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A Boy Scoutâs Secret (I)
â genre: smut
â pairing: Yohan x Fem!Reader
â synopsis: being a girl scout unitâs leader you find yourself at a monthly meeting of all the scoutâs in your area. of course the rivaling boy scouts of your unit canât be missing from this event - and with that their arrogant vice leader kim yohan. how good that no one knows you are totally into himâŠ. right?
â warnings: softdom!yohan, dirty talk, degradation, praising, use of the word ânoonaâ, fingering, handjobs, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, mammary intercourse
â word count:Â 3.8k
A/N: I am sorry, I promise Challenge Me is not dead, I just needed to get this out my system okay!!! Give it some love <3
âYou know we are supposed to hate them, right?â
The voice of your best friend made you snap out of your stare, instead now looking over at her.
âWhat?â You blinked rapidly at her, your cheeks heating up already. Her eyebrows shot up as she chuckled, her head shaking from side to side.
âDonât play dumb, Y/N. You were staring at Yohan. Again.â
Yes. Yes, you were. And you knew you shouldnât. Biting down on your lip, you tugged a strand of hair behind your ear. There was no way of denying it, she had caught you red handed and she had done so many times before. But what were you supposed to do? He was so freaking hot in the uniform his boy scout unit had chosen all those years ago and today, with his broad shoulders and the perfect body proportions he just looked even better in it. It didnât matter that your unit and theirs were rivals and hated each other â you still had eyes and a stupid heart that had been betraying you for years now.
âWell, can you blame me?â You finally sighed, nodding your head slightly in Yohanâs direction, âHe just looks so good, how can I not stare?â
Jean looked at you for a second, her eyes frozen in place, until she scoffed and shook her head again.
âYou need to get a grip. Youâre our unit leader, Y/N, you canât have a crush on Kim Yohan of all people!â
She was right, of course she was. Yohan was the vice leader of his unit, only one above him being Daehyeon and while Dae was more or less fun to be around (he at least knew how to be civil) Yohan was an absolute pain in the ass. Even now he looked smug, knowing full well he had half the people in this room drool over him. A part of you really hated him for it but another⊠just really wanted to get him somewhere secluded and-
âY/N!â Jean hissed now, snapping you out of it once again. Clearing your throat, you sat up straighter, fixing your little tie around your neck.
âSorry. Sorry, Iâm⊠Iâm gonna get ahold of myself, alright? I only see him once every few months, I- I can get over this,â you spoke to her quietly, your eyes flying back to the boyâs table â only to be met by something you hadnât quite expected.
 Yohan was looking right at you, his perfectly styled hair falling into his forehead, his pretty eyes sparkling in the light of the room â shit. You quickly averted your gaze again, your heart beating at triple speed. Fuck, why had he been looking at you? He almost never looked this way, if not only to act like he was better than your unit. He was arrogant like that. Right then you knew you should look away. His gaze was mesmerizing, it lured you into wanting him even more and you knew you shouldnât. Still, once your eyes had met there was no turning back. Not as long as he stayed like this, his pretty brown eyes sparkling so beautifully in the light of the room, focused on nothing but you. Your skin began to tingle, your mouth slightly dropping, not sure what to say, what to do. Somehow it felt like time had stopped, like nothing around you mattered anymore simply because this one man who was nothing but an arrogant asshole to you most of the time had decided to look your way. Maybe, you thought, all the tension you had thought you had imagined over the years wasnât that much of a fantasy after all. Maybe, Kim Yohan actually felt the same way. It made you wonder, the way he looked at you right now, if he had laid in bed at night thinking about you. If he had moaned your name as he touched himself, if he had wondered what you taste like. All these things happened to you regularly. Mostly when the scouts of the era had a meeting every two to three months in one of the nicer hotels in Busan, did he not leave your mind for weeks after. It felt like a curse, the Kim Yohan curse that would haunt you whenever it felt like it.
âY/N!â Jean hissed again and you turned your head to look at her, only realizing now hot your face was. She shook her head at you, her eyes judging, and you dropped your eyes to look at the table, not even sure what was going on at the event itself anymore. Some higher ups were holding speeches, one of them being the girlâs scout president of your area and when you dared to look up at the stage, you saw that she was shaking hands with the president of Yohanâs area. At least here they pretended to get along. You almost chuckled, leaning back in your chair and crossing your legs, trying to get rid of the thought of Yohanâs eyes on you.
 What came after was a small banquet, just some food and drinks, followed by some dancing. It could have been fancy if only you werenât all wearing your scouting uniforms. You ate your food while silently listening to your fellow girls talking about school or work, about their boyfriends, girlfriends and partners, all while being painfully aware of how single you were. Single and somehow desperately hung up on an arrogant man who, if anything, probably only wanted to screw you and then leave. And while some part of you wanted to make you believe that you would be okay with just that, you knew full well that that was a lie. You werenât exactly the type of person to just fuck and chuck, you were more the feelings kind of girl and while you respected everyoneâs choices⊠this just wasnât for you. Or at least you thought so.
Because when, after dinner, you went and got up to go to the bathroom, you were approached by none other than Yohan himself, you kind of let that principle fly out the window. His long legs brought him over to you, standing in the entrance way of the hall, people scattered around, talking and laughing. But his eyes were only on you and yours only on him. His face was determined, and you swallowed down whatever had formed in your throat, feeling your stomach drop when he stopped in front of you. He didnât touch you, nor did he say anything like a greeting.
âHave you got your own room?â
And when you nodded, never letting him out of your sight, you knew it was already over for you.
 He had you pinned against the wall in no time. Your eyes were wide, your hands pressed against his shoulders.
âHere is the closer look you so desperately wanted, noona,â he whispered, and your heart made a strange leap. He had never used honorifics on you before. He was a brat, he wanted to show he was better than everyone â at least in the field of your hobby.
âY-Yohan-ah, I-,â you began, but he shut you up by shaking his head. His eyes were glinting at you and still seemed darker than ever. The lump in your throat turned three sizes bigger.
âI saw you looking, Y/N noona. I saw the way your eyes took this uniform off. What did you want to do to me, hm? Or did you want me to do stuff to you more?â His lips were so close to yours, his body heat surrounding you and making you all weak in the knees. God, he smelled so good.
âI donât- I donât know what you mea- oh-,â You were once again interrupted by him, but this time he had his mouth hovering over your neck, his breath hitting your sensitive skin and you couldnât help but let out a deep sigh, your eyes fluttering shut when his breath moved down, over your whole neck and up, finally hitting your cheek and lips.
âDo you want me, noona?â His voice was low and his face so close, if you only moved a little bit, you could kiss him. When your eyes opened again, he was still patiently looking down at you, his oh-so extremely attractive face so close to yours. If you wanted him? Hell, you had never wanted anyone as much as him.
âI do,â you heard yourself whisper then without even realizing it. A smirk appeared on his face as his hands wandered from next to you on the wall to your hips, gripping them harshly.
âGood girl, telling me what she wants,â he then said lowly, and your eyes widened, the words spreading straight to your core.
And then he kissed you. Finally, after all those years of pining, he finally kissed you. And, fuck, did it feel good. He was hot and passionate, his tongue finding yours soon and you knew right there that he had wanted this just as much as you had. He wasnât going slow, he wasnât going to make you wait any longer, instead he let his hands wander over your body, squeezing every bit of you, your hips and ass, your boobs and neck, your moans getting caught by his skillful mouth.
He began to undress you, loosening the tie around your neck, which you followed right away, loosening his as well, while you were still kissing. You found yourself starting to walk as you undressed each other, towards the bed. How happy you felt that you had decided to take a room alone after all and not share with Jean. Yohan unbuttoned your shirt, slipping it off your shoulders a moment later, lips and hands on your cleavage right then, sucking hard on your sensitive skin. You grabbed his hair, moaning when you felt his tongue press against your hard nipple, only the thin layer of lace between him and your bud, his left hand now moving back to open your bra. Once it landed on the floor, Yohan was all over you, hands massaging, squeezing, thumb pressing down on your nipple, your eyes closing as you moaned loudly, hands now in his hair, pressing him closer against your body.
âSo fucking hot,â he breathed against you, before looking up â his eyes so dark, his plump lips wet and swollen, his cheeks red. He looked unreal.
Yohan moved up again, kissing you on the lips, your hands wandering down to get rid of his tie and shirt, parting from him only to let your eyes wander over his body, his broad shoulders and the muscular chest, the abs you knew he worked hard to keep. God, he was so attractive. So perfect. You bit your lip and looked up at him, almost rolling your eyes when you saw the smug smirk on his lips.
âLike what you see?â He asked, tilting his head and you scoffed, before pushing him down on the bed, catching him by surprise. His eyebrows rose as he watched you straddle him, your arms tangling around his neck, lips back to devouring his.
âSo eager,â he chuckled against you, hands now on your back, the kiss soon back to passionate and desperate at the same time. You both were quick to move, his fingers opening your pants and yours doing the same â just that when he had succeeded, he was suddenly right there, two fingers sliding through your lips, making you gasp.
âShit, baby, youâre so wet for me already. Tell me, have you been this wet ever since you saw me this morning?â Yohan grinned, fingers steadily wetting themselves in your juices before letting one slide into you, a gasp escaping you as you lifted your hips, head falling back.
âSh-shut up,â you could just sight as you began to move your hips in the rhythm of his hand, your hands on his shoulders now. Instead of giving you a cheeky answer, he kissed your neck, sucking at the skin again sure to leave a mark. Right now, you didnât care one bit. In fact, you would have loved to have marks of his all over your body. To remember that this had really happened.
When he added a second finger, you moaned once more, deeper this time and you quickly moved to open his pants fully too, hand slipping into them to stroke his already hard cock. You felt a wet spot at the front, your walls clenching around his fingers.
âFuck, youâre tight, baby. Do you want my cock that bad, hm?â
Oh god, never in a million years would you have thought to like someone talking this dirty to you, but right now⊠you could only nod, kissing him as you began jerking him off, his breath hitching as he kissed you back, free hand in your hair, tugging on it slightly.
âDonât think I can wait that much longer, noona,â he groaned, your thumb now pressing down on his tip, his head falling back as he let out the most beautiful sound you had ever heard.
âFuck me then, Yohan-ah. Fuck me hard,â your eyes were determined, just as he had been earlier when he approached you, and Yohan twitched in your hand, your words obviously showing effect. He moved his head forward again, eyes narrow and full of lust â and then he turned you two around, you now on your back as he dragged down your pants and soaked panties, his own clothes following, leaving him naked in front of you. You had felt that he was big but seeing it in full bloom⊠you swallowed as you looked from his big cock to his face, his red, wild face that was still showing clear signs of arrogance.
âLike what you see?â He asked again and you rolled your eyes, spreading your legs wider for him.
âLess asking stupid questions, more fucking,â you said, and Yohanâs eyes flickered with something you couldnât quite pinpoint. But then, when suddenly his hands were on your thighs, pulling you closer to him harshly, you knew.
âI call the shots, noona. Got it?â Holy fuck. He caught you by surprise and yet you had never been hornier in your life than right there, when he finally sunk into you, his cock stretching you out perfectly â much better than any imagination. You arched your back as you let out a long deep moan, hands grabbing the sheets underneath you.
âYeah, thatâs right. Take it like the little slut you are,â he breathed as he began to move, his thrusts hard and quick from the get-go.
âF-fuck!â you exhaled as he pulled you even closer, your legs now held up by him, your eyes shut, mouth hanging wide open as your whole body shook. He made your world spin, he made your pussy scream, his cock so perfectly fitting into you, his moves somehow perfectly calculated, finding your sweet spot right away. Yohan stared down at you, admiring the way you looked, his eyes glued to your boobs at some point, licking his lips as he fucked harder into you.
âCould look at you forever, youâre so fucking sexy, noonaâ, he was trying to kill you, or at least thatâs what it felt like. Especially when suddenly, you felt his thumb on your clit, felt the way he let a dollop of spit fall onto your pussy, his thumb gathering his spit to rub your sensitive bud.
âY-Yohan-ah, ngh, donât stop!â You could already feel it, feel the orgasm wanting to crash down on you harder than any orgasm had ever done before. Yohan smirked as he continued his spiel, still kneeling in front of you, cock buried so deep inside your pussy you were sure you could feel it if you pressed down on your stomach. He wasnât going to stop. He was going to make you cum as much as he could, before finally pulling out and cumming all over your perfect tits.
âAre you gonna cum for me, noona?â His voice was so dark, and goosebumps erupted all over your body.
âWill you be a good noona and cum for me? Wanna see you cum on my cock, baby.â
And he really meant his words because right after he leaned forward, speeding up, thumb aligning with his movements, your pussy clenching over and over again â until finally you were pushed over the edge, your vision going dark completely as you shut your eyes again, waves of pleasure shooting through you.
âA-ah, Y-Yohan-ah! F-fuck, Iâm- Iâm cumming!â you basically screamed, your back arching off the bed, fingers cramping from how hard you were squeezing the bed sheets.
âYes, baby, show me how good I fuck you, how good I make you cum. Fucking slut.â
You felt so dizzy. So, so dizzy when you felt the last hit, when you felt all the air leave your body, going numb the next second, stars dancing in front of your eyes.
âShit,â Yohan moaned, feeling you pulsate around him, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip, eyes back on your face and soon on your tits.
âN-nonna, gonna cum on your tits, okay?â You nodded, not able to form a single word, he had, so to speak, fucked that ability right out of you and the second you had given him the go, he groaned, pulling out and jerking off, a sight you would most definitely never forget, Kim Yohan all sweaty, glistening in the darkness, hair wet against his forehead as he shot his load all over your upper body while moaning your name over and over again.
âY-yeah, f-fuck, cu-cumming so hard on your tits, shit, n-ngh, oh-,â his cum landed on you, and you watched him in awe, your heart speeding. How could someone be this fucking hot?
 He fell onto the bed next to you, both of you out of breath, your heartbeat loud in your ears. Slowly, you looked over at him, saw the way he pushed his sweaty bangs out of his face, chest heaving.
âShit,â he then cursed lowly, turning his head to look at you too. You felt your heart do one of itâs strange leaps again when your gazes met, when you saw his fucked out face and the infamous grin. He then did something you did not expect â he lifted his hand and placed in on your cheek, softly caressing it. Your eyes widened a bit, obvious surprise sprawled over your face and Yohan chuckled.
âWhat?â His eyes wandered down to your lips and back, making you swallow.
âI- I just-â, yeah, you justâŠwhat? Hadnât expected him to be this soft after he had just fucked the life out of you? Probably. Instead of asking again, he leaned forward, pressing his lips onto yours again, no ulterior motive, just⊠a sweet kiss. You let your eyes fall shut and kissed him back, hesitantly letting your hand fall on top of his. He tasted so good, so sweet and somehow minty, he tasted like spring felt on its good days â warm and comfortable. It didnât make much sense but at the same time it all fell into place.
âWe should get you cleaned up,â he whispered against your lips after a moment and you nodded, letting your eyes flutter open to look into his. Your heart really did a number on you, beating even faster when you saw the way he looked at you. There was no sign of his usual arrogant self, no sign of his smug smirk. He seemed just⊠calm.
 You cleaned yourself up in the bathroom, coming back into the room in the bathrobe hanging next to the shower â and suddenly feeling all of the things from before fading away. Yohan was halfway to being dressed, underwear and pants back on, shirt in his hands. He was about to leave. You knew it shouldnât hurt as much as it did, but it wasnât like you could help it. Nibbling on your bottom lip, you sat down on the edge of the bed, looking up at him.
âThis was fun, noona. Felt good to finally get that out of our system, didnât it?â He said, catching you by surprise. You raised your brows at him.
âWhat?â
âWell, you know. The massive sexual tension between us? Been going on for years now. But Daehyeon would have killed me if I touched you. Rivals and all that shit, you know how it goes. But today, damn, I donât know if I was just extra horny, but I think itâs good we finally got to it.â
He finished buttoning up his shirt and turned around to look at you, grinning as if he had not just said the worst thing he possibly could. You watched as he grabbed his tie from the floor and moved to the mirror on the closet to tie it properly again.
âSo⊠what does that mean?â Maybe it was naĂŻve of you. To still wonder. Yohan stopped in his movement, head slowly turning back to you after a few seconds.
âThis wonât happen again. Ever. This is a complete one-time thing, noona. Wasnât that clear?â His face was stone and his voice completely unbothered. Again, you knew it shouldnât hurt. And yetâŠ
âSure. Yeah, of course it was. I just- well, I guess I just wanted to make sure.â Oh, what a straight up lie. You felt yourself starting to get cold all over, felt your stupid self wanting to cry, tears already beginning to make their way into your eyes.
âAh, noona, I know, I know. I get this a lot, but no matter how good I can fuck, Iâm not doing anyone more than once. Itâs just not my style, you know?â He finished tying his tie and looked over at you again. You, who was frozen in place, who felt like the biggest idiot on this earth. He walked over to the bed now, leaning forward, his hands on either side of your thighs. It caught you by surprise, but you were still glued to your spot, not able to move. He dampened his lips, before slowly moving to kiss you, his lips as soft as ever.
âEven though I must sayâŠ,â he began when he parted from you, eyelids fluttering open, âI am kind of sad we didnât get you to suck me off, noona.â
That was it. You jumped up, making him almost fall to the floor.
âGet the fuck out!â You exhaled, pointing at the door.
âWha-,â
âGet the fuck out, Kim Yohan, before I fucking text Daehyeon and tell him you just had sex with me, before I tell the whole fucking world you just fucked me, alright?!â
Yohanâs eyes were wide, scoffing as he mumbled something under his breath before finally walking to the door and leaving you alone.
 When you had showered while crying and ordered a new set of sheets from the reception and even when you laid in the freshly made bed and tried to distract yourself from Kim Yohanâs scent still all around you, you couldnât help but already think about the next meeting in two months and how much you would give for him to just never show up again.
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X1 Masterlist
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Barbatos mood board :)
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thinking abt gahan choking kink but reverse.
usually it's always gaon asking to be choked, gently taking Yohan's hands and allowing his nimble fingers to wrap around his throat and squeeze his windpipe. Yohan, ofcourse, obliges and it makes Gaon soar with pleasure while he gets fucked to the end of his wits.
But then he thinks of something else.
He kisses Yohan rough and ends up making him lie down on the bed, climbing onto his lap and straddling him. Yohan glides his hands up his thighs softly and rests them at the dip of his hips and as he lowers himself down onto Yohan's length, he hears himself hiccup and feels Yohan's ribcage stilling underneath his palm.
And then he controls the momentum. Slow. Gentle. Agonizing.
Yohan only lets him. Lets him take the lead and the pace.
Gaon pants and slowly caresses Yohan's chest, slides up, up, up until both his hands rest against Yohan's neck. The ghost of a pressure makes Yohan's eyes widen and a low groan escaping his lips.
"May I?" Gaon asks, letting his fingers wrap around Yohan's neck while he grinds tight yet doesn't go beyond. He needs to know if Yohan is fine with it before he dares take more from him. He knows Yohan has troubles and demons of the past looming over him.
A timid nod and Yohan's fingers wrapping over Gaon, not to take them away but to press them in further. A trembling breath leaves Gaon's chest, Yohan is so utterly gorgeous when he's unadultered, unfiltered, raw. When he allows himself to be as vulnerable as he feels.
Their eyes connect and Gaon resumes taking Yohan, deeper this time with his hands around Yohan's throat. He sees how Yohan trembles, jaw slacking, everytime Gaon exerts pressure and cuts his oxygen supply for a few moments. It makes him feel ecstatic to be wielding such power over such an untameable man.
He keens as Yohan thrusts up in him, powerful strokes hitting his most sensitive spot and Gaon pulls Yohan to his lips by his throat. They kiss like animals; filthy, sloppy, wet with all teeth and clashing tongues. A gutteral sound reverberates. Gaon doesn't know if its him or Yohan but he knows they're both close.
The climax hits with their pants echoing around the room. Gaon lays his head on Yohan's shoulder and the first thing he does is look at his fingerprints adorning Yohan's neck, caressing them, and leans over to suck another purple bruise. Yohan lightly slaps his ass.
"Stop or my dick will break."
Gaon grins, slinging his arms around Yohan, "So? How was it?"
Yohan cocks an eyebrow, not willing to open his mouth.
Gaon glides a finger around the reddening indents. "Do you like the necklace i gave you?"
"Surprisingly yes. I want more of these embellishments if you'll offer."
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omg look at what a smutty brainrot can do to a person what the HELL is this WHO POSSESSED ME TO WRITE ALL THIS
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WIP Weds
Kind of a long one, but I wanted something that wasn't depressing or spoilery. This is from the second version of the amnesia fic (the one where Gaon does not get his memory back but falls in love with his own husband again anyway).
#incorrigible flirt yohan#he's the gomez to gaon's morticia in this one#which has two of the heaviest chapters i've ever written#but i'm currently trying to compensate for that with extra smut#the devil judge#wip wednesday
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MON AMOUR (p.sh)
pairing: husband!sunghoon x reader (f)
summary: after a tiring day spent following your twin children and doing the chores, what could be better than letting your husband take care of you?
warnings: fluff & smut. unprotected sex (donât be silly, wrap your willy), they have a daughter and a son, creampie, p in v, dirty talk, meandom!hoon, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy, making out, kissing, cuddling. lmk if more. NOT PROOFREAD.
wc: 3.1k
published: 20th May 2024
taglist: (permanent) @stolasisyourparent @jaeyunsbimbo @heelvsted @jwnghyuns @seunghancore @bangtancultsposts (one shot) @slut4hee @love13tter @deobitifull @xiaoderrrr @cha0thicpisces @minjaexvz @crimnalseung @skylaly @ensaz008
a/n: based on this ask from anon. hope you donât mind i changed it a little bit <3 i just love imagining how enha would call their kids (like, in heeseungâs fic, jia đđ)
âI want the pink toothbrush!â Your daughter shouted with her high pitched voice, pointing at the toothbrush of the respective colour.
âAlright.â You smiled and handed it to her, âHere you go, Haneul.âÂ
âAnd you?â You looked at Haneulâs twin brother, smiling ever so sweetly âI want green.â Yohan answered, his chubby finger pointing at the toothbrush.Â
You removed it from the wrapping and handed it to him âNow, brush your teeth, I want them all clean, alright?âÂ
Both of them nodded and you started filling in the laundry, programming it to function for that night. Spring coming with its perfect weather for the twins to play outside, it also meant your laundry had to work overtime with the amount of mud they get on their clothes.
Turning around, you noticed them arguing over the toothpaste. You shook your head and took it out of Haneulâs hand before she could make a mess and put a little bit on it on both of their toothbrushes.Â
Patrolling so that they wouldnât argue over something silly again, you helped them in their pyjamas and tugged their covers.
With one kiss on each of their foreheads, you whispered âGood night.â And exited their room, hoping none of them woke up for the whole night.
You rested your back against the door, rubbing your temples with a soft sigh. You loved the twins, you had never wished for something as wonderful as themâ But it was draining to follow them the whole day and also do all the chores.Â
You tried your best not to let it show, Sunghoon surely had it worse, waking up at dawn and coming back later than sunset. It must be so exhausting you didnât have the heart to complain about your own tiredness.
You walked to the bedroom, opening the door just to widen your eyes when you saw Sunghoonâs figure, removing his blazer meaning he had just come home.Â
You smiled âHey.â You said, closing the door behind your back.Â
He raises his eyebrows at the sight of you. âHey pretty,â Sunghoon murmured, his eyes trailing along the length of your body.
He threw his jacket on the edge of the chair sitting over by his desk, his eyes not leaving you for a moment.
âYouâre back.â You stated, fighting the urge not to add a âfinallyâ and walked towards him, taking the jacket to fold it better.
He watched as your fingers nimbly folded the jacket, a soft smile appearing on his tired face.Â
Sunghoon felt the stress of the day slowly disappear from him when he looked at you. He reached out and took the jacket from your hand, setting it down before pulling you close to him.
âI couldn't stay away from you three any longer.â He mumbled, pressing a soft kiss upon your lips.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, tilting your head âThey kept asking about you.âÂ
A small laugh escaped his lips and he tightened his arms around your waist in return, âDid they really?â It was rhetorical since he already knew the answer.Â
He hadnât been home early enough to see them for days due to his work and he couldnât help but feel guilty at the fact. Sunghoon knew that he needed to spend more time at home, with you and his little daughter and son.
You hummed, resting your head on his chest with a small sigh. You had missed the way your bodies mended together, just so perfect for each other.
His warm embrace always made your day better, no batter what hardship you had encounteredâ He just knew what made you happy.
Noticing that you werenât saying much as usual, where you would tell him all the things that happened through the day, Sunghoon gently cupped the back of your head, his fingers brushing your hair out of your face.
âYou ok, love?â He asked softly, tilting your head up so he could look at you, his eyes scanning your face to search for any sign of discomfort.
âIâm sorry,â You shook your head âIâm just tired.â You gave him a small smile, not wanting to worry him much.Â
He nodded, understanding that you were going through a lot as well, âDonât apologise,â Sunghoon mumbled, before pressing a gentle kiss on your forehead.
âI think we could both benefit from being in bed right now,â He teased lightly, a smirk appearing on his lips âYou worked so hard, even ironed all my blazers.â
âYeah but you take a shower first.â You pointed a threatening finger in his chest âI just changed the sheets.âÂ
Sunghoon chuckled lowly, âThen come join me,â He winked, gently squeezing your hip as he stepped back towards the bathroom, not letting you take a moment to respond that he was dragging you with him.Â
âHoonâŠâ You murmured, looking back anxiously, despite the bathroom being private, they still might hear you âWe need to be quiet.âÂ
Sunghoon looked over at you with a cocky smile, unbuttoning his shirt slowly âYou know Iâll try my hardest.â
You narrowed your eyes âYou never do.âÂ
He smirked back at you as he dropped his shirt to the floor, âYou love it though,â He quipped teasingly, watching you as you stood there, watching him unabashedly.
You crossed your arms âThe twins might hear us, Iâm not sure theyâre asleep yet.âÂ
âIâm sure they are.â He commented, stepping closer to you and pulling you flush to him once again.
âBesides, itâs you who needs to keep quiet, baby.â He mumbled softly as he leaned down to press a trail of kisses along the side of your neck.
You let out a contented sigh, tilting your head back to give him more access.
His hands slipped under the shirt you were wearing, his fingers gliding over the bare skin of your stomach.
Sunghoon pushed you against the counter, his teeth nibbling your collarbone, leaving small, red marks.
His hands squeezing your hips gently to keep you in place.
He was desperate to have you close again after being so busy for days and his body was missing you.
You let your hands wander all over his bare chest, feeling his shaped muscles. The feeling of your hands all over him made him eager and desperate to touch you as well.Â
He quickly grabbed the hem of your shirt, bringing it over your head before tossing it to the side.Â
Sunghoon let out a small groan when he noticed you werenât wearing any bra. His hands found your breasts right away, groping them.
You attached your lips to him and as the kiss deepened, his hands started trailing down to your hips once again, his fingers digging into the flesh.Â
Sunghoon pulled you even closer, moaning lowly into the kiss as he grinded against you, his desire for friction evident against your body.
You let out a shaky breath and trailed your hand down to palm his clothed bulge.Â
His breath hitched and his forehead rested against yours, looking into your eyes as you palmed him.Â
His lust-filled gaze locked with your own and his hand moved to grab yours, gently pulling it away.
Sunghoon had a smirk on his lips as he brought your hand to his mouth, pressing a gentle kiss on the inside of your wrist. âNot yet, love.â
You looked at him puzzled âWhy not?â
âI want to take my time with you tonight,â Sunghoon spoke gently, his eyes burning into yours.Â
One of his hands lifted to move strands of your hair and place it behind your ear. âJust because I haven't been home much doesnât mean Iâve lost any of my skills. Just relax.â He reassured you, wiggling his thick brows.
âYeah?â You chuckled âHow about you show me?â
Sunghoonâs lips stretched up into a mischievous smirk, pulling the elastic from your hair and letting your hair fall down your shoulders.
He pushed his knee up between your legs, his smirk widening at the small gasp he managed to pry from your lips âThat's exactly what I plan on doing,â He replied.
His knee rubbed up against your heat, applying light pressure every now and then just to tease you. He could feel how hot and desperate you were becoming.
When you felt something sharp on your shoulder, you gasped âSunghoon⊠No marks.â
He grinned against your skin, âBut you love it when I mark you,â He purred into your ear.Â
You lightly hit his shoulder âStill, itâs difficult to hide them.â
Sunghoonleaned closer so his lips hovered over yours, the two of you sharing the same breath and exhales.
âI don't want you to hide them, love,â His eyes burning with desire as he looked down at your body. âI want you to wear my marks with pride.â
You nagged âHow will I explain to the twins where these marks come from?â
A low chuckle left his lips as he let his head drop down to your shoulder, his nose rubbing against your skin.Â
âTheyâre too young to know,â He mumbled against your neck, âAnd these are for my eyes only anyways.â
You rolled your eyes at his shameless he was âYouâre incredible.â
Sunghoonâs other hand moved to hold your chin gently so youâd look at him, his dark eyes boring into yours.
His leg moved up again, pressing harder and rubbing up against the sensitive spot he knew youâd moan at.Â
âHoonâŠâ You murmured, unable to grind your hips on his thigh with the way he was holding you.
 âDo you know how much I missed this?â He breathed out, his fingers gently caressing your cheek before pulling your face closer to his, his mouth hovering just over yours.
âAs much as I did.â You replied and made your lips crash back together, your tongues dancing the ballad of love.
âPlease..â You pleaded, feeling your body burn in desire âSunghoon, please.âÂ
âPlease what, pretty?â Sunghoon asked mockingly, knowing exactly what it was that you wanted, but not giving it to you just yet.
âStop teasing.â You said desperately âStop teasing you say?â He grinned, âAnd just give you what you want?â He murmured before pressing a gentle kiss on the shell of your ear.
âNot tonight, baby. Tonight I want you to take what youâre given and youâll be grateful for everything I do to you.â
Your body shuddered at his words, just the thought of finally being able to be his all over again made slick pool your panties. You nodded obediently, his husky tone just fuelling your desire.
 âGood girl,â Sunghoon mumbled softly, his hand reaching out to gently pull you forward.
âC'mon, you deserve to unwind after dealing with our babies all by yourself,â He reassured with a warm smile, leading you towards the bedroom.
You walked beside him and laid down on the bed, all bare except for the shorts you were still wearing. You looked up at him with utter lust, your nipples hardening at the sight of his huge bulge poking through his working pants.Â
Sunghoon noticed it and massaged your breasts, licking his bottom lip.
Your breath was heavy, your eyes piercing through his body and your pussy aching for his cock.
âI need you.â You whispered âYeah? Need me that bad?â You nodded, rubbing your thighs together.
Such a sight made his cock twitch in his pants, the fabric becoming more and more tight âCanât wait anymore, mh?â He said and reached for your pants.
âLift your hips for me.â He said and you complied, helping him remove them.Â
Sunghoon held his body above you, his hands on either side of your head to prevent himself from crushing you.Â
His tongue quickly slipped into your mouth once again as he relished in the taste heâd missed so badly.
âIâm going to fuck you,â He kissed your lips, unzipping his pants âIâm going to fuck you so good, put another baby in you.â
He groaned at the memory of your swollen belly, carrying not one but two of his children. The idea of having a third one went straight to his cock.
âKnock me up.â You said, blissful euphoria clouding your senses.
Sunghoon pulled down his boxers and pants, his cock sprung free, angry and pulsating.Â
Your hand went down to pump it, wanting to provide him some kind of relief.
He let out a moan, bucking his hips to fuck your fist âDo you want me to prep you?â He asked.Â
âNo, just fuck me.â You said, impatiently, âMake me yours.â
You didnât need to say more, Sunghoon pulled your hand away to align himself to your entrance after slipping your panties to the side and then pushed his thick tip inside of you.Â
âSo wet already.â You moaned out at the stretch, so sweet and painful at the same time until he pushed all of him inside of you, his tip kissing your cervix.
âYou feel so good, baby,â He mumbled quietly, his body desperate for more of the feeling of you wrapped around him.Â
Sunghoonâs hands gripped your hips as he slowly began to roll his own against your body, setting a slow rhythm for both of you.
You rolled your eyes back, mouth agape as you felt him pull out just to push himself right back into you.
âS-shit baby.â He groaned as he picked up pace âSqueezing my cock so tight.âÂ
You grasped his forearms, his muscles under your palms âFuckâ Yes.â You moaned, a little too loudly.
âShh,â He shushed by crashing his lips on your, swallowing your moans âYou donât want Haneul and Yohan to hear you, do you?âÂ
You shook your head, looking at him through half-lidded eyes.Â
Your own hand went down to rub small circles on your clit, bringing yourself even more pleasure.
Sunghoon craved you, your body, your mind, your whole being. He wrapped his hand around your throat and pushed himself deeper, hitting spots you didnât even know existed.Â
âMy wife.â He grunted âMy gorgeous wife.âÂ
You hummed, hips bucking up to meet his thrusts âI missed you so much.â You breathed out.Â
Sunghoon nodded in understanding, claiming your lips once again âI missed you too, baby.âÂ
Sunghoon squeezed your nipples, making you moan âIâll take tomorrow off, fuck the company, just want be with my family.â He snapped, his hips moving more harshly against yours.
You didnât have the mind to reply to his rumbling, his pace along with the feeling of him was enough to make the knot in your stomach tighten.Â
You clenched around him, making him curse under his breath âHow come youâre still so tight?â He scoffed mockingly âPushed out two babies and you feel tighter than beforeâ Shit!â Sunghoon bit down his bottom lip to muffle his moans.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him more down to you âHoon, Iâm gonna cum.â You warned.
âI know, pretty,â Sunghoon panted heavily between moans, his pace even faster as he chased his own end. âCum for me, yeah?â He mumbled, âWanna feel you come undone for me.â
You tried to hold it back, wanting the moment and the pleasure your husband brought you to last foreverâ But it had been a while since you two shared an intimate moment and your body wasnât used to it as much anymore.Â
With one particular deep thrust, you came with a muffled moan, your body squirming and back arched.Â
Watching your orgasm sent him over the edge and he came soon after, âFuck, Fuck.â Groaning heavily as he felt your walls clenching around him.Â
He emptied his load inside you, coating your insides with his cum âTake my cum, angel.â Sunghoon twitched inside you âTake it all, good girl.â
As you both tried to come down from your high, he laid on top of you, not caring that he was probably crashing your body. You didnât care as well when all you wanted was for him to stay close.
One of your hands went to brush his bangs out of his sweaty forehead and you pressed a small kiss on his thick brow.Â
Sunghoon chuckled, the aftercare sessions always full of giggle and unspoken affection..
âWill you seriously take tomorrow off?â You asked quietly after a while, unsure whether he was being serious or if he was just too in the moment.Â
He chuckled, caressing your cheek with his thumb âIâm the CEO, I decide what I want.â He said proudly.Â
You smiled widely, a warm sensation spreading inside your chest âReally?âÂ
âReally.â He promised, brushing his thumb against your bottom lip âWeâll make a big surprise to the twins and after we take them to kindergartenâŠ.â He bucked his hips, his cock still inside your warm pussy, none of you wanting to disconnect your bodies.
He leaned down to whisper inside your ear âIâm going to have you all for myself, fuck you full of my cum until you canât no more.âÂ
You kissed him, biting his bottom lip harshly âIâm down.â Sunghoon moaned, pulling you into another make out session, your bodies moving at a slow rhythm.
After cleaning up, you laid down side by side, his big body engulfing yours, warm arms protectively around your waist.
You missed all of it, the smell of his cologne, the warm feeling of the sheets around both your bodies, his soothing presence.
Sunghoon traced small patterns on your back âStop drawing dicks.â You nagged, chuckling.
He smiled and pressed a featherlight kiss on your head âIâm so lucky to have you.â He took your hand in his, both your rings tingling âAnd I never tell you enough how grateful I am for our babies.â
You snuggled closer to his chest âIâm so lucky to have you tooâ I wouldnât have made it alone.â
âI love you so much.â Sunghoon whispered, his eyes slowly closing, exhaustion overtaking him âI love you more.â You murmured back.
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I Want You to Stay (07) | JJK
Pairing:Â Jungkook x (f.) Reader
Genre/Tags: boss!JK x assistant!reader; idiot strangers to lovers; slow slow burn; k-drama feels; angst, drama, fluff, smut
Chapter (Series) Warnings: foul/explicit language; alcohol consumption & passing out, unhealthy coping mechanisms; family drama; minor injuries; power dynamics (JK starts off as a jerk); work-related anxiety, feelings of helplessness, insecurities; childhood traumatic experiences, nightmares; sexual harassment, prior incidence of domestic violence (PLS PLS BE CAREFUL WHEN READING); arts and business/property devt talk thatâs probably inaccurate; commitment issues & emotionally constipated characters; cold and detached JK; eventual explicit sexual content (specific warnings stated per chapter) (18+)
Chapter Word count:Â 15.4k
Series Masterlist
Status:Â Ongoing
Series summary: Working for Jungkook isnât the same as working for Hoseok. For starters, Jungkook doesnât smile, he doesnât appreciate you, and he gives you too much work. It doesnât help that heâs incredibly handsome and has women at his beck and call. But as the tension grows, it becomes impossible to resist him. Youâve dedicated yourself to your job for 8 years so when you finally decide to put yourself first, he asks you to reconsider. And while you know that leaving is difficult, you learn that when it comes to Jungkook, staying is always so much harder.
Playlist đ¶: on the way home
A/N: One of my fave chapters! I hope you like this one! And just a heads up that intervals between posting days will be longer as the chapters get longer, too. And bc u know, life... HAHA but again, thank you so much for all the love for this like??? HOW. PLS you've all been so nice so thank you! đ„° Also⊠JK in that SNTY suit.
And as always, my biggest thanks to @wonwoonlight đ„°
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Mr. Ri loads the luggages in the trunk and you double check that all bags - which you helped pack yesterday - are complete. You enter the car right after and head to the airport where Jungkook will fly to Singapore for a few meetings and to attend Seokjinâs alcohol launch party.Â
Itâs been over a month since the Arts Center event and so much has happened since then. Jungkook went to Jeju to meet an artist and then to Japan over a weekend to meet another two. Heâs been on calls with a few more with plans to meet in their country of residence in the next months, and heâs gone around different local towns to meet with craftspeople for souvenirs and future exhibitions. Heâs also touched base with various national and international Korean arts and culture organizations for promotion and joint projects. The event opened doors for a new network that he hoped for. There are now proposals for other collaborations and side engagements thatâs doing a lot for the companyâs brand and expansion.Â
To say that Jungkook and the team have been busy is an understatement. You went back to work after those few days of recovering with everyone overwhelmed by all the things they had to do but like you expected, you all managed and got things organized. There are still multiple things to handle all at once, but everyoneâs just been on top of everything and showing how competent you all are as individuals and as a team.
Within that period, Jungkook has stopped by the teamâs office and the pantry more times than those first months. He also managed to laugh at Do-hyunâs unfiltered remarks a few times and even slipped his own that got the team giggling. Heâs seemed a lot more relaxed and so has the team. Lunch meetings have been regular given all the work you all have to do. Yohan and Chin-sun even say that theyâve gotten to know Jungkook a little better through their visits to the Arts Center. And while they do think heâs still a bit detached and catch him in his own world sometimes, heâs a lot more engaged and is actually way smarter than theyâd initially thought.Â
Jungkook checks his phone and sighs, prompting you to turn to him.
âSeokjin says the party is an intimate event but thereâs gonna be over two-fifty guests so I donât know about that,â he shakes his head, showing you the restaurant bar where his friend will be launching his alcohol brand. âFor some reason, he expects me and Tae to entertain guests on his behalf.â
This was another development you hadnât expected. Since that morning when Jungkook sent you food when you were unwell, your relationship changed. Itâs still professional but thereâs more openness now, as if that prompted both of you to be comfortable around each other.Â
Thereâs more trust and honesty, too - he lets you make decisions, lets you handle the team when heâs away, and asks you for your unfiltered opinion. You feel like all the time you spend together has allowed you to learn how he sees and understands things; you even finish his sentences sometimes.Â
Heâs also loosened up a bit and allows himself to laugh and smile more. Theyâre still rare occurrences but you never point them out, not wanting him to feel awkward and then stop. They often catch you off guard so you havenât been able to fully appreciate them but at least he feels comfortable around you, enough to even talk about non-work stuff and things that fill his mind, like random questions or small concerns.Â
Youâre unsure if he notices how uninhibited heâs become but you donât point it out either. He still has his moments of living in his head, his faraway thoughts rendering him quiet and observant, and his perfectionist attitude means heâs still critical sometimes. But he doesnât take anything out on you - not his frustrations nor his fears. Heâd usually keep to himself and talk to you once heâs cooled down and youâd take that any day, so long as you keep your sanity and are able to do your tasks as instructed.
In return, you let yourself be the same. Youâve fully restored your confidence and thatâs allowed you to show just how capable you are. Youâve been more vocal with your thoughts, too, and donât take it personally when he doesnât agree. You smile a lot more, joke with him even, and have been more generous with words of encouragement and affirmation. They come more naturally than you expected, and you appreciate that he doesnât turn you away whenever it happens.
Heâs actually okay to be around when heâs not being grumpy or difficult. You suppose that the situations he was put in - and how you responded with patience and understanding - allowed him to see that youâre truly on his side and that let him put his guard down a little. Youâre past trying to please him for the sake of making your job bearable; thereâs actual joy in it now, and while the search for who you are outside of all this continues to ring in your head, you think that sticking around for now isnât so bad either.
âPerhaps Seokjin has seen how good you are with entertaining guests now and deems you worthy of being an extension of him,â you respond to Jungkookâs earlier musings. âAnd he wouldnât be wrong. Youâve become really good at it.â
âYou know, I think you oversell me sometimes,â he chuckles.Â
âHmm, I think I donât,â you counter. âIf I may say so, Mr. Jeon, it's just that the bar was pretty low so the improvements are quite striking.â
âFair enough,â he laughs, not taking offense.
âYou can still do better at charming people. Maybe you can learn a thing or two from Seokjin and Taehyung,â you push.
âThose two flirt, they donât charm,â he playfully rolls his eyes.
âWell, I completely disagree, sir. I mean, Iâve seen it firsthand. And Iâm not one whoâs easily charmed.â
âFine, Iâll see what I can pick from them, then,â he concedes.
âKidding aside, I think youâll be fine, Mr. Jeon. Plus, itâs unrelated to work so thereâs no need to impress anyone,â you state.Â
âTrue,â he hums. âBut just thinking about these next few days is already making me tired. Tae rented a yacht for tonight. We have Seokjinâs launch tomorrow, and to celebrate, heâs throwing another party the day after.â
âHmm, must be that youâre getting old,â you tease, earning you a hum in agreement. âBut youâre used to that though, right? They always said that was your life back in Singapore.â
âIt was. I had less responsibilities and people to manage but back then, everything seemed too much,â he shares. âI took the weekends seriously and really just did whatever I wanted. I havenât done much of that these past weeks because Iâve been so tired and I feel like Iâm under the microscope when Iâm here. So yeah, Iâll probably just take advantage of being back there and just enjoy it.â
âAs you should,â you say. âYouâve worked hard and you deserve to spend your weekend however you wish. Just, uhâŠâ
âWhat?â
âProbably give Lucas a heads-up in case a half-naked woman greets him in the kitchen on Monday morning.â
The silence is deafening and you think youâve crossed a line with this one. You turn towards him and he looks stunned at your unfiltered remark.
âIâm so sorry, Mr. Jeon,â you bow in apology. âThat was too personal.â
âItâs okay,â he responds after a beat of silence. âI guess I deserve that. I mean, I never apologized for the morning when you experienced exactly that. And for when you found that underwear on the floor, which I forgot to clean up. So, uh. Iâm sorry.â
âItâs okay, too. I got over it,â you assure him. âAnd if anything, Iâm pretty sure she left that on purpose so sheâll have a reason to come back.â
âThatâs exactly it,â he groans. âShe saw me again and wanted to go to my apartment so she could get it. I told her I threw it away.â
âHow brutal,â you tease again.
âNot my finest moment but yeah, Iâm sorry to put you in that position. Mustâve been tough seeing proof of all the washroom gossip.â
âYou know about those?â You gasp.Â
âIâve heard about them,â he sighs. âMr. Riâs got eyes and ears in the office.â
âItâs hard to defend so I just donât try,â the older man shakes his head. âNot like you deny it anyway.â
âNot like I really care,â Jungkook shrugs. âBut even then, I guess it wasnât the best start for us,â he tells you.
âPerhaps not, but Iâm not one to judge, Mr. Jeon. Thatâs all in the past now, and that feels like a lifetime ago.â
âIt does,â he hums.Â
Itâs during these casual exchanges when you get to see a bit more of Jungkook as the person that he is, beyond the perfectionist executive who still harbors fears and worries about his new role. Heâs still a human being who finds ways to deal with the stresses of life, someone who needs time to step away from his burdensome responsibilities, someone who seeks intimacy and connection and finds ways to attain them in his own ways. The doubts and worries are still there, but the foundation has stabled a bit. Somehow you think that youâve created a space safe enough for him to talk about them, to apologize, and to try to be better. You hope he gets to create that for himself, too, and if thatâs what youâll leave him with by the time you decide to step away from this job, you think youâd be satisfied.Â
Silence engulfs you both and like he often is after being vulnerable with you, he keeps to himself once again. You wait a while before running through his meetings for today and next week and inform him of what the team will be working on while heâs away. Jungkook responds with a few last-minute instructions, especially about the tasks he needs done in time for your team meeting on Monday. Youâre both back to professional talk and you donât really mind; thereâs something about being honest and open that could be a bit disarming.
The car stops and Mr. Ri exits to retrieve the luggage from the trunk. Jungkook, in his navy blue suit, gathers his things and says goodbye. Before he can close the door, you call out his name.
âYeah?â He asks, his one hand carrying his bag and the other, on the roof of the car as he bends to look at you.
âHappy birthday,â you say. âI know you think itâs just an ordinary day but I hope you celebrate well.â
âThank you,â he says after a few seconds, basking in the softness of your smile for the short moment that he can.
Jungkook steps away then closes the door. He heads to the airport lounge before taking the 6-hour flight to Singapore, spending it on reviewing reports and design proposals. He goes straight to the office when he lands, settling down in his room where he responds to emails. He munches on some dumplings for lunch, thinking heâs missed the ones from the restaurant across the street, but then Lucas enters and sets down a bowl of seaweed soup.
âMs. Cho asked me to get this for you, Mr. Jeon.â
Jungkook is caught off guard but manages to dismiss Lucas and tastes the dish. Itâs nothing like his motherâs, but then again, he hasnât had it in years. When Jungkook moved here, there were no celebrations apart from getting drunk at a club, which is also why heâd stopped thinking of his birthday as anything special. There were no traditional meals or well wishes or birthday cakes.
Heâs here again. Thereâs that yacht party tonight but it wonât feel like a celebration. Somehow, with this bowl of soup, this does. Youâre a thousand miles away but even then, he still feels your presence. Even then, he feels more cared for than he has these past several years combined.
Jungkook wakes up the next morning with a splitting headache. His neck feels a bit strained, given that heâd slept in an awkward position wearing his clothes from last night. He also barely remembers much. One minute he was drinking with a woman around his arm and the next heâs⊠here.Â
He shifts and lays flat on his back, groaning as last nightâs happenings manifest in the soreness of his entire body. The yacht was fancy, as heâd expected from his best friends. There was overflowing food and drinks, the music was great, and the guests were honestly too many for his liking. There were familiar faces and new ones, but he mostly stuck around with those he knew. What he also remembers is not being able to taste his cake. Heâs definitely calling Seokjin to complain.
Suddenly hit with the thought of not knowing how heâd gotten home last night - or with whom - Jungkook sits up and groans once more, the incoming call adding to the ringing sound in his head.
âMr. Jeon,â Lucas answers on the other end. âHow are you feeling today?â
âTerrible,â Jungkook says, now finding the strength to get off the bed. âDid you take me home?â
âYes, sir. You wanted to leave so Mr. Ri and I took you to your penthouse,â Lucas answers. âYour valuables are on the table.â
Jungkook sighs, knowing it was one of those nights. Removing his clothes, he sees the fresh marks on his chest. Wanting to prepare himself before finding some stranger in the other room, he asks his assistant if heâd brought someone home with him.
âNo, sir. It was just you. She, uh, she asked to come but you told her you were too tired so she stayed behind.â
âOh, good,â Jungkook exhales in relief, not wanting to deal with any of that this morning, which is one reason why he always asks them to leave. âHow long do I have until I have to get ready for tonight?â
âAbout five hours,â the younger man replies. âYou have a scheduled dinner with your friends at 5:30 and then the event at 8. Iâll be there before that to help you get ready.â
âAlright, thanks. Iâll just workout to deal with this hangover.â
âMedicines are in the cupboard, sir. Please just let me know if thereâs anything more you need.â
âI will.â
Jungkook hangs up and presses on his temples as if thatâll do anything. He retrieves the medicine as advised and thinks of something else he needs - a cup of lemon ginger tea. Ever since youâd prepared one for him that one morning, heâs been having it after every night out. He calls the butler to have it prepared for him, given that he doesnât have the energy to do so himself.Â
It arrives, and coupled with the aspirin, heâs starting to somehow feel better. He knows that heading to the gym will do the trick, as it always does, but it still makes him think that he shouldnât have drank as much as he did last night.Â
For someone whoâs not particularly fond of people, even Jungkook sometimes wonders why he goes out and parties as much as he does.Â
He wasnât always like this though. His weekends used to be spent on food trips and travels, but after the breakup with Chaerin, those days became free, and heâd stay out late so he could sleep the rest of the next day. The women were to make up for the loneliness; the alcohol was to forget why he needed them in the first place. He hates loud and unnecessary sounds, but the music and the chatter started to become white noise for him; theyâd become a companion to help deal with the noise in his own head, or the lack of it.Â
Years later, the remaining thoughts in his mind were just all about work, and heâd revert to the same habit for relief - the women became his thrill; the alcohol was so he wouldnât remember them.Â
And it works. The ecstasy lasts only through the night. Itâs fleeting as his desire for them is. He doesnât recall names, just that they made him feel good and that they felt the same; they often try to hook up with him again after all, seeking him in the clubs they know he frequents. But he rarely entertains them; a second time leads to a third, and he canât be assured that they wonât ask the same tiring questions he hates hearing - why doesnât he have a girlfriend? Why doesnât he want to commit to anyone? Does he see himself settling down and having a family? Whatâll make him want that?
Itâs happened a few times, during the rare instances that thereâs a lull in between and they take advantage of his brief period of vulnerability to make him open up. He never does, and itâs not because he thinks itâs a weakness to do so, but he just never really let the moment linger to find out.Â
After a light meal, Jungkook heads to the gym and spends three hours expending his energy so he could get it back.Â
This is his other means of dealing with his stress. Working out makes him focus on something else and it helps in releasing all his anger and frustration. As he stares at his bare body in the mirror right after - the marks from last night still visible - he scoffs at himself.Â
Heâs so stereotypical, it makes him sick. Heâs allowed himself to let his life revolve around the shallow and fleeting sensations of pleasure to counter the permanence and inevitability of his job. This is his world and he made it this way. And while he drowns in the nothingness inside the walls that he created, he still thinks itâs better than being outside; somehow he thinks itâs lonelier and more burdensome out there. At least in here, heâs all he has to deal with; heâs all he can disappoint.
But there are still moments when he wonders what it could be like if he just dared to live differently. Like when he watches Seokjin animatedly explain the history and creation process of Korean traditional alcohol during the product launch that evening and how his passion is moving and infectious. Or when he observes how Taehyung freely moves around the club and makes connections with others as deep as his smile.Â
Jungkook thinks about all this as he glances at the woman next to him later that night, bare under the covers like he is, her body curled into a cocoon as she takes a break.Â
Sheâd caught his eye earlier because she wasnât trying to get his attention like the others were. She spoke less and screamed more, let him do what he wanted but touched him softly as she pleased.
âYouâre a good lover. Why do you waste yourself with something temporary like me?â Sheâd asked.Â
It left him speechless and he shrugged - a change from his usual dismissal - but thereâs really nothing to say.Â
Why does he? He doesnât know. He doesnât want to.Â
But itâs at this moment that he tries to imagine what it would be like if it were the same face he saw next to him every morning, if it were the same hand he held everyday, if it were the same warm body he curled into every night. His mind wanders too far, into the depths of a place it canât go to, beyond boundaries he canât cross, and the sight is both terrifying and calming.Â
Itâs safer where he is.
So when she wakes up from a short nap, she looks up at him, her soft eyes wishing for something she knows she shouldnât.
âYou should go,â he says, the softest heâs ever uttered the words.Â
âOkay,â she whispers in submission.Â
She gets up from the bed, finds her stray clothes on the floor, and puts them on. Jungkook follows her to the door, a first for him. Maybe itâs her gentleness, or the unspoken understanding between them, or maybe because she doesnât ask for more even if she seems to want to.Â
But though he contemplates pulling her back to try to feel what thatâs like - seeing her in the morning, holding her hand, curling into her embrace - he doesnât. He knows even that desire would end; itâs fleeting just as everything around him is. Â
He holds open the door. She turns around with a smile.
âI hope someday you find someone youâll ask to stay,â she says, surprising him again. âIâm sure they would.â
You walk around the store in awe of the luscious plants displayed on the shelves, your eyes as bright as the lights that shine over them. There are so many to choose from, and though you have an idea of what you want to have, itâs tough deciding which ones to get right now. The money tree is a must, so is the Chinese evergreen. But do you go for the orchid or the peace lily? Can you keep up with a spider plant? How many of the asparagus ferns should you get?
Your eyes flit from one plant to the next, eventually deciding on getting everything on your list then placing them on the cart for payment.Â
Jimin chuckles next to you. âSince when were you a plant mom?â
âSince she got that aloe vera from Yoongi and she was convinced that she has a green thumb after it didnât die,â Soomin deadpans next to you as you frown at her sarcasm. âThatâs also after my weekly reminders to water the plant because âno careâ doesnât actually mean itâs going to survive on its own.â
âOh, shush,â you scoff at her. âYou told me I was doing a good job.â
âYouâd send a photo every few days, hun,â she laughs. âWhat else was I supposed to say?â
âTrue. I needed the encouragement,â you shrug, paying for your haul. âBut also, Iâm a plant newbie. Yoongi said that I probably need some of them at home and in the office for positive energy and heâs not wrong. All the frustration from months ago just accumulated in my apartment and I need a change.â
âSo⊠Is Yoongi a plant dad, too?â Soomin wonders.
âNo. He just knows about a lot of things,â you reply. âPlus, heâs an architect and a designer. He knows a thing or two about plant decor.â
âWhy isnât he here with you, then?â She arches an eyebrow.
âBecause Iâm with both of you, duh,â you roll your eyes. âAnd before you say anything more, I donât really like mixing my work friends with my personal friends. Itâs different.â
âWell, Iâm glad we could join you on this new phase of your life,â Jimin tries to be encouraging. âItâs like turning over a new leaf.â
You scold him over his terrible pun but laugh anyway, enjoying the comfort and playfulness that only your best friends could bring. They picked you up from work last Friday then you all headed to a club after dinner. You spent yesterday at a beach at their insistence then stayed in during the evening. Itâs now Sunday and youâre dragging them around as you run errands before saying goodbye to them again, and itâs not a normal day without Soomin mentioning Yoongi. Perhaps itâs because of all the guys youâve mentioned that have taken interest in you, heâs the only true green flag; heâs also the only one you didnât entertain at all. You suppose thatâs something sheâll not really get over.Â
The three of you head to a nearby cafe. Jimin excitedly talks about the latest menu item in their chain of restaurants while Soomin groans about the stuff she has to deal with as she manages her family-owned shipping company thatâs the biggest in the port city of Busan. They turn to you and ask how the rest of your week is going to go, with slightly surprised looks when you donât talk about work with as much disdain as you used to. Thereâs excitement, even, something that Soomin points out, and when you mention that Jungkook is on an overseas trip, she assumes thatâs the reason why.
âNot really,â you clarify. âHe arrives tomorrow evening, but the weekâs packed - weâre visiting the Arts Center for inspection and then Iâm doing an ocular with Chin-sun for the VP events weâre holding in the next few months. I mean, I wonât be buried in files nor will I be in meetings all week. So yeah, itâs not bad.â
âThatâs good,â Jimin beams. âAt least itâs nothing like how it used to be. Right?â
âItâs a lot better, I told you guys,â you say, reminding them of a similar talk you had the last time they were here, which was a week after youâd gotten sick. âJungkook is⊠rational, less grumpy and impulsive; he also listens to me and trusts me. Heâs even smiled a few times.â
âWow, he really set the bar low for you, huh,â Jimin chuckles, earning him a nod.
âDoes that also mean that heâs now completely bearable and no longer your type because heâs not an asshole anymore?â Soomin chimes in, being the blunt and bold one among the three of you.
âHe never was my type in the first place,â you scowl. âPlus, heâs literally my boss, Soo. Thatâs like, not some flag, itâs a whole ass brick wall that shall not be crossed.â
âRight. Thatâs why Mr. Min didnât make the cut,â she points out. âTold you you shouldâve just quit your job so you could date him.â
âAnd I also told you that wasnât the only reason why I didnât want to,â you remind her. âYoongiâs exactly the type of person I need in my life, and being more than friends is the surefire way of making sure that doesnât happen. Like, why would I risk a good friendship for something that may not work out? Whether I break his heart or he breaks mine, itâs pain I canât handle. Thereâs just no going back from there.â
âRight, that is your biggest fear,â Soomin replies softly, the sympathetic tone in her voice telling you that she does understand where youâre coming from. âI mean, itâs still possible that you wouldnât hurt each other but I get it. It just sucks, I guess. The good ones often start as your friends.â
âI know. And Iâd rather have them and be single than none at all,â you sigh.Â
The thought is simpler than it seems. You wonât deny that youâve thought of how things wouldâve been if you gave Yoongi a chance, but the fear of what youâd lose always trumped that type of possibility.Â
Thereâs a kind of pain you donât want to experience, one of a broken heart caused by losing someone youâve given your all to. Itâs how you think you love, after all; you canât give any less. But itâs also why youâve never done it. No oneâs inspired that kind of devotion for you.Â
Soomin has pointed out before that itâs probably also because you donât open yourself up to the possibilities as you should. Maybe youâve just been too focused on other things. But maybe you also just havenât felt the kind of all-consuming desire for someone who would be worth it, one youâd want so much that youâd willingly face the fear of paralyzing heartbreak just to be with them.Â
You suppose thatâs the difference. Thatâs the irony, too. Youâre scared to love because youâre scared of the pain, so you keep your distance to keep yourself safe but itâs also why you havenât found someone youâre willing to crawl out of your walls for. Â
Thereâs not much you feel passionate about in life. Maybe itâs love. But youâre too cautious to feel it, to look for it, so you donât really know. Maybe itâs something else completely, and working in the environment that you do hinders you from discovering it. Youâve kept your distance from a lot of things over the past years and the thought that one day, youâll be able to feel free from all the burden you carry because of a past you couldnât control, makes you look forward to the day when you get to walk away from all those and hopefully, find whatever it is youâre looking for.Â
Jimin nudges you after you zone out, and you switch the subject and ask about the latest gossip in their hometown. You enjoy living vicariously through their social life back in Busan. They not only come out here to Seoul to see you but also to take a break from all the drama that they canât really escape from, given the type of people in their circle of friends. You always thank the heavens you got lucky that at 10 years old and making a new life in a new city, you found Soomin and Jimin, perhaps the only other people aside from your mother who make you feel safe and protected, a feeling you donât take for granted.Â
They indulge you and share some stories, but when Soomin goes through her social media feed to show you something, she gasps instead when she realizes that the men in her friendâs Instagram post include Jungkook.
âDid your boss just go there to party?â She asks, showing you the photo.
âPartly,â you reply. âHis best friend hosted the launch of his alcohol line there but there are a couple more parties because itâs his birthday weekend. Your friends went?â
âYeah, some of them are Kim Seokjinâs friends, apparently,â Soomin says. âSmall world. But then again, I shouldnât be surprised. Seoul and Busan socialites attract each other.â
âWhy arenât you there, then?â You chuckle.Â
âWeâre choosy socialites,â Jimin clarifies. âOr like, pretentious. We just act like we are but we really arenât, just to say that the Park and Cheon kids are interesting and sociable like the rest of them.â
âWho says theyâre interesting and sociable?â Soomin states incredulously. âMy eyes roll to the back of my head every time Iâm in those shitty events. The lack of self-awareness of rich people repulses me. And I obviously donât count us in.â
âAnd you shouldnât,â you confirm. âI attract good people, I guess. Iâm glad youâre not like them.â
âWell, what about Jungkookâs friends?â Jimin asks. âHow are they like?â
âWhat I can say about the Kim brothers is that theyâre nice people,â you say. âVery charming, ridiculously good-looking... And they sound like good friends, too. I canât say much else. Their dating game is pretty strong though.â
âIâd assume. I mean, when you look like that, how could you not be?â Soomin states. âI mean, even Jungkookâs on point. Thatâs some hot girl heâs got.â
She shows you a couple of Instagram stories from her friends posting about the launch party. It turns out, there were a lot of Korea-based personalities who were invited. You spot Jungkook immediately, wearing the all-white ensemble that you packed for him the other day. His hair is a bit curled and the knitted top underneath the simple coat highlights his taut physique. Thereâs also that gorgeous woman around his arms, and if what you know about him is enough, youâd guess sheâs probably one of those he seeks for a good time.Â
The sight of him loosening up a bit and enjoying himself is something you appreciate. Heâs always stressed when heâs here and youâre glad he could spend a few days partying elsewhere without having to think about work, especially during the week of his birthday. You donât know how much of this aspect of his life he enjoys, but he does seem a bit free yet still somehow detached. You suppose thatâs something heâll always be - a man trying to live his life while separating himself from the meaning of it. Youâre unsure of how he does it but perhaps itâs not that different from how you are, too.Â
After lunch, Soomin and Jimin do a few more of your errands with you before dropping you home and then heading back to theirs. You spend the rest of the evening arranging your plants in your tiny apartment and feeling like more life is breathed into it with every one of them finding their home in a corner or on a shelf. Oddly enough, you feel a bit less lonely. Thatâs how you think youâve been doing things, after all - finding substitutes for the kind of company youâre yearning for, for the kind of relationship youâre so afraid to have.
Jungkook wakes up that Monday morning feeling a lot better than he did the days before. For one, thereâs no ringing in his head nor the feeling of dehydration. Bare under his soft covers, there also arenât any fresh marks on his chest that signify the kind of night he usually has. In fact, he remembers most of it - he stayed by the bar and briefly chatted with the women whoâd approached him.Â
Suzy was there last night, too, the only one heâs hooked up with more than once, and probably the only one heâs had proper conversations with, given that sheâs a landscape designer. Sheâs been away on business trips and had just gone back, her bluntness about going back to his apartment that sheâs too familiar with being met with a rejection that she didn't take personally.Â
âHas Seoul changed you?â She asked, her eyebrow arched in anticipation of his reply.
âDo you think a place would do that to me?â He laughed.
âNo, but a person would,â she shrugged.Â
âNone of that,â he shook his head. âThereâs no one. Iâm too busy, too tired.â
âBut not too lonely?â she asked. âItâs the only reason why you would call me.â
There was no bitterness in her words but still, he asked. âAnd why did you always come, then?â
âTo see if each time would be good enough for you to not make me leave.âÂ
The conversation took a turn that he didnât expect, the usual honesty in her words being too honest for him. He fumbled for something to say but she shook him off, claiming that she knew what she was getting into every time he took her home and that constantly hoping for something doesnât guarantee that sheâd get it one day.Â
He drank a couple of glasses of whiskey after she left but managed to call his butler for a sandwich and lemon ginger tea in time for his arrival at his penthouse. The meal did the trick, as heâd slept soundly after a warm bath without a splitting headache and regrets the next day.Â
Itâs Monday, after all, and itâs back to work as usual. He has a few meetings to attend before flying back to Seoul, one of which is with the team. He gathers the energy to get off the bed for a half-hour exercise before getting ready. He eats the breakfast that the butler orders for him then heads to the office where he briefly meets with Lucas.Â
Settled on his desk, he proceeds to virtually meet with the team, who all promptly greet him from the conference room. He asks how their weekend was, with most of them looking surprised because he rarely asks them about it, but they answer anyway. Thatâs when he notices that youâre not around, prompting him to look for you.
âIâm here, Mr. Jeon,â you answer off camera before appearing on screen with a candle-lit cake in your hands.
Heâs surprised when the team sings him a happy birthday, your eyes fixed on him as you mouth the words with a soft smile on your face. Do-hyun giggles at his silence, saying that he probably forgot it was his birthday or he maybe didnât expect that theyâd prepare something for him.Â
âWe like you now, Mr. Jeon,â she teases, earning him a nudge from Chin-sun but she doesnât seem to mind and neither does he.Â
Itâs what makes him laugh, hoping that the pink on his cheeks arenât visible on screen. He hadnât expected this. He also knows he doesnât deserve it, but heâd bet that you had everything to do with this.
âYouâve probably been too busy to celebrate but we havenât forgotten. More like, Ms. Cho made sure we remembered,â Manager Lee chuckles. âWe hope you enjoy this little something we prepared.â
âItâs an ice cream cake so itâll just be in your refrigerator and you can have some when you return,â you say.Â
âThank you,â he finally manages to say. âYou didnât have to but I appreciate it. Iâm looking forward to having some when I get back. Ms. Cho should also buy another one big enough for the team to share.â
You nod in acknowledgment of his instruction before starting with the meeting. Thereâs a lot to talk about, given the Arts Center construction and activities, as well as the upcoming year-end events that they have to organize and coordinate. It goes on for over two hours and it ends with your gentle smile after he says goodbye. Â
The rest of the day feels too long for Jungkook, especially during the late afternoon flight and eventual ride home. He stares at the photo you sent of the cake, making sure he sees the greeting on it.Â
âGet home safely, Mr. Jeon,â you text him after he says thanks. âIâll see you tomorrow.â
With the reminders of the impermanence of things and people this weekend, Jungkook finds comfort in the stability that you provide. Itâs in your smile, in your reminders and organization of his life, in your thoughtfulness and patience. Itâs in the assurance that tomorrow is another day, one in which he gets to see you once again.
The cake is simple but sophisticated. The mint chocolate flavor is exactly how he likes it and in ice cream cake form, itâs really delicious. Heâs glad he gets to have this all for himself, as the team was able to enjoy one yesterday as per his instruction, and youâd sent a group photo of everyone enjoying it to him, the small smile that formed on his face no longer surprising him.Â
For one, the comfort is there. Heâs seen just how much better the team is working together because of it - theyâre more open to giving him feedback and receiving his, any moment of frustration is easily mended with laughter, and his encouragement and affirmation have been motivating them as well. In the midst of it is you who makes sure that communication flows smoothly and that everything is on track, acting as the glue that keeps everyone together.Â
He sees firsthand just how good you are at handling things, and how despite all the stress, you manage to get him seaweed soup and a cake for his birthday. Itâs more than just the details regarding work that youâre on top of; itâs also details about his life, and how heâs responding to it tells him that maybe, whatever change there is like what Suzy observed, a big part of it is because of you.
âIâm glad you like it, Mr. Jeon,â your voice cuts through his thoughts.Â
He looks up and sees you with a portfolio in hand, motioning towards the cake thatâs now one fourth eaten.
âAh, yeah,â he says, not denying it. âI feel like I havenât had sweets in a while. Where did you buy this?â
âOh, uh, I asked the baker who made desserts for the Arts Center event if she could make a customized ice cream cake,â you explain. âFortunately she could. And thankfully itâs delicious. She enjoyed working with us so she gave us a discount.â
âYou⊠had this made for me?â
Heâd expected it to be store-bought, but learning you made the effort to reach out to someone reminds him once more of your thoughtfulness, of your care.
âYes, I, uh, I just assumed youâd receive a few and I thought to give you something a little different.â
âItâs the only one I got actually,â he says, catching you off guard. Your face falls a little so he follows it up. âLike I told you, I donât celebrate my birthday so I donât let people know about it. And the ones who do also know that I donât make a big deal out of it so they donât really give me anything.â
âOh,â you say, feeling a little sad.Â
Youâre not one to have big celebrations but you do have a bit of it. For your 30th birthday at the start of the year, Jimin and Soomin threw you a little party in your humble home in Daegu where they performed some of your favorite songs and enacted your favorite drama scenes to make you happy. There was no need for anything fancy - just your loved ones and your momâs and Min-wooâs amazing cooking.Â
But even before that milestone, your friends always made sure to at least get you seaweed soup and a birthday cake; they want you to remember that there are lives impacted because you were born. You canât really say that Jungkookâs impacted your life the same way but you still value his existence; a small cake is just a little something to celebrate that. But the idea that his family and friends pass up on the cake - and perhaps the gifts, too - makes you think that thereâs really not much in Jungkookâs life he feels he could share with others, that thereâs not much he could give and receive in return.Â
âI hope I didnât cross a line if itâs something you donât like people knowing,â you continue. âI just thought⊠it would be nice to receive something from us.â
âIt actually was,â he admits, his voice soft and low. Turning away, he says, âitâs been a while since I actually thought about my birthday as anything other than ordinary. Itâs nice to be reminded sometimes. So thank you, Ms. Cho. For the soup, too. I appreciate it.â
Perhaps itâs his honesty that does it, but you canât help the smile that forms on your face. If learning how to express gratitude is something you could teach him, you already feel accomplished.Â
Itâs the next day when you find yourself back in Jungkookâs office, staring at the potted plant in your hands. Youâve gone from debating on whether to leave it on his desk or the coffee table, to even giving it at all. You wonât lie and say you didnât know what you were thinking when you passed by the plant store after work last night to get this specifically for him. You did - you wanted him to feel that joy of receiving a gift, which you suppose doesnât happen, especially for someone who can literally buy anything he wants.Â
But still, it doesnât mean that your good intention will be received well. Youâve given Hoseok a small gift every year for his birthday, partly because he likes receiving them and also because itâs your way of saying thanks.Â
You want to give this to Jungkook as a form of gratitude, too. Despite how you both started, the amount of things youâve learned from him and continue to have somehow made up for it, and you also know that heâs learning from you as well. Heâs given you agency to make decisions. Heâs also given you events and small projects to manage, making you realize itâs what you really enjoy doing. Seeing things come together the way you envisioned it is so satisfying. Perhaps without intending it, Jungkookâs showed you a way out, a path that you want to explore so much that youâre willing to let go of all that you know in this company for something new, for something that feels more like you.Â
Your thoughts have completely digressed and with the time you took debating and reflecting, you hadnât heard his footsteps, and so you jerk a little when he calls out your name.
Turning around, you bow in greeting, remembering at the same time that you have something that youâre not 100% sure yet you want to give right now. But as always, he calls you out on it.Â
âIs that a snake plant?â He asks, walking towards his seat.
âYes.â
âIs that the one on your desk?â
âUh, no, actually,â you laugh dryly, knowing you canât turn back from it now. âI⊠I meant to give it to you, sir. I just thought that, uh, the money tree on the shelf might be too lonely so I got you a desk plant. I heard itâs good for positive energy and to filter the air.â
âIt is,â he hums. âIs that why you got yourself one?â
âI suppose. I figured it could help improve my mood. Yoongi suggested it before but I just kept pushing it back. I finally got some for my apartment last weekend,â you explain, just so he knows it didnât come out of nowhere.Â
âAnd you think this will improve my mood?â He arches an eyebrow.Â
âMaybe,â you shrug. âWeâll probably need a dozen of them here but we could start with one.â
He matches your soft laughter with his own, which youâre thankful for. He reaches out for the plant, nonchalant like you when your fingers brush against each other.Â
âHopefully this will work,â he says as he places the small, white pot next to his desktop.Â
You leave him so he could prepare for a conference call while youâre set to meet with the marketing team. Jungkook gazes at the plant and notices the little note attached to the string around the stem.Â
Happy birthday, it reads.Â
This wasnât just something to match the money tree that Hoseok left for him that he hasnât been caring for much. This was a gift for him. You probably assume that if he doesnât receive birthday cakes, he wouldnât be receiving gifts, either. And youâd be right. His best friends just throw him parties. And once he left Seoul to obtain his MBA in Singapore and stayed to work in their Southeast Asian headquarters, the distance between him and his parents grew. Theyâd reach out but he didnât bother much, so heâd stopped expecting anything. After he broke up with Chaerin, he stopped receiving anything at all. This is the first time heâs gotten something from someone after a long time.Â
Itâs simple in its meaning and honest in its intention, and he doesnât hold back the smile that forms on his face.
You watch the realization dawn on Jungkook from outside. Youâd remembered the silly note you left right as you sat down and didnât have time to take it back, which really wasnât much, but you suppose itâs enough to tell him that the plant indeed is a gift. You donât know if someone like him even receives them, or would even appreciate something so cheap and humble, but the gentle smile he has on tells you that he probably doesnât get much, but that this is something he welcomes.Â
Your smile follows soon after but it feels different this time. Thereâs pride somehow that your little gift could elicit something so rare out of him. Thereâs also a bit of awe; this is the softest heâs ever looked, with that tinge of gratitude and yearning, a complete contrast to what you know of him, to how youâve always seen him. Itâs⊠itâs actually beautiful.Â
And this is when things start to get confusing, especially as your phone beeps with that SMS from him.
[From: The Boss] Thank you, ___.
Itâs the non-work message. Itâs the use of your name. This is personal for him and you acknowledge that itâs the same for you. Perhaps thereâs a reason why you made the effort to get the gift last night, why it mattered to you that he received something to celebrate his birthday, and why seeing him appreciate it the way he does is making you giddy and satisfied at the same time.Â
Maybe itâs the care youâre starting to feel for him thatâs beyond just wanting to make your job bearable. Youâll dissect what that truly means later on, but right now itâs just you, him, and the glass wall in between the both of you. Thereâs distance, thereâs a boundary, but thereâs a transparent barrier that allows you to see whatâs on the other side, one which allows you to know who he is behind the man youâve come to know. And you admit, heâs not so bad after all.
The construction of the Arts Center is going better than expected. Given some of the delays due to the wrong materials delivered and some permits that took a while to get, the workers were able to make up some ground, largely due to Jungkookâs supervision. When you both visited a few weeks ago, there were many things to work on, and he managed to identify the priorities and find ways to get the project back on track.Â
It was during those few days of constantly being on site that you saw how efficient and effective he really works. You admired his precision and attention to detail, how he instructed the team leads and project managers and laborers, how he put together the design of one of the rooms just as heâd envisioned it.Â
He was commanding and decisive, and you appreciated his thorough and simple explanations that allowed you to keep up with him. Heâs said that he wants you to understand whatâs happening so that youâre well-informed should you need to communicate to others on his behalf, and what initially intimidated you turned into something you became interested in. Since then, youâve been watching design shows to help you further. The challenge was welcomed, and now you feel like everyday, youâre learning something new on the job.Â
His instructions from that time were followed, and youâre back today to inspect the rest of the spaces. Everything is so massive, and with one half of the wall of the performance hall already done, you can clearly see the upgrade. The details are impressive, and the way that the traditional designs merge with modern elements is a feature itself.Â
Youâre immersed in the intricacies of the ceiling, walking towards the wall to get a closer look that you donât immediately notice the workers walking past you with a massive slab of marble. The moment that you do, you step back too quickly, tripping on your heels, and just as you brace yourself to hit the ground, you instead feel your back against a firm chest, with hands on your elbows breaking your fall.
You sigh in relief, even leaning your head back because nothing could be more embarrassing than falling on your ass in front of many people, including your boss. That is, until the familiar scent of jasmine and bergamot wafts through your nose and you realize that what you just did is debatably more embarrassing than what couldâve happened.Â
The familiar clearing of the throat is what finally does it for you, and with wide eyes, you turn around and face him to apologize.Â
âIâm sorry, sir. Iââ
âWas so much in awe that you didnât notice the workers passing by,â he finishes, his slightly teasing smile calming you down.
âAh, well of course. The details are too pretty,â you reason, stepping back only a little. You look at him shyly. âBut thank you. I was about to fall.â
âI know. And I was about to lose it if my assistant got injured on the job.â
âTrue. Itâs bad publicity, I guess,â you shrug. âAnd distractions could cause delays. And thatâs bad, too.â
âOr you know, I simply just canât have you injured, simple as that,â he says with a little frown on his face.Â
âImagine if I didnât see them? They couldâve dropped the marble and I wouldâve completely lost it!â
âWhy?â He arches an eyebrow.
âThat slab is like, two monthsâ worth of salary, Mr. Jeon.â
âItâs actually more but thatâs not the point,â he fully frowns now. âIf you didnât see them, then they couldâve hit you, and then you would be whining in pain right now. You couldâve gotten seriously hurt, ___.â
His voice is firm and low, and you nod in acknowledgment because you also know heâs right. The workersâ vision was limited but yours wasnât; you were just too distracted and if you hadnât pulled early enough, that marble really couldâve done damage to you. And if it wasnât for Jungkook catching your fall, then something bad still wouldâve happened to you.
âBut are you okay? You didnât twist your ankle or anything?â He asks.
âNo. Uh, the heelâs just a bit loose but Iâm fine,â you reply, still trying to wrap your head around how heâd said your name - informally, in this setting, as he told you that you couldâve gotten hurt. Maybe you werenât imagining the worried tone of his voice earlier.
âOkay,â he sighs. âYou have to be careful next time.â
âI will, sir,â you reply.Â
You step aside and Jungkook sees you from his peripheral vision as he returns to assessing, staying put and only glancing at the ceiling unlike earlier. Heâd seen you marvel at the design of the hall earlier, and while he was initially doing the same, seeing you wide-eyed and impressed caught his attention more.Â
Many times, heâs seen you look dejected, frustrated, angry. Heâs seen your moments of focus and joy, too, but this is the first time heâs seen you be in awe. There was this softness on your face that was still filled with emotion, and heâd been drawn to you enough to see that you were about to fall. Heâs glad he has quick reflexes and was able to get to you in time, the worry he felt at the thought of you getting hurt in any way was quite overwhelming for him. And while itâs partly because youâre his responsibility in this case, he also knows itâs more than that.Â
He gestures moving to another room and you follow him outside, and just as you try to stay close to him, Jungkook also makes sure youâre away from any kind of danger. He moves to your side when there are workers nearby with their heavy equipment and large materials. He shields you from the drilling. He glances at you as you both walk towards the other performance hall. And when you get there, you see the ceiling installation is ongoing, and Jungkook immediately calls for hard hats for the both of you.Â
He hands you one and you put it on, fumbling with the strap underneath your chin. You groan in frustration when youâre unable to lock it, and thatâs when you see him move towards you.Â
âLet me,â he says.
You stop your movements and shyly nod in agreement, and he waits for you to let go before he fixes it himself.Â
Itâs a little odd being on the other side, since itâs always you who fixes his tie or his coat. But youâre the one watching him now, with his furrowed brows and seriousness in securing this safety gear on you making you feel warm inside.
He steps back then looks at you, trying hard to control his laughter.
âAre you laughing at me, sir?â You pout.
âNo. I donât make fun of people,â he says, turning serious now, but you donât miss the grin on his face.
Itâs unfair that he looks good even with a hard hat on.
One of the project managers calls him and he goes around, with you staying close by. This performance hall is bigger and boasts of a more traditional design, which would hold the cultural performances that the Culture Minister is very excited about. You watch Jungkook inspect the space with thoroughness, checking each wall panel and each seat.Â
Itâs amazing to you just how involved he is with this project even with the project managers handling things relatively well. He wants to be on top of everything, heâs said; it matters too much for him to not know whatâs going on.Â
You see Yoongi enter the room and approach him. Once he sees you, he laughs as well.
âDo I look that bad?â You groan. âMr. Jeon was laughing at me, too.â
âItâs a little big, and I guess Iâm just not used to seeing you in one,â Yoongi shrugs.
âWhy donât you have one?â
âI donât need it. Iâm here all the time and nothing happens.â
âWell, Iâve been here a few times and I almost fell earlier,â you say, recalling the almost-embarrassment.
âI know, I saw it,â he chuckles.
âYou were there?!â You gasp.
âNo, I was totally in the other room thatâs why I witnessed you almost get hit by the marble then trip on yourself,â he deadpans.Â
âI didnât see you, thatâs all,â you shrug.Â
âI was by the doors. I checked these spaces yesterday and I just wanted to be around in case Jungkook had new instructions,â he explains. âBut I gotta say, you guys were kinda cute earlier.â
âAlmost falling on my ass isnât cute, Min Yoongi,â you scowl. âI couldâve either ruined the marble slab or hurt my bum. Either way, it wouldâve been embarrassing.â
âI didnât mean just you. I meant you guys,â he gestures towards Jungkook. âHe caught you, didnât he?â
âYes⊠That was embarrassing, too,â you frown. âWhatâs cute about that?â
âHe looked worried. Itâs just not something Iâve seen him be towards other people, thatâs all.â
âItâs because an injured employee on site isnât good, okay? Plus, if Iâm incapable, then no oneâs gonna be around to make his life easier,â you reason.
Yoongi stares at you for a while before shaking his head. âWow, you really are dense.âÂ
âI donât know what youâre on about,â you cross your arms in frustration.Â
âForget about it,â Yoongi shakes his head, deciding not to push it.Â
Heâll tell you another time that heâs glad youâre becoming more of yourself again, that the light has somehow come back, that thereâs now comfort you exude around the man youâd once despised. Yoongi feels assured now that thereâs someone else who seems to be looking out for you, and that itâs something you donât seem to mind at all.
âYah! Youâre being all mysterious again!â You pout, something he chuckles about.Â
âMe? Mysterious? Come on. Iâve always been an open book,â he teases.Â
Youâre just about to nag him again when you hear Jungkook clear his throat, and you turn towards him and ask if heâs already done inspecting.
âThere are still a few things I want to run by my design lead before leaving,â Jungkook says. âPlease move my meeting to 3PM.â
âThatâs noted, sir. Iâll give Mr. Hongâs assistant a call.â
You excuse yourself and step outside, leaving both men alone.
âAngering my assistant, are you?â Jungkook asks Yoongi, the curious yet playful tone in his voice evident.
âNah, just teasing. That a problem?â Yoongi answers back.Â
âNo. Itâs good she has someone sheâs comfortable with at work.â
âCould be you, you know? That isnât so bad,â Yoongi remarks, surprising him. âAnd it doesnât cross whatever boundary youâre trying so hard to stay behind.â
âWeâre not⊠on that level. I mean, I donât know how to be someone other people are comfortable being around,â Jungkook admits.
âI donât know about that. Seems like youâre already that for her,â Yoongi says. âI was just teasing her about how you guys looked cute earlier, when you broke her fall.â
âYou were there?â
âBoth of you really donât notice other people when itâs just both of you, huh,â Yoongi laughs. âBut yeah, I was. I saw her relief. And I saw you worry.â
Jungkook merely shrugs, not wanting to confirm. Even if he denies it, Yoongi will still believe what he wants to believe. But the older man knows you well just as much as he knows him.Â
âYou care about her, donât you?â Yoongi responds to the silence. âAnd I mean not in a superficial way, or a good boss caring for his employee type of way. Like, you worry when sheâs sick or overworking, when sheâs hurt or in danger. You want her to always be safe, to get rest. You like having her near. You wanna know that sheâs happy.â
âYou know I canât do that,â Jungkook finally answers. âI canât think of her that way.â
âI know. Thatâs why you were the way you were,â Yoongi says. âHow else do you respond to things you canât control than through anger and detachment? But just because you shouldnât, it doesnât change the fact that you do.â
âIt doesnât change the fact that itâs wrong,â Jungkook counters.
âWell, irrationally calling her out and being angry were wrong, too, and you did those because you werenât being honest with yourself,â Yoongi argues. âI guess what Iâm trying to say is, the least you can do is be true to yourself about how you feel. Because the more you deny, then the more you resist, and when you do that, you end up hurting her. Is that what you want?â
âOf course not.â
âThen just⊠accept things - what you feel, what you both are, what you can or canât be.â
Jungkook looks at his friend as if some epiphany had just transpired. Itâs been difficult for him to make sense of what he feels around you. Thereâs always that air of familiarity, but the warmth and comfort are new. Thereâs the reality that you come from different worlds, but that you both somehow feel and experience and maybe desire the same things. Thereâs that sense of fear over change and of what he canât control, yet you somehow provide the calm and stability that he hasnât felt in a long time.Â
Itâs all these contradictions that have been messing with him, and Yoongiâs right - because of all the times that Jungkook had wanted to create that distance, all it did was hurt you. Thatâs the last thing he wants, he realizes now. Heâs seen you struggle, and even if thatâs just a fraction of what you normally go through, itâs enough to tell him that he doesnât want you to experience that again, especially not because of him. Itâs too early to say the extent of his care towards you, and itâs not something heâs willing or ready to explore right now. But just as Jungkookâs about to comfort himself that itâs fine, and that he shouldnât dwell on it anyway so as not to further nurture it, Yoongi speaks again.
âJust⊠just a heads up, though,â he adds. âThe care that I felt, thatâs how it started for me.â
âWhat started?â
âMe, liking her.â
Itâs at that moment when you come back from your call, and you inform Jungkook that the meetingâs been moved and that he has a scheduled one with some of the directors on Monday.Â
âAlright,â he says, directing you and Yoongi towards the souvenir shop, temporarily disregarding what he was warned about.
âYou two looked so serious. Everything okay?â You whisper to your friend.Â
âYeah,â Yoongi hums, giving you the most genuine smile he could give.Â
Thereâs that sparkle and softness in your eyes that had captured him all those years ago. They dimmed throughout the years and theyâve just been sporadic, illuminating only during specific moments. Heâd seen them again a lot more regularly, and even today, as you looked around the halls and admired the designs of the space.Â
Yoongi doesnât know if a certain person is the reason for that. He knows you enough that you wouldnât even notice it, so you definitely wouldnât know what caused the change. But as your friend, he hopes one day you will, so that if youâre brave enough, too, youâd try to make sure that the light stays.Â
The inspection ends and you get back to the office at 4. You return to piles of documents you have to sift through and encode, and your original plan of leaving on time changes.Â
Jungkook spends over an hour talking with Yoongi and the construction lead about the Arts Center, and once thatâs over, you see just how exhausted he is. Heâs massaging his temples and sighing deeply, and you know that whatever just transpired, heâs going to be thinking about it all throughout the weekend, which he doesnât really have time for. The gala that one of the Board members throws annually is tomorrow night, an event youâll be attending with him as well.Â
You enter his room to remind him about it and to give some forms for his signature. He signs them off, and when you say youâve got a few more requests that youâll leave on his desk for Monday, he tells you to just wait until then.
âGo home, Ms. Cho,â he says. âItâs been a long week. And it wonât end until after tomorrow night.â
âWhat about you, Mr. Jeon?â
âIâve got some stuff to sort through after inspection. Iâll probably leave in an hour or so.â
You frown, a mannerism of yours that heâs gotten used to seeing. Itâs mixed with a pout that often makes him internally laugh because it seems unlike you. It also always means thereâs something you want to say that youâre holding back.
âShould I not?â He arches an eyebrow.
âHmm. Just thinking that it might be better for you to take a rest tonight, too,â you advise. âThe gala could be quite draining and it would be good to save your energy for that.â
âIâll think about it,â he hums.
âThen Iâll think about going home, too,â you answer back.Â
Jungkook chuckles, knowing youâre always going to counter him in some way. And heâs glad that you do.
âYou may go. And get a good rest, too.â
You nod and bid him goodbye, exiting the room to start packing your things. Itâs five minutes later when the door opens and you see him with his bag, ready to head home as well.
You smile at his tender doe-eyes as he admits through them that you were right - he doesnât have a reason to stay behind, so heâll call it a night and get as much rest as he can.Â
He pauses by the entryway, and you pick up that heâs waiting for you, perhaps to make sure that youâre indeed going home. You quicken your pace and walk next to him, steps in pace as you both go to the elevator and down to the lobby.Â
âMr. Ri can bring you home after me,â Jungkook says. âItâs late already.â
âNot late enough,â you reply. âIâm okay, Mr. Jeon. Itâs not necessary.â
He concedes, and you wait for the car to arrive and say goodbye to him again.Â
Thereâs a softness on his face as he lingers before he enters. A small smile forms, and itâs what you see until you fall asleep that night. Itâs the same one thatâs oddly been giving you comfort lately - itâs a little restrained but somehow it still looks vulnerable. Perhaps it represents how Jungkookâs been to you - there are some contradictions, but beyond all that, thereâs care.
Mr. Ri happily greets you as you enter the car that late Saturday afternoon to head to Jungkookâs penthouse. He compliments your dress, saying itâs nice to see you in something formal that fits your style - itâs simple yet elegant, and you tell him that your mother wouldnât stop gushing over you through the screen, nagging you to send full-body photos so she could appreciate you more.
Jimin and Soomin surprised you in the morning to help you fix up, insisting that they wanted to make sure you spoiled yourself for the event. If you wouldnât, they would, so they treated you to the hair salon and had your nails done. Theyâre the ones who took so many photos like some formal dance, and Jimin commented that the only downside was that they were sending you off to pick up Jungkook.Â
Defending your boss the way you did surprised you a little; it surprised them a lot more. Youâd said that he bought you the dress, that heâs been nothing but kind, and that whatever negative feelings you had towards him are all in the past. Your friends understood, deciding not to ruin your night and then letting you go so they could eat out and meet you back at your apartment once youâre done.Â
You chat with Mr. Ri about how things have been at work, your friends, and your family. You also talk about the gala and how it feels a little nerve-racking attending this time, given your experience with Jungkook.Â
Itâs a grand event that the companyâs executives attend, and guests are asked to refrain from going solo. For such requests, itâs not unusual for them to bring their assistants. Youâre expected to attend anyway, and assistants usually partner up with each other and it always worked. You went with Hoseok last year because A-yeong had a work event, and while you expected that Jungkook wouldnât care for such request and maintain that heâd go by himself, you also didnât think that CEO Jeon would insist that his son take you as his date so he wouldnât be alone.Â
The elder Jeon had reasoned that business discussions usually take place during the gala, and it would be good for you to be around and be familiar with the new people on the scene. Hoseok had said that theyâre expected to stay through the whole thing, and itâs much better for his cousin to have a companion so he could survive the night. That was months ago when things were still a little shaky for you both. You still remember Jungkookâs displeased look when it seemed like he had no choice in the matter, especially since he probably thought that his father just wanted to make sure heâd act accordingly. It feels like a lifetime ago, really, as you think about his soft smile from last night.Â
You donât know exactly what youâre feeling, why his gestures or mannerisms suddenly mean something to you, or why thereâs excitement when you think about seeing him outside of work. Youâre unsure why the curve of his lips when he grins or the deep huff that follows his laugh makes you a little giddy, or why his eyes lingering on you makes your heart beat a little faster than usual. Â
Just like right now, as they gaze at you while you seemingly do the same.Â
âYou look, uhââ he starts, unable to find the accurate but appropriate term to describe how you look.Â
âNice?â You finish, recalling the term heâd used when you tried this gown for the first time.Â
âSomething like that,â he chuckles, earning him a giggle from you.
He playfully shakes his head, perhaps knowing that youâre used to him not making grand compliments or anything. But he does smile after, and there goes that blissful feeling again.Â
Maybe itâs because for the first time, youâre being appreciated. Maybe just like how itâs been recently, he likes being around you, prefers it, even. And given how you felt so unwanted during his first few weeks here, this is a blessing, as if in his appreciation of you, youâre liking yourself as well.
âWell, in my opinion, you look quite dashing, Mr. Jeon,â you say bravely. âExcept your waistcoat seems to be uneven.â
âExactly what I thought,â he sighs. âI canât quite align it properly.â
And as you always do, you approach him, your hands immediately going towards his shoulders to flatten the vest, then his sides to pull it down. You adjust it a little bit more then fix his collar after, and suddenly this feels so natural - being close to him, taking in his scent, and smiling as he glances at you.Â
âDo you need help with your coat?â You ask once you finish. Â
He nods and you follow him to his walk-in closet where you take the last piece of clothing and assist him in wearing it. He adjusts the lapels while you assess if all wrinkles have been flattened. You watch him look at himself in the mirror and you canât help but admire him as well. He exudes confidence, which you can say now is strikingly different from the Appointment Dinner where he still looked a bit unsure. But now, he commands respect. The deep black color of his striped three-piece ensemble with his slick hair parted in the middle makes him even more handsome, and you manage to hold in the gasp you were about to release as he faces you for a final look.
âAll good?â He asks.Â
âAll good,â you smile, turning around and walking back to the living room.Â
He follows, and he takes this time to bask in your beauty before he has to act like it doesnât affect him again.
Thereâs a reason why he was rendered speechless the first time he saw you in this gown at the tailor shop, so much so that he had to step out to get some air. You look even more stunning now, with your classic but natural-looking makeup and your styled hair. You exude a certain kind of glow that sucks him in, that makes his heart race yet soothes him just the same.Â
Itâs a little dangerous for him, given that heâll be spending this entire evening with you as his date, looking the way you do while he has to act disinterested, as if his attraction isnât slapping him in the face and his internal alarm bells arenât ringing.
But he has to act professional. He has to stay behind the lines even if his mind is yelling all the words about your beauty that he has to ignore. So he gives himself this short moment where he gets to admire you, and when you make it to the elevator and become confined in a small space, he holds his breath as you smile at him shyly, hoping that he doesnât give himself away.Â
Heâll get himself together, he orders to himself, and heâll make sure he doesnât scare you off.Â
You make it to the lobby and enter the car. The drive to the venue is quiet at the beginning. Itâs technically not a work day so thereâs no reason to discuss work. You and Jungkook may have started talking about non-work matters but it doesnât mean you readily talk about actual personal things. Theyâre occasional, as itâs not something he seems to do much and youâre often guarded about yours. It took a while for you to open up to Yoongi and even then, there are many things he doesnât know. Youâre comfortable around him, thereâs no denying that, but there are still parts of you that you donât like to share with others, and you suppose that Jungkook is the same.
But still, you ask how his evening was and how his day went, expecting heâd give a basic answer.
âI just stayed home last night and watched soccer over drinks,â he says. âThen I did my workout and went for a swim this morning. I did a bit of work in the afternoon and then got ready.â
âAh, no party last night and then recovering from it in the morning?â You tease, knowing thatâs a usual occurrence for him. Lucas did mention about the Singapore trip and how heâd taken home a passed out Jungkook on the night of his birthday.Â
âWell, there was a party,â he responds. âThere always is, but I passed up on it. I didnât want to feel out of sorts tonight. Thereâll be a lot of new faces and I donât wanna mess up.â
âOh, you wonât. Youâve been doing really well, Mr. Jeon. And thatâs me being honest.â
âWhy wouldnât you be?â He arches an eyebrow. âWould you tell me otherwise?âÂ
âWell, the me of now, would. The me of a few months ago would want to but wouldnât.âÂ
Jungkook dwells on your answer. âHmm. What changed, then?â
âI got used to you.âÂ
He meets your gaze and somehow it feels too long. You donât really know what prompted you to say it but you felt a little bold, a little too honest.
âIn what sense?â he wonders, turning away now.
âIâd say I got used to the mood swings but then again, they havenât been intense compared to those first few weeks,â you admit. âBut surprisingly, itâs the calmness Iâve become accustomed to. And the seriousness and occasional zoning out, but also, theâŠâ
Care, you want to say. Or the thoughtfulness.Â
âConsideration,â you say instead.Â
Jungkookâs throat dries up as he finds the words to say. Heâs now afraid to look at you because he might give in and say something heâll regret. Heâs been praised before for his work and his designs, but he supposes that no oneâs really complimented him for something he does for other people, specifically for you. Maybe thatâs why he thinks he doesnât deserve it; heâs unsure if heâs really considerate by nature or if he just is towards you. Itâs why he brushes it off, insisting he just has his moments.
âBut those moments could mean a lot to the one itâs shared with or directed to,â you counter. âEven if it was just once. Or even if it was so trivial that you probably forgot already. But the other person doesnât. Or they would, but something about that moment stays.â
Jungkook thinks about the moments youâd shown him consideration. Or even care or thoughtfulness, but he wouldnât word it that way to you. There are the big ones - when you showed your support of the Arts Center to his father, when you calmed him down during that first Board meeting, when you gave him the noodles when he was sick, when you stayed with him during his interview with the magazine publications.
When you stood up to him. When you didnât quit after that first week.
There are also the small moments - the ginger and lemon tea on Monday mornings when he looks like heâd drank too much the night before, the biscuits you serve with his coffee, the affirming looks during team meetings, the comforting smiles from outside his office when heâs stressed.Â
Thereâs a lot of those you show him, and he realizes now that he remembers each one.Â
The silence returns soon after, as you both seem to prefer basking in the soft music that Mr. Ri plays.Â
Itâs 15 minutes later when you arrive at the venue. You get out of the car and meet Jungkook by his door, surprised when he offers his arm that you take.Â
âThis is how they do it, right?â He looks at you questioningly.
âYes,â you chuckle. âItâs a little over-the-top but the hosts treat this like itâs some red carpet event and I just follow what the others do. Bitna says itâs the one time we could feel like proper ladies or something, whatever that means.â
âHmm, makes sense. I guess Iâll be a proper gentleman, then. Whatever that means.âÂ
You hold onto him lightly as you both make your way inside. You try to disregard the firmness of his arm and the way it feels under your touch, so you gently let go not long after and clutch onto your purse instead, not wanting to give off the idea that youâre anything more than each otherâs dates. You greet the guests and establish your position to those who are unaware in an effort to show that this social event is a work function as well.Â
Jungkook talks about the Arts Center when he can, and you mentally take note of certain projects, sites, events, artists, and patrons that are mentioned, quickly typing them on your phone for future reference. He talks to you about them in between flutes of champagne and canapes that are some of the most delicious youâve ever had.
Jungkook laughs as you down another brie and cranberry bruschetta.
âWhat? I like fancy food,â you pout.
âYes, your normal peopleâs taste buds like fancy food,â he teases.Â
Itâs a statement you make often and you smile that he now uses it against you.
Your moments of casual ignorance of whatâs going on around you are ones you find yourself enjoying too much. You internally sigh every time a guest approaches him, and even more so when you find yourself with a few others and someone stands a little too close, or has his hand linger on your elbow, or whispers something in your ear as if youâre at a bar and the music is too loud, which it isnât, so thereâs really no reason for this son of some business tycoon to be asking you to head outside âto talk.â
âDonât you have a date?â You ask after he insists.Â
âYeah, some girl,â he shrugs. âSheâs kinda boring. Lucky I found you.â
You awkwardly smile, knowing itâs not your place to reject him and make a scene. He looks to be the type who always gets his way and if he doesnât this time, youâre afraid of how he might take it.Â
You donât budge and call for another flute of champagne instead, finishing it in one gulp that has the man releasing a deep breath in front of you.
âSo youâve been working for the Jeonâs for 8 years, you say?â He speaks again.
You nod, looking around to avoid his eyes.
âThatâs quite a long time, yeah? Iâm sure I can get you a spot at my company,â he brags. âI mean, we sell luxury cars. Thatâs way more interesting than buildings and shit.â
âI donât drive,â you say too quickly. âI mean, I donât know how to.â
âPerfect. I can teach you then,â he smirks.Â
Itâs the look that heightens your level of discomfort, and just as youâre about to make some excuse and run away, Jungkook calls your name that has you immediately turning towards him.
âYes, Mr. Jeon?â
Heâs not too far away; he comes closer yet still maintains a bit of a distance.Â
âHoseokâs asking for me but I want to speak to Mr. Saito before he leaves. Can you go to my cousin on my behalf?â
âOf course,â you say, excusing yourself and scurrying away from the scene, sighing in relief at the sight of a familiar pair of faces.
A-yeong gives you a hug and you return it, then you turn to Hoseok and ask what he needs Jungkook for.
âNothing,â he says. âI didnât call for him.â
âOh, okay. Well, he said you did.â
âI havenât spoken to him since we got here,â Hoseok replies. âYou know how this gala goes. So many people to meet. Is everything okay?â
âYeah, just⊠uh. Well, I just met Mr. Kwonâs son. And letâs just say, I donât want that to happen again.â
âOh, ___,â A-yeong sighs, knowing exactly what you mean. âJust stay with us. Or donât leave Jungkookâs side.â Turning towards the man whoâd just arrived, she adds, âstay close to her, okay?â
Jungkook looks at you, his eyes asking a question that you know the answer to but neither of you says anything.Â
âI will,â he nods.Â
Both of you stay where you are for a while before heading back to your seats for the sit-down dinner. You converse with those at your table, thankful that theyâre all decent and entertaining. After that, Jungkook doesnât leave your side. It almost seems like heâs your date rather than the other way around, but you appreciate his presence, especially when he calls your attention once you start looking uncomfortable.
âIâm sorry,â you sigh. âI just⊠I just get a little uneasy when people I donât know get too close.â
âI understand. Iâm the same,â he says, prompting you to look at him. âBut I just feel uncomfortable, not unsafe. Thereâs a difference. And itâs not okay if thatâs how they make you feel.â
He knew without you saying the words. It takes you back to that night at the restaurant with Hajoon and how Jungkook had looked the most guilty heâd ever been when you said that his staring made you feel uncomfortable. You supposed then that it was mostly because he thought he was causing a rift between you and Hajoon but you realize now that it was more than that. For all that Jungkook is, youâve come to see that there are things he canât stand himself doing; deliberately making you feel unsafe is definitely one of them. Perhaps itâs why at this moment, you feel the exact opposite being around him.Â
And thatâs how the rest of the night goes. He stays close but when heâs caught up in a conversation he canât get out of, he gives you that look to remind you that itâs okay to step away, that you have the ability to remove yourself from a situation you donât feel good being in. And you do, and the worry you used to have about being a mere assistant fades away. You never thought that one Jeon Jungkook would give you the permission to do that.
Youâre seated on a chair some time later, the hours of walking in your high heels taking its toll on you. You wave to Hoseok and A-yeong, no longer having the energy to walk up to them for a proper goodbye. You sigh to yourself, feeling the tiredness slowly overtake you. It was still a good night, but it took a lot of energy from you, too.Â
âHey,â you hear Jungkook call out.Â
You turn to him, still looking handsome as he stands nearby, his hands in his pockets as he mirrors your exhaustion.
âReady to head home?â He asks.
âYes,â you say too quickly, earning you a laugh.Â
You stand up, limping only a tiny bit, but you think Jungkook notices, as he offers his arm just like he did at the start of the night.
âThis is what a proper gentleman does, right?â He asks.Â
âI suppose. Although I might say, Mr. Jeon, thatâs what you were the entire time. So thank you.â
Jungkook nods in response, unsure how to receive your gratitude. He knows what you mean, as the first sign of your discomfort had him looking at you constantly. He was worried all night but he supposes thereâs no reason to feel that way now, as your faint smile just signifies that youâre tired more than anything.Â
For the short moment it takes for you to walk closer to him, he basks in your beauty once more. The night will be over soon, and heâs glad he could give you some reprieve this time. He tries not to lose it when you tighten your grip on his arm for support though, but thatâs something he can think about later on.Â
The walk to the car isnât that long and you let go of him eventually. You head towards the other door then enter, the space in between reminding him of where you both belong - on either side of a line, one that he shouldnât think of crossing.
You sink into your seat, fighting the urge to curl your body and take a nap, so you sit up straight and hold yourself together after once again feeling Jungkookâs arm under your touch. Most of the alcohol has left your system but perhaps not enough, as you boldly look at him and smile in appreciation. He returns it, perhaps knowing why you are.
You look out the window, appreciating Seoulâs night sky, until the vision starts getting unclear, as the rain falls steadily on the window. The tapping of the droplets on the glass is a sound youâve come to appreciate, among other things that you used to be terrified of.Â
Thereâs just this calmness, as if the rain is greeting you, accompanying you in your thoughts. But the sound of the radio getting louder disrupts that a little bit, and in looking at Mr. Ri in question only to find him glancing at the rearview mirror to see the man next to you, do you realize why heâs doing so.
Jungkookâs demeanor has changed, a complete 180 to how he looked not long ago when he seemed satisfied, fulfilled, almost proud of himself for surviving the night. Heâs now cross-legged and cross-armed, with his eyes closed and jaws clenched, as if heâs trying to hold himself together. Or trying his best to drown out the sound of the rain, the way Mr. Ri is trying to do for him.
Your face falls at the sight. Youâve seen Jungkook stressed and angry and disappointed; youâve seen him anxious, too, but this is different. Thereâs a bit of fear in there, and with the way he flinches and how heâs clutching onto his arms, you know this comes from somewhere and this was caused by something. If itâs anything similar to what you know, then this was because of something painful.
You want to reach out to him but you know you shouldnât. You helplessly look back on the road then glance at Jungkook every few seconds as the rain continues. It doesnât seem like it will be a terrible downpour but itâs stronger than usual.Â
You try to remember instances in the past where heâd acted this way. A few come to mind, and you think now thereâs a reason why he becomes uneasy when it starts to drizzle. That happened the other week while you were on a site visit with him for a small project, but you hadnât thought much of it, given that he was on his fourth cup of coffee on the way there.Â
But right now, you wish there was something more you could do; anything is better than nothing. But you feel constrained - by the distance, by your position, by his boundaries that seem to always be there.
By some miracle, the rain weakens, and itâs stopped by the time you arrive at Jungkookâs apartment building. The car halts and with him still in the same position, you think he probably doesnât realize heâs home.Â
âMr. Jeon,â you say softly, gently tapping his arm to get his attention. âWeâve reached your place. And the rain has stopped. Itâs⊠itâs okay to open your eyes now.â
It takes a few seconds but he takes a deep breath, opens his eyes, then looks around. Itâs just droplets frozen in time on his window and he sighs in relief. Somehow the assurance that heâs okay means something to you this time; you hate to think of what burden he carries that he hides away.
He opens the door, and thereâs a bit of disappointment you feel when he closes it and leaves without a goodbye. You suppose he just wants to get to his place immediately and rush to safety. But you donât want to intrude, not if distance is what he needs, so you settle with just watching him walk away.Â
But then he turns around, and with that bit of boldness left in your body, you open the window and give him another smile. You wish he feels the tenderness in it; you wish somehow itâs enough to let him know that you understand, and that heâs not alone.Â
âGood night,â you manage to say, and he hears it despite the distance.
âGood night, ___. And thank you.â
Itâs the use of your name. Itâs the softness of his smile and the words of gratitude. Itâs the way he lingers as the car starts to drive away and youâre left watching him even from afar.Â
It lets you know that he knows. And itâs the reason why you sleep soundly that night and why for the first time since youâve met him, you canât wait to see him again.Â
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â GENRE: smut, college au, crack â PAIRING: Seokmin(DK) x Afab!Fem!Reader (Feat. Mingyu x Afab!Fem!Reader, Seuncheol(S.Coups) x Afab!Fem!Reader) â SYNOPSIS: you have never been a person who turns down a challenge, but when your best friend challenges you to hook up with 13 boys in one semester you kind of wish you were.
â WARNINGS: oral (m & f receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it!), creampie, degradation (name calling: slut, whore), pet names (baby, princess, darling), loads of dirty talk, extremely toxic behaviour by certain members, posessiveness, Daddy!Cheol, voyeurism, masturbation (m & f), semi-public sex, did i mention dirty talk?
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Chan was over the moon, really. He was grabbing a shirt from his closet, since the only fresh out of the dryer one he had given to you. Slipping into a pair of sweats after, he hummed a tune, feeling happier and more relieved than he had in quite some time. Moving out had been stressful, finding this apartment had thankfully taken away a bit of that stress, but the process of getting everything from campus to here â still a task he definitely found hectic and wished to be over soon. During all this, he had gotten help from his friends, Haknyeon and Yohan, who were living in one of the dorms that hadnât shut down. He had also kind of hoped for his older brother to maybe come and give him a hand, but sadly he had been too busy with his own nearing deadlines and a job he had to keep if he wanted to stay in that nice studio he rented. So, yes, Chan had been stressed and worn out and now he was just worn out but for the best reason he could think of. You. He smiled to himself, closing the door to his closet now and making his way out of his bedroom â only to see you standing next to his couch (god, he loved that couch) holding the family picture his mum had given him once he had moved out and into the dorms.
âBeing nosy?â He grinned, his arms wrapping around you, cheek nuzzled against your neck. You would have probably dropped the picture if only you werenât completely frozen in place. Your brain was working overtime right now, sorting thoughts, trying to remember if he had ever mentioned having a younger brother, if he had ever said something remotely close to having a younger brother.
Maybe this was funny. Maybe this was all hilarious and the best comedy ever produced, and you just didnât get it. Maybe you should laugh about it and tell Chan that, hey, by the way, the guy next to you in this picture? I fucked him. Twice. Oh, and also sucked his dick. Just, you know, in case this mattered to you, Channie boy!
Instead, you said nothing. You stared at the picture and tried to make sense of it. Because as much as this might be funny for outsiders, to you this was the worst thing that could have possibly happened.
âY/N?â Chan asked now, parting from you again only to put his hands on your shoulders and turn you around to face him. âAre you okay?â
âWhy- who- who is this?â You pointed at the picture. Chan smiled again, his face literally lighting up and for a second you hoped he would say âah thatâs just this guy that happened to be at the photoshoot because my actual brother couldnât make it and so we hired someone who looks a little bit like himâ. He didnât though.
âOh, that? Thatâs my brother, Wonwoo, heâs a few years older than me and I think he goes to your university!â
âRight,â you swallowed the lump in your throat and cleared it after, pulling a hand through your hair as you slightly turned around to put the picture back where it belonged.
âIs everything-,â
âI know him,â you began. There was no point in lying, you figured, or just not telling him, because at one point Wonwoo would come and visit Chan and you would run into both at them by chance and- well, if you had the chance (and the courage that is) to make that situation just a tiny bit less awkward⊠youâd take it.
âYou do?â Chan raised his eyebrows, clearly surprised. You nodded.
âYeah. I joined his e-sports team at the beginning of the semester and-,â you took a deep breath, both of your hands rubbing over your face, âfuck, okay, Iâll just say it. Chan, I swear I had no idea who you were when I- when this happened, alright?â
âYouâre beginning to worry me what is-,â he stopped mid sentence, almost as if he suddenly remembered something.
Judging by the way he now took a step back, with his eyes growing in size every passing second, you could very easily guess what he remembered. A part of you told you to feel bad, to have empathy for him, and for a second you contemplated giving in â only to remind yourself the next second that he couldnât have known, and neither could you; this wasnât anyoneâs fault and instead of dwelling on and regretting this, you perhaps should just move on and act like it never happened.
âChan?â You carefully said now, surprised at how calm you suddenly felt. Chan, on the other hand, was not calm.
âYouâre her, arenât you? The girl my brother so desperately wants but canât have?â Your heart broke a little at that. Did he really have to say it this way? You pressed your lips together and, instead of trying to talk yourself out of the situation and his accusation, you simply nodded. Chan groaned, pulling both his hands through his hair.
âThis canât be happening,â he mumbled, starting to pace up and down the living room. How on earth could this be real? Him being so attracted to his new neighbour and wanting nothing more than to finally do exactly what you had just done, only for this new neighbour to be the girl Wonwoo had been pining after and crying about for the last eternity? It was almost laughable.
âWell, it is happening, Chan. But this doesnât have to be a big deal, he doesnât have to know.â
âOh yeah, he can never find out about this!â Chan turned to look at you again. His face was red if from anger or disappointment or any other negative feeling you couldnât quite say. All you knew was that he was on the same page as you and that would be enough for now.
âGood. Then Iâll get going now.â The man across from you only nodded, still distraught, and went into the kitchen leaving you to collect your clothes from the floor and finally flee the apartment down the hall and to your own.
-
This had not been your plan. Like ever again. You werenât supposed to be here, in this familiar place with familiar hands all over you, a way too familiar cock in your mouth. It wasnât supposed to have you dripping down your thighs, wanting nothing more than for that familiar cock in your mouth to soon fill your needy pussy and fuck you stupid.Â
And yet, here you were. On your knees in the office of your Friday lecturerâs office, Mingyu in front of you, his big cock down your throat, hips showing no mercy.
âTold you youâd come back crawling, princess,â he smirked, hands holding your head in place as he fucked down your damaged throat, âknew you would miss my cock splitting you open.â
If you had been in any other headspace you would have probably rolled your eyes because you definitely had not missed him - you had plenty other cock to choose from, but Friday lectures after a stressful week filled with avoiding your neighbor and your best friend and⊠just trying to somehow maintain a normal life when everything was severely fucked up⊠it had kind of lead to you wanting someone to take your mind off things. And when Mingyu had walked into the classroom, wearing that stupid sleeveless shirt and the stupid tight jeans, there was only one person you wanted to do the job.
So, there you were now. Choking on his perfect huge cock, your hands on his thighs, tears building up in your eyes as you stared up at his face, the cocky grin having you squeeze your thighs together.Â
âGod, I missed how well you take my cock down your throat, Y/N. But I missed your pussy even more.â
Pulling his cock out of your mouth now, he had you lifted up and pressed against one of the many bookshelves seconds later, his mouth on yours, kissing you wildly. His tongue massaging yours as his one hand was on his cock, lining it up with your already bare pussy (he had literally torn your panties off the second you had stepped into the office with him) and the other grabbed your braless tit underneath your shirt.Â
âO-Oh, Mingyu, f-fuck,â you moaned against his lips when he pushed into you, his lips moving down to your neck, kissing and sucking on your senstive skin and you honestly wondered how on earth you survived all those hickeys you got left and right.Â
âYeah, say my name, you fucking whore,â he groaned, bottoming out and kissing you again, even harsher this time. His hips began moving just as ruthless, books literally falling out from the shelf on impact, your moans getting caught by his mouth, his length feeling incredible inside of you, causing your walls to clench, squeeze him. Mingyu couldnât help his own sounds, feeling too lucky to have you back around him, to feel your perfect pussy, to have your tit underneath his hand, your nipple in between his fingertips. Too many nights had he spent thinking of you, about how you tasted, how you sounded. And now he was back here, back in this office where it had all started.Â
âCl-close!â you cried out and Mingyu licked your neck up to your earlobe, biting down on it before bringing his thumb to your clit and beginning to draw circles that made your head fall back and another book slip from the shelf.
âFuck, are you gonna come this quickly for me? You like my cock that much?â Mingyu knew the answer, the cockiness in his voice still having you wrap your legs around him even tighter.Â
âY-yes, I love your cock, f-fucks me so good!â you whined, sure that hearing these words would make Mingyu lose a part of his composure.Â
âFuck, baby, yeah, told you no one can fuck you like me,â He couldnât help himself anymore, his cock throbbing inside of you, twitching with every word you said, every sound you made. He changed the angle a bit, his hips thrusting up, hitting your sweet spot and making stars appear in front of your eyes. Your nails dug into his shoulders, mouth ripped open as more and more moans escaped you, saying his name like a mantra and finally feeling your orgasm hit you.Â
The waves of pleasure made your pussy almost vibrate, Mingyu biting into your neck as he came too, spurts of hot white cum shooting inside of you, making you feel so wonderfully full. He fucked you through both of your orgasms, perfect rhythm and all - until he stopped and parted from you, cock still buried deep inside. His eyes found yours and the cockiness had changed into something else. You gulped down the regret that already started to form.
âMissed you,â Mingyu then mumbled under his breath, his sweaty bangs falling into his forehead and you bit your lip, hand coming up to move them out of his face.
âDid you?â You asked and he nodded, both hands now resting on the backside of your thighs.
âI did, yeah.âÂ
Nodding slowly, you softly pushed him away, giving him the sign to pull out and drop you back onto the floor. When you landed, you felt your combined releases beginning to spill down and Mingyu was quick to grab some paper towels and wipe them away.Â
âI thought after our last meeting you would be⊠well, you know, not my biggest fan.â
âWhy? Because you fucked some of my friends? Itâs a free world, Y/N, who would I be if I was mad at you for sleeping with people you want to sleep with?â He carefully got all of the cum wiped away, throwing the towels into the bin by the desk. His words had made your heart somewhat leap - this was definitely a different (and more mature) reaction than Seungcheol or Wonwoo had shown you. Clearing your throat, you pulled your dress back down your thighs, thanking him for cleaning you up in a small voice.
âI guess so. I just- I donât know itâs all a mess,â you sighed and sat down on one of the chairs in front of the desk. Mingyu followed you, he himself tucked back into briefs and jeans too. Instead of sitting down, he leaned against the desk and crossed his arms, tilting his head as he looked down at you.
âI agree, it is messy. But itâs not your fault. I know Wonwoo said some shitty things to you, Y/N, and he was definitely wrong for saying them. But maybe cut him some slack - he is kind of in love with you after all.â
âHe wonât be after he found out who I fucked a week ago,â you replied dryly, making Mingyuâs eyebrows shot up.
âWho did you fuck?â He asked and you sighed, leaning back in the chair and crossing one leg over the other.
âHis little brother.â
âYou fucked Channie?!â Mingyuâs jaw dropped. You laughed bitterly.
âWell, of course you know him, too. How unexpected.â You now also crossed your arms, looking up at Mingyu whose jaw was back in place, a small smile tugging on the corner of his lips.
âOf course I know Wonwooâs younger brother, Y/N. Heâs one of my closest friends.â
âDo you always fuck the girls your closest friends have feelings for?âÂ
Perhaps that hadnât been the right thing to say. The smile disappeared again, leaving room for a frown.Â
âDonât do this, Y/N. Donât push me away again because youâre scared. Do you really think I donât know that all of this, all of the fucking around, is because of some sort of challenge you came up with?âÂ
You sucked in a breath, frozen in place. Of all the things he could have said, you wouldnât have thought this was one of them. For a moment you contemplated whether to deny all of it. That it wasnât a challenge and you just liked to have sex with 13 different people in 6 months. But looking at him, seeing how he didnât judge you, wasnât mad at you, made you feel like you should be honest with him.
âHow do you know?â You asked, your eyes never leaving his face. Mingyu shrugged.
âI kind of guessed. I asked around about you, after we met at the coffee shop. Most of the people I talked to said you were more quiet, even a relationship type of girl. At least until two years ago when you and Jiwoo started challenging each other to do stupid shit, approximately around the time a certain someone graduated and left you two with the knowledge he led both of you on. Does that ring a bell?â
You got up from the chair, the sound of it sliding over the floor making you flinch.Â
âExcuse me?â
âI get it, Y/N. He hurt you. He played you and your best friend. Graduated and then let you both know you were screwing the same guy. And instead of talking about it, you came up with challenges that would make you forget, that would get you to heal this wound he created.â Mingyu put his hands on your waist, eyes staring into yours. There once again wasnât any judgment, just pure understanding. It scared you, the way he got it all so right.Â
âIâm guessing the challenge isnât over yet?â He then continued and you nodded, throat dry and eyes somehow watering.
âNo. I still have three more to go.â
Mingyu nodded, hand coming up to cup your chin.
âThen finish your challenge, Y/N. And if you want me, Iâll be waiting.â
Your heart did a leap again and your eyes widened. Did he just-Â
âMingyu, I-,â you started, but he interrupted you by leaning down and kissing you. Softly and without any indication for more. He just kissed you. Lips slowly moving against yours, hand caressing your face. You felt your eyes closing, your hands almost automatically moving up to lay on his cheeks and suddenly you were the one indicating more. You pressed yourself against him, the need to be close to him suddenly so strong. He was right with what he said. You had been different back then, before you had been confronted by the man who had almost broken you and your best friend apart because he loved mind games that much. You had wanted to be with him but he had never called you his.Â
âY/NâŠ,â Mingyu breathed against your lips now, thumb stroking over your cheek.Â
âDonât speak,â you whispered back, closing the small gap once more to kiss him and forget.Â
-
Soonyoung was on your apartment floor with several books spread around him. Even though he had wanted to study (after all his extravagant dance school in Europe did not exclude him from the sad reality of a student in South Korea), he had given up about thirty minutes ago, now scrolling on his phone while you were on your couch with your laptop propped on your lap. You hadnât told him (or anyone) about what had happened with Mingyu yesterday. You also hadnât returned any of Jiwooâs calls the past three days, only texting her you were busy and would get back to her after the weekend. Truly, you were sure your best friend suspected something was up, but decided not to pester you about it (yet).Â
âShould we order some food?â Soonyoung said after a while of silence and you looked up from your screen and at him.Â
âSure. What are you in the mood for?âÂ
The two of you decided to go with a simple order of pizza, waiting only for around half an hour to now munch away on the delicious treat.Â
âSo, whatâs up with you, hm?â Soonyoung asked you, back propped against your coffee table, eyebrows raised. You almost choked on your pizza.
âWith me? What do you mean?â You asked, trying your best to sound like your normal self. Soonyoung put his pizza down onto his carton and cleaned them on his black joggers.Â
âWell, youâve been staring at your screen for two hours, not getting actual work done. And youâve barely spoken a word. Also, Jiwoo told me you havenât really talked to her all week,â Soonyoung looked truly worried, his head slightly tilted to the side. You suppressed a sigh. Of course Jiwoo had talked to him. She had found out about you two becoming close, not exactly jealous but slightly confused as to why you were avoiding her.Â
âFine. Maybe something happened,â you pouted, sinking into your couch, laptop now discarded next to you. Soonyoung looked at you expectantly. Clearing your throat, you felt your heats cheek up.
âI might have⊠slept with Mingyu again.â
âWhat?!â Soonyoungâs eyes widened.Â
âAnd after he might have told me he knows about the challenge and is, uhm, waiting for me.â
Silence. Awkward silence. Soonyoung wasnât even blinking as he stared at you, his mouth dropped. You werenât surprised by this reaction in the slightest. Sighing, you threw your hands in the air.
âI know, okay?! I know I shouldnât have slept with him, but I canât exactly take it back now.â
âTruthfully I donât really care about you fucking him again, Y/N, I am more concerned about him waiting for you. Does that mean he likes you?!â
âI guess so? God, I donât know, Soonyoung. He didnât⊠we didnât talk much after that.â
Soonyoung deadpanned at you.
âDid you fuck again after?âÂ
Instead of answering you took another bite from your pizza. Soonyoung fell to the floor dramatically.
âYou are unbelievable, Y/N. I hope youâre aware.â
Oh yes, you definitely were.Â
-
Another day passed, and you sat at your living room table eating lunch. You hadnât talked to Mingyu at all, even though he had texted you. A part of you wanted to forget about what had happened because considering your already confused feelings, this was the last thing you needed. A past fuck-buddy suddenly declaring he would wait for you to finish fucking three other guys. Sighing, you shoved your plate away, wondering if perhaps ignoring Jiwoo had been the wrong thing to do, when suddenly you felt your phone vibrate. It wasnât a number you had saved and for a second you contemplated just not answering, but did it anyway.
âHello?â
âHello, Miss. Itâs Lee Seokmin speaking, Choi Seungcheolâs assistant.â
You immediately got up from your chair. What the hell? Why was Seungcheolâs assistant calling you? A strange feeling appeared in your stomach and you tried to shake it off, your hand balling into a fist.
âWhat do you want?â You finally replied, hoping you didnât sound too harsh. Seokmin on the other line looked over at the door to Seungcheolâs office, clearing his throat.
âMr. Choi would like to send you a car to come pick you up and meet him at his office.â
You felt yourself starting to laugh. He wanted to do what? Send you a car? Meet you? Who the fuck did he think he was?
âDoes he now? Well, you can tell Mr. Choi that Iâm not interested in seeing him. Ever again!â
âWell, Mr. Choi did expect you to say that, Miss. He wanted me to inform you that the job he offered you is still on the table and would earn you 7 Million Won.â
The phone almost dropped out of your hand. 7 Million Won?! Was he out of his goddamn mind?! Anger filled you, anger towards him for thinking he could buy your forgiveness and towards yourself for actually considering the offer. It wasnât like you desperately needed money, but 7 Million Won wasnât something to just⊠turn down. You took a deep breath, contemplating your options.
âWhen?â You sat down on your couch.
âThe car could be there in an hour.â You stood up again.
âAn hour?!âÂ
âYes, Miss. If youâre not sure, we can also arrange a car to pick you up later.â
âN-no. An hour is fine.â
Hanging up the phone shortly after, you wondered how you always found yourself in situations like this. Maybe because you didnât know how to say no. Or because you liked to suffer. Liked the thrill of getting into scenarios that were completely unpredictable.Â
Judging by the way you ran into your bedroom, eyes scanning over every item of clothing you owned, this situation had been caused by more than just you loving to do the unpredictable. You, or at least a sick part of you, wanted to see him. Even after that stunt he had pulled, you found yourself thinking of him. Missing him. Even yesterday when you had been with Mingyu a part of your subconscious had wondered if perhaps it should have been Cheol you went to for relief.Â
The car did show up an hour later. Anxiety spread through you as you walked to the elevator, knowing full well you were wearing sexy underwear under your pencil skirt and low cut, tight fitted, long sleeved shirt. You had dressed to impress and you hated yourself for it. Seungcheol shouldnât be in your head anymore. You should be over him, should at least try to get over him. Instead you were here in some of your sexiest clothes on the way to see him, the driver nodding at you through the rearview mirror. You smiled with your lips pressed together, your hands tightly clasped together in your lap. Whatever was waiting for you at the office, the only thing you cared about was seeing him, maybe even touching him. Thinking about the last time you saw him, your thighs automatically pressed together. This was ridiculous, you were ridiculous. Wanting a man so obviously immature should be below you! He had taken your call while another woman was sucking him off! He was a child, a stupid, stupid child that did not deserve your infatuation. And yet.Â
The car stopped in front of one of the taller skyscrapers, the driver opening the door for you. Your breath was stuck in your throat, thanking the man with a small smile and a nod of your head. It was as if you had been ported back to your first date with Seungcheol. Arriving at the hotel, going inside. Seeing him. Just thinking about the elevator ride and what happened after dinner⊠you shivered as you walked through one of the revolving doors, your heart beating in your ears. Your bag was safely under your arm, and you hoped and prayed you didnât look as nervous as you felt. Walking further inside, you saw a tall man standing at one of the automatic gates, his eyes glued to the iPad he was holding in one of his big hands. He was wearing a fitted pinstripe suit, a pair of round specs on his well defined sharp nose. His hair was styled upwards, only a few strands falling into his forehead and when you almost reached him, his head lifted and you looked into a pair of sparkling brown eyes that made you almost trip over your own feet.
âYou must be Y/N. Welcome. Iâm Lee Seokmin. It is a pleasure to meet you in person.â He bowed to you once and you quickly followed, trying to act as nonchalant as possible.Â
âYou too, thanks.â You smiled when you were in an upright position again. Seokmin nodded once before reaching out his arm, leading you to the gate that now opened. Walking through it, you tried to somehow convince yourself that you were not extremely attracted to Seungcheolâs assistant. What was it with you and handsome men these days? Could you ever be around, letâs say, mediocre looking people that did not have your pussy flutter just by looking at them? Jesus.Â
âMr. Choi is waiting for you upstairs. Please, after you.â The elevator doors opened and you thanked Seokmin once again, going inside. You watched as he pressed the highest number on the buttons, your eyes widening slightly before looking ahead. Perhaps you were confused about the family business - Jiwoo had never really mentioned what her parents did, nor what Seungcheol was working as. Instead of dwelling on it (maybe it was like Chandler in Friends or Barney in How I Met Your Mother and you just werenât supposed to know what they did for a living) you waited for the elevator to arrive and finally stepped out when you reached your destination. You were greeted by a grand entryway, luxurious couches on both sides of the room, facing the windows showing the skyline of the city. Flowers stood in crystal vases on the glass tables in front of the couches and there were magazines spread around them. On the far right side stood a small reception where a blonde woman was talking on the phone, bowing her head at you and Seokmin when she spotted you.Â
âPlease follow me.â Seokmin put his hand on the small of your back for just half a second, but you felt the spot burn nonetheless. Pathetic, really. You blew air into your cheeks, trying to get rid of the thoughts swarming your head. You had gotten laid literally less than 36 hours ago!Â
Seokmin led you through a hallway that eventually ended in big wooden doors he now opened. The light coming in through the window was beautiful. It made the whole room look friendly. There was a light brown, wood desk at the side, right next to the huge window. A chair stood behind and a fancy computer on top of it. Countless documents were stacked neatly next to the monitor and you guessed this was Seokminâs space. You watched him walk to the other wooden door, knocking two times before opening it.Â
âMr. Choi, she is here.âÂ
You heard his voice only muffled. It still made goosebumps erupt all over. Quickly, you took a deep breath, closing your eyes for a second while Seokmin was still distracted. You brought back the phone call with him, the girl he had on his dick while he talked to you. Brought back how you had felt, the anger, the hurt. The crack in your heart for whatever reason. When you opened your eyes again, the nervousness had made room for just the anger you needed.Â
âYou can go inside now.â Seokmin once again bowed his head and you smiled at him, before walking inside the office. The door closed behind you and the air inside the big office suddenly felt incredibly stiff.Â
There he stood. Suit, but the jacket discarded over the armchair in front of his grand desk. His first few buttons open, suspenders on his broad frame, somehow making him look even sexier than he already was. His hair was styled up, kind of like Seokmin, just a bit more neat. And his eyes were on you the second you had walked inside. His burning, deep brown eyes that almost made you forget all this anger inside of you.Â
Quickly, you let your eyes wander the room.
âWeâre alone.â You said matter of factly and Seungcheol scoffed.
âWho else do you want here?â He asked, taking a few steps further into the room. You now also saw his tight dress pants, the way they hugged his thighs so perfectly. You swallowed, before looking back into his face sternly.
âI thought I was earning 7 million Won today?âÂ
The corners of his lips twitched, a smirk making its way onto them.Â
âRight. The job. Well, I canât just hire you without an interview first,â he explained, leaning against one of the armchairs placed on the left side of the room. There were two of them, right across from a couch of the same dark green velvet. You stared at him for a few seconds, the urge to yell at him so strong.
âAn interview?â You repeated and he nodded, crossing his arms in front of his chest and god, how much you wanted to touch him, feel his pecks underneath your fingers, feel the way he breathed.Â
âNothing gets handed to you these days, sweetheart.âÂ
The word caught you off guard. Your thighs instinctively pressed together.Â
âYou offered me this job, Seungcheol. Pretty sure that inquires no interview needed,â you shook your head, âI didnât come here for games, if you wonât-â, but you didnât get any further, because suddenly he was right there in your space, his breath almost hitting your cheek as his hands were firm on your waist. You felt yourself gasp, looking up into his handsome face.
âI canât do this, Y/N,â his voice was just a whisper, a desperate whisper filled with so many emotions you felt like your head was about to fall off, âI canât- fuck, I wanted to call you so many times.â
âYeah? And would there have been a girl sitting on your cock while you did?â You somehow managed to sound venomous, even though you felt your panties stick to you, your pussy throbbing painfully. Cheol groaned, hands wandering to the small of your back and pushing you closer to him. You didnât stop him even though you knew you shouldâve.Â
âIâm so sorry, Y/N. I was immature. Jealous. Hearing Jiwoo telling me about you and the challenge⊠I was so mad. I felt used. And then it dawned on me that I wasnât the first and most definitely not the last and, fuck, the jealousy drove me nearly mad. I wanted to get back at you, wanted to make you feel the way I did, but it was dumb, so, so dumb.âÂ
While he spoke he came closer to you, his lips now pressed against your cheek, his fingers grabbing the fabric of your skirt. You clenched around nothing.Â
âY-you took my call with another girl sucking your cock, Seungcheol, what the fuck were you thinking.â Without even really taking notice, your hands moved up, now on his biceps, digging into the dress shirt. He shook his head, lips now on your neck, not kissing you, just letting them glide over your skin, his nose breathing in your intoxicating scent.
âI know, baby, I know I did. Fuck, the truth is I had her waiting there the whole fucking day, hoping youâd call when my sister gave you my card. And when Seokmin told me you were on the line⊠I swear she was on my cock only as long as you stayed on the line, baby, I swear to you.âÂ
Pathetic. Was what you shouldâve been thinking. And a part of you was, a part of you wanted to push him away and tell him he was sick, but the bigger part stayed right there, letting his breath hit your skin, his hands roam, over your back and finally onto your ass, pushing you even closer, making you feel his hard length against you. And now there was no stopping the moan coming out of you. Right then he kissed you, his lips hot and wet on yours, desperation making both of you part your mouths, tongue finding tongue, a dance as crazy as you both felt erupting between them. Your hands tangled in his hair as he lifted you up, crashing into the next wall, making one of the (probably very expensive) paintings fall to the floor. Neither of you cared. Instead he kissed you harder, one hand now moving in between your legs, feeling your wet core, making him groan.
âFuck, baby, so, so wet, so hot for Daddy, arenât you?â You nodded rapidly, hands on his face, pulling him closer, kissing him again. Teeth and tongue and hotness, your head was filled with nothing but cotton and him.Â
âShit, I missed you so much,â he breathed against your lips before continuing, his strong arms now carrying you over to the sideboard where he shoved down whatever was on there, placing you on it and getting rid of your panties immediately. He held them in his hand for a second, before he shoved them into his back pocket.Â
âGod, fuck, pl-please fuck me, Daddy, need you so bad!â You cried out, your hands on his belt and he groaned, nodding the way you did before. He let you open his belt and pants and then proceeded to get out of them, his huge cock springing free a second later when his briefs were down by his ankles as well. You whimpered at the sight.
âThink you can take me, sweetheart?â He asked, hands on your face, kissing down your jaw and you wrapped your legs back around his waist, wanting nothing more than for him to fuck you senseless.
âY-yes, need you to split me open with your huge cock, Daddy, pl-please.â Cheol sloppily kissed your neck, moaning at your words. He loved to hear you beg, loved to hear you call his cock huge, loved to hear you wanting him to fuck you. Quickly, he grabbed the base of his girth, lining it up with your tight cunt, his tip being sucked in immediately by your wet heat. You gasped, hands on his still clothed shoulders. He leaned his forehead against yours as he pushed in further, your cunt apparently still stretched open from Mingyu from the day prior, but you shook the thought off, instead moving your hips to meet him, your pussy taking even more of him now. His groan made your whole body shiver and once he bottomed out, he kissed you again, his tongue in your mouth immediately. It was still desperate, still hot, still crazy. When he did his first thrust your eyes rolled back into your head and the moan escaping you came from deep within.
âFuck, y-yeah, your tight pussy takes my cock so well, such a good slut for Daddy, just for Daddy,â he murmured, lips sucking on your neck as he continues thrusting, the pain turning into pleasure real quick. You let your hips move with his, head leaned against the wall behind you, the sideboard banging on the floor with every move. Cheol felt like his cock had never been inside a pussy this good. His whole body shook, wanting to paint you white but also to never stop fucking you. Every time your walls clenched around him he felt a little closer to heaven, the sounds you were making more than just music to his ears.Â
âA-Am close, Daddy!â You cried out, fingernails digging into his shoulder blades and Seungcheol grabbed your thighs, changing the angle slightly.
âAre you gonna cum on Daddyâs cock, baby?â He thrusted even harder now and you basically screamed his name, nodding when suddenly you felt his thumb on your clit, stars appearing before your eyes as you felt your orgasm hit you almost out of the blue.
âF-fuck, Daddy, I- oh my god!â The orgasm made all of your vision go blurry and because he hadnât finished yet he fucked you right into another one, his lips on yours, your arms tired around his neck, but the pleasure still so strong in your veins.
âDid so well for Daddy, such a good girl, gonna make Daddy cum with your perfect pussy,â his voice was shaking with lust and you clenched around him once again, bringing him even closer to the edge.
âP-Please cum inside me, Daddy, want you to breed me, want you to fill me up s-so good, want your cum so bad, a-ah!â It was almost like a spell, your words. Cheolâs orgasm hit him hard, spurts of thick white cum filling your spent pussy just as you hit your second orgasm, whiny moans making Seungcheolâs head spin.
âFuck, youâre perfect, baby.âÂ
His forehead was back to being pressed against yours, both of you only slowly coming down from your highs.Â
You felt his sweet kisses before you opened your eyes again. He kissed your cheek and your jaw, kissed your neck and moved up to kiss your lips again. Soft and with so many feelings you were almost sure youâd start crying any second. What had you done? Once again, you had crossed this line, had decided to put your friendship with Jiwoo on the line because what? You wanted some good dick?Â
Sighing inside of you, you knew that wasnât true anymore. There was more to this and if you were smart enough, you would try to figure it out before you did anything else with anyone (read as: Mingyu).Â
âCheolâŠâ You didnât know where the nickname came from, but it was now out in the open and when you opened your eyes and looked at him, saw the way his eyes sparkled, you felt your stomach and heart jump.
âDonât say it, please,â he whispered, his hand softly caressing your cheek and you bit your lip, letting your own hands move up and cup his face.
âI wonât. I donât have to.â You leaned in to kiss him again, his soft lips made for yours, and your heart was beating rapidly just as much as it was breaking.Â
Seungcheol had gotten you some paper-towels, helping you clean up and you were now seated on one of the green velvet armchairs, basically twiddling your thumbs waiting for him to come back from wherever he had gone after handing you the towels. You wanted to leave, or at least you thought you did. Leave and use the bathroom and donât ever turn back.Â
When the door opened, you stood up, seeing him walk back inside. He looked at you once the door was closed.
âI know what youâre thinking, Y/N. And I respect your feelings, I truly do,â he walked over to you, stopping when he reached you. He was itching to touch you, but he also wanted to give you space.
âBut the truth is, you never asked Jiwoo what sheâd think about you and me. You just assumed sheâd hate the idea.â
âI donât even know what I think about you and me, Cheol.â You replied, a slight pain shooting through his heart.Â
âI donât believe you.â He breathed and you sighed, shaking your head.
âItâs complicated, everything is just so fucking complicated.â
âIt doesnât have to be.âÂ
Something in his tone made you look up again. There was a certain look in his eyes - a determination you hadnât seen before. As much as it was hot it was making you nervous, too.
âWhat do you mean?â You carefully asked, crossing your arms.
âI mean that I took care of it for you. I respect and admire your will to finish the challenge you accepted. As much as I hate to think about you with another man, or in this case, several other men, I donât want to make you feel as if I donât respect your wishes.â
He now dared to put his hands on your shoulders, thumb caressing you over your shirt. You stayed silent, mainly because you had absolutely no idea where this was going. He took care of it for you? What the hell was that supposed to mean?
âWhat I am saying is, I found three men you can finish this challenge with. Men I trust, that I know wonât try anything with you after itâs done.â
Your jaw dropped and so did your arms. His words rang in your ears and still needed a while to be processed.
âYou- you did what?!â you exhaled and Seungcheol nervously bit his lip.
âLook, I know this is weird, but the sooner you get this over with⊠the sooner you can tell if you want to be with me.â
You were truly speechless. Seungcheol had found you three men? To sleep with? You had to sit down. The plush armchair was perfect to catch your worn out frame. You shook your head.
âWhat the fuck? Where did you- what did you? What?â Looking back at him you watched as he now took a seat on the couch across from you. He folded his hands, arms laying over his thighs as he leaned forward, clearing his throat.
âI think itâs the best thing. You get this over with and youâre free from all of your drama, Y/N. Just think about it.â
âAnd who are these men?â Ignoring his words, you asked the next relevant question. Cheol licked his lips and looked over to the door. Then, with his voice loud and clear:
âCome in!â
You froze in place, watching the door open and two men stepping in. One of them was Seokmin, the other you hadnât seen before - or you thought you hadnât. The closer he came, the clearer you recognized him as the guy who had picked you up earlier. Your eyes widened.Â
âYou already know Seokmin and Vernon. They are some of my most trustworthy employees. And I would say they are handsome enough for you to enjoy them. But, of course, it is up to you.âÂ
This was ridiculous. But then, what about your life hadnât been these days? Pressing your lips together, you looked from the two back to Seungcheol.
âThatâs only two,â you stated the obvious. Cheol nodded.
âWell, yes. Jeonghan is still on a business trip. While Seokmin is my assistant and Vernon my personal driver, Jeonghan is my business partner. He has his office on the other side of the floor.â
He had really planned it all, through and through, as if it was one of his projects at work. Getting up, you began pacing back and forth, finally stopping and pointing at Seokmin and Vernon that still stood behind Cheol kind of awkwardly.
âYou want me to fuck them?â You asked then, making Cheol clench his jaw. He followed you, also getting up.
âI want you to fuck them once. Once and never again.â
âStill. You would know I did it. Wouldnât that bother you?â
âWhy would it bother me? Youâre an adult, Y/N, you can sleep with whoever you want.â
âEven your friends?â
âThey arenât my friends, they are my employees.â
âSo youâre a pimp now?â
Cheolâs eyebrow twitched.
 âY/N.âÂ
You sigh audibly, throwing your hands in the air.
âI donât know what to tell you, Seungcheol. This is absurd! You canât just go and pick who I sleep with!â
âDidnât Jiwoo do the same?â
âThat is totally different and you know it.â You stretched out your index, pointing at him accusingly. He sighed, pulling a hand through his hair.
âI know what youâre thinking. And yeah, maybe this is a bit about controlling who youâre with before you make a definite decision about us. Perhaps this is selfish and wrong of me, fuck, it most definitely is. But I just need you to understand that I am serious about this, about you. I want to be with you, but I also donât want you to give up your pride. I understand where youâre coming from, and as much as it may bother me I know this isnât about me. Asking them to do this for me, to sleep with you, it wasnât easy for me, and you can still say no, I wonât force you into this.â
With every word he said, you found yourself more and more torn. Because, yes, it was indeed selfish and controlling of him. But then again, if you just did this it would be over. You could continue your life and hope to somehow get back to where it was before the semester started. Swallowing down your doubts and anger, you finally breathed out.
âFine. Iâll do it. But I hope you know this is not a certain yes that I want to be with you after the challenge is completed.â
âYes. I know.â He dared to walk a few steps towards you, his eyes set on yours and, god, why was he so good looking? So pretty and yet so infuriating. You shook your head, not entirely sure what to do with yourself or the situation.
Seokmin and Vernon were still in the room with you and you shifted your gaze from Seungcheol to them.
âAnd youâre okay with this?â You asked, unsure. The two men nodded and you sighed, letting a hand run through your hair in distress. Great, they were on board at least. How exactly this was going to go though? You had no idea. Looking back at Cheol, you took a deep breath.
âYouâre crazy, I hope youâre aware,â you said. Cheol smiled slightly, daring to softly caress your cheek.
âCrazy about you, darling.â
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It had been a week. A full week since Seungcheol had told you that little plan of his and you had yet to hear from either of his âemployeesâ. You found it ridiculous, considering you hadnât even been a fan of the idea in the first place and now they couldnât even be bothered to call you?Â
Coming out of your last class that Monday, your mind was already somewhere else (exams, that is) you almost missed the well dressed man leaning against his car outside the building. Only when he called your name, did you look up.Â
âSeokmin?â You asked, surprise displayed on your face. The handsome man nodded, his jaw a little tightened.Â
âWe need to talk,â he said, opening the door of the passenger seat. You frowned, looking around before finally getting in, your bag safely stored between your legs. He had a nice car. A German brand, you noted. Seokmin got in on the driverâs side, closing his door and finally turning to you.Â
âSo, uhm, what do we need to talk about?â Watching Seokmin, the way his knuckles turned white as he held onto the steering wheel a little too strong. His well fitted black suit strained around his thighs and you swallowed hard, wondering if he had picked you up to do what his boss asked of him.Â
âVernon and I told Seungcheol we already slept together.â The words took a few seconds to reach your brain and once they did, your eyes widened and you sat up, one hand finding balance on the seat underneath you.
âYou did what?!âÂ
âWe are going to the office right now and you need to tell him itâs true.â Seokmin turned to look at you, your mouth hanging open.Â
âWe are⊠what? You expect me to lie to him?â
âYes, thatâs exactly it, smart girl.âÂ
âWoah, no. I canât lie to him, he will know I am!
The glint in his eyes made you flinch. While he seemed to be a proper young man, sweet on the outside, something slumbered inside him and you werenât too keen on finding out what it was. If lying to Cheol made all of this go away - so be it. Perhaps he didnât know you as well as you thought - perhaps he would buy it and you were free.Â
âWhat about the other one? Jeonghan?â You asked as you put your seatbelt on and Seokmin started the car.Â
âHeâs in it too. Obviously he canât say he had sex with you yet since heâs still on his business trip, but once he is backâŠâ He began to drive off, your nod going unnoticed by him. While he drove, you allowed yourself to check him out a little more. Whilst you were sure that you wanted to avoid the inevitable complications it would bring if you were to sleep with him - it wasnât like he wasnât someone youâd consider if the circumstances were any different. He was tall and handsome, with a face shaped like a Greek gods. His black hair was styled upwards, once again only a few strands falling into his forehead. The little mole underneath his eye, right there on his cheek looking so endearing.
He drove the car in silence not mentioning if he saw you staring and you decided that not speaking to him would do you more good than not. Arriving at the office around ten minutes later, he held the door open for you and you thanked him with a nod, your bag back on your shoulder. You followed him inside, the now familiar entrance hall and elevators greeting you in their elegant demeanor just like last time. Just like back then you were extremely nervous, feeling sweat forming on your hands, your teeth continuously gnawing on your bottom lip. Seokmin and you entered the elevator and you tried to calm your beating heart. This was going to be fine. You had lied many times before - maybe not about something like this to someone you had a very⊠specific⊠relationship with, but⊠yeah. You gulped when the doors opened and Seokmin led you to where he had a week ago. Knocking on the door once, he then continued to open it, again letting you go ahead.Â
Seungcheol was leaning against his desk, hands holding onto its edge. Your eyes met his immediately and your stomach did a flip while the rest of your insides seemed to tighten uncomfortably.Â
âVery well, weâre all here.â He pushed himself off the table, hands now shoved into the pockets of his tight pants that made his thighs look extremely delicious. Only when you stopped staring at his legs did you register what he said. Your head moved to the side and you saw Vernon sitting on the armchair across from the couch, your eyes widening slightly.Â
âSeokmin, take a seat next to Vernon, wonât you.â Cheol said, but his eyes were locked on you. His assistant nodded and walked over to the driver, presenting him with a nod before taking his place on the other armchair. The second he was seated, Cheol walked over to you in three big steps, his arm wrapping around your middle and pulling you closer. You gasped at the sudden contact, hands finding Cheolâs chest.
âTell me, darling, did you fuck them?â His eyes said something you couldnât grasp and while your throat dried up, your head still somewhat knew how to function and nodded. The man holding you close clicked his tongue.
âUse your words, baby.â His grip around you tightened and you cursed yourself for feeling that right between your legs. Pressing your thighs together, you cleared your throat.
âYes, I did.âÂ
Seungcheol watched you closely, eyes roaming over your face, your neck and chest. He saw the mark he had left slightly fading and a small smile played on his lips.
âIs that right?â He mumbled, looking at Vernon and Seokmin for only a split second before his attention was back on you.
âTell me then. Tell me what they did to you.â
The request caught you off guard. Seokmin and Vernon froze in their seats, not daring to look at each other. This had not been part of the plan. Seokmin tried to stay positive - neither he nor Vernon had given Seungcheol any details of your presumed nights together which meant you had full creative control. But then again, Seokmin thought, would he be okay listening to you sharing a story about how he fucked you? He shifted on his seat, his poker face staying even with his dick uncomfortably twitching inside his briefs.Â
Now, you looked over at the two men, not able to read anything in their blank faces. Fine, this was up to you then. Clearing your throat again, you looked back at Cheol.
âYou sure?â You wanted to know. Seungcheol nodded, his arm still tightly wrapped around you.
âFine,â you dropped your bag onto the floor, âSeokmin fucked me in the back of his car. Right about a day after your little presentation. He didnât wait long, just pulled me onto the backseat, fingered me open for him and then took me from behind until he came.â
You were impressed with yourself, your voice didnât go up higher, nor did you stop looking at him during any time of your little speech. Seungcheolâs face was unreadable.Â
âDid he make you cum?â He asked then. You shook your head.
âHe watched as I finished myself off.âÂ
Wherever that confidence came from - you werenât sure. You didnât notice the way Seokminâs eyes narrowed or how he crossed his legs, didnât notice how angry splashes of red appeared on his neck. He had watched you getting yourself off? Please, if anything heâd make you cum with his fingers, cock and mouth. He would never just come and then leave you to finish the job yourself. Still, he remained calm, leaning back in the chair and ignoring the images of you on the backseat of his car, of his cock repeatedly thrusting into you.Â
âVernon?â Cheol continued then.Â
âIt was in my apartment three days ago. I invited him over and we had dinner. We both wanted to get it over with, but also to have it be pleasurable nonetheless. So, we started making out and I eventually rode his cock till he came.â
Vernon felt his blood rush down south at that thought. Little did you or anyone else in this room know how far this was from anything that had happened to him in real life.Â
âDid he make you cum, baby?â Cheol asked, one hand now cupping your face. You shook your head.Â
âNo. I finished myself off when he was gone.â
While it did hurt his pride a little bit, Vernon understood what you were doing. He still couldnât help himself imagining what youâd look like with your fingers pounding into your cunt.Â
For a few seconds Cheol was quiet. Then, he chuckled lowly. Your heart dropped. Shit. He parted from you, cracking his neck once, twice, before looking over at his two employees, slash, friends.
âSo, you two canât even do this one thing for me?â He asked calmly, and Vernon and Seokmin got up, ready to defend themselves, when Seungcheol shook his head, holding up one of his big hands.Â
âPerhaps,â he began, âPerhaps, I need to show you what you missed out on.â
Your ears perked up at that, heat rising inside of you, gaze on Seungcheolâs back. Show them what they missed out on? When he turned around, his eyes full of fire, you felt yourself gasp. He had pulled you close again, his chest pressed against yours, head leaned forward, lips right by your ear.
âLiars get punished, baby,â he whispered, âshould I fuck you right here in front of them? Give them a show?âÂ
The small groan coming out of your mouth gave you away. Seungcheol kissed you then, hot and demanding, his tongue thrusting into your mouth from the get go. He let his hands roam over your body, shoving up your shirt and groping your tits, having you moan into his mouth as he finally picked you up and laid you down onto the couch, right into Seokmin and Vernonâs view.Â
âS-Sir, we- we can g-go,â Vernon stuttered, eyes glued to the way your shirt had risen up, showing your stomach and a little bit of your underboob and, god, Vernon was already hard.Â
âIf you want to, go. But I doubt either of you wants to miss this, isnât that right, darling?â Cheol smirked down at you, your face hot and your pussy throbbing for him already.Â
âSit down and enjoy the show because I fear this is the closest you will get to this pussy, boys.â
Vernon plopped back down onto the armchair then, his mouth already hanging low while Seokmin was torn. A part of him wanted to stay, wanted to see you get railed, wanted to save the pictures for later when he was alone, imagining it was him instead of Seungcheol fucking you. Another part wanted to leave though. He definitely didnât want to be part of Cheolâs sick game. He already did everything for that jerk, why the hell should he comply even now?Â
But the second he heard your moan, Seokmin found himself sitting back down. The sound went straight to his cock and he crossed his legs like he had before, trying to ignore how tight his pants were growing.Â
Cheol had moved between your legs, hands gripping your bare thighs, silently thanking you for wearing that skirt today. He pressed kisses onto your flesh, biting into it after, making you moan. Hands found your panties, pulling them down and inhaling your scent just then, licking his lips.Â
Dashing forward, he sunk his tongue into your folds, fingers still digging into your skin. Seeing red, you let your hands move to his head, nails almost hurting his scalp. You moaned out loud when his lips closed around your clit and a finger found its way into your tight heat.Â
âTastes so fucking good,â Cheol mumbled loud enough for everyone in the room to hear, âbet you regret not being able to taste her pussy, isnât that right?â He sucked your clit into his mouth again, tongue flicking against it in a fast rhythm and you arched your back, crying out his name. Cheol was wonderful with his mouth and fingers, maybe even deserved a medal for the way he coordinated his finger and tongue, how he licked into your hole and up your folds, how he devoured your bud as if it was a delicacy in a 5 star restaurant.Â
âHear how wet she is? My little slut likes being watched, doesnât she?â Cheol moved forward now, pressing two fingers into you and pumping them in and out at a fast pace. You gasped, hands on his biceps, holding on for dear life.
âD-Daddy!â you cried out and Cheol smirked, looking over at Seokmin and Vernon who were both staring at you.
âThatâs right, cry out for me, baby.â He picked up the pace, licking his lips before he dipped down, kissing you again, more tongue and teeth than anything else. Your hips were chasing his movements, fingers digging into his muscular arms.Â
âHoly.â Vernon swallowed, his hand pressing down onto his crotch to get some kind of friction. His mind was racing, everything kind of a blur while his cock was getting harder with every second. Seokmin, meanwhile, was sitting quietly on his chair, eyes locked on you. He thrived on the way you arched your body, the way your face was pulled into a grimace, your mouth hanging open, eyes squeezed shut. He didnât even try to control the erection in his pants, knowing well enough it was only going to get worse.Â
âShould I show them your pussy, baby? Do you want them to see how wet you are?â Seungcheol pulled his fingers out of you, your juices so visible on them for everyone to see. Vernon whimpered at the sight, while Seokmin stayed put. Your chest was heaving, watching how Cheol moved up again, letting his fingers sink into your mouth. You sucked them in, tongue swirling around them as if they were his cock. Cheol felt his dick twitch and he licked his lips, your taste forever the sweetest he had ever tasted.Â
He then moved you, having both your legs hang off the couch, spreading them for Seokmin and Vernon to see, both of them holding their breaths as they saw your needy cunt, the way you were dripping, your eyes wide and so full of lust Vernon couldnât help but reach into his pants, palming himself over his boxers, eyes glued to your glistening folds.
âLook at that, looks like Vernon likes your pussy, baby. Bet he wishes he could be the one to do this, hm?â Cheol let three fingers push into you now, the stretch making you cry out in pleasure, holding onto the edge of the couch as your head fell backwards. The sounds it made, the way his fingers reached you right where you needed him to, pushed into that spot over and over again, your walls clenching around him more often than not.
âYeah, look at how well that pretty pussy takes my fingers, such a good girl for Daddy,â Cheol mumbled more to himself than anyone else, even though he was still aware of the two other men in the room. He loved watching you come undone, loved the way you moaned, cried, whimpered - every sound you made was like music to him. A symphony he could never grow tired of.Â
âD-Daddy, pl-please!â Your eyes were rolling back, your hips lifting off the couch, about to reach your high, stomach tightening - when Cheol pulled his fingers out and instead slapped down onto your clit having your body jerk and tears building up behind your eyes.
âI told you, liars need to be punished.â Without any warning, he grabbed your hips again, having you on all fours on the couch, his cock freed from his pants, pumping it once, twice, before slapping his free hand onto your asscheek. You moaned, almost losing balance and your eyes flew to the side when you heard Vernon moan again. His hand was inside his boxers now, jerking off without any control, hand flying up his cock in rapid movements. Seokmin was still not moving. Your eyes stayed on him even when Cheol rammed into you, his one hand on your hip, the other around your neck.
The eye contact made Seokmin question his sanity even more. Why the fuck would you look at him right now, why would you not close your eyes and enjoy Seungcheol fucking you? The moans that erupted your whole body as Seungcheol began thrusting made Seokmin almost come untouched. He balled his hands to fists, ignoring the urge to touch himself. You were still looking at him, your hair falling into your face as Seungcheol pulled you up, hand fully wrapped around your neck as he fucked into you hard and quick.Â
âTell them how good I fuck you, baby.â Cheol groaned when you clenched around his length and you whimpered, eyes rolling back for a second.
âY-you fuck me so good, Daddy.â Your voice was shaking with lust and pent up frustration and Seokmin felt himself twitch again, felt how close he was to release without even doing anything. Pathetic.Â
âThatâs right. My little slut wants me to fill her up, isnât that right? Wants her pussy full of cum.â His thrusts got faster as he spoke and you could only nod, eyes back to their original position - looking right at Seokmin. You couldnât really say why you felt the need to look at him, maybe because you wanted to challenge him, make him touch himself. It reminded you of the time Seungkwan had watched you and Wonwoo in the library and how he had needed encouragement to touch himself. Right now you felt like there was more behind Seokminâs actions, though. He knew he could touch himself, after all Vernon was going on himself like a horny teenager, but Seokmin didnât want to. He wanted to prove a point. And you wanted to break him. You let another moan out, your hands moving to shove up your shirt, showing both of them your tits for the very first time, your hands massaging them harshly, thumb and index pinching your nipple. Cheol noticed, groaning as he changed the angle one more time, kneeling down with you on his lap, fucking up into you now.
âPutting on a show, arenât you? Such a little whore, fuck.â Cheol took over your own task, massaging your tits as he fucked into you and you let your fingers spread your pussy, circling your clit as you let your head fall back, hips bouncing off Cheolâs lap now. Your cunt pulsated around him, his cock hitting your sweet spot with every single thrust and you were sure you were about to come.
âD-Daddy, a-am so close, c-can I please come?â
âYou think you deserve to cum?â Cheol let out an evil chuckle, before pushing you off of him, his cock slipping out of your pussy, your orgasm once again denied. You almost fell of the couch, but Cheol caught you, turning you back around to face him. Then he pushed your head down, his cock slipping between your lips easily, a surprised gasp erupting you the same time as his cock slid down your throat.
âTold you already, liars get punished. Thatâs why those two arenât allowed to touch you and you,â he thrusted up, a cough jerking your whole body and drool ran down Seungcheolâs shaft, âyou donât get to come on my cock or my fingers. Now, take Daddyâs cum like the good whore you are.â
He began to fuck your throat to the fullest now, tip being the only thing left in your mouth before he rammed his hips forward, repeating this motion until tears streamed down your face, your pussy throbbing from all the need and neglect, his cock finally pulling out of you - only to have his hot and thick cum land all over your face and neck, his moans of your name only making you needier. Cheol fell back into the cushions, his cock still in his hand.Â
âGood girl, such a good girl. Common, show us how good you can make yourself come, isnât that what you did in your stories, too?â
Your eyes widened, realizing that you did this to yourself. Your head was cloudy, only thing on your mind was to release and so you didnât wait any longer, leaning back on the couch, back hitting the armrest as you spread your legs, letting two fingers slip into you, while the other hand was squeezing your tit, back arching as your hips chased that sweet orgasm you earned for.
âFuck, look at you. Such a good whore, so, so needy.â Cheol lazily stroked his softening cock, enjoying the view of you with his cum all over you, fucking yourself with your fingers.Â
Vernon, meanwhile, had finished into his boxers approximately around the same time as Cheol had shot his load onto your face. Now, he kind of regretted it. Seeing you like this, the way you fucked yourself, the way you whimpered, cried, tears mixing with the cum on your face, both dripping down your chin and onto your chest⊠he just continued jerking his cock, wondering if he could just come again.Â
And then there was Seokmin, still seated the same way as when this had begun, just that there was a very obvious bulge in his pants, hurting from how hard he was. He tried to steady his breathing, but he knew the second you started fucking yourself it was over for him. He was right.Â
Once you reached your high, the orgasm rushed over you with so much force you sobbed loudly, liquid shooting out of you as you rode out your orgasm on your fingers, whimpers and sobs continuing to fill the air. Seokmin moved, just slightly, and his cock came in contact with his pants, just a tiny bit of fraction. He moved and he came untouched, ropes of white filling his briefs as he felt his fingers dig into the armrest of his chair, his cock twitching over and over in his pants, his breath heavy.Â
âGood job, baby, did so well for Daddy.â Cheol was quick to pull you up, wipe away the cum and tears from your cheeks to instead feed them to you, your lips sucking on his digits with exhaustion.Â
âOh fuck-,â Vernonâs eyes rolled back as another orgasm hit him, just a bit of cum shooting out his worn out cock and he fucked up into his fist three times before sinking into his chair, completely spent.
Cheol got you tissues, cleaning you up with care while Vernon had excused himself to the bathroom. Seokmin still hadnât moved.Â
âThis was okay, right?â Cheol whispered to you when you stood up, your clothes all back in place. You nodded, patting his cheek.
âYeah. I like myself some good old voyeurism, Cheol,â you smiled, your tired bones yelling at you to go home.
âDo you still want me to fuck them?â You asked then and Cheol laughed, caressing the back of your head.
âNow, it is them who will want to fuck you, baby.â
Seokmin felt their eyes on him then, felt the way red crept onto his cheeks. He was wearing black, so maybe if he got up it wouldnât be visible that he literally came without touching himself. Slowly, he raised from his chair, and watched how Cheol and your gazes wandered right to where he hoped they wouldnât. While you felt your exhausted pussy clench, Seungcheol smirked cockily.
âNow, wonât you look at that? Our little Seokminnie came untouched. How cute.âÂ
The words hit Seokmin deeper than they probably needed to. Clenching his jaw, Seokmin walked past you and Seungcheol, opening and slamming the door behind him to go to the bathroom and hopefully manage to clean himself up. How convenient he always had another suit hanging in the closet.Â
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It had been five days. Five days that Seokmin had to live with his boss giving him that look. Itâs like Seungcheol knew exactly how to get Seokmin to doubt himself. And perhaps that was true considering they had known each other since college. Seungcheol the big business major who then went abroad and Seokmin who was doing well and still somehow ended up being Seungcheolâs assistant. It wasnât a bad job, more so the opposite. Or at least it had been for the longest time. Now, Seokmin wasnât so sure. Was this still a good job he liked going to when all he could think about was you and how you looked spread open on that couch he had sat on countless of times before? All of that combined with Seungcheolâs knowing grin and the unspoken words that somehow still echoed in Seokminâs mind whenever his superior walked by.Â
Every night since then Seokmin had laid in his bed with his cock fucking his fist, thinking about you. It was dirty and wrong and bad and yet he still did it. Did it every time his back hit his mattress. The images of you were burned into his brain and there was nothing he could do but hope it would be over sooner rather than later.
Work was fine, apart from that. He had a whole lot to do and was able to distract himself by going to meetings, driving across town to check up on the factory, by going to lunch with partners and finally by finishing reports that were actually Seungcheolâs job. Normally this was alright with him, Seokmin didnât mind doing Seungcheolâs work, knowing exactly how busy he was. But today, five days after he had seen you split open by him, Seok felt very differently.Â
âI have this phone meeting now, donât I?â Cheol came to a halt in front of Seokminâs desk, holding a Starbucks coffee in his hand. Seokmin nodded.
âYup.â He didnât look up at his boss, instead continued to eye whatever was on his screen. Cheol snorted.
âYou really gonna be like this, Seok? Common, it happened to all of us before. Coming in our pants, I mean,â the condescending smirk was back on his lips, âyou know, when weâre teens.â While Seungcheol laughed at his own idiotic joke, Seokmin stayed quiet, ignoring him. Eventually the older man left to walk into his office and Seokmin was left alone again.Â
Looking at the bottom right of his screen he saw that Seungcheol entered said phone meeting and sighed in relief, leaning back in his chair. Seungcheol was going to be occupied for the next 45 minutes and that was really all he needed. Just a few minutes without fearing his boss to walk about and make him feel small. God, how badly he wanted to get back at him. But he hadnât dared to call you, too embarrassed about what had happened. His thoughts wandered back to you, to the way you had held steady eye contact while Cheol had fucked you. He wondered why. Why you had done that, why you had chosen to look at him. Taking a deep breath, the assistant shook his head, about to go back to work, when he heard the wooden door opening, his head quickly moving to the side. There wasnât anyone on the agenda for this time, not even for the spot in an hour so who-
You walked in just then, a white babydoll dress on your body, and Seokmin stood up, unsure what to make of your sudden appearance. Your pink painted lips turned into a smile.
âHi.â Seokmin swallowed.
âHello, Miss.â
You two stayed silent for a bit, before Seokmin cleared his throat and sat back down.
âHow may I help you? I fear Mr. Choi is in a meeting right now.â
âI actually came to see you.â
Seokmin froze in his spot, feeling his hands cramp and his brain come up with the craziest scenarios.Â
âWhy?â He only managed to reply, still not looking at you.Â
âWell, I wanted to ask you for coffee. I know Cheol is in a meeting. He told me earlier. And I thought we could⊠talk.âÂ
Talk. Seokmin swallowed down the apple-sized lump in his throat. Talk. Did you really think he could talk to you? After what he had seen? After what you had done to him? He tried to calm himself by taking another breath.
âYou want to talk? About what?â He was proud of himself for having his voice appear collected when he was anything but.Â
You shifted on your feet, your little purse hanging from both of your hands in front of your body.
âUh, I donât know. Just talk. I feel like maybe we got off on the wrong foot and-,â Seokmin stood up again, his chair making a rather unpleasant noise as it slid over the floor. You flinched, eyes widening.
âGot off on the wrong foot?â Seokmin walked around his table and stopped when he reached you. Now, he towered over you, making you feel small.Â
âY/N, I neednât remind you that we were never supposed to get off on any foot. Because of your lifestyle it just so happened my boss thought we should meet.â
You frowned. Your lifestyle?Â
âExcuse me?â Crossing your arms, you stared at Seokmin who stared right back. He tried to ignore the strong urge to look at your cleavage, to remember how they looked all naked and squeezed by your hand.Â
âI donât want to grab coffee with you. Nor do I want to talk to you. About anything.â
âReally? Is that why you came untouched watching me pleasure myself?âÂ
Your back slammed against the wall, the air leaving your lungs as Seokmin had you pinned against the concrete behind you.Â
âSay that again.â His voice was low and his arm on you made your knees weak.Â
Perhaps, if you were honest, you had kind of hoped this would happen. It was stupid, really, stupid and making everything even more complicated, but you had been thinking about him a lot. Even when you had let Mingyu into your bed again two days ago, Seokmin had been right there, Seokmin and the way he had cum without you even doing anything directly to him. Seokmin and his thighs. Seokmin and how he would taste on your tongue. It was haunting you and you just really needed to get him out of your system. You had thought that maybe you could get him to drive you home, asking him to come upstairs. Apparently, though, you didnât even have to think that far.Â
âDid you enjoy it? Watching Seungcheol fuck me? Watching me finger myself?â
Seokmin groaned, his hand moving to your throat, making you moan and, fuck, his ears began ringing. Without giving it any more thought, he pressed his lips onto yours, almost ready to have you reject him, but instead he felt your hands grab onto his collar, your purse falling onto the floor. Immediately, he deepened the kiss, his tongue gliding over your lips and you gladly let him enter. Your lips moved together in perfect sync, his tongue guiding yours and making butterflies erupt in your stomach. He then pushed one of his delicious thighs between your legs, having you gasp into his mouth when you felt him flex against your core. It felt like an instinct, the way you began rutting your cunt against his leg, his low moan filling the heavy air.Â
âYou like getting off on my thigh, baby?â He whispered against your lips and you nodded rapidly, a whimper coming out of your mouth when he pressed himself closer against you, his thigh now moving with your hips. His lips attached to your neck, kissing and sucking on your skin and you let your hands wander off to the back of his neck, nails digging into his skin, leaving small crescent moons right there.Â
The stimulation from his thigh was immense, almost too much, considering how much you had fantasized about them. Your head banged against the wall behind you, teeth sinking into your bottom lip to minimize your sounds. Seokmin continued kissing your neck, hand now moving to squeeze your tit over your dress, noticing right away you went braless.Â
âLook so fucking pretty in that dress, shit.â He kissed you on the mouth again, grabbing your face with the hand that had previously been around your throat. You moaned into his mouth, feeling his thumb press down on your stiff nipple. For a while you just made out like that, just kissing as if your life depended on it and somehow both of you felt like that was the case. Then, when both of you heard Seungcheolâs laugh through the wooden door, Seokmin parted from you, his eyes dark, his lips swollen. Without hesitating, he picked you up from the floor and moved to his desk, his lips back on yours, biting down on your bottom lip and making you cry out. Placing you on his desk, he continued to let his hands roam over your thighs, right hand finally touching your needy core.Â
âAll for me?â He mumbled against your ear and you nodded again, hands on his cheeks, guiding him back to your lips. You felt like you could get drunk on his kisses. Seokmin leaned in harder, while his fingers slipped underneath your panties, touching your soaked folds and moving down to press down on your sensitive clit. You moaned again, your eyelids fluttering as you felt him circle your clit, your hips almost automatically starting to move. Seokmin smirked against your lips before he continued to kiss you, his tongue finding yours right away, nothing seeming more important than kissing you. Only when he felt your hips shake, he decided to pull your panties off your legs, your ass lifting off from the desk for a second, your panties soon on the floor. Seokmin licked his lips before he finally sunk a finger into you, your face showing nothing but pleasure. He grinned confidently.
âIs this what you actually came for, baby?â He asked then and you nodded, sucking his finger right up your needy pussy. Seokmin groans quietly.
âYeah? Naughty girl, arenât you?â His lips found your jaw, moving down to your neck again and you quickly opened the zipper off your dress, having it fall off your shoulders in no time. Seokmin sucked in a breath, eyes glued to your tits.
âTouch me, Seokmin.â Your breathy voice made his cock twitch and he moved quickly, hand now squeezing your tit while the other added another finger, pumping in and out of you at quick speed now. Your eyes rolled back and Seokmin knew you were trying to stay quiet. He chuckled.
âLet it out, baby. Let him know.â And while in theory that sounded extremely hot, you werenât sure how Cheol would take this - you fucking his assistant right outside his door. Still, you let out a louder moan when his fingers hit your sweet spot, the squishy part of you making Seokmin bite into your shoulder.Â
âFuck, youâre so tight, baby.â He pulled his fingers out, sucking them clean, while your hands moved to open his pants, belt first, then zipper and button. You couldnât wait to get your hands on his cock, to have him in your hand and to finally have him pound into you. Finally, when his pants landed on the floor and you saw the prominent outline of his cock behind his gray briefs, the moan escaping you now could have surely been heard by the man behind the wooden door. Seokmin moved quickly, one hand moving to your neck, lips chasing yours as his other hand grabbed his shaft, your legs wrapping around him as he finally sunk into you one inch at a time.Â
âO-Oh, Seokmin!â You cried out and he cried back, forehead resting against yours. Only when he bottomed out, all of him safely pushed inside, did he move his head, his lips now right by your ear.
âIâll fuck you better than he ever could, baby. Make you cum harder than he ever will.â His words make you clench around him, your head dropping back as he began fucking you, the desk making noises that neither of you believed could stay unnoticed. His hands gripped your hips as he continued to fuck into you, your mouth hanging wide open, hands holding onto the edges of the table, his dick so good there were stars around your head.Â
âGod, look at you. Gonna fuck you stupid, baby.â
He picked up his pace, moving forward and raising one arm to move some of his documents to the side, having you lay down flat on the desk, your head hanging over the edge now. You looked absolute angelic and perfect, he couldnât help but twitch. Your cunt kept on clenching around him, almost as if she never wanted to let him go again and, fuck, if anything Seokmin felt just the same. His hands dug deeper into your skin, his grunts having you arch your back and when he pressed two of his fingers against your clit, circling it like he had done before, you couldnât help the cry that escaped you, your legs spasming around him as you felt your orgasm rush over you. Seokmin felt you throb around him, felt the waves of pleasure that erupted you and he moved quicker now, eyes focused on the way your tits bounced with every one of his thrusts. He knew he was close, fucking you through your orgasm and continuing to rub your clit, your pussy spent but still asking for more.
âS-Seokmin, do-donât stop!â You almost screamed, your voice full of need and Seokminâs head felt like it was about to explode.
âYeah, take it like the good whore you are, fuck!â He leaned forward now, hand now behind your head to steady it as he kisses you hungrily, his hips still rutting against yours, getting that second orgasm out of you just as he feels his own approach.
âGonna cum, baby.â He mumbled with your tongue on his lips, your cry finally getting him over the edge, hot white spurs of his pleasure painting your walls as he fucked you and now him as well through your orgasms, the desk hitting the floor repeatedly at this point, the sound obnoxious and so obvious.Â
Obvious and obnoxious to the person behind the wooden door who had recognized your first moan and hadnât been able to concentrate on the meeting ever since. How fucking dare you, he thought, fucking Seokmin right outside his door. Seungcheol had wanted to go out there and drag you in here, finish the job he knew he was the best at. He didnât though. He knew how you felt about your challenge and as much as he hated it - he wanted to respect you. So, now there he sat. His cock hard hearing your noises, knowing exactly what you looked like when you made them, with three old dudes on the phone talking about whatever. He had muted himself at some point when the desk outside began rutting against the floor too loudly. He made a mental note to get these nailed to the floor.Â
Seungcheol also recognized your cry as you came, his cock twitching uncomfortably. He shifted in his seat, clearing his throat and pulling a hand through his hair. Thankfully, about fifteen minutes later, the meeting was cut short because one of the partners had an emergency and so Seungcheol said his goodbyes and left the call, immediately jumping up from his chair to hurry over to the door, opening it swiftly.Â
There you were, seated on the edge of the desk Seungcheol knew Seokmin had just fucked you on. You turned around to look at him, jumping from the desk with an innocent smile on your face. Seokmin had stood in front of you. He had kissed you. Seungcheol had caught you kissing Seokmin. His hand was about to cramp, thatâs how hard he balled it.Â
âY/N.â Cheol said sternly and your eyebrows shot up.Â
âSeungcheol I-,â
âI am taking you home. Seokmin, I need you to cancel all my meetings for the day.â
He didnât give either of you a chance, instead he grabbed you by the wrist and basically dragged you out and to the elevators. The atmosphere was cold and you knew that it was most probably because of what he had heard. You bit your lip, glad you had thought about grabbing your purse after you and Seokmin had parted and he had gotten you some towels from the bathroom.Â
The kiss after⊠it hadnât really been planned. But once he had helped you clean up, his cum dripping down your legs and all⊠his face had been so close and then, suddenly, you were making out again. Not with any intention, you both were worn out, but just because you could.
âCheolieâŠâ You pouted up at him, but Cheol ignored you, instead taking his car key out of his pocket and continuing to drag you along when you reached the garage.Â
He placed you on the passenger seat and then moved to the driverâs seat. The drive was silent. Cheol didnât say a word and you felt like you should probably give him the space he needed right now.Â
When he finally parked at your apartment complex, he also finally looked at you.
âYou kissed him.â He said. You were confused.
âThatâs normally what happens during sex, yes.â
âNo. After. When I came out. You kissed him.âÂ
You blinked at him a few times. Then, you grinned.
âChoi Seungcheol, donât tell me youâre jealous.â
âI am. Extremely. I told you I want you to finish your challenge, I even picked the guys for you, Y/N.â
âThen whatâs the problem?â
âThe problem is you kissed him after. Like you kiss me.â
Your heart clenched inside your chest. Quickly, you undid your seatbelt and instead leaned forward, placing your hand on his cheek.
âCheolieâŠâ You pouted again, but he averted his gaze, his cheeks slightly red. You let your teeth sink into your lip.
âDaddyâŠâ The whisper made Cheol look up. He was still semi-hard.Â
Thatâs how you found yourself with his cock down your throat and him fucking up into your tight heat. As it seemed neither of you could have an adult conversation without a certain situation being in the way.
âGod yeah, no one takes my cock like you, fuck.â His head was leaned back against the headrest, his mouth hanging wide open as he used your throat to get off, to forget.Â
âYou want only my cock, I know you do, want only me to fill you up, want only my cum to breed you, my little whore.â
He mostly spoke to himself, almost like a pep-talk and you gladly let him, your tongue swirling around him as you hollowed out your cheeks.Â
A knock on the window made him still inside your mouth.Â
âOppa?!â The voice was muffled through the glass.Â
Jiwooâs eyes were as wide as could get, but somehow grew even wider when she made eye-contact with her best friend who was currently getting throat fucked by Jiwooâs older brother.Â
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Gahan PWP/Porn WITH Plot Monsterfucking AU
RATING :- E
Snippet :- As he stares transfixed, he feels thin wisps surrounding his limbs. A desperate glance reveals thinner tentacles shackling themselves around his wrists and legs, chaining him to the bed.
Feeling naked as ever, Gaon pouts needily at Yohan as the older man reaches down.
"Look at you baby boy, so pretty, so needy, so desperate." Gaon moans at the praise. He feels heady with desire, wanting Yohan on a primal level.
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I've been trawling the internet for like an hour looking for image references for the bike and leathers I'm pouring Gaon into for the bike crash fic, totally unaffected by gross dudes in cop-styled gear and thirst trap boys in clothes I know you can't ride in (have fun seeing where you're going when that oversized hoodie flies up over your head at 50mph motherfucker) and then all hell broke loose.
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I've never been attracted to a person on a street bike IN MY LIFE. But this is (*pants*) this is PROBLEMATIC this is (*puts face in freezer*) GUYS THERE'S SUSPENDERS UNDER THERE and arrrrrms...
The Gollum-like creature in my hindbrain that tells me when to write smut is climbing the walls screaming about Yohan on a superbike.
(To be clear I will not be doing that but you guys can join me in the confused, horny puddle I've formed under my desk.)
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đđĄđ©đđ§đŁđđ©đđ«đđĄđźâ enhypenâs hyung line has a big, happy family !
welcome to caseyverse đ©· this is just a small master list so you can understand better who i thought they would have as children and where to find the fics that contain small family interactions.
i also thought that maybe i could write some drabbles on this, lmk! đ«¶
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JIA is the only daughter of the lee family and sheâs around 4 years old. sheâs kind but has also a fierce personality, heeseung calls her âtin soldierâ while she calls him âcaptain hamsterâ.
WHERE can you find her? in âhow i met your motherâ this fluff & crack oneshot is based on heeseung telling her his love story with you.
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HANA is the eldest daughter of the park family. she is around eight, sheâs smart and has a very lovely personality.
HAILEY is the youngest and sheâs around four. despite her young age, she has a sharp tongue and a strong character.
WHERE can you find them? they had a small cameo at the end of âstill into youâ (fluff and angst) but hana was nameless and hailey was in the womb.
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JAMES, korean name jihoon, is the first born of the sim family and he is seven. he has a very playful personality and likes to tease his father. but heâs also protective of his sister.
JANE, korean name jiheon, is the second born and sheâs two. we donât know much about her personality, but sheâs very energetic and loves strawberries.
WHERE can you find them? in the sequel of my âshamelessâ omega verse smut ;) | still needs to be written tho
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HANEUL is the twin girl of the park family. she was born around five seconds before her brother and sheâll keep brag about it.
YOHAN is the twin boy. he is shy and quiet, heâd rather be on his own but canât because his sister wonât leave his side.
WHERE can you find them? in the smut oneshot i wrote called âmon amourâ, they have a small scene at the beginning.
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my friend requests
Jonesy x midas (not smut though pookie just. Love confession bc theyre in love)
WDYM MY FRIEND WHO?? YOHAN?? YO also let them cook with Jonesy x Midas
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top 3 tdj fic recs go
top three? babe i have the memory of a goldfish. it's so hard for me to choose and remember. đ
instead, i have a whole list of some off the top of my head.
anything by @clawbehavior aka orangepaperclips on ao3. their most recent complete is gaon's sex tape au, i hope you are lonely. so good.
grace given by @fourth-quartet bc it's my favorite au ever, although not complete. isaac running away with baby yohan? my beloved.
it's not just ghosts we're haunted by by @technitango bc this one will always live in my mind. ghost!isaac who deserves to be included in so many fics.
angels on earth by @stars-after-dark, an angel/demon au. and their wip mulan fic solidarity in a new dawn.
bunny hunt by @godotismissingx bc who doesn't love filthy smut esp when yohan takes what he wants but it's also like, lowkey tender.
@batzmaru65 has some awesome ficlets like a/b/o unexpected.
and then all of these from a previous fic rec i did:
kim gaonâs guide to the care and upkeep of plants
d.a. butler, at your service
darling, let me steal this moment
babe, do it now or never
hair(care)
oh, honey
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