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👑 pairing: exiled!prince!seonghwa x afab!reader 👑 genre: smut, fluff/angst, pwp but make it royaltycore 👑 summary: remember, remember this day, do remember, the treason and gunpowder plot. i see no reason why gunpowder treason should ever be forgot. as the preparations for a new era are complete, you find paradise and praise in the arms of the prince who had fallen, the prince who will be your king. 👑 wordcount: 6k 👑 warnings/tags: questionable editing, mention of 'sins', exile/royal family drama, revolution/uprising, muddled feelings, explicit mention of bombs, treason, park dynasty, royaltycore with modern elements, in love or in lust, lmk if anything else 👑 taglist: at the bottom of the fic 👑 a/n: it all started with a devious hwa smirk; @nebulousbrainsoup thank you for hyping over this with me <3 always, any reblogs appreciated. much love!

👑 nsfw tags: cunnilingus, overstim, teasing, pet names (love, darling...), begging, unprotected sex (wrap. it. up), creampie, nipple play (f receiving), implied aftercare

“It has been done,” you mumbled, fiddling with the edge of the heavy cloak that adorned your frame. Despite being in a secluded chamber, you did not have the heart, at least not yet, to reveal your surprise, instead keeping discussion and action to strictly business.

Seonghwa’s eyes widened, as though he was visualising the impact of your unspeakable actions. A pang of fear struck your heart as you cast a glance at the flickering orange flame of the torch – currently, the sole source of light in the chamber that he had made his quarters and headquarters, given the timidness of the moon as it hid behind thick clouds. The ornate window stood dormant, reflecting the light and the fiery man. Prior stoicism and cool resolve evaporated, and he turned towards you. In the blink of an eye he was setting the maps of the kingdom and of the locations that served as bases of operation of the new regime down on the desk, and he could not hold back on anxious praise.

“How did you- but that was a risk- you, my angel… my sweet, precious angel you are changing the world, light of my life-” stopping you from picking at your cloak, he took one of your hands in his, lips ghosting over the knuckles. He pressed your hand against his chest, as though in a miniature embrace.

It was easy to see the relief in his features. The hints of dark circles under his eyes, the misery being replaced with a shining hope and a boyish vivacity – this was why you had abandoned your own morals in favour of his, convincing yourself that what you had done was ‘the right’, and that there was an objective evil in the world that just so happened to align with your specific target. It could be the case; it could be that because Seonghwa was your personal ‘right’ and was the path you never wanted to stray from, you could not care less for any other misdeeds. When his grip on you weakened, you moved your arm back, and placed both hands on his shoulders, pretending to smooth out the fabric of his perfectly tailored black coat.

Not much had changed in his heart for as long as you knew him. Seonghwa was always there for you, and even in the midst of the crumbling of the Park dynasty, he was the one to tell you that it was going to be alright. Despite being publicly labelled a traitor and having a witch hunt launched to find and execute him, he was here, standing before you, with a gentle smile on his face. You wondered what was unfolding and being formulated in his beautiful mind. What tears was he suppressing, what curses was he refining for the day that he would look the revolutionaries in the face and deliver the final blow to reclaim the royal title and the kingdom. Perhaps his shoulders had gotten broader, perhaps his hair had gotten longer, gaze sharper and the sword that he would wield in his hand more lethal and merciless, but he was the same Seonghwa to you. The same boy who you had played in the royal gardens with, the same young man with whom you had danced in the quietude of empty halls. You did not know anyone except him, and that was how you wanted your life to stay. So, when Seonghwa offhandedly mentioned a ‘mission’ that he was due to complete – a critical step in the leadup to the uprising by him and his loyal army, you did not just volunteer, you swore to dedicate yourself wholly to his plan and did not experience a single droplet of regret.

Perhaps he was your sin. Like some suffered from Pride, or Lust, or Sloth, you were a devotee to His Royal Highness, until your very downfall. And this is why no other act, no matter how devious, meant anything to you – it was merely a step in the direction towards securing your one certain joy in what was otherwise a bleak, barren dystopia. His eyes contained a universe, and that was more than enough for you, even if your days were numbered. This was ringing particularly true after the act you had committed, and the cause for which you stood. You were frozen in time, regarding Seonghwa with the adoration of a person parting ways with the world. As though he was your last breath of air and last ray of sun before it set for eternity. It appeared that this dismissal of your internal turmoil did not go unnoticed, and the prince was quick to reach for your arms, pulling them down so that your fingers could intertwine.

“You mustn’t look back alone. It is a chasm,” he began, studying you. A bitter smile graced your lips as you bit back the long-chronic worries you possessed due to his unwavering kindness. Your precious little prince. You squeezed his hands, mumbling:

“What use is there in focusing on the past anyways, right?” when you sensed suspicion, you elaborated, “the future is bound to be brighter? Isn’t that right, sweet star of mine?”

An overwhelming pause. The question was meant to be rhetorical, potentially comedic, and yet it left a tinge of sourness. Nothing was for certain, even though you carried everything out to a tee and disappeared from the party-occupied castle unnoticed thanks to your knowledge of secret passages that ran between rooms and underground. Seonghwa’s voice accompanied you as you planted detonators, deafening devices and something one of the prince’s followers had kindly dubbed a ‘sleeping mist’ in predetermined locations. Turn, leave, you could do it, you were strong, there was reason behind your actions. Evidence of this was behind the elegantly dressed, albeit emotionally worn-down man. The maps – a myriad of scriptures, plans, strategies; some doomed to fail, others a brave but evaluated risk.

“Mm… that’s right,” you did not want to believe that it was a lie, so you settled on indulging in his deep timbre, tone so mellifluous that you wanted for it to be the only thing you could ever hear, “just you wait, the future is made for us. A world of ripest fruits for us to reap, for us alone…”

He moved once more, letting go of you. You could guess his musings almost word for word – a little planet. Starry night sky. Having the luxury of knowing what would happen when, so he would know when he could see you again, and you did not have to turn into a creature of darkness to creep inside the shadows to his hideout for a few hours, only to risk yourself all over again afterwards. Freedom and utopia were his forbidden fruit – an eternal temptation explicit in his gorgeous irises.

He was a dreamer with very consistent and persistent fantasies, as well as an eloquent way of feeding them into your soul with such finesse that with time you almost always considered any thought to be your own in its origins. Both the little prince and the serpent, Seonghwa was your definition of the world. He had given you a lens through which to see everything. Including him. To you, he was the definition of perfect. A fallen angel more than deserving to return to the heavens. He was outcast by evil, afterall.

Your body acted on its own accord, stepping back to give yourself at least some room to breathe, but you should have known better than to expect such a thing to happen in Seonghwa’s presence. He caught you - a long time ago. Unreadable expressions graced him as he hooked you back in with the slightest tug at the dark formless material hanging over your body.

“Did it take you long? Were you in danger?” he asked, spotting the absence of the pouch that had carried the discreet explosive animatronics for your distribution.

“N-no. Not at all. They did not suspect anything out of the ordinary. Besides, I did not try to improvise outside of your instruction.”

“Good. More than good,” it was as if he was talking to himself, undoubtedly reviewing the preparations, now accounting for the success of a major element of the operation. “I wonder if anyone would be able to spot the butterflies prematurely. Would the alarm be rung then? Would we-”

“Are you doubting my skills to hide the tech, Your Highness?” you jest, imitating frustration.

“Hm, no. I think I am merely excited for what is to come. We’ve been preparing night…” he sneaked a glance at your neck, trying to guess what you were hiding under black wool, “...and day. I want to see it all come to life, and have you with me.”

With him - that was all you could hear. You were not one for bloodshed, however given the possibility of redemption, it was appealing. You did your part for him, and he was proud. Now, you could close your eyes. Something in the way Seonghwa approached you was akin to the way a predator follows an unsuspecting beast in a grove. Eyes that were neither hostile nor forgiving, foresight so powerful that he was confident you would never leave. The two of you had too much history, too many memories from which detangling oneself would be virtually impossible. You tried, however your attempts had been in vain. When you had first caught the rumours of exile flying around the castle, and then the extensive discussions about familial rivalry and planned ‘changes of crown’ to fit a new ideology, you tried to get away deeming the path of ignorance safer. All it took was one whisper of your name to vow that if Seonghwa were to be sent to hell, you would loyally follow him there. Should he be executed, you would weep at his side and depart with him, heart already in a million pieces. You were irrevocably, foolishly in love with Park Seonghwa, the former prince of Aurora, willing to settle for being a favourite pawn, should he want you to be one. But even that title you would never be able to fish out of him. Forever enigmatic, you were never confident in assuming you were his only star despite the sweet nothings and the adoring gazes, but even if you were part of a big universe for this ambitious, high and mighty man, you did not mind. No one could fight against power. No one could fight against the greed for supremacy.

He was so close. An angel glowing in the torch light. The gold and red detail on his clothing turned to holy markings in his grace. You were stunned, a pliable doll in his arms, entranced by his slowed blinking as the ghost of a smirk appeared on his lips. There was always reason to reward you and your undying commitment to his cause. A token of appreciation, some could say. Seonghwa could also retain some form of humanity and call it for what it was - a long-standing obsession, but given who he wanted to become, he needed to contain himself and possess at least a sliver of civility before inevitably breaking apart for you, and only you.

“Thank you, Y/N,” music to your ears, the final straw before your internal chaos overwhelmed you and you had to hold on to Seonghwa’s voice for guidance. Your reaction was easy to detect, as the prince moved to have his fingers just barely touch your face.

”So… so beautiful, my love,” his hand traced your jawline, pausing when a shudder passed over your body. Seonghwa chuckled, admiring how responsive you were, how attuned you were to him despite remaining mostly unperturbed by the world that surrounded you.

There was something spectacular in how you carried yourself – feigned obliviousness, a façade of perfect innocence that had been the main reason for your survival under the new regime. Pretty precious little bird that knew how to keep quiet, and in turn were destined to sing the loudest when the time would come. Your eyes, widened as you devoured him, were enchanting pools that he would not hesitate to dive into and drown. Perhaps one could argue that no one liked a dead man, but Seonghwa was one of the lucky ones; your taboo rendezvous were evidence enough that you did not mind a character in your life who was as good as a ghost.

Your slightly parted lips, rosy, moistened by the darting of your delicate, delectable tongue were a sinful fruit that he desired to own. Running a thumb over your lower lip, the sparks of an uncontrollable lust burst in his chest, tainting his bloodstream like the most potent wine. He could see the edges of your dress under the black cloak that you used to move undetected in the night. To visit him, of all people. To risk your life for him and him alone. For him to be the only one who could even spot the royal crimson fabric underneath – a material tailors would fight over, material that he had gifted to you once upon a time despite barely having any network whilst in the chasm of being an outlaw, a traitor of the state. Enemy number one, who had made it a mission to dress you up. He did not regret a thing. Not when you gasped as he toyed with the clasp of the cloak. Not when he felt your hands land right above his heart, fingers toying with the leather harness and golden embroidery of his long military coat - another echo of the past that he would never be able to shed away. In addition, as the days approaching the uprising were being reduced to nil, he could not help but be drawn to the fine material as a form of mockery. He wanted those who have wronged him to see themselves in his form, to hear him have the final laugh.

Muscles tensing under your fluttering caresses, Seonghwa was giving into a domineering restlessness. Unhooking the clasp, he admired the way the black fabric pooled around you, as though the night sky was bowing before your grace. He tried to catch his breath, but it proved to be impossible as the dress occupied his vision. Nothing remained, only your impeccable handiwork, the perfection that was the fit of the garment on your body. You were supreme, the symbol of victory and glory. Clad in red, he saw the future in your form, both in spirit and in the battle cries that would accompany the painting of the lands in the colour of the wondrous silk.

You retracted your hands, and almost regretted it when you heard Seonghwa’s staggered inhale. He was looking you up and down, memorising every detail, undoubtedly thinking of anything and everything that he could do to you, or what you could do to him. Despite the urge to act, to step towards him and greedily steal away what he had left of precious oxygen, you did what you did best, and batted your eyelashes, pretending to be unaware. A wolf in sheep’s clothing, in trepidation to accept the guilt of inducing a small death. Serial murder, unforgivable, manic, addictive, reviving.

“I-“ he tried to form a sentence but it seemed as though every word he could think of wilted before escaping his throat.

Darkened irises darting back and forth, in awe of you – your favourite sight. You could not help but to reach out to him, moving to push an escaping tiny strand of inky hair from his stunning, timeless face. Fingers inadvertently ran further, carding through the slicked back locks and tempting Seonghwa to come closer. Biting his lower lip, he stepped closer to you, hands finding purchase on your hips and giving them a warning squeeze. You tugged lightly, making his previously lowered head rise to face you directly. You could see nothing in his eyes except what you yourself could reflect. The most beautiful and inextinguishable hellfire.

“You have good taste, Seonghwa,” you smiled softly, though the action was clouded over with a deeper intent.

“I am blessed to say I have a muse,” snaking over to your waist, you were suddenly being pulled into a yearning embrace. His racing heart reverberated and echoed in your body, the rising heat of his thighs and hips against yours grew ever more prominent. Seonghwa occupied your every sense, making you forget where you were, when, and what the consequences of your star-crossed union could be.

“Mm is that so?” you suppressed a giggle, brushing his wavy tresses back once more, while your other hand on the side of his face. You could feel him lean into the touch, eyes shutting for a moment before meeting yours once more.

It was in such moments that you found you knew Seonghwa best. Uninhibited and entirely himself, he bared his soul to you in every glance and longing grasp of cloth or exposed skin. Stars in his deep mahogany orbs, the exiled prince was silently asking you for permission. For what? You were about to find out; not once did you not trust him enough to let go of your inner voice and soar into pleasure – those who plotted uprisings together, were meant to be bound together, body and mind. It did not take long before Seonghwa’s lips were on yours, intoxicating, the pace of your elaborate dance so dizzyingly slow that a minute more and you would be the one clawing for more. Overwhelming, he pressed himself against you, and you could only hold on tight, thanking every deity who could unabashedly observe your physical confession for the existence of such moments in your life.

Fingers digging into his scalp, you evoked a muffled groan from your royal lover, who nipped at your lower lip and tentatively ran over it with his tongue, asking for access. Who were you to not oblige, especially when he asked so nicely? In no time, he dipped into a deeper kiss, exploring you, memorising you all over again as though you did not visit him both when he was awake and in his dreams. He was feverish, erratic, his plush reddened lips were leaving trails over your cheeks, the crook right before your shoulder and moved back to evoke a quiet moan out of you by paying special attention to the sensitive spots on your neck.

The red dress was a rose, a promise, divine dedication to him - the same material as that of his own clothes, the colour of the details on the coat which in a joint effort you and him were practically ripping away - the body harness already long gone, to reveal a flowing black shirt. Resting your arms on his strong shoulders you gave into every sensation, fingers instinctively finding their place carding through his locks, you followed his lead and stumbled backwards until an unexpected fabric hit the back of your head, making you gasp into another kiss. With a low growl and unprecedented annoyance, Seonghwa pushed the curtain that served as a divider between the office and meeting area of his chambers and the segment he used as his bedroom. Not quite the same as what his quarters used to be in the castle, but thanks to his military precision and tidiness, went above and beyond what one would expect from a rebel hellbent on chaos.

It was dizzying - his hands travelling across your body, his hot breath against your skin as he battled the same dress he had implored you to craft and wear, his simultaneously sultry and threatening glare that immediately subdued you as soon as you tried to remove yourself from him to help. No words, only a muted command, and in a matter of moments, you felt a coldness crawl up your spine as Seonghwa expertly undid the buttons on your dress. Goosebumps involuntarily appeared on your skin, erased by your lover’s quick hand.

“Is my darling cold?” he rubbed your back, the intensity and affection forming a combination excruciating for your heart. You shook your head, not wanting for him to worry, though the decision resulted in quite the opposite, “You know it is not good to lie, right?”

“I’m sorry-”

“I suppose it is a little… these damned stone walls. Sorry, love, this is far from welcoming.”

“No, please don’t worry…”

“Mm. Then stop me from worrying. Are you cold?”

You were burning up. The contrast between your flesh and the air was stark, and you bit your lower lip in an attempt to suppress another shudder. Seonghwa stepped forward, making your knees buckle as your lower legs hit the edge of the bed. He let you sit, though himself remained hovering above you, casting a shadow. You turned and studied anything and everything in your immediate surroundings, a wave of embarrassment washing over you despite having been with him so many times before. You stopped at the coat that was lying discarded on the floor. The brooches and badges, marking his titles - or at least past titles, in the Royal Military, glistened and induced a pang of anxiety. Were you living in an illusion by hoping for the past to return? A hand under your chin returned you to the present, and your misty eyes were forced to meet Seonghwa. What was a vexed, darkened expression melted away, revealing a tinge of concern uncharacteristic of his regal image.

“Talk to me,” crouching down to your level, you felt blush rising on your cheeks.

“...A bit…”

“There, see. Easy. Now, do you trust me?”

“Wholeheartedly.”

“So, burn with me, my love,” purposefully implying, he gave space. But if he was the flame, then you were the air, quickly disintegrating as the orange and red blaze consumed the vital essence. You had no chance, or choice, your only answer was his name, repeated over and over and over again until you knew nothing else.

Every single one of your senses was consumed by him and the near unbearable warmth shared between two bodies connected under heavy sheets. Brain turned to cotton, much like the blanket that was currently muffling your cries of pleasure, you were being kept from writhing only by Seonghwa’s iron grip. Thighs pinned to your upper body, he had you folded in half as he licked strips up your soaked folds, toying with your abused clit before sliding his tongue deeper, relishing in how your walls clenched around him, begging for more. Pathetic whines were music to his ears, prompting him to move until his nose was almost pressed against the overstimulated bundle of nerves and he could relentlessly fuck into you.

Addicted to the scent and taste of your arousal, he was not giving you any room to breathe, nor to recover from your first orgasm, and instead launched directly into building you up for another. You were a masterpiece, giving up to salacious ecstasy for him so easily, adoring words spilling out of you even though you were barely capable of constructing a proper sentence. The sheer notion of having such impressive power, and you giving up ownership of your personal euphoria to him made him want to stay in this position together.

“Mine-” he muttered, barely audible as he coated his tongue in your nectar and rolled it over your clit.

You yelped and threw your head back as a sensation resembling an electric shock hurried through you. Grasping at the bedsheets until your knuckles were turning white, the last image of your lover before he immersed you in artificial darkness was haunting you - his devilish smirk when you shyly nodded in agreement, his virtually lewd scrutiny as he studied your reactions to him ridding you of the dress, to him immediately disposing of your bra, and to him playing with your thin panties, occasionally dipping into your dripping heat to tease you. And then, when he deemed you ready enough, you were in a world where nothing and no one existed except Seonghwa.

The knot that was building in your core was ready to snap at any moment. You could not breathe. You were seeing stars and you were mewling for Seonghwa despite him being right there between your legs, taking you apart. Sensing your oncoming climax, your prince braved letting go of one of your quivering thighs in favour of pressing down on both with one arm, while the other landed directly on your bud, fingers masterfully flicking it while he curled into your hole, pulsating motion inciting wanton squelching from your heat, amplified by the confined space under the duvet.

“Hwa- I-” the nickname spilled out of your mouth by accident, though it seemed that the prince did not mind. Instead he hummed and sped up once more, only to send you over the edge.

Lapping up your release, he guided you through your high and greeted you on your way down, his hands acting as a stabilising force that kept your shaking limbs, and you safe. Seonghwa nipped at your inner thighs, exhaling sharply in amusement when upon teasingly dragging a finger across your pussy you gasped, thighs instinctively trying to bring themselves together. But your lover was quicker than that, lifting himself up until he was hovering over your fragile frame with a knee pressed against your heat. The sheets slid down his form, stopping just past the middle of his back - enough to reveal the glistening orgasm on his face, his half lidded eyes and parted, gorgeous lips. He flicked his tongue - a habit occasionally turned into intentional provocation. Pupils blown, expression animalistic, ravenous, he needed more. To bear the scalding hot oasis that you shared, he had torn off his clothing. Though now, he could no longer bear the aching of his erection that was rubbing against your stomach, rapidly coating it in pearly translucent beads of precum. Hips moving on their own accord, he started to rut against you to gain at least some form of friction.

“Still hmph- cold?” he asked, unfiltered mockery clear in his voice.

“Please, Seonghwa- need you in-”

“So fucked out you can’t even - ah, answer my question?” he cut you off, keeping the teasing demeanour all the while his dick was throbbing painfully against you, “I s-said, a-are you cold? Finally catching on, you agreed with him.

“Yes, I… need more. Please,”

“How do you need more, my greedy darling? Hm?” stopping his rocking, he took to rolling one of your hard nipples between his fingers, taking in your every breath, sigh, and the rolling of the eyes as you felt a tug shoot straight to your core.

“-want you to fuck me,”

“Mhm-”

“-want your cock inside me-”

“Yes-”

“-want you to fill me up ple-”

“Say that again,” in less than a second, his nose was against yours and you were peering straight into his soul, finding an inexhaustible danger. His breathing had gotten considerably shallower, and you swore you felt his cock twitch.

“Fill me up, Hwa, I- please-”

“Since you asked so nicely,” he pushed your legs further apart before tapping you on your hip to adjust your positioning. Eagerly, you followed his request hissing at the sensation of his tip teasing your burning heat before Seonghwa bottomed out, the mixture of slick and precum offering a delicious glide.

He leaned forwards, his bare chest against yours as he shared your state of enchantment awestruck as the torchlight gave up its final battle, only to be replaced by the beginnings of a full moon. You were a goddess in blue and silver that gleamed around the thick curtain, your glassy eyes so innocently sharing feelings he had never dared to express openly that he could not help but plant one peck after another over your cheeks, nose, eyelids, and finally, the lips. The scalding friction of skin against skin started to resemble a prolonged embrace, and when Seonghwa slowly dragged his length against your clenching walls, he mused if in another life, you could be connected like this for all of eternity.

You offered him the true meaning of ‘unconditional’. You trusted him without a second thought, and were ready to throw away the stability you had within the castle walls in favour of a probability. Your optimism intrigued Seonghwa, and he knew he was in danger of falling in love. In fact, he had been this way since long before finding out his enemies were all beside him at the dinner table every evening, and that only in the most critical moments could he discover his real allies. If he were any more free of the burdens permanently clinging onto his shoulders, the prince would have confessed to you. For now, however, he had the freedom how you fell apart beneath him, so deliciously gullible, drunk in lust.

With each languid thrust into your weeping cunt, he was silently singing your praises, thanking you for every day that you had shared with him, for every night that you had proved that you did not abandon him. As he picked up the rhythm, your melodic pants and whines accentuated the lewd squelching and at the same time sent his mind into overdrive. He loved the time he had with you, the time when nothing existed except instinct and what he could only call a union written in the stars. Seonghwa bit down on his lower lip as his pumping grew erratic and you tightened around him as you reached your high. He let out a whimper, vision impossibly blurry and growing darker as he could barely fight the weight of his eyelids. As he moaned your name, Seonghwa, accepted his violent addiction to your pleasure and your pain as you clambered for the remnants of your sanity in the midst of an overdriven climax. Thick ropes of cum coated your spongy walls and Seonghwa stilled his hips, unable to maintain even a frantic, stuttering pace any longer. Your arms collapsed to your sides, leaving behind marks where you had driven your nails into his perfectly tan skin. The fullness made you impossibly weak, and you fell back onto the pillows, taking Seonghwa with you. Having collapsed under the weight of ecstasy, your lover rested his head in the crook of your neck, inhaling the delectable scent of sex and desire.

The moon hung low in the night sky, casting a soft glow over the secluded chamber where Prince Seonghwa had found temporary solace and transformed it into the cradle of a new world to come. You, his loyal companion and confidante, or at least that was how you decisively wished to name yourself in the midst of uncertainty, nestled against him, your fingers intertwined. The weight of Seonghwa's destiny bore down on his shoulders, and the weight of you in his arms offered a fleeting respite.

Seonghwa's eyes traced the delicate features of your face, bathed in the gentle moonlight. "Y/N," he whispered, his voice carrying a mixture of longing and determination. "I can no longer bear the burden of this false exile,” he was returning to the present, the only remnants of the beautifully turbulent night being his slightly swollen lips, gravelly voice and dishevelled sweaty hair which had just begun to curl. “The time has come to reclaim what is rightfully mine. I just… I just hope it all comes together."

Your sleepy gaze met Seonghwa's, understanding and unwavering support evident even in the semi-darkness. "I'll stand by your side, Seonghwa, no matter the peril that awaits us. Together, we'll face the storm and emerge stronger.” It was easy to hope and easy to pass the tasks to the next person in the relay, so you wondered if your words held any meaning to your lover. When it was just the two of you, it was easy to worship the art of hedonism and forget impending doom. If only you could erase his own thoughts from his mind. Be selfish. With a soft shake of the head you dismiss the impending sourness, choosing instead to focus on the heavenly fatigue, like cotton, enveloping your and Seonghwa’s bodies.

As if drawn by an invisible force, Seonghwa pressed a tender kiss to your forehead. The warmth of your connection was a stark contrast to the cold reality awaiting you outside the chamber walls. For a moment, you existed in your own sanctuary, shielded. The room echoed with the soft rustle of fabric as Seonghwa shifted to hold you even closer. His fingers traced lazy patterns on your back, a silent reassurance that he cherished this stolen moment of peace. In the midst of the impending uprising, Seonghwa found a panacea in your arms, a haven that anchored him and convinced him that what he was doing was a necessary evil. You nestled into Seonghwa's chest, feeling the steady cadence of his heartbeat.

"Promise me we'll make it through this," You whispered, fingers tracing absentminded patterns on Seonghwa's chest. You knew that no matter how he would answer, it would be hollow, for only fate could be aware and decide the outcome.

Seonghwa pressed his lips to the crown of your head. "I promise, my love. We'll face the challenges together, and when the dust settles, we'll build a kingdom. How does that sound?”

“Good.”

“My queen.”

“Don’t say that…”

“Today, these are words. Tomorrow, the world can be ours,” you succumbed to his cruel hypnosis, not daring to ask for his methods, nor for his confessions. The less questions you asked Seonghwa, the happier you could pretend to be, and the grander was the castle in your sky.

The weight of your shared destiny hung heavily in the air, yet in the quiet cocoon of your embrace, the two of you had found your own religion. As the first light of dawn approached, you remained entwined, drawing strength from each other to face the tumultuous path that awaited you - a path that would lead you to a ferocious battle, deciding centuries to come in the timespan of the flutter of a butterfly’s wings.

“Will I ever be forgiven?”

“Who is there to forgive you?” After some deliberation, you dared to query. In one reckless sweep, you ignited every shadow of hesitation, leaving you only with unconditional, pure love that would carry you through any hardship. The one thing you had left, unfortunately unbreakable.

In the faint light of the rising sun, crawling into the room and coating it in magnificent gold, the man who you so adored and was devoted to was in every form a soul condemned to eternal hellfire; you were fully aware of that. A tarnished being marked as dead before he could even begin to spread his wings. Feathers strewn across what used to be a kingdom meant for him to rule being the only remnant of the brutal betrayal. The devilishly handsome traitor or trailblazer sharing his bed with you was not supposed to exist. And yet, it was his voice, his touch, his scent that occupied your every pore and thought, the owner’s name being carved into you over and over again until you forgot the bigger picture, focusing only on what Seonghwa could envision and how you could achieve that priceless peaceful kingdom.

“Now that is a question I would be interested in figuring out the answer to…”

“Both of us are unforgivable. Cannot repent, cannot start again,” you turned to face him, captivated by the way the sun highlighted his features, “but we can go forward. Until the hands of time stop us.”

As the two of you drifted into a dreamless slumber - a luxury serving as a calm before the storm, you comforted yourself with the fact that in some sense, nothing was going to change just like the darkness that came with your dozing. One fallen leaf, or soldier, would replace another, one snowflake would twirl in pursuit of its partner, one Park would return his crown from the other. In the grand scheme of things, it was still the neverending winter, a late dawn, and the same dynasty, the embodiment of which you prayed was in your adoring and calculating embrace.

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— synopsis:: he had one job as an angel sent to earth. and that was to purify the souls of sinners. for a millennia seonghwa was successful at his job, leading the sinners to the light—to the right path. as an angel, he had a resolve—unfortunately, the path of sinners isn't limited to human beings.

— contains:: profanities, smut (tipsy sex, penetrative sex (f), fingering (f), protected sex, praise, pet names, marking), toxic behaviors, toxic relationships, mentions of alcohol consumption, religious themes, making out

— wc:: 10.5k

— note:: first chapter out of four (?) let's go! hope you like it <3

— 01 -> 02 -> masterlist

"Ugly, disgusting creatures.” They say, “Sinners.” The angels look at them with resentment in their eyes. “Humans will never be worthy of heaven.”

Seonghwa, an angel, lived among them. Among those sinful creatures he resented, looked upon with disgust. It has been hundreds of years since he had been sent down to earth, and every second of it felt like a punishment. But he had to get a job done, lead humans into the right path, into the path of God. He was given the attire of a human being, concealing the true beauty he was gifted with as an angel, but still a sight for sore eyes.

On sleepless nights, which aren’t a rarity for him, he would sit outside on the balcony of his apartment in the middle of the night. Tea in hand and eyes roaming the cities below. Ears picking up the occasional giggles and cackles of the mortals, drunk with the earthly sins they commit. Suddenly the balcony door of his neighbor flew open, pulling his attention, side-eyeing the couple that just got out. The sounds of lips clashing together sent a sickening shiver through him. Seonghwa scoffed, walking back into his apartment. He sat down onto the couch, placing his mug on the small coffee table that was placed on the gray rug, matching the color of the couch. After a while of sitting in complete silence, Seonghwa stood up to get ready and go for a walk.

He left the apartment and started walking down the street with his hands shoved into his brown trench coat, no destination in mind. The air was cool, the wind biting at his soft cheeks, painting them in a rosy color. As Seonghwa kept mindlessly walking through the poorly lit streets he found himself somewhere pretty secluded and quite loud. Music blaring through clubs and drunk people laughing and giggling. Even hearing an obnoxious moan here and there. An exasperated sigh left his lips as he shoved his hands deeper into the pockets of his coat and turned around to walk back to where he came from.

“Don’t touch me,” he heard a woman slur. Not even sparing a glance, he kept walking. Until he heard the same voice again. “I said don’t touch me!” she spoke louder, nearly yelling. Seonghwa kept walking, someone suddenly falling down in front of his feet, almost causing him to trip. His gaze fell to his feet, seeing the woman, clad in awfully revealing attire, struggle to stand up.

“(Y/N),” Seonghwa looked up to see a man approaching, stumbling over his own feet. He was drunk, the stench of liquor filling Seonghwa’s nose, making his face twist in disgust. "(Y/N), stand up. Let’s go.” The man grabbed you by your arm, trying to lift you up but miserably failing to do so.

As Seonghwa tried to step away from the scene, he felt a vice grip on his ankle. “No!” the angel didn’t know what to do. He looked at the man in front of him with wide eyes as he tried to pull his foot away. “Leave me alone,” you slurred against Seonghwa’s calf, wrapping yourself around his leg. Seonghwa was confused and didn’t know what to do except stand there and stare. When the man grabbed for you again, Seonghwa stumbled and fell backwards, landing on his butt. He looked down at his feet to see you still sticking to him, crawling upwards to cling to his torso, arms now wrapped around his waist. He desperately tried to push you away, but in return, your arms tightened around him.

The stranger got a hold of your arms and pulled you off Seonghwa, your shouts of complaint echoing around the dark streets.

Seonghwa quickly stood up and dusted himself off. “Leave her alone,” Seonghwa croaked out. He hated it. He hated mortals, he hated their dumb nature, he hated the way they freely lived and had no care in the world. He despised them. But nonetheless, they were still creations of God. “Let her go.” He said more sternly and confidently, pulling the man’s attention to himself. “She obviously doesn’t want to go with you, leave her alone.”

Seonghwa gulped as he looked at the man. He didn’t know how to handle these situations. “Mind your business.” Seonghwa was taken aback by the way the man talked to him. As he was about to pull you back with him, Seonghwa grabbed your hand, pulling you away. A protective hand on the back of your head.

“Leave,” Seonghwa seethed, an intimidating look in his eyes. When the man didn’t move, Seonghwa urged him to leave one more time. And with a huff he left Seonghwa with you in his arms. Seonghwa looked at you with a slight frown on his lips. “Hey,” he tried to pull away, but he felt you fall limp against him, passed out. “Ma’am,” still no response. Seonghwa sighed as he shook you, trying to wake you up. After a few moments he gave up and lifted you up with one arm under your back and one under your knees.

Seonghwa finally managed to get home and lay you down onto his couch, not knowing what to do with you. The only thing that came to his mind was to drape a thin blanket onto your form and leave the living room.

“Why did you bring a mortal home?” A sharp voice broke Seonghwa out of his thoughts. He turned around to face none other than his brother. “They are disgusting–” but before the younger could continue, Seonghwa cut him off with a glare.

Seonghwa ran a hand through his dark hair, a sigh leaving his lips as he turned around to face the sink. “I don’t know, Jongho. She needed help and no one was there.” He said with a tinge of distress. How could he bring a mortal, a sinner, into his own home? “There was this guy who wanted to take her with himself, and now she’s here.” Seonghwa shrugged, still not facing Jongho.

“Lead them into the right path, not onto your couch, brother.”

Seonghwa turned his head to glare at his brother from the corner of his eyes as the room fell silent. Only the sound of dishes clashing with one another resounded through the kitchen. “She’ll leave in the morning. I’ll make sure of it.”

The blaring sound of your alarm woke you up with a pounding headache. You groaned as you covered your ears. When the alarm didn’t stop, you flung a hand at your bag to shut it. When silence enveloped you, you let out a relieved sigh as you laid your head back down onto the fluffiest pillow you’ve ever laid your head on. But something was off. This didn’t feel like your bed, nor your blanket. You slowly opened your eyes to see thin, long legs, clad in beige dress pants, right in front of your nose. Your eyes trailed upward from beautifully toned thighs, to a flat torso, covered by a pure white silk shirt, broad shoulders, and finally, a gorgeous face that had you speechless. Your eyes lost every ounce of sleep as you gaped at the beautiful man above you.

“Good morning.” His voice pulled you out of your trance, blinking up at him as you hastily sat up. Your dress had ridden up your thighs, exposing more of the skin you were hardly trying to hide. Before Seonghwa could look away, he had already caught a glimpse of the soft skin.

You quickly gathered your stuff that had fallen out of your purse when you fished out your phone, standing up and pulling the end of your dress down to cover the exposed skin. “Thank you,” you exhaled in a whisper, loud enough for the angel to hear you. “For last night I mean.”

Seonghwa cleared his throat before he turned his head to meet your eyes, a smile that didn’t reach his eyes painted on his lips. “You’re welcome,” he responded. “Do you want me to drop you off at your home?” he asked after a breath of silence, his question making you chuckle.

“Want me gone already?” your voice had a teasing lilt to it, raspy with the exhaustion that is cursing you. When you noticed the man’s eyes widening you laughed and dismissed your comment as a joke, making him sigh out in relief. “The name’s (Y/N).”

“Seonghwa.”

“Nice to meet you, Seonghwa!” Even through the pounding headache, the wide smile never left your lips. “I wish I could get to know you a bit more, but I really have to go. I hope I’ll see you around. I could buy you a coffee as payback.” Your sweet smile was contagious, Seonghwa wearing a small smile himself. “I mean it,” your eager tone made the black-haired man tilt his head slightly. “You really helped me a lot by saving me from the dude last night. I really don’t know what he would’ve done if you weren’t there. I want to thank you properly.” Seonghwa stood there, a dumbfounded expression on his features, as you were rummaging through your tiny purse for something. After a breath of silence, you handed him a piece of paper that had a number and your name written next to it. “I knew keeping these with me could be helpful.” You walked through the short corridor to the front door, Seonghwa walking behind you. Before you could open the door, he had already beat you to it and held it open like a gentleman. “You do want me gone, huh?” You joked again, pulling a chuckle out of him.

Stepping out of the apartment, you started your way back to your own home. With one last wave in the man’s direction, you walked away. When you were gone, Seonghwa closed the door and heavily exhaled a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“Are you going to call her?”

“How many times do I have to tell you not to sneak into this apartment, Jongho?”

Almost two weeks had passed since the incident, having lost all the hope that Seonghwa was going to call you for the coffee you promised him.

“What do you mean?” Soonyoung, asked in disbelief. “He still hasn’t called you?” He might have not noticed, but his voice was so loud that he pulled almost everybody’s attention in the small café you were in. You quickly hushed him, sending the old pair next to you an apologetic gaze. “He still hasn’t called you?” the blonde repeated, a lot quieter this time. As a response you just lightly shook your head and shrugged. A devastated gasp left your friend’s lips, one of his hands against his chest to seem more dramatic. “That’s a low blow. It’s not every day you get someone hot to sleep in their apartment.” Soonyoung’s comment made you laugh wholeheartedly, a hand clasped on your mouth to muffle the sound.

“I mean, my outfit was–” you trailed off at the sound of the bell chiming, eyes landing onto the entrance, smile falling from your features. Soonyoung must’ve noticed the sudden halt of your sentence and turned around to look behind him. “That’s him,” you whispered, pulling at Soonyoung’s sleeve to gain his attention. Said man turned back to you with his mouth gaped open. A giggle pushed its way out of your throat, “I told you he’s attractive.”

Your eyes landed back on Seonghwa, doing a once-over. His hair was pushed out of his face, a single strand swaying side to side with each movement, and the clean undercut exposed. He wore a brown trench coat with a beige knit sweater underneath and a pair of black jeans. After he placed his order, he moved to the side for the people behind him to place their order, and while he was waiting, his eyes met yours. A smile graced your face as you waved with enthusiasm. The black-haired man timidly returned the gesture, lips pulled into a tight smile. His gaze fell from you as the barista called out his order, handing it to him. With one last wave, he walked out of the café.

Your eyes followed his form until he was out of sight. “Damn,” you mumbled, “He didn’t even come to me.” A loud snort reached your ears. “Hey!”

“I’m sorry! Ow!”

After walking home with Soonyoung, you showered and then got ready to make dinner when your phone rang, pulling your attention. You left the meat on the hot pan as you reached for your phone, tilting your head as you saw an unknown number. “Hello?” your voice questioning, brows furrowed.

“Hey, it’s me Seonghwa.” Relief washed over you, softly smiling to yourself as you walked back to the stove, tongs in hand to turn the meat over.

“Hi, Seonghwa,” you greeted, voice cheery and light. “I thought you’d never call.” Your smile stretched as you heard the man chuckle on the other end. As if in a trance, your hand made contact with the hot pan, causing you to hiss loudly. “Shit, I burned myself,” you chuckled. After a moment of thick silence you broke it, “I am cooking dinner right now. If you have the time right now, come over and join me. You know, because of the repaying you thing. It’s okay if you don’t want to.”

Seonghwa, on the other side, was fiddling with the end of his shirt, considering taking up on your offer. He did want to, but it wasn’t as easy as you would think.

“Every human, you have to lead every human you get involved with into the right path. You have to lead them to me, Son.”

He remembered his fathers words, the sole reason he was sitting on this very couch, phone in shaky hands and a slight frown painted on his face. Before he could think about it further, he blurted, “Yes, I can come over.” Seonghwa was struggling to hold the exasperated sigh that was threatening to crawl out of his throat.

“Sweet, I’ll send you my address. See ya!” the angel felt himself sink further into his couch, hands gripping his thighs and eyes fixed on the ceiling.

What did he get himself into? This was nothing like him, Seonghwa would never get himself involved with mortals like you. Your case has officially started, there is no turning back now, and Seonghwa knew that. With a small grunt, he lifted himself off the couch to get ready, stopping his movements when he heard his phone go off.

xxx.xxx.xxx: [address]

xxx.xxx.xxx: can’t wait to see you! :)

As soon as you had gotten the confirmation that Seonghwa was indeed on his way to your place, you ran into your room to change from your pajamas to some clothes that would make you more presentable. You pulled on a pair of biker shorts and a long black shirt that reached your mid-thighs. The shorts reached a few inches above your knees and complimented your thighs. Your wet hair fell around your face, framing it in a deliciously innocent way.

Just as you put the finishing touch on the dinner table the doorbell rang. Quickly looking over your work, you ran to the door and opened it to a waiting Seonghwa. “Hi, Seonghwa!” You greeted with a blinding smile on your features. Side-stepping, you let the waiting man into your apartment without a question.

Seonghwa returned the gesture and walked in, taking his shoes off and putting them to the side. His eyes started roaming the walls and floors as he walked to your living room right behind you. Your apartment was pretty small but enough for someone who lived alone. “It’s pretty,” Seonghwa mumbled, not knowing that you heard his comment.

“Yes, it really is,” you said, looking over your shoulder to Seonghwa. “You can sit down; I’ll get the drinks.” You walked to the kitchen, which was connected to the living room. Seonghwa was a bit shocked at how much effort you put in. The plates were shining, and the cutlery was so shiny, he could use the spoons as small mirrors. “Seonghwa,” you called, pulling the angel out of his awe-like trance.

“Yeah,” he had a slight stutter in his voice as he responded, quickly standing up from his seat, walking into the kitchen.

“What would you like to drink?” You asked, opening the fridge to show him the drinks you had, mostly alcoholic. You saw Seonghwa eyeing the alcoholic drinks a bit skeptically, “You don’t drink alcohol?” All you got as a response was a hesitant shake of his head. “Okay, okay,” you mumbled, grabbing for the non-alcoholic drinks. “This cherry juice is really nice; you have to try it.” With a smile, you walked to the dinner table, putting the cool drinks onto it and sitting down. You signaled for Seonghwa to sit, which he gladly did.

It was uncomfortably silent as Seonghwa just sat there, watching you plate the food and put it in front of him. “Don’t worry,” you started, catching Seonghwa’s gaze, looking him intensely in the eyes. “I didn’t put anything suspicious in it. Unless you have allergies?” Seonghwa didn’t know what to say. It felt like you were locking him in place with your gaze still on him.

His jaw stuttered as he tried to come up with something, eyes not daring to leave yours. “I, uhm, I don’t have any allergies,” he stuttered, face and neck flushing with color.

“I’m glad,” you smiled relieved, putting his plate down and plating your own. “I hope you like it.” The confused angel just nodded and took the spoon next to his plate in his hand, pushing the food on it. It looked delicious; he wasn’t going to lie. That piece of meat that looked extra juicy due to the sauce poured over it and the cooked vegetables. You watched intently as Seonghwa guided his fork into his mouth, tasting the savory food, eyes lighting up at the rich taste. “Do you like it?” You asked immediately, catching Seonghwa’s expression.

He quickly swallowed, nodding. “It’s really good. Do you like cooking?” He asked, mesmerized by the taste of the food.

His question made you chuckle, as you nodded. “Yeah, I do like cooking. I mean, I used to work in the kitchen in the diner a few streets down. But now I’m a server there.” Seonghwa nodded along your words, eyes wide and round. “I’d be happy to cook for you again.” You ended the sentence with a smirk painting your lips. Seonghwa softly shook his head as he caught himself looking at your lips a bit too much. Thankfully, you were occupied with the food on your plate to pay Seonghwa any mind.

“Thank you,” you said softly, “for what happened a few weeks ago, and that you came over. I really appreciate it.”

Seonghwa smiled and softly shook his head, “You don’t have to thank me.” He took another bite of his food before talking again, “And I mean, I never have any visitors over, so, it was kind of a change, you know.” You chuckled at that, your ears heating up.

You two sat in silence as you ate. The urge to say something was big, Seonghwa’s tongue practically itching. But before he could blurt anything out, you broke the silence. “So, how about you tell me something about yourself?” Your smile was blinding, lips stretched across your cheeks. “Oh,” you chuckled softly, “Sorry, that sounded like some interview.” Your lightheartedness set a calm feeling into Seonghwa’s gut.

With a soft chuckle he answered your question.

When you both finished dinner, you were already standing at your front door, waving Seonghwa goodbye. “It was really nice today. I hope we can do this again sometime.” Seonghwa nodded with a smile on his lips.

“Goodnight, (Y/N).” With one last wave of his hand, he walked out of the apartment complex, the cold air hitting him. He let out a deep sigh as he started walking down the street to get to his apartment.

A few days have passed since he had dinner with you, and since then he has been avoiding you as much as he could. Meaning, he hasn’t texted you one time since you two had dinner at your place. He kind of felt bad because he genuinely thought you were a nice person, but he didn’t like your type of people. Even seeing all those alcoholic drinks in your fridge sent a shiver down his spine. He just hoped that you would find the right path on your own.

It was pretty late when Seonghwa had left work. He worked in a small library, it was a pretty quiet place, not many people went there.

He bid his goodbyes to his co-workers as he left the library, walking through the dark streets, the wind biting at his cheeks. Winter was close, and he didn’t like it one bit. Shoving his hands into his pockets, his pace quickened. He didn’t want to take the bus for a ten minute walk to his apartment, which he came to regret a few times in weathers like this one.

“Seonghwa?”

No, no, no. Please don’t let it be you.

The angel turned around with furrowed brows, a soft sigh leaving his lips as he met your eyes. He couldn’t get out of your way somehow.

A large smile crawled onto your face as your eyes met. “Hi!” Seonghwa softly sighed, defeated by your sweetness. “How are you?” you asked, eyes wide and curious. Seonghwa wouldn’t even guess that you were a sinner with the way you were innocently looking up at him.

A smile of his own curved on his features as he answered, “I’m fine, a bit cold, though, but I'm doing good. How about you?” His eyes caught the way you rocked from side to side, shoulders tense. He let his gaze fall down to see your legs exposed to the cool air. With wide eyes, Seonghwa moved his eyes back up, a strained smile on his chapped lips. He didn’t hear one word you were saying, mind caught up with the way your skin looked so soft, and the short, tight skirt you wore complimenting the curve of your hips.

“Hwa?” his breath hitched slightly as he heard the nickname. “Is everything okay?”

Why did you have such an effect on him?

“Y–yeah, I’m fine. Just cold,” he stuttered, jaw clenching in realization. You nodded with a soft smile on your face. “Uhm, where were you going anyway?” he asked curiously.

A soft breath left your lips before you answered, “A friend of mine wanted to go out and drink, but then he canceled right when I left my apartment and now I’m here walking home.” You ended the sentence with a sarcastic thumbs up, lips pulled into a strained smile. Seonghwa let a soft chuckle slip as he slowly turned around, his hand gesturing the way in front of himself. Was he really going to do this right now?

“Would you like to come over to mine for dinner?” A smile stretched onto your lips as you nodded, matching his pace. “It’s not long from here, just a few minutes,” he reassured when he noticed you shivering, the only thing giving you the slightest warmth was your short jacket. You looked up at him with a smile as you hugged yourself to block out the biting cold.

You’ve been walking for about five minutes until Seonghwa stopped in front of a fancy looking complex, pulling out a pair of keys. Your eyes switched between Seonghwa’s side profile and the apartment complex, never having thought that he lived in such a rich neighborhood. Well, he did look expensive. “Why the surprised face? You’ve been to my place once, yeah?” Seonghwa’s soft voice pulled you out of your thoughts, a smile tugging on his plump lips that were flushed due to the cold surrounding you both. “Come on, let’s go inside before you freeze,” he said, the click of the lock resounding as Seonghwa pulled the heavy door open for you to enter. You did so with a grateful smile on your slightly chapped lips and a nod of gratitude.

“A gentleman are we?” you said as you waited for Seonghwa in the middle of the big lobby as he checked his mail. With a gentle hand, he guided you to the elevator that brought you to your destined floor. As you stepped out of the elevator, your heel got caught in the gap of the elevator, causing you to stumble forward. As you braced yourself to fall face first onto the floor, Seonghwa’s strong arm caught you by your waist and hips, pulling you back into his chest. You took in a sharp breath as you stood with your back flush against Seonghwa’s chest, his breath in your ear as you tried to get your mind back together. Turning your head, you smiled up at the man, who was also looking down at you, his eyes wider than yours and his brows knit together. “Thank you,” you said, slowly pulling away from him. Seonghwa let his arms fall to his sides as his lips pulled into a slightly strained smile. A soft, red hue crawled onto his ears but they could be easily excused as the temperature-change from outside.

Seonghwa led the short way to his apartment, unlocking the door and letting you inside. A sigh left your chest as the warmth of his apartment hit you, cheeks warming and nose freeing of its stuffiness. “So warm,” you mumbled as you rubbed your cold hands together, trying to get them warm again. Slipping off your white boots, you let your short, also white, jacket fall from your shoulders, exposing the pretty white silk shirt you wore, top buttons undone. Seonghwa’s back was turned to you as he took off his jacket and shoes, quickly putting them into their assigned places. “Uhm, where do I put these, Seonghwa?” you asked from behind the tall man, your jacket and shoes in your hands.

Seonghwa turned around and saw what you were implying. “Oh, let me take these.” He took your stuff and hung your jacket next to his, your shoes right underneath. “Let’s go inside, shall we?” his hand pointed down the narrow hallway into his living room.

As you were walking into the living room you were looking around in awe. Seonghwa’s apartment was really pretty, that much you could say. Weren’t you already here one time? Yes, you were, but you didn’t pay enough attention to notice how beautiful his apartment actually was. “Your apartment is really,” you trailed off, not knowing what to say. “Pretty,” you breathed as you looked over your shoulder to see a beautiful, white cat sitting on one of the bar stools that faced the kitchen, a long counter stretched in front of them as some type of space for people to sit there. “Hi, pretty,” you greeted the cat with a soft hand, slowly letting it sniff the palm of your hand. The animal let its fluffy head fall into the palm of your hand and you could feel the strong vibrations of its purring, a soft pout crawling onto your features. “It’s so cute,” you cooed, scratching its chin.

Seonghwa just stood by the side with furrowed brows as he watched you interact with his cat. You turned to Seonghwa, a bright smile stretching on your face but falling as you saw his expression. “She normally doesn’t like strangers,” Seonghwa mumbled, scratching the back of the cat’s ear. As the angel’s hand wandered lower on the animal’s face, his finger brushed over your hand. He inhaled sharply, slowly pulling his hand away. “Her name’s Ayah.”

“Pretty,” you mumbled, voice as soft as the thickest clouds Seonghwa has ever touched. His dark eyes were fixed onto your side profile, studying every curve and edge of your face, starting from the rounds of your cheeks that were still flushed from the cold they were exposed to, to your jaw, and lastly to your lips.

He never understood why so many of his brother’s got expelled from heaven for falling in love with the daughters of Eve. But now, he might have an inkling about why these beautiful creatures were cherished that much.

“Seonghwa?”

“Y–yeah?” he was too deep in his thoughts again. “Why don’t you go sit down and wait for me while I get us something to drink?” You nodded and walked to the couch, the couch you once woke up on. Seonghwa opened his fridge, letting the cool air hit face as he looked for something to drink. His eyes fell onto the bottle of soda and he remembered that he still had cherries in his freezer. Quickly taking the bottle of soda and putting it on the counter next to the fridge, he bent down to open the freezer, taking the cherries. “I’m sorry, I don’t have any drinks that you would like in particular,” Seongwha said as he walked over with two tall cups in his hands, the condensation running over Seonghwa’s lithe fingers.

Your eyes slightly widened as you took the glass from Seonghwa’s hand, your hands brushing over his wet one’s. There it was again, his heart skipped a beat. “No, oh my god, don’t apologize! I know that you don’t drink, and I do think it’s for the better because I’ve been trying to tone it down.” You chuckled as you scootched to the side, making more space for Seonghwa. Your exposed knees were pressed together, directed into Seonghwa’s direction, almost touching his knees. “Soda and frozen cherries,” you mumbled before taking a sip, “isn’t that a bit too summery for november, don’t you think?” A soft smirk curled on your lips as you put the glass onto the coffee table. “So,” you started, throwing one leg over the other, leaning into Seongwha’s space a little bit, “let’s get to know each other a bit more, yeah?”

“Where should I start?” Seonghwa asked, head tilted to the side.

“Hm, don’t know,” you put a well manicured finger on your chin, rubbing the skin there. “Let’s do it like that, I ask you a question, you answer and I have to answer too and then it’s your turn to ask.” A smile crept its way onto your lips as Seonghwa nodded. “Great, then I’ll start. How old are you?” Seonghwa chuckled and leaned back a bit, shoulder pressing against the backrest of his couch.

“I am twenty-seven.” He answered, not truthfully, though. Seonghwa was around five-hundred years old, which he would obviously not tell you. “And you?”

“Twenty-four,” you answered, taking another sip from your drink, “your turn.”

Seonghwa thought for a second, “What are you doing currently, like, work related or something?”

“I work in a restaurant, it’s a few streets down from here, I think I told you that already.” Seonghwa nodded, a few strands of his hair moving in front of his eyes, but he didn’t move to push them away. “And I already know where you work,” you said sheepishly, “at the library around the corner. It’s my favorite one in this area. I’m surprised I never saw you there.”

The evening went smoothly. You and Seonghwa talked about anything you could, hobbies, likes, dislikes, friends. But what Seonghwa noticed was that you didn’t start anything that had to do with family. You only listened when he talked about his brothers and friends, but nothing came from your side.

“It’s getting pretty late,” your eyes fell onto your phone, 8:54pm. Standing up, you bowed slightly, thanking Seonghwa. “Thank you for everything today, I really had fun.” The man quickly stood up, following you to the hallway.

Taking your jacket and shoes, you put them on, turning to the man one last time. “I really had fun too, we could do this more often.” With a smile, you let your arms fall around Seonghwa’s shoulders, pulling him into a hug. Seonghwa’s eyes widened as he got squeezed by your arms. With great reluctance he let his arms wrap around your midriff, your jacket slightly lifting up and making him touch the soft material of your blouse. You were so warm and soft, he shivered slightly. A strange warmth filled his stomach as your sweet scent met his nose, making him take in a deep breath.

He felt coldness wash over him as you pulled away from him bid him a goodnight, but not before bending down, also to bid a good night to Ayah.

Your way home consisted of you walking down the street with a smile on your face that almost hurt your cheeks.

Seonghwa was restless for the remainder of the night. Tossing and turning in his king sized bed, mind reeling with you. Just you. He couldn’t understand what was going on, how something like a simple human girl could have him question his whole being. Was he doing something wrong? Was his father not happy with him? Seonghwa was never one to let himself be pulled in by a simple human.

Turning on his back, he watched the ceiling as if answers would appear on the white surface. A soft groan left his lips as he pushed one of his cashmere pillows onto his face, muffling the desperate sounds. He couldn’t take it anymore. Standing up, Seonghwa put on the thick sweater that laid on his single couch that sat next to the balcony door, and stepped out onto the balcony, letting the cold night air touch his reddened cheeks. He let his forearms lean on the railing as he gazed at the city below him. The wind blew against his face, his already messy hair flying around.

A deep sigh left his lips as he let his head fall onto his forearms. “A daughter of Eve, huh?” Seonghwa felt his eyes roll into the back of his skull as he heard the familiar, cocky voice of one of his brothers. “Harder than the men,” he said, letting out a quiet grunt as he sat down on one of the garden chairs, “most of your success came from men, am I right?”

Seonghwa straightened and looked at his brother, noticing the edges of his lips pulled into a cheshire smirk. “San,” Seonghwa said in a warning tone, “don’t make me throw you out. And how many times do I have to tell you and the others to not just show up in my home.” With a puff through his cold nose, Seonghwa turned around to go inside again, his brother hot on his heels. He heard his brother laugh behind him, loud and boisterous.

“Good luck, brother.” San patted Seonghwa on the back before disappearing into thin air, only leaving a puff of smoke and dust in his wake.

“I’ll need that,” Seonghwa sighed, walking back into his room.

Sleeping was unusual for celestial creatures, let alone having dreams. Seonghwa was tossing and turning in his bed as beads of sweat were running down his forehead and temple.

“Seonghwa,” he heard a soft voice echo through his mind, his head turning in all directions, looking for the owner of the voice. “I’m here, Seonghwa.” He heard it again, but much closer, clearer. The voice belonged to a woman, a woman he knew. “Seonghwa,” the angel felt himself melt as he felt her hot breath on his ear, turning his head so he could see her. You stood with a bright smile in front of him, clad in a white dress that looked like it was made out of the most expensive sheer. You looked so beautiful, so innocent. Seonghwa felt himself walking closer to you, a hand outstretched to touch your soft cheeks.

The angel’s lips fell open as his fingertips came into contact with your skin, the seering burn of something he can’t describe running through him. His breath hitched, swallowing the thick lump in his throat as your own hand rested on his cheek. You pulled yourself closer to him, pressing your soft chest against his torso, your mouth only inches away from his hot skin. “Seonghwa,” you whispered, breath fanning against the skin of his neck. A shuddering breath left Seonghwa’s trembling lips, eyes not daring to leave yours. A tear slipped from his eyes as he felt your hand slide up from his hip up to his shoulder, where it then rested on his neck, fingers teasing his hairline.

You softly lifted your chin up, ghosting your lips over Seonghwa’s, pulling a desperate whine out of him. “Seonghwa,” he just hummed in response, eyes unfocused and glassy. “You need to wake up, Seonghwa.” The words didn’t register in his head as your hands were roaming all over his body, leaving a burning sensation on his skin. “Angel, you need to wake up.” You stepped away looking at Seonghwa with a soft smile. “Wake up.”

A loud gasp ripped itself from Seonghwa’s lungs as he woke up. He sat up, eyes roaming the dark bedroom, his bedroom. A sigh of relief left his lips as he realized where he was. With a trembling hand he swiped his forehead, the sweat sticking to his skin. A shaky groan left his lips as he shivered, body burning up.

He stood up, grabbing a clean towel, and walked into the bathroom. Seonghwa let the cold water run down his body, calming his erratic thoughts. The cold water cooled him down a bit, the flush from his skin dissipating in a few seconds. After a while he turned the water off and stepped out of the shower, wrapping himself up in the towel he had grabbed and walked back into his room. Water droplets were running down his temple and neck, his hair falling in front of his eyes, casting a shadow over his face.

Seonghwa let his head fall, his chin touching his chest. After a while, he stood up and got dressed again. Some comfortable sweatpants and a flimsy T-shirt that was slightly see through. The wet towel got thrown into the laundry basket when he finished drying his hair, combing a hand through it to get it out of his face. He laid down and adjusted his head so he was comfortable, a sigh leaving his parted lips. After a while his eyelids fell shut, darkness enveloping Seonghwa. It didn’t take long for Seonghwa to fall asleep again, his breath slowing down and evening out.

He just hoped that he could avoid you at all costs.

A groan tumbled from your lips as you put your apron on, exhaustion coating your features. You pulled your hair back and put the cap with the restaurant mascot on before you went to put the first batches of bread into the oven. “Good morning!” Soonyoung’s cheery voice made you look up from your task, sending him a glare. “Ah, (Y/N), woke up on the wrong foot today? Because I feel so good!” You didn’t say anything as you started sweeping the floors, preparing the restaurant for opening, a few customers already waiting outside.

“You know what gets on my nerves, Soon? The people that are ready to stand in front of the doors at 8am,” you grumbled, taking the seats off the tables as you passed them with the mop. You heard an approving hum from Soonyoung.

You two quickly prepared the restaurant and unlocked the door, letting the few customers in that already stood outside. “Hello, what can I get for you?” you asked politely, a smile painted onto your features. Quickly noting down everything, you walked to the kitchen, requesting the ordered dishes. As you turned around you bumped into someone, causing you to stumble backwards a little bit. “Ah, I’m sorry.” You apologized, recognizing the face of the man, but didn’t say anything.

Suddenly, he grabbed you by your shoulder, shoving you in front of him. “Watch where you’re going, (Y/N).” Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked at him with a disbelieved look on your face. It seemed like he wanted some type of apology– a more heartfelt apology.

“I… I already said, I’m sorry, Yeosang,” you mumbled, trying to side-step the blonde man. You didn’t get far as Yeosang grabbed you by your shoulder, again, and pulled you with him to the back. “Yeosang, I swear to God if this is one of your pathetic apologies again, I don’t want to hear it. I already told you, I’m done.” You said, voice sharp and direct. “Now, if you’ll let me go, I have to work.”

“(Y/N), you can’t do this.”

“Yes, I fucking can, Yeosang.” You turned around, holding an accusing finger to his hard chest. “You already treated me like shit and then I had to see you fucking around with one of my friends, Yeosang.” The muscles of the blonde’s jaw twitched as his gaze darkened.

He took your hand that was pointing at his chest in a firm grip and pulled you closer, his warm breath fanning over your lips. “I told you I was drunk,” he seethed against your lips.

“Fuck you,” you spat, eyes wide in anger. Suddenly Yeosang had shoved you into the closest janitor’s closet, his lips crashing on yours, swallowing your yelp of surprise. He kissed you so fiercely that it was impossible to deny him, your hands roaming around his built back, pushing and pulling at his shirt. “Fuck you, Kang Yeosang– ah!” A soft moan fell from your lips as the blonde started kissing and sucking on the soft skin of your neck. You gasped, grabbing his hair and pulling him away from your neck, he resisted, though, lips not even daring to leave your skin for a second. “You can’t leave marks, Yeosang.” Said man just chuckled, sending goosebumps across your skin.

He pulled away, but only for a short time as he pulled your shirt over your head, his hands finding your breasts as soon as your shirt touched the ground. Yeosang’s lips attached to the skin right above your breasts, sucking and biting– leaving marks. You felt your stomach tighten at his ministrations, soft gasps and whimpers falling from your bitten lips. A low moan from Yeosang echoed through the small room as you tried grinding your hips against his. “Yeosang,” you breathed, letting your head fall against the wall you were pinned against. His hands grabbed the underside of each of your thighs and hoisted you up against the wall. You took this as a sign and wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling them flush against yourself. Just as you grabbed Yeosang’s face a loud knock pulled you two out of your haze. You opened your eyes to look at the man, his face warm against your hands.

“(Y/N), are you in there?” It was Soonyoung. “Why is the door locked?”

Softly pushing Yeosang away, you stood on your feet again. You looked around the room for your shirt Yeosang had pulled off you not too long ago. “I’m coming,” you said, smoothing out the material of your pants and letting your hands run through your hair a few times. Before you opened the door you turned back to Yeosang, “stay here until I come and get you.” With that, you exited the small room, meeting a very agitated Soonyoung. His frown said more than words could describe.

“Soonyoung, please–”

“You are such a dumbass, you know that?” With a clenched jaw you looked down at your fumbling hands. “(Y/N), look at me.” You did as told, looking at him through your lashes, teeth gnawing at your sore lips. “Yeosang is no good to you,” Soonyoung paused, a hand of his falling onto your shoulder, “you remember how he treated you.”

Just as you were about to answer your friend, the door behind you opened. Yeosang stepped out of the cramped room and immediately met eyes with Soonyoung. Both men had a frown painted on their faces as they stared each other down. You decided to break the tense silence between the three of you, a strained smile on your lips as you waved your hands in front of you. “Yeah, Soonyoung,” you looked at said man with raised brows, “why were you looking for me?” Your friend smiled as he stepped aside, revealing Seonghwa.

Seonghwa’s lips pulled into a thin line as he looked at you, noticing your slightly disheveled look and swollen lips. “Hi, (Y/N),” he greeted sheepishly, a soft blush rising to his cheeks, almost going unnoticed by you, almost.

“I wasn’t expecting you here,” you said as you walked to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulder to pull him into a hug. “How are you?” you asked with a wide smile,

Seonghwa slowly wrapped his own arms around your midriff as he answered your question, “I’m good. Just a bit tired.” As you pulled away, he felt himself hesitate before letting you go. “I just wanted to ask,” he trailed off as he met Yeosang’s bored gaze, the blonde’s eyes boring through the angel’s skull. “I just wanted to ask if you had time after work, you know, to go out on a walk?” You felt your cheeks heat up as you smiled at Seonghwa.

Just as you were about to answer, Yeosang pushed you to the side, eyeing Seonghwa up and down. “No, she doesn’t have time after work.” Seonghwa’s eyes moved from your face to Yeosang’s, noticing the twitch of the muscles in your jaw. “So, if you would be nice enough and let (Y/N) do her job, that would make me very happy.” Yeosang’s heavy hand fell onto Seonghwa’s shoulder, squeezing tightly. “Go,” Yeosang mumbled as he slightly pushed you forward. With one last apologetic look over your shoulder, you waved Seonghwa goodbye.

Seonghwa sighed as he turned to Soonyoung, a soft smile on his lips. He noticed the glare Soonyoung sent to Yeosang before he turned to Seonghwa. “I guess I’ll see you around.” Seonghwa waved as he walked to the entry of the restaurant.

“I’m sorry, dude. Didn’t know she had any last minute plans.” Soonyoung waved back at Seonghwa, feeling bad that he had to experience this. “He fuckin’ likes her,” he mumbled as Seonghwa left the restaurant.

Seonghwa’s gaze never left the ground as he walked back into his apartment. What was I thinking? He felt his eyes sting a little, causing him to rub them furiously. A sigh fell from his lips as he felt his heart skip a few beats. What’s happening? Not even a few seconds later, he felt something warm run down his cold cheek. The tips of his fingers came up to swipe at his cheek, seeing nothing but a clear liquid staining his fingers. Tears? Since when could Seonghwa cry? And why was he crying? With a deep breath, Seonghwa rubbed all of the wetness away from his face and straightened again, taking long strides to his apartment.

Taking off his jacket and shoes, he walked into his living room, not even acknowledging the pink-haired angel sitting on his couch, Ayah in his lap. “Brother, finally home.” His brother greeted him, a smile stretched on San’s features. “How was it?” he asked, trailing off. “You know, asking (Y/N) out?” San’s smile widened as his brother turned around to face him, lips pulled into a tight line.

“She can’t go,” Seonghwa answered, a heavy sigh falling from his lips. Turning around, he filled water into his kettle, preparing tea for San and himself. “This guy there, I think it was her boyfriend or something, told me that she can’t, so I didn’t question it further.” He said, hearing the water boil in the kettle, a scoff leaving his lips.

“Humans are complicated creatures,” San said, standing up to walk over to his brother, jumping onto the counter and letting his legs dangle. “Brother,” San’s voice turned firm, almost even stern. “Be careful of her. The daughters of Eve are the majority in hell.” His hand fell onto Seonghwa’s shoulder, squeezing tightly.

“But the majority in heaven too, San. Don’t forget that.” A loud boisterous laugh echoed through the kitchen as San looked at his brother with a blinding smile.

It was already late. The sun had gone down and the sky was littered with stars, the moon shining upon the city. Seonghwa was sitting on his balcony, letting the cold wind blow through his hair. He let his head rest on the back of his chair with his eyes closed, enjoying the silence. Just as sleep was about to take him away from the moment, his phone went off. Quickly fishing it out of his hoodie’s pocket, he checked the caller ID. You. Seonghwa felt himself frown as he silenced your call, not wanting to talk to you right now. He didn't know if it was the right thing to do so, though. He kept eyeing his phone as you called. One missed call from (Y/N). Just as his phone turned off, it went off again. This time, though, it was a text message from you.

(y/n): i’m so sorry about today :(

(y/n): yeosang can be an asshole and i am really sorry if he was rude to you today. i would have loved to hang out with you but i don’t even think you want it because of that dumbass. and you even came to my workplace to ask :( and then this happened.

(y/n): again. i am so sorry and i hope we can hang out another time when you are free :)

Seonghwa let his phone fall back into his pocket, now wide awake. His heart was pounding against his ribcage as he thought about your texts. The way you went out of your way to apologize for something someone else did, feeling as if you were at fault. No, he could never blame you for what that guy did. As he thought about today’s events, your face flashed in front of his eyes. Your flushed face, swollen, and bitten lips. Staring at him with those innocent eyes. Truly an angel, he thought.

With a bolt, Seonghwa sat up, eyes wide. No, no, no, he couldn’t think of a human girl like that. None of Eve’s daughters were angels. The thought immediately left his mind as he let his head rest in his warm palm, elbows digging into his knee.

After a while, he stood up and went to his bedroom, letting himself sink into his bed. As soon as Seonghwa closed his eyes, darkness enveloped him and sleep overtook his consciousness.

“Seonghwa,” somebody called, her voice soft and smooth. “Seonghwa,” it sounded like she was near. “Seonghwa.” Said man turned around and saw a face he could recognize from miles away. “Hi,” you smiled sweetly at him, your arms finding his neck, pulling him into a hug.

Warm. You were warm against Seonghwa’s torso. Soft. Seonghwa felt your skin from underneath the flimsy shirt as he hugged you, his arms wrapping around your midriff. Sweet. You smelled sweet, like the flowers that bloomed in the gardens of heaven.

His eyes fluttered shut as he burrowed his nose into your neck, taking a deep breath of your sweet scent. Sighing into your neck, he tightened his hold on you, pulling you flush against him. Suddenly, he couldn’t feel the thin piece of cloth you had on anymore, his fingers touching your bare skin.

“Seonghwa,” you breathed, your warm breath fanning across the skin of his neck. A shiver ran through his body as he pressed himself closer to you, feeling every curve and dip of your torso. “Seonghwa,” you gasped, fingers tangling into his hair, pulling slightly. This pushed a soft groan out of Seonghwa’s lungs. “Wake up, Seonghwa.” He felt warmth engulfing him, making him breathe heavily into your neck. “You need to wake up.” With a hazy mind, he pulled away to look at you, your hands finding each side of his flushed face. He didn't dare look down, scared of what he might see. You softly pulled his face closer to yours, so close that he could feel your warm breath on his lips. “You need to wake up, Seonghwa.”

A spark went through his body as you ghosted your lips over his.

A gasp ripped itself out of Seonghwa’s lungs as his eyes hot open. Sweat trickling down his forehead, skin sticky and wet. He threw his blanket off of himself and sat up. His chest moved up and down as he breathed heavily, eyes wide. What did he just see?

He stood up on shaky legs, a soft groan leaving his lips as he felt an unfamiliar burn in his lower stomach, his hand touching the area. Finally stable, he walked to his bathroom, turning on the light just to see his disheveled reflection. His black hair was sticking to his forehead, wet strands falling in front of his eyes, skin flushed and hot. Walking to the faucet, he turned on the cold water. Slowly, he washed his face, arms, hands, and neck with the cold water, cooling down a bit.

He calmed down a bit, heart slowing down and breath evening out. With a deep sigh, he let himself slide onto the bathroom floor, elbows braced on each of his knees and face in his hands. Seonghwa closed his eyes, but not for long. The longer he had his eyes closed, the more pictures of your face flashed in front of his eyes.

A dry sob fell from Seonghwa’s plump lips, eyes fixed on that one spot on the ceiling. He felt warm tears run down his face as he sat there and sobbed into the quiet bathroom.

After a few minutes– which felt like hours to Seonghwa, he calmed down. Sobs turning into soft sniffles and hiccups. His eyelids felt heavy, hard to keep them open any longer. Without the intention, Seonghwa’s eyes fluttered shut, exhaustion engulfing him and pulling him into unconsciousness.

Seonghwa woke up to the blaring ringtone of his phone that was in his bedroom, a soft groan leaving his lips as he straightened his back. He felt like he couldn’t hold his head up because of how heavy it felt. One of his hands was rubbing the back of his sore neck as the other braced itself on the edge of the bathtub so he could stand up. With wobbly steps, he walked into his bedroom and looked at his ringing phone. Without checking who the person was that was calling, he picked up. “Hello?” he asked, voice groggy and laced with sleep.

“Seonghwa?” Oh no. No, no, no. Seonghwa felt his heart skip a beat as he sat down on his bed, a soft sigh leaving his lips at the feeling of his soft mattress. “Hi, I hope I’m not bothering.” Seonghwa’s breath hitched as he heard your worried tone, eyebrows pulling together.

“No, you aren’t. Don't worry.”

“Oh,” He blinked a few times, gaze fixed on his hand that was sitting on his thigh. “You don’t sound well,” you whispered as if your voice would disturb the man. “Is everything alright?”

Seonghwa felt his eyes sting again, tears pressing against the back of his eyes. “Yes, everything’s alright, I just didn’t sleep well.” Seonghwa’s lips curled into a soft smile as a single tear ran down his cheek.

“Ah, okay, then I won’t bother you anymore. Go to sleep,” he could basically hear the smile, “rest well.” With that you had hung up, leaving Seonghwa in the suffocating silence of his own four walls. He let his gaze fall onto the digital clock next to his bed. With a sigh, he let himself drop into his bed, pulling his heavy legs to his torso and closing his eyes.

Moans and groans flew through your apartment, clothes scattered across your floors as you and Yeosang pushed yourselves into your bedroom. A soft yelp fell from your lips as Yeosang pushed you onto your bed, crawling on top of you, his lips ghosting over the skin of your neck. You gulped as your hands found his hair, pulling him closer to your warm body, feeling his skin against yours. The alcohol running through your system isn’t making this any better. Every touch the blonde man laid on your skin ignited a desire in you nobody could describe. You both smelled like a mixture of expensive perfume and cologne, expensive whiskey, sweat,and weed, intoxicating your senses.

A moan left your bitten lips as Yeosang softly bit your shoulder, letting his hot tongue caress the sore spot, the marks he had left on your cleavage the other day still not gone. Heavy hands grabbed your hips and pushed you further into the bed, spreading your legs so he could situate him between them. One of his hands moved up to your neck, grabbing it, but not squeezing it, and pulled you up to slot his lips against yours, swallowing each moan and whimper he pulled out of you.

He breathed against your lips, letting his hand fall from your neck to one of your breasts, kneading and teasing your pierced nipple. “Love your piercings,” he whispered, pulling at your pierced nipple for good measure. His non-occupied hand fell to your cunt, fingers tracing your lips and weeping hole. “Fuck,” Yeosang chuckled as his finger prodded at your hole, “so wet already.” He felt you clench as his finger pushed inside, the familiar warm walls engulfing it.

Your arms wrapped around his shoulder as you breathed heavily against his neck, hips squirming to gain some type of simulation. “Yeosang,” you whined, “don’t tease.” You heard him chuckle when he started moving his finger, thrusting in and out of you, curling it perfectly to hit your sweet spot. Your eyes fell shut as you let yourself get consumed by the burning pleasure he was giving you. At a particular sharp thrust of the man’s hand, you choked on your own moans, whining lowly into his neck.

Yeosang sped up his movements as he was aiming for that spot again and again, making you see stars. A choked sob left your lips as he added another finger, his thumb falling onto your swollen clit.

“Are you gonna cum, baby? Hm,” he asked, breathless, “I know you’re close, princess. Come on, cum on my fingers. Show me how good you can be.” His deep voice mixed with his filthy words made you moan loudly as your thighs started trembling, the knot in your stomach pulling tight before it finally snapped. “Just like that,” he mumbled, laying soft kiss on your neck and shoulders, finger-fucking you through your orgasm. After you came down from your high, Yeosang flipped both of you over so you were straddling his hips and he was leaning against your headboard. A smirk was evident on his features as he was looking at the marks he had left, warm fingers slowly tracing them. His free hand went to your bedside drawer and pulled it open, revealing the condoms you had stored. Ripping the foil open, he quickly rolled the condom over and pulled you into a heated kiss as you adjusted your hips so you were positioned right on top of his dick. You shuddered as you slowly inched down on his cock, a soft sigh escaping your lips. Yeosang let his head fall back and hit the headboard.

You leaned back, bracing your hands on Yeosang’s knees as you had your way with him. Moving your hips against his to your heart's contents.

Yeosang’s hands were occupied with your bouncing breasts, fondling and kneading them as he watched you fuck yourself on him. He loved it when you rode him, especially when you were both tipsy. His dark eyes followed your hand as you took one of his and moved it towards your cunt. Taking the hint, Yeosang started rubbing your clit, pulling moans and whimpers out of you. “Fuck, Yeosang, don’t stop.”

“I won’t stop, princess,” he said breathlessly, stomach tightening as he felt his orgasm nearing. “(Y/N), I’m gonna cum. Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he whined, his own hips bucking to fuck into you. A loud whine echoed through the room as you sped up your movements, chasing your own high. Yeosang puts more pressure onto your clit, causing you to lurch forward and fall onto his chest. The blonde took this as an opportunity and wrapped his arms around you, fucking up into you.

You moaned into Yeosang’s neck as you came, shivering as hot pleasure overtook your senses. Yeosang wasn’t far behind, after a few thrusts into your warm cunt, he came into the condom, still softly rutting into you. As you try to regain your breath, you let your arms fall to your sides, exhaustion slowly eating away at you. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up.”

No matter how much you hated Yeosang, you would still risk it for him, which wasn’t exactly the best idea someone would have.

A little over a week has passed since you last heard from Seonghwa, and fucked Yeosang.

“What is it with that long face?” Soonyoung nudged your shoulder as he walked past you, giving the order he just wrote down to the cook. “Is it Yeosang? Did he do something?” You heard Soonyoung’s tone get sharper when he mentioned your ex. Pursing your lips, you slowly shook your head. Your friend’s shoulders dropped as his gaze softened, draping an arm over your shoulder. “C’mon, you can tell me, you know that.”

With a deep sigh, you turned to Soonyoung, eyes anywhere but his. “I don’t know. Since that Yeosang incident a few days ago Seonghwa hasn’t called me or even opened the chat when I texted him a few days ago. I fucked up.” You let your head hang as you sighed again.

Soonyoung’s hands fell onto your shoulders, making you look up at him. “Don’t say that,” he said sternly, slightly squeezing your shoulders. “None of this was your fault.” A soft chuckle left your lips as you hugged your friend, arms wrapped around his neck as he pulled you deeper into his embrace. A loud exhale left your lungs as you entered your apartment, letting the heavy bag on your shoulder slide down and hit the ground in a loud thud. Locking the door behind you, you walked into the living room, putting the plastic bag that had your dinner in it on the small coffee table. You sat down and grabbed the remote, switching multiple channels until one slightly caught your attention. While you were watching TV as you ate your food, most of your attention was on the food rather than the TV and the door. The door? You quickly turned the TV off and sat in silence, the bite you had in your mouth sitting there, unchewed, as you tried to listen to the door. Ring! You quickly swallowed the food, hitting against your chest as it refused to go down, and walked to the front door. Looking through the peep-hole you saw a very familiar face.

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