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itstheghostofmypast · 6 months ago

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Screw You!

Soulmate/Corporate AU Choi San x (F)Reader

Summary: Never had she met someone who would say their boss was a good boss, but if you ask her, the corporate warlord she slaved away for was the worst. A true hypocrite, with a pretty face, nice smile, and a rotten,ugly heart- an overtime loving prick. One she was stuck with on HER day, happy birthday to her.

Genre: Fluff

Rating: SFW

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.6k

Est.Read Time: 13 min

Networks: @cromernet @k-labels @illusionnet

Banner: @cafekitsune

A/N: Yes, I did write myself a birthday fic- I am not delusional. Also, I had been keeping @justsomekpopstuff 's request literally for this day!

Soulmates, the concept of love, the proof of your "other half" sounds like a load of fun until you realise there's an expiry date on that fun little deal. The beauty of this ideal world was that each soul is blessed with an ink, an ink that morphs into a phrase or a sentence, one that is uttered by their other half at one point of their lonely lives.

In this fundamentally twisted world, she was one of the few who had been blessed with one of the most horrendous soulmate one liners, "Being on time means, no overtime." One she'd gladly cover up with a long sleeved shirt, a cardigan, coat or whatever she could find- yes, she had once thought of getting a tattoo over it, but apparently that was illegal? Like, okay?

As a child, she'd stare at her forearm before glancing at her parents' palms. Both had a single word on their palms, their names. Her bestfriend had a cute phrase on her wrist, one that had her taste the bitter sweet awe at the back of tongue when she saw the boy mumble that question to her platonic soulmate, "Be my starlight?" It was sweet, adorable, swoonworthy even, but like any normal teenagers, her hormones told her a different story, "You're dying single."

As the years passed by she still clung onto some form of hope, wishing that whoever this was, was some good-looking corporate hunk and NOT SOME OLD MAN- mind you, this thought had only occurred to her when her sister had stumbled across her soulmate by accident at a cafe. The young but clumsy barista had almost dropped her coffee on her. Instead, he placed his hand in the way, smiling through the pain as he hissed, "Ain't hotter than you." Granted, Mingi was a weird dude, but he was the one her sister was destined with and as much as she admired the two pair in their late teens, the girl who had hit 21 had an epiphany, "Fate hates me."

Life went on, though. People around her were slowly reuniting with their other halves, but her- screw Plato's theory of other halves. He didn't know anything. Soon enough, she found herself coming home to an empty apartment, waking up in a cold bed, staring up at the dull ceiling, letting the silence hug her with its melancholic tune. There was not much she could do anyway, everyone would remind her not to lose hope, the ugly, rude, black ink in cursive was a sign of assurity that there was someone out there for her. Yeah, an old balding, stubby man, probably with a beer belly and all that crap- yes, this could be a horrid over exaggeration. Looks didn't matter. Personality did. That was true, but then, even if he was a sweet person, why would her other half say something so pointless? Something so blunt and rude?

Yes, that was the paradoxical dilemma that had her up on alternate nights. What if he is a good-looking hunk, but is a total prick! There was no winning in this situation. To top it all off, she had managed to somehow land herself a small little place on the corporate world- now proudly titled as a team leader, she could gladly say that this world was nothing more than a dog eat dog world and she was the bone fate had been chewing on for almost 26 years.

And when our poor, little, angel-hearted, extremely polite and definitely not bitterly sarcastic protagonist was not wailing about the ink on her forearm, she was daydreaming about choking the man on the 28th floor. The bastard who had been the bane of her existence, joining on the same day together but, oh, since he was oh so great at licking them boots, he'd managed to score a bit higher than her. Misogyny at its finest. Who cared if he wasn't even aiming for the same goal as her? Who cares if he was part of the finance team!? Sure it wasn't his fault the advertising head wasn't a fan of her, delaying her promotion till the old prick had finally retired- still, her current higher up, should have at least suffered the same way! To some extent.

"Some people are just lucky." She grimaced at the way her annoyingly sweet best friend had uttered during one of their afternoon coffees, placing a hand on hers, "And, if we remember correctly, you're the competitive one. I told you not to turn it into a competition." Yes, she did handle that situation maturely, chugging down her coffee, grumbling about how break was almost over, leaving the cafe with a, "I'll tell Seonghwa you've been eying up Choi Stupid from work."

Choi Stupid. Technically, that wasn't his name, but let's call him that. Initially, she had thought he was kinda nice, cute too, but then he was just too nice? How do you get everyone to like you? Can you actually be this nice? No, she was sure he was a snarky, mean bastard deep down- yes, he did manage to get the intern manager to like him as well, yes that man would praise Choi Stupid even if he was in the wrong, even if she did better than Choi Stupid, he was somehow appreciated that day too. Eventually she had just began to ignore him, only give him one word responses, but one thing was for sure, Choi Stupid was as competitive as her, but unlike her, luck had been on his side since the start, which is why his boss was a nice lady, while her's was Satan's retired manwhore- for sure.

And as fate would have it, with the annual dinner approaching, the teams and departments were working insynch, collaborating, especially the marketing and the finance department and although she loved such creative opportunities there was one problem- Choi Stupid by default was her boss during this project. And he had made sure to make her already miserable life ten times worse.

Never had she met someone who would say their boss was a good boss, but if you ask her, the corporate warlord she slaved away for was the worst. A true hypocrite, with a pretty face, nice smile, and a rotten,ugly heart- an overtime loving prick. One she was stuck with on HER day, happy birthday to her.

It all started when she had woken up to the doorbell ringing in the middle of the night, opening the door to her family and friends who had come to give her a surprise birthday party- hey, not her fault her birthday landed on a 'working Saturday'. So yes, like any unlucky, lonely, sad 26 year old she had celebrated her special day till around 3 A.M. before knocking out cold and waking up late for work- the best way to celebrate the new year.

With a sigh she leaned back against the chair, unsure if the creaking was coming from it or her poor back, before glancing at the wall clock, leave it to Choi Stupid to have her finishing up everyone else's tasks- technically the reports were her domain, she was team leader after all, but still, she has been here since morning, she had missed her lunch with her family and her usual afternoon coffee with her friends- what a way to enjoy the day.

There was no one else on the floor but her, a part of her wanted to abandon the work and just leave, but the more responsible portion of her soul was already busy beating her up for slacking off like this. Yawning in defeat, she hunched over the desk, glaring at the screen of her desktop, audibly sighing when the familiar clicking of shoes approached her, ignoring the way they progressively got closer.

She actually forgot about him for a moment, busy reading a report, thinking of what to add when she felt him hovering next to her, "It's bad enough you have me working on my birthday, I don't need you to baby me."

With a heavy sigh, he controlled the urge to roll his eyes, placing the coffee cup on her desk in a civil manner. What was she five? Complaining about her birthday like that, it's not his fault she was late. In fact, he had to stay overtime as well, because of her! Her presence was irritating enough, but the constant pestering of his friends about his lack of significant other had him huffing all day, especially when the boss-man asked him today, "Sannie boy, you better look for her quick, you seem to be sulking these days." He only gave the bastard a tight-lipped smile, easy to say for a man who apparently found his other half at the age of ten - oh how San would give anything remotely like that. Imagine knowing your other half for so long, hell, the only people he'd known for a while her of course, his family and friends....and....her.

"What you staring at, Choi? This part of your overtime punishment?" She snapped him back to reality, snatching the cup off the desk in a graceless manner. He didn't deserve a thank you.

He could only scoff at her reaction, pushing up his glasses before shaking his head, she was hopeless, whoever gets stuck with her probably would be sent directly to heaven- considering his punishment would be to spend the rest of his life with this creature. Giving her one more glare, he mumbled, walking away, "Being on time means no overtime."

Her body jerked at the sudden realisation, twitching as her head whipped in his direction, staring at that disgusting-or not- broad back, her lips moving quicker than her brain to process, her automatic defense system kicking in before she could stop herself, instantly having him freeze in his tracks as her voice echoed, "Oh, SCREW YOU!"

An audible gasped caught his burning ears, though he stood there in place, ever so slowly the pieces coming together, forming a picture that had him laughing at the irony.

Her hand slapped against her mouth, eyes widening when she saw him turn around and glare at her, slowly walking towards her, staring her down hard. Clearing her throat, she tried to mumble an apology- wonderful girl, make sure he hates you the moment you meet him, HELL HOW WAS SHE SUPPOSED TO KNOW IT WAS HIM THIS ENTIRE TIME!?

"S-San I-"

Her words caught up in her throat when she realised what he was doing. Approaching her with careful steps he tugged on his tie in an aggressive manner, ignoring her when she tried to speak as he trapped her between the desk and his body, popping open the first two buttons of his crisp white dressshirt with one hand, his other hand gripping her shoulder, rolling his eyes when he noticed her close hers in fear, hande covering her face.

"THIS IS HARRASSMENT-"

"Read." His calm voice cut her off, gently giving her shoulder a squeeze, signalling her to do as told.

She peeked through her fingers, scanning the exposed neck line, about to scream, or possibly kick him down south. That is when her eyes caught trace of a cursive right above his collar bone.

"What...the...hell. " With a faint whisper she lowered her hands, not noticing how he was now looking at her with a certain softness, not noticing how his hands were on her waist, too busy to notice how his face was flushed, his ears burning a bright pink when she traced the phrase on his skin with the tip of her fingers, mumbling, "Oh, screw you..."

"I can't believe it, all this time, it was you." He mumbled, letting her have her moment, but not stopping with his, staring at her with a new kind of tenderness, "I spent my entire life thinking this meant my other half would reject me...I was made fun of till this day....I just...If I had known-"

"I thought I'd be married to an old, bald suited man."

His eyes flickered from her lips to her eyes, "What...do you mean..."

"This, you fool, who says this to someone you're supposed to spend the rest of your life with?" She snorted, unbuttoning her cuff and rolling up her sleeve to show the statement on her forearm, letting him gently grip her wrist, bringing her closer so he could read, "I...yeah I see what you mean-Wow, we just had really weird things to say, huh?" He smiled, looking up at her, and for some ungodly reason, those dimpled and stupid glasses suddenly made her heart beat a little too fast for her liking.

"Speak for yourself. What I said was cool as hell." She mumbled, trying to distract herself, trying not to jump into his arms and break down, to think they met three years ago, and never knew any of this.

His brows raised at her statement, almost about to say something before choosing to lean closer to her, smirking at the way her eyes widened like a dear caught in headlights. Her hands gripped the lapels of his coat, eyes closing when he was a breath away - until she heard a soft click and his warmth disappeared.

"Oh, look, I guess you don't need to work overtime anymore." He chuckled, eying how she stood there dumbfounded, staring at the desktop he had turned off, while he placed her things in her bag for her before slinging the laptop bag over his shoulder, "I'd take your purse too...but...the red doesn't go well with my outfit."

A loud cackle resonated across the empty floor, causing Choi Stupid to smile like a mad man at the woman who was running towards the elevator with him hot on her heels behind her.

The doors closed with a ding as he glanced at her, blushing at how she was shamelessly staring back at him, arms crossed over her chest as she leaned against the wall of the elevator with a smirk.

"What?" He asked, tilting his head, knowing he wasn't gonna like whatever was coming next.

"Lady luck ain't on your side no more, buddy."

"Why'd you say that??" He asked, raising a brow, somewhat amused at this sudden boost of energy she was now blessed with.

"Gotta spend the rest of my your pathetic life with me."

"Actually, I think I'm pretty lucky. Not only do I get to do that, I still have an hour or so before your day ends...so technically, I think you're finally getting a bit lucky there...having your other half save you and take you out on a nice relaxing dinner for your birthday."

The doors opened as he walked out, chuckling at her gasp, amusing how quick she was even in those heels.

"Save me!? From who!?"

Opening the car door for her, he gestured for her to sit and smiled while closing it, "From Choi Stupid." Laughing at the muffled whining that he could hear while he walked over to his side of the door. Truly lady luck had never left his side, because from the day he had seen her, he had wished she was the one, even when she was being her gremlin self- a part of him wished it was him.

By the time the two had gotten to the road a comfortable silence had settled between them, and a small smile had graced his lips, especially when he had felt her lace their fingers together, giving his hand a light squeeze.

She glanced at their hands, sighing in relief, grateful and somewhat pleasantly surprised, feeling a bit too giddy when he raised her hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the back of her hand, before casually beginning to drive again.

What a birthday surprise indeed.

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ihavethedreamies · 11 months ago

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Happy Birthday | Seonghwa [NSFW]

Park Seonghwa - ATEEZ

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~5.5k

Pairing: Seonghwa x AFAB!Reader

Genre: Reader-Insert, Fluff, Smut, Super Cute, Super Sweet

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Kissing, Oral (F! Receiving), Fingering, Handjob, Unprotected Sex (Don't!)

Author's Note: This a story requested by/written for my friend @sadfragilegirl! I don't normally write this level of fluffy romance, but I tried really hard! It’s a little early for her actual birthday, but she didn't mind~

I have the setting as Switzerland as if the reader and Seonghwa live in Korea, so sorry if you already live in Switzerland or something…

Revised (1/31/25) - I forgot to change the name to (Y/N), so I fixed it!

I am cross-posting this on Archive. Please reblog! Share, even if its to the other sites! Let me know if you want to be on the taglist!

“What’s this?” you look from the envelope to him skeptically. He said it’s a surprise, but you were expecting him to place a box or even a bag in your hands when you close your eyes. When the paper hits your palms instead, your eyes fly open, looking at him with question.

“Just open it, love.” Seonghwa huffs with amusement, adjusting his position on the couch so he’s facing you more. It’s not like a card, it’s a normal white envelope, like from when you get a bill in the mail. Staring at him to gauge his reaction, you reach in, and your fingers feel two slips of paper inside. Pulling them out, you flip them over, still watching him. Your eyes leave his to read the words on the slips and your mouth falls open.

“Your passport is still valid, right?” He smiles wide at your reaction.

“Switzerland?!” You look rapidly between his gift and his face.

“That’s where you talk about all the time…” Seonghwa leans forward a bit to get a better view of your face. He wants you to be excited, but’s worried you might start crying, though you seem okay.

“But…why?”

“Your birthday?” He says it like it’s obvious. You look back to the tickets, checking over the date, noticing it will be the day before your birthday, in about two week.

“Is this early enough notice for you to get off work?” He’s a little worried he should have done it sooner, but he needed to make sure all his paperwork was in order as well. Luckily, since it’s only going to be about four or so days, the visa was easy to get.

“Yes, it’s early enough- Park Seonghwa!” Your demeanor has shifted drastically, and he recoils a bit.

“Why would you do something so elaborate for my birthday?” Your brow furrows and he calms, exhaling in slight exasperation.

“Why wouldn’t I? You’re going to be a quarter of a century.” Your boyfriend smiles playfully, and you sneer back just as playfully. Clicking your tongue, you look back at the tickets.

“I was able to rent a town house unit instead of a hotel room, I thought it might be homier…” He pulls out his phone so he can show you the bookings. It’s more of a bed and breakfast type deal, but it would be just the two of you. You have to rip your gaze away from the plane tickets to look at the listing he shows you; it’s perfect, warm, and cozy. There’s a small living room and a small kitchen and dining area, with the bedroom and bathroom upstairs. Small, but still bigger than a hotel room.

“Seonghwa…” You drift off, and he looks over your face again, and he notices your eyes have gotten glossy, and you swallow hard.

“Please don’t cry, love.” He huffs, hand going to your cheek so he can brush the stray tear off your cheek with his thumb.

“But it’s so freaking sweet…” You sniff and he chuckles, resting his cheek on the crown of your head when you slump into him, head on his shoulder.

~θωθ~

The next two weeks are a blur, your job is willing to let you get off for that short time, you hardly ever take time off, let alone for yourself. Your coworkers are a bit disappointed that you won’t be there so they could use your birthday as an excuse to go out to drink. Seonghwa helps you make sure all of the technical parts are handled, like your paperwork for your passport and other such things. What you didn’t notice at first is that the tickets are for business class. Not quite top-tier first class, but way better than economy, especially for a nearly twelve-hour flights. Your flight is set to take off at about two in the afternoon and so you will arrive in Switzerland for 7 pm their time. You two have even been preparing as much as possible for the jet lag you are going to experience, but it’s a bit hard since you both still had to work. The flight is long, but it’s quite fun and it’s fancy. You have never flown so far internationally, let alone in such a comfortable way. The meal is ten times better than what plane food you normally get to eat, and it’s even better because Seonghwa is with you the whole time. You already thought he was the best boyfriend anyone had ever had, but this really is the icing on the cake…

~υ3υ~

“Cake, for breakfast?” You grumble groggily, looking at the dessert he’s set on the nightstand. By the time you had gotten all settled into your lodging, it was nearly ten at night, so you had fallen asleep quickly. The clock next to the cake reads 11:42, to technically, it will be cake for lunch.

“We’re not going to eat it now, but I want you to blow out the candle first~” You still haven’t crawled out far enough from your blanket cocoon to look at him, only seeing his hands stick the blue ‘25’ candle into the top of the dessert. The icing is white and has yellow and purple flowers piped around for decoration. Seonghwa chuckles as he helps you sit up, the plush duvet falling to your lap as you rub your eyes. When your vision focuses back, you can read the top of the cake, “Happy Birthday, Love.” He smiles, reading the top of the cake for you. He brushes an errant strand of hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear, then leaves a soft kiss on your forehead. Yawning and stretching, you turn in the bed as he lights the candle with a match, then he carefully sits on the bed with you, holding the cake steadily.

“Make a wish~” He’s so freaking pretty, let alone when he smiles… How’d you get so luck? You wonder than often. You finally notice that he has a headband on that has a small fake crown attached to it, a plastic tiara lying next to him on the bed. You smile, looking to the small flame and close your eyes, ‘let me be able to be with him forever’, then you blow out the candle. You clap to yourself softly as he puts the birthday cake back down, then grabs the gold piece of plastic, and lets it slip onto your head, the little combs on the end securing it with your hair. When his hands come away, you adjust it slightly, and before you can thank him, he has something else he’s handing you. Not only that, there are two more boxes on the floor along with the gift bag he’s handing you.

“What the…Seonghwa!” You scold half-heartedly. He’s already flown you to a whole other country, rented a beautiful place to stay, and got you a very yummy looking cake.

“Just open it~” He lets you take the bag, sitting on the bed before you at a better angle. He’s in a white cardigan sweater; the low neck showing his collarbone off as it stretches over his shoulders. He doesn’t have anything on underneath and the swath of skin that’s revealed makes you want to lean forward and kiss away the smooth perfection. Forcing your attention back to the gift, you remove the tissue paper and reach in to grab the actual gift. It's a small wooden box, beautifully stained dark with gold painted cherry blossoms dotting the wood. It’s already beautiful, but when you lift the lid at the hinges, a soft melody begins to play, one very familiar to you. Seonghwa notices the tears welling in your eyes again, but he just leaves it be, there’s not point trying to get you to stop crying at this point. The little ballerina that rises off her perch in the music box spins smoothly along with the melody, her little dress was a soft purple, her hair up in a bun, the same color as your own.

“Seonghwa…” You’re nearly out of breath; it’s gorgeous.

“Where did you find this?” You run your finger over the deep purple interior, watching her spin in her dance; it’s a different exterior, but almost identical otherwise to one you had as a child. The song is even the same, and you had lost the box when you moved in fifth grade, heartbroken that you’d never see it again.

“There’s a store I found that has European antiques. I was just looking in the window and I saw this through the window. When I heard the song, I grabbed it, since I know it’s your favorite.” He explains, leaning down to grab one of the boxes. You reluctantly close the music box, setting it gently to the side, letting him place the box on your lap.

“There are more for today…” He grabs the other box as well as you untie the ribbon and open the bigger, flat box. Inside is a dress made from a delicate, pale-yellow material. It’s decorated with purple flowers, resembling the cake sitting on the bedside table. There’s also a pair of white sandals decorated with yellow flowers.

“Oh, it’s so pretty~!” You smile at the dress, fingers running over the purple collar of the dress. Yes, it’s a present, but it’s going to be hard to beat the music box. The next item he hands to you is wrapped. He scolds you for being delicate with the wrapping paper, but none-the-less lets you slowly open it, trying not to tear the white shiny paper too bad. Inside is a box of luxury bath supplies. It has a bath bomb, salts, bubble bath soap, and a small pillow to put on the edge of the tub for your head.

“Why don’t you take a bath and then we can get a later lunch?” Seonghwa helps you get the tape of the plastic box so you can open it. You hum as the delicate fruity scents hit your nose and you nearly jump out of bed, eager to get in the tub. He chuckles as you shuffle quickly into the bathroom, and he smiles even wider at your excited gasp.

“You already drew the water~!” He hears a small splash, “It’s just right!” You peak your head out of the door, and he smiles.

“Thank you, Seonghwa~”

“Of course, love.” He lets you take your bath and gets ready for everything else he has planned. You plop the round ball into the water, watching it fizz and turn the water a warm reddish pink. You sprinkle some of the salts in as well, letting them dissolve before quickly shedding your sleepwear and sinking in. The tub is nice and big, perfect for relaxing.

“Oh, I almost forgot!” You reach over the edge, grabbing the small pillow and use the suction cups to attach it to the edge. Sighing, you relax into the nice hot water, the pleasant aroma and salts soothing you as well. The plane ride, while much better in business class, still has left you a bite sore and the bath is just was you need. After you’re done, you fix your hair, put on some light makeup, and put on the dress. Looking yourself over in the tall standing mirror near the dresser of the bedroom, you smile at your reflection. It fit perfectly, of course, and it’s incredibly comfortable. Grabbing a small bag to use as a purse, you grab the sandals as well, and meet Seonghwa downstairs in the small living room at the front of your lodging.

“Does it look good?” you ask as you go in, drawing his attention away from his phone to you. He gapes for a second, then smiles warmly, “You look absolutely gorgeous, love~” Like he has any room to talk… As you go to leave, he kneels down in front of you, helping you get the sandals on, then leads you out with your hand in his. The weather is perfect, fluffy white clouds floating through the deep blue sky. People mill up and down and about the cobblestone street and you join them.

“The restaurant for lunch is just on the next street.” He tells you, and you make your way down the sidewalk and around the corner to get to a more business-centered street.

It’s a lovely little bistro-type establishment and you even get a free dessert because of your birthday. Since you don’t have to drive anywhere, you both enjoy a glass of champagne, and you honestly eat more than you should’ve.

“Why don’t we walk and look at the shops?” Seonghwa motions down the street after paying the bill, not letting you even look at the receipt. There are several little businesses, many of which are obviously getting most of their circulation from tourists. You have to be really careful with what you look at, or how long, or if you even make a comment on something. Seonghwa tries to buy everything you’re even slightly interested in, so you have to hold your tongue a bit. At the end of the street is a small courtyard with a fountain in the center, some street vendors and performers are set up for the many passerby. By the time you reach the fountain, you have acquired a silver charm bracelet, a pocket mirror with a celestial design on the back, a set of three glass figurines of your favorite animal, and a pair of flats with a pretty floral design. Those are just the nice gifts, you’ve also eaten several different confections, and have gotten a bag of marbles made to look like dragon eggs, a wooden flute, a much nicer though still fake tiara, and earrings made to look like macarons.

“I really don’t need all of this, Seonghwa.” You huff, taking a seat at the edge of the fountain. He’s been carrying the bags, not even letting you hold the bag of chocolate covered pretzels.

“Yes, you do.” Your boyfriend tries to hide his smile, trying to maintain his false seriousness. As you walked down the road, you had also taken several pictures at various places where it was intended to be done. Many of them are selfies of the two of you, or simply of you standing with various things. There was a giant taxidermy bear, with a huge teddy bear next to it, and you even put on a headband with bear ears on it for the picture, but did not let Seonghwa buy it. A state of some local historic figures, a model of the largest fish ever caught in the area, and several pictures of you holding miniature instruments are among the photos. Together you took pictures in front of the shops you bought stuff from, for reference, and at seemingly random times, when he would wrap his arm around your shoulders and make you look at his phone. There are several times when you’d be near a group of girls and you could tell they were staring at your boyfriend and whispering, but you don’t know the language they were speaking. Your eyes flit over to his rather exposed upper chest; at first incredibly pleased with him wearing such a flattering top, but you wonder if maybe you want to be the only one able to see him like that. So, you got a matching set of small capes made to look like they were worn by monarchs. It covers him enough, but still won’t make him too hot in the midday sun.

“Can you keep going or do we need to head back?”

“I’m fine looking at more shops, but I need you to promise and not buy me something else unless I explicitly ask you to.” You point your finger in his face, making sure he’s looking at you.

“Okay, I promise.” He sounds a bit put off, but he smiles right away, reaching up to adjust your cape. With your tiara, you look and feel a bit childish, but it’s your birthday, dammit! You’re going to do what you wish. The day continues in bliss, and most of what Seonghwa buys you after is food, except for a medium-sized stuffed wolf and a nice pair of sunglasses since the clouds decide to leave and the bright light hurts your eyes. As you sit on the grass at the edge of the waterway running through the middle of town, you take the glasses off and set them over the snout of the stuffed wolf. The spot is near the edge of town, and on the other side of the water is a field that, when in season, would be filled with flowers. However, this time of year, there aren’t any in bloom. The sun is creeping closer to the horizon, a beautiful array of colors painting the sky.

“This place is gorgeous~” You sigh in bliss, leaning back, propping yourself up with your hands on the ground behind you.

“That’s why I picked it.” Seonghwa hums, digging through one of the many bags, looking for something. A few stores back, he’d come out with a canvas, zipped bag, and would not for any reason let you look inside. He’d also added a few things over the following hours, and you’re growing incredibly curious. But you suppose you can be patient… As you watch the sun sink to just peak over the distant horizon, he makes a noise of realization and hurriedly begins to pack stuff up.

“Seonghwa?”

“Let’s head back, I have…” He halts, then shakes his head, helping you stand up from the ground, “Let’s head back.” You’re growing even more curious as you walk back to your rented lodging. The restaurant right across the way is finally open, seemingly only for dinner, and it seems Seonghwa made a reservation. While the bistro offered food you’re at least familiar with, you haven’t ever tried anything even similar to the menu. Your boyfriend tells you to ignore the prices and order anything that looks good, so you can try everything. Luckily, you have no idea what the conversion rate of the currency is, so you can reliably ignore the cost.

“Do you mind sitting and waiting for a little bit?” he asks, gathering up the bags after he pays the bill.

“Uh, okay?” Your place is literally right across the street, so you don’t mind.

“I’ll message you when you can come!” he calls as he leaves the establishment, and you watch him jog across and enter the place.

“Huh…” You know he’s planning another surprise, but you have no clue what it is. You’re able to finish your drink before you get the text, your phone buzzing with his specific notification sound. Since the meal was already paid for, you simply get up and leave the restaurant, heading across the street and entering the lodging yourself. Only the lamp was on in the living room, but you’re able to see there are several items on the coffee table that were not there when you left. This intrigues you, so you had straight in, not noticing the flower petals littering the floor of the hall leading further in and toward the stairs. Stopping by the table, you see there is a bouquet of yellow and purple flowers in a vase, two candles on each side, another box wrapped in a ribbon, with an envelope on top. You smile at the sight, still a little blown away by the effort your boyfriend has put into celebrating your birthday. Leaning down, you grab the envelope first, pulling the card out that lay inside.

Please put this on, love and come up~

You read in his smooth handwriting, and you carefully set the note down, reaching for the box then. Pulling the ribbon loose, you look inside and find another item he’s bought you to wear. This time, it’s a soft, lacy babydoll lingerie set in a delicate purple shade. In the corner of the box is a small glass bottle designed to look like a diamond; the scent of the perfume is heavenly. There’s a thin satin robe to match, and your face flushes a bit at the sight. You’ve never been confident enough to buy something like this to wear before. However, seeing what he bought gives you an extreme confidence boost, and it makes you feel beautiful and sexy as you put it on in the water closet on the first floor. After you get the set carefully on and spray the perfume in all the right places. Looking over yourself the best you can in the mirror, you drape the robe on over the lingerie, and prepare to join your boyfriend. You’re honestly a bit nervous; it isn’t that you’d never had sex with Seonghwa, because you definitely have, but this is different. He’s got you wrapped up like you’re a gift for him and you feel incredibly wanted and special; even more so than usual. It’s as you enter the hallway that you finally see the purple petals decorating the hardwood floor and lead up the stairs. You’re careful when going up, not wanting to damage the petals too much, nor slip and ruin the evening. Taking a deep breath to steady your excitement and nerves, you put your hand on the doorknob, and open the door. There’s candles set up around the room, the love soft light casting across your boyfriend, who’s sitting on the bed, a single flower twirling in his grasp. His face is a bit bashful, probably because he’s changed into thin, flowy black pants, and a matching black button up…but it’s undone, hanging open, revealing the smooth skin his sweater earlier gave a sneak peak of. When his eyes land on you as well, his nerves fade, seeing you wrapped up in the robe and lingerie he’d picked out. Even though it’s your birthday, you’re a gift to him, the elegant scent of the perfume wafting gently toward him as you move closer, letting the door fall closed. He stands to meet you, both of your faces slightly flushed. You take the flower from him, and he tucks a lock of your hair behind your ear, then tips your head back by his hand on your chin so your eyes can meet his.

“You look beautiful, (Y/N)~” He hums when he leans in, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth and you have to fiddle with your fingers to hold back from just running your hands over his bare torso.

“Have you had a good birthday, love?”

“Of course, Seonghwa.” You whine a bit at the end, wanting his soft kisses over your cheek to go back to your lips.

“Would you like a bit of dessert?” he asks, leading you toward the bed. You still haven’t eaten the cake he put in the fridge that morning, but that isn’t what he means. He had a display plate on the bed with several different cuts of fruit and you smile. You actually prefer fruit or something fruity and sweet for dessert even over a pastry. You sit delicately on the bed and move up further at his prompting as he joins you, placing the platter in between you two. As he holds a strawberry up to your lips, he mimics the bite you take, smirking a bit as you chew. A bit of sweet juice runs over your bottom lip, so he leans forward, running his tongue over the trail, then finally captures your lips in a kiss. You whimper in relief, and eagerly let his tongue then enter your mouth so he can taste the strawberry on your own tongue. After you eat each piece of fruit, he licks the remnants off your face and tongue. When he gives you the second cherry, he takes one of the stems and challenges you to see if you can tie it in a knot together. Well, you can’t, but maybe because you’re both too focused on the kiss than tying the stem. The kiss that follows the gentle flavor of banana is the final step, and he sets the platter to the side, deepening the kiss further and leading you to remove the soft purple robe you have on over the lingerie. He exhales in awe, the nearly sheer fabric encompassing your breasts is lined in soft lace, the lower part of the babydoll is truly sheer and lays over your ribs, ending the same lace as the top. The panties are barely such, but adds a sweet and delicate detail. He inhaled deeply as his nose run over the column of your throat, enjoying the aroma of the perfume. Seonghwa’s soft kisses quickly grow harder, his tongue running over your skin. You whimper when his teeth sink into the crook of your neck slightly. It morphs into a full moan when he sucks hard, and you know it leaves a mark. He continues this pattern, each new bruise setting your skin ablaze further. After what has to be the tenth or eleventh love bite, he pulls away, sitting back to admire his handiwork. Your face is flushed all the way down to your chest and the tips of your ears, your core already clenching around nothing. Seonghwa brings his fingers to your pussy, rubbing at your folds through your panties, the thin material not able to hide how wet you already are.

“Already so wet, love.” He hums, mouth back near your neck, his voice rumbling in your ear. Trying to ignore his fingers at your core, your hands come up and shakily tug at his shirt, trying to get it off. He chuckles, helping you with the process, and before he can lean back over you, you sit up yourself. Your boyfriend raises an eyebrow in curiosity, then smirks when your lips meet his neck in return. I’s your birthday, and if you want to mark him back, he’s going to let you. You can’t use the same amount of force he did, and you’re nervous to even just nibble his skin. After about three smaller marks, your lips find his again, and he rests back against the headboard, pulling you into his lap. You take your chance and find the waist band of his pants, the thin material not hiding his arousal much. As you pull his cock out, your small hand wraps around him, lips going back to his. Since you’re distracted by the kiss, his own hand finds your core, his fingers sneaking into your panties. You whimper when he runs two fingers through your dripping golds, trying to maintain focus of your own task. Your other hand joins the first to cover him better, and he buries a long finger inside. He smirks when you walls clench around the digit, pumping is a bit before easily adding a second. Your whine spurs him on, his own mind a bit foggy with your soft little hands wrapped around him. Seonghwa spreads his fingers, pressing against your tight walls, getting you ready for him.

“Hold on, love.” He stops your own pumping viners, removing his as well and leading you to lie back down. You nearly yelp in protest when he climbs off the bed, but you watch him remove the rest of his garments, then he lightly grabs your ankle, and pulls you down to the edge of the bed. He tries not to laugh at your squeak when he does it, instead falling to his knees on the floor, making his face level with your pussy. Fully removing your panties, you mewl at his warm breath on your core, then gasps when his tongue runs through your holds.

“S-Seonghwa~!”

“You’re doing so good for me, love.” He mumbles, then buries his tongue inside you, thumb going to your clit. Seonghwa can tell by your twitching hips and little whimpers that you’re already close. His tongue leaves your core, then runs up to flick at your clit and your orgasm hits you suddenly.

“Ah~!” Your little whines rise and fall with the waves of your climax, leaving you quivering at the end.

“Such a good job.” Seonghwa kisses your inner thigh, rising back of the floor, easily wrapping his arms around you and getting you back further up the bed. Lying there, recovering, he unwraps you like a present, slipping the lingerie fully off, leaving you bare before him. As he adjusts your legs, spreading them and leading you to wrap them around his waist, he kisses you. You whine louder, feeling the head of his cock rubbing through your folds. He can feel the vibrations of your moans as he slowly sinks inside, inch by inch till he’s inside to the hilt. Your boyfriend lets you get accustomed to the stretch, kissing over your face lightly, telling you how wonderful you are.

“Move, please.” Your voice is soft, fingers flying to his hair when he gives a slow shallow thrust. He builds his pace steadily, and you yelp when he’s allowed a new angle after hiking your leg up higher, knee over his elbow.

“So good, love. You’re so pretty, and cute…” His words are littered with little pants, your gummy walls hugging his cock so good. When he leans back over to kiss you again, your leg over his arms shifts as well, allowing his cock to hit a whole new angle.

“S-Seonghwa~!” You cry, feeling your next orgasm rising. He leaves the kiss, barely, lips still slightly touching, and his own thrusts are growing uneven.

“Hold on, love, let’s do it together.” He coaches and you nod, then he gives two more thrusts, even harder than the previous ones. Your high-pitch, quivering moan harmonizes with his low groan, the heat of his release warms your core and up into your tummy. As you both catch your breath, he wraps his arms around you, sitting up with you, leaving you in his lap again, half-hard cock still inside. You haven’t noticed that he’s grabbed something else from the nightstand, still in the haze of your release.

“I have one more present, love.” He presses his cheek to your hair when you slump forward the rest on his chest.

“Hm?” You let him help you sit up better, holding you at waist so you don’t ragdoll back to the bed.

“I know you’ve never wanted this to be a big, fancy thing…” He presents the small box to you, and your heart bet increases, so much that he can feel it through his cock still inside you.

“Hwa?” You breathe out, hand resting on his shoulder as he uses his thumb to flick the box open. Inside is a thin silver ring, a small diamond resting in the middle, two small rubies resting next to the center gem.

“(Y/N), you’re the love of my life, and I can’t think of ever letting you go. Will you be my wife?” He knows you’re already crying, without even having to look at your face. With hitching sobs, you nod, not able to get words out, resting fully on his chest again.

“Hm?”

“Yes.” You whisper and he kisses the crown of your head, letting you rest on him so he can better use his hands. He slips the ring on your finger, the size perfect of course, and you look at it with teary eyes.

“I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you too, Seonghwa…” You’re trying to control your crying, but it’s hard. He’d done so much for you, giving you the best birthday ever, and how he’s given you your final present, which is by far the best one. When you sit up better, admiring the ring, his kiss pulls your attention away and you clench around his cock, hard again. He rolls forward again, your back hitting the bed, and he smiles when your now-ringed hand cups his cheek. Something about seeing you with that ring on, knowing you’ll be his forever, really gets to him. Seonghwa sits up more, this time slinging both of your legs over his elbows, the new angle bringing a gasp out of you and when he begins, he’s immediately rougher than before. His hips snap hard, and you yelp as he starts, this time much more passionate than before. You’re glad you’re so well prepared from earlier, because this time he isn’t holding back, channeling everything he’s feeling into each more.”

“Oh, my god-!” You gasp, a particularly hard thrust hitting just the right spot. Seonghwa leads you to wrap your legs around his waist, propping himself up further to maintain the angle, slightly pressing you into the bed. His hands find yours, fingers linking through yours, pinning them to the bed above your head. He kisses you again, this time more tongue than anything, and you squeak with each thrust. You can feel his emotion through every point of contact, and you marvel that he’s going to be yours forever. He doesn’t pull back from the kiss, but his hips stutter, both of you nearly at the edge. At his final pump, you both finally fall over, and even more heat fills you, to the point it drips out of where his body meet yours. Finally leaving the kiss, so you can both catch your breath, Seonghwa presses his forehead to yours.

“Happy birthday, love.”

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