined. “You know I need it. I’m dying here.”

“Yeah?” He asked, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Want me to give it to you hard and fast? Or do you want me to take my time? Do you want me to tease you a little bit longer? Let you enjoy every single moment?”

“You can do whatever you want, you know that.” You replied. “Just please, Doyoung…give me what I need. I’m so fucking close.”

The devilish smirk that appeared on his face only fueled your desire further. Your heart started pounding wildly in your chest as you waited anxiously for him to give you what you desired most. You closed your eyes, imagining his thick cock plunging inside you. Imagine how tight your pussy would be around him, how it would burn when he sunk deeper and deeper inside you. You could practically feel him, taste him, smell him…you could imagine everything.

His hands at your waist, he lifted you up against the wall, pressing you harder against it, grinding himself against your soaked pussy. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer to you.

Your hands moved to grip his ass, squeezing it tightly.

He pulled away slightly, nibbling at your neck. “Tell me how much you want it, Y/N. Tell me how badly you need it.”

“God, Doyoung…I need it…I need you…please don’t make me wait any longer.” You begged. “Just give me what I need. Give me what I crave.”

“Anything for you, baby.” He breathed, lining his erection at your core. He slid into you slowly, filling you inch by inch. You moaned in pleasure, wrapping your arms around his neck, locking your legs around his waist, grinding against him, wanting him deeper inside you.

Even though you knew that Doyoung was as horny as you, the pace of his movements were slow, deliberate, making you focus on every single sensation. It was such an incredible feeling to know that he wanted to make sure you enjoyed every single moment. That he took his time with you because he wanted you to fully enjoy it.

His hips pushed forward once again, filling you even deeper with every stroke. Each movement caused waves of pleasure to roll through your body, taking you higher and higher with every inch that he sank into you.

Your lips met his, your breasts pressed against his chest, his arms wrapped around your waist, your thighs tightening around his waist.

“I love you.” You murmured, gazing down at his beautiful face. “You know that, right?”

“Say it again.” He whispered, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Tell me you love me again.”

“I love you, Doyoung.” You repeated, pressing another kiss against his lips.

“I love you too, baby.” He whispered back, nibbling on your lower lip. “I know you love Jaehyun and Jungwoo as well, but thank you for loving me too.”

Your smile grew wider as you gazed at his gorgeous face, your fingers playing with his soft black hair. The softness of his voice made you go weak in the knees. His dark brown eyes sparkled brightly with emotion. As if he was really thankful for you being with him.

That thought made your heart swell with happiness.

As if reading your mind, he tightened his hold on you, giving you a gentle squeeze before thrusting his hips forwards again.

Every single move he made, every single thrust he made, each time he ground against you and kissed you, he was showing you how grateful he was for you. How lucky he was to have you.

How much he loves you.

“Did you have fun with Doyoung-hyung last night?” Jungwoo asked, staring at you intently as you sat next to him on the couch, drinking your morning coffee. You had just come back to your apartment where you found Jungwoo pouting on your couch.

You raised an eyebrow, raising your cup to your lips, preparing to take a sip. “Why? Are you jealous?”

Jungwoo smirked, resting his chin on your shoulder. “No.”

“You wish.” You rolled your eyes, giving him a playful shove. “Don’t even deny it.”

“He told me he loves you.” He said casually. “And that you love him.”

“Uh huh. And?”

“Don’t you love me too, babe?” He questioned , giving you a small pout. “Can’t I have someone to wake up with and drink coffee with? Can’t I have someone who wants to cuddle with me and watch TV all day long? Don’t I deserve some affection and love as well? Why are you ignoring me?”

“Jungwoo, we just had sex a few days ago.” You rolled your eyes at him, a small smile on your lips. "How am I ignoring you?"

“Uh huh. But you didn’t tell me that you loved me.” He frowned. “I want to know. Are you sleeping with someone else or not?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his puppy dog eyes. You placed your cup on the table, turning to wrap your arms around his neck. “You know who I’m sleeping with. Stop being jealous, my big puppy.”

“Babe, seriously. I just want to know if you love me. I’m needy like that.” He pouted, nuzzling his nose against yours. “I need attention and love.”

You couldn’t help but giggle. “I can’t believe out of you, Doyoung and Jaehyun, that you’re the biggest baby.”

“I’ll fight them both to have you.” He grumbled. “I’ll pretend to have a broken leg just so you’ll stay with me.”

“Stop being ridiculous.” You laughed, moving away from him. “If you really want to know, yes, I love you. I love all of you guys.”

“Really?” Jungwoo exclaimed. “Really? You love us all? Not just Doyoung?”

“Yes.” You nodded, smiling widely at him. “You, Jaehyun and Doyoung mean the world to me.”

Jungwoo smiled happily, a wide grin plastered on his face. “Thank you, Y/N. Thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome. Now stop being so clingy and needy.” You chuckled, giving him a playful push. “Go to the practice rooms with the others. I’ll be fine.”

“But…but…” He mumbled, looking up at you.

“Come on, babe. The sooner you finish, the sooner you can find me in bed.” You grinned, grabbing his wrist, tugging him towards the door. “Or am I sleeping alone tonight?”

“Haha. No. I wouldn’t let that happen.” He replied, chuckling.

You grinned at him, leaning in to kiss him softly on the lips. “Good. Now get out there and have fun.”

“Y/N, seriously. I love you.” He declared, giving you one last lingering kiss before exiting the room.

You sighed contently, sitting down on the couch, sipping your coffee while watching him leave the room. Then you took a look around your apartment. Everything seemed so empty without the guys around. Just silence.

You pulled out your phone and saw the text from Doyoung wondering if you had gotten home safely and that he was going to head to the practice rooms. Another text message popped up, this time from Jaehyun, asking you how the date went and saying that he missed you. A final text message was from Jungwoo, telling you that he’d call you later during his break.

You smiled as you finished reading their messages.

You finished the last of your coffee, setting the cup aside before standing up and stretching.

It felt good to be home after such a long day. And it also felt nice knowing that all three of them were thinking about you.

You wandered into your bedroom to grab your towel so that you could go and take a shower. Once you were done, you dressed in your sweats, slipped your feet into your slippers, and made your way to the kitchen. After placing a bagel on the counter, you headed towards the living room to turn on the television, hoping that something good would be on today.

Suddenly, the sound of your front door opening startled you, causing you to jump and drop the remote onto the floor.

You spun around quickly, seeing Jungwoo walk through the door. “You're supposed to be at practice." You stated.

"I was gonna go," Jungwoo made his way to you, wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you close to him. "But then I realized that it's not really important to be there. I would rather be here with you."

"Uh huh." You rolled your eyes, a smile on your lips. "And what would Doyoung and Jaehyun say if you skipped practice?"

Jungwoo hummed thoughtfully. "I guess they'd ask why I'm skipping practice. Then I'd tell them that I want to spend more time with you."

You looked up at him curiously, feeling warm all over. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling his head closer to yours. "Is my Jungwoo still jealous?"

"Always." He winked.

"Ah." You grinned, lips close to his. "So instead of practice..."

Jungwoo responded by closing the distance between the two of you, giving you a long, deep kiss, leaving you breathless and wanting more.

You moaned softly as his tongue slid along your lips, pressing kisses to your mouth, leaving behind tingles everywhere. Your hands ran through his hair, holding onto his thick strands.

He smelled good. Ridiculously good. Like fresh air and sunshine. Or maybe it was just his natural scent mixed with the fresh fragrance of soap and shampoo that he used. Whatever it was, it drove you wild.

You broke the kiss, panting lightly, letting out a moan when you felt his hands running along your back, down your spine. "Jungwoo, you smell so good."

"Yeah?" He hummed in response, kissing you passionately once again. "Baby, you always smell good. It makes me wanna eat you up."

"What is up with you and others always wanting to eat me up?" You laughed softly, resting your hands on his shoulders.

"I love food." He giggled. "Just saying. Plus you taste good."

"Mmmm...I better taste good." You laughed, leaning in to kiss him again.

"Trust me, babe. You do." He groaned, tugging at your sweater, trying to pull it off of your body. "God, I can't wait to feel your naked skin pressed against mine."

You leaned in to bite his bottom lip, hearing him moan. That sent shivers throughout your body, making you feel weak in the knees.

His fingers reached under your sweater, touching bare skin, causing you to let out a gasp. His other hand rubbed up and down your back, slowly working its way down your spine. All you wanted to do was crawl onto his lap, lose yourself in his touch and let him explore every inch of your body.

Your whole body trembled as you felt his fingertips run along your bare stomach. Then, he slowly moved his hand up, lifting your sweater higher, exposing more of your skin. Your breathing hitched, feeling slightly overwhelmed by the emotions that surged through your body.

His lips returned to yours, nibbling on your bottom lip gently, pushing your sweater up a bit further. He pulled away from you, breathing heavily, almost like he was out of breath.

"Oh shit." He muttered. "I'm so turned on right now."

"Yeah?" You breathed out, a smile on your lips. "Me too."

"You want to fuck?" He whispered, grabbing your wrist, tugging you towards the sofa.

You laughed loudly. "Was there a reason to ask? You know I'd never turn you down."

"Damn straight." He grinned, sitting on the sofa and pulling you towards him. You stood between his spread legs, his hands still delving under your sweater, brushing against bare skin.

You arched your back, moaning softly when his fingers ran across your skin. You reached for the hem of your sweater and pulled it up over your head, throwing it somewhere in your living room. You unclasped your bra, freeing your breasts, nipples erect and hard. You watched Jungwoo's eyes grow wider with each second, biting down on your lower lip as you watched him lick his lips. He grabbed hold of your hips, pulling you forward, his hands sliding your sweats and panties down your thighs, leaving you completely naked.

"Jesus." He murmured, taking a moment to admire your naked body. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you closer to him. His eyes were glued to your breasts, watching them rise and fall with each rapid breath you took.

Then, he leaned in to place soft kisses on your breast, circling your nipple with his tongue. You whimpered quietly, biting down on your lip. His teeth grazed against your nipple, causing goosebumps to form all over your body.

"Jungwoo..." You groaned, arching your back even further. "Jungwoo, please..."

His tongue moved up to your nipple, sucking it into his mouth. His teeth clamped down gently, drawing a small cry from you. His tongue flicked back and forth across your nipple, causing you to buck your hips forward, rubbing against his erection.

Jungwoo sat up, still licking and sucking on your breasts. He placed his palms on your ass, lifting you up, until you were straddling him. He wrapped his arms around your back, pulling you tightly against him, grinding against your wetness.

You felt him grow hard beneath you and reached out to unbutton his pants, needing to feel him inside of you. You helped him shimmy out of his pants, kicking them aside.

"You know I can’t be the only one naked, right?” You straddled him and slipped your hands up his shirt. You felt him tighten his grip on your ass, pulling you closer to him. “Take your shirt off, babe.”

Jungwoo reached for the hem of his shirt, raising it above his head. His hair fell freely, giving him an even sexier appearance. His lips met yours in another searing kiss, his tongue seeking entrance into your mouth. He tasted sweet, like honey and berries. You couldn't get enough of him.

"Ahhh..." You moaned, breaking away from the kiss, shaking your head. "God, Jungwoo."

He delved his nose into your hair, inhaling deeply. "God, you smell so good. Like strawberries. God damn, I want to bury my face in your neck and inhale you."

"God, you always do this to me." You chuckled, planting small kisses along his jawline, your hand grasping his cock firmly.

"Mmm, baby, are you trying to kill me?" He groaned, holding his head up. "I swear I'll die if you keep doing that."

"So you'll die once you're in me?" You teased him, running your fingers down the length of his shaft, eliciting a groan from him.

"Yes." He nodded, kissing you tenderly on the lips. "Every single fucking time."

"I'll have to remember that." You laughed, sitting back on his lap, allowing him to enter you slowly. He filled you completely, your bodies pressed together, skin touching skin. His hands left your ass, gripping your waist, holding you against him. You moved with him, letting him control the pace. Every thrust sent pleasure coursing through your body, causing you to moan in pleasure.

"Baby..." He groaned, rocking against you, pushing deeper inside of you. "Ah, fuck!"

"Do you like it?" You asked, your breasts pushed up against his face. "Tell me."

He sucked one of your nipples into his mouth, giving it gentle bites with his teeth. You gasped, bucking your hips against him, causing his hands to tighten their grip on your waist.

You rocked against him harder, watching his facial expressions change as you pleasured him. The look of pure bliss on his face made you want to ride him faster, but he slowed his movements, urging you to continue.

He kissed your shoulder, trailing kisses down your neck, leaving you gasping in pleasure. His tongue dipped below your earlobe, causing chills to ripple through your body. Your hands grasped his hair, holding him tighter against you, reveling in the feelings flowing through your body.

When he moved his lips to your collarbone, gently nibbling on your flesh, you moaned loudly, riding him harder, desperate to come.

"Fuck, Jungwoo, fuck..." You cried out, clutching his head to you, digging your nails into his scalp.

"You're so beautiful." He whispered, his teeth grazing your earlobe. "Like a fucking angel, you know that?"

"Mmhm." You agreed, gasping as his teeth sank into your skin.

He held you close to him, keeping the same rhythm, driving you crazy. You moaned loudly, his name falling from your lips. His fingers dug into your hips, thrusting inside of you, sending pleasure streaking through your body.

"Come on, baby." He urged you. "Let go. Come with me."

He picked up speed, stroking inside of you faster, bringing you closer to the edge. You moaned his name, tilting your head back, your hair cascading down your shoulders. With one final push, Jungwoo buried himself inside of you, thrusting as deep as he could, you screaming his name as you came.

You cried out Jungwoo's name again and again, shuddering uncontrollably as waves of pleasure swept through your body. You opened your eyes to see Jungwoo staring down at you, smiling softly. You smiled back, caressing his cheek.

"I love you, Jungwoo." You said, burying your face in his chest. "Thank you."

He leaned in to give you a soft kiss. "I love you, baby."

A few days later

You peeked your head into the practice room, the nearest back-up dancer jumping slightly in surprise before giving you a small greeting. You sneakily made your way towards the couch where NCT's manager was sitting, carefully placing your belongings down next to you.

"Oppa," you leaned towards him. "How long have they been practicing?"

"About an hour or so." He looked over at the three members still practicing. "You haven't heard the song yet, right? Why don't you stay and watch?"

"You sure?" You asked. "I don't want to be a bother."

He laughed. "I'm sure the guys will be happy when they see you."

You smiled softly, settling back on the couch. When Haechan told you that Doyoung, Jaehyun and Jungwoo were forming a unit, you knew, oh you definitely knew, that no matter what the song was, they would exude their sensual charms.

You shifted in your seat, watching as Doyoung's sweet voice rang through the room, followed by Jaehyun's masculine tone and then finally Jungwoo's silky voice. You couldn't help but bite your bottom lip when you heard the lyrics that expressed leaving perfume behind on a lover so that they could not forget them. And who wouldn't love that? It sounded incredibly sexy and intimate, exactly how you pictured the lyrics.

You couldn't help but take a deep breath while you watched your boys dance. They certainly had the moves, so many different ones to suit each member. After a few minutes, you found yourself humming along with them. Your eyelids started to feel heavy, making you wish you had a pillow to rest your head on.

"Alright, guys." The manager announced, snapping you out of your trance. "That's enough for today. If I keep you guys any longer, someone will get angry."

You rolled your eyes playfully, standing up from the couch as you watched him walk out of the room with the dancers. "Oppa!"

Jaehyun enveloped you in a hug when he heard your voice. "Where've you been hiding yourself?"

You giggled. "Sitting here with your manager while you practiced."

"What did you think?" Doyoung asked, threading his fingers through yours. "Are we okay?"

You bit your lip. "I loved it." You squeezed his hand. "I can't wait to hear it live."

Jungwoo laughed. "You really enjoyed watching us practice?"

"I enjoyed all the aspects." You said, looking at all three of them. "Your voices, your dancing, everything. But what I really enjoyed..."

"Hmm?" They asked, eyeing you curiously.

"The lyrics." You smiled teasingly at them. "Makes me think that you all haven't really left your scents behind, if you catch my drift."

"Oh?" Jaehyun asked, his lips awfully close to yours. "Is that so?"

You bit your bottom lip. "I guess that means you have more work to do..."

"On you?" Doyoung asked, running his finger down your arm.

"I mean...your practice..." You clarified, laughing nervously.

Jaehyun grinned wickedly, slowly walking towards you. He brushed his thumb against your lower lip, catching it between his thumb and index finger, tugging lightly. "What are you saying, baby?"

You couldn't help but suck on his thumb, tasting its sweetness on your tongue. "If you leave your scent behind for me..."

"How?" He breathed, leaning in to nip at your bottom lip. "Shall I give you a sample?"

"Please..." You breathed, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks.

Jungwoo let out a laugh, tugging on your hand. "Why don't we all go home and figure out how to leave our scents behind for her."

You let out a quiet gasp as he led you out of the practice room, dragging Jaehyun and Doyoung with him. It took but minutes to reconvene to your apartment since your apartment was only a few minutes walk from the company.

Once you were all inside the living room, sitting on the couches, Doyoung grabbed your hips, pulling you onto his lap. "So how are we leaving our scents behind for you, Y/N?"

You laughed, resting your head on his shoulder. "Surprise me. Let's see what happens tonight."

Jaehyun stared at the spot where you'd been sitting just moments ago, licking his lips hungrily. "Don't worry, baby."

You grinned, getting up from his lap and plopping down on Jaehyun's lap. He threw his arms around you, cradling you against his chest. "We'll make sure to give you something worth remembering."

Jaehyun lifted you in his arms and made his way to your bedroom, the other two following closely behind.

"My bed, your bed, it doesn't matter which one." You winked. "As long as we're together, it's all the same. Now leave your scents on me so that I don't ever forget you."

Jaehyun threw you on the bed before crawling on top of you. "We'll leave them on your wrist, your collarbone, wherever you like."

You pulled him down for a kiss, his tongue sweeping against yours, tasting every inch of your mouth, his hand coming up to run through your hair. He broke away, tracing the outline of your face with his fingers.

"I'll leave them everywhere." He promised. "Everywhere you want."

Jungwoo sat down next to you, cupping your face gently. "Whatever you need, whatever you desire, we'll provide."

"Anything you want." Doyoung repeated. "It's all about you, after all."

Jaehyun placed his lips against yours once again, whispering against your mouth. "I hope you're ready for us, Y/N. We won't disappoint you."

The three boys nodded before getting up from the bed. All you could do was watch them silently, your heart pounding wildly in your chest as anticipation surged through your veins.

"Remember," Doyoung called over his shoulder, pulling his shirt off. "No inhibitions, nothing holds us back. We'll leave our scents all over you, our fingerprints all over you. Every little piece of us will be imprinted on your skin, making sure that no one else has you but us."

Jaehyun ran his hands over his abs, his muscles flexing underneath his touch. "And the scent of our sweat will linger in your sheets, permeating the fabric, leaving behind the most intimate smell. Nothing will make you forget us like that."

"Then why are we wasting time?" Jungwoo asked, unbuckling his belt. "We should start marking our territory now, before you have a chance to forget us."

With that, they quickly stripped off their clothes, completely naked, standing there with only their confidence for protection. Jungwoo's long fingers removed your clothes, throwing them aside as he made his way down your body, kissing you along the way. He crawled back up, kissing you hard.

Doyoung trailed hot kisses down your neck, biting your neck softly, sucking it gently before moving up to lick the sensitive skin under your ear.

Jaehyun lowered himself between your legs, trailing kisses from your thighs to your pussy, flicking your clit with his tongue, nibbling on it lightly.

You let out a low moan, moaning his name as he licked your folds. He lapped up your juices before diving into your depths, swirling his tongue around your clit, taking it between his teeth, drawing out a sharp cry from you.

Jungwoo worked his magic on your nipples, gently pinching them between his fingers, sending a bolt of electricity straight to your core.

Doyoung continued to kiss down your neck, reaching your collarbone, gently biting your flesh.

You felt the heat rise within you, ready to explode, and you tightened your legs around Jaehyun's head, bucking against his tongue, wanting more.

"Jaehyun...oh god." You moaned, tugging at his hair.

"Not yet, baby." He moaned. "Stay still. Let me show you what I'm going to do to you."

You bit your bottom lip, trying to control yourself. "Please. Jaehyun, please..."

"Just relax, baby." He whispered. "Let us drive you crazy. Just close your eyes and let go."

With that, Jaehyun took his fingers and slid them inside of you, stretching you wide, loosening you up for him. He rubbed his fingers over your clit, stroking it gently, causing you to let out another moan.

Jaehyun breathed against your inner thigh. "We're gonna make this last as long as possible."

He didn't waste any time, working his tongue in and out of you, using his fingers on your clit, stimulating you until you were practically begging for release.

"Tell me how much you want it, baby." He whispered. "Say the words."

You whimpered. "Fuck me. Please fuck me."

"Do you want us, Y/N?" Jungwoo asked. "Are you ready for us to leave our scents on you?"

"Do you want us to fill all your holes?" Doyoung added. "Fill you up with all our cum?"

"Fuck yes." You cried, shaking your head frantically. "Fuck yes."

Jaehyun laid on the bed as you crawled on top of him, lowering yourself down on him. His thick cock slipped inside of you, filling you up completely. You sighed happily, closing your eyes as you began to ride him, feeling him growing even harder inside of you.

"Oh fuck yeah." You moaned. "Jaehyun, fuckkkk."

He wrapped his arms around you, locking you to him as you moved on top of him, your breasts bouncing against his chest.

"Look at you riding me." He moaned, gripping your ass tightly. "Feels good, doesn't it? Feels real good, babe."

You shook your head, raising yourself up and sliding back down on him. "Too fucking good."

Doyoung let out a groan as he watched you bounce on Jaehyun. He was stroking his own cock and when you gestured to him, he happily obliged, guiding his dick to your ass, gently pushing it inside of you. You let out a loud moan as Doyoung slowly pushed himself into you, moving in and out of you in perfect rhythm with Jaehyun.

"Baby, don't forget me." Jungwoo muttered, his dick against your cheek. "I need to feel your mouth on me."

You leaned forward, placing your hands on his thighs, giving him access to your mouth, allowing him to push his dick into your mouth, letting you slide your lips up and down his shaft, feeling him grow even harder as you gave him pleasure.

"You're so turned on, aren't you babe?" Jungwoo asked, your head bobbing up and down on his dick. "You're sucking me so good and I'm sure both Doyoung and Jaehyun is giving your ass and pussy a good pounding. So fucking hot."

You hummed around his dick, trying to keep pace with the other two as they fucked you senseless. You loved being used like this by these three men. They knew exactly what they were doing and each man had their own special way of making you come. Each time was better than the last.

"I love how loud you get when you come, baby." Doyoung whispered against your ear, rubbing your clit with his thumb. "That sound drives me insane."

Jaehyun grunted, his hands cupping your breasts roughly, squeezing your nipples between his fingers. "Come for us, Y/N. Come all over us. Let us know that we're making you feel good."

"Let go, baby." Jungwoo urged, gripping your head against his cock.

"Shit, let's all just come together." Doyoung gasped, pressing against you hard. "Fuck."

Your moans became louder, echoing in the small apartment, mixed with the sounds of sex and moans. The four of you moved in unison, groaning as you came together. Your eyes rolled back into your head as a loud cry escaped your throat, signaling your orgasm.

Jungwoo's dick popped out of your mouth, his semen coating your body. Both Jaehyun and Doyoung emptied themselves into your pussy and ass, simultaneously filling you to the brim.

Doyoung collapsed tirelessly on the bed next to Jaehyun, completely spent.

"That was amazing." You panted, lying on top of Jaehyun, his arms tightening his hold on you. "You guys really did a number on my body. Fuck, I can't believe how full I am right now."

"Fuck, I'm completely exhausted." Doyoung let out as the others laughed.

"You look exhausted." Jaehyun chuckled, his fingers brushing your hair away from your face. "Why don't we all shower and then head to bed?"

"Yeah, a shower would probably help." Jungwoo agreed. "And maybe, just maybe, we can have round 2 in the shower."

You laughed loudly, resting your head against Jaehyun's chest. "I think I'd like that."

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Bet Beat Keep [Ep 1]

Pairing : Jungkook & Reader (mc) Genre : Smut / Romance / Thrilling / Dark Summary : Jeon Jungkook is a legendary boxer, currently the best around the city. Even the illegal cage fights he takes place become famous… And your rich boyfriend decides to bet on his next game. JungKook must win no matter what because you are on the line. Will Jungkook win for himself, or will another game begin? ⟪A/N: Do not copy or publish my work on other platforms without my permission. All Rights Reserved. Every and each like & reblog are highly appreciated.⟫

The vale in simple yet clean suit opened my door. I stepped out and glanced around. A slum with faded colors of old buildings. We were so out of place with our fancy clothes. I thought so until walking into the building. People like us were following a hallway. A buff guy checked Jae Hwan's invisible mark with a purple light and opened the door. A small laundromat was behind it. Wondering where this will lead I followed quietly. I reached another small door. Peeking inside I could see the cage with locks in the middle. Blood running cold, I stopped on my track. However before I could form any word, another man cut in. His suit and fedora carried no sign of reliance. "I thought big bets like these were not your thing Song. What happened?" His husky voice filled the thin hallway. Jae Hwan chuckled. I did not like it, because I knew it was not a good sign. "Well you got what you expected now. Stop using your words, use your zeros." The man returned the same sort of chuckle, sinisterly. "Still thinking small Song? How about the beauty you brought?" Jae Hwan arched his eyebrows arrogantly. "You are not laying a finger on her." I felt sick to my stomach. They were talking about me as if I was one of their belongings… As if I was an object. Not being able to stand their immature testosterone war, I walked in. Before I took my seat, I looked for the ladies room, hoping there has to be one. Somehow on my way back, I heard the familiar voice of a male. It was the same man who talked to Jae Hwan. His hands were on each side of the young guy before him. "Listen…. You either win this or I will shove this down your throat… Understand?"

I had no idea about cage fights, but one did not need to be a genius to see the problem. He was going to wear a knuckleduster to destroy his opponent. In this case, it was Jae Hwan's bet. I had to do something if I did not want to end up in the hands of another freak.

Jungkook sat by the bench, listening to the deafening cheers of the crowd. Elites were present, so he had to give them what they wanted. They were thirsty for blood… Torture… Violence… Lives of miserable poor like him were meant for the entertainment. He took a deep breath, starting with his mantra. "Right, Left, Right, Left… Focus" Those whispers faded away when a woman suddenly pulled him back to the small room. The door was closed and Jungkook was stuck between the unfamiliar delicate body and the door frame. Eyes wide, he looked down to the unexpected guest.

I took a step back to create some space between me and the tall man. I finally looked up slowly and instantly regretted my decision. The only thing he had on was a cape along with shorts hanging on his hips. He had long and shaped legs and a muscular body. His chiseled chest and abs along with wide shoulders were literally perfect.

He had the face of an angel with captivating big eyes. Jungkook was also caught off guard. The first thing he noticed was the intoxicating perfume. The classy dress wrapped the beautiful woman’s curves and flowed perfectly. When your eyes met the only thing Jung Kook could think was that you were beautiful… From head to toe.

After a long minute of silence, the confusion kicked in. Closing my eyes I tried to put my thoughts together to explain. "Your… uhm… Your opponent is wearing a knuckleduster to the fight." After hearing those words, Jungkook even had more questions than before. He took a step to the delicate figure before him.

“And how do you know that?”

Since I did not have much time, I rushed the words. "It does not matter. I saw it. Its because of the bet." Jungkook raised one eyebrow questioningly. "How much is it?" I shook my head. "Money? I do not know. The real bet.." I stopped in the mid-sentence when my brain caught up with my mouth. However, Jung Kook's expectant gaze urged me to go on. "...is me." After I explained, I heard the footsteps outside the door. Jae Hwan's voice followed. "Find her!"

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a lover's redemption | chapter 3

chapter 3. the new normal

pairing ↠ mafia leader!park jimin x reader

genre ↠ mafia AU — romance/action (angst, fluff, smut)

summary ↠ Blood, business and betrayal is all that Park Jimin has ever known, but when you cross paths again, the stakes are raised even higher and he finds himself battling his conscience, and his heart.

word count ↠ 13.3k

18+ | warnings ↠ drinking, explicit sexual content, violence, all sorts of crime (please see the series masterlist for a complete list of warnings).

taglist is open – dm/comment/send an ask to be added <3

notes ↠ please enjoy and shareeeee xxoxoxox and pls share your thoughts w me as we get into it ;) also in case its not clear, jimin's birth year in the fic is 1995, same as real life, and Y/N is 2 years younger than him. I always put the year for any flashbacks so you can work out how old they are :) any confusion, please let me know (i might make a mistake!) thanks angels! <3

17th July 2009

The heavy scent of cigar smoke lingered in the room, curling around the dark oak furniture. Jimin sat quietly beside his father, his small legs barely brushing the floor. Across from them, Lee Han-Jae exhaled a long puff of his cigar, looking tired.

“They confirmed the crash?” Jihoon asked, his tone devoid of warmth.

Jimin did not know what accident his uncle and father had planned but he knew that his father had been on edge all day because of it.

Han-Jae nodded. “Mostly. But he's gone.” He downed what was left of his drink. “Did we take care of the family?”

Jihoon swirls his glass. “We’ll let them go, they have no one.”

“Except Kija and Min-Baek-hyun,” Han-jae counters.

“They mean nothing to us.”

“But they were loyal to Sehun.”

Upon hearing this, Jimin goes still, realising what’s happened.

“Their loyalty was not just to Sehun but the entire Han family. They will protect them at all costs and they’ve been in this long enough to know not to retaliate if they want to keep themselves safe.”

Han-Jae says nothing else of the matter but his face does little to mask his disapproval. He took another puff of his cigar before he spoke again. “The other two men survived. Escaped before the flames could finish the job. They’re digging through the wreckage, but the police are sniffing around."It seems dental records are proving... inconvenient.”

Jihoon’s eyes narrowed, his jaw clenching. “Inconvenient?” he echoed. “The detectives are a problem?”

Han-Jae waved a dismissive hand. “Nothing we can’t handle.”

“Funny,” Jihoon said, leaning forward slightly. “You said the same thing about the last case they opened. And now I hear whispers about them building something bigger — trafficking charges. Another detective’s on the case, isn’t he?” His tone sharpened. “You’ve been careless, Han-Jae.”

The room tensed, the air thick with unsaid threats. Han-Jae stiffened, his smirk faltering for the briefest moment. “Watch your tongue, Jihoon.”

Jihoon’s lip curled. “You’ve been playing dirty, using our resources to fund your side business."

Han-Jae remained indifferent. "You'll be asking for a share soon. All the pieces are almost complete and this detective is nothing more than a bump in the road. I'll deal with it."

"That's besides the point. I trusted you and you're acting foolishly."

"Foolishly?"

"Is it not?" Jihoon asked, patronising.

Jimin watched as Han-Jae got up wordlessly and walked over to his cabinet. He picked up the decanter and generously poured himself some whiskey.

“I’ve given you more than enough leash,” Jihoon continued, his voice rising. “But if you think I’ll let you drag my name down with yours, think again.”

Han-Jae emptied his glass before he turned, his face a mask of fury. “We’ll talk about this later,” he spat. “We have somewhere to be.”

Jihoon didn’t bother responding. Instead, he turned his attention to Jimin, his gaze cold and commanding. “Get a gun.”

Jimin froze, his blood turning to ice. His lips parted, but no sound came out.

“Now,” Jihoon snapped, his tone sharp enough to cut. "Then meet me by the car."

Jihoon left the room and Jimin followed, his legs moving before his mind could catch up. He went towards the basement, down the stairs and past the training floor, all the way to the locked room at the back. Some of his father's men watched as he walked, but none said a word. Hands trembling, he pressed his thumb to the scanner and waited for the door to unlock, revealing an entire array of weapons lining the walls.

Jimin didn't think. He picked up the first handgun he saw, checked it was loaded and then walked out with the cold metal feeling alien in his grasp, the weight far heavier than he anticipated.

Without realising it, his feet carried him to the kitchen, where his mother stood slicing vegetables. She turned at the sound of his shaky breathing, her eyes immediately softening when she saw the gun in his hands.

“Jimin,” she whispered, crossing the room in an instant. She crouched down in front of him, pulling him into a gentle hug. The faint scent of lavender filled his nose, momentarily drowning out the suffocating reality around him.

“I can’t,” he mumbled against her shoulder. “I can’t do it.”

His mother’s embrace tightened. “I never wanted this for you, Jimin,” she murmured, her voice thick with regret. “I’m so sorry.” She pulled back, brushing his hair from his face with trembling fingers. “But this is your life now. Your father won’t wait. If you don’t go back, he’ll only get angrier.”

Jimin shook his head. “Why do you let him—” His voice broke off and a single tear rolled down his cheek.

"I'm so sorry." Her face crumpled, but she quickly composed herself and closed his fingers around the gun. “You have to go now, before he comes looking for you.”

Reluctantly, he nodded, his small frame trembling as she kissed his forehead and guided him toward the door.

The container yard smelled of damp concrete and iron, the air thick and stifling. As Jimin stepped out of the car, he immediately spotted Kwan and Duri ahead of them.

Jihoon and Han-Jae walked ahead while Taemin and Jimin followed behind. As they went further into the yard, around a dark corner, Jimin glanced at Taemin, hoping for some kind of answer. Taemin, barely older than Jimin, gave a reassuring smile of sorts when Jimin glanced his way, but it did little to make him feel better. Jimin figured he knew where they were going since he and his dad spoke often.

Duri pulled the heavy door of one of the containers open as they approached and both fathers stopped short outside of the container. Han-Jae laughed mirthlessly and they both stepped aside for Jimin and Taemin to see.

Two detectives knelt on the floor, their faces bloodied and swollen, their hands tied tightly behind their backs.

Suddenly, the dead weight of the gun in his hand felt heavy again.

Jihoon glanced over his shoulder. “Stay here,” he ordered both boys.

Taemin, barely older than Jimin, gave a solemn nod but said nothing.

Jihoon stepped into the container, and crouched in front of one of the detectives, his voice low but menacing. “I warned you to stay out of my business. But now, you’re here. What do you have to say for yourself?”

The detective spat at Jihoon’s feet, earning himself a sharp backhand. Jihoon stood, motioning to Jimin. “Come here.”

Jimin hesitated, his heart pounding in his chest.

“Now, Jimin."

Taemin looked between them and gently nudged Jimin forward. "Go on," he whispered.

Reluctantly, Jimin got closer, his eyes glued to the ground.

"This man is a threat to us,” Jihoon said, calmly. “End him.”

Jimin’s breath hitched. “I-I can’t—”

Jihoon’s hand lashed out, striking him hard enough to send him stumbling. “You’re weak,” he snarled, stepping close to Jimin and speaking low in his ear. “Your mother’s made you soft.”

Jimin’s head snapped up and he ignored the harsh stinging sensation on his cheek. “Is that why you always send her away?” he asked, teeth gritted. “To keep her away from me?”

Jihoon froze, his face darkening. For a moment, Jimin thought he might strike him again. But instead, Jihoon looked right at Jimin and spoke, his voice icy. “She chooses to leave. Every time she walks out that door, it’s her choice. And it’s time you grew up and realised that.”

Jimin’s grip on the gun tightened, his knuckles white. He didn't look at the man before him but raised his arm, finger closing around the trigger. "You're right," Jimin said, voice low. "It is time I grew up."

The gunshot echoed through the warehouse, the sound ringing in Jimin’s ears long after the man’s body hit the floor.

Jihoon’s voice cut through the haze. “Finally.”

But Jimin didn’t hear him. All he could see was the blood, pooling and spreading across the cold concrete. All he could feel was the weight of his father’s shadow, pressing down on him, suffocating him.

Jihoon glanced at Han-Jae, his lip curling in irritation. “You deal with the other one.”

Han-Jae smiled thinly, his hand settling on Taemin’s shoulder. “Go on, son.”

Taemin hesitated, his youthful face pale under the dim light of the yard's lights. He glanced at Jimin, whose expression was frozen in a mix of horror and detachment, and then back at his father.

Han-Jae’s smile faded. “Do you want to disappoint me?”

The weight of that question hung heavy in the air, and Taemin swallowed hard, but slowly, he stepped forward.

The second detective, bloodied and trembling, began to plead incoherently, his words dissolving into a sob.

Jimin’s stomach churned violently. He couldn’t bear to watch as Taemin raised the gun with far steadier hands than his own, nor could he endure the suffocating tension of the warehouse any longer. His voice was hoarse as he muttered, “I’m going to the car.”

Jihoon turned his head slightly but didn’t object. “Fine. Go.”

The indifference in his father’s voice stung more than any reprimand. Jimin moved toward the exit, his legs unsteady but quickening with each step.

The sound of the gunshot rang out just as he stepped out of the container, the echo chasing him into the night.

The air outside was still warm despite it being well past midnight. Jimin usually loved late summer nights like this but not today. As he walked around the bend, he felt more hot, and the humidity worsened the thick, suffocating tension inside.

He made it only a few steps further before his stomach betrayed him. Rushing over towards a stack of crates, he retched violently. The contents of his dinner surged upwards and all Jimin could hope was that he was far away enough from his dad.

His throat burned, and his body trembled as he leaned a hand against the cold metal for support.

When the heaving subsided, the silence around him felt deafening. His mind was a storm of guilt and revulsion. He could still see the detective’s lifeless eyes in his mind, and worse, as he still held the gun now, he kept imagining his finger was still around the trigger.

“This is your life now,” his mother’s voice echoed in his head, her words a hollow comfort against the growing ache in his chest.

His throat tightened, and for a brief moment, he felt the urge to cry. But the tears didn’t come. They couldn’t — not here, not now. He took a deep breath, forcing air into his lungs until the sharpness of it dulled his emotions. He repeated the motion over and over, steadying himself, quieting the chaos within.

Jimin wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve and straightened up. His legs felt heavier than before as he trudged toward the car, but by the time he reached it, his breaths had evened out, and his face was expressionless once more.

Sliding into the back seat, he leaned his head against the window and the chill of the glass grounded him.

As he sat there in silence, the weight of his actions settled like stones in his chest, and he knew this wouldn't be the last time.

Present day

It takes you a while to come to your senses, your fuzzy mind drifting in and out of sleep, telling yourself that you’re dreaming every time your eyes half open to see the surroundings of a room which isn’t yours. Your head sinks back into the feather filled pillow, your breathing is slow and steady and you remain completely still as you wait to wake up in your own bed, in your own home.

But it doesn’t happen.

As you start to focus on the feeling of your chest rising and falling with each breath, your eyes flutter open fully and everything comes rushing back to you. Seojun lying helplessly on your kitchen floor, Minjun and the men flooding your kitchen, Dani and Siho dying to protect you. And Jimin.

The thought of it all hurts your head, and you push the thoughts down, focusing on something else for now. You have many questions and you’ll make sure to get answers, but right now, one thing you’re sure of, is that you’re safe.

Looking around the room you’re in, you faintly recognise the large wooden doors and particular coving style on the walls. You spent more than a few days running around the halls of this estate, hiding and playing in the rooms belonging to the boy you were once friends with — now the man who saved your life…

It hasn’t escaped you, that had Jimin and his men not walked in when they did, Minjun would’ve killed you after he got whatever information he needed from you.

You’ve never forgotten him, and now it seems like an odd sort of fate that you’ve ended up entangled in some kind of mess with him, thanks to Seojun.

There’s definitely something going on, because there must’ve been a reason why Seojun was in your house, why he spent those late evenings at the cafe just trying to have a conversation with you.

Looking next to you on the nightstand, you see your phone and purse, as well as a few of the other items you had in your pocket and your first thought is to call Yoongi. Whatever’s going on, you need to tell him and he might know something too.

There’s also a small bowl of fresh fruit on the nightstand and a bottle of water — a small reminder that you’re safe here.

As you reach for your phone, you feel a mild throbbing pain in your wrist. You almost forgot that Minjun cut you, but the wound is neatly bandaged now. Pushing the sheets back, you look down at your thigh to see it’s also been bandaged and you’re almost certain you’ll find stitches under there. You’re also wearing clothes that aren’t yours — a loose tee and baggy basketball shorts. You don’t remember anything since falling unconscious but you’re sure one of the housemaids must’ve dressed you.

Reaching for your phone again, you expect to see a call from your grandma since she normally calls you every morning, but your home screen shows no notifications except the many security camera notifications which you’re sure must show the events that took place at your home – you might be able to use it to identify a few of the men who were there, Yoongi certainly would be able to help you with that.

Unlocking your phone, you open up your contacts and scroll through to find Yoongi’s name. Just before you can press call, there’s a knock at the door. Pausing, you look up and a few seconds later, the handle turns slowly.

A slim man enters the room, dressed sharply head to toe in a suit… Your eyes widen, and suddenly, everything makes sense.

“Yoongi.”

He smiles, though somewhat apologetically.”Y/N.” Walking over to your bed, he doesn’t hesitate to pull up the chair that sits in front of the dressing table and bring it beside your bed. While your thoughts race, Yoongi sits quietly and waits.

He’s been working for Jimin, of course he has – his dad was close with yours and Jimin, and after your father’s death, his dad, Min Baek-hyun, stayed close with your grandparents and still resides close to your grandma in Namwon, while Yoongi stayed in Seoul. All these years, you’ve stayed close friends with Yoongi, not knowing he was so close with Jimin too – someone you once considered a best friend.

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” you ask finally.

“I didn’t want to complicate things,” he murmurs, looking up. As soon as you meet his gaze, you know what he means by that…

You still remember that night, a few months ago, when Yoongi asked you to take out the Cheong men at the warehouse holding the drugs. For the first time, you asked for something in return – for him to help you find who killed your dad. It was the fact that he looked away as soon as you said the words that told you he already knew.

“I need something in return.”

Yoongi lifted his head calmly. “Is everything okay?”

You nodded, placing the key down on the table. “Just, promise me you’ll do it first.”

At this, Yoongi’s expression changed to one of concern and he hesitated.

Meeting his gaze, you said his name. “Please.”

“Alright.” Yoongi shifted, keeping his eyes on you. “I promise.”

There was a moment of silence as you mulled the words over in your head. It had been on your mind for a while, something you’d been considering often for the last few months, since you passed what would’ve been your father’s fifty fifth birthday. Not a day had gone by that you didn't miss him, and you’d known since his death that the last place he was called to, wasn’t a timely coincidence. You may have only been 12 at the time of his death, but your father always taught you to be aware of everything, and you’d noticed the tension between him and his friends for months before that night. Even the fact that you hadn’t seen Jimin in years, and the way Jihoon always disregarded your presence – that is before your father limited their visits to your family home. He was trying to protect you from them.

“I want to know who killed my dad.”

The words felt strange on your tongue – though your dad’s murder wasn’t a secret to you, you didn’t often speak about it so forwardly, especially not to Yoongi.

Concern returned to the lines in his face, brows furrowing as he shook his head and reached for your hand. “I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

You moved your hand from the table before he could hold it. “You know.”

He paused, eyes flitting down to where your hand was. Releasing a slow sigh, he closed his eyes. “And I think you already know.”

The anger and frustration you’d been holding on to for years began to surface.“It was them, wasn’t it?”

Yoongi looked up. “Y/N–”

“Lee Han-jae? And Park Jihoon?”

Yoongi gave the smallest of nods, and your fist curled in your lap.

“Do you know why?”

“Y/N, please, don’t–”

“You promised, Yoongi.”

Meeting your gaze, Yoongi sighed. “Alright, I’ll tell you what you want to know.”

“Everything.”

So he did…

Na Doyun was a corrupt prosecutor who worked for the Lee’s, keeping them out of trouble as long as they paid her well enough. It was the perfect deal until some of the DA became suspicious of Doyun’s intentions and motivations, and she panicked, demanding more money, as well as a way for her to launder all the funds she was receiving.

The Lee’s had no choice but to comply since she had enough dirt on them to put them away for life, (as well as a supposed contingency plan that would expose them should they try anything to harm her), and so Han-jae developed a nightclub under his name and added Doyun as a majority shareholder, as well as a few others under his influence. It became one of the most popular nightclubs in all of Seoul and the perfect place for any illicit activity,

“The one that closed down months ago?” you asked, vaguely remembering. You were sure you'd followed more than a few unsuspecting victims of Yoongi’s from there on one of your errands for him..

“Yes. They have a few all over Seoul but none as big as that one. And you remember Taemin?”

“Lee’s son?”

“Yes.”

You barely saw Lee Taemin growing up. Though he was close in age to Jimin and you, his father had sent him to school in the United States. There were a few occasions where you were there together but unlike Jimin, he barely spared you more than a glance.

“Closing the club was intentional on their part. Han-jae wanted Taemin to replace it with something much bigger and better.”

“The Benitoite.”

Yoongi nodded. “A clever move on his part. The nightclub was becoming a hot spot and that was risky for them. After years of illegal trading, predatory lending and more, they had to find a way to get rid of any liabilities who used to frequent the club for their own gain, and with the Benitoite, they got the DA off their backs while attracting a whole new world, as well as another way to make their money clean again.” Looking up, Yoongi carried on. “Once that was done, Doyun had nothing left to hold over them.”

“They killed her?”

Another nod.

Your hand tightened around the fob. You couldn’t say you felt bad for the woman, she was corrupt after all and served men doing worse than herself, but it still didn’t make any of this easier to hear.

Yoongi sighed, his hand moving towards yours. “You okay?”

“Fine. Tell me.”

“When that nightclub before the Benitoite first opened, your dad wasn’t opposed to it so he never said anything. But, Jihoon or Han-jae weren’t just abiding by what Doyun wanted, they both saw an opportunity and wanted to run part of the nightclub as a secret brothel for invited guests only, those who would pay enough.”

Yoongi looked up apprehensively, but he saw your expression and continued.

“They knew anyone who knew of them, or had any kind of business with them, feared them, so they used that. If there was anyone who had done them wrong, or owed them money, they offered them a way out. Hundreds and millions worth of debt in exchange for years of service, and they didn’t care who it was.

“A mother, father, son, daughter, brother or sister. Any relation to the person who owed them was good enough and as you can imagine, none of the actual offenders offered themselves so it was all innocent family members being taken in. They would kidnap them and coerce them into working there doing whatever it was that needed to be done too. The whole thing was set up as a way for them to earn honest money to pay back whatever was owed.”

You looked up, repulsed. These are the men you once regarded as your uncles, seeing them as your dad’s friends you thought of them as family while growing up. It’s true that as you got older, you started to feel a certain way towards Jihoon because of how cold he was, especially with Jimin, but this was still beyond anything you would’ve expected of them.

“So that’s why they killed my dad?”

Yoongi shook his head. “Not exactly.” Pausing, he studied your expression for a few seconds before he leaned over the table to grasp your hand. After a gentle squeeze, he let go. “There was a lot happening around that time, I don’t know the details but the way Han-jae and Jihoon saw it, is that your dad became soft. When he first found out about the nightclub he was angry and threatened both of them.”

Your stomach curled.

“They wanted to appease him so they said they would reconsider.”

“But they didn’t.”

“No. And truthfully I don’t think your dad ever believed them anyway.”

It went quiet, the distant humming of car engines along a nearby busy road carried the sound of your thoughts as they ran endlessly.

Yoongi took another sip of his milk, watching you carefully. “Y/N,” he spoke softly. “I can tell you the rest another time.”

You looked across at home, taking a slow breath. You do feel like you’ve heard enough, but you need to know. “What more is there? They killed him after that, no?”

Traces of a grimace appeared on Yoongi’s face. “Not quite.” He paused, waiting.

Wordlessly, you nodded for him to continue.

“Did you know Han-jae was married twice?”

Nodding, you remembered his step-daughter, Jiyoung. She looked after you occasionally, but like Taemin, she wasn’t always there. “Yeah, his first wife passed away but Jiyoung was from her, right?”

“Not exactly, Jiyoung wasn’t Han-jae’s daughter.”

Now, this was news to you.

“And her mom wasn’t a huge fan of Han-jae, their marriage was arranged after her first husband died, and she had plenty of reasons to dislike the man and he felt the same, except she always threatened to expose him.”

The arranged marriage wasn’t a surprise to you, as it was common amongst many of your father’s affluent friends, including your own parents, but you hadn’t known that Han-jae’s first wife despised him.

“After she died, Jiyoung got older, she looked more like her mother, acted more like her, and Han-jae didn’t like her just as much as she didn’t like him, so… he saw an opportunity to get rid of her.”

Eyes widening, you asked, “The nightclub?”

Yoongi nodded, looking down. “But your dad saved her.”

Despite the warm evening breeze, you feel your skin go cold.

Yoongi continues. “He knew something was going on and he happened to be there the night she was being taken. He killed the men and took her away to a safe place, out of the country.”

And just like that, it all made sense. “So that’s why they killed him.”

Taking your hand again, Yoongi nodded silently. “It was a means to an end for them,” he murmured. “Han-jae and Jihoon had changed. They weren’t who your dad befriended and their morals and ambitions were far from the same.”

Yoongi’s words were said to comfort you, but they only fueled your anger… your dad’s closest friends, the men who he regarded as brothers, were the ones who killed him.

That conversation felt like a lifetime ago, and as you see Yoongi sitting in front of you now, you understand why he chose not to tell you, but you can’t help but feel a tiny bit betrayed.

“Still could’ve told me,” you mumble, looking away from him.

“Would it have made a difference to anything?” he asks, leaning forward with a playful smile.

Realising he’s right, you frown indignantly. “Might’ve stopped this,” you say, knowing it’s a weak point.

Yoongi’s expression darkens. Shaking his head slowly, he meets your gaze. “Nothing could’ve stopped this.”

Seojun is the first person that comes to your mind, and you feel your stomach coil.

Reaching to hold your leg over the covers, Yoongi says your name. “You need to tell me everything you know.”

Nodding, you push the mental image of Seojun out of your mind. “I don’t actually know much,” you start, “Seojun had been coming into the cafe around once a week and would talk to me, just small talk. He must’ve known who I was but I didn’t realise until the last time. He seemed worried about something and kept asking me about grandma, and when she called, he’d left and there was a note on the table.” Looking towards the night stand where your belongings are, you see the note you pocketed then, and the drive is there too. You take them both, handing the note to Yoongi. “This is what it said.”

Yoongi takes a few seconds to read the simple words, She’s the only family you have left. You should stay with her. Frowning, Yoongi lowers it to the bed. “He must’ve known, but I don’t know how.” Looking up, he asks, “you never told him anything about your grandma?”

“No,” you shake your head. “He just knew.” Thinking of this, you suddenly remember all those conversations you had with Seojun… he had a girlfriend. “Yoongi?” You meet his gaze with worried eyes. “He had a girlfriend.”

Yoongi’s expression softens, lips pursing. “Yeona. She knows. She lives here with us, she moved in with Seojun a year ago.”

Nodding your head slowly, you look away. You don’t bother asking how she’s doing, that would be a pointless question – you could tell how much Seojun loved her and from the stories he told you, you’re certain she loved him just as much, she must be heartbroken. The thought of it reminds you of the night your dad passed away… you’d never seen your mom in so much pain.

As your emotions begin to swirl heavily again, you look up at Yoongi. “Did he not say anything at all about what he’d been doing?”

Yoongi shakes his head. “We knew he was up to something, but Jimin told us to let him be.” Again, Yoongi’s expression looks pained.

“Why?”

“A few weeks back, Jimin had one of their clubs raided by the police on the same night they were receiving a weapons shipment and there’s since been a good few detectives on their case. Taemin’s uncle got some time in prison for it and even though he’s out, they still wanted to send a message to Jimin, a way to get back at him… so they killed Seojun’s mom.”

The words wound the knot in your stomach even tighter. “So Seojun wanted to get back at them?”

Nodding, Yoongi shakes his head. “Jimin warned him not to, he promised they’d work it out together and end things for once, but Seojun was angry. Once we figured out he was up to something, Jimin told us to leave him and once Seojun had a plan, we’d join in on it.” Releasing a shaky breath, Yoongi looks down. “We never got to find out what it was, and each week we’d see him less and less. Everyone here knows how to look after themselves, but now I wish we’d taken more care.”

Seojun was a friend to everyone here, Yoongi included, you realise. You know you ought to comfort him but you don’t think you know how. “I’m sorry, Yoongi,” you murmur.

He gives a small smile. “Finish telling me what happened.”

Sitting back into the cushions again, you recall the events from that night. “I left work as normal, came home and when I went upstairs, something felt off. So I went back down, and then I saw him in my kitchen, he was bleeding, barely conscious on the floor and I ran over to him. I tried to help him but he kept apologising, and then he gave me this.” Looking down, you hand the drive to Yoongi.

Confused, Yoongi turns it over in his hand. “Did he say what’s on it?”

“No,” you shake your head. “And it’s probably protected too since the Lee’s wanted it as well. But he told me to take it and find Jimin.” At this, Yoongi looks up and meets your gaze. “He kept saying he’d keep me safe and that I should leave him and go.”

“But you didn’t.”

“I couldn’t. He needed help, but it was too late. When I was about to get out, Minjun and some of his men came in. Seojun tried to help me but in the end…” you trail off, looking down. “In the end it was Minjun questioning me, asking me who I am. I lied, of course.” You finish telling Yoongi the rest of what happened, up until when Jimin and his men came in.

When you’re done, Yoongi is cursing under his breath. “Minjun was a fucking psychopath.”

“Yeah, he seems like it,.” You remember the way he laughed when Jimin was punching him.

“He has a brother, Kwan, he’s just as crazy, if not worse.”

The thought of it leaves you shuddering. Minjun was ruthless and you can’t imagine how much worse his brother is. You hope you never have to meet him, although luck hasn’t really been on your side recently.

“Hey,” Yoongi says quietly, moving from his seat to the bed. “You okay?”

“Mhm,” you nod.

He smiles softly. “Your wrist should be better in a few days, but your leg might take two or three weeks to heal well. I got you some crutches in case you wanna use them.”

“Thanks, I probably won’t use them though.”

“Yeah, I thought you’d say that.”

Smiling at him, you push the sheets back to look at your bound leg. “It’s not deep is it?”

Yoongi shakes his head. “You got lucky. Only an inch or so. Ah, also,” he looks up at you apologetically, “you’ll need to stay here for a while until your house gets fixed.”

“Oh.” You remember how the windows were smashed in as Minjun attacked, and you’re sure there’s more damage to the property that you’re not even aware of.

“Jimin is making all the arrangements,” Yoongi continues, “but he’s trying to keep things quiet so I don’t know exactly when things will be sorted.”

“He doesn’t have to, I can do it myself.”

“He wants to,” Yoongi responds. “He blames himself for what’s happened, so just let him please.” His words appear to carry more meaning, and you can’t imagine how he must feel after seeing Seojun dead. You still remember the look on his face when he saw the body.

“Why?”

“He blames himself for a lot of things,” Yoongi murmurs with a soft sigh. “This hasn’t helped.”

Even though it’s been years since you were close with Jimin, you still find yourself feeling a familiar twinge in your chest – ever since you’ve known him, Jimin has had to suffer so much hurt, you couldn’t even count on your hand the amount of times you saw him looking so defeated and terrified in front of his father. He seemed to prefer the company of Lee Han-jae over his own father, although you don’t know how much better Han-jae was as a father since his son, Taemin, was in America most of the time to study. All you know is how he treated Jiyoung.

Now, curiosity (or care) gets the better of you, and you ask, “What happened between them? Han-jae and Jihoon?”

Yoongi looks up, grimacing. “It started with money. Han-jae got greedy and wanted the Benitoite to be only his, but Jihoon insisted it belong to them both since the nightclub was half his effort, though he never really cared for the extra money, he just needed the front. Han-jae reluctantly agreed but it was clear he wasn’t happy.

“And then Jihoon found out that Han-jae planned on going behind his back and he got angry. Han-jae was drunk one night and started threatening Jihoon, which only made him more angry. But before he could do anything, Taemin stepped in and shot him.”

“Taemin?!” you ask, surprised..

Yoongi nods. “He knew of his dad's plan for the Benitoite and he wasn’t fond of Jihoon, so he did what he had to to protect his dad. But Jimin was there.” His expression darkens. “He watched his best friend shoot his dad, who was bleeding out in front of him. I’m so grateful we were with him that day…” He trails off, exhaling as he looks down.

He doesn’t need to say anymore for you to know what he means – Taemin was going to have Jimin killed too.

Your head lowers too. You don’t allow your thoughts to wonder what would’ve happened if Jimin had been alone, you’re just glad he got out. Though you can’t imagine what he must’ve felt given his relationship with Jihoon.

“Did he get to have a funeral for his dad?”

“Yeah,’ Yoongi answers. “Han-jae had just lost another one of his friends and the blood was on his hands, so he sent the body back to Jimin and tried to make amends, but Jimin wasn’t having it. He was already against everything they were doing and now that his dad had gone and he’d lost Taemin as a friend, he had no reason to keep ties with them.”

Leaning back into the cushions, you mull over everything he’s just said. For years, you stayed away from these families who were such a big part of your life growing up, and now you learn that they’ve fallen apart as well.

After a moment, Yoongi speaks again. “I was surprised when they brought you in.” You look up at him as he continues. “I thought he might’ve recognised you, but he said nothing.”

“Do you think he does?” you ask, remembering the look on his face when he first saw you. “But he’s just not saying it?”

Yoongi shrugs. “Might be. If he does remember you though, he’ll say something.”

“Are you going to tell them?” you ask, looking at him.

“Only if you want me to.”

After a few quiet seconds, you shake your head. “At least not yet.”

Yoongi nods and it goes quiet again. You close your eyes, leaning against the headboard as you think back on everything that’s happened, and then it comes to you.

“Dani and Siho,” you say, opening your eyes again as a heavy weight settles on your chest. “Did you get them out?”

Solemnly, Yoongi nods. “I sent them back to their families and have offered to make all the necessary arrangements for anything else they need.”

“Thank you,” you murmur. “Let me know what they say, I’ll sort it out for them..”

Yoongi nods again, pursing his lips as this time he reaches forward to take your hand and comfort you. “They knew the risks, Y/N, better than anyone else.”

“I know,” you sigh. “But it’s different, they were there because of me.”

“Yeah, but they made that choice, they wanted to fight for you,” Yoongi says, shifting on the bed. When you look at him, he winces slightly. “Sorry if this isn’t helping, you know I’m shit at comforting people.”

You smile. “I know.”

“Hey, you’re not any better though,” he says defensively, “you didn’t even hug me properly when my mom passed away.”

“What?” you chuckle. “I tried to, but I know you don’t like hugs.”

Yoongi shrugs. “Not normally, but then I would've liked it.”

“Oh…” Now you feel bad. “Really?”

He nods, only looking up at you when you fail to respond. Seeing your face, he smiles. “It’s okay though, I got lots of hugs from the guys here.”

Scoffing, you absentmindedly pull the covers over your legs again, feeling cold from the aircon. “Yeah, you’re telling me Park Jimin was giving out hugs?” It comes out sarcastically and without much thought.

“Yes, actually,” Yoongi answers simply.

Pausing, you realise what you said and his response. You don’t know why you feel surprised when the Jimin you knew was nothing but caring and considerate towards others, oftentimes more than he was towards himself.

As though he can read your mind, Yoongi smiles. “Surprised?”

“Kind of.”

“You knew him though,” he says, as though that makes it so obvious.

“Knew,” you repeat. “I didn’t expect him to still be the same.”

Yoongi hums in agreement. “I wouldn’t say he’s changed, but I wouldn't exactly say he’s the same either…” looking up, he smiles again. “I guess you’ll get to see for yourself now.”

“I guess so,” you say, reaching for an apple from the bowl beside you. Seeing Jimin again has been weird, but you can’t ignore the part of you that is ready to welcome a part of your old life back, someone familiar, someone you liked very much. Like Yoongi said though, you’ll get to see for yourself if he’s anything like you remember him. Although you were both younger then, you don’t think he would’ve changed much from what Yoongi has told you so far.

“D’you want something a bit more filling than that?” Yoongi asks, nodding to the apple you’ve just bitten into. “Dinner is just about to be served so you can come down to eat or I can bring it up for you?”

“Oh, yeah, actually,” you answer, hearing your stomach growl after receiving a tiny morsel of food. “I am quite hungry, so I think I'll come down.”

“Sure,” Yoongi chuckles, “you must be hungry, you’ve been sleeping for almost three days.”

You look up at him with wide eyes. “Three days?!” When he nods, you immediately reach for your phone. “I need to call Moni, she’s probably wo–”

“I already have,” Yoongi says, interrupting you quietly.

Fingers freezing over her name, you look up at Yoongi. “What?”

“I already called her.”

A frown settles on your face. “What did you say?”

Yoongi has always been aware of your wish to keep everything hidden from your grandma, so he hesitates now, knowing this would be your response when he told you he called her. “Everything, but Y/N, she needed to know.”

“That wasn’t your decision to make.”

“I know,” Yoongi sighs. “Sorry.”

For a moment, it goes quiet and you lower your phone to the covers. Yoongi is right, she did need to know about this, and it’s not like she’s a stranger to this kind of stuff. Besides, what happened wasn’t related to any of the stuff you’ve been doing for Yoongi, which is what you always wanted to keep from her, and what’s happening now does seem to involve you, and therefore her.

“Sorry,” you say. “You’re right, I just didn’t…” you sigh, trailing off as you think about how worried she must be. Your grandma is a strong woman and you’re everything to her, just as she has been yours.

“I know,” Yoongi says, understanding what you mean without you saying it; he knows your grandma well enough too.

“What did she say?”

“First, she just wanted to know if you were safe,” Yoongi answers. “After that, she didn’t say much except that she’ll come as soon as she can.”

You nod. Knowing she’s coming brings a smile to your face, you’ve missed her a lot. Before you can respond, your stomach growls again.

“Come on,” Yoongi says smiling, getting up and pushing the covers back, “let’s get you some food.”

“You still remember it?” Yoongi asks, a tone of surprise in his voice.

Taking another step, you shrug. “I wasn’t that little when I was last here, I must’ve been, what, eleven? Twelve?”

“Hm, Yoongi hums. “Still impressive.” He keeps a hand hovering around you should you need him, but you’re doing just fine, walking slowly down the hall you recognise as being the third floor.

The Park Estate isn’t much different from what you remember. The estate sprawled across acres, is a masterfully designed blend of elegance and practicality. The entrance opens to a grand foyer, splitting into two distinct wings. The East Wing houses the biggest office which used to belong to Jihoon, and now you assume it would be Jimin’s. It’s flanked by a suite of offices, all of which are bathed in polished woods and leather tones, belonging to his closest men. The West Wing, larger and more personal, feels more like a home. It rises three floors (taking the space above the East Wing) to accommodate the family’s quarter’s on the top most floor, a lounge and other rooms on the second, and downstairs is a dining room, a sleek kitchen caters to formal gatherings and another lounge.

Yoongi points out his room as you pass it, as well as naming some of the other guys whose names you try to pay attention to as you ignore the mild pain that spreads through your leg.

As you approach the stairwell, you notice another dimly lit corridor leading off the main hallway. You can’t see anything down the corridor as you pass, only a wall with light coming from the left and you assume it continues on.

“Jimin’s room is down there,” he says, answering your unspoken question.

“Ah,” you nod, carrying on. It makes sense for his room to be separate from the rest.

The second floor has a few extra guest bedrooms which are rarely used, and a private lounge which is different to what you remember, with a huge balcony that overlooks the gardens and the furniture has changed from mostly dark colours to a much warmer colour palette.

Downstairs, the split between the East Wing, and the West Wing is much more noticeable. The entrance to the West Wing from the grand foyer is always guarded and behind is a much more private hallway with more guards at the end for extra security, and the only way to go upstairs is from the two staircases within the West Wing. The staircase you’re approaching now takes you downstairs where the kitchen is.

As you approach the stairwell, you freeze, your eyes landing on a painting hung up on the wall at the far end of the hall. Yoongi says your name as you begin to walk towards it, but you don’t respond as an old memory suddenly returns to your mind, from the night your father was murdered.

“Lightning… is it a storm?” you asked, standing next to your dad in front of the easel.

“Yes,” he said, ruffling your hair with his elbow as his hands were smudged with paint.

“What does it mean?”

“Sometimes it can mean power,” he answered, turning back to the canvas in front of him. “But sometimes it can also mean punishment.”

You looked up, frowning.

He smiled. “Sometimes, too much power isn’t a good thing. If you’re not a good person, then it can be dangerous.”

“Oh…” You looked back at the canvas, admiring the deep shades of blue and black and grey he’d used to paint the night sky. In the centre, a spear of light struck the violent waves of the sea below. “Who is it for?” you asked.

Your dad’s smile disappeared as he looked back at the canvas. “An old friend.”

The painting is just as vivid as you remember, and seeing it now brings tears to your eyes as you feel a bout of nostalgia.

“My dad painted this,” you say quietly as Yoongi joins you in front of the huge canvas.

He doesn’t say anything, but instead looks up at the painting, admiring it in its entirety as though he’s never seen it before. “It’s beautiful.”

Nodding, you blink a few times to get rid of the stinging sensation in your eyes.. You realise now that Park Jihoon was the old friend your dad mentioned; realising he called him an ‘old friend’, you know your father must’ve known in those months leading up to his death that he couldn’t trust Han-jae and Jihoon.

Just then, Yoongi’s phone vibrates in his pocket. Reading a text, he quickly excuses himself. “Come down if you can, or I’ll ask someone to come up,” he calls out as he’s already walking off towards the stairwell.

“Okay,” you answer absentmindedly, still looking at the painting.

It’s not often you allow yourself to dwell on the past, but it’s also not often that you find yourself face to face with things that remind you so much of the past. There’s a reason your grandma decided to leave Seoul all those years ago and it’s a decision you agreed with. Even when you moved back to Seoul, you knew you couldn’t return to your old home, not when all you had there was fond memories of a life that was so unfamiliar to you now. But now, standing in front of your father’s own hand painted work, a flood of memories return and you find it harder to fight the lump that settles stubbornly in your throat.

You don’t realise you’re standing there for long until you hear someone approaching behind you. Turning around, you recognise the man approaching you as one of the ones who were with Jimin that night at your home. He smiles as he comes to a stop beside you.

“Admiring the art?” he asks.

“Mhm,” you hum, still watching his face – you didn’t realise then but now you see just how handsome he is, you feel like you can’t stop staring.

He chuckles, glancing at the painting. “You know I was talking about the painting, not me?”

Shaking out of your daze, you smile. “Yes, sorry. I just recognised you from the other night.”

“Ah, yeah, sorry we had to meet in such a way,” he nods, still smiling. “I’m Seokjin, but call me Jin.” He extends his hand which you shake.

“Y/N, and it’s okay, not your fault.”

“How’s the wrist?” he asks, pointing to your wrist.

“Oh, it’s okay,” you answer, lifting your arm for him to see. You can still move your fingers fine, just the occasional stretch or twist of your wrist hurts.

“Good. And the leg?”

“It’s mostly fine,” you nod.

He smiles again. “That’s good. Your wrist will heal fast, the leg might take a few weeks but it’s looking good so far. I didn’t expect you to be up so soon though,” he adds, raising a brow as though impressed.

You shrug.

“I take it this isn’t your first time getting hurt like this?” Seokjin says casually.

“What makes you think that?”

“You didn’t flinch that night, when we all aimed our guns at you. And the way you handled your own gun…” he shakes his head, smiling. “It definitely wasn’t your first time, and no normal person would point their gun at a mafioso at that.”

Chuckling, you turn back towards the painting again. “I guess I like getting shot at.”

“Just like everyone else here,” he laughs. “Well, you must be hungry, Yoongi asked me to walk down with you.”

“Sure,” you nod, turning away from the painting. You can return to it later. “So what about you?” you ask Seokjin as you approach the stairwell.

He watches carefully as you descend the first few steps. “What about me?”

“This definitely isn’t your first time stitching someone up,” you remark.

“Ah,” he nods. “Definitely not.”

You have to pause, reaching out for the banister to continue on. “So you’re a doctor?”

He snorts, stepping along beside you. “No, but I should be. I’ve done this kind of stuff enough times.”

Smiling, you know his statement is true enough. Injuries like yours must be a regular occurrence in the Park household. Stepping onto the landing, you take a breather and sit on the bottom step for a moment before you continue on. At the same time, you hear hurried footsteps running towards you and Seokjin.

“Jin hyung!” A bubbly voice sounds from down the corridor. You look towards the source and see two men who you recognise from that night – the man bun guy and the slender brown haired one behind him. They can’t see you sitting on the bottom step but as they get closer, Jin nods in your direction, turning their attention to you.

They both smile warmly when they see you, bowing their heads.

“Oh, miss L/N,” the first one comes forward, extending a hand. “I’m Jungkook, nice to meet you.” He has an adorable bunny smile and you can’t help but return it with one of your own.

“Nice to meet you Jungkook,” you reply, shaking his hand. “And you can call me Y/N.”

“Y/N, got it,” he nods, taking a step back so his other friend can greet you properly.

“Hi, Y/N, I’m Hoseok, Hobi for short,” he grins, shaking your hand.

“Hey.” You return his handshake, feeling slightly taken aback by how relaxed these guys are compared to their stoic looks from when you first saw them. Jungkook looks like a bunny rabbit in human form, and Hoseok beams like a ray of sunshine.

“How are you feeling?” Hoseok asks, motioning towards your leg.

“Um, it’s okay,” you smile. “I can still walk at least.”

He smiles with you, helping you as you start to get up. “Will you be joining us for dinner?”

You hum in response, allowing Seokjin to continue walking beside you as Jungkook walks ahead, leading you to the extensive lounge.

Distractedly, you look around the familiar room. The coffee table you’re sitting at is still the same as it was when you used to have extra helpings of dessert with Jimin, secretly given to you by the housemaid who had a soft spot for Jimin. Being here reminds you so much of your father too, and knowing how much of a huge part of his life this family was makes you miss him dearly.

Before any of the guys notice you’re not tuned into the conversation, you return your attention to what they’re saying. It hasn’t escaped you that none of them have said anything about your identity, and you reckon it must be because Jimin hasn’t recognised you – if he did, surely he would’ve told these guys since they were there too. You’re not sure if they know anything at all about you – perhaps you should’ve asked Yoongi about that before you came down.

Whether they know anything or not though, they keep the conversation away from anything that would involve you from sharing too much, and you realise now, how their warm smiles and easy conversation is a stark contrast to the tense memory you have of first meeting them the other day. However, there’s some missing.

“Are there more of you?”

Jin, in the middle of swallowing a big sip of water, nods and hums.

Hoseok answers for him. “There’s Yoongi, who you saw already, and Taehyung, Namjoon and Jimin.”

“They were there the other day,” Jungkook says, his tone dimming slightly.

“Namjoon and Taehyung will be joining us,” Jin adds, ignoring the last comment and keeping up his chipper attitude. “We always eat together whenever we can and they’re about somewhere.”

It doesn’t escape you that he didn’t mention Jimin’s name though.

“Taehyung is probably in the wine cellar,” Hoseok says.

“Ah, yes, Taehyung loves to pick out the wine for dinner.”

Jungkook snorts. “He thinks he’s a sommelier.”

You smile. “Well, does he make a good choice?”

“I can never tell,” Jungkook shrugs.

Hoseok jerks a thumb in his direction. “He’s not matured enough.”

“Hey!” Jungkook starts, but is interrupted by Jin, glancing toward the doorway.

“Ah, speak of the devil!”

You look up and see two more men entering. One has dark curls and sharp features, his posture relaxed but his gaze calculating as it sweeps over the room. The other one has dark grey hair and broad shoulders, wearing glasses that give him a sophisticated air. You recognise both of them from the other day.

“Yoongi said you’d come down,” the man with dark curls remarks as he approaches. His tone is calm, and a slight smile plays on his lips. “I’m Taehyung. Nice to meet you, Y/N.”

“Hi, Taehyung,” you reply, shaking his hand. His grip is firm but not overbearing. He’s undeniably striking, and there’s something about his presence that feels both inviting and enigmatic.

The broad man steps closer, adjusting his glasses as he nods at you. “I’m Namjoon. I handle most of the boring work around here.” His smile is disarming, and his voice carries a hint of dry humour. “Finances, logistics, making sure this place doesn’t fall apart.”

“Nice to meet you, Namjoon,” you say, shaking his hand. His words make you curious about just how much he handles behind the scenes.

Namjoon takes a seat in the armchair across from you and sinks into it comfortably. “How are you? I imagine this isn’t how you thought your day would go.”

You smile wryly, keeping your responses guarded. “Not exactly, no.”

Taehyung sits down next to Jungkook and returns his attention to you immediately. “Yeah, you put up quite the fight. Most people would’ve frozen in your position.”

“Not the first time I’ve had to defend myself,” you reply simply, not offering much else.

There’s a beat of silence as they all exchange glances, clearly intrigued but not pressing further. You appreciate the lack of prying.

“So,” Hoseok pipes up with an ever-cheerful tone. “Yoongi mentioned you might like spicy food. We had the chef prepare something special just in case.”

“Spicy works for me,” you say, grateful for the change in subject.

Jungkook claps his hands together. “Great! That makes two of us. The food here is amazing – you’ll love it.”

As the conversation shifts to lighter topics, you glance around the room again. The faces around the table are new, but the setting is steeped in nostalgia. Flashes of your childhood in this house flit through your mind – running down these halls, playing games late into the night, and the quiet presence of your father when he was here.

You force yourself to focus, tuning back into the conversation just as Seokjin asks, “So, Y/N, what’s your impression of the estate so far?”

“It’s... different,” you reply honestly, but keep your tone light. “Bigger than I remember.”

Seokjin tilts his head. “You’ve been here before?”

You curse yourself for slipping up but recover quickly. “Not this one exactly. Just a similar setup.”

Namjoon raises a brow but doesn’t say anything else, and you’re thankful for the reprieve.

The door from the far end of the room opens, and an older woman with an apron tied around her waist steps in, carrying a pitcher of water. Her hair is neatly pinned back, and her face is composed but kind. You immediately recognize her – Ara, one of the housemaids from your childhood.

Your eyes meet for a brief moment, and something flickers in her expression. She knows who you are. You’re certain of it. But to your surprise, she doesn’t say a word. Instead, she places the pitcher on the coffee table and begins pouring water into the glasses.

“Thanks, Ara,” Jungkook says warmly, and she nods with a small smile.

When she reaches you, she hesitates ever so slightly before pouring the water, her gaze lingering on you. You hold her gaze for a beat, searching her face for any sign that she might say something, but she doesn’t. Instead, she finishes and steps back, her expression carefully neutral.

“If you need anything, let me know,” Ara says softly, glancing at the rest of the table before leaving the room.

Namjoon watches her leave, then turns back to you with a faint smile. “She’s been here for a long time. Reliable, like everyone else here.”

You nod, trying to mask the unease and nostalgia that her presence has stirred up.

On the opposite side of the room, Yoongi comes in from the corridor you came through. With a smile at you, he then nods at everyone. “Dinner’s ready. Let’s eat before Jungkook inhales the entire table.”

Jungkook laughs, not bothering to deny the accusation. Everyone rises from their seats, and Yoongi gestures for you to follow them to the adjoining dining room.

"Taeheyung, did you choose a bottle for dinner then?" Hoseok asks.

"Of course. It’s spicy food so I brought up a Riesling."

"Nice one," Yoongi murmurs in approval.

"I want a beer," Jungkook says, with no regards to Taehyung's expression.

"More for us then."

As you walk, Namjoon falls into step beside you. “You’ll find this place can be both a refuge and a maze,” he says softly. “It’s easy to get lost, but it has its charms.”

You glance at him, wondering if there’s a deeper meaning to his words. “I’ll try not to get lost, then.”

He smiles faintly. “If you do, just call out. Someone will find you.”

Returning the smile, you find that any uneasiness you'd been feeling, begins to dissipate. It’s clear these men, while different in personality, share a bond that goes beyond mere loyalty to Jimin. You can see why they’ve been by his side for so long – they feel like a family in their own right.

Once everyone is seated at the table, conversation flows more freely and the atmosphere is surprisingly warm. Jin sits at one end of the table, serving himself a generous helping of the roasted chicken and rice dish.

“Jin-hyung, don’t hog all the drumsticks,” Jungkook whines as he watches Jin’s plate pile up.

“Then grab faster,” Jin quips with a smirk, not slowing his pace.

Taehyung leans back with an amused grin, observing the chaos. “I’m telling you, Jungkook, he does this every time. You should know better by now.”

“Should I?” Jungkook huffs dramatically. “Maybe next time I’ll just take the whole plate first.”

“Do it, and I’ll poison your portion,” Jin deadpans, but with a twinkle in his eye.

Hoseok chuckles as he passes you the salad bowl. “Don’t worry, Y/N. They act like this every meal. You get used to it.”

You smile faintly, watching them banter. It’s strange to see these men, who just days ago were all sharp glares and deadly precision, behaving like siblings teasing each other.

“Y/N,” Taehyung’s deep voice pulls you out of your thoughts. “Do you always eat so quietly? Or are you just plotting something?”

You blink at him, caught off guard. His face is serious, but his lips twitch with suppressed amusement.

“Maybe I’m just afraid to get between Jin and his drumsticks,” you reply lightly.

Laughter ripples around the table, and Taehyung raises his glass in salute. “Smart answer.”

Jungkook grins at you between bites of food. “Yeah, but next time, you should at least try to grab a piece before Jin wipes out the whole plate.”

“I heard that,” Jin retorts, mock-offended. “I’m ensuring quality control.”

“You’re ensuring there’s nothing left for the rest of us,” Hoseok counters, sipping his water.

As the banter continues, you allow yourself to relax a little. It’s a stark contrast to what you expected when you first woke up in the Park estate.

“By the way, hyung,” Namjoon says, turning to Jin. “Have you checked the medical inventory reports? They were due yesterday.”

“Oh, are we doing shop talk at the table now?” Jin sighs dramatically. “Can’t a guy just eat in peace?”

“It’s your own fault for procrastinating,” Namjoon replies smoothly, adjusting his glasses.

“Don’t drag me into your world of schedules,” Jin retorts. “I’m a free spirit.”

“You’re just lazy,” Jungkook interjects, earning a flick of a bread roll from Jin.

“Enough guys,” Hoseok says, raising his hands in mock exasperation.

Namjoon’s phone buzzes on the table, followed immediately by Hoseok’s. They both glance at their screens, and their smiles fade slightly. Exchanging a look, they nod in unison before standing up.

“Sorry, something’s come up,” Namjoon says, sliding his phone into his pocket. “We’ll catch up later.”

“Don’t eat all the dessert without us,” Hoseok adds with a wink as they head out.

“Like we’d wait for you,” Jin calls after them before turning his attention back to the table.

“Do they always leave like that?” you ask, genuinely curious.

“Pretty much,” Taehyung replies, leaning back in his chair. “They’ve got the busiest jobs out of all of us. It’s a miracle they even sit down for meals sometimes.”

“Or they just like to be mysterious,” Jin adds, rolling his eyes. “Half the time, it’s probably nothing.”

You smile, but you feel the weight behind it all. These men might act carefree, but there’s no denying the underlying layers to their lives.

After a while, another two housemaids quietly enter to clear some of the empty dishes.

“You okay?” Taehyung asks, drawing your attention back to the table. “You’ve been pretty quiet.”

You nod, brushing it off. “Just tired, I guess.”

“Understandable,” Jin says, rising from his seat. “You should rest. Recovering from an injury takes time.”

The others murmur in agreement as they begin to disperse, leaving you with a mix of gratitude and uncertainty. The warmth of their camaraderie is undeniable, but beneath it all, you can’t shake the feeling of what’s happened, and what is undoubtedly yet to come.

Only Yoongi remains at the table. He sits across from you and smiles. “It’s bringing back memories, huh?” He asks, seeing right through you.

“Yep.” You look around. “Loads. I don’t know how this might sound, but it feels like I missed it.” You look across at Yoongi, expecting to see a puzzled expression but he just smiles.

“I think it’s normal. You were young when you came here and I don’t think you have many bad memories associated with the place. Only good ones, right?”

He’s right. Back then, coming here usually meant evenings filled with laughter, hiding in closets with Jimin, and Jiyoung’s occasional teasing if she was here. Your dad was still alive, and this house, in a strange way, felt like an extension of home. Now, it’s like walking through a memory you can’t decide if you’re grateful for or aching to forget.

You smile softly at Yoongi and nod, letting the silence stretch as you stand. He doesn’t press you further, only watching as you cross the room to the wide, cushioned window seat at the far end. The large pane of glass offered a view of the front of the house. Settling into the seat, you lean against the frame, your gaze drifting outward.

Outside, the estate is alive with movement. Men are stationed around the house, their presence a constant reminder of the life you’re now steeped in. From the East Wing, you spot four men climbing into a sleek black Escalade. Then your attention shifts to the house’s front steps, where Namjoon and Hoseok emerge, walking with purpose.

Behind them, another figure appears and you recognise him instantly.

Jimin, dressed sharply from head to toe, walks across the front drive. He pauses briefly in front of his Porsche, glancing back toward Hoseok, who says something you couldn’t hear. A moment later, Hoseok and Jin climb into the car, and Jimin gets into the driver’s seat. The engine roars softly to life, and within moments, his Porsche is gliding down the private lane, the Escalade following closely behind.

Your gaze lingers on the lane until the cars disappear into the distance. Though you can’t see the estate’s gate from here, you can picture it clearly in your mind – a familiar marker from years ago.

“Where are they going?” you ask without turning, your voice quiet but curious.

“Something’s wrong with one of the shipments we received from the Takahashis. They’ve been a bit of a pain these past few months. Jimin reckons they’re now involved with the Lees and are trying to keep us distracted.”

You hum in response, saying nothing more, but your eyes stay fixed on the far-off trees that bordered the estate. Centred in front of the west wing, a fountain catches your attention, its centrepiece intricate and elegant. It reminds you of the one in Jimin’s mother’s garden and absently, you wonder if that fountain was still there.

As you shift, a sharp pang shoots through your leg, where the knife wound throbs dully. Your wrist isn’t much better, but the pain in your leg is what makes you wince audibly.

Yoongi notices immediately, his gaze darting toward you. “I think you’re due for your meds again.”

You exhale softly, nodding. “Yeah, I think so.”

“You wanna stay here or go back up?”

You push yourself to stand, biting back a groan as the strain makes your voice tight. “Mm, I know I slept for days, but I’m actually still exhausted.”

Yoongi chuckles, rising to help steady you. “That’s to be expected. Don’t worry.” He gestures toward the far end of the room. “We’ll go up, but this time we’re taking the lift.”

You can’t help but smile faintly at his consideration. “Appreciate that,” you murmur as he slides a steadying arm under yours.

The dim light of the ensuite glows behind you as you step into the bedroom, a towel draped over your head. You had just woken up after another long nap, your internal clock utterly thrown off by the days of rest. It's late now, just past midnight and the night is quiet, broken only by the faint rustle of fabric and the soft padding of your feet on the carpet.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, you absentmindedly rub the towel through your damp hair.

Your gaze drifts to the shelves by the dresser table, now stocked with an array of skin and hair care products. A small smile tugs at your lips as you stand to examine them, fingers lightly trailing over the meticulously arranged items. Appreciatively, you sit and carry out a full skin and hair care routine – after three days without it, you definitely need it. You wonder if it was Ara who must have put them here. You're certain she recognised you at dinner and when you think about it now, you think it would be nice to speak with someone familiar.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the buzz of your phone on the bed. Turning, you see the screen light up with an incoming FaceTime call. The name on the screen sends a swell of emotion through you.

“Moni?” you answer, settling back on the bed as your grandmother’s face appeared.

The sight of her brings a pang of guilt and relief all at once. Her tired eyes search your face and you can tell she must have been worrying nonstop. “Y/N,” she says softly, her voice warm. “How are you?”

“I’m fine,” you reassure her quickly, though your heart aches knowing she must have been so anxious. “Really.”

She gives you a sharp look, the kind only she can manage, and her tone turns brisk. “Good. Stay safe there, you hear me? We're figuring out what's going on and Yoongi will tell you more when he can."

You nod, knowing better than to argue. Her expression softened just a little as she continued. “Tell me about Jimin.”

“He hasn’t said anything.”

“About recognizing you?” she asks, her brow lifting slightly.

You nod. “Nothing.”

She sighs, a mixture of fondness and exasperation crossing her features. “I don’t imagine he would. But I have no doubt he does. You haven’t changed much. He, however... he’s different.”

Her words hang in the air, and you find yourself looking up, your thoughts turning to Jimin.

“Life hasn’t been kind to him,” she continues, her voice tinged with melancholy. “When I last saw him, I didn’t see the same little boy I knew.”

A bittersweet smile crosses your lips. “Life hasn’t been kind to any of us.”

Your grandmother purses her lips, acknowledging the truth of your words. “Do you remember his father?”

“Of course I do,” you say without hesitation. “It’s hard to forget a man as cold as him.”

“And Mr. Lee?” she asks, her tone cautious.

You nod, already anticipating where this was headed. “I know, Moni,” you say quietly, cutting her off.

She looks up at you, her expression briefly surprised, but it fades just as quickly. "Of course, I should have expected you would piece it together."

“I know it was them,” you say, the words tasting bitter on your tongue. “They did it. They killed Dad.”

She lets out a slow breath, her gaze steady on yours. “They were his best friends,” she says softly. “And then, all of a sudden…” She trails off.

You nod. You can only imagine that the sting of betrayal is still fresh even after all these years. Your grandmother's gaze remains on you, sharp and searching. “You’re there now, though… so, do you trust Jimin?”

You pause, memories of the night at your house flashing through your mind -- seeing Jimin in your kitchen with your gun aimed at him and he didn't retaliate in the slightest.

“I didn’t, at first,” you admit. “But I think I do. Besides, I trust Yoongi, and Yoongi trusts him."

She exhales slowly, relief evident on her face and a small smilw touches her lips. “You’re safe there, Y/N.”

You tilt your head slightly, meeting her gaze. “You trust Jimin?”

“I do,” she says without hesitation. “I trust him with you, and you’re my everything.”

The words wrap around your heart, and you wish you could reach through the screen to hug her. Instead, you nod and smile.

“You need to rest,” she instructs, her tone turning firm again. “I’ll call you later. Baek-hyun and I might come to see you. I think he wanted to see Yoongi too.”

Your lips quirk up at the thought. “That would be nice.”

"Good," she nods, and you eventually exchange goodbyes.

As the screen goes dark, you set the phone down, feeling a renewed sense of comfort. The thought of her visiting makes you smile softly as you sit in the quiet of the room.

Still restless though, you wander to the window, gazing out at the sprawling grounds bathed in the moonlight. You spot three men stationed at the back of the house, conversing together as they keep watch. The gardens stretch endlessly, just as you remembered. You can’t see the part of the grounds where Jimin’s mother’s garden would have been as it's hidden beyond the trees, but it would be nice to visit it tomorrow when the light returned.

As you shift, you feel your leg still aches, but it's different this time, more like the dull stiffness of inactivity than pain. Restless energy courses through you, and you decide a walk would do you good. The house is big enough and you need to keep your legs moving.

Stepping out of your room, you close the door quietly behind yourself and hear the faint hum of distant voices and sounds that tells you that not everyone is asleep yet.

As you move through the corridors, memories of Jimin filtered into your mind -- moments you hadn’t thought of in years now rising to the surface with startling clarity and they give you a strange sense of familiarity.

Eventually, your wandering brings you to your dad's painting again. You stop in front of it, the vivid strokes of lightning and sea send a wave of nostalgia over you, gratitude mingling with sadness. You remember you have a few of your father's paintings hanging up at home too and you make a mental note to ensure they're safely retrieved.

“Can’t you sleep, little bear?”

The voice, familiar and gentle, pulls you from your reverie. You turn to see Jimin standing a few feet away.

Dressed casually now, his white shirt unbuttoned at the top and his sleeves rolled up, he looks markedly different from the composed figure you saw earlier. There’s a softness to him now, something that reminds you of the boy you once knew. His smile, small and tentative, feels as though it might disappear if the silence breaks too loudly.

You smile back, and the corners of his lips lift a little more.

Realising what he just said, his words stop you short – it’s the name of the book you gave to him the first time you met him, so many years ago.

Jimin steps closer, the lamp’s dim light casting soft shadows on his features. As he nears, the subtle scent of his cologne reaches you – a delicate blend of cedarwood and something faintly sweet, familiar yet grounding. It lingers in the air between you, quietly drawing your attention to his presence. Despite the weariness evident in his eyes, there’s a steadiness about him, a calmness that feels both reassuring and disarming.

“Y/N,” he says, your name leaving his lips quietly, as though testing how it feels after all these years. “Did you think I wouldn’t recognise you?”

“I wasn’t counting on it,” you admit, your voice soft. “I’m surprised you remember the book.”

Jimin’s smile grows, faint but genuine. “How could I not? I never got to thank you for it properly.”

“Thank me?” you ask, tilting your head slightly.

He nods, shifting as if the memory is a tender one. “It was a comfort to me for a long time. I wasn’t allowed picture books of my own, so… thank you.”

You remember then how he once told you about his father’s strict rules. A cold man, his father likely saw no value in picture books – if they didn’t teach something useful, they weren’t worth having.

“You’re welcome,” you say softly.

Jimin’s gaze lingers on your face, and you feel a warmth creeping into your cheeks. Turning back to the painting, you focus on the familiar strokes of your father’s work.

“He was talented,” Jimin says quietly, standing beside you.

You smile faintly. “He was.”

After a moment, he adds, “I can have it moved to your room, if you like.”

You shake your head. “No, no. It’s okay. This is where it belongs.”

Jimin laughs softly, the sound low and soothing. “It’s actually covering up a stain we couldn’t remove. You might remember it since it was you who put it there.”

“Me?” you ask, eyebrows rising in surprise as you look at him.

He nods, a playful glint in his eyes. “Yep. One of the nights our fathers were away, and you had to stay over. Jiyoung was babysitting us, and we were painting. When it was time for bed, you didn’t want to sleep, so you ran away from her – with all the paints.”

As he speaks, the memory surfaces, vivid and sheepishly embarrassing. “Oh gosh, I remember. I tripped, and the paint went everywhere.”

Jimin smiles wider now, clearly suppressing a laugh. “We tried to paint over it a few times, but the colours were too bright. Eventually, my dad decided to put this up.”

You shake your head, laughing softly, though you still feel a twinge of embarrassment. “I can’t believe that’s still here.”

Jimin’s smile lingers, and the space between you feels quieter, weighted by an unspoken familiarity. His eyes flicker back to the painting, then to you. “It’s been a long time since then,” he says, his voice gentle, almost reflective.

You glance at him, catching the subtle shift in his tone, something deeper beneath the surface. “Yes,” you reply, turning your gaze back to the painting. “Though being here again… it almost feels like no time at all.”

Jimin studies you for a moment, his expression softening. “I imagine it feels different,” he says, “without your father?”

“Exactly,” you answer, the memory stirring a pang of longing. “It felt safe wherever he was.”

“And now?” His question is soft, careful, as though he’s weighing each word before speaking.

You hesitate before answering, meeting his gaze. “I want to say yes,” you admit honestly, “but experience tells me not to feel safe anywhere.”

Jimin nods, his expression contemplative, and something about his calm presence makes your honesty feel less vulnerable. “You’ve learned not to trust anyone,” he say, his voice carrying a quiet understanding.

You look at him, searching his face, but his steady gaze gives nothing away except an openness that feels disarming. “You’re right to think that,” he continues, his tone neither judgmental nor apologetic, as if he understands the walls you’ve built all too well.

The words sit between you for a moment before you ask, carefully, “Can I trust you?”

His eyes meet yours, and for a moment, silence fills the space between you.

“Yes,” he says, his voice quiet but certain. “But you’ll make that decision on your own.”

You nod slowly, his answer settling something inside you. There’s no urgency in his response, just a quiet assurance that feels like a small but solid anchor. It’s not a promise – it’s an invitation.

“Until then,” he continues, his voice softening, “please, make yourself at home. You’re safe here.”

The sincerity in his words lingers, and while they aren’t a guarantee, they feel real.

Jimin doesn’t say anything else, but you catch the way he watches you, something unspoken but soft in his expression. You feel it yourself too – after so many years there is so much to say, to ask, but for now you take the peaceful quiet for what it is.

His presence feels closer now and you let out a faint smile, glancing back at the painting.

It occurs to you now, how strange it is, that this time, there is something familiar that Jimin’s presence stirs in you – a reminder of what it feels like to trust, even if only a little.

note. thank you all so much for reading! please don’t be a silent reader :’) this fic takes me forever to write and I’d love for you to share your thoughts w me -- i really wanna know what you guys think! and rb toooo <3333

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