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monkebearness · 2 months ago

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He + She (& Her) [Pt. 1]

Kim ChaeYeon (tripleS) x Male Reader (ft. Lee JiWoo)

Part 2

Tags: smut, fluff, open relationship (potential poly), creampie, mommy kink, some rough rink

Word count: 10k

a/n: I've thought of this idea for a while, and I've only decided to write about it pretty recently. yeah, that's about it. I hope you enjoy this!

Friday. It’s past seven o’clock in the evening. For a while, howls and growls can be heard under the moonlight, but they’re not from wolves.

“Oooooooh, God… Yooouuuu're… so beau…nghh…tiful, even with your hair… tied up!”

They’ve been going for two hours, jumping each other’s bones since they’re fueled by intense libido and the primal desire to keep this burning pleasure as long as they can on the squeaking king-sized mint bed. It’s not the only spot in the apartment where they do it. There’s the couch, the bathroom, or even the kitchen counter. But for this couple, the bedroom is simply the best spot. As much as “vanilla” it may sound for some, there’s no denying its ultimate comfort and versatility for all sorts of possible, or near-impossible, steaming private activities that their bodies demand.

During this round, the woman has been grinding on his hips like he's a stallion, holding on to his shoulders with every ounce of her being while her cunt is being impaled by his dick in the past several minutes in one of their favorite positions to date.

“Thanks, ba…by… Ggghhh… Baby, you’re so good… inside… me… Ugh!”

“Mmm… Mahh…” he groans under his breath—almost drowning beneath her jiggling sweaty jugs as he maintains his rhythm with his lover and keeps his strength beneath her. “Moommy, fuck! How are you… still so… tight! It feels so…”

“Just keep… Going…” She undoes her bun, a flashy maneuver that suddenly embiggens his already erect member. “What..? Ugghhh!” she yelps at his surprise, but that’s not all.

His unthinkable urges impel him to take his mouth into her right tit, igniting a shriek of delight and a titter from the woman as he proceeds to suck it within seconds. “Oh, fuck! Hnngghh… Honggi... you naughty… boy!” She struggles to form phrases from the top of her breath while her occupied partner uses his hand to massage her left breast, rubbing it up and down with his fingers, a trick that he intensifies by using his pincer grasps to give her nipple a quick pinch. “Imma…”

Honggi’s mouth slowly parts from Chaeyeon’s knocker, leaving a trail of saliva, and asks her, “What… Is it?”

“I’m safe today, baby,” she whimpers right next to his left ear with a smirk. “And I’m… getting close.” And as a cherry on top, the woman leans near his left cheek and licks it.

Her words and action strikes through his nerve once again, giving him another quick boost for another minute. He knows exactly what she’s insinuating. “Me…” he grunts, feeling his thrusts within her decrease in speed in favor of strengthening his pounding. “Nggghhh… too!”

Their movements slowly take a halt, anticipating the warm build-up flowing and leaving their crotches. She holds his chin, leaning down to reward him with a kiss. He amplifies it by sliding his tongue in her submissive mouth, allowing a moment for them to sloppily clash together in the midst of their skins slapping. Five seconds later, Honggi bursts his load inside Chaeyeon’s womb, moaning in each other’s mouth as they’ve reached their respective climaxes.

They catch their breath, falling flat on the bed. “You did so good, baby," she wheezes before lying on her pillow. She places her hand on his chest. “You always have, oppa.”

“You do remember that we’re still the same age, Chae-yah,” he brings up with a snicker.

“Yeah, but oppa gets you up, doesn’t it?” she counters with a teasing tone, lightly pinching his nose. “‘Cause you’re still months older? Almost a year, even.”

“I don’t care what you call me, mommy,” he submits, gently stroking her hair sideways. “Here or outside.”

He kisses her forehead, inciting a giggle from her. She inches her head on to his chest, where the two relax and hear each other’s breathing for about fourteen minutes while they talk about their day, allowing Honggi to reflect on their mundane yet special past. About two years ago.

= = =

“So I wasn't too tipsy that night,” the woman cheered. “You really were from SSU too!”

He puts down his cup on the table. “I thought you were familiar too,” he pointed out.

She pointed her fingers. “You were the class clown from Tone’s friend group, right?”

“Yeah! And you, you…” He snapped his fingers four times, until more of his memories were reignited and much clearer. “Oh, right! You were that cute and clumsy girl from Tone’s club. The Dimension Beamers, was it?”

“Diamond Dreamers,” she corrected him with a chuckle, not even defending his claim. “Gosh, it’s been a long time since I’ve heard that name from someone.”

They went to the same university, but they weren’t that close. Mutual friends at best... The encounters they had were mostly teasing each other whenever their friend groups interact. But they have been coworkers for almost three years and, of course, one thing led to another, as cliché as that sounds. When they were promoted to a new team at the Cultivation Of Seoul Media Organization (COSMO) Broadcasting Station, the two felt a “spark” during their first post-college reunion. The day after their first team dinner, the pair chose to meet at a café in their company building during lunchtime.

“Right, right, that’s what I meant,” he replied. “Mianhae. You got a point. It’s been about six years since we graduated from Seoul State, so forgive my memory.”

“No worries. But, may I ask: how long have you been working here?” she asked. “I feel like I’ve seen you a few times before, but I’m sure if you were someone I crossed paths with.”

“I’ve only been here for a year, actually,” he clarified. “Though I’ve worked other jobs at other companies before I got here after Tone and some of my pals are here and gave their recommendations for the application. How about you?”

“About two years now. Got here on my own, but it wasn’t easy either. Company had more rounds of interviews for applicants in its early days.”

“Wow, you’re an OG employee… So that makes you my sunbae, then?” he teased.

“Yah!” she roared. We’re in the same year first during college… I’m not allowing that.”

“Fine, fine,” he yielded to her intimidating whine. “Besides, I don’t wanna get fired too.”

Chayeon only raised her eyebrow, much to her chagrin.

He inched his arms away from the table with vigilance. “Will I get fired for saying that?”

“Nah, relax…” she reassured him, before taking a sip of her iced americano with a slight smile. One of his statements from earlier still stuck in her mind. “So… I was that cute member, huh?” her smile grew into a smirk. “Don’t you think I’ve forgotten that.”

He gulped, coming up with anything off the top of his head to justify what he said. “It’s just from my memory. Have you not called yourself that word back in the day? I can still remember how confident you were with aegyos, even to people who weren't that close to you. You were practically a celebrity, just like the rest of your club.”

“That was pretty embarrassing. But those were some fun times,” she looked down and shook her head, before her mind recalled what she remembered about him. “And you…”

“What about me?” he countered with an alarmed tone before she could finish her statement. He must’ve thought of the most unflattering adjectives about himself.

“Don’t get so defensive all of the sudden, Mister,” she chortled. “For someone who was known as the clown in your group, I remember you had some charms and talents too, especially when you worked during the campus festival… You deserve to be here like everyone else, whether you got here through recommendations or not.”

“That is quite nice to hear, actually. Thanks.” He raised his right hand sideways, keeping his thumb apart from the rest. “I look forward to working with you, Chaeyeon-ssi.”

She took his hand, shaking it with her left. “Likewise, Honggi-ssi.”

They became friends, as expected, but even that wasn’t an easy path for them to take. The moment Honggi’s close friends and colleagues from his previous team heard the news of them hitting off, they went to him whenever he’s on his own several times— pestering him like insects flying on his radar, buzzing and whizzing around him, even though they were in different teams and floors apart.

“I know you’re kinda down bad,” his taller colleague assumed. “But are you sure you wanna go with Kim Chaeyeon?”

“Can’t you just go after someone else?” another one of his old deskmates chimed in.

“What about her, man?” Honggi wondered. “She seems pretty nice and approachable. Definitely more capable than me. I got to know her better, compared to when we’re in college. And besides… We’re just friends.”

“Another load of bullshit from you, man,” his taller one cackled. “Friends? Since when have you been friends with a woman, let alone at work?”

“Since Kotone? Since Suhyeon? Since Jayoon? Do you want me to go on?”

“Alright, alright,” he raised his hands in defeat. “Fair enough, man.”

“And before you even ask,” Honggi continued with conviction. “No, I didn’t have the urge to sleep with them, you weirdos. Like I said, I’m just friends with Chaeyeon now.”

“Whatever you guys are right now,” the old deskmate added, telling him with a tone of concern. “There’s some things you don’t know about her.”

“That’s true,” the taller one hums in agreement. “It's better if you find some of the tea that she may not even spill by herself. Otherwise, you’ll regret it down the road.”

“Like what?” Honggi’s voice became a little louder. The two became daunted by him.

He sees them as invasive. Despite the two of them being his friends for years, this was the first time he did not feel comfortable listening to their babbles about office drama. Ironically enough, he's no stranger to being an office gossiper himself back in the past. “Mianhae, guys,” he sighs. “Just spill it out. I'm sure it's not that big of a deal.”

“When she first worked here, she was more…” the deskmate scans through his mental thesaurus. “Promiscuous. That woman is wilder than she looks, man. As in more than you can imagine. But I don’t know, maybe she isn’t like that nowadays.”

“And?” he tilts his head. Hearing their persistence has been rubbing him the wrong way. “Her relationships should be the last of my business, let alone anyone else’s.”

“Whatever, man,” the taller colleague gives him a pat on his shoulder. “Just be careful when you’re dealing with that kind of woman… Especially if you’ve fallen for her.”

“Thanks, but umm,” Honggi scoffs at their warnings. Even though their overwhelming load of cautions made him a little worried, not for himself or even his own friends, but for Chaeyeon. “I think you guys are being overdramatic.”

“We just don’t want you to get hurt, dude. But if you’re still not convinced, you’ll see.”

Honggi heard the rumors from other colleagues about cases of cheating on her previous relationships, but Chaeyeon dismissed them, though whenever he got any close to being curious, she could only tell him responses like, “It’s, uhhhh, more complicated than that. But there was no cheating involved or anything.” Nevertheless, she was starting to enjoy his company over time, and so did he, in spite of all the misgivings he heard from other people around his workspace. A trust was strengthened through their bond ever since they felt that spark, prompting them to keep meeting each other from time to time.

The following months between the two were basically a game of “will-they-won’t-they?” Until the moment of truth came a year later. One had to finally make their first move.

“Hey, do you want to go to dinner?” Honggi approached her. “After work, that is?”

She placed her elbow on her desk, staring at him with a whimsical smile. “What is this, Lim Honggi-yah?”

“I’m just asking you out… For dinner,” he told her without any further details, making his tone sound casual. Just maybe a little too much. “I’m sure it’s not that different whenever we have lunch in this building. It’s just outside... Unless you have plans for tonight, then we can do it some other—”

“Loosen up,” she snorted a laugh due to his rapid pace. “I’m super free tonight… So, I would very much like that. You got any place in mind?”

“I was thinking if you have a suggestion,” he proposed. “Since you know this district a little better than I do.”

“How thoughtful of you.”

Even though he’s already thought of a comeback, Honggi tried to keep a straight face. “I’m, uhh, I’m just letting my sunbae do the honors.”

“Yah!” she exclaimed, leaving from her seat to chase off the running man across the room, before heading to the nearest pojangmacha outside their building. Honggi insisted that it would be his treat, so she took his words to heart.

“I’ll have a plate of gyeran-mari, a platter of tteokbokki, an odolppyeo-bokkeum, a bowl of eomukguk, and a bottle of makgeolli.”

“Okay,” the vendor turned her head to the man, whose eyes only widened at her orders. “How about you, son?”

“I… uhhh… I’ll have another bowl of eomukguk, and a roll of kimbap. Kamsahamnida.”

She chuckled at his reaction as soon as the vendor started preparing their orders. “I’ll pay for my orders, okay? Plus, they’re all meant to be shared, so you better help me out.”

“Of course,” he insisted. “But don’t worry, ‘cause I can still pay for them.”

“I haven’t eaten anything since lunch, so I don’t mind having a heavier meal tonight.”

He feels his own heart anguish, even unnecessary guilt, hearing her admit those words. “You should really stop skipping your meals, Chaeyeon-ah.”

“Gwenchana,” she shrugged his worries off with a cheery tone. “I rarely skip meals. Today was just an exception to that. I'm okay, Honggi.”

They didn't have a label for whatever they were, but they began dating, albeit in secret. Yes, they used the term dating, even if they weren’t “anything” at first, and even though he didn’t realize that she was hiding a few secrets from him for a while. Yet despite this, Honggi didn’t blame her, or even held an ounce of spite, when she told him the truth of most of the hearsays and rumors his own friends were warning him about. It's her life, he tells himself… I don't have to know everything, unless she tells me about it.

Knowing Chaeyeon, she confided in him some of the things that others would talk about her. How she experienced catcalling by others, had her own credits and contributions at her projects stolen or undermined by certain executives, and how she dealt with them in her two years at this company. Of course, she has her own close friends whom she could tell her secrets to outside of work, but with Honggi, it’s something new compared to a lot of things she has been going through at work lately. To her, he was a new ingredient that started spicing up her life at their workplace. He was a friend whose shoulders she could lean on. One she can call text or late at night, whether they're working on a team project, or talking about anything else. One who she can exchange jokes with without getting too offended. One who doesn’t laugh whenever she loses her balance on a slippery floor and rather, goes his way to help her back up, just before they laugh it off together. One that coyly tells her that she looks beautiful whenever she enters the office with a new look. That’s Honggi to Chaeyeon. It is the balance of feeling comfortable and the yearning which they have for each other.

But that first date was also the first time Chaeyeon decided to come clean with him.

More than an hour had passed inside the pocha. Most of their plates and bowls were emptied, with the leftovers already wrapped up, most notably Chaeyeon’s tteokbokki. Fees have been paid. But they still remain here, having longer talks and banters about whatever they can bring up until the clock reaches nine.

Reasonably, she felt hesitant at first. “Do you believe what they're saying about me?”

Honggi saw it in her eyes. The sense of dread she was trying to hide. Not to mention her cheeks looking more pinkish. Why does she kind of look like a peach? A really cute one, he wonders, just as he brushed off such an honest observation. He inched his hand on her fingers, hoping it would alleviate her unease. She looked down, feeling his gentle, electric touch. It’s that spark again. “I only believe what you tell me, Chaeyeon-ssi.”

“Honggi-yah. You know, you've only known me for a year,” she faced him with eyes ridden with guilt while wearing a somber smile. “That pales in comparison to your buddies at your old team. They basically welcomed you into this company.”

“Sure, they’re my friends,” he acknowledged. “But they don't know you either. They can call me a simp all they want. Maybe I am. Still, it doesn’t change the fact that I’ve known you enough to know that—”

She left her seat and inched closer to his face, kissing him for the first time, sending sparks throughout both their bodies at this moment. In her mind, she took a big risk... Within seconds, they feel and taste each other’s lips, unavoidably exploring the flavors of their meals, yet they savor each, from tangy to savory. Their lips part, Honggi opens his eyes, frozen in disbelief. His breathing becomes a little heavier at first, yet a stream of relief and excitement follows from him.

“I guess that’s one thing they, or you, didn’t know about me.”

“They did tell me,” slipped from his mouth, but immediately covered himself with his hand. “Though I didn’t mean to ruin this moment. I tried to ignore them, but I couldn’t forget when they said that you’d be…”

“What?” she questioned, her monotone voice striking panic through him.

“Promiscuous?” he confessed in embarrassment. “Mianhae. That's what they told me.”

She let out a giggle. “Don’t be… I kinda expected just that,” her sultry tone and grin remained. Her fingers trailed up his sleeve, sending a chilling sensation down his spine. “But… Feeling is different from knowing, don’t you agree?”

He nodded with an embarrassed smile. Before the silence of the night breeze could have overtaken their moment, Honggi made the next move while Chaeyeon smiled and closed her eyes in anticipation of this moment.

In the months that followed, Honggi and Chaeyeon have gone on dates at either fancy or simple restaurants, watched movies at the theater, given each other gifts and bouquets on occasions, and taken walks to plenty of parks and museums, like most couples. For indoors, they hang out at each other’s places, where they cook, cuddle, wheedle, or watch TV and—for the most part—having stress relieving sex after work, which has pretty much become a tradition for the pair during weekends—if their limbs aren’t sore because of it, to say the least.

= = =

This Friday evening, they’re in Chaeyeon's apartment. Her bed is starting to reek of sex. Their mixed sweat and juices long splattered across the bed sheets, with their breathing bouncing across the room. Both their stamina and fuel to keep going have been drained, although their requited satisfaction is off the charts. Neither of them may be able to top their performance this week in the next few days. Although they have had wilder times, tonight’s one of their most passionate ones so far, but that doesn’t come as a surprise.

They suddenly hear a ringtone at the door, followed by a click, since they never closed the bedroom door. Honggi gets up from the bed, freezing on alert, but Chaeyeon’s lips only curve upwards with anticipation. Based on her face, he understands just who the person from the other side is. The only other resident of this astonishing abode. A tall woman in a grey blazer and black slacks.

“Jagiya," Chaeyeon, now in her blue robe, exits the bedroom with her usual sweet tone as she walks up to her girlfriend at the foyer. “You’re home!”

“Hi, unnie,” Jiwoo’s smile reciprocates her girlfriend’s, although the tone of her voice is a little weaker. “You may wanna get a hold of yourself a little longer. Imma shower for a bit. The train tonight was more crowded than usual.”

“I don’t care how smelly you are now,” she retorts, proving her words with a kiss to Jiwoo’s left cheek. “Plus, I don’t think our scents are that different now, hmm..?”

The woman smirks, slowly trailing her fingers up the collar of Chaeyeon’s robe to take a peek of her bare body. “If that’s the case, then why don’t you join me in the shower?”

“I much as I would love that,” she tells her, giving her another peck on her right cheek. “I think you should go ahead first, babe.”

“Oh, right,” her mouth slightly gapes, realizing what she meant. “Mianhae. We have a guest, after all. I didn’t even notice.”

“Don’t apologize,” Chaeyeon holds her hands. “You’re looking a little tired, Juju-yah. Better get some rest first, arachi?”

Honggi exits the room, now wearing his shirt and boxers. Sitting on the couch with his phone, he watches them kiss and embrace with passion. Even he can tell the warmth of their years of care and love for each other, acknowledging well that this pair predates whatever he and she has. Sure, he may come off as a third wheel, but it’s not the first time he’s entered this awkward situation whenever he’s with both of them.

Tossing her messenger bag on the couch, she slouches on the furniture herself to take a breather, the tall woman takes a look at the man with a polite smile yet insouciant eyes, Jiwoo makes a little effort by raising her right hand to wave at him once she has turned on the television. “Hey, Honggi-ssi.”

Honggi bows his head with a sheepish smile. “Hey, Jiwoo-ssi. How’s your day?”

“Oh, you know. Business as usual,” she pouts. “The studio was less occupied tonight… But, surprisingly enough, the bakery had more customers than usual. We even had to delay its closure by thirty minutes… How’s yours?”

For hours, he had almost forgotten. This is far from an ordinary relationship. A lot of couples have become more open-minded, mostly for the better, yet not every couple is open like Chaeyeon and Jiwoo. He recalls their third date, when she came clean about the thrilling and intriguing nature of his lover’s relationship with someone else.

= = =

Back to six months ago, right after the heat of the moment. It was their eighth kiss at the garden, located outside the restaurant they just dined at. It was a romantic memory for both of them, butterflies and all that. For Chaeyeon, it felt like she entered the Garden of Eden every time they locked lips, or felt each other’s tongue trying to slide in. However, as soon as their eyes meet again, she pulls the elephant back inside their room almost immediately to remind him of her pressing concern, at least for his sake.

“That was, wow... But, um, you clearly weren't paying attention to what I just told you, oppa, which, by the way, I've told you about seven times on separate occasions, yet it’s always like that’s no big deal to you.”

Even though it was her plan to come clean since their first date, Honggi’s reaction has somewhat bothered her often. He seems too chill about it, she described his behavior. She confessed to having a girlfriend during their second date, but he only took it well. Way too well. That’s why she keeps pressing him about her revelation whenever they spend time outside of work.

“That just means that I’ve listened to you loud and clear, Chaeyeon-ah,” he comforted her with a gentle caress to her cheek, making Chaeyeon look down out of meekness. Even if kissing or simply touching her should have felt like taking a lot of bites of the forbidden fruit, Honggi’s heart and mind are willing to submit to such a sweet sensation.

But, with his accepting words, she realized something. Just like how he waited for her and comforted her until she opened up, maybe she proved herself that she’d be just as willing to do the same for Honggi, if she wants to make him stay and make things work with the man she has fallen for.

“I don't care if you have a girlfriend, another boyfriend, or another lover,” he continued. “I don't mind if that's just how you live and love. I mean… If you do feel the same way for me—I don’t know, maybe that's enough for us, don’t you think? And it’s not like you’re cheating on your girlfriend, is it?”

“Of course, not,” she looked back at him. “I meant what I said. Jiwoo and I have been ‘open’ for a while now, and it’s been going well for both of us. For the most part.”

“For the most part?” he repeated, raising his eyebrow in confusion.

“We can’t always be lucky,” she shrugged. “But my point is, my girlfriend and I tell each other whoever we’re interested in… So you shouldn’t be worried about that, Honggi.”

“Well, I think any other person who could’ve been with you now, would’ve been lucky,” he contemplated. “I just happened to be that man this time.”

“Are you just saying that so you can finally get in my pants?” she cooed.

“Definitely not,” he inched away and crossed his arms, wanting to appear classier to her. “Unless you want that, I’m a patient man.”

She chuckled, shaking her head. “What a gentleman you are.”

“I’m serious… I like what we have now, Chaeyeon-ah.” His speech reverted back to a serious one. “But if you don't want me to be in your life a little more often, then I can understand that. We can stay friends, if you’d like it—”

She put her index finger on his lips. He sees her alluring smile slowly forming.

“Of course, I'm serious too. It’s our third date, silly,” she took another step closer, triggering a sudden gulp in his throat. “You have no idea how much I want you, Honggi-yah.”

They rented a motel room, agreeing not to introduce each other’s places just yet. “It’s still a bit too messy,” Honggi defended his reasoning, though Chaeyeon’s reason was, “Jiwoo-yah will be surprised to see me taking someone home while she’s around and besides… I'm all yours tonight.”

Despite their previous dates becoming more and more intimate, they haven’t done anything beyond second base because of Chaeyeon’s hesitation. About how Honggi would react once she tells him about their open relationship, or finds that out from some of the blabbermouths at work. Thankfully, she had chosen the former route.

As soon as they arrived inside their motel room, Chaeyeon hungrily jumped on Honggi, whom he caught with lustful enthusiasm. As they made out unrestrained, their tongues danced in harmony, tasting each other without delay while he held on to her hips and waist, as his fingers explored her curves with curiosity. The pair might have enjoyed each other’s mouth more than the expensive meals they had that night.

His right hand finds its way on her bottom, giving her right cheek a slow squeeze, which broke their kiss with a moan from the woman. He’s found more of her sensitive zones.

About ten minutes had passed of exploring each other's mouth and the curve of their body, and they slowed down and took off each other’s attire. From the bottom to top, Honggi slowly unbuttoned her sleeve, digging in his lips down her neck the more her skin was exposed, licking and tasting the woman as if she's producing nectar. “Hnghh…”

Condoms were located inside the nightstand. Thank God for love motels, Honggi sighed, but, as Chaeyeon unbuttons his pants, a thought still bothered him. And it bothered him if he didn’t tell her the truth about this information sooner.

“I… haven’t done this in a while,” the man stutters, instinctively scratching his head.

“It’s okay…. Let me,” she whispers. She unlocks her blue bra with an alluring smirk, revealing her voluminous breasts to her partner. Honggi becomes stunned, like a stun grenade was just dropped in front of his eyes, a pair that blinds him with lust and thirst.

The man looks at her with a veil of caution, suppressing his true excitement. “May I?”

She nodded, and he leaped in for the attack, nibbling and sucking her bosom. “Oh, fuck.” While Chaeyeon can only hum and whimper as Honggi pleasured her with his mouth. Despite her eyes closing in bliss, her hand creeped all the way down his erect crotch, but that didn't stop him from savoring each of her plump rack like it’s dessert. “Yes, that's it… You know your thing, baby,” she purred with her eyes closed.

But Honggi stopped for a second. A bulb lit up in his head. No need to rush this.

“Let me take the lead, if you don't mind,” he tells her. She nods, before he latches his lips onto hers. His left hand stays firm on her breast, massaging them with circular motions, with his right hand being deployed down her clit. Testing the waters, he puts one finger in her, suddenly triggering a whimper of surprise from her. The second finger followed inside, igniting the moan that he couldn’t get enough of. If that wasn’t enough for her, he deploys the third finger to do another trick. His right thumb latched beside the clit, making a limited up and down motion. “God… You devious son of a… gun!”

After giving her a deeper kiss, his lips trailed down her neck, collarbone, chest once again, curves, and belly button. He bowed on one knee until his gaze reached the level of his destination, her nether regions, in between her thick thighs. As Honggi start to eat Chaeyeon out, she couldn’t stop moaning while her hands kept fighting on whether to grip Honggi’s wavy hair or the cover of the mattress.

He stopped, giving Chaeyeon a sense of disappointment. He looked up to her. “Mianhae, but I just wanna say… Go ahead, Chae, pull my hair.”

The woman exhaled a smile, speechless and astonished by his openness to her much rougher habits.

After giving his permission to his lover, he went through his techniques, blowing into it with his warm breath before slowly licking her inner thighs to amplify her anticipation. With his tongue, he starts circling her clit from side to side, up and down, repeating the process through different variations. Each lick and swirl triggers a different note from the woman’s voice, increasing the intensity of her moans from minute to minute. Her right hand latched on to his hair.

“Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, fuck!” she cried out in glee. The rush of feeling his mouth savoring her cunt only made her curse louder, not wanting for this sensation to stop, even if her juices begin to leak. Minutes went by as she howled in his efforts with little intervals of silence, and she could feel herself reaching her maximum capacity. Like a cup overflowing with liquid. “Baby, fuck! I'm getting close… I can't hold it—”

She looked up to the heavens and reached her orgasm, splashing her milky fluids on his face. And unsurprisingly, it would be far from the last on this night. Chaeyeon caught her breath, and opened her eyes to find Honggi’s creamed face. Realizing what she's done, she apologized to him. However, he licked whatever was left on his hand, much to her surprise, yet Chaeyeon didn’t have him to have the fun all by himself. She cupped his face and pulled him closer, sticking her tongue out and licking her own juice, starting down his chin up to his left cheek. “Holy,” Honggi could only mutter in awe, before she pulled him for a kiss. Moments have passed, the main show has now arrived. With the condom completely wrapped around his member, they both lie down on the bed.

Now, it’s her turn to make an effort to please Honggi, sitting on his lap with her legs wrapped around his waist. Fueled by excitement, she aligned her entrance with his shaft, while Honggi exhaled with anticipation at her initiative.

Clearing her throat at the sight of it, she inched her body until his tip faced her entrance. Oh, I'm not sure if I can handle this, she thinks at the spectacle of his own cock. It might not be the longest she has seen, but his girth made her speechless. Her reaction was split between intimidation and appetite. However, while Chaeyeon salivated at his cock with her stare, it was Honggi who continued the formalities amidst her hesitation. “Can I?”

“Do the honors,” she husked. Honggi received her blessing. With a deep breath, his manhood entered inside her slit. Chaeyeon felt hair stand up all over her body, yet she maintained her own composure while her hole welcomed his lover’s key. He slowly pushed his penis, deeper and deeper within.

Despite submitting to the woman's lead, his rod finally found more of her pleasurable zones inside her womb, the longer he inched himself more forward within Chaeyeon’s tightening embrace, who squealed right next to his ear just as his yonic expedition had reached the end.

“I never expected it to happen like this,” he confessed while easing on his grinding.

“Me… ngggnnneither.” Savoring his shaft, she leaned in and peppered a few kisses on his forehead, an action that made him chuckle. “But I'm glad… that it's like thisss.”

In search of something familiar and comforting in this intense session, their eyes ended up crossing paths again. Lust and love clashed through their body and mind, but Honggi feels conflicted about whether he should praise or eroticize her, in all of her naked glory. “You’re so cute. So hardworking. So smart… So fucking beautiful, Chaeyeon. You're so…” Regardless, he couldn't help but do both in such a crazed and stimulating moment. “Fuck!”

“What?” a grin crept on her face. His unorganized words were music to her ears, but she wanted more. “Go on, baby. Come on, say it to me.”

He found a new side of this woman. And she was right, about what she told him during their first date.

“You’ve imagined me naked before, haven’t you?”

Caught by her question, Honggi thought of those moments. He's only a man, after all. Even before they became more intimate, he had instances of finding her attractive. For starters, her face. To him, Chaeyeon is what they would call a visual. He once asked why she didn't become an idol or model for a living, though she shrugged him off. Her two memorable hairstyles. Her butt when she dropped her folder on the floor one time. Her cleavage, during their dates. Even her mannerisms often make him feel things. But even then, he would stop himself from entertaining any other thoughts. Now that their story is different, he only groaned with pleasure, coordinating his movement with her grinding. She tilted her head at his lack of words, sensing that he's become distracted by his thoughts while his body’s on autopilot. “Hmm… You’re not answering, baby.”

“It’s different… Feeling you is much more different,” he admitted his thoughts.

“How different?” She encouraged him, surprised he even remembered those same words from months back.

“You’re so…” his thrusts hardened. “Fucking hot. Hotter than I could… Imagine!”

She bit her lower lip. “Atta…boy.”

Their rhythm reaches synchronicity. He says his praises along with his powered plunges. The woman created a graceful and dynamic symphony with her moans, holding onto his back with eagerness, burying her fingernails on his trapezius whenever he reached more spots to stimulate as his cock moved in and out inside her.

She wouldn't admit it to anyone, but Chaeyeon hasn't felt pleasure like this in years. Sure, she might have a girlfriend before him, but there's just something different with this sensation. Not better or worse. Just new. And she doesn't want to let it go, let him go, especially at this moment. Yet unlike most of the folks she has dated and slept with, there's action and power to his words. Even at this pace, she wanted to test his attention.

“Slap my ass,” she rasped, clasping her hands around his back a little tighter to maintain her motion.

“Huh?” his rhythm slowed down as he leaned his ear closer.

“Do it, baby!” she whined, feeling her insides getting stretched. “Just slap my—”

Honggi did what he’s told. He raised his right palm and tapped her right butt cheek while it kept bouncing on, along with its other half.

She's not too impressed. She barely felt it. “Harder,” she purred. “Was that a tickle?”

A nerve was struck there. Even if she was doing it to get him worked up, his ego took it as not being good enough. Failing to satisfy her. Like with his own exes. Thus, he only pushed himself to prove her wrong. He slapped her butt again, now with double the speed. Some impact was felt, and it amused her. “Heh… You're… getting there.”

Goaded and aroused by her taunts, he cranked up his strength level and tripled his speed, raising his hand for the third time, now spreading his fingers apart, and smack! Honggi’s slap sent a surge of stimulation throughout the rest of her body—from her skin to her most sensitive spots—and he followed it up with four more slaps in similar levels.

“Oooooooooohh, fuck!” she howled with delight, feeling the reverb down her buttocks. Pleased by his own results, he celebrated by licking her neck and nibbling on her right nipple, forcing the woman to muffle her continuous moans with a lip bite. “Don’t stop that... hmm? It feels… too good.”

“You deserve everything good, Chae-yah,” he returned to praising her. “You deserve the fucking best!”

“Then do I deserve… This big cock inside me?” she wailed. “Do I, Honggi-yah?”

“You deserve it, mommy,” he moaned, giving his best and hardest to please her with his member through rougher thrusts. “This cock is made… just for you. And a lot more!”

Those words were the final straw in the stacks of sensation she's feeling. “I’m… close!”

His ego prompted him to say the same thing and lie to her, but even his thrilled and exhilarated body answered otherwise, insisting that he kept on pounding the woman with all his might. “Do it, Chae,” he cheered on, choosing to listen to his body to keep going, while his partner was already nearing her completion.

And as Chaeyeon hit a high and long note at the top of her lungs, Honggi felt the warm stream of juices burst out her vagina, even from the veil of the latex barrier protecting his rod. Still moving his own hips forward inside her womb, Honggi was more than happy that she reached her climax for a second time, even if his ego was already disappointed that he couldn’t do it at the same time as hers, since he himself was now close to releasing. Another skill issue, his own inner ego mocked him, but he was rarely bothered, knowing that he's next.

“Fill me up, baby!” she commanded. “It's… your… reward, for being so good in me.”

He knows what she means, even if he really can't literally do what she asked this time. Not tonight, anyways. He also moaned the moment he busted all his semen inside the condom, though his volume paled in comparison to the woman's. Feeling his cum to be taking a little longer to unload, he pulled his cock out of her. As both slowed down along with their breathing, such an experience put a smile of fulfillment on both their faces.

“Maybe next time,” he gasped, falling on the bed beside her.

“Mianhae, baby,” she caressed his left cheek with a pout. “It’s our first time, and you did so well… But, I didn't even ask if you were close.”

He cupped her face and leaned closer to kiss her lips, reassuring her. “Don't be, Peachy… I'm just happy I even managed to please you.”

She raised an eyebrow, but his words and action put a beam of appreciation on her face. “You got a nickname for me now?”

His flight-or-fight response activated, more on the former. “You don't like it?”

“I do. And it's nice,” she hummed. “It’s, umm, similar to what my girlfriend calls me.”

Chaeyeon's words suddenly sent an unexpected reaction down Honggi's member. Her eyes darted at his erection with lustful interest. “What the hell?” he murmured, rising from the bed in surprise. The woman followed his movement until they're both seated.

“I know you're a bit disappointed… for not finishing with me,” she teased. Her hands stroke his cock up and down, slowly lowering her head to its level, mirroring his actions earlier. “But I'll make it up to you, oppa… The night's still young, hmm?”

Staring at his now erect cock, she licked the remains of his cum off his tip clean, sending tingles through his spine. She proved her point. Honggi could only watch and groan at her determined display, before answering her with, “Well… It's your call, mommy.”

That night was the first, second, third, and fourth times they’ve had sex. In retrospect, the first one was definitely far from their best one—but so are most first times, though admittedly, it can be said that it was better than most, especially since they had a few more rounds that exceeded the last. All in one night, Honggi had his balls deep inside Chaeyeon several times, and she savored every second, minute, and hour of it—even if they used protection the whole night. For starters, they ended up doing more than one position. The missionary, lotus, cowgirl, and some of which are mixed variations of the previous ones, along with a few more.

Half an hour has passed. They sprawl next to each other on the memory foam mattress. Their eyes lock in the silence, sensing the satisfaction, endearment, and warmth in each other’s smile, gaze, and touch, respectively, while they gasp for breath—in a similar way one would after partaking in track and field, gymnastics, swimming, and weightlifting, perhaps combined with other sports, all at the same time.

They've finally reached the remaining bases of physical intimacy in their relationship. In fact, they’ve hit the homerun, as some call it. In the afterglow of their vehement rounds, both players felt like winners on each one in this game, which felt both competitive and a team play, which is what it actually is.

“You… told me… you haven't done this… in a…” Chaeyeon huffed and puffed, holding on to his shoulder. “While.”

“And you said you’ve only known… A few positions,” he fired back, caressing her hand. “What was… all that?”

“That was a few,” she exhaled with a smug grin. Her hand moved to his chest, giving his pecs a few tickles.

His tiring eyes and smile widened at such a remark, sensing a tingle down there. “Does that mean there’s more?”

“Hmm…” she squinted her eyes at him, her breathing slowly back to normal. “I never expected for you to be such a perv, oppa. You’re gonna need a little more discipline.”

“Bring it on,” he goaded her, aroused and intimated by her playful warning. He and his member readied up to what she had to offer.

Driven by their untameable lust, their next few rounds came right after that minute.

After that night, the man would enter Chaeyeon's life a lot more often. In ways more than one. From restaurant dates to traveling, their romantic and sexual adventures began. Honggi would sometimes wonder how their relationship would have worked, considering the fact that they’ve only been meeting three and half times a week but he eventually understood and adapted, both on his own and from Chaeyeon’s comforting words. Meanwhile, the other half of the schedule would be dedicated to her girlfriend.

Every week, he would spend more time with her on the last three days of the week, with Jiwoo being her priority in the first half. However, nothing is ever final, as they tend to switch on the next one or even overlap at times. That’s when Chaeyeon mediated their introduction as both of her lovers. It is a rare situation for someone to introduce their girlfriend to their new boyfriend and vice versa, but it happened to the three of them. They were properly introduced on a Saturday morning—their third month of dating.

For this significant occasion, they met at a cafe that was nearest to their apartment.

“Jiwoo-yah, this is Honggi,” Chaeyeon gestured with her hands. “Honggi-yah, this is Jiwoo.”

Awkwardness was inevitable but as Chaeyeon recalls it, it was one of the most awkward she has ever felt from them, even reconsidering whether it was a good idea to introduce them in the first place, since their schedules were working with little to no problem. But she was impressed that he still pushed through with it like a champ, just like Jiwoo did.

Honggi finally met Chaeyeon’s woman for the first time since college. “Oh, it really is you…” Recognizing her at first glance, he straightened his posture and bowed to her. His cup of coffee remains untouched. “Annyeonghaseyo, Jiwoo-ssi.”

“Told you he’d recognize me,” she murmured next to her girlfriend. Jiwoo bowed to him seconds later, before taking a sip of her iced tea through the flexible silicone straw.

“That’s great!” Yet Chaeyeon still perseveres. As stubborn as she may seem, she wants this to work out. The man she has fallen for has been nothing but great to her, and she wants her beloved to see that in some capacity. “I hope you two will get along together, because we will be seeing each other more often. I know we have our own schedules on meeting each other, but since you two agreed with me on this...”

= = =

After ten minutes of small talk with the other woman in the living room, he returns back to his girlfriend’s room. His doubts and self-inadequacy mandates him to dress up in his outerwear and call it a night. Although he likes their company, he doesn't know what else to do.

But just as Honggi is facing the present with a few hints of doubt, he takes a deep sigh. Chaeyeon has read his mind and places her right hand on his cheek. “Look, oppa... I'm not asking you to simply shag her or whatever," she tells him casually. “She can do that with whoever she likes. She's a strong, independent woman.”

“I know she is,” her words throw him off guard. This is indeed a new territory for him, but he still went on because he knew he liked this woman in front of him. “But I'm not even considering that—And I don't.”

“Sure,” she laughs at his defensive reaction. “But you gotta admit, she’s gorgeous.”

Honggi takes a glance at Jiwoo from the dining table, laughing loudly and unabashedly at whatever she’s watching on her phone, something that contrasts his first impression of her. That’s one trait of hers that he hasn’t forgotten since all three of them started to hang out in this apartment. “She really is.”

“See?” her voice raises with enthusiasm. “Babe, you do find her attractive!”

“That was a test?” he scoffs in disbelief. “I mean that, from an objective standpoint.”

“Maybe, I'm just kidding.” She tilts her head to the side. “Maybe I’m not. We’ll see.”

“Yah…” he lowers his voice. “You’re scaring me for a bit.”

“Babe, loosen up a bit…” she tries to woo him with her kittenish voice. “Jiwoo doesn’t really hate you or anything. Far from it. It's okay for both of you to take things slow... Slower than we have, if you must.”

He can only ponder about his own decision while he listens to Chaeyeon, knowing well that she is still saying her piece. She's worth it, he realizes.

“But the truth is, she hasn’t seen anyone in a while,” she elaborates. “Her last ex didn’t bother calling her again because I said no to having a foursome with one of his friends. Pigs, that’s what they were.”

Immersed and touched by their experience, Honggi halts any considerations of leaving. With whatever they have now, he doesn't want to mess everything up, especially when she, nay, they need him around. “He didn't respect you enough, Chae. Both of you... That was his loss.”

“Thank you, babe,” she reaches both his cold hands, warming it up with her touch. “And with what I said about Jiwoo…”

“It's okay. Whatever happens, I promise I’m not gonna be like that asshat,” he assures her. “Or any other asshats you’ve dealt with in the past… Just because we're both your lovers, that doesn't mean we have to be selfish.”

“I know you won't,” her body sways with elation, charmingly swinging her arms with his. “But I also know you've been eyeing her for a while now. This is nothing new for us.”

“I…uhh… What do you mean? I thought we’ve gone through this.” He has nothing else to retort. His inner demon arises due to her teases, while he recalls the moments she might have brought back to him. Moments where he found something in common with Jiwoo.

And with that, he realizes: that's the thing about dating someone who's already in a committed relationship. It's not always easy. Even monogamous ones aren’t either.

From his eyes, Jiwoo isn't too fond of him being around when the three of them are together, even if their girlfriend doesn’t even want him to leave the apartment until he really has to go. At times, he may even be jealous of Jiwoo too, even if he doesn’t admit it to her. Maybe he’s just insecure, or that he is also falling for her. But he knows that’s not his right. Plus, he also suggested going through this complex relationship to begin with and even now, he doesn’t want to give up on her. On them. He’ll do whatever it takes.

“And besides,” she leans right in his left ear. “It's not the first time we've shared someone... I’m sure you’ve considered that.”

They hear Jiwoo slightly raising her voice from the living room. Having finished her quick shower, she’s now in a casual get-up: an oversized pink T-shirt and cargo pants. “Unnie, I’m heading out for a bit. Just gonna buy some groceries at the CVS. Is there anything you both need?”

“Wait here for a minute,” Chaeyeon advises Honggi—which he nods without any look of complaint—before heading to her girlfriend. “What’s the rush, Juju? Can’t we just order them online, like we used to?”

“I can, but… I wanna go outside,” she doubles down on her decision. “It’s more efficient that way, since we’re gonna be cooking dinner tonight.”

“It’s not about Honggi, is it?” she murmurs, even showing her puppy eyes at her.

She shakes her head. “No, no, unnie. I thought we'd talked about this. I like Honggi-ssi as your boyfriend. He’s probably the best one you’ve had since… Forever, actually.”

Chaeyeon inches closer, lovingly kissing her girlfriend. “You really think that, babe?”

“Of course. It’s been six months with no red flags, hasn’t it? Not to mention the fact that you were friends for a year before hitting it off. Besides, it’s my excuse to get some fresh air,” Jiwoo whispers to her beloved with a tempting smirk. “You two have fun, because time’s ticking, unnie.”

Meanwhile, Chaeyeon’s reminder triggers two opposing effects in Honggi, arousal down there and insecurity up in his ego. He knows that relationships don't always stay “lovey dovey” or remain in its honeymoon phase, especially with something like theirs. Way before Chaeyeon, he has never been the best at keeping his relationships very long, but considering the fact that they’re already six months strong, Honggi may as well keep on savoring this special and fascinating situation, even if Chaeyeon may not feel the same level as he does in his heart. He'll do it for her. He'll befriend Jiwoo and respect her in the same way he treats their girlfriend, perhaps just platonically… Only time will tell.

Chaeyeon returns inside the room, meeting Honggi with a more optimistic expression. “You look cheerful. Is there anything I should know?”

“I actually have thought about what you said, Chae,” he avows, slowly taking her hand. “I'll try and get to know Jiwoo. I’ll make a little more effort to say the least.”

“Thank you…” she pecks him on his cheek. “You won't regret it, oppa.”

Their lips touch. A little longer and a lot more tender this time. As they part steadily, Chaeyeon’s eyes hunger at the sight of his erect cock, and she wants to return the favor to his body’s involuntary action. “Oh, hello... Wanna go another round, baby?" she coos, untying the strings of her bathrobe, revealing her naked curves as it falls to the floor.

Honggi grins and attacks her lips, initiating another steamy makeout session. She takes off his shirt while he strips off his boxers, before walking each other on the bed. As he slowly lays her down, the hunger in their eyes match. He's on top this round, slowly inserting his cock inside her shaven cunt once more while she wraps her arms around his neck and her legs on his. Even though he’s feeling her walls tighten around his member a little stronger than before, he persists, maintaining a gentle yet fast pace, igniting a whimper of euphoria from Chaeyeon. An instance of déjà vu that always sends her to a higher plane of pleasure with his touches.

He leans down to peck his lover’s lips. “What level would you like from me, mommy?” he whispers in her right ear. More than half of his length is already inside her womb.

“Go all in, baby,” she pleads, instead of teasing and taunting him like she usually does.

Receiving the green light from her, the man begins his thrusts, inserting his final inches inside Chaeyeon. Accelerating in its speed with every second, motivated by the mindset of pleasing his woman more than himself. As he keeps pounding his girlfriend, she ups the ante by reaching to his chest and licking the sweat off his pecs and neck while her erroneous regions feel more than satisfied by the invasion of his throbbing member.

Watching her breasts bounce once again never fails to keep his cock alive, but nothing beats the act he’s about to do. He leans down once again, kissing her for the hundredth time. She reciprocates, doing the trick that always gets him up and going. Only this time, she lets him do it. As his tongue reaches inside her mouth, Honggi demonstrates his dominance by slowly creating circular motions, swaying her tongue in a sticky dance until a louder moan of submission can be heard from her.

Their lips part, though the trail of saliva breaks while his pounding of her continues. He looks at his beloved, feeling his increased heart rate. She opens her eyes a little wider; a smile forms on her face while feeling the surface beneath her tremble with their grinds.

“Daddy,” leaves her mouth, much to his surprise. “Mommy… is loving you inside her so… Much!”

This may be the first time he's heard that name from her, motivating him to amp up his pumps, regardless of his arms and legs getting sore. Her praise makes him flex his core muscles the longer he’s on top of her, realizing that this position was a plank exercise. A better experience than his usual reps, that is. “I’m glad… I'll do even better… Next time… Mommy!”

“You’re already… doing great… Thank you,” she applauded him, feeling his tip rub her cervix over and over again. “Just keep… doing that… next time. Dom… Dominate momma, please!”

“Ne,” he still submits, nodding rapidly with the rhythm of his hips.

Even while getting pounded, an inflamed idea pops in her mind. “Imagine if… Jiwoo gets to be here with us, oppa,” she sticks her tongue out. “How crazy is that, right? You, inside her… Just like you, inside me now. How… you’d do… us. On this same bed—”

“Whaa..? Hnnnggghh!” They both yelp at his persistent knob slightly growing inside her chambers. Closing his eyes, a part of his mind tries to stop himself from imagining what she stated, but his lust has beaten him to it. “Do you… Mean?”

“You… Know what I… mean,” she purrs, leaving kisses and nibbles on his left shoulder along the way to mutually stimulate her partner. “Clearly… your junior… does.” With it, she spread her legs wider, inciting a “Fuck!” from her while getting railed.

There’s no point in denying to Chaeyeon now, so Honggi simply keeps his mouth shut, giving his main focus on pleasuring her. They would continue grinding on for several more minutes, exchanging each other's moans, groans, teases, and quips like primitives who have only learned modern-day language through the act of sex, that is, until they eventually reach past their limit. Beyond what their bodies can handle on this bed.

“Imma… Gonna…” he grunts, hoping that she would get his unintelligible message.

“Me… tooooo!” she only rasps in agreement. “You.. know… where… to… do it!”

For the second time, Honggi has filled Chaeyeon up to the brim with his warm seed. They’ve reached a state beyond the garden, beyond cloud nine. One as ethereal as the heavens or as perverted as hell. The position reminds them with a reminder: simple is sometimes, if not a lot of times, better. Despite the out-of-world orgasms they just felt, they're brought back to their senses seconds later, in each other's arms. The last ounce of their juices continue leaking on the mattress pad. Should've put a protector in there, Chaeyeon ponders while she laughs by herself. She just had it washed six days ago, after three months of using it. A lesson is learned. She'll just have to keep in her urges a little longer next time they even plan on using the bed in the weeks to come.

Still, she doesn't regret doing it here, especially with the man that’s been making her heart flutter and her nethers tingle twenty-four-seven. Catching their breath for about the nth time, they’ve now agreed to stop for tonight.

“I–uuhh… I… Wanna…” she pants, unable to form her words during her state of awe, still recovering from a breathtaking last orgasm, seconds ago. “Babe… I wanna say…”

“I love… you,” Honggi mumbles. As he thought before, even if she doesn’t feel the same way. It’s better that he lets her know now. Wherever this will lead into. “I know that’s… too soon to say that, but—”

She shuts him up with a kiss, holding back a smile as their lips collided, cherishing this milestone in their relationship. As they part, she follows up two tender pecks, showing her reciprocation. “Dummy, you took my line… I love you too, Honggi-yah.”

His deepest self-doubts have just been proven wrong right there. Perhaps hers were too. Everything becomes clearer, as their heartbeat grows louder, singing in the same range. She gently strokes his hair, reminding him that they both have little left to worry about. Even if it'll be far from the last of his problems, he won't be alone to face a lot of them.

“I’m home!” Jiwoo exclaims from the living room. She walks to the kitchen and places her stacked bag of groceries on the counter. The portion of ingredients she has bought appears to be more than enough to feed them tonight. “Again, I mean,” she murmurs.

“We’ll be out in a moment!” Chaeyeon howls back, dressing up in her clothes alongside Honggi. They can't help but exchange smiles and giggles, hurrying their movement before Jiwoo’s patience can run out. “Don’t you dare start cooking without us!”

“Not a chance! I'm gonna need all the help I can get from you two. Otherwise, you’ll both be eating outside.”

= = =

hello again! if you've reached this ending, then I'll only say that this only the first part to this miniseries. on another note, I will create my masterlist soon, which I will be updating whenever a new work is out. thanks for the read and follow. have a wonderful day!

Link to Part 2, if you don't wanna scroll all the way too the top.

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He (+ She) & Her [Pt. 2]

Lee JiWoo (tripleS) x Male Reader (ft. Kim ChaeYeon)

Part 1

Tags: fluff, smut, open poly relationship, anal, blowjob, creampie, alcohol, (slight) violence (towards the male protagonist)

Word count: 16k

a/n: finally wrote the second part! much like the previous one, it's a little heavier on the plot side (dialogue, too), but I still hope you like it.

Two months have passed since Honggi and Chaeyeon have said those words to each other, despite knowing well of the latter’s open relationship with Jiwoo. The couple’s apartment has become a second, nay third home to him the longer he pays visits there every weekend to hang out and relax with both women, sometimes bringing them gifts and snacks from their favorite places. This day is not that different.

“I’m sorry, Honggi-yah.”

Except for one thing.

Chaeyeon, in her dark blue business jacket and grey slacks, tiptoes on her one-inch heels to give him a comforting kiss on the noggin.

“An out-of-town business trip, huh?” Honggi hums, holding his own lips from forming a pout, although it was his natural reaction after hearing this news for the first time. “I get that three of you are now dealing with bigger projects because you’re basically promoted now, but I didn’t expect that to happen so fast. You guys are going somewhere far away.”

“Don’t worry, it’ll only be three weeks.” She rubs his cheek. “And it’s only a convention in Jeju, so the time zone is the least of our worries.”

A sigh leaves from his mouth. “That’s almost a month, Chae.”

“Yeah,” she snickers. “Only if you joined the project with me, you wouldn’t have been stuck in our office. Too bad Min volunteered for the last spot before you could have.”

“I don’t think that’s the problem…” His gaze falls to the floor. “That’s because you’re way above our leagues. You’re a natural, babe.”

“Don’t be so down on yourself… Or put me on a pedestal, as much as I’m flattered,” she giggles. “I know you’ll get promoted too. If you really want to lead or even participate in a new project, just don’t hesitate telling our leader next time. I know you can.”

She’s right, his brain reminds him, but his mouth asks, “You know so?”

“Of course. We’ve been working together in the same team for a year.” Chaeyeon fixes his disheveled hair, pushing his messy bangs to his right side. “I know you—” she leans into his ear. “In and out… And I know you do, too, with me.”

He feels a shiver crawl up his spine. “I guess that’s true… I’m proud of you, whether you’ll get promoted or not.”

“Gomawo. I appreciate that so much, baby.”

“But I wanna feel optimistic, so you go get that promotion, babe… We’ll wait for you.”

She returns his words with a kiss on his left cheek. “Take care of our Jiwoo-yah…”

“You mean your Jiwoo?”

“No,” she only retorts, while a smile slowly forms on her face as she pushes her luggage next to the door with her foot.

He can only snortle at her response. “You need any help with getting that downstairs?”

“It’s fine…” She gives her suitcase a quick nudge. “This isn’t that heavy, oppa. And my ride’s waiting for me in a few minutes.”

“Do you want us to see you downstairs?”

“Is this your way of wanting me to stay?” She gives him a pout and her puppy eyes, a combination that always makes Honggi’s heart flutter much faster.

“As much as I want that, you know I can’t… This is your career, Chae.”

“And I wouldn’t have reached that milestone without both of you, love.”

Just as their lips touch, she hears her phone on her hand ringing. “I guess that's your cue,” Honggi surmises.

“It is, babe…” Chaeyeon lifts the telescopic handle, extending it with her right hand while carrying an oversized tote on her left. “Galge!”

“Chamkaman, unnie!” They hear Jiwoo’s voice as she rushes to them at the foyer as they have a warm embrace which mirrors theirs.

His promise to Chaeyeon, aside from loving her, is getting to know her girlfriend, Jiwoo. So far, it’s doing pretty good, despite his self-doubts. During weekends, they would meet and hang out at various spots. Some of which were unfamiliar to him, at least during his first four months of dating Chaeyeon. Jiwoo pledged to do the same—though Honggi is not too familiar with how their talk went through. Perhaps, he’ll just have to wing it.

The first week comes. He practically moved in at the apartment for most of the week, not necessarily to “fill in the spot” left by Chaeyeon, but to take a chance that she has been giving him for a while. They're not the closest, but they are decent friends to say the least, having dug a little deeper beyond the surface of formalities and awkwardness. They're aware of a lot of each other's favorites and interests, laugh at or with each other, and exchange banters around Chaeyeon.

But not having her around, cues the chirps that are heard outside their balcony window. Then Honggi realizes the awkwardness between them hasn't left the room as much as he had hoped. Chaeyeon's presence simply diminished that hindrance. She has always been their bridge, their mediator. Without her in the meantime, he's gonna have to take some bigger steps to feel at his second home.

In the span of six days, he has to check a few things off his list. Do things he’s never done for his girlfriend before, at least when she’s around. But being around Jiwoo on his own, it feels a little colder. Still, he doesn’t blame her. A pack of ten pieces of instant iced tea.

Buying the necessary groceries every weekend is his first priority. Five tissue paper rolls. One 5 kg bag of rice. A carton of eggs. A couple of instant tteokbokki. Five various packs of instant ramen. Plenty of baking supplies, which he guesses is needed for her bakery.

“Gomawo, Honggi-ssi. That must’ve been a lot to carry.”

“No problem, Jiwoo-ssi. I had a service bot’s assistance on the taxi, so it’s no biggie.”

As he continues to sort out the groceries on the counter, she looks at him with deadpan eyes. Perhaps even irritated ones. “I know what you're trying to do, Honggi… But, I can handle it from there.”

“It’s fine, I’m helping organize the apartment. That’s what Chaeyeon and I agree to—”

“And I appreciate it.” There’s a tone of reservation mixed in her lukewarm cadence.

He wants to maintain his nonchalance, but he simply can't break through her coldness. “Don’t mention it. I’ll org—”

“But I want to.” Her tone sounded firmer with that interjection. “This is my apartment too, Honggi, so you should let me organize the rest of this.”

Alarmed by her words, he slowly takes a step back from her. “Okay, okay. Mianhaeyo.”

There's no guidebook to this, but he's allowing himself to be more vulnerable. He knows that knowing someone takes a lot of time and respect, but feels like he has to do more in order to gain the latter from the woman. For a second, Jiwoo closes her eyes shut as she bites her lip, unable to hide her own guilt. “I didn’t mean to…”

“It’s okay, I just…” he sighs, before taking a seat on the chair next to the couch. “I want us to not get off on the wrong foot here, because we’re both dating the same woman.”

Jiwoo keeps her lips bitten. She knows he’d come around eventually. Now should be the time, she realizes. “I know… Can I just say something to you? I just feel like I have to let it out, or else things will get worse… Between us, I mean. I don’t want that for unnie, or you, in this case.”

“Of course. What is it?”

Her hands keep clenching. “I, umm, I thought you two would just be… Purely physical.”

That definitely struck his nerve, but he has to keep himself together. “What?”

She expected his reaction. Collecting her thoughts, she sits down on the couch, slightly slouched in her position while she faces the floor. “I was bothered at first, you know?”

“Are you still bothered…” his agitation forces him to ask. “Now, I mean.”

“Not really. Not as much as I thought. I’ve always known this one is gonna happen soon. This whole open relationship was something we both agreed to do. We wanted it… But it was Chaeyeon-unnie falling for someone that bugged me for a while… When she actually told me that loves someone, aside from me? Man, it’s way more different when you hear those words from her mouth.”

The man swallows his throat, while his fingers instinctively tap on the surface of the chair, hoping it will deafen the silence haunting them. “I’m sorry—”

“Don’t be,” she chuckles, her voice unable to hide her guilt-ridden tone. “Even though I didn’t exactly find you too “appealing” at first, I’m glad I got to know you better… I was gonna say that you’ve hit the jackpot, but I like to think that unnie is just as lucky too.”

Despite his mind having retorts about what she’s said about him, Honggi listens on to her honest and soothing sentiments.

“The truth is, I’m happy that she’s happy with you, too. She has a shoulder to lean on during or after work. Someone she can listen to. Someone she could get intimate with whenever I’m at work. Plus, I get to have another assistant at the bakery this month…”

Her last statement makes Honggi chuckle, and in turn, Jiwoo herself.

“She’s with the best man, the best person she has ever been with. That’s you.”

Except for silence, he doesn’t know what else to respond. Still, he musters up the courage to tell her, “Thanks.”

“I’m sorry if I offended you, Honggi. That I gave you a lot of cold shoulders.”

“No, it’s fine… It’s just… I never saw Chaeyeon other than just… A physical partner… Even if that’s what we were mostly doing, I really liked her since we’ve gotten close.”

“She is in love with you, Honggi,” she groans. “I mean, I’m not against it. That’s how she feels… It’s just, you’re the first one she said those words to in a while.”

“So is she,” he counters.

“Well… That’s different. Maybe, I honestly don’t know if I’m just being overprotective.”

“I know… And I don’t blame you for feeling that way… I can’t blame Chae either. I love her. And she loves you.”

“Yeah…” She looks down at her hands. “The two of us, tell each other everything. Even that certain l-word.”

Honggi chuckles at her somewhat smug cadence.

“Well, almost everything,” she adds. “We wouldn't be having this conversation if I wasn't a teeny-tiny bit insecure… I don't doubt your love for unnie as much as I thought I did.”

“Well, insecure or not, you should always know that she loves and will always love you, Jiwoo-ssi. I mean, before me, you two always had each other. And you still do… I’m not trying to take that away from you. I’m just grateful I even get to be in this relationship.”

She gives his shoulder a soft pat. “I guess we have another thing in common.”

Feeling somewhat embarrassed by his confession, he can’t help but look to the side, slowly smiling. “We definitely do.”

Just before they can return to their respective places, she switches her gaze from the television and Honggi.

“Hey,” she calls him, taking the remote on the coffee table in front of them. “Wanna watch the next game with me? It starts in ten minutes.”

“I don't know much about hockey.”

She turns the television on without looking. “It really isn't that hard to learn.”

“Umm, sure! First, I'll buy some chicken outside. Do you—”

“Just have it delivered, Honggi-ssi,” she interjects, raising her voice with great elation. “I'm not letting you run away until you actually try to get invested with me.”

= =

Second week. Thursday. It’s already eight in the evening, but Honggi has to take on the second task he has to familiarize himself with, that is if he really wants to know Jiwoo a little more. After taking a seven-minute bus ride to Seongsu-dong, Honggi takes a quick stroll throughout the district until he stops at a place with the nameplate: Velvet Sweets.

Although he’s visited this place a couple of times with Chaeyeon, he opens the door, where he hears the cheerful greeting from a familiar voice at the counter.

“Annyonghashimnika!” Jiwoo bows to him in her green and purple apron. A smile grows from her face when she recognizes him. “Oh… It’s you, Honggi!”

“Hi,” he gives her a slight bow before seizing an empty table nearest to the counter. “So, umm, this must be where the magic happens, huh?” his eyes look around the café—half of the place is still filled with customers. Even their service is still old-fashioned due to his observation of kiosks or order bots being more and more common in other cafés.

“Pretty much… I won’t be out in a while, but you wanna order something? Make yourself comfortable here, at least.”

He gets to spend more time at the café and bakery—or that’s what he had hoped would happen. But then, he realizes that it’ll take a little longer before he can spend time with Jiwoo. Rather than wanting to be a nuisance to his girlfriend’s girl, Honggi stays seated at his own table, keeping himself from stealing glances at the head baker, Jiwoo herself, guiding the subordinates with the growing line. Five minutes in, he pulls out his laptop from his backpack, casually waiting for his large cup of latte macchiato.

Seventeen minutes in, he’s gotten half of his drink while checking on updates of the Jeju Team. When that’s not enough to distract himself from the fact that his girlfriend is still away, and that her girlfriend is also away at her work, he orders a red velvet cheesecake at the counter, which he can’t help but hum in satisfaction during his first four bites. In ten minutes, his plate is empty, leaving only crumbs until the whole thing is fetched by one of the part-timers, who can’t help but steal a few glances at him while Honggi’s eyes remain locked on his laptop.

Later on, the little digital ‘open’ sign beside the front doors had been turned off. An hour and a half has passed since he arrived. Closing his laptop, Honggi cracks his knuckles to see Jiwoo with the two young workers, a man and woman, near the entrance.

“Thank you for the assist, you two… Same time as tomorrow, arasseo? Take care!” Just as the two leave the place with a respectful bow, Jiwoo locks the front doors and rushes to Honggi’s table. “I’m really sorry if I kept you waiting. Deliveries tend to escalate a lot an hour before we close.”

“No, it’s fine.” He stands up, following her at the front of the counter. “But, I did hope I could offer an extra hand inside the kitchen, but it seems you had enough help in there, so I tried to make myself less creepy in front of everyone else here by ordering a drink.”

She giggles. “Maybe next time. I had a few part-timers who helped me all day. They didn’t have class in the afternoon, so they dropped by after lunch.”

“That makes sense.” He breathes out at her statement. “I should’ve thought of that.”

She shakes her head, before pulling up the chair in front of him to sit on. He has caught her interest. “Come on, now… Why pay a visit on a weekday like tonight?”

“What do you mean? That’s a part of our deal. At least, I promised to visit here. And I will be visiting on Friday and Saturday, if you want.”

“That’s what I was thinking!” she points out with a high pitch. “You have work today—”

“Which ended around six-thirty,” he counters, inadvertently letting out a similar pitch.

“Do you rarely hang out with your friends nowadays or what?” She raises an eyebrow.

“Well…” Slowly, he scratches his head. “I always see them at work, and sometimes after. Besides, they’re dealing with their own businesses too, so I didn’t bother hanging out.”

“Like what? I haven’t heard that much from your friends since the college reunion. Whatever happened to them.”

Of course. His mind reminds him that Jiwoo is still a different person than Chaeyeon. He should never let her feel left out.

“Insoo returned abroad a week after the reunion. Meanwhile, Kangmin’s being a busy househusband, he even brought his wife as a plus one. And he wasn’t the only one!”

Jiwoo nods at him gleefully. “And now that we’re in the reunion talk, how about your old little gang then? I’m sure you guys had a blast seeing each other after five to six years.”

“That’s true… I mean, first of all, Myungsoo and Tone are hitting it off, like finally!”

“Yeah, those two were years overdue,” the woman jubilates in agreement. “I couldn’t be much happier for Tone-unnie and Myungsoo-oppa… You rarely get stories like those in real life.”

“And Junghoon... Well, I would've said that he's just cooking and making tons of won all day, like he usually does, but now, he's actually doing something else in his life. One that is making him happy for once.”

“Yeah, that guy’s one of the few men I really look up to, no offense. Especially with what he’s gone through, he’s had quite a success story. I’m glad that you’ve all stuck together.”

“None taken. He deserves that success like everybody else… And like I said, everyone is living their own lives. Some of them got their own drama. Their own hardships. I mean, some of our friends are gonna be in their thirties in a couple of years!”

“And looking back, I'd say that some things were better back then.”

“I’m guessing that you and Chae were already together back then, right?”

“Yep. We pretty much just fooled around when we were sophomores. We wanted to distance ourselves from our toxic exes. We didn’t even consider entering a hoe phase, because that ain’t our thing… Not long after, we finally became official in senior year.”

“So, you became a thing at the time,” his head slowly nods. “That’s why I missed it.”

“Well, that's odd…” Her eyebrow raises. “Did you take a leave of absence or something?”

“Pretty much… That’s when Junghoon and I first enlisted for military service.”

Her mouth closely opens. “Oooooh… So that’s why Tone-unnie was mostly by herself that year. I must’ve forgotten about that. It makes more sense.”

“Yeah, we kinda felt a little guilty, too, but Jung-ie and Yeonghwan-hyung thought about it first, and I just ended up following him.”

“At least you guys were together to deal with that. I figured it wasn't easy.”

“It definitely wasn’t, but I’d like to say, it was worth it for me personally… But, umm, enough about me. How about you? How was it like being the talk of the campus for a time?”

“As much as I'd like to ‘spill some tea’ about our senior year, we weren’t talked about that much. We might be a lesbian couple, but I don’t think we’re as well known as a couple like Xinyu and Sohyun. We kept ourselves private. We liked it that way.”

“Oh, yeah!” he snaps his fingers with excitement. “They’re one of the campus couples. Like one of the most memorable ones from our previous batch. I wonder what they’re doing nowadays? I only heard Xinyu-sunbae was at the reunion, but I never saw her.”

“She was… And I hate to burst your bubble, but those two aren’t together anymore.”

“Oh… Well, now that I realize it, you can just look up their careers on Naver or Google.”

“That’s more about Xinyu-unnie, but yeah… Even Sohyun-unnie also gets to have a life that everyone can be proud of. I’m sure even her parents are still bragging about her.”

“What about your parents?” he asks with curiosity, although such inquiry becomes enveloped in doubt once he hears himself saying it. “That is, if you don’t mind me asking. I was just curious…”

“Well, if I’m being honest, things are mostly fine and dandy between us.”

The intrigue in his brain is pushing him to ask more about this topic, but he listens on.

“But, the thing is, we never came out to our own parents after graduation. I don't speak for unnie’s parents, but I'd say our parents aren’t as homophobic as we expected they’d be. They’ve always been supportive to me all my life.”

Yet, despite his hesitation, she’s able to read his mind.

“That's impressive...” His head tilts to the side. “And kinda sad… The coming out part taking a little longer, I mean. We're already in the new decade—and some people still see liking someone of the same sex as a problem, you know?”

“That’s true, but I'm happy unnie and I have gone past that phase. And now, well… Let’s just say that it’ll get more complicated.” She looks down, rubbing and warming the back of her left hand with her right palm. “Not that I see it as a bad thing.”

She has a point, something that makes Honggi think about his parents and siblings too, knowing his relationship isn’t as old-fashioned as whatever they have. Not to mention, his gossipy friends, too. How will he deal with their mouths running around? Still—he shakes off his thoughts about his family. This isn't about me. Not right now anyway.

“I’m glad with most of the way things are now,” she continues. “For better or worse.”

He gives her a pat on her back. “I couldn’t agree more. Mostly for the better, of course.”

“You’re not trying to get in my pants just because we connected more, are you?”

“Nope…” He raises his hands up playfully. “We can just be friends, you know?”

Even to her, that sounds off, but his presence now feels comforting to her. “I like that.”

“It’s nice that I got to know more about my girlfriend and girlfriend-in-law.”

“Yah,” she chuckles at his description, embarrassed enough to put her palm on his hand. “Well… It's really nice knowing you too, boyfriend-in-law.”

By the end of the week, it’s become a tradition for them to often get a video call from their girlfriend, whether it’s from Jiwoo or Honggi’s phone, a conversation that lasts from forty-five minutes to an hour, if not longer, before either of them heads to bed.

“Hey, you two!” Chaeyeon greets them with excitement. “How are my babes doing?”

“You really gonna call us that in the same room?” Jiwoo clenches her teeth.

“That's what you two are!” she insists with a pouty smile, pointing her index finger to each of them from her hotel bedroom.

“I’m fine with it,” Honggi shrugs beside Jiwoo.

“Of course you’re fine with it.” Jiwoo leans closer to the screen. “We’re more like in-laws.”

The man lets out a chortle just hearing her say it out loud. Jiwoo feels she’s been set up.

“In-laws, huh?” Chaeyeon smirks from the screen, her eyes glowing with excitement. “That’s interesting… I see you’ve made some progress!”

“What?” She turns to Honggi in annoyance. “Isn’t that what you came up with?”

“So you like being called that?” he teases her, nudging her right shoulder.

“I tolerate it,” she shrugs, before giving the man a soft sucker punch to his left shoulder, inciting a yelp from Honggi. “But don’t expect me to call you that every single time!”

For the rest of their talk, Jiwoo lets Honggi spill the beans of their weekly update. His question from that night still rings. A part of her wishes she can take her answer back. Right now, though, she’s more than happy that he’s around. Happy that he’s a part of Chaeyeon’s life… And hers—though to what extent is something that she’s still gonna have to figure out by herself.

= = =

Third week. Thursday evening. No hockey games were live on the television for Jiwoo to scream and cheer into. Not even a Disney or local musical for her to sing along to, which yes, Honggi has only recently learned of. Tonight, her brain has gone blank while staring in front of her phone. There’s no sense of awkwardness between them, though, arguably, this unbearable mundaneness inside the living room is just as bad, and being reminded of Chaeyeon’s physical absence even makes it worse for them.

Jiwoo turns her phone off, looking at Honggi. “Do you wanna grab a drink? Or a meal?”

“From the CVS?” His mind is ready to dress up. A habit that has been wired to his brain.

“No, I mean at a bar or club,” she counters, intuitively twirling a few strands of her hair.

“This late at night?” He points his index finger right at the sirens-filled window.

“Where else? I just pointed out those two places.”

“If that's the case, then I’m not too sure about that.”

“I know a place not too far from here. And I'm getting so frickin' bored just staying in here all night.”

“Can’t you just watch another film or a recorded game? I can call us something to eat.”

“Come on, man!” she whines, prompting her to solidify her argument by turning the TV off. “I'm sure you're feeling the same way, aren't you? It’ll be my treat, if you want.”

“Well, I can't deny a free drink…” the man admits, and, with that consideration, closes his laptop. “Yeah, why the hell not?” He cracks his knuckles. “We better dress up now. I don’t wanna wait around the line for too long.”

With a smile and nod, Jiwoo leaves the couch and rushes to her bedroom. Honggi waits, realizing that his duffle bag is inside the room—finding it odd that there’s no glimmer of disappointment in him, only anticipation.

Only an eight-minute walk from their place, the club. He can’t take his eyes off Jiwoo, considering her quite thin outfit. While he’s in the simple combination of a short sleeve polo and pants, the woman is more liberated and carefree with her attire, which actually impresses him. And yet, to make matters worse, Chaeyeon’s words start to echo through him. Persistent words, from a couple of months ago until before she left, flashing back to him in a whiplash.

“It's not the first time we've shared someone... I’m sure you’ve considered that.”

“Take care of our Jiwoo-yah…”

“You… Know what I… mean. Clearly… your junior… does.”

He shakes those thoughts off. Those were Chaeyeon’s words, not Jiwoo’s, you pervert.

Seeing her on the dance floor, Honggi walks towards the woman, but she does him a favor by pulling him in front of her without warning. “You still regret coming along?”

“No, I'm really liking this place,” he professes, slowly moving his body to the slow music. “The interior’s kinda refreshing, unlike most of my experiences with clubs, you know?”

“Let me teach you a few things then,” the woman flaunts her hair as the rhythm of the music intensifies in the background.

In the next half an hour, the pair would take turns of sitting down at the counter stools and going back to the dance floor. Swaying with each other’s arms, grooving with their free spirits and teaching each other several moves with exchanges of smiles and laughs. While his eyes are closed, Jiwoo notices the increase of people entering the dance floor. Following her next instinct, she slowly climbs her long arm on his shoulders and wraps herself around his neck, while her other hand guides the man’s right hand on her waist. Despite this intimate and suggestive gesture, Honggi hopes to forget his intrusive urges by focusing on his continuous locomotive movements.

“You’re quite the dancer,” he chuckles, smoothly following her beat to the music.

“I had a couple of other clubs than just Diamond Dreamers,” she crows with a smirk.

“I can tell… But I’m not even sure I can keep up with you, like you were a while ago.”

“You’re doing just fine!” she guarantees, raising her voice for him to hear her clearly. “Geez… I am far from the best judge of dancing, so as an average clubber—I can say you’ve got moves. I’m more invested with singing anyway.”

“Which you’re already a master at!” he concurs with a wide grin. “I’m not good at either singing or dancing like you are. As far as I'm concerned, I'd say I’m pro at winging stuff, but you’re more than a natural… You make things look easy.”

Jiwoo feels her face warming up, but Honggi’s mix of compliment and self-deprecation still bothers her, knowing it’s more than just about dancing. “Come on, I’m sure you’re good at something! A lot of things. You and unnie work at a broadcasting station. Like one of the most widespread in the country.”

“Yeah, but she’s definitely more capable than me, and I’m proud of her for that. By the way, you do remember that I took hotel management at university, right?”

“That doesn’t mean your degree was useless!” she raises her voice. “We also know that you’re great at communication. You talk to people—you open up yourself to them. You know how to have a heart-to-heart conversation and that’s a rarity in the media these days… So why not take something in that field?”

“That’s actually… Good advice… Huh… Gomawo, Ji.”

She shakes her head as a shy smile forms on her face. “You don’t need to, Honggi… That’s all you. You gotta start seeing what you’re capable of more often.”

As soon as her words melt his heart, the growing crowd begins to overwhelm his other senses. “Woah… I didn’t expect so many people to join this rave. Damn, I don’t think I can actually move around as much this time.”

Her eyes follow his direction. “You’re exaggerating, Honggi… They’re not that many.”

“I know, but I’m still not the best around crowds. I might as well go back to the stool—”

“We’ll just go slower, then…” She tightens her hold of him. “Stay a little closer to me, arasseo?” She keeps her gaze leveled with him. “We’ll be fine.”

Her eyes. Her reassuring smile. Her slower tone. Her tender touch—Ignore them. But he can’t. For some reason, it’s captivating. She's making him feel at ease, especially with the crowd being energetic around them, mindlessly throwing their arms in the air.

“What is this?” He looks around the club. “A gala? An American prom?”

Jiwoo chortles. “With this music? Really?”

“The music’s moving a little slower,” he defends.

“Doesn't mean it's a slow dance. People are still pumped up to this. Hell, I am.”

Her lips. She’s put on lipstick tonight. His ego insists he stops staring at them, with his impulses pushing him to maintain his gaze. His body can only respond with a gulp on his throat.

About two seconds, panic riveting throughout his senses can only force him to find an excuse out of her distance. “I–I'll get us another drink.”

“Oh…” is the only response she can throw at him as he walks away further. “Okay, then.” With her spirits too discouraged to follow him back to the counter, she only has herself to blame. “Way to go…” she mumbles amidst the exhilarating rumbles of the speakers.

The guilt-ridden woman faces the opposite direction, hoping to let herself loose on the dance floor, only to find herself bumping into a man with a similar height. But luck has not found her way, as while her heart is yearning for him to be Honggi, she is met with another familiar face. One that she's been dreading to see. One that she never hoped to see again. “Y–you…”

A mix of anger, fear, and despair begins to boil through her veins. “Well, well,” the man gives her a smile too distasteful for her to forget. “Look who decided to show up again.”

“Funny seeing you here,” she quips, fixing her posture in front of him. “Been a while.”

“Well, what can I say?” the not-so-stranger opens his arms, dominating over his spot on the dance floor even without making any moves unlike the ones around him. “This place has brought back a few good memories. How can you just forget all of those?”

As he stares from afar, Honggi feels compelled to ask—but his hesitations tell him to sit this one out for now. Not everything has to be your business. But it’s Chae’s girlfriend, another voice in his mind rebuts. She may be an independent woman, but that’s your woman’s woman, and some possibly sexually intimidating guy has approached her. His instincts can only warn him: it doesn’t feel right. Whether it’s jealousy or not, he can’t get these two off his mind.

“Those memories were nice, but other ones got in the way…” Jiwoo shoots back. “And now, you clearly can’t take ‘no’ for an answer after I kicked you out of my place.”

“Look, Ji, I didn’t have much of a choice. That open thing was still new to—”

“It was new to everyone we’ve met… Yet you’ve made your choice from the moment you disrespected my girlfriend. The moment you’ve invited your degenerate friend when she didn’t want to see anyone at the time!”

That’s him, his mind has picked up the pieces based on the escalation of their hostility. The man Chaeyeon has told him about. He abandons the pair of bottles at the counter, walking back to the dance floor as the tension between the two escalates in front of his own eyes, witnessing their facades slowly break through their faces and hand gestures.

“Come on, Jiwoo-yah…” The man’s hand holds onto her shoulders, his foul breath is reeking with the bottles he has drunk in the past few hours. “Let’s just talk this out… Chaeyeon-ssi doesn’t know what she’s missing… Hmm? Han’s already backed out—”

With aggression driven by fear, she attempts to shake off her hands of his drunken grip. “Get the fuck out of my face, Cheol. This is your final warning.”

His tone of desperation deepens into resentment, slowly clenching his hold of her. “Not until you tell me to my face and answer my question.”

“What question?” Her voice mirrors her movement, rising with fright and intimidation while feeling the paralysis of his presence.

“You haven’t fallen for any of her boyfriend or girlfriend, have you?”

Hesitation emerges from Jiwoo’s expression as his hand tugs hers with excessive force, stubborn and obsessed to let go of the woman. Her heart pumps faster than usual. She can’t give an answer, especially if it’s gonna give him satisfaction.

“See? I’m sure you’ve slept with your girlfriend’s boyfriends,” Cheol snickers in disbelief. “God, even saying that out loud just sounds ridiculous. If you were only single—”

“Must be a skill difference, then,” Honggi steps forward beside Jiwoo, allowing her to release herself from Cheol’s grip. Her eyes widen at his sudden act. She knows where this is going. An attempt to try to be a hero by diffusing this already boiling situation. “Or maybe you’ve been treating everything like some game.”

Cheol scoffs, but Honggi’s wit and courage impresses him too. He takes more and more steps forward, intimidating Honggi as he cautiously walks backwards in response. “You must be the new one… You got a mouth, don’t you?”

“I’m Honggi.” He tries to keep composure, a lot more than the man confronting him. “You must be Cheol, aren’t you?” For good measure, he extends his right hand.

“So, I assume that Jiwoo’s told you about me?” he jeers, arrogantly ignoring his gesture.

“Nah,” he lets out a chuckle. “I just thought it was obvious.” One that gives even Honggi an ick as it reaches his ears.

“Really?” Cheol maintains his composure. “Not even a word from her chatty and busty girlfriend, Chaeyeon? Oh, is it your girlfriend too? I get things confused. Don’t you?”

Honggi’s blood begins to boil, both his fists slowly clenching on his legs. “Not me.”

As irritation builds up in his veins, the man deepens his voice. “That bitch is toying with you. They both are.”

Even his toes clench inside his shoes. But Honggi crosses his arms, shaking his head in contempt. “I think only a primitive wouldn’t understand something that simple, dude. Well, no… Even a caveman would probably have more respect and chivalry than you… Maybe that’s why you still get no ladies.”

Striking a nerve, the aggressor snaps out with an irritated grunt. Before his senses can warn him, Honggi takes a sucker punch from Cheol to the right side of his face.

“Honggi-ssi!” Jiwoo screams in agitation. Her left leg takes a large step forward, only to be held back by the customers beside her, who warn her that it’s too late and dangerous to intervene. “But it’s my friend, let me go!”

“Call the bouncer.” With a worried tone, the one on her right advises another bystander.

“Just stay back, Jiwoo,” he tells her, extending his right arm to her with his palm open. However, her mind and movements tell her not to follow his advice. “I can handle this, just—” Feeling a tingle from his skin, Honggi looks back at the attacker.

As Cheol charges towards him a second time with a hostile bellow, Honggi sidesteps, quickly raising his fists, and retaliates with a quick but solid jab right to his left cheek using his left fist, pushing the former to the other side of the crowd. And despite their instincts catching him, the same witnesses almost immediately take a few steps back.

With his right knuckle, Cheol wipes off the blood on his lips. A smirk forms. “Not bad…”

In his slouched position, he lunges at Honggi a second time, but fortunately for the latter, his focus is locked on him. Catching his fist, they enter a struggle, their arms clinching in defense while Cheol tries to inflict a second damage against him.

“You never know when to quit, do you?” he taunts him. “You should’ve listened to her.”

Thank God, most of his military training has worn off yet. Otherwise, he'd be eating his own words and more of the man’s fists all night. Though things are not looking the best for him either, as they’re stuck in this grapple, while his attacker keeps throwing lighter dirty punches on his body using his left hand. He takes a few hits on his gut and elbows, triggering a few coughs of agony from Honggi while he strategizes his next move at him. He’s not just fighting for himself, he just doesn’t want to hear him say anything foul and ill against his girlfriend and her girlfriend, no matter how confusing that might sound in others’ heads.

“Well, I can say the same thing with you…” Honggi throws back, as he blocks a major hit from hitting his chest. “She’s not interested, buddy. Pretty sure she was clear with that.”

“Leave him the hell alone,” Jiwoo roars, having returned to the crowd.

Cheol turns his head to her. “Or what? You’re gonna call your girlfriend back at your—”

With a window of opportunity now opening to his eyes, Honggi manages to let go of his hands off his shoulders and lowers on the floor. Sliding his right leg, he sweeps Cheol’s legs off the ground. He tumbles on the floor, allowing the former to run back to Jiwoo while his attacker groans in pain and confusion. The woman holds onto him tightly, agitated by the look of his face. “Just stay beside me… Bouncers are on their way.”

Even with a bloody nose, plus bruised lips, cheekbone, and ego, the attacker lets out one taunting laugh from his supine position. “You think that little wooing quest of yours will last? You'll end up like me.” His fist clenches. “Like everyone else they’ve dumped.”

Honggi walks toward him with some caution, though fear has left his system. “At least, I’ll know when to stop. I’m not one who lashes out when I get rejected.”

Just before the security guard can break them up, Jiwoo comes running at the risen Cheol with a blare and swift right jab directly to his face. That’s a knockout for him.

“He’s nothing like you, asshole,” she chimes in, glaring at his unconscious body getting carried and dragged out by his pals, holding both of his shoulders as they ditch the club, while another bouncer sees them off until they're no longer within their distance.

An hour later, they took a taxi back to Chaeyeon and Jiwoo’s apartment, where they’re having a talk about the incident. “I'm not pressing charges,” she tells him, pulling out an ointment med kit. “And neither should you.”

“What?!” Honggi takes out the ice pack on his cheek, letting his other fingers touch his own face, until he feels a cut on his chin. “Ow…”

“Careful, I just patched that up.” She rubs another dap of ointment on his bruise.

“I mean, like why not press charges?” he clarifies, putting the ice pack back on his face.

“You said it was my call,” she points out. “Unless you really want me to press charges.”

“No, no…” He pinches his nose, thankfully untouched during the fight, unlike Cheol’s. “You don't have to, but it's not about that, Jiwoo…”

“What else is it about then? Cheol was the assailant. He was guilty and his friends should know that. If that still isn’t enough, there were a lot of witnesses at the place. They even got their faces on camera... Also, he's been blacklisted there since tonight.”

“It’s good that they’re consistent with their security, but do you think that’s gonna be enough to keep them out of your sight?”

“He’s not gonna come back… Even if he or his friends do show up, I know people.”

Her delivery sends shivers through his spine. “They’re not like hitmen, are they?”

“Nothing violent of any kind,” she answers him. “Plus, you’ve given him enough hell… I don’t think I’m that worth fighting for.”

That touches a sore spot in him, seeing herself like that. “What makes you say that?”

“He was fighting for his pride and ego. You were…” She stops for a second, scanning his bruised face. For a split second, her eyes look down his lip. They're contused like half of his face, yet she can't take her eyes off them. She looks up to his eyes, which makes her swallow her throat. Why am I feeling this now? her mind gripes, feeling that rhythm.

Honggi's head slowly tilts, cautious by her delay. “I was what?”

“A bit reckless… Yeah, that’s what you were tonight.” Her volume rises as her cadence hardens through his conflicting reprimand. “You gave in to your male ego, and look where that got you.”

With a deep sigh, he can only stare at the blank space, clueless on what to say next. “You’re right,” he admits. But I didn’t regret that, his mind adds.

“Look,” she continues with a sigh. “I don't like it when people I care about get their way, getting themselves into trouble, just to defend me.”

People I care about... those four words echo through his mind. “Why not?”

“It's primitive, it’s reckless. Like what you said earlier, which is ironic.”

“He wasn’t gonna stop harassing you.”

“Well…” She holds him on his right shoulder. “I can take care of myself, Honggi.”

“I know you can.” He gives her shoulder a soft fist bump. “You really gave him a nice knuckle sandwich to the face, too.”

“Thanks. I, uhh, learned that technique from a good friend,” she humblebrag, raising her clenched fist. “So you know I was capable of defending myself from that goon.”

“Yeah, but I was already there,” he continues. “You're just gonna have to get used to it.”

“I was gonna say that you should've used your words more, but I doubt those cavemen were gonna get the memo. Just consider yourself lucky his friends didn't join the party that much before the bouncers came. Well, they were distracting the guards the whole time, but you get what I mean.”

“Yeah, I know... Plus, I'll get in more trouble if Chaeyeon finds out that her girlfriend got hurt, especially when I happened to be there.”

“But in return, her boyfriend did get hurt.” Her voice almost cracked.

Even hearing the tremble in Jiwoo’s voice makes him feel a fissure in his heart.

“I'll handle her reaction. Let's just keep it low for now. Maybe until tomorrow.”

”Fair enough,” she places her right cheek on her palm. “Let’s make that until Saturday… I wouldn't wanna get on unnie's bad side, either.”

They both have a hearty laugh at her sentiment.

“Thanks, Honggi-ssi. I, uhh, I appreciate what you did... Even if it was a bit reckless, you were pretty badass there too with your leg sweep.”

He laughs at her compliment, before the silence ensues their distance once again.

With it, Jiwoo can only listen to her own heartbeat, growing louder and louder while she maintains her gaze with him. But she wants the sound to shut up and slow down, so she leans closer to his lips.

Honggi cups her chin, continuing what she started, captivated and intoxicated not by the alcohol, but by her lips and her taste, which ironically enough, also tastes like her drink. With their eyes closed, this pair can only feel each other's lips, something their girlfriend’s felt hundreds of times. Only this time, she tastes the metallic of his wound, with the hint of sweetness still enthralling her to explore the rest of his mouth.

After a minute, Jiwoo slowly tugs on to his shoulders, which ends their sizzling moment. Their eyes meet for a second, but a hint of guilt and embarrassment strikes into Jiwoo's heart, which compels her to let her hands go off his.

“Mianhae…” she mutters, looking down on the couch while she catches her breath.

Honggi is just as bewildered. Her move gave him whiplash, but his heart only knows one reaction to it. He went into the kiss too, after all. “It's okay. But, you should get washed… And head to bed, that is if you want to... It's just, it's already late and all.”

“Oh, right.” She gets up from the couch. “Of course.”

Jiwoo rushes into her room, while Honggi takes out his phone from his pocket. He locates his chat with Chaeyeon. After a deep sigh, he begins typing a new message.

= = =

The next day. Friday. Not much has happened. The bruises on Honggi's face have made some improvement, though he still had to make up an excuse at work that he tripped on his face while rushing through the subway. Of course, nobody was fully convinced by his story, but it made for an entertaining conversation between his friends and colleagues. He has yet to come up with a convincing story to his family, but he still has another week to brainstorm or just await the inevitable before they visit his apartment.

At the bakery, Jiwoo burned two orders. Thankfully, they weren't detrimental enough. “Why not just take the day off, Jiwoo-yah…” her manager advised her. “You are lucky Kim-daepyonim isn’t paying a visit this week. She still holds you in high regard.”

“Ne, Sajangnim.” Jiwoo keeps her guilt-ridden gaze on the floor. “Joesonghamnida.” She bows to the older woman for the third time. “It won’t happen again.”

“Is it because of the man?” she throws the question, her pitch slightly higher.

“Huh?” She looks at her in an instant. “What man?”

“Well, I’m told he’s one who paid a visit here last week. The guy your girlfriend is seeing, if I’m not mistaken. He was here even before that.”

“Who told you—?” Her tone becomes frantic. “Was it the part-timers?”

The manager laughs at her almost state of panic, giving her a pat on her left shoulder. “Don’t worry… I won’t pry on it too much. They don't know much anyways.”

Realizing her own overreaction, Jiwoo slowly scratches the side of her hair. “Was it that obvious, unnie?”

Later that night, Honggi stayed over at the apartment once again, but he didn't say anything. Not about what happened last night, anyway.

From the single chair next to the couch, Jiwoo kept her stare at the screen in the last ten minutes, but she’s not focusing on the players, or the game, as much as she usually does. Meanwhile, Honggi’s on the kitchen table, scrolling his laptop with his wireless mouse, scrolling and scrolling through the blank spreadsheet of his document without a clear and coherent and moving thought in his brain—Except for one.

Muting the TV, she breaks the cold silence. “Look, about what happened last night—”

“I know, Jiwoo…” He gulps his throat. “It doesn’t have to change anything… Right?”

“Of course not,” Jiwoo answers him with a nervous chuckle. She wants to take it back.

Is that what either of them want? And yet, despite Honggi’s interjection, the man walks towards her—without a word—while she watches him sit on the couch, facing her. Jiwoo knows she can no longer ignore that beat. That thumping louder and louder inside her chest can no longer be deafened by the sounds of upbeat music. She doesn’t say a word either, paralyzed by her heartbeat. Honggi is feeling not too different, but his hesitation still holds back what he urges to do. Then a thought whispers into his mind, what more do I have to lose? If she rejects me, I will take it like a man. Chaeyeon will understand.

With a short heave, the man leans his face closer into her, making the move this time. His lips touch hers, closing his eyes for a moment, only to break it a few seconds later. Slowly, he opens his eyes, bracing himself for the woman’s reaction. A slap, or a much more painful dead silence.

Jiwoo only pulls him back to her lips, wrapping her arms around his neck, like she used to on the dance floor. Fuck, she deduces. I want him, who cares if I seem to be rushing things? In Honggi’s mind, his thoughts now revolve around one realization: I need her.

They break their moment, finding the time to breathe out with their wide smiles.

“This is gonna complicate things more, won’t it?” he leans his forehead with hers.

“Yes and no…” she counters, giving him another, quicker kiss. “Not for us, anyway.”

Combined with her daring look, Jiwoo’s warm breath reaching his face just made his body tingle. “You know what? Let’s not think about that now.”

“I agree,” she giggles, right before she goes in for his lips once again.

Giving up their mental restraints, they’re both irresistible to each other. Their presence. Their touch. Their taste. Their minds submits to their bodies, giving into their libidinal urges towards each other. Ones that they were too afraid to act on, despite their lover’s subtle insistence and approval from time to time.

The pair break their kiss after a moment, leaving a string of saliva, gasping for air while their face is left with a moment of awe and euphoria. Jiwoo’s fingernails remain clawed through his chest, thankfully not enough to damage the fabric or pierce his skin.

“I, uhh, I’m kinda getting sick of the bed,” she admits, staring at their bedroom door from afar and taking a careful look back at the clean mattress. “No offense to you or unnie. I just really don’t wanna keep getting our bed rewashed every two weeks.”

“Gwenchana, Jiwoo-yah. I understand.” He looks around the room before facing her, unsure about where her mind will go, or where they will go, to be exact. “Do you have anywhere else in mind?”

Hearing his question, her cheeks begin to blush hot red. “A few… But I have one now.”

Jiwoo jumps on Honggi, joining him on the leather couch. With Jiwoo on top and Myungsoo on the bottom, their lips remain intact and tongues keep clashing in rhythm like they are stuck on a frozen pole, only their saliva keeping each other’s touch heated and humid even amidst this breezy night. Their fingers seize this opportunity to traverse each other’s bodies reclined on the cushion for the first time.

His hands scan her back, feeling her breasts and hips, until they’ve reached her shorts, igniting a series of giggles and titters from both of them. Such a habit from Jiwoo’s has always sparked a few reactions from Honggi. Rarely has it annoyed him. And strangely enough, it always aroused him in the past month and a half. Maybe even a little longer.

“Don’t beat around the bush…” she mutters, prompting him to only answer with a nod.

He takes off his shorts and then his underwear in front of her. Their makeout continues, as Honggi gently demonstrates his dominance over Jiwoo by guiding her head and lying instead before digging his fingernails on the couch—beneath the foundation of his arms. With excitement, she waits for his next move.

With only her eyes of approval, his cock enters her clean-shaven cunt. It is thanks to his own precum that his entry becomes less ragged. “Oh, goodness,” she moans, prompting her to wrap her arms around his waist like a seatbelt.

“You’re so big,” Jiwoo groans under her breath, slowly pinching on his skin like it’s a pin cushion, a prickling feeling that he surprisingly takes well. Much, much bigger than any of my toys, she thinks to herself. Or unnie’s. Should I buy a new—maybe a bigger one? Fuck it, stop thinking.

“And you’re so tight,” Honggi retorts with a smirk. She exhales a chuckle, feeling some lightheadedness with his whole cock now inside her vaginal walls, plunging in and out, which she’s feeling even from her stomach. Within the guy’s mind, a part of him starts the comparison between his lovers, but he grunts those thoughts off by letting his own member begin his powered swings back and forth.

They now move through a common rhythm, thrusting and grinding against each other’s bodies, their years of carnal experience culminating through the clapping of their skins and clashing of their tongues, relishing the assortment of flavors they’ve had from their late night snacks and drinks. They would taste the hint of iron in his own mouth, which alerts him, giving him an idea to wash it off more. But she, much like a vampire, cannot care less. Her arms remain gripped to his shoulders whenever she feels his urge to pull out of some hesitation. Jiwoo’s ego considers this as a reward, but her primal side just wants more of it. More of him. In her subconscious, she wants to prove that she cares too. That she hungers for him as they do for Chaeyeon. More than most of her exes in the past five years.

Their growing moans begin to reverb, echoing at their faces along with their skins.

He’s mine! her mind crazes, letting her hips maintain her grinds, even challenging herself to move against the current of his thrusts. He’s fucking ours!

Now that momentum has been achieved, the man is compelled to take the initiative, increasing his thrusts by an inch as he grunts with every force he delivers. With his continued pumps, deeper into her chambers, he starts to reach her sensitive spots.

As both of them had expected, they would spend the following minutes upping the ante of their session finding ways to accelerate each other’s stimulation from this limited yet exciting and familiar position. Moving her hands further down, Jiwoo holds onto his ass cheeks and gives both of them a squeeze, triggering a moan from her lover. “What the…”

But the longer she holds his cheeks with her palms, the stronger his pumps get. As soon as one starts to reach their limit, their voices become more intelligible at the expense of their breaths running out second by second. Jiwoo’s moans start to crack the same way her voice would.

“Oh–oppa…” she mutters next to his ears. This is the first time she’s called him that.

“Ye—yeah?” Honggi answers, finding the moment to fix her unkempt strands of hair amidst their rocking bodies, yearning to see her striking face.

“I’m not… Safe today!” she brings up, her tone of panic blending with her vibrating voice while still grinding on his hips, unable to stop herself from taking delight in their union. Her mind is too lightheaded to focus as her volume of stimulation overflows. “And I—”

Right, how could he forget? He’s been thinking with this dick more than his own brain, now they're in this kerfuffle. Nevertheless, he shakes his worst fears off and improvises the closest solution while his thrusts remain on autopilot.

“It’s… Okay,” he huffs, pepping a few kisses on her cheeks while maintaining his thrusts. Enticed by her scent, he himself is feeling the buildup inside his shaft. “Fuck, uuuhhh…”

Even his mere pecks add into her gratifying sensations. “Mmmnnggghhh…” she quivers, biting into his left shoulder right before she yelps and screams, “Imma—I’m—I’m close!”

Heeding the woman’s thunderous plea and grunting into the pressure of her teeth on his shoulder, Honggi quickly pulls his cock out of her entrance just in time as the stream of seed bursts out of him in the next five seconds. Jiwoo cups his cheek and kisses him in delight, listening to his member shooting his cum, until it slows down, like a waterfall.

As most of his load lands on her belly or the couch, Jiwoo takes a good amount of his semen on her palm into her mouth like warm and salty congee. She gulps it down her throat, wiping off traces of cum on her lips with her right thumb, something that captivates Honggi further, only chortling at her final act. Returning to the realm of silence, they lie on the couch next to each other, with Jiwoo heaving on the right edge and Honggi on the left, his right arm dangling over the floor. It’s a miracle they even managed to fit in together.

Ten minutes have passed, yet Honggi still can’t get what she just said out of his mind. Their lips part to catch their breaths, but Jiwoo—with her eyes of hunger and hands of desperation—only pulls him in for another session after their three seconds of breather.

When his breath eases up, he brings it up. “Chamkaman… What do you mean by few?”

“You’ll see…” A smirk forms on Jiwoo’s face. That teasing smirk that always gets him. “Well, if you’re up for it.”

He lets out a wheeze in disbelief. “She expected this, you know?”

“Yeah… I hate that she’s right sometimes,” she admits. “Well, most of the time.”

His curiosity arises from her remark. “About what?”

“That you really are vanilla,” she shoots back with a taunting gaze and wide laughter.

His head tilts, his eyes squinting. In his heart, as if a dart has struck it, particularly his myocardium, somehow it accelerates his pumps, despite being perfectly still. “Is that a compliment or an insult?”

“Compliment, dummy… But then again, I was honestly kinda expecting something else.”

He can only pout, making himself ponder about what he could've possibly done wrong during their first time. The woman sees the descent of enthusiasm on his face, and she finds it cute, seeing him just as invested in this passionate exchange as she is. Yet, she doesn’t want to rub him the wrong way with her playful attitude.

“That being said…” she continues, tiptoeing her fingers down to his nether regions. “Unnie also told me not to underestimate you… How about we find out?”

The man’s eyebrow slowly raises; his cock would follow. A smirk follows on his face.

“Your wish is my command,” he pledges to the woman. “What do you want, Jiwoo?”

She leans closer next to his left ear, her smile mirroring his with anticipation.

“Take my ass, oppa.” She didn’t have to, but she knows that it intensified the effect.

Traveling from his spine to his shaft, fear and wonder came to him. “Huh?”

Her eyes can sense the conflict through his. “You don’t have to if you’re scared—”

“No, no,” he interjects. His masculine ego just takes over. “Of course, I’d like that.”

“I have some lube at the nightstand…”

The man does what she’s requested. Honggi runs to their bedroom, rummaging through the nightstand for the box of condoms. He opens up a packet, wearing it as quickly as he can, followed by him holding the silicone-based lube next to the box. By his observation the bottle is almost half empty and maybe a couple of months old, but that bothers him little. Instead, such a finding only adds up to his curiosity about his partners. He opens the lid, squeezing a few drops on his shaft and wears the opened condom next. He then gives it another squeeze, spreading the smear around the thin latex protecting his cock.

Just imagining the feel of Jiwoo’s touch and the glory of her body, which he’s felt, makes him lean his head backwards, but before he can moan, he reminds himself, This isn't the real thing. He snaps himself back to reality. Don't leave her hanging outside, dumbass!

He takes a look at the oval mirror on the desk, straightening his posture and taking a deep breath as he whispers, “You can do this.” Not wanting to keep Jiwoo waiting, he runs back to the living room, where he is welcomed by the woman in her sensational naked figure. She stands up from her seat, also salivating on the view in front of her.

“You don't have to rush.” Jiwoo’s smile widens. “I'm not going anywhere...”

He scoffs at her tease, approaching her with his fully erect cock. “Okay, it’s done. Should you bend over now or?”

“Oh, no… Not that…” she holds his hand with such speed. “I, uhh, I’d like to look at you.”

“Oh…” Now, he feels his face warming up and his heartbeat consistently elevating at the sight of her genuine request. “Of course. Sure. Let’s do it front then.”

Just as she feels her lips curling upwards, Jiwoo gives him another kiss, something that neither of them can resist nor can ever get tired of. She breaks it so she can tell him “I'll help you put it in.”

They both sit on the sturdiest middle of the couch, placing their legs around each other. His tip can feel the hole he just entered moments ago. He’s tempted, but that's not what she wants. Jiwoo spreads and raises her legs—holding each with her hands for a second. Thanks to some semblance of willpower and the woman’s effort, his member aligns with her asshole thanks to his straightened and sensitive shaft—now finding her hole clearly.

“Right there,” she affirms, exhaling with a sense of bliss with his tip. “That’s the spot.”

They both take a deep breath at the same time, much to each other’s surprise.

With meticulous eyes and movement, Honggi slides his erect shaft into her hole.

It’s definitely a lot tighter than the woman’s cunt. The woman releases a whimper. On the bright side, the process has become much smoother, thanks to Jiwoo's suggestion.

He sees her face, as it starts to pour with sweat. “You alright?” he worries.

Reacting with a rapid nod, she keeps her eyes closed and her lips bitten, much like her anal walls tightening around his resilient cock. “Just—keeeeep—ngnhhgnhh—going…”

With a soft grunt, he nods, pulling her while pushing himself deeper. If he never had lube, she would have a lot harder time taking in. Even now, his shaft is only halfway.

Each of his hands on her ass cheeks, holding them firm like it’s cake. And much like dough, he kneads them. Spreading her opening as his member penetrates deeper. The pace of his thrusts begin to quicken within her ass. With a burst of yelp from the woman, he knows that he’s reached her first “A-spot.” Hopefully, it won’t be the last as he pushes his cock upwards, forcing the woman to lean her body backwards, her legs still in the air.

“Oh, God!” she squeals, digging down her fingernails into his back, but he’s too aroused by the tight sensation to feel an ounce of pain or irritation. “Please… Nnnngghhh…”

His cock reaches the deepest region of her anal chambers, the deepest he can plunge into. But he shouldn’t have much of a problem with going further. She wants ‘this’ to stay, and she demonstrates her simultaneous hunger and pleasure by hugging him tighter, feeling her own breasts colliding into his chest, squeezing even, as if their bodies keep on merging and parting like their nethers.

Inside, he proceeds to motion his member backwards and forwards, like a pendulum, with Jiwoo singing a much higher note as her insides are slowly getting stretched out with ethereal exhilaration. “Fuck, this is… This is the best,” she whimpers.

With a strenuous force and a solidified girth, his shaft transforms into a battering ram, striking more and more of her more sensitive spots around her sticky constricting hole. Adding a new trick, Honggi shoves his open mouth right into her left breast, prompting a moan from his partner while she feels his saliva coating her nipple and plump mound. Both his movements strike a balance between roughness and gentleness to her pleasure. After several minutes of thrusting inside Jiwoo’s ass, he finally gives it his all once more, busting his load a second time inside his condom while the woman cries with pleasure in reaching her anal orgasm, continuously squirting fluids from her vagina.

Seeing her discharge simmering down, Honggi pulls his cock out, standing up before landing on the opposite side of the couch. Jiwoo returns to a sitting position, echoing her partner’s pants. They catch their breath for the second time. Honggi’s gaze trails down at her bottom before their eyes meet.

“Does it still hurt?” His fingers gently caress her plump and sweating rim.

“That’s the thing…” she scoffs in disbelief. “It didn’t. It was big, but you took your time.”

“That’s good to know… I’m glad I, uhh, satisfied you enough. The lube helped, big time.”

“Are you kidding?” she wheezes. “You did so well. Cut yourself some slack.”

“Really?” That’s his first time, although now isn’t the time he wants to admit such a fact. Deep down, she's aware that is the case, but she doesn't wanna burst out his bubble. It is already a wild weekend for both of them–yet they’ve managed to end it on a higher note.

“Mm-hmm…” she places her hand on his cheek, finding warmth on its surface.

“Well, thanks, I guess..?” He scratches his head. “But, we should definitely stop now.”

“Don’t you want a third one?” she huffs. “They say the third time’s a charm, right?”

He shakes his head, exhaling a chortle. “You horny-ass woman…”

“Fine, fine!” she whines in defeat. “I’m a bit too tired to continue, anyway.”

“I knew it,” he teases, before sighing with satisfaction. “Let’s call it a night.”

She echoes him with a longer exhale. “Arasseo… Thank you, oppa…”

He leans in on her forehead, giving it three rapid smooches. “Anytime, Jiwoo-yah.”

They slowly close their eyes, submitting into the soothing void of their worn out minds as the air conditioner continues to blow more breeze that will comfort them til sunrise.

= = = =

This Saturday morning lives up to the season of summer. Finding bliss in the kiss of the sunlight rather than irritation, it has become an ideal time for the pairing to explore. As early as ten in the morning, they’ve been out strolling at the Han River Park, right after taking a checkup at the nearest clinic and buying medications for his injuries.

“Wait, if the bakery's closed today and now that my checkup is done, are you gonna give me a reason why we've dressed up and have been traveling outside all day—like a bunch of old farts?”

“Old farts?” she jeers at his specific description. “Speak for yourself.”

“I’m just a year old—Are you gonna give me an answer or not? Not even a hint?”

“You'll see,” she goads him. Her smirk only rubs more salt in his figurative wound.

“You’ve been such a tease ever since we did it!” he whines.

“You can stay at the apartment, if you want,” she nonchalantly remarks.

“Maybe I will,” he swallows a humph, hoping it will incite another reaction.

“Hey, come on, now… Do you not want a date with me or not?” she shoots back.

A huff of air leaves Honggi’s mouth. His voice tones down into desperation. Of course, he doesn’t want things to end just as it began. He didn’t even realize this was a date to begin with. “I, uhh, of course, I want that… Just lead the way.”

They would take a trip across the park, even though his partner-in-crime hadn't told her much about her plans. On their first destination, the two had taken a walk to a pathway covered with shade trees, a location that Jiwoo had considered meticulously throughout their five-minute stroll.

“We’ve been walking her for a while, so just cut to the chase.”

Her head wanders around the locale, inspecting the surroundings of any other soul or even eyes from above that may be lurking. “This seems like a good spot, doesn't it?”

“For sightseeing?” His eyes follow her gaze. “If you want more trees to look at up close, sure, I guess… Why can’t we just be in a more open area, like the one we just walked by this whole time?”

Her eyes roll to the side. She pulls him closer to her until they’re now in an isolated spot. Behind a cluster of trees and surrounded by wide and tall bushes that cover their entire body. A scenario like this is what he’d only imagine in a sex comedy or a manhwa. She pins him to the rough bark, attacking his lips with her own. Honggi doesn’t stop her, focusing only on devouring her lips and sliding his fingers down her waist and hips.

And right before he can turn the tables, the woman breaks their kiss, hungrily leaving a few hickeys on his neck, before kneeling down as she begins to unbuckle his belt.

Out of panic and instinct, he holds her hands to stop her scheme. “What are you doing?”

She gets up, but her hands latch on to the man’s waist. “We can stop, if that’s what you want, but I thought you went along with it.”

“I, uhh, thought we're just gonna make out,” he admits, stealing a few glances at her lips.

“Really?” she chuckles. “That's oddly romantic.”

“Is this your idea of a date?” he questions her back.

“Not usually…” Her delivery descends with less enthusiasm. “But, I needed a moment to blow off some steam this weekend… I just thought you'd consider it too, after everything that happened.”

He nods in silence, letting her do her work. Honggi realizes that she also needs this as much as he wants it. “I did consider it—but let's just keep things a little quiet, Jiwoo.”

“That’s supposed to be my line, but sure,” Jiwoo’s smile arises, encouraged to go on with pulling down his pants, landing on the smooth grass. On her knees once again, she pulls him down a little further, making him slouch a little. Once all is set in place, the woman stares at his manhood in wonderment, slowly rising in front of her eyes like a balloon. “Hello to you, again…”

Her sucking him off behind a bush is definitely not what he has expected, but to him, it’s a moment that’s ten levels better than a picnic with his closest friends—even though that is also a lovely idea for another time. What about him being with her and Chaeyeon? Oh, that one is giving him another reaction. He shakes the idea off before his cock—Too late.

Honggi tries to muffle those thoughts, holding onto her bun as he continues fucking her mouth. Jiwoo coordinates with his crazed and rough grip, moving in and out of his cock with smoothness, thanks to her near-endless saliva dripping out of her muffled piehole. Minutes go by, and Honggi has lost track of his surroundings, his senses dwindling into a state of ecstasy, losing all sense of awareness in favor of stimulation.

“I’m—gonna. Ugggghhh. I’m close,” he groans, keeping one hand clawed on his partner’s bun with his other holding onto the tree bark. Mustering up his last charges of strength, Honggi gives five more primal thrusts on her mouth as his load finally blows on his sixth, shooting straight to her tongue and throat.

She swallows them all, allowing his ears to clearly catch on a hearty gulp from her throat and a few coughs despite his almost blurry vision. Such a heavenly aftermath makes him pat her head like she’s some kind of a pet, before pulling her on her shoulders so she can stand up.

With no drop sperm left to drip on the grass, he pulls in his boxer and zips his pants up, collecting one's thoughts while ignoring his semi-erect bulge, hoping for time to just let it deflate later on. “Holy shit… That’s, uhh, that’s one way to start the morning.”

As a chuckle leaves her mouth, she wipes off the stains of cum on her lips. She feels her own stomach rumbling. “It’s almost eleven-thirty, oppa. Don’t you wanna have lunch?”

“I’m good with that. But are you sure you don’t wanna get yourself cleaned first?”

“I’m fine. A restaurant isn’t that far from here. I’ll just wash for a bit once we get there.”

They would take a walk to the restaurant, hoping to cool themselves down after that surprise sexcapade. Or rather, that was the plan. Nevertheless, they made it, picking their seats to a table about a few feet away from the unisex restroom. Jiwoo led him.

Almost soaked in their own sweat from their own improvised chase, Honggi feels his pits dampened under his shirt, but the luxurious quality of the aircon breeze flowing across the restaurant, as well as their orders, makes them forget about the heat they endured outside. Roughly an hour later, they find themselves stuffed to the fullest.

“Was your food good?” he asks back, placing his fork on the now empty plate.

“Oh, no doubt,” Jiwoo takes a sip of her iced tea. Her hair is now undone.

“Those arancini and scallops were exquisite… And man, this carbonara is to die for!”

“You’re being dramatic, you know that?” she snickers, finding his remarks fascinating.

“We didn’t have breakfast, Jiyu,” he grumbles. “Of course, I’d be bonkers over lunch.”

“That’s a fair point.” She leans back. “But I gotta admit… It’s not as good as your cum.”

His eyes pop out of his head. “Jiwoo-yah!”

She giggles at his outburst. He knows how mischievous she can be, but even in public? Her attitude is something not even Chaeyeon and he would've dared to attempt, aside from a few suggestive flirtations they’ve exchanged.

The woman wipes her lips with her napkin and sips down the last of her iced tea before standing up, unconcerned about the few drops dripping down her chin. “Follow me in the restroom.”

“What?” he asks, finding himself partially paralyzed with such a sudden instruction. “Come again?”

“That’s the idea,” she answers. “Or don’t… Your choice,” she shrugs, turning her back with a straight face. Honggi follows her five minutes later, rushing to her with caution.

Rawdogging someone from behind inside a bathroom stall used one of his old fantasies. Chaeyeon has told him several things about Jiwoo before he became closer with her, but nothing about their private times. Now that he’s also with the latter, he realizes that it is better that way. She's fucking wild, he repeats in his mind in the last seven minutes of their stay, as if that's not obvious enough as he enables her with his perverted spirits.

“Keep… it… down,” he grunts, pounding on Jiwoo’s cunt; her skirt hanging on the hook.

Hearing her noises still growing in volume, he puts his two of his fingers into her mouth to muffle her moans. Oddly enough, it's only turning him on with her salivating over his hands, despite just having their hearty meal. Both parties begin to feel sweat pouring all over their body the harder they move in rhythm.

“Fuck, you're such a bad girl,” Honggi grunts with his hips plowing through. “I can’t… Get enough… of you.”

“Me—nggghhhh—neither,” Jiwoo mumbles, slobbering over his ring and middle finger like he’s fingering her cunt, something that’s been on his mental list for a few hours.

Even with her additional movement, Honggi keeps his left hand on her hips, balancing his speed and strength. But his ardor tempts him to take a daring risk, taking his slimy hands off her mouth so he can slap her left cheek, like a whip hitting a stallion’s flank.

“Fuck!” The woman yelps with her eyes closed as another wave of pleasure reverberates through her body, alerting the man enough to keep his hand back to her mouth. “Did it hurt?” Honggi leans closer, removing his palm off her.

“A little… but I love it,” she says with a few rapid nods. “Can you do… a few more?”

As soon as she takes his hands back to her mouth, he smacks her bum two more times, one for each cheek. Jiwoo muffles her high pitched moans through his palm, removing right after she has kept her together while he continues plowing her with all his might.

“I’m on the pill today, oppa,” she continues, showing her shameless smile to him.

“I'm getting—ugh—close…” Pleasure and disappointment clash as he feels the seminal build up on his shaft. “Fuck! Why am I…. so… fast… today?”

“Just… let it out,” she exhales, transferring her mouth on his thumb like it’s his own tip.

Eight minutes in, his stamina starts to run out the more he’s pumping. “How about—”

Even with a shorter breath, she shushes him. “Just… let it out… Hngggghhhhh!”

“Oh, fuck!” He groans, as two seconds later, his warm load streams inside her, allowing his semen to overflow beyond her hole while Jiwoo audibly moans with relief.

From her bent position, he pulls her up. “You still regret tagging along this morning?” she asks him. He snickers, remembering that same question again.

“Not… Anymore,” he submits, unable to outwit her while still recollecting his thoughts.

Jiwoo crashes her lips into his for a moment. “I’ll pay the bill. It’s the least I can do.”

“I already did,” he retorts, returning her kiss. “Before I headed here.”

“Awww…” she coos, slowly nuzzling his chest with her nose. “Such a gentleman.”

“If I only waited for you, then I would've actually considered myself one.”

She fixes his collar. “Don’t sweat it, oppa. I wanted to edge myself a little… “You and—” Her fingers trail up his bulge, feeling the girth of his still hardened cock. “—your junior here still got more chances back at our place, hmm?”

The woman takes his left hand, taking his fingers underneath her skirt. Slowly, he feels a sticky sensation, which is now leaking on her thighs. The man’s eyes widen, realizing it’s not only his sperm that came out. I didn’t fail her, his ego rejoices as his soft smile turns into a grin in seconds. This is far from over.

And yet, as soon as they returned to the apartment, they would receive an alarming call on Honggi’s phone. One that they would take seriously due to her earth-shattering tone. For an hour, their bodies shiver with concern and minds reshuffle since they would have this wholehearted virtual conversation at the dining table.

“I swear when I get home, I’m gonna track him down, kick his shin, and rip out his co—”

He didn’t tell Chae about the fight after the night it happened. Instead, it was Jiwoo who told Chae about the fight about hours earlier, but Honggi couldn't care less. Rather, he's grateful for her for opening up, and he now, the only thing he wants to do is to reassure their girlfriend, now that she's willing to address the shocking news.

“Calm down, Chaeyeon-ah,” Honggi shows his palms, even breathing slowly.

“I don't think I can.” All fingers on each of her hands claw their way through her hair, almost pulling them. “That Cheol prick hurt you and harassed Jiwoo! Like—aaughh!”

“Unnie, please calm down…” Jiwoo coos. “It’s over. Oppa and I had things covered. That prick is never messing with us again, oh? We made the message clear to him this time.”

“Arasseo. We’ll talk about this tomorrow…” Chaeyeon turns to her boyfriend with her worried eyes. “Honggi-yah… If something like that ever happens between any of you, you better tell me about it, please? As soon as you can.”

“I will… I’m sorry about this, babe,” he soothes her nerves. “I won’t let it happen, okay? I promise. Not to either of you or Jiwoo.”

She fixes her hair in front of them, an act that somehow allures both Jiwoo and Honggi as they can see her face clearly. “You two can make it up for me once I come home.”

“Of course!” the pair answer in unison, matching their pitch. They hear her sighing from the other side, blending well with the chirps of the outdoors and the crashing of waves, but her last statement makes them blush, a reaction that she notices from her screen.

Chaeyeon’s frown subtly curls flat. “Did something happen else between you two?”

Honggi feels a little paralyzed from her question. “What do you mean, unnie?” Jiwoo lets out a tense chuckle. “What do you mean, unnie? I can assure you something isn't wrong… Especially between us.”

From her screen, Chaeyeon notices the hickeys on Honggi's neck and Jiwoo's disheveled hair. Her worry sinks, overtaken by intrigue and perhaps arousal. Her lips curl upwards.

“Oooooooh…” Within a couple of seconds, the woman’s mouth opens. She figured it out.

The two remain speechless. “We—I mean, I’ll tell you about it tonight,” Jiwoo stutters.

“Hajima! You don’t need to. Don’t let me ruin it…” she giggles. “Have fun, you two,” she tells them with a wink. The call would end a few seconds later, much to their confusion.

“Huh… She's never been this excited about me sleeping with someone,” Jiwoo surmises.

“So, she knows now… I honestly don’t know if that makes things less or more thrilling.”

= = = =

Their afternoon would become a clusterfuck, but not by its original meaning. They’ve taken their time dancing with their lips, tongues, and hands. But it's about time they bring their bodies back into the mix, like they did outside, and it all starts with them finally stripping their own clothes—liberating themselves of their fabric hindrances.

“Unnie… likes being the dominant one… Doesn’t she?” she says in-between their kiss.

Instead of answering her in agreement, a suggestion races through his mind while he feels her tongue dominating his. “Do you wanna be the dominant one over me now?”

“Hmm… No,” she shakes her head. “Maybe for another time.”

“Okay, then.” He remains her signal, unsure if she wants him to continue their kiss.

“How about we go a few more times, daddy?”

She's now into name-calling? he realizes. “No need to tell me twice.”

Jiwoo holds onto his shoulders. “Wait a second… You’re kinda getting a little stinky.”

“Hey, that's not—” He immediately raises his arms, rapidly checking each of his pits.

“We both are,” she clarifies, holding down his arm and playfully sticking her tongue out. “So, why don’t we do something about it?”

He retaliates with an irresistible kiss, holding and walking her towards the bathroom.

With the curtain closed shut, the showerhead drizzles over their heads, pouring down their bodies like a storm. As soon as they’re completely soaked, Honggi carefully pins Jiwoo into the wall, now showing his dominance with his tongue over hers. “Hngghh, daddy,” the woman purrs while her partner takes his time—licking and nibbling down her chin, neck, and collarbone until she feels her own fluids leaking and washing down the drain by the shower.

“Put it in,” she begs him even more. His mischievous side yearns prolonging her desperation, hoping to level with her playfulness, like she did outside.

“What’s the magic word, baby?” he questions with a toothy grin.

“Please, daddy,” she peppers kisses, nay licks on his left hand, feeding into his ego.

Without any signal, Honggi inserts his rod into her entrance, sparking a moan from her. Within seconds, his thirst and stamina propels himself to shove his cock deeper into her vagina. Her moans turn into wails as her walls maintain their tightness around his shaft the more it expands its reach, and it’s a matter of time until he starts his classic move of thrusting in and out, upwards and downwards while keeping his hold of her. His groans mirror her screams of pleasure, still maintaining their stability on the slippery surface.

Raising her right leg with his left hand, he pushes inside her with a rougher thrust. Being washed with a wave of stimulation, Jiwoo leans her head backward with her tongue out, welcoming some of the water pouring on her moaning mouth. Honggi maintains his focus on pounding his lover, astonished by its unswerving tightness. Jiwoo’s screams echo across the room, as—aside from keeping herself together—it’s the only thing she can do while willingly and submissively serving her cunt to Honggi until the very second either of them reaches their breaking point. In this race for each other’s orgasm, Honggi has been spending his stamina well with each pulsating pound, as Jiwoo’s endurance begins to run short, feeling her fluids accumulate into her opening.

“Fuck…” Fortunately for her, his breath begins to burn out like a fuse, awaiting the explosion that will be triggered by his cock. “Baby, I—I’m—” he tries to warn her.

“Cumming!” Jiwoo shrieks with the highest note she can possibly hit in a while, higher than her on-the-spot singing sessions. At least, the ones that Honggi’s heard from her.

The woman gives into her orgasm first, although the man would bust his seed inside her womb after five more seconds. They slowly slide down on the floor tiles and land on the shower mat—with Jiwoo sitting on Honggi’s lap. While his vision is almost covered by the shade of the woman’s dripping hair, she gives thanks to him with a kiss. She extends her arm to turn the shower off, before leaning her head on his chest, taking a few more minutes to mellow out.

Since they only have a day and a half before their beloved comes home, the new lovers let loose whatever was left of their libido. The moment they leave the shower, they can only keep themselves wild and free in their bare form to start over. She drops her robe, and he pounces on her like a ravenous leopard leaping onto an impala, something that Jiwoo is more than willing to embody in this following series of exercises.

If she's like an iced tea, he's the honey that sweetens her essence every time they taste each other's lips and their sweat and saliva dripping, like nectar. Neither of them have regrets staying inside their place the whole night, nor getting themselves sweaty again.

Perhaps it’s a given in the art of making love. Yet, unfortunately for them, they're mere mortals, bound by the breaths that give them life and allow them to savor each other’s bodies. They had to stop eventually, and they did so by six-thirty nine in the evening.

They're back inside the bedroom. But for their own promise, they would only do it two more times on the bed right before Honggi's guilt would get the best of him mainly for cumming beyond his control, even though the results of Jiwoo aren’t that different.

“I can’t believe it,” he confesses, breathless as if he’s ran a marathon. It wouldn't be the first time he's felt like this, but this is definitely another time he’s made the comparison without hesitation, considering his confidence about how they’ve pleasured each other.

“That we just did it a few times throughout the whole weekend?” Jiwoo gleefully puffs.

“No… Well yeah, it’s just… I didn’t believe… That you actually tasted like iced tea.”

“Oppa!” The woman bursts out laughing. “Stop giving me ideas.” She pulls her phone.

“Woah…” His toes clench on the mattress, bracing the possibility that his member will rise from her implications. “Ideas?”

“Not telling you anything…” Jiwoo simply answers, maintaining her eyes on the screen.

“Don’t tell me you’re actually listing that down on your phone.”

“No, you perv,” she giggles. “I’m texting unnie, and some stuff to do at work. Namely some things to sort at the bakery. Possible new additions to the menu, and all that.”

“So, like your buns?” he shoots back, pursing his lips together with a snicker.

“Yah!” She slaps his shoulder, unable to control her laughter. “Not those ones… Plus, you’ve already taken care of them for the week.”

“You've taken care of mine, too, if I remember it correctly.”

As a skittish Jiwoo gives his bum a soft smack, they welcome the silence, embracing this new atmosphere with bliss and butterflies and their breaths easing with the aircon.

Thankfully, his member remains semi-erect, but something else is still floating in his mind. A question that he should’ve asked days ago. “So, uhhhh… I was wondering—”

“Yeah?” she turns away from the screen, sensing the pauses in his voice. She places her phone on the nightstand, finally facing Honggi eye to eye. “What is it, oppa?”

He can’t even help but take a deep breath in front of her. “Do you… like me now or—”

Her eyes widened at his hesitation, her smile widening. “You’re still hung up on that?” She leans into his left cheek for a quick kiss. “Of course, I like you, babo! Were we doing it here, and everywhere else, not enough for you?”

He groans with embarrassment. “I know, I know that's a stupid question. But still...”

“Unnie was also right about another thing. Never have I met someone who’s as much of a romantic and a pervert as you are. And before you ask again…” She pokes the tip of his nose with her index finger. “It's a compliment.”

“That’s umm—Thanks, I guess?”

She lightly taps his shoulder. “That's all you, Honggi-oppa. No need to thank me.”

Slowly, she inches closer to his broad chest. They fall into silence with their breathing.

“I miss unnie,” she mutters, her eyes closing by the second, drifting off to the harmony of Honggi’s heart.

A soft smile forms on his face. Her moment of tenderness renders him to caress her hair. The scent of her shampoo unsurprisingly reminds her of Chaeyeon. He holds her a little tighter, wrapping his arms around her. “I miss her, too.”

= = = =

Two hours have passed since midnight.

Honggi’s stomach grumbles. Hunger is far from what it is telling him, but they’ve spent the entire day and night pounding, grinding, and filling each other up to the brim in all sorts of places until they’ve finally drained themselves of their fluids.

Noticing his lover snoring softly next to her second pillow, his eyes and heart urge him to give her a kiss on her cheek, forehead, even her lips, but his tummy growls a second time, forcing him to get up and sneak himself out into the kitchen, holding his phone.

To his right, the sink is still scattered with a couple of platters and bowls from their lazy dinner eight hours earlier. Some of which still contain a puddle of ramen and red orange tteokbokki sauce. “Eh… I'll wash ‘em down in the morning,” he whispers, after an exhale of contentment.

Honggi glugs down the whole glass. It's fun and all that they get to know each other by themselves, but that emptiness cannot be ignored the longer his realization repeats in his mind. They indeed both miss her—and they can’t wait for her to go home to them. Maybe he should call her; she didn’t leave the country anyways. Maybe he shouldn’t. Why is he starting to overthink, it’s only three in the morning. Most people would—

A notification pops on his phone. Considering today’s a Sunday, he doubts it’s anything related to work. If it’s from his closest buds or family, he usually reads any stuff from them a little later, but his peripherals catch the sender’s name. Speaking of whom.

His eyes light up with bliss, seeing the light green text popping up at his dark screen.

[PeaChae]: Hey babe! ♡ I know it’s a bit late And we had a long call earlier this morning. But, I just wanna check up on you for a bit. So… Did you two finally get along?

{Don’t you worry ‘bout a thing, babe!} {And to answer your question…} {We have!} {Better than ever.} {But, I’m kinda I’m surprised you’re only texting now.} {Is everything alright at work?}

[PeaChae]: Never better, actually! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) Oh, heck! I’ll just give you one spoiler. We’ve made some new connections with some companies abroad. Well, few is an understatement, really. You'll find out.

{That’s great!} {Hoping our network expands internationally by next year.}

[PeaChae:] I couldn’t agree more, babe. We can finally watch our shows abroad whenever we want ㅎㅎㅎ

{Where are you now?} {It must be late, so I’m assuming you’re getting a rest now.} {If you’re not, then you better be! (っ- ‸ - ς)}

[PeaChae]: You silly! ㅋㅋㅋㅋ Of course, I’m in my room now. I just packed up my luggage for the morning. I’ll be heading off to bed in a few minutes.

{That’s good to know.} {You’ve worked hard this month.} {But, how are you guys?} {You mind telling me any details?}

Honggi takes a look at the open bedroom door. Light’s are still off. She must be sleeping like a log.

[PeaChae]: Jiwoo doesn’t tell me much when we text… (˶˃⤙˂˶) She knows I'm getting a little too nosy with your bonding week!

{Well, maybe she has a point ㅋㅋㅋㅋ]

The man lets out a deep giggle, having thought of a snappy comeback to her grumbles.

{Honestly, they're more of a “show, don’t tell” detail.} {Maybe we’ll give you a demonstration once you get home.}

[PeaChae]: Omo, omo, omo. You and your words, Lim Honggi! You know I can’t wait for that, oppa. (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

{Neither can I, Chae. (⸝⸝> ᴗ•⸝⸝)} {Neither can we.}

“Yah… You guys done buzzing each other or what?”

He sees her leaning next to the edge of the couch, with her eyes still half-closed.

“Jiwoo-yah! Wait, you’re awake this whole time?”

“Not entirely, but you lovebirds couldn’t shut up about me.”

“We were just texting,” he defends himself, showing his screen for a second.

“Yeah, but your notifications keep beeping whenever you or unnie send a text,” Jiwoo grouses. “It’s like you’re pros playing ping pong with your messages. Not to mention, you’ve been giggling whenever you type.”

He laughs in astonishment. Her attention to detail amazes him, even in her half-awake state. “Mianhae, Jiwoo-yah…”

She takes his now filled glass, guzzling down the drink in one go, inciting an exhale of refreshment now that her thirst is quenched. “That’s better… I’ll head back to bed.”

“I’ll join you in a bit…” he takes the empty glass. “Should I bring you a glass of water inside the room, too?”

Much to his surprise, she answers him with a loving peck on his lips, one she breaks after three seconds of hitting a high pitch.

“Muah… And bring a whole pitcher, too,” she coos, before walking back to her room to raise her voice to tell him, “Gomawo, oppa! And text good morning to unnie for me.”

“Aigoo, aigoo…” he shakes his head, chuckling with closed eyes. “This woman…”

Honggi sees Chae’s last text wishing him and Jiwoo a good night (morning, technically). He makes a somewhat longer reply, mirroring her lovey-dovey responses by bidding his beloved to have sweet dreams, even puckering his lips in front of his screen to make kissing noises.

Before carrying a glass for Jiwoo and a full pitcher, a thought manifests in his mind, which prompts him to nod with a titter. I don’t think I can get any luckier than this.

= = = = =

so that's that. I'll be working on a new fic about someone else. it'll be a little shorter, but I'll do my best to maintain the quality and all that, if not improve more. thanks for the read. hope you have a great day!

#kpop au #male reader #kpop fluff #male reader smut #kpop smut #male reader fluff #triples smut #triples fluff #jiwoo smut

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