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meant 2 be | k. seungmin
Pairing: Seungmin x femÂĄreader
Genre: fluff, lots of fluff
- Academic rivals to lovers trope (my favorite)
Word count: 3.1k
Synopsis: Seungmin & y/n have been silently competing against eachother academically since the beginning of college. They both try to one-up eachother in everything, absolutely everything and they always end in a tie.
Warnings: none honestly
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You had always been a high-achiever when it came to school. Well, not always but ever since you won the academic excellence award in middle school, youâve been the top of all your classes. You even graduated as valedictorian during highschool.
To nobody's surprise, things didn't change much during college. You were still top of your class, and had the highest grades, sometimes. Your outstanding academic status was interrupted by a guy from your physics course, Seungmin Kim.
You couldn't help but silently compete against him in everything, but for some reason, he always seemed to one-up you. It frustrated you, it killed you seeing someone do better in school than you, but for some reason, there was also a part of you that admired him for his hardwork and his ambitious energy.
âOkay class, you will now be assigned your partners for your final big project before we go on break. Please come up to my desk as I call your nameâ You heard the professor mention in his usual slow and boring voice. It didn't help much the fact that you got absolutely no sleep the night before trying to study for your calculus exam you had that day, so you were trying to stay awake as much as possible.
The class ended and you never heard your name being called upon, so as you were about to approach the professor to ask about your partner, he called you and your classmate first. âMs.y/l/n, Mr. Kim. May I speak with the both of you?â You two looked at each other in confusion before walking towards the professor.
âYou two are probably wondering why I called on you at the last minute. Well, we all know you two are the smartest and most hard-working of the class, the entire generation even. I decided to pair you two up for the final project. Your topic and dynamic is completely up to you two. Amaze me.â
The professor left the room, and you were standing in your place staring at the floor zoned out, you snapped back to reality and you looked up at Seungmin, âSo, I guess weâre finally working togetherâ you chuckled.
âYeah, I guess we are. Do you think you could give me your number, so we can decide when to meet up and stuffâŚâ he asked. You gave him your number and waved goodbye.
Soon after your calculus exam, you arrived home tired and a bit moody since the exam didn't go very well. You studied your ass off for that exam yet you still failed (You didn't fail, you missed 2 questions but your academic maniac brain thought it was failure). As you started to wash up to go to bed, you heard your phone vibrate a couple of times, you ignore it thinking itâs a message from your friend, but it vibrates again, so you decide to finally look at your phone.
Unknown number: Hii!! Sorry for messaging you so late.
Y/N: Who is this?
Unknown number: Oh, Iâm sorry. Iâm Seungmin from your physics class. I said Iâd text you, remember? đ
Y/N: Oh, hi Seungmin! Iâm really sorry, I'm just really tired and didn't connect the dots very well.
Seungmin from physics: Oh, you should probably rest then, Iâll talk to you tomorrow :)
Y/N: Oh, itâs no big deal Seungmin, I can talk for a bit :)
Seungmin from physics: Okay, I'll make it quick. How about we meet tomorrow afternoon at my place to get started on the project? Are you free?
Y/N: Sure, no problem. Mind sending me your address? đ
Seungmin from physics: Right. *insert address*
Y/N: Thank you, see you tomorrow!!!
Seungmin from physics: Bye y/n, sleep well đ¤
Y/N: Goodnight Seungmin :)
You were getting ready and decided to wear something comfortable to go to Seungminâs, a hoodie and some sweatpants will do. You packed your bag and headed out the door. You typed his address on the maps app and you realized you didn't live too far from his place, just a few blocks away, so you walked over there, soon you arrived and rang the bell.
âHi! Come on in, make yourself comfortableâ He smiled.
âThanks, where can I put my bag?â You asked, pointing at your bag.
He took your bag kindly and placed it on the couch. You looked around and noticed his apartment is actually pretty nice, itâs simple, but neat, you would've never guessed a MAN lived there.
âHave you eaten already? Are you hungry?â
âActually, I didn't have time to eat dinner before I cameâŚI-â
âNo problem, Iâll make something for you, does pasta sound fine?â
âThat would be nice, thank you.â
âOf course, you can take a seat at the dining table if you wishâ
You sat down and watched as Seungmin cooked for you. That's when you realized Seungmin is a really nice boy, heâs a gentleman, smart, kind, neat and he can cook. I mean, COME ON, and heâs cute?! You stare at his cooking figure, the way he chops up vegetables and sautĂŠs them, the way he puts together your plate and his.
âAll done, sorry for the wait.â He apologized as he placed the plates on the table. He sat down at the dining table right in front of you and waited for you to take a bite.
âOh my god, this is really good!â You complimented his cooking with your mouth full, getting pasta sauce on your left cheek.
âIâm glad you like it, you got some pasta sauce on your cheek, let me clean that for youâ He picked up a napkin and held your face with one hand and started wiping your cheek with the other. You looked at him and for the first time you realized, heâs kinda cute. You pushed those thoughts away quickly.
The two of you finished eating and got straight to work. You pulled out your laptop and started typing, he did the same. Then, you started working on a shared document and started to plant ideas for the project. You did an endless amount of research and so did he. It started getting late so you decided it was time to go home.
âHey Seungmin, itâs getting pretty late I should get back homeâ
âIâll walk you homeâ He got his jacket and put on his shoes.
âItâs okay you don't have to, itâs pretty close from here anywaysâ
âWhat if something happens to you? What would I do?â
You finally agreed to let Seungmin walk you back home. As you stepped outside you realized it was raining. Seungmin pulled out and umbrella and put it over your heads, you had to walk pretty close together to avoid getting wet, and something about being under an umbrella with him felt so, intimate. You arrived home and thanked him for the walk and the food, you had fun.
âSame time next week?â He asked as he left you on the front porch.
âOkay, fine by me. Bye Seungminâ
âBye Y/N, goodnight.â
You went inside your home and washed up to get ready for bed as you thought about Seungmin. He wouldn't get out of your head for some odd reason. You pushed those thoughts away once again and went to sleep.
The following week you showed up to his apartment once again, this time bringing him a cup of coffee.
âHey Seungmin, got you coffee!â
âThank you! Come on inâ
And you did this for a few weeks, youâd sometimes go two or three times a week. You didn't only get lots of work done during this time but you also got to know Seungmin a lot better. You found yourself laughing and having a good time everytime you were with Seungmin, not fully aware that you were catching feelings for the boy.
One of the days however, it seemed like a normal day of working on the project at first. You two had dinner together, made by Seungmin obviously, since it was so good, talked about life and got to work on the project. After a few hours of hard-work your eyes started to shut slowly and you ended up falling asleep on Seungminâs couch.
âHey y/n itâs getting pretty lat-â He noticed you were already sleeping. He didn't want to wake you up since it was already 2 am and he knew that you hadn't slept very well the past week, so he carried you to his room and tucked you in.
âYou know Y/N, the more I spend time with you, the more I find myself attracted to you. I don't think Iâll be able to suppress these feelings for too long, I wish you were mine.â He whispered hoping you were deep asleep so you wouldn't hear him. He pulled out his phone and took a photo of your sleeping figure, smiled at it and went to sleep on the couch that night.
You woke up the next morning and noticed you were in an unfamiliar setting, you immediately got out of bed worried and walked out of the room and realized you had fallen asleep at Seungminâs apartment.
âGood morning Y/N, sorry to startle you. Help yourself to some breakfastâ He insisted.
âOh, thank you. You really didn't have toâ You smiled and sat down at the table.
âY/N, what do you think about going out somewhere today? Just the two of us. I mean, weâve been woking pretty hard these past couple of weeks, I thought maybe we could go somewhere and take a break, we deserve itâ He hesitated.
âIâd love to, I just need to go to my place to wash up and change, then we can go anywhere youâd likeâ
âSounds goodâ
You both walked back to your place, he waited for you patiently in the living room as you changed and washed up. You didn't know where you two were going today but Seungmin seemed to be wearing something simple and comfortable, yet presentable. You figured youâd do the same. You put on a lovely pair of jeans and an oversized knitted sweater to go with it.
âWhere do you want to go Min?â
âMin? Thatâs a new one. I was thinking maybe we could go to the arcade, what do you think?â
âI like that idea, let's goâ
Even though Seungmin knew how to do absolutely everything, there was one thing he couldn't do, drive. So, you offered to drive the two of you to the arcade. When you arrive there you start to play a couple of games. You totally crush him playing basketball, and air hockey, but heâs so good at the dance machine game. âHeâs a good dancerâ you thought, and he looked cute as hell doing it too.
âHow are you so good at dancing and so bad at basketball?â You teased.
âI used to be in a dance group in high school, itâs my well kept secret. How are you so bad at dancing and so good at basketball anyways?â
âWell unlike you, I wasn't on any basketball team during high school but sometimes Iâd play basketball with my dad during the weekendsâ
You two discovered a lot of things about eachother, and realized you and him had a lot more in common than you thought. You also found out he sings, dances and plays the guitar? How charming.
After the arcade you both went to get ice cream and went for a walk at the park nearby. You two talked some more, your fingers brushing against each other every now and then and the tension between you two was growing larger each minute that passed by. You two stopped and decided to sit down on a bench and rest a bit, you looked into each other's eyes, his eyes were glowing, so cute it resembled a cute puppyâs eyes. You immediately melted, he was so cute you couldn't take it anymore.
âSeungmin.â You looked into his glassy puppy eyes.
âYes?â
âYou-youâr-you-youâreâŚâ You stuttered like never before it was actually incredibly embarrassing.
âAre you okay Y/N?â
âYou-you-you're so cute it's not fair! I can't look into your eyes and not melt.â You cried, you couldn't tell him how you exactly felt since he made you so nervous, so you ended up blurting some stupidity out.
Seungminâs cheeks started heating up and turned into a bright shade of pink, and his ears a burning red shade. He froze, not knowing what to say, he was a bit hesitant on making a move but then he slowly started to lean in closer to you until his nose was barely a centimeter away from yours .
âYouâre pretty cute yourself Y/Nâ He leaned in even closer until your lips connected softly with his. Your stomach was going absolutely insane, like a billion butterflies flying around. His lips were soft and smooth, he was absolutely charming. You melted under his presence and you were completely vulnerable to his soft touch.
âI like you Y/N, Iâve buried my feelings for you for too long.â
You liked him too, it was so obvious.
âThis is probably very obvious by now but, I like you too, a lot.â Your face was all red, you were barely able to get those words to come out of your mouth.
You kissed him once again. âSo then, what are we, Min?â
âBoyfriend and girlfriend? If you want to be.â
You immediately nodded and hugged him. He was the cutest freaking guy ever, you could never say no to a guy like him.
âHey min, could you send me the photos we took together? Weâll take more in a bit, now that I can kiss you in the photos'' You giggled. He sent the photos to your phone and your phone started to vibrate from the notifications. You turn your phone on just to remember how you had him saved in your contacts.
âSeungmin from physics? Seriously? After all this time weâve spent together? You're joking, change it now!!!â He exclaimed. It was funny not gonna lie, Seungmin found it kinda funny too. Embarrassed as hell, you changed his contact name.
*Edit contact*
Name: Cute puppy guy from physics <3
âHey! Thatâs still not my name Y/N!â You quickly shut him up with a kiss.
âYouâre a cute puppy guy though, aren't you?â
You two spent the next couple of hours playfully arguing over his contact name on your phone and teasing each other about all the tension buildup that had been happening up to the very moment you confessed to each other.
Everything was going so well until you looked at the time and realized it was already 11pm. It was getting really late and you were getting very sleepy.
âMinnie Iâm sleepy, I think we need to go homeâ You yawned. Seungmin knew that you had to drive home since he couldn't and you couldn't just leave the car there.
âYou look so cute sleepy darling but you need to drive us home, remember?â
âOh right, Iâll drive us home, don't worryâ You widen your eyes and drop some water on your face to wake you up, it wasn't the best idea but itâs all you had at the moment. As you drove home, Seungmin was in the passenger seat on his phone. He was texting his friends about what had happened, he was so excited, literally the cutest puppy ever.
Seungmin: Oh my god guys guys guys!
Chan: Whatâs up Seungmin?
Seungmin: The sky, idiot.
Chan: Okay nevermind, bye.
Jisung: LMAOOO
Minho: This better be something interesting Seungmin because I am trying to sleep.
Seungmin: I have a girlfriend.
Minho: WHAT??!!??
Jisung: FINALLY đ About time man.
Minho: I mean, congratulations dude. Whoâs the girl??
Changbin: Let me take a guess. Ummm, is she from college?
Seungmin: Yes Bin, you know I have no life outside college.
Changbin: Alright⌠from physics class?
Seungmin: YeahâŚ
Changbin: OH MY GOD ITâS Y/N I KNEW IT
Jeongin: Damn Seungmin, really? Congrats đ
Felix: I mean it was so obvious đ¤âď¸ Ever since they got paired together for that physics project theyâve been together NONSTOP. Y'all really think they were working the whole time??? Half the time they were probably making out.
Seungmin: Not true, we kissed for the first time just today.
Hyunjin: When is it my turn to be happy? đđđ
Jeongin: Iâll take you on a date Hyunjin hyung đđ
Hyunjin: Actually.. Iâll pass.
Jeongin: You just missed one hell of an opportunity.
Changbin: Stop it, I wanna hear more about you and Y/N
Seungmin: Iâm here with her right now in the car so Iâll have to leave you guys hanging, Iâll tell the full story tomorrow when we meet up okay?
Changbin: DAMN IT.
Minho: I swear to god Kim SeungminâŚ
Seungmin: BYE GUYSđ
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You were about to drop off Seungmin at his place but stopped you before you could start the car again.
âY/N, come crash at my place, I know you're tired and if you stay youâll get a good breakfast tomorrow morning. I know you only eat properly when you're with me.â He made those innocent cute doe puppy eyes at you making it absolutely impossible to say no.
âFine, Iâll stay, only âcause youâre cuteâ You kissed him on the cheek before parking your car in front of the apartment complex. As you two were getting ready for bed, he couldn't help but kiss you and hug you every 5 seconds. You two couldn't stay away from each other for more than five seconds that night.
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âI'm scared Minnie, what if our project isn't good enoughâ
âWeâre the smartest in the class, weâll be fine. We are the perfect team, the perfect pair.â He reassured you with one last kiss before presenting your final project.
âOkay, lovebirds. Itâs your turn to present.â The professor turned to his assistant who was helping with the grading. With an unusually excited voice he said:
âI put them together on purpose you know, they've been in love with each other since forever, they just needed that push to get them together. Look at me, Iâm literally cupid! Now look at them⌠they really are meant to be.â
END
A.N: Y'all I had so much fun writing this thing, I know it's super corny and delulu and stuff but mind you I haven't been writing for very long, just reading. I hope you guys enjoyed it 'cause I definitely did đ
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juno | l.hc
âone of me is cute, but two thoughâŚ?â
đżnow playing: juno by sabrina carpenter
⯠summary: Kids were never really something you thought about. But then you saw your sexy as fuck boyfriend playing uncle and now you can't stop thinking about giving him a baby of his own. What can you say...your hormones are high.
⯠pairings: haechan x fem!reader
⯠genre: smut, established relationship
⯠words: 2.7k
⯠tags: 18+ minors dni!, unprotected sex (don't do this!), swearing, breeding and pregnancy kink, possessiveness, dirty talk, begging, praise, creampie, slight angst not really idk, fluff, reader uses she/her pronouns, literally just the reader getting baby fever from seeing hyuck with kids (very real el oh el.)
an: i know this is like my third haechan post in a week, but i literally donât care. sue me x
You didnât want kids. Well, thatâs not true. You were indifferent to kids.Â
That was until you saw your boyfriend with them. You didnât think you could be more attracted to him, but then he had to go and check off the "great with kids" box. Maybe itâs just his playful side, but Lee Donghyuck is just so good with them.
And being forced to attend his nieceâs first birthday party made you realise it. Honestly, youâd never given much thought to the idea of kidsâcute yes, ready to give up endless nights of sleep, no.Â
But the minute after you walked through his childhood family home and were done greeting his parents and siblings, a swarm of kids ran at him, hugging his legs and stomach. And he just melted into them, so gentle and excited. It was cute and made you smile.Â
From then it was him letting his oldest niece cover his tanned cheeks in blush and stickers, to tossing a ball with his nephew after he announced he made the basketball teamâand donât even get started on him poking the chubby cheeks of his youngest niece, her soft giggles filling the backyard of the party.Â
It was like he was in his elementâsoft, loving, and completely at ease. And even though his nieces and nephews had other uncles and aunts, theyâd always say Uncle Hyuck was their favouriteâeven if they werenât supposed to.
You watch him from the patio door in the kitchen, overhearing him tell his dad heâs âtoo young to be having the adult conversations,â which was really code for âlet me play with the kids.âÂ
Running around, telling jokes, creating games. It had your stomach turning andâwere your heart strings being pulled? Seeing this absolute perfect man, so caring and playful, living just to make those little ones laugh and smile, had you seriously considering the sleepless nights that might come with having some of your own.
Wait.Â
âHeâs good with them, huh?â
You jolt, turning to see Hyuckâs sister standing behind you.
âUh... yeah, I guess so,â you shrug. She steps beside you, and the two of you stand there, watching your boyfriend bounce his niece in his arms, soothing her gently.
She giggles, and you glance over at Hyuckâs sister again. âWhat?â
âNothing,â she shrugs. âJust... youâre looking at him like youâre ready to add to the Lee family name.â
You gasp. âI am not!â
She gives you a knowing look, and you bite your lip, eyes shifting back to Hyuck. This time, heâs handing his niece a sippy cup, tapping her nose. Your chest tightens.
âOkay... I suppose he is good with them.â
Hyuckâs sister nods, humming in agreement. âHe always has been. With every younger sibling, every cousinâeven when I had my first daughter, Hyuck was the most excited.â
Heâs sitting on the grass now, all his nieces and nephews swarming him, tickling him. Heâs being extra dramatic, letting the younger ones tug at his hair just to make them laugh. You stare, warmth and wholesomeness filling you.
âHeâd make a great dad, Y/N.â
The statement is completely sobering.
âUh,â you stammer, running a hand through your hair. âI donât know. We havenât really talked about it.â
Thatâs not entirely true. You had spoken about itâonce. Youâd told him it wasnât something you had planned for but werenât necessarily opposed to, and the conversation had never come up again.
Hyuckâs sister blinks at you, clearly confused. âThatâs crazy. Hyuckâs always said he wants to be a dad.â
Clearly.Â
Thereâs no denying that. Itâs so obviousâevery second heâs cupping up the kids, tickling them, teasing them. He looks so profoundly happy, so perfect. And it suddenly clicks for you.
This could be yours. Forever. He wants it. And now... youâre starting to think you want it, too. Him, this, forever. His kids. Your kids.
âY/N! Y/N!â one of the younger kids calls, waving you over from across the backyard. âCan you play with us? We need more people to play the monsters. Uncle Hyuckie canât do it on his own.â
And just like that, youâre being pulled away from the baby fever conversation and coaxed into joining themânot that it took much convincing. Your thoughts were starting to scare you a little. Youâd never seriously thought about kidsâuntil now.
Because youâd never seen Hyuck look more attractive than when he was playing dad.
âI canât believe sheâs one already,â Hyuck beams from where heâs stretched out on your bed. Heâs been talking about the party nonstop since you got home. âDid you see the little bows in her hair? So fucking cute.â
You glance at him through the vanity mirror where youâre sitting, watching the way his face lights up, animated and so full of joy. Thereâs a warmth in your eyes, your lips curved into a soft smile as you take him in. He notices, raising an eyebrow.
âWhatâs that look for?âÂ
You stand and walk over to him, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his lips. His eyebrows knit together, more confused now.
âY/N, whatâs going on?â
You smile, sidestepping his question with one of your own. âDid you have fun today?â
âYessâŚ?â he replies, but thereâs a trace of suspicion in his voice.
âYour familyâs really nice.â
âOh, are they now?â He squints playfully. âI saw you talking to my sister. I hope she wasnât embarrassing meâshe loves doing that.â
You shake your head with a giggle. âShe wasnât.â
âOkayâŚâ he draws out. âThen what was she saying?âÂ
âThat youâd be a good dad. That you want to be a dad.âÂ
Hyuckâs eyes widen and you mentally add this moment to the short list of times your boyfriend has been rendered completely speechlessâstill countable on one hand.
He coughs, his cheeks turning pink. âS-She said that?â
You nod, biting your lip to keep from laughing.
âAndâŚwhat did you say back?â
You spread his legs out on the bed so you can slide between them, sitting there and looking up at him as he waits, eager for your response. Heâs so cute like thisâadorable, evenâclearly dying to hear what you thought.
âI didnât respond,â you admit honestly.
You catch the flicker of hurt in his eyes, but he covers it with a laughâthough itâs not genuine. You can tell heâs trying to brush it off, trying to pretend that heâd be okay with the possibility that you might not want that kind of future with him.
âShe shouldnât have said that,â he mumbles, embarrassed. âI used to talk about it a lot as a kid. I donât really think like that now. I canât, you know⌠because of my job.â
âSo you donât want kids because of your job?â You ask. The tone in your voice takes him by surprise because now youâre the one sounding hurt.Â
âBaby... is this a trick question?â He laughs nervously.
You shake your head, crossing your arms across your chest. âNo Hyuck. But I want you to answer it truthfully.âÂ
He shrugs, looking unsure. âI donât know. I havenât really thought about it.â
âYouâre lying.â
He lets out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair. âBaby, I donât know what you want me to sayââ
âThe truth,â you insist.Â
He pauses, his gaze softening. âI love you, Y/N. You said kids werenât really part of your plan, and thatâs okay,â he begins, his voice steady but sincere. âAnd yeah, maybe I always kind of thought kids would be in mine, but then I met you. And you became my plan.â
You grab a hold of his hand and squeeze. It draws a genuine smile from him before he speaks again.Â
âI know weâve never talked about it since. But Iâm fine with anythingâas long as itâs with you.â
You smile, his comment pulling at your heartstrings because you feel the exact same way.Â
âThose kids absolutely adore you, Hyuck,â you say and he gives a half smile.Â
âWell, I am their favourite Uncle.âÂ
You trail a soft finger up and down the naked skin of his arm. His eyes follow your touch and that furrowed expression is on his face again.Â
âY/N whatâs going on with you? Youâre confusing meââ
âYou knowââ you cut him off. âI think youâd be a great dad.âÂ
He stares at you, properly taking you in. Heâs never seen this side of you before, and youâve never given him a compliment quite like that before. The thought of you being into the idea of him as a dad⌠well, he didnât expect it to turn him on this much. Maybe itâs the way your fingers brush his arm? Yeah no, itâs not.
âToday made me realise something,â you say, shifting to straddle his hips, your arms wrapping around his neck now. He raises a curious brow, waiting. âYou look so hot with kids. The thought of you being a dad is so fucking hot, Hyuck.â
Hyuck smiles at the confession, and his hands move to grip your ass as he ground your hips forward on himself. You let out a small gasp of surprise as you feel him.Â
âPlease donât joke like that, Y/N,â he whines, eyes squeezing shut. âBecause Iâve been thinking about you being the mother of my kids since the day I met you.â
You giggle, biting your lip to stifle the soft moans escaping you as he grinds you slowly against his growing bulge.
âWell, why donât you do something about it then,â you tease breathlessly, feeling the hardness of him through his sweatpants.
Hyuckâs mouth parts, caught somewhere between awe and shock, but before he can question how serious you are, your lips capture his, and your tongue is slipping inside his mouth to deepen the kiss.
The groan you both share is synchronised, and itâs all the encouragement he needs to flip you over, hovering above you with a renewed sense of urgency to make promise of your teasing.Â
His fingers hook into your panties, sliding them off as you shift upward against your pillows, tossing your nightgown aside. Hyuck strips out of his own clothes, desperate to press his bare skin against yours, his need overwhelming any sense of patience.
He kisses you back roughly, passionately. Fuelled by your impossible hotness and readiness to be fuckedâfucked by him. Your tongue dips deeper and deeper into his mouth, never satisfied, craving more of him. You cling to him, your hands and legs moving over his skin, desperate to feel every inch. Your hips roll up, slickness coating his shaft, causing a rippling gasp to leave his mouth.Â
Hyuck pulls back with dark eyes. Youâhis girlânaked and desperate under him, begging him to do something about his baby feverâyour baby fever. Itâs the hottest shit heâs ever seen. His new favourite thing. His obsession. He loves seeing you like this, he decidesâso willing, so desperate for him, for his cock. Needing him to bring you the pleasure only he can give. And heâll make sure you remember that once you're carrying his child.
The image floods his mindâyour stomach growing, swelling with his baby, the glow in your smile as you hold his child. A family, all with him. Only him. Because you want his kids.
The last thought pushes him over the edge, and with a low growl, he bites down on your neck, lips and teeth claiming your skin. He wants you marked by himâlike alwaysâbut this time itâs different. Itâs possessive. Primal. Feral. His saliva wet on your neck, dark bruises blooming over your breasts, his fingers burning prints into your hips, and his seed buried deep inside your soaking wet cunt.
His cock jumps when you roll your hips again, your whimpers causing him to groan and eyes roll back. You sound so desperate. Desperate to make him your forever.Â
âHyuckââ you sob as his teeth graze your nipple, sending it hardening under his touch. âPlease, I need to feel you.â
His eyes sparkle with lust as he drapes your legs over his waist and leans down, capturing your mouth in a long, needy kiss. He aligns himself with your slick pussy, your fingers clawing at his back as he slowly eases into you. He fills you completely, lifting your hips to bury himself deeper.
âSo fucking pretty like this,â he mumbles, pulling away to admire the way you take his thick cock. âTaking me so well, always so good for me, arenât you, baby?â
You moan as his cock hits every spot inside youâso deep, so hard, so good. Each thrust drags along your walls in a way that feels divine.
âCanât wait until youâre mine, so full of me,â he whispers, kissing your neck. You whimper, your walls clenching at his words, urging him to quicken his pace. âDo you want that, baby? Want my cum inside this pretty pussy?â
âYesâfuck yesâplease.â
âSay it for me,â he requests softly, a gentle yet desperate edge in his voice. âPlease tell me.â
âI want to be yours; make me yours,â you breathe out.
Hyuck's gaze drops to your lips, entranced by the words spilling from them. He thrusts harder, your nails digging into his skin as you pull him closer. Your cunt swallows his cock whole, turning his thrusts sloppy, and he groans.
Youâre practically sobbing with how fast heâs driving into you, so close to seeing stars.
âYouâre so good at taking me,â he praises, his breath ragged. âGonna make me fill you.â
You squeeze around him, and the thought of cumming inside you sends a shiver through his thighs, making his breathing stutter.
âYes! Fuck, please keep going,â You pant.Â
âWant you so full of me that itâs dripping down your leg. And then Iâll push it back in when I fuck you again.â
Your breaths grow louder and quicker, matching his as you both teeter on the edge. He kisses you deeply, your mouths suffocating each other as you grip his soft brown hair. His fingers dig into your hips, holding you tight.
âHyuckâIâm gonna cum.â
âSo fucking good, baby,â he moans in awe. âIâm going to fill you with my cum. I want you overflowing with my seedâfuck!â He grunts hoarsely, his body tightening with tension.
Your walls shatter around him, tightening and fluttering on his cock as you cum. Hyuck holds you close, so intimately, holding himself deep inside you as he feels the first spurts of his cum shooting from his cock.Â
He doesnât stop, his hips still moving gently, making sure you take everything, softening each thrust with tender kisses along your bare shoulders. You sigh dreamily, fingers threading through his hair, and he smiles, still half-hard inside you. Youâre exhausted, and the sight of your sleepy expression makes his heart twist. Leaning down, he presses a soft kiss to your lips, and for a moment, you stay like thatâso close, so intimate.
But as the post-orgasm bliss begins to fade, a flicker of panic flashes in his eyes.
âFuckââ he mutters, pulling himself off of you quickly. Thereâs a gnawing feeling in his chest, a sudden guilt. âY/N, Iâm really sorry, I got caught up in the moment. Do you want me to run to the storeââ
âNo.â You shake your head and grab his arm, keeping him close. âI donât want you to. If thatâs okayâŚâ
His eyes darken with lust before a slow smile spreads across his face.
âY-yeah⌠thatâs more than okay with me,â he says, nodding eagerly.
âWho knows?â You shrug with a teasing grin. âI might not even get pregnant this time.â
His eyebrows shoot up. âThis time?â
You nod confidently. âYeah, this time. Because weâre going to keep doing this until I am pregnant, Hyuck.â
His grin widens as he climbs back into bed, pulling you into his arms.
âI never thought Iâd hear you say that, especially not when I woke up this morning,â he laughs, pressing soft kisses along your neck.
You giggle, leaning into his touch. âWhat can I say? Seeing you in dad mode made me so fucking horny.â
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pairing: choi yeonjun x fem!reader genre: friends to lovers, non-idol au, smut, fluff rating: nsfw, mdni wc: 6.1k warnings: unprotected sex, pwp (6k but most of it is smut tbh lol), softdom!yeonjun, inexperienced!reader, dry humping, oral + fingering (f receiving), squirting, petnames (baby, princess, doll, good girl, pretty girl), daddy kink (yeonjun refers to himself as daddy), spanking, creampie, multiple orgasms, light choking but not (he doesnât squeeze), one instance of spitting, itâs established that jun is older than reader so OPPA IS USED AS AN HONORIFIC and idc if people hate it lol as a korean speaker iâm tired of westernizing shit
a/n - pls picture temptation era hair yeonjun đľâđŤ this is inspired by a dream i had.. dreamt every part in his room up until the actual penetration đŽâđ¨ cockblocked by my own brain
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yeonjunâs sheets are soft as you sit observing his bedroom, taking note of all the little details that his strong personality shines through, the first time youâve seen the other side of his door â though how you even got to this point in the first place is still something youâre going over and over in your head as you wait for him to come back.
his soft smile is met with your nervous one as he enters the room with two water bottles in hand, shutting the door quietly behind him â your eyes follow his lithe fingers as he turns the lock â and you watch as he places the drinks on his nightstand before turning to you.
the air suddenly feels much warmer when he sits down on the bed beside you, so close that youâre almost touching, and that fond look on his face only serves to heighten your nerves as you remember that he knows what heâs doing, and you donât.
well⌠sort of.
everything happened only a few hours before.
your best friend kai had invited you to hang out with him and his roommates, a chaotic group of guys who youâve grown to call your friends as well; even yeonjun, who you may or may not have developed the hugest crush on ever from the minute that youâd first met him.
itâd been a few months of back-and-forth, sometimes convinced that it must be mutual and other times doubting your judgement completely â has he always been this flirty, or is it your imagination when his eyes linger just a little too long? â and it was on this fateful day at their apartment when it all fell apart.
(or should you say, all came together).
everyone knows to watch out once beomgyuâs got a couple of drinks in him, so it was only a matter of time before your unlucky day came when heâd decide that you would be his glorious first victim of the afternoon; and that was exactly where you found yourself as he took it upon himself to announce to everyone in the room that you and yeonjun needed to admit you wanna fuck each other already, or else heâd âjust have to do something about it himselfâ (whatever that meant).
to say you wanted to crawl into a ditch and die would be the biggest understatement of the century.
your wide eyes were pinned to the floor as the room erupted into multiple reactions; soobin groaning with a smack upside beomgyuâs head as he scolded the younger not to say stuff like that, taehyunâs âdamn,â as he knocked back his beer to cover a laugh, kai burying his head into his hands with a shriek â he swore he didnât mean to spill your secret to beomgyu a few weeks ago, it just slipped out â and of course, the culprit in the center laughing his ass off unphased.
the only one who had yet to say anything wasâŚ
you steeled yourself and glanced up, meeting yeonjunâs eyes that were already watching you from across the living room.
your own widened marginally.
he didnât look disgusted. he didnât look put off. in fact, he lookedâŚ..
your breath caught. there was a small upturn to his lips, a confirmation, the hint of a smile that solidified as he quirked a brow as if in question. as if he was asking you,
âwell? what should we do about it then?â
and everything changed from there.
~
it hadnât taken long for beomgyuâs quick-moving attention span to be directed elsewhere thanks to some faithful effort on hyukaâs part, the others following suit to spare you from the spotlight â and it was only about an hour later when you found yourself alone in the kitchen for a breather, the sounds of your friendâs quarreling and laughter slightly less eardrum-shattering now from where you stood leaning against the sink.
a few minutes passed before the sound of someone else slipping into the room grabbed your attention.
your peace quickly morphed into apprehension.
âhi,â yeonjun whispered, a small smile on his face that read somewhere between gentle and amused.
his hands were in his pockets as he came to lean casually against the counter opposite you, head tilted slightly to the side as his eyes trailed over your expression, and you cursed your mouth for going dry at the sight of him.
his simple black tank top and sweatpants combo had you fighting to keep your eyes on his face â his face, pretty and framed so nicely by silky black hair that was grown out quite a bit longer than usual these days, and you wanted nothing more than to run your fingers through it as your thighs rubbed together subconsciously.
ââŚhi,â you whispered back.
he breathed out a small laugh.
âi wanted to talk to you, but i didnât want the others to hear.. figured this was a good opportunity when i saw you get up.â
âr-right..â
why am i so awkward? what the fuck? oh god wait why is he coming closer-
your hands gripped the counter behind you as yeonjun stepped forward. his voice was low, quiet, meant only for you as he stood in front of you with a look on his face that had you melting in more ways than one.
âlisten... i know that weâve never talked about this thing between us. i didnât wanna scare you off by being too forward, but now that beomgyu ran his mouth about itâŚâ
with a feather-light touch, yeonjun reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.
âwell, iâm not gonna deny what he said, and iâm pretty sure that iâm right when i say.. i think you want me the same way that i want you.â
you felt heat running down your entire body like a zap of electricity.
your fried brain didnât even have the chance to fully process before you heard beomgyu shout from the living room, âhey, whatâs taking so long?!â and the scent of yeonjunâs cologne was like a drug as he leaned in and whispered in your ear,
âif you feel ready to see where this goes.. stay here with me when they go out.â
and just like that he was gone, random assortment of snacks in hand to avoid suspicion as he called back to beomgyu, âiâm coming, just couldnât decide what to eat!â
and you slumped against the counter with legs like jelly.
~
you received a chorus of groans and boos when you told the guys you were gonna go home instead of joining them elsewhere for dinner and drinks, earning brief suspicion only from taehyun as he eyed you questioningly for a moment â their focus primarily resting on yeonjunâs uncharacteristic opt-out that heâd blamed on a sudden migraine.
you felt ridiculous as you even headed down the elevator with them to the street outside, going out of your way to be believable, rounding the corner towards the subway station until they were well out of sight in the opposite direction before heading back up towards the apartment.
youâdâve been lying if you said that you didnât consider leaving yourself; your jittery nerves and quick-beating heart nearly convincing you, until you remembered the look in yeonjunâs eyes and the wetness between your legs returned.
yeonjun, choi yeonjun, one of the most popular and charismatic guys that you know â wants you.
and now here you are on his bed.
when you think about it, in your eyes yeonjun is a lot of things that youâre not; the way he just naturally draws people in, the way he carries himself, always making friends so easily; the fact that heâs genuinely cool, somehow good at everything he does and always looks hot doing it; heâs older than you â not by much, but still â and the number one thing on your mind right now:
heâs experienced.
now youâre no virgin, but your measly 1 past boyfriend is nothing in comparison to the fact that yeonjunâs ability to please a woman is a very well-checked box on his long list of skills (if beomgyu is correct about anything heâs blabbed about, at least. which today so far he seems to be).
and now, as he sits here so close to you with that same look on his face as before, that gentle smile and amused little twinkle in his eyes â well, you know right then that youâre a goner.
âhi,â he whispers, just like he did in the kitchen earlier, and you whisper it back with a shy smile.
this is the first time youâve ever truly been alone with him.
he looks at you for a few moments, and you wonder if this is what amoebas feel like under a microscope until he places his hand on the bed beside you and rests his weight on it, by default leaning in even closer than before.
âi like you.â he says simply.
in panic mode, you resort to sarcasm - ây-yeah-â you clear your throat - âum, yeah, i think we established that.â
his laugh sends tingles through you as a real smile not stricken with awkwardness finally blooms on your face, the ice slowly melting for you as you start to remember that right, okay, heâs a friend and not some unreachable deity (for the most part, at least).
âi.. like you too,â you respond sheepishly, and you bite your lip at the underlying shift in his tone as he keeps his eyes locked on yours and says,
âi know.â
the mood has suddenly deepened into something else.
his hand comes up to your cheek, thumb ghosting over your bottom lip as he murmurs, âis this okay?â and you donât know when his face got so close to yours but your eyes are already threatening to flutter shut as you hum in response, lidded gaze glued to his full, pretty lips that you want so desperately all over your body.
âwords, baby.â his voice is a whisper, breath warm against your lips, his own so close now that you can almost feel them â
ây-yes.â
and just like that, choi yeonjun is kissing you.
whatever you thought a real kiss was supposed to feel like, whatever kisses you had felt with your ex â
none of it compared to this.
you feel his smile when you quietly moan, his lips even softer than you had imagined, moving against yours slowly, deliberately, expertly, the hand that had been on your cheek sliding gently to the back of your neck as he deepens the kiss.
his tongue is warm and soft as it traces along your bottom lip, and you donât care how eager you probably seem as you let it in immediately, trying not to moan again as he slips it past your lips to caress yours; you melt as he sucks lightly on your tongue before giving a teasing, gentle bite to your bottom lip as he pulls away.
you canât even imagine how dazed you must look â but his knowing smile tells you enough.
you canât explain it, but in that moment you gain a hunger-fueled confidence. you want to give yeonjun everything.
fuck, you want him bad.
youâre pulling him back to you faster than you can chicken out otherwise, and the pleased noise he makes as you connect your lips again only spurs you on further to do what youâve been so badly wanting to:
you touch him, hands sliding from his shoulders up to his soft hair, pulling at it gently as his lips travel down your jaw to suckle at the skin of your neck; you moan, freely this time, eyes sliding shut and head tilting back to give him all the access he wants as you wrap an arm around his shoulders and keep him close.
his hand slides around your waist to your lower back as he slowly guides you down to lay against his sheets, your legs instinctively widening for him as he slots his hips between them, and you groan at the bulge now resting comfortably against your clothed core.
it doesnât take long before he gently rocks his hips forwards.
you whimper, clutching to his tank top as he continues to kiss and suckle along your neck; your legs tighten around his hips and his lips tilt into a smirk against your skin as your body responds to his like itâs what it was made for, and so he does it again, this time continuing into a steady rocking pace.
the hardness of his cock drags deliciously against your center as he rolls his hips into it again and again, slow enough so that you feel everything, but firm enough that it makes your head spin and your thighs twitch with need.
âoppa,â you whisper, pleadingly, and you donât even know what youâre asking for but you know that you just need more.
âhm?â he hums back, lips still sucking pretty bruises into your neck,
and itâs like he can read your mind as he asks with another smirk against your skin - âwant more, baby?â
you nod quickly with a weak, âmhm,â and your heart jumps as his lips move up to your ear.
âtell oppa what you want.â
the husk of his voice sends shivers straight downwards.
he pulls away just enough for you to meet his eyes and you feel like a rabbit hunted down by a fox, but in your case, you never want to escape from his grasp.
âi.. i-i wantâŚâ
you can feel the heat blooming in your cheeks, remembering once again how much you havenât experienced, and you want to tell him exactly where you want him to put his mouth â but instead your eyes avert from his as you mumble in admission,
âi-iâve never been⌠well iâve never been eaten out before. s-so.. um..â
in your peripheral you can see yeonjunâs brows lift to his hairline in disbelief. âwhat?â
a finger beneath your chin gently draws your gaze back to his and the genuine bewilderment in his eyes is enough to deepen your blush as he asks, âhow could that bastard have possibly survived never tasting you?â
your body buzzes with electricity as your eyes widen; thereâs a hunger and determination dancing in yeonjunâs stare that youâve never been looked at with before.
his intensity makes you shiver in anticipation and itâs like you can taste the honey dripping from his words when he says,
âlet me make you feel good, baby. let me give you everything that he shouldâve.â
your head spins.
youâve never felt so desired.
the second that you say okay, yeonjun places one last dizzying kiss to your lips before heâs moving down your body, guiding you out of your shirt as he slowly maps out your skin with his lips â you breathe out a sigh at the way his large hands caress you, intentionality in every touch.
eventually he sits up on his knees, pulling back from a kiss to your navel to reach for the hem of your panties. you shiver when his fingers ghost over your hips.
âlift for me,â he instructs softly, and you do, biting your lip as he begins to slowly pull them down, eyes glued to your cunt, and you watch the way his breath hitches in his throat at the strings of wetness that cling to the fabric.
âfuck,â he whispers, practically groans,
âcanât believe no oneâs ever tasted such a pretty pussy before⌠gonna eat you so good, baby..â
youâre going out of your mind with need, his words alone sending another gush of arousal to your heat, your hungry eyes traveling down to trace the imprint of his rock-hard cock in his sweatpants.
teasingly you ghost your foot over it as he slides your panties from your ankles, and his eyes flicker up to yours as you stare back innocently; his gaze narrows and lips quirk up into a lopsided smirk as his warm hands slide up your legs.
âgetting brave, now, are we?â he taunts, stopping at your thighs as he wraps his hands around them and spreads your legs open.
slowly he lowers himself between them, all the while keeping his eyes on yours, and your hips jump at the whisper of his breath against your aching cunt when he says,
âbetter be careful, doll⌠any game you try to play, i can play it better.â
and when his fingers spread you open and his lips kiss your clit, you already know that heâs ruined you for any other man.
how could you even dream of anyone else when the tip of yeonjunâs velvety tongue slips out to trace teasingly up and down your slit, or when the pad of his finger circles so lightly around your leaking hole that you might even be imagining it?
no, thereâs no way you could be imagining this, not as the warmth of his mouth caresses you as he closes his lips around your clit and gently begins to suck, your head tipping back with a shudder as you whine at the feeling.
âeyes on me, princess,â he murmurs against your cunt, and when you manage to bring your gaze back to his, the sight before you is sinful.
his foxlike eyes dark and dangerous and twinkling as he watches you through his lashes, pretty lips forming a smirk that you can only feel and not see as he whispers âgood girl,â - before the next thing you know, his tongue is flattening against you as he licks a firm stripe up your pussy, big hands keeping your jerking hips in place as he begins to ravish you, sucking, licking, kissing, groaning shamelessly at the taste of you and sending vibrations straight through your quivering core as you unravel beneath his touch.
âso fucking good,â he moans, sliding a finger inside of you with ease as he begins to pump it steadily in and out, practically making out with your pussy as you whimper, hands instinctively flying to his hair â you almost pull them away when suddenly he adds another digit, the stretch causing your fingers to tighten in his dark strands as your hips instinctively grind forwards against his mouth.
youâre about to apologize when yeonjun moans even deeper than before.
âthatâs it, baby,â he grunts, âuse my face. want it so bad, donât you? go ahead and chase it, cum all over daddyâs tongue.â
something unholy snaps inside of you at that.
âf-fuck-â you cry, doing exactly as he said; you canât help it as you grind your clit down on his warm tongue over and over and over, hands tightening in his hair as his fingers work impossibly faster, and a new sensation takes over you as the dam breaks and you reach your peak;
you donât realize whatâs happening at first as youâre carried through the most mind-blowing orgasm, until you feel the unusual amount of wetness soaking his sheets and hear yeonjun groaning âfuck, fuck, thatâs it, baby, thatâs it -â and heâs three fingers deep as you realize youâre squirting.
itâs as though he can read your body like a book the way he can tell when itâs suddenly too much, his pace slowing gradually until he gently slides his fingers from your sopping hole, placing a final feather-light kiss to your clit before his lips and hands move to soothe your quivering thighs.
âyou did so good, baby, holy shit..â the bottom half of his face is soaked in your juices as he mouths along your skin, hands massaging and caressing whatever his lips arenât kissing;
youâre still bewildered, and can feel the raging blush on your cheeks as youâre quick to blurt in embarrassment, âi-iâm so sorry, i didnât mean to-â
ây/n.â yeonjun looks up. âseriously, that was so fucking hot, you have no idea.â
you can see in his eyes that heâs telling the truth.
âr-really?â
he laughs, finally sitting up; âbaby, i- fuck, like, you actually have no fucking idea how sexy you are.â he pushes his hair out of his face and itâs only then that you realize how heavy heâs breathing, the bulge straining against his pants somehow a million times more prominent than it was earlier.
ây/n, iâm so turned on right now that i can hardly think straight. please-â
you meet his eyes again quickly,
âplease, i need to be inside you.â
apparently today is the day that you learn just how crazy choi yeonjun makes you, because despite your still-twitching thighs and your pussy so sensitive that youâre sure a slight breeze would send it into overdrive, your body is quick to betray you at his toe-curling words when your walls clench from the emptiness and a fresh wave of arousal gushes from your soaked heat.
âif you donât fuck me right now iâm gonna go clinically insane.â
his brows lift only for a moment before heâs laughing, swooping down to catch your lips in a kiss. âwell we canât have that, now, can we?â
he gets off the bed, your eyes hungrily tracking his every move as he peels the tank top from his torso and casts it to the ground; âfuck,â you whisper as your gaze trails down the defined ridges of his abs; âfuck,â you groan when he hooks his thumbs around the waistband of his sweatpants and pulls them down with his boxers in one go.
his cock is long and slender and flushed pink, the prettiest thing youâve ever seen as you imagine the weight of it in your mouth.
if it were anyone else, youâd wanna slap the shit-eating grin right off of his face, but this is yeonjun, and the fact that he knows heâs all that only makes him 10x hotter.
you canât tear your eyes away from his length as you sit up on your elbows to watch, and he enjoys it, pumping himself in his hand and smearing the pre-cum around his tip with a satisfied hum.
but as he reaches for the condoms in his desk drawer, you surprise both him and yourself when you stop him.
âno.â
he pauses, looking over his shoulder at you with quirked brows â
âwant you to fuck me raw.â
his mouth goes dry. you can see the fire dancing in his eyes as he slowly straightens, keeping himself under control as he asks carefully,
âare you sure?â
you bite your lip and quickly nod. âwanna feel you,â you breathe, and that does it for yeonjun as heâs back on top of you in an instant, his lips pressing to yours in a searing kiss as you moan around his swirling tongue.
his hand is on your throat, not squeezing, just resting there as if to say youâre mine, and you whine deep in your chest when you feel the tip of his cock sliding through your slippery folds.
âgonna fuck this pretty pussy so full of my cum that itâll be dripping out of it for days,â he rasps as he taps the head of his cock repeatedly over your clit, the lewd noise met with your whimpers as you grasp at his bicep.
âplease,â you whine, âwant it, please-!â
his hand slides from your neck down to squeeze your tit as he sits up and hooks one of your legs over his shoulder with his free hand.
âso good for me,â he murmurs, eyes half-lidded and lusting as he looks down at you, dragging his shaft back and forth along your slick pussy; âsuch a good girl, begging for daddy.â
and when he finally pushes the head of his cock past your entrance, stretching you open as he sinks inside, stars explode behind your eyes and you nearly cum again right there on the spot.
âfuuck..â he groans in a drawn-out moan, eyes sliding shut and head tipping back as your walls suck him in, mouth falling open before he catches his plush bottom lip between his teeth and looks back down at you through hazy eyes, giving another rough squeeze to your tit in his grasp.
he slides his hand down to press against your lower belly as he bottoms out, your hips twitching as you gasp, and with his other hand he grips your leg thatâs slung over his shoulder as he begins to grind his hips against yours.
you canât breathe, canât speak, overwhelmed by how fucking good it all feels, the head of his cock massaging places inside of you that you didnât even know existed as he rolls his hips over and over, whispering fucked-out nothings;
how tight you are, how good you feel, how heâs gonna make you forget your own name by tomorrow.
and when he starts really moving, hips separating from yours only to connect again with a lewd slap of skin on skin each time he delivers a slow, firm thrust to your cunt, holding you in place so you donât jolt up the bed â well, you never knew that something so delicious existed, and now that youâve had a taste, youâre already rendered insatiable.
you paw at any part of him that you can reach, hands finding purchase on his thighs as his pace picks up into a steady rhythm, your lips moaning and pleading and begging around words that you can hardly get out of your mouth.
âlook at you,â yeonjun coos breathlessly, âso drunk on my cock already.. perfect pussy made just for me, hm? taking daddy so well? good baby.â
he looks as blissed out as you feel, face wracked in pleasure as he picks up the pace, his hand so large where it still presses over your lower belly that his thumb is able to reach your clit, and the added stimulation along with the pressure of his palm sends your head lolling as you twitch and tremble underneath him.
âj-jjunie..!â you whimper, and you canât help the nickname from slipping between your lips; youâve never called him so intimately before, never said his name so freely, but your accidental drop of honorifics seems to stir something inside of him as he groans and fucks you harder;
âsay that again,â he grunts as you gasp out from the sudden increase in pace.
âjjunie,â you keen immediately, gripping the sheets, gripping his arms, gripping anything as a muttered curse leaves his lips and his thumb circles faster around your aching clit.
âlove it when you say my name, fuck,â he groans, hips slamming into yours and jolting you like a ragdoll as you cry out for him, the knot in your stomach tightening so fast that you swear itâs about to snap, and when he leans forward with your leg still gripped over his shoulder and his cock pounding into you at a far deeper angle than before, fireworks fill your vision as you cum around him harder than youâve ever came in your life.
âyes, yes, yes, fuck, thatâs it, cream on my cock, baby, fuck youâre so- s-so tight, fuck- just like that, let go for me, baby, good girl-â
yeonjunâs voice sounds far away as you spasm around him, his thrusts growing sloppier as your cunt clenches him so tight that it nearly forces him out; he lowers your leg back down to the bed and slows down a little to let you catch your breath but he doesnât stop, and your watery whimpers are like music to his ears as you clutch onto him desperately.
ât-too much, too much-!â you hiccup, tears spilling from your eyes at all the overwhelming sensations, but you donât actually want him to stop and he knows it too â he coos at you, hand sliding up to rest on your throat again as he leans down and licks a stripe up your neck to your ear.
âyou can give me one more, baby, canât you?â
a shiver rolls down your spine at the devilish smile in his voice, sweet like honey as he catches your earlobe between his teeth.
âone more so daddy can stuff you nice and full.â
your pussy clenches. âw-want your cum,â you whimper dumbly in response, too fucked out to think of anything else, and yeonjun smiles as he leans back and runs his hands down your body until they reach your hips and squeeze.
âi know,â his thrusts are still steady as he watches you with twinkling eyes; âand iâm gonna give it to you.â
your eyes widen in protest as he suddenly slides out of you without a warning, but the words die in your throat and are replaced with a squeak of surprise when he flips you over onto your stomach instead.
âass up for me, pretty girl.â
you obey immediately with what strength you have left in your shaky limbs, a quiet whine escaping your throat over not being able to see or touch him anymore.
his little laugh from behind you indicates that he caught it.
âdonât worry, baby,â he soothes as his hands massage over your ass, âwe have all the time in the world.â
your heart doesnât even have time to skip a beat at the promise of his words when suddenly his tongue is on your pussy, your knees nearly buckling at the heat of his mouth as he licks from your clit up to your fluttering hole, and you gasp as he spits on it before his cock enters you fully in one single thrust.
you cry out, knees buckling for real this time as he holds you up, sheets crumpled in your fists as his hips immediately pick up into a quick, dizzying pace.
âlove the way you fall apart around me,â he murmurs from behind you, squeezing your ass, âlove how you take me so wellâŚâ
you want to touch him so badly, want to see the pleasure pooling in his eyes; you donât have time to respond before he lands a smack on your ass, your surprised squeak spurring him on as he does it again, drilling into your cute little hole like it was made just for him as he breathes out a moan.
from this angle he can see the way your pussy swallows him so hungrily, and his grip on your hips tightens as he drags you back and forth on his cock.
âlove.. l-love your.. love this so much⌠w-wanna be yoursâŚâ
he almost misses your dazed mumbling over the loud sound of his hips slapping lewdly against your ass, but he makes out what you said, heart swelling in his chest and cock simultaneously twitching inside of you as he leans forward, his palm sliding up along your spine to brush the hair from your fucked-out face as he pushes your body down against the sheets, chest pressed to your back now and breath caressing your ear as he continues rocking his hips even deeper.
âyouâre mine, baby, youâre mine..â he whispers between kisses along your jaw, a reassurance, your soft whimper of a response causing him to bite back a smile as he continues,
âiâve wanted you for so long.. canât believe i finally get to have you.â his hand slips beneath you to toy with your throbbing clit, and your ass grinds back against him as a result as you moan wantonly into his sheets.
âiâve been yours since the.. fuck.. since the second i s-saw you..fuck, p-please donât stop..!â
your hips are moving with his now as he works your clit faster, mustering your strength and pushing your weight back as you desperately try to fuck yourself on his cock, on his fingers, chasing the rising wave in your belly thatâs threatening to break as he meets your quickening movements with his own.
âtouch yourself for me, baby,â he murmurs in your ear before removing his hand and propping himself up on his forearms, allowing for a more concentrated angle as he ruts into you, your choked moan muffled by the sheets as you immediately slide one hand down to rub rapidly at your clit, your other one weakly moving to tangle your fingers with his the best that you can;
âgonna cum, gonna cum,â you whimper, drool pooling at your lips, the scent of yeonjunâs cologne and the weight of his body on yours like pure intoxication as he fucks you harder, breaths heavy and staggering in your ear as he grunts,
âcum for me, baby, need to feel it, cum all over my fucking cock-â
and when your third orgasm washes over you, youâre too weak to do anything but let it, body going limp as it wracks over you in pure bliss, the warm feeling of your clenching walls finally sending yeonjun over the edge this time as he shoots his cum into you with a loud and drawn-out moan, voice breaking as he spews filthy words and incoherent curses; he presses his hips impossibly deep against yours before stuttering into sloppy thrusts to fuck himself through the rest of his orgasm as your fluttering pussy milks his cock of every last drop.
the room grows silent save for your heavy breaths, both of your chests heaving as his forehead slumps down to rest against your back; you didnât realize how tightly you were holding onto his hand until you carefully untangle your fingers from his.
he hisses from the sensitivity as he slides his twitching length out of you.
you look at yeonjun as he rolls off of your back and flops exhaustedly onto his side next to you, and when he meets your eyes, thereâs only a passing moment of silence before you both giggle.
his smile is fond and blooming with affection as he rubs a hand up and down your back, moving to smoothe the hair from your face and gently brushing his knuckles across your cheek before resting his hand on top of yours.
âhi,â he whispers.
you giggle again.
âhi,â you whisper back.
âso.. would this be a good time to ask you to be my girlfriend?â
your heart skips a beat and you bite back a smile. âi was worried youâd just want to stick to the sex..â you admit.
yeonjun shakes his head, lips forming into an endearing pout as he laces his fingers with yours.
ânah, youâre stuck with me now, princess,â he grins. âi meant what i said⌠iâve been wanting you for so long.â
an indescribable feeling flutters in your chest as you giddily turn your head to bury your face in the sheets, yeonjun laughing as he shuffles closer, rolling you over onto your back despite your giggle-ridden, poorly-executed attempts to fight him off.
you grin up at him and he grins down at you, hovering over you now with a hand on your cheek as his endeared eyes trail over each of your features as if to memorize them.
âmy girl,â he whispers, tucking your hair behind your ear.
you tilt your head up to meet his lips when he leans in and kisses you softly, your hands playing with the long hair at the nape of his neck.
âi meant what i said too,â you murmur against him.
âmine since the second you saw me, huh?â yeonjunâs cocky grin is light and teasing as you scrunch your nose at him, flicking his forehead and sending him into another pout.
âyeah, yeah. whatever, pretty boy.â
instead of responding he buries his face in your neck in a flurry of kisses as you squeal in surprise, laughing as you wiggle around underneath him;âstop, that tickles!â
âgotta make up for all the lost time when i didnât make a move,â he reasons as his kisses move to your cheeks, your nose, your lips â youâve never seen this side of yeonjun before, so soft and gentle and sweet; the fact that it seems reserved only for you sends butterflies fluttering through your tummy.
you spend your evening like that, wrapped in each otherâs arms as you talk about your relationship, talk about the feelings that led you here, talk about this and that and everything in-between;
âdoes this count as our first date?â you ask quizzically. he wrinkles his nose.
âno way, iâm gonna do the most romantic shit ever for that.â
you snort. âisnât that what this is?â
but you donât have the chance to tease him any further when the beeping sound of his apartment passcode being entered causes you both to freeze.
you were so caught up that neither of you considered the time; nor the fact that yeonjun does indeed have 4 other roommates who would in fact be coming home at some point or another.
that some point apparently being now as the rowdy chatter of your friends erupts into the foyer until you suddenly hear soobinâs tipsy mumble. âwhat the⌠what are y/nâs shoes doing here?â
you and yeonjun turn to look at each other as your friendsâ voices fall silent.
the seconds pass and you almost wonder if youâre in the clearâŚ
but of course, no peace lasts forever with beomgyu in the house.
âOH MY GOD,â he screams.
âTHEY FUCKED!â
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THE TATTOO ON MY RING FINGER â sim jaeyun
His neglect wasnât an accidentâit was a choice, one you kept excusing as âbusyâ while swallowing your hurt and waiting for him to care enough to show up. The harsh truth? He simply didn't care enough to make the effort. Remember this, ladies: if he truly wanted to, he would. "Busy" is just another word for âasshole.â And âassholeâ is another word for the man youâre married to.
word count: 22k
pairing: ceo!jake x fem!reader
featuring: enhypen, wonyoung from ive
genre: marriage of convenience, slow burn romance, enemies to lovers (kinda), second chance romance, angst
warnings: this story contains dynamics of a toxic relationship, angst and miscommunication at its peak, sensitive power dynamics, mild depictions of violence, themes of loneliness and low self-worth, implications of infidelity (no actual cheating), rich people drama, jake is kind of an asshole, sunghoon and wonyoung are married in this fic for plot purpose.
disclaimer: this is a work of pure fiction. If any context is similar to any other stories, it's either inspired (in which credit will be given) or just a coincidence. the characters' personalities, words, actions and thoughts do not represent them in real life. any resemblance to any real life events or person, present or past, are purely coincidental. i apologise in advance for any spelling or grammar mistakes. characters are aged up for plot purpose.
notes from nat: inspired by when the phone rings cause i love the colour red /hj. highly recommended to read with the playlist i curated in order! without further ado, enjoy!
tags: #tfwy thetattooonmyringfinger #tfwy au
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They say if heâs not calling, itâs because youâre not on his mind. The first time you heard it, you shrugged it off. Of course, it wasnât true. He was busy, wasnât he? Busy with work, with meetings, with people who needed his attention more than you did in that moment. You told yourself it wasn't personal when the texts became shorter, when the phone calls grew less frequent, when the hours between hearing from him stretched into days.
But over time, the silence becomes heavier. The excuses, sharper. If he promised to be home by eight and didnât show until eleven, it was work. If he forgot to call when he said he would, it was exhaustion.
You let these small disappointments settle into the cracks of your relationship, a habit you didnât even notice forming until you could barely remember what it felt like to be a priority.Â
You tell yourself heâs under pressure, that heâs got a lot on his plate. But deep down, thereâs a gnawing thought that wonât leave you alone: If he wanted to, he would. If he cared, heâd show up. Not just in the big moments, but in the small, forgettable onesâthe ones that donât require much but say everything. A text to check in, a call to ask how your day went. Something to remind you that you matter, that you still have a place in the life he leads without you.
But the truth settles in like a bitter cold creeping under your skin: he doesnât think about you the way you think about him.
When heâs late, when he misses promises, when he leaves you waitingâitâs not a fluke. Itâs a choice. And the more you excuse it, the more he learns that itâs okay to disappoint you, that your needs can always wait. Heâs fine with it because he doesnât have to feel the weight of your frustration, your sadness, your growing resentment.
"Busy" has become his favourite shield, his go-to excuse for everything. But âbusyâ is just another way of saying, "I donât care enough." âBusyâ is what he hides behind when he doesnât want to confront the fact that heâs letting you down, over and over again.Â
And each time, you forgive him. Each time, you swallow your hurt, tell yourself itâs not a big deal, and convince yourself to wait a little longer for him to make the effort youâre aching for.
But deep down, you know. "Busy" is another word for âasshole.â And âassholeâ is another word for the man youâre married to.
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A marriage of convenienceâthatâs what you call this arrangement with Sim Jaeyun. Itâs the only thing you can call it. Nothing about it feels real. No feelings. No chemistry. No intimacy. Just labels and the sweet, sweet promise of partnership, sweetened further by the monetary incentive that comes with it.Â
A deal dressed up as love.
At least, thatâs how Jaeyun sees it. For you, it wasnât always so simple.
You entered this marriage with no great love for him, true enough. Just a sense of duty and loyalty to your parents, to the company, to everything youâve been raised to uphold as the eldest daughter of your family.
Jaeyunâs aloofness during your first meeting confirmed your suspicions that he felt the same. He was another child born with a silver spoon, another soul sacrificed to family ambition. Like you, he couldnât complain about marrying someone he didnât love because his parents had done it before him.
Putting aside the whole nature of your marriage, Jaeyun wasnât a bad man.
In fact, he was decent. Polished. Accomplished. Sim Jaeyun had graduated summa cum laude from an Ivy League and, at twenty-eight, was already a legend in business circles.
They called him The Prodigyâa nickname that reverberated in the boardrooms of the elite. Women flocked to him, drawn by his sharp intellect, his undeniable charm, and, of course, his devastating good looks.
Youâd rather bite your tongue than admit it, but heâs the most attractive man youâve ever laid eyes on. Sim Jaeyun could make anyoneâs heart race with just a glance. If you had to be forced into this sham of a marriage, at least you could say you were tied to someone who didnât make you cringe every time you looked at him.
In the beginning, you played your roles so well that even you almost believed it.
To the press, to the public, you were the Dreamlike Couple. The perfect pair. Youâpoised and graceful, the epitome of elegance. Himâdriven and magnetic, a man at the pinnacle of success. Together, you seemed untouchable, the kind of pairing that only existed in fairy tales.
It was a dream. For a time.
Marrying into the Sim family meant becoming the perfect housewife, a shadow to Jaeyunâs brilliance. Your days revolved around himâensuring his comfort, supporting his exhausting nine-to-five (more like nine-to-midnight) grind.
And in return, Jaeyun played his part too. He brought you flowers, sat across from you at candlelit dinners, and whisked you away for picture-perfect dates on the rare weekends he wasnât buried in work.
It wasnât love, but it was enough. And slowly, against all your better instincts, you fell for him.
You fell for himânot all at once, but slowly, like the steady drip of a leaking faucet, each drop carving its way into your heart.Â
It was in the small, unexpected moments: the way his eyes softened when he asked if you were settling in well, the rare, fleeting smile that lit up his otherwise composed face, the quiet patience with which he listened when you nervously rambled about your day.Â
He was kind in ways that felt almost invisible, offering you a coat when you forgot yours, leaving your favourite coffee on the counter without a word, defending you in meetings with his parents when they criticised your choices. It wasnât the grand gestures that pulled you in, but the subtletiesâthe way he seemed to remember the little things about you, like the books you loved or the songs that made you hum along absentmindedly.
You started to believe, naively perhaps, that behind the formalities and the distance, there was something real. Something that could grow.
And in those moments, you let your guard down, foolishly allowing hope to slip through the cracks of your carefully constructed defences.
But what started as a dream turned into a slow-brewing nightmare.
It took a year.
Just one year for the cracks in Jaeyunâs performance to show. Maybe he got tired of pretending. Maybe the strain of coming home to a wife he didnât love became too much. Whatever it was, the distance between you started to grow.
The flowers stopped coming. The dinners grew silent, then ceased altogether. Dates became a thing of the past. The man who once made you feel like you were part of his world now barely acknowledged your existence.
You tried to rationalise it at first. He was busy, wasnât he? Work was demanding. Meetings ran late. Deadlines piled up. Days would pass without a word from him.
But the excuses only held for so long. Because deep down, you knew. If Jaeyun wanted to, he would. If he cared, heâd find the time. He wouldnât leave you sitting alone at the dinner table or waiting for a call that never came. He wouldnât let the silence stretch until it swallowed what little connection you had left.
And yet, you forgave him. Over and over again. Each missed promise. Each broken gesture. You told yourself it wasnât a big deal, that you could bear it. But with every disappointment you let slide, Jaeyun learned he could let you down without consequence.
Now, as you lie awake in the vast emptiness of your bedâyes, your bed, in your room, the one he rarely steps foot in anymoreâyou canât help but wonder: Was it ever real? Did he ever try, even for a moment? Or had he always been this indifferent, just more skilled at masking it in the beginning?
Sim Jaeyunâthe prodigy, the golden boy, the man you once dared to believe you could build a life withâhas become little more than a stranger. A stranger who wears a ring that matches yours, yet feels worlds apart. And here you are, left holding the shattered pieces of a marriage that, in truth, was never whole to begin with.
You shouldâve known, from the moment he slipped that ring onto your fingerâa ring just a fraction too tightâthat you were always going to feel suffocated. It was a perfect metaphor, really.
Now, every time you return homeâwhether itâs from mingling with the polished wives of his business partners, or from a solitary stroll in the parkâyou make a ritual of sliding the ring off, desperate to feel untethered, if only for a little while.
But no matter how many times you remove it, you can never truly escape him. Because the ring, with the way it pressed into your skin, leaves its imprintâa faint indentation that lingers long after itâs gone, marking you not as a partner but as a possession of the Sim family.
It feels like a cruel irony, that even without the ring, Sim Jaeyunâs grasp remains, his mark on you inerasable, etched into your skin and your soul like a tattoo.
The clock on the wall ticks steadily, mocking you with its rhythmic precision as the evening stretches into night. The once-flickering hope youâd clung toâthat Jaeyun might remember this dayâhas long since withered, replaced by a familiar, hollow ache.
The dining table is set, the soft glow of candles casting shadows across the untouched plates. Youâd debated with yourself earlier, wondering if it was worth the effort. But some stubborn part of you refused to let the day pass unnoticed.
After all, itâs your wedding anniversary. Even if Jaeyun doesnât care, you do.
By the time the clock strikes eleven, the candles have burned low, the food long gone cold. You sit in the dim light, your hands clasped tightly in your lap, willing yourself not to cry.
When the front door finally opens, the faint sound of Jaeyunâs footsteps echoes through the house. He steps into the living room, his tie loosened and his hair slightly disheveled.
He looks tiredâno, careless. He doesnât even notice the table or the candles.
"Youâre still awake?" he asks, his tone neutral, almost surprised.
You rise slowly, your voice calm despite the storm raging inside you. "Itâs our anniversary, Jaeyun."
He freezes, his brows knitting together as if trying to recall something important. The blank look on his face confirms what you already knew. He forgot.
"Shit," he mutters, rubbing the back of his neck. "Iâm sorry. Work was crazy today. I didnâtâ"
"Donât," you cut him off, your voice trembling. "Donât tell me it was work. Donât make another excuse."
He looks at you, clearly unprepared for the edge in your tone. "Itâs not an excuse. I was genuinely busy."
"Busy," you repeat, the word dripping with bitterness. "Youâre always busy, Jaeyun. Too busy to call, too busy to show up, too busy to even remember the day we got married. Do you even care at all?"
His expression hardens, and he steps closer, his tone defensive. "Of course I care. But I have responsibilities, and I canât just drop everythingâ"
"Responsibilities?" you snap, your voice rising. "What about your responsibility to me? To this marriage? Or does that come last, after work and meetings and everything else that apparently matters more than I do?"
"You act like I donât try," he snaps, his tone sharper now. "I work my ass off to give us a good life, to make sure you have everything you need."
"I donât need your money, Jaeyun!" you shout, your anger finally spilling over. "I need you! I need a husband who shows up, who cares, who remembers things that matter. But instead, I get thisâthis stranger who walks through the door whenever he feels like it and expects me to be okay with it."
He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Youâre overreacting."
The words hit you like a slap. "Overreacting?" you echo, incredulous. "You think Iâm overreacting because Iâm upset that you forgot our anniversary? Because Iâm tired of being the only one who gives a damn about this marriage?"
His eyes darken, and his frustration boils over. "Thatâs because it isnât real!" he snaps, his words slicing through the air like a blade.
You freeze, the weight of his admission sinking into your chest.
"This marriage," he continues, his tone sharp and unrelenting, "was never about love. It was a deal. You knew that going in. So donât stand there acting like I owe you something I never promised."
His words hit you like a sledgehammer to the face, leaving you momentarily breathless.
"I knew what it was," you say, your voice shaking but steadying as the anger flares in your chest. "But I didnât sign up to be treated like Iâm invisible. I didnât agree to be an afterthought, Jaeyun. Iâve been tryingâtryingâto make this work. And what have you done? Youâve shut me out. Youâve made it clear, over and over, that I donât matter."
Jaeyun exhales harshly, rubbing the back of his neck. "I didnât mean it like that," he mutters.
"Yes, you did," you say, your voice soft but cold. "And thatâs the worst part. You meant every word."
The silence between you is deafening. Jaeyun doesnât apologise, doesnât take back what he said. He just stands there, his expression unreadable, as if waiting for the conversation to end.
Finally, Jaeyun exhales, his shoulders slumping slightly. "I donât know what you want me to say," he mutters.
"I donât want you to say anything," you reply, your voice quieter now but no less firm. "I want you to do something. But I donât think youâre capable of that, are you?"
He doesnât answer, and the silence feels like confirmation.
You swallow the lump in your throat, tears threatening to spill but held back by sheer force of will. "I donât know why I keep hoping for more from you," you whisper. "Youâve made it clear that Iâll never get it."
Without waiting for his response, you turn and walk away, leaving him standing alone in the living room. The weight in your chest grows heavier with each step, but you donât look back. Once inside your room, you close the door softly behind you, the sound somehow softer than the silence that follows.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, you let out a shaky breath and yank the ring off your finger as if itâs searing your skin. Itâs almost instinctual, the need to rid yourself of the weight of itâthe reminder of promises that were never real. You clutch the ring tightly in your palm for a moment before tossing it onto the nightstand with a dull clink.
You stare down at your hand, at the faint imprint left behind, the tattoo burned into your ring finger. No matter how many times you take the ring off, the mark remains, mocking you with its permanence.Â
A bitter laugh escapes your lips as tears prick your eyes, the ache in your chest impossible to ignore. You press your hands to your face, trying to smother the sob threatening to break free.
Back in the living room, the faint crackle of dying candles echoes in the stillness. Jaeyun doesnât follow. He doesnât knock on the door, doesnât call your name. He stays where you left him, as he always does, letting the silence speak for him.
The last candle sputters out, plunging the house into darkness. You lie back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, your chest hollow but your mind racing.Â
The ring is now firmly back on your finger, snug against the faint tattoo that refuses to fade.
You sit outside the cafĂŠ you frequent so often that the barista doesnât even ask for your order anymore, simply bringing your tea the way you like it. The faint clink of ceramic against the table pulls you from your thoughts, and you wrap your hands around the warm cup, as if it can somehow melt the cold ache inside you.
You stir your tea aimlessly, watching the steam spiral into the cool autumn air. Across from you, Wonyoung sits with her usual effortless grace, her beige trench coat draped neatly over her chair, her gold earrings catching the soft light.
"Alright," Wonyoung begins, placing her cup down with a decisive clink. "Spill. Youâve had that look on your face all morning. Whatâs going on?"
You sigh, leaning back in your chair as the weight of her gaze settles on you. Wonyoung isnât just your best friendâsheâs family now, married to your brother, Sunghoon. That makes her one of the few people who can truly see through you, no matter how much you try to hide.
"Itâs nothing," you mutter, though your voice betrays you.
"Thatâs a terrible lie, and you know it," she says, narrowing her eyes. "Is it Jaeyun again?"
The mention of his name sends a pang through your chest, and you glance away, focusing on the street outside. "Itâs always Jaeyun," you admit quietly. "I feel like⌠Iâm stuck. He doesnât care, Wonyoung. About me, about us, about anything that isnât his work or his image. Yesterday was the three year anniversary of our marriage. He forgot, and I donât even know why Iâm still trying."
Her jaw tightens, her usually soft expression hardening in a way you rarely see. "That bastard," she mutters under her breath, leaning forward. "You know, Iâve been keeping my mouth shut for months because I didnât want to overstep, but Iâm this close to calling him out. He doesnât deserve you. Not even a little."
You try to smile, but itâs weak, and the ache in your chest doesnât ease. "Itâs not that simple," you say, voice barely above a whisper. "I signed up for this. I knew what it was. And heâs not awful, you know? Heâs just⌠distant. Cold."
Wonyoung reaches across the table, her hand warm as it wraps around yours. Her grip is firm, grounding. "Listen to me," she says, her voice steady and fierce. "You deserve more than 'not awful.' You deserve someone who looks at you the way Sunghoon looks at me when I burn toast. Like youâre the best thing thatâs ever happened to them, no matter how messy or imperfect things get."
Her words bring a faint smile to your lips. Youâve always envied the dynamic between Wonyoung and Sunghoonâhow they somehow balance each other perfectly. "You and Sunghoon," you say softly, "you make it look so easy."
Wonyoung chuckles, leaning back in her chair. "It wasnât always like that. Do you remember how we met?"
You nod vaguely, but she doesnât wait for an answer.
"It was at one of those insufferable charity galas," she says, rolling her eyes. "I was cornered by some overzealous CEO trying to pitch his latest venture, and Sunghoon swooped in out of nowhere, pretending we were old friends to rescue me."
A small laugh escapes you as you picture it. "Classic Sunghoon."
"Right?" Wonyoung grins. "I thought he was just being polite, but then he started showing up at every event I attended. At first, I thought it was a coincidence, but your brother isnât exactly subtle."
"Heâs not," you agree with a smile.
"One day, he asked me to dinnerâno pretense, no excuse. Just, âWonyoung, letâs go out.â And⌠I donât know. He wasnât like the other guys. He didnât treat me like some prize to win or a business deal to close. He just wanted me."
The warmth in her voice tugs at something in your chest, a bittersweet ache. "And the rest is history," you say softly.
"Not quite." Wonyoung smirks. "Do you know he proposed to me on the ice rink? He can barely skate, but he insisted on doing it there because I mentioned once how much I loved skating as a kid. He spent more time falling than kneeling."
The image of your brotherâstoic, composed Sunghoonâfumbling on the ice (LOL) makes you laugh, the sound spilling out unexpectedly.
"Thatâs Sunghoon for you," you say, shaking your head. "Always dramatic."
"But always sincere," Wonyoung says, her expression softening. "And thatâs my point. Love isnât about grand gestures or perfection. Itâs about showing up, every day, even when itâs hard. Jaeyun doesnât do that for you, and it breaks my heart to see you settling for so little when you deserve so much more.
Her analogy draws a laugh from you, even if itâs faint. "Itâs not like I can just leave," you say softly. "You know how our families are. It would be a scandal. And, honestly, what would I even do? This marriage is all I have right now."
"No," Wonyoung says sharply, her voice cutting through your doubt. "You are so much more than this marriage. And if Jaeyun or your family canât see that, then screw them."
Her conviction startles you, and you blink at her, taken aback. Wonyoung is always poised, diplomatic, rarely letting her emotions boil over. But now her eyes burn with a protectiveness that makes your throat tighten.
"You know what you need?" she says, her tone softening slightly. "A break. Come stay with Sunghoon and me for a while. Iâll make him cook for usâhe owes me after shrinking my favourite sweater last week."
You chuckle despite yourself, the image of Sunghoon fumbling in the kitchen almost absurd. "Sunghoon? Cooking? Are you trying to punish me?"
Wonyoung grins, mischief flickering in her eyes. "Okay, fine, Iâll cook. But seriously, think about it. You donât have to keep carrying this weight on your own. Iâm here. Always."
Her words settle over you like a blanket, warm and reassuring. Wonyoung has always been your safe haven, her loyalty a reminder that not everyone in your life sees you as a means to an end.
"Thanks, Wony," you say softly, giving her hand a small squeeze.
"Anytime," she replies, her smile warm and genuine. Then, with a dramatic sigh, she leans back in her chair. "Now, letâs talk about something that doesnât make me want to hunt Jaeyun down and throttle him. Did you see the dress Jennie wore to that gala last week? Gorgeous, but the heelsâugh, pure torture."
You laugh, grateful for the change in topic. For the first time in what feels like forever, the weight on your chest feels lighter. Wonyoung chats animatedly, her presence a rare moment of warmth in the cold, suffocating reality of your life.
The house is quiet, save for the faint ticking of the clock in the hallway. You sit curled up on the couch, a book open in your lap, though the words blur together as your thoughts wander. The faint scent of candles lingers in the air, remnants of a night spent trying to make this house feel like a home.
When the front door opens, you donât look up immediately. Jaeyun steps inside, his footsteps heavy against the hardwood floor. You can hear him shrug off his coat and place his bag on the console table, his movements measured. He doesnât call out for you, and you wonder if he assumes youâre already asleep.
It isnât until he steps into the living room that you glance up. His tie is loosened, and his shirt is slightly wrinkledâa rare imperfection in the man who always seems so put-together.
"Hey," he says softly, his voice hesitant.
You close your book, setting it aside as you nod. "Hi."
Jaeyun stands there for a moment, his hands in his pockets, as if unsure how to proceed. The silence stretches, the weight of your last argument hanging between you like an unwelcome guest.
"Can we talk?" he finally asks, his tone tentative.
You sit up straighter, your heart tightening. "What about?"
He exhales, running a hand through his hair as he sits down on the armchair across from you. "About us," he says, his gaze flickering to yours. "About everything."
The sincerity in his voice catches you off guard, and for a moment, hope flutters in your chest. Maybe heâs ready to finally have the conversation youâve been waiting for.
"Okay," you say quietly, folding your hands in your lap.
"I know Iâve been⌠distant," Jaeyun begins, his voice low. "And I know itâs been hard for you. For us. But Iâm trying, I really am."
You nod, though the words feel empty, familiar in a way that makes your chest ache. "What does âtryingâ mean to you, Jaeyun?"
He hesitates, his brow furrowing. "It means Iâm doing everything I can to balance everything. Work, this marriageâ"
"Work," you cut in, your tone sharper than you intended. "It always comes back to work, doesnât it?"
Jaeyun frowns, leaning forward slightly. "Itâs not just about work. You know how demanding my job is. Itâs not like I can just drop everything."
"Iâm not asking you to drop everything," you say, your voice trembling with frustration. "Iâm asking you to show up. To put me first, just once. To prove that this marriage means something to you beyond a contract."
"I do care," he insists, his voice rising slightly. "Why do you think I work so hard? Iâm doing this for usâfor you."
"No, Jaeyun," you reply, shaking your head. "Youâre doing this for you. For your image, for your career. Donât pretend this is about us when you canât even remember the last time you asked me how Iâm doing."
He opens his mouth to respond, then closes it, his jaw tightening. "Iâm trying," he says again, but it sounds more like a defense than a promise.
You lean back against the couch, the faint hope you felt earlier slipping through your fingers. "Trying isnât enough," you say softly.
The words hang in the air, heavy and unrelenting. Jaeyun looks at you, his expression conflicted, as if heâs searching for something to say that will fix this. But instead, he leans back in his chair, his hands gripping the armrests.
"I have a big meeting tomorrow," he says finally, his tone almost apologetic. "But we can talk more after. Okay?"
You let out a bitter laugh, shaking your head as you look away. "Of course," you murmur. "After work."
Jaeyun flinches at the sarcasm in your voice but doesnât argue. Instead, he stands, running a hand through his hair as he glances toward the hallway. "Iâll see you in the morning," he says quietly before walking away.
You donât respond, your gaze fixed on the flickering candle on the coffee table. The room feels emptier than it did before he arrived, the silence colder, more suffocating.
The sound of his footsteps fades as he retreats to his office, leaving you alone with the oppressive quiet of the house. The weight of his absence feels heavier than the space he occupied just moments ago, pressing down on your chest.
Youâre angry. Furious, even. The kind of anger that comes not from one isolated hurt but from countless small disappointments piling up into something unbearable. You feel wronged, neglected, like a ghost haunting a house that was never really yours to begin with.
To make matters worse, his words from yesterday night echo in your mind, sharp and cutting: "This marriage isnât real."
And youâre remindedâagainâof what you shouldnât need reminding of. Jaeyun wasnât wrong. This marriage, with its polished façade and perfect pretenses, was built on nothing but a deal. A contract. A partnership that never promised love, only convenience.
You shouldnât be holding him to the vows he read off a script prepared by his secretary, each word meticulously chosen for the press release that followed your wedding. You shouldnât be expecting more from him when you went into this deal without any expectations.
Heâs right, as always. He always is.
You just hate to admit it.
You hate that youâve let yourself forget the terms. Hate that youâve let hope slip through the cracks and take root where it was never meant to grow. You hate that his indifference, while expected, still feels like rejection. And you hate that despite everythingâdespite the truth youâve known from the beginningâyou still feel like youâve been betrayed.
Jaeyun didnât lie to you. He didnât promise anything he hasnât delivered. Youâre the one who strayed from the script, letting feelings creep in where they had no business being.
But even knowing that, the ache doesnât fade. It settles deeper, rooting itself in your chest like a splinter you canât quite remove.
Itâs fake, you tell yourself again. But no matter how many times you repeat it, it doesnât feel any less real to you.
The house feels colder now, the weight of Jaeyunâs indifference wrapping around you like a heavy fog. In the distance, you can faintly hear Jaeyun moving around in his office, his presence more distant than the sound of wind outside your window.Â
You sit on the couch, staring at nothing in particular, your thoughts circling back to the offer Wonyoung extended to you at the cafĂŠ.
It hits you like a revelation, though it shouldnât. Some time away from Jaeyun, from this house, from the constant ache of trying and failing, might be exactly what you need. You exhale sharply, almost laughing at yourself. Geez, what took you so long to figure that out?
Before you can second-guess the idea, you pick up your phone and dial Wonyoungâs number. She answers on the first ring.
"Hey," she says brightly, as if sheâs been waiting for your call.
"Is your offer still open?" you ask hesitantly, gripping the phone tighter.
"Of course it is," she replies without missing a beat. "When do you want me to pick you up?"
"Now?" you say, wincing slightly at how desperate you sound.
"Perfect," she chirps. "Give me ten minutes."
And she delivers, just as she always does. Not even ten minutes later, you hear the low purr of a car engine outside your gate. You peek out the window to see Wonyoung and her bright pink Porsche, the car gleaming under the streetlights. Sheâs leaning against the driverâs side door, sunglasses perched softly atop her nose, her effortless glamour making her look like sheâs stepped out of a magazine shoot.
She waves when she spots you. "Come on!" she calls, her voice light but filled with purpose. "Grab your things and get in."
You hesitate for a moment, glancing back at the house. Itâs quiet, the kind of quiet that feels heavy, oppressive. You donât even know if Jaeyun has noticed youâre still sitting out here, much less that youâre about to leave.
Shaking off the thought, you grab an overnight bag youâd hastily packed and head out. As you reach the car, Wonyoung slides her sunglasses down slightly to look at you, her expression softening.
"You donât have to explain anything right now," she says, opening the passenger door for you. "Just get in."
You slip into the car, the plush leather seats a stark contrast to the cold, hard reality youâve been living. As soon as youâre buckled in, Wonyoung cranks up the musicâa pop song you vaguely recogniseâand pulls away from the gate with a flourish.
"You did the right thing," she says after a moment, glancing over at you. "Sometimes, you just need space to see things clearly."
You nod, though the knot in your chest hasnât quite loosened. Still, as the familiar streets blur past and Wonyoungâs confident energy fills the car, you feel the faintest flicker of relief.
The soft hum of the kettle fills Wonyoung and Sunghoonâs kitchen, blending with the faint sound of rain tapping against the window. Wonyoung hums as she busies herself making tea, while you sit at the counter, wrapped in a blanket she insisted you take the moment you arrived. Itâs warm hereânot just from the heater, but from the unmistakable feeling of being cared for, a sensation youâve been starved of for far too long.
"I swear, this house is the only place where I donât feel like Iâm suffocating," you admit softly, watching the steam curl up from your cup.
"Youâre always welcome here," Wonyoung says, placing a hand on your shoulder. "Even if Sunghoon pretends to be annoyed, you know he loves having you around."
The sound of footsteps descending the stairs interrupts her, and Sunghoon appears in the doorway, his hair damp from a shower. His sharp features are set in an expression of irritation that immediately reminds you of how he looked when you were both kids and heâd caught someone picking on you.
"Youâre staying the weekend, right?" Sunghoon asks, crossing his arms as he leans against the doorframe.
You hesitate, fiddling with the edge of your blanket. "If itâs okay. I donât want to imposeâ"
"Impose?" Sunghoon cuts you off, his voice firm. "You think youâre imposing by needing space from that asshole? Please. Stay as long as you want."
You wince slightly at his tone. Sunghoon rarely speaks about Jaeyun directly, but you know heâs never approved of how distant your marriage has become. And now, with you physically seeking refuge in his home, it seems his patience has run out.
"Sunghoon," Wonyoung warns gently, though sheâs clearly on your side.
"No, babe, she needs to hear this," Sunghoon says, stepping closer. His dark eyes meet yours, softening just slightly. "You deserve so much better than how he treats you. Iâve kept quiet because I thought maybe heâd figure it out, but he hasnât. And I donât know what itâll take for you to realise that youâre too good for him."
"Sunghoon," you mumble, feeling a lump rise in your throat.
"Youâve given him everything," he continues, his voice tight with anger, "and what has he done? He keeps you at armâs length, barely puts in the effort, and makes you question your own worth. If he canât see how incredible you are, then screw him."
"Sunghoon, thatâs enough," Wonyoung says firmly, though her eyes flick to you with concern.
Sunghoon exhales, running a hand through his hair. "Iâm sorry," he mutters, his tone softening. "I just⌠I hate seeing you like this. Youâre my sister. Iâm supposed to protect you."
You blink rapidly, fighting back tears. "I know," you whisper. "And I appreciate it. But itâs complicated."
"It doesnât have to be," he replies, his voice low.
Before you can respond, your phone buzzes on the counter. The screen lights up with a notification, and your stomach twists when you see the name: Jaeyun.
Wonyoung leans over, glancing at the screen. "Let me guess," she says dryly. "Heâs just now noticing youâre not home."
You bite your lip, hesitating before picking up the phone. The message is short, as always.
Jaeyun: Where are you?
Itâs not the words that make your chest tighten, but the tone you imagine as you read themâdetached, almost transactional. Thereâs no concern, no affection. Just a question, as if youâre a misplaced item he needs to locate.
Sunghoon notices your reaction immediately. "What did he say?" he asks, his voice sharp again.
You hold up the phone, showing him the message. His expression darkens, and Wonyoung sighs, placing a hand on his arm.
"Donât," she says softly.
"Iâm not going to text him," Sunghoon snaps. "But if he thinks he can just demand to know where she is after everythingâ"
"Sunghoon, please," you interject, your voice shaky. "Itâs fine. Iâll⌠Iâll handle it."
"No, itâs not fine," he says firmly. "But I get it. Just donât let him guilt you into going back before youâre ready, okay?"
You nod, though your fingers tremble as you type out a response.
You: Iâm staying at Sunghoonâs for the weekend.
It feels like a small act of defiance, but even hitting send makes your heart race. You place the phone face down on the counter, half-expecting an immediate reply.
"Good," Wonyoung says, her voice gentle. "Let him sit with that. He needs to know youâre not going to drop everything for him anymore."
"Sheâs right," Sunghoon adds. "And if he tries anything, you know Iâll handle it."
"If our parents finds out youâre always trying to start shit with Jaeyun, theyâd be furious," you half-joke, swirling the tea in your cup. Thereâs a thin thread of humour in your voice, but itâs tied to a hard truth you both know too well. Your parents owe their entire business to the Sim family.
At the edge of bankruptcy, your marriage to Sim Jaeyun had been the final card they could play, a lifeline they clung to when everything else was crumbling. It worked, of course. The Sims, with their wealth and power, lifted your familyâs business from ruin.
And in this, as in so many other things, you lose to Sim Jaeyun.
Be it in this sham of a marriage, in the tenuous stability of your familyâs finances, you know the Sims donât need you. Not really. Not as much as you need them.
Sunghoon leans back in his chair, his expression darkening. "You know I never agreed to marrying you off to that family, despite the consequences," he says, his voice low but resolute.
"I know," you reply softly, your gaze falling to your cup. "You got into a huge fight with Father over it. But you also know Iâd do it anyway, even if you tried to stop me."
"Unfortunately, youâre as stubborn as a mule," he mutters, though his tone is fond. He exhales sharply, his brow furrowing. "But I hope you know youâre not tied down to this marriage anymore. Our familyâs doing significantly better than it was three years ago, with or without the Sim backing us up. You can divorce him, if you want to."
The words hit you harder than you expect. Divorce. Youâve thought about it in the quiet corners of your mind, but hearing Sunghoon say it aloud feels different. It feels real.
"Iâll⌠sit on it," you say after a moment, your voice barely above a whisper.
Sunghoon studies you carefully, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly. He knows you too well, knows that even though Jaeyun pretends you donât exist most of the time, youâre still hanging onto that faint, stubborn hope that things might go back to how they were in the beginning. Even if you canât admit it to yourself.
He doesnât push. He simply nods, leaning forward to rest a hand on your shoulder. "Just remember, youâre not alone in this," he says firmly. "Whatever you decide, Iâve got your back."
You manage a small smile, the lump in your throat easing slightly. For the first time in a long while, you feel supportedâtruly supported.
As the rain continues to patter against the windows, Wonyoung pulls you into a conversation about dinner plans, her voice light and teasing as she asks Sunghoon to attempt making something edible for once. The tension in the room softens, and for a brief moment, you let yourself breathe.
Your phone buzzes faintly on the table, and your heart skips when you see Jaeyunâs name. The message isnât anything specialânothing more than a curt reply to the one you sent earlier. Itâs impersonal, distant, but you tell yourself itâs enough.
At least, thatâs what you try to tell yourself.
The house is eerily quiet when you step inside, the echo of your keys hitting the console table filling the space. You kick off your shoes and glance around, expecting the usual stillness of a house thatâs more empty than lived-in. Jaeyun should already be at work. Itâs Monday morning, and his schedule is usually airtight at the start of the week.
You place your weekend bag by the stairs, your chest feeling lighter than it has in months. The time with Wonyoung and Sunghoon had been a breath of fresh air, a reprieve from the weight of this house and everything it represents.
But as you make your way toward the kitchen, something feels⌠off.
The air is heavy, and thereâs no sign of the usual orderliness Jaeyun insists on. A mug sits abandoned on the counter, and his shoes are still by the doorâthings that wouldnât be there if heâd left for the office.
Curious, you make your way upstairs, the faintest sense of unease prickling at your skin. The door to Jaeyunâs room is slightly ajar, and when you push it open, your breath catches.
Heâs there, lying in bed, his usually impeccable appearance replaced by disheveled hair and a pale complexion. The blanket is pulled up to his chin, and the faint flush on his cheeks tells you everything you need to know.
Heâs sick.
"Jaeyun?" you say softly, stepping into the room.
He stirs at the sound of your voice, his eyelids fluttering open. His usual sharp gaze is dulled, clouded by fever. "Youâre back," he murmurs, his voice hoarse.
"I thought youâd be at work," you say, approaching the bed cautiously.
He lets out a weak chuckle that quickly dissolves into a cough. "I tried," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. "Made it as far as the shower before I gave up."
For a moment, youâre not sure what to do. This is new territory for both of you. But then something shifts inside you, something instinctive. You sit on the edge of the bed, reaching out to press the back of your hand to his forehead.
"Youâre burning up," you say, frowning. "Why didnât you call someone?"
"I didnât think it was that bad," he mutters, closing his eyes again.
You sigh, standing up and glancing around the room. "Stay here. Iâll be back."
His lips twitch, almost as if he wants to argue, but he doesnât. Instead, he watches you leave, his usually stoic expression softening ever so slightly.
You return a few minutes later with a damp cloth, a glass of water, and the medicine you keep stocked in the kitchen. Jaeyun doesnât protest as you sit beside him again, carefully pressing the cloth to his forehead.
"You donât have to do this," he says, though his voice lacks conviction.
"I know," you reply simply.
He watches you for a moment, his gaze softer than youâre used to. "Thank you," he murmurs.
You nod, focusing on your task. Thereâs a quiet intimacy in the moment, the kind you havenât felt in a long time.
As you help him sit up to take the medicine, his hand brushes against yours, and for a second, neither of you moves. Itâs such a small, fleeting thing, but it feels monumental in the stillness of the room.
"Youâve done this before," he says suddenly, his voice tinged with curiosity.
You raise an eyebrow. "Taken care of someone whoâs sick? Of course."
"No," he says, shaking his head slightly. "You. Youâre⌠good at this. Gentle."
The comment catches you off guard, and you glance away, busying yourself with adjusting the blanket. "Itâs nothing," you say quietly.
But Jaeyun doesnât let it drop. "Itâs not nothing," he says, his voice softer now. "I donât think Iâve ever noticed that about you before."
The words hang between you, and for the first time in years, you see something in his expression that isnât indifference or frustration. Itâs gratitude.
"Rest," you say, deflecting the moment as you stand. "Iâll check on you later."
"Wait," he says, his voice stopping you in your tracks.
You turn, surprised. "What?"
"Will you⌠keep me company?" he asks, his tone hesitant. "Just for a little while."
Your heart clenches, and despite everything, you nod. "Okay."
You sit back down, leaning against the headboard as Jaeyun closes his eyes, his breathing evening out. For a while, you watch him, the tension in his face melting away as sleep takes over.
And in that quiet moment, with the soft hum of the rain outside and the warmth of his presence beside you, something shifts.
You open your eyes to find yourself tucked into the comforter of a bed you never thought youâd ever lie in again. The unfamiliar weight of the blankets is warm against your skin, but it takes a moment for you to orient yourself. The room is dim now, the last traces of sunlight gone, replaced by the faint glow of the bedside lamp.
The house is silent, and most notably, Jaeyun is no longer where you left him.
A faint pang of concern rises in your chest as you sit up, running a hand through your hair. He was feverish just hours ago, barely coherent. The fact that heâs no longer in bed is enough to pull you out of the comfort of his room.
You step into the hallway, glancing around. The living room is just as still and empty as it was when you first returned this morning, the silence almost oppressive.
Then, out of the corner of your eye, you spot it: the familiar glow spilling out from under the door to Jaeyunâs office.
You narrow your eyes. Donât tell meâŚ
You walk toward the door, heart sinking with every step. Pushing it open slightly, you find him perched over his laptop, his face illuminated by the screen. His fingers move swiftly across the keyboard, his focus unbroken. He didnât even bother changing out of the clothes he slept in, the faint flush on his cheeks a reminder that heâs still sick.
"Jaeyun," you say, your voice sharper than you intended.
He startles slightly, his gaze flicking up to meet yours. For a moment, he looks almost guilty, but the expression is fleeting. His face hardens, and heâs back to his usual selfâdetached, dismissive.
"What are you doing?" you demand, stepping into the room. "You should be resting."
"Iâm fine," he replies curtly, his attention already shifting back to the screen.
"Youâre not fine," you retort, your frustration bubbling over. "You had a fever this morning. You could barely sit up. And now youâre here, working as if nothing happened?"
He doesnât answer, his fingers hovering over the keyboard.
"Why do you do this to yourself?" you ask, your tone softening despite your anger. "Why canât you just take a break for once?"
"Because I donât have the luxury of taking a break," he snaps, his voice sharp. He glances at you briefly, his eyes glinting with something you canât quite place. "Not everyone can afford to stop when things get difficult."
You flinch at his words, but you refuse to back down. "Youâre not invincible, Jaeyun. Youâre sick. Pushing yourself like this is only going to make it worse."
For a moment, he says nothing. Then, with a heavy sigh, he closes his laptop and leans back in his chair. His face is pale, the dark circles under his eyes more pronounced in the harsh light of the office.
"Why do you care?" he asks quietly, his voice devoid of its usual edge.
The question catches you off guard, and for a moment, you donât know how to respond. Why do you care? After everything, after the distance and the arguments, why do you still feel this pull toward him?
"Because someone has to," you say finally, your voice steady. "And whether you like it or not, that someone is me."
He blinks, clearly not expecting your answer. His expression softens, the usual mask of indifference slipping just enough for you to catch a glimpse of the man he used to beâor maybe the man he still is, buried under all the walls heâs built.
"Come on," you say gently, nodding toward the door. "You need to lie down."
To your surprise, he doesnât argue. He stands slowly, wincing slightly as he stretches. As he follows you out of the office, the silence between you feels less heavy, less hostile.
Back in his room, you watch as he climbs into bed, his movements sluggish. You adjust the blankets around him, your hand brushing against his briefly.
"Youâre stubborn," you say softly, a faint attempt at teasing.
He lets out a weak chuckle, closing his eyes. "Takes one to know one."
You smile despite yourself, stepping back toward the door to give him space. But before you can leave, his voice stops you.
"Stay," he says quietly.
You freeze, your hand still on the doorframe. âSo I can find you missing again when I wake up?â You joke, but you know it got lost on him when you spot the hint of guilt that colour his face.
"Just⌠stay," he repeats, his voice barely above a whisper. His eyes open, and for a fleeting moment, you see something vulnerable in his gaze.
You hesitate, your mind racing. Despite the years of being his wife, despite all the public pretenses and shared spaces, Jaeyun has never asked you to stayânot like this.
"Okay," you say finally, your voice soft. You move back toward the bed, sitting gingerly on the edge, unsure of what to expect.
Jaeyun shifts slightly, making space for you. "Lie down," he murmurs, his tone almost⌠tender.
You blink at him, stunned, but something in his expressionâtired, openâcompels you to obey. Slowly, you lie down beside him, careful to keep a polite distance. The room is quiet, the sound of your breaths the only thing breaking the stillness.
But then you feel it.
His arm snakes around your waist, tentative at first but firm as it settles. You inhale sharply, your body stiffening under his touch. Despite being his lawfully wedded wife, whose only purpose, it seems, is to sit there and look pretty, Jaeyun has never once touched youânot like this. Not in an intimate setting. Not at all.
"Jaeyun," you whisper, your voice catching.
"Donât," he interrupts softly, his voice muffled against your shoulder. "Just⌠let me. Just for a moment."
You donât move, your heart racing as the weight of his arm presses against you, grounding you in a way you hadnât anticipated. His warmth seeps into you, a stark contrast to the cold distance youâve grown so accustomed to.
For a long while, neither of you speaks. The silence stretches, but it isnât uncomfortable. Instead, it feels like something fragile and unspoken is passing between you, an unsteady bridge forming where there had only been a chasm before.
"Thank you," he murmurs finally, his breath warm against your neck.
"For what?" you ask, your voice barely audible.
"For being here," he replies simply.
You close your eyes, your hand hovering uncertainly before resting lightly on top of his. "Get some rest, Jaeyun," you say softly.
His hold on you tightens ever so slightly, and for the first time, you let yourself lean into his touch. As Jaeyunâs breathing evens out and the warmth of his presence lulls you into stillness, you feel something unexpected stir in your chest.Â
Not hope, not yet.
You tell yourself not to expect too much. This could just be a one-off thing, and itâll go away just as quickly as it came, disappearing like so many other fragile glimpses of something more in your marriage.
Still, you stay still, letting the warmth of his touch seep into you, even as your mind tries to brace itself for the inevitable return to indifference. You tell yourself this means nothingâitâs just circumstance. Heâs disoriented, caught off guard by his own vulnerability.
But then your gaze drifts downward, and you find yourself puzzled. His left hand covers your own, his touch firm yet gentle, and youâre struck by the sight of his wedding ring etched tightly around his finger. The gold band catches the faint glow of the moonlight outside, its presence so sure, so constant, as if itâs always belonged there.
Your eyes drop to your own hand. The ring you once wore is absent, likely discarded at some point when you returned home earlier, leaving only the faint tattoo etched into your skin.
His fingers shift slightly, and you feel the rough edge of his thumb trace over the spot where your ring used to sit. The action is subtle, almost unconscious, but it makes your heart race.
Does he realise what heâs doing? Is it just a fever-driven habit, a thoughtless gesture? Or is there something more to the way his touch lingers there, his warmth seeping into the empty space where a symbol of your bond once rested?
You glance at his face, but his eyes are closed, his breathing soft and steady. He looks peaceful, almost childlike, so far removed from the sharp, composed man you know him to be.
You let out a slow breath, your heart conflicted. This moment feels too fragile, too fleeting, to hold onto. And yet, the weight of his hand over yours, the brush of his thumb against your tattooed ring finger, lingers in a way thatâs impossible to ignore.
Donât expect too much, you remind yourself, closing your eyes and letting your head rest against the pillow. But even as sleep pulls you under, the thought remains, a quiet whisper in the back of your mind.
The soft glow of morning light filters through the curtains, and you stir, slowly coming back to consciousness. Your first thought is that the bed feels strangely warm, a comforting weight anchoring you to the mattress.
Your second thought is that Jaeyun is surely gone by now.Â
But when you blink your eyes open, youâre surprised to find him still there, lying beside you. His head is propped up on one hand, his eyes watching you with an unusual softness. Heâs awake, fully present, and for a moment, you think you might still be dreaming.
"Youâre still here?" you mumble, your voice thick with sleep.
He smirks faintly, though thereâs a gentleness in his expression that you canât quite place. "Good morning to you too," he says, his tone light.
You push yourself up slightly, propping yourself on your elbows. "I thought youâd be gone by now. Off to work or something."
He chuckles softly, the sound low and warm. "I figured youâd think that," he says, his gaze steady on yours.
"Am I wrong?" you ask, raising an eyebrow.
For a moment, he doesnât answer. Then, his lips twitch into the faintest smile, and he says, "I wanted to prove you wrong."
You blink, caught off guard by his words. "Prove me wrong about what?"
"That Iâd be gone when you woke up," he says simply. "I know thatâs what you expected. I wanted to stay⌠just this once."
His honesty takes the air from your lungs, and you find yourself staring at him, searching his face for some kind of ulterior motive. But all you see is sincerity, an openness that feels so unlike him it almost makes you uncomfortable.
"Why?" you ask softly, your voice barely above a whisper.
He shrugs, his expression faltering slightly. "No reason.â
The words hang between you, fragile but significant. You donât know how to respond, your heart warring with a mix of emotionsâhope, skepticism, confusion.
"Jaeyun," you begin, your voice uncertain, "are youâ"
"Donât read too much into it," he interrupts gently, his gaze shifting away for a moment. "I just⌠wanted to be here. Itâs the least I can do in return for taking care of me last night. Thatâs all."
You nod slowly, unsure of what to say. It feels like thereâs more he isnât saying, but for now, you let it be.
"Well," you say, clearing your throat to break the tension, "you succeeded. I didnât think youâd still be here, but you are."
He smiles faintly, the corners of his mouth lifting just enough to make your chest tighten. "Good," he says, his tone soft.
The two of you lapse into silence, the morning light growing brighter as it fills the room. Strangely, the quiet between you isnât heavy or suffocatingâitâs almost comfortable.
And that scares you.
The late morning sun filters through the curtains, casting soft streaks of light across the living room. Youâre perched on the couch, a mug of tea warming your hands, and for once, the house doesnât feel so empty. Itâs quiet, but not the cold, distant kind of quiet youâve grown used to. This quiet feels⌠peaceful.
Jaeyun is in the kitchen, rummaging through drawers in search of something. The sound of clinking silverware drifts into the living room, and you canât help but smile faintly at his muffled muttering.
"Youâve been in there for ten minutes," you call out. "What are you looking for?"
"Nothing," he replies, his tone nonchalant, though itâs clear heâs lying.
A moment later, he emerges with a slightly triumphant expression, holding up a mismatched pair of chopsticks. "Found them."
You raise an eyebrow. "Were we missing chopsticks?"
He shrugs, sitting down beside you on the couch. "Apparently. But not anymore."
Itâs such a mundane moment, so insignificant in the grand scheme of things, and yet it feels monumental. Jaeyunâyour distant, often aloof husbandâsitting beside you, chopsticks in hand as if this is the most natural thing in the world.
"So," you say, tilting your head to look at him, "youâre really not going to work today?"
He leans back against the couch, stretching his legs out in front of him. "Called in sick," he says simply.
Your eyes widen slightly. "You did what?"
He glances at you, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "You heard me. Just one day. I figured the world wouldnât end if I wasnât at my desk for twenty-four hours."
The admission surprises you more than youâd like to admit. "You? Calling in sick? Are you sure youâre not actually still feverish?"
He chuckles softly, shaking his head. "I just⌠thought it might be nice to stay home. Spend the day here."
The words are casual, but they hit you with unexpected weight. He doesnât say it outright, but you can tell he means with you.
The day unfolds in a series of small, quiet moments.
You make lunch togetherâor rather, you try to make lunch while Jaeyun critiques your cooking with a faint smirk that earns him a flick of flour to the face. He retaliates by stealing a bite of your eggs before it even makes it to your plate.
Later, you find yourselves sitting on the floor, a forgotten deck of cards between you. The game dissolves into laughter when Jaeyunâs competitive streak makes him accuse you of cheating, though you both know heâs just annoyed that youâre winning.
At some point, he drags you to the couch, insisting you watch an old movie he loves. The two of you sit side by side, shoulders brushing, as the black-and-white film flickers across the screen.
The golden hues of sunset stream through the kitchen windows as you both sit at the table, sipping tea after finishing the leftovers from lunch. The warmth of the day still lingers in the air, wrapping around the two of you like a cocoon.
As you lean back in your chair, savoring the moment, Jaeyun suddenly tilts his head, his gaze dropping to your hand.
"Whereâs your ring?" he asks, his tone casual, but his eyes sharp.
Your heart skips a beat. The question catches you off guard, and for a moment, you freeze.
"My ring?" you repeat, stalling for time as your mind races.
"Yeah," he says, his gaze still fixed on your bare finger. "Youâre always wearing it. Did you take it off for something?"
"I⌠I mustâve left it in the bathroom," you blurt out, forcing a smile you hope looks convincing. "Probably when I was washing my hands earlier."
He raises an eyebrow, his expression unreadable. "In the bathroom?"
"Yeah," you say quickly, nodding as you avoid his gaze. "Iâll grab it later."
Jaeyun doesnât say anything for a moment, his eyes lingering on you longer than youâd like. The air feels heavier, and youâre painfully aware of how obvious your lie probably sounds.
Finally, he leans back in his chair, shrugging slightly. "Donât forget it," he says, his tone light but his words carrying an undertone you canât quite place.
You nod, forcing yourself to relax. "Of course."
But as the conversation shifts and the moment passes, the weight of his question lingers. You glance down at your hand, at the faint tattoo where your ring should be, and a wave of guilt prickles at the edges of your thoughts.
Itâs not like you havenât taken it off before. In fact, you do it almost every day when youâre at home. Itâs become something of a ritualâthe first thing you do after stepping through the door. You slip the ring off your finger and leave it somewhere out of sight, free from its weight, if only for a little while.
The cool metal feels foreign against your skin most days, its presence a constant reminder of what your life isâor isnât. You never think twice about leaving it behind when youâre within these walls. Here, thereâs no one to see, no one to judge, no cameras waiting to catch a fleeting moment that could spiral into something scandalous.
When youâre not out and about, it feels pointless to keep it on. The ring, for all its shine, doesnât mean much in the confines of this house. Itâs more for show, a symbol of an agreement carefully constructed to protect your familyâs image and his.
Not a promise. Never that.
At least, thatâs what youâve told yourself. The habit of slipping it off has become so second nature, so tied to the quiet rebellion you allow yourself in these small, insignificant moments.
And yet, when Jaeyun notices its absence today, it feels like the weight of it hasnât truly left you. As if even without wearing it, the ring leaves its mark in more ways than one.
Heâs never noticed beforeâor if he has, heâs never said anything. So why now? Why today, of all days, when things between you feel⌠different?
Unlike you, he never seems to take it off. Itâs always there, snug around his finger, as if it belongs. The sight of it used to annoy youâhow he could wear it so easily, without it seeming to weigh him down.
Now, youâre not sure how it makes you feel.
You run your thumb over the faint tattoo on your ring finger, and force yourself to look away. Itâs just one day, you remind yourself again.
Just one day where things feel lighter, less complicated.
But you canât help wondering if Jaeyunâs question meant more than he let on. And you canât shake the feeling that this small, seemingly insignificant detail might mean more than either of you are ready to admit.
And like every other time you think things might start changing for the better between you and Jaeyun, youâre reminded once again why you donât hope.
Jaeyun goes back to his old ways, the distance between you returning like a shadow that never truly left. It feels like dĂŠjĂ vu.
You canât help but wonder how one person can do such a thingâbe kind and leave you helplessly yearning for one day, only to completely pretend you donât exist the next. Itâs as if heâs perfected the art of making you feel like you matter, just enough to keep you tethered, before yanking it all away again.
Heâs gone before you wake up, and by the time he comes home, itâs well past dinner, the faint smell of his cologne mingling with the crisp air he brings in from the outside world. Thereâs no more lingering conversations, no more stolen glances or hesitant touches. Itâs as though the day you spent together was a dream you woke from too soon.
You try to tell yourself it doesnât hurt, but it does. Every time he brushes past you without a word, every time his focus remains glued to his phone or laptop instead of on the life youâre supposed to be sharing, it stings.
One evening, as heâs seated at the dining table with his laptop, his face illuminated by the cold, blue glow of the screen, you bring it up.
"Thereâs a charity gala being held by the Park family this weekend," you say, your tone light, careful. "Weâre expected to attend together."
He doesnât look up, his fingers tapping steadily at the keyboard. "Hmm," he mutters absently, his tone distant.
You suppress a sigh, leaning against the counter. "Itâs important, Jaeyun. The Parks have always been close to your family, and you know how much these events matter to themâand to us."
"Iâll see if I can make it," he replies, his eyes never leaving the screen.
"See if you can make it?" you repeat, a note of irritation slipping into your voice. "Itâs not a suggestion, Jaeyun. Weâre supposed to go together."
He pauses for a fraction of a second before resuming his typing. "Iâll try," he says, his tone flat.
You swallow the lump in your throat, nodding even though he isnât looking. "Alright," you murmur, retreating to the safety of your room.
But deep down, you already know how it will play out. He wonât come. Youâll stand alone at the gala, wearing a practiced smile while the whispers swirl around you. And when you return home, heâll have some excuse waiting, polished and hollow, leaving you wondering why you even bother to hope.
And yet, against your better judgment, you do. You hope.
Youâd spent hours convincing yourself that he would come, that this time would be different. But as the car pulled up to the venue without him, the weight of the truth settled back onto your shoulders. Of course, he hadnât come. You knew it was too good to be true.
The Park familyâs charity gala is as dazzling as you expected. The grand ballroom is a sea of glittering gowns, tailored suits, and sparkling champagne glasses. Crystal chandeliers cast warm light across the room, illuminating faces that belong to the cityâs most influential.
As you make your way through the crowd, trying not to let your disappointment show, you almost immediately feel the weight of eyes on you.Â
People glance at the space beside youâempty, conspicuously so. The absence of Jaeyun is louder than any announcement, a glaring reminder of how alone you are in this marriage.Â
"Sheâs here alone again," someone whispers as you pass.
âWhereâs Jaeyun?" one woman asks lightly, her tone laced with curiosity.
You hold your head high, your practiced smile in place, though the sting of their words burns beneath your skin. You knew this would happen. You prepared yourself for it. And still, it doesnât make it any easier.
An hour passes, and youâve made your way through polite conversations and obligatory greetings. You exchange small talk with acquaintances and pose for photographs, every move calculated to maintain the image of perfection.
And before you know it, you find yourself at the bar, nursing a glass of champagne as the evening drags on. The music is lively, couples twirling across the dance floor, and yet you canât shake the gnawing feeling of being out of place.
"Mrs. Sim," a warm voice calls out. Itâs smooth, familiar, and you turn to see Justin Park standing beside you. The eldest son of the Park family is the picture of charm, his tailored suit impeccable, his smile easy.
"Justin," you greet him with a smile, grateful for the familiarity. "Itâs been a while."
"It has," he agrees, taking your hand briefly in his. "I was beginning to think youâd forgotten about us."
You laugh softly, shaking your head. "Never. The Parks throw the best events, after all."
"Flattery will get you everywhere," he teases, his grin widening.
The conversation flows effortlessly, his presence offering a welcome reprieve from the otherwise stifling evening. Justin has always had a way of making people feel at ease, and for the first time tonight, you feel a small sense of relief.
But youâre not oblivious to the glances. You can feel the eyes of the room on you, hear the faint murmurs growing louder as the two of you continue talking. Justin doesnât seem to noticeâor if he does, he doesnât care.
He takes the seat beside you, signaling for a drink. "No Jaeyun tonight?"
You let out a soft laugh, though thereâs no real humour in it. "Work," you say, the excuse slipping off your tongue before you can stop it.
Justin raises an eyebrow, his expression thoughtful. "Work seems to take up a lot of his time."
You glance at him, unsure how to respond. Thereâs a knowing look in his eyes, but he doesnât press further. Instead, he shifts the conversation to lighter topics, asking about your family, your thoughts on the gala, your latest endeavours.
But as the conversation continues, you become more and more aware of the glances being cast your way. The whispers. The pointed stares.
It doesnât take long to piece together whatâs happening.
The perfect wife of Sim Jaeyun, left alone at a gala, seen laughing and chatting with Justin Parkâeldest son of the host family, no less. The headline practically writes itself.
You excuse yourself politely, leaving Justin with a gracious smile as you slip away to the powder room. Your heart pounds as you grip the edge of the sink, staring at your reflection in the mirror. The whispers have always followed you, but this feels different.
When you return to the ballroom, the tension is palpable. More eyes follow you now, the buzz of speculation almost tangible. You press on, keeping your head high, your composure intact.
But inside, something breaks.
Youâd held onto hope, despite everything, that Jaeyun might show up, that he might stand beside you for once, silencing the whispers with his presence. Instead, his absence speaks louder than words ever could.
The night drags on, and by the time you leave, the damage is done.
When you arrive home, the house is dark, just as you expected. Jaeyunâs car is in the driveway, but the silence inside confirms what you already knowâheâs here, but heâs not really here.
You find him in his office, his laptop open, his face bathed in the cold glow of the screen.
"You didnât come," you say, your voice flat as you stand in the doorway.
He glances up briefly, his expression unreadable. "I told you I was busy."
"Busy," you repeat, bitterness creeping into your tone. "You couldnât even spare one evening? You didnât even try, did you?â
His jaw tightens, but he doesnât respond.
"Do you have any idea what tonight was like for me?" you ask, your voice rising. "Standing there alone while people whispered and stared? While they speculated about my marriageâand about Justin Park?"
At the mention of Justinâs name, Jaeyunâs gaze sharpens, a flicker of somethingâanger, perhapsâcrossing his face.
"Justin?" he asks, his tone clipped.
"Yes, Justin," you snap. "He was kind enough to talk to me while my husband couldnât even bother to show up."
Jaeyunâs eyes narrow, and for a moment, you think he might actually say something. But then he leans back in his chair, his expression closing off once more. "Iâm sure people will find something else to talk about tomorrow."
The dismissal in his tone is the final blow. You shake your head, the weight of the evening crashing down on you.
"Of course," you say softly, your voice trembling. "Why would you care?"
You turn and walk away, the sound of his keyboard clicking resuming as the door closes behind you. In the quiet of your room, you slip off your gown, your hands trembling as you let it pool around your feet.
You knew it was too good to be true. Jaeyunâs warmth, his attentionâit was fleeting, a momentary lapse in the distance that defines your marriage. And now, youâre left with the echoes of what might have been, wondering if it was ever real to begin with.
The days following the gala, marked by a heavy, stifling silence that seems to wrap itself around the house. You try to carry on as if nothing has changed, though itâs impossible to ignore the fact that Jaeyun is now home every day.
Itâs disorienting. Heâs always been someone who thrives on his demanding schedule, constantly in and out, using work as an excuse to avoid the cracks in your marriage.
But now, heâs hereâpresent in a way that feels more like a shadow than a comfort.
You desperately try to avoid him, sticking to your routines with an almost obsessive precision. You spend longer in the kitchen, longer in the guest room youâve claimed as your own, and shorter stretches of time in shared spaces like the living room. Yet, no matter how hard you try, itâs like his presence lingers everywhere.
In the mornings, you find him in the kitchen, sipping coffee at the island as if heâs always been there. The air is thick with unspoken words as you pour yourself tea, your movements stiff and deliberate. He doesnât say anything, doesnât acknowledge you beyond a glance, but the weight of his silence is deafening.
At night, itâs worse. You hear him moving about the house, the faint sound of his footsteps stopping and starting as though heâs unsure where to go. Itâs as if heâs waiting for you to confront him, to say somethingâanythingâbut you donât. You canât.
One evening, as you retreat to your room, you notice the door to his office is wide open, the lights dim. You hesitate for a moment, glancing inside, only to find him sitting at his desk, staring blankly at his laptop.
He doesnât look up, but his voice cuts through the quiet like a blade. "Youâre avoiding me."
You freeze, your fingers tightening on the edge of the doorframe. "Iâm not avoiding you," you lie, your voice steadier than you feel.
He lets out a dry laugh, though thereâs no humour in it. "Youâre not very good at lying."
You donât respond, your pulse quickening as the weight of his gaze finally lifts from the screen and settles on you. His eyes are darker than usual, a storm brewing behind them, but you refuse to let it intimidate you.
"Why are you here all the time now?" you ask abruptly, the question tumbling out before you can stop it. "Are you not needed at the office?"
He leans back in his chair, his expression unreadable. "Maybe I realised Iâve been away too much, Iâve decided to work from home for the time being."
You scoff, shaking your head. "Youâve always been away too much. Why does it matter now?"
For a moment, he doesnât answer. His gaze lingers on you, searching, as if trying to decide how much to say. "Because you were right," he says finally, his voice quieter but firm. "About a lot of things."
The confession catches you off guard, your carefully constructed walls trembling under the weight of his words.
"And what am I supposed to do with that?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.
He exhales, rubbing the back of his neck. "I donât know. But Iâm trying."
You laugh bitterly, stepping back into the hallway. "Trying doesnât undo whatâs already been done, Jaeyun."
"I know," he says softly, almost to himself.
You leave before he can say anything more, retreating to your room and shutting the door behind you. The house falls silent again, but it feels more suffocating than ever.
The knock at the door is sharp, insistent, cutting through the quiet of the night like a blade. You hesitate, your book slipping from your hands onto the couch.Â
Itâs lateâtoo late for anyone to show up unannounced. The second knock is harder, more aggressive, and the urgency in it sends a chill down your spine.
Jaeyunâs office light is still on, but the house is otherwise silent. You glance down the hallway, half-expecting him to emerge and handle it, but when he doesnât, you steel yourself and head for the door.
Justin Park stands on your doorstep, his usually composed face marred by a split lip and a bruise darkening his cheek. His suit jacket is gone, his shirt wrinkled and bloodied, and his eyes burn with a fury youâve never seen before.
You swing the door open, your voice trembling. "Justin? What happened to you?"
He steps inside without waiting for an invitation, his movements stiff and pained. "Whereâs your husband?" he snaps, his voice low and dangerous.
"Whatâwhat are you talking about?" you stammer, closing the door behind him as he staggers into the living room.
"Get Jaeyun on a leash," he growls, turning to face you. His eyes are blazing, his anger palpable. "Because if this is how he handles things, youâre going to have bigger problems than rumors about us."
You stare at him, your mind struggling to catch up. "Jaeyun? What does he have to do with this?"
Justin lets out a harsh laugh, though thereâs no humor in it. He presses a hand to his side, wincing as he moves. "You really donât know, do you?"
"Your husband sent his men after me," he growls, his voice dripping with anger. "Three of them cornered me at the bar tonight. Told me I needed to stay away from you. When I didnât back down, they made sure I 'got the message.'"
The blood drains from your face as you take in his bruised cheek, the torn fabric of his shirt. "Jaeyun⌠he wouldnâtâ"
"Wouldnât he?" Justin snaps, his eyes blazing. "You think he didnât know exactly what he was doing? He made it very clear who was behind it."
The words hit you like a punch to the gut. This couldnât be true, could it? Jaeyun, who has spent years pretending you donât exist, who didnât even bother to show up at the gala, suddenly cared enough to orchestrate this?
You swallow hard, your hands trembling as you step closer. "Justin, Iâm so sorry. I didnâtâ"
"Donât apologise for him," Justin interrupts sharply, his gaze softening slightly as he looks at you. "This isnât your fault. But you need to talk to him. Make him understand that this isnât how you fix things."
You nod slowly, your mind spinning. "Let me get you some ice," you say, moving toward the kitchen.
"Donât bother," Justin says, shaking his head. "I just came to let you know what happened. Whatever you do with this information is up to you."
"Justinâ"
"Take care of yourself," he says, cutting you off as he heads toward the door. He pauses, his hand on the doorknob, and glances back at you. "You deserve better than this."
The sound of the door shutting behind Justin reverberates through the house like a final gavel in a court sentencing. You stand frozen, trying to collect yourself, when you hear itâthe unmistakable sound of Jaeyunâs footsteps behind you.
"Who was that?" Jaeyunâs voice is calm, almost indifferent, but thereâs a sharpness beneath it that makes your skin crawl.
You turn slowly to face him, your anger simmering just beneath the surface. "You already know who it was."
His gaze darkens, his expression unreadable. "And why was he here?"
You scoff, crossing your arms. "Why do you think? He came to show me the bruises your men left on him. Did you send them, Jaeyun?"
Jaeyun doesnât flinch. Instead, he leans against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. "He needed to understand his place," he says flatly.
"His place?" you echo, your voice rising. "You sent your men to beat him up over a conversation? Whatâs wrong with you?"
Jaeyun straightens, his eyes flashing. "He was disrespecting our marriage."
You stare at him, stunned for a moment before letting out a bitter laugh. "Disrespecting our marriage? What marriage, Jaeyun? The one youâve ignored for years? The one you couldnât even show up to defend at the gala?"
He steps closer, his voice sharp. "Donât twist this. You were out there talking to him, laughing with him, while people whispered about you. About us."
"Why does it matter to you anyway?" you snap, your anger spilling over. "You donât see this arrangement as anything more than a convenience. Why do you care if I was talking to Justin or not?"
"Because it reflects on me," he fires back, his voice hard. "On my family. On my name."
You flinch at the bluntness of his words, your chest tightening. "So thatâs all this is to you? Image? Reputation?"
He clenches his jaw, his hands curling into fists at his sides. "You donât understand."
"No," you shoot back, your voice breaking slightly. "I donât understand. Because you donât let me. You donât let me in, Jaeyun. And then you act like you have the right to control me when Iâm just trying to survive this sham of a marriage."
His expression falters for a moment, something flickering in his eyesâguilt, regret, angerâbut itâs gone as quickly as it appeared.
"You donât know Justin Park," he says, his tone cold. "Not like I do. Itâs best you stay away from him."
"And you think I know you?" you ask, your voice trembling with fury. "Maybe itâs you I should be staying away from."
The words hit him like a slap, and for a moment, heâs silent. The tension between you is suffocating, the weight of everything left unsaid crushing down on both of you.
Finally, he exhales, his voice quieter but no less sharp. "This isnât about me."
"Itâs always about you, Jaeyun," you reply, shaking your head. "Your name. Your image. Your pride. But what about me? What about what I want? Or do I not even factor into this equation anymore?"
His silence is answer enough.
You turn on your heel, your chest tight as you storm down the hallway, leaving him standing there in the suffocating silence. Your footsteps echo through the house, but his donât follow.
In your room, you sit on the edge of the bed, your hands trembling as you press them against your temples. Justinâs words replay in your mind: You deserve better than this.
And for a moment, you wonder if heâs right.
The thought comes to you slowly, quietly, like the first ripples of a tide that eventually swallows the shore. Divorce. You roll the word around in your mind, tasting its finality, its promise of freedom, and the bitter pang of everything it would mean.
For so long, it felt like an impossible idea, a step too drastic to even consider. You told yourself it wasnât an optionânot with the intertwined fates of your family and Jaeyunâs. Not with the whispers that would follow you for years, the headlines that would smear your name.
But now, as you sit alone in the dim light of your room, the faint murmur of Jaeyunâs movements down the hall a constant reminder of how broken things are, it doesnât feel impossible anymore.
It feels inevitable.
Your mind drifts back to the last few months, to the endless cycle of hope and disappointment. For every fleeting moment of warmth from Jaeyun, thereâs a cold wall waiting to slam back down, leaving you questioning your worth, your sanity.
You deserve better than this.
Do you?
The idea both frightens and exhilarates you. To walk away, to sever the ties that have bound you for so long, feels like a leap into the unknown. What would your life look like without Jaeyun? Without the expectations and pretenses that have consumed you?
Your thoughts turn to your family. You know the sacrifices they made, the desperation that led to this marriage in the first place. For so long, you told yourself you couldnât leave because they needed you to stay. But now, with their business stable and the weight of the Sim familyâs influence less critical than it once was, you wonder if youâve been clinging to that excuse simply because itâs easier than facing the truth.
The truth is, youâve been afraid. Afraid of the fallout, of the shame, of the unknown. Afraid that walking away would mean admitting failureânot just to your family or society, but to yourself.
But as you sit there, the faint hum of the world outside filtering through the window, you realise something else: staying is its own kind of failure.
You press your hands to your face, breathing deeply as you let the thought settle over you. Divorce. It feels heavy, like a word too big for your chest to hold, but also strangely freeing.
You donât make the decision tonight. But for the first time, you allow yourself to think about it, to imagine a life where the weight of this marriage is lifted, where you can breathe freely again.
But while the thought of it doesnât feel impossible, it doesnât feel like hope either.
Not the kind of hope you would feel when the coldness between you and Jaeyun would melt for a day or two, his rare gestures of warmth thawing the ice between you before it inevitably froze over again. Not the kind of hope you would feel when you allowed yourself to dream of a happy marriage with him, only to wake up to the nightmare of its absence.
This doesnât feel like hope.
It feels like resignation. A quiet acceptance of the reality youâve been avoiding for years. But even as the word divorce lingers in your mind, whispering promises of freedom and relief, thereâs something else that you canât seem to ignore.
Even after everythingâafter the indifference, the distance, the way he treats you like an afterthoughtâyou canât deny the feeling that has rooted itself so stubbornly in your chest.
You love him.
It feels absurd, almost laughable, to admit it even to yourself. How could you love someone who has hurt you so thoroughly, someone who has made you feel invisible in a marriage that he vowed to protect? And yet, the truth is undeniable.
You love him.
You love him in the quiet moments when his mask slips, and he shows glimpses of the man you thought he could be. You love him in the memories of the rare times he made you feel seen, however fleeting they were. You even love him in the ache of longing, in the endless hope that maybe, just maybe, heâll come back to you in the way youâve always wanted him to.
Itâs maddening. Itâs painful. And itâs real.
The thought makes your chest tighten, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. How can you even think of divorce when your heart refuses to let go? When a part of you still clings to the idea that something salvageable remains between you?
You press your fingers to your temple, willing the thoughts to quiet, but they donât. Instead, they linger, heavy and unrelenting, as the faint sounds of Jaeyun moving about the house reach your ears.
You love him. Despite everything. And maybe thatâs the worst part of all.
You decide that youâll never be able to come to a conclusion as long as youâre stuck in this house, surrounded by everything that reminds you of him. The walls feel like theyâre closing in, every corner holding fragments of a life youâre not sure you can continue living. His cologne lingering in the hallways, the faint indent of his weight on the sofa, the silent hum of his presenceâall of it suffocates you.
So, you do the only thing you can think of. You pack your bags.
You donât give yourself time to overthink it. A small overnight bag is enough; you donât even care if youâve forgotten something. The urgency to leave, to breathe, to escape the weight of him, pushes you forward.
You donât bother texting or calling Wonyoung or Sunghoon first. Sheâs your best friend and heâs your brother. You trust that theyâll understand. Frankly, you donât care if youâre interrupting something. You just want out of this house.
When you step out into the cool evening air, the weight on your chest lifts ever so slightly. You pull your coat tighter around you and get into the car, gripping the steering wheel as if itâs the only thing anchoring you.
The drive to Wonyoungâs is a blur, the city lights flashing past your windows like fleeting memories. You donât know what youâre going to say when you arrive, but you trust that sheâll take one look at you and know. She always does.
Your grip tightens on the steering wheel, knuckles white as you try to focus on the road and not the storm brewing inside your mind. But as you take a glance at your rear-view mirror, a flicker of unease slithers into your chest.
The car behind you has been following you for far too long.
At first, you brush it off as coincidence. Itâs a city, after all, and traffic can be unpredictable. But the longer you drive, the more you notice the pattern. Every turn you make, every lane changeâit mirrors your moves with eerie precision.
Your chest tightens, and your breath comes a little faster. You test the waters, making an abrupt turn onto a side street. The car behind you follows.
Panic starts to creep in, and your mind races with possibilities. Who would follow you? And why?
Your foot presses harder on the accelerator, your heart pounding as the car behind you matches your speed. You weave through the streets, your mind screaming for clarity, for an explanation. But none comes. The only thing that matters is the need to escape.
As you merge onto a less busy road, the car behind you inches closer, its headlights glaring in your rear-view mirror like eyes boring into your soul. You push the accelerator to the floor, the speedometer climbing as your car barrels down the road.
The high-speed chase feels endless, your pulse a deafening roar in your ears. You barely register the turns youâre making, the streets blurring together as you fight to stay ahead. But in your desperation, you take a corner too sharply.
The car swerves, tires screeching against the asphalt. The world tilts as your vehicle careens off the road, smashing into a lamppost with a bone-jarring impact.
Everything goes quiet.
Your head throbs, the airbag deflating in front of you. Smoke wafts from the crumpled hood, and your vision swims as you try to make sense of whatâs happening. Before you can gather your thoughts, the sound of approaching footsteps snaps you to attention.
You fumble with your seatbelt, panic surging as the car door wrenches open. A figure looms over you, silhouetted against the harsh glow of the headlights.
"Letâs go," a voice growls, low and urgent.
Before you can react, strong hands grip your arm, dragging you from the wreckage. You kick and thrash, your protests muffled by the haze of adrenaline and the ache radiating through your body.
"Stop fighting," the voice snaps, and you freeze, recognition dawning.
"Justin?" you rasp, your voice hoarse and disbelieving.
He doesnât answer, his grip on your arm tightening as he pulls you toward a waiting car parked just behind yours.
"What are you doing?" you demand, trying to resist despite the pounding in your head.
"Saving you," he bites out, his tone cold and unrelenting. "From yourself and from him."
The words send a chill down your spine, confusion and fear swirling in your chest. "What are you talking about? Let me go!"
But Justin doesnât falter. He opens the car door and all but shoves you inside before sliding into the driverâs seat and locking the doors.
"You donât get it, do you?" he says, his voice quieter but no less intense. "Youâre a pawn in his game, and heâs not going to let you go. Not unless someone forces his hand."
The engine roars to life, and the car speeds off, leaving the wreckageâand your sense of safetyâfar behind.
"Justin, what are you doing?" you whisper, your voice trembling as the weight of the situation presses down on you.
He glances at you briefly, his eyes dark and unreadable. "Making sure you donât go back to him."
Panic bubbles up in your chest, and you realise this night is far from over.
The warehouse is cold, damp, and utterly silent except for the faint hum of fluorescent lights flickering overhead. Your wrists ache from where Justin had bound them to the chair, though heâd been careful not to make it too tightâalmost as if he wanted to justify this madness to himself.
He paces in front of you, his movements restless, his face a storm of emotions. His disheveled appearance is a far cry from the polished, composed man youâd spoken to at the gala. Now, he looks unhinged, his sharp gaze flickering between intensity and something softer that makes your stomach churn.
"Why are you doing this, Justin?" you demand, your voice trembling but resolute. "What do you want from me?"
He stops abruptly, turning to face you. His lips twitch into a faint, humourless smile. "This isnât about what I want," he says quietly. "This is about whatâs right."
You scoff, your anger surging despite the fear gnawing at you. "Right? You call kidnapping me right? Youâre delusional."
He doesnât flinch at your words, instead crouching down to your level, his eyes boring into yours. "You donât understand, do you?" he says softly, almost pityingly. "Youâre a pawn in a much bigger game. Jaeyunâs game."
"And what does that make me in your game, Justin?" you snap, your voice sharp.
His jaw tightens, but he doesnât look away. "Iâm not playing games," he insists. "Iâm trying to show you the truth. Jaeyun doesnât care about youâhe never has. To him, youâre just another piece on the board, someone to control and manipulate to his advantage."
You glare at him, your hands gripping the edge of the chair. "And you think youâre any better? You think dragging me here, tying me up, and ranting about Jaeyun makes you some kind of saviour?"
His face darkens, and for a moment, you see a flicker of somethingâregret, perhaps, or guilt. "Iâm trying to free you from him," he says, his voice low.
"Free me?" you laugh bitterly, shaking your head. "Stop treating me as your moral compass. You know damn well this has nothing to do with saving me. You just want to use me to get back at Jaeyun."
Justinâs expression falters, his composure cracking. He stands abruptly, running a hand through his hair as he begins pacing again.
"Itâs not like that," he mutters, more to himself than to you.
"Then what is it, Justin?" you press, your voice trembling with both anger and exhaustion. "Because this isnât about me. This is about you and Jaeyun. And your obsession with him."
He stops pacing, his back to you. For a long moment, he says nothing, the silence stretching between you like a taut wire. Then, he speaks, his voice quieter, almost reflective.
"Jaeyun and I⌠weâve been at this for years," he admits, his tone tinged with something bitter. "University. Work. Every step of the way, weâve competed. Top marks, top internships, top investments. And every time I get close, he finds a way to edge me out."
You stare at him, your mind racing to process his words.
"Do you know how frustrating it is to always be second to someone who doesnât even care?" he continues, his voice rising. "He doesnât care about the people he steps on, the lives he ruins. He just takes. He took everything from meâand now heâs taken you too."
"Taken me?" you echo, incredulous. "This isnât some prize to win, Justin. Iâm a person, not a trophy for your petty rivalry."
He turns to face you again, his expression hard. "You donât understand. He doesnât deserve you. He doesnât even see what he has."
"And you think you do?" you snap. "Youâre not trying to save me, Justin. Youâre trying to hurt him."
Justinâs pacing grows more erratic, his voice rising as he spits out his frustrations. "He never cared about you," he snaps, his tone dripping with venom. "Sending men to beat me up because he canât even do it himself! Everything he does is about rubbing it in my face."
You flinch at the bitterness in his words, your breath catching as the room seems to grow colder.
"He couldnât even be bothered to show up at the gala," Justin continues, his voice cracking with anger. "But the moment he thinks Iâve crossed some invisible line, he sends his dogs after me. And you think thatâs about you? No. Itâs about me. About proving heâs one step ahead, always in control."
"Youâre wrong," you say, your voice trembling.
"Am I?" he counters, his eyes narrowing as he stares at you. "Think about it, Y/N. Think about the way he treats you. The way he treats everyone. Youâre just a piece on his board, another way for him to win."
You shake your head, tears stinging your eyes. "You donât know that."
"I know him better than you ever could," Justin growls, stepping closer. "Iâve seen it. Iâve lived it. Every move he makes, every decisionâitâs all calculated. And this? Sending men after me? That wasnât about protecting you. That was about humiliating me."
You bite your lip, refusing to let his words burrow deeper. "And what about you, Justin? Are you any better? Youâve tied me to this chair, dragged me into this mess, and youâre standing here acting like youâre doing me some kind of favour."
"Iâm trying to show you the truth," he snaps, his tone raw.
"No," you say firmly, your voice shaking with a mix of fear and fury. "Youâre trying to one-up Jaeyun. This isnât about me, and it never was. Youâre just as obsessed with beating him as you claim he is with controlling you."
His expression falters for a moment, a flicker of guilt passing through his eyes. But then he clenches his jaw, his resolve hardening. "Iâm not like him," he insists, though his voice lacks its earlier conviction.
"Then prove it," you say, meeting his gaze head-on. "Let me go."
His jaw tightens, and for a moment, you think he might actually listen. But then he shakes his head, turning away from you.
"Not yet," he murmurs, almost to himself. "Not until Iâve made my point."
You swallow hard, your chest tightening as the reality of the situation sinks in. Justin isnât going to let you goânot until heâs done whatever it is heâs convinced himself he needs to do.
His fingers move swiftly over your phone, the glow of the screen illuminating his face. "Iâll show you exactly how little you mean to him. When he comes, he wonât even bat an eye at you. Itâll all be about himâhis pride, his control, his need to be the one in charge."
Your stomach twists, and you tug at the restraints on your wrists, panic building in your chest. "Justin, stop this."
He ignores your protests, holding the phone up so you can see the screen. He snaps a picture of youâbound to the chair, your face pale with fearâand then types out a message.
You: You want her back? Come and get her.
You watch helplessly as he hits send, the message shooting off to Jaeyun.
"Youâre insane," you hiss, struggling against the bindings. "This wonât prove anything."
"Itâll prove everything," Justin says, his smirk widening. "Youâll see. When he shows up, it wonât be about you. Itâll be about him. About showing me up. About proving heâs the better man."
"You donât know that," you snap, though your voice wavers.
"I know him better than you think," Justin says, his tone calm and measured. "He wonât even look at you properly. He wonât ask if youâre okay. Heâll only care about putting me in my place."
Your chest tightens, and for a moment, youâre not sure what to believe. The man in front of you is unhinged, but his words strike a chord of doubt you canât entirely ignore.
Justin steps back, his confidence radiating as he pockets his phone. "Youâll see soon enough," he says simply. "And when he comes, when he proves me right, youâll finally understand who Jaeyun really is."
You glare at him, your heart pounding as you pull against the bindings. "Youâre delusional," you spit.
"Am I?" he asks, his smirk unwavering.
The room falls into a tense silence, the weight of his words hanging over you like a dark cloud. You can only pray that heâs wrong, that Jaeyun will comeânot because of pride or rivalry, but because somewhere, buried deep within his frozen heart, thereâs a small warmth that still holds you in it.
But as the minutes tick by, the doubt Justin planted in your mind begins to grow.
The memories swirl in your mind, colliding with Justinâs words like pieces of a puzzle you wish didnât fit. Youâve always told yourself that Jaeyunâs indifference was a defence mechanism, a way to protect himself from something deeper. But what if it wasnât? What if Justin is right, and everything youâve clung to was just wishful thinking?
"Youâre thinking about it, arenât you?" Justinâs voice cuts through your thoughts, smug and sharp. He leans against the wall, arms crossed, watching you with a knowing look. "Wondering if Iâm right. Wondering if heâll even come."
"Shut up," you snap, though your voice lacks its usual strength.
"I donât blame you," he says, shrugging. "Heâs made you doubt yourself. Doubt him. Thatâs what he does, Y/N. He keeps you just close enough to keep you hoping, but not close enough to let you in. And when he does come, itâs never for you. Itâs for himself."
You shake your head, refusing to let him poison your mind any further. "You donât know what youâre talking about."
"Donât I?" he counters, raising an eyebrow. "Then why are you here, Y/N? Why arenât you at home with a husband who loves and protects you? Why are you the one who always has to wonder if you even matter to him?"
Tears sting your eyes, but you blink them away, refusing to let him see you break. "Youâre only saying this because of your hatred for him. You donât care about me. Youâre just as bad as him."
Justinâs smirk fades, his jaw tightening. "Maybe I am," he admits. "But at least Iâm honest about it. Can you say the same for him?"
The sound of your phone buzzing on the table snaps both of you to attention. Justin picks it up, glancing at the screen with a satisfied grin.
"Looks like he got my message," he says, holding up the phone so you can see Jaeyunâs reply:Â
Jaeyun: Where is she?
Jaeyun: Fucking bastard, I swear if you so lay a single finger on her Iâm going to kill you.
Justin tosses the phone back onto the table and crosses the room to face you. "This is it," he says, his voice dripping with confidence. "When he gets here, youâll see exactly what Iâve been trying to tell you."
You swallow hard, your heart pounding as the weight of the situation sinks in. The doubt, the fear, the flicker of hope you canât quite extinguishâit all swirls together as you wait for the man youâve spent years trying to understand to finally show his hand.
The silence in the warehouse is shattered by the sharp screech of tyres outside, the deafening sound of a car coming to an abrupt halt. Justinâs smirk falters slightly, though he quickly masks it, his eyes darting to the door.
Moments later, it bursts open with a crash, and Jaeyun strides in, his suit dishevelled, his tie loosened as if heâd rushed to get here. His eyes immediately scan the room, landing on youâbound, frightened, but alive. His expression hardens, the sharpness in his gaze like a blade cutting through the tension.
âLet her go,â Jaeyun growls, his voice low and dangerous.
Justin steps forward, placing himself between you and Jaeyun, his smirk widening again as if to taunt him. âSo predictable,â Justin sneers. âYou just couldnât resist, could you? I knew youâd come running.â
âIâm warning you, Justin,â Jaeyun snaps, his fists clenched at his sides. âLet her go.â
Justin chuckles, shaking his head. âYou think this is about her? Itâs always been about us. About showing you that youâre not invincible, that youâre not always in control.â
âIs that what this is?â Jaeyun spits, his voice rising. âA desperate attempt to prove something to yourself? Youâre pathetic.â
Justinâs expression darkens, and he steps closer to Jaeyun, his movements quick and aggressive. âPathetic? Youâre the one who couldnât even be bothered to care about her until now! Donât act like youâre some hero. You donât even love her.â
âYou have no idea what I feel for her.â Jaeyun bites back, his voice trembling with restrained fury.
The words hang in the air, and for a moment, Justin seems taken aback. But then he scoffs, his confidence returning. âWords, Sim. Just words. But actions always speak louder.â
Before you can process whatâs happening, Justin lunges, his fist aimed directly at Jaeyun. The sound of the impact is sickening, Jaeyun stumbling back as blood trickles from the corner of his mouth. But he doesnât back down.
âYou think this will prove anything?â Jaeyun snaps, his voice filled with fire as he ducks under Justinâs next swing. âYouâre nothing but a coward hiding behind your jealousy!â
Justin lets out a roar of frustration, his movements becoming more erratic as Jaeyun deflects blow after blow. Itâs brutal. You scream, your voice echoing as you plead for them to stop, but neither man listens.
The room is a whirlwind of chaos, with fists flying and grunts of effort and pain filling the air. Justinâs confidence is beginning to waver as Jaeyun fights back with an intensity that youâve never seen before. But the tide turns when Justin grabs a metal pipe from the corner of the warehouse, his face twisted with rage.
âStay back!â Jaeyun growls, shielding you as Justin brandishes the weapon.
Justinâs laugh is bitter, almost maniacal. âStay back? You think you can protect her, Jaeyun? You canât even protect yourself.â
Before you can register whatâs happening, Justinâs attention shifts to you. His gaze sharpens, his grip on the pipe tightening as he steps forward.
âMaybe sheâs the problem,â Justin sneers, his voice low and menacing. âMaybe I need to remind you whatâs really at stake.â
Your heart stops as Justin raises the pipe, his body coiling to strike. Panic floods your veins, your voice breaking as you scream, âJustin, no!â
But the blow never lands.
In an instant, Jaeyun moves, throwing himself in front of you just as Justin swings the pipe downward. The sickening sound of metal meeting flesh reverberates through the warehouse, and Jaeyun staggers, a sharp cry escaping his lips.
âJaeyun!â you scream, your voice raw with terror as he crumples to one knee, his arm instinctively clutching his side where the pipe struck. You struggle against the bindings, the rough material sinking deeper into your skin the more you tug on it.
Youâre helpless, watching the man you love cradle in pain at your feet.
Justin stumbles back, momentarily stunned by what just happened. The pipe slips from his grasp, clattering to the floor with a metallic clang. âWhy would youâ?â Justin begins, his voice faltering.
Jaeyun doesnât waste another second. Summoning the last of his strength, he lunges forward, delivering a final, powerful punch that sends Justin sprawling to the floor.
The room falls silent except for the sound of Jaeyunâs laboured breathing. He stumbles towards you, his movements unsteady but determined. âAre you okay?â he asks, his voice hoarse as he kneels to untie the ropes, his eyes scanning you for any sign of injury.
Tears blur your vision as you nod, your heart pounding in your chest. âYouâre hurt,â you whisper, your hands trembling as you reach for him.
âIâm fine,â he mutters, though the wince that follows says otherwise.
Justin groans from the floor, trying to push himself up. âThis doesnât change anything,â he sneers weakly. âYou donât care about her. This was about beating me, as always.â
Jaeyun doesnât even glance his way. Instead, he cups your face gently, his eyes searching yours. âAre you hurt?â he asks softly, his voice trembling with something you canât quite place.
âN-No,â you stammer, overwhelmed by the intensity of his gaze.
âGood,â he breathes a sigh of relief, his thumb brushing a tear from your cheek. âIâm sorry I didnât come sooner.â
Justinâs laugh is bitter and broken. âStill pretending to be the noble husband, I see. How long can you keep up the act, Jaeyun?â
Jaeyun turns to him, his expression cold and unyielding. âThis isnât about you, Justin. It never was. You wanted to prove I donât care about her, but youâre wrong. Sheâs the only thing I care about.â
The words hit you like a tidal wave, your breath catching as the weight of them sinks in.
Justin stares at Jaeyun, his confidence finally cracking as the realisation dawns. Heâs lostânot just the fight, but the twisted narrative he tried to build.
Jaeyun helps you to your feet, his arm wrapping around your waist as he steadies you. âWeâre leaving,â he says firmly, leading you towards the door without sparing Justin another glance.
As the warehouse disappears behind you, the cold night air hits your face, and for the first time in what feels like hours, you can breathe again.
âJaeyunâŚâ you begin, your voice trembling as he helps you into the car.
âIâll explain everything,â he says, his tone soft but resolute. âBut first, letâs get you home.â
And as the car pulls away, you realise that for once, you believe him.
The drive home is silent, except for the hum of the engine and the shallow breaths Jaeyun tries to control. You steal glances at him from the passenger seat, your heart twisting at the sight of him wincing with every turn of the wheel. His shirt is stained with blood, his knuckles bruised and swollen, but his grip on the wheel is steady, determined.
âJaeyun,â you whisper, your voice cutting through the tension.
He doesnât take his eyes off the road, but his jaw tightens slightly. âI told you, Iâm fine.â
âYouâre not,â you argue softly, your hands wringing in your lap. âYou need to see a doctor. Your ribsââ
âWeâll deal with it later,â he interrupts, his tone firm but not unkind. âRight now, I just need to get you somewhere safe.â
The word safe settles heavily in your chest, and youâre not sure if it means the house you share or simply being by his side.
As you pull into the driveway, the reality of the night crashes over you. The headlights flick off, leaving you both sitting in the dark, the faint sound of crickets filling the air. You hesitate, unsure of what to say or how to move forward.
Jaeyun breaks the silence first. âLetâs get inside,â he says, his voice softer now, almost gentle.
You follow him to the door, his movements slower and more careful than usual. Once inside, he collapses onto the couch with a heavy sigh, leaning back and closing his eyes as if the weight of the world has finally caught up with him.
âLet me clean you up,â you say, your voice trembling as you move towards the kitchen to grab the first aid kit.
âYou donât have to,â he murmurs, but the exhaustion in his voice tells you he wonât fight it.
When you return, kneeling beside him, he opens his eyes and watches you silently. You avoid his gaze as you press a damp cloth to the cut above his eyebrow, your hands trembling slightly.
The room is quiet now, save for the faint hum of the fridge and the soft rustling of your movements as you clean Jaeyunâs wounds. His eyes remain fixed on you, studying every flicker of emotion across your face. He winces slightly as you dab a cut on his temple, but he doesnât pull away.
You break the silence first, your voice trembling but resolute. âWhy did you really come tonight, Jaeyun?â
He exhales deeply, the tension in his shoulders visible as he leans back against the couch. âYou know why,â he says softly.
âNo, I donât,â you reply, setting the cloth down. âI donât know why, I never know why. So, please, talk to me.â Your voice falters, the weight of the night catching up with you.
âI couldnât let him hurt you,â Jaeyun replies simply, his eyes fixed on you. âIt wasnât even a question.â
The sincerity in his voice makes your throat tighten. You pause, your hand hovering over the cloth as you finally meet his gaze. âWhy?â you whisper. âWhy now? After everything? Youâve spent so much time pushing me away, avoiding me like Iâm some kind of plague. And then tonightâŚâÂ
His jaw tightens, and he looks away, his expression unreadable. âIâve been avoiding you because itâs the only way I could keep you safe.â
Your brow furrows, confusion mixing with frustration. âSafe? Safe from what?â
âFrom me,â he says, his voice barely above a whisper. âFrom my life. From the kind of man I am.â
You freeze, the confession hanging heavy in the air. âWhat are you talking about?â
Jaeyun leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he clasps his hands together. âIâm not a good person, Y/N. I never have been. In business, in life, I do what needs to be done. I act with consequences in mind, and I donât regret it. But that means Iâve made enemiesâpeople like Justin, who would do anything to see me fail.â
You stare at him, your chest tightening as the pieces begin to fall into place.
âJustin isnât the first person whoâs tried to get to me through someone I care about,â he continues, his voice steady but filled with a quiet anguish. âHe wonât be the last. And the thought of you being dragged into thatâbeing hurt because of meâis something I couldnât, and still canât handle. So I distanced myself. I thought it would protect you.â
You shake your head, your voice rising with disbelief. âSo you thought ignoring me, shutting me out, was the answer? Do you have any idea how that made me feel? How lonely itâs been, living in this house with someone who acts like I donât even exist?â
His eyes snap to yours, and you see a crack in his armour. âI know,â he says, his voice breaking slightly. âI know I hurt you. And I hated myself for it every single day. But I didnât know what else to do. Loving youâit feels like giving you a loaded gun and hoping you donât get hurt because of it.â
The words hit you like a tidal wave, leaving you breathless. âLoving me?â you echo, your voice trembling.
Jaeyun nods, his gaze unwavering. âYes,â he says firmly. âLoving you, Y/N. Keeping my distance was the only way I know that Iâm capable of loving you. Because I know you deserve better than meâbetter than the life your parents and I have dragged you into.â
His words hit you like a blow to the chest, the rawness of his confession cutting through every wall youâve built. You stare at him, your breath catching as the weight of his emotions settles over you.
The cold distance, the avoidance, the rare moments of tendernessâit all makes sense now, in the most heartbreaking way.
âYou think loving me means pushing me away?â you whisper, your voice trembling with a mixture of anger and heartbreak. âDonât you think I should get to decide what I deserve?âÂ
He looks at you, his expression filled with regret and longing. âI didnât want to be selfish,â he says quietly. âI didnât want to keep you in a life where youâd always be a target, always be second to the chaos I bring. But tonightââ His voice breaks, and he takes a shaky breath. âseeing you like that, knowing Justin had youâI couldnât⌠I couldnât stand the thought of losing you. Not like that. Not ever.â
Jaeyun looks down, his hands clenching into fists on his knees. Heâs crying nowâfully, uncontrollably crying. âI didnât want to hurt you,â he murmurs, his voice trembling. âBut I didnât know how to keep you safe without hurting you eitherâŚâ
You stay quiet, mostly because you donât even know what to say. Part of you understands Jaeyun did what he thought was right, that he truly believed he was protecting you. But another part of you is just so angryâangry at the thought that he didnât trust you enough to make decisions for yourself, angry that he acted as though he alone could determine what was best for you.
But as you look at him now, shoulders hunched, tears streaming down his face, and barely able to catch his breath as he speaks, you falter. You see the pain etched into every line of his face, the raw anguish in his voice, and you know it hurt him as much asâmaybe even more thanâit hurt you.
When you donât respond for a long moment, Jaeyun exhales deeply, his breath shaky and uneven. âI wanted you to leave me on your own,â he admits, his voice breaking, âbecause I knew I could never leave you. But you were so stubborn. You stayed. Even after everything, you stayed.â
His words hit you like a blow to the chest, striking a nerve you didnât even know was exposed. The trembling vulnerability in his voice, the quiet admission of his fears, cuts through your anger and replaces it with something elseâsomething raw, aching, and painfully bittersweet.
âYou stayed,â he repeats, his voice barely a whisper, as though he still canât quite believe it. âEven when I gave you every reason to walk away. Even when I hurt you. And I couldnât understand why.â
âDo you want to know why I stayed?â you ask, your own voice trembling now as you search his face for the answers heâs yet to give.
He nods, his tear-filled eyes meeting yours, wide and filled with uncertainty.
âHonestly, Iâve been running away from this feeling, from this truth that I was never ready to face,â you begin, your voice wavering but steady enough to push through. âAnd that is, despite everythingâdespite every bone, every nerve in my body telling me to stop doing this to myselfâI hoped. I hoped that youâd prove me wrong one day. I hoped that if I stayed long enough, maybe youâd stop pushing me away and let me in.â
Jaeyun flinches, his expression crumpling under the weight of your words. âIâm sorry,â he murmurs, his voice cracking as fresh tears spill over.
The silence that follows is heavy, thick with tension, the air between you charged with everything unsaid. His hands twitch at his sides, as though he wants to reach for you but canât quite bring himself to do it. The hesitation in his movements is almost palpable.
âI thought if you hated me,â he says finally, his voice low and pained, âit would be easier for you to walk away. But you didnât hate me. You never gave up. And that scared me more than anything.â
Your voice trembles as you stare at him, the weight of the moment pressing heavily on your chest. âI do hate you,â you admit, the words falling like stones between you. âSo much.â
Jaeyun flinches as though youâve struck him, his breath hitching, and for a moment, he looks like heâs bracing himself for more. But youâre not finished.
âBut loving youâŚâ Your voice cracks, and you take a shaky breath, blinking away the tears that blur your vision. âLoving you hurts more than hating you.â
His head snaps up, his wide, tear-filled eyes locking onto yours. The vulnerability in his gaze mirrors your own, and the silence that follows is deafening.
âIâve tried,â you continue, your voice breaking under the weight of your emotions. âIâve tried to hate you, to tell myself that itâs easier, that itâs what I should feel after everything. But it isnât. Because no matter how much youâve hurt me, no matter how much Iâve wanted to walk away, I canât stop loving you. And that⌠thatâs what hurts the most.â
Jaeyunâs breath shudders, and for a moment, he doesnât move. You can see the hesitation in his movements, the way his hands twitch at his sides as if heâs fighting the urge to reach for you.
âIâm sorry,â he whispers again, his voice trembling. âFor all of it. For every time I hurt you, every time I pushed you away when all you ever did was stay.â
Your heart clenches at the rawness in his tone, the vulnerability heâs finally letting you see. You take a small step forward, the distance between you shrinking, and for the first time, you see the cracks in his carefully constructed walls crumble entirely.
âYou donât have to apologise anymore,â you say softly, your voice trembling with emotion. âJust⌠donât make me regret staying.â
Then, as if something inside him snaps, he steps closer, his trembling hands reaching out to cup your face. âI wonât,,â he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. âI swear to you, Iâll do everything in my power to make sure I never give you a reason to hate me again.â
Before you can say anything else, Jaeyun closes the remaining distance between you. His arms wrap around you, tentative at first, as though heâs afraid youâll push him away. But when you donât, when you melt into his embrace, his hold tightens. Even with the searing pain in his ribs, he presses his body against yours as though heâs terrified of letting you go.
The warmth of his touch is overwhelming, and you bury your face in his chest, your fingers clutching at the fabric of his shirt. His heartbeat is erratic against your cheek, mirroring the rapid pounding of your own.
You tilt your head up to look at him, your breath catching as you see the intensity in his gaze. His eyes are filled with something youâve longed to seeâlove, raw and unguarded. His hand comes up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray tear that had escaped.
âI donât deserve you,â he says softly, his voice thick with emotion.
âMaybe not,â you reply, a faint smile tugging at your lips. âBut Iâm still here.â
He leans in slowly, giving you every chance to pull away. But you donât. You meet him halfway, your lips pressing against his in a kiss that is as tentative as it is electrifying.
The world seems to fall away as his lips move against yours, soft and searching, as though heâs pouring every unspoken word, every buried emotion, into this one moment. His hand slides to the back of your neck, pulling you closer as the kiss deepens, a mixture of desperation and relief in the way he holds you.
When you finally pull away, breathless and overwhelmed, his forehead rests against yours. âI love you,��� he whispers, his voice steady despite the emotion trembling beneath it.
The words hang in the air, soft but weighty, like a promise long overdue.
You nod, your fingers brushing against his cheek as you smile softly. Hearing those three words from him is something you never thought would happen, something youâd almost given up hoping for.
They settle in your chest, filling the void that had been carved out by years of distance and pain. And yet, they donât feel fleeting or uncertain. They feel real.
âI love you too,â you whisper back, the confession spilling from your lips without hesitation.
His arms tighten around you, as though anchoring himself to you, and in that moment, the weight of the past begins to fall away. It doesnât erase the hurt, the scars, or the battles youâve fought, but it lays the foundation for something new.
Something worth hoping for, worth holding onto.
The morning sunlight streams through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the bedroom. The faint chirping of birds filters through the open window, blending with the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze. You stir beneath the covers, blinking against the golden light, and instinctively reach out.
Your hand brushes against Jaeyunâs, and his fingers wrap around yours reflexively. A soft smile spreads across your face as you realise heâs already awake, propped up on one elbow, his gaze fixed on you.
âGood morning,â he murmurs, his voice low and warm, carrying a hint of amusement as if heâs caught you in a rare, unguarded moment.
You smile, the simple greeting filling the room with a kind of light you hadnât felt in years. âGood morning,â you reply, your fingers brushing against the wedding ring that now sits firmly on your fingerâa symbol that, finally, feels like it truly means something.
Jaeyun leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. âYou looked peaceful,â he says, his fingers brushing your cheek. âI didnât want to wake you.â
You laugh softly, resting your hand on his chest. âYou canât just watch me sleep, Jaeyun. Thatâs⌠mildly creepy.â
His laugh rumbles in his chest, a sound youâve come to treasure. âFair point,â he admits, his eyes sparkling.
âDo you have any plans today?â he asks, shifting closer, his arm slipping around your waist as if itâs the most natural thing in the world.
You shake your head, laughing softly. âNot unless you count breakfast.â
He grins, the boyish charm you rarely saw before now shining through. âI was hoping we could spend the day doing nothing. Just⌠being here. Together.â
You nod, the simplicity of the suggestion warming you. âIâd like that.â
The morning unfolds with quiet moments that feel extraordinary in their ordinarinessâJaeyun making coffee, you teasing him about burning the toast, laughter filling the kitchen as you both try to perfect pancakes. Itâs these moments, you realise, that make a life worth living. Not grand gestures or elaborate plans, but the small, quiet ways you choose each other every day.
As the day stretches on, you find yourselves curled up on the sofa, your head resting on his shoulder while his fingers absentmindedly trace patterns along your arm. The television hums in the background, forgotten as you both bask in the peace you fought so hard to find.
The man beside you now isnât the distant, closed-off Jaeyun you once knew. Heâs present, attentive, and more open than you ever thought possible. It wasnât an overnight change, thatâs for sure. But somewhere along the way, you both chose to stop runningâfrom yourselves, from each other, and from the future you could build together.
What you have now feels special, priceless. You wouldnât trade it for anything in the world. Youâve learned, through pain and healing, that happiness doesnât come from wealth or success. True happiness comes from love.
The kind of love that makes you giddy inside.
The kind of love you once believed only existed in fairy tales.
The kind of love that everyone seeks but few find.
The kind of love youâve found with him.
They say if heâs not calling, itâs because youâre not on his mind. Once, you believed that. You let it eat away at you, let it shape your every thought, every quiet moment when his absence felt louder than words. You told yourself his silence was a choice, that his excuses were just another way to say you didnât matter enough.
But now, sitting beside him as the evening light filters through the curtains, his hand resting over yours, you realise how wrong you wereânot about the hurt, not about the cracks that formed between you, but about what lay beneath them. He wasnât running because you didnât matter. He was running because you mattered too much. And it took breaking everything apart for you both to understand how to rebuild it.
Your gaze falls to the tattoo on your ring finger, a faint mark that once felt like a brand tethering you to emptiness. Itâs still there, as permanent as the scars this marriage once bore. But now, itâs different. Itâs not a reminder of disappointment or neglect, not a mark of the silence that stretched between you. Itâs a symbol of endurance, of a love thatâs messy and flawed but undeniably real.
But youâve learned that love isnât about perfection. Itâs about showing up, about facing the hard truths and still choosing to stay.
âBusyâ may have once been his excuse. But now, âalwaysâ is his answer.
Always.
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your family has been pressuring you for months to bring your boyfriend, jaehyun, over for dinner, and you think itâs really sweet that they like him so much. the only problem is that your âboyfriendâ jaehyun, hates you.
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[â] PAIRING. ex!jaehyun x f!reader
[â] GENRE. angst, smut, fluff | fake dating?, exes to ??? au
[â] WC. 19.9k (i donât even know)
[â] WARNINGS. angst, reader has anxiety, mentions of anxiety attacks, fighting, reader be lying a lot, reader has a little sister, crying, reader is kind of a dumbass, explicit content (piv smut), unprotected sex (donât do this gang!), fingering, sex in public kinda, pls lmk if i forgot anything!!
[â] NOTES. iâm so fucking annoyed with tumblr itâs not letting me insert images properly UGH this took me over 2 hours to upload man đŁď¸ im pretty proud of this one âźď¸ idek how it got this long but itâs my longest fic yet and itâs been sitting in my drafts for ages until i finally got the inspo to write it :p i want jaehyun so bad itâs not even funny tbh but anyway PLS GIVE ME FEEDBACK/A REBLOG LITERALLY ANYTHING IS APPRECIATED <33
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six months.
you haven't seen this door in six months.
it's funny because, this was a door you used to push open and walk through every other day, yet now you stand on the opposite side of it, unsure as to whether you should even be thinking of knocking.
your hand is raised to the door, shaped like a fist but you make no move to actually knock. you were aware that you still had time to bail out of this, that you could turn on your heel and make your merry way back to your sad little house and go back to pretending you're happy with the choice you made six months ago.
or you could just do what you came all the way here to do.
the weather seems to be in your favour, at least. the sun shines radiantly, making the temperature warm, but not too warm, and a cool breeze travels through the air in short intervals. the summer had begun early, birds chirping in their habitual singsong way and wild bougainvillea already flowering in various shades of pink and lilac. usually when the day starts off with good weather, the rest of it follows suit, and thus your day is made better. hopefully, this is the case for you today.
pausing for a short, morale-boosting intake of air, you tighten your fist and knock, knock, knock on the mahogany door, immediately regretting your decision as you feel your stomach churn and plummet. a good ten seconds pass, and you hear no reply nor movement from the inside of the house, and part of you is relieved because that means he may not be home.
more than happy to do a 180° and skip along joyously back to the metro that would take you home, your feet begin to make for that trip but your mind decides against it. you know that you are being overly dramatic, but even with being aware of this, your heart rate does not slow down one bit. you also know that what you've come here to do is more than just selfish, its pathetic and rather embarrassing. it's also a hugely unsavoury request, and if your roles were reversed, you'd most definitely laugh in his face and shut the door.
finally somewhat making up your mind with a quiet groan, you raise your clenched fist and rap against his front door again in a set of three. you nervously shift your weight from your right to your left foot, then back to your right and then once again to your left, the anxiety and anticipation not allowing you to stand still and relax, thinking that if he doesn't answer this time, you really will just return home.
"hold on, i'm coming!", a hurried, muffled voice calls from inside the house and you don't think your heart has ever beaten this fast in your life. not even during the one time you ran a marathon to prove a point to your friend chenle, and while you did show him that you didn't only run to get away from spiders, your body took its own sweet time to recover from that.
now you hear footsteps approaching the door from the opposite side of it, and you don't think you can handle anymore of this tortuous, build up of a wait because you are quite literally one step away from calling it a day and just sprinting your way out of there, just like you did on the last few metres of the aforementioned marathon, and you know he's nearing the door because the footsteps are getting clearer and clearer, and soon he's going to open the door, take one look at you and just slam the door right in your face, but not before spewing verbal explosives at you, which would be totally deserved since he has every right to just spit on you and tell you how you're a terrible, downright horrible human being completely unworthy of forgiveness and-
"sorry for making you wait so long, i was-"
if your heart rate was at its maximum speed before, now it just stopped.
standing in front of you, in the flesh, was the man who's heart you broke six months ago.
jaehyun had just about opened his door in a way that his body was sticking halfway out of it, but he was now frozen in that position, neither in nor out, just stuck there looking like he was contemplating his next move. he adorned a loose, white shirt that clung to his defined shoulders and chest, paired with a pair of red plaid pants with a patch of some different material stitched just above where his knee was. you'd recognise those pants just about anywhere, having worn them a number of times and being the cause of that strange patch with mismatched material (you'd tried to balance a pot of steaming hot ramen on your knee in order to move something, resulting in it causing a burn in the pant).
his attire tells you that he was either just about to eat breakfast, in the process of eating breakfast, or about to finish breakfast; jaehyun was not an early riser and he liked to take his time getting ready for the day.
apart from his slightly changed hair, jaehyun looks the same as he did before, if not better. his once shorter, straight, brown hair, was now a darker kind of black and longer in a silky, mullet-y, layered sort of way, the mullet part stopping just above where his shirt met his neck and the front bits falling on to his face in thin, soft wisps.
everything about the man was captivating and entrancing, but if you had to pick a specific feature that really takes the cake, it would have to be his eyes. his eyes, deep-set and fierce, always gave the impression that he was cold or unapproachable, whereas in reality, he was the opposite. as striking as they may be, they always carried a certain warmth to them.
while they still held the same intensity to them, the warmth was missing as he looked straight at you now. after the brief moment of confusion when he first opened the door dissipated, the familiarity had sunk in, and his expression now was more or less unreadable, but you still tried to make out what he was thinking and feeling- was it shock? anger? maybe even disgust?
"okay, are you going to just stand there or are you going to say something?"
you think it was largely a combination of the last two. in all your fidgeting and gawking, you'd forgotten to actually speak to the man who's door you'd just knocked on, leaving him standing there wordless and confused, an eyebrow raised as he waited for you to open your mouth.
you try to do so, so many words wanting to tumble out your mouth but an invisible gate seems to block it, so now you're just stood still with your mouth opening and closing soundlessly, looking like an idiot.
c'mon y/n, fucking say something, anything-
"how have you been?", is what you decide to go with to break the silence in the end, an awkward smile plastered on to your face. you realise before the sentence is even fully out of your mouth that that would be a really weird thing to start off with, seeing as you and jaehyun have had absolutely zero contact for six months, and are obviously not on the most wonderful terms.
jaehyun's eyebrows furrow, a look of clear disbelief on his face as he clutches his door handle a little tighter. he looks away with a sarcastic smile, shaking his head before turning back to look you dead in the eye. oh, he's going to slam the door on you, you just know it-
"really? 'how have you been'?", he questions incredulously, licking his bottom lip while an exasperated smile plays at them. funnily enough, his response is somewhat relieving to your pitiful self, because you weren't even expecting to hear a reply to what you said, you figured he'd just walk away. you would've. "we haven't seen each for six months since we broke up and 'how have you been' is the best you've got?"
you wince apologetically and bite your lip, playing with your fingers nervously as he quite literally stares you down, irritation written all over his face.
he waits a couple more beats for you to break the tense silence and speak but you are inwardly (and outwardly) struggling to word your thoughts, so he simply scoffs and backs away to return inside.
"okay wait, i didn't tell my family that we broke up and they keep pressuring me to bring you home for the holidays, so i would really like if you'd pretend you don't hate me and come with me."
you don't even want to open your eyes to witness his reaction to your blurted little confession, so you merely stand, frozen in place with your eyes squeezed shut tightly. a couple seconds pass yet you don't hear a door slam, a good sign, so you take that as an affirmative to open your eyes.
he doesn't say anything, or do anything either really, he just leans against his doorframe with another indecipherable expression. this irks you even though you know you have no right to feel irked, but the fact that you once had the ability to know what he was thinking and now don't bothers you to the core. plus, it leaves you feeling unsure as to whether to continue. he might just start laughing at you manically or angrily tell you to get off his property like some bitter, 60-year-old man, and either of these scenarios would be completely fair of him to do.
the heavy realisation that your request sounded absolutely delusional and conceited dawns upon you, and something about his irksome expression makes you feel like you should keep talking. "you have literally every right to just tell me to fuck off, and i don't even expect an answer, i don't really know why i even came here, oh my god- this is so fucking stupid, i'm so fucking stupid and honestly i don't know why you're still standing here listening to me ramble-"
"i need to get ready then. give me ten minutes."
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the front door you're stood at now holds a very different ambience to the previous one. while jaehyun's was quiet and peaceful, the front door to your parents house reveals that the inside is just bustling with activity. the chorus of kate bush's 'running up that hill' plays faintly from behind the door, so you figured that your dad must have brought out his old record player from the dusty attic.
jaehyun stands beside you, hands shoved into the pockets of his light grey hoodie that you feel he must be boiling in, because you're wearing a black tank top with some loose cargoes that you think you might have drenched with sweat.
the sweat would be from the burning heat, but also from the agitation you're really starting to feel. there are so many different ways this dinner could go. what if jaehyun suddenly tells them the truth? then everyone in the room would hate you, and rightly so. you don't want to have to explain to your parents why you broke up with him; it's a stupid fucking reason, if you can even call it that, and it made you completely miserable. how were you supposed explain to your little sister that you and jaehyun aren't together anymore? you suppose relationships are a totally foreign concept to her young mind, but you were sure that she knew you and jaehyun loved each other very much. and you knew she loved jaehyun very much.
he does not look at you, instead choosing to really focus on the christmas themed welcome mat that your parents put out during the winter of '09 and never bothered to change. how he even agreed to come here with you, you don't know, but to say you're grateful would be an understatement.
"you still have time to back out, you know.", you mumble softly, trying to give him one more chance to escape, but he doesn't even spare you a glance, shaking his head and squinting at the door.
"let's just get this over with."
with a small sigh, your raise your hand to press your parents doorbell, the embarrassingly loud 'ding dong' ringing out from behind the door. "oh, that must be her!", you hear the muffled voice of your father speak from the inside, making a slight smile form on your lips.
within a couple seconds, you hear the sound of the muted metal bolt as your dad struggles to open the door to let you in. a grunt of "this damn door..." makes both you and jaehyun release short giggles, and you peek over at jaehyun to see his lips curl upwards into a smile, a small one but it's still breathtakingly pretty . he clears his throat and it's gone in a flash, but the image doesn't leave your mind, and you're still seeing it when your dad finally manages to open the door. "i really need to start using the new lock", he mutters, shifting his eyes to you with a big grin, leaving against the doorframe with his arms folded. "hello, sweetheart."
you chuckle and throw your arms around him, squeezing him a little as he laughs and pats your back in return. releasing you, he turns to jaehyun with a smile, who promptly sticks his hand out politely. "hello, mr. l/n, long time no see."
your dad ignores his hand, throwing his head back with a gruff laugh. "what's with all the formalities, come here, son.", and with that he gives jaehyun a hug as well, a slightly shorter one albeit, but a hug nonetheless. the word 'son' repeats in your mind like an echo, sounding more and more distorted the longer you focus on it. you can't even begin to think of what was going through jaehyun's mind. this was not your brightest idea.
you notice your mom waiting by the door with her hands behind her back, eyes bright and shiny. "hi, mom.", you beam, and she laughs cheerily, opening her arms for you to run into, which you do. she presses numerous kisses to the crown of your head, making you groan lightheartedly and try to escape her hold, but it only tightens. "oh, how i've missed you."
"i missed you too, mom.", you say but she's already let you go and is making a bee line for jaehyun with her arms open, who falls into the hug so readily and comfortably. "i may have missed you, y/n, but i missed jaehyun ten times more.", she jokes, pinching jaehyun's cheeks affectionately.
jaehyun is turning bright red, but he has a toothy grin on his face, a real one, you can tell. his eyes travel the front room where all of you are stood with a nostalgic smile, having not seen it or your parents in over six months. you watch as they look from the various photo frames hung up on the wall alongside the staircase, to the curtains that they recently changed, finally landing on the record player thay was sitting on the table. "wow, mr. l/n, where did you get this?", jaehyun asks, and you wonder whether he's trying to make conversation or if he's genuinely curious. you think it may be the second one.
while him and your dad engage in small talk about his record player, you turn to your mom to ask of the whereabouts of your little sister, and as if on cue, you hear an excited squeal from the top of the stairs. all four heads turn to see your sister bounding down the stairs hurriedly, paying no mind to your mom's strained shout of "careful!".
"y/n!", she piped, finally reaching the bottom of the stairs and running straight to you, wrapping her arms around your legs. she barely reaches your hip so her hug is really just her face pressed into your thigh with her arms squeezing your legs together, while you pat the top of her head.
somehow managing to pry her off of your legs, you kneel and give her a proper hug in return, now happy that you made the decision to come home for a bit of your holiday. she lets go and reaches into her pocket, pulling out a crumpled piece of paper and jutting her hand out to you, urging you to take it.
you smile and furrow your eyebrows with confusion but you take the paper anyway, opening it as carefully as you could so as to not tear it anywhere. smoothing it out flat on your knee, you're greeted with a drawing; two people stand holding hands under a deep blue sky, a large yellow sun shining in one corner along with some "birds" that are really just little 'v's scribbled in black. they're stood on a beach, at least you think they are because there are two shades of blue on the paper, one of them probably being the blue hue of the ocean.
you assume the two people are you and your sister, since one of them has shorter, shoulder length hair and is miniscule compared to the other person, who's hair length and height are similar to yours.
you hold the picture to your chest and pull your sister in for another heartfelt hug, kissing her temple. "is this us?", you ask her, pointing at the two people in the drawing. she gives you a proud nod in return, taking the picture from your hands and holding it in front of her face. "yup! the big girl is you and the small girl is me! we're gonna go swimming.", she informs you, flashing you the toothiest of smiles. "thank you, it's perfect.", you tell her, ruffling her hair a little as she hands you the drawing back.
she clearly doesn't appreciate that, because she whines and swats your hands away, but soon her eyes focus on something behind you and they enlarge, the second excited squeal of the day emerging from her lips. "jae!", she just about screams, completely abandoning you in favour of running off to jaehyun, who has a wide smile on his face and looks equally as happy as her. he scoops her up in his arms and lifts her in front of his face, doing a little spin as peals of laughter escape her.
he finally puts her down but she holds on to his hand, looking at the male with absolute adoration. "hi, cutie.", he boops her nose affectionately to which she giggles, turning to look at you. "you didn't tell me jaehyun was coming!"
"i wasn't sure if he could make it", you reply to her honestly, looking at jaehyun as you speak because only the two of you know what you really mean by that. he holds your eye contact for perhaps a millisecond longer than he did before, but again, it was gone in a flash. he clears his throat a little and straightens up, rocking back on his heels.
sensing a shift in the air but mistaking it for some form of awkwardness, your mother shoos the rest of your family away in the direction of the kitchen. "they probably want to freshen up together, let's let them do that."
once they're gone, it feels like you can finally release your breath, truly seeing this situation going wrong in so many ways. they don't suspect anything yet, but how much longer until they eventually connect the dots? or what if they don't even need to do that, because jaehyun only agreed so he could embarrass you by telling them the whole story? you don't acknowledge the tense silence until jaehyun speaks up. "can i use the guest bathroom? still the second door on the right, yeah?"
you don't respond immediately because you're processing the fact that he still remembers these minute details. you also realise he's only asking because he doesn't want to share your bathroom with you, and that clears your thoughts up a little. you nod in affirmation and he begins climbing up the stairs, and you wait until you hear he's reached the upstairs landing before you move.
it's so tense. the last time you were in this house with jaehyun, you had taken a short road trip to get there. you say road trip, but it was just a couple hours long, but the playlist you and jaehyun had curated said otherwise. you arrived at the house and everyone was all smiles, your parents just happy to have you home and happy to see him as well. you think that part's just as hard as thinking about the two of you together. the fact that your slightly judgemental parents adored him, your little sister looked at him with stars in her eyesâ you had lucked out in every department, and you were always aware of it, the joint guilt you felt from breaking it off and lying to your parents really getting to you now.
you swore that after this was over, you would apologise to jaehyun and finally break the truth to your parents.
finishing off in the bathroom, you step out into the hall, only to bump straight into jaehyun. backing up awkwardly, you both try to get past each but keep going in the same direction, resulting in a bunch of 'sorryâ's and 'waitâ justâ's being blurted out by the two of you. finally getting past you, he doesn't look back at you again, just walking down the stairs mumbling something about "they're waiting...".
wincing, you make your way down the stairs as well, arriving at the living room to see your mom standing beside your dad with an excited expression on her face. you approach with caution, noting that your dad has his hands behind his back. "so...", your mother starts, raising her shoulders a little out of anticipation. "since we haven't seen the two of you in a while...we got you some presents! nothing too grand but..."
"mom, it's not even christmas", you whine, ready to argue with them because you feel bad that whatever they got was still overpriced, but your mother shakes her head, urging your dad to reveal the presents. "just take a look first..."
in one hand he holds a small, white box, no bigger than his palm, and your mom picks it up, holding it out to you. the print on the box is small and typewriter-like, the material it's made out of just screaming fancy. you narrow your eyes at your parents but take the box in your hand anyway, pushing it open. inside, it reveals maybe the prettiest necklace you've seen; dainty and silver, the chain is simple but it's the pendant that's the real charmâ it's an uncut stone of some kind, a pale, translucent white crystal that's pretty much shapeless but it's wrapped in this thin silver wire that forms little loops and hearts over the stone and it makes it so alluring.
"it's a seaglass necklace", your mom speaks, taking the necklace out of its box for you and inclining her head for you to turn around. you're now facing jaehyun, who looks curiously at the new piece of jewellery with the faintest of smiles on his face. pushing your hair to the side, your mother places the necklace around your neck and clasps it (though it takes her a while, squinting and looking at the necklace hook from every angle because she forgot to wear her reading glasses). she leads you to the mirror by the entrance of the hall so you could get a better look at the necklace hanging on top of your collarbones, reaching up to touch it. "you remember? from that lady who owned the fancy place by the beach last summer?"
you do remember. that was the first trip jaehyun had joined you and your family for, under the suggestion of your little sister. when you brought up the fact that jaehyun was going back home to see his parents a little later than he had anticipated, your sister immediately asked if he would want to come with all of you, who were heading to the beach in a day or two for a little family getaway. and much to your surprise, your parents were very warm to the idea of jaehyun accompanying the lot of you. he must have severely impressed them the first time he met them, bringing a bouquet of flowers for your mother and a hearty bottle of whiskey for your dadâ it's like he had won their hearts before he had even stepped inside the house.
of course, he had met them a couple more times again after that, but your parents had never raised any issues about your then boyfriend. your dad had claimed that he wanted jaehyun to come along so he could "keep an eye on him" and "see how he treats you in front of us", but you knew all too well he just wanted someone to talk to about his interest in sound systems. the trip had gone so smoothly, so perfectly and you think that it had planted the seeds of doubt in your mind about your relationship.
the position of the window and sun allowed for the light to bleed on to half of your face, the necklace glinting under the rays as you stood in front of the mirror and surveyed it. the last couple drops of the golden hour sun slipped through the windowpane and painted your skin like it was a canvass and the necklace was the cherry on top. you were radiant, and the look in jaehyun's eyes told you that he knew it too. when your eyes meet in the mirror, it's like he tears his eyes away from you, forcing himself to look at his shoes.
snapping out of your soon-to-be miserable thoughts, you fix a smile on to your face so as to not seem ungrateful, turning to hug your mother. "i love it", and you really do, knowing that you wouldn't be wearing a single other piece of jewellery for the next couple months.
jaehyun stands in the doorway soundlessly, just taking in the scene. he had always told you that he wished his family was as close and tight-knit as yours, but due to his dad always being away on some business trip or another and his mother having her own job to attend to, it resulted in a lot of time spent by himself.
you think that might be way he slotted right in with the rest of you, from the very first meet, because his desire to belong worked very well with your family's lively, chaotic home, which welcomed him right away. this was the main reason why couldnât bring yourself to tell your family that you had broken up him mercilessly. they wouldnât blame you of course, but you know everyone would be immensely disappointed when they realised that he hadnât even done anything wrong in the first place; he was so good to you, and they just wanted to see you happy.
while your mom cooed at how pretty the necklace looked on you, your dad faces jaehyun with a wide grin on his face. "you didn't think we'd forget about you, did you?"
he probably wasn't expecting anything for himself, because you weren't either, so you and jaehyun simultaneously furrow your eyebrows. "oh, mr. l/n, you didn't have toâ", he starts but your father is quick to cut him off, waving his hands. "what nonsense. of course we had to get you something, it's no big deal", he tries to appear nonchalant but the smile that creeps on to his face is a telltale sign that it is, in fact, a big deal. "besides, if you're family to y/n, you're family to us."
it's as if someone just stuck a large knife into you, the pang you just felt in your stomach. you can't even begin to think about what must be going through jaehyun's head, because even he can't hide the way his eyes soften at your dad's words. watching your sister spring up from the couch, she runs behind your father and plucks whatever he was holding out of his hands, now revealed to be a medium-sized bag. "i wanna give it to jaehyun!", with that, she's running over to him with the toothiest smile plastered on her cheeks, holding the bag out to jaehyun with stretched arms.
he ruffles her hair just like you did, but she makes absolutely zero complaints as he does itâ if anything she's revelling in it. this makes you want to scoff, but you smile instead without thinking about it, taking a couple steps away from the mirror and towards them. "are you gonna open it or should i take it back to the store?", your dad jokes and jaehyun chuckles quietly while you don't even bother forcing a laugh, and he takes the bag from your sister's hands, mumbling a soft 'thank you'.
from where you're standing, you can't see what's inside the bag, but you can see jaehyun's eyes widen when he looks inside and back up at everyone. "me and mrs. l/n, i can't take this."
"of course you can", your mother tuts in response, dismissing him with her hand. "if i recall correctly, you had said something about your airpods not working properly?"
realisation dawns on your face when jaehyun pulls the shiny headphones from the bag, turning them over in his hand. "i think i did mention it, yeah...", he nods, eyes scanning over the clear box he holds. you remember that only one of his airpods would function properly, the other deciding whenever it wanted to do its job. you didn't realise your parents remembered, as well. "but these are so expensive, i can'tâ"
"do you like them or not?", your dad asks, shrugging his shoulders. jaehyun's quick to nod, "yes, i love them butâ"
"then end of story." your father's not hearing anyone out, even going so far as to cover his ears jokingly when jaehyun opens his mouth again. after your sister tugs on his pant leg and urges him to try them out, jaehyun slips them over his ears, whipping his phone to connect them to it. he thought it was too expensive to try fixing his airpods so he resorted to listening with just the one ear in, or using your headphones till you broke up.
by the look on his face, they work just fine, and he couldn't be happier. a wide smile is pressed on his face, a real one that doesn't even drop when he makes eye contact with you. you smile back at him slowly, but he doesn't look away immediately, slowly turning to look at your parents. "i don't know what to say. thank you."
you'd had a couple boyfriends before, not none as close to your family as jaehyun had been. none of your previous relationships had lasted very long and you could never pinpoint the exact reason why, you just knew at some point that you had to break it off. your mother always thought that this was a result of your first ever relationship, the first and last man that ever dumped you. it crushed you at the time, though you were able to power through, but since then, relationships were never your strong suit. change seemed promising when you met jaehyun through a mutual friend, however. he was kind, he was smart and he was genuine, three traits that you didn't typically see in guys you dated, but you didn't see any reason to dwell on your biggest fumble yet.
the rest of time until dinner continues in a steadfast manner with all of you sitting in the living room. the scene looked like something out of a corny movie montage, but the beautiful part of it was that it was reality, all the laughs, the eye-smiles, the stupid jokes and conversations, all of it. your parents had recently returned from a holiday together that they took to celebrate their wedding anniversary, which meant that you two deserved to look through all eight hundred and sixty two of the photos they took. super proud of the new projector he had ordered off amazon, your dad had connected his phone to it and was going through his gallery slideshow-style, with your mom making offhand comments about every other photo.
"that's from when we went on a date to this fancy restaurant, that's from the shoe store your dad wanted to go to...oh! that's when your dad just learnt how to take 0.5x pictures on his new phone!"
your mom speaks animatedly while each photo is being shown, pointing out various different things without any prompting. there were badly taken selfies of your parents that made both you and jaehyun laugh, pictures of the different kinds of food they ate, the said 0.5's of your mother taken from the top of her foreheadâ your dad was slapping his knee even though your mom wasn't too impressed.
after what seemed like years, they ran out of vacation pictures and moved on to pictures and videos taken during your little sister's talent show. this was especially endearing, because your normally high-energy sister was suddenly all shy and avoidant of eye contact in the presence of jaehyun, particularly displeased with a video of her singing on stage.
jaehyun wipes the pout right off her face however, poking her cheek with a smile. "you sound amazing, s/n", he pipes genuinely, and she's back to smiling again, even offering to sing the song for everyone towards the end. no one has the heart to turn down so innocent a request, so for the next couple minutes you are subjected to a very slightly off-key rendition of some song from the movie 'frozen'. everyone cheers when she is done, jaehyun even throwing in a little "whoo!" for good measure, and your sister performs a small curtsey before seating herself between you and jaehyun's legs.
you're situated on the same couch, but only so that things don't look weird. you invited him here to pose as your boyfriend, and he agreed, so you have to play the part too. that part wasn't as hard as you expected, the acting like a couple, no, it was the avoiding questions that was really getting to you. at some point in the conversation, your dad had congenially asked jaehyun when the next time he'd be coming home was. normally, he would congenially reply with something like "as soon as possible", but this time, he just froze. he appeared to attempt a reply, but was cut short at "uhâ", the rest of the sentence never following through.
hoping to repair the awkward moment, you start to construct a fib. "jaehyun's been uhâ you know, working at one of those um, nursing homesâ", this is too out-of-the-box a reply even for jaehyun who turns to you, trying and failing to the hide incredulous look on his face.
"a nursing home? oh, i didn't know you were training to be a nurse!", your mother is surprised but definitely not disappointed, placing her hand on her chest with a sympathetic look on her face as she looks at jaehyun. he looks as if he's trying to speak to you using only his eyes, widening and squinting them at a rapid pace, tilting his head towards you so your parents don't see his expression. there are clear signs of confusion and you're aware he's questioning your decisions, but that's as far as you get with his eye signals and you let him know by shrugging and wincing, so he closes them while sighing inwardly and turns to face your parents, a fake smile stuck on his lips.
"yes! haha, funny story, this one...", he grits his teeth but furthers your stupid concoction of a story, snapping his fingers while trying to think. "i'm not really training to be a nurse, i just volunteer there sometimes. love being around old people, you know, makes me feel full of lifeâ"
you cut him off before he can make this even worse for the both of you, taking in your mother's furrowed eyebrows and your dad's slightly opened mouth. "yes, well, it's hard for him to catch a break, you know, with all the...", you slap your hand over his knee and give it a little squeeze, turning to him with a grin while he smiles tightly back at you, eyes focusing on the hand on his thigh without changing his expression. "...hard work he does."
jaehyun's eyes don't leave your hand, seeing as this is the first act of skinship in six months, albeit casual. your hand feels so hot that you think you might be burning a hole through the material of jaehyun's jeans, finally ripping your hand off of him.
"of course...", your father trails off in confusion, and no one can seem to make head or tails of the situation. in a moment, your mother pauses before clapping her hands, seemingly already forgotten about the strange situation as she chimes "dinner in five!~". your sister scampers off with claims of helping your mother out in the kitchen (and probably to try and secure a spot close to you and jaehyun), and jaehyun stands up and heads to the cupboard containing all your placemats without out even being asked. you offer to help but he shakes his head, and you opt to go sit back down on one of the arm chairs facing the kitchen area, just observing.
this was one of jaehyun's qualities that made you fall in love with him, but also pissed you off to no end. first of all, didn't he ever get tired of just being so good all the time? second of all, why couldn't his own parents see what everyone else saw in him? and thirdly, why did you choose to ruin your life six months ago? as for the last one, you knew why, but the extent of your stupidity was real apparent to you now.
you look away when he meets your eyes and catches you, your heart beating fast when you see out of the corner of your eye that his gaze lingers for a moment or two. underneath all that hatred, was there still a small part of him that cared about you? after you broke up with him, over call that too, he attempted to call you back two or three times, but you couldn't bring yourself to pick up. out of fear or maybe even shame, you never answered his calls and since then, you'd had no contact.
it was impossible. with a break-up like that and six month's worth of time to sit and think about it, you imagine that one could hold a surprising amount of hatred for someoneâespecially after a relationship as real as yours. if you switched the roles, you think you wouldn't feel much different.
at your mom's signal, you heave yourself off the couch and to the dining table, seating yourself next to jaehyun (everyone expected you to sit with him, they left the chair empty on purpose). your sister has already claimed the spot opposite jaehyun and was patiently awaiting the vegetables that she knew your mother was going to pile on her plate, a little pout forming on her lips at the sight of broccoli. "you can't make that face every time, like i'm feeding you dog food", your mother scolds her with a smile, giving her a generous helping of veggies. the pout deepens and she folds her arms with a cross look on her face. "you guys don't have to eat the broccoli. why do i?"
she's got a point, you think, but before you can tell her to just eat them, jaehyun speaks. "that's exactly what my little cousin sungchan said...", jaehyun tells her, looking around the table with a dramatic sigh. "and we all know what happened to him..."
little cousin sungchan? as far as you know, there is no little cousin sungchan, and you know a lot about jaehyun's family, so you put your fork down in favour of listening to his story at the same time your sister curiously asks, "what happened?".
"well, like you, sungchan didn't like eating his veggies", starting off the story with a shrug under your mother's listening ears, he talks in a low voice. "he'd always argue with my aunt till one day, he refused to eat them.
your sister is knocking food around her plate while she listened to jaehyun, and she's not impressed with the story so far. "see! why can't i do that?", she asks indignantly, and your mother shoots jaehyun a look to which he winced and continues. "nothing happened for a while, so sungchan thought he had proved his point. but he hadn't heard of the veggie monster."
the story is heading in such a stupid direction that you almost laugh out loud, but you catch yourself when you notice your sister's expression, guarded and wary. "...the veggie monster? ...that's not real...", she speaks like she's not fully sure of her words herself, pausing her attack on her food.
"sungchan thought that too", jaehyun agrees, lowering his voice like one would when telling a scary story, looking around him like it could be listening before continuing, for the story's sake. "but he didn't know that without veggies, a child's body is weak. their bones don't grow strong, they stay small and their minds aren't sharp at all. that's how the veggie monster chooses his targets."
you hold back a snort at your sister's wide-eyed expression and how serious jaehyun looks, he's even got your dad attempting to look nonchalant as he followed the story. "the less veggies a kid eats, the weaker they get, and that's easy pickings for the veggie monster. he comes late at night, and there's no point in hiding because he knows. he can smell when a kid doesn't have enough vitamins and it makes him hungry."
with your sister, your parents and even you hanging on to every word, jaehyun lowers his voice to almost a whisper, and all of you lean in closer to listen. "legend has it that he looks so scary that you lose the ability to move or speak, so he just takes you. sungchan was never seen again. the police said he was missing but i knew what happened to him."
you have to admit, jaehyun can tell a story. the atmosphere felt more eerie as he concluded the story cryptically, but your sister looks positively gutted. "did he take him?", she questions, face white and voice small. he nods slowly, like he didn't want to be talking about this, and all you can think about is how this man deserved an award after the show he put on. "i had my suspicions. no one believed me, but i'm ninety-nine percent sure that at dinner, i saw a pair of dark, red eyes staring straight into the kitchen from the window."
as if nature was a paid fucking actor, a slight crash sounds from outside the window on cue, like if a cat knocked over a plastic bin, but you're pretty sure your sister shit her pants. you've never seen her shovel vegetables into her mouth at that kind of record speed before, even your parents are looking at her astounded. with her food in her mouth, she pleads with glazed eyes, "pleaseâ i'm sorry, i'll have my veggies, don't let him take me!"
it takes all of you a little while to convince your sister that she'd be completely fine if she ate all the veggies given to her and that the veggie monster wouldn't even think of her, but it's safe to say that she'd never leave a bit of stray carrot on her plate ever again. your mom comically mouths 'thank you' to jaehyun which makes you laugh, and you turn to smile at him, and he gives you a nod in return. small steps, you think, because a nod is a whole lot better than a glare.
the rest of the dinner continues as if nothing changed. sure, you and jaehyun knew things were different, but it didn't fully feel like it at the moment. your mom had prepared a lot of nice food for the occasion, and your dad even helped, particularly proud of the way his stir fry turned out. jaehyun made sure to compliment both your parents on their cooking, and they all but meltedâ he still knew exactly how to talk to them. conversation was easy; you talked about work, you talked about how university was going, you talked about the school play your sister was going to take part in, about jaehyun's parents, nothing was forced.
you'd fall into comfortable silences at times in favour of sitting back and observing, listening, just being a part of the moment. for someone who was so reluctant to be here, jaehyun seems comfortable, the familiarity of the situation helping ease the tension between the two of you. expecting some bumps along the way, you were rather pleased with how things were turning out, but you were also anticipating the end of the lovely eveningâ where you and jaehyun would eventually go your separate ways. you don't want to think about it just yet, not when everything was going so smoothly, and your opportunity to snap out of your thoughts is presented to you, just not in the way you would have liked.
your mother's question seems to have thrown jaehyun for a loop as well, because his eyebrows are furrowed and he looks blatantly confused. at some point during a lull in the conversation, your mother had politely asked jaehyun how his christmas in japan had gone; the only problem with this question was that he never had a christmas in japan, not to his knowledge anyway. this, was yet another lie you had told your parents, when they had asked why jaehyun hadn't accompanied you home to celebrate christmas, like he had originally planned to. unbeknownst to them, you had already broken up with him prior to the christmas holidays, so jaehyun wasn't exactly going to come along anyway. so, you told them that he had to spend christmas with an aunt in japan, for familial reasons.
you didn't exactly have time to prep jaehyun and give him a run down of every single lie he had to play along with, so he turns to you with a look of uncertainty and desperation in his eyes. "my, uh- christmas? in japan?", he puts emphasis on the two keywords, not blinking when he speaks directly to you in hopes that you would take the hint and help him out.
"yeah, your christmas. in japan. with your aunt", you reply to him with the same tone and expression as he does, trying your best to sound subtle so your parents don't catch on.
"yes, with your aunt! we were so sad to hear that you couldn't make it for christmas", your mother is unknowingly helping jaehyun catch up with the fake story, and he releases a short "ahh" during his moment of 'recollection'. "right, my real aunt who definitely lives in japan."
he grits his teeth when he talks, making you grimace and the fact that your parents look completely puzzled doesn't help. you need to save your dignity anyway, so you try to cut jaehyun off before he can make things worse. "haha, jaehyun of course she's your real aunt, silly", you awkwardly chuckle, feigning nonchalance when you bump his shoulder with your fist, wishing you could telepathically communicate with him right now, but you'd probably only be saying "please, please, please" on repeat.
he sighs but speaks up again, much to your relief. "it was slightly boring, my aunt doesn't do much", he laughs softly, fully back in character. "but you know, it's still nice to spend time with your family."
if your parents are suspicious, they don't say anything, seemingly satisfied with jaehyun's answer. dinner continues with few hitches until jaehyun insists that he washes the dishes. "it's the least i can do, after you both made such delicious food."
your mother at least tries to argue with him for a bit, but your dad is quite happy to not have to wash dishes, patting jaehyun on the back before standing up. what surprises you however, is jaehyun turning to you with the sweetest, most fake smile you've seen in a minute plastered on his face. "you mind helping, y/n?"
smiling tightly, you nod and begin clearing the table. this is done in silence, neither of you even looking at each other as you pick up dishes and carry them to the kitchen. your sister has run off to the living room to watch some t.v with your dad, and it feels like you're finally allowed to breathe when your mother exits the room as youâre picking up the last dirty dish. walking into the kitchen, jaehyun's back is facing you while he washes dishes, the environment and the little tune he's humming making everything seem so domestic in your eyes. this is how dinner used to always go when he came over, with you and him washing the dishes together in the end, taking breaks to splash each other with the soapy water or making out secretly by the counter.
but the air is foreign now, none of the former warmth or softness remaining. he turns to you with a frown when you place the final dish on the side of the sink, and he really doesn't look too happy. "visiting an aunt in japan? really?", he scoffs, looking incredulous while you look sheepish, avoiding his eye contact entirely.
you were expecting something like this but you hated being put on the spot. "i don't know, okay, what else was i supposed to say?", the exasperation in your voice is evident but it only fuels jaehyun, and rightfully so.
"i got an idea, how about 'oh, he can't come because i dumped his ass over call for no reason, sorry'?", he digs snidely, voice laden with scorn. there it is. "or is that too close to the truth for you?"
he doesnât even let you open your mouth, chucking the cloth he was using to dry the dishes on the counter somewhere, folding his arms while he looks at you in a hostile way. âyou wanna know how i really spent my christmas, y/n?â, he sneers sardonically, a sarcastic smile etched on to his lips. âalone in my house. miserable. i wish i had an aunt in fucking japan that i couldâve spent it with.â
you hate to admit it, but his words sting and you are well aware that you deserve it. just asking him to join you for this dinner was a huge reach, a request you really didn't expect him to accept. you don't fully understand why he did, though. he clearly despised you, so many be it was out of love for your family? you know jaehyun cared for them, but doing all this was uncharacteristic even for him. when you don't say anything but wear an agonised expression on your face, jaehyun further questions you.
"do you not have anything to say for yourself?", he tries again, his voice a little softer and more hopeful than before but you look like you're fighting some internal battle that doesn't involve him. he exhales deeply, clearly disappointed in your lack of an explanation and just walks past you and out of the kitchen.
you remain in the kitchen for a couple beats more, trying your level best to collect yourself. you can feel tears pricking the corners of your eyes and your breathing is quicker, but this is the absolute worst time to have a little panic attack in the kitchen. how you wished the two of you could just forget about everything for a minute so you could wrap your arms around his figure and fall into his embrace, feeling like that would solve all your problems. it's selfish and wrong, but you know that you're not getting over jaehyun anytime soon.
you'd come to that conclusion a couple months back. the first month after you broke things off with him was possibly the worst time of your life, struggling to eat, sleep or even get out of bed. your friends urged you to reach out to him like they knew you wanted to, but you remained stubborn, convinced at the time that you had made the right decision that would hurt the least for the both of you. you were wrong, you could see that now, but you knew it was much too late. you'd already gone through all the stages of grief, but seeing jaehyun again in this environment had really gone and thrown a spanner in the works for you, all because of your terrible decision-making skills.
any hopes you had of the two of you at least being on semi-friendly terms had just flown out the window as well, and you suddenly think that this might've been the reason why jaehyun even agreed to come. an explanation. a well-deserved one at that. you don't know why you find it so hard to give him one, but you suspect it's because you're not ready to face all that yourself.
upon hearing your mother faintly call out your name, you realise how long you've been standing in the kitchen, taking a couple more deep breaths before you join the rest of them. it's clear that everyone's winding down, your sister curled up on your dad's lap, trying to blink away her sleepiness, while everyone else mutedly watched the television. "didn't mean to keep you all up past your bedtime", you try to joke lightheartedly because your parents look like they're about to hit the hay themselves, but it's really so that no one suspects you were having a little breakdown in the kitchen; especially jaehyun.
"you're not wrong", your dad agrees gruffly, stretching a little before tapping on your sister's cheek to wake her, much to her displeasure. "it's technically your mama's turn to put you to bed, isn't it?", he attempts, but is quickly shot down by your mother, pinching his arm after claiming it was certainly not her turn. after their grand performance, both of them comically turn to look at you with a suspiciously bright look in their eyes. you don't even have time to argue, because the second the hint of a sigh leaves your mouth, they're saying "thank you" and "how nice of you to offer", urging your sister to wake up to let her know that you'll be tucking her in tonight.
she perks up a little at this, nodding with a little glint in her eyes. hopping off your dad's lap, she sleepily totters over to you. "can jae come too?", her voice is hopeful and small, and she yawns in the middle of her sentence but she just has this certain charm that makes everyone unable to say 'no' to her. this includes jaehyun, because one look from her with her arms raised and he's picking her up, pretending to complain about it. you can't help but smile at the whole interaction.
"oh quick! before i forget...", your mom gasps in remembrance, picking her phone up from the coffee table with a tired smile. "don't know when i'll get to see the two of you again so, pictures!"
this may be the only part you were slightly prepared for. your mother had a special affinity for taking photos; not that she was any good at it, she just enjoyed capturing these little moments and treating her gallery like a scrapbook. she had more or less documented the entirety of you and jaehyun's relationship, from the first few months where all the photos were cheesy smiles and awkward poses, to when you had grown more comfortable around each other. in fact, a photo she had taken of jaehyun was your wallpaper for quite some time (it took a lot of effort and explaining to help your mom airdrop you the picture)â it was a shot of jaehyun and your sister grinning from ear to ear, both adorning aprons that were covered in flour after a failed attempt at baking cookies.
the point being, you're pretty sure jaehyun was also expecting the pictures, so it didn't really surprise you when he plastered a smile on his face and came to stand beside you. his hand finds the small of your back soon enough and it makes your body stiffen while simultaneously sending a jolt through it, and jaehyun feels it. mistaking the action for uneasiness, he immediately lifts his warm hand off you so that it's now hovering awkwardly over your body, though no one can see that from the front. while you are disappointed, you lean into him anyway, clasping your hands together behind your back as you both give the camera wide smiles. you're so close you can smell his cologne and it's making you dizzy, not because the scent is overpowering but because it's just so familiar and you can't get enough of it.
the moment is gone in a flash because your mother takes three to four photos while cooing at the two of you before she decides to call it a night, and then jaehyun is ripping himself from you. you don't think anyone else recognises it, the way he seems to want to be as far from you as possible because he's so good at masking these things, but you can feel it. you can feel this heat radiating off of his body whenever he's near you and it's not the warm, fuzzy kind of heat. the spot on your back where his hand rested still burns a little.
your parents are exhausted and look more than happy to be able to jump straight into bed, but not before thanking you and jaehyun. you hug and kiss them goodnight, promising that your next visit will be sooner than this one before they exchange pleasantries with jaehyun, making him promise the same. you know this has to be hard on him, making a mental note to apologise profusely before you part ways. with a reminder that the door now locks from the inside, they bid you goodnight and goodbye, trudging off to their room while your sister scampers up the stairs to hers, suddenly full of life.
you understand why your parents were more than happy to hand over bedtime duties to you and your "boyfriend", because putting your little sister to bed turned out to be a piece of work. she started off by blatantly refusing to brush her teeth, but jaehyun had that one sorted when he reminded her that the veggie monster had a lot of friends, so that was done. she changed into her pyjamas all on her own which was a relief, but you were at a loss over how to actually get her into bed.
you both humoured her for a bit, understanding that she was just happy to have her big sister and her big sister's nice boyfriend home again, so a little excitement was expected. jaehyun played along with her, which was a sight to see, following along with the characters she assigned him in her imaginary games. but when bouncing on her bed turned into running around the room like a crazed bunny, it was a little harder to convince her that she needed to sleep now. "look at me, i'm wide awake", she insists, widening her eyes with her fingers to show you both just how awake she was. jaehyun tried a couple times to catch her, but you're both taken by surprise at her remarkable speed and agility. in the end, you had to resort to just sitting down and hoping that she'll tire herself out, which eventually does happen.
she climbs into bed of her own accord, rubbing at her eyes while you pull the duvet over her body, up to her shoulders. "when are you coming next?", she mumbles curiously while you sit on the edge of her bed, jaehyun standing close by. "soon", you reply honestly, knowing that you'll always have a safe place to come to whenever you need. "maybe i'll even stay for a whole weekend next time."
she likes the sound of this, smiling tiredly with her hands peeking over the edge of her cover, holding it closer to her. "will you come too?", this question is directed towards jaehyun, who looks defeated when he opens his mouth to answer. it's not fair, expecting him to lie to your family like this, but you know you've gotta come clean soon. you'd made up your mind at this point and come up with a plan; you'd explain yourself to jaehyun and apologise after which you'll go your separate ways, then you'll tell your family the truth after tonight, or at least make up a more recent break up, and that's that.
when jaehyun looks to you for help, you play with your hands a little, not fully knowing what to say. "if the old ladies at the nursing home let him go, maybe...", is what you decide is the safest option to go with, and your sister seems satisfied enough, giggling drowsily. you know she's close to falling asleep, and you're about to inwardly celebrate a job well done when she pops her next, unexpected question. "will you both be together forever?"
oh. there's a hint of teasing behind her voice, but everything else about the question is innocent and genuine, blinking her eyes open so she can look at the both of you when you answer. though you're not touching him, you can feel jaehyun stiffen next to you, his voice sounding more than a little awkward when he lets out an involuntary "uhh".
"what do you mean, cutie?"
you don't know why he asks that, because it's a pretty straightforward question; will the two of you be together forever? you want to laugh at the irony because you know that if she had asked the same question last time jaehyun came home, you both would have exchanged knowing smiles, giggling shyly while you tried to answer. the answer would've been 'yes', and you know deep down that it still should be.
she clicks her tongue like it's the most obvious and easy question in the world, shrugging her shoulders when she speaks. "you know, that's what people do when they're in love,", she answers with no hesitation, and you want to roll your eyes because who kidnapped your little sister and replaced her with dhar mann? "just like mommy and daddy!"
"daddy and mommy are married, sweetie, it's a little differentâ"
"i know that", she cuts off your little improvised answer in a deadpan voice that almost makes you feel stupid, but all her questions have your heart thudding against your rib cage, and you're praying to god that jaehyun can't hear it too. "but still, they love each other, and that's why they're together forever. don't you love each other?"
you're pretty sure the world stopped spinning and your heart stopped beating simultaneously, most definitely not expecting these kinds of questions from your sister. how do you even prepare an answer for this kind of situation? you know for a fact that your cheeks are coated in a dark sheen of red, and out of the corner of your eye (because you refuse to look at him), youâre pretty sure you can see the distinct pink colour paint the tips of jaehyun's ears, like they always do when he's shy or embarrassed. you can't not give her an answer, because that looks weird and she's clearly waiting for one, but answering meant that you either tell her the truth, that no, you will not be together forever because your dumbass went and ruined everything for the both of you six months ago, or you can lie and say that she's right, which would be admitting a lot of things that you didn't want to admitâ
"nothing's for sure, but you're right, if two people really do love each other...", jaehyun's deep voice brings all your spiralling thoughts to a halt, and you look at him for the first time in a bit, only to find that he's already looking at you, gaze raw and piercing. you hold your breath when he speaks, because you don't trust yourself at the moment. "...they'll end up together forever."
you hear your sister make some kind of a reply, but the heartbeat in your ears is so loud that you don't quite catch it, the eye contact you're holding with jaehyun so intense that it feels wrong to look away. what could he have possibly meant by that? or was it just some half-assed answer to get your sister to go to sleep? you realise that staring at him while trying to use your sixth sense to nonverbally convey these questions to him isn't going to work, but you can feel the lump forming in your throat, needing to get out of this situation quickly.
it takes everything in you to break the eye contact in favour of pressing a quick peck to your sister's temple, and she looks about ten seconds away from just crashing. "night y/n, night jae...", and with that she's out like a light, and you two wait wordlessly until her breathing evens out before silently exiting the room.
once her bedroom door is shut, you make a beeline for the front door, way too scared and vulnerable right now to look at jaehyun. he doesn't say anything, so neither do you, making sure the door is actually locked before taking your phone out of your pocket. the time on your phone screen reads '11:43', and you know it's too late to try and catch the metro or a bus, but you're too stubborn and embarrassed to ask jaehyun to drop you.
the air is cold outside, much colder than it was inside your warm house. at the current moment, there is no breeze either, the trees are still and there are only a few lights on around the street, and it just makes everything seem so still and loud. you look out at the road, eyes zeroing in on this one lamp post where you shared one of your first few kisses with the man standing beside you. it's crazy how time can change things, you think, because never would you have believed in the moment that jaehyun called you "the most beautiful girl in the world" before leaning in to sweetly connect your lips that he could ever be something so close to a stranger within months.
ultimately opting to look at him, you're once again unable to read the expression on his face as you try your best to speak your mind to him. "um, i'm gonna book a cab, so you're officially free to go. thanks again for tonight, you really didn't have to come with me, so i owe you one. or i don't have to owe you one, because we're not going to see each other again- anything's good with me, just uh...thanks."
he waits patiently for you to finish, and aside from the slightest hint of amusement in his eyes, you're at a loss over what he's really thinking, but his face is so stupidly handsome that you're feeling angry and a little awkward, choosing to look around, and at the floor, playing with your fingers as you spoke.
"you're so dramatic y/n, i can drop you home, it's no big deal", he's already walking towards the road and biting his lip, and you can't tell whether it's out of habit or if he's trying to hide a smile, yet something tells you that it might be the latter.
"so you just let me say all that even though you were gonna offer to drop me? dude..."
the initial ten minutes of the drive are uncommunicative, both of you choosing to look at the dark road instead of acknowledging the awkward silence that was swallowing the car up whole. you donât talk about your argument in the kitchen, you donât make small talk about dinner, you donât talk. you'd normally play some music in the background and you know that your phone is definitely still connected to his car's bluetooth, but somehow it just doesn't feel rightâ punishing yourself by sitting in this impenetrable silence should do you better.
the roads are more or less empty, save for the lone car or bike that speeds past you. jaehyun knows the way to your house from your parent's because of the amount of times you've driven back and forth, so you don't feel the need to tell him to turn right or to keep going down a certain road, making for even more silence.
part of you is still a little thankful that it isn't the most short drive, even though you aren't even speaking to each other. all it takes is picturing your empty house, devoid of the homely domestic feeling it used to carry when jaehyun was a frequent visitor. what would you even do when you got home? wallow in self-pity over your life choices? play 'sweet' by cigarettes after sex because it reminds you of him, then put on his hoodie that doesn't even smell like him anymore, just so you can curl up in bed and have a good cry while you reminisce? you're starting to think that maybe attempting to talk to him isn't the worst idea, at least it'll give you something to cry about later.
you're going crazy wracking your brain, trying to think of something to say that wouldn't make the atmosphere even more uneasy, but all you got was "hey, thanks again for coming" and "hey, sorry for breaking up with you, what's good though?". you can't even help the wince creeping on your face, finally choosing to go with the former before you have a heart attack and die in jaehyun's front seat.
"thanks again for agreeing to come", you start, absolutely hating the break in your voice from not talking for some time. "you really didn't have to do that. and for dropping me."
he offers you a quick nod in your general direction and fixes his eyes on the road ahead like he was zipping through a crowded highway, though you're sure there isn't a car in sight. "like i said, it's cool", is all you get in return, and you have to remind yourself that he has every right to be short with you.
but still, you try again. "and you don't have to worry about my parents", chewing on your bottom lip, you actually look at him this time, hoping it'll prompt him to do the same, but it doesn't. "i'm gonna tell them the truth."
he releases a short breath from his nose like he finds your statement funny, but continues to not really say anything, just nodding to indicate that he heard you. you subconsciously clench and unclench your jaw at that, because god, he's so fucking annoying, but you swear you don't mean to release the slightly irritated sigh that you do. if you hadn't seen his knuckles turning white from how hard he's gripping the steering wheel, you might not have known that your little sigh pissed him off, because you can't tell it from his face, save from the barely-there eyebrow twitch.
you don't know what it is about car rides with only one other person that make you feel so vulnerable, but you think paired with this kind of silence, you could potentially confess to murder in this setting. it's infuriating, how unresponsive he is, and part of you thinks you're jealous of the control he's exerting, because you're dead sure that if you were in his position, you'd have a fair amount to say. it must be satisfying for him in a way, watching you squirm like this out of guilt and discomfort, but you know in your heart that jaehyun simply isn't like that.
"look, jaehyun", your mouth is working faster than your brain, the silence proving to be too much for you to handle. "i know i fucked things up a bit. with how i ended it and everything..."
perhaps you should've taken a little more time to properly articulate your thoughts, because even jaehyun can't control the astounded scoff that slips out of his mouth. you yourself can't believe that you chose to deliver your words like that and it makes you sound so self-righteous, but they're out, and now you're bracing yourself to finally hear what jaehyun really has to say.
"fucked things up a bit? are you serious?", you can hear it in his voice that he's holding back, but he chooses to laugh in disbelief instead, which you think is actually worse than him straight up screaming at you. "y/n, you didn't even bother telling me in person. you dumped me over the fucking phone, saying it wasn't working."
you now kind of wish that you had just kept quiet and sat in his awkward car, and exchanged awkward niceties when you reach home, never to see him again. but this is your final chance at some form of redemption, and now that jaehyun was actually speaking his mind instead of giving you tight nods, you tried to explain yourself.
"jaehyun, i know, i justâ"
"i called you a bunch of times. i tried to come see you and everything, but you went and changed your lock and all your friends were saying you didn't want to see me?"
there goes trying to explain yourself. so you sat and listened instead, and it was the least you could do. jaehyun's voice became more and more strained as he talked, the emotions he was feeling now a lot more evident. he was angry, but more importantly, he was confused, and sad.
"i just- i didn't know what went wrong, you know? we were completely fine as far as i knew", he continues on in a laboured way and he's not looking for you speak right now, so you don't. "fuck i- i thought we were in love."
the little laugh he lets out in between his words more or less breaks your heart, the whole scenario sounding all too familiar. those exact words were the last thing you'd heard from jaehyun before you fully and cruelly broke things off, letting him know the decision was final before cutting the call. you remember that day so clearly. you had meant to go see him and explain all this in person, thatâs the whole reason you were in the car, but for some reason, you just couldnât do it. you remember how much your hands were shaking as you waited for him to pick up the call, sitting in the car by yourself in the middle of your driveway. how long you sat and cried after you ended the call, tears falling until there weren't any left. how it began raining the very second you stepped out of your car to go back inside.
the weather was a funny thing, choosing to mirror your mood only when it saw fit. it was warm and sunny on the day you broke up with him, gentle breeze and wispy clouds all around. it was warm and sunny this morning, the weather ever so pleasant as you plucked up the courage to walk to his door. it was still unusually warm and sunny for the couple months following your break up, feeling sour as ever that the weather was so lovely and all you could do was sit in your room and feel sorry.
you took note of all these occasions because it always used to piss you off. though you shiver now in the car, you think it's kind of satisfying in a way, because the only two times your mood and the weather lined up was right after the break up, and the second you stepped outside your house with jaehyun; it feels like a premonition, or a revelation of sorts. the grey of the stormy sky matched the absolute devastation you felt after breaking up with him, rain pouring from the heavy clouds like they were crying for you. now, the cold, still air feels like baited breath, awaiting your next move.
"and nothing, i hear nothing from you for six fucking months until you're suddenly on my doorstep, asking me to pretend to be your boyfriend for a night. that's fucking insane!", he sounds a little wild now, very exasperated, but you figure it's probably better to just let him get it all out of his system, and you'd do good to listen to him as well. everything he's saying makes complete sense, all the emotions he dealt with akin to what you would've gone through had it been you in his place. "and you know what's more insane? i agreed. after all that, i agreed."
thatâs the part you donât understand. your heart is racing listening to him and you have so many thoughts swimming around in your head, it's difficult to filter them. you feel similar to how you felt back in the kitchen, although this time you can't take a minute by yourself to get over it. you absolutely refuse to cry in this moment, not wanting to seem like you're trying to victimise yourself when you are aware you're the problem. but you can feel your heart breaking all over again.
"why did you agree?", you physically can't raise your voice to louder than a whisper, the tension too thick to try and overpower it.
"why did you dump me?", he counters like a child, and while you were expecting the question, it still makes you freeze up a little. he huffs in annoyance when you don't say anything, inclining his head while he waits expectantly for you to answer. "you wanted to talk? let's talk, y/n. you don't get to just waltz back into my life like it's nothing. it's not fair,"Â it's so cold, the way he says your name, but you try your best not to let it further shake you, mustering up the courage to finally speak. "it's so stupid, jaehyun."
he looks like he's about two seconds away from just combusting, the only sound piercing the cold air being the gentle hum of the engine. "don't you think i deserve to know?", he urges, voice edged with hurt and frustration. "i spent the whole day with you and your family, pretending like everything was happy and normal when it's not."
"i know, jaehyun-"
"then, tell me."
you shift uncomfortably in your seat, teeth toying with your bottom lip as you avoid looking at him. "i don't know," you murmur, your voice barely audible to yourself over the pounding of your heart.
"you don't know?", he repeats incredulously, his tone tinged with disbelief. "after everything, you don't know? don't lie to me, y/n."
your throat tightens as guilt washes over you, but you try to stand your ground. "i just... i couldn't do it anymore," you confess, voice trembling with emotion.
"couldn't do what?", he presses, his frustration mounting with each passing moment. you know he doesn't believe you, dead set on getting the answers he deserves. he's driving slowly now, allowing him to turn his head in your direction more often.
"this!", you exclaim but immediately recoil when you see the look of hurt flash in his eyes. "no! not this, i mean- me! it's my fault, you did nothing wrong." you're saying all the wrong things, but you're too overcome with emotion to attempt to form a coherent sentence. still, you know it's time that the truth came out, so you continue to explain with a heavy heart.
"i didn't mean to hurt you," you choke out, and your voice is so thick you have to swallow before you carry on. he looks indignant and rightfully so, but you go on before he can interrupt you again. "but i was so scared, jaehyun."
his expression softens at your state, replaced with a mixture of sadness and resignation. "scared of what?", he asks quietly, his words hanging heavy in the air. you feel the need to pause for a moment, hands balled into tight fists as you try to regulate your breathing. you really didn't take into account how debilitating the night would be on yourself. sure, you knew it was going to be tough seeing jaehyun again, especially if he agreed to pretend to be together, but you weren't really expecting to hash it out like this, the weight of your decision pressing down on your like a leaden blanket.
the car moves so slow it may as well be still but when you turn to him, you can feel the burn of jaehyun's gaze, his eyes searching for some semblance of understanding. "i loved you", he whispers, voice cracking with the intensity of his words. "i would've done anything for you."
you're still, you're so so still. tears threaten to spill from your eyes as you struggle to find the right words to say, but he's completely thrown you off. the car has slowed to a stop, engine idling before he eventually turns it off in favour of turning to you.
"that's exactly why," you reply weakly, your voice a fraction of the volume it normally is. he surveys you intently, his expression a mix of confusion and hurt, eyes reflecting the very same sadness you feel.
"what do you mean?"
"i was scared of hurting you," your confession does nothing to ease his confusion, but you can see he looks more shocked than anything now. "scared of hurting me?," he echoes, his uncertainty and disbelief palpable. "this is so ironic, it's almost funny..."
you think hearing any more of what he has to say is actually going to kill you internally, so you know you have to rush to explain before he starts giving you a piece of his mind again. "i know, it's so fucking stupid, jaehyun", your voice is trembling from the sheer guilt you feel, bottom lip quivering so much you have to bite it to get it to stop. "everything was going so perfectly, you were so perfect, and it scared me so much."
he falls silent, much to your relief, his expression even softening minutely as he processes your words and this gives you the encouragement to continue. "remember that night on the beach? on the trip last year?", you speak tentatively, wanting him to understand your thought process and the tangled mess of emotions swirling inside you at the time, though it's not much of a defense. the memory floods into your mind so vividly, and you can see it all; the salt in the air, the gentle breeze, the feeling of the sand, your intertwined hands swinging. it was so serene and you'd give anything to be there in that moment again, though it's nothing but a distant dream now.
he nods slowly without speaking, and you release a wet sort of laugh, feeling like you'd choke on the lump in your throat. "we talked about everything that night, our families, our childhoods, our futures...and then you brought up what would happen after we graduated college."
you know he remembers because his eyes light up with recognition and he looks like he's replaying that exact moment in his head, and you hope he remembers it with the same soft, gushy feeling you do. "you said you wanted to move in together, and don't get me wrong, i was thrilled, but it made me realise how...serious everything was, you know?", your voice catches in your throat and you're talking to yourself as much as you're talking to him and he seems to understand that, because he makes no attempt to stop you.
it's silent again for a bit as you two reminisce, but you break it again. "i just knew i was going to fuck up, jaehyun. maybe not right away, but eventually, and the thought terrified me," you sniffle a little, not being able to bring yourself to look up from your hands to meet his gaze. "that feeling never really went away, and it was eating me up from the inside. it got so bad that i had convinced myself that you were going to leave me, so i had to do it first, before i fucked up."
your sorrowful confession hangs in the air like an echo and you finally give in to the urge to look at him, and you're shockedâ he looks at you so carefully, his expression soft, much, much softer than before. you couldn't stop the tears from finally falling if you tried , the soft glow of the dashboard illuminating the contours of your now wet face. your shared eye contact makes you feel nervous, but not in the way you were expectingâ it's too gentle, too raw and it makes you feel a certain way.
"i know it's not an excuse," you're blubbering so much that your cheeks feel hot, you're practically falling apart in the passenger seat of jaehyun's car while he watches and lets you pour all your miseries out onto him. "you don't know how much i regretted it...but i thought i did the right thing. for the both of us. even though i just ended up doing what i was trying to avoid by hurting you."
it's too much now, jaehyun's too silent, and too not-angry for your liking; why is he looking at you in a way that makes you feel like he doesn't think you're the worst person in the world? you can't hold back the sob that's building in your chest, doubling over in favour of pressing your hands against your face and bawling into them. you're not too loud a cryer, but the tremors of emotion you feel are making your shoulders shake, so you're crying silently into your hands while trembling. however guarded he tries to be, the gentleness of his voice overpowers it as he speaks. "i know, shh...," he murmurs and you can't believe your ears, that the man you thought hated you is actually attempting to comfort you after everything. "breathe, y/n."
like it's second nature to him, his hand travels to your back as the sobs wrack through your body, immediately drawing soothing circles on to your covered skin with his thumb. you don't know how but this almost makes you feel worse, the fact that he's still so caring towards you. you pluck up the strength to lift your face from your moist hands, and you're sure it's not a pretty sight that greets him. your nose feels unbelievably stuffy, and your face is on fire when you meet his sympathetic eyes, the warmth from his gaze and hand spreading throughout you, even though he's now removed it. "i'm sorry," you manage through sniffles, but you think you almost flatline when he reaches his hand towards your face, ever so gently caressing it. his thumb juts out and sweeps across the skin under your eye, wiping away at the wetness. "i know."
"shh, it's okay. you're okay", he coos gently and slowly takes his hand back in favour of imitating slow breaths for you, helping you relax a little as you copy him. "why would you think i'd leave you?", he asks carefully once you've calmed down a bit and wiped your tear-streaked face, simply surveying you now. all you can offer him is a defeated shrug, attempting to collect your thoughts. "remember i told you about my ex? the very first one?"
he nods.
"i moved on obviously, like ages ago, but since then i think i've always had this idea that getting dumped is inevitable", you try to explain, voice small as he listens patiently. "it was either leave them or get left, and i was so scared that it would happen with you, that i'd fuck up so bad that you would leave. i couldn't do it."
he frowns and calls out your name in a way that sounds like he's about to lecture you, but you know he can't tell you anything that you haven't already told yourself. "i know, jae, it was so stupid, i know. i don't regret anything more", you sigh, giving him a tight, small smile when you lock eyes. "i'm sorry."
you notice his eyes soften at the nickname, releasing a quiet huff before he runs a hand through his hair. his body language doesn't carry the same anger it did before when he was ranting, now looking subdued and reflective. "i understand why you did what you did. it was stupid, but i understand", he murmurs, his voice impossibly soft when meeting your gaze, the eye contact so intense that you have to physically remind yourself not to cry again by digging your fingernails into your palms. "i would've never left you."
you nod slowly at his admission, his words hanging in the air. "i should've just talked to you...", you concluded in a sullen way and he doesn't reply in full, just mumbling a soft "yeah" under his breath. you don't mind the silence that fills the car this time, the underlying tension more or less dissipated, but you do notice the time, realising that jaehyun still needs to go back home after dropping you.
"should we, uh...", you gesture towards the road and he jumps up in his seat, as though he forgot that he was driving you somewhere in the first place, muttering "sorry" before twisting the key to start the car. this makes you let out an involuntary giggle and jaehyun shoots you a quick glare which immediately shuts you up, a certain warmth blooming in your chest when you see a small smile creep on to his face out of the corner of your eye.
it's quiet for a bit, jaehyun focusing on the road while you gaze out the window. much to your dismay, both the road and the various buildings and shops start to look a lot more familiar, indicating that you are nearing your home. you shouldn't be dismayed really, because this wasn't the most congenial of car rides, but it means that your time with jaehyun is coming to an end. you don't know what the conversation that took place means for you and him however, because unless you're alarmingly stupid, you feel that he may not hate you as much as he once did. does this mean you might even be able to see him again sometime? in a setting where you're not sweating and shaking at just the thought of seeing him?
you think it might be a bit audacious of you to ask that, so you don't. instead, you turn to him with a light grin, playing with the necklace clasped around your neck. "hey, at least you got some new headphones out of all of this", you joke lightheartedly, eyeing the package sitting on the backseat. he lets out a heartwarming chuckle at your comment, glancing at the bag through his rear view mirror. "i can't believe your parents bought that for me. you think they'll make me return it when they find out we aren't together?", he remarks, and you do your best to ignore the little pang you feel at the reminder of your situation. his comment does make you snort though, and you nod along with him. "nah, you need it more than anyone. your airpods have seen better days."
he laughs again, and you wouldn't believe that you two were arguing back and forth like madmen some twenty minutes back. this feels familiar and comfortable, and you cross your fingers in case you jinx it. "do you remember that time when we planned a picnic..." jaehyun begins, a sense of nostalgia shining through his cheeks. "and you forgot to bring the speakers? and we tried blasting music through my one airpod?"
you can't stop the peals of laughter that escape from your mouth as you nod, covering your mouth when your snort makes him laugh as well. "remind me why we didn't just play the music straight from your phone?", you question, replaying the memory in your mind like it was recent. he pauses to think for a moment, rubbing the back of his neck while he hums. "yeah, what the fuck? why didn't we just do that?"
you're laughing in unison as you take this trip down memory lane together, the next few minutes of the car ride consisting of exclamations of "oh! remember when..." and "that time when...", both of you adding on to the memories with your own perspectives and insights. the fact that the conclusion of your little dispute remains ambiguous doesn't bother you too much at the moment, happy to just enjoy the warm atmosphere while you can.
jaehyun's animatedly recounting a story about your sister downloading a game on his phone when you face him, and the last thing you remember paying attention to was that she had somehow managed to spend a large amount of his actual money on it. your eyes are focused on him now, just studying him, and he seems to realise that you aren't listening to his story when he glances at you.
"what?", he questions, the corner of his eyes crinkling when he narrows them at you in an playful manner, taking one hand off the steering wheel to drum absentmindedly on his thigh. "nothing, i just...", you trail off, scanning his features. "you changed your hair. it's...nice. i wanted to tell you that earlier."
he clearly wasn't expecting the compliment, mouth opening and then closing as he tries to think of an admissible reply. "you like it?", he then asks, a shy smile tugging at his lips when he consciously cards his fingers through the longer bit at the back. at your reaffirming nod and heavy gaze, the expected pink sheen dusts his cheeks and though you can't see them, you know the tips of his ears are pink too. he mumbles something of a timid "thank you", both of you smiling like idiots while he trains his eyes on the road.
not too soon after, his car is pulling into your dark driveway. you can't help the sinking feeling in your chest, lips curved slightly downwards. none of the lights are on, save for the streetlight, illuminating the street in a ghostly, dim way. your house looks just like it had for the past many months, gloomy and lonely, and you're absolutely dreading the idea of moping around once again. if this day spent with jaehyun has showed you anything, it's that you're a 100% sure you've not moved on, and that you won't for a long, long time. simply put, you're still in love with him, and you'll have to carry the cross of your mistake for some time to come.
he switches the ignition off but neither of you move. you're sat in your dull driveway on an otherwise empty street, all the other lights of your neighbouring houses off. neither of you say anything, mostly because you're not sure what one is supposed to say in this situation, so everything is still.
"soâ"
"wellâ"
you let out a nervous chuckle while he smiles a bit, both of you mumbling apologies for interrupting each other. "you go first", jaehyun compels you, but now you don't know what to say because you were just going to make it up as you speak. your mouth has a way of working faster than your brain sometimes, but neither seem to be too functional at the present moment. "no, you go", is all you got, and jaehyun has the nerve to roll his eyes, twisting in his seat a little so he's facing you.
"i was just going to say that we uh, reached your place", he claims in a deadpanned manner, but your car door is still locked and your seatbelt is still locked in. you think you must have lost your mind, hoping that he'd tell you to stay with him forever and never leave (which you would have agreed to in a heartbeat). "i guess we have...", you nod, looking out the window and observing your home. maybe it was the dread of going back to your old routine that gave you the sudden boost of confidence, but you realise he never answered your question from before.
"jaehyun...", you begin but falter when you think you might be overstepping, ultimately deciding to just ask anyway when he looks at you expectantly. "why did you agree to come today? we both know you didn't have to."
he looks like he was dreading the very question you asked for some time, shutting his eyes when he leans his head back against the headrest and sighs. "i don't know", is the answer he gives you, voice muffled through the palms of his hands that are rubbing his face tiredly. biting your lip, you have to hold back a similar sigh because you should've known he's not going to just tell you like that. you have no right to press, but yet you do, one more time. "jaehyun, please?"
maybe it's because you sound so meek, but he drops his hands in favour of looking at you, really looking at you, like he's searching your eyes. "why do you think?", he turns it back on you, but you know this is just his way of avoiding the question. "if i knew, i wouldn't be asking. i know you don't have to tell me, you don't owe me a single thing, i justâ", you speak desperately with all of the confidence you can muster, worried that your bottom lip would start trembling again. "please, i need to know."
you're looking each other dead in the eye, and while your voice isn't strong, it's honest and raw, and jaehyun can sense that. you can see that there's a million thoughts running in his mind just by the pained look in his eye and your own heartbeat has picked up, the sound deafening in your ears.
"if you haven't figured it out by now, i don't know what to tell you."
thud. thud. thud. you wonder if he can hear your heartbeat over the sound of his, but the blood pumping through your veins is making your ears ring, because what did he mean by that? you hope it means what you want it to mean, but you can't just assume you know everything because you're delusional at this point. "jaehyun, what are you sayiâ"
"i agreed because i'm still in love with you."
there it is. the silence after his confession is positively deafening, your mouth agape as your try to register what you just heard. your eyes flicker between his, searching for any signs that he's just messing you and that it's some cruel joke, though it would be completely in his right to fuck with you if he wanted. he's never looked more vulnerable, eyes trained on you in an almost frantic way, like he himself can't believe what he just said. the way he just blurted it out makes you think that he didn't fully mean to admit that, but it's out, nothing he could do to take it back.
"what?", your own voice sounds like an echo and you wish you had something else to say because you heard him loud and clear, but there's a burning ache in your chest that claws all the way up to your throat. the shock is evident in your voice, not knowing what to do with yourself as you visibly process his words. "tell me you're joking", you plead in a pained way, words barely above a whisper. he doesn't say anything, looking lost in his own thoughts as his eyes scan your face. "you don't hate me?"
"hate you?", he scoffs disconsolately, shaking his head slowly. "i couldn't hate you if i tried. and believe me, i tried."
you can hardly believe your ears. you know your heart shouldn't be pounding the way it is, it feels wrong almost for you to be feeling as relieved as you are. "after everything?", you insist dumbfoundedly, but the longing in your voice is palpable, even if you're trying to give him a way out. "i was so horrible to you, jaehyun." you hate the way your voice cracks, but jaehyun just sighs and offers you a sad smile.
"there's nothing you could do to make me hate you."
it's heartbreaking, how defeated he sounds, but he's also looking at you like you could do no wrong in his eyes. "i never moved on", you whisper, hesitance clear as you tell him the truth. "i couldn't delete any of our pictures, i still have all your clothes, sometimes i accidentally set the table for two when it's just me..."
he's blinking quickly, and if you didn't know any better, you'd say he was trying to hold back tears. your break-up did nothing but cause immense amounts of pain for the both of you, and you'd give anything in the world to make up the time lost. his wide-eyed and nearly motionless expression urges you to continue, ready to pour out your heart to the man you loved.
"i still have your number memorised", your face mirrors his, voice growing stronger by the minute. "all the gifts and letters you've ever given me, they're all still there in that shoebox in my cupboard."
"i thought about you everyday", his whisper is raspy, speaking right after you do. "every party i went to, i looked for you even though i knew you wouldn't be there. you know johnny tried setting me up with people?"
you try to suppress the little sting, but you feel it deep inside you. "he did?", you have to clear your throat, and you almost don't want to ask but you do anyway. he releases a sad little chuckle and nods, toying with his fingers. "yeah. i knew i was doomed when the whole date, i wished she was you."
the smile finds its way on to your face against your will, feeling that familiar lump make its way to your throat. "she could've made you happy, jae", you argue anyway because at the end of the day, you want the best for him, and you know you're far from the best.
"no one could make me feel the way you do, y/n", he replied honestly, and there's a sense of finality to his words, like he'd had this same argument with himself time and time again, only to come to this conclusion. âthe thought of anyone else touching you made me sickâ, he croaked, not missing the way his eyes ghost over your frame.
his words bring about a noticeable shift in the air, followed by silence. he watches you, and you watch him, breathing slow as your eyes dart across his face.âi donât want anyone but youâ, you confess slowly, and a few beats pass before you find it in you to speak again. "i love you, jaehyun."
silence.
you expected disapproval, maybe even a malicious scoff, but you certainly weren't expecting to feel a soft pair of lips against yours as he suddenly lurches forward.
you're stunned, so stunned that you don't even reciprocate the kiss, lips unmoving against his. it's only when he takes this as a sign of discomfort and breaks the kiss that you find yourself reacting, hands immediately making their way to caress his cheeks, leaning forward to chase his lips and close the distance between you. he lets out a sound of surprise against your lips but kisses you back right away, a hand wrapping around your neck from the back, tangling itself in your hair. the kiss is heated and so long overdue, tangible through the way his lips meld furiously together with yours, teeth clashing every now and then.
your hands make their way to his broad shoulders, one wrapping around them while the other comes to rest on his chest, gripping the material of his hoodie. you have the urge to be impossibly close to him, trying to lean forward to kiss him more fully but you're restricted by your seatbelt. it's almost as if he can read your mind, because the hand placed against your face now moves to press on the buckle to release you without breaking the kiss. "fucking seatbelt...", he mumbles disgruntedly against your lips, fiddling with the button until you hear it click, finally separating yourself from him to slip it over you. "there we go."
you don't stay separated for long because jaehyun uses the hand behind your head to pull you towards him again, capturing your lips in a way that makes all the air leave your lungs. "come here", he grunts, using his long arms to pull you clumsily over the gearshift and straight on to his lap. you settle yourself in to the somewhat awkward position in the enclosed space, but that's the last thing on your mind when all your thoughts consist of jaehyun, jaehyun, jaehyun. his lips are back on yours in a instance, tongue sweeping across your bottom lip messily and you gladly allow it to explore your mouth.
the air is impossibly thick, heavily contrasting to the cold weather outside the car, even his lips and hands feel warm against your hot body. you feel his hands grip your waist easily in this position, lips leaving your own to drag across the expanse of your jaw. you whine quietly at the feeling of his mouth sucking a particular spot on your neck, tilting your head back as you wrap your arms around his neck. "missed this", he muses, tongue peeking out to kitten lick at your neck, breath hot against your sensitive skin. "missed you."
the feeling in your chest when his hands find their way under your shirt and on to your bare skin is inexplicable, unable to stop the soft moan from tumbling from your lips when his big hands glide over your stomach, back and finally your breasts. everything about the way he's touching you and kissing you is greedy and urgent, like he's afraid you'll disappear from his arms if he loosens his grip even by a little bit. you'd be a fool to not match this energy, pressing into him while you squeeze your hands over his. "need you so bad, jae."
you're subconsciously grinding down against him needily, hips stuttering against his lap like you've never been touched before. "fuck", your eyes widen at the groan that leaves his throat, sounding absolutely guttural as he grips the skin of your hip harshly.
he's barely done anything and you're coming undone right in front of his watchful eyes, your panties dampening at the look on his face. "jae..", you whine when his fingers dip past the waistband of your pants, gently cupping your clothed core as you rut against it. "shit, baby", he marvels at the stickiness of your panties, feeling your wetness on his fingers just through the material. "you really missed me, huh?"
you don't even have the time to respond to his cocky remark before his fingers are slipping beneath the band of your panties to circle your clit, spreading the wetness around your folds. a breathy sigh escapes your lips, throwing your head back as he experimentally prods at your entrance and eventually slips a finger inside. "still so tight for me", he all but groans, pumping his finger in and out of you languidly, drinking in the sounds of your pleasure. he feels so blissfully familiar, and though you haven't been touched by him, or anyone for that matter for months, the stretch of his second finger feels the same kind of intimate as it did before, if not more.
you lean forward and press your lips against his once again, kissing him like you might never get the chance to again, all while you're grinding back down on his hand that's fingering you steadily with a thumb circling your clit at the same time. his free hand moves to bunch your top up above your breasts, peppering kisses over the tops of them. he wastes no time in pulling your breasts free from from their cups, attaching his lips to one nipple and swirling his tongue around it in a way that makes you cry out. "my pretty girl", he mumbles almost to himself while cupping your other breast, making a show out of it as his tongue flicks over your hardened bud over and over until your arching your back and pressing it further into his face. âthought about this all the time.â
keeping in mind that you're still technically in a public place, you bite your lip to contain the sounds of your pleasure, though jaehyun doesn't make it easy when he notices this and increases the pace of his fingers. the hand fondling your breast leaves it unattended for a moment to release your bottom lip from your teeth, smoothing his thumb over the swollen skin. "i've waited months to hear these sounds. let me hear you, baby", he all but purrs and that's all it takes for a moan to tumble out of your mouth, pressing your forehead against the side of his face while you screw your eyes shut out of pleasure.
with his attack on your sensitive buds and his fingers pistoning inside of you, you know you aren't going to last long. "already?", jaehyun chides with a small smirk, and it's embarrassing how well he knows your body, grazing his teeth against your nipple in a way that feels painful and heavenly at the same time. you can feel his rock hard bulge against you, and with the untimely grinding of your hips against him, you're sure this is torturous for him. "don't wanna come like this", you whine against his cheek, your entire body feeling sticky from the heat inside the closed vehicle. your puckered lips leave wet kisses all over the expanse of his cheek, and the boyish giggle that leaves his mouth makes your heart flutter. "wanna feel you, jae."
his head is thrown back against the headrest and his eyes are shut tightly, jaw clenched as he slowly slips his fingers out of you. though you whine at the loss of contact and you're almost grinding against the air, you want nothing more than to make him feel good as well. "want you to fill me up", you coo at him, softly linking your hands behind his neck as you test the waters with your words. it's clear they have an effect on him, both hands placed on your hips as he helps you lazily grind against his erection. "don'tâ have a condom", he grits out, hips bucking up to meet yours. "don't need one", you murmured immediately, knowing he wants this as bad as you do.
his eyes flicker open at that, one hand leaving your hip to brush some stray hairs away from your face, gently tucking some behind your ear. you could melt at the way he's looking at you, so tender and loving, a warmth spreading all over you until you feel like you have to look away. he doesn't let you however, hand quickly coming you to cup your cheek before leaning in place a small peck against your lips. "are you sure?", he sounds breathless, but still firm as his eyes glance between yours like he's reading them.
if he can read them, he'll know that you can't nod fast enough, dragging your hips across his needily to show him. "i'm sure. i want you, jae.", you're so needy that you don't even bother to take your pants or panties off fully, fingers fumbling with the waistband as you shimmy them down a little, leaving your underwear on. you swear your mouth waters when he unbuttons his pants and lets his cock spring out against his stomach, lustful eyes taking in the way he keeps his shirt up with his teeth. if this weren't such an awkward position, you'd have taken him in your mouth in an instant, knowing exactly what to do to hear the man in front of you whimper.
nudging your panties to the side, he focuses on collecting your wetness all over the tip of his dick, hissing at the contact. "please", you whine, not wanting to waste another moment, finally sighing in relief when he begins to press his cock inside you. he swears under his breath at the feeling, and you're feeling so stretched out just from him slipping it in even though you're still so wet that you just go lax in his arms until he bottoms out. "that's it", he grunts like he's holding back. "taking me so well, angel."
you preen at his praise, finally beginning to move your hips a little at his coaxing. sighing against the shell of his ear, he picks up the pace for you, not warning you before thrusting upwards to meet your movements with a groan. you can feel your mind going blank at the sensation, your moans sounding more like cries whenever he snaps his hips into yours, the obscene sounds filling the car. you're just so full, his hands gliding up and down your sides as he fucks deep inside you, making up for all the lost time. "you feel so good, baby", he barely gets his words out, but it gives you the encouragement to bounce up and down on his thick cock a little faster than before, his eyes widening at the feeling. "just like that."
he's kissing and sucking all over your neck again, lips ghosting over whatever skin he can reach and it's all so much, feeling a single tear stream down your face. he almost slows down for a second when he feels the tear drop on to his own face, eyebrows raised in surprise because he thinks he's hurting you, but he's even more shocked when you let out the high-pitched whine. "what's wrong, angel?", he mumbles into your neck, peering up at you carefully. you shake your head profusely, continuing to grind down on his cock. "i just- just love you so much, jae", you blabber incoherently, so wet that you're practically gushing around his dick.
"aw, baby", he shushes you sweetly, pressing his forehead against yours as his thrusts become more and more erratic. "i'm here. not going anywhere." the coil in your stomach is tightening and you can feel every inch of him inside you, more tears threatening to spill from your eyes before he's kissing them away. "i'm here."
he's hitting all the right spots inside you in this position, and he's basically doing all the work because you're like putty in his strong arms, all you can do is moan and cry out against him weakly. "i'm close", you warn him, but you know he already knows that, and you know he is too, slipping your hand down to where his rests on your hip and interlacing your fingers. "me too, pretty", he sputters through his teeth, giving your hand a tight squeeze as you start to come undone. âwant you to cum. can you do that for me?â
"oh my god", you're crying out as you cum around his cock, body and mind going numb and ears ringing as the coil finally snaps. "cum inside me, jae, please", his eyes go wide at the way you're begging him, and he doesn't look like he can hold back much longer. "fuck angel, you- you sureâ"
"yes, please, need you to fill me up", you cut him off, too sensitive from the way he's helping you ride out your high to move anymore. with a few more sloppy thrusts, his cock is twitching inside you before you lets out a guttural groan, his warm cum filling you up. you go limp against him, face nuzzled into the crook of his neck as the both of you try to regulate your heartbeats.
the sounds of your heavy breathing fills up the car along with jaehyun's soft murmurs of "so perfect" and "did so well for me". any doubts you had in your mind of this being a mistake in jaehyun's eyes are wiped away when he begins petting your head, gently smoothing your messy hair as he presses firm kisses to your head. his cock softens inside of you but he makes no move to pull out, wrapping his arms around your waist while you do the same around his neck, simply sitting in each other's presence silently.
you struggle but finally pick yourself up, gazing at his moonlit face from your place on his lap. âyou okay? was that okay?â, he murmurs softly, his voice thick and eyes hazy as he traces little shapes on your back. âmore than okayâ, you reply tiredly, pressing your lips against his once again because you feel youâre in a dream-like state right now. you're sure he's the most beautiful man you're ever had the privilege of looking at, feeling incredibly vulnerable when you speak again even though he's looking at you with nothing but love in his eyes. "now what?", you question, suddenly feeling like you've jumped the gun when he opens his mouth to say something but stays silent. "never mind, don't answer that, we'll talk about it later", you shake your head, laughing a little breathlessly when he grins at you, pecking his forehead sweetly.
you look away from him and at your lifeless house, mouth working faster than your brain once again. "would you...want to come in?", you wince, feeling kind of stupid for asking but meaning it anyway. you're both comforted and thrilled when a large grin is plastered on to his face, feeling like maybe your home won't be as lifeless anymore.
"i think i'd love to come in."
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đŠđđ˘đŤđ˘đ§đ : jeong yunho x f!reader insert đŹđ˛đ§đ¨đŠđŹđ˘đŹ: jeong yunho has a secret. it is locked away in his apartment, away from the dorm, away from his close friends, and away from his idol lifestyle. it waits for him every night, and sends him off every morning. and he just can't wait to end his day and get his hands on his pretty little doll.
đ°đ¨đŤđđđ¨đŽđ§đ: 17k đđđ đŹ: stockholm syndrome, captive!reader, kidnapper!yunho, manipulator!yunho, angst, fluff, smut, slowburn, degradation, manipulation, toxic relationship, touch deprivation, violence, light jumpscare(once), bondage, victim blaming, anger management issues, threats, blackmailing, petting, dry humping, dacryphilia, dumbification, praise, wax play, pet names, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie đ§đ¨đđđŹ: the reader isn't necessarily small or petite, yunho is simply that big and strong that compared to him she is written the way she is. :) not completely proofread!
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yunho detests being away for a long time. more than that, he loathes having to keep making up excuses and lying to his close friends just to go to his own apartment. the time digits on his phone screen do not change fast enough, and soon the man finds himself gnawing the inside of his cheek and thinking whether or not to tap on his most used texting app. he sits in his makeup chair, giving the makeup artist a hard time as his fingers itch to type a message to a certain someone.
"yunho, please stay still. i'll be done faster if you let me work." the woman begs. he sighs, and finally puts the phone in his pocket. at least tries to, before a notification stops him.
doll:Â yunnie doll: i miss you yunnie :( doll: [file attached]
yunho lowers the brightness of his phone screen, then the volume just in case. his fingers then eagerly tap on the file, and his eyes are met with a sight he will never get tired of seeing: a picture of your face, eyes glossy with tears, cheeks flushed, and lips a pretty pink shade, just how he likes it.
doll: be home soon, pretty please?
yunho: what did i say about being needy and impatient? i'll be there when i get there. behave.
doll: i will. i'm sorry.
he knows that he has worsened the situation. that your bottom lip is probably quivering right now, and fresh tears are threatening to spill down your rosy cheeks. and he doesn't hate it. he only hates that he isn't there to see it. satisfied with your lack of replies, he finally sets his phone aside and allows the artist to finish her job.
when yunho arrives at the apartment, he makes sure to turn the key slowly when unlocking the door. he doesn't turn any lights on, simply putting his jacket on the well memorised spot near the entrance and proceeding into the living room. the window is open, but yunho does not worry. you know better than that.
the place is spotless, which means that you really wished to catch him in a good mood today. and he likes when you work hard for him, cleaning his apartment, cooking for him, ironing his clothes. when he is happy, you are happy. and when you are happy, yunho has hit the jackpot.
in the corner of his eye, he notices a sketch pad and a few pencils neatly set on the corner of the window where you loved to sit. the absence of light meant only one thing; you were fast asleep. you probably tired yourself from crying, then tucked yourself in like usual.
the man's polished shoes lightly click against the spotless parquet floor, legs carrying him to the window where he has bought and installed a hanging chair for you. you loved to sink into the fluffy pillows under the blanket, big eyes looking outside where you know you are not allowed to go. but not once did you whine about it, instead thanking him for allowing you to look. he takes the sketch pad, slender fingers tracing the faint pencil lines on the white paper.
it is his face, from today's live they held before their comeback. when you texted him, you really did miss him. so much that you turned on the big tv which you never usually touch without him, turned on the youtube live and made multiple sketches of his face. you had even sneakily put a few hearts around his head, and a small one on his nose. at the bottom of each paper, your pretty handwriting;Â my yunnie.
he notices that the pencils are getting smaller from being used and sharpened much more lately. he will get you new ones as soon as possible, just so you don't stop and fall in a slump again. he loves when you do things that make you happy.
instead of going to the bedroom next, he proceeds into the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of whisky and for you â a glass of peach iced tea with four ice cubes. you love it when he brings it for you. even though he has bought packages and packages of the product, and you can drink it whenever yourself, it always tastes the sweetest when he brings it to you.
and he does, quietly setting it on the nightstand and taking a sip of his alcoholic beverage. he sets the short glass right next to your tall one with cherry blossom prints, before finally sitting on the bed.
your figure is half covered by the fluffy blanket he has brought you as a present from one of his tours. you had used it every day and night since, going as far as being whiny while it washed and dried. yunho didn't understand your love and attachment to an item like that, until you confessed one night, halfway asleep and a blubbering mess.
"you bought it for me. it means that you saw it and thought of me before doing that. you remembered me, yunnie."
and since then, yunho always looked for presents to bring you. but he was always rushed, and ended up buying you a lousy souvenir or a chocolate from the duty free shops. he promised himself to get you something even if it meant being late for his schedule next time.
the moonlight peeks through the blinds, illuminating your still flushed cheeks and smeared mascara. your tied up hands are hidden under the pillow where your head rests. softly, yunho pulls them from under it, fingers carefully undoing the knots he made himself. the knots which he crafted himself are thoughtfully put together and pretty against your skin. he was generous enough to let you pick the colour of the ropes, and your answer was always the same: lavender.
once your hands are free, yunho brings your wrists to his lips, pressing a sweet kiss to each one before turning his attention to your resting face. his fingers itch to caress you, to touch you, but he doesn't wish to disturb your peace.
he doesn't have to, because his scent envelops you, and before he can react, your nose moves like a bunny's one and your eyes open. he can't help the smile that spreads on his lips when he sees your excited expression, just before you throw yourself on him and try to wrap your arms around his shoulders and back. but he is big, much bigger than you, so you decide that wrapping them around his neck is good enough.
"you came." you exhale into his ear.
"don't i always?" yunho has to peel you away from him, and you whine as a protest. but the way his lips lose the playful curve and his eyes become serious make you bite your tongue as a punishment. regret washes over your features, and yunho is quick to grab your chin with his hand, pressing his thumb on your bottom lip. "be good." he warns.
"yes, sir."
and it's all it takes for yunho to soften again, taking you in his arms and standing up. "take the juice for me."
with one hand you hold onto his neck, making it easier for him to carry you, and with the other grab the glass of iced tea from the nightstand. as if it's hard for him to carry you; he is so strong you must be light as a feather to him. without questioning him, you relax in his hands, until you feel him sit and set you on his lap. a blanket is placed over your bare legs, enough to keep you warm as you sit in the hanging chair next to the window. the man takes the juice from your hand, setting it on the window next to the sketch pad. he doesn't ask about it yet, not wanting to pry unless you tell him yourself. he is happy you've returned to your little hobby.
"are you cold?" he asks, cupping your cheeks and then hands to check the warmth. when you shake your head, he presses a kiss to your forehead, lips a plush cloud against your skin. "my pretty girl."
you only smile as a response, still recovering from your sleep.
"you've been busy today." he notices the rearranged watch collection on the shelf below the television. the plants are refreshed, the once sagged leaves now proudly sticking up. "tell me about your day, bunny."
it wasn't unusual for yunho to sit you in his lap and ask about your day. in fact, it was your favourite part of the day. the way he listens and looks at you with his pretty eyes, nodding along to your never-ending sentences, and those unfinished ones that get interrupted with a fresh thought that you will forget if you don't say it immediately, scolding you and playfully pinching your thigh when you stop yourself mid talking and apologize for being annoying. yet lately, yunho doesn't come as often. what was once an every day routine was now a once a week occurrence. even then, he'd come and check on you, laid with you until you fell asleep, then sneaked off and disappeared into the night.
you hated it. you felt stupid, and lied to. he'd convince you that he left just before you woke up, that he stayed the whole night. but he didn't know that you felt his absence the moment he stood up from the bed. there wasn't much you could do anyway. as if he would listen. yunho is as stubborn as he is handsome. insanely.
"i vacuumed, mopped, cleaned out the fridge and threw out the expired products, put on fresh bedsheets, swept the balcony, watered the plants, rearranged your watch and game collection." you listed, head resting in the crook of his neck and eyes fixed on the ceiling. then, you stopped. and so did yunho's soothing circles on your thigh as he held your body close to his. you swallow, thinking of ways to continue before he can sense the shift in your behaviour. "i turned the tv on, watched you. you were very handsome today, yunho."
yunho hums, and for a moment, you relax and almost sigh with relief. the hand that doesn't hold you cups your cheek, pulling your head away from the crook of his neck and resting it on his shoulder so he can look at you. "who was at the door?"
your blood runs cold in your veins. yunho knows you like the back of his hand, and the flaw is in you for not knowing it well by now. you swallow slowly, eyes still locked with his dark ones, not daring to look away. "a man." you know better than to lie.
"what did he look like?" he presses, tone still calm. and it sends shivers down your spine. it is like the calm before the storm.
"i didn't see. i promised i'd never look."
"then how do you know it was a man?" the dark haired man tilts his head, raising his eyebrow.
before answering, your remind yourself that you are telling the truth, and that you should be calm. "he yelled your name."
"and what did my little doll do?" his hand drops from your cheek to your neck, slender fingers lightly grazing the skin just under your jaw before they completely wrap around the neck. the touch is gentle and soothing.
"i ran to the bedroom and hid under the covers. i was quiet, i promise." you are quick to offer him your pinky as a proof. but he simply shakes his head, then presses his lips to your temple.
"good girl."
the grip on your neck goes from light and loose to tight, growing stronger with yunho pressing the sides of it and making you look at him with confusion. "what-?"
your eyes widen as his grip intensifies, ridding you of oxygen slowly and already making you gasp for air. "if..." he starts, face close to yours. so close that his warm breath washes over your paling face, and lips barely brush against yours. "...you ever open the door, or even look through the window while somebody is there... you hear me?" his voice is a mere whisper against your mouth. you nod frantically, hoping that he releases you if you showed obedience. "yeah? i'll kill you."
"ye-es..." you choke out, tears spilling down your cheeks. small hands wrapping around his big one in hopes of stopping him, but to no avail.
"i didn't catch that." he presses further. "do you understand? if you ever think of getting out of here, or even manage to escape somehow, i will hunt you down and kill you."
you stop fighting back, instead opting for nods and silent tears. "i understand."
"if i can't have you..." he takes a look at your squirming and crying state one more time, then finally releases you. "...no one can."
a sob leaves your lips, and your hands are quick to reach your mouth, hoping that he didn't hear or at least sees your remorse.
but yunho doesn't say anything. instead, he pulls you close to him, his clothed body warming up your half naked one. "it's okay." he coos. "it's over."
"was i good?" you dare ask. you need to know that you didn't ruin what you built with him. that he didn't lose his trust in you. that he won't leave you alone for a month again in this place.
"you were perfect."
and that's all you need to hear to be calm. the peach juice waters down on the window as yunho lightly swings the hanging chair, lulling you to sleep with his voice and kisses to your cheeks and forehead.
the next time you open your eyes, you are angry and throw a tantrum. the sheets are on the floor, as well as pillows, and if yunho found you acting this way, he wouldn't be very pleased. but you are getting tired of him putting you to sleep and sneaking off. the mornings where you woke up next to him are long gone. your heart aches for those days.
there is only so much mess you can make with your wrists tied, so you give up on letting your frustration out on the faultless objects. with the fluffy blanket wrapped around your shoulders, you make your way to the living room and slump against the cushions on the couch. only after sitting up straight do you notice a small paper bag and a fresh glass of peach iced tea. the pink cursive writing on the bag makes your eyes almost sparkle from joy. it's been a while since yunho has brought you something from the bakery you absolutely adored.
you don't bother with keeping the bag, instead ripping it in half and using it as a plate for the sweet treat. two eclairs: a pink one and a green one. raspberry and pistachio, just how you used to eat in the mornings with him. he'd get the pistachio for himself, and raspberry for you. and you always wanted a bite of his, and then regretted your raspberry one because his tasted better. and he was always happy to exchange it with you.
not once did he complain about you always ordering the same and regretting it. not once did he refuse to let you have a bite. not once did he say no when you wanted to switch with him. not once did he bring two pistachio eclairs. and you might've become spoiled because of things like that, and even though both of you knew it, none of you said anything about it, because you were both equally guilty. you for pushing him, and him for indulging.
but it worked. it always did. that's why you aren't sure why yunho has suddenly distanced yourself from him. you're trying to be good for him, take care of yourself for him, even go as far as leaving windows open as a sign that you could run away if you wanted to, but you won't. at least that's what you liked to think. deep down you knew that yunho would find you even if you dug yourself a grave and hid under a fake tombstone. he'd find you, and then... you don't want to think about it.
but you have no reason to run. he takes care of you. you are his little doll, and your only task is to be pretty and obedient. but lately, you only have to do that two or three times a month. the rest of the days you die of boredom, cleaning the place, rearranging the fridge, turning the furniture around so that the place looks different and fresh. you are running out of ideas.
now, as you flip through the channels on the television, you are working up the courage to tell him how bored you are. maybe ask for netflix or disney. you are tired of watching the same youtube content over and over again. you can feel your brain rotting as you try to keep up with the recent famous youtubers. a movie would've been more educational at least.
as you eat the pink eclair, you scroll on the phone yunho has gifted you recently, with a promise of you not texting or calling anyone else but him. he can track your activity, and has limited your access to certain sites and apps, which leaves you with a few games that don't require network and a music app. it helped with your boredom, but nothing will ever be as interesting as having him around.
your fingers work faster than your brain, and you end up entering the one and only conversation on the screen.
doll: you left :(
it was always schrĂśdinger's cat with him. he will either get mad at you - like yesterday - or indulge in your whiny and pouty behaviour as he secretly enjoys it. the one way to find out is by opening the box - text him.
yunho: my schedule is packed, sweetheart. you know that.
doll: when will i be a part of your schedule?
yunho: don't push it
doll: but i miss you so much
doll: can i please please please call you? pretty please? just for a minute?
on the other side of the screen, at the other end of the city, yunho sighs. it seems you've become more impatient and needy lately, and he knows he is at fault. you wait for him all dolled up, only to fall asleep because he always arrives so late. then, you talk for a while, and he lulls you to sleep before he has to run back to his dorm.
he taps on the phone icon in the corner of the screen after checking whether anyone is paying attention to him in the dressing room. he is the last in line to get dressed, which gives him more than a minute that you asked for so nicely. he can't say no to you. not when he misses you too. but he'd never say it to you out loud.
you pick up after the first ring, and yunho can almost hear the wide smile as you greet him. "yunnie!"
"hi, sweetheart." his heart swells at your still raspy voice. you must've just woken up. "did you have breakfast yet?"
"i only ate the raspberry one."
"oh you naughty little-" yunho purses his lips. "so the pistachio is only good if it's taken away from me, huh?"
"maybe. i took a bite. it's really not as sweet as when i steal it from you." you playfully reply. "but, yunnie..."
"hmm?"
"i actually wanted to ask you something."
"ask away doll. what can i do for you?"
"next time you come over..." you hesitate before continuing. "would you bring me a book or something? pretty please? i get bored when you're not around."
"oh." yunho says, surprised at the odd request. he didn't know what he was expecting. perhaps that you'd ask him if he'd untie you. or something that he surely wouldn't allow. but he forgot how perfect and loyal you are to him, and how much he has lowered your standards. "of course. anything specific?"
"not really. you pick!" you are so happy that you'll get a book that you don't even care which one it is. "no scary ones, please."
the dark haired man chuckles into the phone. in the corner of his eye, he notices the group leader eyeing him as he gets dressed. yunho's smile drops, and he is forced to end the conversation. "i'll see you soon. don't go late to bed tonight. you need your beauty sleep."
"oh. leaving already?" he hears you pout. he'd give anything to playfully tug your bottom lip right now. "alrighty then. i'll go back to missing you until you come again. which is, what, in a week?"
"be good for me." he orders sternly. "no sassing me. and no tantrums."
"no tantrums."
"and no sassing."
"and no sassing, blah blah."
"dollie. i'm serious." he turns around so that his back faces hongjoong. the older man has taken a great interest in yunho's conversation. "be a good bunny for me."
"yes, yunho."
"good."
just before he lowers his phone to hang up, he hears your faint voice. a mere whisper, which he wasn't supposed to hear. but he did. "i love you, yunnie."
and it fucking shatters him and ruins him inside out.
"dumb little doll." he sighs, looking at the wallpaper of the chat of you dressed in his favourite outfit with two pretty ribbons attached to your hair.
jeong yunho didn't expect his schedule to end so early. tomorrow is monday - his day off. technically, his time off starts now, as he steps into the library at the great city mall. and he makes the most of it. a basket securely hangs from his hand, already halfway filled with books with eye-catching covers and interesting plot summaries on the back. you'll love these, no doubt. and even if you don't, yunho won't hesitate to come back and buy more.
he forgot how dull it is for you to stay in that apartment all day and all night. the least he can do is help you find another hobby while he is not there with you. though, he is working on being less absent. but no matter how much he tries, his work schedule seems to track his brain, because they love swamping him with new interviews and variety shows every time he even thinks of having time off. this time he will be careful not to complain much around the staff about his free time.
at the same time as him, someone reaches for the last book he had his eyes on. it was this month's bestseller, all over tiktok, and he needed to buy it. but so did the person next to him, because they held onto it and weren't planning on letting go any time soon. yunho sighs. he truly isn't in the mood for this right now.
just as he gets ready to scold the person, he notices that it is a woman. a young one. a pretty one. so instead of angry words he was ready to spew, yunho simply smiles. "hi."
"hello," she greets back. "my, you've got good taste."
both of them glance at the basket in his hand. the basket that is meant for you. yunho's smile quickly fades, replaced by a serious face and confusing the woman in the process. "it's for my girlfriend."
"oh." disappointment is evident in her voice. she lets go of the book, then opts to look at the shelves instead of the man so she can hide her frown. "well, she'll be very happy with that book."
"she will." yunho smiles to himself, imagining your excited face as you go through the books.
"you must love her very much. that is a lot of money in that basket-"
"that is none of your concern." his brows are furrowed when he looks at the blonde woman. what is it with love talk today?
"oh. you don't love your girlfriend?" she is confused once again.
her confusion is then replaced by fear, caused by yunho who grabs her by the neck and slams her against the shelves. "take your little book and mind your own fucking business. got it?"
he shoves the book into her hands. the woman nods frantically, eyes glossy with tears and hands shaking as they hold the book. finally, yunho lets go of her. the book is dropped on the ground, and she bolts for the door. only then does yunho realize what he has done. but there is nothing he can do about it. thankfully, he wears his mask. he gets to keep his job another day.
yunho spends more time at the mall than he intended. three hours later, he is finally putting the key in the lock and entering his apartment. you jump at the familiar sound, and he hears your footsteps all the way from the bedroom. he sets the bags on the floor just in time to catch you into a hug.
"hi, doll." he coos. you only hum in response, burying your head into the crook of his neck and inhaling the faint traces of his perfume. he smells of vanilla and musk, with a hint of sweat. and you love every bit of it. nuzzling your nose against the sensitive area on the neck right under his ear, you can't help but sigh with content. yunho chuckles, before lightly squeezing your sides as a sign to let go of him.
you do so, without whines or tantrums this time. he wasn't supposed to come for another week, and he has graced you with the sudden visit. and you will make sure he doesn't regret it.
"i want you to go to the bathroom and freshen up while i prepare something." he orders with a kiss to your forehead.
"yes, yunnie." you obey, already on your way to the bathroom.
it doesn't take you more than ten minutes to take a quick body shower, put on a new comfy sleep dress, and put your hair in a hair clip how he likes it. you almost skip through the hallway, the cold autumn air chasing your bare legs until you reach the bedroom where yunho hides. but when you open the door, he isn't there. only a few paper bags on the bed, and a box with a bow on top and small holes poked on the sides.
not sure if you can touch without him, you opt for sitting on the bed and waiting patiently for him. while he is gone, you glance at your chipped nail polish. you should've asked him for polish remover instead. you accidentally spilled it when you foolishly tried to multitask by watching television and painting your nails. does yunho notice things like that? will he say anything about it? what if you just paint over it? will it look bad?
your thinking is interrupted by the tall man entering the bedroom, with two glasses in his hands. one with whisky, and one in similar colour to it. you know it's your iced tea; its sweet scent envelops the room as soon as he sets it on the nightstand.
"my patient doll." he praises with a kiss to your head. his fingers find their spot under your chin, raising your head so that you look up at him. his other hand reaches for your hair that you have neatly pulled back into the hair clip. with a single motion, his finger hooks into a few strands of it, setting them free from the clip and letting them frame your face. "so pretty."
if you could physically melt on the bed right there and then, you would. the way yunho looks at you makes your brain mushy, and your legs weak. after all this time, he still has that effect on you.
"i got you something." he motions for you to stand up, then sits down and pulls you into his lap. your back rests against his chest as his does against the bed frame. you sit cross-legged, making space for the bags so you can reach them easier. he takes the box first, pulling it between his legs that hold you securely and in front of you. "go on, open it."
all the hesitation is gone as soon as he gives the green light. the bow is shoved aside, and so is the lid. a gasp leaves your mouth at the sight.
two light brown ears perk up at the newfound light, and soon enough, a snout peeks out of the box. it sniffs, and sniffs, until it gets the courage to climb out of the box and flips it over, trapping itself under it. yunho removes the box and throws it on the floor, causing both the animal and you to jolt lightly. then, he takes the almost hand sized rabbit in his hand, holding it for you to take.
"it's a rabbit."
"yes, love. it's a rabbit." he confirms.
"it's so cute."
"i know." he kisses your cheek. "a bunny for a bunny. now you'll have a little companion when i'm away."
you carefully take it in your hands, testing the waters. it is pure fluff in your hands, as soft as yunho's hair after a shower. a little ball of fur with two big eyes and big floppy ears. and it is all yours.
"what will you name her?"
"dawn." you have your answer ready.
yunho laughs fondly. "dawn?"
"it's my favourite part of the day." yunho then remembers you telling him how much you prefer sunrises over sunsets. sunsets make you sad. they mark the end of the day. and you hate when things end. dawn brings a fresh day, and the sun is as pretty when it rises as it is when it sets. "thank you, yunho. i love it."
"don't thank me, love. you deserve more than that for being so obedient for me. now go through the rest of the presents. i'll keep your bunny safe while you do it."
"uh..." you look at your tied wrists.
he manages to untie the knot with a single hand, keeping the rope in it and playing with it while you start digging through the bags. with each book you pull out you let out a squeal of excitement. if it weren't for yunho, you would've stayed up all night reading.
but he had other plans once you finished exploring, taking your hand in his and pulling you back into his lap. the bunny is fast asleep on the pillow next to him, making you his main point of attention. the last book is still in your hands, fingers flipping through illustrated pages of the limited edition and eyes gawking at it. the smell of whisky fills your nostrils, and you look up and find him taking a sip.
"what does it taste like?" you wonder.
yunho doesn't answer. instead, he brings the glass to your mouth, pressing the edge against your lips. "small sip. a tiny one."
you listen, keeping your lips closed so that only a small amount of liquid can pass through. something about this is so intimate: him holding you in his lap as you wear your sleep dress, a book in your hands, making you drink from his glass, not breaking eye contact as you do so.
and yunho's view is to die for. you look at him with those pretty eyes of yours, completely under his control and trusting him. your lips finally touch the whisky, and tongue barely peeks to taste it. you pull away, shutting your eyes and pursing your lips in disgust. "eugh."
yunho laughs, then downs the glass before putting it on the nightstand. "let's stick to your peach iced tea, hm?"
you nod in response. then, yunho finds the second light switch above the bed frame, turning it off. the moon is almost full, resting its silver rays on the bed and lighting up yunho's face. you'll never get over how insanely handsome he is. he is almost unreal. sometimes you even ask yourself whether he is a fruit of your imagination from staying alone for so long. no man you've met was this majestic: with hair as black as a raven, eyes dark and shiny as a starry night, porcelain skin, pretty nose with a little bridge where he rests his glasses, and oh, the prettiest pink lips. many times you've found yourself gazing upon his lips as he spoke or ate. and many times you wanted to close the distance as he held you on his lap while he read something or simply scrolled on his phone.
but you can't. yunho doesn't like being touched. at least that's what you gathered from the way he jumps when you try to remove a fallen eyelash from his cheek or straighten a sticking strand of hair. yunho gets very jumpy if you even hug him without warning. and you like to think that he is like that with everyone. that you aren't the issue.
but no matter how he behaves towards you, whether he is distant or can't keep his hands off you, he is still royally beautiful.
"thank you, love. you're not bad yourself."
blush creeps up your cheeks. you didn't mean to say it out loud. but yunho doesn't mind, and instead pulls a cover over both of you and sets the book aside. your legs are cold against his warm ones, still clothed. "won't you change?"
"i'm too lazy." he admits.
"can i change you?" you offer, sitting up and leaning on your elbows.
yunho smiles, eyes still closed. "i'd like to see you try."
in no time, you find his dark blue silk pajamas. that's the easy part. the hard part is yet to come. yunho is strong, and heavy. and big. blush warms up your cheeks once again as your hands find the hem of his turtleneck. he looks dashing in the tight turtlenecks and slacks. but right now, you'd rather see him comfortable. he deserves it after all the hard work.
he only helps you by raising his hands and head in the air just enough for you to pull the top off. you drink in the sight of his muscles, while his torso is covered by an undershirt. you pull the pajama top over his head, then his arms, and finally fix the collar. your eyes then fall on his belt. swallowing thickly, your fingers unbuckle it, and it causes yunho to grab your hands and stop you.
"i'll do it."
"what? why?" you're disappointed.
"i'll do it faster. i'm getting pretty sleepy, we should go to bed."
no amount of pouting convinces him to let you continue. he is out of his slacks and into the pajama bottoms in no time, giving you no time to sulk on the bed. he scoops you in his arms, throwing the fuzzy blanket over both of you.
"good night, bunny."
"whatever." you mumble into his chest.
the hand that rests on your lower back sinks to your bottom, pinching it lightly. you squeal, jolting away from his hand and further into his body. "behave."
"sorry." your voice is a mumble again. "yunnie?"
"go to sleep."
"but yunho." you whine, fingers playing with the buttons of his top.
he sighs. "yes?"
"what am i to you?"
that yunho cannot answer. simply because he has worked so hard on the relationship you two have. if he tells you, he might ruin the illusion. and you might remember. you might remember that it is not normal to be tied up and locked in a stranger's apartment. after all, you don't know the true him. that makes him a stranger to you. he has ridden you of any desire you had to escape, and instead made you depended on him. he has destroyed you, scared you so bad to the point that you started seeing a friend in him. he doesn't know whether you woke up one day and accepted your fate and decided to play along with his sick and twisted games of emotions and obsession, or simply had a switch in your brain click and made you the way you are right now. a loyal and obedient little pet for him to gawk at, dress up however he wishes, and keep locked away where nobody can find it.
he knows it's not normal. he knows his sins. and he knows that behind the loving eyes you give him that there is hate pushed down so deep, scared to make an appearance. he has pushed it there with his own actions. he also knows that just because he recognizes his flaws doesn't make him less guilty. moreover, it makes him even more evil. he knows, yet he doesn't stop.
he wishes he can, really. he wishes he can untie you, let you go, live a normal life, find a girlfriend, stop sneaking out of his dorm at late hours and return at early ones. hell, he could've asked you out on a date instead of putting his hand over your pretty mouth behind the concert stadium and drag you into his car. but then everybody would see you. somebody might even want to take you away from him. and yunho can't allow that. you are his to see, his to touch and his to keep.
you belong to him, heart and soul.
"does it matter?" his voice comes out as annoyed, but it doesn't affect you.
"a little." you admit. "you don't kiss me, but you give me affection other ways. what does that make us?"
it makes you my prisoner, and me your captor. you just don't know it yet. or maybe you've grown blind to it. maybe i've broken your perception of how things actually are. maybe i've convinced you that this all is normal.
"i'm sorry, i shouldn't have asked." you notice how tense he is under your touch. "good night."
but yunho doesn't want to leave you without an answer. he kisses your temple, then your cheek, and finally, your ear. his lips stay there, brushing against the sensitive ear shell as his warm breath tickles you. "you're mine. that's all that matters."
"are you mine?" you ask.
yunho sighs, pulling you closer to him and completely wrapping his arms around your shivering body. "good night, doll."
you wake up in a cold and empty bed again. excluding the curled up rabbit next to you.
and you are furious.
blinded by rage, you reach for your phone, not even noticing that your hands are still untied. usually he'd tie them up while you are halfway asleep or completely asleep as to not disturb you. before you can press the call button next to his name, the bathroom door opens, revealing the man you were about to scold. he has discarded his sleep top, leaving him only in bottoms and a sleeveless undershirt.
"thought i heard you wake up." he smiles. "come, let's get you ready for the day. i let you sleep in enough."
the phone is forgotten in the blanket, and your legs carry you into the bathroom. he has a toothbrush in his mouth, and his hair is a fluffy mess. you love when he looks this soft. he is less intimidating. not that you are scared of your yunho. he wouldn't hurt you. only if you give him a reason to.
noticing your bare feet on the cold tiles, the man picks you up and places you on the counter near the sink. he hands you your own toothbrush after he squirts the paste on it. comfortable silence swallows the small bathroom, the only sounds being the teeth brushing and yunho's light humming to a song as he stands between your legs that hang from the counter, swinging along with yunho's song. his hand rests comfortably on your thigh, thumb rubbing soothing circles on the exposed skin below the dress.
you've noticed he loves your thighs. to touch them, to pinch them and caress them. and you don't mind. in fact, you love that he can't get his hands off you. it makes you feel attractive. you hope you are attractive to him. sometimes it doesn't feel like that. you look at him with loving eyes, and he... he looks at you like you're his most prized possession. you're just an eye candy. a doll he comes to play with and dress her up just to feast his eyes. perhaps the fault is in you. you don't attract him enough. it could be your appearance. you should switch from the comfy silk sleepwear he has gifted you in every colour so you can be comfortable around the house into something more appropriate and mature. or maybe it was your behaviour. you are so depended on him that you often end up feeling extremely childish.
yet he insists that he loves doing everything for you. he loves to see you in the pastels. he loves when you ask him for help. and he loves making you ask for help by closing the jars too tight, or putting the glasses on the top shelves where you can't reach even if you climb on a chair.
"hey." his finger playfully taps your nose, noticing you have stopped brushing. "where did you go?"
you shake your head, ridding your brain of the thoughts for a while. "sorry. were you saying something?"
"i said," he takes the toothbrush from your hand and continues brushing your teeth for you, holding your jaw in his palm and head in place, then continues talking, "we have a busy day ahead of us."
"sho... you're shtaying all day?" you mumble with foam in your mouth.
"i'm all yours today." he finishes brushing, then motions for you to spit in the sink. you do so, earning yourself a playful pat on the head. "good girl."
"you have a little stubble." you notice, fingers reaching to touch the short hairs on his face. it is not often that yunho lets you touch him like that, so when your hand cups his cheek, you are surprised when he simply looks at himself in the mirror with furrowed eyebrows. he doesn't remove your hand, and you savour every second of it.
"suppose i do. i should shave it off." the man runs both toothbrushes under the warm water, then sets them in the cup next to each other. his dark blue one with black bristles is a funny contrast to your lavender one with white bristles. it's like they resemble the two of you. maybe that's why he bought them. "want to help me?"
"help you?" you raise your eyebrow. he doesn't answer. instead, he hands you his razor, showing you how to properly hold it. while he smears the shaving foam on his face, you can't help but take secret glances at his exposed arms. he notices, then looks down at his undershirt.
"right, i should probably take this off." with one single motion, the fabric lands on the floor and he steps on it. you are left gawking at his bare torso. he doesn't usually undress in front of you. this is the first time you see his defined body. he looks absolutely dashing, and the sight makes your stomach feel fuzzy. you instinctively try to close your legs, but forget that he is standing right between them. "come closer."
you are now sitting on the edge of the counter, and if it weren't for yunho's hands holding your thighs and keeping your body steady, you would've kissed the cold tiles below his feet. he guides one of your hands to his face, then lets you figure it out on your own. you hesitate. "what if i cut you?"
"well... try not to, i guess." he shrugs. "i want to be pretty for you too. just as you do for me."
as gentle as possible, you swipe the razor over his cheek. it leaves a smooth trail behind, without any red lines or spots. little by little, your smooth faced yunho appears, and so does a smile on your lips. with one final swipe, you finish, not cutting him once in the process. "all done!"
"good job, bunny." he praises with a kiss to your forehead. "come on now, let's get you dressed. as i said, we have a busy day ahead of us."
when yunho said busy, you thought he meant cleaning the house or helping him with something. not standing in line at an amusement park with your hands untied. you haven't been outside in forever, if you exclude the balcony. today, yunho has decided to surprise you with a trip to an amusement park. he looks comfortable and fresh, wearing a simple black t-shirt with black ripped jeans, a leather jacket and sneakers. beside him, you are dressed up in his hoodie and his sweatpants, and his denim jacket. somehow, your clothes have been disappearing little by little, leaving you with only sleepwear. does it have anything to do with the fact that he likes to see you in the pastel sets he keeps bringing over instead of actual clothes? no, of course not.
yunho did make you promise him a few things before exiting the house:
no distancing yourself from him
no talking to other people
no looking at other people
no going anywhere without asking him first
no yelling each other's names
keep the sunglasses on your face
have your phone in your hand at all times in case anything happens and one of you needs to get a hold of each other.
and you happily agree. you wouldn't do the opposite even if he didn't make you promise all those things. yunho is all you have, and without him, you'd be overwhelmed and lose yourself. the place is enormous, everything shining bright into your eyes and looking the same. no wonder people get lost there all the time. or perhaps you're just used to the dark apartment that seems to be getting smaller and smaller each day you wake up.
"what would you like to do?" he asks once he shows the tickets at the entrance and guides you inside.
"me?" you are confused. "i- i don't know."
"we have two hours to have fun. we'll do whatever your heart desires."
"really?"
the eyes you give him as you look at him all excited is the reason yunho has you all to himself. those same eyes that have looked at him from the first row at the concert, and he could not look away. you smiled so bright at him when he gave you attention, and when he saw you outside of the stadium, he knew he had very little time. and he knew he had to take you for himself. you were so sweet, and so pretty. simple things excite you, and the sight of you almost beaming is what warms yunho's heart. then, he starts to think that he might've made a mistake by bringing you here. someone could see you, and take you away from him.
no. he will not allow it. he'd rather kill you than let anyone else have you. and that's a promise he made to himself the first night he tied the pretty knots on your wrists.
"yunnie...?" your voice pulls him out of his thoughts.
"hm?" he brings his attention back to you. your eyes have lost the excited glint, and are now filled with worry. his sudden serious face must've scared you. "right. what did you want to do?"
"can i try that?" you point towards a stand.
yunho isn't surprised when he turns around to see big stuffed animals hanging from the stand, and multiple small ones arranged on the shelves against the wall behind the vendor. "do you want to play by yourself?"
"can i?"
"you may."
you roll your eyes at his correction. but before he can scold you for it, you squeeze his hand and drag him to the stand. the game seems simple enough: three balls to throw, and three pyramids of different objects to topple. yunho pays the vendor, then stands aside and lets you focus.
"go pink koala." you whisper, keeping the balls close to your chest. you don't miss yunho's chuckle from the side. "hush! i'm concentrating."
but no amount of concentrating got you the big stuffed koala. even yunho was getting irritated as time passed by. not with you, but with the vendor. "are you kidding me?"
you stop mid throw, eyes darting to the tall man in fear. you haven't done anything wrong. ...have you?
"you're telling me that those plastic cups didn't budge?" he approaches the counter.
the vendor shrugs. "are they down?"
"well, no-" yunho starts.
"oh so you aren't blind. just stupid."
oh no.
you can almost hear yunho's blood boil beside you. your hands instinctively wrap around his arm, hugging it to your body. "yunnie."
"step back." he orders.
and you do, letting go of him. to anyone looking, that would've seem mean and horrible. but you know why he told you to stay away. he doesn't want to hurt you.
"you're telling me," yunho takes a ball from your hand, "that this ball," he aims for the vendor, "didn't even budge those plastic cups?" and hits him right in the forehead.
when yunho is loud, you aren't as scared. it is when he is calm that you are terrified. and right now? he is as calm as the stuffed animals sitting on the shelves behind the man who holds his forehead. yunho crouches to the floor, enough to pick up a ball sized stone. he aims for the first pyramid of plastic cups, and throws with such strength that it manages to bring them down. he takes a second one and does the same with the glass bottles, breaking them and sending shards flying everywhere. the third rock hits the clay mug at the bottom of the pyramid, causing it to ruin the balance of the rest of them and fall to the ground with a crashing sound.
"okay, okay!" the short vendor is desperate. "take the fucking prize and leave my stand!"
"with pleasure." yunho smiles with satisfaction. you don't have time to look at him in awe because he picks you up on his back and approaches the hanging stuffed animals. "go on, angel. help yourself."
your hands know where to go, immediately grabbing the pink koala that is half your size. when yunho doesn't set you down, you look at with a raised eyebrow.
"that's all you want?"
"i can take more...?" your eyes dart between the terrified vendor and an amused yunho.
"we can take the vendor if you want."
you're not sure what is funnier:, yunho's laid back attitude or the vendor's face. in one thing you are sure: you are taking that big grey elephant.
if someone had told you yesterday that today you'd freely walk around outside with yunho by your side, both carrying a big stuffed animal that made every child passing by jealous, you'd say ha, i wish. if someone had told you that today you'd hold hands with yunho as you pass by various stands and he offers to buy you anything from it, you'd say ha, you're crazy. and if someone told you that after a rollercoaster and a haunted house yunho would take you to the ferris wheel and demand that the cabin isn't to be shared with anyone, you'd say ha, your imagination is wild.
yet here you are, sitting inside the cabin high on the ferris wheel, stuffed animals sat across from you and leaning against each other. yunho sits by your side, a cup of chocolate chip ice cream that you have picked just before getting in line in his hand. there was a no food allowed sign, but yunho would rather fight the teen boy in charge of checking tickets than see your disappointed face again when you read the sign. luckily, a single glare from yunho was enough to stop the boy mid sentence as he read it out loud.
"i can feed myself you know." you pout as he brings the plastic purple spoon to your mouth. he specifically asked for that colour.
"i know." he simply replies.
"then... may i?" you reach for the paper cup, but he pulls it away. "please?"
"why?" he brings the spoon to his mouth once it starts melting off it as to not stain your - his - clothes. you blush furiously, the thought of eating off the same spoon as him making your stomach fuzzy. "i like to pamper you. besides, dolls need maintaining."
"they also need to be played with more often." you cross your arms over your chest.
he doesn't respond, instead offering you another spoonful of ice cream. you are distracted by his piercing gaze, unable to look away. it leads to you almost missing the spoon, making most of the ice cream land on your lips rather than between them. and it's like something switches inside of him. his gaze drops from your eyes to your lips, and his hands set the cup down.
"do you have a napkin? i'm a mess-" you start licking your lips. before you can wipe the rest with the sleeve of the hoodie, yunho stops you by grabbing your wrists with one hand and looking deeply into your eyes, just before pushing you down on the seats with his other one on your chest so that you are laying with him on top. "what- what are you doing?"
"stay still." his voice is a mere whisper, a warm breath against your face. you gulp, a little louder than you intended. but he doesn't laugh. his face doesn't change. it is dead serious, with his brown eyes becoming as dark as his raven hair. his pupils are so diluted that they give the illusion of turning black. and you're not sure whether it is good or bad in this situation. "dollie..."
you lay perfectly still. the wheel has stopped, letting the visitors enjoy the view and take pictures. yunho, however, couldn't care less. not when he has you pinned down below him, hair beautifully splayed out, cheeks pink with blush, and eyes shiny and curious. and that damn ice cream on your bottom lip. he closes his eyes, then leans his forehead against yours. his nose gently brushes against yours, sending shivers down your spine and almost making you shudder. that, along with the way his one hand effortlessly holds both your wrists pressed into the leather seats has you seeing stars.
"fuck," he sighs against your lips. "fuck, what are you doing to me?"
"did i do something wrong?" the question is genuine.
"no, no." he shakes his head. "no. you're perfect. you're gorgeous. you're everything a man could ever want. you're everything i want."
he pulls away for a split second, eyes roaming your face for any signs of discomfort. when he doesn't see any, he licks his lips, then gulps.
"you're making me weak." his voice is velvet in your ears, gentle and soothing. his free hand moves the loose strands of hair out of your face, caressing your cheek in the process and continuing the path to your jaw to cup it. "and you don't even know it."
his plush lips capture your bottom one between them, tongue swiping across it to lick the ice cream off. you shudder beneath him, body arching off the seats and finding comfort against his warm chest. his hand lets your wrists go, as well as your jaw, only to find their comfort on your waist. you've never done this. yet your hands seem to move so naturally towards his hair, fingers sneaking between the soft locks and gently massaging his scalp as he nibbles on your bottom lip. a rush of heat takes over your stomach and the space between your legs. the feeling so good and new, yet so empty. you need more of him. you crave him now more than ever.
when he pulls away, it is because he needs to catch his breath, and so do you. his lips have turned a darker shade, and are so inviting to touch. and you do so, allowing yourself a moment of braveness. digits reach for his plump lips, the touch so light that yunho's lashes flutter. he can't help the desire that takes over his body and mind, pinning you further against the seats with his body and squeezing your bare waist underneath the hoodie. "you're killing me."
"how?" you didn't mean for your voice to come out so... pathetically raspy. you clear your throat. "is that bad?"
yunho chuckles in between shallow breaths. "god, you're so precious."
his lips lock with yours once again, leaving small and gentle kisses on them. until your tongue shyly peeks out to try the waters and be smooth like him. and it sends him over the edge. it makes him sit up straight and pull your body with him so that you sit on his lap, legs spread and resting on each side of him. one of his hands snakes further underneath the hoodie and follows a trail up your spine, feeling up your bare skin that burns and shivers beneath his metal rings. yunho can't keep his hands to himself anymore. he kisses you deeply, with his tongue chasing yours and seeking for a taste of you.
you taste him too, enjoying the mix of the chocolate chip ice cream and him. and he tastes better than you've ever imagined. he is intoxicating, leaving you yearning for more each time he pulls away to breathe. your body responds to him, seeking the warmth of his and aching to be held and touched. you are touch starved, and he is at fault. he might be able to redeem himself. especially when his lips take a detour from yours and continue down your jaw and to your neck. his hot tongue swipes down it, following an imaginary line and lightly grazing his teeth against your sensitive skin.
"yunnie..." you wish to call his name, but it comes out as a breathy moan. "please."
yunho pulls away, gulping once again. "what?" he breathes out.
"i- i don't know." you admit. "i need something. i need you."
"doll." he warns. "you can't say things like that."
subconsciously, your bottom lip sticks out in disappointment. you already know that he will playfully tug at it. except this time, he doesn't. he looks you with a gaze so intense that it makes you feel the smallest in the world. "sorry."
"love," the man sighs, regretting his tone. his hands cup your cheeks and bring your face close to his again, enough for him to leave a kiss on the tip of your nose. "i'd destroy you."
"what do you mean?" you should be scared. that can't mean any good, can it? just why are you squirming in his lap then, thighs aching to be pressed together and core burning up?
"oh, sweet little bunny." the realization hits him. you really are that sweet and innocent. "i just mean that..." he stops to think.
he won't be able to resist himself. and he doesn't want to hurt you. yes, he loves to see you cry. and yes, he has the twisted desire to see you split open on his cock as you cry and whine about how big he is, and how you can't fit him. to see pretty tears spilling down your cheeks as you enjoy the pain he inflicts on you, begging for more. he'd stop if you told him to, of course. he would never do anything to hurt you like that.
"you just mean that...?" you wake him up from his filthy fantasies.
his hands leave your body, only to rest on top of your hands which play with the zipper of his leather jacket. "i mean that you're not ready."
i just mean that i am not ready.
"you'll have to be a patient little doll. can you do that for me?" he tilts his head to properly look at you as your gaze is locked on his hands over yours. "angel?"
"yes."
"yes, what?"
"yes, yunnie."
"that's a good girl."
the wheel continues spinning, just when yunho gently removes you from himself and lets you sit on your own. all flushed and hair messy, you turn towards the windows, hoping to fix the situation while you pretend to look at the view and hide from his eyes. a click echoes in the cabin. then another, and another. you turn around to find yunho taking pictures of you from the opposite seats, a soft smile on his face as you try to hide into the hoodie.
"stop, i look horrible!"
"one more, come on." he approaches you, taking your jaw into his hand and making you look at him. he gets the perfect shot, your flushed face on full display, sitting so perfectly in his palm, with big eyes looking up at him. "perfect."
"my hair is a mess." you complain, hands struggling to fix the loose strands.
the dark haired man imitates your pout. "no pouting."
"i wasn't."
you jolt when his fingers tug on your bottom lip. he really loves doing that. "and no lying. you know how i feel about lying."
that you do. he hates lying more than anything. lies, white lies, being silent about things. it didn't matter. yunho hated it. your lips are too pretty to tell lies, he had told you once. truthfulness means a lot to him, and he appreciates it when it comes from you. "sorry."
seeing that he burst your bubble, he crouches in front of you, taking your hands in his and bringing them to his lips to leave a kiss on the back of each one. "i'll fix your hair when we get home. i promise."
the ride comes to an end, with yunho and you exiting last, each holding a stuffed animal. you walk beside yunho, content. you kissed him.
no, he kissed you.
yunho kissed you. it's everything you've ever desired for as long as you can remember. and it's better than you've imagined. his lips were indeed as soft as they looked, maybe even softer. his tongue a burning fire against yours, and hands molding your body like clay in his hold. you're feeling selfish, wishing for more. wishing that the wheel got stuck and left the two of you up there, continuing with the activity. as you look at his side profile - the one you can never get enough of looking at - you decide that you'll get more. you have to.
he has given you a taste, and you're already addicted.
"i need to use the restroom. sit here and wait for me." he places the stuffed elephant on a bench nearby, then the koala on the other end of it. he guides you so that you sit in between, occupying the bench and leaving no space for anyone else to sit. "i could just put you on my shelf and look at you all day long like this. stay here, got it?"
you're feeling foolish, having the whole bench to yourself. but what yunho says, you do. and you sit still, nodding your head playfully. "yes, sir!"
"i'll be right back. got your phone?"
"yes." you show it to him, secure in your hand.
"sunglasses?"
"on." you scrunch your nose, moving the sunglasses further up it.
"good. i'll be back in two minutes."
the feeling is strange. being outside, hands untied, a phone in your hand, and yunho not by your side. a light breeze caresses your hair, and the early setting autumn sun warms your face for one last time today. a once lost feeling creeps up on you, along with the fear of consequences. you've forgotten what it feels like. you've forgotten what free will is. you've forgotten what freedom is. and you haven't sought it for a very long time. and it haunts you, whispers in your ear, makes the hairs on your hands stand straight.
it lures you in.
it makes you stand up. take a step, then another. unsure at first, and a little wobbly. like you've forgotten how to walk without him. and then: you run.
you run through the crowd, around and behind the stands and tents, until your legs start to ache. you aren't used to this much cardio.
afraid that he might see you, you run into the nearest big tent. the entrance isn't the usual one, and you realize that somehow you've managed to sneak in through the exit. it takes a while for your eyes to get used to the dark. the place is poorly lit, with dark red lights illuminating the countless reflections that stare back at you. a mirror maze. out of all places you could've chosen.
you finally see your true form in the poorly lit mirror. hair a mess, face unrecognizable, wrists bruised. clothes that do not belong to you. and a pair of dark glimmering eyes that look at you from the shadows behind you.
"dollie."
how did he find you so quick? was he just testing you? testing your loyalty? did you even have a chance in running away? did you just let all that trust you built with him over the course of months or years fall into water?
but you won't let him catch you. and no amount of mirrors will stop you. you bolt for the exit, following the arrows on the floor that are upside down to you. you don't hear his footsteps behind you. perhaps it is your fear playing hallucinations on you. perhaps he is giving you a head start. or perhaps this tent was his plan too. for you to run in there, failing his test, and suffering consequences.
fear swallows you whole, causing your breathing to become shallow and fast, vision blurry, and legs and hands shaky. the faint red arrows aren't visible anymore, and you rely on putting your hands in front of you and touching your way out.
"i'm so disappointed with you, y/n."
no.
not the first name.
god, no. you can't do this again.
tears prickle your eyes, further blurring your vision. how could you have been so stupid? as if yunho is a fool. you've forgotten what he truly is. you've forgotten what you truly are. a prisoner, and its captor.
"i thought we were finally getting somewhere."
his voice is deeper than usual, echoing through the mirror maze. it makes you turn every few seconds, making sure that he isn't behind you, as if it wasn't enough to simply look at the mirrors in front of you. but your rising panic attack has your senses dull, and quickly you find yourself sobbing as you try to navigate through this torture labyrinth. every reflection is a punch to the gut, showing you your helpless frame and mocking you.
"you said you loved me."
he's close, then he isn't. you hear his footsteps, then you don't. and then, your eyes catch a glimpse of the tent's front opening up and closing. it's right there. just a few turns away. palms carelessly leave prints on the spotless mirror, and legs work hard to keeping your body up for just a little more. a few more turns. that's all you need to do.
a whiff of fresh air hits your face as you take a turn to the left, and you can smell the popcorn and cotton candy on the stands just outside the tent.
a hand is placed over your mouth, and another one around your waist, pulling you back harshly and colliding with another body. the feeling is all too familiar, repetitive even. nails desperately claw at his hands, but you know it's to no avail. you sob into his palm, tears streaming down your cheeks and continuing down his hand.
"you lied."
you are so stupid.
a light breeze caresses your cheeks. it is cold for your face, but your body seems to be warm and comfortable. even your hands. your eyelids peel open, and it takes a while to adjust to the dark. yunho's jacket covers your lap and hands, keeping you warm from the autumn breeze that enters through the rolled down window of his car.
yunho's jacket.
yunho's car.
yunho.
"no-" you gasp, jumping in the car seat.
yunho is quick to put a hand over your mouth. "hush. it's okay."
he doesn't keep it there long, removing it as fast as he touched you. he gives you time to look around and adjust to your surroundings. the first thing you notice is your hands, still untied, then, the street yunho is parked on. "what are we doing here?"
the man doesn't say anything. one of his elbows rests on his rolled down window, holding his head in his palm while his other hand plays with the lavender rope. you gulp, feeling the material on your wrists even though nothing is there. upon subconsciously rubbing your wrists, you notice that you don't wear his clothes anymore. you're wearing the clothes you thought were forever gone.
the concert outfit.
and the street? the street where you live. and your house at the end of it, the yellow trees preparing for winter and shedding their leaves.
"yunho...?"
he scoffs. "you never call me that."
you don't know what to say. you opt for silence, looking at your house in the distance and wondering why he has brought you here. then, you speak. "you kept my concert clothes."
"i kept all your things." yunho sighs, then reaches in the back seat to retrieve a backpack. the familiar scent of vanilla and whisky almost hugs you when he leans back to reach for it, his neck exposed and close to you. you ignore the tingling sensation in your stomach. "here."
he opens it for you, revealing all of your belongings, including your phone. it is smashed, and it doesn't turn on.
"i had to make sure nobody could find you." he confesses. "there's an envelope with money for the new one in the backpack."
"i don't understand..."
"you can go."
you can... go?
he is letting you go? willingly? your gulp almost echoes in the car. legs frozen, and mind a mess, you remain seated. yunho doesn't look at you. he keeps his gaze locked on a tree by the sidewalk, monitoring the swinging branches and falling leaves.
"don't make me change my mind."
it feels odd. unnatural. as if you'll wake up soon. the strange thing is that recently you haven't dreamt of running away from yunho. even now, as he is openly offering you freedom. your bottom is firmly planted on the seat.
"that's it? just like that?" you dare ask.
"yep." he still doesn't look at you.
"you don't have anything to say?" you push further.
"if you think i'm going to apologize, i am not." his eyes finally lock with yours. and it still makes your stomach flutter. "you should really go."
you are overwhelmed - no, overstimulated - by feelings and thoughts. you are angry, and sad. months or years of this odd relationship with him, being in an apartment and not stepping foot outside, locked away from the world, cut off from the social sites, completely at his mercy. eating what he offers you and wearing what he buys you. having contact with him only. trying not to go crazy when spending multiple days alone, sometimes a month too. all because you did something that he didn't like and he was punishing you for it.
and he drops you off at your house. simple as that.
hesitantly, your hand reaches for the door handle after unbuckling the seatbelt, only to find it locked. a sigh leaves yunho's lips, and within seconds, the windows are rolled up and the car starts. "dumb bunny."
"what?"
yunho steps on the gas pedal. his hands grip the wheel with such force that it turns his skin pale. the speed of the car and sudden turns make your body toss around in it. the seatbelt uselessly hangs on the side. "dumb." he takes another turn. "fucking." and joins the traffic on the highway. "bunny."
"i'm sorry!" you choke out, hands frantically holding onto anything you can reach. breathing becomes a challenge as your eyes follow the way he skillfully overtakes other cars, going way past the speed limit. "yunho! yunho, please!"
"i gave you a chance to prove your loyalty. to see if you regret using the chance and running away from me at the park. to prove that you love me, like you said it." he seethes. "and you reached for the handle."
"you offered!"
"doesn't mean you should've taken the offer!" he yells back. his voice is animalistic, deep as he almost growls the words and loud, sending shivers down your spine and coating your body in sweat. he glances at you, enough to make you start trembling. his eyes are pitch black under the lack of lights on the highway and dilated pupils from anger. "you're mine, you hear me? mine!"
"slow down," you sob, "please."
"i told you once, doll. if i can't have you..." he takes a sudden turn, exiting the highway and continuing into the forest that surrounds it. he avoids trees, driving between them and scaring the animals away, until he finally stops in front of the lake that is hidden among the greenery that is now swallowed by the dark of the night. "nobody can."
a blood curling scream leaves your lips as your eyes meet your doom. yunho drives the car into the lake at full speed.
he doesn't exit. he stays inside with you, calmly looking ahead of him as the front of the car slowly starts sinking. his seatbelt holds him in place, while you are left tilted along with the vehicle. trembling hands reach for the man. even in this moment, you reach for him.
"yunho..." your voice is a mere whisper. "yunho, please."
"nobody can have you."
"they won't." you assure him.
"nobody can have you."
"i'm all yours."
"nobody can have you."
"please don't kill me."
brown eyes finally look at you. his gaze softens at your flushed and wet face. he has control over the situation. you just don't have to know that. this is where he wants you: begging him to spare your life, making sure to let you know that he is the only one you have. that he is all you need. and that there is no escape other than death from that. he would rather drown with you than let anyone else have you.
"i want to live." you beg.
you can't help but feel comfort when his hands cup your face. ringed fingers brush your tear stained cheeks, and he can't help but lean in and press his lips to a fresh one that started its journey down your rosy skin. "you'll live. with me."
yunho leans his forehead against yours. his warm breath caresses your lips - a bittersweet refreshment of your memory. how can a man kiss so softly, but touch so roughly?
"tell me you're mine."
a sneaky glance helps you determine the current danger of the situation. you still have time to exit through the trunk. but it all depends on yunho. if he has decided to not let you go, nobody can help you with it. "i'm yours."
"good girl."
the familiar feeling of rope is back on your wrists. you'd be lying if you said that it didn't bring you comfort. the outside world seemed scary enough for you to embrace being locked in. yunho isn't the reason. he only did what he had to do to put some sense back into you.
the red rope is tied into a complex heart between your wrists, and yunho gives it a tug to tighten it and restrain you. "there. all done."
"it's pretty." you compliment. you don't ask why the rope is red. you know. you get the red one each time you do a foolish thing, so that every time you see it, you are reminded of how you let him down. "thank you, yunnie."
to your surprise, he loosens it, enough to slip it off your wrists and not undo the knot. he stands up from the bed, then gently removes the sleeping rabbit from your lap and sets it on the floor in the hallway near the cage and food, before coming back and offering you his hand to stand up. you are still soaking wet from the lake, with his hoodie hanging around your waist to warm your legs. you accept it, standing up and leaving a wet spot behind on the sheets.
"i'm sorry."
yunho only smiles, pressing a kiss to the hand he holds, and guides you to the bathroom. "don't worry about it."
you are surprised at the sight once your bare feet step on the cold bathroom tiles. the bathtub is filled with steaming water, and a few candles are lit around it. your hand is abandoned by his for a moment, just enough for him to shuffle through one of the drawers near the sink. a towel awaits for you, neatly folded on the stool near the tub. your hands untie the hoodie around your waist, letting it fall with a splat. little by little, the heavy wet pieces of clothes form a pile on the ground. by the time yunho turns around, you are left in only your underwear, body shivering from the midnight breeze that sneaks in through the tilted window. yunho stops in his tracks, eyes falling on your exposed skin that is illuminated by the soft orange light of the candles.
"uh," his gaze drops on two packages in his hands. you feel a boost of confidence storming through your veins. "i got you these bath bombs. which one would you like?"
"you pick." you shrug.
yunho looks still avoids you, turning his back towards you and approaching the tub. his hands unwrap the light pink one, dropping it in the water and helping it dissolve faster by making circular motions with his fingers on the surface. he doesn't stop until the clear liquid becomes a milky white with a pastel pink hue, with rose petals floating on the surface. "milk and rose. you'll like it."
to your disappointment, he passes by you without sparing you a glance. you can't help the hand that reaches for his, fingers intertwining and eyes that have proved themselves useful many times. he flinches, as usual. but he doesn't let go. "stay." the word comes out in a whisper.
"doll." he warns. "be good and-"
his eyes widen when you climb on your toes and rest your hands on his shoulder, lips lightly ghosting over his. you don't touch them yet. not when his hands grab your waist, and not when a sigh leaves his lips and caresses yours. only then do you finally press them against his. fingers are eager to play with his hair on his neck, and body leans against his chest to seek warmth and comfort. and the brown eyed man gives it to you, pulling you into him so that your cold skin can rest against his burning one. you can feel him, even though there is a layer of material separating you.
when your tongue peeks out to swipe over his bottom lip, yunho pulls away. you can't help the whine that leaves your lips. "you're going to be the death of me." he sighs.
"will you stay?"
"and do what?" he tilts his head playfully. "watch you enjoy your hot bath while i freeze?"
"you could join me-"
"no." he firmly says. and just like that, all you've done with the kiss has fallen into the water. his hands abandon your body, only to find your clip that he has put there himself once he helped you out of the lake. your hair is still damp, and it falls loose when he takes the butterfly clip off. it was his favourite one. "go."
"but yunnie..."
"bunny."
"you won't see me naked." you finally say.
one of the rules with yunho was that you are not to see each other naked. even now, with only your underwear on, you were pushing it. yunho made sure to let you know that he doesn't want such things with you. you only need to sit pretty for him and be obedient.
"please? you can turn around while i undress and turn back when i get into the tub."
"you still haven't answered my question. what will i do while you enjoy your little bath?" he turns around, letting you free yourself from the damp underwear. they join the pile on the floor, right next to yunho. his eyes fall on the discarded panties, and he has to close his eyes and breathe in to keep his composure. you've come a long way from being too shy to ask for a glass of water.
"you promised you'd fix my hair."
once he hears the water gently splashing, he turns around. the water is murky, hiding your bare body from his hungry eyes. while you settle down in it, yunho wastes no time in getting a hairbrush and bringing the stool to the tub so that he is behind you and the only way you can face him is by leaning your head against the rim of the tub. he places a smaller towel on it so that your neck doesn't hurt while you lean back. "clever girl."
you fail to hide the proud smirk on your face. a sigh leaves your lips when yunho's fingers sink into your hair and massage your scalp. you can't believe that those same hands almost dragged you to death just two hours ago.
"stay still." his voice is a whisper. you haven't even realized that your head was leaning into his touch, dragging your body out of the water and exposing you just above your breasts. you sink back in, covered all the way to the shoulders. "good girl."
his voice has never sounded so husky and... deep. manly. a warm sensation pools at the bottom of your stomach, and seems to start bubbling and getting hotter when your fingers brush against your thighs. it is not the first time that yunho does your hair. he loves doing it. but something about him doing it right there and then had your mind spinning. you tilt your head back to glance at him. the sight is both cute and funny: yunho dressed in all black, with a serious and focused expression as he does the familiar braid in your hair, and a lavender scrunchy on his wrist. soon enough, he pulls that scrunchy off his wrist and ties your hair with it, then keeps it in his hand to play with it.
"my pretty girl." he coos. his other hand reaches to caress your cheek, and a smile spreads on his lips, seeing how your body immediately responds to his touch. you sigh in content, nuzzling your face further into his warm hand. "do you trust me?"
"yes," you respond, lost in the way his hand trails down your neck and grazes your collarbones. "yes, i do."
yunho hums. your braid is left to hang in the air while he reaches for something. you trust him. which is why you keep your eyes closed, not bothering to see what he is doing. a gasp leaves your lips when you feel something hot on your collarbones, and your eyes shoot open.
yunho holds a candle above you, tilting it so that hot wax drips on your body. the feeling is strange. the pain is there, yet it adds to the fuel between your legs. he sets the candle back on the flat rim of the tub, then reaches for another one. "yunho-"
"you can take it." he encourages. he tilts it again, and you can't help the shuddering sigh that leaves your lips when it falls on your chest, grazing your tense nipples. "does that feel good, dollie?"
you can only nod while your fingers reach to touch your sensitive breasts. they accidentally graze the perky buds, and if you didn't bite your lip in time, yunho would know what you were doing under the murky water.
"words, precious." he tilts the candle again, more wax coating your collarbones and neck as his other hand still caresses your cheeks. "let me hear you."
"it feels good, yunho."
yunho usually hated when you used his full name. he loved your nickname. but now, as he listens to you say his whole name in almost a breathy moan, he can't help but gulp and bite his inner cheek. "one more."
fingers trail from your breasts to your core, digits eagerly pressing into the plush folds and giving you a lick of satisfaction. when yunho brings a fresh candle to your body, you can't help the impatient whimper that leaves your lips, causing him to lose it and pour it all at once on you. his pants tighten at the sight, dried wax coating your burning skin, flushed cheeks, parted lips, and eyes rolled back. your head is still resting on the rim, tilted so that he can look at your pretty face that has a warm orange hue due to the candles.
then, he notices the water moving. and he notices your hand that has disappeared under it. yunho yanks your braid, making your eyes widen. "are you touching yourself?"
you know better than to lie. but you also know how much yunho doesn't like when you touch yourself. he gets jealous, he says. yet he won't ever touch you. your hand freezes between your legs, but no matter how slowly you try to remove it, yunho already knows. it doesn't fix the damage.
"stupid little bunny."
as if you want him to meet his end, your eyes become glossy with tears, and your bottom lip quivers. he didn't mean to make you cry. but you knew the rules. and you never broke them. sometimes you'd threaten that you would, only to rile him up and make him give you attention. you've never actually done it. now that you did, yunho is baffled. he hates that he wants to keep watching. he doesn't need to look at your body. your face is enough.
"i'm sorry." your voice trembles.
then, yunho's gaze hardens. it makes you worry for a split second, until his hands reach for your knees that peek out of the water. he separates them, slow as ever, and you swear you hear his breath hitch. "keep going."
"what?" you blink your tears away, to his disappointment.
"i want to watch." his eyes are fixed on yours. when you start rising from the water to give him a view, yunho shakes his head. "i want to watch you enjoy it."
you should've known by now that he has odd requests and ways of doing things. like insisting on feeding you. holding your hand or carrying you when going to another room. putting your hair in a clip by himself. choosing which clothes you'll wear for him. this, however, you did not experience yet.
"go on, pretty. i'll guide you." his soft lips leave a kiss on your forehead. "but you'll have to talk to me when i say something to you. got it?"
"yes, sir."
he nods as a sign to keep going. he doesn't have to do anything else, because your fingers are back on your folds. he gently tugs at your braid; a sign to stop. "patience." he growls. "cup your pretty breasts for me. don't touch your nipples just yet."
back to the start. your hands obey his command, and soon enough, your thighs find themselves squeezing together and rubbing against each other. fed up with your impatience, yunho separates your knees once again, now keeping his hands firmly planted there.
"tell me," he whispers into your ear, "if it was me touching you..." he trails.
you whimper at the thought.
"what would you want me to do next?"
your imagination runs wild. you'd want him to do everything. the things you can't even say out loud. things that would surprise him. so you settle for a simple one. "kiss me."
he chuckles. "that i can do."
he teases first, lips hovering over yours instead of touching. "please." you breathe out.
"touch yourself for me." he demands. "soft circles on your pretty buds."
when you do so, he finally presses his lips into yours. it is needy, and hot. the way his teeth graze your bottom lip, tugging it and nibbling on it while your fingers work on yourself. small whines are swallowed by his hungry kisses, muffled by his hot tongue against your inexperienced one. he guides you by slowing down and letting both of you savour every lick and nibble. if you weren't in the water, you are sure you'd be burning up.
one of his hands abandons your knee and reaches for yours that grips the bathtub rim, and he guides it back under the water and to your core. he only touches your hand, careful not to accidentally graze your thighs or your slick core. your fingers move with his help, slowly circling your clit and removing them when he feels your body become tense. he denies the sweet pleasure multiple times, enjoying the way you squirm under him and whine into his lips.
"yunnie-"
"yunho." he growls. "call me by my name."
"please, please, please." you chant. "yunho, please."
"sensitive?" he asks, knowing the answer. this time, yunho pulls away, opting to admire your face and finally focusing on you. "i'll make you feel so good, doll. make you wish for nobody but me."
"please do." pleas don't stop leaving your mouth. under other circumstances, you'd feel pathetic. but right now? you are ready to get on your knees and beg. "touch me."
"i can't." he stops.
you groan in frustration, losing the orgasm once again. "why not? why won't you ever touch me? why do you keep me if you won't do anything with me? am i ugly to you? am i that unappealing? am i not enough sexually attractive? am i too inexperienced for you? is there someone else? if there is, why am i here? what do i have to do to-"
in a single motion, yunho pulls you out of the water. it splashes everywhere, including his clothes. the look on his face changes. he is furious. you are pulled into the room, water dripping behind and leaving a trail all the way to the bed. he doesn't seem fazed by the fact that you are completely naked in front of him, and that he has seen you, and thus, broken his own rule. yunho throws your body on the bed, then reaches for the red ropes on the night stand.
"no, no-" you regret your words. "i'm sorry! i didn't mean it!"
"shut the fuck up." he growls. your wrists are back in the ropes, and he wastes no time in tightening them. he turns your body around so that you lay down on your stomach, and then pulls your braid so that your head is tilted back, just like in the bathtub. "look at me."
"yunho, please-"
"look." spank. "at." spank. "me." spank.
eyes finally lock with his. even through the blurry vision, you can see just how dark they have become. you always do this. you build something, little by little, and then you become greedy and ruin it. "i'm sorry."
"what do you want?"
silence. the pain on your scalp softens, with yunho loosening his grip. his brows are furrowed, and you know you've made him more furious than ever, just by the look on his face. "what?"
"do you want me to touch you?"
"i-" you do. it's all that's on your mind right now. he had given you a taste, and you want it all. "yes."
"after all i did to you?"
this time, you are the one whose brows are furrowed. he does know what he did to you. and he does acknowledge how bad it is. yet all of it doesn't stop your body aching for his. soul yearning for his. mind longing for his. you want yunho in every way possible. you want him to be yours, as much as you are his. only then will you be happy, and only then will you stop with the tantrums.
"yes." you confirm.
"oh, doll." he turns you over again, this time gently. finally, he looks at you. all of you. he can't help the hand that reaches to caress your wax covered collarbones and chest, traveling down your stomach and to your thighs. "if i touch you how i want now..." he trails, gaze locked on your shivering body. "you'll belong to me only."
"don't i already belong to you?" you point out.
"you don't understand." he shakes his head. "i'll make it so that your body only responds to me, even when we are out in public. i'll make it so that your mind doesn't dare to think of other men. i'll mold you so that i am your only match, mentally and physically. i'll make it so that your walls mold to the shape of my cock, and can only take me and nobody else. i'll make it so that you cry from pleasure every time i get my hands on you, and i set high standards for you, that even if you tried to cheat, you'd be disappointed and crawl back to me."
"yunho-" you breathe out, gulping at his words.
"i'll spoil you. i'll kiss you. i'll fuck you. i'll do anything you ask me to. just..." the man looks deep into your eyes before he removes a stray strand from your face, tucking it behind your ear. he places his hand under your chin, raising your head so that you can properly look at him with those glossy eyes of yours. "promise me."
"promise you what?"
"promise that you belong to me. me and nobody else."
"i promise." the words come out in a whisper.
he shakes his head, not satisfied with the answer. "say it."
"i belong to you, yunho. my body and soul is yours." finally, he is satisfied. "under one condition."
he raises one eyebrow, surprised at your request.
"you can have me as long as i have you."
"you have me."
"no, i don't. not like i want to. what if you meet somebody prettier? more interesting? i've seen your coworkers. they're all gorgeous. i can't compare to them. what if you decide you want a normal relationship and grow bored of me?"
one confession after another has yunho's gaze softening. he wishes for nothing more than to press his lips against yours and kiss you like there is no tomorrow. but he has suppressed your feelings and opinions enough. "i would never get bored of you. you think i went to such lengths for something that is temporary?"
"then why don't you ever touch me?"
"because," his finger stops the fresh tear from rolling down your cheek, "once i have you, i won't be able to keep my hands off you."
"i don't want you to keep your hands off me." you hastily admit. he opens his mouth to speak, but you stop him by capturing his lips with yours. he relaxes into it, letting you lead by simply opening his mouth and inviting your tongue in. he is already burning for you, as are you for him. you pull away for a moment. "you said multiple times that you like to pamper and take care of me. now you can properly show it to me."
"i will take good care of you." he breathes out, gracing you with a hot kiss to your lips before trailing down your jaw and neck. "i will be everything you could want or need." his teeth graze the collarbone, making your hands snake around his neck. "i will be yours as much as you are mine."
his tongue peeks out, creating a path between your breasts, down your stomach, until he reaches your pulsating core. his hands rest on your waist, keeping your body firmly planted on the wet mattress. it is odd seeing someone like yunho be mesmerized by something. seeing his eyes locked to your glistening folds and bottom lip trapped between his teeth made your stomach erupt with butterflies. he is still holding back.
suddenly, the red rope catches his attention. you are still tied up. but when he goes to undo the knot, you stop him. "i want to keep them on. so you know i truly belong to you."
"doll..." voice pure velvet, yunho looks at you from between your legs. "what do you want me to do?"
you think. and think. but really, it is that simple. "everything you wanted to do, but you held back."
"you don't know what you are asking for." he warns.
"you said you'll do anything i ask." you remind him of his words spoken just minutes ago. "i ask you to not hold back."
with a groan, yunho pulls your body to the edge of the bed, burying his head between your thighs and inhaling your scent before letting his tongue taste you. immediately, your back arches off the bed, and tied up hands reach to grab his hair. the grip he has on your thighs to keep them apart is strong. so strong that you know they'll bruise.
"fuck-" his fingers spread your folds, leaving your sensitive clit exposed to his flattened tongue. "fuck!" you cry out.
he barely slides one finger inside your tight walls, and you can already feel the orgasm rushing. he has denied it many times today already, and he decides to be merciful and close his lips around the bundle of nerves and suck until you fall apart on the bed and his tongue. he doesn't give you a break, instead pulling his mouth away from you and sliding another finger inside. "so pretty."
digits easily find the plush button on the upper wall, caressing it and stimulating it to the point of making you cry from pleasure. tears spill down your cheeks, hands grip at the sheets, and body arches from the bed while your walls clench around him. when you look down to beg him to give you more, you choke on your breath. yunho humps the edge of the bed, gaze fixed on the way your walls swallow his fingers as he chases his own release. "yunnie..."
"yes, pretty girl?"
"you're humping the mattress while i am here?"
"you look and taste so sweet. i don't want to ruin it." he admits.
a laugh escapes your lips, and is interrupted by a moan when his other hand rests on your overstimulated clit. "i want you."
and just how can yunho say no to you?
"i'll try to be gentle." vision blurry and mind hazy, you don't question how fast yunho has taken his clothes off. he is on top of you, planting a kiss on your forehead before guiding his aching cock to your entrance. you clench before he even slips inside, making it harder for his wide length to separate your walls. inch by inch, yunho gets lost in the feeling of you, and can't help but slam his hips into yours. a cry meets his ears, making him realize what he did. "oh, doll. i am so sorry."
"it's alright." you assure, a hiccup betraying you.
"you feel..." he pulls away, only to slide back in again in a gentler motion and let out a satisfied hum. "oh, you feel heavenly."
all you can think about it the bulge in the bottom of your stomach. you feel him deep, and it is as enjoyable as it is painful. he is thicker than you've imagined, or ever seen, and he splits you open so beautifully, easily gliding in and out. "i want... i want..."
"you're a drooling mess, dollie." he teases. and he isn't wrong. you are so intoxicated by his smell, his touch, and the way he gazes at you, that you can't do anything else but lie down and take what he gives you. "fuck, i'm not going to last long. that doesn't usually happen."
"i'll take that as a compliment."
yunho picks you up by your waist, angling your body off the mattress and finally snapping his hips into yours, reaching into the places you never knew you had and drawing cries and moans from you. "say my name." he growls against your neck, the sticky tip of his cock kissing your cervix with each snap.
"yunho," you gasp.
"louder."Â snap.
"yunho," you try, but you are weak already.
"louder." he yanks at your braid, sending delicious pain to your scalp and inching you closer to your release. "say my name. tell me who you belong to. tell me who's fucking you right."
"yunho!"
"good, good girl." he praises, and finally, lets you relax as he helps you reach the peak and spill. "i'll ruin you for anyone else."
it takes you over the edge of the peak, making your body explode with pleasure that rushes all the way to your toes, fingers and scalp. you shake under his touch, riding out the waves of pleasure while he still works on getting himself to orgasm.
it doesn't take long, seeing your state of flushed cheeks, half closed eyes that lazily gaze at him, and the knot between your wrists. he spills into you, filling you to the brim and pulling out, only to squirt the remains on your abused clit. warm seed spills out of your hole and onto the mattress. you don't protest when his fingers collect the white fluid, only to push it back in.
"fuck, you really are perfect." he kisses your cheeks, then your forehead, and finally, your lips. "i guess i'll go run you another bath."
"guess so," you laugh. you watch him run into the bathroom and get his phone from the nightstand in the process, and can't help but glance at his tushy when he walks. "and yunho?"
"hm?"
"i meant what i said. i am yours, as long as you are mine."
"yes, doll." his eyes are fixed on the screen, and he is lucky he is hidden in the bathroom. he skims over the message over and over again, wondering whether he was reading it right. if you weren't right there, he would've thrown the phone at the mirror. it was as if his reflection was taunting him. smiling at him. freaking him out.
hongjoong:Â i know what you did, yunho. i gave you enough time to correct your mistakes or admit to it. if you don't want the police involved, you better set the poor girl free and we'll never talk about this again. last chance.
they know what he did. and they won't be afraid to rat him out. but no matter what promises he made to you today, one thing is still clear:
if he can't have you, nobody can.
and if hongjoong tries to take you away from him, may all deities help him.
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loser!enhypen's reaction to your confession + their down bad behaviour
genre: completely fluff, slight crack
warnings: self doubt, very little stuttering
note: live, laugh, love hot loser men
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HEESEUNG
heeseung was the guy who always sat in the back of the library, oversized hoodie pulled up and earbuds blasting lo-fi playlists. not because he was trying to look cool and aloofâhe just didnât know how to talk to people. heeseungâs whole vibe screamed âleave me aloneâ, and yet, you were drawn to him. maybe it was the way his big glasses always slid down his nose or how heâd stammer when the librarian asked if he needed help. there was a sweetness to his awkwardness, a genuine quality that made him stand out(not to mention how devastatingly handsome he was).
you started leaving him little sticky notes on the library desk when he wasnât looking, simple messages like ânice doodles!â or âyour handwriting is cute<3â the day he caught you in the act, his face turned the color of a ripe tomato.
âyou think my handwritingâs c-cute?â he stuttered, practically vibrating with nervous energy.
a bit nervous, you laughed and nodded. âyeah, i do. and i think youâre cute too.â
heeseung froze, his pen dropping to the table. âwait, you⌠you think iâm cute?â he sounded so disbelieving it was almost funny.
when you confessed that you liked him, he spent two weeks in disbelief, constantly asking if you were joking. but after you assured him that no, you werenât pulling some cruel prank, he became utterly devoted. heâd text you good morning every day, walk you to your classes while carrying your books (even when you insisted you could manage), and write you poetryâthe kind of cringe, over-the-top poetry that made your heart melt anyway.
heeseung was the kind of boyfriend whoâd get embarrassingly jealous but try to hide it. if someone so much as glanced at you for too long, heâd fidget nervously and mumble something about how they were probably just admiring how amazing you were. and if you hugged him in public? forget it. heâd be grinning like an idiot for the rest of the day.
when he wasnât nervously doting on you, he was daydreaming about your future together. heâd scribble little sketches of the two of you in his notebook, complete with hearts and statements like âme + you = forever.â if you teased him about it, heâd turn beet red and try to deny it, but you could see the tiny smile playing on his lips.
rest is under the cut!
JAY
jay was the guy in your science class who thought he could blend in by keeping his head down. what he didnât realize was that his nervous habits were endearing: the way heâd mumble answers to himself during group work or adjust his glasses every 30 seconds. he was always sketching random diagrams in his notebookâhalf for class, half because he was too awkward to make conversation.
you had a crush on him because, despite his shyness, there was something magnetic about the way he focusedâhis brows furrowing as he sketched diagrams in his notebook, the faintest pout forming on his lips when he was deep in concentration. one time, you caught him organizing the classroom supplies, his long fingers deftly sorting through tape dispensers and markers while muttering something about order.
when you mentioned you liked him, jay blinked at you like he couldnât comprehend the words. âme? like me, me?â he asked, pointing to himself.
you nodded, trying not to giggle at how wide his eyes had gotten. âyes, you. i think youâre really sweet.â
jayâs face turned a deep shade of red, and he immediately started rambling. âi mean, i⌠uh, wow, okay, i didnât expect this. are you sure? like, really sure? because iâm kind of a mess, andââ
once it clicked, though, he was all in. heâd send you paragraphs of text apologizing if he thought he said something wrong, shower you with small, thoughtful gifts (like your favorite snacks or a plant heâd researched how to care for), and eventually worked up the courage to hold your handâthough heâd sweat buckets the entire time.
jay would also start making listsâactual, physical listsâof things he could do to make you happy. âcompliment her at least once a day,â âremember her favorite coffee order!,â and âlearn how to not be a complete dork >:(â were scrawled on a sticky note tucked into his notebook. and when he wasnât nervously doting on you, he was daydreaming about you, doodling your initials in the margins of his notes.
very soon, he was down-bad for you, which was evident through his real life and his social media activities. heâd post the cheesiest captions about you, like âcanât believe iâm dating the most amazing person in the worldâ with a blurry photo of the two of you. his friends teased him mercilessly, but he didnât care. to him, you were worth every bit of embarrassment. late at night, heâd re-read your old texts and smile like an idiot, convinced he was the luckiest person alive.
JAKE
jake was a lovable mess. he wore mismatched socks, always seemed to forget his pencil, and somehow managed to trip over air at least once a day. his âplanâ to talk to you involved him awkwardly hovering near your desk and pretending to need help with math problems he already knew how to solve. you knew from the start he was a bit of a loserâbut thatâs exactly why you liked him along with you finding everything he did adorable.
âwait, wait,â he said when you told him you were into him. âyou like me? like, romantically? or is this a âpity meâ situation?â
after realizing you genuinely liked him, jake became a golden retriever in human form. heâd facetime you at random hours just to say hi, take you on chaotic âdatesâ that involved him occasionally tripping over things in public, nervously ordering food for you both and all silly fun activities like arcade games and amusement parks. it was never a dull day with him! after your first kiss, he couldnât stop grinning for hours, texting his friends in all caps: âGUYS I JUST KISSED THE LOVE OF MY LIFE AAHJKHSSSKâ
jakeâs down-bad behavior reached new levels when he started making playlists for every possible mood you might have: âsongs to cheer you up,â âsongs that remind me of you<3,â and even âsongs to study to (but only if you want to study with me):3â heâd even text you mid-class to tell you he missed you, even if youâd just seen each other that morning.
jake was also the kind of boyfriend whoâd insist on carrying your bag even when it was clear it was too heavy for him. âiâve got this!â heâd say, wincing slightly but refusing to let you take it back. and if you ever mentioned feeling sad or stressed, heâd immediately panic, asking, âwhat can i do? tell me, and iâll do it!â heâd even write you little notes with nerdy jokes or doodles to make you smile, slipping them into your locker or bag for you to find later.
SUNGHOON
sunghoon thought he was slick, but his âcool guyâ act was so transparent it was almost cute. heâd lean against the lockers during breaks, pretending not to notice you, but the way his ears turned red every time you walked by gave him away. despite his awkward attempts at being aloof, you found his loser tendencies adorable: like how heâd secretly google pickup lines but chicken out before using them.
when you confessed your feelings, he genuinely choked. âwait, you like me? oh wow⌠you have bad- I MEAN great taste ahem.â he spent a solid week trying to act nonchalant, but once you started dating, his loser side came out full force. heâd ask you to ârate his outfitsâ before dates, send you selfies captioned âjust thinking about you bbg,â and blush furiously every time you complimented him. sunghoon may have tried to act smooth, but deep down, he was utterly whipped.
sunghoon would also start practicing ways to compliment you in the mirrorâonly to mess it up completely when the time came. ây-you look⌠uh, very⌠beautiful? no, wait, gorgeous! thatâs the word i meant!â and everytime you smiled at him, heâd be texting his friends, âshe smiled at me again!!!!! iâm gonna pass out.â
his devotion extended to doing the smallest things for you, like bringing you your favorite drink or snacks without you asking. heâd even memorise your schedule so he could âaccidentallyâ bump into you between classes, claiming it was coincidence even though the timing was suspiciously perfect. at night, heâd lay awake replaying your conversations, smiling at the ceiling like the lovesick fool he was.
SUNOO
you had noticed sunoo always sitting at the edge of friend groups, laughing along but never quite joining in. he was bubbly and fun but had an air of self-doubt that made him endearing. you started noticing how heâd always bring extra snacks to share with classmates or go out of his way to compliment peopleâlittle acts of kindness that made your heart flutter. not to mention his angelic beauty, that had you look twice the first time you had seen him standing near the water cooler awkwardly.
it was hard not to develop a crush and when you told sunoo you liked him, heâd blink in disbelief. âno way. youâre joking, right?â but after realising you were serious, heâd giggle nervously and hide his face in his hands. once you started dating, he became the most attentive boyfriend ever, remembering every small detail about you and hyping you up like you were the main character. heâd also send you cheesy tiktoks at 2 a.m. with captions like, âthis is so us babe ><â
sunoo was head over heels for you, the literal epitome of âshe fell first but he fell harderâ. he did adorable things like creating a secret pinterest board filled with date ideas and texting you pictures of cute animals with captions like, âlook, itâs us in 50 years!â he also started learning how to bake just so he could surprise you with your favorite treatsâthough most of his attempts ended in chaotic, flour-covered disasters.
if you ever seemed upset, sunoo would go into full panic mode, showering you with compliments and doing everything in his power to cheer you up. âyouâre the most amazing person iâve ever met,â heâd say earnestly, his eyes sparkling with sincerity. he even kept a list on his phone of all the things youâd mentioned liking, just so he could surprise you when you least expected it.
JUNGWON
jungwon was the class president who seemed to have it all togetherâbut his close friends knew better. he was the guy whoâd trip over his words during speeches, carry five planners because he kept losing them, and stress over things like forgetting to bring tape for a poster project. you liked him because, despite his loser-ish tendencies, he had a heart of gold and worked hard to make everyone feel included.
when you told him you had a crush on him, jungwonâs first reaction was to nervously laugh. âwait, me? are you sure? why would you do that to yourself!?â once he accepted that you really liked him, he became the sweetest boyfriend imaginable. heâd plan thoughtful dates (that inevitably went slightly wrong but ended up being more fun because of it), leave you encouraging notes in your locker, and get adorably flustered every time you kissed him.
jungwon also started creating âmotivational speechesâ for you, writing them out on notecards and practicing in the mirror before giving them. âi believe in you,â heâd say earnestly, fumbling to hand you a little note that said, âyouâre amazing, and donât you forget it.â if you teased him about it, heâd bury his face in his hands and mumble, âstop, youâre embarrassing meâŚâ
his love didnât stop there. heâd stay up late researching ways to make your life easier, like creating color-coded study guides or finding fun new spots to take you on dates. and if anyone dared to speak poorly of you, jungwon would step up, surprising everyone with his sudden fierceness. âthey donât know what theyâre talking about,â heâd say, his tone protective and unwavering.
NI-KI
ni-ki was the quiet gamer boy whoâd rather blend into the background than be noticed. he wore the same hoodie every other day and constantly had earbuds in, even when they werenât playing anything. you liked him because of how unpretentious he wasâand how his eyes lit up whenever he talked about something he loved, like a new game or a random meme he found hilarious.
when you told him you were into him, ni-ki almost dropped his controller. his eyes narrowed into a glare, âare you sure youâre not messing with me? did jake tell you about my crush?â after he realised what he had said, he immediately scampered away leaving you standing there confused. once he got over his initial shock, he became your biggest simp. heâd send you memes that reminded him of you, let you beat him at games (even though heâd deny it), and randomly text you âyouâre so prettyâ at the most unexpected times. around his friends, heâd brag about you non-stop, showing off pictures of you with a proud grin.
once he was down bad for you, he became hell bent on learning how to cook your favorite mealsâeven though heâd never cooked before in his life. âhow hard can it be?â heâd say, only to panic five minutes in and call you for help. he also started staying up late to design matching gamer tags for the two of you, insisting that everyone online needed to know you were his.
in quiet moments, ni-ki would open up about how much you meant to him, his voice soft and a little shaky. âi donât know what i did to deserve you, but iâm not letting go.â and if you ever showed up to surprise him during his gaming sessions, heâd immediately log off, saying, âsorry, guys, my priority is here,â as he turned his full attention to you.
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pairing: park sunghoon x fem!reader
genre: academic rival au, rivals to lovers, smut, some angst, university au, academic rival!sunghoon, glasses!sunghoon, kinda tsundere!sunghoon, some fluff if you squint, mentions of debates
synopsis: your life seemed to be going perfectly as student body president and smartest person in your university⌠until your grades started to slip. it got worse when you have to be tutored by the student body vice president, park sunghoon, your rival and the person you hate the most. it then somehow got even worse when he ends up being your partner for your debate teamâs competition.
warnings: mean dom!sunghoon, bratty sub!reader, brat & brat tamer dynamics, unprotected sex (gasp, no!!), creampie, multiple orgasms, petnames (baby, good girl, slut), a lot of overstimulation (f. rec), slight fingering, hate sex, rough sex(?), dirty talk, exhibition(?), a lot of degradation/humiliation (f. rec), some possessiveness, some marking, theyâre arguing all the time (like all the time), manhandling, some hair pulling (f. rec), super sweet aftercare âŚ. jesus this is so filthy LMAOO
word count: 14kâmasterlist
a/n: plotting this was a wild ride but actually writing it⌠that was a whole journey⌠i didnât mean for it to be this nasty but i dunno what can you do ÂŻ\(âĄâżâĄâż) /ÂŻ hdjsbfjdnd!/;)! and iâm gonna be real with you all⌠idk shit about debates i had to google everything lmaooo i hope you enjoy! âĄ
âi certainly didnât expect this from you, y/n,â your teacher said, a look of deep disappointment on her face. âyouâre the top in all your classes, in the whole school, why are you letting your grades slip like this? is there something going on?â she put a comforting hand on your shoulder, her eyebrows furrowing as she looked between you and your latest test scores.
itâs not that they have dropped dramaticallyâlike from an A+ to a sudden D averageâbut they have been slowly going down more and more. your once perfect scores now barely making it past a ninety percent. you didnât even know why your scores were falling. you havenât felt particularly stressed and there wasnât anything going on in your personal time. maybe it was because exams were nearing closer and closer? but youâve always aced them, so that couldnât be why. maybe youâve been distracted? you felt like youâve been distracted.
you gave your teacher, mrs. yooâwho was also your debate coach, a shake of your head, âno, maâam, thereâs nothing like that. iâm not sure why theyâre slipping, but iâll work harder from here on out!â she nodded, putting the papers back into the manila folder they were in. âgood, we canât have our student body president falling behind, especially with our debate competition right around the corner and the upcoming exams! i took it upon myself to ask one of the debate team members to help tutor you.â
it was your turn for your brows to furrow, âbut, maâam, i donât need tutorinââ mrs. yoo cut you off with a deep nod and a raised hand, âi know, i know. letâs not call it tutoring⌠letâs call it⌠helping. assistancing.â as she spoke there was a knock at her classroom door and the sound of it opening. âoh! here he is!â mrs. yoo added. you had to hide the anger that wanted to make itself known at the person who walked into the classroom. with a smile and hidden smugness in his walk, park sunghoon stepped into the classroom and to you and mrs. yoo.
you didnât miss the way his stare mocked you, the slight upturn in the corner of his mouth. mrs. yoo gave sunghoon a warm smile, ây/n, iâm sure you know sunghoon, the student body vice president!â it took everything in you to twist the corners of your mouth into a polite smile. âof course, i know him well!â you said as you turned to him. oh, you knew him well alright. knew how good and well you hated every inch of him. knew well how infuriating he was, especially since he noticed your grades slipping. knew well every snide remark he would make about how he was ahead of you, smarter than you, better than you.
sunghoon pushed the frames of his glasses up his nose bridge, his smile widening at you. you could read his expression, how the mighty fall. you were sure him âtutoringâ you until your grades got to how they were before would fuel him for lifetimes to come.
sunghoon nodded at you, his attention turning back to mrs. yoo, but the smugness in his smile never leaving. âheâll be assisting you until youâre back on your feet. the meetups will be on your time, so discuss that amongst yourselves. iâll be checking up on the two of you here and there for updates on how the process is going,â mrs. yoo said, giving the two of you one final look. âoh! and before i forgetâthe two of you are teammates for the debate competition. your president should be holding a meeting about it all, so the two of you can work on that as well!â mrs. yoo added, giving the both of you a bright smile.
just when you thought things couldnât get worse today, you now have to be his teammate? your blood boiled inside and you so badly wanted to wipe the smug grin off of sunghoonâs face. giving your teacher a forced smile and a nod, you turned to leave the room with sunghoon hot on your trail.
âdidnât you say that you were the smartest here?â sunghoon asked you, coming around you to face you and making you stop in your tracks in the middle of the hallway. the polite facade had dropped and smugness reeked from him. he crossed his arms over his chest, cooing sarcastically, âis the student body president falling down a couple notches? do i have to step in for you?â you scoffed and rolled your eyes as you pushed past him, âi donât need help, especially not from the likes of you.â
sunghoon fell smoothly into step beside you and you cursed him in your head for his long legs. âseems like you do if iâm being begged to help you,â sunghoon remarked. he moved in front of you again, leaning against the archway before the exit of the building to block your path. âjust try not to drag me down with you. i donât need my scores being effected by fucking idiots, and i donât need to waste my time tutoring them either. meet me in the library tomorrow after the debate meeting so i can get this over with.â sunghoon swiftly turned and exited, leaving you fuming in the archway still.
slamming the exit door open, you furiously scanned your surroundings to see that sunghoon was already gone. groaning loudly, you stormed off to where your car was. you hated him. hated all of his stupid little remarks and snide comments. hated all his taunting in and out of classes. you hated how he thought he was better than you when everything stated that you were better than him. sure, your grades may be a bit on the lower side right now, but you were still the smartest in your university. still student body presidentâeven if the title didnât really mean much in regards to power, you still fucking had it, while he was vice president.
and now you had to be his debate partner. now the two of you have to spend even more time together than you want to, writing your speeches around the otherâs and making sure nothing coincides. it felt like your life was beginning to slip through your fingers. what was happening?
your foot tapped in an annoyed rhythm as you checked the time on your phone again. sunghoon was late. you didnât know howâyou both left the meeting at the same time. at the sound of approaching footsteps, you looked up, a sneer on your face. âwhat the fuck took you so long? youâre wasting my time,â you spoke at sunghoonâs approaching figure.
sunghoon gave you a lame grin, âi was reserving a study room... and we both know you have nowhere else to be.â he made his way past you, not even stopping his stride, and you followed behind him. he looked back for a moment and added, âexcept for below the ranks.â you scoffed at him as he turned into the study room.
âthe only one who will be falling in the ranks is you after these exams,â you shot back, throwing your stuff onto the table and sitting down in one of the seats heavily. sunghoon raised his eyebrows, pressing his his lips into a tight-lipped smile, âtell me that when iâm not the one tutoring you right now.â you huffed in annoyance as you got your books from your bag.
the triumphant smirk didnât leave his face the entire time he walked you through all the portions of the subjects you were falling behind inâwhich you barely needed his help with since you knew them so well already. âso now do you understand why they canât intersect?â sunghoon asked slowly, staring at you behind wide wire frames with slightly wide eyes. he spoke to you as if speaking to a child who didnât know that the sky was blue.
âim not fucking stupid, the concept is easy,â you spat, leg shaking underneath the table that you leaned onto, your head resting on your hand in annoyance. sunghoon shrugged a little, âapparently not!â with a roll of your eyes, you closed your textbook with a little hostility. flipping your notebook back to the front and sliding the books back into your bag, you said, âthatâs enough for today.â
sunghoon snickered and cooed, âis the dummy too fried? i can dumb it down more for you!â you stopped your motions to give him a sharp glare. âsame time tomorrow, asshole,â you stated as you swung your bag over your shoulder. sunghoon leaned back in the chair across from you, his arms crossing against his chest and exposing his bare arms from his rolled up sleeves. he shook his head, âno. busy.â
you exhaled deeply at the simplified sentence. âi donât care,â you replied as you turned towards the door. âcancel,â you added, and walked out. out the corner of your eye, you could see the smile on sunghoonâs face.
for the rest of the week, you met up with sunghoon for your âtutoringâ sessions. they were always in the same study room in the back of the library that was less occupied, âi donât need anyone seeing me with someone like you,â sunghoon had said.
sunghoon slapped a packet onto the table in front of your seat as you took your bag and coat off. except for your first session, he was always here before you.
you looked at him with a raised brow, âwhat is that?â sunghoon tilted his head to the side and squinted his eyes slightly, âme giving you the pleasure of a mock-up exam. made just for you, aren't i so sweet?â a large smile that showed his teeth appeared at the end of his sentence. scoffing as you took the seat across from him, you slide the packet over to you and flipped through it.
âcomplete it, and iâll grade you. you may begin,â sunghoon said and pulled out his phone as he got comfortable in his seat. âgrade me?â you laughed incredulously. who did he think he was? âthatâs what i said,â he replied, not bothering to look up from his phone. âyouâre not my teacher!â you exclaimed and just as quickly sunghoon replied, âi am right now.â
sighing scornfully, you flicked the page of the packet over, the loud sound making sunghoon raise an eyebrow but not his eyes. you rolled your eyes and threw the packet back on the table as you got out a pen. âthis is ridiculous,â you muttered as you looked over the first question. âi know trying to sweet talk the teacher usually works in movies, but thatâs not going to work here,â sunghoon spoke as he glanced up from his phone at your constant complaints.
âi didn't waste my time making the mock-up for you not to complete it,â he added. your jaw hung open and you clenched your hands into fists. âyou wish i wanted to fuck you for extra credit right now,â you shot at him with a raise of your eyebrow. sunghoon just gave you a pity laugh as he turned his attention back to his phone, âyou wish you could fuck me. sorry, babe, iâm too high up for you to touch.â
the next session he slapped the graded mock-up onto the table as you walked in. instead of sitting in his usual seat, he was sitting against the table on the side nearest to the door. âyouâre wasting my time. why do you still show up if youâre not improving?â sunghoon said as he rose to his feet, annoyed. you took the packet and looked at the grade he gave you and turned to him in confusion. âwhat are you talking about? this is an A+!â he narrowed his eyes slightly at you, âand itâs not good enough, did you hear what i said? you claim you're so much smarter than me, yet your score isnât even touching mine.
you scoffed as you threw the mock-up exam on the table next to you. âletâs see your score then!â you replied, raising your arms in the air and letting them fall to slap against your thighs heavily. âwhat did i tell you yesterday about the movies? we have a test coming up and i bet youâll fail. are you seriously this dumb?â sunghoon said, shaking his head with furrowed brows.
he couldnât be serious right now. you sarcastically nodded, turning away. âyeah⌠why donât you unzip your pants and i can suck you off for a higher score?â you asked, turning back to him with a tilt of your head and your eyebrows raised. sunghoon laughed wryly, âyou wouldnât even be able to handle it⌠you canât even handle the simple questions i give you. what makes you think you could handle my dick down your throat?â
âwell, pull it out and we can see for ourselves!â you said loudly as you crossed your arms. the two of you breathed heavily, anger coming off of you in waves as the tension in the room grew thicker and thicker. a long moment of silence spanned between the both of you as you glared at each other, daring the other to stand down.
sunghoon shook his head to himself ever so slightly before taking one long stride and closing the distance between the two of you. he pushed you up against the wall behind you and his lips were suddenly on yours. your mouth opened in a slight groan and he slid his tongue inside your mouth as your arms raised to wrap around his neck to pull him closer. sunghoonâs hands fell to your hips and he pressed you tighter against the wall.
your tongues battled each other for dominance as you kissed each other desperately. your fingers tugged the ends of his hair and the motion caused him to let out a low moan. sunghoon gripped the jacket you wore at your hips and you could feel the growing bulge against his pants, the kiss turning sloppy.
a small whimper escaped your lips and that broke you out of your fog and made you realize just whose lips are on yours. you push sunghoon off of you, causing him to stumble backwards a little, as you take heavy breaths against the wall. sunghoonâs hands are clenched into tight, white knuckled fists near his sides and his glasses had fell down his nose. his chest rises and falls heavily with his labored breathing. the two of you stare at each other with wide eyes, slight shock and horror flowing through the both of you andânow sexualâtension suffocating you.
you licked your now plumped lips and sunghoonâs eyes followed the motion. silently, you grabbed your bag and walked out the door of the study room. you walked through the library as quickly as you could, not wanting to spend another moment in the same place as him after what had just occurred. not wanting to look at him and kiss him again.
to say your next couple session were awkward and tense would be an understatement. you had thought about not even showing up, but you didnât want mrs. yoo to be on your case. you and sunghoon had barely spoken to each other at all, not even your usual remarks here and there. either he would give you another mock-up test and you would fill it out and he would grade it the next session, or the two of you would be on opposite sides of the table with your laptops opened, working on your speeches. the most communication the two of you had was when one of you would spin your laptop around with a raised eyebrow to make sure you were both on the same page with your speeches.
you couldnât stop thinking about his lips on yours, the need in the way he kissed you. why did he do that? and why would you kiss him back? clearly, you werenât in your right mind. you would leave your sessions early, the tension in the air so thick you just had to get out of the small study room.
âi hope everything is going well?â mrs. yoo asked the both of you after class. you glanced over to sunghoon who stood next to you near your teacherâs desk. a big smile was suddenly plastered across his face, âeverythingâs going great! y/n is really improving!â you had to resist the urge to roll your eyes. mrs. yooâs face lit up, clearly charmed by the resident golden boy of your university, âthatâs wonderful! iâm curious to see how youâll score on tomorrowâs test!â mrs. yoo turned to you, a warm and encouraging smile on her face. âiâm curious too!â you exclaimed as you smiled back.
you and sunghoon walked to the library study room in silence. it was starting to wear at your mind and you couldnât take it anymore. âi thought you said i was gonna fail?â you asked, turning to sunghoon with raised eyebrows. his hands were buried deep in his pant pockets as he turned to you, âyou are.â rolling your eyes as you opened the study room door, you sat your stuff down while taking your jacket off and turned your attention back to him. âso then why didnât you say that to mrs. yoo? trying to protect my feelings?â you cooed as you mockingly put a hand to your heart.
it was sunghoonâs turn to roll his eyes, âsomehow your score keeps dropping. do you have worms for brains or are you not taking this seriously?â he shut the door and sat his bag on the empty chair next to the one he usually sits in. you walked up to him and trailed a finger down his chest. âoh, iâm taking this very seriously,â you replied overly flirtatious, not being able to help the slight laugh that escaped your lips at the end.
sunghoon pushed your finger off of him. âif youâre not gonna take my grading seriously then you can tell mrs. yoo why youâre gonna fail her class and be dropped to the lower ranks. you can also tell her how youâll lose your title as president and how itâll go to me.â he said with his signature smug smirk. you just laughed more, it was so easy to get him annoyed.
you leaned on the table towards his standing figure, giving him your best bedroom eyes, âyou can grade me in something else, mr. presidentâŚâ sunghoon gave you an incredulous look and was quiet. it was hard to stifle your laugh at his reaction. sunghoon sighed deeply, squeezing the area between his eyes and he shut them tightly. âfineâŚâ he muttered and it was so low that you barely heard him. you leaned towards him further with a smile, âwhat was that?â
what you didnât expect was to be pushed up against the wall again, sunghoonâs lips on yours hungrily. âiâll grade you on how well you please me,â he said against your lips as he pinned your arms above your head. you caught your breath and replied, âi bet iâll get an A+!â your blouse was then being pulled over your head, leaving you in your bra. your eyes caught the large square window that looked into the room and you were suddenly glad that nobody really came back here.
sunghoonâs lips were back on yours and you jolted at the cold touch of his fingers at the hem of your panties under the skirt you were wearing. âtake these off,â he demanded breathlessly, pulling them down a little. your fingers overtook his and you did what you were told as sunghoon pulled his shirt off and started to unbuckle his belt. shivering from the cold air of the room, you pulled sunghoon back towards you for a kiss as your hands worked at the buttons of his pants once his belt was off.
you were dripping with need as he pushed your hands away and broke your kiss so he could take his pants and boxers off. your eyes fell down to his large cock with wide eyes. âlike what you see?â sunghoon smirked as he grabbed your arm and moved you to the table.
he instructed you to take your bra off as he harshly pulled down your skirt. never in a million years would you think that you would ever be completely bare in front of park sunghoon and he would be completely bare in front of you. never in a million years would you think that he would be pushing you up onto the edge of the table, his hard cock brushing against your clit, as he spread your legs so your wet pussy was on full display for him.
sunghoon trailed the wetness with his thumb, causing you to jolt. he chuckled a little giving you a mocking sad face, âi barely even touched you⌠i thought you could handle it?â you glared at him and shut your legs, shifting them to the side. âsays the one who was so desperate to get me naked,â you scoffed. âi could say the same about you,â sunghoon replied as he gripped one of your knees to open your legs again.
when you opened your mouth to retort, he pressed his lips to yours in an open mouthed kiss to shut you up. âyouâre a good girl, arenât you?â sunghoon asked against them and chased your lips when you tried to pull away. all you could do was nod in slight annoyance. you gasped when his fingers entered you and he started to pump them in and out. âthen shut up and take my cock like one.â
sunghoon removed his fingers after a couple moments and spread your wetness over your clit. your back arched as a moan escaped you lips. smiling, sunghoon pulled away and lined his cock with your entrance. you gripped onto his biceps as he slowly started to push himself inside you, his hair falling over his glasses as he looked down.
âi hate you,â you finally spat back at him. he glanced up after bottoming out, letting out a heavy breath. you glared sharply at him. it was the only thing you could think to do to distract yourself from how full of him you felt, to stop yourself from grinding your hips towards his. sunghoon rested his hands on your knees, squeezing them slightly. he cocked his head to the side and teasingly asked, âdo you? the way youâre clenching around me right now says otherwise.â
without warning, sunghoon started rolling his hips at a fast pace. your nails dug into his biceps as your brows knitted together from the pleasure. âfuckâŚâ sunghoon muttered as he closed his eyes and threw his head back with an open mouth. âyou donât fucking know what you do to me. i imagined doing this every time you opened up that stupid little mouth of yours.â
you whined at his relentless pace, and had to sit back on your hands with a heavy breath. âlikeâlike you ever couldâŚâ you moaned out. you were well aware that he was doing just that right now, but you didnât care. you just wanted a reaction out of him. sunghoon looked down at you with a stupid grin, his hand moved from your knee to rub circles onto your clit with his thumb, âbaby, what do you think iâm doing right now? i know you arenât this dumbâŚâ
you took your lip between your teeth to stop the moan that wanted to desperately come out of you. ât-this is nothing⌠this is me doing you a favor,â you whimpered, squirming at his fast circles. sunghoon laughed arrogantly, the loud sounds of his skin slapping against yours filling the room, âa favor? please. you were so eager for my cock like the little slut that you are that it was all you talked about since we started these fucking sessions.â
your body twitched as the knot in your stomach got tighter. sunghoon put the hand that wasnât circling your clit behind your head to pull you to him, looking at you with blown out wide eyes and an intensely strange type of hunger. pulling your head back by your hair, his lips crashed onto yours sloppily. moaning against his lips loudly, you felt your walls clench around his hard cock tighter.
sunghoon let out a low grunt, pulling away from you and squeezing his eyes shut. it was a miracle nobody had come back to the study room yet. he was fucking you so hard that the table shook with every thrust and the chairs rattled. the sound of your moans and skin slapping together along with the wet sounds from his cock inside you should raise some warning bells. if you were in your right state of mind right now you wouldnât be doing this at all.
your legs started to tremble and your whimpers got louder. you tried to push sunghoonâs hand away from your clit but all he did was swat away your attempt. âno. you get what you ask for, my stupid little slut. this pussy is mine until iâm finished with it,â sunghoon said lowly and kissed you, thrusting faster. you moaned against his lips and tried to still your heavy breathing, but to no use.
sunghoon pulled away, his teeth biting your lip briefly, when you tried to squeeze your legs together. âwhat did i just fucking tell you?â he spat as he harshly pushed your legs apart again.
you barely even heard his words, too busy with the sweet relief of his hands off your throbbing and sensitive clit. the way his thrusts slowed. ât-too muchâŚâ you trailed, crying out when his pace picked up again. his hand was back at your clit again, fast circles sending you over the edge as your back arched more and you gripped his shoulders for support. you buried your face into his bare neck as loud whimpers flew out of you.
âshhâŚâ sunghoon shushed lowly in your ear. for a second, you thought he was gonna be sweet until he harshly added, âkeep quiet before someone hears us and we both get in trouble. donât wanna ruin that good girl image you have now, do you?â you cut off another whimper with the bite of your lip. you were sure to draw blood with how hard your teeth were biting down.
âthatâs my good girl,â sunghoon soothed, pulling your head back. he pressed a sweet kiss to your lips as he looked down at you through the frames of his glasses. you avoided his eyes, shutting yours tightly altogether with knitted brows as the band finally snapped and you came around him, your body twitching. you could just hear the smug smirk in his voice when sunghoon suddenly said, âiâll stop when you beg me to.â
your eyes flew open and your grip on his shoulders tightened. how was he not a mess from all of this like you were? how could he still ram his cock in and out of you, fingers rubbing fast against your clit, with your mixed release and arousal making everything so slick without a single tremor in his voice? you stared at him with the most furious look you could muster, ân-never.â sunghoonâs smirk widened. âyouâll be too stupid on my cock that you wonât even think twice,â he replied.
sunghoon pulled out of you, letting out the first moan youâve heard from him as you pulsated around him. âfuckâŚâ he breathed as he watched your cum drip out of you. your head fell back as you breathed deeply through your nose, legs still shaking. sunghoon grabbed your arms and pulled you off the table. you wobbled tremendously as your feet hit the floor and you had to hold onto sunghoon for support. he spun you and pushed you down hard on the table, sticking his cock back inside you.
he held your shaking hips steady with firm hands as he pounded into you from behind. sunghoon mustâve been close, because he was letting his moans out more freely. âfuck, y/n⌠your pussy feels so good around my cock,â he whimpered. the overstimulation had your fists clenching and whines leaving your lips. âf-fuck you, s-sunghoon,â you murmured and looked back at him. with another moan, you came around his length again.
with a stuttered laugh, sunghoon lifted you up against his chest and your head fell back to rest against him. his arm wrapped around your breasts and your lower stomach, holding you tight to him as his cock thrusted deeper into you. your eyes fluttered open to look up at him. sunghoon pecked the side of your mouth, âyou are, baby.â
his lips fell down to your neck and he began sucking marks onto it, making you shiver. âwhen iâm done, everyone will know who you belong to,â sunghoon whispered lowly in your ear. he groaned and buried his head into your neck as he came undone inside of you. you whimpered at the feeling of being so full, sunghoonâs low whines in your ear, and the fact that he just didnât stop. even after he came.
you felt the cum dripping down your thighs and for once in your entire life, you were grateful for sunghoon. if he wasnât holding you so tightly to him you wouldâve fell over. âs-sunghoonâŚâ you whined just before he brought his lips to yours. he hummed against your lips, a smile spreading. you didnât want to beg, you refused to beg, but the pornographic sounds emitting from your two bodies and the waves of pleasure flowing through your body were making you extremely hazy.
âsunghoonâŚâ you whined again against his lips. he kissed you slowly, which was a contrast to how fast he was fucking into you right now. âi already told you what to do,â he replied before going back to kissing you. you shook your head, you didnât want to. whimpering as you came once again, you whispered âp-pleaseâŚâ against his lips.
pulling away and chuckling lowly, sunghoon said, âplease what, baby?â you scrunched your face up. you just couldnât believe that he was making you beg and you just couldnât believe you were actually about to do it. âplease⌠itâs t-too much. p-please stop!â you begged him. placing another slow kiss against your lips, which he made sure to drag out with a smirk, he leaned you against the table to pull out.
your legs trembled and your walls clenched around nothing at the sudden feeling of emptiness. you fell onto the table for support as your chest rose and fell hard. vaguely, you could hear sunghoon moving around behind you, but you could barely keep your eyes open right now.
you felt gentle hands pulling you up and turning you around. âlay back on the table,â sunghoon said softly, tissues in hand. you didnât have it in you to argue so you did what you were told. you felt him wiping between your legs and squirmed and jolted at his touch with how sensitive you were. at least the coldness of the table helped provide you comfort against your burning skin.
sunghoon grabbed your waist and helped you sit up. at some point he had grabbed your blouse, which he was now putting above your head after helping you with your bra. there was silence in the air as he got you off the table to put the rest of your clothes on, but it wasnât a heavy silence, it was actually a comfortable one.
once you were all dressed and sitting in a chair with your coat on, he put the rest of his clothes back on too since he was only in his boxers. he outstretched his arm once he was done for you to take and you stood up with wobbly knees to grab it. âwhy are you being so nice to me?â you asked him quietly, more genuinely curious than suspicious. he swung your bag over his other shoulder, âi just overstimulated the shit out of you, itâs the least i could do.â
after making sure the two of you had everything, he then added, âor call it post nut clarity⌠i donât really care.â you rolled your eyes at him as he led you through the library. both of your names were suddenly called and you heard approaching footsteps. turning in unison, a confused look on your face, you saw as your debate team president ran up to you.
she looked over the two of you, your intertwined arms, your closeness, and the fact that sunghoon was carrying your things with a shocked smile. âoh! you two have gotten close!â she remarked. you gave her a polite smile, your nose scrunching slightly to speak but sunghoon beat you to it, âshe was having a hard time and i was around, so iâm just helping her out!â
you so badly wanted to glare at him for the double meaning of his words but didnât want to give away what had just happened in one of the study rooms. âoh no, what happened?â your debate president asked, her brows drawing together with worry. âsheâs overstimulated,â sunghoon smiled and your eyes widened as you glanced at him. âitâs been a long dayâŚâ you quickly added, cheeks heating up as you ignored the smile on sunghoonâs face. âyou know, all the fluorescent lights and everythingâŚâ your president nodded, putting a comforting hand on your shoulder as she wished the both of you well.
once you were out of the library, you harshly nudged sunghoon, which didnât really do much but make you stumble. âyou fucking asshole! why would you say that!â you whisper-yelled, looking around you to make sure none of the students passing by heard. sunghoon beamed, laughing loudly, âitâs not my fault you thought of it that way!â
throughout the test, you kept looking across the room at sunghoon. you wanted to walk over and laugh in his face. this test was absolutely easy, even easier than before. you were going to pass this test with flying colors and score above whatever sunghoon gets. you were giddy with excitement to brag in his face.
at the end when all the tests were collected, you looked over at sunghoon again only to find him already looking at you. his head was resting in his hand and he looked slightly spaced out, but when your gaze met his he straightened and cocked his head to the side while raising an eyebrow. âA+, asshole!â you mouthed with a wide smug smile. sunghoon shook his head with the ghost of a smirk and mouthed, âyou wish.â
âwhen did the two of you start dating?â you heard your debate team president say as she came up to you, leaning next to where you sat. you turned to her with a confused upraised brow. âwhat are you talking about? we arenât dating,â you gave a shocked laugh. is she serious? you dating sunghoon of all people? please. you had standards. letting him fuck you was more than enough.
your president looked at you with complete surprise, âyou arenât? ohâŚâ you laughed again as you packed up your things. âyou two would make a cute couple!â she smiled. you rapidly shook your head and scrunched your face up at her comment, hanging your bag off your shoulder, âhe wishes.â your president laughed, giving you a look, as she turned to leave.
you started to walk after her but felt a hand grab your wrist and pull you back, keeping you in the empty classroom. turning with your eyebrows raised, you gave sunghoon an annoyed expectant look. âhow was the test, dumbass? too hard for you?â he pouted and you scoffed at him, crossing your arms over your chest. âitâs gonna be so good to watch your face fall when you see iâve gotten a better score than you!â you exclaimed and then moved to walk out of the class.
sunghoon followed behind you, âoh, please! i already told you your scores arenât even touching mine in the slightest. keep dreaming.â you pushed the door open to the building and the afternoon breeze brushed against you. walking towards the direction of the library, you said, âyet i can guarantee you i passed that test with flying colors!â sunghoon just scoffed and the two of you walked the short distance to the library in silence.
when you pushed open the study room, you sat your stuff down and got your laptop out to finish working on your debate speech. the competition was in a couple days and you still had half of your speech to write and make sure was absolutely perfect. âso, what is my grade? A+? i bet it is,â you asked, looking up at him from your seated position as he pulled his laptop out across from you. sunghoon furrowed his eyebrows at you, pushing his hair out of the frames of his glasses. âyesterdayâŚ? and you say iâm the idiot,â you added, muttering the last part.
sunghoon mockingly thought for a second before swiftly replying, âiâd give you a D-.â you scoffed, âa D-? youâre such a liar.â he shrugged, clicking some keys on his laptop in front of him. âyou sucked, but it was what i expected from someone of the likes of you,â sunghoon replied.
âyou werenât saying that when you were moaning over how good my pussy felt,â you smirked at him with a triumphant raise of your brow. âcouldnât even keep your lips off of me! hm⌠iâd give you an F average.â sunghoon snorted, âyou werenât saying that when my cock was deep inside you and you kept cumming around me.â
your eyes narrowed at him and you felt your face heat ever so slightly, âonly because you were overstimulating me! of course i was gonna cum! then you wouldnât stop or slow down!â sunghoon leaned forward onto the table on his elbows, a devious smirk playing on his lips. âdonât act like you didnât fucking love it like the little slut that you are,â he said lowly. you leaned forward too, using his own smirk against him, âonly if you stop acting like you donât want to strip me naked right now and fuck me again.â
âyeah, only so youâll stop acting like a fucking brat,â sunghoon replied. you smirk grew into a flirtatious smile, âawe, you wanna kiss me so bad!â sunghoon rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to his laptop and you smiled widely before doing the same.
after about an hour of working on your speeches and cross checking them with each other, your laptop dinged with a notification that your test was graded. âtest scores are out!â you exclaimed, hurriedly clicking on the notification to take you to your gradebook. out the corner of your eye you saw sunghoon lean into his laptop.
â98.75,â sunghoon said. you jumped to your feet in celebration, â99.25, fucker!â you then leaned over your laptop towards him so your face was only a short distance from his. âsuck. on. that!â you exclaimed, smugness dripping from your voice. âmiss me! miss me! now you gotta kiss me!â you then teased, tilting your head back and forth at him. sunghoon got up from his seat slightly and leaned towards you until your faces were just inches apart. ânow everytime you get a high score youâre gonna think of me fucking the shit out of you. right on this table. congrats!â
sunghoon pressed a kiss to your lips before going back to his speech. you stood there for a quick moment completely stunned as your face heated. sunghoon didnât even glance back up at you or anything. he was completely focused on his speech, eyes trailing the lines on the screen. âfuck you,â you mumbled, going back to your speech with annoyance flowing into you. âthink youâd be able to handle it again?â he replied smoothly, eyes never leaving his screen.
your debate team competition was tomorrow and you were so thankful that you managed to perfect your speech a couple days before. you were also thankful that you no longer had to be âtutoredâ by sunghoon since your grades were back to what they once were. though, you were not thankful that you still had to spend more time with him. that would all end soon though, thankfully.
stepping onto the bus that your debate team president somehow managed to secure, you made your way towards the middle of the bus and chose a seat at random. there weren't a whole lot of people on the debate team, so it was a small bus. you scooted towards the window and leaned your head against it, staring out at the parking lot of your campus.
the location at which the competition was being held and where your hotel was wasn't that far away. maybe a two or three hour drive from your university? either way, you felt exhausted and all you were excited to do was sleep the ride away.
turning, you watched your members file into the small bus, laughing and chatting away amongst each other. your eyes couldnât help but trail sunghoon as he stepped onto the bus and the sun reflected off his glasses, catching your attention. his eyes immediately found yours and the corners of his mouth lifted ever so slightly. you rolled your eyes and looked away, finding the seat in front of you way more interesting.
you looked back over to him when you saw him getting closer. he sat in the seat ahead of you on the opposite side of the bus. leaning against the window and throwing his feet up onto the rest of the seat, he looked over at you over the rims of his glasses. âlike what you see?â he mouthed and you rolled your eyes again, ignoring how his words brought up memories of the two of you fucking, and continued to stare.
sunghoon pulled out his phone and started scrolling on it for a little bit. he mustâve felt you still staring at him, lids droopy, because he glanced back up at you. âsleepy?â he mouth and then pouted, doing a fake crying motion. you didnât have the energy to shoot something back at him so all you did was nod, lids fluttering closed for a second. âso go to sleep,â he mouthed.
you sighed deeply and glanced around the bus. the bus was quiet besides the sounds of wheels going over concrete and the occasional rattling of the things on the bus. majority of your members were either asleep or on their way to it, and mrs. yoo was asleep as soon as she got comfortable in her seat at the front. âcanât,â you mouthed to sunghoon, followed by a shrug.
even though you were dead tired, for some reason your eyes just wouldnât close besides the occasional flutter. you watched as sunghoon sighed lightly before moving over to your seat. he sat his bag down on his lap, patting it down a little, and turned towards you. you looked back at him, confusion clear in your eyes. he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you towards his lap, insinuating that you rested your head on his bag.
shifting a little so you were more comfortable, you laid your head on his bag. sunghoonâs arm laid across the side of your waist and his hand rubbed soothing circles into it. âdonât think this is because i like you,â he whispered to you. you looked up at him. âmhm⌠and you wanna kiss me,â you quietly muttered, sleep heavy on your tone.
âyou want me to kiss you again,â sunghoon quietly shot back. your eyes drooped shut as you replied, âmhm⌠sure do.â sunghoonâs hand moved from your waist to your face as he turned it so you were facing him again. he leaned down and his lips met yours in a slow and sweet kiss. when he pulled away, he whispered with no punch, âyou get what you ask for, idiot.â you just hummed, already half asleep as he continued to rub soothing circles onto the side of your waist.
at some point, probably immediately after sunghoon had kissed you, you had fallen asleep. itâs quite surprising how easily you were able to simply from laying your head in his lap. when you woke up, the sun was setting and the streaks of pink and orange greeted you. you were still facing sunghoon a little, and you could see how he was fast asleep.
his hand was still across your waist, and you had to gently and slowly move it to his lap so you could sit up without waking him. the whole bus seemed to still be asleep, except for the bus driver, and you checked your phone to see that there was still about forty minutes until you reached your hotel. turning back to sunghoon, you giggled lightly to yourself at how his head leaned back on the seat as he slept. slowly you took his glasses off his face and put them on yours.
poking his cheek, you had to stifle your laugh as he jolted slightly. you stared at him with a dumb smile on your face as his eyes fluttered open and he blinked rapidly for a moment. he straightened, his eyes finding yours with a ghost of a smile on his mouth. âdamn your vision fucking sucks,â you immediately said, your voice low not to wake anyone.
his vision actually wasnât that bad, only slightly blurry for you, but you could still see out of his glasses just fine. âno shit sherlock,â sunghoon replied. âwhat do you think i need glasses for? and my vision isnât even that bad, i can still see fine without them.â it was just so funny to tease him and see what his reaction will be. you couldnât resist doing it, especially not when he would always deliver.
you started dramatically posing with his glasses, trying to keep the smile from growing on your face. âdo you think your glasses are the look for me?â you playfully asked him. âdo i look beautiful?â immediately sunghoon replied, âno, you look hideous.â he took his glasses back from you and put them back on his own face, his eyebrow raising at you after.
you let out a quiet laugh and wrapped your arms around his neck. you then countered, âawe, baby, you think iâm so beautiful? you wanna kiss me again?â you pouted your lips as you waited for his answer. sunghoon just rolled his eyes. âtotallyâŚâ he whispered, placing his hands on your waist. âi definietly do.â
smirking slightly, you leaned in and kissed him just as slow and sweet as he did to you earlier. only this time, you deepened it. you could practically feel sunghoonâs shock coming off of him in waves and it made you smile into the kiss. you pulled away suddenly, a playful smile on your lips, âyou get what you ask for!â you then gasped lightly and whispered really low, a hand over your mouth, ânot here, nasty! thereâs people around!â when he tried to kiss you again.
you tried to move your arms from his neck and turn away but sunghoon pulled you closer to him. ânuh uhâŚâ he muttered his lips pressing to yours for a chaste kiss. âthat didnât bother you before in the study room,â he whispered close to your ear sensually. your face heated as he pressed another kiss to your lips. âdidnât bother you when we were shaking the table and your moans could be heard across campus,â he whispered in your other ear before pressing sweet kisses to your neck. you had to resist the urge to moan as you glanced around the bus to see everyone still sleeping, your face on fire.
the marks from his lips on your neck the last time has just started to almost completely disappear. you had to wear turtlenecks or keep your scarf on during the day, whichâthankfullyâthe weather outside was chilly. âgo back to your original seat,â you replied, pushing his head away from your neck. you pushed at his chest but he didnât budge. âor what?â he challenged eyes boring into yours.
you rolled your eyes and tried to scoot as far from him as his hands pulling you towards him would allow. âwe both know whoâs in charge here,â he spoke quietly, lips on your jaw when you turned your face away from him. âand we both know i have more than enough reasons to punish you.â his breath fanning on your skin sent a shiver down your spine and it made sunghoon chuckle.
sunghoon guided your face back to his with the tip of his finger. he gave you another slow kiss before breaking away with a smug smirk and grabbing his bag to move back to his original seat. you breathed heavily and tried to still your rapidly beating heart. every moment you spent with him was always filled with such intensity, such tension that by the end of it you felt like you ran a marathon while holding your breath the entire time.
you glanced at him to see that he was leaned back against his window towards you, arms crossed in his lap, his hair over his glasses slightly and eyes shut. you stared at him for a moment as your heart rate increased more. how did he always manage to make you feel like this?
shaking your head at the thought, you watched as his chest rose and fell until he was asleep again. you didnât have anything better to do, and you werenât tired, so you watched him until more people started to wake and it was almost time to get your suitcases from the back of the bus to go into your hotel.
âare you sure you donât want to go to the pre-competition party?â your debate team president, and hotel roommate, asks while half her body is wrapped around the door to your room. a couple of your other members are outside the room waiting for her. âiâm fine! truly, i am. iâm really tired and just want to head to bed early,â you tell her, lying through your teeth. âgo have fun! donât stay out too late!â she laughs and responds before stepping out, âcanât say that i wonât!â
you sigh as the door closes and the keycard lock clicks into place. dropping onto your bed for the night, you stare up at the ceiling as thoughts of sunghoon flow through your mind. thatâs what you really wanted to stay in for. heâs been in your mind a lot recently, and not just of the occasional thoughts of how much you hated him.
do you even still hate him? you didnât know. the relationship between the two of you was all over the place, lines blurred everywhere. you hate each other, but the two of you have slept togetherâand you donât even know if you could label it as hate sex at this point. you hate each other, but occasionally sunghoon kisses you, and today you kissed him?
what makes you even more confused, and shocks you to your core, is the fact that you donât seem to mind the weird relationship you and sunghoon have. in fact, you actually kind of like it. it makes you look over all of your interactions with brand new eyes. youâre ripped out of your thoughts by a knock at your door. sliding from the bed, you walk over to the door and open it, only to be faced with the person running rampid in your thoughts himself.
sunghoon had his laptop in his hand and he looked at you expectantly. wordless, and still a little in your thoughts, you move to the side to let him in. âwhat are you doing here?â you ask him. sunghoon waved his laptop in the air as he got settled at the desk in your hotel room. âwe need to go over our speeches one last time before the competition tomorrow,â he replied.
a smug smile graced your features and you boasted, âiâm already finished with mine! must be because youâre so inferior to me that you arenât!â sunghoon snorted, âthese are just revisions, i finished mine a week ago. canât say the same for you, unfortunately. iâm not the the one who was feverishly scrambling to finish my speech two days before the competition.â you rolled your eyes even though his back was to you. you completely forgot that you had finished your speech with him present at the study room. âfuck off,â you muttered.
a comfortable silence filled the room as you laid on your bed staring at the ceiling and sunghoon typed at the desk. you were bored out your mind. the music from the party outside where the pool was floated up to your ears. even being on the third floor, the music was decently loud. almost every debate team thatâll be partaking in the competition was down there.
âsunghoon,â you whined. âiâm so fucking bored can you hurry up.â you heard him chuckle, âthat just makes me want to go slower.â silence overtook the room again for a couple minutes before you whined out again. âiâm bored,â you turned to stare at sunghoonâs side profile. you just realized how pretty he was. âwhat do you want me to do about it? shut up so i can focus,â he replied.
every couple minutes you would whine about how you were bored. you could see the irritation continuously building in sunghoonâs shoulders every time you opened your mouth. at first you really were bored, but then you saw how it was annoying him and that became entertaining to you. especially when he started to just flat out ignore you.
standing from the bed, you walked over to him, running your fingers through his hair and resting your head on top of his. you whined out once again, dragging out the vowel, âsunghoon iâm bored!â you glanced down to his laptop and saw that he was basically almost done. he had only a few more paragraphs before the end. a mischievous smile curled your lips as you thought of something that would make him really annoyed.
moving to the side and leaning in front of him, you lifted your leg over his to straddle him. sunghoon let out a loud annoyed sigh as you put your hands on his shoulders. he stared at you with furrowed brows, his arms falling to his sides. you pouted, âwhat? you donât want me now?â sunghoon breathed in hard, âno, i donât.â
you grinded against him and his hands flew to your hips. âdo you really wanna get on my nerves?â he asked harshly. truthfully, besides being entertained at seeing him annoyed, you donât know why you were straddling him. why you were currently grinding against him again and his hands at your hips were holding you firmly still. you didnât know why being in his presence filled you with such an intense need that you just had to provoke him to the point where he would touch you in some way.
a playful smile started to take over your pout. sunghoon sighed deeply and scooted his chair back away from the desk a little. your smile only grew when suddenly his lips were on yours. the kiss was just as desperate as you felt and just as intense. it reminded you of the time the two of you first kissed. the desperate need that left you breathless and made you run. but you werenât running now. you wanted sunghoonâyou needed him.
grinding against him again, he sharply inhaled and pulled away from you. you could feel his growing bulge and could feel how much wetter you were getting. he moved to stand and you got off of him. your body felt of fire and you shook ever so slightly in anticipation from whatever might happen next.
sunghoon moved to your bed, âwhereâs your roommate?â he asked and looked to you. his stare was intense and emotions that you couldnât decipher swirled in his eyes. âthe party,â you replied simply. âshe wonât be back until late⌠or at all if sheâs with her boyfriend.â a shiver ran down your spine at sunghoonâs satisfied smirk.
he laid on your bed, back against the headboard with an arm behind his head, his intense eyes never leaving yours. âare you just gonna stand there like a fucking idiot or are you gonna start taking your clothes off?â he asked you in the sweetest tone youâve heard from him yet. âyou want my cock so bad? come here and ride me.â
your mouth fell open and you stuttered over what to do next. you didnât know why you were suddenly so shy. âand if i donât?â you managed to say, the confidence was leaking out of your voice. sunghoon tilted his head to the side, his eyes trailing up and down your body from across the room and heating it up even more than it was before. âthen iâll leave you here all fucking needy,â he said simply.
slowly, you started to remove each article of clothing one by one. you kept avoiding his intense eyes that never left you, especially when he lifted his hips off the bed to take his sweatpants and boxers off, hard and leaking cock on full display. you only got a brief moment of tranquility from his stare when he went to take his shirt off.
you stood completely naked in front of him. he had shifted down on the bed a little, him completely naked now too. for some reason, even thought this isnât the first time you were naked in front of him, this time felt different. you felt suddenly exposed, like the fog between the two of you had disappeared and you were seeing each other clearly for the first time. he had to feel it too, or else he wouldnât be staring at you so intently, his brows slightly knitted together.
after a moment of silence, a moment that felt like eternity with the thick tension in the air, sunghoon finally broke it. you stood with your hands intertwined together in front of you, squirming a little to find some way not to feel so exposed. your eyes were firmly on the bottom of the bed where you could just barely make sunghoon out in your peripheral vision.
âcome here,â sunghoon said softly. your eyes fluttered up to him and you moved slowly towards the bed, perching just at the end as you sat back on your knees. the room suddenly felt cold and goosebumps formed on your skin. sunghoon shifted a little so he was sitting more against the headboard again. âcloser,â he said in the same soft tone. he put his hands to his sides as his eyes trailed over your face.
you crawled towards him slowly, and immediately regretted it when you looked up at his sharp intake of breath. you straddled his thighs, his big and hard cock brushing against your stomach. sunghoon moved his hands from his sides to your waist and caught your lips in a sweet and soothing kiss.
you moved your ridgid arms from your sides to around his neck, fingers combing through the bottom of his hair. the longer you kissed sunghoon, the more you felt your nerves dissolve and the more your need for him grew. you got up on your knees and grabbed sunghoonâs cock, which made him let out a moan against your lips, and lined it to your entrance. slowly, you slid down his length until he was fully inside of you.
you did as he told you to do and started to grind your hips, pulling away from his lips to whimper at how good he felt. his long cock rubbed against your sweet spot so well and you rolled your hips faster and faster as the waves of pleasure hit you one by one.
sunghoon kissed you slowly as you came undone on top of him. he smiled against your lips as you kept pulling away to moan or whimper from his cock inside you. it almost made you forget that he was annoyed with youâalmost. it almost made you forget until you fell against him with your head buried in his chest as you pulsated around him and he lifted your hips so you were sitting on your knees slightly. until you pulled away from his chest with knitted eyebrows and he stared at you with intense, blown out eyes. until he gripped your hips so you wouldnât move and fucked up into you so hard that it made you cry out.
tears brimmed in your eyes and you couldnât stop the breathy stuttered whimpers that escaped you even if you tried. âs-sunghoonâŚâ you moaned out. sunghoon threw his head back onto the headboard at his name on your lips. âwhat? this is what you wanted, isnât it?â he asked you, mock sweetness in his voice. âwhen you kept grinding against me, this is what you asked for, isnât it?â he slammed his lips on yours, humming at the way you clenched around him again, warm cum dripping down his cock.
âa-asshole,â you pushed out, glaring at him because that was all you could do. his eyebrows raised at you and he let out a wry laugh, âbaby, you have no idea.â suddenly you were being pulled off the bed. suddenly sunghoon was throwing the balcony door open and the cold air was nipping at your skin.
you were being pulled to the balcony, party in full swing below you and music attacking your ears. you were lucky that if someone were to look up three floors that theyâd only see your fucked out expression as sunghoon bent you over the railing and stuck his cock back inside you. âsince you wanna be a fucking brat for me, you can be a brat for everyone. letâs show everyone how much of a fucking slut you are.â
the retorts quickly died on your tongue when sunghoon began moving, smacking his hips harshly against your ass. âarenât you such a good girl? already cumming twice against my cock. you want more? cause iâll give you fucking more,â sunghoon leaned down to your ear to ask you over the music. you nodded, severely regretting pissing him off. your legs wobbled underneath you.
you already knew what was coming next when you felt his hand wrap around your waist. he pulled you up and said harshly, âuse your fucking words. are you trying to annoy me more?â you swallowed down the moans in your throat. ân-no,â you whimpered and squeezed your eyes shut. âi w-want you to give m-me moreâŚâ if you thought him making you beg for him to stop the first time he fucked you was humiliating, it had nothing on this.
your back arched and that just made it worse. he pulled you back to him by your hair and you moaned at the pain and from the pleasure of his cock ramming in and out of you. you heard him smugly laugh behind you and you opened your eyes to look at him. he stared directly into your eyes, âyouâre mine. and your pussy for the night is mine to do with what i please. do you understand?â you nodded.
remembering to use your words, you pushed out, ây-yes.â sunghoonâs lips were on yours with a sloppy kiss that ended just as fast as it started. âand who do you belong to?â he asked you, mouth by your ear. you inhaled as deeply as you could with the pleasure ripping you apart. âyou,â you breathed, barely above a whisper. sunghoon gave you the sweetest smile and followed it up with the sweetest kiss. âgood fucking girl.â
he brought you back inside and shut the balcony behind you. you barely got to breathe a sigh of relief that cold air wasnât nipping at your skin before your face was buried in the comforter and you let out the loudest moan youâve ever let out before. sunghoon fucked into you so deeply, his own loud moans escaping him, that it sent you over the edge. you clenched around him again and he whimpered out a, âfuck, baby⌠youâre gonna make me cum if you keep clenching around my cock like that.â
you whimpered out something even you couldnât understand, thick tears rolling down your face from the ecstasy. you let out another loud moan, the rope inside you about to snap. âyou drive me f-fucking crazy, y/n. do you know that?â sunghoon stuttered. the two of you came at the same time, intertwined moans and whimpers filling the hotel room.
sunghoon fell over you, managing to catch himself with his hands at your sides as you felt his cock twitch inside you from his release. he pulled out from you slowly, whimpering at how you clenched around him in the process. he laid down on the edge of the bed and helped pull you up so you straddled him again and laid against his chest. sunghoonâs arms wrapped around you as you both breathed heavily.
once you felt your body still and you no longer felt like you were being ripped apart by his huge cock giving you waves of pleasure, you sat up with sudden determination. sunghoon looked up at you through half opened eyes and tilted glasses. you took his cock, relishing in the way he moaned and dug his head into the blankets as his eyes squeezed shut, and slid it back inside you. you tried not to double over at the sensitivity and how you could feel every vein on his cock inside you.
you placed your hands on his chest and looked down at him, eyes burning and the hint of a smile on your lips. sunghoon laughed, and it had to be the first time youâve ever heard him genuinely laugh. a genuine smile spread across his lips after. you felt your heart flutter at the sight despite your plans. âwant me to get a taste of my own medicine, huh?â sunghoon smiled up at you, causing your own to grow, and you nodded as you started to rock your hips back and forth.
sunghoon put his hands on your hips, whimpers leaving him and making his teeth clench. you picked up your paced and he stared up at you through knitted eyebrows. your smile grew more as you got to watch every moan, every whimper, and every whine that left his mouth, just as he did you. it didnât take long for sunghoon to cum again, and thank god for that. you didnât know how long you could take being hit with more waves of pleasure.
his hands gripped your hips hard as he moaned out your name. you giggled and continued to move your hips, creamy sounds coming from the motion. âo-okay, y/nâŚâ sunghoon whined and you shook your head. âbeg me to stop,â you demanded, giggles on your lips. âstâokay! s-stop. please stop!â
you smiled and pulled yourself off of him slowly. sunghoon let out a shaky breath and looked over at you, âthatâs the only time iâll let you do that.â you looked over at him from your spot next to him, an eyebrow raised in a challenge. âwho says there will be a next time?â you replied. sunghoon just shook his head at you and laughed, âwe both know this isnât the last time.â you laughed and gave him a quick kiss. âso then you know that that wonât be the only time!â you sweetly exclaimed.
he sat up and you followed, standing to your feet and almost falling to the floor had it not been for sunghoon catching you. he sat you back down on the bed, helping you to move back against the headboard. âstay here... iâll get a towel to clean you up,â he chuckled and you nodded. you werenât even shocked like how you were the last time that he was being so sweet. in fact, after the way he just fucked you, it was a welcome change. even if the one-eighty made you dizzy.
sunghoon grabbed your clothes off the floor and sat them beside you as he started to clean you up. âyou might want to put on something warmer⌠i did have you out in the cold naked,â he spoke softly as you put your shirt on. the clothes you were wearing before was a long sleeved pajama top and pajama shorts. the room was already a little bit cold, so maybe he was right. âall i packed was pajama shortsâŚâ you trailed as he finished cleaning between your legs.
âyou can wear my sweatpants,â sunghoon replied and reached down to the floor to grab them. he handed them to you and stood to his feet to clean himself off. âwell then what would you wear?â you asked, brows furrowing. sunghoon shrugged, âiâll be fine. iâll just wear my boxers and put a different pair of sweatpants on when i get back to my room.â he put his boxers on and helped you to put your underwear and his sweatpants on. he then turned for the bathroom.
suddenly, and at full force, you realized that your night togetherâyour time tonight with himâwas coming to a close. and you realized how you didnât want him to leave. sunghoon came out the bathroom in just his shirt and boxers and halted in his steps to stare at you. it was the most openly longing brief stare and it made your heart explode in your chest before he turned away to his laptop.
he gathered his laptop and turned back to you, a less intense version of his intense stare from earlier drilling into you. you could see that brief longing hiding behind it. you panicked from the intent attention and said, âdonât stare at me like that.â there was that genuine smile that made you want to melt. âor what? you canât even move,â he replied, a laugh at the edges of his voice. you rolled your eyes playfully as he came up to you and pressed a kiss to your lips.
sunghoon turned to leave and you grabbed his hand, making him turn back towards you with knitted brows. âcan you stay with me?â you asked shyly as you looked down to where your hand held his, ââŚplease?â you dared a glance at him and saw as the corners of his mouth were trying hard not to lift. he nodded and moved to set his laptop back on the desk, along with his glasses.
you scooted over in the bed and got under the covers and he did the same after turning the lights off. sunghoon pulled you closer to him in the darkness, until your head was to his chest. you looked up at him and he kissed you slowly, and this time it felt more intimate rather than teasing. âyou donât hurt anywhere do you? are you sore?â he asked quietly between kisses. you shook your head, âno but iâll probably be sore in the morning.â
âiâm sorry, baby,â he spoke, kissing you a final time before resting his chin on your head and pulling you closer. you inhaled his scent and shut your eyes, a sudden wave of tiredness hitting you. âi know youâre tired,â he then said. âgo to sleep, iâll be here to help you.â you nodded and let yourself drift off. when you woke up the next morning, sunghoon was gone.
you and your debate team members were rounding back up onto the bus after a successful debate competition, tired smiles and sleepy yawns everywhere. it was a miracle that you were able to speak so confidently at your competition after what happened last night. especially with your emotions all over the place when you woke up to find that you were completely alone in your hotel room.
you and sunghoon havenât spokenâbesides at the debateâall day. and if you were being honest⌠you were kind of avoiding him. you just couldnât be around him after last night. he made your head foggy and your heart pound and you were helpless to stop it. the two of you werenât even friends, and you clearly werenât dating, so what were you?
all of your members were sound asleep as soon as they stepped on the bus and you smiled a little to yourself. they mustâve had a fun time at the party last night. you had your head leaning on the window as you watched the passing scenery. you didnât turn when you felt the seat dip next to you.
you had felt sunghoonâs eyes on you, that burning intensity, but you couldnât look at him right now. you closed your eyes when you felt his arm wrap around you and you were pulled to him. âsleep,â he spoke softly, his hand brushing the side of your face that was now in his lap. you couldnât, so you just nodded as you kept your eyes closed. you slowed your breathing until you felt his slow and cracked your eyes open as you slowly turned to look up at him.
sunghoon was fast asleep, his head drooped down towards you and glasses hanging down his nose. you wanted so badly to cup his face and kiss his lips, and that thought caught you off guard horrifically. slowly, you began to put the pieces together.
the way your face would heat and your heart rate would pick up... the way you always seemed to find him in any crowded room, your eyes always lingering on him⌠the way you wanted to be near himâneeded to be near him, to have his lips on yours to the point where you would constantly provoke him⌠you had feelings for park sunghoon.
your eyes widened significantly and you were glad that everyone was asleep for your realization. you liked sunghoon. you liked him, and your feelings for him were only growing more and more as you spent more and more time with him. before you even realized it, your hand was raising to move the hair that had fallen in his face. your eyes widened as he stirred slightly and you froze. thankfully, he stayed asleep and you dropped your hand as you continued to stare.
you had stayed there like that, just silently watching him for almost the whole bus ride. when you saw him stir you quickly shut your eyes and slowed your breathing again. you felt him shift ever so slightly and heard him let out a low sigh. his fingers brushed your face softly, the pad of his thumb brushing back and forth before his arm rested across your waist.
after a few minutes had passed, you pretended to wake up, eyes fluttering open and connecting with his. you blinked a couple times before moving to sit up. glancing around the bus to everyoneâs sleeping forms, you saw him furrow his eyebrows a little in your peripheral.
when you looked back at him, head leaning back against the bus seat, sunghoon had cupped your face and pressed a kiss to your lips. he went to stand but you grabbed his hand. your eyes widened slightly and he turned back to you in slight shock, eyebrows raising. you stared at him with wide eyes and pulled him back down lightly.
what if he didnât want this, didnât want to be with you? what if all he enjoyed between the two of you was all the kisses and the sex with no strings attached? sunghoon sat back down and you turned to lean against the window, thoughts racing.
when you got to campus you had basically sprinted away from the bus after getting your things to your dorm. you were glad that you didnât really have to spend anymore time with sunghoon, since you didnât need his âtutoringâ and the debate competition was over. maybe you can try and get rid of these feelings, try and go back to the way things were before you and sunghoon ever even kissed.
you laughed wryly to yourself as you put your stuff away in your dorm. things will never be the way they were before. that ship sailed as soon as his lips touched yours, as soon as you were both naked and your bodies were pressed together.
you had avoided sunghoon in all the classes you shared, inside the hallways, and anywhere on or off campus. you never realized how much he was always in your orbit before you were actively trying to stay out of his. it was going well, you were ignoring his stare on you, lost in your own thoughts as the class was about to end.
thatâs when you felt someone lean down next to you and a, âyouâre mine.â was uttered. at least, thatâs what you heard. you jumped, looking over to see no one other than sunghoon. your mind flashed back to the hotel and you blinked a couple times to clear your thoughts. with knitted brows you said, âwhat?â sunghoon raised an eyebrow at you, giving you a weird look. âi said youâre my partner,â he replied, brows furrowing when you gave him a confused look. âfor the presentationâŚ?â he added and you tried to think about what he was talking about.
vaguely, you remember your teacher talking about some powerpoint project that she wanted you to group into pairs for. you wanted to bang your head against the wall at the fact that you were gonna have to spend even more time with sunghoon. your feelings havenât even left! if anything, theyâve intensified. you inhaled deeply, âokay.â
the two of you were now sitting in your study room, silence hanging in the air with tension that couldnât be cut with a fucking chainsaw. your laptops were in front of you, open to your shared slides. under the table, sunghoonâs leg shook furiously. throughout your time in here, he had tried to kiss you twice. he had given you a confused look when you turned your head away both times, opting to focus on something else. the first time he thought you were being bratty, but when it happened the second time he had raised an eyebrow at you.
âcan you stop changing all the slides i make?â sunghoon suddenly spat out as he looked at you angrily. you gave him a glare. âwell maybe if you would stop thinking with your dick and use your brain you wouldnât be struggling with this easy ass topic and i wouldnât have to keep editing all your slides,â you shot back.
sunghoon scoffed, âmaybe if you would stop thinking about my dick and focus we wouldnât be having all these problems and we would be on the same page!â you couldnât help but take his words as a double meaning. the two of you stared at each other with angry, intense glares. you sighed heavily and stood to your feet, annoyance dripping from you as sunghoon watched.
you stormed over to him and sat on his lap, grabbing his face and bringing your lips to his roughly. his hands immediately came to your hips as he kissed you back with just as much roughness. âi hate you so fucking bad,â sunghoon muttered against your lips. there was no heat in it. âyou want to fuck me so fucking bad,â you immediately replied.
sunghoon started to turn the kiss sweet, holding you against him as his hands moved to your lower back and the back of your neck. his touch sent a shiver down your spine. âi want you, y/nâŚâ he said after a moment. you pulled away and tried to get off of him, but he held you tighter. in what way did he want you? âi want you too,â you spoke, quietly.
your gaze fell and you then said, âwhat is this between us, sunghoon?â he went quiet and the silence between the two of you was deafening. you pushed his arms off you and got off of him, moving to return to your seat. before you could get far, sunghoon grabbed your hand. ây/n, what do you mean?â he asked seriously.
harshly turning to him, you tried so hard to keep the sadness from your voice, âthe morning at the hotel⌠why did you leave?â sunghoon gave you an incredulous look. âwhat?â he breathed, and shook his head ever so slightly. âthe morning after we had sex. you said you were gonna stay with me and when i woke up you were gone,â you snatched your hand from his grasp, not caring anymore if he heard the hurt in your voice.
there was concern and worry etched clear in his expression. âi didnât think youâd want to see my face once your head was clearâŚâ sunghoon said quietly. the anger in you only grew. âyou shouldâve let me decide that!â you shouted in frustration. sunghoon stood, grabbing your hands, âokay! iâm fucking sorry that i assumed⌠okay?â you looked away.
sunghoon took your chin softly so you would look up at him. âiâm sorry,â he repeated, his voice softer. âit wonât happen again.â you blinked a couple of times to get rid of the building tears. âso?â you asked quietly, referring to the question you asked him. sunghoon cupped your cheek, âwe can be whatever you want us to be. iâll be happy as long as you donât avoid me again. i told you, i want youâto be with you.â
you pressed your lips to his, âi want to be with you too.â he laughed and teasingly said, âawe, you want to be my girlfriend?â you rolled your eyes, a smile on your lips, as you playfully pushed him away. his laugh grew, that same genuine laugh, as he pulled you towards him to capture your lips in a kiss. âyou get what you ask for,â he spoke, making you giggle.
the next day you walked into mrs. yooâs class together hand in hand, a big smile on your face as sunghoon teased you. your debate team president practically cheered as she yelled how she was right. âfinally itâs official! now i donât have to watch the two of you longingly stare at each other from across the room!â she exclaimed. your face heated tremendously and before you could look away in embarrassment sunghoon kissed you with a large grin.
when you had gotten and A+ on your presentation, you smiled at sunghoon. âwhoâs the idiot now, idiot?â you asked teasingly. he hummed in thought for a moment, âyou still are!â he gave you a chaste kiss and wrapped his hands around your waist. âlet me take you on a date,â sunghoon then said.
you hummed in thought for a moment, copying his actions as you wrapped your arms around his neck. âno, thank you!â sunghoon playfully rolled his eyes, kissing you again, âiâll pick you up tomorrow at eight.â
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not on the menu
The babyâs babbling took a sudden turn as her curious eyes locked onto Heeseungâs shirt. Her tiny hands grabbed the fabric, pulling it toward her as she leaned forward.
âWhat are you doing, squishy?â Heeseung chuckled, his tone light with amusement.
Before he could react further, she opened her little mouth wide and attempted to gnaw on his shirt, her gums working determinedly against the fabric. Her face scrunched up in concentration as if this was the most serious task sheâd ever undertaken.
âAh, so my shirtâs food now?â Heeseung said, raising an eyebrow as he gently pried the fabric from her grasp. âSorry, sweetheart, but this isnât on the menu.â
You burst out laughing, covering your mouth to muffle the sound as she frowned, clearly displeased with her dadâs interference. She let out a series of loud, disgruntled babbles, her tiny fists clinging stubbornly to his shirt.
âLooks like sheâs not taking no for an answer,â you teased, watching as she tried again to bring the shirt to her mouth.
âSheâs relentless,â Heeseung said, shaking his head with a soft laugh. âShe gets that from you, too.â
âOh, please,â you retorted, leaning closer. âThat determination? Thatâs all you.â
Heeseung smirked, though his focus remained on the baby. âAlright, baby. Letâs negotiate.â
He reached over to the bedside table, grabbing the bottle youâd prepped last night. âHow about this instead?â
The moment she saw the bottle, her face lit up like a Christmas tree. Her little hands released his shirt immediately, reaching for the bottle as she squealed with delight.
âThought so,â Heeseung said, his voice filled with mock triumph as he handed her the bottle and helped guide it to her mouth.
You watched her tiny body relax, her hands gripping the bottle tightly while she drank with contented little gulps. Heeseungâs gaze softened as he adjusted her in his arms, his fingers lightly brushing over her chubby cheeks.
âSaved your shirt this time,â you joked, leaning against his shoulder.
He smiled, tilting his head to press a kiss to your temple. âShe can have the shirt if she wants it. Sheâs already got my heart, anyway.â
The tender moment stretched between you as she drank her fill, her little legs kicking lazily in her dadaâs lap. The world outside remained a distant blur, replaced by the pure, uncomplicated joy of family.
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stay (forever, if youâd like) â lee know x reader ; the six times he asks you to stay (2.3k words)
happy bday lee know, you are my light
one.
Thereâs this thing about Minhoâin the way his eyebrows are furrowed, eyes sharp, and lips always in a tight line. Itâs why they call him cold, unapproachable. The same people that have intrigue and intimidation written on their faces when they lay eyes on the boy.
They just donât know him.
His eyes are a lot softer than they describe. Theyâre wide, wonder-like, and they shine with something you canât quite identify, but there. Present. There is so much you can decipher with a single lookâmischief, pain, sincerity, love.
Those same eyes are looking at you right now. Almost pleading, but painfully trying not to look obvious.
âItâs getting dark outside.â He acts as if he isnât the reason youâre still at his dorm.
Attempts at leaving, all in vain, flash before your eyes. You have to admit, your best friend is nothing but convincing, and a little manipulative in how he keeps you captive until there is reason for you to stay. âYou should stay.â
You can hear the kettle whistling from a distance. Itâs water for tea with measurements for two, like he knew you wouldnât leave.
âMin.â You let out a breathy laugh. Heâs almost detached himself from the couch heâd sprawled himself on earlier, inching closer and closer and closer until he gets the answer that he wants.
Itâs obviously for your safety, itâs dangerous walking along at night. You would be stupid not to stay. Thatâs what he tells himself, but there is a feeling in his stomach telling him thereâs more to it. He really really doesnât want to think about it right now.
âFine,â you sigh.
âGood decision. It seems that you value your life after all,â he says. Thereâs a hint of a smile playing on his lips that he doesnât quite show. You can always tell, though. Itâs usually when he gets something he wants.
âBut Iâm leaving first thing in the morning.â
(You wonât.)
two.
seungmin (2:03am): pls pick minho up. drunk
You have to look at Seungminâs message twice before it properly registers.
You remember Minho telling you he wouldnât be drinking tonight, but it seems thereâs been slight changes to his plans. You wonder if Jisungâs peer pressure finally worked on him tonight.
yn (2:05am): omw
Your dorm is only a few minutes away from where theyâre drinking, and your best friend had asked you to come with him earlier, but youâd decided against it. You werenât in the mood for the stench of alcohol in your nasal cavity.
Though, with your sudden task of picking the boy up, it seems unavoidable now.
It isnât difficult to spot him. The moment youâre merely a block away, you find Minho just outside with a sleeping Felix on his shoulder. Their backs are slouched, and his eyes look like theyâre fighting not to close.
â(Name)!â Seungmin calls out for you first, and itâs hard to miss Minhoâs head pointed directly in your direction the moment your name slips out of his friendâs mouth, like heâs been looking there this whole time.
âIt was fun to have blackmail material at first, but now Iâm just tired.â The younger boy sighs.
You laugh, and something bitter bubbles in the sitting boyâs stomach. He lets himself sit on the feeling for quite a while. Jealousy is an ugly monster, but he doesnât know that yet. âPlease take care of him.â
When you crouch in front of Minho, the scowl on his face softens.
âYouâre here.â He mumbles, exhaustion dripping from his voice. He reaches out to you, and Seungmin mutters something you donât quite hear.
âDid you have fun?â
âMmm,â he hums. Heâs really drunk. And by his curtained eyes and his lack of dignity, you can tell heâs a goner. And so is the sleeping boy next to him.
You look around to see if thereâs a convenience store nearby. Water would be a good buffer to the eventual hangover thatâs waiting for them in the morning.
ââM just gonna buy some watââ
âStay.â He interrupts you, just loud enough that you get a whiff of the whiskey heâd been drinking.
âYouâll feel better if you drink water.â Your eyes flicker to the convenience store for a moment before refocusing on your best friend.
A visible frown crosses his features, and his skin is flushed out from drinking. âYou just arrived. Stay, please?â The way he begs entices you, because itâs not often that your best friend pleads.
âYouâre saying please? You must be really drunk.â You laugh before falling to sit next to him in resignation. There is no arguing with him, not when heâs gripping the bottom of your shirt and tugging for you to stay with him for a moment.
Then thereâs a sudden weight on your shoulder. He mirrors the way Felix is laying on him.
Five minutes pass.
âWanna nap.â He mumbles. Minho feels so much like a child like this.
âYou can sleep at my dorm tonight.â
âYouâll stay with me there?â He asks, almost innocent. He lifts his head from your shoulder momentarily and looks at youâeyes hazy and hair fucked out from the harsh winds of the early morning. And yet, he still looked pretty. Even at 2 in the morning.
âMhm, but we have to go now.â Minho groans when your warmth suddenly leaves him, but he doesnât have time to dwell when your hand meets his vision, outstretched for him to hold.
Seungmin whisks Felix awake.
âOkay.â He grabs your hand with a tired grip, and your bones rattle at how he intertwines your fingers. As if heâs always held your hand that way. And he keeps it that way until you arrive just ten minutes after.
Minho crashes on your couch before you can even hand him a glass of water.
three.
âStay.â Stone cold sternness.
Minho doesnât boss you around, at least, never seriously. He knows you hate being told what to do, but there is something about the circumstances right now, something in the fear of your voice, that has him using imperatives.
âJustââ He cuts himself off, trying to keep himself calm.
Even through a phone call, you know what face heâs pulling. That scowl, lips shut, eyes angry. âStay with Chan. Iâm on my way.â
âI donât know why heâs here.â Fear drips from your voice far too easily and your painstricken words make it difficult for the boy not to speed. Your ex-boyfriend has always tried keeping contact with you despite your obvious distaste. He makes you uncomfortable, and he has aggression tendencies.
The thought of him makes Minho step on his accelerator. Heâs thankful Chan is with you. Had he not, Minho wouldâve been in deep trouble with the law enforcement.
âYouâre with Chan, right?â
âYes.â
âOkay. Good.â
When he arrives, he asks his friend to lead you to his car.
Minho is really angry, and the sight of your ex-boyfriend kicks things up a higher notch. You donât know what heâs about to do, but heâs scary when heâs upset. Chan tries to take your attention away, but the dynamic in Minhoâs voice is too loud. Itâs the one he doesnât like to use on anyone he cares about.
âYouâre lucky weâre in public. If you so much as look at my best friend, Iâm going to kill you.â There is no remorse when he speaks, and his fists are balled up tight. Heâs trying his best not to use them. âFuck you.â
He returns to you and Chan no longer than five minutes, but definitely long enough to scare off your ex-boyfriend. Chan hands him his car keys, and Minho says nothing the entire ride home. His anger is still evident, almost seething off of him.
âAre you okay?â He asks long after Chan is gone, and itâs only the two of you just outside your dorm. The night air is crisp, cold in contrast to the overwhelming heat heâd felt earlier. âIâm sorry if I scared you. I didnââ
Minho shuts his mouth when you suddenly wrap your arms around him. âThank you.â
The rage melts from his face, features softening. He brings his own arms around you.
He stays the night at your dorm.
four.
Theyâre so pretty!â
Your face stands out in the sea of springâs flowers. Youâre unaware of the way heâs looking at you, eyes shifting in excitement.
âI hope the bees sting you.â You roll your eyes at him, dropping your vision to continue admiring the fields of flowers. Theyâve bloomed so beautifully.
Minho disappears for a moment, but you donât worry too much. He was probably looking for the nearest bench. Youâd dragged him out after all. He hasnât changed at all since youâd gotten together. He was still stubborn, and yet sickeningly sweet when he wanted to.
Your boyfriend comes back with his hands behind his back, and it has you squinting at him. What could he be up to this time?
Heâs suddenly standing impossibly close to you, and you almost lose the rhythm of your breathing with how close he is. You donât think youâll ever get used to this. âStay still.â
His hand reaches out towards you, fingers pushing a few strands of your hair away. A quiet heartbeat later, he pulls back, and the only difference you feel is something pinched just behind your ear. You wonder if itâs what you think it is.
(It is. An unassuming flower decorates the side of your face.)
Minhoâs heart softens at the sight. âPretty.â
The sight of you brings springâs flowers to shame, he thinks.
five.
Arguing has always been something that wasnât easy for the both of you, especially Minho. He hated fighting, but sometimes, it couldnât be helped.
Itâs how you found yourselves with puffy eyes and red noses. You barely remember what you were arguing about in the first place, but you have an overwhelming urge to leave. You think itâs so the fight doesnât escalate, and because you donât like that look on his face.
You say nothing when you move to open the door.
âWhat are you doing?â He sighs. Heâs hesitant if he should step forward or not.
âIâm leaving.â
âYou canât.â
âI can, and I will.â You sniffle, a hand coming up to wipe your stubborn tears before planting on the doorknob of your shared apartment. âI hate it when we fight.â
âYou donât think I hate it too?â He frowns, hand hovering over yours. âBut leaving isnât the right option right now. Just stay, and weâll talk about it more in the morning. I know youâre tired, but please. Stay.â
You cry even more into his chest, but he couldnât be less bothered at the snot thatâs staining his shirt. He brings you closer by your waist, hand patting down on your hair to quietly try and soothe you. He regrets letting the argument escalate this far. âIâm sorry.â
ââM sorry for ruining your shirt.â You pull away, eyes trained on the big wet stain decorating the shirt heâs wearing.
âItâll dry by tomorrow morning.â He reassures you, swaying the both of you gently. âPlease donât ever think about leaving.â
Thereâs something about the pain in his eyes that has your heart breaking further, and the way he bends down to cup your cheeks softly in his hands. He doesnât reek of frustration anymore.
âWasnât gonna.â You mutter.
âYou scared me for a second.â He shakes your head in his palms slowly before pressing a wet kiss on your lips. Your face is warm from crying. âJust⌠stay.â
(Forever, if you can. If youâd like.)
six.
You wake up to find him already looking at you, though heâs barely awake himself.
A greeting sits on his tongue, of your third anniversary, but he swallows it down for a moment. âDid you sleep well?â He asks instead, voice a little husky from the morning air.
âHmmm.â You yawn, feeling something tickle just behind you. You know itâs one of the cats. Theyâve grown into the habit of joining you and Minho in bed lately.
He smiles at you softly, arms reaching out to tug you back against his warm, very shirtless chest. And while youâd hate to ruin the quiet of the morning, you know you have to leave in a bit. Youâd promised to run a quick errand.
âBaby, have to go.â You giggle when his grip only tightens around you. Itâs never easy peeling yourself out of bed with Minho.
âHow mean, already trying to leave me on our anniversary.â You know heâs pouting by the way he talks to you. You can only laughâbreathy and genuinely happy.
âIâll be quick.â You whisper, and you hear a quiet âmeowâ from your left.
âThe babies would hate to see you go.â He whines.
âHow classy of you to use them against me.â He smirks quite proudly, limbs still heavy over you. He refuses to let you go, not when your skin on his is a reminder of the things that had happened the night before, not when it feels this comfortable.
The sun continues to seep through the blinds to join the both of you, a taunting reminder that you really had to leave. You try to tug your arm free, but his fingers dig deeper into your skin.
âIâll be right back.â You try to convince him, but all he does is plant a kiss on your neck before burying his face back into the scent of your hair. You know thereâs no talking this out with Minho.
âStay.â You canât help the way your heart swells at a single word. âYou wonât regret it.â
You have a feeling thereâs a different connotation to his words. You think you know what.
âFine.â You know there was never a chance that heâd let you go, even if you tried to wriggle yourself out.
He smiles. âJust wanna stay like this a little bit longer.â
Minho meets your lips like itâs the perfect time to do so. It is, always. He kisses you sweetly, gently, like there wasnât anything else to do. He doesnât make a move even when his phone rings somewhere in the room.
And youâll stay. And stay, and stay, and stay.
Forever.
You think youâd like that.
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Dirty Little Secret
âGenre: Smut MDNI 18+ only
âPairing: sex worker!mingi x afab!reader (best friends to ??)
âWord count: 7.6k
âWarnings: Porn, eye contact, praising, oral/face sitting (f receiving), use of sex toys (m receiving), reader records Mingi masturbate, dirty talk, begging, Mingi is pretty soft, fingering (f receiving), youâre both desperate, reader is easily flustered and Mingi is a tease (let me know if I missed any)
âSummary: Your best friend Mingi stays the night at your place after not seeing each other in a while. When he abandons his phone you decide to play on it, the last thing you were expecting to find was his secret porn account.
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After a nice shower, youâre lying in bed watching the show youâve been binge-watching for days. Suddenly, you feel your phone vibrate beside you, getting a text from Mingi.
Loser (Mingi): Yo, Iâm here >:)
A smile grew on your face, jumping out of bed and running toward the door. When you swing the door open, youâre met with a smiling Mingi, his sleepover bag in one hand, his other resting on the top of the doorframe.
âWassup bitch!â You exclaim.
Mingi smiles wide, pulling you in for a hug, his arm wrapping around your shoulders as your hands wrap around his waist. You swear he grew taller from the last time you saw him.Â
You and Mingi havenât been able to hang out much anymore. With your different jobs, your schedules just donât align. Adult life is lame. Sometimes you wish you could go back to your teenage years, when you both hung out practically every day. After school, during lunch, whenever you wanted. But here you are; you have your own apartment, car, and job, but life is still boring when you canât see your best friend much.
âHello to you too,â he giggles.
When you pull away, Mingi steps inside, sliding his shoes off and putting his keys down on the table.
âOh my god, Iâm so excited! When was the last time we had a sleepover? It feels like ages.â
Mingi runs his hands through his short blonde hair, thinking to himself to recall the last sleepover, letting out a sigh.Â
âDamn, I donât even remember.â
His hand dropped to his side, and you watched as his black and white beaded bracelet swung around his wrist. You look down at your matching one on your wrist and smile softly.Â
âAw, you still wear this?â
You reach over, toying with the beads on Mingiâs wrist. This was a bracelet you made for Mingi years ago, and you decided to make a matching one for yourself. It was basically a friendship bracelet, but Mingi never liked calling it that; he thought it was too cringeworthy. (You know he secretly likes it, though.)
âOf course I do; I never take it off.âÂ
You both make your way to the bedroom. Mingi drops his bag down on the bed, and you plop down on the mattress. He unzips his bag, digging through to pick out his sleeping clothes.
âBefore I get settled, I want to shower; I just got out of the gym not too long ago.â
âIs that why youâre dressed like Adam Sandler?â
Mingi snaps his head up, glaring at you with narrow eyes, fighting back a smile.
âWhat is that supposed to mean?âÂ
You giggle at his reactions, looking him up and down with a feigned disgust.
âOh honey, youâre wearing shorts, a baggy tee, and flip-flops. If thatâs not an Adam Sandler fit, I donât know what is.â
Mingi rolls his eyes at your comment, secretly thinking it was funny, but he wouldnât let you know that. Your ego is already too big. He grabs his clothes and washbag, heading toward the conjoined bathroom in your bedroom.Â
âIâm going to ignore you and shower.â
Mingi stops in his tracks, pulling his phone out of his pocket to hand it to you.Â
âOh, before I go, can you charge my phone?â
You grab it, still laughing softly to yourself, and plug it in the charger.Â
âI got you; now go shower you smelly boy.âÂ
Mingi chuckles and walks off into the bathroom.Â
A few minutes later, you hear the shower running, and youâre laying back in bed, staring up at the ceiling. Mingi was only gone for a minute, and you were already bored. You let out a sigh, looking around the room to find something to entertain you. You peek over at the bedside table, glancing at Mingiâs phone.
You grab the phone, laughing to yourself. You used to do this thing whenever Mingi left his phone around: take a bunch of funny photos of yourself and set them as his lock screen. You liked to see his reactions when he finds the photos, and sometimes he would keep it on his phone screen for a long time. You havenât done it in a while, so why not do it again? It was a harmless prank that always made you two laugh.Â
You turn on his phone, the screen shining brightly on your face, almost blinding you. His lock screen was a picture of an anime character from Chainsaw Man. âWhat a dweebâ you thought to yourself. You put in his passcode, letting out a little victory chuckle when it let you in. Although your laugh immediately died down when your eyes met with a random Twitter account. Thatâs weird; you follow Mingi on all social media platforms, but youâve never seen this one.Â
You furrow your brows in confusion, Sir Min, the username read. What was this account? And why was Mingi looking at it? Clearly he was just on it; the app loaded up right as you turned on the phone. You read the bio, and your heart pounded.
â18+ NSFW These videos and pics all belong to me. If you like what you see, sub to my OF;)â
What?Â
You spring up, hunching over with the phone inches away from your face. You heard the pounding of your heart in your ears; you were frozen, blankly staring at the words on the screen. There was a voice in your head telling you to stop; this felt like something you shouldnât be seeing. You should really turn Mingiâs phone off and put it away, out of sight, out of mind.Â
Yeah, you definitely should put the phone down... but your curiosity got the best of you. Your trembling thumb slowly scrolled down the page. Your heart dropped when you saw the first video.Â
A man sat back in a chair; you were unable to see his face; only his neck down was in view. His sweats were pulled down to his midthigh, and his shirt was hitched up, exposing his soft stomach. Your mouth grew dry when you noticed the way he was teasingly stroking his dick, occasionally slapping it against his abdomen. You watched in awe as a string of spit ran down into view and landed on his pink tip.Â
What. The. Fuck.Â
You watched the way his black and white beaded bracelet bounced on his wrist as he stroked his (fairly big) cock. Your breath hitched, and you were ashamed when you felt a pant of arousal rush through your body. Your stomach churned when you realized the man on the screen wasnât just any man; it was Mingi.Â
You were so engrossed in the video in front of you that you failed to notice the trickling of the shower ceased. The sound of jiggling from the bathroom doorknob brought you back to your senses, and you immediately turned off the phone and threw it on the bed.Â
Mingi walked out of the bathroom, ruffling his hair with the towel to dry it off. You laid back, grabbing your own phone to look as casual as possible.Â
âI feel so much better now.â
Mingi sighed, throwing the towel on a chair in the corner of the room. He looked at you with a small smile, placing his hands on his hips. Youâre heart was still racing, and you had to stop your eyeâs from wandering down at Mingiâs topless body. His sweats hung low on his hips, and Calvin Klein underwear peaked at the top.
âAbout time, I almost died of boredom.â
You sit up, internally patting yourself on the back for sounding so nonchalant. Mingi chuckled and crawled in bed beside you.Â
âSo what do you want to do?âÂ
You stared at Mingi as he grew closer to you, subconsciously scooting away a bit. It was a little change in demeanor, but Mingi noticed it right away. He decided not to think too much about it, and he leaned in closer.
âYouâre not going to put on a shirt?âÂ
Your tone was a bit more nervous than you anticipated. Mingi looked down at his topless body and shrugged.
âIt never bothered you before.â
He reached over, grabbing the remote to scroll through the TV. Heâs right, it never has before, so why does it bother you now? You sit back against the headboard, staring at the TV screen. Youâre mind kept thinking back at the video; you definitely shouldnât have seen it... but why are you a bit disappointed you couldnât see more?
You never thought Mingi would be the type to sell nudes for money. You knew there was a lot of catching up to do, but you certainly werenât expecting that.Â
âOh my god, I love this movie. Have you seen it?âÂ
Mingi turns to you, his eyes bright with excitement. You couldnât seem to stare at him; your gaze stayed on the TV.
âOh, no, I havenât. We can watch it.â
âYes! Okay, I think youâll like this one a lot; itâs hilarious.â
Mingi smiles wide and plays the movie. He lays back in the bed, turning toward your direction to lay his head on the pillow beside you. His hair tickled your arm, and your body grew hot when you felt his leg entangle in yours. You sit up abruptly, and Mingi looks up at you confused.
âI have to use the restroom. Iâll be back.â
âOk⌠Donât take too long, though. I know you just sit on the toilet watching Tik Toks.âÂ
You roll your eyes and chuck a pillow at him. Mingi giggles while blocking your attack. You walked into the bathroom, trying to act as casual as possible. When the door closes behind you, you press yourself back against the wall, trying to comprehend everything.
Why hasnât Mingi told you about this?Â
How long has he been doing it for?Â
Why did it turn you on?Â
All these questions raced in your head. You hate how youâre acting right now. I mean, Mingi is a grown man; he can do this type of work if he wanted to. You never cared when you found out other people were interested in sex work. So why are you reacting this way when it comes to Mingi?
After you pulled yourself together, you stepped out of the bathroom. Mingi laid in your bed, head resting on his hand as he watched the movie. You sat down beside Mingi, keeping a little distance from him.
âWelcome back.â
He smiled, noticing the way you sat a bit farther, furrowing his brows in confusion.
âI donât have some kind of disease; come over here.â
Mingi reached over, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer. You gasp loudly, feeling your core ache again at the way he can easily manhandle you. You mentally curse yourself for reacting that way.Â
Itâs not unusual to be clingy with Mingi; you both do it all the time, but for some reason every time he touched you, you couldnât stop thinking about how it would feel to have his hands touch other places.
You let out an awkward chuckle when Mingi snuggled his head in your lap; youâre body tensed when feeling how close he was. You couldnât believe yourself; youâre really thinking dirty thoughts about your best friend, who is innocently snuggled into you.
The whole time you guys were lounging and watching the movie, you couldnât seem to relax. Your hands stayed glued to your sides, and you keep getting lost in thought, not paying attention to the film at all.
Your unnatural behavior didnât go unnoticed by Mingi. He tried to let it slide the first time, but when he saw that your body wasnât relaxed and you werenât playing with his hair like you usually do, he let out a sigh. He sat up, pausing the movie and turning to you with a suspicious look.
âOkay, whatâs your problem?âÂ
Your head jerked in Mingiâs direction, not expecting him to ask that. You try to find words, mouth opening and closing like a fish.Â
âWhat do you mean?âÂ
Mingi stares at you with a knowing glance and a small frown.Â
âYouâre acting weird. Itâs like youâre scared of me or something. You wonât relax; youâre hardly talking to me, and you wonât even touch me.â
Your heart aches at his words; you were so shaken by what you saw on Mingiâs phone that you subconsciously started to treat him weirdly. You thought for a moment, debating whether to come clean or pretend like nothing happened.
Mingi stared at you intently, waiting for an answer. You can see the slight worry in his eyes. You already knew he was starting to feel a bit insecure by the look on his face. You let out a small sigh.
"No, Mingi, you didnât do anything wrong to get me upset.â
âHow did you know thatâs what I was thinking?â
âYouâre making that sad puppy face.âÂ
Mingi smiled softly at your words, looking away as you both chuckled. He felt a small pang of relief but was still worried, wanting to know whatâs wrong.
âThen whatâs wrong?â
He scooted closer, wanting to wrap his arm around your shoulder, but based on your behavior earlier, he kept his hands to himself.Â
You decided to give in; fuck it, just tell him the truth. You take in a breath before speaking in a shaky tone.
âWell, when you were in the shower. I wanted to mess with you, so I took your phone, and when I turned it on..."
Your voice drifted off. Mingi waited patiently to hear you out. Soon he came to realize what you saw; his heart dropped and his eyes widen.
âOh-â
You turn away feeling embarrassed; you didnât want to look Mingi in the eyes. You felt so bad; how could you invade his privacy like that?
âIâm sorry; I swear I didnât mean to see that. I just wanted to take funny photos of myself on your phone. The app was already open when I turned it on.â
Mingi lets out a small chuckle at your nervous rambling. The noise caused you to relax a bit, knowing he wasnât angry.
âIâm sorry..âÂ
You say quietly, looking like a sad puppy with its ears flopped down. Mingi coos internally at your expression, ruffling your hair.
âItâs okayâ
You let out a breath you didnât know you were holding in, leaning back against the headboard and hiding your face in your hands.Â
âDid you see anything?â
You can hear the slight shyness hiding under his attempt to sound confident. You paused for a moment, thinking back at the video you watched, and nodded slowly.
Mingi nervously chuckles at your response, trying to sound cocky and playful to lift the mood.
âDid you like what you saw?âÂ
You sat there in silence, your face heating up behind your hands at his question. Your silence was all Mingi needed to know the answer; he raised his brows and his heart quickened. He mostly said that as a joke, but seeing your reaction ignited a fire in him.Â
âOhâŚ..oh. What video did you watch?â
He smirked, scooting a bit closer. You nudged Mingi away, rolling your eyes at his teasing behavior.Â
âFuck off, Mingi. I already have the sight of your dick in my head. I donât need to hear your sexy voice.â
Mingi smiles wide, liking the reaction youâre having. To be frank, Mingi was embarrassed at first when you revealed that you saw his secret porn account. Although after seeing your reaction, he has a newfound confidence coursing through him.Â
"No, no, just tell me. Which video was it?â
You glared at him wanting to smack the smirk off his smug face (or kiss it off, but letâs not get needy). You roll your eyes, knowing Mingi wasnât going to let this go.
âIt was...the one of you.â
You moved your fist up and down, not being able to say it out loud. You couldnât meet his gaze; you didnât have to see his face to know he was smirking wide.
âOh that? Thatâs a popular one of mine.â
âUgh, Mingi I donât need to know what gets your fucking fans all horned up.â
You groan, pushing Mingi away. He laughs softly, noticing the small blush creeping up in your cheeks.
"Aw, come on, I know you liked it.â
Itâs not unusual for Mingi to talk to you in a teasing, flirty tone. It never used to phase you, but something about this situation in particular makes you ache between your legs.Â
You roll your eyes, plopping down on the bed, and cover yourself with the blanket. Mingi chuckled as he watched you hide away. You spoke back in a muffled voice.
âIâm going to bed, freak.â
He patted you on the back, still laughing softly, and turned off the light.
âGood night; try not to have any wet dreams of me.â
You kicked him under the covers; he let out a small groan and forced yourself to sleep. Embarrassing to say... you do in fact have a wet dream of Mingi that night. Not your proudest moments, but youâre only human.Â
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Weeks have past since that night. It almost felt like you two grew even closer after finding out Mingiâs big secret. After that night of the sleepover, you both had a deep talk about why Mingi entered this line of work in the first place.Â
He explained to you how he was struggling with money and his own body image. At first he didnât want to resort to that kind of work, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Once he uploaded his first video, he grew an audience pretty quickly; thatâs when he learned that he liked making content more than he thought he would.Â
It taught him how to appreciate his body and his own pleasure, and after meeting new people in the same kind of work, he realized that he wasnât alone in his struggles. Also, the amount of money that comes in was very nice; who could complain?Â
After he opened up to you, you had a different view on the situation at hand. Knowing the reason for everything, you grew to admire Mingi more, and it never bothered you when he would speak about his "films." He would even ask you for advice or requests on what he should post next.Â
What you werenât proud of, though, was the late nights you spent staring up at your ceiling. Phone in hand, the Twitter search tab open as you fight the urge to search his account again. The amount of times you made yourself cum while watching Mingi fuck a flesh light was embarrassing to say out loud.Â
You were on your way to Mingiâs house, a grocery bag of snacks in your hand. You parked in front of his house, pulling out your phone to text him.Â
You: âAye loser, Iâm here.â
You gather your belongings, stepping out of the car and walking to his front door. You didnât get a reply, which was weird. You glanced down at your phone, waiting to see the three dots to indicate he was typing. When they donât appear, you shoot another text.
You: "I said Iâm here đ"
No reply; thatâs weird.Â
You jiggle the front door knob only to find it was unlocked all along. Usually when he leaves it that way, he expects you to just walk in, and that you do.Â
When you stepped into the living room, it was vacant; there werenât any games set up for you two on the table. You furrow your brows in confusion and set your bags down, slipping off your shoes.
âMingi?â
You hear a thump noise coming from his bedroom, and your heart drops. What was that? It sounded like something falling. Without a second thought, you rushed to his bedroom, afraid that maybe he fell to the ground or something like that.
You hear a small groan of annoyance coming from his room; you barged in no hesitation and immediately froze when you saw him.Â
Mingi stood at the edge of his bed, pants down and very hard; his tripod lay broken on the floor. When Mingi looked up at you, he frozen for a second, rummaging behind him to pick up a pillow and cover himself up. You quickly shut the door in your own face, walking away from his room.Â
Once you reach the front door, ready to drop everything and leave because WHAT THE FUCK MINGI WAS FILMING A PORNO, you hear his bedroom door open and he runs toward you.
âWait y/n, donât...â
You stop in your tracks, turning around slowly when you feel Mingiâs hand grasp your shoulder. He was wearing black sweats and nothing else. His cheeks were flushed red, and he was out of breath.
âIâm sorry, Mingi; I texted you but you didnât answer. The door was unlocked, so I came in, then I heard this sound and thought maybe you were hurt.âÂ
âY/n, youâre rambling again.â
You shut your mouth, looking away from Mingi. He chuckled softly, moving his hand from your shoulder to his waist.
"Sorry, I didnât see your message. I thought you would have taken longer to get here, and I needed to film a video.â
You scratch the back of your neck; it took every ounce in you not to look down at his large bulge in his sweats. You clear your throat, feeling awkward and bad for just barging in the way you did.Â
âDo you, um, want me to go? so you can..you know.âÂ
You gestured toward his bulge, trying to maintain eye contact but failing. He looked down, a blush creeping on his cheeks, before covering himself with his hand.Â
"Um, I would, but that thump you heard was my tripod falling and breaking into bits, so...â
âOh, I mean, do you really need that? Just prop it down on the table or something.â
âI can't; it doesnât get the right angle.â
You roll your eyes at his remarks, scoffing.
âYouâre being picky; just put your phone down and jerk it, not that hard.â
Mingi laughs at your words, the tension in the room lifting. Your body finally starts to relax, and you can tell Mingi was feeling the same way.Â
âItâs not that easy; when I put my phone on the table, the lighting looks all weird. I want to make good videos for my viewers; that way I get more money.â
He rubs his thumb and index finger together. You smile at him, finding his care for quality videos strangely endearing.Â
âLet me see.â
He takes you to his room; when you enter, you see the broken tripod. It was snapped in half on the floor; there was no fixing it.Â
âI mean, do you have tape?â
âNo.â
You stroke your chin, thinking on how to help this situation.
âJust get a new one; do you really need to film a video now?â
âYeah, this isnât just any video; itâs a commission. I need to film it, or else the buyer would be upset.â
You both ponder for a moment; you wanted to help but didnât know how. Suddenly Mingi looks over at you, a look in his eyes that you couldnât pin point.
âWhat ifâŚyou film me?â
Your eyes widen, and your head snaps toward his direction.Â
âWhat!?â
Mingi walks closer to you, grabbing your hands with a pleading look.
"Oh, come on, y/n, I need to film this video. Youâre my best friend, and I need your help; besides, youâve already seen my dick!âÂ
You stood there, mouth open, unable to form words. You felt your heart pounding in your chest, and your ears heated up. You scoff at Mingi, looking away, not wanting him to see the small blush on your cheeks.
He keeps trying to meet your gaze, eyes desperate and pleading.
âPlease? Iâm not going to make you do this if youâre uncomfortable, but please consider. Help your bestie make a bag.âÂ
You laugh softly at his words, looking into his eyes; it was hard to deny that look. After a moment of silence, you thought, Fuck it. Mingi needed your help; you knew you were the only one who could help in this way (totally wasnât because you secretly wanted to see Mingi touch himself).Â
âFine, okay,â you sighed.
Mingi smiles wide, pulling you in for a hug.
âThank you! Okay, all you have to do is stand here and record me. Pretty simple.â
Mingi walked your body to the edge of the bed, wanting you to stay there. He gives you his phone after opening the camera app and looks at you excitedly. You couldnât help but think how cute Mingi looked right now. (Despite the fact that he was going to whip it out in a few seconds.)
âWait, before I do this, you better promise that we will pretend like nothing happened and move on. Donât think Iâll be your camerawoman from now on, just this once.âÂ
âOkay, I promise.â Mingi chuckles.
You let out a sigh, holding up the camera to point it at the bed.Â
âHurry before I change my mind," you huff.Â
Mingi scurries on the bed, sitting at the edge. He grips the waistband of his sweats, hesitating for a moment.
âMake sure not to get my face. Wait, sit down. I donât want you to be uncomfortable.â
You roll your eyes, grabbing the chair beside you to take a seat. You were now at eye level with Mingi, sitting a foot away from him. After you take a deep breath, you press record.
âOk go.â
Mingi moves when he hears the ding of the camera, indicating that you started recording. He reached behind him to grab something; your heart dropped when you saw what it was.Â
His flesh light.Â
He begins to speak, talking to the person who you presume bought this specific video as a commission. He stands up, rubbing his bulge through his sweats. You gulp, trying not to let your trembling hands mess up the video.Â
You look up, locking eyes with him. Mingi twitched in his pants, biting his lip and letting out a small groan. You quickly tore your gaze away, staring at the screen in front of you.Â
You swore you saw a hint of a blush creeping on Mingiâs cheeks when you both locked eyes. You watched as his hands ran up his hips, gripping the waistband of his sweats to pull them down slowly. You breathe hitched when his big dick sprung up and slapped his lower abdomen.
You swear youâve never seen him that hard; from all the videos you (secretly) watched of him, you never saw him like this. His tip was red, leaking cum; a long vein ran down the side of his length. You subconsciously squeeze your thighs together, feeling yourself throb between your legs.
That didnât go unnoticed by Mingi; damn him, why was he so observant? He chuckled softly, taking his cock in his hands and stroking it at a slow, teasing pace.
âYou want it?â
For a second, you thought he was talking to you, but you figured he was probably just speaking sexy for the video. He tends to do that a lot (I mean, how would you know that?haha...).Â
Mingi sat back down on the bed, slowly stroking his dick and moaning quietly. He reached behind him to grab some lube, lathering it on his length.Â
Your mouth watered at the sight. God, he looked so good. You wish you could just drop the phone and take his large dick in your mouth. Then he wouldnât need the lube.
Your try to shake away the thought, keeping a neutral face as you held the phone in front of you. You watch as Mingi bites his lip, taking the flesh light and aligning his length with it. He slowly pushed the toy down, letting out a low moan.Â
You had to bite your lip to hold back the noises that threatened to escape. Holy fuck, youâre watching Mingi fuck himself right in front of you. Not to mention, itâs turning you on deeply.Â
Mingi leans his head back, letting out gasps when he moves the toy up and down. Your stomach churned, you watched the screen intently as his hand moved faster, and you noticed the way his hips buck up slightly.
âFuck, thatâs so good.â
You felt his intense gaze, and when you looked over at him, your eyes locked again. You press your lips together, trying so hard to stay quiet. His brows furrowed as he stared at you, fucking up into the flesh light desperately.
You sat there frozen, as if you were hypnotized by Mingiâs pretty noises and desperate eyes. His gasps grew more harsh, and he quickly pulled the toy off him. He panted while his hard dick twitched uncontrollably.
"Fuck, I almost came already,â he groaned breathlessly.Â
You take in a deep breath; the aching of your pussy became more unbearable the more you watched. You tried everything to ease the feelingâcrossing your legs, shifting in your seat. You couldnât help it when your hand reached down to press your fingers against your clit through your leggings.Â
Mingi watched your movements, moaning softly and taking his length back in the toy. His eyes glued to your hips as he fucked himself. The squelching from the toy shot straight to your core; you can feel your slick sticking to your underwear.Â
âFuck babyâŚâ
He groans, throwing his head back and moaning. You watched his Adamâs apple bob up and down and his chest heaving. The bed was squeaking from the way Mingiâs hips bounced up and down in the toy. He could feel your eyes on him, and it turned him on more than he thought it would.
âIâm gonnaâŚ.â
He moaned breathlessly, looking back at you with the prettiest fucked-out face youâve ever seen.
âIâm gonna come for you.âÂ
Your heart clenched (and so did your pussy). At this moment, you knew he wasnât speaking for the video; he was speaking to you. Your hand reached up to cover your mouth as you watched Ming unravel.
His eyes rolled in the back of his head when he ripped the toy off him, taking his cock in his other hands to jerk it off quickly. He whimpered, cursing out loud when his cum shot up, landing on his fist and stomach. You moaned quietly when you watched some of his release land on the beads of the matching bracelet you both wore.Â
He sat there for a moment, panting heavily, trying to catch his breath. He chuckled softly, setting the flesh light down and waving at the camera.
âThank you for buying.âÂ
You ended the recording, slowing, moving your hands down to stare at Mingiâs tired body. He plopped down on the bed, panting while looking up at the ceiling. You clear your throat, standing up on your trembling legs, setting his phone down on the table.Â
âWellâŚ.that wasâŚinteresting.â
You stand there awkwardly, hands resting in front of you, trying not to look at Mingi, who was sprawled out naked on the bed. He props himself on his elbows after cleaning himself up, laughing while he looked at you.
"Yes, very interesting; that was good.â
You smiled softly, your throbbing pussy didnât subside, and looking at a fucked-out smiling Mingi didnât help. You noticed the way Mingiâs eyes ran up and down your body.Â
âDo you think it was good?â He asked.
You bit your lip, walking closer.
"Yeah, it was good; you looked really hot.â
Mingi smirked at you, biting his lip. He sits up, reaching forward to grab your hips. You gasped when you felt him pull you closer.Â
âI can tell you enjoyed it; I noticed the way you wanted to touch yourself. And the look on your face... you looked so cute.â
You blushed at his words; you already felt embarrassment creep up from the way you acted. You groaned, looking away and holding onto Mingiâs shoulders.
âUgh, stop teasing me. Itâs not my fault; you looked soâŚ.sexy.â
Mingi smirked up at you; the look in his eyes caused your body to shudder in desire. He gripped your hips harder, hands running down to grip your thighs.
âOh yeah? I was sexy?â
"Mingi, donât do that.â
Mingi cocked his head to the side, looking up at you with wide eyes.
âDonât do what?â
âDonât talk to me like you want to fuck me. I wonât be able to control myself.âÂ
âThen donât; let me make you feel good.â
You reach up, cupping his face while you look down at him. You knew deep down you shouldnât do this with Mingi, but damn it, you both already crossed so many lines. Besides, you were desperately horny, and fuck Mingi looked so hot right now.Â
You pushed Mingi down on the bed, crawling on top of him while you smashed your lips together. You felt him smirk in the kiss, and his hands reached to grip your waist. The kiss was hungry and needy, tongues darting out to entangle in each other's mouth.Â
You couldnât think about how you were acting in this moment because you didnât care. You sat up, ripping your shirt off your body, Mingiâs hands instinctively running up to grasp your breasts through your bra. He smiled up at you, and you reached down to stroke his face.
âYou looked so unbelievably sexy, Mingi. I canât take it anymore. I need you to fuck me.â
Mingi chuckles, pulling you down to kiss you again; his hand makes its way in your leggings. His finger grazing your wet panties, he groans in the kiss, pulling away to look down at your hips. You feel his fingers push the fabric of your soiled panties to the side, dipping his finger in your folds. He gasps softly, looking up at you with furrowed brows, his jaw going slack.Â
âFuck baby, youâre already so wet. Did I do this to you?âÂ
You nod your head eagerly, rocking your hips to grind against Mingiâs fingers. He moans quietly at your reaction, feeling a sense of pride for having that kind of effect on you.Â
He circles your clit, pressing down while watching your every expression.
Thereâs that look againâthe same look Mingi gave you while you recorded him. You subconsciously rock your hips faster, getting lost in Mingiâs brown eyes. You whine, wanting to feel more; the slow circling of Mingiâs fingers on your clit wasnât enough.Â
âBaby, please take my pants off. I need to feel more of you.â
Mingi has never seen this side of you, desperate and pleading. He can already feel himself getting hard again, dick twitching when you begged for him.
âOh god, donât you worry, baby, Iâll make you feel good.â
He pulled off your leggings and panties; you kicked them off, pushing them to the side. Mingi took in your naked body, staring hungrily at you. His grip on your hips was tight, and the warmth of your pussy hovering over his hard length caused him to shudder in delight.
âBaby, before I fuck you, I need to taste you; fuck please,â he begged.
You whimper at his words, nodding eagerly and moving your body up till you straddled his face. Mingi held on tightly to your thighs, pulling you down. He did not hesitate to stick his tongue out, eagerly licking up your wetness.Â
You gasp at the feeling, not fully preparing yourself for the sensation. You entangle your fingers in his short blonde hair, throwing your head back and moaning his name. He groaned the second he had the taste of your pussy on his tongue. Licking slow strips up and down your cunt, he dug his nails in your skin, needing to feel you as close as possible.Â
You moaned when you felt his tongue dip in your hole, slurping up all your juices. His long nose bumped against your clit; you couldnât help but ride his face grinding against him.Â
This is something youâve always fantasized about, sitting on Mingiâs nose while he sucked at your wet pussy. You felt like you were in a state of euphoria, moaning and whining loudly; occasionally Mingi would grunt against your pussy as well. God, you loved the soundâthe sounds of his moans and the lewd slurping filling up the room.Â
You looked down at him, whimpering when you saw he was already looking up at you. You felt him smile against your core; he shook his head side to side to cause more friction on your clit with the tip of his nose. He licked up, taking your bundle of nerves in his mouth and sucking, massaging the bud with his tongue.Â
Your legs trembled around his head, and you pulled his hair, causing him to moan louder. His hands roamed up your body. Holding your waist to grind your hips again this face. He wanted to feel you, wanted you to smear your pussy all over him, make a mess.Â
âMingiâŚyou areâŚso good,â you gasped.Â
Mingiâs desperation turned you on greatly. He was so eager to please you; it was evident that he was just as needy for you as you were for him. Years and years of tension all let out in this moment right here.Â
Embarrassing to admit, you were already feeling your orgasm creep up. You were so lost in the pleasure you didnât even notice when Mingiâs hand snaked down your hips; the feeling of his finger prodding at your hole made your body tremble.
You fell forward, catching yourself with your hands resting on the mattress above Mingiâs head. His index finger pushed inside you slowly; you tried so hard not to let your arms give out beneath you. Mingi pulled off for a second to chuckle, sliding his finger in and out of you with ease. You whined pathetically and clenched hard around Mingiâs finger. Mingi, push your body up so you could sit up right.
âYou wanna lay down, baby?â
His finger continued to move inside you at an agonizing pace, running his hand up and down your stomach soothingly. You couldnât even form words; all you could do was pout and nod. He smiles at you, cooing at your expression before speaking.
"Aw, look at you; youâre so pretty. Come on, lay down on the bed for me.â
You whined when you felt his finger leave your cunt, making you feel empty. He helped you shift on the bed, laying you back against the soft mattress and crawling over to you. You looked down at Mingi, subconsciously spreading your legs wide as if you were inviting him in.Â
He chuckled at the sight, his head immediately dipping down back to pussy. He softly licked your clit, Â looking up at you and pushing his fingers back into your hole.
âThatâs it, pretty girl; you take my fingers so well.â
You whimper, shyly looking away, feeling more vulnerable under Mingi.
"No, baby, donât look away. Look at me.â
You felt a wave of need wash over you at his command, snapping your head back down to lock eyes with Mingi.
âKeep looking at me, okay? I want to see your face when I fingerfuck you.â
He entered another finger in you, pushing them in and out of you. The lewd sounds of your wet pussy  squelching were music to Mingiâs ears. He moaned softly, dipping his head down to suck on your clit while he fingered your hole.Â
Although Mingiâs mouth and hands felt absolutely amazing, you couldnât help but feel more needy. You needed more; you needed to feel Mingi inside you. You could scream if you didnât get to feel Mingiâs dick in you right now.
âMingi baby, please, I need more. I need... to feel you inside.â
He smirked, replying back in a teasing tone.
âAw, but Iâm already inside.â
âNooo, you know what I mean.â
You squirm under his touch, whining desperately to stop his teasing.
âCome on, use your words.â
You felt a blush creep up on your face, closing your eyes for a moment and taking in a breath.Â
âPleaseâŚ.fuck me. I need to feel your cock inside.â
Mingiâs body ignited at the sight of you begging for him; you looked so desperate; how could he say no to a face like that?Â
âGood girl.â
He pulled his fingers out, crawling up your body and smashing his lips on yours. You instinctively reached up, entangling your fingers in his hair. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him in impossibly closer.
âYouâre so fucking cute when you beg for me,â he grunted.
You could only reply with a whimper, cupping his face to keep his lips on yours. Youâve never felt this desperate before, but there was something about Mingi; you just needed him so badly. You felt his length prod at your entrance. Mingi kissed your cheek softly, then pushed in.
The moan you let out was embarrassingly loud, but you didnât have enough care in the world to dwell on that. Mingiâs jaw went slack; the feeling of your warm pussy enveloping him was almost enough to make him cum.Â
You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer to hide your face in the crook of his neck. You felt Mingi press soft kisses on your skin, letting you adjust to the feeling of his big dick. Once he felt your body relax, he thrust his hips, his dick rubbing against your slick walls.
Your moans muffled in his neck, and your legs trembled against Mingiâs waist. Mingi let out quiet moans in your ear, sucking and biting marks on your neck.
âIs this what you wanted, baby? You wanted to feel my dick pound in you.â
"Yes, baby,â you whine.Â
You moan at his words; the feeling of his hard cock thrusting in and out of you made your head reel. You both held each other closely, and you could feel his warm breath on your skin; it all felt so intimate.Â
âYouâre pussy is so good; youâre so warm.â
âMingi, I love your dick; please donât stop fucking me.â
You felt his dick twitch inside you at your praise. He pulled away, adjusting himself so he could kneel in front of you. His hands gripped your hips tightly, and he plowed in you even harder and faster.Â
Your eyes rolled in the back of your head, your jaw going slack as silent moans escaped your lips. He moaned at your expression, biting his lip and grunting loud.Â
âLook at you, baby; you look like youâre enjoying yourself,â he chuckled breathlessly.Â
You reached forward, gripping Mingiâs flexing thigh; you needed to grasp onto something to ground yourself. Your moans grew high-pitched as you clenched around his length. You felt your release approaching quickly; words struggled to form from the way Mingi was fucking you so good.
Mingi threw his head back, moaning; the clenching of your pussy made his stomach churn.Â
âSo tight,â he whimpered.Â
âIâm goingâŚto cum,â you managed to let out.Â
Mingi let a wad of spit drip down onto your clit, taking his thumb and gently rubbing the nub in circles while he fucked you. You watched in awe, feeling a pang of desire at the sight. You arched your back, and the way your tits bounced in your bra was too enticing.Â
Mingi reached up to push the padding of your bra to the side, letting your breast spill out. Your nipple was now exposed to him, and he leaned down to take it in his mouth. You gasp, holding his head in place as you grind down on his dick.Â
âCum for me, baby, please; cum on my dick, Iâm so close.â
That was all you needed to reach your peak. Your moans got stuck in your throat, head throwing back against the pillow as your orgasm coursed through you. Mingi panted heavily, letting out beautiful sounds as he tried so hard not to cum in you.
Mingiâs hips stuttered, pulling out quickly to stroke his dick. It didnât take long for him to cum for the second time that night. It landed all over your stomach. You lay there, breath heaving, feeling Mingiâs warm seed land on your skin. He caressed your thigh soothingly, moaning softly as he came down from his high.
He plopped down on the bed beside you, pulling you into his arms as he panted against your neck. You both laid there for a moment, trying to comprehend what the fuck just happened. The silence was broken when Mingi let out a small laugh, pulling his head up to look at your face.Â
âDidnât expect our hangout to lead to this... Iâm not complaining though.âÂ
He smiled, cupping your face to stroke your cheek. You covered your face in your arms, reality hitting you like a bus. You laughed, your face erupting in a red tint.Â
âHoly fuck Mingi, that wasâŚâ
Mingi slowly pulled your arms down, wanting to see your expression. He smiled wide when he saw the blush on your cheeks; he couldnât help but plant a kiss on your burning flesh.
âAmazing?â He asked, almost hopefully.Â
You turned your body to face him, cupping his face; your voice came out softer than intended when you spoke.Â
âYes, it was amazing.âÂ
Mingi pulled you in to kiss you softly on the lips. You didnât know what this meant for your friendship, but you didnât want to ruin the moment with that thought. All you wanted right now was to enjoy his affection, basting in each otherâs warmth.Â
âYouâre sending me that video, by the way.âÂ
He laughs at your request, nodding in agreement and pulling you in so you could lay on his body.Â
âDonât worry, youâll be getting a first preview of all the videos I post from now on.âÂ
~
a/n: Wow this fic took longer than it needed to. I hope you guys enjoy my first official story. I got many great requests for future stories, so keep an eye out for that ;). If you guys possibly want a small part 2 for this one let me know!
update: part 2 posted here ;)
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HEAD OVER HEELS | p.sh ë°ěąí
pairings + warnings: heels!obssessed!hwa x fem!reader, creampie, breeding kink (literally breeding everywhere >_<), just pure smut so mdni! 18+, unprotected sex, exhibitionism (?)
synopsis: âget hot on ya heelsâ
a/n: just got some inspiration looking at some of the reblogs from my previous works on hwa and one of them said that hwa may have a kink of loving to their s/o in heels, so credits to whoever who said that i love you
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you owned a lot of heels, but âa lotâ would definitely be an understatement. the heels came in tens, even dozens - from the classic YSLâs to the fancy Dolce & Gabbanaâs, but regardless the type, it all boiled down to a single reason: park seonghwa.
hwa would always buy you heels everytime he goes out for shopping with his bandmates. his poor and innocent friends thought that it was ânothing more than an act of loveâ but oh,, you knew for sure that it wasnât. it was simple, really, he loved how you looked in them when you two were having a lil baby making session <3. so when he hastily kicked off his shoes and fumbled his way over to the bedroom at one in the morning where you were just about to tuck yourself to bed,, you werenât surprise at all.
âjagiya, look heheâ he shook the huge shopping bag, smug look smeared all over his face. âletâs do it nowâ donât get mistaken,, hwa had his priorities set straight so he didnât care one bit when he carelessly tore the luxurious Louis Vuitton wrapping in half like a spoilt child. you barely uttered a reply but he was already holding both of your ankles, slipping on the wine red heels on your feet. it took a few moments for hwa to soak in the sight - you in his plain white tee with your lace panties coupled with the pair of high heelsâŚ.god,, and when it finally came to him, hwa could only mumble âf-fuckâŚsâprettyâŚ.gonna ruin you princessâ before instantly reaching for the buckles on his belt.
jeans and belt pooling around his knees with his veiny cock slapping against his abdomen, he set you up in a mating press, hooking both of your legs over his shoulder. gently kissing each side of your ankles, he aligned his girthy tip against your hole.
âhahâŚfuckâŚwanna breed you so badâŚyouâll be such a pretty mommy fâmeâ *schlop!* in an instant, his hips slammed tightly against yours and his girthy base came into contact with your folds. thatâs it. seven-inch all in at once. this was the feeling youâd never seemed to get used to no matter how many times the both of you did it, so it got you instantly gripping on hwaâs shoulder blades. ânnngghâŚ.hwaâŚfeels sâfullâŚsâgood...â tears were threatening to spill from your eyes, so he reached in for a sloppy kiss, a string of saliva connecting from both of your coated lips.
but,, of course you were wrong to think that it was the end because hwa was pussy-drunk. extremely drunk with the thought of you. all he desired was to pound that tight pussy loose and watch it seep with his cum. so he did exactly that. with sweaty bangs sticking to his forehead, he buried his head into your neck, deep groans casting vibrations against your skin. with every hard thrust, your nails dug deeper into his shoulders, whimpers turning a pitch higher. "h-hwa...gonna cum..."
"hold on for me princess, i wanna try something.." hwa instantly flipped you on your stomach - ass up, face down in a doggy-style position, and when he entered your sensitive hole again to continue his pounding ordeal, you swear you felt his cock reach in about an inch deeper. oh boy,, you were going to lose your mind very soon.
it took the both of you no more than half a minute to reach your highs and when it did, it felt straight out of a porn scene. with hwa's groans turned into nothing but an endless chant of curses and high-pitched whimpers, and your moans turned into broken sobs, he pressed his hip as deep as it could have gone against yours, releasing loads and loads of hot white cum, filling you up full. and when hwa finally pulled out, his cum was everywhere - seeping out of your hole, dripping down your thighs and heels, coating your wine-red heels in a layer of translucent fluid. he hate to admit it but the sight of you nearly got him hard again.
"fuck...princess, i love you so much, could do this everyday"
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could i request a mark smut đŁđŁ where reader and mark just had an intense argument but in the end, they cant be mad at each other for long so they just fck it out of each other đ¤đ¤đ¤đ¤
mad at you | l.mk
âthen i try to leave, but baby i just canât stay mad at youâ
đżnow playing: mad at you by why donât we
⯠summary: Mark learns that youâve made a âselfishâ decision thatâs bound to put a strain on your relationship. Next thing you know, you're knee-deep in an argument that somehow ends with you sprawled out beneath him; because, letâs be honest, heâs never really been any good at staying mad at you.
⯠pairings: idol!mark x fem!reader
⯠genre: angst, smut, established relationship, make up sex
⯠words: 4.3k
⯠tags: 18+ minors dni!, lots of arguing, swearing, reader is lowkey dramatic, makeup sex, unprotected sex (don't do this!), nipple play, dry humping, brief clit play, slight needy mark bc i can't help myself, creampie, reader uses she/her pronouns, reader and mark argue and resolve it by fucking.
an: i love writing angsty arguments (testament to my real relationships lol) so thank you so much for this request. it lowkey brought me out of writerâs block.
The honeymoon stage lasts approximately thirty months or two and a half years â which would make sense considering you and Mark were approaching your third year together and have argued more recently than you ever had.Â
But this time itâs different. Youâve never seen Mark like this, so angry that his face is bordering red and his jaw ticks so hard it might crack as the both of you drive in complete silence from your work dinner. He doesnât even bother sneaking his usual glances at you when he pulls up at stoplights, the hand he likes to place on your thigh is gripping the wheel instead, and the only noise in the car is his rugged and frustrated exhales.Â
You could feign ignorance about why he's upset, but you know the reason all too well. And while a part of you acknowledges his right to be angry, another, more prideful part, resists the idea of apologising, especially when you think his reaction seems so disproportionate to your mistake.
So you sit in the passenger seat, arms crossed and body frozen, contributing to the cold silence settling between the two of you. You prepare yourself for the earful of a lecture youâre about to get when he pulls up outside your shared apartment.Â
He parks the car, slams the door shut, and strides towards your building without a backward glance. You scoff at his pettiness; he's never been so angry that he wouldn't at least wait for you to get out of the car with him. He doesn't even slow down when you trail behind. And when he nearly lets the elevator doors close without you, any chance he has of receiving an apology from you flies out the window, you think.Â
He does, however, show some decency by leaving the front door open for you as you both step out of the elevator and head towards your apartment â how chivalrous.Â
The chivalry doesnât last long because the minute he hears you clasp the door shut, heâs glaring at you, arms crossed tightly over his chest, and you can't help but notice that he's rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt in frustration. If he weren't on the brink of yelling at you, you'd be tempted to make him do more than just roll up those sleeves â you'd want the fabric torn off and thrown on the floor in an instant.
âParis, Y/N?!â Mark seethes, voice deep and uneven. âYou signed a fucking contract to work in Paris?!?â
You pause, attempting to gather your thoughts, but the momentary silence doesn't offer much clarity. Eventually, you settle on, "It's just a six-month gig..." â a statement that seems to send him into a frenzy.Â
âJust six months?â He rubs his jaw repeatedly in disbelief, âThatâs six months that we wonât get to see each other, did you even think about that huh?â
You scoff, âYouâre one to talk, need I remind you that your job takes you away from me for months at a time.â
"That's not fair," he protests. "You knew exactly what you were getting into when you agreed to date me. I didnât agree to not seeing my girlfriend for months because sheâs gallivanting away in Paris without me."
Your eyes narrow and your nostrils flare, âSo what? If you would have known, you wouldnât have wanted to be my boyfriend?â
His eyes widen and he shakes his head. His hands fly to his hair and he tugs at the strands as he huffs out a breath.Â
âHow the fuck did you get that conclusion from what I said?â He asks, voice sounding baffled. âThe reason Iâm so mad is because I like being your boyfriend, but Iâm not going to see you for the next six months.â
âYouâre being a hypocrite right now.â
He rolls his eyes and scoffs, âRight, because Iâm always the one being unreasonable.â
âYes, you are,â you scorn, âThis job is my dream, donât you see how selfish you're being?â
âIâm selfish?â He gasps, âThatâs rich considering you didnât even consult me when making this decision, I had to find out from your smug little co-worker in front of everyone. You were thinking solely about yourself, Y/N.â
You're on the verge of screaming. How is he not seeing things from your perspective? He's usually so understanding, so open to hearing your side. But the razor-sharp look in his eyes tells you that there's no getting through to him. He's convinced you're wrong, and nothing will change his mind.
âItâs for my job, Mark,â you cross your arms and shrug.Â
âAnd how many times have I told you that you donât need to work? How many times do I need to tell you I can look after the both of us?â
âAnd how many times have I told you that I donât want that? I donât want to have to always rely on you!â You snap.Â
Your teeth grit as the words spit out of your mouth. They seem to hit Mark, deep, his eyes softening for a fleeting moment before sharpening again. He swallows thickly and blinks before running a hand through his hair.Â
âThen what are we doing, Y/N?â He asks deflated, âWhat are we if you donât want to rely on me?â
You're not sure what compels you to say it â whether it's the way you're all worked up, the entire context of the argument, or some inner recognition that you're the one who's fucked up this time despite you both having stuff to apologise for. Still, you escalate the situation from zero to one hundred without a second thought.Â
âOh, so you want to break up?â
He shakes his head and tongues the inside of his cheek, âWhen did I say that?!â
The fight only gets worse after that, the two of you blowing up after every sentence. You run around in circles, throwing accusations and insults at each other to the point the original premise of the argument is lost along the way of a thousand new arguments. Itâs like every little thing youâve both done to irk each other over the last month is brought up; and by the end of it, the two of you swear youâre done with each other.Â
Sure, you've had your fair share of arguments, but the biting finality of the word "done" as it leaves his lips sends a sharp pang through your stomach â it hurts like hell. You've reached your limit with this endless cycle of back-and-forth; you've had enough of him. Storming past him, you head towards your shared bedroom.
Mark sighs and reaches out for your arm, but you pull away. He doesn't like this, doesn't like the chilliness he feels from you. He doesn't want to end the argument like this; it's never gone this far without a resolution before.
âYou canât just storm away when we argue Y/N, itâs childish.â
âIf you donât like it then leave!â You slam the door shut after you and lock it.Â
Mark hates this more, not being able to talk this out because youâve put a wall between the two of you. Then your words register in his mind and heâs the most hurt heâs ever felt. You want him to leave. Fuck that, he thinks. Heâs not going to watch his relationship go down the drain over a petty argument.Â
He knocks on the door a few times, then jiggles the doorknob, calling out your name and pleading for you to let him in. But you remain unmoved, denying him even the satisfaction of hearing your voice telling him to go away. This only adds to his frustration. He's the one you've upset, and yet here he is, begging for you to open up so he can fix things.
After a few more tries he scoffs, your words echoing in his mind once more. Leave. It crosses his mind as he makes his way to the front door of the apartment. He swings it open, ready to clear his head and crash at Johnny's for the night. But just as he's about to step out, he catches sight of a picture of the two of you on the coffee table where he keeps his keys.Â
Itâs from your honeymoon phase when it was easier for the two of you to say youâd never let anything come between you â when love seemed to blind you both. Mark picks up the photo, memories flooding back to the day it was taken. It was the day you met his parents and shared your aspirations of becoming a fashion designer. You reassured them that you had your own dreams and weren't just with their son for his wealth â though his parents wouldn't have minded either way; they would have been content with any girl that made their son happy. And you made Mark happy â you make Mark so fucking happy.Â
Which is why he canât believe heâs even considering leaving you in this apartment on your own after a fight. He shuts the front door and makes his way to the couch. He's eager to resolve things with you now, but both of you are too caught up in emotions, spouting shit you'll likely regret in the morning. So he opts to grab a few sofa pillows and a blanket from the storage closet instead. He strips down from his dress shirt and pants, throwing them to the floor before lying back and resting his eyes with a heavy mind.
Regret doesn't hit you until 2:00 am the following morning, when you're met with the chill of an empty space beside you as you reach out to cuddle your boyfriend, only to find him absent. Sure you thought he was overreacting to the news, but you're also painfully aware that your own words were uncalled for. You shouldnât have asked him to leave â you didnât want him to.Â
As you heard the front door open and then close with a clink, a thick lump formed in your throat. The realisation that you had driven him away hit you hard, and you lost all motivation. You lay on your bed, makeup still intact, as you sniffled and sobbed quietly into your pillow. And even now, after tossing and turning from your mind running laps, youâd only managed to sleep for a few minutes.Â
You stretch your stiff legs and reluctantly leave your bed, unlocking your bedroom door with sleepy eyes. You're taken aback when you see Mark sleeping soundly on the sofa, his breath steady with his eyes closed. You thought he had left, but there he is, covered only by the blanket from the storage closet. It breaks your heart to see him like this; he's likely cold, and he'll probably have a stiff neck in the morning for practice. And you know it's all your fault.
The guilt eats away at you, and without hesitation, you rush to the bedroom to grab his pillows and an extra blanket. Realistically, you should wake him up and insist he sleeps in bed, but the fear of his lingering anger keeps you from doing so. Instead, you kneel in front of him, attempting to swap the sofa pillows for his own bed pillows.
However, your efforts prove futile because Mark is a light sleeper â a detail you foolishly overlooked in your worried state of mind. He blinks as he wakes up once, then twice, appearing confused to find you in front of him in the living room instead of beside him in bed.
âBaby?â He whispers, his eyes hazy as he tries to make sense of what you're doing. It doesnât take him long once he spots the sofa cushion in your hand to put the pieces together. Â
You bite your lip and sigh, âI know you're mad at me, but I didnât want you to wake up stiff in the morning.â
Mark's chest constricts. How could he possibly stay mad at you when you're so cute, fussing over him like this? He notices the smudge of black makeup beneath your eye, and his heart tightens once more â this time with sadness rather than affection.
His hand reaches out to touch your cheek, and youâre shocked at the touch. âYouâve been crying?â He asks and you bow your head.Â
"I thought you left..."
Mark wants to laugh at the irony. You asked him to leave, and yet here you are, upset at the idea of his departure. He swears if he weren't so in love with you, he'd rant about how much you mess with his head, pushing him to the edge only to pull him back again.
âWould never leave you, baby, you know that,â his voice is soft and comforting as the rough edge of his fingertips finds your jaw.Â
You can't control it; tears fall freely from your eyes. He's being incredibly considerate and gentle with you, even after you acted like a bitch. Honestly, you almost wish he'd just yell at you instead. But he doesnât, his eyes widen and he immediately sits up straight letting the blanket fall to the floor as he pulls you up to sit on his lap.Â
He shushes you, his hands finding your waist where he rubs soothing soft circles into the fabric of your tank top, âHey, why are you crying? Iâm hereâŚplease donât get upset, Y/N.â
His kindness only amplifies your guilt.Â
"I'm so sorry," you stifle in short sobs, your voice almost cracking. "I should've talked to you about the job offer before signing the contract... I-I didn't mean to act so selfishly. I just... I wasn't thinking."
Mark gives you a half-smile as he runs a hand through your hair. "It's okay, baby... You got caught up in your dream. I'm sorry for not realising that. I'm the one being selfish by always expecting you to put me first."
"Noâ"
He interrupts you to continue his apology. "You were right, you know. I always expect you to wait for me while I'm on tour. I never considered it from the other side, with me waiting for you... But I will. I'll wait because I know how much this job means to you."
Your face buries itself in the crook of his neck as you cry even harder, and he tuts gently while rubbing your back.
"Please donât cry, Y/N," he murmurs softly. "I hate seeing you upset."
"Canât help it," you muffle. "I hate that I upset youâŚ"
Mark pulls you away from his neck, needing to look into your eyes as he speaks. "It's normal for couples to argue, baby. We just need to promise to communicate better, okay?"
His fingers stroke your cheeks again, and you lean into his touch. The warmth of his hand feels so comforting as if he was made to soothe your skin, the only person capable of bringing you relief. You bite your lip and nod against his palm, because you're more than willing to work on your communication if it means never feeling like this again.
"Now, give me a smile. You know, the pretty one I like," he says with a laugh. "If I'm not going to see you for the next six months, I donât want one of our last moments together to be so... sad."
You smile at him and press your forehead against his with a whisper. "Me neither.â
Youâre so close to each other that youâre practically sharing the same breath, if you had said that two hours ago you wouldnât have believed yourself. But here you are, lips so close that your heavy breathing practically begs him to kiss you.
Mark feels it too, so when he does, it's like the softness of his lips is a bandage, mending the angry tension between the two of you. It patches up the last few hours that have transpired, and when he pulls away, it feels as if nothing even happened.
His hands grip your hips firmly, his fingers pressing down as he guides your body to grind against his clothed crotch. His lips find yours again, accompanied by a groan that escapes into your mouth. It's only when you feel him harden beneath you that you remember he was half-naked on the sofa â clearly after you locked him out of the bedroom.
Suddenly feeling suffocated by your own clothes, you pull away from him to strip off your tank top, tossing it over your head before discarding it somewhere in the living room. You yearn to meet his lips again â the only place you truly feel safe â but Mark wants to savour the way you look. Your clothed cunt eagerly grinding against his hard-on, hips chasing a high so eagerly that your bra strap has slid loosely down your arm.
You're a vision, Mark thinks, one that has him salivating and desperate to fuck you. He almost curses at himself for nearly ruining it all, for nearly walking out on the most beautiful person on the planet, the best sex he's ever had â and not only that but also the funniest, sweetest person he knows he'll ever meet.
He leans into your neck, his nose nuzzling into you as he whispers softly, "I'm sorry... so sorry, Y/N." His hand leaves your hips to cup your breast over your bra, massaging the mound with just enough pressure to elicit soft moans from your lips.
ââs okay,â you whimper.Â
Your head falls back as his hand snakes around to unclasp it. He wastes no time brushing his intrusive fingers down your chest, wearing a filthy smirk because he knows just how sensitive you are there. The tip of his finger circles around your nipple until heâs right in the centre, feeling it harden under his touch. He pinches it, and you jolt forward on his cock, making his boxers tighten, and he groans.
He loves how responsive you were to him, watching you writhe over him as he touched you in torturous pleasure. Just the way you arch your back into his touch has pre-cum leaking out of his cock.Â
He leans in this time, sucking on your nipple and opening wide to get as much of the tender tissue of your breast in his mouth as possible. He holds your waist in place to keep you grinding on him to entice enough friction for him to feel good too.Â
And when he looks down to see where the two of you meet, he moans when he sees the wet patch leaking through your shorts onto his boxers.Â
âFuck, so wet for me, baby. Just for me.â
You whimper, and his hand slips into the hem of your shorts. Youâre glad you never wear panties to bed because his fingers find your clit immediately, relieving you of some of the neediness youâve been feeling from grinding down on him. He rubs small circles as his mouth licks and sucks and nips at your bud.Â
âMarkâŚâÂ
âShhh baby,â he coos, âwanna make it up to you. Please let me make it up to you, let me make you feel good.âÂ
You whimper with a nod of your head, humping into his hand, legs opening wider to give him easier access to the place youâre most sensitive. You let out mild pants, hips bucking more aggressively from the stimulation on both your nipple and clit.
And when Mark notices you getting close, he pulls off your tit to look up at your face. Itâs his favourite part â watching your features contort when the bliss is at its highest. It makes his chest swell with pride knowing heâs the one making you cum, knowing his touch is enough to make you shake and moan. And if he wasnât such a selfish lover, heâd think the sight is something everyone should see at least once.
As you come down from your orgasm, your eyes flutter open to meet him. Mark doesnât know whether itâs from seeing your orgasm paired with the argument from earlier but heâs the hardest heâs ever been.Â
You notice it too, looking down and giggling. âNow itâs my turn to make it up to you.âÂ
He lets out a soft huff, and a muscle in his jaw twitches with his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat before he nods. You free his cock from his boxers and shimmy yourself out of your shorts. You let out identical gasps when your bare cunt brushes against the tip of his cock.Â
Slowly, you sink onto him, fully feeling him inside of you. Your head falls forward, your forehead resting against his shoulder as you take in the size of him, the way he fills you just right â the way he always does.Â
The stretch as you take him in never gets old, eliciting the same whimpers and whines. You can feel his hands resting on your hips, then slipping to the bend of your waist, silently urging you to move as he presses you downwards.
You lift your hips, slow and steady as you let the sensations wash over you, drawing a low groan from deep in his chest. His grip on your body tightens as you sink back down, blunt nails digging into your skin. The sounds he makes only drive you further into finding a teasing rhythm because his voice is just so pretty. The sounds are soon muffled to your disappointment when his mouth presses into your skin, so his tongue can slide along the top of your breast â making the disappointment fade away real quick.Â
You let out a breathy cry, hands rising from where theyâve been resting, flattening against his chest, to wrap around his shoulders. The slow pace youâd adopted was becoming not enough. And you could tell from the way Mark is rutting his hips up to meet you, he shares the same sentiment.Â
Your mouths collide as you pick up the pace, using his shoulders to leverage yourself as you bounce up and down on his cock. When he breaks from the kiss, an unrestrained groan slips past his lips, low and rough, followed by another, and you have to bite back a whimper of your own.
Mark canât help the noises, he just loves the way you swivel your hips in a way that makes him see stars. He loves watching you work yourself on him for pleasure â he loves when you ride him.
And right when you squeeze around him, he rewards you with a loud, obscene groan, a sound that makes you dizzy and limp. Everything about Mark is intoxicating and downright addicting, and you were in no hurry to kick that addiction. In fact, you craved more of it â needed more.Â
You grab his hands and guide them across your body. He squeezes them at your hips, smoothing across your thighs, your stomach. His hands were everywhere, eyes dark and desperate, wordlessly begging for you to give him what he needed, the same thing heâd been kind enough to already give you.Â
So you rock yourself forward, providing a new type of friction that makes you whine helplessly into his skin. Blunt nails mark into the plush of your thighs, a futile attempt at grounding himself. The upward thrust of his hips and the strained catch of his breath tells you that he's growing impatient. You know the pace was slow, but damn it, it felt so fucking good to feel him like this, every inch of him sliding into you, hitting all the spots that makes your brain stop working. It also felt like a sick little way to get revenge...
âFaster,â you hear him say. âPlease baby, need it faster.â
You could feel his hips bucking up to meet you. Then his thumb finds your clit, working in circles and making you squeeze around him with a shrill, gasping cry. It was his attempt at bargaining with you, doing anything to make you speed up and shamelessly fuck yourself on his cock. Maybe if he pleases you, youâll let him cum.
âPlease fuck me properly baby, need it,â he rasps, âYou want me to forgive you right?â
And then you remember what led you here in the first place. Youâd upset him and now youâre teasing him â you suppose itâs only fair if you pick up the pace a little more, fuck him messily and desperately enough to have him dizzying towards his climax.Â
And once you do, his thrusts grow sloppier, and your thighs start aching. It feels too fucking good so all that you can do is cling to him and let him take the lead, strong hands guiding you as he sucks against your neck. And even though youâre supposed to be the one making him cum, you find yourself buried in the crook of his neck, gasping as your walls clench and nails dig into the skin of his strong back.Â
The slight stinging sensation is enough to work Mark over the edge, and you feel him twitch inside of you, sending shock waves up your spine as he fucks his cum inside of you with a final powerful thrust. You roll your hips to help him along, taking all you can get from him and he moans his appreciation as you do.Â
You remain tangled up in one another as you come down from your respective highs with foreheads pressed close. You wrestle to find his hand, lacing your fingers with his as he rubs his thumb over your knuckles. He kisses your nose, then your lips, with a tenderness that makes your heart feel like itâs being squeezed.Â
You donât want to move just yet, so you release your hands and wrap them around his neck, nuzzling your nose against his before you speak.
"Mark?" You mumble, your voice tired and hazy. He hums in response.
"Iâm sorry," you say softly.
You feel his smile against your mouth before he kisses your lips. "Itâs okay, baby. I donât even remember what we were fighting for."
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Sex Cage: Fame, Fun and Fire
Kwon Eunbi x Yujin x Male Reader
word count: 8.5K
part 1//part 2
You and Eunbi are seated side by side at the mall food court, each of you carrying a look of shared anxiety. Around you, the crowd is a tangled mess of shopping bags, kids running around, and people whoâve clearly never heard of headphones. But the noise outside is nothing compared to the storm within.
"So... are you nervous?" Eunbi nudges you, a teasing smile on her lips, trying to ease both your tension and her own.
"Just a little," you admit.
"Look, babe, you need to get used to this stuff. Sheâs just a girl."
"Not just any girl," you retort, frowning. "It's Yujin."
Eunbi shrugs, as casual as if meeting one of the biggest content creators of the moment were just another ordinary day. "So, sheâs famousâbig deal. She still puts on her pants one leg at a time, just like us." She looks at you, something warm and affectionate in her eyes. "Seriously, love, when she gets here, youâll see. It'll be like talking to anyone else."
As if the universe had a particularly cynical sense of humor, a voice chimes in from behind you.
"Found you!"
You both turn your heads so fast you might win an Olympic medal in synchronized movements. And there she isâYujin, in person, flesh and blood. Taller than you imagined, with an aura that seems to light up the entire food court. Sheâs dressed casually, a loose black knit sweater with a basic white tank barely visible underneath, and frayed denim shorts that add a laid-back vibe, matched with a studded belt. Sunglasses complete the look.
The brightness of her smile shatters any notion of âjust a girlâ into tiny, irrelevant pieces.
âHi... hi!â Eunbi finally stands, throwing herself into a hug with Yujin, desperately trying to keep her composure. Youâre still stuck on the bench, trying to convince yourself she didnât just step out of a fashion editorial.
Yujin steps back from Eunbi and looks at you, a smile that, if you werenât petrified, youâd swear had a hint of complicity. "And you, arenât you coming?" She opens her arms, waiting.
You stand, trying not to look like a complete idiot, and she pulls you into a casual hug that, in your head, lasts an eternity. âI was super excited to meet you both,â she says, pulling away and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
Eunbi, trying her hardest to act natural, replies, âWe were too. Youâre even prettier in person, honestly.â
Yujin lets out a lighthearted laugh. âOh, thanks, but look whoâs talking. Youâre so much more stunning in real life, too.â
Eunbi glances away, a faint blush creeping up her cheeks. âWell, I... thank you,â she stammers, unable to hold back a smile.
Yujin removes her sunglasses and glances at you, a curious expression on her face. âAnd you, honey, are cute too,â she says with a hint of amusement, âbut you look a bit tense. Nervous?â
"I... itâs just... itâs my first time doing this," you admit, trying to play it cool. You laugh, but itâs that kind of laugh that gives away every attempt at looking natural.
"Relax. Soon enough, weâll all be close. Want a decent coffee? I think we have a long day ahead."
Yujin leads the way to a quieter cafĂŠ, and you and Eunbi exchange a lookâa mix of awe and satisfactionâas you follow her.
After all, itâs just another day.
Except it's not.
â
The cafĂŠ is an unlikely refuge in the middle of the mall chaos. Unlike the food court, the lighting here is softer, as if the designers decided people spend more if they feel mysteriously cozy. Yujin, of course, looks perfectly at ease.
You place your orders at the counterâa cappuccino for her, an extravagant frappuccino for Eunbi, and a black coffee for you, because someone here had to add a touch of seriousness. With drinks in hand, the three of you find a table by the window, where you can watch the hurried tide of shoppers on the other side of the glass, as if observing a documentary on human behavior in its natural habitat.
Once youâre settled, Yujin turns to you both, firing off, âIâll admit, I didnât think youâd accept the offer. It took you a while to reply.â
You and Eunbi share one of those telepathic glances that only develop after years together. âWe were... going through some stuff at the time,â Eunbi answers, a bit awkwardly, as if trying to give a short answer to a question that deserves a thesis.
âAh, I get it,â Yujin says, with a smile that makes it clear she really does. âRelationships, huh? They always have their ups and downs.â
For a brief second, you and Eunbi glance at each other again, like two students caught off guard by a question in the middle of class. Explaining that, back in the anonymous video days, you were just friends feels like an odyssey no one wants to start. So you simply say nothing. Silence, after all, is one of the most efficient forms of communication.
Unfazed, Yujin continues, as if she has the supernatural gift of skipping over the complicated parts. âSo howâs it been, now that youâre not anonymous anymore?â
âFunny,â Eunbi begins. âThe first few weeks were... strange. I was afraid to go out, like, what if someone recognized me? But then I realized the world out there is a lot bigger than the view count on my screen.â
âOh, the ego hates this part,â Yujin comments, with a smile youâd classify as experienced. âBut donât worry. The worst that can happen is someone asking for a photo.â
She tilts her head, her eyes roaming over the two of you. âAnd your families? How did they react?â
You clear your throat, searching for the words. âWell, only my family knows. Eunbiâs parents... havenât found out yet, apparently. In fact, not even our friends found out. You know, it's not something you reveal with much enthusiasm. But eventually they'll get to the truth."
âReally? Well, I hope everything goes well when they find out,â Yujin says.
âMy family didnât take it too well at first, and maybe the fact that I revealed this to them when I was drunk contributed to that,â you admit, exhaling like youâre shedding a weight. âWe ended up taking a... break for a while, you know? But eventually, they called, and we were able to talk without drama. In the end, they came around.â
Yujin lets out a laugh, this time a bit more bitter. âParents, huh? Mine didnât accept it at all. But honestly? I was never a big fan of them anyway. These days, we kind of... donât talk anymore.â She shrugs, as if it were a small thing and not a complete family break. âSad, isnât it? But thatâs life.â
And then, right on cue, the drinks arrive. The waitress sets the cups down with clockwork precision, and Yujin holds her cappuccino as if it���s the most natural thing in the world to keep discussing family breakdowns while savoring milk foam.
You stare at the foam on your black coffee, maybe as a symbolic attempt to glimpse into the future. âAnd you... do you regret this choice?â
âMe?â Yujin raises an eyebrow and smiles. âNot at all. Today, I have my own life, I live super well, and freedom is priceless. By the way, what about you two? Any regrets?â
Eunbi shrugs, leaning over to grab her frappuccino. âNot yet,â she answers, looking at you for a moment as if seeking confirmation.
âSame here,â you add. âSo far, nothingâs really gone wrong. I quit my old job and now I have more free time to spend with my girlfriend, helping her with her business. But I confess that sometimes I find myself having some doubts about the future."
âDonât overthink it. As long as you two have each other, youâll get through any challenge.â She says it like someone whoâs navigated a fair share of rough waters and lived to tell the tale.
You and Eunbi share another look, and this time the smile you exchange feels like a silent pact, an okay, we can do this.
Yujin continues with a casual prophecy. âOh, and one more thing. This will also become your new normal. In five years, you might not even remember what the old life was like.â
Eunbi tilts her head, pretending innocence. âAnd is that a good thing?â
âOh, itâs very good,â Yujin replies, with a smile half genuine, half enigmatic. She takes a sip of her cappuccino, seeming to savor every drop, as if drinking directly from a magic potion. âFreedom can be a little... lonely at times. But honestly? Itâs the best thing there is.â
You and Eunbi absorb this in silence, but itâs not a silence that lasts long, as the cafĂŠ door almost trembles when a group of girls enter, spotting Yujin. In an instant, the carefully cultivated tranquility of the cafĂŠ goes right out the window.
âOH MY GOD, YUJIN!â one of them yells with the intensity of someone spotting BeyoncĂŠ. The entire cafĂŠ turns to look as you and Eunbi shrink in surprise. But Yujin only flashes that smile sheâs probably practiced in the mirror just for moments like this.
She gives a small wave, like a queen in her royal chamber, and the girls rush over, each with eyes sparkling with admiration and a genuine urgency, as if theyâre reporters interviewing a celebrity on the red carpet.
âIâm your biggest fan!â exclaims the first one, staring at Yujin like sheâs the last source of water in a desert. âI watch all your streams on Twitch. I mean, EVERY one. Even that stream that crashed because of your cat. That part was iconic.â
Yujin laughs, nodding. âAh, yes. He always thinks the keyboard is the best bed in the house.â
The second girl practically jumps with excitement. âYouâre like my fashion muse! I copied that blue hair you had a few months ago, you know? But the blue washed out after like three washes. Any tricks?â
âSure. First, get a good toner. Then say a couple of Hail Marys. Works every time.â
The third seems almost breathless with adrenaline, as if sheâs been preparing her whole life for this moment. âSeriously, youâre everything to me! I even follow your playlist on Spotify. Like, Iâm OBSESSED with your workout playlist.â
Yujin, now visibly flattered, raises an eyebrow. âAh, the workout playlist⌠a classic.â She turns to you and Eunbi, as if wanting to share a private joke. âIt has a certain vibe, you know? Who knew âDancing Queenâ could be so motivating for leg presses?â
Then one of the girls pulls out her phone, eyes alight with hope. âCan we take a picture with you, Yujin? And maybe you could say âhiâ on Stories? Just to prove this surreal moment actually happened.â
Yujin nods like a patient teacher. âOf course, letâs do it! Who wants to be first?â
Itâs chaos.
Each of them takes a selfie from a carefully studied angle, as if taking an X-ray, and Yujin smiles serenely in all of them, saintly calm. She says a quick âhi, everyone, Iâm here at the cafĂŠ with these beauties!â on one girlâs Stories, while the girl herself looks ready to faint from sheer emotion.
Between selfies, one fan glances over at Eunbi, her eyes widening. âWait⌠arenât you Rubydden? Oh my God, I've seen some of your photos on Instagram! Youâre so beautiful, seriously!â
Eunbi gives a bashful yet proud smile. âOh, yeah, thatâs me. And this is my boyfriendâŚâ
âIs he also an influencer?â
âWell, in a way... yes,â Eunbi replies.
Another one elbows her friend, not-so-quietly whispering, âHey guys, now there are three famous influencers here! This cafĂŠâs getting a five-star Google upgrade today!â
Yujin, clearly amused, wraps up the photos and casually comments, âYou girls are amazing. Really. But now let me drink my cappuccino before it turns into iced coffee.â
The girls laugh, enchanted by how Yujin effortlessly combines a hint of farewell without losing any charm. They gradually back away, waving and sending another wave of compliments, promises to keep following everything she does, and even a lone âI love youâ from the back of the group.
Once theyâre gone, Eunbi turns to Yujin, looking fascinated, almost incredulous. âDoes⌠does this happen to you a lot?â
âDepends on the day,â Yujin replies, picking up her cup and taking a casual sip, as if fans were a weather phenomenon sheâs learned to predict. âBut lately, Iâve been seeing more girls following me. Ever since I started making content beyond, you know, just porn.â
Eunbi snaps her fingers, like sheâs had an idea. âHey, Yujin⌠do you think I should start streaming on Twitch too?â
Yujin looks at her over the rim of her cup, like sheâs evaluating a new piece of furniture. âShould you? Eunbi, thatâs not even a question. Itâs practically your duty! And I say that with no pressure, of course.â She smiles, but itâs the kind of smile that makes it clear the decision is practically made.
âBesides, you already have everything. Youâre charming, fun, and just mysterious enough to keep the audience hooked.â
Eunbi laughs, but you can see the idea starting to appeal to her. She turns to you. âDo you think I should try it?â
âDefinitely,â you reply. âAnd if you need, I can handle all the tech stuff. I can even set up notifications that scream âletâs fucking goâ every time someone subscribes.â
Yujin laughs, nodding, and takes another sip of her coffee. âThatâs it! People love that kind of silly stuff! Oh, and another thing, Eunbi: Twitch could be a gateway to other types of content. You can show youâre a whole person, you know? Talk about whatever you want. Books, music, I donât know, the best kind of teaâanything that makes people see youâre more than a pretty face and a name. Itâs marketing, itâs fun, and honestly, itâll protect you a bit from objectification. They wonât just see âEunbi, the hot girl from OnlyFans,â but âEunbi, the one who chats about everything for an hour and makes it interesting.ââ
Eunbi blinks, surprised. âDoes that actually work?â
âMore than you think,â Yujin responds with a mysterious smile. âAnd, over time, you wonât even need to explain youâre more than what they see. Theyâll already know.â
âSo⌠thatâs it,â Eunbi says, looking at you with an expression thatâs part excitement, part slight fear. âGet ready, youâll have a lot of work helping me set things up.â
Yujin laughs, shaking her head. âOh, itâs going to be great, sweetheart. And weâll definitely do some streams together. Weâll break the platform.â
You look at Yujin, a thought bubbling up in your mind. âSo, Yujin,â you start, as if about to ask the secret of the universe, âsince weâre talking about this spotlight thing⌠Whoâs the most famous adult content creator youâve ever met?â
Yujin doesnât hesitate for a second. Her eyes light up, and her smile widens like someone about to recount a legend.
âKarina.â
The word comes out with an almost tangible reverence, and both you and Eunbi lean in slightly closer, as if pulled by a collective magnet of admiration.
âKarina?â Eunbi repeats, curiosity shimmering in every syllable.
Yujin nods, with that distant look of someone whoâs seen the Mona Lisa or the Taj Mahal up close on a sunny afternoon. âKarina isnât just famous. Sheâs, like... an entity. Tall, graceful, perfect hair and skin, a flawless body, and a sense of style that could make anyone feel like a shabby peasant just by existing in the same room.â
âHmm, I see. So⌠sheâs pretty?â you ask, choosing the simplest word so itâs not too obvious that you already know who she is.
Yujin laughs, shaking her head. âPretty? Honey, pretty doesnât even come close. Sheâs stunning. Impeccable. The kind of person you look at and think, âWill my mom forgive me if I drop everything to devote myself to this woman?ââ
Eunbi lets out a small laugh, but itâs clear sheâs just as fascinated. âAnd sheâs actually nice to talk to and all?â
âOh, absolutely. Youâd expect someone like her to be arrogant, right? But Karina is sweet, kind. When she speaks, it feels like sheâs dedicating all her attention to you. She makes you feel like the most interesting person in the world.â Yujin sighs, as if reliving a pleasant dream. âSheâs polite with everyone, never makes anyone feel uncomfortable. Itâs almost surreal.â
âWow, she sounds like a myth.â Eunbi sighs.
âAlmost, yeah,â Yujin admits, leaning back. âSheâs a woman of class, you know? If I were to describe her... Sheâs like an old Hollywood movie star, but... updated for the internet age.â
Eunbiâs gaze slowly slides over to you, a hint of mischief in her eyes. âAnd you, babe, have you heard of this goddess?â
You clear your throat, trying to keep your composure, but your mind feels like itâs racing to avoid the tricky questions that are clearly coming. âWell... maybe Iâve heard of her... once or twice... around... on the internet.â
Eunbi raises an eyebrow, a smile beginning to form. âOnce or twice, huh?â
Yujin doesnât miss a beat, her gaze sparkling with mischief. âOh, Iâm sure he knows exactly who Iâm talking about!â
âI really donât know if I know her,â you reply, with the conviction of someone trying to dodge an unfair accusation.
Yujin laughs out loud, shaking her head. âOh, come on. Everyoneâs seen at least one of her videos. Sheâs practically a cultural landmark. Like... like watching The Godfather or something.â
âIâm not âeveryone,ââ you insist, trying to maintain some dignity.
But Eunbi and Yujin exchange glances and burst into a shared laugh, clearly amused at your expense. âOf course not,â Eunbi says, pretending an exaggerated innocence, while Yujin nods as if fully agreeing.
âRight,â Yujin says, with a wink. âYouâre totally immune to that sort of thing, for sure.â
âOkay, okay, but does she only do videos or... anything else?â you ask, trying to keep your tone casual.
âWell,â Yujin begins, âSheâs also an escort. And, well... they say her rates are higher than the national debt of a small country. But sheâs worth every centâat least, thatâs what those whoâve paid say.â
Eunbi scrunches her nose, as if trying to imagine the price and eventually giving up on the math. âSo, basically, sheâs perfect. Like... the adult version of Barbie?â
âAn adult Barbie mixed with the Mona Lisa and a dash of Cleopatra,â Yujin says, gesturing dramatically, as if her hands could illustrate such divinity. âBut seriously, I loved chatting with her. Really. We met at a party in Dubai, it was an incredible night, I even got nervous when I saw her, but she was so sweet and patient with me that I almost felt like her close friend.â
Eunbi and you look at each other, sharing a mixture of disbelief and fascination.
âShe sounds almost unreal,â you finally say, still trying to process the idea.
Yujin laughs, shaking her head. âShe is. And the best part? She knows it. But unlike many, she doesnât put on a show. She just... exists. And somehow, thatâs more impressive than anything she could try to be.â
â
The apartment is bathed in the radiant light of early afternoon as you and Eunbi enter with Yujin, tryingâunsuccessfullyâto hide your nervousness under a casual façade. Yujin glances around, inspecting the space.
âWow, what a cozy place,â she remarks. âSeems perfect for a young couple. But who knows, maybe youâll, say, be able to expand things in the future, huh?â
Eunbi, smiling with a mixture of pride and discomfort, says, âMake yourself at home,â not quite sure what "at home" might mean for someone like Yujin.
âOh, I will,â Yujin responds, her tone so suggestive that you and Eunbi exchange a shared, nervous glance, caught between laughter and cold sweats. Yujin then casts an investigative look around the room before dropping the question. âCan I see where you two film?â
âOf course!â Eunbi replies, excited. You both lead her down the hallway to Eunbiâs former room, still decorated with vibrant trinkets and stuffed animals. Eunbi explains with a shy smile, âSince we started dating, I moved into his roomâitâs bigger. So this one became the studio.â
"You guys were living together before you were dating? That's wild!"
"We were actually roommates and best friends," Eunbi says.
"Oh, I get it! In that case, it's a really cute thing." Yujin examines the space with curiosity, nodding in approval. âAh, the room I see in the videos,â she says, as if sheâs stumbled upon the place where the Great Mystery unfolds. After a moment, she looks at Eunbi with a playful smile. âBy the way, can I borrow one of your lingerie sets, princess?â
You blink, confused, and the question slips out before you can think: âAre⌠we filming now?â
Yujin raises an eyebrow and laughs, as if sheâs dealing with a child asking why the sky is blue. âYes, darling. I have a flight later for a podcast appearance,â she says, patient, as if this were a common part of anyoneâs day.
Youâre still processing the suddenness of it all when you manage to ask, âWhat podcast?â
âSanaâs podcast. You havenât been on it yet, right?â
You and Eunbi look at each other, both trying to imagine the possibility, but Eunbi shakes her head, amused. âNot yet.â
âOh, but Iâll make a recommendation,â Yujin replies with a wink, like a mischievous fairy godmother ready to pull a few invisible strings. âSana is amazing. Hilarious, and she was one of the first to give us, adult creators, a place to speak, to give our opinions and combat insults. You guys should go. So many girls only got their break thanks to her support. Sheâs going to love you, Iâm sure.â
Eunbi, now more excited than ever, responds, âWow, itâd be amazing to do an episode with her.â
Yujin smiles like sheâs just made a promise to fate itself. âIâll make it happen,â she says, giving Eunbi a look. Then, with a casual gesture, she motions to you, as if giving a gentle hint.
âNow, sweetheart⌠could you give us a moment to get ready?â Yujin asks, more informing you than really asking, with a hint of gentle dismissal.
You feel your face warm, realizing this is your cue to step out. âOh, sure. I⌠Iâll wait in the living room,â you reply, trying to seem more confident than you feel.
She closes the door with a cheerful âSee you in a minute!â and you let out a breath you hadnât realized you were holding.
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Inside the bedroom-turned-improvised studio, Eunbi and Yujin glance at each other in the mirror, half-studying, half-laughing like two friends conspiring over some obscure secretâor in their case, a rather peculiar shoot. Eunbi gestures toward the closet with a kind of solemnity, inviting Yujin. âGo on, pick a lingerie set. Thereâs lots of colors. And styles,â she says, almost like sheâs offering a valuable gem.
Yujin, without hesitation, slips off her bra and underwear, moving around the room with the confidence of someone, well, perfectly at ease with their own body. She picks up a blue lingerie set and holds it up, examining it with an almost scientific gaze. âThink itâll look good?â
âItâll look gorgeous,â Eunbi replies, already picking a pink set and undressing, letting her clothes drop casually to the floor. Itâs funny how the situation feels both natural and tinged with a certain strangeness.
As she slides the lingerie on, Yujin glances at Eunbi from the corner of her eye. âYouâre lucky, you know? Having a boyfriend who supports you in this kind of work⌠thatâs rare.â
Eunbi nods, adjusting the strap of her bra. âHeâs really supportive. Heâs part of everything with me,â she says, smiling a little bashfully, which Yujin notices.
âA rare man,â Yujin remarks, looking at Eunbi for a moment, now that theyâre both in just lingerie. âMost guys panic at the idea of their girlfriend doing this sort of thing.â
She pauses, her gaze quickly tracing over Eunbi. âBy the way, let me just sayâyou look stunning like this, you know?â
Eunbi, surprised and a little shy, laughs and murmurs a âthank you,â adjusting her lingerie with a slight blush. Then, curious, she asks, âHave you ever dated anyone since you started creating adult content?â
Yujin lets out a sound thatâs almost a laugh, tinged with a bit of irony. âI tried.I've met a few guys who seemed promising at first, but none of them were looking for a committed relationship. Not with me, at least. My last boyfriend broke up with me when I started filming porn videos. Preferred a life without, well, international popularity.â
âOhâŚâ Eunbi makes a sympathetic face. âAnd you were okay with that?â
âBetter this way,â Yujin shrugs, almost indifferent. âThese days, I sleep with lots of amazing guys and girls. Life goes on just fine, thanks.â She adjusts her lingerie, looking in the mirror with a critical yet satisfied gaze. âOh, help me with the clasp back here?â
Eunbi steps closer to fix the clasp, still laughing at the comment, then asks with genuine curiosity, âDo you ever think about stopping one day?â
Yujin gives a conspiratorial wink. âWhen Iâm a millionaire, absolutely.â
Eunbi raises her eyebrows. âReally? And is that close to happening?â
Yujin looks at her in the mirror, a smile spreading. âCloser than youâd think, darling.â
She finishes adjusting the lingerie and checks herself in the mirror, turning slightly to see how it fits. âSo, how does it look?â
âBeautiful. Sensational. Sexy, even,â Eunbi replies, with a sincerity thatâs almost playful.
The compliment comes back quickly: âAnd you look like a goddess, darling. God, Iâd give anything to have those glorious breasts,â she sighs, with a dramatic touch of envy. âBut, now, a serious question,â Yujin continues, looking directly at Eunbi. âAre you sure youâre not going to feel jealous during the filming?â
The question makes Eunbi give a nervous laugh, hesitating before answering. âNo, no⌠itâs fine. We know itâs just work.â
But Yujin looks at her intently, as if she wants to be sure Eunbi really understands. âThis is purely professional, Eunbi. Heâs your boyfriend. Nothingâs going to change. When the cameraâs off, everything goes back to normal, I promise.â
Eunbi sighs and admits, laughing a little. âWell⌠maybe part of me will feel a bit jealous, but itâs nothing I canât handle.â
âTrust me, after the first time, youâll get used to it,â she says, moving closer, looking at Eunbi with that same piercing gaze. Then, in a softer tone, she says, âYou know whatâll help?â
âWhat?â
Yujin pauses for dramatic effect.
âKiss me.â
Eunbi freezes, eyes wide as Yujin leans in slowly, a half-smile playing on her lips, savoring Eunbiâs surprise. âRelax, itâs just a kiss,â Yujin murmurs, her tone a mix of tease and tenderness. She waits for a response, but Eunbi just stays there, eyes fixed on Yujinâs lips, the gloss catching the light in a temptation too hard to resist.
Then, as if her body decides before her mind, Eunbi closes her eyes and lets herself be drawn in. Yujinâs lips touch hers softly, making her exhale as if the air suddenly got heavier. At first, itâs a tentative kiss, almost testing boundariesâa gentle brush, the taste of sweet strawberry filling Eunbiâs senses. But soon Yujin becomes firmer, tilting her head to deepen the kiss with a confidence only someone assured could manage.
Eunbi feels a hand slide slowly to her neck, fingers weaving into her hair, pulling her closer, and Yujinâs whole body aligns, pressing against her. âBreathe,â Yujin whispers against her lips, not pulling away, as if sheâs guiding Eunbi to let go, to let control slip through her fingertips.
Eunbi releases a small sigh, something caught between nervousness and pure desire, her fingers trembling slightly as she holds Yujin by the waist, clutching there as if grounding herself. The taste of gloss, the soft scent of Yujinâs perfume, now so near, surround her, melding together and holding Eunbi captive, like a slow melody.
Yujin pulls away slowly, but not far, their faces still close enough for Eunbi to feel her warm breath. With that same mix of playful and affectionate smile, Yujin looks directly into Eunbiâs eyes, her fingers resting gently on the back of her neck. âSee?â she murmurs, voice low and firm, almost like a secret. âThe ice is broken now.â
Her thumb drifts to the corner of Eunbiâs mouth, where the gloss still glistens, brushing as if sheâs wiping away the last trace of the kiss, and lets out a soft, satisfied chuckle. âNo more tension, no more nerves. Now you know you can trust me.â
Eunbi just smiles back, heart racing, âI do trust you,â she replies, âand Iâm ready to start.â
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Youâre stretched out on the couch, scrolling absentmindedly on your phone when a gentle voice breaks the quiet. You look up to find Eunbi and Yujin standing side by side, hands intertwined. Theyâre draped in fine lingerie that highlights each curve, every detail crafted to allure. Eunbiâs pink lace against Yujinâs cool blue creates a sight so captivating youâre left speechless.
Eunbi tilts her head with a small, teasing smile. âWell, weâre ready. Just waiting on you.â She winks.
Yujin leans closer, one brow raised, a grin on her lips. âAre you going to sit there all night or join us?â she teases, her tone light but authoritative. Turning to Eunbi, she wraps her arms around her neck, and they exchange a conspiratorial glance before laughing softly together.
You get up, trying to keep your cool as you follow them to the bedroom. Every detail set, an intimate little scene for just the three of you.
Inside the room, Yujin doesnât waste a second. She watches you intently, her gaze that of a seasoned expert, and then commands, âAlright, just strip down.â
You hesitate, glancing at Eunbi for reassurance. She nods calmly, a soft encouragement. âCome on, babe. Just another video,â she murmurs, voice gentle but filled with affection.
One by one, you peel off each piece, stopping at your underwear. At this point, Yujin decides to break the mounting tension. She lets out a soft laugh, looks at Eunbi, and says, âLetâs just cut to the chase.â
Turning to you with a bold gleam in her eye, she says, âExcuse me, but Iâm going to kiss your boyfriend.â
The air thickens, feeling both heavier and lighter, like some invisible barrier is about to come down. As it should. Yujin steps toward you, each movement filled with confidence, her eyes trailing over you, taking in every detail with a gleam thatâs both professional and undeniably challenging.
She stops just inches away, her eyes glinting with intensity, a look that combines business with something raw and thrilling. âAre you ready, or do we need to spend all night convincing you?â Her head tilts, a smirk tugging at her lips, as she lifts a hand to your side, guiding it slowly to her waist.
Just a few steps away, Eunbi adjusts the camera on its tripod, trying to hide the flush in her cheeks as she focuses the lens, aligning the angle carefully. âJust so you know, Iâm finding this hilarious,â she says with a smile, though her tone carries an undercurrent of affection and maybe a touch of possessiveness. She leans over to check the focus, her gaze briefly meeting yours before she looks back at the screen. âBetter enjoy it⌠before I change my mind.â Her playful tone barely masks the blush spreading across her face.
Yujin chuckles, seeming to catch her drift. âDonât worry, EunbiâIâll take good care of your boyfriend,â she says, her gaze never leaving yours. And without another word, she slides her hands to your neck, pulling you closer. Her lips meet yours, the kiss starting soft, giving you a moment to settle into the feeling, the sensation, before her fingers dive deeper, slipping along the nape of your neck, as though pulling you even closer.
Your hand moves almost on its own, resting on her waist, where the soft skin meets the lace. Your fingers drift up her back, and the kiss grows bolder, both of you falling into an easy rhythm. Thereâs a charged energy there, a delicate balance of nerves and a shared sense of release.
In one smooth movement, Yujinâs hand slides down your side to your waistband. She presses against the fabric, feeling the hardness beneath, a playful smile curling on her lips as she kisses you. She applies a bit more pressure, gauging your reaction. You feel warmth spread over every muscle, a pulse of nerves mixed with expectation.
âOh, so this is how you respond,â she whispers, her lips brushing yours, voice barely more than a breath. Her hand tightens, confidence clear in her touch.
Eunbi, now finished setting up the camera (it's new, now your recordings will be in 4k), watches from a short distance, arms crossed, feigning impatience. âAlright, Yujin, I think thatâs enough.â
Yujin steals one last kiss before pulling back, smirking. âAlright, Miss Eunbi, all done here.â
âPerfect,â Eunbi responds. âNow, boxers off, and sit down on the bed, babe. Letâs get started.â
Trying to look composed, you strip off your boxers and take a seat at the bedâs edge. Eunbi hands you the camera, which distracts your mindâfocusing on capturing every moment makes it a bit easier.
Holding the equipment steady, you watch as Eunbi and Yujin kneel between your legs, each settling into position with a practiced balance of intimacy and poise. You adjust the camera, aiming to capture every detail as they lean in close. Through the lens, you see Yujinâs confident experience alongside Eunbiâs eager, intense sincerity.
âAlright, letâs begin,â you say, âOne, two, three⌠rolling!â
Yujin moves first, her hand wrapping around your cock with steady ease, her tongue tracing slowly over every inch, savoring each part while her gaze locks onto yours with a playful glint. âMmm, you taste so good,â she murmurs, tone teasing, confident.
Eunbi watches, her eyes tracing Yujinâs every move, soaking up each gesture and touch. When she canât wait any longer, she leans in, pressing a soft kiss to the base, her gaze intense, filled with adoration and hunger, like sheâs taking in every sensation, every detail.
"Like that, Eunbi, slowâmake him feel every second," Yujin whispers, a subtle smile on her face, watching as Eunbi tries to match her pace. Eunbi gives a barely perceptible nod, determined yet completely surrendered, as if there were nowhere else in the world she'd rather be. She drags her tongue along the base while Yujin takes the tip, alternating pressure, surrounding you with an intensity thatâs almost overwhelming.
"Are you enjoying this, love?" Eunbi asks, her voice soft, thick with desire. She meets your gaze, searching for the answer in your eyes. Her lips brush over your skin with a tenderness that contrasts with the heat of the moment, each kiss like a silent promise.
"More than you could imagine," you rasp, struggling to keep your focus on the camera.
Yujin laughs softly, pleased by the effect they both have on you. Without warning, she takes you deeper, her lips sliding firmly, rhythmically. Her tongue circles the tip, drawing slow, teasing loops before she pulls you in, creating a pressure that sends waves of tension up your spine. "I'm going to make you lose control, and Eunbi will help," she says, a teasing tone underlying her words, her eyes alight with purpose.
Driven by her own desire, Eunbi switches between soft kisses and playful licks, exploring every inch with quiet determination.
"Yes, just like that, but firmer," Yujin instructs, holding the base as Eunbi joins her, their faces close enough that their hair nearly tangles. The combination of Yujin's precise skill and Eunbi's gentle touch is mind-blowing.
They work in tandem, Yujin taking the head as Eunbi trails her tongue along the base, each motion coordinated, each touch a new peak of pleasure. At one point, Yujin lets a hand slip down to your balls, massaging with delicate care as her mouth moves with increased intensity. "Letâs get this cock dripping wet," Yujin whispers, her gaze never leaving yours, heat flooding your body.
Emboldened by the rhythm and intensity, Eunbi lowers further, kissing along your thighs, each touch warm and light, as though sheâs claiming the space. "Youâre so hot, baby," she murmurs, running her tongue over your balls, alternating licks and soft kisses, every motion like a declaration of her desire.
The camera catches every detailâthe looks, the touches, the mouths moving in perfect sync as Yujin and Eunbi work together, drawing you closer to the edge. Yujinâs eyes hold that knowing, wicked gleam, while Eunbi, lost in her own admiration and passion, gains confidence with each passing second.
They switch off, Yujin licking her way up your length as Eunbi focuses on the head, each pouring all their attention into every touch. In one moment of pure synchronicity, they glance at each other, smiling, and begin sucking together, Yujin lower, Eunbi at the top, her tongue teasing with playful swirls.
"Look at him," Yujin whispers to Eunbi, fingers brushing along Eunbiâs thigh for encouragement. "Show your naughty boyfriend how much you want this."
Eunbi follows her lead, lifting her gaze to meet yours, her eyes warm and inviting. She holds you firmly, her mouth hot and soft around you, sending a flush through your body.
"Now letâs play with your tits, princess," Yujin suggests.
Eunbi pulls away from your cock, her pink lips gleaming with saliva. Keeping her eyes on you, she reaches back and, with a graceful, deliberate motion, unhooks her bra. The fabric slips away, baring her firm, full breasts, her nipples already hard. She smiles, confidence and desire radiating from her every move.
Yujin watches intently, her gaze hungry. "I think weâll need a little extra help with this, donât you?" she murmurs, smiling with intent. Leaning toward Eunbi, the two share a conspiratorial look before each one lets a thin line of saliva drip down onto Eunbiâs breasts, warming the already flushed skin.
Eunbi bites her lip, her body reacting, and Yujin slides her hands over Eunbiâs chest, spreading the moisture slowly, her fingers caressing and squeezing. "This will feel even better for you," she murmurs, looking over at the camera, her voice low and sultry.
Eunbi shifts closer, pressing her breasts softly around your cock. The way they areâthe skin glistening with saliva, the hard, pink nipples, the slow, careful movementsâis perfection. Yujin smiles at you, dimples showing, her confidence somehow heightening the intensity of the moment.
Eunbi presses her breasts tighter around you, surrounding you in her warm softness. She begins to move in a measured rhythm as Yujin helps guide her motions, both of them keeping their eyes on you, capturing every reaction.
"Do you like it like this, love?" Eunbi asks, her voice low, full of affection and lust. She quickens the pace, alternating between sultry glances your way and shared smiles with Yujin.
You can barely respond, caught up in the sightâthe gentle, devoted touch of Eunbi contrasting with the predatory gleam in Yujinâs eyes as she takes in each detail, enjoying every moment.
Yujin catches the look on your face, a satisfied gleam in her eyes. "Oh, I think heâs loving it," she murmurs. Then she moves closer to Eunbi, licking her own lips before leaning in to kiss her.
Eunbi sighs against Yujinâs lips, her chest still pressed against you, her breasts soft and warm as she continues moving. "He loves watching us like this," Yujin whispers to Eunbi, a slow, wicked smile curving her lips. "Look how heâs reacting."
She turns her gaze back to you, eyes full of intent, and murmurs, "I love making you feel good, baby."
Yujin pulls Eunbi in for another kiss, deeper and more urgent. She whispers something in Eunbiâs ear, something you canât hear but that makes Eunbi smile and press even closer, her energy insatiable.
Her hands grip tighter, intensifying the rhythm, each stroke a heated slide against your skin. Beside her, Yujin slides a hand under her own panties, barely containing her own need as she watches, fingers getting wet as she slides them into her pussy, her eyes fixed on the two of you.
"You look so damn good between her tits," Yujin purrs, a wicked smile on her lips. She pulls her hand from her panties, fingers shining, bringing them to her mouth, licking them clean while keeping her gaze locked on the scene before her. "My panties are soaked just watching," she murmurs, a laugh escaping as she bites her lip.
Spurred by Yujinâs words, Eunbi picks up the pace, her breasts squeezing tighter around you, her mouth teasing as her tongue flicks over your tip. Each time she moves down, she presses closer, feeling every throb. "God, this feels so good," you groan, "I'm so fucking turned on, babe."
Yujin lets out a moan of her own, fingers circling faster against herself. "Oh, Eunbi, you're making your boyfriend feel so good⌠just look at him," she taunts, licking her fingers again before slipping them back between her thighs, her wetness echoing as she loses herself to her need.
Seeing the look of heated anticipation in Yujinâs eyes, Eunbi leans in closer, pressing her breasts around you in a tighter, more intense rhythm, her mouth quirking into a teasing smile. "You want him to fuck that wet little pussy of yours, donât you, Yujin?" she murmurs, voice low and provocative.
Yujin moans, biting her lip, her fingers digging into her own skin. "Yes⌠I want him. I want to feel him⌠all the way inside me," she whispers, her voice trembling with pure need, her eyes ravenous as they fix on you.
Eunbi chuckles softly, not missing a beat as she continues, pressing you even more firmly as she commands, "Then beg, Yujin! Beg my boyfriend, ask him to fuck you just like you want, you little slut." Her voice rings with a possessive edge that only intensifies her allure.
Yujin doesnât hesitate. She moans louder, fingers sinking deeper as her eyes meet yours, burning with desire. "Please, baby⌠fuck me," she pleads, voice nearly a whimper, her face an open invitation. "I need that thick, hard cock stretching me, filling me. Please, make me yours. I want every inch of you," she begs, her words broken by gasps as she keeps touching herself, her hips moving in rhythm, fully surrendered to you.
Watching them, the desire inside you grows with each word, each desperate movement. "I'm going to give you exactly what you want, Yujin," you murmur, voice promising, sending a shiver through her. "I'm gonna wreck that pussy."
âThen do it, baby,â Eunbi urges, pulling her breasts away from your cock. âRuin this little slutâs pussy.â
The tension in the room reaches a boiling point.
Yujin slips off her soaked panties, kicking them aside as she lies back, legs open, body utterly exposed and eager. Her eyes glint with anticipation as you position yourself between her thighs. Holding your cock firmly, you tease her entrance, just enough to feel her warmth but without fully entering. That light touch alone makes Yujin moan, her body arching, begging silently.
She glances over to Eunbi, eyes playful. âAnd you? Just going to stand there?â She smiles, taunting, face pure lust. âI want you here, Eunbi... want to feel you on my tongue.â
Eunbi chuckles, her laugh sultry and wicked, and without hesitation, she slips off her own panties, moving to Yujin. Smiling, she positions herself over Yujin's face, thighs spread, lowering herself just enough so Yujin can taste her as she wants. âThen make it good, Yujin,â Eunbi orders, voice low and powerful. âI want to feel every lick.â
Yujin doesnât need another word. Gripping Eunbi's thighs, she pulls her closer, her tongue diving eagerly between her folds, sucking with a nearly desperate intensity, her muffled moans vibrating against Eunbi's body.
Meanwhile, you press a little harder against Yujin's entrance, still teasing, letting her feel each inch but still not giving in. She arches, pressing herself up to meet you, pleading silently. âPlease⌠put it in,â she whispers, voice dripping with need as her mouth never leaves Eunbi, each lick growing more ravenous.
With a knowing smirk, you oblige.
Yujin writhes beneath you, adjusting her hips to take you fully. âOh god! Oh- Fuck yes! This is what I wanted!â she gasps, her voice thick with desire.
Eunbi, perched over her, grips her own breasts, fingers teasing her sensitive nipples. âYes, Yujin⌠keep eating me out,â she moans, voice trembling as Yujin's tongue circles, exploring every part, making Eunbi shiver on top of her. She meets your gaze, cheeks flushed, and grins wickedly. âYou like watching Yujin eat me out while you fuck her, donât you?â
âYeah⌠fuck, I love it, youâre both so fucking hot,â you breathe, voice barely more than a whisper.
Yujin squirms under Eunbiâs weight, moaning into her wet pussy, the sound muffled but enough to stoke your own arousal. âHarder,â Yujin murmurs between licks, âmake me feel every inch, donât stop⌠I want you to fuck this tight little pussy deep.â
You pick up the pace, your hips slamming against her with more force, feeling the pressure building around you. One hand finds Yujin's clit, rubbing in slow circles, and she bucks against you, a louder moan escaping her.
Eunbi watches, biting her lip, her body tensing as Yujin devours her. âYes, baby⌠keep going, fuck her deeper,â she encourages, grinding down, forcing Yujinâs mouth to work harder.
Your hand moves expertly, fingers tracing circles over Yujinâs clit while you thrust, feeling each tight pulse around your cock. With each thrust, her body arches, her face buried between Eunbiâs thighs, making her moan louder with each lick, every touch more intense.
Eunbi smiles at you, a mix of pleasure and taunt, biting her lower lip. âGo on, babe⌠fuck her good,â she whispers between moans, âI want to hear her scream for you.â Her words push you over, and you increase your rhythm, pounding her, Yujinâs body responding to each deep stroke. Her legs quiver, fingers gripping the sheets, nails digging in as her mouth stays busy between Eunbiâs legs.
Yujin, overwhelmed by the pleasure, lets out muffled moans, each sound vibrating against Eunbi, making her grind down, moaning even louder. âYes⌠donât stop, donât stop,â Yujin pants, her voice broken with pleasure as her body tightens around you, breath coming in gasps.
Eunbi looks at you, her voice soft, almost a whisper, full of encouragement. âThatâs it, babe⌠keep going⌠give her everything! Make her come, make her feel your cock in every inch of her,â she teases, her eyes bright as she presses down harder on Yujinâs mouth, lost in the sensation of her tongue.
You lean forward, increasing the pressure on Yujin's clit as you thrust deeper, your fingers moving faster, more insistent, the camera shaking in your other hand (youâll thank the image stabilizer later). Yujinâs moans grow frantic, her body arching again, every muscle tense. âYes⌠Iâm gonna comeâŚâ she cries, her voice breaking as her body shudders in climax, while Eunbi lets out a cry of her own, lost in the rhythm of Yujinâs tongue.
Yujinâs entire body shakes, muscles tight as she surrenders completely, her voice hoarse, almost shouting. âAh⌠donât⌠donât stop⌠itâs so good, so⌠ahhh, yes! Harder⌠more⌠IâŚ!â
Your fingers press down harder on her clit, stroking in time with each thrust as you sink deeper, feeling every pulse of her tight little pussy. Yujin bites her lip, a choked scream escaping as her hands grip the sheets, eyes squeezing shut, lost in ecstasy. âOh⌠my⌠god⌠Iâm⌠ahhh, Iâm coming, donât stop, please!â
Eunbi, still perched over Yujin, watches, eyes bright with arousal, her own moans heightening as she sees Yujinâs state. She urges you on, her voice soft but fervent. âYes, babe! Make this slut come on your cock⌠make her lose control!â
Then, Yujinâs body seizes, a sharp cry tearing from her throat as she squirts over your thighs and onto the sheets. âAhhhh! Yes⌠yes⌠ahhh! Iâm- Oh God! Mmm, Iâm comingâŚ!â Yujin practically sobs, her body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure ripples through her, surrendering fully to the overwhelming intensity.
Eunbi lifts herself, lips parted, watching Yujin with awe. âMy god, Yujin⌠look what heâs done to you,â she murmurs, barely holding back her own desire.
Still flushed and breathing heavily, Yujin laughs quietly, her cheeks pink, eyes half-lidded as she looks up at you, body still tingling from the aftermath. âFuck⌠that cock⌠made me come so good,â she whispers with a smile, gaze locked on you.
Eunbi, eyes alight with a mix of possessiveness and lust, gives you a provocative smile, biting her lower lip. âSo⌠now youâre going to fuck your girlfriend, arenât you?â Her voice is laced with challenge and excitement. She positions herself at the edge of the bed, on all fours, ass lifted toward you, offering you the perfect view, while Yujin moves up, legs spread wide in front of your girlfriend.
With a mischievous glint, she spreads her wet folds with her fingers, beckoning Eunbiâs face closer. âCome, Eunbi⌠lick me while he fucks you,â she whispers, her hand gripping Eunbiâs hair, guiding her closer. âYes, give me that tongue⌠show me how well you can eat pussy,â Yujin continues, moaning as Eunbiâs mouth begins to work on her.
Standing behind, you position your cock and slide slowly into Eunbi, feeling her hot, tight walls surround you. A groan escapes your lips as you sink deeper into her, each inch pulling you in. âFuck, Eunbi⌠youâre so wet⌠so good,â you whisper, lost in the intense pleasure.
Eunbi, gasping between licks on Yujin, pants. âYes, babe⌠fuck me⌠deeper⌠I want to feel you filling me.â She moves back against you, hips circling, each thrust pulling you in further, her ass trembling with each motion, every deep stroke drawing fresh moans from her.
Yujin, delirious from the feel of Eunbiâs tongue against her dripping cunt, grabs her hair, pulling just a little to savor every lick even deeper. âAhhh, Eunbi, just like that⌠keep going⌠Mmm, you're such a slut!â she breathes, her words slipping between moans, eyes squeezed shut as each brush of that soft, wet tongue over her sensitive folds drives her wild.
The tension surges as you thrust deeper, your hands gripping Eunbiâs hips tightly, each push pulling louder, needier sounds from her. âFuck⌠so tight,â you murmur, feeling her wetness, her warmth, tightening around every inch as you plunge in. Eunbi can barely keep up as she sucks Yujin, her own body trembling, pressing back against you, every move inviting you to go harder, deeper.
Yujin watches, her lips parted, a throaty moan escaping as she locks eyes with the sight of you taking your girlfriend. âMmm, fuck,â she chuckles between moans, âYou two are so fucking hot!â
Your grip on Eunbiâs waist tightens, her slick cunt clenching around you, and you lean close to her ear. âIâm taking that sweet ass next, babe.â She shivers, biting her lip, and breathes a shaky response. âYeah, do it⌠fuck my ass⌠I want it,â she whimpers, her voice thick with excitement and anticipation.
You guide yourself, pressing the head of your cock slowly against her tight little opening, watching her stretch to take you in. Bit by bit, you slide forward, filling her.
âAhhh⌠so tight,â you murmur, your breaths ragged as you film every inch with the new camera, capturing in 4K the way her snug ass opens around you. Eunbi lets out a loud moan, her head thrown back. âYes, take it⌠let him wreck that ass,â Yujin whispers to her, reaching down to touch herself as she watches.
âYes⌠yes, fuck my ass⌠fill me, go deeperâŚ,â Eunbi moans, her voice quivering, her whole body alight as you sink in.
Holding her hip firmly, you draw her back, your cock fitting fully inside her tight hole, feeling each part of her yielding to your slow, deliberate rhythm. She lets out a long, low groan, head thrown back, face twisted in a blend of pain and pleasure as she adjusts to the intense stretch.
âOhh, yeah⌠keep going⌠fill me up, I can take it,â she moans, eyes half-lidded, biting her lip, face flushed in pure ecstasy. Each thrust is a new adjustment, feeling her intense tightness, each slide bringing a fresh wave of sensation. âYou love this, donât you, you little slut?â you taunt, voice gravelly, pushing deeper.
Eunbi squirms, her body trembling with each thrust. âMmm, Yes! Fuck, I love feeling you wreck me⌠Keep using me, babe, keep- Oh! Like that, baby! Yeah!â she responds, voice shaky, cut off by erratic moans, completely surrendered. With each thrust, the wet, filthy sounds fill the room, bodies colliding in raw, unrestrained passion.
Yujin, still watching close by, runs a hand down her own dripping pussy, eyes fixed on the scene, filled with lust. âGod, look at her⌠youâre destroying her ass,â she whispers, her voice loaded with excitement.
Your firm grip on Eunbiâs hips pulls her back, every inch sinking deep into her tight little ass, feeling her muscles surrender to the slow, deliberate rhythm. She lets out a long, low moan, her head thrown back, her face mixing pain and pleasure as she adjusts to the intense stretch.
"Fuck, babe, watching you eat her pussy gets me so fucking hot," you growl, voice rough, thrusting even deeper. Your hand rises, landing a hard slap on her ass.
âOw, babe! Yes, slap me! Donât stop, wreck my little ass, fuck me good!â
Eunbi's moans fill the room, blending with the sound of your hips colliding with her body. Each movement is met with a sharp smack that leaves her skin tingling. âAhhh, harder⌠fuck, go deeper⌠break me,â she begs, her voice hoarse, totally lost in the intense pleasure as you keep pounding, every slap drawing a new moan, louder and dripping with lust.
Yujin, lying on the bed with her legs spread, holds Eunbiâs face firmly, guiding her back to keep licking. âYou two are going to make me cum just watching⌠keep sucking, baby⌠Mmm, yeah! Just like that! Iâm so close, donât stop!â Yujin moans, her voice trembling as her body arches, writhing with pleasure under Eunbiâs relentless tongue work. Eunbiâs mouth moves faster, sucking with fervor.
âYeah, Yujin, cum all over her mouth⌠let my girl taste you,â you say, watching the wild scene unfolding, slowing your thrusts to let Eunbi focus on making Yujin climax. Your girlfriend responds with a muffled moan, intensifying her movements, eyes shut tight in pure concentration, determined to bring Yujin to the edge.
Eunbi feels Yujinâs body tense under her tongue, each shudder racing through her like a live current, her moans rising until they turn into raw, guttural cries. âAhhh⌠yes, Eunbi⌠right there⌠make me cum, donât stop!â Yujin practically screams, her nails digging into the sheets, back arching, utterly lost in the moment. Her breaths come fast, each gasp a wave, as Eunbi continues licking with unwavering devotion, her tongue tracing and exploring every wet, trembling inch.
Eunbi, lips and mouth fully devoted to Yujinâs pleasure, mutters through a mouth full of desire, âCum for me, you dirty slut.â She grips Yujinâs thighs, pulling her closer, not letting any motion escape, savoring every drop. Yujin, utterly spent, sinks her head into the pillows, moaning as the waves of an overwhelming orgasm crash over her.
âFuck, Eunbi⌠ahhhh⌠Iâm cumming⌠cumming in your mouthâŚ!â Yujin gasps, lost in breathless moans and broken cries.
Eunbiâs tongue laps eagerly, drinking in every drop of the hot release that spills from Yujin. She swallows it all, low moans vibrating as she savors the rich taste. With her face still glistening, Eunbi leans back, enough to release a heavy sigh, feeling you sliding your cock in and out, slow and deliberate. âAhh⌠Iâm close too⌠almost there,â she whispers, voice thick with need. Yujin, still basking in the glow, laughs softly, a wicked gleam in her eye, as she slowly rises, hand reaching out to take the camera from you with a playful grin. âLet me handle this now⌠itâs time to make this sexy girl lose it.â
You pull slowly out of Eunbiâs ass, watching her shiver from the sudden emptiness. Now with the camera in Yujinâs hands, the heat in the room rises even more. âIâm capturing everything from this angle⌠from below, catching every detail.â She asks Eunbi to stand up, guiding you both to place a leg on the bed, opening up to the cameraâs raw, unfiltered view.
The two of you follow, adjusting your legs as Yujin instructed, exposing your bodies fully to the cameraâs keen eye. Breathing heavily, Eunbi steadies herself, half-closed eyes watching as you position yourself behind her, ready to continue. Yujin kneels just beneath her, angling the camera from the floor so it perfectly captures your cock lined up to press back into Eunbiâs ass, her face already anticipating the pleasure. âGo on, honey⌠I want to see you ruin her ass.â Yujin murmurs, her voice thick with desire.
With a firm grip on Eunbiâs hips, you press against her tight entrance once more, pushing slowly until youâre fully inside. Eunbi cries out, her head tilting back as Yujin looks up, licking her lips. âThatâs it, fill her up⌠I want to hear her moaning for you.â As the camera rolls, Yujin leans closer to Eunbiâs wet pussy, diving in hungrily, tongue exploring every part while the lens captures every second in vivid detail.
You clutch Eunbiâs hips tightly, thrusting deep into her tight ass, each stroke pulling raw, almost pleading moans from her. âThis is what you want, isnât it? To be fucked on every side like a dirty little slut,â you whisper, watching her face twist in pleasure, that wild glint in her eyes.
âMmm, yes⌠yes!â Eunbi cries, barely able to form words as Yujin, still on her knees between Eunbiâs parted thighs, eats her out with hungry intent, focusing especially on her swollen, sensitive clit, licking and pulsing rapidly. âYou love this, donât you?â Yujin murmurs against her wet skin, voice tinged with mischief. âHaving your man destroy your ass while I lick your wet pussy!â
âMmm, Yeah! I love this so much, I feel so slutty.⌠donât stop⌠fuck my ass harder, baby!â Eunbi begs, clutching her own breasts, every word punctuated by broken moans, Yujinâs fingers digging into her thighs, holding them wide open. You pick up speed, thrusting deeper, feeling her body tighten, her ass squeezing around your big cock as she surrenders completely, every inch of her body pulsing with ecstasy.
âSheâs almost there, honey,â Yujin says, looking up at you with a devilish gleam in her eyes. âMake her scream, baby, make sure she knows whoâs in charge.â
Eunbi writhes, half-closed eyes and face fully given over to pleasure, as you pound into her tight ass harder with each thrust. Her body quivers with each plunge, tense muscles, guttural moans spilling from her lips. Yujin, eyes fixed on Eunbiâs delirious expression, slips two fingers deep into her creamy pussy, moving with steady, firm thrusts, filling the room with the obscene, wet sounds of her every movement.
âAh⌠yes⌠yes!â Eunbi nearly screams, the sound choked by your relentless pace. Yujin leans down again, mouth capturing her sensitive clit, making a lewd sucking sound, her fingers sliding in and out of that creamy, soaking pussy, her hand slick with the hot juices flowing in response. Eunbiâs body arches, utterly surrendered to both of you, every nerve alive with intense, violent pleasure.
Then suddenly, she canât hold backâthe climax hits her like a tidal wave. Eunbiâs eyes roll back, seized by an orgasm that takes control of her, body twisting, clenching in spasms as she cries out, a release that nearly takes her breath away. Her pussy tightens hard around Yujinâs fingers, releasing waves of hot juice as her ass contracts around your cock, like sheâs trying to keep you inside, each pulsing contraction showing just how intensely she feels it.
âThatâs it, baby⌠cum for us,â you murmur, Yujinâs fingers still working quickly, every motion drawing more aftershocks until Eunbi nearly collapses, trembling uncontrollably.
You hold Eunbi close against you, feeling each spasm slowly easing, her soft tremors still rippling through her body as the final waves of her orgasm fade. Her sweaty, flushed face rests on your shoulder, eyes closed, a look of pure satisfaction on her lips as she feels you slipping out of her, inch by inch.
Yujin rises slowly, her gaze smoldering as she looks at both of you, her mouth still glistening with Eunbi's essence. She finally unhooks her bra, tossing it aside, and without a word, pulls you in for a deep kiss. Her tongue slides into your mouth, unashamedly sharing the salty, tangy taste of your girlfriendâs pussy, still hot on her lips. It's a slow, wet kiss, where she delights in teasing you, her mouth moving with a firmness that leaves you tense, craving more.
Eunbi, still catching her breath, practically purrs with desire, her half-lidded eyes watching the two of you devour each other. âI want some too,â she murmurs, her voice husky, almost a moan. Yujin smiles against your lips, then pulls Eunbi close, bringing the three of you together in a kiss dripping with lust.
Your tongues meet, sliding against each other in a hot, chaotic frenzy, the taste of Eunbi mingling between you all. The three of you breathe harder, each of you more ravenous than the last, devouring one another with no reservations. Yujin whispers something between kisses, her voice a mischievous murmur. âYou two drive me crazy... so delicious,â she says, her hand slipping to the nape of Eunbiâs neck, holding her firmly as she deepens the kiss, tongues tangling and teasing with each motion.
Eunbi moans softly against both your mouths, eyes closed, her fingers tracing along your thigh, slowly rising, each touch light and tempting. âYou and her made me cum so good, Iâve never felt anything like that before,â she whispers, her face so close you feel the heat of her words. âBut now, I want to see you cum for usâŚâ
Yujin joins her, âYes, baby, cover our faces with that hot cum.â The perverted tone in her voice only intensifies the heat pooling in your body.
âIf thatâs what you want, then both of you, get on your knees.â
Without hesitation, they sink down slowly, their eyes locked on yours, each movement a show of submission and desire. Eunbi kneels on your right, Yujin to your left, the two of them exchanging knowing looks and smiling, as if they already know whatâs coming. Both of their faces glow with anticipation, mouths slightly parted, hungry gazes that donât waver for a second.
You lean down, picking up the camera and angling it to capture every detail from above. The image on the screen shows Eunbi and Yujin looking up, lascivious smiles on their lips, eyes alight with excitement as they wait eagerly. âLook at you two,â you murmur, your voice thick with admiration and provocation. âMy girls, so beautiful and submissive, ready to take my load.â
Yujin starts first, gripping firmly as her tongue slides over the tip, already slick with pre-cum. âMmm... love your taste,â she murmurs, before opening her mouth and taking in the head, sucking slowly, feeling you throb against her tongue.
Eunbi watches, biting her lip, and soon joins in, leaning in to press soft kisses along the base while her hands caress your thighs and stomach, nails skimming your skin, leaving a trail of shivers. âGive us that hot load, baby,â she whispers with a voice full of desire, before licking slowly from the base to the middle of your shaft, leaving a wet trail as her eyes meet yours.
They take turns as if rehearsed, Yujin licking the frenulum with precision that makes you moan low, the tip of her tongue making slow, firm circles. Eunbi kisses along the length, making every inch wet and slick, creating a mix of warmth and moisture that leaves you harder than ever. âItâs so big⌠feels so good in my mouth,â she says, her hands stroking you as she looks up, that naughty smile on her face.
Yujin pulls Eunbi closer and murmurs, âLetâs show him how well we take care of himâŚâ Together, they begin running their tongues along the length of your cock, one on each side, meeting at the tip, exchanging a glance before diving back in, Yujin sucking the head while Eunbi gently sucks on your balls, her lips wrapping around them softly, alternating between kisses and gentle sucks.
âYouâre both going to make me cum like thisâŚâ you groan, unable to hold back the rising pleasure. Yujin looks up, her lips still wrapped around you, and mutters in a husky voice, âThen cum⌠we want every dropâŚâ
They both intensify, Eunbi now holding the base firmly while Yujin begins to stroke you.
You feel control slipping away and warn, âIâm closeâŚ,â your voice hoarse, each second bringing you closer to the edge. Yujin keeps sucking the tip, her lips pressing against the frenulum with calculated precision.
The pleasure builds, your whole body tense as Yujin and Eunbi wait, kneeling and ravenous, their beautiful faces filled with anticipation. Yujinâs grip tightens, her hand moving faster and firmer as she watches you, her gaze fixed on your face, studying every reaction with visible satisfaction. âThatâs it, keep going... let us feel everything,â she whispers, and increases the rhythm, sliding her hand with steady, relentless strokes, pushing you over the limit.
Eunbi watches each moment, licking her lips and sharing a provocative look with Yujin. âGo ahead, baby, donât hold back,â she murmurs, her voice soft but urgent, her fingers moving slowly over your balls, pressing lightly, matching the pace of Yujinâs strokes, both of them fully focused on taking you to the peak.
Feeling the imminent release, you give a low warning, âIâm... Iâm gonna cumâŚâ They both smile, faces eager and hungry, leaning in closer, offering their faces as canvases ready to receive every drop. The first spurt erupts powerfully, thick and hot, hitting Yujin squarely, dribbling down her cheek to her parted lips. She moans low, an expression of absolute pleasure as the cum slides down, licking the edge of her lips, savoring it slowly,âMmm, so fucking good!â she sighs, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. âCum more, baby, please!â
The second spurt lands on Eunbi, splashing across her forehead and dripping down her face. She moans loudly, closing her eyes and leaning forward for more, letting the cum glide down her skin with a satisfied smile. âGod... you came so much, baby,â she murmurs, licking her upper lip, tasting your release.
Youâre not done yet, the accumulated pleasure so intense that the third burst shoots out forcefully, landing right between the two of them. They look at each other, faces messy and glistening with your cum, eyes sparking with desire as each lets her tongue slide slowly, teasingly, toward the spot where the last drop fell. You hold the camera steady, capturing every detail: the hungry gaze they share, the tips of their tongues meeting right in the center of that thick, warm mixture.
Yujin is the first to lean in, her tongue moving slowly across Eunbiâs cheek, licking a trail of your cum dripping down her face, savoring every inch with deliberate care. âMmm, so good⌠hot and thick, just like I imagined,â she whispers, looking at you with a wicked smile before turning back to Eunbi.
Eunbi lets out a low moan, leaning in toward Yujin, her tongue finding drops at the corner of her friendâs mouth, and then her tongue slides a little further, sucking Yujin's chin, where there is a good portion of your cum accumulated. âYour cum tastes so good, baby,â Eunbi murmurs.
With the camera close, you capture the moment they start rubbing their tongues against each other, every movement intense, almost primal. Yujin chuckles softly, her hand caressing Eunbiâs face as she pulls her closer, lifting her own face slightly to spit onto Eunbiâs tongue, who receives it without hesitation. Yujinâs own tongue slides into Eunbiâs mouth with torturous slowness, mixing more of your cum with the taste of each other, low sounds of satisfaction echoing through the room.
Their mouths meet in a final, deep, wet, filthy kiss, licking and sucking everything away. The camera captures the final image: both of them with faces painted in your cum, eyes shining, wicked and satisfied.
You bring the camera closer, capturing every detail of their faces, smeared and glistening with the remnants of your pleasure. With a satisfied smile, you murmur, âFuck, you two look absolutely gorgeous like this, my perfect cumslutsâŚâ They look at each other and burst into laughter, a sweet, shared laugh, with that glint of someone whoâs gone all the way and loved every second of it.
Yujin, wiping a last drop off Eunbiâs brow with her thumb, looks straight into the camera and, with a playful grin, asks, âSo⌠did you enjoy this delicious experience? Was it worth it?â
You smile, nodding as the camera remains focused on their expressions. âIt was perfect. Better than I could have imagined.â Eunbi, still catching her breath with cheeks flushed, admits with a satisfied sigh, âI⌠had no idea it would feel this good. You two⌠it was indescribable.â
Yujin wraps an arm around Eunbi and says warmly, âI knew youâd love it! Thank you for trusting me and diving in. You were both incredible.â
âNow⌠how about a little farewell for our audience?â you suggest, your tone playful. The two exchange a glance, and without hesitation, they press their cheeks together, bringing their hands up in a cute little wave, blowing kisses toward the camera. âThank you for watching⌠see you next time!â they say in unison, an adorable tone that contrasts with what just happened, laughing softly as they say goodbye with their faces close, sharing light, carefree giggles.
You capture the final frameâtwo beautiful women, utterly relaxed, eyes still sparkling with excitement, completely caught up in the moment. With a final sigh, you end the recording, knowing you're one lucky fucking man.
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You step out of the shower feeling like a conqueror of the worldâor at least of your own little, unexpected corner of it. The coolness of the water still seems to dance over your skin, every muscle relaxed, every thought light, as if all the effort of the day had evaporated away. You throw on a T-shirt and loose pants and head into the living room, where the stars of the dayâEunbi and Yujinâare already settled in, looking comfortable, like veterans of many such adventures (and maybe, in Yujinâs case, thatâs not far from the truth).
Eunbi is curled up in a hoodie three sizes too big, looking perfectly cozy, while Yujinâs wrapped in one of Eunbiâs borrowed robes, savoring a generous spoonful of ice cream.
âSo, how are you two feeling?â you ask, the excitement in your voice almost dancing by itself.
The two exchange a knowing smile. âRelaxed,â Eunbi answers with a soft smile, her eyes still sparkling.
âAlive,â Yujin adds, pausing only to take another spoonful of ice cream. Then she turns to Eunbi with a casual look and a curious smile. âAnd the jealousy, honey? Howâd you hold up?â
Eunbi blushes, but she doesn���t look away, accepting the question as a challenge. âYou know⌠at first, yeah. It was hard seeing him⌠connecting with someone else. But as I watched how much he was enjoying it⌠I donât know, I think I started enjoying it, too.â
Yujin laughs softly, clearly pleased. âNow thatâs the spirit. And can I just say? For your first time with a girl, you were amazing.â She regards Eunbi with playful admiration. âAnd Iâm not just talking about technique, you know? It was more⌠your enthusiasm.â
Eunbi blushes even more but doesnât lose her smile. âWell⌠you made it easy.â
Yujin turns to you with that look of someone sharing the worldâs most obvious secret, adding, âAnd you⌠I have to say, those guys who seem quiet and reserved⌠they always end up being the best. Must be something to do with⌠attention to detail.â
You chuckle awkwardly, trying to hide the satisfaction that still shows. âLook, I never⌠really imagined Iâd be⌠with two incredible women like this.â You try, but words donât seem to be enough.
âOh, and getting paid for it, no less! How do you manage it?â
âThe money and the adventures are great,â you begin, feeling a sudden inspiration, âbut seeing my girl happy is what really matters to me. Iâm just in this for her, and for as far as she wants to go.â
Yujin gives a playful look between you and Eunbi. âSee? You two have something special. Most couples wouldnât even consider this, but you? Youâre here, having fun, creating intimate and unique memories, just embracing it all. No bullshit.â
Eunbi, still smiling with a mix of pride and tenderness, sighs. âYeah⌠but honestly? I think what makes it work is that we⌠talk. Like, really talk.â
âYes,â Yujin adds, âthatâs rarer than it sounds. And donât get me wrong, sometimes just the⌠physical part is great, you know? But having someone who understands and supports you? Thatâs the hard part to find.â She gives a soft, almost sentimental smile before diving back into her ice cream as if it were the last of its kind.
âSo, is it time for your podcast with Sana now?â Eunbi asks.
Yujin nods eagerly. âYep, straight from a hot session with you two to the spotlight.â
You laugh lightly. âCanât believe we have a celebrity in our apartment. How do you handle all these commitments?â
She leans in with an exaggerated expression of importance, pretending to adjust an invisible crown. âOh, darlings, youâre in the presence of a businesswoman. Important, in-demand, and⌠completely devoted to this fantastic ice cream!â
Eunbi smiles, her eyes shining with admiration. âIâm going to watch the episode! Bet youâll steal the show!â
âYou⌠err⌠You two are just so sweet, you know?â Yujin murmurs, but her voice breaks, a sudden, unexpected emotion making her words stumble. Tears start forming silently in her eyes as she tries, comically, to keep devouring the ice cream as if nothingâs happening. She laughs, a clumsy sob escaping as tears fall without ceremony. âSorry, itâs just⌠you know, itâs so good. This ice cream⌠is emotionally very intense, I guess. It just caught me off guard.â
Eunbi, a bit alarmed, asks softly, âYujin, are you okay?â
âOf course!â Yujin laughs again, still mixing her shaky voice with humor to brush it off. âItâs just⌠itâs like everything hit me all at once, you know? Just⌠tired. But nothing serious.â She wipes her tears with the back of her hand, smiling. âItâs not depression or anything, okay? Just a bit of burnout. Something light. Normal.â
You watch the tension unwind from her face, layer by layer, and feel something more than curiosityâreal concern, that uncomfortable feeling of seeing someone who seemed unbreakable finally give way. You sit next to her, wrapping an arm around her with almost reverent care.
âYujin,â you say, your voice low and steady. âIf you need anything, anything at allâŚâ
Yujin looks up, a little surprised, then smiles. Itâs almost a painful smile, one that wonât quite admit that maybe, just maybe, she really does need that offer of help. She shakes her head. âNo, really, you two are sweethearts. Itâs just⌠you know, sometimes itâs all a bit too much. And then I forget. Forget to breathe. Forget to⌠I donât know⌠take care of myself a little.â
Eunbi watches her closely, as if trying to decipher every word, every nuance. âItâs okay, you know? If you want to cancel the podcast⌠Sana will understand. Itâs just one episode.â
Yujin takes a deep breath and shakes her head, this time with a determined look. âOh, no⌠Sana is⌠Sana is one of the good ones. I want to go. Itâll be fun, I just need a little⌠I donât know, pep talk, maybe?â She gives a short laugh, but sadness lingers there, lurking, and her hand still trembles slightly as she sets her ice cream bowl on the coffee table.
Eunbi, however, doesnât give up. She holds Yujinâs hand between hers, firm and warm, grounding her, and says with a soft but resolute voice, âYujin, no matter what happens⌠weâre here. For anything you need, really.â
For the first time, Yujin looks at you both without any of her usual masks, and you see a glimmer of something vulnerable, almost fragile. She opens her mouth, and for a moment, you think she might say something heavy, something real. But instead, she lets out a dry, melancholy laugh.
âLook at me,â she says, her voice trembling slightly. âHere I am, getting all emotional, babbling a bunch of nonsense. God, I can be so ridiculous sometimes! But now that's enough, no more crying here! And I'm sorry about this, guys."
She gives you and Eunbi a look full of tenderness, as if she wants to capture this moment, this presence, this support that maybe, she hadnât expected. She jokes, her voice still a bit shaky: âYou know what? What if the three of us just formed a throuple, huh? A modern fairytale, all ours.â
You all laugh, the tension finally melting away. She wipes the tears from her eyes, standing up with a renewed energy. âJust kidding, of course. You two are wonderful together. If I joined this story, Iâd probably just ruin the magic.â She shrugs, adjusting her borrowed robe. âBesides, I like having the bed all to myself. You know, no fighting over the blanket.â
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Later, in the dark bedroom, you're completely out, already dreaming about absurdly nonsensical things. But Eunbi is nowhere near sleep. Sheâs lying there, shifting restlessly, as if waiting for you to wake up and ask what's wrong; finally, she loses patience and nudges your shoulder. Once, twice, three times, until you make some indistinct noise halfway between a snore and a "huh?"
âAre you awake, babe?â she asks, like the repeated pokes hadnât already given her the answer.
âNow I am,â you mumble, still keeping your eyes closed. âNot like I wanted to sleep or anything.â
âStop being silly,â she says, but her voice is soft, almost hesitant. Thereâs something in it that makes you crack one eye open. âIâm worried about Yujin.â
You turn to look at her, blinking in the dark to focus. âHmm, Yujin? The same Yujin who posted stories just a few hours ago, smiling on the plane? The same Yujin who left our apartment on the phone about a sponsorship offer from a... vibrator brand?â
Eunbi sighs. âYes, I know. But still⌠that doesnât mean sheâs actually okay.â
You let out a tired sigh, remembering how Yujin wasâlaughing, having fun, brimming with an energy that seemed unbreakable. Until, of course, she randomly started crying. âYeah, that was⌠weird. But youâve done that too, you know? Iâve seen you start crying out of nowhere sometimes.â
âThatâs when Iâm on my period, you dummy,â she mutters, resting a light but âthreateningâ hand on your shoulder and giving you a gentle smack. âTotally different.â
You laugh, pulling her a little closer. âAlright, alright. But seriously, babe, Yujinâs an adult, you know? Iâm sure this isnât the first time sheâs had a moment like that.â
âI know, but⌠should I have insisted that she rest?â
âYou did more than enough,â you say softly. âShe knows we were there for her. And Iâm sure sheâs grateful for that, you know? Just because she projects that âIâm indestructibleâ vibe doesnât mean she doesnât appreciate the support. If she needs anything, sheâll text you or some other friend. Sheâs fine, donât worry.â
Eunbi sighs again, but thereâs a bit more ease in it this time. âMaybe youâre rightâŚâ
âOf course I am,â you say, pulling her in even closer. âAnd besides, weâre gonna see her again, remember? Weâre gonna film more stuff together. Weâll get used to her freaking out, laughing, crying⌠itâs all part of the package.â
Eunbi raises an eyebrow, feigning a jealous look. âOh, yeah? Who says weâre filming with her again? Did you like her that much?â
You chuckle, catching her playful tone. âObviously. All for your success, babe. Itâs just strategic thinking, you know?â
She laughs, giving your chest a light smack. âAlright, strategist. I'm just kidding. It was really fun, the whole⌠experience.â
âGood. Now, go to sleep,â you say, exhausted.
âYes, Daddy,â she replies, a hint of sarcasm in her voice.
âOh, I like that,â you joke.
She rolls her eyes in the dark and replies, âDonât even start.â
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Pairing: Boyfriend! Jake X Afab! Reader
Genre: Smutđ (Minors DNI), fluff, slight angst, college AU, established relationship
Warnings: Soft Dom! Jake, protected & unprotected sex, baby daddy Jake, condom tempering (not by Jake), toxic mother trope, abortion mentioned, frat parties, multiple orgasm, oral (f. receiving), dirty talking, breeding kink, pregnancy sex, slight lactation kink, cream pie, squirting, body worship, body changes during pregnancy mentioned, slight degradation but mostly praising, hopefully I didnât miss out anything else.Â
Summary: Getting accidentally pregnant was the last thing you ever imagined. You were still in school, with so many plans for the future ahead of you. Yet, you felt certain that keeping the baby was the decision you wanted to make. What would your aloof mother think? and, perhaps most importantly, you wonder if Jake would feel the same way?
a/n: obviously, this fic was inspired by Sabrinaâs song but my friend recently showed me this cute movie called Look Both Ways, which I took heavy inspiration from as well. So enjoy baby daddy Jake! Please reblog and leave commentsâ not just likes!
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Word count: 16k
The bass of the music from downstairs were only a faint echo in your mind, the party a mere distraction compare to what you and your boyfriend were about to do in the frat house's microscopic bathroom.
Everything in your spatial consciousness was spinning in the best way possible. You were in that sweet spot of being drunk from the shots of tequila, yet sober enough to feel the highs of Jakeâs lips pressing messily against yours.
He had your back arched against the sink, his body pressed so close to yours that you couldnât help but melt under his overpowering presence. You moaned loudly into his mouth as his sinful tongue slipped past your parted lips, the deep kiss becoming desperate and full of lust.
The warmth of his mouth and the taste of him, mixed with the bitter spirits, sent your heart racing. His large hands soon glided along the underside of your thighs, slipping beneath the fabric of your skirt to grope the soft flesh of your ass. You tug at the soft strands of his hair tangled between your fingers, leaving his freshly permed curls disheveled.
"Fuck, miss you so much." He moaned, plump lips not even taking a second's break from sucking on your saliva coated lips. "How the hell did I survive without having my dick in you for so long.â
You giggled at his cuteness, pulling back slightly to give him a peck on the nose. âItâs only been one week, Jake, not forever.â
âFeels like forever,â He whined, burying his face in the crook of your neck to inhale your sweet scent. You let out a soft sigh as he started kissing your skin, leaving a trail of sloppy nibbles and licks that were sure to turn into prominent hickeys by the next day.
"But you know what I look forward to?" he sighed, mouthing at your delicate pulse as you crumbled with every lingering suck he left on your skin. You let out a soft hum, signaling you were listening, but were caught off guard when he suddenly hooked his arms under your knees and lifted you to sit on the slightly damp sink.
The new position allowed your legs to wrap around his waist, your hands threading around his neck as your fingers tangled in the soft hair at his nape. He was perfectly slotted between your thighs, giving him the freedom to shamelessly roll his hips into your core. Your eyes fluttered closed, and soft, whiny moans escaped you as you felt his hard on rubbing against your dripping center.
Jake looked at you, eyes hooded with lust, pupils blown out wide, and that signature smirk playing on his lips.
âFeeling just how tight your little pussy will be around my cock.â
Just the sound of his sultry accent was enough to make you moan with desire, your lips crashing back into his in a clumsy, heated embrace. The two of you exchanged thick globs of saliva, noses brushing as you breathed each otherâs air like it was oxygen. Your skirt rode up as he flipped it to reach the hem of your lace panties, tugging at the fabric haphazardly until they slid down to your knees, exposing your dripping core. Meanwhile, you hurriedly worked to unbuckle his belt, letting his pants and briefs fall to his ankles.
âJake,â You gasped, pulling away to catch your breath, your lips bruised and swollen. âJust fuck me right nowâ I canât wait any longer.â
âNo prep?" Jake rested his forehead against yours, a slight hint of worry flickering in his eyes. "Are you sure?" As much as he wanted to feel your walls engulf him with as little space as possible, the thought of hurting you gnawed at him, despite how horny and drunk he was.
âJakey, please, need you to fuck me hard until Iâm loose.â
You gave him that needy lookâ the one with that wild, almost unhinged glint in your eyes that he knew all too well. It was the same look that reminded him why he wanted to fuck you forever, burying himself inside you and staying there until the world fell apart. The heat of your words drew a deep, guttural growl from him, a sound filled with raw need, frustration, and the kind of bliss only you could give him.
"Condom, inside my chest pocket, now."
You didnât hesitate as you reached for a condom from his jacket. Jakeâs husky voice casting a spell that sent heat straight to your core, thickening the air with anticipation and arousal. The sharp sound of the plastic tearing open sent a thrill through your body, amplifying the intensity of the moment. Jake was just as eager, stroking his hard, leaking cock in preparation as you carefully rolled the condom down his length.
"Fuck, you're dripping, baby" Jake gripped your hips firmly, his other hand guiding the base of his cock as he teasingly circled the tip against your gaping hole. A gush of arousal soaked your folds, running down your inner thighs, and Jake had to bite his lip at how beautifully drenched you looked. "So fucking wet for me."
You let out a sharp gasp as he pressed his swollen head past your entrance, followed by a loud moan when he buried his entire cock inside you in one swift motion, not giving you a moment to adjust to the intrusion. Your hands clawed at his shoulders, and your legs wrapped tightly around his waist to steady yourself. Your walls burned from the tight stretch, stinging with the fullness of his girth. Yet, you couldnât help but buck your hips, the mix of pain and pleasure surging through your veins.
Jake began to pace himself once he bottomed out fully inside you, his hands gripping your thighs and spreading them wider to give himself more room to thrust in and out with ease.
âPussyâs so fucking tight,â he groaned, wincing at the vice-like grip your gummy walls had on him. Jake was losing his mind at how your dripping cunt fought to keep him inside, gripping him so hard he could barely move. Yet, the friction created as he forced himself out and slammed back in felt deliciously sublime, prompting him to increase the speed of his hips as he chased every bit of pleasure like a madman.
âGonna make you remember the shape of my cock, right, baby?â he asked, letting out a soft measured laugh at your fucked-out expression.
The space between your eyebrows scrunched up each time his fat tip hit the deepest parts of your insides, and the back of your head repeatedly thudded against the mirror with the force of his thrusts. You couldnât help but let out a strangled sound as his cock filled you completely with overwhelming pleasure. The drag of his delicious veins against your tender walls made your tongue slip out, caught in a haze of ecstasy that intensified the throbbing pressure in your stomach.
âShit, youâre so cute when you canât think straight, doll,â He cooed, sinking precisely into your sensitive cervix for what felt like the millionth time that night, just to hear how wet you were. The loud squelching of your juices echoed through the bathroom, and you were certain Jake was reveling in the wet, messy heat of it all.
"So fucking sexy like this." His fingernails dug into the plush of your thighs, holding you still as he pounded into you. Jake pressed a kiss by your ear, groaning, his voice a husky whisper as his thumb sneaked between your bodies to rub your aching clit. "Makes me wanna ruin you 'til you can't close your legs like a slut."
His reckless touch on your swollen pearl sent jolts of pleasure through you, your body trembling as the impending release built up inside you. Your stomach tightened, a surge of ecstasy rising so intensely it felt like you were on the verge of exploding, his cock reaching so deep that you can feel him in your lungsâ
"J-Jake!" His name spilled from your lips, trembling and edged with agony from the overwhelming pleasure. "I'm so close, fuck, IâIâm gonna cum."
"I know, baby," Jake gritted out, teeth clenched as your walls squeezed and throbbed around him erratically. He knew you were close, especially with the way your hands tugged at his damp hair and your head shook vigorously as he continued to tease your clit with expert precision.
"Come for me, thatâs it, beautifulâ"
You felt the familiar blinding lights taking over your vision as you came undone on his cock within seconds. Jake didnât stop bucking his hips while your body slumped heavily against the sink before finally stilling with one last hard thrust. His eyebrows furrowed, and his lips uttered curses aloud as it became increasingly wet, sloppy, and messy between your legs. There was so little room between your bodies that his balls were practically suction-cupping themselves to your ass, filling the condom with his creamy release.
Jake rested his forehead against yours, both of you panting heavily into the small space between you. Your mouths hovered just an inch apart, breathing hard from the intensity, while the air around you thickened, heavy with the humid scent of sex and sweat.
As the fog in your mind started to clear and your heartbeat slowed enough for you to catch your breath, Jake pulled his cock out of you, rolling off the used condom and tying it before tossing it aside. But your gaze lingered on himâ his chest heaving, his eyes dark with lingering arousal, and his wet cock still hard against his abdomen.
"Fucking hell," Jake cursed, desperation thick in his voice as he cupped your jaw, his eyes pleading for your attention. His other hand brushed back the damp strands of hair clinging to your skin. "I need to fuck you again, baby, please. I'm so fucking horny for you." There was pain hinted at the edge of his tongue, his pleading gaze ignited something primal within you. You were both exhausted, yet the sheer need in his eyes made it impossible to resist.
Ignoring the tremor in your legs, you let Jake manhandle you, spinning you around and bending you over the sink. You caught a glimpse of your reflection, your hair and makeup in disarray, while Jake hastily put on another condom. It was the first time he had ever asked for a second round, and the sheer need in your body triggered a craving to feel his cock stretching you again, yearning to experience every inch of him filling you up once more.
He bunched your skirt up, rocking his head against your entrance before pushing his entire cock inside you with little resistance. You relaxed your walls to welcome him wholeheartedly, and both of you let out satisfying moans in unison. Jake didnât miss a beat, immediately thrusting at an ungodly pace, his hands gripping your hips tightly enough for you to feel the sting of his hold. You felt a slight pinch of pain from his roughness, yet it only added to the pleasure that began to build, to the point where you started to lose track of where you began and he ended.
âSuch a good girl for me.â Jake swore he was fucking in love with the way you pushed your hips back to meet his thrusts, watching your jiggling ass bounce with every collision of flesh against his abdomen. âCould fuck this pretty pussy every second, and I still wouldnât get enough of it.â
You choked back your tears and saliva as Jake tangled his fingers in your hair, roughly pulling you back and forcing your spine to arch. The new angle allowed him to strike your cervix relentlessly, making you scream in pleasure, loud enough that the entire party probably knew you were having sex at this point. You glanced at his reflection, his head thrown back as he moaned and hissed every time you squeezed your walls around his sensitive length deliciously.
The pressure in your stomach teetered on the edge, your clit throbbing madly as Jake split you open relentlessly, leaving you feeling like a ragdoll, surrendering to his every desire. The stimulation was so intense that you could taste your second release on the tip of your tongue. But this one was different from the firstâ far more intense. It struck you that you were on the brink of squirting from sheer overstimulation.
"C-Can't take it anymoreâ" you gasp, desperately clawing at the smooth surface of the sink for leverage. "Need you to fill me up and make me full.â
That was all it took for your boyfriend to feel outmatched, pushing him over the edge and making him fully commit to ravishing you to your core. Like a switch flipping, Jake shifted, bending one of your legs onto the counter as he planted his foot firmly on the tiled floor, mounting your lower half and stretching your pussy mercilessly. The force had your chest pressed flat against the surface as you gasped for air.
âGotta fill you up, little slut,â he taunted right in your ear, but his voice faltered as he neared his own high, using his words to push both of you closer to the edge. âIâd fuck you full of my cum, get it so deep inside you, baby, you wonât even be able to squeeze all of me out.â
Jake smirk haughtily as all you could do was to reach back and pull his thighs closer as he fucked you like his personal flashlight.
âOh, youâd like that, wouldnât you, baby? Love it when a part of me's swimming inside you.â At this moment, Jake was practically spouting dirty thoughts off the top of his head, biting his lip to suppress an almost whiny moan, holding on to his high just a little longer to let you drown in yours first.
Your response was reduced to fucked-out babbling, making Jake almost chuckle at how ethereal you looked breaking apart because of his cock. In the back of your foggy mind, you wished the barrier of the latex condom would disappear, imagining how raw and textured heâd feel stroking every inch of your walls.
Just the thought of that sent you spiraling over the edge, the once heated sensation bursting like millions of butterflies in your stomach as waves of pleasure constricted your throat. Jake looked down to see your sweet juices pouring between your legs, drenching his thighs and the floor below as you hit your second orgasm in complete bliss.
Burying his face in your hair, Jakeâs frame lurched greedily, releasing himself right after you. He choked out groans after groans, emptying ropes of hot cum into the condom. It didnât take long for him to finish, relishing the solace of the afterglow, yet he stayed wrapped around you from behind, shielding you before you could collapse in exhaustion.
"Good job, sweetheart. Just like that, I've got you, baby girl."
Jake could say the filthiest and meanness things during sex, but moments like this made you appreciate the beautiful juxtaposition of it allâ a perfect balance of wild and soft.
"You did so well, baby. I'm so proud of my pretty girl. Always so good for me."
He kissed the side your forehead, showering you with honey-coated compliments as you rested your head in your hands in complete surrender, softly sobbing at how wrecked you felt after such intense pleasure. Everything felt perfect and warm as he let you catch your breath and calm your nerves, his hands gently squeezing your thighs for comfort. Before long, the party's music filtered back into the room, and the muffled sounds of others laughing drunkenly passed through the hallway behind the closed door, signaling that you both were beginning to regain your bearings and clean up the mess youâve made.
âWhat are you smiling at?â you shot him a side-eye from the mirror as you fixed your mascara, catching Jake leaning against the sink, arms crossed, watching you with complete bliss and biting his lip to hold back a grin. You both knew it would be tough to rejoin your friends without looking like youâd just had mind-blowing sex. Then again, your social circle was all too familiar with you and Jake disappearing suddenlyâit was no secret what the two of you had been up to.
âJake, seriously, youâre starting to creep me out,â you added, eyeing him suspiciously as his grin widened.
"Hmm, I don't know," Jake mused, sighing contentedly as he lazily wrapped his arms around your waist, resting the bridge of his nose on your shoulder to bask in your scent. The soft light illuminated his face, making his eyes glimmer like you were the center of his world. "I think I need to make you squirt more often, because that was so fucking hot."
You let out a scoff. âYeah, maybe its because you wonât stop running your mouth about your freaky breeding kink on me,â You teased, playfully rolling your eyes, though you couldnât stop the blush creeping up your cheeks.
âC'mere, baby, let me put a baby in you.â Jake leaned in with a mock pout, pulling you closer into his side. His tone dripped with sarcasm as he lowered his voice to an exaggerated sultry whisper.
"Eww, Jake, stop it!" You shoved his face, feigning annoyance but laughing at how ridiculous he was.
The genuine laughter you shared made the moment feel pure and carefree, a blissful innocence that you cherished with Jake. It was almost naive, as if you were both untouched by the weight of the world. Looking back, those playful words were more than just a jokeâ they were a subtle hint of the storm brewing, the harsh reality that fate had quietly set in motion.
You felt like your whole world was turning upside down, and it wasnât just figurativelyâ it was literal. The familiar burn of nausea crept up your throat, your stomach twisting as the astringent taste started to rise up to your esophagus, making everything spin.
Two red lines stared back at you, the cause of it all. The first test brought denial, the second was to make sure, and the third was acceptanceâ gripped by absolute shock as the reality set in.
You were definitely pregnant.
This had to be a bad dream, right? So why werenât you waking up from this nightmare that was becoming your reality? You sat on the toilet for what felt like forever, tears blurring your vision as your blood ran cold, leaving you physically trembling. Just as you were on the verge of spiraling, teetering on the edge of losing it, you summoned the last bit of strength you had left and reached for your phone to call your best friend.
âAre you sure, Y/N?â Lena stammered at the other line of the call, obviously shocked by the sudden news. âI mean, it could be a faulty test, right? It happens all the time. Maybe you just took it too early, orââ She trailed off, grasping for any reason to make sense of situation.
âI took three tests, Lena. All of them were positive. I've been throwing up all day,â You cut her off, managing to say the words with surprising calmness. ââŚand I didnât get my period last month.â
That last sentence dropped like a bombshell in the conversation, heavy and palpable. You found yourself staring at the tiles on the floor, feeling your heartbeat pounding in your throat.
"My mom's gonna kill me," You confessed, sniffling as tears pooled down your cheeks.
"Then she'll have to walk over my dead body to get to you,"
You let out a shaky laugh, tears still streaming down your eyes as your best friend's fierce protectiveness washed over you like a safety net.
Since sophomore year, she had been your unwavering rock, and sharing a room had forged an unbreakable bond between you two. You had witnessed each otherâs tears, shared countless laughter-filled nights, and navigated through the chaos of sleepless mornings. In that moment, you realized how deep your connection truly ran, and how you would always stand by each otherâ no matter the challenges that lay ahead.
"You're at your mom's for the weekend, right?" Lena asked, her voice laced with concern. "Did she say anything?"
You shook your head, wiping away the streaks of tears. "No, she's out with her friends. I told her I had a stomach bug, so she just left me alone." The lie tasted bitter, but you couldn't bring yourself to face the truth with her yet.
You'd never had a great relationship with your mother.
Since childhood, her overbearing nature always overshadowed any sense of nurture. To outsiders, she might have seemed strict, but to you, she was much more than that. Your relationship felt like a façadeâ one-sided and suffocating. She controlled every detail of your life: the school you attended, the friends you made, the choices you hadâ all under the guise of it being for your own good.
It was isolating, exhausting, but how could you have known any different?
That was the only kind of 'love' you'd ever experienced from her.
As a woman, you understood her fearâ that she didnât want you to end up like her, a single mother struggling to make ends meet. But as a daughter, you felt lost, torn between resentment and attachment. Despite everything, a part of you still craved her approval, even after all these years, no matter how insecure she made you feel.
The memories came crashing down all at once, drowning your mind with an intensity that you couldnât ignore. Layer by layer, the real emotion beneath it all surfaced, raw and exposed, stripping away every defense youâd built.
"Lena," you whispered, your voice barely audible, a fragile plea that echoed through the cold, empty bathroom of your motherâs house.
"I'm so fucking scared."
You heard a sharp intake of breath on the other end of the call, realizing you might have overburdened Lena with such heavy responsibility. Then came the small sniffles, and your heart ached for her. Lena had always been the strong one between the two of youâ the sensible one who didnât let emotions or opinions sway her. But when it came to you, she never hesitated to show her vulnerability.
"Y/N, I'm here for you," Lena's voice was steady, a lifeline in the chaos. "If the odds are against you every step of the way, just know I'll always be there. You're stronger than you think, whether you believe it or not. We'll get through this, okay? Believe it."
The fear slowly dissipated from your body. It was still there, lingering in the background, but the relief of having an anchor, someone to hold you steady, eased some of the weight. It didnât mean everything would be fine, but at least you werenât facing it alone.
âAre you planning to tell Jake about the pregnancy?"
You leaned back, feeling the weight of yet another hurdle coming your way.
Oddly enough, you werenât as stressed about telling Jake as you thought you would be. You knew, without a doubt, the baby was his. It had always been him, from the very beginning until now. No matter the circumstances, you both always used protection, and it made the situation feel unfair, frustrating even, that this was happening despite being so careful.
"I'll have to tell him, won't I?" You bit the inside of your cheek, fingers raking through your hair as the weight of the decision settled in. From the other end, you heard Lena hum softly, offering silent support. "It makes me feel guilty, keeping it from him," you continued, your voice softer now. "He deserves to know too."
"If that's your decision, Y/N, then I'm all for it," Lena's voice was like a lifeline, and you found yourself nodding along, feeling a small sense of relief.
"Weâll talk more when you're back. For now, rest up and eat something, okay?"
"Okay," you agreed softly. "Thank you, Lena. I love you."
"I love you too, babe."
As the call ended, silence filled the bathroom, the weight of everything crashing back down. You stood up slowly, shoving the pregnancy test into your pocket before heading to the sink. The cold water felt like a shock to your system as you splashed it on your face, trying to freshen up, trying to calm the storm inside. Your mom would be home any minute, and you needed to pull yourself together before you faced her.
But as you glanced at the mirror, you froze. Taking a step back, you caught your full reflection. Your hand instinctively drifted to your stomach, resting there, your eyes fixated on that part of your body as if it held something fragile, something precious.
Without hesitation, you had already made up your mind.
The decision was clear, solidified in your heart. Now, it was only a matter of telling the people around youâ facing them head-on, no matter the reactions, no matter the consequences thrown at you. You knew what you wanted, and nothing could change that. The hardest part was yet to come, but you were ready. Or at least, you had to be, for the sake of the baby.
You and Lena stood on the front porch of the frat house, the thumping bass of the music vibrating through the ground, colorful lights flashing from the windows. A group of guys passed by, carrying crates of booze, laughing and shoving each other as they rushed inside. This was just another typical Friday night, the same parties you'd been to countless times before.
But this time, it was different.
What once felt thrilling now felt heavy. It had only been three days since you found out you were pregnant, and now it was finally time to tell Jake the truth. Breaking the news during a party wasnât ideal, but with exam season looming just a few weeks away, he had been buried in his studies and packed schedules. Before you left to visit your mother, you had promised him you would meet him at the party his frat brothers were hosting. You wanted to tell him sooner rather than later, feeling the weight of the secret pressing down on you.
âReady?â Lena asked, pulling you from your thoughts. You nodded, even though your mind was far from prepared. Still, your body moved forward, stepping into the house with a single intention in mind.
As always, the frat party was a chaotic messâ a dumpster fire than anything resembling fun.
People spilled out into the backyard, filling every corner with shouts of excitement and laughter. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, spilled beer, and a faint haze of smoke. You maneuvered through clusters of people, dodging arms flailing from overenthusiastic dancers, while a group of guys at the far end chanted loudly, egging on someone attempting to chug down a towering concoction that was far too much for any person to handle.
Lena had already left to meet your other flat mates, Ningning, who were somewhere in the mayhem as well. She had insisted on staying with you, but you reassured her that you needed to do this on your own. She gave you an encouraging smile, though it was strained with concern, mouthing âgood luckâ before vanishing into the crowd.
You scanned the room quickly, eyes darting in hopes of catching a glimpse of your boyfriend in the crowd, but he was nowhere in sight. Giving up, you headed towards the dim hallway leading to the back rooms, where you spotted Sunghoon and Jay leaning casually against the wall, deep in conversation with red cups in hand. Their eyes lit up when they saw you approaching.
You shoot them a small smile. âHey guys, have you seen Jake in this mess?"
Jay raised an eyebrow, placing a hand on his chest to feign offense. âIâm gonna ignore how rude that sounded, 'cause youâre looking at the mastermind of it all,â he joked, causing you to laugh when you saw Sunghoon rolling his eyes at his friend.
âHe went to grab more drinks for the beer pong game later,â Sunghoon chimed in, loud enough over the music, nodding toward the kitchen. âYou might find him there.â
You thanked them and made your way toward the kitchen, grateful for the chance to escape the chaos of the main party. The noise dulled slightly as you reached the quieter part of the house, the kitchen door slightly ajar. Fewer people lingered here, just a couple of others milling around, chatting quietly. It was a breather from the overwhelming energy outsideâ an oasis of calm amidst the havoc.
You spotted your boyfriend's figure from afar, wearing the familiar denim jacket he always lent you over one of his hoodiesâ the same ones you were sure you'd 'stolen' and given back a dozen times. He was crouched down by the huge fridge, hauling out what you assumed to be chilled alcohol for the game later. You carefully approached him from behind.
âI swear to God, if you're here to yap at me for being slowââ
âI thought you liked it when I yap and you listen,â You mused, snickering as he let out a surprised âWhat the fuck!â and almost hit his head on the top of the fridge.
He stood up with a playful grin once he recognizes your voice, the corners of his smile stretching so wide that his cheekbones popped out. His eyes glinted under the dim kitchen light before he swooped you off your feet, wrapping you in a tight hug.
You never knew how much you needed his embrace until you felt it.
You buried your face into the crook of his neck, breathing in the familiar scent of fresh laundry and the warmth of summer sunlight. His hands held your almost fragile frame gentlyâ one arm wrapped around your waist, while the other ran softly through your hair. The tenderness, laced with a sense of quiet possessiveness, made you melt instantly. His laughter rang like music in your ears, almost pulling you out of the moment, reminding you that soon youâd have to tell him you were pregnant. The thought made you cling to him tighter before he could pull away and break the hug.
"Sorry, I thought you were Jay just now," he apologies with a chuckle, closing the fridge door.
You pulled back, âJay? Wow, I knew I was second place, but didnât think Iâd lose out to him.â
âPlease, donât.â He scrunched up his nose in disgust, letting out an exasperated sigh. âHeâs been at my ass all day, and I donât want him ruining our time tonight, yeah?â Leaning down, he pressed a loving peck to your lips, his eyes sparkling with affection.
You hummed softly in response, a smile creeping onto your face, but inside, a twinge of guilt gnawed at you. You were about to drop a bombshell that could change everything, and the thought made your heart race. âI get it. Just focus on having fun tonight,â you replied, trying to keep your tone light despite the weight of your secret.
Jake took a deep breath, excitement bubbling just beneath the surface. âI actually have some good news to tell you,â he said, glancing at you with a wide grin that made your heart flutter.
Your curiosity piqued, and you leaned in closer. âWhat is it?â
He couldnât contain his enthusiasm, running a hand through his hair in a nervous gesture. âI got a call from the aerospace company that I applied to as my first choice for my internship, andâŚâ He paused, glancing up at you, his eyes sparkling with anticipation as he bit his lower lip.
âI got in.â
Your heart drop to the floor, a mix of apprehension profuse the joy swirling within you.
Fuck, you were so incredibly happy for him. You had witnessed him at his hardest, and you understood just how much this fruit of his labor meant to Jake. As a literature student who could barely remember where the calculator app was on your phone, you felt worlds apart from his major. Yet, you knew how tirelessly he had worked, calling you late at night to share his worries and pour out his hopes and dreams. This was the only reputable company that could offer him a decent wage in exchange for experience and rapport in the future.
This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for him.
You stared at him, unsure how to react appropriately with your current mindset, your heart aching with a sunken, bitter feeling. The light in his eyes shone like beacons as he waited for your response, expecting you to share in his joy and rapture over the achievement, totally oblivious to your internal struggles. But as you opened your mouth and then closed it again, words eluded you, and heavy breaths made the air feel suffocating.
You have to tell him, you have to tell him now.
âHey, love, whatâs going on? You look like youâve seen a ghost. Is everything okay?â Jake sensed something was wrong immediately, reaching out to squeeze your shoulders as he studied your expression. Concern furrowed his brow, and his voice softened.
You have to, you have to tell him, the nagging voice in the back of your mind insisted, drowning out Jake's worried tone. Your heart raced, each beat echoing the weight of the secret you were holding.
âJ-Jake,â You breathed out, forcing yourself to calm down as you swallowed hard the tears down. He looked back at you, his gaze so delicate and tender that it eased some of the tension in your body. This was it. You were finally going to tell him.
âJake, Iâmââ
Your phone rang, interrupting the moment and pulling you back to a nervous wreck. The incoming call distracted you just enough to pause, and you fished your phone out of your pocket, hoping to silence it quickly. But when you saw the caller ID, your heart sank. It was your motherâ the last person you wanted to hear from right now.
You glanced up at Jake, who was still watching you with a mixture of concern and curiosity, and you hesitated. Should you answer it? Your mother always had a knack for timing, and you werenât sure you were ready to face whatever she might say. But your gut told you to answer before an even bigger storm might brew. Taking a deep breath, you swiped to answer, turning slightly away from Jake to create some privacy.
âHello?â you said, trying to keep your voice steady, your hand gripping the phone a little too tight.
There was a brief pause on the other end, then your motherâs familiar voice broke through, laced with tension. âCome home this instant,â she said, her voice tight, barely masking a simmering anger.
You felt Jakeâs eyes still on you, his concern deepening as you tried to keep calm. Your heart started to race.
âMom, can it wait? Iâm in the middle of something right now.â
âNo, it canât,â she cut you off sharply, her voice dropping to a low that was too calm for the norm that sent a cold shiver down your spine.
âI found the pregnancy test box, Y/N. You come home right now.â
The line went dead. The call had endedâ but you felt like your heart had stopped, too.
Everything around you faded, and the weight of her words hit like a punch in the gut. It felt as though the skies were collapsing, the floor beneath you quaking, and a massive tsunami was about to engulf you, drag you under until you were drowning in its depths. Your mind screamed, but it was muffled, like you were submerged underwater, gasping for air. The panic consumed you, threatening to pull you under until Jakeâs hands grabbed you, grounding you in the moment.
"Y/N?â His voice pierced through the chaos, pulling you back to your feet. He held you tightly, eyes wide with fear. âWhatâs going on?"
The concern etched into his face only made it harder to breathe, and you realized that everythingâ the secret, your mother's words, and now his worryâ was closing in around you.
âI-I have to g-go,â you stammered, your voice trembling as the words spilled out before you could stop them. Jakeâs confused expression only mirrored the chaos inside you, his brow furrowing in concern as he watched you struggle. The words felt foreign, like they didnât belong to you, slipping from your lips without your permission.
âI-Iâm sorry, Jake, Iââ you said quickly, your words rushing together as the urge to flee surged inside you. âMy momâ she needs me. I-I have to go. I-Iâll explain later, I promise, I swear I will, but I just canât do it right now."
There was a heavy silence between you, thick and suffocating. In your panic, it felt like an invisible chasm had opened between the two of you, a space you couldnât cross. Jake just stared at you, really looked at you, his eyes searching yours, trying to understand the storm raging inside. You could see it clearly: he wanted to reach out, to help, to ask what was wrong.
But he knew. He knew that pushing you right now would only make it worse. If he asked you what was wrong, it would shut you down completely, triggering an even deeper spiral of panic. It would be like setting off a chain reaction, a cascade that neither of you could control. So, in that brief, agonizing moment, Jake made the choiceâ the most rational one he could. He stepped back emotionally, even if he wanted to do the opposite, because he trusted you enough to do it.
"Okay," he said softly, his voice steady and calm, though you could see the tension in the way he closed his eyes for a brief moment, as if grounding himself. When he opened them again, they were full of quiet understanding. "Okay, alright," he repeated, nodding slowly.
âDo you need me to drive you there?"
You shook your head, trying to steady your shaky breath. âItâs okay,â you murmured, âLena can drive me there.â
Jake nodded, his expression softening slightly, though the uncertainty still lingered. In that moment, you realized youâd let something slipâ Lena knew something he didnât. You could see it register in his eyes, that small detail, and though he didnât ask, it seemed to give him a bit of solace.
âOkay, then Iâll see you later?â Jakeâs voice was gentle, no malice, no pressureâ just pure reassurance. You nodded quickly, already turning to find Lena, but something pulled you back. Before you knew it, you were taking a few steps back to him.
Without warning, you cupped his face in your hands and kissed him deeply. It was sudden, impulsive, but necessary. Jake responded immediately, his hands instinctively finding their place on your hips, pulling you closer as if you were meant to fit together like this. The familiar spark ignited in your stomachâ the same fireworks that always went off when you kissed him like this. But you knew this wasnât the time to get lost in it, not when the weight of everything was still hanging between you. As much as you craved the comfort of this moment, you couldnât let it deceive you into thinking everything was okay, not yet.
You broke the kiss, your heart heavy. Without looking back at Jake, afraid of the emotion in his eyes that might unravel you, you turned away and walked toward the uncertainty awaiting you.
You told Lena to wait in the car as you made your way toward the front door of your childhood home.
The house had aged intricately over the years, like an old photograph fading with time. The paint had faded, the pipes were rusted, and there were dents and scratches on the concrete frame despite the darkness of the night. You could almost see your younger self playing in the soil of the front yard, learning to ride your bicycle along the pavement, and spending whole days looking out the front door window, watching your neighbors across the streetâ the mother and daughter holding hands, heading off to the movies or the park.
You couldnât remember the last time you held your motherâs hand.
The living room was eerily calm, the chill in the air contrasting with the faint glow from the dining room where the kitchen was. Under the chandelier's soft light, your mother sat at the end of the table, a mug of tea beside three pregnancy test boxes sheâd found in the bathroom trash. The sight made your chest tighten. You didnât dare step fully into the kitchen, stopping at the entrance. Crossing your arms, you tried to keep your trembling fingers at bay, the weight of the confrontation pressing down on you.
âWhat was the result?â She asked, her voice aloof and measured. Your mother didnât look up at you at first, resting her chin on the palm of her hand, her gaze fixed on the table.
âMom, I can explainââ
âWhat was the result, Y/N?â She looked up at you, and the sight took you aback. She looked exactly the same as she did when you were youngerâ emotionless and disappointed. Every day brought the same look, and to be truthful, you were getting sick of it.
You let out a deep exhale, the ticking of the clock on the wall booming in the silence like a bomb.
âIâm pregnant.â
For a moment, there was nothingâ just the sound of your own heartbeat drumming in your ears. You knew she already knew the answer to the question, but saying it out loud, was what made her explode.
âWhy would you do this? Why would you ruin our lives?â Her voice broke through the stillness, sharp and furious. You closed your eyes when she finally screamed at you, when she finally snapped. A part of you almost welcomed the outburstâ it was better than the cold, emotionless calm. At least now she was showing something, even if it was anger you never wanted to face.
âI gave you everythingâ an education, food, clothes, a home. What more could you possibly need?â she spat, listing out each thing like a burden sheâd carried for years, each word cutting deeper than the last like you were some kind of chore that needs to be completed.
"Why did you let this happen to yourself?"
"Mom, please, it was an accident, okay? Do you really think I wanted to get pregnant right now?" Your voice grew louder, more adamant, as frustration surged through you. The insinuation that you had done this on purpose felt like a slap to the face, and you couldn't hold back the intensity any longer.
"Does he know, hmm?" Her voice dripped with mockery, almost ending in a cruel laugh as she rolled her eyes dramatically, like she already had it all figured out. "Do the guy or guys youâve been fucking, know about this?" She leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest, her gaze piercing through you like she was daring you to respond.
Anger started to bubble up inside you.
You had constantly reminded her that you had a boyfriend, afraid of how she might initially react, but slowly easing her into the idea of Jake since you started dating. But she always seemed uninterested. Every time you suggested a small lunch or dinner to get to know him, she was "too busy" or had some excuse. It reached a point where mentioning his name would earn you that same blank expressionâ like she had no idea who he was. You had to remind her again and again, as if his mere existence wasnât even worth remembering in her life.
"No, I havenât told Jakeâ my boyfriend, about the pregnancy yet," You explained, sucking your teeth as you tried to keep your voice calm and civil despite your current temper.
"But I was going to, until you decided to call me."
"Oh, so this is my fault now?" she shot back, her voice rising with incredulity as she stood up from the chair, her frustration spilling over. "My fault that you didnât tell your boyfriend? You think he didnât have a hand in this? That he didnât know exactly what he was doing when he got you into bed?"
"Mom, that's disgusting! Why would you even say that?" You yelled, feeling heat rise to your head at her accusation against Jake, as if he had lured you. This was itâ her strategy every time you argued, twisting the conversation to make you feel guilty, manipulating your words against you to gaslight you further.
"Jake would neverâ"
"I don't want to hear it," she interrupted, holding up her hand to silence you. You hated that you instinctively obeyed, that your body seemed to give her the authority.
"You're having an abortion," she declared, as if her decision were final. "You're going to transfer to a community college close to home, and you're going to leave the dorm. No more of your friends' influence."
You shake your head with defiant, standing your ground.
âYou can't control my life anymore, Mom," Your face and body felt defeated, not because you were giving in, but because you were so emotionally exhausted that you could barely summon the energy to fight back.
"And I'm not having an abortion because that's not for you to fucking decide."
Your mother scoffed, marching toward you with her eyes wide, filled with disbelief, as if she couldnât fathom what you had just said.
âIs this some kind of revenge against me?â she demanded, her voice rising with each syllable. âI knew you werenât happy with me, but I never expected you to pull a stunt like this! Wake up, Y/N! Be fucking mature for once! This is realityâ own up to your mistake!â She punctuated her words with a sharp gesture, her finger jabbing the air between you right up to your face.
She stared directly into your eyes, her jaw clenched in anger, and you fought to hold back the tears threatening to spill over.
âYou're just like your fucking father,â she whispered, the insult leaving a bitter burn in her mouth.
You watched as her face began to process the weight of her words, finally opening the Pandora's box of emotions. Years of pent-up frustration, anger, and hatred had found their origin, and you could finally understand why she acted the way she did. The way her expression twisted whenever one of her friends mentioned how much you resembled your father, the absence of any pictures or traces of him in the houseâit all made sense now. You werenât even sure if he had ever paid child support or if he simply allowed your mother to have sole custody when you were born.
But none of it mattered anymore; at this point, you just didnât care to know.
"That's it, isn't it? That's the reason my life ended up like this." You pressed, your voice thick with repugnance, like a time capsule unsealed, exposing the buried resentment lodged deep in your heart. A sneer nearly crossed your lips as you watched your motherâs whole body and face seemed to recoil.
"And you have the audacity to pin me as some revenge-driven monster? Well, take a good look in the mirror, Mom." You spat the last words venomously, your eyes narrowing and fists clenching at your sides as she flinched.
"Well now you don't have to worry anymore, because I don't ever want to see you again." You said, stepping back without hesitation as your hand tightening around the doorframe.
There were so many things you wanted to tell her, so many broken and damaged pieces she left behind on the path for you to rebuild. But now, you didnât think it was worth it anymore. It was time to let go of those pieces, to let them shatter on the ground, and finally forge something of your own.
Your mother stood frozen, her face pale as the words slowly sank in. For some reason, from this new angle in the light, the wrinkles on her face seemed deeper, the strands of white in her hair more prominentâ visible signs of how much time had passed, how long you had suffered beneath her, though you hadnât truly noticed until now.
You caught a glimpse of a doodle near the kitchen entrance as you turned away, the charcoal lines of a pencil embedded in the wallpaper. You remembered it clearlyâ marking your own height as a child because there was no one around to help you. That sense of independence, forged so young, was the reason you were so driven to break free, to shatter the chains the moment you were able.
"I hope you have a happy life mom."
Your final, genuine wish echoed through the lonely kitchen as you walked away from your mother for the last time, swearing never to look back again.
You looked up from your phone when you heard soft knocks on your bedroom door. You were lying comfortably on your bed, but you sat up to see who was coming in. You knew Lena and Ningning mentioning they were going out to buy groceries later, which left only one other person who knew where the emergency key was kept hidden at the entrance.
"Knock, knock," Jake's voice called out playfully as he popped his head through the slightly open door. "I brought you cookies." You couldnât help but laugh at the sight as he tiptoed in with a puppy-like grin, carefully closing the door behind him. In his hand, he held a brown bag with the logo of your favorite bakery from across the street, sitting at the edge of your mattress.
"You didnât have to." You cooed, taking the bag with a grateful smile.
He shrugged as you scooted over, making room for him to settle beside you. "I know, but I wanted to. Besides, cookies always make you feel better."
The smell of warm cinnamon and sweet chocolate invaded your senses, and though you would have devoured the cookies like any other day, the lingering effects of your morning sickness made everything taste and smell a little off. So, you hesitated, placing the bag aside for now.
You and Jake leaned back against the headboard of your bed, your shoulders pressed together in the small space. Without thinking, you rested your head on his board shoulder, seeking comfort in his presence. Jake shifted, adjusting his posture to let you settle in more comfortably, letting out a satisfied smile when he felt you snuggled closer before placing his head on top of yours.
"Hey, Jake," You said softly, using the tips of your toes to poke his shin playfully. He hummed in response, turning his head slightly to acknowledge you.
"Have you ever thought about the future?"
He gently rested one of his feet on top of yours, playfully pinning it down, as you try to wiggle out from under the weight but failing. "Yeah, Sometimes when I can't sleep." he replied, his voice low and thoughtful. "My mind just kinda zones out, and then itâs like an endless loop of âwhat ifsâ and all that stuff."
You hummed in response as if you could relate to his situation all the time, your voice soft as you asked, "Do you sometimes think about our future together?" Your gaze drifted down to where your playful ministrations had left your limbs tangled together in the sheets, pillows thrown off somewhere on the floor.
"Yes," he admitted faster than you expected, his voice quiet but sure, as his hair lightly tickled your ear. He let out a small laugh at the end, "Maybe just a little too much."
You moved away, standing up straight as the muscles in your neck throbbed from the prolonged awkward position. But mostly, it was to gauge Jake's expression after your random questions that he seemed so willing to answer.
Your silence gave Jake a chance to really observe you. The dark circles under your tired eyes were more pronounced, your eyes slightly red, and your hair tied in a cute, messy bun. He had to resist the urge to reach out and tuck a stray strand behind your ear, instead opting to give you some space and time to think.
"I've been sick for a few days now, throwing up a lot in the mornings and don't really have the appetite to eat anything," You explained, hugging a pillow tightly to your chest. Jake moved closer to listened to you intently. "At first, I thought it might be the stupid gas station sushi we ate, but then I realized... I didnât get my period last month. So, I took some tests just to be sure..."
Jake furrowed his brows, confusion flickering across his face. "Y/N, what do you meanâŚ" His voice trailed off, his mind racing to put the pieces of information you told him into perspective, like fragments of a puzzle slowly finding their place in a bigger picture. Then, something clicked. Before he could fully process it, the words slipped out.
"You're pregnant."
The disbelief was evident in his voice as he stared at you eyes as wide as saucers. You nodded, confirming what he could barely believe.
"I donât understandâŚ" He began, rubbing his temples in deep contemplation. "I just donât understand how this happened. We always used protection, right?" He looked back at you, then his gaze drifted, almost unconsciously, to your abdomen. "Then⌠how did weâŚ?"
"I don't know." You admitted, looking as lost as he did. "The last time we did it was at the bathroom at Jay's party. Did the condoms you used yours?" You asked, as Jake prone over your questions.
"Yeah, I usually keep one in my wallet or pocket, but the second..." His face suddenly fell, panic setting in as realization dawn on him, like getting hit with ice cold water over the head. He blinked rapidly, his voice wavering. "Someone was handing some out at the start of the party, and I took one without thinking. You donât think they would haveâ"
"Tampered with it?" You finished, disbelief sharp in your voice. "Fuck, Jake, I think whoever gave it to you did."
At the time, he hadnât even considered, hadnât paid attention to the possibility that someone could do something so messed up. Now, the realization hit him hard. He ran a hand through his hair, his face pale, looking almost sick, like he might throw up at any moment.
"I canât believe this. I didnât even think to even fucking check. I just⌠trusted it." His shoulders slumped, letting out a grunted sigh of guilt. You caught the shimmer in his eyes, his anger and confusion crashing together like deadly waves.
"All of this is my fault," He murmured, his voice breaking, fully grasping the predicament he'd put you in. "I'm so sorry, Y/N. It's all my fucking fault."
You reached out immediately, cradling his face gently, your thumbs brushing over the apples of his cheeks in comfort. Instinctively, he placed his hands over yours desperately, grounding himself in your touch.
"Donât blame yourself, Jake," You said softly, your gaze steady on his. "If thereâs anyone to blame, itâs those people who did this, okay? What they did was fucked up."
He took a deep breath, trying to absorb your words, but a new concern flickered in his eyes. "Does your mom know?"
Jake wasnât foreign to the details of your childhood, though he wouldnât say it was easy for you to confide in him about your complicated bond with your mother when you first started dating, so he only knows bits and pieces. Youâd described it simply, brushing over the pain, which was probably why heâd even thought to ask about your mother's reaction now.
"She knows," You confessed tensely. "Remember when she called me last time at the party? She found the box for my pregnancy test." The memories flowed back in slow motion, and Jake took your hand, intertwining it with his larger one to give you a reassuring squeeze of encouragement.
"She told me to get an abortion, to leave everything I have build here and come back home," You swallowed hard, but the tears didnât stop flowing out your eyes. "But I told her she can't control my life anymore, that Iâm keeping the baby and before I knew it, she was out of my life for good this time."
Jake pulled you gently onto his lap, wrapping his arms around you and guiding your head to rest against his chest. One hand caressed your back while the other held the back of your head, and you surrendered to the release, letting the tears flow freely into his embrace. He murmured soft reassurances, pressing his lips affectionately to the crown of your head. Rocking you gently, he created a safe space for you to let it all out. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer, finding comfort in his warmth like never before.
"Iâll support whatever you choose, Y/N. It should always be your choice what you do with your body, and Iâm so proud of you for standing up to your mother," he reassured you softly. You hadnât thought it was possible, but in that moment, you felt yourself falling even more deeply in love with him as you shared one heartbeat.
He took a steadying breath, whispering to you saccharinely. "If you choose to keep the baby, our baby, then Iâll do everything in my power to keep both of you safe. Whatever it takes, Iâm here."
You knew it would be a struggle for both of youâ neither of you had the bandwidth to fully handle what lay on the other side of this journey. But seeing him here, trying his best to pull through for both of you, gave you the smallest glimmer of hope. And you knew youâd always do the same for him. This moment may have been small, but it was enough to make you believe, even if just for a second, that youâd both get through it.
Time seems to flow like a river, and everything in your life has gradually started to find its place, evolving naturally around your sudden change in plans for the future.
The first people you and Jake told about the pregnancy were his parents. It felt inevitableâ both of you always wanted them to be a meaningful part of your childâs life from the very beginning. And knowing Jake, you doubted heâd be able to keep it a secret for long; he was too close with his family, and sooner or later, he was bound to let it slip. Telling them felt like the right first step.
"Do you think your parents are gonna take the news alright?" You ask him from the passenger seat as Jake settles into the driverâs.
His parents were always different from your ownâ present in his life, involved in every moment, big or small. You had spent countless Christmases and Thanksgivings with them over the years, and they welcomed and treated you like their own, to the point where Jake and his older brother would sometimes joke about how much their parents liked you better than them, often telling you how much they always wanted a daughter of their own to adore.
Since then, you had come to understand exactly where Jake got his warmth and kindness. His parents were the kind of people who loved wholeheartedly. Yet despite this, you couldnât shake the fear and worries that they might see your pregnancy as too soon, that they might wonder if you were taking their youngest sonâs future from him before it had even fully begun.
"They'll be...understanding, that's for sure," Jake replied, though you caught a hint of skepticism in his own words.
"But I don't want you to worry too much. Besides, I don't think my parents would be too opposed to becoming grandparents either if itâs you." He reached out to hold your hand, bringing it to his lips to kiss the back of it lovingly.
That's how you both found yourselves driving back to his hometown one weekend, sitting together on the couch in his familyâs living room across from each other as you shared the news. You had braced for their reaction as expectedâ a mix of happiness, confusion, and, above all, a deep-seated worry for the two of you and the baby.
Their faces showed their desire to be supportive, though you couldnât fault them for the anxiety that crept into their expressions. Despite their concern, they were ready to help as much as possible, which you appreciated deeply. But you and Jake had already agreed: youâd take full responsibility, not wanting to lean too heavily on their kindness.
After that, you and Jake decided to share the news with your close-knit friends, knowing that having the right support system could make all the difference. Besides, it felt uncomfortable keeping something so important from the people you trustedâ those who had been by your side for so long.
There was an initial look of shock on their facesâ Ningning had her hands covering her mouth, Sunghoon's signature eyebrow was raised so high it practically touched his hairline, and Jayâs jaw seemed to drop to the floor. The only one who didnât blink twice was Lena, who sat on the couch with a smug smile, amused by the other's reaction to your pregnancy.
âSurprise...?â You squeaked, though they remained frozen in their spots.
It seemed almost unreal that this was happening. Sure, they knew Jake was the most likely among them to be married or even become a father first, but you were the more liable one compared to Jakeâs clumsy nature, which overall balance out the relationship. The two of you were also the only ones in a committed relationship amongst your friends.
Anyone could guess that you and Jake were eventually going to end up like together together, but they hadnât expected it to happen so abruptly.
âHow far along are you?â Ningning was the first to speak, immediately pulling you into an enthusiastic hug.
âAlmost 2 months,â You replied, gently cradling your lower abdomen to show her. You glanced at Jake, who was smiling beside you. âWeâve got our first gynecology appointment next week to get an ultrasound.â
You didnât miss the way her eyes filled with tears and her lips pouted as she stared lovingly at you and Jake together. Seeing her so excited and sentimental made you feel almost emotional yourself. She pulled you into another tight hug, and you gladly returned it.
âDude, youâre gonna be a fucking baby daddy,â Jay said, approaching Jake with his usual fervor and pulling him into a rough hug, in typical Jay fashion.
After congratulating you, Sunghoon smacked Jay on the chest with a serious scowl. âOh my god, Jay, donât curse in front of the baby!â
Lena joined the group, draping an arm over your and Jakeâs shoulders with a proud smile. âSo now that everyone knows youâre pregnant, letâs just agree that Iâm going to be the babyâs best godparent.â
You and Jake laughed at the chorus of denial coming from the others, obviously objecting to who truly had the worth to hold that title. The situation was almost comedic, and you could always count on your friends to lighten the mood by arguing among themselves about something so minuscule regarding the baby. At the sight of that, you found a comforting relief in your chest just watching them, knowing that your baby was going to have so many reliable adults (sorta) to look after and pamper them until the end of the world.
Next week arrived, and the gynecology appointment came swiftly. You and Jake patiently waiting at the receptionist waiting room for your name to be called. There was a unspoken nervousness that course through the both of you, but you held each other's hand in silent encouragement as the staff gave you some documents to signed over in the mean time.
ââand who is the person accompanying you, Ms?â the nurse asked without thinking over the counter, causing you to pause and glance at Jake awkwardly.
You weren't sure what to tell her. It made sense to say that Jake was your boyfriend; surely she would understand, right? But maybe the self-consciousness was creeping in, making you fearful of being judged as incompetent or insecure in your situation for choosing to have a baby despite not having the security of marriage. You had seen the debates about it all on the internet, and it was only human to feel a bit self-conscious about people's views.
Jake shot you one of his warm smiles when he noticed your hesitationâ the kind that always made you feel safe. Wrapping his arm around your waist, he replied nonchalantly, never breaking eye contact with you.
"I'm the baby's father, ma'am."
Jakeâs words gave you the strength you needed throughout the processâ from meeting the doctor, to her placing the ultrasound device on your abdomen, to watching the faint outline of your baby on the monitor. Unfortunately, the babyâs heartbeat couldnât be heard in the early phase of the 1st trimester in your case, which was probably for the best, since you and Jake would have likely ugly cried even harder if youâd heard it together.
Things started to fall into place one by oneâ Jake began his internship without a hitch, and you continued with your classes as usual. Despite Jakeâs concerns, you promised him you wouldnât push yourself too hard, though it took plenty of reassurance to ease his puppy-like worry. Youâd told yourself that if you could make it to an 8am lecture on Greek monologue after partying until 3am on the same day, you could handle at least that much of hardship of pregnancy.
The biggest change was Jakeâs decision to rent an apartment now that he was earning a steady income. He thought it was a good idea for you both to have a shared space to take care of the baby, knowing it would be challenging to do so while living separately. You were happy to keep things minimalistic, just grateful for Jakeâs sacrifices, though he always assured you he was more than okay with itâ jokingly saying that he can now finally have you all to himself to spoil.
And he did. Jake took care of you more than you could care for yourself. He was patient with you during your sudden mood changes, cleaned the place on days when you were physically incapable of doing so, and still managed to satisfy your odd cravings in the middle of the night when he came home from work. Even then, he was willing to massage your legs when the swelling caused you pain to walk.
It almost felt like you were taking him for granted, and there were moments when you wondered if he might become exhausted by the constant stress. You wouldnât blame him if conversations of regret started to dwell in his mind. Yet every day, without fail, he would lay down beside you on the bed at the end of the day while facing each other. His hand would trail to caress your protruding stomach as he whispered sweet words, as if he were already communicating with your unborn child, thanking you for your efforts of giving him the chance to be a father.
With his help, the feelings of insignificance and uselessness began to fade in the background, and you slowly accepted that pregnancy was not an easy journey. Both of you were holding each other by a thread, sharing the hope of welcoming your child by the end of this dark tunnel.
Almost four months passed by more quickly than you expected. The physical and emotional changes you and Jake faced each day made time feel both swift and excruciatingly slowâ if that was even possible. However, the silver lining was that your body was getting used to the growing baby. You were finally able to move around freely instead of feeling stuck between your bed and the sofa. Your appetite had returned to normal, allowing you to eat without much difficulty.
At your recent appointment with the gynecologist, the baby had reached the stage where the gender could be clearly identified. Your friends, eager to make it a lasting memory, insisted on throwing a baby shower and gender reveal party to mark the occasion. Jake and Lena went out to pick up the specially ordered cake from a bakery, while Sunghoon and Ningning teamed up to decorate the living room (despite some playful bickering about where things should go). You and Jay took charge of the food and drinks for the guestsâ well, mostly Jay, since he insisted you sit down and rest while he handled everything.
Jay nagged you more than usual as he rummaged through your fridge, clearly concerned about how empty it was. In the meantime, he prepped a bunch of healthy snacks for you, making you laugh at his grumbling but underlying affection, almost as if he were the one who was pregnant instead of you.
The party began once everyone arrived, including some of your close friends like classmates Sunoo and Minjeong, along with Riki and Jungwonâjuniors Jake had met through his dance clubâ and, of course, Jake's parents.
Your apartment, once a quiet space for just you and Jake, now felt like a lively festival, filled with so many loved ones. The excitement in the room warmed your heart as you sat at the table with the gender reveal cake in front of you. Everyone of them wore colors representing the gender they believed the baby would beâ though some were definitely more adamant about their guesses.
"Hey, love," Jake greeted, leaning down to give your forehead a gentle kiss before taking the seat beside you. "Howâs our little corn doing?"
You found it adorable that Jake had taken to giving the baby different nicknames based on their size each week. Ever since he stumbled upon a website showing how big the baby was at each stage, heâd started affectionately referring to them as different fruits and vegetables, each one a silly little surprise for you to look forward to.
"Doing good, though their mom would really appreciate it if theyâd stop kicking her uterus so much.â you replied, resting a hand on your bump.
"Ohhh, weâve got a little football player on the way," Jake said with a goofy grin, clearly eager to teach his child how to kick a ball just like his father had taught him.
You rolled your eyes but couldnât help smiling at his endless excitement. It made your maternal instinct flutter, imagining Jake crouching down to his knees, patiently guiding a mini version of yourselves in the park as you watch them from your seat at the picnic blanket.
You and Jake already knew that no matter what the child was, youâd love them. It didnât matter to either of you, as long as the baby was healthy. Thatâs why you opted to wear white for the gender reveal, without any expectations.
"Come on, guys," Sunghoon called, gesturing for you both to focus on the party. His digital camera was already set up to record in the center of the room. "Cut the cake!"
Everyone was on the edge of their seats watching as you and Jake held the knife handle together, slowly slicing through the cream-covered cake. With a shared giggle, you let the slice fall onto the plate, finally revealing the baby pink sponge cake inside. The room erupted in cheers, and party poppers went off with a loud bang, showering everyone in sparkling confetti that rained down in celebration.
You saw Jakeâs mother crying tears of joy as Jake's father hugged her with a beaming smile. Your friends couldn't stop clapping and cheering, thrilled about the little princess theyâd soon welcome to adore. The energy in the room was electric as Jake pulled you into a tight embrace, whispering âour baby girlâ over and over into your ear. You clung to him, echoing his words between choked sobs as you cried together on his shoulder.
You were so happy and so grateful for this moment, yet you couldn't shake the petrifying feeling in your heart. It was a strange inkling that created a small hollow space within you, making it difficult to focus throughout the party, despite your efforts to maintain a smiling facade and convince yourself that everything was alright. You might be able to trick yourself and everyone else, but you knew you could never fool your boyfriend.
"Something's on your mind, isn't it?" Jake asked gently as you both got ready for bed after the party. You looked into his eyes after sitting on the edge of the bed and changing into your nightgown, sighing in defeat as you realized you couldn't say no to him.
"Do you think we're doing the right thing?" You asked genuinely, a hint of perturbation coloring the cadence of your words.
Jake moved to sit beside you, his fingers gently tracing the contours of your face as he leaned in closer, his warmth radiating against you. You couldnât get enough of the way he looked at you, as if you held his entire universe in your hands. He was intimately familiar with the map of your features, just as he understood your proclivity to overthink, knowing precisely the right words to soothe you. Others might see you as a brooder, but he understood your concern as a reflection of how deeply you caredâ about him, about the baby.
"Anything that involves you will always be right," He said. It was a soft whisper in the twilight moonlight, where everything felt quiet and serene, drawing your attention to his expression.
You couldnât help but notice the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes as he smiled, accentuating the unique quirk of his pouty lips that you adored kissing. It reminded you of the first time you met, when he put in so much effort to impress you with his playful antics and awkward yet charming jokes. You both ended up laughing throughout the entire date, a feeling that blossomed into something deeper.
The way he kissed you now brought back the same feeling youâd had back then, making you feel like you might explode. He traced your jawline gently before grabbing it hastily, angling your lips up to meet his whilst your free hand itched to grab his shoulders. You almost bumped noses as Jake leaned in to deepen the kiss, making it hard to breathe with the intensity of it all.
âShe'll love you.â You managed to gasp with the opportunity you had, though he didnât let you go for long. Smiling against your lips as he realized you meant your baby girl, he slipped a hand down to cup your bump, his smile widening as he felt a tiny kick against his palm.
"Sheâll love us," Jake murmured, pulling back just an inch, his gaze flickering to your lips with lust before capturing them again, this time with a ravishness that left you winded. His tongue ventured into your mouth with a hunger like it was the first time, exploring like it was uncharted territory, yet his lips moved against yours with a softness that melted you. Unable to resist, you reached up and tugged gently at his hair, opening your mouth wider to show him you wanted this as much as he did.
"Move up here for me, love." His hands brushed gently along your sides, encircling your waist as he guided you toward the middle of the bed, helping you settle against the headboard in a comfortable position.
"Is this okay? Are you comfortable?" Jake asked with a hint of worry, his palms stroking your inner thighs as your nightgown ride up slightly to expose your skin while you shifted along the mattress.
"I'm okay, Jake," You reassured him, brushing his bangs aside to get a clearer look at him. His slow, mallow pace made you feel a little impatient, a spark of intense desire starting to burn. "I want you to keep going," You begged, voice barely above a whisper.
Jakeâs mouth slid against yours at your command, sending a warm thrill through you as he coaxed your bottom lip, nibbling on it like something sweet. Jake took this moment to peel your nightgown from your body over your head, making sure you didnât have to lift a finger as he helped you undress, leaving you in just your panties for him to stop and gaze at.
It took every fiber of your willpower not to shy away and hide from Jake. You were hyper-aware of the physical changes your body had undergone, noticing them unconsciously every morning in the shower. Beyond the growing weight of your belly, youâd observed your areolas darkening, your breasts and curves becoming fuller, and the stretch marks becoming more prominent.
You constantly reminded yourself that this was normal, that it was natural for your body to look and feel this way because pregnancy is complicated. Dwelling on these changes would only hurt you internally, especially when you were certain Jake didnât think twice about any of them. You knew he loved you unconditionally, for who you were, not just your body.
It was evident in the way Jakeâs hooded eyes trailed over your naked skin, studying with fascination every inch with a look of awe. There was something both primal and possessive in his gaze as he swallowed with a heavy breath, instinctively licking his lips. It was as if, just by being there, you were ripping his insanity piece by piece. Heat rose to the tips of your ears, your heart racing as his intense admiration pulled you deeper into the moment, slotting himself between your legs.
"You're beautiful," His hands groped the flesh of your thighs before roaming upward past your stomach to squeeze your breasts. The brush of your hardened nipples against his palm rendered you speechless, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your core.
"I look like a planet," You softly joked, finding it rather hard to believe.
Jake looked up at you with a smirk, dipping his head to lick a stripe along the valley of your breast. âThen, I canât believe Iâm gonna say this, butâ"
You nearly knocked your head against the headboard when Jake took one of your perked nipples between his swollen lips, letting out a breathless whine as he pulled on the pebble with his teeth.
ââIâve never wanted to fuck a planet so badly in my life after seeing you.â His groan rumbled against your chest.
You would have point out everything remotely wrong with his statement if only he wasnât working wonders on your breast. His mouth move to suckle on the hardened nipple, his tongue swirling around it messily while his other hand kneaded the other breast, fingers twisting and flicking at the sensitive nub. He alternated between ministrations, giving each peak the same well-deserved attention that makes your back arch at the pleasure.
Your hands searched for something to hold on, slipping under his shirt to trace the defined contours of his back muscles. Just the sensation of your nails clawing desperately over his skin made him shiver.
Jake knew how tenderly aching every part of your body was due to the pregnancy. You were so responsive, so sensitiveâ completely under the mercy of his touch, letting out loud moans of his name that turned him on. He was obsessed with the way you threw your head back, your skin shuddering with goosebumps, and the way your hips twitched when he rubbed two fingers over your clothed sex, feeling just how wet you were as it soaked through sticking to his fingers.
âCan you feel how wet you are, baby? Your pretty little cunt is drooling for me.â Jake taunted, feeling the vibrations of your whimpers as he moved away from your breasts, placing final, gentle kisses on each puckering nipple to ease their soreness.
"Yes," you shuddered, feeling him press down sharply against your core, making your legs tremble. âPlease do something, J-Jake, Iâm going crazy."
âI know, baby, I know. Let me take care of you." Jake cooed, pulling his shirt over his head to expose his lean physique.
Your eyes lingered on the prominent bulge straining against his sweatpants before he sank on his stomach between your legs. His fingers slipped under the waistband of your panties and peeled the damp fabric from your pussy eagerly, tugging it until it was completely off your legs.
You blushed, noticing the way his face hovered at eye level so close to your bare pussy. His pupils were blown out, and you could feel the warmth of his breath ghosting over your aching core.
"So swollen and pretty," He purred, watching your moist folds glistening with arousal as you clenched over nothing at his words. His thumb pressed gently on your skin, spreading the delicate flesh to reveal your puffy clit while his other hand held you firmly under your thigh.
A stream of curses spilled from your lips as Jake flattened his tongue against your wet folds, lapping at your slit with fervor to work you open. His plump lips were soft, yet his tongue had a roughness that drove you wild, the contrasting sensations leaving you breathless as he devoured you.
Jake let out low groans of pleasure, spurred on by your fingers tangled in his hair, your nails grazing his scalp as you urged him closer to your bucking hips. He felt your thighs pressing in on either side of his face, only driving him to inhale deeply as the tips of his nose nudge against your clit with every lick and suckle, savoring your scent and juices as it grew sweeter.
âYou taste so good, baby, could munch on you forever," He mumbled, moving his skillful tongue to roll over your throbbing clit, flicking the bundle of nerves playfully as he relished in the way you were grinding against his mouth.
The lewd sounds you made were a hymn that only fueled Jakeâs desire, making him groan as he hump his clothed erection against the mattress, his tip twitching with precum because you tasted too good to be true. Jake was a devotee when it came to you. Your body was a holy temple, and your beautiful cunt was a deity he was willing to kneel before in worship, especially if heaven tasted like it did between your legs.
"J-Jakey, oh my God," You sobbed out, squeezing you eyes shut. "Feels so, so goodâHmnhâ"
You nearly choked on your own words when Jake probed his middle finger to your entrance, his saliva mixed with your slick arousal allowed him to insert his finger smoothly into your velvet walls. You instinctively clenched around his digit at the intrusion, savoring the way he curled it just right, grazing that sensitive spot that made your abdomen pulse erratically.
He didnât move the finger, as if slipping it in was simply to give your tightening walls something to clutch around, to loosen you and make you feel occupied. You couldnât help but stare at the ceiling, panting heavily as the knot in your stomach tightened. If just one finger was making you feel this intense, you couldnât imagine the burning sensation his thick cock would bring instead.
Jake sensed the shift in your demeanor when he glanced up, watching you fondled your tender breast with one hand, while the other cradled the underside of your protruding belly as your body writhed. You were close to release, and this spurred him on, his mouth lapping over your delicate pearl with a rapid, more intense rhythm than before, and soon the bedsheets were damp with your creamy juices running down his chin.
"I'm gonna cum, oh God, Jake! I'm gonnaâ"
Your mouth opened wide, caught up in your orgasm, unable to utter a single sound as your face contorted, nearly blacking out as waves of release crashed over you. Jakeâs tongue wriggled against your engorged clit with precision, feeling your walls clenched his finger in a vice-like grip, each movement making the pleasure of your climax worth while.
"Such an obedient pussy.â He mouth out along the expanses of your spent slit, sliding between your cheeks and along the groves of your folds until he languidly kissed your clit. âYou came on my tongue so fucking good, baby."
It took a moment for you to recover. It had been months since youâd had any sort of copulation like this, and the expenditure of your release left you shivering under the cold sweat on your skin, the tremors gradually subsiding.
Still, you mustered enough energy to prop yourself on your elbow, watching as Jake sat up and plunge his wet middle finger into his mouth, savoring every drop of your excess essence like liquid gold. Disheveled and his cheeks flushed pink, licking his cum-stained cupid's bow.
Jake leaned forward to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on his lips. "Youâre doing so well for me," He whispered, his hands rubbing your stomach affectionately, as if to check on the baby's state. "Are you okay? Want to keep going?"
You nodded blankly, your finger trailing down to pull on the drawstrings, making him chuckle as he helped tug them loose. Jake hurriedly pulled down his sweatpants with your aid, tossing them onto the bedroom floor. His length spring stiffly against his abs, the tip a deep shade that matched your flushed cheeks as you realized just how eager youâd looked reaching for his pants.
"Sorry." You apologized. "Just...need you inside me right now."
"You're so cute when your cock hungry," Jake shakes his head, giving you those bedroom eyes before pressing a teasing kiss to the corner of your lips. "Lie down for me, love, and let me make that aching pussy feel good."
Jake helps you settle your head on the pillow, guiding you to lie down on your side, as lying on your back was no longer an option. You feel the mattress dip behind you as he wraps his body snugly against your back, pulling you close to his chest. You wish you could face him, craving the intimacy of it while he fucks you, but with your belly in the way, spooning from behind was the best position.
One of his hands went beneath you, supporting the underside of your stomach to hold you in place. You could hear him spit on his palm, his other hand pumping and lubricating his cock in preparation, making your toes curl in anticipation. His hot breath fanned against your nape, his lips sliding across your skin with feather-like kisses.
âYou stay just like that.â Jake remarked, and you whimper out loud when you felt his cockhead circling your entrance, probing at the hole experimentally with the slightest pressure. âLet me know if itâs too much.â
He began easing himself into your tightness slowly, hearing you wince as his length stretched against the resistance of your wall.
"Relax for me, baby. Let me inâ yeah, just like that. Good girl."
His thumb circled soothingly on your hip encouragingly as you gradually dilated, allowing his tip to press on the deepest part of your swelling walls. Biting your lower lip, you curled inward, cheeks smushed against the soft pillow, on the verge of exploding as Jake buried himself fully, stilling to give you time to adjust to his size.
It was impossible to believe you'd had his cock so many times before, familiar with just how large and hard he could occupied inside you. But now, with your body rearranged to accommodate a living being in your womb, you felt as though you were bursting at the seams, struggling to take all of him.
It didnât help that this was the first time you felt each other so raw, without any latex barrier to dull the heat as he seeped into your sensitive walls, every vein pressing against your plush insides. Jake was grunting heavily too, squeezing his eyes shut as he felt you pulsing tightly around his cock, like a snug sleeve almost too small to take him, fully realizing just how swollen you were due to the baby.
"Y/N," He soothes breathlessly close to your ear. "Am I hurting you?"
"N-no," You managed to reply meekly, albeit the initial painful sensation was starting to fade but soon turns pleasurable. You could feel your walls adapting to Jake's cock, and a pleasant pressure began to build rapidly. You found yourself craving friction, bucking your hips back slightly to signal him. "You can move, Jake."
The pace of his thrusts was steady at first. He was testing the waters on how far he could take while gauging your reaction. He was attentive to your body language, and when your moans started to increase in volume and your ass bounced back to meet his thrusts halfway, Jake gripped your hips more aggressively. He pulled out until only the head of his cock was almost out before pounding back until his pelvis was flushed against the curve of your spine. He did it over and over again, making you go insane, feeling each otherâs sweat sticking your back to his front.
"T-Too deep, Jake. Fuck, it's too fucking deep," You slurred, your voice heavy as if lost in the clouds, the lewd sound of skin slapping echoing in the room as he hit your sweet spot mercilessly from behind.
"Yeah, baby? You like how I fuck your tight pussy?" Jake laughed lowly, nipping at the shell of your ear.
He wished he could see your expression as he grabbed your leg and lifted it, hooking it over his thigh. The angle allowed him to kiss that spot so perfectly engraved in you that the pleasure was almost blinding, making it feel as though he was splitting you apart.
"Feel that? Can you feel how deep I am?"
You were too speechless to answer, so hyperfocus on reaching your high when you felt your babyâs kicking against your belly. You couldnât help but place a hand over Jakeâs, his hand that never left its spot to support the weight of your lower stomach. You didnât know what came over you to let those incoming words slip. Maybe deep down, you knew how much Jake's paternal instinct would enjoy hearing them.
"G-Gonna make you a dad, Jake." You gasped out when his hold on your leg tightens, your brazen words made his body tense up. "Fuck, gonna make you the father of our babies."
Like a flip of a coin, you were haunted with the beat of the bed squeaking in tandem with Jake's thrust. It was ruthless, it was feral and with each punch of his tip against that sweet spot ripples unbearable pleasure, leaving you a mess of screams.
"Thatâs right, love. Youâre gonna take all my seed like your body was meant to, right? Let me fill your womb until you're nice and full." Jake's voice deepened, a savagery in his demeanor to absolutely batter and bruise your birth canal that you'd have no choice but to accept his cock and his sperm.
You let out a pathetic yes, captive by the way Jake was so turned on by the prospect of him putting another baby in you that your body was slowly surrendering yourself to his gospels. Jake could feel his self control loosening, one hand reaching to grasp your bouncing tits from behind to roughly pinch a tender peak.
"Canât wait to see you nurse our babies like a good mama.â He was biting the shell of your ear as you squirmed, feeling his thumbâs nail running roughly over your nipple. âLetting them latch on your pretty little nipples until you're leaking with milk.â
His words affected you in ways that felt almost ludicrous, your tender buds and heavy bosoms tingling with anticipation at the mere thought of that sucking motion once your baby is born. Familiar white spots dotted your vision as your release drew closer, the knot in your core tightening so deeply that there wasnât a semblance of control left in your mind.
Jake was slipping under your touch as well, feeling your gaping hole pulling him in like a sealed vacuum. He couldnât help but imagine his cock imprinted on the pink linings of your cunt, teetering at the brink of delirium but focused solely on seeing you come undone before giving in to his own desire.
"Gonna make you my wife, baby." Jake's assaults slows down but he used that as a leverage to rail you deep and precise, his movements were deliberate that he knew just the right amount of power to beckon your orgasm forward. "Youâll let me use your pussy forever, until all you can do is get pregnant and have my kids, yeah?"
Incoherent screams of agreement spilled from your lips, and you felt an atomic-like stir scattering from head to toe as your threshold was crossed. Jake said words that encouraged your releaseâ I love you, baby, want you to cum for me. Your climax was blinding, yet at the same time, it revealed the answer to the universe: all you could think about was Jake, Jake, Jake and how much you love him back.
The said man anchored your body close as you convulsed uncontrollably, letting your orgasm wash over you, growing limp with overstimulation. Jake continued to thrust his aching cock once, twice more, his swollen tip twitching against the entrance of your cervix before he let out a long, begrudging moan of triumph into your shoulder, ropes of his creamy cum coated your walls, marking you profoundly with his seed.
Jake always daydream about this moment; all those fantasies led to this as he felt his thick load dripping down the crack of your pussy, spilling down to your inner thighs as you couldn't hold any more of him.
There were no words shared between you two for a minute, ragged breathing and the humidity of sex occupied the space. The aftermath of your highs were intoxicating you in the best way possible, leaving no room for arguments that he had fucked you to another dimension. You wished to bask in this atmosphere a little longer, to soak in each other's presence and recover your bearings. But Jake, ever attentive, lifted himself up, no matter how exhausted he was, and rested his chin on your shoulder, leaving a trail of kisses up to your pulse.
One hand reached out to push away the wispy strands of hair clinging to your sweaty forehead as you craned back to look at his smiling face and gooey haze, reaching out to hold his jaw as well.
You snorted tiredly. "You have that creepy smile on you again."
"You said yes," He leaned closer to whisper against your lips, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he lands a quick peck to your lips.
You frowned, tilting your head in confusion. "To what?
"My proposal."
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Be with me- JJK
Summary: Breaking up with Jungkook was supposed to be your freedom from his obsession, but heâs never been one to let go easily. His presence lingers, stalking you even in places you thought were safe. When you finally agree to meet him after the break up, what should have been a simple talk turns into a moment where you 'keep your promise'.
Pairing: yandere ex bf jungkook x ex gf y/n
Genre: smut
Warnings: yandere tendencies, unprotected sex, jk is a freak, dirty talk, voyeurism, rough sex, manipulation, stalking, dub con, sex while being unconscious, recording while fucking, tit slapping, name calling, nipple sucking, groping, jerking off, cumming inside, fighting, jungkook is crazy about yn.
Word count: 8.4k+
Writer: ririđ§
Writer's note: â ď¸this fic contains sensitive contents, which may be triggering to some readers, including adults. please refrain from reading if any of the warnings trigger you. if you still proceed to read my fic, you're on your own. i will not be responsible for your ass, respectfully.â ď¸
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You knew you were royally fucked when you laid in your exâs arms that night, him stroking your hair softly as he drew invisible circles on the small of your back. This was it again. He was back in your life. You let him. You didnât had a choice.
Thats when you realized
The only way to get rid of Jungkook,
Was to be with Jungkook...
You were a beautiful woman, with big eyes, a perfect body, pearly white teeth, and certainly popular among men. Jungkook absolutely hated how other men ogled you. You were his woman, not theirs. He couldnât stand how you laughed with your male friends, or how your girlfriends giggled whenever a man eyed you from head to toe. He despised it. And you hated how overprotective he was.
His intense jealousy often ruined social events, and slowly, you began to isolate yourself from friends. You feared his angry outbursts more than you enjoyed your social life.
âWhy were you talking to him for so long? Donât you know how much it hurts me to see you with someone else? You belong with me, only me.â
He insisted on knowing your whereabouts, your schedules, and even installed a tracking app on your phone, claiming it was for your own safety. Jungkook loved you so much that he couldnât bear the thought of you getting into any âtroubleâ. The world was too dangerous.
âI just worry about you so much. This way, I can always make sure youâre safe. You donât mind, do you? Itâs because I love you.â
His constant checking on you started to feel more like surveillance than care. You hated it, but you loved him.
At first, you found his constant attention flattering, but his possessive grip on your hand felt tighter with each passing day, as if he feared you might slip away if he let go.
âI canât stand being away from you for even a moment. The thought of anyone else seeing you, talking to you⌠it drives me crazy. Youâre mine, and I need you to know that.â
Jungkook wasnât always like this, you swore to your friends. You knew he was a great boyfriend. They just didnât know him the way you did. He took care of you, wanted to protect you from everything in this world. You were his heart. He often bought you gifts to show his love for you. You loved when he gave you a beautiful necklace, a token of his love for you that you were supposed to wear all the time.
âThis necklace is a piece of my heart, Y/N. I want you to wear it always, so everyone knows youâre taken. Promise me you wonât ever take it off.â
As time went by, what seemed like a romantic gesture became a chain, a constant reminder of his possessiveness and ownership over you. Jungkook would get so upset if you ever forgot to wear it. Why did you have to remove it in the first place? Didnât you love him enough to keep his necklace close to your heart?
âHeâs too controlling!â your friends said, but Jungkook wasnât controlling. He just wanted you to himself. Youâre his girlfriend, right?
Jungkook wasnât possessive or controlling, but he didnât like when you snapped at him for being too possessive and controlling. Mind you, he was just teaching the guy a lesson for asking to buy you a drink. He had to teach him a lesson. So what if he broke his nose? So what if he threw a few punches? Nobody flirts with HIS woman.
âhe wasnât flirting with me!â
âOh, shut up, Y/N! He clearly wanted to get into your pants!â Jungkook snapped.
You scoffed at his remark. Was he serious? So what if the man was flirting? He didnât know you were taken. And even if he did, he didnât deserve to get beaten up so brutally that the bar had to kick you both out and ban your entry in the future.
âThis happens every time, Y/N! Every. fucking. time!â Jungkook was fuming.
âI donât like it when they see you like youâre a piece of meat. Canât you see how beautiful you are, baby? A body so flawless, men canât help but be drawn to you. Youâre mine⌠and I donât like to share whatâs mineâŚâ
Damn. There he was again, turning a heated argument into an emotional conversation in the blink of an eye. You hated how smooth he was, how heâd come closer and wrap his arms around you, whispering sweet apologies in your ear. You hated how you always gave in to his embrace. It was like this every time. Your friends wanted you to break up with him, but he always had you like this. In his arms, where he glided his hand down to cup your ass firmly, giving it a possessive squeeze.
You hated how hot he was⌠so uncontrollably hot. And you hated how this night was going to end⌠yet again.
âF-fuck!â you whimpered at the animalistic pace Jungkook was pounding into you. Jungkook groans as your cunt wraps around him so wet and perfectly, grinding on him back and forth.
âYou love it slut? Looking like a cock hungry slut for my dick. Gonna bust my nut right fucking now because of how wet you are.â Jungkook groaned, maintaining his pace, pounding hard and fast into to.
âO-only for y-your dick daddy! so big and hardâ you mewled, a tiny droplet of tear falling out of your eye at the pleasure.
Jungkook was fucking good at fucking good.
âYeah? gonna make make you cum so hard whore, youâll forget your own name.â He moaned out, not slowing down his face. He loved the dirty talk during sex. and so did you. it was fucking hot.
Jungkook knew you were close when he felt you tightening around him. He took his camera, like he always did, and turned it on to record your precious expressions of the pleasure that he gave you.
He loved recording you.
And you loved to get recorded.
Jungkook thought you were the most beautiful woman in the world. Looked so fucking cock riding out your climax as your face contorted, letting out a thread of profanities from your mouth. He loved to keep a record of your beautiful tapes. Only for hime; Only for his eyes to see.
He kissed your temple lightly, cradling you in his arms after doing the deed. You looked so angelic after the afterglow.
âYou did so amazing baby⌠so pretty moaning my name like that. i could listen to you for years.â Jungkook said, playing her tape, replaying her sweet moans again and again. Fuck, he means when he says that.
âTell me Y/N, would you let me record you sleeping, babyâŚ?â
You hummed lightly, lying boneless in his arms humming at whatever stupid request he was making. You were used to him rambling, you had jeon wrapped around your fingers.
âReally babe? you'd let me fucking record you while i use your body while you're asleep?â
Jungkook asked, excitement evident in his voice. Just the thought of recording your tape while youre sleeping⌠it turned him on so much.
âPromise me Y/N. You wont back off, right?â
âAlright, babyâŚâ you murmured softly, your voice laced with exhaustion.
âYou canât back off now,â he whispered, his breath warm against your ear, eliciting another sleepy hum from you. He pressed a tender kiss to your temple, his fingers gently combing through your soft locks until you slipped into a much-needed, peaceful slumber. After what felt like an eternity, he carefully disentangled himself from your embrace and sat up, his back resting against the headboard of your bed.
Jungkook reached over to the nightstand, picking up his camera with a reverent touch. He lowered the volume to ensure your sleep remained undisturbed. His eyes gleamed with possessive pride as he played the video he had recorded just moments ago. Your face, captured in the throes of pleasure he had bestowed upon you, was a sight that fueled his obsession. He couldnât resist the allure of watching his recordings of you over and over. To him, you looked utterly captivating, a vision of raw sensuality.
He was consumed by an all-encompassing obsession. Heâd rewind the tapes countless times just to hear his name fall from your lips again. Each repetition sent shivers of satisfaction down his spine. He could lose himself in those recordings for days, weeks, even months, relishing in the intimacy they captured.
Only he deserved to see you like this. Only he had the right to make you scream in ecstasy. Only he was entitled to touch you in such intimate ways. He wanted to be the sole possessor of your every touch, every glance, every breath. The thought of anyone else witnessing your beauty, your vulnerability, was unbearable. You were his. His woman. He was your lover, your protector, your everything. Only he deserved to see your pictures and videos.
Hell, only he deserved to see you at all...
7:47 PM
You turned your phone screen off after checking the time, stretching your back as you rubbed your sore eyes. You got up from your chair, feeling your spine crackle and pop with relief. After all, you had been hunched over your laptop for the past two hours, grinding away at your English assignment. Even though they were enjoyable in their own way, but they could be a real headache, especially when it came to meeting Professor Smith's sky-high standards. She was a tough cookie, but thats what made her challenging assignments even more interesting. You wandered over to the window, taking a moment to breathe in the fresh air and clear your head now that you were free for the rest of the weekend.
You were hungry. After working your ass off on that assignment, you were finally free for the rest of the weekend. There was nothing better than cooking up something for yourself and sinking down on your bed to watch Bridgerton. The night was still young. You could hear the faint sounds of crickets coming from your bedroom windows, even though they were locked. you slowly opened the windows and felt the cool air caressing your face in the moonlight. You loved summer nights. You loved how lively they were and how the cool breeze flowed through the balcony of your apartment building, even though it was a hot season.
You slipped on your slippers, intent on cooking something quick for the night, when the faint glow of your phone screen caught your eye, indicating a notification received on silent mode. Curiosity piqued, you picked it up and saw a new message from an unknown number. The message was short, just a few cryptic words that sent a shiver down your spine. You couldnât shake the strange feeling that crept up in your chest as you read it, like someone unseen was watching, waiting for your response.
[Unknown]: âAll done with work, baby?â
You didnât know who this person was or how they knew you were free now. A strange unease settled over you, but you couldnât quite pinpoint why. Maybe it was curiosity, or perhaps a nagging sense of denial that urged you to dismiss "it". Taking a slow, deep breath, you hesitated before finally deciding to text the person back.
[You]: âWho is this?â
You hit the send button after which you got a reply almost immediately.
[Unknown]: âItâs me, babe. JK.â
So it was him again. âWhat did he want now?" You muttered to yourself, a mix of frustration and anxiety rising within. It had been three months since you finally ended things with him, discovering the invasive cameras he had installed in your home to monitor your every move. He didn't stop there; he even sabotaged your social media, deleting precious memories and controlling what you could share, claiming you were only meant for "his eyes" to see. You couldn't tolerate his manipulative and possessive behavior any longer, and that was when you finally decided to cut ties for good.
You still remembered how he acted up on the day you decided to end things with him...
âYou cant do this to me! I love you!â
âI donât care Jungkook! What you did was unforgivable. Weâre done.â
Your words broke Jungkook. His hands were shaking, eyes filled with tears. He gave you your everything and you were breaking up with him, like nothing mattered to you. All he wanted was to protect you from everyone. You were his.
âNo, weâre not done, Y/N. We are not done.â
He sees you stand near the window, looking out at the city lights, your arms crossed defensively. Heâs sitting on the couch, his eyes fixed on you, a mix of desperation and anger in his gaze.
"I can't do this anymore. This-whatever this is-it's not love. It's suffocating.â You declared, your voice firm.
"I did all of that because I love you, dammit! I can't stand the thought of anyone else seeing you, touching you, being near you. You're mine, and I need to protect yoââ
âProtect me!? Really, Jungkook?â You scoff, turning to look at him, all desperate. You knew he was shaking, but didnât know why. It could be sadness, anger or desperation. But you refused to gave in. âProtect me by Sabotaging my social media? Protect me by tracking my phone? By deleting my online presence? You deleted my emails, Jungkook!â
âThis isnât true, baby. I just want the best for you, pleasââ
âGet out of my house, Jungkook.â You cut Jungkook off. You knew you had pissed him off, but this needed to be done.
Jungkook didnât like how straight off asked him to leave your apartment. You never told him what to do. so why now? he didnât like it one bit. He stood up abruptly, knocking over the coffee table in his anger. His face contorted with rage and desperation.
"You can't leave me! I won't let you. You need me. No one else will love you like I do. You know that." Jungkook spat. âIf you loved me, Youâd have known i was doing this for us, Y/N! Goddamit!â
You flinched at his words, but your relsove did not harden.
âGet out before i report you for stalking and spyingâ
Jungkookâs face hardened.
âso youâll report my love now, huh?" He narrowed his eyes, taking some calculative steps towards you.
âYouâll get no one, Y/N mark my words. No one whoâll love you like me. I have always loved you. I have always cared you for you. I have always wanted to protect you. cant you see that baby? i have always loved you, my angel. I can change, just give me a chanceâŚâ He spoke, his fingers gently brushing against your cheek.
You flinched at his touch, your resolve hardening. You did feel a little sad about the situation, but you knew you had to do it. You had to distance yourself from him. Whatever this was, it wasnât healthy.
"It's too late for that. You need help, and I can't give it to you. Leave.â
âYou think youâll ever find someone like me, little brat? No one will want you! Because they dont love you the way i do! so stop being a bitch.â
âJungkook. leave.â
He stared at her for a long moment, his eyes filled with a mix of hurt and fury.
âThis isnât over, Y/N.â Jungkook spoke as hep turned and walked out the door, slamming it behind him.
Jungkook didnât take the breakup well. He was absolutely shattered when you ended things with him. He never expected it from you, and the shock was too much for him to handle. In the days following the breakup, his messages became relentless. He would text you at all hours, begging you to take him back, saying he couldnât imagine life without you. At first, you tried to respond politely, but his persistence became overwhelming. It felt like every time you looked at your phone, there was another message from him, each one more desperate than the last. Eventually, you couldnât take it anymore. His constant pleas were starting to get under your skin, and you needed space to move on. So, you blocked his number, hoping that would be the end of it. Since then, the silence had been a relief. But a small part of you couldnât help but wonder if he had really given up, or if he was just biding his time.
Till today.
He was texting you with a new numberâŚ
[You]: What do you want, Jungkook?
[Unknown]: i just want to talk, Y/N.
[Unknown]: please...
[You]: No
[Unknown]: i want to make it right baby⌠i am not asking you to take me back. just please see me this once.
[Unknown]: just want a closure
[Unknown]: if you ever loved me youâd do this
[Unknown]: lets talk for the last time baby
[Unknown]: like adults
You sighed reading his messages. You knew he was watching you. there was no point in ignoring him. you just wanted to get this over with. You still loved jungkook but staying together with him was a BIG NO for you. You took a deep breath and typed out your next text.
[You]: Just talk right?
[Unknown]: yesss baby just wanna talk. donât expect you to take me back
[Unknown]: miss your face
[Unknown]: let me see you for the last time :(
[Unknown]: i am outside your apartment building. know you are free right now.
[You]: Fine. But dont get your hopes up.
[Unknown]: i wont, i wont baby. be right there
You nervously started fidgeting around your room, playing with your fingers and pacing back and forth. It was sinking in just how dumb a decision you had made by inviting your ex over to talk. Not just any ex, but him. Jungkook. The thought of him coming over filled you with a mix of dread and curiosity. How did he even know you were free right now? You decided to push that unsettling question aside, focusing instead on the fact that Jungkook could arrive at any moment.
In a rush, you dashed to the bathroom to brush your tangled hair, hoping to look at least somewhat presentable, regardless of your relationship status. Anxiety spread through your body like wildfire as you heard the doorbell ring.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Jungkook was here.
And YOU gave him the permission to do so.
But you wanted to get this over with. nothing else. theres no way you and jungkook would get back together, he knew that too. it was just a friendly talk and you both will part ways after that. Taking a deep breath, you slowly walked over to the door.
Heart pounding, you opened the door to find Jungkook standing there, a small smile playing on his lips. "Hey," he greeted softly, holding up a takeout bag. "I brought us some food.
Thought we could eat and talk things through."
Food. Were we going to have a long chat?
You forced a smile, stepping aside to let him in. "Hey, thanks. That's really thoughtful of you." As he walked past, you caught a whiff of his familiar cologne, stirring up a whirlwind of memories.
You both settled on the couch, the tension in the air thick enough to cut with a knife.
Jungkook unpacked the food, handing you a container. "I got your favorite teokbokki" he said, his voice gentle, almost apologetic. "I remember you always loved this place."
He remembersâŚ
You took the container, your hands trembling slightly. "Thanks, Jungkook. I appreciate it." You hadn't eaten all day and your stomach growled in protest, but a part of you was reluctant to accept anything from him.
Jungkook noticed your hesitation and frowned slightly. "What's wrong? He questioned. âYou don't trust me?"
Absolutely not.
"It's not that," you lied, forcing a laugh. "I'm just not that hungry."
His eyes darkened for a moment, but he quickly masked it with a reassuring smile. "Come on, just a few bites. I promise, it's safe. I wont kill you or something." He said nonchalantly, making you gasp. You didnât trust this man one bit. But you needed to get things over with.
Reluctantly, you picked up a fork and poked at the food. Your stomach growled again, louder this time, and you gave in. "Fine, but just a little." The corners of Jungkookâs lips turned upward at your decision.As you took a bite, Jungkook watched you intently, a strange glint in his eyes. "See? Not so bad, right?" You nodded, chewing slowly. "Yeah, it's good."
He relaxed slightly,opening his own container and taking a bite. "I've missed you, you know," he admitted after a moment, his eyes meeting yours. "I know things ended badly between us, but l've been thinking about you a lot."
You swallowed hard, your mind racing. "I've missed you too, Jungkook. But a lot has happened. It's not that simple. Especially after what you did. it makes me want to rethink my choices that why even are you in my house in the first place."
"I know," he replied, his voice earnest. "But i love you, Y/N. i really do. I might a been a little controlling but i never thought anything bad about you. I just wanted to look out for you, baby.â Jungkook sighed, before continuing. âBut I want to make it right. I want to fix things between us."
You continued to eat, each bite filling your empty stomach but doing little to ease your nerves. The food tasted a little strange, but you brushed it off, just like you brushed off his bullshit. You didnât wanna have this âi DiD wHaT i DiD bEcAUsE i LoVe YoUâ.
"So, what have you been up to?" you asked, trying to start a conversation.
"Just the usual," he said, shrugging. "Work, gym, thinking about you. You know, the usual."
You laughed lightly, though it felt forced. "Yeah, I know the feeling."
After a few minutes of normal conversation. You did ease yourself a little in his presence. He didnât seem too persuasive. Maybe he really just wanted to have a conversation. Though, it was unlike Jungkook but he did seem less Jungkook-ish this evening. And it wasnât normal.
a normal Jungkook, a normal conversation and this bad headache.
Nothing was normal.
You started to feel dizzy, your vision blurring. "Jungkook... I don't feel so good," you mumbled, dropping your fork. Jungkook's expression shifted, a frown forming on his lips, along with a crease forming between his eyebrows. He was worried.
But was he? A hint of something dark flashing in his eyes. But he didnât wanted to show it to you. Yet.
"Maybe you should lie down," he suggested, his voice smooth. "I'll take care of you." He said, getting up to hold you by your shoulders lightly.You tried to stand, but your legs gave out, and Jungkook caught you, his grip firm.
âShh⌠its okay⌠youâre gonna be alright. Just a little headache and dizziness for an hour or so. you wont get unconscious, donât worry baby.â He cooed, slowly guiding you towards your bedroom
Panic started to rise as you started to breathe heavy, your body growing heavier. Though you were still conscious, you had almost no control over your body. âWhat did you do?" you whispered.
"Shh," he soothed, brushing a strand of hair from your face as he laid you on the bed. "It's just something to help you relax. We need to talk, really talk, without any distractions. Gotta talk about your fake promises that you made with me, pudding."
Your vision blurred, and you fought to stay in control. "Jungkook, please..."
Your vision swam as Jungkook's words echoed in your ears, his tone shifting from gentle persuasion to something more intense. "I did everything to love you. Protect you. even built a shrine for our love." he murmured, his grip tightening on your arm. "But you left me. You broke your promise."
Fear and confusion clouded your mind, but his proximity and the drug's effects left you unable to resist. "JungkookâŚ" you managed weakly, your voice barely audible. He leaned closer, his breath hot against your ear.
"I can't let you go, i wont let you go," he whispered, his fingers tracing along your jawline. "You made a huge mistake by breaking up with me, Y/N. And iâll make you regret it today. Youâre mine.â
You swallowed hard, the weight of his words pressing down on you. Despite the fear of his threat, a part of you recognized the desperation in his eyes, a twisted kind of love. obsession.
"Okay," you finally breathed out weakly, hoping to calm him down, to keep yourself safe. Maybe agreeing was the safest option for now, a way to gain his trust. Deep down, you knew this was far from over, you played along, hoping to keep yourself safe from his dangerously twisted self.
His expression softened slightly, a manic gleam in his eyes as he pulled you closer. "I knew you'd understand. Had no choice. Gotta love you some more. Need to keep our promises alive." he murmured, a dangerous edge to his voice. Though his embrace was not something you should enjoy at the moment, you felt a surge of relief mixed with dread.
Your mind raced as Jungkook's grip on you tightened, his words cutting through the haze of the drug. "You're mine, Y/N." he whispered, his voice a chilling blend of possessiveness and longing. "No one else can have you."
You forced yourself to stay calm, nodding weakly in agreement."I know, Jungkook, I belong to you.â You managed to say, your voice trembling.
He nodded, a dark satisfaction crossing his features. "That's right," he murmured, his hand trailing possessively down your arm. "We'll fix everything. Just you and me."
You flinched inwardly at the intensity of his gaze, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "I'm sorry for leaving, kookie. I couldnât see how much you were looking out for me." you offered softly, desperate to placate him, to find a way out of this nightmare.
Kookie. He missed that. He smiled, a hint of warmth in his gaze, contradicting his devious smile.
"You'll make it up to me, I won't let you go again." He insisted, his voice firm.
As his words sank in, a sinking feeling settled in your stomach. You knew this wasn't right, that you shouldn't have to endure this kind of control. But for now, you had to play along You were drugged by this man. And he was crazy.
Jungkook leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "You're mine forever," he breathed, his grip on you unyielding. "And I'll do whatever it takes to keep you." Fear mingled with resignation as you nodded weakly, hoping beyond hope that this little act of yours would finally set you free in the future.
"You have to understand," Jungkook continued, his voice low and urgent. "I can't let anyone else have you. If you try to leave again, I'll... I'll do things you wouldn't like, and you know how persuasive i can be, babyâŚ" His words sent a chill down your spine, the threat hanging heavy in the air.
"Kookie, I didn't mean to hurt you. I just needed some time."
His expression darkened, his grip on you tightening almost imperceptibly. "Time? You had all the time in the world with me," he growled softly.
"But you ignored everything i did for you, Chose to walk away. You made me promise things, and you broke them."
Tears welled up in your eyes as you struggled to find the right words, to calm him down without provoking him further, despite being hazed. "I'm sorry," you slurred, your voice breaking. "I never meant to hurt you, babyâŚ"
He studied you for a moment, his gaze intense and searching.
"I know," he finally said, his tone softening slightly. "That's why l'm giving you another chanceâŚâ
You sighed in relief, only to gasp after.
âRemember babe? You promised to let me record youâŚsleepingâ
âP-promised youâŚ?
âTell me Y/N, would you let me record you sleeping, babyâŚ?â
You hummed lightly, lying boneless in his arms.
âReally babe? youd let me fucking record you while i use your body while youâre asleep?â
âPromise me Y/N. You wont back off, right?â
âAlright, babyâŚâ
âYou canât back off now.â
âY/N?â Jungkook shaked you lightly, dizziness evident in your eyes.
âYeah..?â
âI wanna fuck you and record you while youâre asleep. You wanted to earn my forgiveness, right? We can start off by completing the promises you made.â Jungkook said, almost in a quiet tone, staring right into your eyes.
You gulped in nervousness over his words. You had no choice.
You wanted to save yourself from Jungkook
and that could be only done
by being JungkookâsâŚ
You nodded sofly, a hint of small smile playing on your lips, as you stared at his beautiful brown eyes.
Jungkook looks so sweet. Too sweet that you almost forgot who he really is.
âOf course kookie⌠Iâd do anything to earn your forgivenessâŚâ
Jungkook slowly slumps down your unconscious body on the bed. He felt a surge of excitement, as he was finally be able to do what he had been wanting to, from a long time, and youd finally be able to keep your promise.
Promises arenât meant to be broken, you both know that. Jungkook loved how he still had you in his arms even after everything that happened. Thats the power of the shrine he made at his home of your knick knacks. He knew his love held an immense power as you, the love of his life had finally decided to open your eyes and see what Jungkook was doing for you.
He was your savior. Your lover. Your life.
If it hadnât been him, youâd have been so lost. so hurt, so vulnerable, so messed up. Mind you, you could have even be murdered by someone.
Or by Jungkook, if you werenât his.
But you had Jungkook
He was your life. He knows it.
He stared down at your soft body, lying unconscious on your pink sheets, that smells like vanilla. Jungkook knew you loved him and wanted to prove it when you agreed to take on the sleeping pill 10 minutes ago. You were his. His to use, his to love, his to fuck.
It didnât take Jungkook long to strip your clothes away from your body, laying you in nothing but your light pink cotton lingerie in front of his gaze. Even though he had seen you without them countless times, (well in the past), it felt like he went through a jolt of electricity, sending shivers straight to his spine, a smirk to his lips.
Jungkook's smirk turns into a wicked grin as he looks down at your unconscious body, his fingers staring to trace over the smooth texture of your skin. His eyes glint with excitement and desire, once seeing your fluffy breasts, his cock standing in salute.
"Fuck, you have amazing tits, baby..."
Jungkook mumbles to himself, as he takes a second to admire them before pulling your bra down to free your tits. Wasting no time, He leaned down, taking the soft flesh in his mouth, his lips wrapped around your nipple, sucking softly, swallowing around it, tongue flicking it inside his mouth. They were for him to squeeze, kiss, lick and pinch, after all.
He couldnât get enough of you, like ever. And so, for a brief moment, he pulled away, releasing your wet and tortured nub, as we walks to his drawers, taking out the same camera he used everytime you to did stuff together.
"This is going to be so fucking hot. I am going to make you mine again, baby. I missed you so muchâŚ"
Jungkook turned on the camera. The small red light near the lens indicated the video had started recording. Jungkook makes his way to the bed again, where you were lying there completely at his mercy. He slowly settles himself down beside you, moving the camera closer to your body, recording every inch of you as if he was doing it for the first time. It was Getting hot. You were hot. Jungkook gulped as he slowly removed his white tee, showing off his soft traces of abs and the tattooed arm. He added a few more to his sleeve tattoo collection when you two were not together. Jungkook turned on the air conditioner and sets the temperature on 24. Perfect.
He drifts his attention back to you, his hands move up to your already freed and sucked tits, touching and squeezing them, making sure to get a close-up. His mouth finds a way to your neck, taking in a whiff as he kissed it slowly, his lips wet against your neck. His fingers knead into the flesh of your tits, nipples hard in his palm as he relieves his stress.
He then moves his hand down to your panties, slowly pulling them off as he continues to film. He lets out a satisfied hum when he sees a patch of slick on your panties, not much, but enough to say that you were turned on. In this state. This was how Jungkook made you feel. You were utterly the doe eyed boyâs, in every possible state. This is what true love is. He slowly moved your thighs away, taking a close up of your pussy. Hell, it wasnât freshly waxed. Jungkook knew you liked to keep it clean whenever you both would get intimate. His heart almost swell in pride as he got a proof that you werenât fucking anyone all this time. (Not that he didnât knew it already, he always kept tabs on you.) It still had a soft little patch of hair, but not enough of to make an obstacle to film those luscious lips and needly clit of yours.
Jungkook starts to touch your cunt, filming his fingerâs movement. He starts to rub your clit, watching your reaction, not that he expected any. He starts to whisper filthy things while recording the sinful act.
âLook how wet sheâs for me. Sheâs so fucking hot. Fuck,"
The sight of your now slick wet cunt, being teased by his slender fingers made him extremely tight in the pants. Fuck, it was hard to jerk off to the footages of you in your room, doing your thing when Jungkook used to find ways to get his Y/N back. He had missed you so much. God knows how many times he had came in front of monitor just by seeing you change into your pajamas every night. Or when you crossed your legs while watching TV in the couch, wearing his favorite pink tank top.
He lost a monthâs worth cum when he saw you playing with yourself with the toy HE gifted you. That was the only toy you owned. Only that thing was allowed to enter you whenever Jungkook wasnât around. You were using his toy. Why? You wanted him. You need him. You needed Jungkook, isnt that why you used His replacement to calm yourself down. Why didnât you use your fingers? They werenât long enough? wrong. they didnât satisfy you? No. Jungkook knew why. You obviously missed him. You wanted him back.
Jungkook continues to touch and record himself pleasuring you, his own desire growing with each passing moment. He slowly starts to finger you, starting with one finger, soon followed by a second one, making sure to capture the slick movements, the camera moving a little due to the jerks produced by his other hand working on you. "This is so hot, she's practically begging for it,"
Jungkook continues to finger you and suck on your nipples while the camera captures everything. How wet your pussy was. The slick. The wet sounds. Jungkookâs grunts. Your soft breathing followed but a few straggled breaths. Everything . "Look at her, she loves it. Such a dirty slut. My pretty Y/N. She needs my cock inside her."
Jungkook pulls his fingers out of you, admiring the wetness and a sticky thread of your juices joined between his fingers before bringing them to his mouth and sucking on them, followed by a satisfied hum as if just tasted a forbidden fruit. Well, technically yes, the only difference is this fruit wasnât forbidden. It was completely his.
Jungkook then moves the camera away from your pussy and focuses it on himself as he undoes his pants, the metal of his belt makes a soft click sound as he pulls down his Blue Calvin Klein Denim jeans, followed the the pair of his black Calvin Klein Boxers. His painfully hard cock was already standing parallel to the floor, the veins on it as swollen as the bulbous head, sparkling with a drop of precum. He slowly start to touch his thick length while recording himself.
âYou want this⌠My filthy Y/N. You want my cock inside you.â
Jungkook starts to jerk off, his hand moving vigorously over his shafts, focusing the camera to your body time to time.
âShe doesn't know it but she is a slut. My slut.â
âShe was stupid to even think about leaving me.â
âShe missed me so much. I am going to fuck her so hard to show how much she means to me.â
Jungkook knew he couldnât take it anymore. You were in front of his eyes after a long time. he needed to be inside you, and fuck you like he means it. He focuses the camera on your body once again and spreads your legs wide open, positioning his hips against yours, his hard and heavy cock being brushed against your folds. Jungkook groaned as he pushed the tip in, head being thrown back as he basked in the feeling of your tight walls. It always felt like first time whenever he fucked you.
âFuck! Shit! Y/N I missed this cunt.â
In one swift movement he enters you fully, burying himself to the hilt. He can barely contain himself, his fingers dig in your waist as he fucks his cock inside you, his mouth letting out a guttural moan, pulling his length back just to pound into you again. and again. and again. The sound of your thighs meeting fills the room, with soft grunts and mewls of pleasure escaping Jungkookâs mouth, his eyes solely focused on the sight of your round tits bouncing with every thrust. So pretty, so round, so soft, all his.
Jungkook lips turn into a twisted crescent at the sight. Unable to hold himself any longer, he starts to squeeze and slap your unconscious tits, causing them to become red, which only fuels his desire to slap and squeeze them more, just how you loved it.
âYouâre my cunt, bitch. Gonna Fuck this fact into you.â
Jungkook had noticed that you had started to stir a little, maybe the the reaction of the pill was slowly wearing off. He found you moaning unconsciously at the feeling of his cock pounding facts into you to the hilt.
âM-mhhhâŚk-kook ahh-â He heard you mumble incoherently, feeling your walls clench around him tightly.
âSuch a slut, just woke up and youâre already about to cum? You missed my dick that much baby?â Jungkook groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chases down his own orgasm. It took him all his might not to bust a nut just right then at the feeling of you clenching around him so tightly.
âGonna cum in you, you want that, right love?â Jungkook said, his hips never stopping to move against yours, as you slowly started to feel faint trickles of your orgasm, which got stronger and stronger with Jungkookâs pounding. You gasped loudly as he thrusted himself in you for the last time, emptying thick ropes of his cum inside you and filling you to the brim.
The room was quiet, the only thing that could be heard was the humming of air conditioner, and both of your soft breathing, as you lay on the bed beside, your back firmly pressed against his chest. You still felt a little drowsy due to the effect that pill had on you, but Jungkook had made sure to clean you up and change you to your comfortable pjs. The purple satin ones.
His face was buried in the crook of your neck, his fingers playing with the chain of your âpendantâ that Jungkook had bought you tonight as a gift for your union since you threw the last one.
ââŚdo you forgive me ggukieâŚ?â You mumbled, earning a soft hum from him.
âI forgive you, Y/N. But if this happens again-"
âIt wont happen again.â You cut him off. âI promise, kook.â
His smile returned, though it lacked warmth. "Good," he said, his voice tinged with possessive satisfaction. "Now, let's forget about everything else. It's just you and me now, Y/N No one fucking else. Iâll kill them if anyone gets between us, Y/N.â
You hummed, finally surrendering to the situation that has you caught up in a fucking cycle. And you knew.
The only way to get rid of Jungkook,
was to be with Jungkook.
Jungkook felt you slowly drifting away, so he shifts you in such a way that you were lying on your back. He sat up, his back pressed against the headboard. He reached to the night stand and grabbed his camera, to see how you kept your promise to earn his forgiveness.
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