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lisired · 1 year ago

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where angels fear to tread

pairing: jaehyun x (f) reader

genre/warnings: fwb to lovers, fluff, implied smut, angst

summary: Three years ago, you had a summer fling with Jung Jaehyun, and what was simply sex turned into more after you caught feelings for him. Then, you find out he has a girlfriend, and decide to call it quits. Three years later, he's back in town, trying to come back in your life, and most importantly trying to come back into your heart, but you're a little hesitant to let him.

word count: 14.5k

a/n: i think this was my first jaehyun fic? LOL… as always, feedback is appreciated!

“Not fair.”

“It’s very much fair, Jaemin.”

“How come the blueberry head gives you shit on the house? I asked him for a free coffee and he told me the only way I was getting coffee for free was if he splashed it on my face. Very unprofessional. I demand the manager.”

You want to tell him that the manager would just suck up to Taeyong in private because the customer is always wrong, but something in you tells you to be quiet.

“Saved his life,” you shrug, digging a fork into your pie.

“Saved his life?” Jaemin repeats, wide-eyed, “you just said that like it was the most normal thing ever.”

“I don’t think he would have actually died,” you mutter, but decide to tell the tale anyway, “You remember when I told you I was taking a two-week vacation out of town because Yeri invited me and some of her friends to her stepdad’s beach house?” Jaemin nods, “Well Taeyong was one of those friends. Saved him from drowning in the pool, and ever since he thinks he owes me his life, so he gives me a lifetime worth of stuff on the house.”

You consider Jaemin your best friend, although him not physically being with you for the past two years was the reason why he’s unaware of some minor details of your life during those years. Of course, he knew about the vacation—you had so much fun that you told him nearly every damn detail of it—but there was still some things you kept to yourself. Such as how you saved Taeyong from drowning. You thought that you’d look like a praise-seeker for bringing that up anyway.

You scan the room for Taeyong (the blueberry head) and once your eyes find him, you wave and wink. He waves back and smiles bashfully, before tending to one of his customers. You also think that Taeyong might have a little crush on you, but that’s not relevant at the moment.

“Oh wow. I guess not all heroes wear capes. Some heroes wear pie crumbs on their mouths.”

You wipe the corner of your mouth with a napkin then squeeze it into a ball to throw at Jaemin, making him gasp dramatically and start rambling about how you shouldn’t treat the best friend you haven’t seen in two years like this, but the chime of the cafe door distracts you. Your face falls in horror, and you’re still as a statue as it all races back. The pain, the memories, the emotions, everything you gave him that you can’t take back.

“I have to go,” you say, but Jaemin grabs your wrist.

His voice is filled to the brim with concern, “What’s wrong?”

Where you do even start? You sigh, ducking your head on the table in an attempt to cover your face the best that you can. The past is intertwining with the present and you do not enjoy it one bit. Fortunately, he sits away from you and doesn’t seem to acknowledge your presence in the room, but it’s just your luck that for the first time you’re seeing him in almost two years, he chooses to show up right here, right now.

“See that guy that just walked in?”

Jaemin nods with reluctance, subtly scanning said guy with his eyes, “Yeah, what about him?”

With a deep breath, you brace yourself for uncovering a part of your past that you’d rather keep ancient history, “Remember that fling I told you about from the vacation? That was him. And I never told you this, but we didn’t exactly end on the best of terms. I called it quits when I found out that he had a girlfriend.”

Another one of the vay-cay details that you kept to yourself. Technically, you did tell him about the fling, but it was nothing too specific aside from the fact that you were getting dicked down. You never told him about the way things abruptly ended, and you sure as hell never told him that you caught feelings for a cheater.

Jaemin’s face falls, and you’re not sure why. You think that he’s offended because you never told him about something so huge (and he is, but the two of you have bigger fish to fry at the moment so he decides it best to complain later).

Eyebrows furrowed, you ask, “What’s wrong?”

“Jaehyun is…” he pauses, and your lips part to ask how he knows his name until, “Jaehyun is my roommate.”

If you had the energy, you would sigh. Of course, Jaehyun also happens to move back in town and ultimately transfer back into your college for the second semester. You had to be a criminal in your past life, what else could you have possibly done to deserve something like this?

Taeyong walks over to your table, wearing a discontent frown, “Jaehyun’s here, do you want me to distract him so that you can leave without him noticing?”

“No way the blueberry head knew about this before me.” Ah, there it goes.

Taeyong glares, but he doesn’t say anything, instead locking his eyes on you to catch your response and his face softens when he does.

“Please,” you sigh in relief, “Thanks Tae, you’re a lifesaver.”

Taeyong smiles at the weight of your words, “It’s the least I could do. Now you two get out of here.”

It isn’t something that you need to be told twice, Taeyong goes to distract Jaehyun and you two bolt the fuck out of there. Though even out of sight, Jaehyun isn’t out of mind. In the beginning you knew it was nothing serious, Jaehyun had other girls that he fucked. But the fact that he was cheating on some poor, innocent girl was more then you could handle, and it would be selfish of you to risk getting caught up in that mess.

For a while, you and Jaemin ride in near silence. It’s your car, but he claims you aren’t in the right headspace to drive and you didn’t argue. You don’t feel the best at the moment.

“Is this a bad time to invite you to my roommate’s Summer Break Kick-off party this Friday,” Jaemin asks over the radio, his voice cutting through the SHINee song playing lowly.

“Kinda,” you snort. “Is he coming?”

“Probably, yeah. I mean, he was invited. But my roommate’s other house is pretty big it’s been forever since we last partied.”

You blink. Why does your roommate…

“Don’t question it. I don’t know either.”

You fight the urge to laugh. Instead, you weigh out the pros and cons. Technically, you and Jaemin could always find another place to party if you wanted to so bad, and even if the house was big, there’s still a fair chance of you running into the one man you dread ever seeing again. You aren’t too sure if that’s something that you’re ready to risk right now.

You sigh again, pressing your face against the car window. “I’ll think about it.”

You haven’t stepped foot in a place this expensive-looking since Yeri invited you on that little summer vacation to her stepdad’s beach house (two years ago.)

Jaemin somehow managed to convince you to show up by pinky promising to do a week’s worth of your assignments next semester, and you’d be a fool for turning that offer down. It isn’t clear from the outside, but academically Jaemin is sharp. So now, you’re searching for Jaemin in a sea full of red plastic cups. He was right, the house is humongous, and now you’re really beginning to question why someone with this kind of fortune at their fingertips lives with three presumably broke college students.

At least they’re playing SHINee. That way you can sing along to your favorite boy band while you simultaneously search for your best friend.

It might be harder for him to spot you. You chose to wear something dull, deciding against standing out too much just in case Jaehyun wanted confrontation, so looking for you is like searching for a needle in a haystack. You two could have just spent the night karaoking with Jaemin in your living room just like the good ‘ole days, for heavens sake.

Na Jaemin, when I find you, you groan. He doesn’t answer your calls or texts, and just for this you should make him do your homework for two weeks. Three if you bump into Jaehyun. You stop at an empty spot to catch your breath.

“God, what are these guys’ parents? The CEO’s of Samsung?” you mutter, to yourself.

“Aw, so close.”

Not expecting an actual answer, you jump and turn in the direction of the voice. You find a tall, handsome man smiling at you. His teeth are so white that it looks like he eats Colgate for breakfast.

“Kai, I’m the host of the party,” he grins, yet then his expression falters, “do I know you from somewhere?”

“I was thinking the same thing!” You laugh, analyzing his face. He does look a bit familiar.

You tell him your name, and the way he repeats it once more then blinks a few times concerns you a little. It’s not that you have a bad reputation, but did he know you from something bad?

His eyes widen. “You’re Johnny’s ex-girlfriend.”

That, you are. Back in high school you and Johnny dated for some time, broke up after a while since you drifted apart from one another, but agreed to stay friends so you’re both cool. You’re relieved that’s all, but you still don’t remember where you know Kai from, and you’re almost one-hundred percent sure it isn’t high school. You don’t even think you went two to the same high school.

“That’s me,” you confirm with a nod, “I still don’t know where I remember you from, though.”

If this were a cartoon, Kai would have a thought bubble above his head, and moments later it would transform into a lightbulb, “Are you friend’s with Yeri?” he guesses, and you nod, “she’s my step-sister. She probably told you about me.”

Oh. Well now the dots are connecting. Yeri did in fact tell you about him, mentioning that his family is the one her mom married into when explaining how filthily rich she became—because her brand new step-dad is indeed a CEO.

You make an O with your mouth, “Small world.”

“I know, right?” Kai, or as you know him from Yeri (also why you didn’t recognize him immediately), Jongin, laughs, “Care to dance?”

At that, you frown, “I’d love to, but I should really find Jaemin. He’s my best friend and we’re supposed to be spending time together because he just moved back in town recently.”

Kai looks a little sad by the rejection but handles it well, nodding in understanding, “Good luck. Last time I saw him he was over there,” he points, “losing a drinking game.”

That could mean nothing good. That meant wherever he was, Jaemin was more than likely going to be shitfaced by the end of the night. You sigh internally, almost wishing he’d go back to being the shy and introverted boy you knew in high school.

You met Jaemin in your sophomore year, at a party his friends forced him to go to, and you had a couple of mutual friends, but until then you two were nothing more than strangers. Speaking of which, that’s how you bonded, even though it was a fight getting him to say more than five words at a time. You were sure your friends Sicheng and Yuta had a thing for each other, whereas he hadn’t suspected a thing. So you made a bet, and only a couple minutes later, they were found making out against a wall. He owed you 50 bucks.

When Jaemin is still no where to be find, you’re ready to cave in to defeat. You feel like you’re in a maze, walking around in circles and it shows in the ache in your feet. You’re about to give up and turn around, until you walk into something, or someone, and all audible to you is the sound of splashing before someone yells shit, I’m sorry!

Oh, you’ll make sure they’re sorry. You’re not sure what you should focus on. How your top is now soaked, or how familiar their voice is. Until you look back up and see a walking, breathing and unfortunately talking, nightmare.

He calls out your name.

Like before, you turn and walk away.

He says it again, louder, and follows you.

“I don’t want to talk to you, Jaehyun.”

Still, he tails behind you like a lost puppy, despite you obviously trying to stay far, far away, “Can’t you hear me out? It’s been two years.”

“Two very peaceful years,” you stop dead in your tracks and finally turn to face him. It hurts you to look at his face, because the memories wash over you like waves, yet you do it anyways. You want to show him that you’re strong without him, not weakness and vulnerability, “and I told you two years ago that I want nothing to do with you.”

Jaehyun’s no good for you, you know that. You know that all he’s ever wanted to do is get inside your pants, that he’s never cared for you. So why are you tempted to hear him out?

No, you refuse, you will not let nostalgia win you over. That’s all it is. You miss what you had, but you don’t know if you miss him as a person.

“At least let me help you dry your shirt, it’s my fault that it’s ruined,” he tries again, but you’re hell-bent on making him feel as miserable as he did you.

“No.”

“Y/n—”

“No means no, Jaehyun,” another voice cuts in, and while it isn’t the one you’ve been looking for, you’re thankful nonetheless. Beside you stands Kai, tall, angry, and intimidating, “you gonna make her tell you to fuck off?”

Jaehyun glances at you, and you see the emotion in his eyes, but you don’t fall for them. Not anymore. He’s already caused your heart to feel enough pain that you can’t bother to try and carry the burden that is his own. So he gives up and walks off, finally leaving you alone.

And you let out an exhausted breath.

“Show’s over, mind your business,” Kai tells the audience you hadn’t even known formed, and not willing to risk going against him, everyone returns to their previous activity. He looks at you, and all the anger is washed with concern. “You okay?”

Are you okay? You don’t know anymore. Nostalgia is kicking your ass, and though you try not to think about him, you can’t help but reminisce.

“Yeah,” you say, but you’re not too sure. “Thanks. A lot.”

Kai shrugs, “No biggie. Do you think you and Yeri match sizes? You can use the bathroom in my bedroom to change because no one’s dumb enough to go in there.”

You sigh in relief. Chivalry isn’t dead. “Yes. Thank you.”

Kai leads you upstairs to Yeri’s room, or at least the one she stays in when she’s here, and let’s you choose a shirt. It isn’t an easy decision with Yeri being the epitome of fashion, but you pick quickly to spare Kai’s time, even though he tells you that he doesn’t mind. He then takes you to the bathroom in his room because according to him, Yeri’s one is under repair.

Even though Kai is guarding the door with his life and you know he wouldn’t just barge in there without your say-so, you lock the door. You meet your gaze in the mirror, eyeing yourself closely. Everyone is insecure sometimes, but after things ended between you and Jaehyun, you were extremely self-conscious for months.

To anyone who had never been in your shoes, it might’ve made more sense than anything for you to feel better about yourself knowing that even though Jaehyun had a girl, he kept coming back to you. Yet who’s to say you were the only one? To this day, you’re still convinced that the only reason he keeps trying to win you back is because him losing you plus you being the one to end it put a major dent in his ego.

You hate that he had that kind of power over you, to the point where he made you hate yourself. You hate that a man like him made you cry so many goddamn tears and now he expects you to dry his own.

Reminding yourself that Kai is waiting, you tear your gaze from your own before tears have the chance to spill, and wipe yourself dry so that you can put on your - or Yeri’s - shirt. Now that you think about it, it’s too cute to return. You might take it. She’s too rich to notice, and even if she does, she’s still rich. She can easily replace it.

Kai greets you with a smile as you step back inside his room, and you find yourself smiling back at him. He’s been treating you so kindly this whole time, and now that you think about it, you’ve never heard a single bad thing about the man. Yeri clearly doesn’t mention him very often, but it’s never been anything bad when she does, and even when Jaemin was telling you about his roommates, he described Kai as “the funny one that called his mom a lot.”

“Ready to join the party?”

And then you frown. “I don’t know.”

Kai quirks a brow, “Well don’t tell me you look this good just to not show yourself off.”

Amused, you scoff. Kai’s been smooth from the beginning, yet now he’s unabashedly flirting with you. “Are you flirting with me, Kim Jongin?”

Confusion spells itself out on his face. You have never once said his name tonight, and the one time you do, it’s his government. “How do you know my name?”

“Yeri,” you shrug, “but if you want me to just call you Kai then I understand.”

“Well, usually I reserve my real name for my close friends and family,” he grins, and God he looks devilishly handsome when he does, “but it sounds so nice on your tongue that I’ll make an exception.”

It’s painfully obvious that you don’t know how to react, eyes a little round and your lips parting, yet nothing coming from in between. It makes Jongin laugh.

“And yes, I was flirting with you,” he winks, “but anyways, if you really don’t wanna go back out there, which is totally fine, we can just chill in here. You seem like a nice person, and I’d like to get to know you.”

“Get to know me?” You quip, finding enough balance to play into his game after being knocked down by his charm briefly, “or my body?”

He arches a brow in amusement. “That feels like a trick question.”

You shrug. “Be honest. I might feel the same way.”

Maybe it’s a good thing that tonight didn’t go as planned. Kai’s had you since the moment he introduced himself, and it seems every five minutes he gets better.

“Well, I don’t see why I can’t multitask,” He purrs, taking your words as an invitation. An invitation that he was accepting.

You giggle. He eyes you gently, noticing the way you slowly inch closer to him, “I like you.”

It’s an initiation, turning the keys and putting the car in drive, and you want to see if Jongin will take the wheel. And it seems that to your fortune, he does.

“Guess it’s a good thing I like you, too.” Jongin chuckles, and he’s so close. You can feel his breath on your skin, tickling your neck, and it makes something in you crawl with arousal.

And the gap between you closes.

You already liked Kai last night, but you definitely like him this morning.

You woke up to the smell of pancakes and bacon, and not just any kind of pancakes, but chocolate chip pancakes, your favorite. If anything can make you like someone, it’s chocolate chip pancakes.

“How’d you know chocolate chip was my fave?” you giggle, not expecting a serious response, but after the whole scenario with him yesterday, you should have already known he would have one.

“Yerim’s told me about you, too, you know,” Jongin replies, “It wasn’t even too long ago, it was winter break. We were all staying at my dad’s house for a couple of days, and she invited you over one morning. Everyone was gone but me and her when I went downstairs, and I saw her making chocolate chip pancakes. It blew me, because she’s an avid hater of chocolate. Then she told me they were for her best friend, because you love them, and after last night I learned that the best friend in question happened to be you.”

You and Jongin learned a lot about one another last evening. After you had sex, you didn’t expect to hit it off like you did, yet you spent a great deal of the night talking on his silk sheets. For starters, he’s a wonderful man. Funny, polite, respectful, thoughtful, caring, and he has an amazing personality. The sole flaw you could find in him was that he likes Hawaiian pizza. What kind of sick person enjoys Hawaiian pizza?

And you fell asleep in his arms. It was perfect, almost too good to be true. You considered the possibility of a relationship with him, you enjoyed his company and he was shameless to admit that he enjoyed yours. And yet still, you couldn’t help but think of Jaehyun.

The way he had also made you feel the same way, all those years ago. How he never fucked you and then shoved you away, but he talked to you until the sun came up, or spooned you to sleep. It was ridiculous, and you can’t believe that one encounter with Jaehyun had you acting like a teenager in love for the first time again. Not to mention the encounter in question was horrible. Jaehyun isn’t good for you, but for some reason your heart seems to still want him.

“If you want know so bad, just ask.”

“What?” Kai blinks, unaware that you’ve noticed the way he looks at you, not just now but ever since that encounter with Jaehyun. The longing in his eyes to say something, yet he resisted.

“I know you’re curious about me and Jaehyun,” truth be told, it isn’t just for him, but for you. Maybe if you remind yourself of what Jaehyun’s done to you, hear it aloud, you’ll snap out of it and shake this weird feeling. “So go ahead. Ask.”

Jongin’s surprised at how well you read him, and you can only hope that he doesn’t read you just as well.

“I figured you didn’t want to talk about it, and I didn’t want to overstep my boundaries.” How utterly Kai of him. And honestly, he’s right. You don’t want to, but at this point it’s a need.

“It’s okay,” you assure.

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

“If you don’t want to talk about it, then that’s okay, you know. I understa—”

“Kim Jongin,” you say, and he pauses, a part of being because he still hasn’t gotten used to you calling him by his government name, yet he loves it when you do, “I am not about to beg you to ask me. I promise you, it’s alright.”

Jongin hesitates, but gives in reluctantly, “Okay, so… what happened for Jaehyun to be so intent on talking to you last night? Break-up?”

“Not really,” you say, trying to keep your voice level and flat. You weren’t the girl Jaehyun was in a relationship with, “It wasn’t a romantic relationship. Just sex, no strings attached.”

Jongin nods, “Ah, so a fling?”

“Mm-hm. I met him when Yeri invited her best friends to your dad’s beach house for a fun summer vacation during break. We hit it off well and it wasn’t much longer that he had me in his sheets. It really was fun, so we agreed to keep fucking around. And then some months later, I found out he had a girlfriend the whole time.”

He makes an understanding face, familiar with Yeri’s Pal-Cations (as she likes to call them.)

“Yerim didn’t tell you he was dating someone?”

“No one knew about us. He wanted to keep things secret,” you chuckle softly, “and that’s when I found out why.”

Silence falls over Jongin, and you sit there and let him ponder. Being able to say it all like this makes it seem so simple, and perhaps it should be. Jaehyun fucked up, and you owe him nothing. If he broke up with his girlfriend, maybe things would have been different, but he didn’t and that’s why he should leave you alone.

“Do you think he’s changed?” You shouldn’t ask. It doesn’t matter what Kai thinks, he doesn’t know Jaehyun like you do and he hasn’t known him for nearly as long. His opinion doesn’t matter.

Kai blinks. “I mean, you know what they say. Once a cheater, always a cheater.”

“But I’m asking for your opinion.”

You’ve never seen Kai so speechless. He’s always had something on the tip of his tongue, always. That’s when you consider that you’re probably dumping a shit ton of unwarranted info on him, especially since you had to practically coerce him into even asking you about Jaehyun. Before you have the chance to apologize, he answers.

“I don’t know him nearly as well as you probably do, but from what I’ve seen in the past 2 weeks, he’s nothing like some stupid, immature fuck boy. He carries himself well, cracks his jokes but he’s respectful and doesn’t push his limits, and I’ve never seen him with a girl,” Jongin says. “Come to think of it, he’s single. The boys discussed our dating situations and relationship statuses just so that we wouldn’t be surprised if we got up in the middle of the night and saw some stranger. Said he was single and wasn’t looking for sex.”

And you sigh in defeat, because the only thing that’s changed about Jaehyun according to that description is that he’s apparently single now and isn’t looking for sex.

Or maybe he was some stupid, immature fuckboy. You don’t know. And ever since you found out about her, you haven’t been sure if you’ve ever known him like you thought you did. You haven’t been sure about anything.

“Do you want him back?”

The questions catchs you off-guard. It isn’t exactly new, but you’ve never had anyone ask you this other than yourself. It’s all that you can think about. Do you really want him back? Or do you just miss what you had? What if it’s both?

“I don’t know,” you answer. And trust, you’ve been thinking about it since that whole ordeal at the café Monday. Even if you do, you shouldn’t. You don’t know Jaehyun’s motive, and there are plenty of other guys that can provide you everything he was giving you. One is literally looking you dead in the eye. He’s replaceable, you tell yourself. You don’t need him.

But that sure as hell has nothing to do with you wanting him.

“You don’t know?” Kai lifts his brow, “Or are you simply in denial?”

You feel like he’s your therapist, and the thought almost makes you laugh. Everything reminds you of Jaehyun. How sometimes, you’d play therapist for each other after you had sex, either directly afterwards or in the morning like now. It was so much more than sex, you think. To you, anyways. And that’s likely how you caught feelings.

Oh, dear god.

Even after two years, maybe those feelings you had for him still linger.

“I realized something,” you really don’t have to say anything, it’s written all over your face.

Jongin makes the conclusion, “You want him.”

Slowly, you nod. You think that you shouldn’t, but you do, and Jongin was right about you being in denial. You guess he really does read you just as well as you do him.

“I’m not gonna sit here and tell you what you should or shouldn’t do because it’s your choice to make at the end of the day, but let’s take everything into account,” Jongin starts, voice sterner than it’s been all morning, “I’m not saying age is an excuse, but he was eighteen. All eighteen-year-old boys are stupid. Take it from someone who’s been there. But he’s twenty-one now, and it’s been years. That’s plenty enough time for him to grow and change.”

You nod along. That’s true, and while you could never be too careful because who’s to say he’s changed, who’s to say he hasn’t?

Kai adds, “If you want to take the risk, take it. If you don’t, then don’t. He made an inexcusable mistake. But he’s human, and all humans make mistakes. You dont owe him anything, especially not forgiveness, but be a little open-minded.”

The decision is yours. You can hear Jaehyun out and try to salvage your relationship, or you can continue to shut him out. You don’t owe him a second chance, but god, you must admit that you’ve always secretly longed to give him one, just so that you could go back to what you had.

Whenever you contemplate giving him a second chance, you think about her. You try to put yourself in her shoes, wondering how she must’ve felt, if she ever knew that the man she loved was fucking around with another woman. Maybe that’s how they broke up. Days ago, the thought would have made you run further and further away from him. But now, it’s almost like you’re rooted in place, bumping into dead-ends.

If you were her, you’d be unforgiving. But you’re not her, you never will be her, and that makes you want to be a little more selfish.

That makes you want him.

“Thanks, Kai,” you say, truly grateful to have his unbiased opinion. Usually you wouldn’t trust people you met less than twenty-four hours ago with your personal business, but all the shit you and Kai exchanged last night makes you willing to permit an exception. And then, you feel bad because even after the kind things he’s done for you since last night, he’s still sitting here advising you on your complicated you-problems. “And I’m so sorry for dumping all my problems on you, you’ve been so sweet and the least I could do—”

“Hey, no worries. If you ever need to talk, I’m here,” Kai interjects, “and if you want me to do a bit of snooping around…”

You shake your head. “No way. You’ve already done enough for me, and I don’t want you to get caught up in my drama. I can handle it.”

“Sure, you can. But I don’t want a girl like you to wind up heartbroken, especially over a possible jackass, and at very least you should see if you can trust him before you, well, trust him,” As though he can sense you about to object, he adds, “No buts. I’m going to keep a few tabs on him and alert you if there’s anything suspicious.”

You sigh, and don’t argue because it’s obvious he isn’t changing his mind. You’re grateful.

You smile. “Thank you.”

“Of course. And if he breaks your heart, I’m here.”

You scoff, “Flirting with me again, Kim Jongin?”

“Oh, baby,” he growls, “Keep saying my name like that and I’ll make you forget he ever existed.”

Ten minutes ago, that would have been tempting. But now you know what you want, and you’re determined to have it.

Yeri thinks it’s a bad idea.

Taeyong thinks it’s terrible idea.

Jaemin thinks you’ve had better ideas, but he’s willing to cooperate nonetheless.

“I don’t get it,” Taeyong shakes his head, “That guy broke your heart.”

“He wasn’t trying to,” you mutter.

“And he still did, that’s the crazy part.”

“It was two years ago. To be fair, all of us were stupid at eighteen.”

“Not all of us were cheating on our partners with a girl we met on summer break, though,” Taeyong quips, incredulous that he’s even having this discussion with you. You’ve always been on the same page, what changed?

You groan, “God, Taeyong. Sure, he cheated. Duh, he was in the wrong. But it wasn’t me that he cheated on and it’s not like we were ever in a relationship. He couldn’t have known how I felt about him when I did everything in my power to hide my feelings. And what if he’s changed?”

“And what if he hasn’t?” Taeyong retorts quickly.

The silence in the room is deadly. Taeyong can’t believe that he’s having to talk some sense into you, all while your other two friends sit quietly observing your argument. Is he the only one thinking around here? Why aren’t they helping?

Then, Yeri speaks up from the other side of the room, “Instead of arguing, let’s just put Jaehyun to the test.”

“And how do you plan on going about that?” Taeyong grumbles.

“Letting her talk to him, dimwit, how else?” Yeri rolls her eyes, “I know that you probably think that allowing him within a ten-foot radius of her is going to break her heart, but you’re greatly underestimating my best friend’s strength. She isn’t stupid, she can identify red flags.”

“Ease up on the fighting words,” Jaemin chuckles, “but I dunno, Yeri’s right. The only way she’ll know if he’s changed is to see for herself. If she notices anything odd, she can give him the boot. It’s not rocket science.”

You glance at Taeyong. Truthfully, you don’t need his permission, and both of you know that. But it would be nice to feel validated by your best friends, especially the overprotective one.

Taeyong glances back at you, and his expression softens. He’s always had a soft spot for you, and it’s hard to tell you no. Plus, he doesn’t want to be the token villain when everyone else is telling you to go for it. To chase what you want.

And in all honesty, Taeyong wishes he could chase what he wants. But the last thing he is is selfish, so maybe now is the time he lets you go.

Finally, he groans, “Alright, fine. Whatever. Talk to Jaehyun, see if he’s really ready to commit. But if this guy breaks your heart, I’m going to quote-unquote accidentally spill the hottest coffee on his face, just to give him a taste of the fire that is hell, where he will burn for eternity.”

Jaemin shivers, having flashbacks to the first time he spoke to Taeyong, “You love a good coffee threat, don’t you? So many fighting words.”

Taeyong doesn’t reply, just glares at Jaemin sharply.

“Hostile, but I’m with him,” Yeri nods, “Mark my words, that man will die a slow, painful death if he makes one more mistake.”

“Yep!” Jaemin agrees, “Don’t worry, babes. We got your back.”

At that, you smile. Your friends are on your side. Now, here comes the real trouble.

Mustering the ability to talk to Jaehyun.

Fortunately, Yerim’s annual Pal-Cation was right around the corner, and would extend until the end of the week.

Last year, Jaehyun didn’t attend.

Correction: he wasn’t invited.

Yeri and Jaehyun haven’t been on amazing terms since she became aware of everything, which put a dent in their relationship. This year, she’s invited him in favor of playing Cupid.

You’re a little nervous, anxious about being in the same space as Jaehyun for more than three minutes after all these years. You’re scared and you’re not sure of what, because if Jaehyun’s really as changed as he implies he is, the result should be predictable.

Then again, you don’t really know Jaehyun’s reason for wanting to talk to you, and that makes you all the more panicked. Of course, he wants you to hear him out, but what does he want to come out of that? A second chance? At what?To you, your relationship was so much more than sex. But what if it wasn’t to him? What if he just wants to get inside your pants?

“Girl, please,” Jaemin scoffs, crashing against your hotel bed like he owns the place. He’s in comfortable awe, and probably wouldn’t think twice if someone told him the beds were made out of marshmallows, “you were defending his life choices like yesterday—god damn, these beds are soft—and now you’re having second thoughts? Since when do you back down from things?”

You throw a pillow at him, “I was not defending him!”

“I talked to him earlier, when he asked me if I was sure about wanting him here,” Yeri states, sitting on the seat in front of the mirror. “Told him that there’s no way in hell he’d be here right now if I didn’t want him to be. He laughed and promised me he wouldn’t do anything stupid, and I told him know, because if he does do something stupid it’s off with his motherfuckin’ head.”

Jaemin smiles, satisfied, “Yeah, that should do it. I’d be scared half to death, you could probably pay someone to kill him and no one would suspect a thing.”

“Enough about killing him,” you grimace, “I’m just, I dunno, nervous, I guess. What if he just wants to get in my pants?”

“Guess you better go found out, and tonight is the perfect opportunity. I reserved the pool, so we have the entire area to ourselves until midnight.”

“Yeah, and that wouldn’t be too bad anyways. When was the last time you got laid?” Jaemin adds.

You sneer and flip him off, “For your information, I got laid at that party Friday night when you left me for dead to go get drunk. And that’s why your ass was hungover. And Yeri, you never told me that your step-brother was so fucking hot.”

Yeri exclaims, “You slept with Jongin?”

“You slept with her brother?”

And that’s where you conclude that you’ve overshared, and it’s time for everyone to have some time to themselves, “Alright, everybody out,” you push and pull them both out, until they’re standing outside your door, “I’ll see you guys tonight.”

Then you shut the door, and lie on your bed, sighing with comfort. Jaemin’s right, the beds really are comfortable. You’re feeling drowsy already and decide to rest your eyes. There’s hours until it’s Pool Time.

Pool Time comes faster than you wished.

You’re antsy, but Yeri has SHINee’s Punch Drunk Love playing, so you feel more at ease. It also serves as a reminder that you’re going to need a drink or two to get through the night.

It doesn’t help that you had a dream about Jaehyun while you were trying to rest your eyes, about the night when you first you met him. You were at Yeri’s step-father’s beach house, and the dream was specifically when you made out in the middle of the pool. I’ll never let you drown, baby. You shake the memory away.

You glance around, and see everyone’s here. Yeri’s talking to her friend Mark who obviously has a crush on her, Jaemin’s engaging in conversation with Taeyong who for once doesn’t look like he wants to rip Jaemin’s head off, Yeri’s other friends are playing in the pool, and—Jaehyun.

Jaehyun’s seated at the bar, looking dead at you, which is exactly where you need to be but your lunch and your stomach seem to not be getting along suddenly. You tear your gaze, and glance back at Yeri. You need her help, one last push or words of encouragement, but you’re not selfish enough to interrupt Mark’s attempts at flirting with your friend and getting some.

Well fuck, you groan. You’re all alone this time, and deciding you look stupid standing there by yourself, you march to the bar and hoist yourself on the stool beside Jaehyun, ignoring the increasing speed of your heartbeat. It doesn’t help that this place only has two barstools.

“What can I get you, sweetheart?” The bartender asks you. She’s pretty, got long dark hair and a nice face. You wonder if Jaehyun flirting with her is the reason she’s been smiling so hard since before you sat down, trying to stifle a giggle.

And you frown at your own thoughts. Leave it to you to automatically assume the worst.

“No idea. Suprise me,” you sigh, and with a nod she gets to work.

It’s difficult, more like impossible to ignore Jaehyun’s presence beside you. He isn’t saying anything, isn’t doing anything as far as you can tell without looking at him, but the knowledge that he’s there has you on your toes.

The bartender brings back your drink, tells you to enjoy and you say thank you before having a taste. You need this before you dare say a word to him.

And then he dare speaks, “Hi.”

You can feel your heart racing and you don’t know why, but you do know that you don’t like it. There’s no reason to feel like this, you heard Jaehyun talk at the party. You somehow manage to chirp back quietly, “Hi.”

“Aren’t you gonna look at me?”

It feels like he’s challenging you, almost to say you’re too much of a pussy to look him dead in the face, and you know you’re more than likely making that up but Jaehyun’s the first person to know that you’re last person to back down from a challenge, so you do turn to look at him.

It takes everything in you to stay rational when you do. You get the chance to look at him, to really look at him, and you’re taken aback by his features. He looks the same, but different all at once, obviously a little older.

Beside you is no longer the teenage boy with the cute, high-pitched voice, but a man with a deep and matured sound to his voice. He’s smiling a little wildly at you. It’s the first time you’ve seen him smile in years.

You take a sip from your drink so that you don’t smile back and say, “I’m looking.”

“See something you like?”

“Nope,” you lie, as though you weren’t obvious checking him out seconds ago, “just you.”

“Aww, don’t be like that,” Jaehyun grins playfully, “smile a little, won’t you?”

“Let’s cut to the chase, Jaehyun,” you change the subject. You refuse to let his little games work on you. “Didn’t you want me to hear you out? Hop to it or I’m leaving.”

He blinks. “Here?”

Well no one can hear you other than the bartender, but it’s a personal issue that deserves the utmost privacy and it’s not like you’re willing to share your personal business with a stranger, so you agree to walk around the pool with him. Close enough so that you’re not bumping into walls, distant enough to not be overheard.

You glance at him, “So?”

Jaehyun sighs, “Rather than defending myself, I think I should apologize. For not telIing you I was in a relationship, for risking dragging you into drama, it was selfish. I was selfish.”

It was selfish. He couldn’t have been thinking of your feelings, or even her feelings.

“There’s no excuse for what I did, and I can’t imagine how belittled it made you feel. You don’t have to forgive me, and I know you’re probably gonna hate me forever for this and I don’t blame you. But I want you to know that I’m sorry,” he gives you those emotional eyes, the same dejected gleam in them, “Sincerely. And if there’s anything I can do to make it up to you…”

“Tell me why,” you want the answers that you’ve been searching for all these years. Not exactly closure, but you don’t want to live in doubt, wondering maybe you were never enough, and that’s why you were always the side piece.

“Why I did it?”

You nod, and he’s silent for a moment.

“I mean, I don’t know. I don’t know why eighteen-year-old me did the shit I did, but I know that I did it and I can’t take it back. I’ve looked back so many times and I still can’t fathom…” Jaehyun trails off, then starts shaking his head, “you know what? Maybe I do know why.”

Don’t cry, you tell yourself. You’re stronger than this. You’re blinking back tears, attempting to keep your voice level as you whisper, “Why then, Jaehyun?”

“It’s not the shocking, life-changing reason I always thought it would be,” he chuckles sadly, “it’s because I was stupid. And careless. I wasn’t thinking, but at the same time I thought I had the world at my feet, and I guess I did but then I…” Jaehyun stops to take a breath after he realizes he’s rambling. “But then I lost you. And that’s when I realized that this, the lying, the cheating, the going behind your backs—it was stupid.”

“It was stupid,” you agree, and he laughs a little more. “But let me ask you one more thing…” you say. He doesn’t reply, but his eyes tell you to go ahead. “Did you love her?” Or did you love me?

Jaehyun nods lazily. “At one point.”

You bite your lip, unsatisfied.

“Did you love me?”

That catches him off-guard. You almost expect him to stop walking the way he’s frozen, and you feel your stomach churning in regret.

“Nevermind, forget I asked that—”

“When you first left, I was unaffected,” Jaehyun interjects. “Like I said, I thought I had the world at my feet, so I thought you were replaceable. I tried replacing you. But it wasn’t the same, no matter how many times I tried, it was never, ever the same,” his eyes muse at you, “No one looked at me the way you did, no one talked to me all night and made me laugh like you did, no one ran circles through my mind like you, no one was like you. So I knew I needed you back, but by the time I realized you were already gone. And that’s when I knew I had fucked up.”

He adds, “So, yeah. I did love you. Maybe it was at the wrong time, maybe it was too late for me to love you, maybe I wasn’t supposed to, but I did and I don’t think I’ve ever stopped.”

Jaehyun’s thumb runs over your eyes, wiping a string of tears that you hadn’t even know you cried. He doesn’t say anything about it, just pulls you closer to his chest.

“What about you?” He asks.

“What about me?”

“Did you love me?”

Now it’s your turn to freeze, and then you almost laugh. Of course, you loved him. You were in love with him. Hopelessly.

“Can I be honest?”

Jaehyun nods. “Mm-hm. That’s what this is all about, right?”

You exhale a sharp breath, preparing to tell one of your deepest, darkest secrets to the one person that was never supposed to know, “When I told you the reason I wanted to end things was because of you cheating on her, that wasn’t the whole truth. It was part of it, and though I’m no homewrecker, there’s another reason. I was in love with you—hopelessly, helplessly, utterly—and I couldn’t stand the thought that you never felt the same, that I was just a plaything to you.”

“Y/n—”

“Let me finish,” you order, “I left to take care of me. I thought it would have been disrespectful towards myself to stay in that position, when from my understanding, I loved you yet you loved her,” you feel another trail of tears coming, and wipe them away before they have the chance to spill. “At that moment, when I found out you already had someone, I felt like I didn’t know you anymore. I thought that maybe you never really cared, and I was the only one that felt it.”

It, the love. The spark. The connection. The butterflies in your stomach when he held you close, or called you cute pet names. The emotion whenever he was deep inside you.

“It felt like I had given my heart to a stranger,” you laugh humorlessly, “because for all I knew, who’s to say I was the only one you were fucking behind her back? I felt so, so stupid. Like I was never enough. And when I first saw your face again after all these years, all of that hurt came back. But at the same time,” you look him in his eyes, “all my feelings for you came back, too.”

It’s silent for a moment, but it isn’t awkward. You’ve just confessed your feelings for one another, not only now, but for the you of two years ago. For the you of eighteen who never thought you’d ever have this chance.

And you can’t believe Jaehyun’s actually had feelings for you, too. It always seemed like some fairytale thing, but hearing one another out like responsible adults instead of immature teens changes things.

“Wow,” Jaehyun whispers in surprise, “Wow. I was such a fool. I made a simple thing so fucking complicated. Imagine where we’d be if I would have just broken up with her and realized my feelings sooner.”

Together. You’d be together, as one.

“Could’ve, would’ve, should’ve, didn’t,” you say lightheartedly, “There’s no use in worrying about that. You’ve apologized. And I forgive you.”

“You forgive me?” Jaehyun gawks. “Why? I thought you’d hate me forever or something.”

“I kinda still hate the you of two years ago, he’s an asshole,” you giggle, “but the you standing next to me right now, today, is a changed man who knows his mistake and won’t do that shit ever a-fucking-gain. Or else.”

Jaehyun snorts. “Of course not. I wouldn’t dare.”

You smile, “Good.”

“Good. So do we address our relationship too, or…”

“Later, please,” you groan. “Come sit by the water with me.”

Jaehyun agrees, and so now you’re sitting at the edge of the pool, your head resting on his shoulder.

“Is SHINee still your favorite band?” He asks.

“Yeah,” you mumble, heart warming at the fact that he even still remembers that.

Then he teases, “Do you still swoon over Lee Taemin?”

You give him a very, very icy glare, “Shut up. I’ll push you into the pool right now.”

“You wouldn’t,” Jaehyun challenges.

Wrong move, you smirk. You love a challenge.

So in one swift movement, you do push him into the pool, and the sound of him yelling and the water splashing is like music to your ears. You giggle, watching as he comes back up, hair heavy and soaked as it sticks to him like a second skin. You also take notice of his white t-shirt, or his abs through the soaked cotton. Six pack. Toned. Stupid dumb crazy hot. Damn, sometimes you forget why you kept coming back to him.

He sneers, unamused. “Not funny.”

“It’s a little funny,” you disagree with a smile.

“Oh yeah?” he says, “Look, Lee Taemin!”

You turn without fully processing his statement yet, “Wha—agh!”

In an even swifter motion, Jaehyun’s pulled your ankles, and now a distracted you falls into the pool with a splash. Not to mention, your bikini cover-up is still on. This, unfortunately, is karma. Inconvenience aside, you’re getting deja vu, a distant memory seeping back into your mind.

You whine, “Not fair.”

“It’s a little fair,” he mocks, and you can’t help but roll your eyes.

“You’re lucky I know how to swim,” you wringe out your hair, “You would have had an lawsuit against you if I didn’t.”

You wonder if he’s taken the hint, if he’s gonna say it. You remember that exact moment, being so close to his face and feeling so warm. I’d never let you drown, baby.

And like a rehearsed line, he says perfectly, “I’d never let you drown, baby.”

“You remember.” Your tone is like a question, but it’s a statement.

“I remember a lot of things about you,” Jaehyun states, and perfectly timed, the current song fades into your all-time personal favorite—SHINee’s 1 of 1. “For instance, is this still your favorite SHINee song?”

One glance in Yeri’s direction confirms your suspicion that this is all her doing, as you see her giggling at you, phone in hand. It was already suspicious of her to play SHINee when she’s an Ariana Grande girl, but now you definitely see her her crystal-clear intentions.

“Yeah,” you mutter, but as you turn back around you notice he’s definitely close enough to hear you. Your noses are almost touching, and you can feel your heart racing. You feel like a teenager in love all over again, blood pumping, your heart beating in your ears. Deja vu.

Jaehyun must be feeling it too, because he asks, “Can I kiss you?”

Yet again, you blush. “Sure.”

And on cue, his lips are against yours. Jaehyun’s still an amazing kisser, he feels gentle yet he’s so fierce, gripping your waist as your fingers tangle in his hair. You know for a fact he’d be even rougher if you weren’t inside of a pool.

His lips feel better than you remember, and then he bites your lip. You moan, lips parting and he darts his tongue in your mouth. You can taste his drink on his tongue, faint remnants of whatever he had in his cup.

Fuck, you forgot how high kissing him makes you feel. It’s like an addictive drug, and you can feel nothing but your heartbeat and his lips on yours. You don’t want him to stop.

And then, to your misfortune, he does stop. You whimper, not really taking notice of how out of breath you are as you’re overcome with greed.

“Why’d you stop?” You frown.

“You need to breathe, babe. You wanna almost drown in the pool like Taeyong?” He laughs.

Speaking of Taeyong, you check on him with your eyes. To your surprise, he’s still talking and laughing with Jaemin, the pair obviously hitting it off and super into one another. It makes you smile. That boy’s had a huge crush on you that you both know you can’t reciprocate for years, and it’s time he lets you go.

“Hello… Earth to y/n? You look like the cute puppy eyes emoji.”

Your eyes snap at Jaehyun, “Shut up,” you reply, “And kiss me.”

“Bossy,” Jaehyun teases, but he must like that about you, because moments later he’s kissing you again, even more passionately than before.

“Oh, c’mon!”

Yeri giggles, “Sorry, y/n. The majority rules!”

For the second day of your California vacation, Yeri’s decided to take everyone to an amusement park an hour out from the hotel. You asked her why she didn’t do Disney Land this year, but she said it was reserved for her first Bae-Cation.

You roll your eyes. What happened to chicks over dicks?

The point is, you wanted to separate into groups, considering it would be easier to keep up with everyone. However, everyone else wanted to do pairs, arguing that there was more freedom and it’d be easier to come towards a mutual decision instead of arguing over what to ride.

So everyone grabs their partners, and you’re shocked when you see Jaemin and Taeyong step beside one another. You’re incredulous. Jaemin’s just been abandoning you left and right ever since he came back.

“You two in love or some shit now?” You fold your arms, eyes pointing at them accusingly. “What happened to those coffee threats, Yong? I thought you said Jaem was annoying. And Jaemin? You said he was scary!”

Jaemin shrugs coolly. “He was, but then I realized something. Taeyong’s like an egg, he has a hard shell—” Taeyong glares, “—nevermind, he doesn’t like that comparison very much. Taeyong’s like a smore, hard on the outside yet warm and soft on the inside. Oh, and very deli—ow!”

Jaemin holds his stomach dramatically, looking at Taeyong who stands with a satisfied grin on his face. Perhaps, Taeyong still is a little scary.

“Jaem! Yong!”

“Ooh, that reminds me,” Jaemin eyes twinkle, “I think our ship name should be Jaeyong.”

Taeyong disagrees, “No way. It should be Taemin.”

“First of all, you two will never be Taemin,” you interject with a scowl. “Anyways, you two figure that out. I’ll go be with my partner.”

And you stomp away to spot Jaehyun waiting for you with a cheeky grin. You’re optionless, you suppose. Yeri’s with Mark again, Taeyong and Jaemin are obviously a thing now, Seulgi’s with Winter and Jennie’s with Nayeon.

It’s not even like last night ended poorly. Last night couldn’t have been better, you spent your time making out and drinking with Jaehyun in the pool until midnight. It was too good to be true, you felt like Cinderella, having to slip back into her normal life by the time the clock struck twelve.

Now though, you have to be alone with Jaehyun. Okay technically, you’ll be surrounded by hundreds of people, and depending on where you go your friends may or may not be accompanying you, though still. It isn’t that you don’t trust him, but isn’t it natural to feel uneasy?

Jaehyun calls, “C’mon, princess! Let’s go get hotdogs. I’m hungry.”

“We ate at the hotel,” you snort.

“So? That was an hour ago. Plus the time it took for us to get through that crazy ass line. If you’re not hungry, I’ll buy you a lemonade or something.”

A lemonade does sound good, you ponder. It’s summertime, and no amount of sunglasses and mosquito-repellent sunscreen is going to help you beat this heat. It’s ninety-something degrees.

“Fine,” you give in, and an eternity later (curse these never-ending lines) you’re sitting down at a bench, you sipping on your humongous cup of lemonade and Jaehyun eating a hotdog.

To be honest, you really didn’t need the largest size that they had. You were just testing his reaction for the fun of it, expecting to have a giggle or two, but he totally surprised you, buying it and insisting you should have it even after you told him that you were just playing.

The Jaehyun you knew three years ago was many things, and rich was not one of them.

“Let’s talk,” he says after discarding his hotdog in the bin. Oh of course, Jaehyun’s brain cannot function when he’s running low on food.

Playing dumb, you ask, “About what?”

“Us,” he answers simply.

“In the middle of an amusement park?”

“It’s important,” Jaehyun grins, “You don’t trust me.”

Perplexity is written all over your face. You trust Jaehyun on the basic level, you feel safe around him and in his embrace. But you’re not sure if you trust him with your heart just yet, and after everything he did, you have the right to be scared.

“And I understand why. I hurt you once, you’re scared I might do it again. So let’s start over,” he concludes, and you blink. “From scratch. Past aside. I want you to get to know me, and I wanna get to know you. I’m sure there’s plenty of things I don’t know about you now.”

I mean, you know the gist. You didn’t say that aloud, of course. Through a discussion last night, he still knows your favorite color and your undying love for pie and SHINee, especially Taemin, your birthday, your mom’s birthday, even your dog’s birthday—okay, maybe he knows too much. Or you overshared. Who knows.

And you still remember a lot of facts about him, but at the same time, there’s still so much you don’t know about one another.

“Right,” you agree, “So by starting over, you mean…”

“Completely,” he answers quick. “Let’s re-introduce ourselves.”

Your lips don’t quiver, drawn into a line. “You gotta be kidding.”

“I’m serious!” Jaehyun claims. “C’mon, I’ll even go first.”

“Jaehyun—”

“Aht, aht! You’re not supposed to know my name,” Jaehyun chides. “Hi, my name’s Jaehyun, I’m twenty-one, and I like Cigarettes After Sex. The band, I mean. I don’t smoke.”

You roll your eyes. There was no need for him to explain, because literally everybody knows Jaehyun likes Cigarettes After Sex, the same way everyone knows you like SHINee. But for the sake of placating him and getting this over with, you refuse to make any comments.

“This is so corny.”

“The longer you wait the longer it takes.”

Reluctantly you give in, but not without a groan. “Hi, Jaehyun. My name’s y/n, I’m also twenty-one, and I like SHINee.”

Jaehyun claps dramatically, “Bravo! Was that so hard?”

“Yes, actually.”

He giggles, tells you to stop being dramatic and you two begin your mission to ride every ride that you can within the span of a few hours. You get more snacks in between, sharing a container of butter-y delicious popcorn and double-dating some rides with the other pairs (which unfortunately happens to lead to you witnessing Mark throwing up in a bush).

Unfortunately, time flies by fast when you’re having fun, and when Yeri texts the Pal-Cation Pals group chat to meet up by the first popcorn stand in fifteen minutes, you know you have little time remaining, enough for one last ride.

The Ferris Wheel.

Last but not least, the Ferris Wheel. You and Jaehyun have been saving it for last, agreeing the full experience is at dark night, when the colorful lights illuminate the indigo sky.

“Let’s go!” You pull him into a cart, and he laughs at your enthusiasm.

When the ride starts, Jaehyun holds your hand and you rest your head on his shoulder. It feels nice and comfortable, and you quickly realize you miss having him like this. Close to you. And it’s silent for a moment. You and Jaehyun have always had these moments together, where you’re not talking one another’s ears off, but holding each other in warm silence. You have always valued the other’s company.

You watch as the world gets smaller underneath your feet, how the Ferris wheel lights twinkle in vibrant colors, and shine on its surroundings. You see how the other rides glow in the dark, appearing so close yet so far away.

It’s beautiful. Your eyes flare different colors—red, blue, pink, green—as you gawk in wonder. If you could, you’d stay like this forever, watching this astonishing sight with Jaehyun at your side.

“You look pretty in the light,” Jaehyun marvels, snapping you out of your daze. The butterflies and their flapping wings come back, and he’s always been able to make you feel like this so easily.

Warmth fills your cheeks, and you turn around so that he doesn’t notice. “Don’t I always? Or are you saying I only look pretty in the light?”

Jaehyun rolls his eyes, “You’re still impossible. I’m trying to flirt with you.”

“Then do so,” you smile. “Keep telling me about how pretty I am.”

“Look at me,” Jaehyun whispers, but it’s loud and clear to you. Slowly, you do look at him, noticing the way his lips curl into a soft grin, and how the purple light casts on his gorgeous skin and features. “Your lips are pretty, too.”

Next, he’ll call your bones pretty and you’ll still feel your face flush with heat.

Jaehyun kissed you for hours last night, but when his lips collide with yours again you know that you’ll never get used to the feeling. Your fingers card through his hair while his gravitate towards your skin, cold hands sending a shiver down your spine as they mesh with the evening warmth.

You bite at his lip this time, wallowing in the sound of his moan as it tumbles from between his parted lips. He can feel you smiling, the corners of your lips spreading apart as you stifle a laugh.

It feels like fire consumes you, like you’re melting, melting into his touch, like candle wax as his fingertips trace your skin. Like a bomb’s ignited inside you, like you’re exploding, and the more you feel him the more you desire him. The more you crave him, the more your body yearns for him.

You know you have him when you move for his neck, marking a trail of red lipstick stains that look purple in the light. He takes it as a challenge, retaliating with a bite at your neck that makes you sigh in pleasure, and this is definitely why you get along so well—you’re compatible.

“When we get back,” you gasp, ignoring the complacent look he casts at you, “Meet me in my room.”

“What about the others?”

“They saw us making out in the pool, Jaehyun, literally nobody cares,” you roll your eyes. “No more sneaking around shit, right?”

He smiles, “Right. Can’t anyways, your lipstick is all over my throat.”

You giggle, and bring him back in for another kiss as the ride begins to slow to an end.

The next couple of days are equally eventful, yet fly by far too quickly for your liking. You hit the beach and unfortunately witness a woman being stung by a jelly fish, visit some museums, the zoo, and even hike near the Hollywood sign. You also make sure to spend Yeri’s money on some souvenirs, and Jaehyun buys you matching necklaces. You have his J, he has your first initial.

Today is Saturday—already. Tomorrow you will return home, and you’re not sure if you’re ready or not. You sigh as you scroll through your camera roll. You’ve had so much fun this week, there’s the pictures of Mark’s scared face on the roller coaster, Taeyong buried alive into the sand, Yeri and the girls trying on humongous sun glasses at the mall, and the video of Jaemin and Jaehyun arm-wrestling to determine who’s the better Jae to prove it (Jaehyun won).

Like a normal Saturday, today’s the one chill day. The whole week has been chaotic in a fun way, but Yeri had nothing else planned, so she told everyone to take a day to wind down and feel free to venture out to wrap up the vacation.

Which leads you to now.

Jaehyun and you agreed to visit the park, just walking around and talking, and perhaps doing some making out in between. You’ve been doing that a lot lately, and you’re pretty sure you’re addicted. It’s like there’s crack in his lips that cannot simply be fixed with chapstick.

“It’s hot,” you complain.

Jaehyun snorts. “We’re in California, babe. Imagine Yeri took us to Florida.”

You wince. You’re barely beating the Californian heat, there’s no way you’ll survive down south in Florida. It doesn’t even snow there.

“I thought you were gonna say some fake-romantic shit, like I’ll reach into the sky and throw the sun into the freezer, princess, just say the word,” you mimick his voice exaggeratedly.

Jaehyun rolls his eyes, but laughs nonetheless, “No can do, princess,” he teases, “but I can get us some ice cream from that stand over there. Stay put, I’ll be right back.”

“Wait!” You shout. “You even know what I want?”

He says your favorite flavor, and even your preferred container to consume it in, “Right?”

A smile spreads on your lips, and your heart flutters. He remembers. “Right.”

Jaehyun shoots you a smile then jogs over to the ice cream stand, pulling his wallet from his pockets. You gotta remember to ask him where he’s getting all this money from, this man could be a drug dealer for all you know.

Nonetheless, you sit at a nearby bench and pull out your phone. Nothing beats checking up on your Animal Crossing island while you wait.

You notice the presence of someone sitting beside you but don’t bat an eye, knowing without looking that it isn’t Jaehyun. And who are you to shoo away a stranger if they want to rest their feet?

“You must be y/n,” hearing your name, your eyes snap to the side instinctively.

And that’s when you realize that this stranger may not be as unknown as you initially thought.

Your eyes widen, “You…”

“I am, Jaehyun’s ex-girlfriend,” she, Victoria announces proudly, like it’s some achievement to be clipped onto the fridge.

You never met her, but you’ll never forget her name, or her face for that matter. It’s kind of stupid, how you found out. You were on Instagram, and you saw Jaehyun’s account in the replies of Yeri’s post. You clicked his profile, because you had never exchanged accounts before, and you quickly saw why.

He didn’t post her often, amongst all the flaunting images of himself, but when he did he made it crystal clear that she was his girlfriend, and what sole other woman would he continuously post onto his page?

“What are you doing here?” You ask, an obviously bitter edge to your voice. It isn’t she that you should be bitter towards, but you can’t help but feel slightly defensive.

“Relax, darling, I’m not stalking you on whatever summer vacation he’s had the courtesy to whisk you away on,” Victoria giggles. Of course not, that would be obsessive. “It’s actually a coincidence to see you, but since we’re here, let’s talk.”

Disinterested, you reply, “There’s nothing for you and I to discuss.”

“Of course, there is! You were fucking with him while he was with me, right?” she gives you a picture-perfect smile that makes you want to grit your teeth, yet you compose yourself. She sighs, “You know that, and yet you’re like what, dating him now? I’m telling you now, once a cheater, always a cheater. You might think he loves you now, but I promise you, he’ll stab you in the back the moment you aren’t looking.”

Victoria misjudges your silence as you giving her the go-ahead to continue, “I know that you know, and I know you’re trying to convince yourself that he’s changed, but he’s still the same old bastard he was three years ago. I mean just look at him, he’s even flirting with that lady now.”

With furrowed brows, you turn in Jaehyun’s direction, eyes finding that he actually is flirting with the ice cream lady. You can’t believe your eyes. Really? The fucking ice cream woman? He isn’t trying to be subtle with it, either.

She tilts her head as she speaks in your ear, “See? He doesn’t give a fuck. Not about you, not about her, not about any of us. You’re just yet another notch in his belt.”

And suddenly, all those doubts come back, the ones that you had pushed away and replaced with your growing feelings for him. Yet now that they’re existing within the same space, it’s even more terrifying, it’s exactly what you feared.

What if Jaehyun never really cared? What if all this is just some big act? What if he’s just been playing with your emotions this entire time? What if you don’t really know Jaehyun like you thought?

You want him, but what if he doesn’t really want you?

Jaehyun walks over, seemingly not noticing his ex-girlfriend’s presence, “I got the ice cream. Who’s th—Victoria?”

“Hello, Jaehyun,” she waves, offering him a smile. “We were just talking about you.”

“What the fuck did you tell her?” Jaehyun scowls, taking notice of your silence and the empty, unhappy gaze you shoot him. You don’t even smile, hardly even blink.

Victoria shrugs. “Nothing she doesn’t already know.”

“I’m walking back to the hotel,” you announce, sliding your phone back into your pocket and peeling yourself off of the bench.

“Wait!”

He calls out your name.

For the third time, you turn and walk away.

This time, though, he’s not letting you walk away. Not without putting up a fight first.

“Why are we doing this again?” Jaehyun yells. “Why? Did I do something? We can just talk this out, you know. What happened to no more secrets?”

You retort, “You fucking tell me, Jaehyun! How am I supposed to know that you don’t have secrets?”

“The same goddamn way I know you don’t have any! Trust!” And the realization hits him hard. He knows that it’s only been some days, but what could Victoria have said to make you back out so hastily? “Is that what it is? You don’t trust me?”

Tears sting your eyes. “Trust you? You want me to trust you? With you being the kind of person you are? You’re out of luck.”

That burned Jaehyun. After all of the bonding you’ve done lately, he would’ve thought that you would trust him a little more, but he sees clearly now. He sees that he’s done all he can do, and now it’s time for you to do your part.

“What kind of person am I, y/n?” He asks coldly, shoving his hands in his pockets.

You spit, “You’re an asshole.”

“Yeah?” Jaehyun laughs tonelessly, “Well frankly I think you’re an asshole, too. So when you’re ready to be assholes together, let me know.”

And this time, Jaehyun’s the one that walks away. This time, you understand his pain, as you have those tear-stung eyes and that quivering voice. That empty feeling inside, the pang in your heart. The way it’s killing you inside, but you don’t have it in you to move, to chase him. All you can do for now is let it eat at you slowly.

Maybe Victoria was wrong. Maybe you’re planting the knife in your own back.

Sunday comes slowly, and you’re glad you didn’t ride the same van as Jaehyun. You still have to deal with the curious stares your friends shoot you, but it’s better than confronting your emotions, or at least you think it is.

You’re not ready yet.

When you get home, the first time you do is order Panda Express via Uber Eats so that you don’t starve as you rot in your room. The next thing you do is flop against your bed and and sob.

A few days go by like this, in pure brutal agony. You drowning in your thoughts, the maybes and the what if’s. You feel like a teenage girl experiencing her first break-up, lost and confused and unsure of how to deal with the hurt. It’s no one’s fault but yours though, and it’s your job to fix it or forever hold your peace.

Love is hard. You know that. You accept that. If you couldn’t, then it would be wrong of you to try be in a real relationship. But loving, as a verb, is easy. Too easy. So easy, to the point where sometimes, you don’t realize you’re doing it until it’s too late. What’s harder is accepting the fact that love isn’t a choice, but a feeling. If it was, you would have chosen to stop loving Jaehyun years ago. You would have chosen to fall in love with Taeyong, or maybe even Kai.

But your heart chose Jung Jaehyun, and it must have a mind of it’s own, because no matter how much you tell it to let go, it doesn’t listen.

That’s why as the days go by, they’re slow and empty. Because Jaehyun’s not there. Not with you. And a little voice in the back of your head is saying he’s with another girl, but your heart is telling you to have faith. You are severely conflicted.

Just when you think you might just spend the rest of your life rotting here, you’re quickly proven wrong by the dedication and genuine care and concern of your best friends.

“Hey, bitch,” Jaemin strolls in casually, as though this is his room, “New guy already?”

“What?”

“Some guy opened the door,” he replies, flopping against your bean-bag cough.

You blink, gears turning in your mind as you try to decipher what man could possibly be inside of your house—oh. You roll your eyes, “That’s my roommate’s boyfriend, you dumbass.”

“Oh,” Jaemin mumbles, then his eyes twinkle as he makes a move for your desk, “Ooh, Panda Express.”

Suddenly, Yeri storms inside your bedroom, flickering on the lights inside your very much dim and deprived of life, sunshine and happiness room, chanting vigorously the lyrics to Ariana Grande and Nicki Minaj’s The Light is Coming, “The light is coming to give back everything the darkness stole!”

You groan, yanking the sheets and comforter over your face to block out the light like a vampire, “You guys, please leave me alone.”

“Nope,” says Taeyong, who follows suit after your other friends, venturing into your room. You fight, you tugging the covers towards you while he attempts at pulling them off. It’s a quick battle which you lose, and you soon accept defeat. “You’ve been suffering in silence—and darkness—for far too long. So, fess up. What did that punk do? Do I need to prepare the coffee?”

You sigh, Saturday seeping back into your memory. “He didn’t do anything.”

Jaemin blinks. “What do you mean? Why else have you been sulking in your bedroom for the past four days like a divorced man who’s ex-wife took the kids and the TV? Shit, all you’re missing is a bar and some alcohol at this point.”

You roll your eyes, “I mean, I was the one that fucked up this time.”

“What?”

They all gasp involuntarily, and if you had it in you, you would roll your eyes at the chorus of what’s.

That day rewinds in your head, how it was so warm then so cold within a matter of moments. Your eyes water as you recall everything that happened, Victoria, your public altercation, walking back to the hotel alone while it felt like there was a rain cloud above your head, despite the piping hot conditions outdoors.

It isn’t like you don’t want to let Jaehyun in. You do, but you’re terrified of granting him that permission, of giving him your heart when he’s broken it before. But this way, you’re only breaking your heart more, and breaking his, too.

“I did something stupid. I assumed the worst when I shouldn’t have, and then I got scared. So I ran,” you want to bury yourself underneath the covers and sink into the earth to be forgotten, but you have to deal with your mistakes. “And I broke his heart. Now I need to fix it, but I don’t fucking know how.”

Yeri thinks you’re dumb.

Taeyong thinks you’re stupid.

Jaemin thinks you’re out of your fucking mind and an absolute fool for letting your thoughts destroy you, but he’ll do whatever he can to help.

“Talk to him, duh,” Yeri says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, and it is, but easier said than done.

“How? I bet he doesn’t even want to see my face.”

“Are you kidding?” Jaemin gawks. “He’s been moping around the apartment like literally all week, and me and Jongin haven’t said anything because we thought it was his fault! He also has divorced man syndrome!”

Oh. You feel extra stupid now, and you can’t believe you let Victoria get in your head. Collapsing onto your pillow, you groan, “I really am an asshole.”

“Maybe, yeah,” Taeyong agrees, “but so is he, you guys are a match made in heaven.”

“Or hell,” Jaemin chimes in.

Taeyong glares. “With that being said—and I mean this in the friendliest way possible—get your head out of your ass and go talk to him.”

And you smile softly at that. If Taeyong’s giving you the push, you know that everyone’s right and you need to do something. Now.

You nod and whip out your phone with a sigh, opening iMessage. Can we talk?

(Delivered.)

(Read.)

Sure.

Antsy, you’re fidgeting. Your anxiety is spiking and you can feel your heartbeat directly in your eardrums, but this time your fears won’t scare you off. You wait for Jaehyun, feet tapping against the ground restlessly, until you see him nearing.

He walks over to your side, leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets and you feel your heart wrenching a little when you notice that he doesn’t give you his wild grin he usually shoots whenever he sees you. His face is inscrutable, and you bite back the urge to run, because you know now that no matter how fast you run, you’ll never be able to hide from your feelings.

“Hey,” your voice is giving up on you, but you refuse to let it. Get a grip.

“Hey,” Jaehyun whispers back. His eyes are dark and empty, and that’s how you know you cut him deep. There’s always a gleam to his eyes, whether sad or blissful.

You can do this, you tell yourself. You’ve talked to him about much worse before, this should be nothing. But still, it’s never been quite like this. You’ve never made this bad of a mistake.

“About Saturday,” you begin, still fidgeting but managing to look at him, “I’m sorry. I jumped to conclusions instead of asking you, instead of trusting you, and I let Victoria get in my head—”

“Yeah, what the hell was that about?” Jaehyun interjects. “Sorry for interrupting you, but I’m still confused. Did I do something?”

“She pointed out that you were flirting with the ice cream lady. What was that?”

Jaehyun blinks, processing your statement, and when he does he begins shaking his head, “Seriously? You’re telling me this is all over the fucking ice cream? I was only flirting with her to get free ice cream! You know they was trying to charge me fifteen dollars for 4 scoops?”

“It’s not just that!” You exclaim. “Like, yeah, that triggered it, but—fuck, Jaehyun, I was scared, I was so fucking scared. I was overthinking, and all my doubts and fears came back, that what if you never cared, what if you don’t want me like I want you, what if I don’t know you like I think I do? I was scared to trust you, scared that I love you because I don’t want to lose you again—”

If Jaehyun was a dog, his ears would perk up. “You love me?”

“Yes,” you answer boldly. “I love you, Jaehyun. I’m in love with you, and up until now that scared me half to death, because I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to know that you love me, too,” and especially enough to stay. “But now I know. I trust you, Jaehyun. I love you, I want you, and I’m gonna be honest, I’m still a little scared. But that’s what love is, trusting someone to not break your heart. It’s a risk I’m ready to take for you.”

Jaehyun is silently stunned. He doesn’t have much to say, taken aback by your confession and the fact this actually happening. “You mean that?”

You nod, smiling. “Every word.”

In seconds, Jaehyun has you pinned to the wall, his lips against yours. God, you missed this feeling. The feeling of his plush lips against yours, his hands on your body. You miss kissing him irresistibly, every hour of every day, for moments at a time until you were breathless.

Jaehyun seems to have missed it just as much, kissing you with a passion—hungrily; greedily. He kisses you like he can’t have enough, like his lips have an insatiable hunger.

And you can’t believe you’re making out with him behind your apartment, but you’re willing to try new things for him.

Jaehyun taps your thighs, and by now you know that that meets to jump, so you do, shrieking a little, yet he doesn’t let you fall. “I got you,” he whispers in between kisses, breath tickling your skin, “and I won’t ever let you go.”

It’s been five days. You’ve been trying not to think too hard about the label thing, maybe Jaehyun is planning something, he wouldn’t just forget to ask you to be his girlfriend.

You’re walking back to your apartment when it happens.

“Excuse me,” a stranger with an oddly familiar voice calls at to you, and when you whirl around, the last person to see is…

“Taemin?” You nearly scream. He points his index finger to his lips, gesturing for you to be quiet, which makes sense because you’re in public but there’s literally no way the man standing before you is the Lee Taemin. You’re dreaming.

You even pinch yourself, much to his amusement, and come to the realization that this is very much real. You could faint. Taemin? Lee Taemin? From SHINee? There’s simply no way.

“I believe this is for you,” Taemin holds in his hands your all-time favorite SHINee album, The Misconception Of Us. You take it, staring at the album in disbelief. You’re gawking. “And one last thing. Come with me, please?”

Okay, what the hell. He has to be trying to kidnap you or something, it’s perfect bait. Who wouldn’t agree to follow their favorite artist after they randomly pop up behind you and offer you your favorite album for free? You’re lucky it isn’t some kidnapping scheme, because you ultimately end up following him despite your doubts.

He takes you to the cafe, which, to your surprise is empty. At least you think it is, until Jaehyun slips out of hiding, walking up to you with a smile.

“Jaehyun,” you can’t help smile back, “What the?”

“Flip it over,” he says, gesturing towards the album, and curiously, you obey. To the back is attached a sticky note that says, To my 1 of 1 girl, will you be my girlfriend? It’s cheesy, but it has you smiling so hard your cheeks hurt.

“Yes!” Instantly, you crash into his arms. “Yes, yes, yesyes yes—” he has to cut you off with his lips, and you melt into kiss.

You pull away the second you hear the intro to your favorite song, 1 of 1, and look onto the cafe stage (yes, the cafe has a stage for Friday through Saturday night performances) to see Taemin beginning to sing and cover the other members parts.

You’re mind-blown. A part of you is still convinced that this is a dream, because how the fuck did Jaehyun get a man as busy as Lee Taemin to do this? You forgot to ask him who he works for, but do drug dealers have Lee Taemin money?

“How did you—”

“Shh,” Jaehyun pecks your lips, “Taemin’s singing.”

You roll your eyes, yet giggle. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Jaehyun engulfs you in a warm, comfortable hug, “And only you.”

When he says it, you trust him. You believe him. Because the Jung Jaehyun you know and love today is a man of his word, and that means you get to love him with no fears, and no worries.

Love is a challenge. And in this moment and the next, it’s safe to say you’ve won.

#jaehyun smut #nct 127 smut #nct smut #jaehyun x reader #nct imagines #jaehyun imagines #jung jaehyun smut #nct x reader #nct #nct scenarios

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authorhjk1 · 7 months ago

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Was just wondering.. How would RV members react when reader, their bf, wants to fuck them in cosplay.. And which characters would each RV members cosplay for reader to fuck?

Irene

She wouldn't be a fan of it. At least not at first. Irene would carefully ask you, what you had in mind for her. After telling her, she would consider it. The next time you come over, Irene waits for you in her bedroom. You can't believe how gorgeous she looks. You were afraid she would say no. But now, a beautiful elf is sitting in front of you. She knows how much you love Lord of the Rings, so she gave it a shot. She can't help but smile at the way you eyes take in every detail. Her green robe is a little more revealing than it usually would be.

Seulgi

Seulgi would love the idea. She says yes immediately, already having something in mind. Growing up, Seulgi really liked Disney princesses, so this was her chance. When you come home one night, you are surprised when the apartment is only dimly lit. Soft, Arabic music plays in the background and you can smell spices Seulgi bought for only this occasion. You're surprised that she would be into this so much. When you finally see her, you're blown away. Seulgi is wearing loose, almost see through turquoise pants. The matching top shows off a deep cleavage, exposing her shoulders and her back as well. The whole outfit is sparkling and decorated with expensive looking stones. Catching a glimpse of her blue, sparkling thong, you have to admit that this isn't exactly the outfit you remember. But Seulgi looks gorgeous. Sexy. But the highlight is something you thought you would never see on her. Seulgi decided to use her earring to attach a small, golden chain to it, which connects it with another small ring in her nose. Most definitely a clip on. But Seulgi's interpretation of princess Jasmine was more than you could've ever imagined.

Wendy

Wendy would be cautious at first. Being very self aware, she would hesitate, wondering why you would bring this up. Is she too boring? Do you want to be with someone else?

After assuring her that this was just an idea and that you love her, no matter what her decision would be, Wendy slowly warms up to the idea. Actually, her idea was a little unconventional. She didn't decide on a movie character or a person from a TV show or anime or whatever. No. Wendy knows who your favorite idol is. After herself and Red Velvet of course.

You're very aware that you keep staring very inappropriately, when Wendy makes a point of dancing in front of you. You are still surprised she chose to impersonate Somi. At first, you didn't really get what she put on. A blonde wig, a white top and a black leather skirt.

But as soon as she put on one of Somi's songs and started to dance, you immediately knew what was going on.

Joy

Joy loved the idea as soon as the question left your mouth. And she already had something in mind. You were surprised at how much she seemed to be into it. And when you asked her what she was gonna do, she just gave you a cheeky smile, before directing the conversation into another direction.

Two days later, Joy stands in front of you, a baseball bat over her shoulder. She dyed her hair specifically for this occasion. The ends of her blonde pigtails end in pink on her right and blue on her left. The words "Daddy's little monster" we're imprinted on her white and red top. Joy's blue shorts might have just as well been panties. They didn't cover much more, completely exposing her legs and especially her thighs. The choker on her neck, her fake tattoos on her arms and her makeup made her look evil and crazy.

Yeri

Yeri was the one who came up with the idea. She promised herself that she would try it out, if she ever found out a boyfriend. Which is now you. You're not completely surprised, when you come home and see Yeri in her Hogwarts robe and a wand in her hand. She likes to put it on, when the two of you go on a Harry Potter marathon. Which happens way more than you'd like to admit.

But this time, Yeri is holding a book as well. It looks like it's a small notebook, but she glued a page on top of the cover, making it almost look like an actual book. You have to give her credit for trying. She plays around with her emerald green tie, reading the book, while pretending not to notice you. Stepping closer, you finally catch the title. "Love potions, lust increasing plants and forbidden spells" You decide to play along. You grab the book, making Yeri gasp as she looks up.

"Professor..."

Glancing at the page, you realize Yeri put quite a lot of effort into this. The page really looks like it's from a book about magic. It's about two spells. She probably made up the Latin words for them. But one seems to increase the lust and arousal of a person, while the other... You raise an eyebrow.

"Miss Kim. Would you like to explain yourself?"

You can tell how turned on Yeri already is.

"I'm sorry, sir."

She doesn't seem to be sorry at all.

"I already tried out the second one."

You read it again, still surprised by Yeri's lewd description of the spell.

"This spell makes your pussy the tightest in the world. Side effects: increased lust, more and stronger orgasms,... "

You stop reading and slam the book shut.

"I hope you can make up for all the house points you just lost, Miss Kim."

You grab her by the tie and pull her towards the bedroom.

#ask #kpop #kpop smut #kpop girls #kpop gg #male reader #red velvet #irene red velvet #irene smut #red velvet seulgi #seulgi smut #wendy red velvet #wendy smut #red velvet joy #joy smut #red velvet yeri #yeri smut #red velvet smut

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jishyucks · 1 year ago

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Candy Cane Delays — lmk

‣ pairing: mark lee x reader

‣ genre: fluff, implied friends-to-lovers, classmates au

‣ wc: 3k

‣ summary: Sure, it was disheartening seeing everyone receive a holiday candy gram but you, especially when you’re the one in charge of selling them at lunch. But don't worry, yours is on the way. He’s just… running a bit late.

‣ warnings: nothing i think,, reader’s kinda annoying about not getting a holiday candy gram but honestly same

‣ an: first part of my True Love Gave to Me Series YAY! Hopefully my writing’s good enough and this is somewhat cute bc I thought the idea was adorable,,, it honestly would’ve been longer and more detailed if I didn’t have 11 other mini fics to write but PLS ENJOYYY

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Every year for the past 3 years, you've been in charge of selling the holiday candy grams for the winter dance.

And every year for those same 3 years, you’ve never, not even once, received a single candy gram.

Sure, your best friend Yeri always offered to get you one for fun, but you told her off, cause in your mind it didn’t count when they tell you they’ll be getting you one. You wanted to receive one the good ‘ol traditional way—you wanted to be surprised.

But whatever you wished, you never received.

And that was okay.

Because there came a point where you accepted the fact that you would probably never get one. It was a bit depressing (and maybe a tad embarrassing), but you simply chose to never get your hopes up every year just to be let down at the end. And though it was initially pretty easy ignoring this conclusion, it simply did not help that you were always put in charge of selling the damn grams.

Every lunch period, you sit behind a table, a poster board with the words ‘PURCHASE YOUR HOLIDAY CANDY GRAMS FOR WINTER DANCE HERE!’ taped at its edge. You wait for students to approach you with pocket money, then you slide them as many candy grams as they pay for. Once they’ve finished filling out the slips of paper, you take the sheets back and begin preparing them by taping candy canes the school bought from the local dollar store.

It was a routine you have gotten used to, and you don't expect to see any changes happening any time soon.

“Can I have three, please?”

You look up from your pile of candy canes to see your classmate, Jaemin, who’s blinking back at you with a wide smile. You nod and hold your hand out for him to drop his coins in. They land with a muted clunk noise before you drop them into the big metal bank you had pushed to the side.

“Here you go,” you grin back, sliding three slips of paper toward the boy. He thanks you before turning to a nearby table and you’re left to turn back to the unfinished candy grams sitting in front of you.

The time that lights up on the screen on your phone tells you that you need to start cleaning up soon so that you’re able to drop the candy grams off to the students distributing them for the day. Relief washes over you as you complete the remaining grams, just in time for Jaemin to return, gripping folded slips of paper in his fingers.

“Thank you,” Jaemin says, handing them to you, “I’ll see you in class, Y/N!”

“See you, Jaemin,” you reply. And you quickly finish the last three before you start cleaning up.

You place the empty candy grams on top of the earned money before locking the box. When you stand up, the chair makes an unpleasant noise against the floor and you cringe slightly. Rounding the table, you move the chair along with you, placing it on top and upside down for tomorrow’s use.

“Am I too late?”

Another person's sudden presence startles you, making you realize that you've been too absorbed in your tasks to notice the approaching footsteps.

You turn to friend and classmate, Mark, who’s out of breath and sweating from practically every gland of his body. He’s bent over with his hands on his knees and he’s trying to catch his breath. His glasses are slipping down the bridge of nose, but he quickly catches it with the tip of his index finger.

You can’t help but let out a laugh, “Ah, Mark… you’re late…” You pick up the bag of candy canes and sigh, “Again.”

A sense of déjà vu washes over you. This exact occurrence has been happening for a week straight now and you’re trying to figure out how Mark even manages to pull the same thing each day. It was actually kind of cute, if you had to admit just once, and you’re admittedly curious as to what’s causing him to pull up to the table 30 seconds late.

“I think my phone’s clock is three minutes too fast,” Mark frowns, eyes round as he brings his phone’s screen up to his face.

You start walking down the hall and toward Mrs. Kim’s room, where everything was kept between days, “You do know that the clocks on our phones can’t be early, right?”

Mark nods, though you don’t see. He’s still trailing right behind you, even into the classroom, “I know, but I just needed to blame something.”

You two approach a closet at the corner of the classroom and you use a key to open it up. You place the things inside, making sure it’s neat and tidy and somewhere slightly hidden in case students decide to break in. You don’t mind Mark seeing where you hide it, though. You trust him.

The boy gulps before he goes to ask you a question, “Hey, for the Winter Dance—”

“How were the sales today, Y/N?”

Mark is interrupted by Mrs. Kim, who’s returning from her own lunch break. She glances at Mark and greets him at the same time.

“I think today had the most sales so far,” you reply, “So it went well! Do you want me to leave the finished grams here? I already organized them by class.” Shutting the door, you lock the closet.

Mrs. Kim nods and makes room on her desk for the bag, “Yes please. Chenle and Jisung are coming in a bit to pick them up. Thanks for your help, Y/N.”

You bow your head and offer a smile before you turn to leave, Mark following not too far behind.

“What were you saying?” You look up at him, slowing your pace.

“Hm?” Mark’s head crooks to the side, “When?” Did he accidentally say something out loud?

“Before Mrs. Kim came in. You were saying something but I didn’t catch it.”

Mark’s heart skips a beat and his eyes widen. Lucky for him, you don’t notice, eyes dead set on your guys’ classroom, “Oh… uh–I forgot.” Mark knows damn well what he wanted to ask you. But the confidence he had built up at that moment dies along with his words and he figures that he’ll just try again another day. He tries his best to play it off, throwing in a sheepish laugh to spice it up, “But if it comes up again, I’ll make sure to say it.”

“You’re young and you’re already forgetful,” you joke, rolling your eyes playfully, “But okay, fine by me.” You turn to sit at your desk, seeing that Yeri’s already at her’s, but you stop yourself and turn back to Mark, “Are you going to be late tomorrow, again?”

Mark feels his cheeks heat up and his head lowers in embarrassment, “I’ll try not to.”

You let out a snort and nod, this time actually heading to your seat.

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When Chenle and Jisung come around to hand out the candy grams, students around you perk up in anticipation of receiving one. Yeri nudges your arm when the boys start passing them out, plopping the very same candy grams you finished at lunch.

“Brighten up, you might get one today,” she whispers. Her eyes follow Chenle, who’s approaching the both of you.

“I know I’m not getting one, Yers,” you shake your head, “I made them.”

“Yeah but that doesn’t mean you can’t get one,” she groans, “Maybe you’re not getting one because you’re being a Negative Nancy.”

“Please never say that again,” you narrow your eyes at her.

And when Chenle and Jisung start making their way toward the door and your desk is still empty, you turn to give Yeri a I told you so look.

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Mark’s leg bounces out of anticipation as his eyes wander off to the clock hanging crookedly at the other corner of the room. He has 5 minutes to get up and leave and make it to the candy gram booth. But with the way Renjun was going on and on about an excerpt he had written for this week’s writing club meeting, Mark feels like he’s barely going to make it again.

For some reason, the hormones in his body are causing his heart to knock against his chest repeatedly. He can hear it pounding in his ears, practically drowning out Renjun’s voice.

Sure buying those candy grams didn’t seem like that big of a deal to anyone else in the group, but to Mark, it was part of a plan he’s had written down in the notes app of his phone since November—asking you out to the winter dance through a gram. Mark knows that he can’t trust himself when it comes to verbally asking you. So a candy gram should do it (yes, he’s aware that’s a little bit dumb but it’s the thought that counts).

The second that Renjun concludes his piece, Mark is up and out of the room, putting his chair in its rightful place behind a desk. He’s practically sprinting down the hall, slowing down into a walking pace when he passes by doors just so he wouldn’t be stopped and delayed for longer if a teacher had caught him running down the hall like some delinquent.

He can see the intersection of the hallway where you always set the table up and he books it, the single strap of his backpack hanging on for dear life.

“Am I late?”

Mark stands in front of you, hands on his knees and he’s panting. It was the same exact scene as yesterday. “Please tell me I’m not.”

You frown, glancing at the table you had just pushed up against the wall, “Sorry, Mark.”

He groans, “I need to start leaving earlier.” Mark begins to trail you from behind, feet heavy from missing the candy grams yet again.

“If it makes you feel any better, you have one more week,” you point out. Your arms wrap around the piggy bank and the coins jingle inside. Today was particularly more busy than the previous days. You question, “What do you even do over lunch?”

“I have clubs I go to,” Mark chews on his bottom lip, “It’s kind of stupid—”

“It’s not stupid if you enjoy it,” you shrug. He watches as you tuck the piggy bank and the extra candy canes at the back of the closet before shutting it, “And if you’re always running late you must actually enjoy them.”

“I guess so,” Mark says quietly. “I’ll come in time tomorrow.” He says this more for himself than for you.

You laugh, “We’ll see, Mark Lee.” Looking down at the bag of candy canes, you pull one out and hold it out to him, halting just outside of Mrs. Kim’s room, “I’ll give you one for free~”

Mark stops and blinks at the candy cane in your hand and he sighs. The candy canes weren’t even the reason why he desperately wanted to buy the grams. He can quite literally drop by the store on the way home and get a pack himself if he wanted.

Mark simply just wanted to get this plan done and over with. He wants to know if you’re going to reject him or if you’re going to say yes. But because this was being drawn out like some imperfect line across a ridiculously long page, he’s not going to know until he gets his hands on one of the candy grams.

But still, Mark lets himself smile at the gesture, hand grazing yours as he takes it, “Thanks, Y/N.”

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For the next week, Mark (unsurprisingly) arrives late. He catches you either already cleaning the table up or already walking down to Mrs. Kim’s classroom to store the things. And everytime he does come late, Mark wants to beat himself up for it.

But on the last day, you’re caught by surprise when Mark approaches you in the middle of setting up the booth. For once he isn’t out of breath, and he’s not sweating and hunched over. It was a refreshing sight—amusing, even. The effort this boy was putting into holiday candy grams was endearing and you hope that the people he’s sending his grams to know it.

“First one here,” you giggle, “How many do you want?”

“Seven,” Mark shoots, “Please.”

“Seven’s a lot,” You nod, sliding the seven slips of paper before you retrieve the money from him, “Do you know what to do?”

“Um… just got a lot of people I care about,” Mark retorts. He grabs the slips of paper, a sigh of relief slipping out of his lips, “Thank you.”

Mark disappears for a good while, though you can see him bent over a table across the hall, scribbling into the blanks like he was supposed to. He looked rather focused, mouthing the small messages he’s leaving on the candy grams. A small part of you is nosy, wanting to know who he’s sending these candy grams to and what messages he’s writing so intently.

Once he’s finished, Mark returns to the table, placing the candy grams on the table in front of you, “Thanks, Y/N… I can’t talk right now—I do want to catch up with my club—but I’ll talk to you later?”

You smile gently, taking the filled out candy grams, “Of course. I’m just glad you were able to actually get these today.”

“Believe me, I am too,” Mark sends a warm smile before he bids you goodbye.

You huff and begin prepping the 7 candy canes for Mark’s seven candy grams. You go ahead and rip 7, inch-long, pieces of tape for each one and start your routine, taping each candy cane to each sheet of paper.

“Last one,” you mutter to yourself, taking the 7th candy cane between your fingertips.

When you go to grab the last slip of paper, you’re sent into a brief state of confusion when you don’t actually find a seventh slip. Your brows furrow and you let out an audible ‘huh?’ as you try to search your proximity for that last candy gram.

Did you miscount? Or did Mark just not use it? He could have gotten a refund if he wasn’t going to use it… Why didn’t he tell you anything?

After thinking hard on it, you let the problem go for now, making a small reminder to yourself to ask Mark about it later.

Chenle and Jisung come to your guys’ class just before the day ends and you would be lying if you said that you had just the slightest bit of hope that you’d receive one since it was the last day—cause surely, for the entire two weeks you’ve been out at lunch selling that damn things, you’d get one, right?

Sometimes, anticipation was a bitch. It was killing you watching Chenle and Jisung pull out each one from their shared bag, searching the room for the person receiving a damn gram before scurrying down the aisle of desks and plopping it down gently. With each one they would quietly say a ‘for you’ before turning back to the bag to grab the next one.

Hope was a bitch, too.

“Once again, sorry for interrupting,” Chenle apologizes to your teacher before dragging Jisung out of the room.

Just as they slip out of the classroom, the bell rings and you don’t find the energy to stand up just yet, eyes staring blankly at your empty desk.

“You should have just let me get you one, Y/N,” Yeri frowns, rubbing the middle of your back for comfort. She knows exactly how you’re feeling right now, “Want me to treat you to ice cream later? Bubble tea? Anything?”

You shake your head and try to prop a smile on your face, “No, it’s fine, Yers. I just thought that…” Mark. “Nevermind… Let’s just go.”

You finally push yourself up from your desk and grab your belongings. You leave the room in a hurry, Yeri struggling to keep up with your quick movements.

From afar, right by your locker, you spot Mark standing there patiently with his hands buried deep into his pockets. And with the boring class you had just had and not receiving a candy gram yet again, you almost forgot that you had to ask Mark about the 7th gram—better yet—he was probably at your locker to tell you about it.

“Mark,” you greet. Your fingers start fiddling with your lock as you absentmindedly put in your combination, “I wanted to talk to you about the candy grams.”

“I was actually here for the same reason.” There’s a tone in Mark’s voice that catches you off guard. There’s a slight hint of uneasiness, “Um… and…”

“And?” Now he’s caught your attention. You don’t realize that Yeri’s standing by her own locker, trying to subtly listen in on the conversation.

“Wait–uh–let me start with the candy gram first because then it can play out, I guess?” Mark shakes his head at how awkward he’s being before pulling out that 7th slip of paper from his pocket, “I…” He goes to read it, taking in a deep breath, eyes scanning it before he hurriedly sticks it out to you, “I was supposed to hand this in earlier at lunch but I figured that since you, you know, were the one doing the candy grams, I didn’t want you seeing it at such an awkward time?”

You’re frozen in place, gently taking the candy gram. With your heart skipping beats and the butterflies suddenly erupting in your stomach, your eyes bulge out of your eyes as you read your name on the sheet in Mark’s handwriting. This was a candy gram for you. To you, From Mark. Your first ever candy gram and it was from Mark.

Your attention flies straight to the note in the given space beneath the To and the From.

Your heart skips another beat.

Winter Dance with me?

“I-I’m sorry there’s no candy cane with it or anything and I don’t have any chocolates or some present to give you and this is such a lame way to ask you to the dance I meant it to be a bit more romantic than this but—”

You cut off Mark’s rambling, “Yes.”

“W-what?”

“Yes, I’ll go to the dance with you.”

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The CEO Collision - Part Six / Final

Pairing: CEO!Seonghwa x CEO!reader (f)

Warnings / content for Part Six: lots of fluff, smut warning: oral (f receiving), piv + protected sex (pill), facesitting, seonghwa taking his sweet time, multiple orgasms. Please note that other than Ateez, all other character names used are fictional.

Word Count: 6.6k

Masterlist for The CEO Collision

2 months later

The bridal suite was a whirlwind of activity, with everyone rushing to ensure that you were picture-perfect for the ceremony. Yeri was pacing frantically near the closet, her phone pressed to her ear as she barked orders at someone on the other end.

“Where are they?!” she hissed. “I swear I left them right here!”

“What’s going on?” you asked calmly, seated in front of a mirror as your makeup artist applied the finishing touches.

“Your heels, Y/N!” Yeri exclaimed, turning to face you with wide eyes. “The Louboutins we picked for the ceremony. They’re gone!”

You blinked, unbothered. “It’s fine. I can just go in my slippers.”

The room fell silent for a moment as everyone—Yeri, Nari, your makeup artist, and your hairstylist—turned to look at you in utter horror.

“Excuse me, what?” Yeri said, her voice climbing an octave.

“Slippers,” you repeated casually, wiggling your feet in the plush, white hotel slippers you’d been wearing all morning.

“Absolutely not!” Yeri screeched. “This is the wedding of the year, Y/N. Your wedding! You cannot walk down the aisle in slippers!”

“Yeri, it’s not that big of a deal—”

“It is exactly that big of a deal!” she interrupted, throwing her hands in the air. “Do you know how many fashion blogs will be dissecting every detail of this wedding? They’ll zoom in on your feet, Y/N. Your feet!”

Nari jumped in, her voice equally panicked. “I’ll go check the ballroom! Maybe someone accidentally moved them.”

Your hairstylist shook her head. “No, no, I’ll go with you. If they’re not there, we’ll call the concierge to buy a new pair from the boutique downstairs.”

“You guys are overreacting,” you said with a laugh, but your makeup artist chimed in.

“Y/N, sweetie, I love your ‘go-with-the-flow’ attitude, but please don’t ruin Yeri’s masterpiece with slippers.”

Yeri clapped her hands sharply. “Alright! Everyone split up and search. They have to be somewhere!”

Amused, you leaned back in your chair and sipped the glass of champagne someone had handed you earlier. The chaos around you was oddly comforting—proof of how much everyone cared.

Fifteen minutes later, Nari burst into the room, heels in hand. “Found them! Someone put them in the wrong closet.”

Yeri snatched the shoes from her, cradling them like they were made of glass. “Don’t ever scare me like that again!”

“Alright, alright,” you said, standing up. “Crisis averted. Let’s get me into those shoes and down the aisle before Yeri has an aneurysm.”

As they slipped the elegant heels onto your feet, Yeri muttered, “I swear, if you ever suggest slippers again, I’ll personally revoke your fashion sense.”

You smiled, glancing at your reflection in the mirror. “Noted, Yeri.”

With the heels crisis resolved, the bridal suite returned to its bustling yet organized chaos. You stood in the center of the room, a vision of elegance in your intricately designed wedding gown, as everyone fussed over the final details.

“Alright, let’s get this veil perfect,” Yeri said, stepping behind you with a determined expression.

Your hairstylist adjusted the base of the veil where it was secured to your updo. “Hold still, Y/N. We want it to cascade just right.”

Nari knelt to fluff out the long, delicate train of the veil, making sure it flowed seamlessly with your gown. “The photos of this moment will be iconic,” she said, her tone reverent.

Yeri crouched next to her, smoothing out a section of the fabric. “Iconic if everything is perfect,” she muttered.

“You’re doing amazing, sweetie,” you teased, sipping your champagne.

“Not the time for jokes,” Yeri replied without missing a beat. “This veil is practically an heirloom now. I swear, one snag and I’ll lose it.”

Your makeup artist leaned in to check your face one last time. “Lipstick touch-up?”

You shook your head with a smile. “It’s still intact, thanks to your magic.”

Nari stood and clapped her hands together. “The veil is perfect. Yeri, stop touching it before you overdo it.”

Yeri stepped back, giving the ensemble a critical once-over. “Fine. It’s perfect. For now.”

Your stylist handed you your bouquet—a stunning arrangement of peonies, roses, and orchids. “Alright, Y/N, deep breath,” she said, stepping back.

You took a moment to look at yourself in the mirror. The shimmering gown, the intricate veil, the dazzling jewelry—all of it came together in a way that took even your breath away.

“Wow,” you murmured, turning slightly to see the full effect.

“Wow is right,” Yeri said, her voice softening. “You look… incredible.”

The room fell quiet for a moment as everyone admired you, their faces filled with pride and affection.

“Alright,” Yeri said, breaking the silence. “Let’s get you down that aisle and married to your ridiculously handsome fiancé.”

Nari grinned. “Who’s probably nervously pacing right now, knowing him.”

You laughed softly. “Let’s not keep him waiting.”

A soft knock at the door pulled everyone's attention, and the bustling room fell silent. Your father stepped inside, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, his expression a mixture of pride and emotion.

“Ready, darling?” he asked, his voice steady but warm.

You turned toward him, your bouquet clutched tightly in your hands. The sight of him standing there, ready to walk you down the aisle, made your eyes sting with emotion.

“Dad,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

He stepped closer. “You look beautiful, Y/N. Absolutely stunning. Seonghwa’s going to lose it when he sees you.”

A laugh escaped you, light and airy, though it barely masked the lump in your throat. “You think so?”

He smiled, his eyes soft. “I know so. Now, let’s not keep him waiting.”

Yeri, Nari, and the rest of the team scrambled to make the final adjustments. “Veil’s perfect,” Yeri confirmed, her voice slightly trembling with excitement.

“Bouquet—spot on,” Nari added, stepping back to admire the final look. The girls quickly snapped photos of you on their personal phones before leaving to take their places by the aisle.

Your father extended his arm to you, and you slipped your hand into his, feeling the steadiness of his grip. “Alright,” he said, his voice low so only you could hear. “This is your moment. Let’s make it unforgettable.”

The door opened, and the soft hum of the ceremony music drifted in. The coordinator outside gave a nod. “It’s time.”

You took a deep breath, your heart pounding in your chest as your father guided you toward the grand ballroom doors.

The world seemed to slow as the doors swung open, revealing the breathtaking scene before you.

The ballroom of the hotel was transformed into a dreamscape for the wedding of the year. Glittering chandeliers cast a soft, golden glow over the room, where towering floral arrangements of white orchids, roses, and hydrangeas adorned every table. The decor was opulent yet tasteful, with accents of gold and crystal lending a regal air to the space.

This was no ordinary wedding—it was a celebration befitting two of the nation’s most influential figures. Yeri, true to her promise, had planned every detail meticulously, ensuring that the event was not only grand, but also uniquely personal.

A grand staircase wrapped in garlands of greenery and white blooms served as the entrance to the ballroom. Guests, dressed to the nines in haute couture, mingled under the soaring ceilings while an orchestra played a symphony of classical and modern pieces.

Seonghwa stood at the altar at the far end of the ballroom, a vision of perfection in a custom-tailored white tuxedo by one of Italy’s finest designers. His hair was styled immaculately, and his polished black shoes shone under the soft lights. Despite his calm exterior, his hands were clasped tightly in front of him, betraying the nerves coursing through him.

Standing beside him were his groomsmen: Wooyoung and Yunho, all equally dashing. Hongjoong, as the man of honor, stood proudly on your side, his presence a steadying force for both you and Seonghwa.

The music shifted, signaling your arrival. All heads turned to the staircase, where you appeared at the top, your arm lightly resting on your father’s.

“Let’s go,” your father whispered, his voice steadying you as you took your first step forward.

Your wedding gown was nothing short of breathtaking—a custom creation by a Parisian designer, with intricate lace detailing on the bodice that shimmered with hand-stitched crystals. The voluminous skirt trailed behind you like a cloud, and a delicate cathedral-length veil completed the look.

As you descended the staircase, a wave of awe rippled through the crowd. Gasps and murmurs of admiration followed your every step, but your eyes were locked on Seonghwa. His expression was a mixture of pride, love, and barely contained emotion as he watched you make your way to him.

When you reached the altar, your father placed a gentle kiss at the side of your head before he handed you over to Seonghwa, who took your hand gently.

“You look…” he began, his voice barely above a whisper, “like a dream.”

“So do you,” you whispered back with a smile.

The officiant began the ceremony, weaving together stories of your journey together.

Seonghwa’s vows were heartfelt and raw, spoken with a confidence that carried the weight of his feelings. “Y/N, you are my light, my anchor, and my greatest adventure. I promise to love you with everything I have, to support you, and to cherish every moment we share. I’ve waited my whole life to stand here with you. I love you, and I can’t wait to see what comes next.”

Your vows were just as moving, bringing a tear to Seonghwa’s eye. “Seonghwa, you are my partner in every sense of the word. You challenge me, complete me, and make me believe in a love I once thought was impossible. I promise to stand by your side through every storm and every sunny day, to celebrate your successes and pick you up in your moments of doubt. Today, I choose you, and I’ll choose you every day after.”

The officiant’s voice echoed gently in the grand ballroom, a quiet yet commanding presence, “Now, the rings—a symbol of eternity and unending love.”

Seonghwa turned to Hongjoong who handed him an emerald-cut, white diamond ring with a platinum band. His hands were steady as he held it, his gaze never leaving yours.

“Y/N,” he began, his voice soft but filled with conviction, “with this ring, I promise to love you, to honor you, and to stand by you in every moment of our lives together. You’re my everything.”

He slipped the ring onto your finger, the cool metal warming instantly against your skin.

Yeri passed you Seonghwa’s ring, her hands trembling slightly with excitement. You took a deep breath, meeting Seonghwa’s deep, earnest eyes.

“Seonghwa,” you said, your voice wavering for a moment before it steadied, “with this ring, I promise to love you, to respect you, and to stand by your side as your partner and your equal. You’ve given me so much happiness, and I vow to spend the rest of my life giving it back to you.”

Sliding the ring onto his finger, you watched as his lips curved into a small, almost shy smile—a rare expression that made your heart flutter.

The room seemed to hold its breath for a moment, the significance of the gesture heavy in the air. You felt Seonghwa gently squeeze your hand, his warmth grounding you in the moment.

The officiant’s voice broke the stillness, light and celebratory. “With the exchange of these rings, your bond is sealed. I now pronounce you as husband and wife. You may now kiss your br—”

But before the sentence could finish, Seonghwa leaned in, capturing your lips in a soft, lingering kiss that sent the guests into delighted applause, cheers, and laughter due to his impatience. You felt his hands gently cup your face as the moment stretched, filled with warmth and undeniable love.

When he finally pulled back, his grin was boyish and unapologetic, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Sorry,” he whispered, though he clearly wasn’t.

“You couldn’t wait, could you?” you teased, your cheeks flushed as the crowd continued to cheer.

“Not a chance,” he replied, squeezing your hand.

The officiant chuckled, shaking their head before saying, “Well, there you have it—sealed with enthusiasm!”

As you walked hand in hand down the aisle, the orchestra struck up a lively tune, and confetti in shades of gold and ivory rained down, catching the light like tiny stars. The air buzzed with joy, the grandeur of the ballroom matching the overwhelming happiness in your heart.

Friends and family lined the path, showering you with petals and congratulations. Seonghwa leaned close to you, his voice low so only you could hear, “Mrs. Park, I hope you’re ready for forever.”

You glanced up at him, your smile as radiant as the moment. “With you? Always.”

After taking pictures with each other and the guests, you and Seonghwa changed into different outfits for the reception, both of you in full black. Seonghwa wore a black suit while you wore a short, glittery dress with a v-neckline.

By the time you got to the reception hall, it was already in full swing, with guests mingling, sipping champagne, and enjoying the luxurious ambiance of the hotel’s second grand ballroom, which was much bigger than the first. The lights suddenly dimmed, catching everyone’s attention, and the emcee stepped onto the stage with an infectious grin.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” he began, his voice resonating through the space, “I hope everyone is having a great time tonight. Your night is about to get even better as we have a very special surprise for the bride and all of you tonight! Please put your hands together for the groom, Seonghwa, and his crew!”

A spotlight illuminated a section of the ballroom as Seonghwa appeared, flanked by Hongjoong, San, Mingi, Wooyoung, Jongho, Yunho, and Yeosang. They all wore matching sunglasses, their confident smirks drawing cheers and applause from the crowd.

Your jaw dropped as you realized what was happening. “Oh my God,” you murmured, unable to hide your amusement and disbelief.

The music started—a high-energy K-pop hit with a pulsing beat. Seonghwa was front and center, leading the routine with effortless precision. His sharp movements, combined with his undeniable charisma, had everyone screaming. The others followed suit, their choreography perfectly synchronized.

Hongjoong oozed swagger, pointing directly at you at one point, while San’s fluid moves drew audible gasps from the crowd. Mingi and Wooyoung, always the life of the party, brought their playful energy, making exaggerated gestures and winks that had the audience laughing. Jongho’s powerful presence and Yunho’s natural grace balanced the group, while Yeosang’s calm confidence added a touch of elegance.

“They look like a k-pop group!” Nari said to you while laughing and moving to the beat.

“Right?!” Yeri chimed in. “I had no idea all of them could dance this well!”

Halfway through the performance, Seonghwa broke away from the group, extending his hand toward you. The crowd roared as he gestured for you to join him. You shook your head, laughing and blushing, but he wasn’t taking no for an answer.

“Come on, Mrs. Park!” Wooyoung shouted, his mic catching his playful teasing.

With encouragement from everyone around you, you finally relented, taking Seonghwa’s hand. He pulled you onto the makeshift dance floor, spinning you gracefully before leading you into a simple but romantic move that fit seamlessly into the choreography.

The performance ended with Seonghwa dipping you dramatically, his face inches from yours. The room erupted in applause and cheers as he leaned in to kiss you, sealing the moment with a perfect touch of romance.

As the music faded and the lights returned to normal, the emcee took the mic again, laughing. “Now that’s how you make a reception unforgettable! Let’s hear it for the groom and his incredible crew!”

The energy in the room was electric as Seonghwa pulled you into a hug, his lips brushing your ear. “Did you like it?”

“Like it?” you replied, grinning. “I think you just set the bar impossibly high for every other wedding.”

Seonghwa laughed, his hand resting on your waist. “Good. Only the best for you.”

“Did you all think we were done?” the emcee teased, his voice brimming with energy. “The bride and her girls also prepared a surprise!”

Seonghwa’s eyebrows shot up in disbelief, a small, amused smile tugging at his lips. “You’ve been keeping secrets from me?” he asked, his tone playful as he leaned closer.

You smirked, your eyes glinting with mischief. “You’re not the only one who’s slick, Mr. Park.” With a wink, you turned and made your way toward the dance floor, joined by Yeri, Nari, and two of your closest friends.

The lights dimmed again, and a spotlight followed you and your squad as you took your positions. The crowd’s anticipation was palpable, with guests craning their necks to see what was coming next.

A sultry beat filled the room, and the five of you burst into a lively and perfectly coordinated routine. The choreography was bold, fun, and flirtatious—an exciting mix of sass and elegance that immediately captivated the crowd.

Yeri, ever the queen of confidence, flipped her hair dramatically, earning loud cheers, while Nari’s graceful moves balanced the group’s energy. Your other two friends brought their own flair, their expressions playful and cheeky.

But it was you who stole the show. Your movements were sharp yet fluid, your expression a perfect mix of allure and confidence as you worked the floor. Every step seemed to be aimed directly at Seonghwa, whose stunned expression quickly turned into a wide grin.

Halfway through the performance, the music shifted into a high-energy medley, and the routine became even more dynamic. The girls hyped you up as you took center stage, hitting the moves with precision and a touch of attitude that had everyone cheering, though you were mentally screaming at yourself to not fall in the heels you were dancing in.

Seonghwa, who had been seated at the edge of the dance floor, stood up and clapped along, his pride and admiration evident. He exchanged amused looks with Hongjoong and the others, who were just as impressed.

As the routine ended with a dramatic pose, the ballroom erupted in applause and whistles. The emcee’s laughter boomed through the speakers. “Wow! Give it up for the bride and her girls! I think Mr. Park’s speechless!”

Breathless but exhilarated, you walked toward Seonghwa, who was still clapping, his smile impossibly wide. “So?” you asked, tilting your head. “What do you think?”

He stepped closer, sliding an arm around your waist and leaning in to whisper, “I think you just became even more perfect in my eyes.”

You laughed, brushing a hand over his chest. “Good. Only the best for you,” you quoted his words from earlier.

“Looks like the Park couple knows how to entertain,” the emcee quipped. “Now let’s get the party going again!”

The music transitioned to an upbeat tune, and the dance floor flooded with guests, all eager to keep the energy alive. Seonghwa pulled you close, his hands resting on your hips.

“Care for a dance, Mrs. Park?” he asked, his voice low and warm. “Unless your performance tired you out?” he challenged.

You smirked, taking his glass of whiskey from him and downing it in one go. “Oh, you’re on.”

Seonghwa raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed, as you handed the empty glass back to him with a smirk. “Bold move,” he murmured, his voice full of amusement and intrigue.

“I thought you liked bold,” you teased, taking his hand and leading him toward the center of the dance floor.

The lights dimmed slightly, and the vibrant beat of the music pulsed through the room, urging everyone to let loose. Seonghwa pulled you closer, his movements smooth and confident as he matched your energy effortlessly.

“Mrs. Park, you’re full of surprises tonight,” he said, spinning you around before bringing you back into his arms.

“Get used to it,” you replied, your grin wide and mischievous.

The two of you moved together in perfect sync, your chemistry undeniable. Guests couldn’t help but stop and admire the newlyweds as you owned the dance floor, a mix of elegance and playful charm radiating from every step.

At one point, Yeri and San joined in, adding their usual chaotic energy to the mix. Wooyoung tried to out-dance Seonghwa with exaggerated moves, earning a round of laughter when Seonghwa effortlessly countered with a smooth twirl and dip of you, leaving Wooyoung mock-defeated.

“You’re showing off now,” you whispered, breathless from the dance and the adrenaline coursing through you.

“I’m just smooth like that,” Seonghwa replied, leaning down to steal a quick kiss amidst the cheers and applause surrounding you.

As the song ended, the emcee’s voice boomed once more. “Ladies and gentlemen, I think it’s safe to say that the Parks are officially the king and queen of the dance floor tonight!”

The crowd erupted into cheers, and Seonghwa wrapped an arm around your waist, his face glowing with happiness. “We’re just getting started,” he said softly, his gaze locked on yours, his love and admiration shining through.

You smiled, leaning into him as the next song began to play. The celebration was far from over, and with Seonghwa by your side, it was shaping up to be the perfect beginning to your new life together.

The night air was crisp as you stepped out of the venue after the reception, Seonghwa’s hand firmly holding yours. Guests formed a lively crowd, clapping, cheering, and waving sparklers as they sent you off in style. Yeri was shouting playful advice about married life, while Hongjoong pretended to dab tears from his eyes dramatically.

Seonghwa chuckled at the spectacle, guiding you toward the sleek black car waiting by the curb. Your family’s trusted driver stood ready, offering a respectful nod as he opened the door for you.

“Ready, Mrs. Park?” Seonghwa asked, his voice warm and full of pride.

You grinned, sliding into the back seat. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

Seonghwa followed, settling in beside you. The driver closed the door and got into the front, smoothly pulling away from the venue. Guests cheered louder, throwing flower petals and confetti in your direction as the car disappeared into the night.

Inside the car, a peaceful silence settled. Seonghwa leaned his head back, his hand finding yours instinctively. The soft leather seats and the muted hum of the engine made the moment feel cozy, a stark contrast to the buzz of the reception.

“You’ve been quiet,” you said, breaking the silence. “What’s on your mind?”

He turned to you, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Just thinking about how surreal it feels. Tonight was perfect. You were perfect. And now, you’re my wife.”

The sincerity in his voice made your heart swell. You gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “It still feels unreal to me too,” you admitted.

The car glided through the city streets, the twinkling Seoul skyline glowing in the distance. Before long, you arrived at the private parking garage of your new apartment building. The driver stepped out, opening the door for you both.

“Thank you, Mr. Yoon,” you said with a grateful smile as Seonghwa helped you out of the car.

“Always a pleasure, Ms.—Mrs. Park,” the driver replied, correcting himself with a chuckle.

Seonghwa chuckled softly as well, resting his hand on the small of your back as he led you to the private elevator. “That’s going to take some getting used to,” he said playfully.

The ride up to the apartment was quick, and when the elevator doors opened, Seonghwa unlocked the door, stepping aside to let you enter first.

Your breath hitched as you took in the sight of your now fully furnished new home. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of the glittering Seoul skyline. The living room was a perfect blend of modern elegance and inviting warmth, the plush furniture and carefully chosen decor reflecting both your styles.

“It’s beautiful,” you whispered, your voice tinged with awe. Most of the décor was chosen by Seonghwa, though you knew Jongho and Mingi helped him a lot with it.

“I wanted it to feel like home for you,” Seonghwa said softly, his arms wrapping around you from behind.

Your gaze wandered to the open kitchen with its sleek marble countertops, the balcony with a luxurious jacuzzi overlooking the city, and the spacious bedroom that exuded a serene, cozy vibe.

“You really outdid yourself,” you said, turning in his arms to look at him.

“I’d do it a hundred times over for you, sweetheart,” he replied, his eyes filled with love as he leaned down to kiss you.

The kiss lingered, full of promise and the unspoken excitement of starting your new life together. When he pulled back, he smiled. “Welcome home, Mrs. Park.”

“Home,” you echoed, the word feeling heavier with meaning as you smiled up at him. You walked around the whole house, checking out each room before finally walking into your bedroom.

You stop right in front of the massive king-size bed, staring down at the golden sheets. Seonghwa moved to stand right behind you, pushing your hair to one side. You felt a shiver run down your spine as Seonghwa’s warm breath brushed against your skin. His hands found your waist, pulling you closer to him as he pressed a kiss to the curve of your neck.

“Well, my wife,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing against your sensitive skin, “imagine the things we would do in here…”

You let out a soft laugh, turning your head slightly to meet his gaze. His dark eyes held a mischievous glint, his lips curled into that signature smirk that never failed to weaken your resolve.

“Is that so, husband?” you teased, leaning back into his embrace, feeling his hard dick press against your back. “And here I thought we’d just use it for sleeping.”

Seonghwa chuckled, the sound deep and rich. His hands moved to your hips, gently turning you to face him. “Oh, we’ll definitely be sleeping,” he said, his tone playfully suggestive, “eventually.”

You rolled your eyes with a smirk, but before you could retort, Seonghwa closed the distance between you, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. His hands slid up your back, anchoring you against him as his kiss deepened, filled with passion and unspoken promises.

When he pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against yours, he whispered, “I’ve waited for this moment for so long—just you, me, and no interruptions.”

Your heart swelled at his words, the sincerity in his voice wrapping around you like a warm blanket. “Me too,” you admitted softly.

Without breaking eye contact, Seonghwa lifted you effortlessly into his arms, carrying you the rest of the way to the bed. He placed you down gently, his hands brushing against the golden sheets as he leaned over you.

“Let me show you how much I love you,” he said, his voice filled with reverence, as if you were the most precious thing in his world.

Seonghwa’s eyes held yours as he reached for the delicate clasp at the back of your dress, his fingers brushing against your skin with a tenderness that made your breath hitch. Slowly, deliberately, he undid the fastening, the fabric loosening and sliding down your shoulders like a whisper.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice soft, almost reverent. He leaned in, pressing a feather-light kiss to your bare shoulder, his lips warm against your skin.

He didn’t rush. His movements were deliberate, his attention solely on you. His hands followed the trail of the dress as it slipped further, revealing more of you to his gaze. His fingers were gentle, grazing your sides and lingering over the curve of your waist.

When the dress finally pooled at your feet leaving you in your lacey black lingerie that was made especially for this night, he knelt, his hands gliding down your legs as he helped you step out of the dress. He looked up at you from where he was, his eyes filled with adoration and something deeper—something that made your heart race.

He placed gentle kisses on your inner thighs and you could feel the heat at your core. Seonghwa placed a kiss on your clothed pussy before he rose slowly, his hands finding yours and guiding them to the buttons of his shirt. “I want you to undress me too,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

You complied, your fingers trembling slightly as you worked each button free, revealing inch by inch of his toned chest. He didn’t rush you, his hands resting lightly on your hips as he watched you, his gaze tender and full of love.

When his shirt joined your dress on the floor, he cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing softly against your cheeks. “We have all the time in the world,” he said, his voice steady, grounding.

His lips found yours again, the kiss deep and unhurried. It was a kiss that spoke of devotion, of commitment, of a love so profound it left you breathless.

Seonghwa’s hands continued their gentle exploration, tracing every curve, every line, as if committing you to memory even though he’s done it so many times before. He guided you back to the bed, his touch never leaving yours.

Your arms snaked around his neck, pulling him into a kiss, falling back on the sheets of your shared bed. He hovered over you, his knee moving in between your legs, rubbing against your pussy. You whimpered at the contact, causing him to move his knee again before he stopped to trail kisses from your lips to your neck, down to your breasts. He took his sweet time there, gently pulling the fabric down enough to lightly suck your nipple while his hand toyed with the other one. He mirrored his actions before continuing his kisses down your stomach before stopping at the waistband of your panties.

“Now, my love…” he whispered against your skin. “I’ll let you decide how you want me to taste you. Should I take you like this, or do you want to sit on my face?” His words made you whimper, your thighs pressing the sides of his body.

“Uh, anything is fine,” you replied. “Whatever you like.”

“Mhmm.” He kissed your clothed pussy before standing up to take your panties off, tossing it aside. “On my face it is, then.”

He moved to lie down on the bed, his head resting against a pillow, gesturing for you to come to him. You moved so that you were positioned over his face, knees on either side of him, being careful to not put your weight on him. He placed your hands on your hips, bringing you down until your pussy was right above his mouth. He started off slow, his tongue exploring your wet pussy before he latched onto your clit. He gently sucked at your nub, his wet tongue darting out to put pressure on your clit. You moaned and couldn’t help but grind yourself against his tongue. He pulled away for a brief second before lapping at your pussy in a faster pace. He put more pressure on your hips to lock you in place while he ate you out like a starved man.

“Hwa… I’m…” you couldn’t even finish your sentence before your orgasm hit you in waves, coming undone on his tongue. Seonghwa didn’t stop though and instead lapped at your pussy even more until you were overstimulated and couldn’t handle more.

When he pulled away, you felt like you could cum again at the sight of his lips glistening with your wetness. His tongue darted out to lick his lips, a satisfied smirk on his face. You moved away from his face, lying down next to him, pulling him into a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips.

Seonghwa broke away from the kiss to take his pants off along with his briefs before hovering over you. He pumped his hard cock a few times before smoothly entering your wet pussy. He leaned down to hungrily kiss you while he moved in you. He wanted to take things slow and savor this moment, but he was finding it difficult to do so with the way your walls clenched around him so tightly and the way you were bucking your hips up to meet his.

You pulled away from the kiss. “Hwa… please… faster,” you begged. He did as you said, increasing his pace, his dick continuously hitting your sweet spot. You screamed his name as your second orgasm washed over you quickly and you moved away from his dick so it would slip out. You swiftly turned onto your stomach and got on all fours, lowering your upper body so that your ass stuck out to him.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Seonghwa growled. “I can’t believe this beautiful woman is all mine.”

You wiggled you hips slightly, begging him to fuck you. He entered you again, going deeper than before. He kept a faster pace, his hands gripping your hips while he fucked you from behind. The sound of skin slapping and your loud moans filled the air, and you pressed your face harder onto the sheets while he rammed into you. It wasn’t long before his own orgasm caught up, shooting his load in you. He stilled and you felt his dick throb with every release before he carefully pulled out.

You laid down on your stomach and he joined you, placing a kiss to your head.

“Sleepy?” he asked.

“Mhmm,” you murmured. “I need to shower first.”

“You don’t have to move,” Seonghwa said softly, his voice warm and low. He shifted closer, his hand gently brushing your hair away from your face. “Just rest for a bit. I’ll run the shower for you.”

You hummed in response, eyes fluttering closed as you felt his lips press against your temple. “You’re spoiling me, Mr. Park,” you murmured, a faint smile tugging at your lips.

“I intend to,” he replied with a chuckle, his fingers trailing soothing patterns along your back. “It’s my job as your husband now.”

The word "husband" made your heart flutter, and you turned your head slightly to glance at him, your cheek resting against the golden sheets. “I could get used to this.”

Seonghwa grinned, leaning down to kiss the tip of your nose. Reluctantly, he pulled himself away, heading into the en-suite bathroom. You heard the sound of water running as he adjusted the temperature, and a moment later, he returned, crouching down beside you.

“Shower’s ready, love,” he said, his hand brushing lightly against your arm.

You groaned softly but pushed yourself up, Seonghwa’s hands immediately steadying you. “You’re too good to me,” you said, stretching as you stood.

“Not possible,” he replied, his eyes sparkling with affection.

He followed you into the bathroom, his hands resting on your shoulders as he guided you toward the warm cascade of water. “Let me help you,” he offered, stepping into the shower with you, reaching for your bottle of bodywash.

Seonghwa’s hands worked the bodywash into a soft lather, his touch gentle as he began to glide his hands along your shoulders and arms. The warm water cascaded around you both, and you sighed, leaning into his touch.

“It’s been a long day,” he murmured, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “Let me take care of you.”

His movements were slow and deliberate, his fingers kneading away any tension in your muscles as he worked his way down your back. The intimacy of the moment wasn’t rushed or fueled by desire but instead filled with an overwhelming tenderness that made your chest tighten.

“You don’t have to spoil me like this, you know,” you said softly, tilting your head back to look at him.

“I want to,” he replied without hesitation, his eyes meeting yours. “You’ve done so much for me, for us. This is just a small way to show you how much I appreciate you.”

He cupped your face, his thumb brushing against your cheek as water trickled down his arm. “You’re everything to me, Mrs. Park,” he said, his voice low and filled with conviction.

The way he said it, like you were his entire world, made your heart swell. You smiled up at him, your hands resting on his chest. “And you’re everything to me too.”

Seonghwa leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, the warm water making the moment feel like a dream. When he pulled back, he continued his task, his touch lingering on every inch of your skin as he helped rinse away the suds.

By the time the shower ended, you felt entirely refreshed, your mind and heart lighter than they’d been all day. Seonghwa wrapped you in a fluffy towel, his hands brushing against your arms as he tucked it around you snugly.

Standing side by side at the bathroom sink, you and Seonghwa brushed your teeth in comfortable silence, stealing glances at each other in the mirror. His hair was slightly damp, and his eyes softened every time they met yours. When he caught you staring, he wiggled his eyebrows playfully, making you giggle through your toothpaste.

After rinsing and doing your skincare, you both changed into the matching pajamas Yeri had gifted—simple and cozy with little embroidered hearts on the cuffs. Seonghwa looked down at his set with mock disdain. “I never thought I’d wear something like this,” he teased, tugging at the hem.

“You look adorable,” you countered, stepping closer to adjust the collar.

“Adorable enough to make me rethink my choices,” he quipped, grinning, but his arms instinctively wrapped around your waist, pulling you against him.

Together, you walked into the bedroom, the golden glow of the bedside lamps casting a warm light over the space. The king-size bed, with its luxurious golden sheets, felt more inviting than ever. Seonghwa pulled back the covers and gestured dramatically for you to get in.

“Your throne, my queen,” he said with a flourish, making you laugh.

You slipped into bed, feeling the cool, silky fabric against your skin. Seonghwa climbed in beside you, immediately pulling you into his arms. The day’s excitement melted away as he nestled you against his chest, his steady heartbeat soothing you.

He kissed the top of your head, his voice a soft whisper in the quiet room. “I still can’t believe we’re here, like this, married.”

You tilted your head to look at him, your hand resting on his chest. “It feels like a dream,” you admitted. “A really, really good dream.”

Seonghwa chuckled, his fingers brushing against your cheek. “If it’s a dream, I don’t ever want to wake up.”

You smiled, your heart swelling with the kind of happiness that felt almost surreal. “Mhmm… I love you, Seonghwa,” you said softly.

“And I love you too,” he replied, his voice full of warmth and promise.

As you lay there, wrapped in his arms, the world outside faded away. The future felt bright, the love between you unshakable.

With a content sigh, you closed your eyes, knowing that no matter what lay ahead, you’d face it together—always.

The End

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19 ⸺ YERI

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part of the series: LOGICAL

“yeri, your shoes are untied.”

the five year old looked down at her shoes, the laces flopping around her tiny ankles. she fumbled with them, her small fingers struggling to tie them properly. her aunt, kim taeyeon, crouched beside her, offering a gentle hand.

“let me help you with that,” taeyeon said, tying the laces with practiced ease. “we wouldn’t want you tripping on the court.”

yeri’s eyes shone with adoration as she looked up at her aunt. she had spent hours watching videos of the olympian playing, studying every move taeyeon made with complete fascination. the sheer power of her gameplay had captivated yeri from a young age, and even though she was young, yeri knew exactly what she wanted to do with her life.

“i want to be just like you, aunt taeyeon,” yeri mentioned as she put her hands on her hips, her voice filled with determination. “i want to be an olympian too.”

taeyeon’s heart warmed at yeri’s words. she had always been a source of inspiration for her niece, but hearing yeri express such a clear desire to follow in her footsteps was both humbling and motivating. she gently ruffled her niece’s hair before standing back up.

“then let's get you started.”

looking back, yeri didn’t know how taeyeon didn’t give up on her. the first time she tried dribbling, the ball bounced off of her foot and went off the court somewhere to the side. when she tried a layup, she jumped far too early and completely missed the backboard.

each mistake felt like a small defeat, but taeyeon was always there, offering gentle corrections and endless encouragement.

“it’s okay to make mistakes,” taeyeon would say softly. “it’s just another step towards getting better.”

yeri remembered those early sessions vividly—her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, her heart sinking with every clumsy move. but her aunt’s unwavering support was like a steady beacon, guiding her through the frustration. whenever yeri felt like giving up, her aunt’s voice reminded her why she started and why it was worth pushing through.

as yeri grew, her skills started to improve, but the journey was far from smooth. she struggled with coordination, her form still imperfect. yet, each small victory—whether it was a successful dribble or a well-placed shot—felt monumental after all the challenges she’d faced. it was clear that her progress came from relentless practice and taeyeon’s unyielding belief in her.

then came the day when everything shifted.

yeri and y/n were curled up on the couch, watching an old video of taeyeon’s game. the screen showed taeyeon dribbling and making a spectacular pass.

“look at aunt taeyeon!” yeri said, her eyes glued to the tv. “she’s so fast and cool.” y/n, only five at the time, slowly blinked and pointed at the tv with her small hand. “her,” she said, pointing to one of the defenders on screen. “she’s looking the wrong way. that’s why she didn’t see my mom.”

yeri squinted at the screen. “oh, i mean i guess. but didn’t you see the pass?” the older girl was confused. she had watched this game numerous times, and she knew her aunt was good, but it never dawned on her to look at anyone else on the court.

“uh-huh,” y/n nodded quickly, “but that other girl wasn’t even watching. and the one on the other side didn’t move fast enough. they should’ve been closer to my mom.”

kim yeri’s confusion deepened. she knew y/n had seen her fair share of her mother’s games, but y/n’s observations were on another level. yeri watched as her younger cousin picked apart every detail with ease.

“wow,” yeri said, still trying to catch up. “i didn’t notice any of that. i just saw aunt taeyeon being amazing.”

“yeri, are you ready?” taeyeon’s voice cut through the living room as she pulled a cap over her head. her sharp eyes quickly glanced at the tv before chuckling softly. “you’re watching that again?”

the older girl looked up, a mixture of embarrassment and eagerness on her face. “it’s almost done, aunt taeyeon. i was just showing y/n how you play.”

the olypmian’s gaze shifted to her daughter, who was still absorbed in the game. “oh, and what do you think of it, kiddo?” y/n looked up with wide eyes, hesitantly turning back to the tv to answer her mother’s question.

“the girl in blue didn’t look the right way.”

taeyeon raised an eyebrow, intrigued. she glanced at the screen, watching her younger self set up another play for her team. it was one of the earlier games of her career, against japan in a showcase tournament. she remembered it like it was yesterday, as she did with every game.

“really? what else do you see?”

y/n pointed at the screen, her tiny finger tracing the movements. “that girl didn’t move fast enough, and that other one was too far away. i think they should have been closer to you, mommy.”

sharp eyes widened slightly, a mixture of surprise and pride crossing her face. her daughter definitely had the eyes for the game, especially at such a young age. taeyeon’s mind raced with the possibilities.

“you know what? i think it’d be great if you practiced with yeri from now on.”

—

the gym was buzzing with excitement as the middle school basketball teams prepared for their big game. yeri, now in 7th grade, was a starting player for the a team. her 6th-grade cousin, y/n, had been placed on the same team as a third-string point guard. despite being so low on the roster, it was a rare opportunity for a younger player to compete against 7th and 8th graders.

“yeri?” the mentioned girl looked at her cousin while they quickly finished stretching. “what’s wrong?” the older girl asked, concern etched in her features. “did someone tell you something?” she quickly looked around, her head scanning the court and the crowd for no one in particular. yeri was used to her aunt’s reputation becoming intertwined with hers. she was used to the small comments and the comparisons. however, she knew that her younger cousin was going to have it worse than she did, especially since she was already making her own mark.

y/n pointed to yeri’s shoes, which were once again untied. “your laces are untied.” she said softly as she glanced over at her mother, who was watching in the stands. “my mom was looking at them, too.”

“aw man, again?”

the game started with high intensity. yeri and her teammates gave it their all, but by the end of the third quarter, they were trailing by 20 points. the scoreboard glared with the opposing team’s lead, and frustration was evident on the faces of yeri and her teammates.

taeyeon, sitting in the stands with a mix of concern and hope, glanced over at her daughter. y/n was seated on the bench, fidgeting with the hem of her yellow jersey. the olympian always hated yellow jerseys, but seeing her daughter in one made her reconsider her opinion.

as the game dragged on, the score gap widened, and taeyeon’s worry grew. her daughter, despite her exceptional talent, was sitting on the bench. she watched as y/n’s small figure shifted restlessly, her determination evident even from a distance.

“come on,” she muttered under her breath as her eyes shifted to the coach. “put her in already.”

the coach paced along the sidelines, clearly stressed by the way the game was slipping away. with just minutes left in the third quarter and the team down by twenty points, he finally looked toward y/n. he hesitated, glancing between his first-string players and the eager 6th grader sitting on the end of the bench.

taeyeon knew her age wasn’t the only reason why he didn’t want to put her in. he knew exactly who y/n’s mother was—everyone did. taeyeon’s legacy loomed large, and the former olympian could tell he didn’t want to be accused of favoritism.

however, there was also an edge of resentment beneath his hesitance, a belief that y/n was only where she was because of her mother’s name.

he had been the same way with yeri when she first joined the team, but it wasn’t nearly as bad. yeri had to prove herself too, but y/n? she was met with even colder shoulders, sharper critiques, and an unspoken expectation that she had to be flawless just to be seen as average.

y/n knew she could turn things around, but she was also well aware of why she wasn’t being put in.

taeyeon clenched her jaw, watching the coach as he stubbornly kept y/n benched. it was infuriating. the game was slipping away—twenty points down and only one quarter left. the starters looked exhausted, and the second string had already faltered, but he still refused to call on her daughter.

she could see the frustration building in y/n, who was still fidgeting with her jersey, glancing at the court with impatience. yeri was getting frustrated, too. whenever yeri wasn’t with y/n, she got frustrated. taeyeon knew this firsthand since she had been training yeri and y/n had been training together for years.

yeri was always sharper, more focused, when y/n was on the court with her. without her younger cousin, yeri’s movements were getting sloppy, her frustration leaking into every play. it was a vicious cycle—yeri messed up, got mad at herself, and then messed up again. taeyeon could see it all unfolding like a bad rerun, and their coach was either too blind to notice or too stubborn to care.

yeri, despite her best efforts, kept glancing toward the bench where y/n sat. the gap between them wasn’t just physical—it was mental. y/n was the calming presence that kept yeri’s nerves in check, and right now, she was spiraling without that anchor. the whole team was unraveling, and everyone could see it except the one person who could do something about it.

finally, with a scowl that made it clear he was acting out of desperation rather than belief in y/n’s abilities, the coach yelled, “kim! get in there!”

taeyeon’s eyes narrowed at the way he spoke to her daughter, but y/n didn’t flinch. she simply nodded and jogged onto the court, her small frame brimming with confidence that belied her years. for just one moment, y/n took a quick glance back at her mother.

the olympian’s lips curved into a small smile, and y/n knew she had her mother’s full support.

once y/n stepped on the court, something shifted. despite her small size compared to the older players, there was a sense of calmness about her. the moment the ball was in her hands, she scanned the court like she was reading a book. it wasn’t about her skill alone—it was about how she understood the game at its core.

yeri’s frustration physically vanished off her features once she saw her younger cousin in action. it was like a switch flipped. the uncertainty that had clouded yeri’s play all game melted away as she watched y/n take command of the court. despite being a year younger and significantly shorter than the eighth graders towering around her, y/n played with a level of poise and intelligence far beyond her age.

y/n didn’t waste time trying to impress anyone with flashy moves. instead, she focused on breaking down the defense, picking apart their weaknesses like it was second nature. she noticed how the tallest girl on the other team was slow on her rotations, how one of the guards kept favoring her right side, and how another player hesitated every time she switched on defense. y/n exploited all of it with simple but effective plays, directing her teammates with quick gestures and sharp glances.

yeri, catching onto y/n’s rhythm, fell right in line. the way they played together felt like clockwork—smooth, precise, and unforced. y/n knew exactly where yeri would be without even looking, and yeri trusted her cousin completely, letting go of the tension that had plagued her earlier in the game. they worked in tandem, reading each other’s movements as naturally as breathing.

the other players started feeding off y/n’s energy, and within just mere moments, they began chipping away at the lead. taeyeon leaned forward, her heart pounding as the gap narrowed.

every time y/n made a play, it was like watching a young version of herself—but there was something different, something more refined.

the game ended with their school winning, and y/n had managed to help beat the opposing team by 10 extra points. from that day forward, y/n was chosen as the starting point guard for every single game that season.

—

the summer heat hung heavy in the air as yeri and y/n sat side by side on the old court they’d spent so many hours on as kids. the echoes of bouncing balls and squeaking sneakers had faded, leaving only the quiet hum of cicadas and the faint buzz of distant traffic.

y/n was on the brink of entering ygu as a first-year student while yeri was about to enter her second year. the younger girl leaned back against the cool metal of the bleachers while yeri sat beside her, staring at the worn-down lines of the court with a distant look in her eyes. ygu’s summer training started in just a week, but taeyeon had the two girls working since the day they got out for summer vacation.

in the past, yeri would be over the moon knowing that she’d finally be able to practice in a gym with air conditioning instead of outside in her aunt’s backyard court. but this time, it felt different. she wasn’t looking forward to anything.

y/n nudged her cousin with her shoulder. “you okay, yeri? you’ve been quiet all afternoon.” yeri sighed softly, her fingers absentmindedly picking at a loose thread on her shorts. “i’ve just been thinking a lot.”

“about what?”

yeri took a moment to think before slowly answering. “about basketball, i guess.” her voice wavered slightly. “i don’t know if i want to play anymore.” y/n’s eyes widened in surprise, but she didn’t immediately say anything. instead, she waited, letting yeri find the words.

“it’s not that i hate it,” yeri continued, her gaze fixed on the cracked asphalt beneath her shoes. “but i’ve never loved the game the way you do. not like how your mom loves it, or how you light up whenever you talk about it.” she paused, swallowing hard. “i just don’t think i need to play anymore.”

y/n frowned, tilting her head to the side in utter confusion. yeri spoke a lot of nonsense before, but this was different. she could tell her cousin was serious about this. “why do you think that?” the younger girl asked gently.

yeri finally met y/n’s eyes, her expression torn but she managed to force a small smile. “when you started playing, i felt like i had to protect you.”

y/n’s frown deepened, her young face etched with concern. she couldn’t quite grasp why her cousin was talking like this. yeri had always been the confident one, the one who looked out for her, guided her, and made sure she never felt alone. the thought that yeri might be struggling with something so serious left her unsettled. “protect me from what?” the younger player asked softly, her voice barely louder than the crickets in the distance.

her cousin took a shaky breath, struggling to put her thoughts into words. “you were so little when you started, y/n. you had all this talent, but you didn’t see the pressure it put on you. and then everyone started comparing you to your mom—hell, they compared me to her too. but for you, it was so much more intense. i felt like i had to shield you from all that, like if i could just be by your side, people wouldn’t be so harsh.”

y/n’s eyes widened as she realized the weight yeri had been carrying all this time. she knew the whispers and the expectations, but she never knew how much they’d affected yeri. “but you don’t have to protect me, yeri. i’m not afraid of what people think.” she replied, moving to lean closer to her older cousin.

“i know you’re not,” yeri said with a small chuckle, though it lacked her usual energy. “you’ve always been fearless, even when everyone’s watching. but me? i guess i’m tired, y/n. i’ve spent so long worrying about what others think of both of us that i lost sight of whether or not i even want to play.”

the younger girl’s gaze softened, understanding dawning in her eyes. yeri had always been her rock, but now it was time for her to be there for her older cousin. “you don’t have to play for me. you don’t have to protect me either. i’m strong enough now, because you helped me get there.”

the older player chuckled once more, shaking her head lightly before turning to look at her cousin right in the eyes. “you’re the number one player in the country and you haven’t even started a collegiate career yet. you’ve always had that drive, that spark. and i’m proud of you, y/n. i’ve always been. but i guess i’m just not sure if basketball is what i want for myself anymore.”

she knew y/n’s heart was going to break, but she forced herself to stay calm. y/n tried to collect her thoughts quickly, but the reality of what was happening was starting to set in.

“but you’re my teammate, yeri. you’ve always been there with me, through all of it. i don’t want to play without you.”

yeri gave a small, sad smile. “you don’t need me, though. you never did. you’re more than good enough to make it on your own.”

“but it’s not the same without you,” the younger kim insisted as she rose from her seated position and turned to fully face her cousin. “it’s not just about basketball. you’ve been my best friend, my partner, the one who’s always had my back. every time i picture playing in college, i picture us together. i don’t care how good i am or how far i go if you’re not there with me.”

“y/n,” yeri whispered as bit her lip, looking torn. the older girl didn’t know what to do anymore, or how to feel. “you’re going to be an olympian one day. you’re made for this. i’m not.”

“you think i want to be an olympian without you?” y/n’s voice cracked slightly as she spoke. “what’s the point of reaching all those goals if i’m doing it alone?”

her older cousin stayed silent for a moment, processing the younger’s words. she knew y/n meant every bit of what she was saying, but the truth was basketball wasn’t in her heart the way it was in y/n’s.

still, one thing was clear—she couldn’t imagine stepping away and not being there to watch her cousin achieve everything she was destined for.

“i want to see you succeed more than anything,” yeri said softly as she pointed a finger up at her cousin. “and i want to be there when you get to where you’re supposed to be because you deserve it. you’ve worked so hard, but i don’t want to keep playing if it’s just out of obligation. it has to mean something more.”

“but it does mean more,” y/n said, her voice growing quieter. “it’s us. we’ve always been a team, yeri. you’ve always pushed me to be better, whether you realize it or not.”

the older girl felt her chest tighten while the weight of her decision hung heavy. she had already told taeyeon at the start of the summer that she might not come back to the court this season, but her aunt told her to take some time to truly think about it.

however, the ashes of yeri’s desire were still burning. she realized it wasn’t about her wanting to play or not, it was about what it all meant to her. basketball, taeyeon, y/n—they weren’t separate reasons but pieces of one whole. it was about family.

she wanted to play not just for herself, but with her family.

“alright,” she said, her voice thick with emotion. “i’ll keep playing. not because i’m in love with basketball, but because i’m in love with seeing you do what you were born to do. i want to see you get there, and i want to be right by your side when you do.”

y/n’s face broke into a relieved smile as she threw her arms around her cousin. “you won’t regret it, yeri. we’re gonna do this together, just like we always have.” yeri hugged her back tightly, hoping that, in some way, continuing this journey together would help her rediscover the joy she once felt.

if nothing else, she knew she’d be there for y/n, every step of the way.

and maybe, just maybe, that would be enough.

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fanfiction4sooya · 1 year ago

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Loyal dog (Sub A! Seulgi x Dom O!Reader)

This was a request, but I think I lost it somewhere 😭 I hope y'all like it babies!! 💖💖💖💖

tw: abo dynamics, unprotected sex, edging, crying, reader is a little rude, jerking off, nipple play, cum swallowing, etc.

Last board meeting went hectic. You were the head of the meeting, conducting every single detail and discussion, very focused on finding the solutions the other shareholders needed. One of them was pushing for a sale you were reluctant to accept because you really didn't find any benefit on it. A stupid alpha that couldn't think ahead like you could.

"It's not up to you to deny anything" The alpha said, her eyes were cold and her demeanor was definitely disgusted; Many alphas didn't like omegas in position of power. You felt in the depths of your soul she really wanted to say Omegas had no say in anything.

"Well, Ms..." You looked down looking for a paper with her name. "Park, isn't it?"Lifting your head, you could see her eyebrows slightly lift in this contained anger. "Ms Park Sooyoung, I do in fact have a say in this since I'm the head of the board and my success rates are high. Higher than any of yours, I might say"

She tried to make you back down by staring at you, her pheromones strong as she tried to make you submit. That was so disrespectful and rude to do on a work setting that you felt your anger bubble inside you. When you were about to say something, a more sharp voice cut your phrase through, the sound reverberating around the meeting room.

"If you have any decorum, I advise you to stop this little attempt of strength play with your weak pheromones and leave this meeting" You looked straight at her, Kang Seulgi. Pretty, collected and overall avoiding of you. Your eyes quickly scanned her and you lightly scoffed.

Another brainless Alpha trying to assert dominance.

"I don't need a knight in a shiny armor, Ms Kang. I can handle insubordination myself" You said before the other Alpha could respond. She lowered her eyes, looking at her hands as she clenched her jaw. "But since you said it, it is against the company's policy to try making anyone to submit on the clock, specially in democratic meetings" You took a deep breath a little affected by Sooyoung, but your poker face was impeccable. "This meeting is over, for now" You said seeing red, dismissing all the others and going straight to your own office.

Anger seething, your blood boiling for so many reasons. You stood by your window trying to collect yourself, wanting nothing more than to jump onto Park's neck, end that little arrogant look. You fucking hated those types of alphas.

And Kang Seulgi? Oh she was so much worse with that condescending tone and those eyes, those fucking lowered eyes...

Next thing you knew you had already asked your secretary to call her to your office. You needed to see something by yourself.

"Did you ask to see me, boss?" She entered your office, closing the door behind her; perfect posture, secure of herself and her surroundings.

"Indeed" You said. Your glasses perched up on the tip of your nose, staring at her. You called your secretary, your voice ice cold as you spoke. "Ms Kim would you mind telling me if we hired any bodyguards for me, please?" You simply asked, still staring at her. You saw her avoid your eyes again, slightly looking down.

"There are no bodyguards on the record, boss. Why? Do you need one?" Yeri asked, a bit concerned.

"No, not at all" You said. "I was just checking, thank you" That anger was still there, mixed with a little bit of curiosity.

Narrowing your eyes, you tilted your head to the right.

"You do not get to speak for me" Poison dripping, you fixed your glasses on your face.

"It wasn't my intention, I was-" She looked anywhere but you, her posture tense now. "I didn't like the way she spoke with you and that stare... You don't deserved it" She cleared her throat. "It was unprofessional"

Now that she looked at you, you could see how she wasn't being condescending. It was something else and that was definitely something... good.

"Oh, I see..." You got up, going around your desk, crossing your arms under your breasts and leaning on it. "Maybe you don't want to be my bodyguard..." You said, eyeing her down. Her grey suit was perfect on her figure, but you could see the bulge forming inside her pants. "A loyal dog, maybe?"

You saw in first hand as a sharp exhale left her lips, her hands clenching by her sides.

"Oh, you would like to be my loyal dog" She finally returned your stare, her eyes pleading in an embarrassed, conflicted way. You got up to lock the door.

"I-" She gave a step towards you and you quickly shut her off.

"Stay" Was all you said and, much for your surprise and pleasure, she did stay; a tent on her pants as she looked down. "What an obedient dog..." Your tone changed to an alluring one. Standing in front of her, you smelled how aroused she was. "What a rare finding..." You traced her tie with one of your fingers and she whimpered. "Look at me" You commanded and she promptly did so, her eyes following how you licked your lower lip.

"I will do anything you want, boss" She finally said it, eyes locked into yours. You scoffed.

"Everyone does that already" Your cleavage fully on display made her dick pulse hard and she gulped. "What makes you different from everyone else, Ms Kang?" You got closer, heat emanating from her body to yours.

It felt so fucking good to be in full dominance mode with an Alpha like Kang Seulgi. It made you feel millions of times hotter. You always pushed away your omega nature, specially against some traditions the dynamics between Alphas, Betas and Omegas required.

"I can do whatever you ask me" She pleaded, her low voice was basically a whisper. "I am very good at obeying" You took a deep breath. Wet was an understatement, you were completely soaked and your lacy panties ruined.

You pondered, really thinking about it. Office sex wasn't something abnormal. If anything, office sex was the most normal thing in this situation.

"Sit down, hands on your sides" You told her, glancing at your leather couch and she did so. You unbuttoned your white button up just enough to pull your breasts out of your bra. Seulgi visibly shivered and you stood in front of her. "If you cum unauthorized I'll stop" You said, unbuckling her belt and pulling her dick out. "If you try to scent me I'll stop and kick your ass out of here" You have a good look to her cock.

It was was absolutely hung and veiny, throbbing on your hand as you pulled your pencil skirt up on your thighs and your panties to the side, sinking in next. Yes it was big and stretched you just fine, but you didn't express any type of reaction. She moaned, her eyes attentive on yours.

"If you manage to obey me until the end I'll be your dom" You told her, rolling your hips against her cock and she grabbed at the couch, whimpering. "If you want to stop you can just ask. Understood?" You said through gritted teeth.

"yes, b-boss" She stammered, her eyes rolling back a little.

You started riding her like there was no tomorrow, your cunt sinking deliciously on her cock and coating it with your slick. You tried to, but couldn't resist her pretty lips when she made all those sinful moans, kissing her roughly with your hand tangled on her beautiful wavy hair. You pulled it back, exposing her neck to lick and bite as you set an impossibly harder pace, your hips slamming against hers.

You moaned against each other's lips and she stopped kissing you to grab one of your boobs between her lips and you yelped, her tongue felt deliciously hot against your nipple. You stopped bouncing on her lap and started humping, your clit grazing against the fabric of her pants and a little bit of exposed skin. You were about to cum, clenching and unclenching on her big cock completely stretched.

"You want to cum inside me so much, I can feel it" You decided to play dirty as she sucked on your nipples very sloppily, coating your breasts with her saliva. "Aren't you an alpha after all?" You gather every ounce o strength you had not to moan while saying all that, but the woman was a rock. Holding herself in the most painful, delicious way.

In a last attempt to make her cum before you, you grabbed her neck while kissing her, squeezing it just right to a perfect chockehold. She shivered, her body shaking so hard it felt good under you.

You were still mounting here and absolutely losing the battle, cumming so hard on her cock you saw nothing but blank spots, body slumping forward on hers as she kept taking deep breaths with her eyes closed. You tried to catch your breath, swallowing hard when you managed to look at her face.

Absolutely beautiful and that little dumb look was pathetic but oh, so fucking hot. You kissed her roughly again, holding her neck.

"You did good, congratulations Ms. Kang" You said and she bit her lip, smiling. "I could've let you cum inside me..." You got off of her lap and she hissed, you felt your legs weak. "But I didn't told you to suck my breasts" You scoffed, sitting by her side.

"I am so sorry boss, I-" You shushed her, pulling her head to your lap, commanding her to lie down on the couch and she did, her dick standing proudly erect and furiously red from all the action and no cum.

"To show you I am no monster, I'll make you cum" You said, pulling her mouth to your nipple, your hand going to her cock. "Suck as hard as you can, but tell me when you get closer"

"Yes, boss" Her beautiful brown eyes glimmered and you bit your lip. "Thank you so much" She said, putting her mouth to work as you spat on your hand then started to pump her cock up and down, swirling your hand against the tip, your thumb rubbing at her slit.

She moaned against your breast, releasing a lot of precum as her body shook. It took less than a minute of you jerking her off, that's how needy she was.

"I'm close" She said, tensing and you completely stopped letting go of her cock. She whined, her mouth still sucking hard on your nipple and you whimpered.

She didn't protest, didn't even stop sucking. She held herself again, like a good girl. You caressed her hair, starting all over again that beautiful torture, jerking her even harder, her hips shaking as you stopped once again, feeling her hot tears on your lap. Fuck, she was so beautiful.

"Shh, it's okay" You cooed as she sobbed still sucking your breasts, her eyes locked into yours. Her nose was red and her eyes puffy. A masterpiece. "It's okay Ms Kang, this it the last time..." You said.

Going back to jerking her off, you could feel on the way she tossed against the couch how painful that was but she didn't complain once. You felt your pride grow, coaxing her into her climax. It hit her hard as your palm rubbed specially against the tip.

She came hard, ropes and ropes of her thick cum filling your hand and you kept swirling her tip. She was still crying, your breasts purple with how forceful her sucking was, but you didn't mind in the slightest.

You kept saying sweet nothings onto her ear, helping her to recollect herself and to come out of subspace, her sobs felt electrifying against your skin but you knew she couldn't take anything anymore.

You took your hand to her mouth and she licked it clean, sucking on every bit of her cum she could take from your hand as you caressed her hair, being careful not to scent her.

"Good girl... you were perfect Ms Kang" You whispered and she nodded, still sucking on your fingers. "Now you are my good loyal dog" You said, excitement taking over you when you realized how this finding was uncommon...

#gxg smut #red velvet smut #red velvet seulgi #seulgi smut #alpha seulgi #sub alpha #kang seulgi smut #kang seulgi

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redvelvetsource · 8 months ago

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Red Velvet 'Cosmic' [Cosmie Ver.] Album Detail - Sweet Dreams 💫 2024.08.01 6PM KST

#red velvet #irene #seulgi #wendy #joy #yeri #era: cosmic #album details

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yeridis · 7 months ago

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#yeri icons #yerimiese #red velvet #red velvet yeri #yeri #aesthetic #yeri soft icons #ggroup icons #red velvet icons #details icons #icons twitter #icons gg #kpop gg #gg icons #kpop icons #kpop girls #kpop moodboard #kpop

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chunghasweetie · 10 months ago

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𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 | P.JM 2

— pairing | femceo!oc x ceo!pjm

— summary | yoo jangmi (oc aka you) is a highly successful independent ceo of YooMi Beauty, one of the most popular beauty brands of the century. jamgi’s rival company Park Enterprises owned by the even more famous park jimin. her and park jimin were enemies from the start. (but after each argument he’s lowk hard lol and he has a lil crush on her). only thing that’s stopping jimin from making a move on her is her boyfriend, minhyuk. but he’ll take care of him real soon.

— warning | bad writing, slow burn (i’m annoying), secret relationships (oc’s bsf has the hots for jk), cruel humor (oc acts hard to get), fluff, cheating (jimin won’t give up on this girl), relationship abuse, abuselight stalking, lying, toxic relationships, smut, aggression, irrational behavior, misogyny, derogatory comments (oc’s bf is a DICK), rudeness

— smut | pussy eating, light dirty talk, unprotected sex, semi public sex, semi rough sex

— word count | 8.04k words

— song suggestion | dream of you — chungha

Jangmi, Minhyuk, and a guest of her choice had been invited to a gala tonight hosted by none other than Park Enterprises.

He didn't mention anything of the sort when they hung out, so it was a bit of a surprise when her secretary read out the email.

"Are you ladies ready?" The driver asked the girls, seeing that they were making final touches on their hair.

"Yes!" Yeri clapped her hands together, grabbing their purses. "Did you bring your extra lip liner?"

"It's in my purse. I kept my compact in your purse if that's fine." Jangmi and Yeri headed out of the van, thanking the driver on their way out.

The girls walked towards to entrance of the venue, arms linked together.

The inside was gorgeous, almost like how you'd imagine the inside of a castle.

"Is this what it's like on Bridgerton?" Yeri gasped, looking around.

"This could almost pass as the Paris Opera House" Jangmi looked around, almost every detail catching her eye.

The scenery was beautiful and she felt as if Jimin really took the concept of a gala so serious.

"Imagine if we never read the dress code." Yeri laughed, swaying her dress back and forth.

It was required of the girls to participate in ballroom etiquette. The big dresses and the excruciatingly painful heels.

Jangmi wore a black ball gown, sequins colored gold with gold trimming. She looked ravishing. All eyes were on her and Yeri, who wore a beautiful yellow gown.

"Wait." Jangmi stopped in her tracks. "Minhyuk."

"He's not coming." A soft voice spoke, startling the girls.

"My apologies!" Secretary Jeon bowed to them. "I couldn't help but overhear. Mr. Lee rejected our invitation, unfortunately. I came to inform you that Mr. Park is actually running a bit late tonight. He shall join us momentarily."

He couldn't be serious. Minhyuk had told Jangmi he'd meet them there.

Could've been the wrong Minhyuk. There are plenty.

He did say Lee.

Secretary Jeon bowed once more, then went on his way.

"Hm, he's a bit on the softer side." Jangmi spoke out.

"Wow." Is all Yeri could mutter out.

She was love-struck. The guy had approached them even though there were hundreds in the room. Sure he was ordered to, but he did it!

"Yeri."

He was exactly like she remembered. A bit nerdy, but a very cute man.

"Yeri."

His voice was like paradise. Such a soft voice for such a beautiful man.

"Kim Yeri!"

"What?!" She shrieked, causing some heads to turn in their direction.

"There's no way you're really already fantasizing about him." Jangmi snorted, teasing the girl.

"Like I told you before." Yeri huffed. "It's love at first sight. Of course, he didn't see me this time but he will by the end of the night. I'll make sure of it."

"Whatever you say. Let's drink!" Jangmi cheered.

༊—

"This is disgusting."

"You're telling me. I thought the more they aged the better they were." Yeri made a sour face. "Maybe we're just not mature yet."

The girls had no idea the only drinks being served would be aged red wine with fancy European names.

Something about Minhyuk's sudden bail bothered her. It wasn't unusual for him to skip events at the last minute.

Usually she'd get some sort of message ahead of time. Even if it was just a few minutes before.

She knew he didn't want to come in the first place. Both him and Jimin felt neutral about each other. Galas just weren't his thing.

He wasn't much for the party life like she was.

"I'm about to sit here and sip water for the rest of the night." Jangmi winced. She couldn't bear to take another sip of the wine.

"You're telling me. I say after this we get iced coffee." Yeri smiled cheekily, even though it wasn't the brightest idea.

"I'm sorry to bother you both but, do you think I could have a dance miss?"

Secretary Jeon.

Yeri's smile somehow grew. A deep pink blush crept up on her face as her ears burned.

She simply nodded, being put so off guard she couldn't utter out a word.

Linking his arm with hers, they strutted off together on the dance floor.

Yeri had the biggest grin plastered on her face. Throwing up a thumbs up at Jangmi, she couldn't help but chuckle.

"How cute." She mumbled to herself, scrolling on her phone.

Jangmi

Where are you?

Secretary Jeon said you didn't accept the invite

Minhyuk

Something came up.

I'm in Jakarta for a bit for work

I'll see you in a few days

Jangmi was furious. There was no way he was serious. No communication, nothing.

Just "I'll see you in a few days" As if it were nothing. As if it was a town away.

Jakarta? He can't be serious. He just left in total disregard for her. Couldn't even notify her. She had to ask him where he was.

This was getting out of hand. It's like she was begging him to communicate with her. He had no problem tracking her but when it came to him, he couldn't say shit for himself.

"You don't look happy." Jimin spoke, coming from behind her. He took a seat at the chair Yeri previously sat in. "Talk to me. What's up?"

"I don't want to talk about it." She mumbled, a irritated look on her face.

"I can already guess." He looked at her. "Considering you brought your assistant when I invited Minhyuk as well. Who from the looks of it, didn't show up."

Usually Jimin's pushy demeanor would've set her off, but not this time. He announced the obvious a lot, but she knew it was just to get her to open her mouth.

"He's just busy." She replied under her breath, defending him once more.

"Come with me, Jangmi." He reached his hand out to her. "I have a feeling you're ready to leave."

Jangmi looked up at him, holding her hand out to him hesitantly.

She couldn't just leave Yeri alone by herself.

"Don't worry about her." Jimin watched as the girls eyes scanned over her best friend. "She's in good hands, believe me."

"Are you okay if I go?" Jangmi mouthed to Yeri, who urged her to just leave already.

She wasn't too sure about going off with him, but she definitely needed some clarity. The air was getting too thick for her there.

"Just trust me." He smiled to her.

That's all she needed.

She took his hand in hers, and off they went.

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"Shh! You're going to wake up my neighbors." Minhyuk helped the mysterious woman out of the car.

Minhyuk was going to Jakarta, yes. But of course it wasn't for work.

Yoona was one of the women he'd been sleeping around with. The main woman he'd spoil and crawl to in a state of lust.

Who knew states of lust lasted for months.

She was just what he liked. Unlike Jangmi, she was an obedient woman. With a high sex drive at that. Willing to do anything he'd ask. He knew well she was money hungry, but that didn't stop the growth in their relationship.

Reliable. She was there. A single message and she'd rush out the door to meet with him.

He'd stay with her for days on them. Even start meaningless fights between him and Jangmi just to go see her.

He knew well he couldn't just separate from his girlfriend. His reputation depended on her. His company was on the rocks, and the only person able to get his name out there was Jangmi herself.

He was going to use her just long enough to be stable again. Maybe propose to her if he had to. He needed the publicity.

"I want you so bad Minnie." She clung onto him. "We need this vacation so bad. How'd you manage to get so much time away from her?"

"I was lucky to even escape. She's clingy as hell." He chuckled alongside her, giving her kisses all over her neck.

Once, Jimin had been exiting his home, standing out on his porch. The loud sounds from a woman's lips startled him.

The voice came from the left side of neighbor's home. That being where Jangmi lived, he naturally looked over.

It was her boyfriend Minhyuk. But the woman he was arriving home with, was not his girlfriend.

She wasn't Jangmi.

She was taller, much slimmer. Her hair was brown, short. It wasn't the same woman he had seen him with at the club, but she had a similar style.

Bringing the mistress home is a new one. Jimin thought to himself.

A brave man was he. It's almost as if Minhyuk had no shame in bringing another woman to his used to be sacred home.

Often, he'd hear the two get into it. Random bursts of insults back and fourth.

Jangmi would scream. Begging Minhyuk not to go. To just apologize and talk it out.

Minhyuk would scream at her even louder. Insulting her. Humiliating her in front of the entire neighborhood. There were some instances where Jimin thought he'd put his hands on her.

They fought so often. He could tune it out after a few minutes. Here and there he'd watch their other neighbors approach their door, asking them to keep it down.

One called the cops.

It was clear Minhyuk had paid them off to avoid anything being leaked to the outside media.

Most likely with Jangmi’s card.

How could Jangmi put up with all of it?

It wasn't any of Jimin's business. But if his plan was going to work, he needed to watch every second.

Jimin was going to be the one for her. Although she most likely wasn't aware of Minhyuk's behind the scenes work, he was going to take care of her.

He couldn't explain the attraction he felt for her. Even since day one. He'd been denying himself of it.

The two didn't get along. Business was all they knew of each other, and that was enough to disagree with one another.

It's when he started to look forward to their arguments. He started looking up if she'd be attending the same events he would be.

She'd insult him. How it was such a turn on. Her attitude aroused him to a great extent. He was always hard after their interactions.

Jangmi was a taken woman. That was a major obstacle. She would never drop her boyfriend for a guy she was competing against.

Now that Minhyuk was openly cheating on her, it was finally his time. The moment he seen Minhyuk kissing another woman, he knew it was time to put his plan into action.

༊—

"Let's talk." He poured Jangmi a glass of rosé from his newer bottle.

Jimin offered to have Jangmi over for the night at his home while Minhyuk was away and since Yeri would be occupied with his secretary.

She could wrap her mind around her own actions. Why the hell did she feel the urge to say yes to him?

He knew she needed to rant. Just talk out all of her issues and concerns. He was a great listener, and he loved hearing her speak. So why not?

Jangmi changed back at home into her pajamas. She packed a small bag for the night and decided to take Jimin up on his offer.

Although it may have seemed like a bad idea, she was desperate.

She already felt guilty that she would constantly complain to Yeri about her issues. Yeri was all ears, but it was the same problems over and over again.

"Here's how we're going to do this." He set the bottle down. "You're going to talk my ear off and I'm going to listen. Then I'll give the best possible solution. Sound good?"

"Why do you care?" She asked him, "I haven't done anything to be rewarded with your compassion."

"You're troubled. Anyone can see it. I want to help you out because it's hard to watch you be so miserable over some guy." Jimin answered honestly.

"It bothers you?" She looked up at him.

He nodded. "You'd be surprised. I also have a degree in psychology, and I feel like using it. Now talk."

"I don't know where to start."

"Alright then." He leaned back on the couch. "Just give me a rundown of your guys's relationship in the past couple of months."

"He's been unreadable." She began, "Even the most easy going conversations end in fights. He raises his voice and I raise mine. Then he leaves before we can even resolve the issue."

"He leaves? How often?"

She sighed. "Every time. Usually he'll spend the night at a friends or his sisters house. Sometimes he'll go without warning. Like earlier— He was supposed to meet me at the gala. He let me know he was in Jakarta for a last minute business trip after I arrived. No heads up or anything."

Jakarta? He can not be this stupid. Jimin thought to himself.

Jimin knew damn well Minhyuk wasn't on a business trip. Jimin's reasoning behind his lateness earlier had something to do with Minhyuk anyway.

But he couldn't tell her that.

He couldn't tell her exactly everything just yet. It wouldn't fit into the plans he had.

"Why do you think he can't communicate with you?" Jimin questioned her.

"I tend to over exaggerate. I ask too many questions. He doesn't give me any details, so I'm left to assume." She sipped on her glass.

"As anyone would." He added, "Now is there anything he says— when he does talk to you in particular that seems to set you off?"

"I'm embarrassed to say." Jangmi swallowed, eyes rolling over to the floor.

Jimin sat up from his relaxed position, scooting closer to the girl.

"I said talk to me. Tell me the good and the bad, I want to hear everything."

And so she rambled.

"My body. The way I look." The girl breathed out. "He doesn't like it. Well he does— but only when it's convenient to him."

"Go on."

"He doesn't like the way I dress. Everything I wear is revealing. It's a problem. An embarrassment. I could make eye contact with someone that isn't him, and he could think I'm trying to seduce them. I could wear a hazmat suit and he'd accuse me of trying to show off myself. It's not fair to me. I've tried to hard."

Shit. With a body like that, showing off just came naturally. Her body was perfect, and anyone could tell no matter what she wore. But it was nothing to blame her for.

"I like to have fun. I love to party and travel whenever I can. I like to drink too. Socializing and discovering new things is something I love most. Exploring what the world has to offer is something that exites me. But in his eyes, it's just a problem. I need to grow up, think about our future instead of trying to be out running wild."

With the way she was talking, you could tell she’s been sitting with it for a minute.

She continued. "That morning I came over to your home for breakfast. He called me his whore-ish girlfriend when I got home. A daytime drinker too. I hadn't even told him I was over at another man's house either."

"And the sex. Don't even get me started on that shit. I've never came! Because of him at least. It's the same shit every time. He doesn't listen to what I want to do. It's all about him! So many nights I end up having to finish myself off."

Jimin swallowed. At least she was comfortable.

She could laugh. Hearing herself talking about her boyfriend out loud made her release how many issues the couple had.

"It's not fair to me. Why do I feel like I can never be myself in front of my own boyfriend? You're probably sick of listening. I'm sorry." The girl set the empty glass on the small table in front of them.

Jangmi felt so vulnerable in front of him. Venting to Jimin made her realize she was hurting a lot more than she thought she was.

"Has he done that much damage to you?" Jimin uttered, focusing all of his attention on her.

"I told you when we started. I'm allowing you to communicate with me as much as you need to. I may be a guy but I'm not him."

"I'm sorry." She mumbled.

"Stop apologizing." He chuckled into her ear. "How about we move the conversation somewhere else? You seem to be a bit shaken up by him, and you don't need unnecessary anxiety."

She nodded.

"You still don't look at me." He smiled.

She couldn't attempt to convince herself any further.

The Park Jimin she had loathed for year after year, was sort of attractive.

In this short span of time, she found herself checking him out. How could she not? He looked strikingly handsome.

He had a different look than Minhyuk. Obviously they weren't the same person. But it was like a different vibe.

Jimin had a dark exterior. A boss-like look if you will. The type of guys young women would write mafia fan fictions about. The type you'd make scenarios about before you slept.

She had a boyfriend. But she couldn't stop her wandering eyes. He was so tidy, so well kept. He was so clean.

Jimin was such a man. He made Minhyuk look like a shrimp.

She thought she still didn't like him, but how could she? He had listened to all of her worries without complaining. He asked her questions in relation.

Sure, it was the bare minimum. She'd been so used to below the bar treatment that she forgot what it had been like to really talk to someone. Someone who wasn't her best friend.

"I thought you said I didn't need any unnecessary anxiety." She breathed out.

Why did I just say that? I practically just confessed that he makes me nervous. She thought.

"I make you anxious?" He leaned in closer to her, staring deeply into her.

"N-No. Just forget I said that." She laughed nervously. "This wine was very good!" She rose up her empty glass from the table.

"You're cute." Her sudden nervousness made Jimin chuckle. "Can I tell you something, Ms. Yoo?"

Her ears perked up at the familiar name, nodding afterwards.

Jimin leaned his body closer to hers, making sure their legs touched. Bringing his mouth to her ear, he whispered.

"I'm very attracted to you."

"W-What?!" Jangmi hiccuped.

She had to be dreaming. There was no way Jimin could've possibly said that. It had to have been some sort of mishearing.

"Minhyuk isn't the man that you need him to be." He licked his lips. "You need an escape. A euphoria. And I am more than willing to fulfill that."

"You can't be serious." She backed away from him. "As many problems as we have I still have a boyfriend."

"A boyfriend who's not doing what he needs to. A relationship works both ways, but to me it looks so one sided."

"I'm not going to cheat on him because of a few lousy mistakes." She crossed her arms.

"I never said anything about you being a cheater." He answered immediately. "Think about this carefully Jangmi. All I'm offering here is to be your fantasy."

"Fantasy?" She swallowed.

"I'm offering to do everything he's not doing. You're not happy and it's obvious. I'm willing to cater all of your needs. I'll be the attentive, communicating, adventurous man you fantasize about." He explained.

"I don't know..." She trailed off.

"I can give you time to think about it. I'm not looking for an answer right on the spot. I know it's a lot to take in." He spoke softly, making sure not to pressure her.

It was a bad idea. A terrible one. A stupid decision that was up to her to make. Truly.

But she needed a break. An escape was exactly what Jangmi was lacking in her life.

Minhyuk was supposed to be her escape from reality. He was slacking in the boyfriend department and he wasn't doing what he signed himself up to do.

Jimin desired to fulfill her wishes, so why not let him?

He already had done more for her then Minhyuk has in the past three months. If her boyfriend wasn't willing to put out anytime soon, why would she wait on him?

Jimin's proven that he genuinely cares for her well-being. He actually considers the words that come out of her mouth. Whereas Minhyuk does the opposite.

It wouldn't hurt to try it out.

"Can we kiss?" Jangmi asked Jimin boldly. She leaned closely to Jimin, like how they were moments before.

She was nervous as hell. She was a confident woman but in front of Jimin she crumbled. She was a shy, anxious mess.

She hadn't sensed the feeling since her first meeting with Minhyuk. This time, it was much more intense.

"I thought you'd never ask." Jimin smiled, reaching for the back of her neck as he pulled her in for a kiss.

Jimin's lips were even better than she imagined. Opposed to Minhyuk, Jimin had very plump, big round lips.

The kiss was sensational. The two started out slow but the kiss got heated quickly. They were desperate to try the other out.

They yearned for their mouths to be so much closer. They needed to feel one another closely.

Jimin was powerful. He displayed dominance over her mouth, wanting to show her how bad he wanted her.

The kiss was wet and loud. Jimin's kisses were getting less innocent by the second. Jangmi couldn't help but do the same. Her lips smacked together with his messily.

The couple pulled away from each other to catch their breaths.

Jangmi looked at him, speaking through her gasps. "I'll do it, please."

Jimin smiled, grabbing her once more into a sweet kiss.

He couldn't help but cockily smirk into her mouth, knowing damn well he had her wrapped around his finger.

He knew she couldn't turn back now. She was enjoying herself all too much.

All he could wonder was, ‘Why am I still hard?”

༊—

"Only one? You can not be serious."

"It's true. I know its hard to believe but I've only had one serious girlfriend. I've messed around a couple times but I don't feel like that really counts you know." Jimin explained, "What about you?"

Jimin and Jangmi had enjoyed the takeout Chinese food he brought for the both of them.

In the plastic container, Jimin had given her a batch of homemade kimchi he had made and fermented in his home.

The two were drinking white wine on the bed Jangmi and her boyfriend shared. Cracking jokes and telling stories in their pajamas while a useless film was playing in the background.

"I've only ever been with Minhyuk. Aside from some flings before but it was only a few times. I'm inexperienced I'd say." Jangmi laughed.

The last part of her sentence peaked Jimin's interest. "Inexperienced? I know the other night you said you guys didn't do as much as you'd like but I'm sure you and Minhyuk have done plenty. You've been together for quite some time."

Jangmi was wearing a two piece pink and black velvet pajama set she had bought online. It was a cropped tank with shorts and it would be a lie to said she was showing off just a bit for Jimin.

And he definitely was invested. Her slim waist and glimmering figure was on display just for him to see.

She couldn't say she wasn't staring at him either. The sweatpants he wore to bed definitely peaked her interest.

His dick print was extremely prominent. Her eyes would casually drop to below sea level.

"You're willing to talk about my sex life with my boyfriend?" Jangmi laughed as she rose her eyebrows. "I feel like that's the last thing you'd want to know about."

"I'm more than willing to talk about anything with you." He replied. "And besides, anything he can do I can do better. Or in this case, what he doesn't do."

"Well for starters, he's very self centered. There's no foreplay and there's no edging of any kind. I can't suggest anything he hasn't tried before. Strictly giving him head and missionary. That's the farthest we've ever gone." She began.

Jimin almost spat out his wine. "He won't do absolutely anything but those two?"

She shook her head. "Not a damn thing. He doesn't like talking about possibly trying something new either. It upsets him."

"Does that not frustrate you?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "It used to. Not so much anymore. I just gave up."

His eyes softened as he looked at her. How could she be so oblivious? She was clearly discouraged. It was obvious Minhyuk only cared about his own pleasure. She shouldn't feel hopeless in her own relationship.

"Well if it was up to you what would you like to do?" He asked her curiously.

"Well" She paused. "I want something steamy, hot and rough. I want to be surprised. To be dominated and told what to do. I want to feel hot and bothered, unknowing of what's to come next for me. Oh my gosh I want to be talked to! I want to be desired and needed. Not used as someone's fleshlight. Something exciting and new."

Minhyuk's screw up was Jimin's perfect opportunity.

Jimin swiftly swept the glass of wine from Jangmi's grasp, setting their drinks on the nightstand.

"What're you—"

Jangmi's words were cut off by Jimin crashing his lips onto hers. Her lips immediately reacted, the blissful feeling coming to a return.

Jimin didn't kiss her like he did the other night. He was rough, and his mouth powered over hers.

He was handsy, his fingertips roughly skimming all over his waist and ass. He pulled the two in closely, making their body's touch.

Jimin found himself getting too far ahead. He quickly pulled away from her mouth. To his surprise the girl's lips were still attempting to cling to his, making him chuckle.

"Jangmi" He grabbed the back of her neck, making her face him. "I want you."

The two stared into each other. Seeing into each other.

She finally made eye contact with him. His eyes burned into hers.

"Let me have you." He spoke out, waiting for her approval. His gaze made her heart race. She knew he was after her. She was the one he craved.

"Please." Jangmi nodded.

He smiled before kissing her once more.

Even if she didn't know much about what to do, she followed his movements well. Minhyuk never kissed her how Jimin did, with such desire and passion.

Her boyfriends kisses never left her feeling needed. Often she felt that Minhyuk seen her as some sort of chore he was forced to do.

"So pretty" Jimin innocently fondled with her clothing, before slipping the two piece right off her body. She wasn't wearing a bra underneath the top, leaving her in her panties alone.

"Did you wear those for me? You looked fucking amazing." He whispered as his mouth traveled from her lips to the nape of her neck.

"Jimin" She softly called out, moving her neck to give him more access. "N-No hi—"

"No hickeys. Don't worry I got you." He breathed out against her skin, lips trailing further and further down her body.

His mouth lathered her body with pure admiration, no part of her being untouched.

His lips came to a halt below her stomach. He looked back up at her. "Are you ready?"

"I've actually never—" She answered hesitantly. "I've never done this before. But I'm ready." She halfway mumbled.

She was embarrassed. 28 years old with no experience of being orally pleasured down there. It truly was nothing to be ashamed of, but her own conscious was turning against her.

"I understand, Jangmi. I'll take care of you." Jimin flashed her a reassuring smile.

She nodded, sending him the approval he needed.

He stared into her as he shifted her panties to the side with his teeth. Her glistening slit in front of him made his mouth water.

As much as he wanted to immediately feast on her, he needed to take his time. It was her first time and he was going to make sure she was never going to forget it.

She needed to think of him. If Minhyuk ever wanted to try to eat her out, Jimin wanted her to only remember how he did it.

He started slow, soft innocent licks against her clit. As he began, he caressed her thighs in order to relax her for comfort.

Jangmi flinched at the sudden wetness on her clit. How she dreamed of someone going down on her, and it was finally the day.

“Oh wow,” She exhaled.

And it felt better than she had imagined.

The small licks eventually weren't enough for her, she moved her hips upwards in attempt for her to get more of herself in his mouth. “M-More.”

"Desperate aren't we?" Jimin smirked against her heat. “I thought this was your first time?”

“J-Just shut up and do more”

With that Jimin's soft, precious licks turned into rough and desirous ones.

“Jimin I—“ Jangmi's body naturally retracted. Her legs closing shut as her clit throbbed due to the stimulation.

“Tastes so good.” He hummed. “Never had pussy like this before.”

Jimin used one of his hands to hold her shaking body in place. He was in great need of her juices, and a few licks weren't going to do it for him.

Boy was he addicted.

He buried his mouth into her heat, flicking her clit with tongue.

"S-Shit Jimin" She moaned out breathlessly, her fingers running through Jimin's luscious silver locks. “Fuck— feels too good.”

Jimin chuckles at her words, looking up at her with a smirk. "I know I am, baby. I think I love eating your pussy." He says before diving back in, licking and sucking on her clit until she moans out his name once again.

“T-Think I love having my pussy ate.” She breathed out.

He moaned into her heat causing the vibrations to shake into her. He quickened up his tongue, traveling all over her with his mouth.

"Jimin— I feel it!" Jangmi arched her back as the rise in her stomach began to grow.

"Fuck I'm cumming"

"Cum for me beautiful."

༊—

"I have something for you." Jimin approached his secretary's desk, as chilidish grin spread upon his face.

"Sir I'm rather busy" Secretary Jeon answered as he typed away on his computer.

His work was piling up on him. He could handle it, but he needed to stay focused on what was assigned to him.

"Alrighttt" Jimin balanced on his heels before turning around to leave. "Guess you didn't want Ms. Kim's number."

"What?!" Secretary Jeon stood up from his seat. "No— you really were able to get it?!"

"I'm hurt you doubted my skills." He touched his heart. "But yes, I was successful. Successful enough to get you lunch plans."

"Lunch plans?"

"You're going to meet Ms. Kim for lunch at that sushi place on the corner. Yeah, you're welcome."

He hugged the man tightly, squealing like a girl "Oh my gosh! Thank you! Thank you!"

"Anything for my best employee." Jimin pat his back. "Now get back to work. The harder you work, the faster time will go by."

"Yes sir!" He saluted him, making Jimin laugh.

He exited his secretary's office, entering his own office next door.

Taking a seat at his desk, he set up his IPad in front of him, using it to FaceTime Jangmi since he got her number the night before.

It rang and rang until she finally picked up.

"Hey beautiful." He smiled into the lens. "How's work so far?"

Her striking visuals immediately captivated as soon as the camera came into a clear view.

She was in her office, doing some work on the computer. Her IPad was on a stand by her desktop, so he could see her from the waist up.

"Stressful. I'm ready to be home already. I miss the Chinese food we ate yesterday."

She could get used to this. The cold man who resented her was gone. He was admiring her and she soaked in every second.

"Well I miss you." He chuckled. "Should I let you go? You seem busy."

She shook her head. "No, don't. It'll be nice to have you on the phone while I work. I'm usually all alone unless my secretary comes in."

"Same here."

She paused. "Speaking of secretaries, how did Secretary Jeon react when you told him?"

"He jumped up out of his chair. Gave me a hug too." He laughed. "What about Ms. Kim?"

"She screamed in my ear. She went on and on about him and what she should wear. It was cute." She smiled, thinking about how her friend jumped for joy at the news.

"So when are we going to go on our lunch date?" He rested his chin on his palm, staring at the screen. "Unless shrimpy is going to take you out."

"He never does. I'm not doing anything for lunch today, if you'd like to come pick me up." She winked at the screen.

Interrupting their conversation, one of her assistants knocked on the door.

"Ah give me a second." She told Jimin before speaking out to her employee. "Come in!"

"Ms. Yoo, you have a delivery." She held up a rather large bouquet of flowers.

The flowers were roses painted deep yet bright purple, wrapped in black florist paper.

The roses were arranged in a heart shape, tied together with a ribbon in the same color.

"Let me help you." Jangmi got up from her desk chair, seeing as the roses almost threw her assistant out of balance.

Taking the bouquet in her hand, she thanked her before her assistant left her office.

Hearing the door close, Jimin spoke up. "What was your delivery?"

"Here, look." She took a seat back on her chair, showing off the bouquet she was delivered.

"They're beautiful. Who sent them to you?" He leaned closer to the screen.

"I don't know. There should be a card or something." She set the bouquet on her desk, turning it over to look at the card.

Roses for my rose

PJM♡

Looking at the card attached to the ribbon, she smiled seeing what it read.

"You got me good. Thank you so much." She blew a kiss at the screen. "They're so gorgeous"

Minhyuk had given her flowers before. So why was her heart beating quicker than when he got them for her?

"You're welcome beautiful. Like I said, I'm your fantasy. So anything he wouldn't do, I would. And better." He licked his lips, staring at her.

The nickname, 'beautiful' rolled off his tongue so elegantly. Like it only belonged in his mouth.

"Anything?" She leaned in, fondling with the material on her blouse.

"Anything my rose." He answered back, leaning into the screen like she did.

"I don't want to go out for lunch. I think I'd much rather stay in my office and have you join me."

"And what exactly would we do in your office?" He rose his eyebrow.

"Why don't you come over and find out?" She responded.

He didn't need to think twice about his next move. "I'm on my way."

༊—

"Honestly, I'm really glad to see you again." Secretary Jeon exhaled, his faint dimples on full display in front of her.

"Me too. I didn't think we'd end up meeting like this." Yeri shyly responded. "This was sudden. Not that I mind at all but I thought we wouldn't see each other for quite some time."

The two had met at the nearby sushi place, just like how Mr. Park arranged. At first Secretary Jeon was a shy mess, but he was easily able to adjust.

Yeri wasn't any better. Spamming Jangmi's inbox moments before she entered the building.

"Me too. But Mr. Park assured me he could get your contact information. Considering I forgot the last time." He laughed.

"I'm glad he was successful. I'm surprised he was able to get it out of Jangmi. They hate each other." She added on.

"I'm not so sure about that." Secretary Jeon sipped on his iced water. "It's some petty rivalry. Who knows, they could become good friends."

Yeri nodded in agreement. "The whole rivalry thing is just childish. It's been so many years since they broke out in the industry. If anything they'd be more powerful together."

"I agree." Secretary Jeon nodded. "But let's not talk about them. I came here to talk about us."

"Us?" She rose her eyebrow. "I didn't think we were there yet Secretary Jeon."

"I don't mean to be too forward with you. My apologies Ms. Kim."

"Call me Yeri."

"Hm?" He tilted his head.

"Calling me Ms. Kim makes me feel too professional. And if you don't mind I'd like to call you by your name, Jungkook."

He nodded, a stupid smile plastered on his face. "I'd like that Yeri."

The couple sat in silence for a second, simply just soaking in each other's presence.

Yeri wouldn't take back what she said previously. It was true love at first sight. The way they were so comfortable with each other so soon.

He undeniably felt butterflies around her. His fake confidence was adorable to her, seeing how he was so shy and cutesy.

"Before I forget," Secretary Jeon cleared his throat. "Saturday there's a gathering at the company's office. I-I was wondering if you'd want to go as my date? It's nothing too extravagant. I'm pretty sure Ms. Yoo and Mr. Lee were invited as well. There's drinks, food, and music. Of course if you don't want to go you—"

Yeri laughed, cutting off his rambling. "I'll go with you Jungkook."

He couldn't help but smile. "I'll pick you up tonight at 8 then?"

༊—

"If I got to see you in that skirt everyday, I'd never miss a day at work." Jimin locked the door to her office behind him as he approached her desk.

"Shut up." She shook off the sensual compliment, standing up from her chair.

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