synopsis: what will you do if you’ve given a day to—meet; interact; part ways—dance with your shadow?
genre: different for each member, mainly slice of life, fluff, and angst
based on: music hindia’s “menari dengan bayangan” album (2019)
message from the moon: do remember that this is fiction and all the actions the idols do in these works do not reflect what they are in the real world. this is a non-priority anthology so all stories are standalone, won’t have any schedule for deadlines, and will be written on my availability! also, i’m implementing a system called early warning as a way to tell what warning(s) might show up in the individual work and will be changed accordingly…
not gonna lie, i was trying to cover this up as a way for me to recommend indonesian indie music cause i’m very reserved about my identity (putting only asian and legal) but f it GUE ORANG INDONESIA (read as “i’m indonesian”) and i’m a proud southeast asian. i’m probably the only indonesian active in enhablr (especially a writer) cause other SEAsians i know that are active are the filipinos, but, hey nice to meet you! dan kalo lo org indo jg, hmu!
taglist? right here
album tracklist (english translation of the indonesian title)
track 1: evakuasi (evacuation)
“selamatkan diri, oh evakuasi”
cast: sunoo ✗ fem.reader (mostly a sunoo solo piece but mc will show up through flashbacks)
synopsis: it’s been one year since your death and it is the day sunoo has been preparing for a long time. lights off and the moon hiding behind her blanket, he lit up the candle to start the day, 24 hours to celebrate your life
genre: college/university au, high school au (in flashback), slice of life, fluff (in flashback), and angst
early warning(s): major character death, depressive episodes, mention of cyberbullying, mention of suicide, mention of self-harm
track 3: besok mungkin kita sampai (maybe we’ll arrive tomorrow)
“katakan pada dirimu, ’besok mungkin kita sampai’”
cast: trainee!niki ✗ seatmate!fem.reader
synopsis: graduation is such a melancholic concept, happy to finally be able to escape school, but sad that people will separate to their own road. it is no different for riki. on his graduation day, he spends one last day with his seatmate of three years before he pursues his career across the sea
genre: melancholia, hurt/comfort, coming of age, slice of life, trainee au, high school au, fluff, angst
warning(s): blood, some curse words, mention of bruises, pretty heavy life stuff even for a high school age
track 6: untuk apa / untuk apa? (for what / for what?)
“dan kau selalu bertanya, untuk apa?”
cast: barista!sunghoon ✗ barista!fem.reader
synopsis: every day, sunghoon walked to the cafe he worked part-time. head-heavy and stressed from the workload, he started to get a mental breakdown as you observe from the kitchen
genre: college/university au, cafe au, slice of life, fluff, and angst
early warning(s): college (and life) existentialism
track 8: secukupnya (sufficiently)
“bersedihlah secukupnya”
cast: jake ✗ guitarist!fem.reader
synopsis: jake’s mind can only sustain so much, wandering the city like a lost boy in neverland. that’s when he enters a music store one morning, hearing a wailing guitar at the corner of the store
genre: hurt/comfort, college/university au, college band au, slice of life, fluff, and angst
early warning(s): depressive episodes
track 11: membasuh (devote)
“bisakah kita tetap membasuh”
cast: jay ✗ fem.reader
synopsis: “home is where the heart is.” a quote you always remind yourself of whenever you go home to your country from school. but, you can’t reach home immediately when you choose a layover flight. that’s when you meet jay, an international student who is on his way to school, whose plane is delayed.
genre: college/university au, international student au, slice of life, fluff, and angst, airport setting (is it just me or does anyone also like the feelings you get when you’re going to or at an airport?)
track 12: rumah ke rumah (house to house)
“pindah berkala, rumah ke rumah”
cast: jungwon ✗ fem.reader
synopsis: puppy love is common in people who are jungwon’s age, wanting to have someone that shares that intense feeling of romance. but, jungwon struggled more as he never got approved on a second date by the people that he went on first dates with. today is your first date with him.
genre: high school au, slice of life, fluff, and tiny bit of angst
track 15: evaluasi (evaluation) • part of the deep end collab
“bilas muka, gosok gigi, evaluasi”
cast: heeseung ✗ fem.reader
synopsis: heeseung can finally breathe after finishing the final leg of his first-ever international tour. his manager gives him one day to explore london. that’s when he meets you, a traveller from a room next to his
genre: slice of life, quarter-life crisis, hurt/comfort, slow burn, drama, romance, realistic fiction, musician au, tourist au, fluff, angst, set in the same universe as crossroads
synopsis: what will you do if you’ve given a day to—meet; interact; part ways—dance with your shadow?
genre: different for each member, mainly slice of life, fluff, and angst
based on: music hindia’s “menari dengan bayangan” album (2019)
message from the moon: do remember that this is fiction and all the actions the idols do in these works do not reflect what they are in the real world. this is a non-priority anthology so all stories are standalone, won’t have any schedule for deadlines, and will be written on my availability! also, i’m implementing a system called early warning as a way to tell what warning(s) might show up in the individual work and will be changed accordingly…
not gonna lie, i was trying to cover this up as a way for me to recommend indonesian indie music cause i’m very reserved about my identity (putting only asian and legal) but f it GUE ORANG INDONESIA (read as “i’m indonesian”) and i’m a proud southeast asian. i’m probably the only indonesian active in enhablr (especially a writer) cause other SEAsians i know that are active are the filipinos, but, hey nice to meet you! dan kalo lo org indo jg, hmu!
taglist? right here
album tracklist (english translation of the indonesian title)
track 1: evakuasi (evacuation)
“selamatkan diri, oh evakuasi”
cast: sunoo ✗ fem.reader (mostly a sunoo solo piece but mc will show up through flashbacks)
synopsis: it’s been one year since your death and it is the day sunoo has been preparing for a long time. lights off and the moon hiding behind her blanket, he lit up the candle to start the day, 24 hours to celebrate your life
genre: college/university au, high school au (in flashback), slice of life, fluff (in flashback), and angst
early warning(s): major character death, depressive episodes, mention of cyberbullying, mention of suicide, mention of self-harm
track 3: besok mungkin kita sampai (maybe we’ll arrive tomorrow)
“katakan pada dirimu, ’besok mungkin kita sampai’”
cast: trainee!niki ✗ seatmate!fem.reader
synopsis: graduation is such a melancholic concept, happy to finally be able to escape school, but sad that people will separate to their own road. it is no different for riki. on his graduation day, he spends one last day with his seatmate of three years before he pursues his career across the sea
genre: melancholia, hurt/comfort, coming of age, slice of life, trainee au, high school au, fluff, angst
warning(s): blood, some curse words, mention of bruises, pretty heavy life stuff even for a high school age
track 6: untuk apa / untuk apa? (for what / for what?)
“dan kau selalu bertanya, untuk apa?”
cast: barista!sunghoon ✗ barista!fem.reader
synopsis: every day, sunghoon walked to the cafe he worked part-time. head-heavy and stressed from the workload, he started to get a mental breakdown as you observe from the kitchen
genre: college/university au, cafe au, slice of life, fluff, and angst
early warning(s): college (and life) existentialism
track 8: secukupnya (sufficiently)
“bersedihlah secukupnya”
cast: jake ✗ guitarist!fem.reader
synopsis: jake’s mind can only sustain so much, wandering the city like a lost boy in neverland. that’s when he enters a music store one morning, hearing a wailing guitar at the corner of the store
genre: hurt/comfort, college/university au, college band au, slice of life, fluff, and angst
early warning(s): depressive episodes
track 11: membasuh (devote)
“bisakah kita tetap membasuh”
cast: jay ✗ fem.reader
synopsis: “home is where the heart is.” a quote you always remind yourself of whenever you go home to your country from school. but, you can’t reach home immediately when you choose a layover flight. that’s when you meet jay, an international student who is on his way to school, whose plane is delayed.
genre: college/university au, international student au, slice of life, fluff, and angst, airport setting (is it just me or does anyone also like the feelings you get when you’re going to or at an airport?)
track 12: rumah ke rumah (house to house)
“pindah berkala, rumah ke rumah”
cast: jungwon ✗ fem.reader
synopsis: puppy love is common in people who are jungwon’s age, wanting to have someone that shares that intense feeling of romance. but, jungwon struggled more as he never got approved on a second date by the people that he went on first dates with. today is your first date with him.
genre: high school au, slice of life, fluff, and tiny bit of angst
track 15: evaluasi (evaluation) • part of the deep end collab
“bilas muka, gosok gigi, evaluasi”
cast: heeseung ✗ fem.reader
synopsis: heeseung can finally breathe after finishing the final leg of his first-ever international tour. his manager gives him one day to explore london. that’s when he meets you, a traveller from a room next to his
genre: slice of life, quarter-life crisis, hurt/comfort, slow burn, drama, romance, realistic fiction, musician au, tourist au, fluff, angst, set in the same universe as crossroads
NOTE. a deep & well-loved archive/collection of fics i've enjoyed! all of these are by immensely talented writers, and i absolutely cannot commend them enough. showering these enha authors with infinite adoration & praise rn, hope you enjoy them as much as i did ❤︎ [sorted by word count]
oneshots.
SUNGHOON | the way i loved you | @thatfeelinwhenyou 44k — Years after a quiet, painful breakup, you are assigned to write a profile on South Korea’s most elusive figure skater, Park Sunghoon, who just so happens to be your ex-boyfriend. What was supposed to be a byline quickly spirals into a collision of unresolved feelings, buried emotions that are edging too close to the surface, and the slow thaw between two people who once meant the world to each other. With every step you take back into his orbit, the line between story and truth begins to blur—and the version of him you thought you knew starts to unravel.
[m] JAY | mr. and mrs. smith | @swiftjay23 35k — Your marriage to Jay was already hanging by a thread, cold silences, dead love, secrets thick enough to choke on. But everything shatters the night you discover the truth: you’re assassins on opposite sides, and your entire relationship was engineered to end with one of you dead. When a mission goes sideways and Jay collapses bleeding in your arms, the two of you are forced into a feral, desperate partnership to outrun the kill orders now targeting you both. What follows is pure chaos: rooftop fights, a mini-heist gone wrong, explosions, marriage counseling sessions that definitely weren’t meant for combat couples, and the kind of chemistry that only hits when hatred and love coexist in the same breath. Trust breaks. Trust rebuilds. Guns misfire. Hearts don’t.
[m] HEESEUNG | girlfriend simulator | @heejamas 37k — when heeseung agrees to test jungwon’s new dating sim game, girlfriend simulator, he expects a dumb, half finished game, until he boots it up on his switch, the screen glitches, and he’s dragged straight into the world he just created. the “girlfriend” character, you, isn’t scripted at all; and heeseung has to figure out how to get out while accidentally developing feelings for a girl who inconveniently does not exist in real life.
[m] JAKE | things i know that i can't have | @zreamy 33.6k — jake's life was hard enough before he fell for you—balancing uni, football, and being a good christian son. in some cruel twist of fate, sleeping with you has only made things harder—and, according to sunghoon (and scripture), damned him to hell the first time he thought about it.
[m] JAY | walk the line | @paarksunghoon 33.1k — park jongseong has one regret and he's spent his entire life atoning for the pain he caused you. when you walk into office under the premise of working together, he's only got one shot to make things right before it's too late.
[m] SUNGHOON | rocket science | @heesmiles 33k — You’ve always been the girl everyone knows: sharp-witted, magnetic, the kind of pretty that makes people turn their heads. By day, you’re just another college student with a popular face and a spotless reputation. By night, you’re something far less innocent, an anonymous camgirl, raking in tips from strangers who only know your voice, your body, and the way you make them feel. It was never personal, until it was. When Sunghoon — Heeseung’s nerdy, painfully shy roommate. You’ve barely spoken beyond polite small talk, he’s the kind of guy who still blushes when someone brushes past him. Or at least… you thought so. Until one late night, you hear something you shouldn’t: your own voice spilling from behind Sunghoon’s bedroom door. He doesn’t know you’re still in the apartment. He doesn’t know you can hear him or that you’re about to walk in and catch him in the act. And he definitely doesn’t know the girl on his screen, the camgirl he’s been tipping more than anyone else: is you. So naturally you agree to teach him: it's not like it's rocket science or anything.
[m] HEESEUNG | player rank: platinum | @simpjaes 30k — You’re not sure what’s worse, your sister’s boyfriend or your sister’s boyfriend’s friends. What you thought would be a great deal in living with her throughout college turns into a major game of cat and mouse, where you’re unsure if your moral compass is pointing in the right direction solely because you suspect someone is wearing a giant sex magnet to throw it off.
[m] NI-KI | yes, professor | @kissued 29.5k — an upcoming anatomy final leaves you teetering on the edge of exhaustion, buried under stress and self-doubt. but when professor nishimura offers a steady, guiding hand, the pressure starts to lift — and suddenly, the lines between mentorship and something more begin to blur.
JAKE | strikes out | @enhaflixer 23.5k — Five years ago, Jake Sim walked away to chase his soccer dreams, never knowing he left more than just a broken heart behind. Now, he-s back—unwittingly running a soccer clinic where his five-year-old daughter is signed up. The daughter he doesn't know exists.
SUNGHOON | the red knight | @twocupsofsuga 22k — When a notorious nomad tribe dared to strike your kingdom, your parents responded by assigning you a protector—the kingdom’s most disciplined, unyielding knight. He made it painfully clear that his oath to guard you outweighed your protests, your stubbornness, and your every attempt to slip past him. Yet lately, the man who once felt carved from stone seems to unravel in your presence. And nothing in his contract mentioned losing his composure for you.
[m] JAKE | user error | @gyuuberryy 21.8k — getting partnered with jake, the tall awkward nerd from on of your computer science classes, should've been simple—work on the project, get your grade, move on. except now you're completely obsessed with him and he's totally clueless about it. between tutoring sessions you definitely don't need and "coincidental" dorm hall run-ins, you're pulling out all the stops. too bad jake's more interested in his textbooks than your very obvious flirting. you've never been rejected before, so this should be fine. …right?
[m] SUNGHOON | your eyes only | @m-hypen 21.8k — Enemies to Lovers | Camboy!Sunghoon x Reader
JUNGWON | secrets | @theothernads 21k — After making it to university, you found yourself finding comfort in a cat café worker not too far from your lectures. The cute worker seemed to have a knack for making you fall for his charm. And, how could you not? Your chemistry was perfect- but you never thought that he had secrets and that Jungwon was your secret as well. As much as you two tried to keep everything behind the scenes, things don’t always work out the way they should.
[m] HEESEUNG | waiting room | @heejamas 21k — for three years, you and heeseung have hovered between friendship and something more—stolen glances, late-night car rides, hands brushing under tables. but when the waiting finally ends, you realize you were never just friends to begin with.
JAY | just like heaven | @heejamas 21k — you never planned to fall for your brother’s best friend, jay. but the summer before college, on 1989, something shifts—between mixtapes, quiet drives, and the kind of closeness that sneaks up on you. and after a few cassette tapes and long drives, the love you never planned for starts happening.
[m] SUNGHOON | a con for a heart | @faeyun 19.4k — when an elusive man known as “the curator” hires you under his organization of con artists, you know it’s for more than just your skill set. you accept his offer with motives on your own—find out just what his name is and expose it to his enemies to put yourself on top of the chain. but, as the two of you play a game of cat and mouse, you realize that that’s much easier said than done.
[m] HEESEUNG | one hundred and one | @heesdreamer 19k — returning back home from a failed year at college, you’re reunited with your little brothers best friend who always had a crush on you. this definitely hasn’t changed, but he sure has.
[m] SUNGHOON | honey on ice | @liuhsng 18.4k — you were supposed to save his daughter from loneliness—not him. park sunghoon has it all: medals, money, and a schedule too packed for bedtime stories. when his little girl starts closing off, he hires you—a broke college student with a bright laugh and quiet charm—as her nanny. you’re warm, young, and everything his cold, controlled world isn’t. or where saving him was never in the job description—but you did it anyway.
[m] JAKE | scene one | @rikiliu 17.8k — Working solo in adult content was easy — no crew, no co-stars, no one watching while you filmed. But after signing with the biggest studio in the industry, everything changes. New rules. New cameras. New people. Including Jake — your first scene partner — who just happened to catch every second of your audition tape… and hasn’t stopped looking since.
[m] SUNGHOON | bite me | @babyjinsu 17k — a young wife discovers her husband's secret—a bloodied creature chained beneath floorboards. drawn by pity and curiousity, she visits him in secret when her husband falls asleep. but mercy has its price, and hunger always finds a way to bite back—the neck that feeds.
[m] JAKE | the pushover | @jaysbaefie 16.5k — in which jake sim finally stops letting you run the show—only to prove he’s always known how to handle you.
JAKE | love, lies, and sim jake | @shy9-29 16.4k — You were the quiet girl with the not-so-quiet crush on Jake Sim—campus heartbreaker, smooth talker, and everything you should’ve stayed away from. But when a bet turns your name into a game, the rules change fast. He didn’t expect to fall for you… and you didn’t expect to find out. Now it’s your move—and this time, you’re not playing nice.
[m] JAKE | cunnilinguist | @simpjaes 16.1k — Unfortunately for you, no man has ever given you some good head. Fortunately for you, your best friend is more annoyed by it than you are. It’s just a favor, right? or the one where your best friend jake eats you out as a way to admit his own feelings for you, also, apparently sunghoon existing is an issue.
JAY | sugar in the soil | @liuhsng 16k — your fascination with flowers was a quiet love you turned into your future. majoring in biology at decelis university, you often found yourself needing rare blooms, fresh clippings, or just the scent of something calming after long hours in the lab. that’s why the little flower shop down the street became your second home. the staff knew your name. mrs. park always had tea ready. until one afternoon, the usual calm was replaced with someone entirely unexpected—park jongseong, of all people. golden boy. heir to a business empire. the last person you'd expect to be arranging sunflowers behind the counter like he belonged there. or, where your love for flowers leads you to someone who’s far more than just his reputation.
[m] HEESEUNG | rage quit | @guliexe 15.9k — gamer!au, you started as friends who played games at night—now he’s the one making you moan into his pillow.
[m] JAY | losing the war | @babeyun 15k — regency!au, even when the world seems bleak, he can't help but try and prove that love still exists. the love you yearn for exists, because he is full of it - and so are you.
[m] HEESEUNG | beautiful strangers | @si3rren 15k — The world ended in shades of purple. An aurora called the Violet Hour swallowed the sky and never left. In its ruins, you and Lee Heeseung begin as strangers—until survival turns into something softer, and holding each other becomes the last beautiful thing left.
JAY | notoriously yours | @jakesimfromstatefarm 14.7k — jay park is a rich kid. it’s safe to say he has everything every broke college student on his campus could dream of and more. but the one thing he doesn’t have, which money definitely can’t buy, is a girlfriend. and his friends won’t see of it. literally. so what happens when his friends bet him to date someone for more than three months? what happens when jay decides that fake-dating someone would be easier than actual dating (because god forbid Jay–the campus’ notoriously known fuckboy–decides to commit to something once in his life)? and what happens when that someone is you, his childhood best friend he hasn’t spoken to in years..who has absolutely no interest in being in his life anymore?
SUNGHOON | ancient dreams | @stllmnstr 14.3k — vampire hunter reader x vampire sunghoon, enemies to lovers, angst, fantasy/sci-fi
[m] HEESEUNG | adonis | @velvetdolor 14k — You’re a prolific photographer, renowned for your unconventional devotion to your craft. Enter Lee Heeseung—top model, golden boy, and muse extraordinaire. When you discover a leaked tabloid photo of him in bondage, you arrange a meeting and make your offer: become your muse, and in return, you’ll pave the way for his redemption after a career-shattering scandal. The unexpected follows—an intense entanglement and obsession to photograph your muse who serves every whim of yours, offering his unrelenting submission. Yet beneath Heeseung’s charismatic persona and dangerously alluring beauty lurks an unsettling darkness: a possessiveness with a taste for murder and destruction.
[m] HEESEUNG | reflexion | @lassiie 14k — The three of you always had a strange relationship. Heesu, the wallflower twin, loves you in secret when you are in Heeseung's palm, stuck in a one-sided love. But when his twin dies and Heeseung grows closer, his smile, his words, and even his touch starts to feel like someone else's—like the dead twin is slipping through him... or worse.
[m] HEESEUNG | like an angel | @bambidollies 13.8k — In which Heeseung is obsessed with his sweet, innocent, shy sister’s best friend, and not in a healthy way.
JAKE | auld lang syne | @heethera 13k — you ask jake to teach you how to flirt so jay will notice you. he says yes...despite having a 10 year crush on you.
NI-KI | everybody loves jungwon | @heethera 13k — ni-ki likes his best friend. but sunoo thinks he likes self-sabotaging himself more.
[m] JUNGWON | sweet talk | @enhaflixer 12k — You’re used to observing Yang Jungwon from a distance. Campus golden boy, dance department star, the kind of person you warn your podcast listeners about—the ones that are too charming, too smooth, too easy to love. But then he starts looking back. Smiling at you across coffee shops. Sitting next to you in lectures. Texting you late at night. Before you know it, you’re in a relationship that feels too good to be true. And that’s because it is. He was supposed to make you fall for him. And he did. The problem? He fell too. (But love doesn’t erase betrayal, does it?)
[m] JAKE | deal with it | @m-hypen 12k — Your best friend, Jake, gets frustrated by your cockblocking and has you make up for it.
[m] NI-KI | every inch | @liuhsng 10.4k — ni-ki isn’t the type to dwell on annoyances. he fixes the problem, gets the job done, and moves on. but when you ask him to come over to help with a project you can barely finish—your deadline bleeding closer by the hour—while talking his ear off about your mutual friends, something ugly and possessive finally claws its way to the surface. maybe it isn’t annoyance at all. maybe it’s the last push he needs to stop holding back.
[m] SUNGHOON | love is cannibalism | @mssishipi 10k — “To love,” they said, “is to consume.”
[m] SUNGHOON | save a horse, ride a cowboy | @hoonkitti 10k — what's better than riding a big horse? ride the owner, and his bigger horse!
[m] NI-KI | fallen angel | @guliexe 9.1k — you were his softest secret in a world full of violence. and even bleeding out, he still only wanted to hold you.
[m] JAKE | shoreline | @guliexe 8.8k — surfer!au, you've loved jake for years, but he's never looked at you the way you wish he would. one summer night, he finally does, and everything changes.
JAY | the prince of polo | @khioneee 8.5k — after a fall in the field, his polo career is at risk. you're the sports therapist assigned to his recovery.
[m] JUNGWON | needy | @jaysbaefie 8.4k — in which jungwon gets too drunk, too honest, and far too handsy, and somewhere between the pulled-over car and the way he begs for you, everything you thought you knew starts to snap.
SUNGHOON | right next door! | @gyuuberryy 8.1k — you and park sunghoon have been tangled in hogwarts' most explosive rivalry since fifth year—all duels in corridors and sabotaged potions and lingering stares across the great hall. now in your last year, you're forced to share prefect duties, and between his infuriating teasing and surprisingly caring moments, you can't decide if you want to hex him or kiss him. but when old wounds resurface and the line between rivalry and something else blurs, you'll have to confront why his attention still makes your pulse race—and whether some bridges are better left burned.
[m] JUNGWON | intact | @dollhoonki 7.8k — yours and jungwon's union is pre-destined, foretold by the founding fathers of your commune. despite your initial hesitations towards him, you learn to love him, as he embraces you - in more ways than one. with your wedding approaching soon and the departure of your best friend, your mind is a mess. with one decision you make costing you that destiny, it's up to jungwon to do whatever it takes to keep it intact - even if that means revealing skeletons buried deep inside of your mind.
[m] JAKE | dancing with our hands tied | @ikeukiss 7.7k — What began as a simple friends-with-benefits situation with your brother's best friend has turned into something deeper, and you now find that your emotions are more complicated than you initially thought.
[m] JAY + SUNGHOON | friends to worry about | @intromortal 7.3k — heeseung hasn't been the best boyfriend, and the further apart you two grow, the closer you get to his best friends. all you need is for him to slip up one last time to finally make your fantasies come true.
[m] HEESEUNG | dirty little secret | @sincerelyneo 7k — Hooking up with the hot soccer player who doesn’t believe in labels (and just so happens to be your brother’s best friend) obviously had to stay a secret. His rules, not yours. And it’s easy…until Heeseung starts acting like any other guy who so much as looks at you is a problem. Because apparently, he doesn’t do labels. But he does do jealousy.
[m] SUNOO | the best friend syndrome | @si3rren 7k — you always thought sunoo was off-limits—sweet, soft, possibly into guys. you undressed in front of him, slept beside him, teased him without shame. but the moment jealousy breaks him, you realize he’s not safe. he’s obsessed. and he’s been waiting to take you for years.
[m] JAKE | the giver | @sincerelyneo 6.5k — Something doesn’t sit right when Jake hears his childhood best friend’s back in town. It’s worse when he finds out your city-boy boyfriend dumped you. But what really sends him over the edge is learning that the asshole never got you off once during your entire relationship. And as a self-proclaimed giver… Jake’s pretty damn set on fixing that himself.
[m] JAY | backseat | @jaysbaefie 6.2k — in which your older brothers best friend finally stops teasing you and shows you just how much he wants you.
[m] JUNGWON + JAKE | final girl | @xoseong 5.7k — When you agreed to cleaning up the aftermath Halloween night left on Moonstruck Theater, you expected a calm shift with little distractions. But that all changes when a mysterious car pulls into the parking lot, and suddenly you don’t feel so calm anymore.
[m] JUNGWON | the one he waited for | @cbeargyu 5.3k — when you’re finally forced to confront the simmering attraction between you and jungwon, your brother’s best friend, the result is unexpected. one late-night encounter, charged with tension, ends up crossing a line neither of you thought you’d dare. what started as a playful game turns into something deeper and more intense, and now there’s no going back.
JAKE | way back home | @sjyuns 5.1k — breaking news! the friendly neighbourhood superhero spider-man has been caught trying to swing into a girl’s heart — but why is he failing miserably?! is this the spider-man we all know and love? or has our hero lost his spark? or in which sim jaeyun asks you, his best friend out, forgetting that he was still in his spider-man suit.
[m] JAKE | no doubt | @vampelic 5k — jake having an awful reputation with being head over heels.
JUNGWON | breakaway | @wispyn 5k — you’re a sweetheart, which makes you the most popular girl in school. and that has perks, being with the most popular guy in school. what was once a beautiful relationship, suddenly turned toxic and abusive. as a final senior project, you’re partnered up with the one and only—yang jungwon. the nerdiest yet sweetest boy. and the more you hang out with him, the more your heart suddenly heals.
[m] HEESEUNG | the color violet | @velvetdolor 4k — You’ve always liked that Heeseung is cool and calculated—easy, uncomplicated. He’s the ex you can still run to, the Casanova who somehow never held a grudge after you left him the moment things got too serious, too close for comfort. But on an unsuspecting night, you slip back into his life with your usual storm of chaos—crocodile tears, mascara running—and something in his composure finally cracks. In the violet haze of the party, two avoidant storms collide, and the night confesses everything left unsaid.
JUNGWON | hesitation | pt. 2 | @stllmnstr 3.7k — university au, reader is three years older than jungwon
SUNGHOON | drabble | @babyjinsu 3.4k — 90s couple and their toxic arguments
HEESEUNG | fiend | @sa1co 2.8k — Heeseung may be addicted to the drugs, but you're addicted to him in a way that'll probably kill you too.
SUNGHOON | pink white lilies | @hoonkitti 2.5k — you were born into silk and scandal. sunghoon wasn't born to be noticed at all.
[m] JAKE | leave me wanting | @elikajinnie ??k — The tension with Jake has been building for months. You try to ignore it, to play it safe. But when another ruined date ends in a heated confrontation, the truth slips out and so do his hands. One kiss, and suddenly, pretending you don’t want him isn’t an option anymore.
[m] JUNGWON | a crown between us | @wonsiwon ??k — in the halls of the palace, where secrets are dressed in silk and love is the greatest betrayal, a maid finds herself caught in a dangerous entanglement with the crown prince, jungwon. though bound by duty and royalty, their stolen glances and whispered promises bloom into something neither can escape. but when the queen announces his arranged marriage, everything shatters.
[m] HYUNG LINE | drabble | @drunkhazed-archive
[m] JUNGWON | heartbeat | @s4ilorrr — You only signed up for biology because you thought it’d be an easy A. You didn’t expect Jungwon, your too perfect for his own good lab partner, to turn a simple heart rate experiment into something you’ll be thinking about long after the monitor stops beeping.
[m] JAKE | puppy princess | @bambiihee — jake agrees to watch heeseung's puppy hybrid while he's away.
JAKE | drabble | @xoami — In which, Jake is down bad for his older classmate, and it becomes almost too much.
JUNGWON | safe and sound | @thatfeelinwhenyou — Navigating one year post-apocalypse, when the dead began to walk and the living proved to be no better, you decide that trust is a luxury you can no longer afford. But after a run-in with a group of seven peculiar survivors, you learn that there are bigger problems than just the undead roaming the streets. You also start to wonder if there’s more to survival than simply staying alive.
JAKE | the law of unintended consequences | @chogiwow — astrophysicist!jake x assistant!reader; posits that actions often have unforeseen and unanticipated effects, which may be positive, negative, or neutral, that are not part of the actor's original intent.
[m] SUNGHOON | my baby is a bird | @paarksunghoon — Is three years enough time to heal and move on? Just when you think you’ve got your life figured out, Sunghoon comes barging in and disrupting the peace you’ve built for yourself in the name of fixing his mistakes. It stirs up old feelings and dangerous habits, but Sunghoon is determined to show you that you’re the only one for him, and he’ll do whatever it takes to make you love him again.
[m] JAKE | tell me lies | @baekguwu — Keeping Jake Sim off-limits should’ve been easy. He was your twin’s best friend, the one line you swore you’d never cross. But one reckless night was all it took to ruin that promise, and now you’re trapped in a secret you don’t want to quit. Worse? Your big and one of your closest friends has been obsessed with Jake for years, and as far as everyone else knows, she’s the only one who’s ever had a real shot with him. So you lie to everyone, over and over, and find that the deeper you sink, the easier it feels because maybe the truth is uglier than you’ll ever admit.
[m] JAKE | nicest guy | @heejamas — SMAU; you decide to go to your first college party after two years, and after having to take care of two different drunk men, your college life changes drastically.
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+ shamelessly, a lil smth smth I wrote... just in case you have more time to kill o.o
SUNGHOON | as far and close as here | 21.3k — you meet sunghoon at twelve, fall in love with him at thirteen, and get your heart broken at eighteen. a collection of summer vignettes, some growing up with him as your lover and some without. you never expected that years later, you would be forced to look him in the eye as he recounts what his life has been like without you. [in otherwords] a story about piecing together what it means to love someone who left, and learning that fate has a funny way of bringing people back together again.
✦ Inspired by some of my favorite romantic movies (each fic is based on a different film I picked)
✦ All stories are part of the Better Than the Movies series ✩ (title inspired by the book I love so much + thought would fit perfectly for this project!)
✦ Will be updated on Thursday every week (starting in November)
✦ Masterlist
✦ Author Note: This series is something I’ve been planning for a while, mixing my love for rom-com movies with writing (I'm literally so corny goodbye-). I thought it’d be really fun to reimagine those classic film vibes with Enhypen, and since Better Than the Movies is one of my comfort books, the title just felt meant to be. Hope you enjoy this little passion project!
—𝓛ᴇᴇ 𝓗ᴇᴇꜱᴇᴜɴɢ: 10 тнιηgѕ ι нαтє αвσυт уσυ
Heeseung is your academic rival, the boy who drives you insane, until a bet spirals into secret study dates and tension you can’t shake.
Genre: rivals to lovers, academic AU, fluff + smut
Pairing: enemy!academic rival!Heeseung x academic rival!reader.
Release Date: Thursday, 6th November
Inspired by: 10 Things I Hate About You
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—𝓟ᴀʀᴋ 𝓙ᴏɴɢꜱᴇᴏɴɢ: мя. αη∂ мяѕ. ѕмιтн
Jay is your husband. He’s also your target. Neither of you knew you were both assassins until the night he had a gun pressed to your head.
Genre: action, enemies to lovers, married couple AU, smut
Pairing: assassin spy husband!Jay x assassin spy wife!reader
Release Date: Thursday, 13th November
Inspired by: Mr. & Mrs. Smith
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—𝓢ɪᴍ 𝓙ᴀᴇʏᴜɴ: ¢яαzу, ѕтυρι∂, ℓσνє
Jake is the city’s ultimate playboy; he's fucked more people in a week than you have fingers, until he takes you under his wing to help you get over your ex. The problem? You might be falling for your wingman.
Genre: romcom AU, friends with benefits, smut
Pairing: Playboy!Jake x fratgirl!reader
Release Date: Thursday, November 20th
Inspired by: Crazy, Stupid, Love
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—𝓟ᴀʀᴋ 𝓢ᴜɴɢʜᴏᴏɴ: нσω тσ ℓσѕє α gυу ιη 10 ∂αуѕ
When Sunghoon finds out you’re writing an article about how to drive a man away, he makes a bet that he can make you fall for him first. Neither of you expects who will win.
Genre: enemies to lovers, fake dating, comedy + smut, social experiment
Pairing: football captain!Sunghoon x school editor!reader
Release Date: Thursday, November 27th
Inspired by: How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days
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—𝓚ɪᴍ 𝓢ᴜɴᴏᴏ: ℓα ℓα ℓαη∂
You and Sunoo met chasing the same dream in the city. Love bloomed under neon lights, but in a world where ambition burns bright, will love be enough to outlast?
Genre: bittersweet romance, angst + fluff + smut, second chances
Pairing: rising singer!Sunoo x aspiring actress!reader
Release Date: Thursday, 4th December
Inspired by: La La Land
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—𝓨ᴀɴɢ 𝓙ᴜɴɢᴡᴏɴ: ƒяιєη∂ѕ ωιтн вєηєƒιтѕ
You swore it was just physical. No feelings, no strings. But Jungwon’s late-night texts and morning kisses start to feel dangerously real. Tangled in him, your slow, shallow breaths mixing together don't really seem any emotions attached, now, do they?
Genre: friends to lovers, smut, soft angst
Pairing: fwb! Jungwon x fwb! reader
Release Date: Thursday, 11th December
Inspired by: Friends With Benefits
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—𝓝ɪꜱʜɪᴍᴜʀᴀ 𝓡ɪᴋɪ: тнє ησтєвσσк
Every summer, you and Ni-ki burned with young love, until reality tore you apart. Years later, he’s back, and he still remembers every word you wrote in the letters you thought he never read.
Genre: angst, romance, smut, second chance and forbidden love
Pairing: countryboy!Niki x citygirl!reader
Release Date: Thursday, 18th December
Inspired by: The Notebook
-> Read: Here!
Directed by: @swiftjay23
Produced by: late nights and bad decisions
Starring: Enhypen
“in which you hate sunghoon and he hates you but you both fuck at every given chance. weird huh? well it just works... until it doesn’t anymore.”
ewb/jock!sunghoon x you
genre/warning; mdni. enemies with benefits to lovers??? college au but theyre on break lol. mentions of alcohol. slowburn. smut (not in this chapter). other members + txt as friends. roommate!jake. 2.7kwords. ✨sunghoon is an absolute dick✨
“oh my god- did you fall and hurt your head? are you sick?” you overexaggerate every single word, even going as far as faking a surprised expression at the appearance of your roommate at the kitchen entrance, “cause there is no way THE jake sim is awake at 6am? on a saturday?!”
“ha ha very funny,” he plops into the stool in front of you, a strong waft of alcohol immediately surrounding the area, “don’t make me throw up in your bed.”
“you did that last weekend already! it still smells!”
the man smirks and reaches for your glass of orange juice, downing it all. jake truly looked like a wreck, having drank an ocean’s worth of alcohol just last night. your poor soul had to drag the man all the way home, something you’ve done almost every weekend since becoming his best friend.
that was almost two years ago.
“i’m picking sunghoon up from the airport today remember? he’s landing in about an hour.”
“that’s today? jake sim you cannot drive when you can barely open your eyes,” you watch as he also reaches for the toast in your hand, chugging most down as if you weren’t in the middle of eating it, “and you reek of alcohol. you’re gonna get arrested before you even leave the building.”
“the others are probably dead somewhere, jay’s busy and heeseung hyung is away on vacation so i don’t have a choice.”
“you cannot be next in line in terms of responsibility,” you say and he throws the toast at your head, “i’ll pick him up.”
and you really end up doing so, driving jake’s baby (his car) to the airport, promising to not damage it in any way. you weren’t a bad driver... but you weren’t that great either, so used to being jake’s passenger princess.
once making it to the airport in one piece, you rush inside, eyes scanning the arrival gate for the man you were here for. you’ve only seen him in photos so you had a rough idea but going by jake’s description, all you needed to look for was the hottest guy in the airport.
it’s funny actually, how much you’ve heard about this so called park sunghoon, some big shot jock that was accepted into a prestigious school abroad before he even finished high school. the man was every parent’s dream child and ironically enough, every parent’s living nightmare at the same time.
apart from all the spectacular achievements, sunghoon was also famous for one other thing. a fuck boy. that’s what you heard and you live in a whole different country!
“i can’t see him anywhere sim. has he arrived yet?”
“were you late?”
“well a little but there was a lot of traffic and i had to look for parking.”
“and you drive slower than my grandma but that’s besides the point. look, sunghoon does not take tardiness lightly,” jake’s laughter fills the phone line while all you could do was sigh, “so go back to the car. honestly, he’s probably waiting there.”
and true to jake’s predictions, sunghoon really was waiting in the car park. the man was much taller than jake, his hair dark, like his eyes that are currently staring daggers into your face. for being late.
“hi! sunghoon right?” you try your best to give a good impression but judging from his furrowed brows, you know you’re doing badly. “i’m so sorry the traffic was so bad-”
“keys.”
oh.
“oh- yeah sure,” was all you could mutter as you hand over the car keys and watch him get in himself. it’s only when he starts the car that you quickly jump in too, figuring he might actually leave you there if you don’t.
the trip home is dead quiet, and although you don’t mind it, the obvious weird tension inside the car made you so uneasy. the last thing you wanted was to create an enemy with the guys’ best friend but... it really seemed like it was heading in that direction.
he pulls up to heeseung’s apartment building not long after (where he’ll be staying) and stops out front where he then gets out. without a single word, he simply heads inside as if he didn’t just leave you sitting there, in the passenger seat, with the car running.
what the hell?
now you were truly annoyed. the man obviously forgot to pack his decency with him because who acts this way right off the bat? was this his first time on earth?
you knew exactly what your goal was for the next two months during his visit. to stay away, until he goes back to his prestigious school overseas and out of your life entirely.
but of course having the same group of friends made your plans a little harder to achieve. impossible more like it.
“you have to come tonight! we’re going out to celebrate for sunghoon.”
“you guys go sim, i don’t want to intrude with your reunion. i don’t even know him.”
lies. you just didn’t want to see sunghoon again, not after what happened earlier in the day.
“girl that’s non sense!” jake puts you in a chokehold, almost cutting off your airway in the process, “you’re my bestie and so is he, that makes you both besties by default. you have to be there babe.”
and there you were, standing in front of the mirror, dressed in one of your shortest black dresses. it wasn’t one you initially chose but thanks to beomgyu, you changed into this one. by force of course.
“holy shit,” beomgyu gawks at your outfit once you exit your room, his mouth hung wide, “i really have a knack for fashion.”
“yeah thanks, now the whole world can see my ass.”
your words makes the cute man laugh, his arm naturally wrapping around your shoulder to bring you close. it’s then that you spot yeonjun staggering towards you, the tall man almost taking you down when he leans in to hug you.
“my pretty!” yeonjun stutters his words, burping at the end of it, “i was looking for you!”
“choi yeonjun it is barely 10pm, we’re not even at the club yet,” you brush the hairs out of his face while trying to keep you both up, “and you’re already drunk!”
“not drunk. just... just... not not drunk.”
“heyyyy don’t hog my girl!”
“oh here’s the other light weight,” you mumble just as kai stumbles towards you, almost taking both you and yeonjun down at once. something you’re very used to by now. “who even let them drink this much already!”
“trust me, it was barely a shot each,” your saviour’s voice echoes from behind the rest before he helps detach the two drunks off of you. like he usually does. park jongseong, your ultimate saviour since day one.
“i love you park jongseong.”
beomgyu then pulls you away to the kitchen where you immediately go tense, seeing the one face you were dreading to see tonight. park sunghoon. the guest of honour.
he barely acknowledges your presence, even when you say a quick hello his way. a part of you was hoping his grumpiness was a result of a long flight but looking at his face now, you knew you were wrong.
he just hated you.
for no reason at all apparently??
“look at you,” jake’s voice breaks you out of your thoughts, “you clean up pretty good.”
“why thank you, you look the same all the time sim,” you cock a brow teasingly, “like shit.”
“you little shit!”
as jake puts you in a headlock, you notice sunghoon rolling his eyes and downing a shot in the background. the audacity.
you end up doing a couple of shots yourself, while trying to ignore sunghoon’s entire existence. but lets be real, how could you ignore when he looks like that.
a white singlet, some black denims and a god damn leather jacket. it was one of your weaknesses. it’s so casual and normal yet so unbelievably hot on him.
you’d be lying if you said you didn’t see the hype about him but being hot didn’t cancel out the shitty behaviour.
“alright letsgooooo!”
an uber ride later and you’re all inside the night club, sweating and downing more shots thanks to yeonjun’s dad’s precious black card. a god send since the start of college for a bunch of broke new-adults.
you all end up venturing off not long after. some to get ass, some to get drunk and some to get lost on the dance floor. the latter was what you and jay were currently doing. but while doing your usual routine of swinging jay’s poor arm around and jumping up and down, you spot something in the distance. it’s sunghoon and he’s staring directly at you even with all these people in between.
the man is at the crowded bar with two girls but he’s watching you. it immediately has you feeling a particular way, knowing you had his attention even with beautiful girls beside him.
you hold each other’s gazes for much longer than what’s normal but no one backs down despite the obvious unexplainable tension brewing from it. you try but can’t seem to decipher the man’s dark eyes, unable to distinguish whether they’re just filled with pure hatred or entirely something else.
“what are you looking at?” jay pulls you closer, “someone you like?”
“no- i just love this song!”
he gives you a questioning look but you leave for the bathroom before smart boy jay could dig any further. because he really would if he wanted to. you love him but he’s too smart for his own good.
the trip to the bathroom was as chaotic as always, with people standing just about everywhere and anywhere. but you were too deep in thought to care, your mind clouded by sunghoon and those eyes of his from across the club.
why was he watching you so intently anyway?
of course you being you, don’t pay much attention when you exit the bathroom and walk right into the very man you had been thinking of.
“sorry i-”
the man scoffs and walks around you, further adding to your annoyance and growing confusion about him as a whole. it’s funny, that he hadn’t said a single word to you since you met him but all of this staring and glaring did enough of the talking.
the rest of your night is spent looking after jake who was yet again, completely smashed. why he does this to himself, you don’t know but you’ll be giving him an earful tomorrow.
“ugh you’re so heavy jake sim-” you smack your best friend, the man passed out on his bed while you’re huffing and puffing, almost passing out yourself beside him.
it was a mission of its own for you to drag him up to the apartment but you’re thankful sunghoon was there to help. he was the only sober person left anyway, besides jay of course but he had his own hands full with the others.
although tipsy yourself, you don’t miss the way sunghoon rolls his eyes at you before turning to leave the bedroom. the move immediately does something to you, like a switch going off in your head.
straight to anger.
“what the hell was that?” you were speaking faster than your brain could process, your hand already grabbing his arm to stop him from leaving.
he doesn’t say anything but slightly turns his head, eyes on where you’re holding him. you know that look, that mocking, degrading glare he gave you at the airport.
and god did it make your blood boil to a whole new level.
“what is your problem?” you go around to stand in front, glaring up at him, “you’ve been such a dick while i’ve been nothing but nice to you!”
perhaps it’s the alcohol that you’re suddenly braver than usual, shouting and standing your ground. you’re not a pushover, you just never cared enough to ever confront anyone but park sunghoon was truly something else. someone like you’ve never met before.
“no one said you had to be nice to me,” the ends of his lips curve into a smirk, the man now taking taunting steps towards you, “and i’m not obligated to be nice to you. especially with the way you act around the guys.”
“what-” your voice falters as your back suddenly meets with the wall with a thud, “what do you mean by that? how do i act around them?”
“like a litte, desperate slut.”
silence overtakes the dimly lit room as your mouth goes dry. you didn’t expect to be best buds with the man right off the bat, but this was the last thing you thought would happen. for him to degrade you so blatantly and to your face.
“you cling onto them, prancing around a group of guys in your short skirts like a pick me. aren’t you embarrassed?”
slap.
tears form in your eyes, your emotions on overdrive, but the man stayed as he was. smirking, as if getting slapped by you was so amusing.
“look at you, acting.”
your hand naturally goes for another slap, but he catches you this time, his fingers gripping your wrist, so hard that your skin immediately turns red. he watches you struggle out of his grasp, which only tightens the more you moved.
“let go!”
instead of doing as asked, sunghoon steps even closer, your body now completely trapped in by his and the wall.
“enough,” his tone is now much lower than before, slightly startling you with the sudden change, “my parents don’t even hit me.”
“well someone needs to.”
“oh?”
“someone needs to knock some sense into you-”
your words are immediately forgotten when he suddenly pushes forward again, his hand now resting just above your head. the man is so close that you could feel his heavy breaths against your cheek, so close that you could feel the thump of his heartbeats against your body. you can’t even look up at him anymore but you know he’s watching you, eyes literally burning holes through your face.
and when you do look up, it’s instant regret. one small movement and you’ll end up kissing him... and for some fucked up reason, you were really tempted to. maybe you really were drunk or maybe it’s because of how good those lips looked this close up...
you feel sick and not in a throwing up type of way but because you want him. the man who made your entire night hell, the man who just called you a desperate slut.
it’s not even your fault, especially not when said man looked as good as he did. there was something about him, seeing him this close up, something in his gaze that has your head spinning. the way he’s so focused on you, his dark eyes going from your eyes to your lips so shamelessly. like he wants you to know.
it’s weird, to say the very least, to go from silently fighting all night to this unexplainable hot stare down all in two seconds.
but then he does something you weren’t expecting him to do. leave. the man just leaves you there, leaving the room without another word.
what the hell?
confused, tired, tipsy and now worked up, you plop down on the small couch in jake’s room and fall asleep, hoping to forget tonight’s events.
... and park sunghoon’s god damn lips.
end.
author’s note: okay the first chapter was a bit slow but i swear its gonna pick up lmao smut coming soon 😏
What happens when Sunghoon is forced to realize that every action has its equal and violent consequence? He truly must have committed unspeakable crimes in his past life to deserve a retribution as calculated as you—a woman who transformed from his broken toy into the very wrath sent to ruin him.
nsfw warnings ── toxic power dynamics, gaslighting, extreme psychological manipulation, infidelity, obsessive behavior, public humiliation, familial betrayal, dubious consent (emotional coercion), graphic sexual encounters, excessive profanity, narcissistic abuse, and alcohol consumption. if i missed any it’s to avoid spoilers.
prequel
word count ── 7.9k
Sunghoon is currently leaned back against the headboard of his bed, shirtless and watching the window through the expensive curtains of his apartment. A month had passed since that night and somehow the air of ruin that had destroyed everyone else's lives had only served to build him a throne. He was the only one who had walked out of that house with his crown intact.
Jay and Jake were in something of a social exile, their messy, years long deception finally curdling their reputations but who really cares about people being gay these days? But Sunghoon was a victim, he was the noble boyfriend who had been betrayed by his girlfriend and his best friend. The narrative was perfect and the rewards were even better. His gaze shifted to the door of the ensuite bathroom, you were in there probably fixing your makeup, moving with that quiet, tentative tread you'd adopted lately. For four weeks you’d become a shell of yourself, so consumed by the guilt of your mistake with Jay that you had become a servant to Sunghoon's every whim. You cooked for him, you anticipated his moods, always looking at him with such desperate eyes that it almost made him want to laugh. You were working so hard to earn back the trust of a man who had never actually lost it because he had never been faithful to begin with.
Then there was Leah.
His phone buzzed on the nightstand with a text that he didn't even need to open to know it was from her. Leah was a different kind of fun. Where you were desperate for forgiveness, Leah was oh so desperate for supremacy. She was obsessed with the secret they shared—the adrenaline of cheating right under your nose made her crazy in a way Sunghoon was oddly attracted to. She wanted to be his number one and she was willing to degrade herself in ways you wouldn't dream of just to prove she was more loyal than you.
He had you both exactly where he wanted you, you in his bed seeking redemption and Leah in the shadows seeking a title.
The door opened and you stepped out wearing one of his oversized shirts looking so small and fragile. "I made you coffee," you told him, sitting on the edge of the bed and reaching out to touch his hand like you were afraid he'd recoil. "What are your plans today, Hoon?"
Sunghoon reached out, tangling his fingers in your hair to pull you closer. He didn't answer immediately, he liked to let the silence stretch until you looked like you were on the verge of tears.
"I’m not sure yet," he finally murmured, his voice smooth and devoid of the hurt he had been weaponizing for the past four weeks. He felt a surge of power, Sunghoon had cheated, he had lied and in the grand scheme of things he had won. He was the only one who knew the truth and as long as he kept you and Leah spiraling in your own competitions, he would never have to pay for a thing, he would never pay for the consequences of his actions.
"You're a good girl," he added, loving the way you visibly melted at the words. He caught his reflection in the mirror opposite the bed, feeling utterly untouchable.
He trailed his hands to your waist and adjusted you so you were now straddling him, his face buried for a moment in the crook of your neck. He breathed you in, savoring the way you stayed perfectly still, as if you were yielding to him completely. This was his favorite part of the game, he loved the absolute submission born from your misplaced shame.
The relentless vibration of his phone against the nightstand broke the silence. He reached for it and immediately let out a hiss of annoyance, tossing the device back onto the mattress as if it had burned him and rolling his eyes so hard it looked painful.
"What is it, babe?" you asked, your hand tentatively smoothing the hair at the nape of his neck. "Did something happen?"
"My father," he spat the name like a curse. "He wants another one of those miserable family dinners tomorrow. God, I hate that word. He always uses it like it's supposed to mean something."
He leaned back again, the mask of the composed victim was slipping to reveal the raw edges of his elitism and if you weren't so blinded by your own consuming guilt, you would've noticed it immediately. "Those people aren't my family. They're more like intruders. That woman is nothing but a gold digger and a whore who caught my father at a weak moment, and her son—" He cut himself off with a bitter laugh. "Jungwon is the most arrogant, insufferable brat I've ever had the misfortune of knowing. He walks around that house like he owns the fucking floorboards and father just eats it up."
You stayed quiet, just letting him vent and tracing soothing circles against his skin until the tension in his shoulders finally began to bleed away. You were the only one who could tame him like this, or at least he let you believe you were. He felt a smug sense of pride watching you work so hard to fix his mood.
His phone buzzed again and this time he snatched it up, you watched his lip curl in disgust as he read the second message. "How fantastic. It gets better, baby. Apparently, the little prince wants to introduce his new girlfriend to everyone. My father expects us to be there to welcome her into the fold."
Sunghoon tossed the phone aside again and pulled you flush against his chest this time, sliding his down to grip your hips possessively. "I can already see her," he scoffed with condescension. "Some airhead who's fallen for Jungwon's perfect gentleman act. Probably some flavor of the month socialite who doesn't have two fucking brain cells to rub together. Jungwon has zero taste, he just picks whoever is going to look best in a photo op."
"But I have to go. I'd rather endure a night of staring at whatever bimbo he's brought home than deal with my father's lectures about unity and him dangling my trust over my head. You're coming with me, of course. I need you there to remind them what a real woman looks like."
His lips nipped at your earlobe, a dark smile spreading on his lips. "And besides...I want them to see how much you adore me. It'll make Jungwon's little debut look pathetic in comparison."
You swallowed hard, trying to find the right words
"Hoon...I can't tomorrow. It's my sister's bridal shower remember? I told you about it last week, I'm supposed to be there all day."
Sunghoon's hands on your hips went rigid the second the words left your mouth, he didn't say a word at first, he did stare at you with those piercing eyes that made you feel like a specimen under a microscope.
"A bridal shower," he repeated. "So your sister's party is more important than my father's command? More important than supporting me through a night with those vultures?"
"Hoon, please, I've been planning it for months," your heart already beginning to race. "I'm the maid of honor, I can't just—"
"I bet if it were Jay asking, you'd find a way to be there," he snapped. It was his favorite weapon these days, the ultimate trump card he pulled whenever he wanted to remind you of your place.
"No! Hoon, that's not fair, you know I—I'll do anything to make it up to you, I promise. I'll come over right after, I'll stay the whole weekend, I'll—"
"Shut it," he muttered, his hurt victim act vanishing to reveal the cold tyrant beneath. "I don't want to hear your excuses. You're all the same. You claim you want to earn my trust but the second I actually need you, you have plans."
He stood up abruptly, roughly shifting his weight so suddenly that he tossed you off his lap. You landed on the mattress with a soft thud, scrambling to sit up as he looked down at you with utter disdain. He wasn't even looking at your face anymore; his gaze was fixed on your legs, his expression almost transactional.
"If you're going to be useless to me at dinner, you might as well be useful to me now," he said with no affection in his tone. "Take your panties off. Now."
You looked at him, searching for even a flicker of the boy who used to love you so much but all you saw was the man who held your reputation in his hands. Shaking, your fingers moved to the waistband of your lace underwear, slowly sliding them down your legs while he watched you with a bored look on his face.
He stood there enjoying the sight of your submission. "You're going to stay just like that until I'm satisfied," he murmured as he pushed his pajama pants down slowly. "And maybe, if you're good enough, I'll consider forgiving you for being so selfish."
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Sunghoon killed the engine of his car but he couldn't bring himself to move yet, he needed the time to gather himself so he sat in the silence of his leather trimmed sanctuary, gripping the steering wheel until his fingers started to tingle. Outside, the sprawling driveway of the Park estate was bathed in the warm, mocking glow of the mansion's exterior lights but then the his eyes caught the baby blue G-Wagon parked crookedly just a few yards away.
The vehicle seemed to be rocking on its suspension in a rhythmic, almost violent motion that made Sunghoon's lip curl in a snarl of pure disgust. Even though the windows were tinted, the silhouettes were unmistakable.
Of course, Sunghoon thought. The venom in his mind dripping over every word. Of course the little prince couldn't even make it through the front door without acting like a rutting animal.
He stepped out of his car, the click of his shoes against the gravel was sharp and as he drew closer to the car to head toward the front steps, the soundproofing of the luxury SUV failed to drown out the noise. The girl's moans were high pitched and entirely too loud for a residential driveway.
"Do you like that?" His step brother's voice drifted out, it was muffled but recognizable with ghat smug arrogance that made Sunghoon's stomach turn. "Tell me you love my cock. Tell me who you belong to."
"Yes! Yes, I love it! Please, Wonie!" the girl screamed, her voice hitting an airheaded crescendo that echoed off the stone walls.
It made Sunghoon stop in his tracks, his frame rigid and his expression a mask of frozen disdain. Disgusting. Utterly primitive. He looked up at the darkened windows of his father's study, wondering how the man could be so blind. This was the boy his father was constantly comparing him to—a boy who had zero respect for the family home, zero dignity and apparently, zero standards as well.
Jungwon's new girlfriend was exactly what he expected—a loud, brainless girl with no sense of decorum, willing to be bent over the console of a car like a common street whore. To think his father expected Sunghoon to sit at a table to break bread and play nice with a girl who was currently screaming her lungs out in the driveway was an insult to his very existence.
She isn't even worth the effort of an introduction, Sunghoon thought, smoothing his jacket with a sharp motion. She's a placeholder, a toy for a boy who doesn't know the first thing about power or restraint.
He had just spent his whole day yesterday making you beg for a scrap of his grace and here was his step brother, practically begging for the attention of a girl who sounded like she had the depth of a light rain puddle.
He reached the front doors and the heavy oak door swung back to reveal the sterile, golden grandeur of the foyer. He would literally give anything for his father to see the contrast between the son who arrived with composure and the boy who was currently staining the interior of a Mercedes.
He didn't even have his coat off before the sound of heels clicking against marble announced her arrival. "Sunghoon! You're finally here," she chirped, smelling of expensive perfume and desperation—a combination he'd learned to identify long ago.
She reached out, arms opening for a motherly embrace that smelled just as shallow as her wedding vows, but Sunghoon didn't break his stride, he side stepped her instead. Not even a flinch and she was left hugging the air where he had been a second before, her hands awkwardly clutching at nothing, she was quick to catch herself though.
"Where is my father?" Sunghoon asked not even looking at her, too busy adjusting his watch, as if her proximity alone had somehow knocked his perfection out of alignment.
"He's in his study with—"
"Perfect," he interrupted, finally sliding his eyes toward her with the kind of look he usually gave Leah when she cried too loudly. "Try not to hover. It's unbecoming."
"Now, now, Sunghoon," his father's voice boomed from the top of the stairs, bouncing off the walls with that easy confidence that only comes with a high net worth. He descended the steps with a soft smile, looking every bit the patriarch he was. "Don't be so cold to your mother. She's just happy to see you."
He didn't even look at the woman standing there but he felt her presence like a smudge on a clean window. "She's not my mother," the words barely leaving his lips. It was like reflex to him now, a small piece of truth he threw out every time they decided to do this dance. His father swept past him but not before clapping a heavy hand on his son's shoulder. "Let's sit. I'm starving and I have a feeling the kitchen has outdone itself tonight."
"Jungwon is just a little late," his step mother sang out. "He'll be here any second, I'm sure of it."
Little late, Sunghoon thought, his eyes focused on the dust motes dancing in the light of the chandelier. Jungwon is fucking some bimbo in the driveway and he's going to walk in here soon and pretend nothing happened. He pulled out his chair, imagining you sitting there beside him, then he remembered why you weren't there, he remembered you were at your sister's bridal shower and it made a bitter taste flood his mouth.
"Oh, Sunghoon! You really should have met the lovely girl Jungwon brought over last weekend," her voice rising in excitement as she began to pour the wine. "She is just the sweetest thing. So polite and wholesome. She's exactly the kind of girl Jungwon needs."
Sunghoon's gaze stayed fixed on the silver fork in front of him, polite and wholesome. He wanted to laugh at the thought of a girl who could debase herself in the front of her boyfriend's family home as polite and wholesome. He wondered if Jungwon's girl had any idea what kind of animal she was dating or if she was just another prop in his step brother's own twisted theater.
"I'm sure she's a delight," Sunghoon said sarcastically. "I look forward to seeing how long she lasts before she realizes what kind of man your son is." He smiled at her but that smile quickly dropped when he heard his father's raised voice. "Park Sunghoon!" "You will not speak about your brother like that! We respect each other in this house." Those words unfortunately led to a lecture that somehow pivoted to his college education, "Law school isn't just about the pedigree, Sunghoon," his father continued with his usual steady drone of expectations. "It's about the endurance. Your grades are stable, but I need to see more focus. Less time at those campus parties, more time in the archives. You need to understand that once you graduate, the grace period is—"
The heavy dining room doors groaned open cutting the words from his father short. Sunghoon didn't even look up at first, his mind had drifted back to the annoyance he felt toward you for choosing a bridal shower over him. He was ready to watch Jungwon stroll in with some mindless girl he'd picked up from a sorority house, he was simply prepared to be unimpressed.
"Sorry for the wait," Jungwon's voice rang out, making the hair on the back of Sunghoon's neck stand up for some reason. "We got a little...distracted."
Sunghoon's eyes finally snapped up and for a second the world tilted, the grandeur of the room seemed to bleed into a blur of sickening realization. There, standing on Jungwon's arm, was you. You weren't at a bridal shower, you weren't wearing some floral sundress or helping your sister with ribbons and party games. You were wearing something sharp, that made you look expensive and sinful and your lips were slightly swollen—the exact same way they looked when Sunghoon finished with you.
The girl he had been internally mocking for being wholesome, the girl Jungwon had just been fucking in the driveway while Sunghoon watched with clinical disgust from the window.
It was you.
"Oh, sweetheart! You're back!" Jungwon's mother gushed, already on her feet with a beaming, smile. She crossed the room to you and took your hands in hers as if you were already her daughter. "It's so good to see you again. Jungwon hasn't stopped talking about how much he adores you since last weekend."
Sunghoon felt the air leave his lungs, his vision tunneled until all he could see was the way Jungwon's hand stayed firmly planted on the small of your back in a possessive touch that screamed of intimacy.
His mind quickly became a violent loop of contradictions. You told me you were with your family. You told me you were guilty. You're my toy. You're the one I broke. Across the table, Jungwon caught Sunghoon's eyes and he didn't look away when a smirk made its way to his face. Jungwon had been playing a much deeper game than Sunghoon ever realized.
"Sunghoon hyung," Jungwon said, his voice dripping with politeness that really just felt like a slap. "You look like you've seen a ghost. Don't tell me you forgot to say hello to my girlfriend?"
"It's nice to see you again, Sunghoon," you say with no usual tremor in your voice, you even offer him a small smile, the type someone gives a person they’re not close to, or a loser. Every instinct he has is screaming at him to lung forward, to grab your wrist and drag you out into the hallway and demand what the hell you're doing. The bridal shower? The lie tasted like ash in his mouth.
But his father is watching.
"You two know each other?" his father asks, clearly interested in the silence radiating from his eldest son
"We go to the same university," Jungwon quickly answers for you, pulling out your chair at the same time. "Small world, right?"
Sunghoon forced a breath through his nose and looked at you, trying to find a flicker of the girl who had been begging for his forgiveness for the past four weeks but all he could see was the sweetheart his stepmother had praised…Jungwon’s girlfriend.
"Small indeed," Sunghoon finally managed to say.
"Anyway," Jungwon's mother chirped, oblivious to the silent war happening across the centerpiece. "Tell us everything! How did you two meet? It must have been so romantic."
Sunghoon's eyes locked onto yours, like he was still trying to see if he could control you, to have you show some fear or even some shame but you just looked away and answered her question. "It was actually very sweet, Ma’am."
"He helped me when I was really in need and I couldn’t help myself—I fell for him. Jungwon really is a darling. You’ve raised him well."
Jungwon really was sweet to you, well maybe not in the beginning at least. The silence of the library was usually your sanctuary, it was the one place where the suffocating guilt of that night didn't feel like it was actively crushing your chest. For two weeks, you had been living in a state of self inflicted pain. You had replayed that night a thousand times, from the look on Sunghoon's face, to the sound of Heeseung and Calista’s laughs and without even realizing it, you had let Sunghoon turn that guilt and pain into a collar.
You were trying so hard, you’d even gone to Leah for advice, finding solace and comfort in her from time to time, genuinely believing she was your best friend.
Your phone buzzed on the table with a notification.
Unknown Number: [1 Video Attachment]
You thought it was a scam or perhaps another cruel joke from Heeseung but then you pressed play.
The video was in high definition, filmed from a distant balcony view. You immediately recognized the blue shimmer of the pool in Sunghoon’s family estate from when you’d spent weekends there. He told you he was traveling out of town for family business, he had ben insinuated it was a somber trip he needed to take alone to clear his head from the stress you had caused him.
In the frame, Sunghoon wasn't working or relaxing to clear his head. He was on a lounge chair by the pool, his head tilted back and his hands gripping the waist of a girl who was straddling him with practiced ease.
You dropped the phone like it had burned you when said girl threw her head back and you saw Leah’s face. You began to tremble right there in the library thinking of all the times you’d confided in her, yet here she was—fucking your boyfriend. You picked up your phone again with shaking hands and watched him pull her down for a kiss in that same way he kissed you and you felt your world fracture. The guilt that had been your shadow suddenly vanished, replaced by a cold clarity. Through your blurry eyes filling with tears you see two more notifications.
Unknown Number: He thinks he's alone. Hyung’s always been bad at checking corners.
Unknown Number: It’s Jungwon btw. I believe we have a mutual interest in making sure Sunghoon doesn't get everything he wants. Give me a call if you're tired of being the only one holding the debt.
You hesitated before managing to walk out of the library to dial the number. Jungwon answered on the first ring. "I wondered how long it would take you to watch it," he said sounding entirely too amused with himself.
"Why are you showing me this?" you whispered with a rage you didn't know you had.
"Because my brother has a habit of collecting things he doesn't appreciate," Jungwon said to you. "He likes the way he can make you cry and then make you thank him for it. And I find it so fucking boring. Don’t you think it's insulting to someone with your...potential?"
"What do you want?"
"I just want to see the look on his face when his perfect life finally collapses." You could’ve sworn you could just sense the evil radiating through the phone. "He hates me, you know? He thinks I'm some intruder in his house. Imagine how he'll feel when he finds out his broken little girlfriend is actually mine."
"I'm not yours," you snapped.
"Not yet," Jungwon countered, he really did have alluring energy about him. "But think about it. I’m pretty sure you want revenge and I want to replace him. We could be useful to each other."
You could’ve gotten nominated for an academy award with the way you acted in the weeks leading up to tonight. You played the part of the guilty girlfriend so perfectly, there was no doubt you had him fooled, you nodded when he ranted about his useless problems. You watched him get angry when you told him you couldn’t come to dinner with him, you watched him use your mistake to try and manipulate you into canceling. And for the first time it didn't hurt at all, it just made you want to see him burn even more.
When you first met Jungwon for dinner, you no doubt had your guard up. You fully expected a younger, maybe louder version of Sunghoon. Instead, you found a natural born predator who knew how to hide his teeth really. He was the perfect gentleman, pulling out your chair and listening with an intensity that Sunghoon only ever reserved for his own reflection. He didn't lecture you on your how you’d made a mistake by getting with his step brother in the first place, or that you trusted him too much but by the end of the night you felt like you were the only person in the room.
You had to keep repeating the mantra in your head—they aren't blood, they aren't related. It was the only way to keep the vertigo from taking over. Jungwon was supposedly the intruder in Sunghoon's life, their relationship was simply a byproduct of a second marriage and that distance was exactly what made the idea of him so dangerous.
You didn't intend to go home with him that first night, in fact you didn’t intend to ever go home with him at all and you certainly didn't intend to let him touch you. But then you were in the parking lot and the city lights were blurred by the tinted glass of his car, the air between you turned electric. You quickly found out he had a thing for fucking in cars, maybe it was the claustrophobia of the leather seats or the risk of being seen, you had no idea, all you knew was that it was primal and messy. You also quickly found out you had a thing for how easily he could unravel you.
Sex with Sunghoon always felt like an audition, you were constantly performing for him, having to say the right things so he would be satisfied. Jungwon didn’t care about any of that, he was too focused on the way your face looked when he was bouncing you on his cock, he always made sure you lost your voice and wouldn’t stop until you were shaking and begging.
And tonight in the driveway, he was exactly the same. Pinning you against the backseat and reminding you of exactly what you were about to do. He made you cum so hard you nearly forgot your own name, let alone the fact that you were a mere thirty feet from his family.
"Think of how much he thinks he owns you and then tell me how good this cock feels." It damn sure felt better than anything Sunghoon had ever given you.
Now, as you sit across from Sunghoon at his father's table, you can still feel the faint ache in your thighs, along with the ghost of Jungwon's touch under your dress. You look at Sunghoon, he looks pale as he vibrates with a repressed fury and you realize the debt has almost been paid in full.
As the main course is served and the clink of silverware is the only sound in the room, Sunghoon finally speaks in a voice so low it's almost a growl. "So, Jungwon...exactly how long has this romance been going on? You've been rather quiet about her."
Jungwon takes a slow sip of his wine, his eyes dancing in delight as he looks at you the back at his step brother. "Long enough for me to know she’s the one," he says, reaching under the table to slide his hand up your inner thigh, mere inches away from where Sunghoon's eyes are fixed. "She's so full of surprises, Hyung. I absolutely adore her." He finishes placing a kiss on your cheek at which his mother gushes in excitement.
From then on the night becomes full blown psychological torture for Sunghoon. Every time you laugh at one of his father's dry jokes or offer some soft words to Jungwon’s mother, it’s like you can feel Sunghoon's pulse drumming from across the table. He looks like a man watching his own house burn down while being forced to applaud the flames. The irony is thick enough to choke on. His father, who he has spent his entire life trying to impress is completely charmed by you.
"Sunghoon," his father says, leaning with a rare look of genuine approval on his face. "You should take notes. Jungwon has finally shown some discernment. You'd do well to find a girl just like this lovely lady right here. Not like those...distractions you usually surround yourself with."
Sunghoon's knuckles are white with how hard he’s trying not to scream. He wants to stand up and roar that you are his girl, that you belong in his apartment and under his thumb, drowning in the guilt he spent a month cultivating. But he can't because to speak up now would be to admit he lost control, it would be him admitting that Jungwon, the arrogant intruder, took something right from under his nose.
When dinner finally ends and you and Jungwon reach the doors of the foyer, ready to leave, Sunghoon doesn’t just follow you, he marches towards you and lunges forward, grabbing your wrist with so much force that you wince.
"What the fuck is this, Y/n?" he hissed, his eyes darting between you and his step-brother. "What are you doing here? The bridal shower? You think you can just lie to me and walk into my father's house on his arm?" He turns his anger toward Jungwon. "And you. You think this is some fucking game? You think you can just take whatever—"
"Woah, woah," Jungwon interjects, stepping forward with a lazy calm, not looking the least bit intimidated, he just looks like he's enjoying every second of Sunghoon's meltdown as he places a firm hand on Sunghoon's forearm, forcing him to loosen his grip on you. "Please don't talk to my girlfriend like that, Hyung. It's a bit ungentlemanly, don't you think?"
Sunghoon's eyes go wide as his chest heaves. "Your girlfriend? Jungwon, you have no idea what you're talking about. She’s not—"
"Are you lost, Hoonie?"
You step closer to him, tilting your head and pouting up at him with the same innocence he used to mock you. The look in your eyes is stone cold though, you’re looking at him like he's a stranger and a pathetic one at that. "You seem really confused. Maybe the stress of law school is finally getting to you."
Jungwon chuckles, pulling you back against his side, his arm draping possessively over your waist. "Seems like he is, princess. He's completely lost it."
Jungwon looks his brother up and down, "Tell you what, hyung," he starts. "Why don't you pull up to my penthouse tonight? I feel like I missed out on all the fun the other night. Let's play another game of paranoia. I have a few questions of my own...and I’m sure you want answers."
Sunghoon stands there frozen in the doorway of his own home, as Jungwon leads you toward the car. He even watches the taillights fade until the silence of the estate settles over him like a shroud.
The drive to Jungwon’s place was a blur of neon lights and tight knuckled grips for Sunghoon. His mind was a chaotic mess of logic and jagged anger, he had managed to convince himself he was going there to talk sense into you, to drag you away from the toxic influence of his step brother and remind you of the debt you owed him. But as he stepped out of the elevator and into the sleek entryway of Jungwon's apartment, the air felt different and he began to doubt if he could actually pull it off.
The heavy bass of the music didn't sound like a party to him, it sounded like a taunt.
He walked right to the living room and expected to find you and Jungwon alone in some twisted confrontation. Instead, he was met with a scene that felt like a curated nightmare.
The usual crowd was scattered across the plush sofas. Jake was leaning against the bar, looking entirely too comfortable in Jay’s arms. The litmus test from a month ago had clearly reached its conclusion and Sunghoon was the only one who hadn't been invited to the reveal.
Leah was also there tucked into the corner of a sectional, looking like she wanted to completely disappear. The second Sunghoon's eyes found her, she flinched and dropping her gaze to her hands in her lap. She couldn’t look him in the eye in a way that had Sunghoon wondering if they’d been caught.
Then, he saw you perched comfortably on Jungwon's lap, your fingers idly playing with his chain as if it was the most natural place in the world for you to be. Ume was leaning in close, letting you whisper something into her ear that made her throw her head back in a genuine laugh.
You wouldn't have been brazen enough to invite Calista or Heeseung but this group of people felt more intimate somehow.
"Well, well," a voice chirped, breaking through the ringing in Sunghoon's ears. Jake straightened up as he looked Sunghoon up and down. "Look who decided to show up. You've been a very bad boy, Hoonie. Keeping secrets, hiding away...I didn't think you had it in you to be this messy."
Sunghoon didn't even acknowledge him, his eyes were locked on you, burning with a question he couldn't ask out loud in front of them for fear of humiliation.
Jungwon tightened his hold on your waist and pulled you a fraction closer as he looked up at his brother. The lighting in the penthouse was dim, casting long, predatory shadows across his face. "You're late, Sunghoon," Jungwon said, his voice smooth and almost welcoming, if Sunghoon didn’t know what Jungwon was like, he wouldn’t have noticed the edge his voice carried.
"But don't worry. We haven't started the game yet. We were just waiting for the guest of honor to arrive."
You finally looked at him then, observing his disheveled hair and his erratic breathing with a detached sort of pity that hurt worse than a slap.
"Sit down, Sunghoon," you said mirroring the exact tone he had used on you for weeks. "You look tired. You should have a drink before we start. You're going to need it."
As everyone settled into the makeshift circle, you were clearly the center of gravity on Jungwon's lap, while Sunghoon was an island of his own misery on the far edge of the room.
"Everyone remembers the rules, right?" you asked, your voice cutting through the low hum of the music. You didn't wait for an answer, you immediately leaned into Jungwon, letting your lips brush against the shell of his ear to whisper the first strike. "Who here is a lying, cheating bastard?"
A dark, amused huff escaped him as he looked directly across the space. "Sunghoon."
The silence that followed was deafening. Sunghoon didn't argue, he simply reached for his glass, willing his hand to stop trembling and drained it in one jagged motion. Jungwon's smirk widened as he revealed the question to the room, watching the realization sink into the group like lead.
When the turn moved to Sunghoon, he stared at his empty glass, before muttering a, "Pass."
The room erupted in mock boos and biting whistles. "Afraid of the truth, Sunghoon?" Jake teased before leaning back into Jay's touch. "Golden boy can't even play a party game?"
Jungwon didn't let the momentum die. He leaned toward Ume, whispering a question that made her eyes go wide. She gasped as her hand flew to her mouth. "No way! I don't know—who is it?"
The curiosity in the room spiked while Ume looked around the circle. "The question was...Who here is pregnant?"
Jay and Jake exchanged a stunned look while Sunghoon's gaze darted around frantically, if you weren't reacting, if you were sitting there with that calm smile then it wasn't you. And Ume had already denied it, so that left only one person.
Leah.
Who was sat perfectly still, eyes fixed on a spot on the rug as her face continued to drain of color.
Sunghoon looked at her then at you, feeling the bile rising in his throat. From the pool lounge chair, to the laundry room and every other place he had had sex with her—it all crashed down on him at once, he looked like he was about to be physically sick.
"Leah is pregnant," your voice rang out with a terrifying lack of emotion. The words hit Sunghoon like a physical blow, he had spent a month trying to make you pay for cheating on him with Jay, all while he was planting the seeds of his own destruction in a girl he treated like a toy.
"Is it true?" Sunghoon asked her with his voice sounding like it was being dragged over broken glass. He looked at Leah, eyes wide with a mix of horror and disgust. "Leah, she’s just fucking around, right?"
The silence was her confession.
"Sounds like hyung has some responsibilities he forgot to mention to the family," Jungwon mused, "I wonder what father would think about his future law student starting a family a little ahead of schedule?"
Jake, ever the catalyst of drama leaned into Leah’s space to whisper in her ear, who looked like she was vibrating, a single sob catching in her throat as she forced out a name. "Sunghoon."
Sunghoon didn't even wait for the reveal, he immediately reached for the bottle this time, not a glass to take a desperate swig.
"The question," Jake announced with terrifying cheerfulness, "was, Who here is your baby daddy?"
"You're a lying bitch!" Sunghoon roared, finally losing the mask of superiority he'd worn like a shield for years. He surged forward, his finger pointed at Leah like a weapon. "You're lying! You're trying to trap me because you're obsessed with what Y/n and I have—you'd say anything to stay in my life!"
Leah finally looked up and the fear was gone, now replaced by an intensity that made her eyes burn. "I'm not lying, Sunghoon! I have never been with anyone else! You were my first and only one. You know I'm not lying! Did you ever wear a condom with me? You took everything from me and now you want to call me a liar?" "Screw you."
The silence that followed was so heavy that Jay and Jake couldn’t even mock him anymore, all they could do was just watch the car crash with satisfied expressions. Sunghoon looked around the room with wild eyes, looking for anyone to defend him but he lost all hope when you snorted, "What Y/n and I have is crazy, Sunghoon."
You looked at him with a gaze so filled with fake tenderness that it felt like a twist of a knife.
"Oh, Hoonie," you cooed, echoing the way he used to comfort you after making you cry your eyes out. "Don't be like that. This is a blessing, isn't it?"
"Think about it this way," you continued, "A little girl who looks just like you or maybe even a boy with your grace. You, Leah and the baby. You're going to make such a beautiful family. I can already see the Christmas cards. I'm sure your father will be so proud to see his legacy continuing so...unexpectedly."
Sunghoon looked at you as the realization truly sank in, the realization that the girl he thought he'd broken was the one who had choreographed his funeral.
"I'll even help with the baby shower," you added, the pout returning to your lips. "Since I missed my sister's bridal shower, I have plenty of free time now."
Jungwon let out a low chuckle, his hand sliding up to the back of your neck to tangle his fingers in your hair. "Hear that, Hyung? My princess is even offering to help. You really should be more grateful." He said to him before leaning to Ume to whisper in her ear but she immediately threw her hands up in frustration, the constant whispering finally getting on her nerves. "Seriously? I don't know! Why am I the one getting the hard ones?" She pouted, turning to the circle with her voice loud and fed up. "How am I meant to know who here has lost their inheritance? What does that even mean?"
Sunghoons head snapped toward Jungwon, the defensive look in his eyes was replaced by a sudden dread. He didn't reach for the glass this time, he could barely move.
"What the fuck are you on about, Jungwon?" Sunghoon's voice was a ghost of its former self, all thin and terrified. Jungwon, on the other hand didn't even look up from where he was tracing patterns on your thigh.
"Don’t tell me you didn’t read the fine print, Hyung?" Jungwon asked, "I guess you were so busy being a manipulative cunt that you didn't read the updated trust clauses father had us sign last year."
Jungwon finally looked at him. "It's a purity clause. Father is obsessed with the family image, you should know that better than anyone. It's written in black and white tha any son who produces an illegitimate child, especially one that creates a social scandal, automatically forfeits their entire inheritance. Every cent. The trust, the property, the firm...it all funnels into a single beneficiary."
Jungwon explained and pulled you closer against his chest, "And since I'm currently the only son without a pregnant side chick...it looks like I'm about to become very, very wealthy."
Sunghoon looked like he was seconds away from passing out. His eyes shifted between you and Leah, who was still trembling and clutching her stomach area. One, the girl who had been his broken possession and the other girl who was now the only thing standing between him and complete ruin—and you were sitting comfortably in the lap of the man who was taking his whole life away.
"You knew," he whispered, his gaze landing on you. "You both knew."
"Knew that what, Sunghoon?" "No one asked you to cheat and get a girl pregnant."
"I’d check your pocket if I were you, Hyung," Jungwon said. "I’m pretty sure you’re about to get a call. And you know Father—he hates being kept waiting."
Right on cue, the sharp ringtone of Sunghoon’s phone cut through the sound of Leah’s crying. The name on the screen was enough to make Sunghoon’s knees buckle. He answered with a trembling hand. "Father—"
"You fucking embarrassment!"
The shout was so loud it echoed through the silent room making Sunghoon flinch as if he’d been struck.
"Tell me Jungwon is mistaken!" his father roared over the line. "Tell me you didn't get some girl pregnant! Tell me you haven't been dragging our name through the mud while I was planning your future!"
Sunghoon looked at you as you slowly pressed a lingering kiss to Jungwon’s lips that made him smile.
"Father, please, she’s...she’s a liar," Sunghoon choked out as he looked at Leah. "She’s trying to trap me, I swear—"
Leah’s sob broke into a scream at the word liar but no one moved to comfort her. In the background, Ume was busy gushing over Jay and Jake, her voice a cheerful anddistorted contrast to the carnage. "Oh my god, you guys are actually the cutest! Why did you wait so long?" She pouted at them, watching Jay nuzzle his face deeper to Jake’s neck
"I don't want to hear it!" his father’s voice got louder and louder. "If you’re man enough to play these games then I suppose you’re man enough to fund them. You’re cut off, Sunghoon. Don't bother coming back to the estate to beg for anything! As of right now, you do not exist to me."
The line went dead before he could even think of any sort of explanation to give the man.
The phone slipped from Sunghoon’s fingers and clattered on the floor. He looked at you, then at the happy couple Ume was currently asking a million questions about how they first got together, and finally he looked at the pregnant girl in the corner.
He had spent his life trying to be a masterpiece of calculated moves and manipulative counters but in the end, he was just a footnote in your story.
"Time to go, Hyung," Jungwon said to him with a voice filled with satisfied pity. "You’ve got a family to take care of now."
Before the words could even reach Sunghoon’s ears properly, Jungwon moved with a sudden burst of energy, he hooked his arm around your waist and hoisted you up.
A startled squeal escaped you as you were flipped over his shoulder, your legs kicking out instinctively. "Jungwon! Put me down!" you laughed a mocking laugh that echoed off the walls.
Jungwon didn't listen to you, tightening his grip on your thighs instead as he began to stride toward the hallway. You looked back over his shoulder one last time to see Sunghoon standing frozen like a ghost in a room full of people who had already forgotten him.
"Bye bye, Hoonie!" you called out sweetly with a final dose of irony.
When the heavy door to Jungwon’s bedroom clicked shut, it instantly muffled the sounds of Leah’s crying and the silence of the foyer. Jungwon set you down gently against the door, his hands immediately finding your waist. "So, how did that feel?" he whispered as his eyes searched yours and his thumb traced the line of your lower lip. "Seeing him lose everything?"
"Exhilarating," you breathed, sliding your hands up to cup his face. It wasn't just about the revenge or the power shift anymore.
Jungwon’s expression softened as he looked at you. He didn't just see a partner in a scheme, he saw the only person who truly understood the darkness he had grown up in.
"Good," he murmured with a genuine warmth he saved only for you. "Because from now on, you don't ever have to play for second place again."
He leaned down and captured your lips in a kiss that wasn't for show or for an audience. It was slow, deep, and filled with a real affection—a promise that while the rest of your world was built on paranoia and lies, what was happening in this room was the only thing that was real.
nene’s note ── posting this from the hospital cause my mama didn’t raise no bitch! i loveeee feedback and i hope this met the expectations of everyone who was anticipating it! enjoy💋💋💋
The campus rumors said the ice girls were more than just a cheer squad—they were the hockey team’s private tradition. You’d always dismissed the gangbang myth as just locker room bravado until you make the team and find out it’s very, very real.
minors do not interact
pairing ── hyung line x afab reader
word count ── 12k
content tags/warnings ── hockey team dynamic, ice girls are the cheerleaders of the hockey team, social hierarchy, college dorm life, physical overstimulation, non-consensual caretaking (aftercare), exhaustion, manipulative power dynamics, non-con/dub-con, choking/breath play (implied), rough handling, marking/bruising, objectification, slut shaming, loss of consciousness, secret society/fraternity like behavior, and heavy psychological tension. not a love story!
nene’s note ── this ended up being longer than i had expected that why it took a minute before i posted it. shoutout to @sunishake for giving me the green light to finally finish editing it and post! as you know i loveeeee feedback! enjoyyyy <333 drop a 🏒 if you loveeee zoya cause i do!
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unprotected sex, gangbang, squirting, fingering, oral (f&m receiving), marathon sex (kinda), creampie, double vaginal penetration, spitting, face/throat fucking, let me know if i missed any.
The September air was still thick with the residual heat of summer but the breeze cutting through the quad was already carrying the first sharp hint of the ice that would soon define your semester. Two weeks into freshman year and the campus already felt smaller than the brochures had promised. In all honesty you felt suffocated by the weight of a legacy neither you nor Zoya could escape.
Zoya walked beside you, constantly twisting her fingers in the strap of her bag. "I haven't slept in like three days," she admitted in a strained voice. "Tryouts are next week and I swear I can feel my heart in my throat every time I see a pair of skates."
"Zoya, breathe," you said. "You've been training for this since we were six. You're more prepared than anyone else in that rink. Stop stressing."
Your friendship with Zoya was a constant bond forged long before you understood what a legacy even meant. Your mothers had met in the very halls of this university, dressed in the same blue and white uniforms you were now expected to fill. You had spent your childhood in the back of dance studios and cold arena bleachers, two shadows following the footsteps of women who had once been part of the university's most celebrated icons.
"I don't know how you're so calm," she glanced at you. "If I don't make the cut, my mom might actually disown me. Your mom isn't exactly going to be thrilled if you aren't on that roster, either."
You shrugged, feeling like the weight of the expectation had just become a dull ache you'd simply learned to live with. "I'm sure she'll manage. Besides, it's just a team. There are more important things than whether or not we look good in sequins and skates."
"Easy for you to say," she muttered as you both found a stone table in the quad, sitting next to each other while the noise of the campus humming around you. "They only take five girls each year. Five."
"Because they have to maintain the twenty girl balance, Zoy," you countered, squinting against the sun. "Five seniors graduated so they need five new freshman and you can only try out in your first year. It's simple math, not a conspiracy. It's no biggie."
Zoya went quiet then, her expression shifting from nervous to something more focused. She leaned into your space and dropped her voice to a conspiratorial whisper that forced you to pay attention.
"Have you heard the gist lately? In the dorms?" she asked. "It's not just about who's the best skater anymore. Everyone is talking about the tradition. The real one."
You felt an internal groan. "That rumor? Again?"
"They say the hockey team picks one girl from the five new recruits," she said with her eyes wide and dead serious. "One girl who has to give it up at the tryouts welcome party. That it's a requirement. A gangbang for the guys who run the rink."
You rolled your eyes and let a sharp, dismissive sound escape your throat. "Zoya, please. That is the most tired, misogynistic urban legend on this campus. It's locker room bullshit meant to scare us or make the guys feel like they have more power than they actually do. It's just a rumor. Stop letting it get in your head."
"Like for fucks sake. Am I meant to be excited at the thought of a bunch of guys fucking me?"
But Zoya didn't back down, if anything she just leaned into closer, darting her eyes around as if the very trees were wired. "I'm serious! It's not just some ghost story, I'm telling you. My roommate's cousin's TA has a niece who was the girl they picked last year."
You stopped mid sip of your drink and lowered it to look at her with mocking disappointment. You let the silence hang for a beat too long just so she could sit with what she just said, then you started repeating her words back to her, dripping your voice with deliberate sarcasm.
"So...let me get this straight," you began ticking the points off on your fingers. "Your roommate's...cousin's...TA's...niece?" You asked her and watched her resolve start to crumble at the corners of her mouth as the absurdity of the so called source finally hit the air.
"When you put it like that, it sounds—"
"It sounds like a game of telephone or Chinese whisper played by people who have spent way too much time inhaling zamboni fumes," you finished for her.
She let out a frustrated whine while reaching to grab your shoulders. "Shut up! You're so mean!" she laughed and started to shake you back and forth. Her grip was firm as she swung your body in rhythm with her protests. "Take me seriously! I'm trying to prepare us for potentially having to take dick!"
The physical drama of it was too much to resist, you really tried to keep your face stoic but the sight of Zoya looking so genuinely panicked over a fourth hand story about a TA's niece broke you. A bubble of laughter escaped and soon you were both giggling like the kids you used to be.
The week of tryouts had been a blur of synthetic light and the rhythmic scrape of steel on ice. For Zoya, it was a slow motion descent into madness, she was a whirlwind of nervous energy in the locker room, retying her laces until her fingertips were raw and changing her skates three separate times because she convinced herself the blades weren’t right. You had watched her from the bench, already laced up and ready, trying to offer a calm anchor in her storm of superstition.
When your turn finally came, you didn't really overthink it. You moved through the routines you'd practiced since you were tall enough to reach the rink boards, you remembered all the crossovers, the synchronized lunges, the power pulls. It was muscle memory at this point or a birthright clicking into place. To you, it wasn't a performance—it was more of another day at the office.
Now, a week later, the tension had migrated from the ice to the stifling atmosphere of Zoya's dorm room. You were sitting criss cross on her bed while your phones sat like two ticking time bombs on the mattress between you.
"I think I'm going to throw up," Zoya whispered, staring at the dark screens. "If I don't see an email in the next sixty seconds, I'm dropping out of college and moving to a farm."
"You hate dirt, Zoy. You'd last barely an hour," you muttered, trying to be calm even though your own pulse was beginning to thrum against your ribs.
Suddenly, both screens lit up simultaneously and two identical notifications from the university athletics department banner appeared.
Zoya shrieked, launching herself off the bed as if she'd been electrocuted. She paced the small rug with her hands over her mouth. "Oh my god. Oh my god. Okay. Okay, don't open it yet. We do this together."
You picked up your phone, your hands shaking but still steadier than hers and stood to meet her in the center of the room. "On three?"
"On three," she breathed as her finger hovered over the screen.
"One."
"Two."
"Three!"
The light of the screens reflected in your eyes as you both scanned the text.
"We are pleased to inform you that you have been selected for the 2026 Ice Girls roster..."
"WE GOT IN!" Zoya screamed, the words overlapping with your own as you read the confirmation out loud. She tackled you back onto the bed, you didn't even get through the second sentence before the room exploded. You hit the mattress with a thud as her weight pinned you down, her face buried in your shoulder as she vibrated with pure, unadulterated adrenaline.
"We did it! We actually did it!" she shrieked into your ear, her joy was infectious enough to finally break through your cool exterior and you couldn't help it. It was like the tension of the last week finally evaporated into a fit of breathless giggles. You lay there on the bed, tangled in limbs and phones, laughing up at the ceiling while Zoya squeezed the life out of you. And for that one moment, the weight of your mother's expectations and the dark whispers of campus rumors felt miles away—eclipsed by the simple reality that you were officially in.
The calm excitement of the afternoon was short lived though, quickly replaced by hurricane Zoya in a state of social crisis. Your dorm room looked like a textile factory had exploded, there were clothes draped over your desk lamp and jeans strewn across your bed as she dove head first into your closet for the third time in twenty minutes. "The welcome party isn't just a party, Y/N," she muffled from behind a row of your hangers, her voice strained with the familiar, high pitched anxiety that always made you want to both hug her and laugh at her. "It's like a hierarchy. The hockey team is going to be there and the resident ice girls will be judging our every move. We can't just show up looking like we're headed to a late night study session in the library!"
You laid there on your bed, watching her with an amused tilt of your head. Zoya was always a perpetual mess of nerves, she was a beautiful disaster but you loved her to death for it. Her intensity was the only thing that could actually make you feel the weight of whatever was ahead.
"Have you actually seen the hockey team in person? Like up close?" she continued, finally surfacing with a grunt of frustration. "They’re not a human, they’re like filtered ai images come to life. And don't even get me started on Heeseung—the captain. If I have to stand next to him, I refuse to do it in a crewneck sweatshirt." She tossed one of your favorite oversized hoodies onto the floor with a look of annoyance. "Seriously? You have nothing sexy in here. It's all...functional."
"I was just going to go in what I have on now," you said, gesturing to your simple jeans and tee.
Zoya let out a gasp of such genuine horror you thought she'd actually been wounded. "No way, Y/N! You are not going to embarrass us! This is our debut!"
Before you could protest, she lunged for the overstuffed duffle bag she'd lugged over all the way from her own dorm and with a dramatic flourish, she hoisted it over both your heads and dumped the entire contents onto your bed. A mountain of lace, silk and leather tumbled out in a heap.
"Pick," she commanded, pointing at the pile with a manic twitch in her eye. "Pick right now or so help me God, I will pick for you and I promise you it will involve something tiny."
Giving in to the inevitable, you sighed and reached blindly into the middle of the mountain. Your fingers snagged onto the strap of a dress, so you pulled it out—a short, form fitting black dress with delicate straps and a neckline that was definitely lower than anything you owned.
Zoya's eyes went wide and her frantic energy instantly shifted into a predatory sort of pride. "Ooh...okay, okay! That one is hot," she purred, clapping her hands together. "The I don't care but I look incredible look. It's perfect. Go. Put it on. Eeek! I can’t wait, Y/N!"
You’re not surprised the party ends up being a far cry from the chaotic, floor shaking rages you'd been attending in the freshman dorms. This was something different, it was controlled and suffocatingly exclusive.
You let your eyes scan the room as you hoisted yourself up onto the kitchen island, slowly realizing the rumors about the inner circle weren't exaggerated. There were exactly twenty two hockey players and the twenty ice girls, including the five of you who had just been initiated. The air felt heavy with a specific kind of social politics you weren't sure you wanted to play. Zoya, however, was of course a natural and about twenty minutes ago, a guy with a sharp jawline and an observant gaze called Jungwon had detached himself from a group of upperclassmen and navigated the crowded living room with a focused sort of grace, landing right in front of Zoya.
"Was it a requirement for this year’s ice girls to be extra gorgeous?" he'd asked her with a voice smooth enough to make Zoya's usual nervous energy vanish into a flattered blush. He looked into her cup before speaking again, "Want to help me find something that isn't cheap beer?"
Zoya had glanced back at you, her eyes wide with a silent 'Is this okay?' question. You'd given her a small, reassuring nod, the green light she needed to finally enjoy the night she'd spent weeks stressing over.
Now, you were alone sat on the island while the hem of Zoya's dress rode up slightly as you adjusted your seat. The fabric was sleek and undeniably hot, as she'd put it but it didn't stop you from feeling like an outsider looking in.
Through the pulse of the music and the low hum of athletic egos clashing, your mind drifted toward your dorm. You could almost feel the weight of your oversized weighted duvet and the silence of your room. You were halfway through the mental calculation of how long you had to stay before an early morning excuse became socially acceptable, when the stool next to your legs slid back and the scent of expensive cologne hit you before he even spoke.
"You look remarkably bored for someone who just clawed their way onto the most exclusive team on campus," his voice came, all deep and smooth, holding a hint of a challenge.
You looked up and met a pair of intense eyes. He was striking with sharp angles and cool composure. Normally, you might have given a dry retort about the music volume but you caught sight of Zoya across the room, laughing at something Jungwon said. You knew her mentals would never recover if you started your tenure by being rude to one of the hockey gods.
"I’m just a bit tired," you said and forced your lips into a polite smile. "It's been a long week of skating."
He tilted his head and studied you a little as if he were reading a play. "Fair enough. I'm Jongseong but everyone just calls me Jay."
"Nice to meet you, Jay. I’m Y/N" you replied. You were just about to settle into a rhythm of light banter when a second presence came crashing into your peripheral vision.
"And who is this cutie?"
The newcomer leaned against his palm with his elbow the marble counter, he was radiating a completely different energy from Jay, so warm and dangerously charming. He looked like the kind of guy that had never had a bad day in his life.
Jay didn't even glance at him, his dark eyes somehow stayed locked on yours and his voice dropped an octave as he answered for you. "Y/N," he said your name and made it sound like a claim and not like an introduction.
The new guy grinned, making his eyes crinkle at the corners. "Well, Y/N, I'm Jake. Huge congratulations on making the ice girls. That’s a big deal."
You offered an amused huff. "Thanks. Though I'm surprised you even know I'm new. I figured we all looked the same to you guys in those practice uniforms."
Jake let out a short laugh and shifted closer until he had his head nearly in your thighs. "Oh please," he murmured, letting his gaze travel over your face with a boldness that made the back of your neck heat up. "I would've spotted you months ago if you were already around. You're far too stunning to go unnoticed on this campus."
Before you could respond to Jake's blatant flirting, a third figure cut through the conversation. He didn't look at you, well at least not at first. He directed all his attention entirely to Jake. "Heeseung is looking for you," the newcomer said a little bit like a warning. "And he's already pissed. You were supposed let the delivery driver with the drinks in and now he’s gone…with the extra drinks."
Jake didn't look remotely intimidated, if anything he actually looked bored as he rolled his eyes and let his hair tickle your arm. "Heeseung gets pissed at everyone, Sunghoon. It's his default setting by now."
The name Heeseung had been floating around the dorms like a title of nobility for weeks but the way they spoke it made him sound like a force to be reckoned with. "Who exactly is Heeseung?" you cut in, managing to keep your voice steady despite the triple threat of hot guys surrounding you. "And should I be staying clear of him?"
That was the moment the new guy finally acknowledged you. His gaze drifted down and landed on you with a clinical kind of interest that felt like you were being scrutinized.
"He's our captain," Jake answered quickly, with a playful smirk returning to his lips. "And whether you stay clear of him or not isn't really up to you anymore, is it? You're an ice girl now."
"This is Sunghoon," Jake added, gesturing vaguely to the cold eyed newcomer.
Sunghoon didn't smile at you but the intensity of his stare softened just a fraction. "So, how does it feel? Being one of the chosen five?"
You opened your mouth to give a diplomatic, it's great response but your gaze snagged on a movement across the room, where Zoya was stood still with Jungwon distracted by the person he was talking to over her head. Her eyes were wide and her mouth slightly agape at the sight of you sat at the center of a triangle of hot guys.
She caught your eye and mouthed, "What the fuck?!" her expression was a blend of genuine horror and curios thrill.
You caught her eye and gave a subtle, helpless shrug, you didn't have an answer for her, damn—you didn't even have an answer for yourself. Ten minutes ago you were thinking about your bed and now, you’re the center of gravity for some sexy strangers.
Just as Jay was trying to pull you back into the conversation with a question about your major or something, a voice came from nowhere. "Jake. Come on, man. I told you to let the drinks guy in." The voice was low and authoritative, lacking any of the playful warmth the others had shown.
Heeseung didn't even look like a student in the best way possible, he looked like the architect of the entire room. His presence was heavy like a physical weight that made the banter from a moment ago feel suddenly juvenile. He didn't even acknowledge you, his eyes were fixed entirely on Jake with a look of tired discipline.
"He left and now we’re low on drinks," Heeseung added but Jake didn't miss a beat and instead of shrinking, he finally just placed his whole head in your lap as he flashed a boyish grin at his captain.
"Can you blame me, cap?" Jake countered, the tone was light but his eyes were dancing with a hint of challenge. "I was just doing my job. Making our newest recruit feel welcome. You wouldn't want the ice girls thinking we aren’t hospitable, would you?" He spoke as if you were the ultimate get out of jail free card.
Heeseung's eyes finally shifted, they traveled slowly from your face down to where your hands were resting in Jake's hair, then finally up to your face again. His eyes weren't hungry like Jake's or intense like Jay's, they were just insanely observant, tracing your features quietly in a way that made your breath scatter.
He let out a long sigh and you could see the tension in his jaw flicker for just a second before he looked back at the three guys flanking you.
"Of course," He said. "I should have known. You three always did have a habit of gravitating toward the prettiest girl in the room."
He stepped closer and invaded the space the others had already carved out, letting his shadow fall over you. "The problem is," he said, shifting his eyes to lock onto yours with a finality that made the myth Zoya was going on about suddenly feel real, "they usually forget that the prettiest ones are the hardest to keep in line."
His eyes searched yours for a crack in your nonchalant exterior. "So," he murmured, "are you going to be a problem, doll? Hard to keep in line?"
The weight of the four of them was suffocating, it made you lose trust in your own voice, so you simply shook your head, a subtle movement that felt like signing a contract you hadn't even read.
A satisfied smirk pulled at Jay's lips so he let his shoulder brush yours. "In that case," he said, "we're moving to a more...private after party. Just us. You wanna come?"
He didn't phrase it like a question, to you it sounded like it was an invitation or a command. You hesitated and your mind flashed back to the quiet safety of your dorm but Jake was quick in sensing your retreat. He reached out and let his thumb graze the back of your hand where it rested on the marble now since he lifted his head from your lap.
"Come on," he coaxed with a honeyed voice. "The night's just getting started. You don't want to be the only recruit who tucked herself in just before the real fun began, do you?"
"I...I can't leave Zoya," you managed to glance over their tall frames toward the dance floor. "We came together. I can’t just leave her alone."
Heeseung didn't even bother looking over his shoulder, as if he already knew exactly where everyone in the room was positioned. "Zoya’s in safe hands, Jungwon is the sweetest. He'll look after her."
You followed his gaze to the center of the room where the lights caught Zoya, who clearly wasn't checking for you anymore. She had her back pressed firmly against Jungwon's chest, her head tilted back as his hands gripped her hips. She looked flushed and lost in the heat of the moment, completely oblivious to the fact that you were being cornered right now.
The rumors Zoya had whispered about at the stone table suddenly didn't feel so ridiculous anymore. Looking at her, then back at the four sets of eyes waiting for your answer, you realized you had to make a choice. But maybe it wasn’t even like that, maybe they were just being really good wing men for Jay, who was the first to approach you. And if you’re being honest you didn’t mind the either of flirting with him more in a more quiet location.
That line of reasoning was exactly how you ended up sat between Jay and Sunghoon in the backseat of a massive truck you’re suspecting Jake owns, seeing as he’s the one driving with Heeseung in the passenger seat.
The fabric of Sunghoon's expensive jacket brushed against your left arm while Jay's solid frame pressed into your right, leaving you with nowhere to lean but forward.
The blue light of your phone screen felt blinding in the darkness of the car as you quickly typed out a message to Zoya.
You: I left with Jay. Didn't want to interrupt you and Jungwon. Text me when you're back?
You watched the read receipt appear instantly, trying to ignore how you conveniently left out the fact that you left with all four boys. A second later, a heart reaction popped up over the bubble, the girl didn’t even bother typing back, she was clearly occupied and it made you snort.
But before you could lock the screen, a large hand reached over and plucked the device from your fingers. Jay didn't even look at the screen as he pocketed it in his jacket with his gaze fixed on the side of your face. "Relax," he told you. "I promise you, Jungwon is a real gentleman. He'll make sure she gets back safe."
"He's right," Sunghoon added from your other side but when you looked at him, he was staring out the tinted window at the passing streetlights. "Jungwon is the best of us. No need to worry."
Jake caught your eye in the rearview mirror and flashed you his perfect white teeth, the engine roaring as he accelerated down the road.
The drive felt like it was happening in a different dimension, the hum of the engine was drowning out by the predatory focus of the men surrounding you.
Jay shifted his weight so his large frame crowded into your personal space until you were pinned against the leather seat and Sunghoon's solid side. "You have no idea how much I've been thinking about this since you walked into that kitchen," he said, "You're so fucking gorgeous, it's insane."
He moved closer, letting his nose brush yours and you could feel his warm breath on your lips. "I'm going to kiss you now. Is that okay?"
Your words had abandoned you, the sheer fervor of his gaze made you dizzy and all you could do was nod. He didn't wait to be told twice, crashing his lips onto yours in a kiss so hungry and demanding, it made a tiny whimper escape your throat, muffled by his lips as his tongue traced yours.
From the front, Heeseung's amused voice cut through the haze, he glanced back over his shoulder at the sight of Jay nearly on top of you, pushing you further into Sunghoon. "Control yourself, Jongseong," he said with no real bite to his words. "You're always so impatient. We aren't even off the main road yet."
Jay definitely wasn’t listening, deepening the kiss instead and letting his hand grip your waist. That’s when you felt a sharp spark of electricity as a different hand began a slow trail up the hem of your dress, his fingers grazing the sensitive skin of your thigh.
Your head snapped to the left with wide eyes to meet Sunghoon's gaze, who wasn't looking out the window anymore, whose lips were now pulled into a pout. "And what about me?" he whispered, "Where's my kiss, Y/N?"
Caught between the two of them, you leaned over and pressed your lips to Sunghoon's in a softer kiss. The moment you did, Jay groaned into your ear and grabbed your waist to hoist your leg over his lap, forcing your legs apart in the cramped space and making your dress ride up dangerously high.
Jay's fingers danced along your inner thigh, inching upward until they hooked under the delicate edge of your lace panties. The sensation sent a jolt through you and as Sunghoon began to trail wet kisses down the column of your neck, your breath hitched in a jagged sob.
You were sure you would faint if they both kept going but the vehicle came to a halt and Jake's voice drifted back from the driver's seat, "We're hereeee."
Trying to get out the truck, your legs felt like water when your heels hit the gravel of the driveway, making you stumble.
"Woah, easy there," Sunghoon caught you and before you could find your balance, he moved with the strength of an athlete. In one swift motion, he hooked an arm around your waist and hoisted you upward, flipping you over his shoulder like you weighed less than a hockey stick.
That forced a whimper out of your lips and your hair cascaded toward the pavement while the hem of Zoya's dress rode up even further. Blood quickly rushed to your head, mixing with the lingering dizzy spell Jay had started in the backseat.
SMACK.
The sharp sound of his palm connecting with your rear echoed in the quiet night. "Shh," he shushed you with his hand lingering for a possessive second on the curve of your hip. You could hear the others following behind him as he carried you into the house. Jake let out a low laugh from somewhere behind you. "Careful with the cargo, Hoon," he teased but there was no real concern in his voice.
"She's fine," Jay countered, speaking for you and reaching up to trace a slow line down your exposed calf.
Heeseung led the way and punched a code into a glowing keypad of the door, the mechanical click of the lock sounding like a gavel hitting a sounding block. He stepped inside and held the door open, his eyes tracked your inverted form on Sunghoon’s shoulder.
"Try not to make too much noise, doll. The neighbors think we're such studious boys."
Sunghoon dropped you carefully, setting you down on the couch and the first thing you registered was the interior of the house, it was even more imposing than the truck—all dark leather and the kind of minimalist luxury that felt cold until the four of them surrounded the couch where you sat. They stood in a semi circle, before Heeseung stepped forward with an expression so unreadable, it stripped away the playful banter of the car ride.
"Before we go any further, let's be clear," he started, speaking in a way that sent a shiver down your spine. "We're going to fuck you. All of us. If you don't want that, if you've changed your mind, say it now. We won't be mad and we won't make it weird. Jake will drive you back to your dorm and we'll go back to being normal hockey players and ice girl on Monday. No questions asked."
The rumors weren't just true, they were standing right in front of you, tall and extremely expectant.
But as you looked up at them you didn't feel fear Zoya had spoken of this very moment with. The adrenaline from the car ride was still singing in your veins, drowning out any hesitation.
Without a word, you reached up, hooking your fingers under the thin spaghetti straps of the dress. You watched their eyes track the movement as you slowly slid the fabric down, letting it pool around your waist until your breasts were fully exposed in the dim light of the apartment.
"Fuck yeah," Jake breathed, already reaching for the buckle of his belt. "I told you she was the right choice," he muttered.
Heeseung didn't have an outward reaction but the corner of his mouth ticked upward in a smirk—the first sign of genuine approval you'd seen from him all night. "Good girl," he said but now his voice carried a heavy sexual weight.
It was as if they had been waiting all night to tear into you, Jake didn't wait for a second invitation, he dropped to his knees by your legs before burying his face against your chest. "Fuck, I love tits," he groaned, the sound muffled against your skin before his mouth latched onto one nipple. He sucked with a greedy pace that sent a lightning bolt of heat straight to your core, his tongue swirling over the sensitive peak until you were arching your back off the leather cushions.
Above you, Jay was already crowding back into your space, ready to continue what he started in the car. He gripped your jaw and tilted your head back for a bruising make out that had you gasping for air, his hands found your hair to keep you exactly where he wanted you.
While Jake and Jay claimed your upper body, Sunghoon moved with a surgical focus. He didn't say a word as he reached down, hooking his fingers into the lace of your panties and tugging them down your legs in one smooth motion. He tossed the scrap of fabric onto the expensive floor without a second glance.
He looked at your pussy with a smirk pulling at his lips. "Look at that," his voice barely cut through the sounds of Jake's wet suction and Jay's heavy breathing. He reached out with two fingers to graze your folds, coming away coated in your evidence. He held them up to the dim light, showing you how much you were already leaking. "You're absolutely soaking. Such a little slut for the team, aren't you, baby girl?"
The words hit you in a way that made your toes curl and sent a whine into Jay's hungry mouth, your hips instinctively rolled upward toward Sunghoon's hand or face, desperate for the friction you knew was coming.
From the edge of the couch, Heeseung watched with a calm satisfaction, his arms crossed over his chest, taking in the sight of his teammates dismantling the newest ice girl.
"She's perfect," Heeseung noted. "Jay, move."
You were pinned to the plush leather of the sofa like a living sacrifice to the tradition you had only joked about five hours ago.
Heeseung leaned over you, letting his large hand cup the side of your face so he could claim your mouth. His kiss was deep, slower than Jay’s and tasted of dark intentions. But the moment his tongue met yours, you felt like you could fall in love with him, that thought was quickly pushed out of your head when a pair of hot, wet lips latched directly onto your clit with a suction so precise it felt like a machine.
"Ah—!" Your back arched violently off the cushions as you broke away from Heeseung's mouth, only to look down and find Jay's dark hair between your thighs. He didn't look up, his hands gripped your hips with bruising force to keep you still while his tongue worked with in rhythmic motions. He was fucking your pussy with his mouth, swirling his tongue and flicking it against the most sensitive parts of your cunt until you were sobbing into the quiet of the room. "S—Slow down!"
You tried to tug at the roots of his hair to ground yourself but there was no use. On either side of your chest, Jake was still relentlessly toying with your breasts, moving his mouth from one nipple to the other and grazing his teeth on the swollen peaks until they were raw and sensitive.
Heeseung didn't let you stay away for long, his hand shifted from your cheek again before sliding down until his fingers curled firmly around your throat. It wasn't enough to choke you, just a steady, pressure that forced your chin up and pinned you in place while he leaned back in to reclaim your lips.
"Stay still for me, mama."
With a hand on your neck, Jake's mouth on your chest and Jay's tongue devouring your cunt, you felt like you were being pulled apart. You became a mess of whimpers and little breaths while your body twitched with every flick of Jay's tongue as the four of them began the process of breaking you in.
Heeseung pulled back just enough to look down at you, his thumb tracing the line of your lower lip, which was now swollen from his kisses.
"Do you know how to suck a dick, doll face?" he asked, to which you could only nod with your eyes wide and glazed over from arousal.
He took hold of your jaw with a firm grip, maneuvering your head like a piece of equipment he was testing for the first time. You were forced to turn away from the wet sounds Jay was still making between your thighs and suddenly you were face to face with Sunghoon’s cock. He stood right at the edge of the sofa with his jeans already pulled down. His cock was thick and pulsing with a life of its own, there was a perfect bead of precum trembling at the crown. It looked lethal in that light, it looked way too big and ready, completely unapologetic.
"Open up."
Your mouth fell open in a silent invitation that he accepted instantly as he guided his length past your lips. The salt heavy taste of him flooded your mouth and you found yourself choking out a muffled whimper when he slid in deep, bottoming out against the back of your throat on the very first thrust.
He wasn't gentle, he lacked the patience Jake liked to pretend he had, he reaching down, he tangled his fingers into your hair at the roots to steady you or perhaps just to keep you from pulling away then began to fuck your face with a bruising rhythm.
It was complete sensory static, you had Sunghoon's weight invading your throat, Jay's tongue still ruthlessly fucking your pussy below and the heavy pressure of Heeseung's hand on the back of your neck. Every time Sunghoon thrust, his hips bumped against your nose and the scent of him suffocates you in the best possible way.
You were drowning in them, drowning in the friction of the leather sofa against your back and the dual assault on your body, you could barely find the air to breathe. It made you reach out and dig your fingers into Sunghoon's quads for some kind of leverage, you felt the rock hard muscle jump under your touch as you doubled down on the suction.
"God, look at her," Jake's voice drifted from somewhere above your chest. "She's taking him so well. Such a pretty thing."
Sunghoon wasn’t offering any ounce of mercy, his movement turned into something frenzied as he crowded into your space. He used your hair as a tether, pulling your head back to meet every punishing lunge, the friction of his length against your tongue and throat becoming a choking heat. You were swamped in the taste of him, making your eyes water cause his hips snapped forward with a certainty that left you with no room to breathe.
Determined to wrestle back some semblance of control, you reached up and clamped your hand around the very base of his cock, letting thumb press firmly into the heavy vein on the side, you tried to anchor him in place, circling your tongue around the head with laser focus. You started to suck and choke on him in a pace that had his knees buckling against the edge of the cushions.
The controlled grunts he had been making finally fractured. "Fuck," he gasped, something genuine and high pitched ripping from his throat as his head snapped back. The cold look he’d been attempting to wear all night was completely replaced by a wrecked expression that bordered on pain. He leaned his full weight into you, bracing one hand against the wall behind the couch, his fingertips raked against your scalp cause he was losing the battle to stay composed.
He looked down at the others, his voice a jagged rasp that ripped through the wet sounds of Jay still eating your pussy so messily and the squelching of his own cock fucking your mouth. "Heeseung...oh fuck my life, she's actually s—so fucking good at this."
Jake’s chuckle was appreciative from where he was still occupied with your chest, his thumb flicking your nipple with a punishing pinch that made you jump. "I told you. She's got that quiet desperate energy. They're always the nastiest."
Jay hadn’t even come up for air from the slick mess between your thighs, his tongue was still hitting your clit with sharp flicks that made your hips buck weakly into his mouth.
Heeseung's hand was tracing the frantic pulse in your throat, he watched the way your cheeks hollowed out when you doubled down on Sunghoon, his expression shifting from calculated observation to something much hungrier.
"Damn," "What a sight."
You fought for every bit of air while stilling working your throat around Sunghoon with a needy drive that you were determined to maintain until he finally came. You wanted that win, you wanted the feeling of him losing his composure completely as he spilled into your mouth but the sensation coming from Jay was starting to break your focus.
Two thick fingers suddenly shoved their way past your entrance and stretched you wide with an abrupt force that made your eyes roll back instantly. At the same moment, a hot mouth seized your clit again, sucking with an intent pressure that had you wanting to shriek.
The rush was too much, it was a violent collision of pleasure that had you trembling on the couch. You tried to pull back, shaking your head as you attempted to dislodge Sunghoon just to let out the scream building in your lungs. But Sunghoon wasn't having it, he forced you back down until you were buried to the hilt once more, snapping his hips forward with an unchecked urgency.
"Come on, baby girl...I'm so fucking close. Take this cock for me. You’re a good girl, right?"
You tried to obey, hollowing your cheeks so you could double down on the suction but the fingers inside you were merciless. They pushed deeper, reaching past depths you didn't know you had and hooking upward to find that one receptive spot to stay there, pulsing against it until your entire body went rigid.
The dam within you didn't just break, it completely shattered, leading to a hot wave of fluid erupting from you, soaking the hand buried inside you and splashing against the expensive cushions. You were squirting around those fingers in quivering jets, your gummy muscles clenched in an uncoordinated pulses that you couldn't stop if you tried. Every muffled whimper and sob was swallowed whole by Sunghoon's length, leaving you to shake helplessly as you were essentially being consumed from both ends.
"No way," Jake's excitement reached your ears through the haze, he stopped his assault on your breasts just to stare down at the slick mess soaking into the dark leather. "Holy shit, she's a squirter. Hee, did you see that?"
Jay let out an elated sound while his fingers were still buried deep to catch every last twitch of your orgasm. "I see it," he muttered. "I feel it. You’re ruining the couch, angel."
Even through their words and the force of your organs that had you shaking, Sunghoon’s hips were unstoppable. It was like he had lost his grip on reality and you could tell he was on the edge of his own climax.
His hand tightened in your hair with a pushing force as a string of broken curses tore from his throat. "Holy fucking shit—Fuckkk baby girl." "Sh—Shit! You’re gonna make me cum."
It was as if it was too much for him but he didn’t pull back, he pushed further into to your mouth, the phallic head of his cock assaulting your throat.
His hot spurts of cum shot down, making you gag and the cum overflow but he wasn't done, he somehow managed to keep thrusting, trying to fuck every last drop back into you with so much heat that your eyes rolled into the back of your head.
"Easy, Hoon. You're going to choke her," Heeseung's voice broke through the fog, still calm but carrying that undeniable authority. He reached forward, wrapping a hand around Sunghoon's shoulder and physically hauling him back.
The moment the pressure vanished and you heard the squelch of his cock pulling out from your mouth, you collapsed forward on the sofa. You couldn't seem to catch your breath, the air was whistling in your lungs as you coughed uncontrollably. Strings of white, pearly cum trailed from the corners of your mouth, dripped down your chin and carved wet paths through the sweat on your neck.
Jay moved over to catch your jaw, he started to pull at the hem of his shirt and made an effort to wipe the mess from your face but it was a lost cause—you were completely ruined. He looked down at you, his thumb tracing the swollen line of your lower lip and his eyes went soft for a minute. "You okay? We can stop if you've had enough. You're shaking like crazy."
The room went still for a heartbeat and all four sets of eyes tracked the way your chest heaved. You swallowed hard, still tasting Sunghoon heavy on your tongue and looked up through your lashes. A defiant smile making its way to your lips, even though a stray tear from overstimulation rolled down your cheek.
"No," your voice was barely audible over the sound of your own heartbeat. "You haven't even fucked me yet. Isn't that what you promised?"
A charged silence followed your words before Jake let out a sharp laugh that sounded more like a bark. "Jesus Christ," "She's a total fucking freak. I love it."
Before you could even think to retort, Heeseung's hands were on your hips hauling you up and flipping you over, forcing you onto all fours in the center of the sofa. Your knees sank into the plush leather and your head hung low, making your hair shield your face as you felt the cold air of the room hit your exposed pussy.
Heeseung seemed to love keeping you suspended in that agonizingly sharp moment of anticipation, your breath wouldn’t stop hitching as your patience dwindled, you felt the blunt head of his cock begin to drag along your wet folds. He was taking his time, coating himself in the mess Jay had left behind, teasing the entrance until you were mindlessly rolling your hips back to find him.
"D—Don’t tease!" You shrieked at him, so desperate to be filled, he finally pushed in slowly, it was so intrusive that you felt like you were being split wide from the inside out. His size was unforgiving and every millimeter he gained seemed to stretch your walls to their absolute limit. You were starting to tremble, your elbows buckling as you tried to stay upright and in a moment of total overstimulation, you twisted your neck to look back at him.
That was a mistake.
The second your eyes met his dark, blown out ones, completely hollow of any pity, his face hardened and he reached forward, large hand wrapping firmly around the front of your throat, not to choke you but to force your head up and arch your spine, causing a violent surge of his hips that buried his cock all the way inside your pussy.
"FUCK!" You screamed straight from your lungs, the impact was so sudden it knocked the air out of you, leaving you gasping as your walls squeezed down around him in a reflexive grip.
"Nngh—fuck," he grunted, dropping his forehead to the space between your shoulder blades at the feeling of you clenching. His fingers tightened slightly on your neck to hold you steady against the force of his own intrusion. "You're so fucking tight. Doll, are you sure you’ve been fucked before?"
Regardless of his pussy drunk concern, he didn’t give you a second to adjust, picking a speed that had him bottoming out with every single thrust, making the world blur into a cloud of white light and the steady slap of skin meeting skin.
You found a way to open your eyes and were immediately met with Jay standing just inches from your face with his hardened dick in his hand, stroking at the view in front of him. The sight of him with completely unfiltered hunger in his eyes made you reach out to try to grab him yourself but your fingers grazed his thigh instead.
"Yeah? You want this too, angel?"
You couldn't even find your voice, you could only bob your head in a nod while Heeseung's hips collided with your ass.
"Say please," Jay commanded.
"Ah—nhh, please..." you whined, the sound breaking into a jagged sob as Heeseung bottomed out again. "Please, Jay...please fuck my mouth."
He kneeled on the couch on the space between your hands, the heat of him hit your face before he tapped the heaviness of his length on your outstretched tongue. You were a complete mess, your hands clinging his thighs for balance while your body was tossed back and forth between the two of them.
Heeseung shifted his angle and suddenly he wasn't just pounding into you anymore, he began to grind into that spot that had your toes curling into the leather. It wasn't the raw friction Sunghoon had used to fuck your face—it was a slow and deliciously exact pressure that made you pull off Jay’s cock for a second.
"Oh my God! Right there! Fu—Ah!" A broken string of moans escaping you, you looked up at Jay with your eyes glazed and watering. "Jayyy, Heeseung...Heeseung’s fucking me so good...It’s so good, Jay!"
Jay watched your face contort with the pleasure Heeseung was providing. "Yeah?" Jay rasped with an instant competitive heat and pushed his way back into your mouth, forcing you to take him deep but not as deep as Sunghoon. "You like that? You like how he's stretching out your little pussy?"
Just as you were starting to manage the dual invasion of Jay and Heeseung, a new spark ignited at your core. Someone had reached beneath you, finding your clit with his fingers and rubbing down until he heard you moan.
"W—Wait! Too much!"
The scream was raw and echoed off the high ceilings as you realized Jake was the source of the new pleasure. A new pleasure so overwhelming it turned you into a delirious mess of babbles.
"Thank you—fuck—thank you so much!" You cried, your head thrashing against the sofa cushions, completely abandoning Jay’s dick. "It’s so big...my pussy! Oh my God! Heeseung, it feels so good!"
You dug your fingers into the leather and began to throw your ass back with an erratic force, you were weaponizing your own body, slamming back against him so hard that he let out a choked off grunt, his hands scrambled to find purchase on your waist cause you had completely hijacked his rhythm. He was losing his control, it made his breath come out in ragged, stuttering hitches as you ground your pussy on his fic harder and harder.
"Wait—oh shit—doll, slow down," Heeseung managed to say but his voice a mess. He was trembling and muscles were all corded and tight with how hard he was struggled to keep up with your manic pace. "I'm gonna...fuck...can I cum? Can I cum inside you, doll?"
"Yes! Yes!" you keened. "Give it to me, Heeseung—fill me up, please, please just do it! Please give me your cum!"
Maybe Jake was starting to feel felt out or neglected, maybe that’s why his eyes got this strange kind of glee in them when he delivered three stinging slaps directly to your swollen clit.
The impact was the final straw and you knew you didn’t stand a chance, your vision went dark at the corners and for the second time in less than an hour a wave of fluid erupted from your pussy, soaking Heeseung's thighs and the sofa in a hot jolt. At that exact moment, Heeseung lost the battle, letting out a guttural roar and having his fingers bruise your hips when he surged forward one last time and pinned you down, dumping his entire load deep inside your overstimulated cunt.
The expensive fabric of Zoya's dress was now a lost cause, it was a ruined topographical map of cum streaks and the translucent evidence of your own multiple orgasms. You were slumped against the leather with your skin hot when Jake leaned into your space. He looked down at you with a fake pout, his bottom lip tucked out in a way that would have been endearing if his eyes weren't so eager.
"You look absolutely undone," Jake said softly, a little playfully too while he traced a smudge of Sunghoon's cum on your cheek. "Are we done? Because you haven't even touched me yet and I'm starting to feel a little neglected over here."
Heeseung was a complete afterthought at this point, slumped back against the sofa cushions with his chest heaving, he looked entirely fucked out and content to just watch the rest of them continue to use you. Jay snorted as soon as he saw his captain sidelined before he reached out and tugged you toward him.
He didn't give you a choice in the positioning, quickly sitting back and pulling you onto his lap so that your back was pressed against his firm chest, your legs straddling his thick thighs in a reverse cowgirl that left you bare and vulnerable.
"I can be a bit rough, angel," Jay warned in a low voice that traveled straight through your spine. He leaned forward and let his lips graze the shell of your ear. "Just tap my arm if you need me to slow down, okay?"
You were able to give him a weak nod but right before you could even settle into the new position, the dynamic shifted. Jay's hands slid down, hooking the firmly under your knees and hauling your legs upward until your thighs were pinned against your chest. He shifted his grip and locked his fingers behind your head in a makeshift full nelson that made your chest thrust forward and your pussy completely bared to the room.
Jake quickly stepped in and helped Jay's guide his length to your entrance. The thrust of him was so creamy and squelching due to the mixture of Heeseung's and your cum but it didn't stop the way your pussy still felt stretched and overstimulated.
"Oh fuck—!"
You were completely at his mercy, pinned between his solid frame and the air, with no way to pull back or adjust the depth. Jay didn't waste a second of your shock, snapping his hips forward with animalistic strength that made your entire body jostle with every strike.
You became a passenger in your own body, your head lolling forward cause you had no choice, he ruined what was left of your composure with a speed you had no hope of escaping.
The sound Jake's loud commentary and the heavy, satisfied sound of Heeseung's laughter became nothing more than background static the moment Jay's lips grazed the damp skin of your earlobe, to whisper like he didn't want anyone else to hear. "Look at you," he hissed and words rattled in your skull.
His arms tightened under yours, pulling your chest even tighter against the position so he could fuck into you with sickeningly perfect thrusts. "Taking all of me like a champ while they just watch. You're so fucking wet, I can hear it every time my dick goes inside you. Do you like being our little showpiece? Do you like how much of a mess we've made of you?"
You tried to gasp, tried to find some response but he caught your ear in his teeth in a sharp nip. "Answer me, angel," he ordered and you couldn't help but clench harder at the sound of his sexy voice in your ear. "Tell me how good it feels to have me giving you this good dick. Tell me you're never going to be the same after tonight."
The way he spoke was so different from Sunghoon's cold commands or Heeseung's calculated dominance. He seemed to be utterly depraved while he detailed exactly what he was doing to your body, using words that made you feel like you were going insane.
"Nnh—Jay—"
"Yeah, that's it," he rasped, increasing his pace until you were bouncing helplessly in his grip. "Keep saying my name like that. Let them watch you cum apart for me. You're so fucking perfect, I'm gonna lose it if you keep squeezing me like that."
You were a complete disaster in his arms, like his words were actively bypassing your brain and heading straight for your pussy. He was pinning you to his chest and whispering every filthy thought he'd had about you since he first spotted you tonight, and with every word, he pushed you closer to the edge of your third orgasm you weren't sure your body was ready for.
The physical barrier of Jay's body didn't stop Jake, he seemed to be a creature of opportunity and when his eyes caught onto the wet frothing friction of Jay’s cock pounding into you, he darted his tongue out to trace Jay’s cock, catching the pearly drops of cum that had pooled at the base of him, and then he made a torturous trek upward. He licked right over the tension of your stretched entrance with his tongue firm and flat, before landing straight on your clit.
"Mmm—Jake—NO—!"
Your scream was harsh, heavy with the evidence of total sensory overload that vibrated through Jay's chest. You weren't just getting fucked anymore, they were taking you apart from the outside in. Every time Jake's tongue swirled over your now extremely sensitive nub, a fresh jerk of aching pleasure sang through your whole body to the point where all you could do was kick your feet and moan. "Oh my God! Oh shitttt! Fuck!" "Nggh—My pussy!"
"Look at you," Jay said into your ear so lowly that no one could hear him over the sound of your cries. "She's losing her fucking mind, Jake. Look at how she's shaking."
Jake didn't answer him with words, he just doubled down, mouth sucking, spitting and slurping until your vision was spotting. He was working in perfect tandem with Jay—the blunt force of the thrusts bottoming out inside you while Jake’s wet mouth kept you on the very edge of another violent climax.
You were a mess of incoherent sobs and frantic hitches as the room blurred into a haze of salt and the overwhelming scent of four men who were determined to see exactly how much you could take before they finally broke you for good.
"Hey," "You think you can handle more? You think that pretty little pussy of yours can take two cocks at once?"
Your brain was mid short circuiting from the overstimulation of both of them leaving you totally incapable of actual thought. You just wanted to be good for them, you wanted to be the perfect, ruined thing they so badly desired.
"Yes," you sobbed into the quiet of the room, making eye contact with Jake who had with tongue flat out so Jay was brushing up against it too. "Yes, please...I can take it."
Jay eyes locked onto Jake's with a competitive look. "She says she wants both, Jake. Get in here."
Jay didn't stop, but he did shift his rhythm, slowing the full nelson into a heavy grind that still kept you anchored while Jake stepped into the space between Jay's spread legs. Jake was vibrating with a feverish drive, his eyes were blown wide when he looked down at the slick mess of your pussy, mostly from him spitting and slurping all over it.
He spat a dollop directly onto your pussy again and the heat of it was a stark difference to the cooling fluids already coating your skin. Looking at him above you, all you could notice was how he was undeniably the heaviest and thickest you’d seen all night but you didn’t even get the chance to appreciate it before he decided to slap the heaviness of his cock directly on your swollen clit.
"Ah shit! Fuck Fuck Fuck—!" Your toes curled mid air.
He was massive in a way that made Sunghoon and Heeseung look manageable by comparison and who had struggled to take them, so how would you manage this?
"Look at you," Jake mocked, guiding the thick weeping head of his cock into your pussy, right alongside where Jay was still buried deep and grinding just on that spot. "You’re already stretching out for me. You’re such a good little slut, aren’t you?"
He began to push his way in, not waiting for your body to adjust around two massive cocks inside you. The stretch was agonizing, you felt like your walls were being pressed flat against your pelvis. You were being split in two, the two of them worked in sync to draw out the high pitched whimpers from your throat, bullying their way into your pussy until you were stuffed to the brim.
"That's it," Jay whispered in your ear, tightening his arms to keep you from collapsing under the weight of them both. "Take these cocks, angel. Show us how much you can really take."
His words made the room start to blur in a spectrum of light and the heavy thud of the sofa hitting the wall. Jay and Jake had found a devastating coordination—a seamless tag team assault where one was bottoming out against your cervix just as the other was pulling back to the entrance. You were never left empty, never given a second to recoil or catch a single, clean breath.
"God, Jay, your cock feels amazing," Jake barked out in a manic laugh while he watched the way your walls buckled and pulled taut to accommodate both their lengths. "I can feel you pulsing right against me inside her. She's so fucking tight." "You always this tight, babe?"
You were barely tethered to reality not to talk of attempting to respond to him, he was asking like he and his teammate weren’t both fucking your little pussy at the same damn time. "I can’t! You’re—I’m gonna cum again! Please!"
In a moment of panicked overstimulation, you tried to blink through the sweat stinging your eyes to search the shadows for Heeseung's grounding presence or Sunghoon's cold, watchful gaze. But the living room had swallowed them whole, they were nowhere to be found, leaving you entirely at the mercy of the two most insane.
Jake had seemed to develop a fresh obsession with your clit. It was like he couldn’t stop himself from reaching out for the twitching bundle of nerves with his fingers. The shock of the cold metal of his rings against your feverish, hot skin sent a violent tremor through your entire frame.
"Ah! Wait—! N—no!"
"No? I bet you fucking love it?" "I bet you love being fucked by four random strangers, oh shit."
"I bet this is the best—oh fuck!—I’m going to cum."
"This is the best night of your life. Say it."
"Holy shit! Yes yes yes! This is the best night of my fucking life!"
"You're going to be such a pretty little ice girl for us, you know that? You’ll be the sexiest thing on the ice. Everyone's gonna to look at you and have no idea you were fucked like this, shit, like a whore on a Friday night."
The mention of the ice, the mention of the world outside this suffocating living room felt like a distant dream. Your vision started to tunnel and the edges of the room started to fray into darkness as the dual friction of their bodies and the icy bite of Jake's rings pushed you toward a ledge you couldn't come back from.
A third and what you could tell would be your most violent orgasm of the night was already beginning to bubble up in your stomach, the feeling threatened to short circuit your entire nervous system. Your walls clutched at them with a crushing strength and for a terrifying, blissful second, the world went completely silent as you felt yourself starting to slip out of consciousness right at the peak of your pleasure.
The world didn't just blur, it splintered. Your third orgasm hit you with so much force you sat on the edge of unconsciousness, you tried to hold onto the overwhelming fullness of them both but your vision had started to dissolve into static.
Through the ringing in your ears, you heard a sharp grunt when Jake suddenly pulled out. The loss of his heavy weight was a shock to your system and you were left choking for a breath you couldn't quite find.
"Fuck—"
A second later, you felt the heat of his cum splashing across your chest, the weight of it soaking into the ruined fabric of the dress and landing on your sensitive nipple. He didn't stop, his hand tugging his cock in a final rhythm to coat your skin in the evidence of how much you had ruined him.
At the exact same moment, Jay let out a low moan but he didn’t pull out, if anything, he shoved his cock deeper just as he unlocked his fingers from behind your head and you immediately felt his cum beginning to fill you up, a heavy, internal tide that pushed you over the final ledge.
The heavy sound of their breathing was the last thing you registered before you slipped into a dark, unconsciousness, completely and utterly spent.
Is that a bird? You thought. No way that’s a bird but there was a chirp piercing through the fog of your consciousness. You winced as you tried to blink the world into focus, the ceiling above you was familiar, the off white and the faint water stain in the corner were familiar but the context was all wrong.
You were in your own dorm room.
The confusion hit like a physical weight and made your heart hammer against your ribs. You felt clean too, with the lingering scent of a citrusy body wash clinging to your skin but when you managed to push yourself up, the fabric of what you were wearing felt heavy and oversized. It wasn't your silk slip of Zoya’s dress, it was a thick, grey hoodie that smelled faintly of Jay's cologne and a pair of soft athletic shorts that definitely didn't belong to you.
A sharp ache blossomed in your lower back the moment you shifted, followed by a dull soreness between your thighs that made you hiss through your teeth. So you definitely didn’t dream up last night, the memory of all four of them, from Sunghoon fucking your face to Heeseung’s grip on your throat and the brutal weight of Jay and Jake stretching you to the brink, everything came rushing back in a vivid flood.
You reached up to trace the sensitive skin of your neck. Even without a mirror, you could feel the tender heat of the hickeys littered all across your collarbone and neck. You pulled back the hem of the oversized hoodie and gasped at the blossoming bruises on your hips, they were perfectly symmetrical to where Jay and Heeseung had grabbed you.
"How did I get back here?" you whispered to yourself and reached for your bedside table, expecting to find your cracked phone screen and a half empty water bottle. Instead, your hand brushed against the wicker of a massive, overflowing gift basket. It was filled with things that had no business being in a college dorm room—high end skincare, a silk robe, a plushie and boxes of artisanal chocolates.
But sitting right at the center and gleaming under the morning sun, was a pair of professional grade figure skates looking like something you would never buy cause of how expensive you knew they were. The white leather was pristine, the blades polished to a lethal shine and as you pulled them closer, you saw your initials—your initials—expertly embroidered into the heel in silver thread.
Tucked into the laces was a small card. You opened it with shaking fingers to read the scribbled words.
Thank you for the lovely night, doll face.
— The Hockey Team
These boys had seen you at your most ruined, they had taken apart every bit of your composure until you literally blacked out in their arms and then they had washed you, brought you back to your own bed and tucked you into bed like you were something precious.
You were tracing the silver embroidery on the skates when the door to your dorm swung open with a violent bang. Zoya practically vibrated into the room in a whirlwind of excitement and messy hair, her voice was already at a pitch that made your sore head throb even more.
"You will not believe him!" she shrieked, collapsing onto the foot of your bed without even looking up. "Jungwon is—god, he's actually the sweetest human alive. He sent me like five texts checking if I got in okay, even though he walked me back and now we're going on a date tonight? I'm going to throw up, I'm so nervous. You have to help me, I need to breathe, I need—"
She stopped mid sentence when her eyes finally landed on you. Her jaw dropped as she took in the oversized hoodie, the tangled mess of your hair and the undeniable hickey just above your collarbone. Then, her gaze drifted to the massive basket and the gleaming skates.
"Oh my," she breathed, her voice dropping into a stunned, reverent whisper. "Wait...is this from Jay? Stop, that is actually so hot. Did you guys...did you actually have sex? Tell me everything!"
"Yeah…we did. Something like that."
"No way! You're kidding! And he sent all this!?" Zoya shrieked, lunging forward to tackle you into the pillows while you wracked your brain for a less insane version of the story you were going to feed her, a version where you had sex with just Jay.
Exactly three weeks later, it was hockey season and the biting chill of the practice rink felt like a sanctuary these days rather than a chore. You glided through a series of warm up laps with the other ice girls in the brand new skates that now felt like a natural extension of your own body. They were perfectly broken in, like a silent reminder of a night that still felt like a fever dream every time you closed your eyes.
Zoya was a few feet away in a blur of focus and grace. She tucked into a tight, centered spin, her arms pulling in as she gained a dizzying amount of speed. It was genuinely impressive, she had the kind of technical precision that usually took years to master and you couldn't help but pause to watch her finish with a sharp flourish. "Show off," you teased her.
She laughed but her attention was immediately pulled toward the far end of the rink when the loud thud of the gate opening echoed through the arena, followed by the aggressive clack-clack of blades hitting the ice. The hockey team was filing out for their scheduled practice and their presence instantly shifted the energy of the room from quiet focus to something loud and electric.
Jungwon didn't even bother wavering the moment he spotted Zoya, he skated straight to her in fluid movements despite the heavy pads. He caught her by the waist and leaned in to press a quick kiss to her lips that had her giggling like a schoolgirl.
"See you after?" he asked loud enough for you to hear, before skating off toward the center circle. As you watched him skate away, your eyes drifted to the rest of the team and you found Jake almost immediately. He was leaning against the boards with his helmet tucked under one arm while he watched you with those eyes. When he realized you were looking back at him, he didn't look away, instead he let his eyes drop to the silver initials on your skates before snapping back to yours with a wink that said everything and nothing at all.
Zoya’s head whipped toward you, her eyes wide cause she caught the tail end of the exchange. "Woah, woah—what was that? Jake? Seriously?" She skated closer and poked your arm with a gloved finger. "Does Jay know his teammate is giving you those kinds of googly eyes? Are you trying to start a locker room war?"
A slow heat curled in your gut but didn't say a word. You just looked at her and held her gaze for a beat, then made a deliberate show of zipping your lips together and throwing away the key with a flick of your wrist.
"Stop! You are so mean!" Zoya squealed, grabbing your shoulders and spinning you around in a circle. She started whining, her voice echoing off the high ceilings as she begged for just one little detail. "You can't do that to me! I tell you everything about Jungwon! Is it a thing? Is it a secret thing?"
You just laughed, the sound bright and clear against the ice, enjoying the way she was spiraling into a hysterical frenzy. You watched the guys start their drills—Heeseung’s effortless authority, Jay’s raw power, Jake’s erratic energy and Sunghoon’s cold precision.
Zoya could have her dinner dates and her sweet texts with Jungwon, this was a secret that no one else needed to know—except, perhaps, next year's chosen ice girl.
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UPDATE:
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✩ˎˊ˗ part of the untouchable series | enhypen masterlist
⤷ pairing — jay x fem!reader
⤷ part 1 | part 2
⤷ word count — 19.1k
⤷ taglist for the series — open !
⤷ warning/s — smut (minors dni), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), p in v, a/b/o au, alpha!jay, omega!reader, fem!reader, foul language, enemies to lovers trope, forced proximity, mentions of drinking and alcohol, lots of sexual tension, possessive!alpha jay, desperate!jay, dirty talk, overstimulation-ish, post-sex vulnerability, aftercare, mentions of the other parts from this series, not proofread
✩ˎˊ˗ summary — the line between rivalry and desire was already thin. it only took one night to shatter it completely. what started as another tense argument—sharp words, stormy eyes, too much tension—ended in something neither of you were ready for: hands on skin, lips on lips, and all the anger melting into something far more dangerous. park jongseong was supposed to hate you. you were supposed to keep your distance. but now you’re in his bed, your scent on his skin, and the worst part? he doesn’t want to leave. and neither do you.
The night air wrapped around you like silk, cool and crisp, carrying the soft scent of the manicured gardens surrounding your family's sprawling estate.
You stood there at the top of the marble steps, the soft click of your heels echoing faintly as you shifted your weight, arms crossed loosely over your chest, the impatient glint in your eyes betraying your excitement.
Then the deep purr of a luxury engine broke the night’s calm, headlights slicing through the darkness like knives.
You straightened, heart skipping a beat when a stretch Rolls-Royce limo pulled smoothly into the circular driveway, tires crunching softly against the gravel.
A small, amused laugh bubbled out of you, completely unfiltered, as the sheer absurdity of it hit you.
The driver, wearing a crisp black suit and cap, stepped out swiftly and bowed a little as he opened the door.
The second the heavy door swung outward, a wave of noise, laughter, and expensive perfume spilled out, and you didn’t even have a chance to react before Heeseung’s mate shrieked—
“There she is! Get in, get in!”
You were yanked into the limo with a strength that made you stumble forward, your laughter filling the plush interior.
Arms wrapped around you, kisses were pressed to your cheeks, and a dozen perfectly manicured hands flitted over your shoulders, your hair, your waist—admiring, fixing, fawning.
The girls looked at you like you hung the stars.
“She’s illegal!” Jungwon’s mate wailed dramatically, clutching her heart.
Jake’s mate reached for your waist, turning you around slightly to get the full view. “I hate you. You’re disgusting. How are you real?”
"You’re basically Chanel’s wet dream," Sunghoon’s mate added, fanning herself dramatically with a hand.
You couldn’t help it, your smile stretched wide and mischievous as you smoothed your hands down the sleek, impossibly expensive fabric of your fitted black dress.
It clung to you like a second skin, the slit on the side teasing glimpses of your legs with every slight movement, while the pearlescent choker around your throat gleamed.
"Is it too much?" you asked, tilting your head, voice dripping with faux-innocence.
“Too much?!” Sunoo’s mate let out a noise of pure disbelief, practically throwing her clutch down on the seat. "Girl, you’re going to cause deaths."
The limo began to glide forward, the city lights outside a smear of golds and blues against the windows.
Jake’s mate leaned forward, the grin on her face wicked. “I cannot wait to see Jay's face when you walk in looking like this."
Instantly, you let out a loud groan, flopping back against the leather seat, the expensive material cool against your bare skin.
"Ugh. I hate him," you deadpanned, venom thick in your voice.
The girls burst into a chorus of soft laughter and very obvious glances between each other.
“Sure you do,” Jungwon’s mate said under her breath, smirking like she knew something you didn’t.
Sunghoon’s mate leaned closer, her eyes glinting with teasing. “Totally believable, babe.”
You lifted your chin with a little sniff, grabbing Heeseung’s mate’s champagne flute and taking a sip without asking, smoothing your perfectly manicured nails down your dress with slow, deliberate motions.
“He’s an arrogant, infuriating, self-absorbed bastard. Nothing to like.” Your words were sharp, meant to cut, but your heart betrayed you, thudding a little too fast in your chest.
The girls just laughed again, louder this time, the noise bouncing off the sleek interior of the limo.
The second Heeseung’s mate dragged you through the massive front doors, the girls giggling and squealing behind you, the party slammed into your senses all at once.
The mansion was alive.
Music thundered from unseen speakers, bass pounding against the floors, lights flashing in dizzy, chaotic bursts. The thick, humid air reeked of alcohol, cigarette smoke, and dozens of clashing scents—alphas, betas, omegas, all packed into one heaving mass of bodies, grinding against each other on the dance floor or yelling over the noise.
You clung tighter to Heeseung’s mate’s arm, feeling your heart hammering against your ribs. “Remind me why I agreed to this?” you half-shouted over the music.
She just laughed, tossing you a wicked grin. “Because you love the drama!”
You barely had time to answer before you spotted them.
There, in the farthest corner of the living room, seven pureblooded Alphas stood.
A sight so commanding that even the wildest partygoers kept their distance. They didn’t have to move, didn’t have to speak—their presence alone was a warning. Even through the haze of bodies and lights, they stood untouched, untouchable.
Jungwon stood tall and sharp-eyed, scanning the room like he owned it, while Heeseung looked effortless, sipping casually from a drink, his smirk lazy but unreadable. Jake leaned against the wall, charming and easygoing on the surface but calculated underneath, while Ni-ki whispered something to Sunghoon, both of them laughing low and dangerous. Sunoo, perched slightly away from the rest, looked deceptively angelic, his sharp eyes catching every movement without even trying.
And Jay.
Jay, who had an arm draped over the back of the leather couch, the amber of his bourbon catching the light, looking every bit like he was born to rule. He didn’t laugh like the others; he barely spoke. He simply watched—until you walked in.
The moment you stepped inside, his entire focus zeroed in on you like a predator. His posture stiffened, drink forgotten in his hand, lips pressed into a hard, thin line. You could feel the weight of his stare dragging over your body.
While the boys immediately softened at the sight of their mates—smirks turning into real smiles, arms opening to pull them close—you clung to Heeseung’s mate, half-hiding behind her. Your heart hammered against your ribs as you forced yourself to look anywhere but at him.
You could feel it, the burn of Jay’s eyes following every movement, every breath, every fake laugh you let out.
“You’re playing a dangerous game,"” Sunghoon’s mate sing-songed in your ear, catching the way Jay's hand twitched again as you laughed with her.
“I'm not playing anything,” you said smoothly, reaching up to fix your earring with a practiced air of nonchalance, even though your heart was pounding so hard you were worried it might crack your ribs.
You were about to deny everything, pretend you didn’t care—
Except you could feel him moving closer. Every cell in your body screamed at his approach, and when you glanced up, there he was, cutting through the crowd like it didn’t exist.
Jay didn’t say a word. He simply shrugged off his black Prada blazer—sleek, tailored, screaming Park Jongseong—and dropped it over your shoulders with a scowl. The rich scent of his cologne laced with his scent of sandalwood and tequila wrapped around you.
Before you could even form a reaction, he turned on his heel and stormed off toward the kitchen, his drink dangerously low.
The group noticed. Conversations faltered mid-sentence, greetings paused, and suddenly every single pair of eyes was on you.
Heeseung’s mate was the first to catch herself, hiding a smug grin behind her hand, while Jungwon’s mate outright smirked, nudging you in the side with her elbow.
You stayed frozen for a second longer, clutching Jay’s expensive Prada blazer tighter around your shoulders. Your heart slammed against your ribs, the weight of their knowing stares only making it worse.
Jungwon’s mate leaned in, voice low and teasing near your ear. “Well? Go after him, stupid,” she whispered, giving you a not-so-subtle push toward the kitchen.
And without even thinking, you followed.
It didn’t surprise you to find a not-so-mini bar tucked into the far corner of the house—of course Jay would have something like this. He was already behind it, refilling his bourbon, moving with an easy, practiced grace. The dim light hit his profile perfectly, jaw sharp, brow furrowed, mouth pulled into a grim line.
You slid into one of the high stools, arms crossing over your chest beneath his jacket. The fabric was too big for you, swallowing you whole, but you didn’t shrug it off.
You didn’t even know why you were here. Anger didn’t pulse through you like before, only confusion. Confusion and the dull ache of something you couldn’t name sitting heavy on your chest.
Jay didn’t say anything at first. He grabbed a glass, poured something pink and fizzy into it, added ice with an efficient clink, then slid it toward you across the bar top without looking up.
You stared at it. Pink lemonade cocktail.
You cocked an eyebrow, arms still folded tightly. “Seriously?”
Finally, he lifted his eyes, pinning you with that same, familiar look that always made your mouth dry up. “Isn’t this your favorite?” he asked, voice low, almost like he hated admitting he knew that.
You blinked. Your mouth opened and closed, no words forming as a small, confused pout curled your lips. Hesitantly, you reached for the drink, your fingers brushing the cool glass. You nodded slowly, the tiniest, barely-there movement.
Wordlessly, you took a sip. The sweetness burst across your tongue, familiar and jarring all at once.
Jay watched you like he was trying to solve a puzzle he didn’t even want to admit he cared about. His hands flexed against the bar top, the veins in his arms standing out with the effort it took to stay casual.
You didn’t understand it. Any of it. Not the blazer. Not the drink. Not the way his stormy eyes lingered on your face like he was memorizing you.
But somehow, you didn’t pull away.
Jay set his glass down with a sharp clink, pulling his gaze away first, like it physically pained him to do it.
“I need another refill,” he muttered, voice rough, already stepping around the counter without waiting for you to say anything.
You blinked, staring after him like he had just grown two heads.
The leather of the stool creaked under you when you shifted, trying to wrap your head around the past five minutes. You slowly dragged your eyes to the wall of alcohol behind the counter—bottles of whiskey, gin, rare aged bourbons lined up like some kind of shrine, and for a moment, you just… sat there.
Thinking.
Where the hell did the Jay who used to hate you with a burning passion go?
Where was the Jay who would snap at you during business dinners, whose eyes would ice over whenever you so much as breathed in his direction?
Your lips pressed into a tight line. You were so deep in your spiraling thoughts that you didn't even notice the figure who approached until a shadow loomed over you.
“Hey there, gorgeous,” a voice crooned, low and dripping with confidence.
You blinked up, startled, into the face of Minjun—an Alpha from a prominent family. Older, ridiculously handsome, and apparently, very unaware of the dangerous ground he was treading.
“Didn’t think someone like you would be sitting here all alone,” he grinned, sliding into the stool next to you, his scent immediately clouding the air, rich and heady and far too much.
You smiled politely, schooling your face into something neutral because the last thing you needed was to cause a scene at Jay’s party.
“I’m just waiting for someone,” you said lightly, your fingers fiddling with the straw of your pink cocktail.
“Oh?” Minjun leaned in closer, clearly misinterpreting your politeness for an invitation. “Well, whoever it is, he’s an idiot for leaving someone like you sitting here. You deserve better, sweetheart.”
You opened your mouth to reply, but you didn’t get the chance.
A loud thud crashed onto the counter beside you, making you jump in your seat.
Jay stood there, a handful of new bottles clutched in one arm, the other hand braced hard on the marble, muscles straining under his sleeves. His stormy gaze burned into Minjun with a fury that could’ve leveled buildings.
“Move,” Jay snapped, voice low, dangerous.
Minjun blinked, confused, trying to play it off with a chuckle. “Relax, man. We’re just talking—”
“She’s not available.” Jay’s voice cracked like a whip across the air, sharp and venomous. His eyes never once left Minjun’s face, full of a warning so clear even the drunkest alpha would have sobered up instantly.
You froze, heart hammering against your ribs.
Minjun raised his hands in mock surrender, throwing you a half-smirk before sliding off the stool and retreating into the crowd without another word.
The second he was gone, Jay rounded on you—storming so close that you had to tilt your head up just to meet his glare.
Before you could process it, his hand clamped around your wrist, not painfully, but firm enough to leave no room for argument.
“Come with me,” he gritted out, already pulling you off the stool.
“Jay—what the hell—” you hissed, stumbling after him as he cut through the crowd, dragging you behind him like you weighed nothing.
Heads turned. You could feel the stares. The music pounded in your skull, but none of it registered—not the flashing lights, not the sea of bodies; only Jay, only his bruising grip and the boiling fury rolling off him in waves.
He didn’t stop until he shoved open a door down the hall, revealing a sleek, dimly lit guest bedroom, and practically tossed you inside before slamming the door shut behind him.
Jay stalked toward you like he wanted to tear you apart, his chest heaving, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides. You barely had time to turn around before he cornered you, his hand slamming into the wall beside your head with a loud thud, making you flinch.
“What the fuck were you doing, smiling at him like that?” he seethed, his voice rough, raw, almost shaking with the force of how hard he was holding himself back.
You glared up at him, your own anger finally snapping free.
“He was just being nice!” you snapped, shoving at his chest uselessly. He didn’t move an inch. He just pressed closer, his body heat swallowing you whole.
Jay let out a bitter, humorless laugh, his head tilting as he stared down at you like he hated the sight of you. “Nice? You think that’s what he wanted? You’re fucking clueless.”
“Why do you even care, Jay?!” Your voice cracked as it rose, sharp and broken, and you hated it—hated how much he could pull emotion out of you like it was the easiest thing in the world.
“Stop acting like you don’t fucking know,” he spat, his other hand curling into a fist at his side.
You shook your head, tears blurring your vision but you refused to let them fall yet.
“Stop acting like you care!” you fired back, your chest heaving.
He slammed his other hand into the wall on the other side of your head, the sound loud and violent, and you flinched, heart rattling against your ribs.
“You think I don’t care?” he hissed. “You think it’s easy for me?”
You swallowed hard, glaring up at him through your tears. “You hate me.”
“I fucking hate you,” Jay snarled back instantly, the words punching the air between you.
Your throat tightened painfully, but you forced the words out. “Good. Because I hate you too.”
The tension cracked—raw, ugly, alive.
Jay’s chest brushed yours with every shallow, angry breath he took. His hands were trembling where they caged you in, like it was taking everything he had not to tear the world apart.
He ducked his head lower, forehead almost brushing yours, his voice rough and raw.
“I hate the way you make me feel,” he said, almost like a confession, his teeth gritted. “I hate that you fucking get to me. That you make me feel like some—some fucking lowlife who can’t even think straight when you’re around.”
You blinked at him, breath catching, chest aching with how messy this was.
Jay laughed again, broken, “I hate that you make me want things I’m not supposed to want.”
You sucked in a shaky breath, your voice barely a whisper.
“Where do we even stand, Jay?”
He stared at you—through you—like he was trying to find the answer too. His hands finally dropped from the wall, only to grab your wrists, tight enough to make you gasp, but not enough to hurt.
“I don’t know,” he said hoarsely. “I don’t fucking know.”
The tears finally slipped free. You hated yourself for it. Hated that he was the only one who could break you like this.
Jay’s face twisted, something almost like regret flashing in his eyes, but it was gone too fast, swallowed by the anger again.
“You drive me insane,” he bit out, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe he was even standing here, having this conversation. “You ruin me.”
“You ruin me too,” you whispered back, voice breaking completely.
He stared at you like you’d ripped the ground out from under him. Neither of you moved. Neither of you could.
It was war. It was heartbreak. It was home.
And neither of you knew how to fix it.
Not when your hands were still shaking, when your breaths were still shallow, when your hearts were still trying to tear themselves free from your ribs just from being this close.
Not when the hate had always been a mask for something neither of you were brave enough to admit.
Jay's eyes dropped to your lips, so fast, so instinctive, like he didn’t even mean to—and you felt your breath hitch, a violent, helpless thing.
Your hands flexed against his hold, not to pull away—no—but to feel. To ground yourself in the heat of his skin.
He let out a low, almost broken curse, and the next thing you knew, Jay surged forward, crashing his mouth against yours.
It wasn’t gentle, it wasn’t soft, it was messy. Brutal. Desperate.
You gasped against him, your back slamming into the wall as his body pressed into yours, holding you there like he needed to anchor himself or else he’d fly apart. His hands let go of your wrists only to grab your face, rough and trembling, thumbs digging into your jaw as he tilted your head back to kiss you harder.
You should’ve pushed him away. You should’ve fought. But all you could do was clutch at the front of his shirt, fingers twisting into the expensive fabric like it was the only thing keeping you standing.
Jay kissed like he hated you. Like he needed to conquer you. Like he needed to brand you with his mouth and teeth and everything he’d been trying so hard to bury.
Your teeth clashed. Your noses bumped. It was messy and imperfect and real in a way that made your chest ache.
You whimpered against him, your knees buckling slightly, and Jay groaned low in his throat—a sound so guttural and desperate it made your head spin—before one of his arms dropped to wrap around your waist, hauling you even closer until there wasn’t a single inch of space between you.
He tasted like bourbon and rage and something heartbreakingly familiar.
He pulled back just barely, breathing hard against your lips, his forehead dropping against yours as you both struggled for air.
“Fuck,” he whispered, voice wrecked, almost like he was mad at himself. “Fuck, what are you doing to me?”
You shook your head, tears still clinging to your lashes, your heart slamming so hard against your ribs it hurt.
“You started this,” you breathed, voice small and shaky.
Jay let out a strangled sound, his hands fisting the back of your dress like he could physically keep you from slipping away.
“I’m so fucking tired of pretending,” he rasped, his words ghosting over your skin, raw and broken and bare.
You stared up at him, your throat tight, your body aching with confusion and want and a thousand other things you didn’t even have names for.
“I hate you,” you whispered again, but this time… it sounded like a plea. Like a lie. Like the saddest truth.
Jay laughed, short and sharp and bitter, and then he kissed you again, harder, rougher, angrier—like he was trying to burn the hatred out of both of you. Like he needed to punish you for existing and save you at the same time.
You clutched at him, nails scraping his chest through his shirt, desperate for something solid, something real. He growled against your mouth, and the sound lit a fire low in your stomach that scared you with how much you craved it.
You grabbed fistfuls of his shirt, pulling him even closer, practically clawing at him, needing more, needing everything.
His knee shoved between your legs, pressing against you, and you whimpered against his mouth, the sound broken and raw.
Jay ripped his mouth away, both of you panting like you were drowning.
“You think you can just look at me like that?” he rasped, his forehead knocking into yours, noses brushing, breaths mixing in harsh, heated gasps. “Smile at everyone like you’re not already fucking mine?”
Your heart slammed painfully against your ribs.
“You think I don’t, do you?” Jay growled. His hands tightened, grounding you in place. His eyes were wild, furious, pained. “You think I don’t fucking care?”
You blinked up at him, tears burning at the edges of your vision.
“I hate you,” you whispered, voice shaking. “And you hate me.”
But he shook his head, like he couldn’t believe you were still clinging to that lie.
“I don’t,” he said, voice raw, guttural, wrecked. “I don’t hate you.”
The words hit you harder than a slap.
“I wish I did,” he gritted out, jaw locking, eyes furious. “God, I wish I fucking hated you.”
Your breath hitched.
“But I can’t.” A shuddering breath. “I can’t hate you. I can’t even fucking breathe without thinking about you.”
You didn’t even realize you were crying again until his thumb brushed against your cheek, rough, almost angry, wiping the tears away like he hated seeing them, hated causing them, hated himself.
And then he kissed you again.
You gasped into his mouth as he pushed you harder against the wall, his hands roaming, feverish and trembling, like he couldn’t get enough of you, like he didn’t even know what he was doing, only that he needed more.
His fingers threaded into your hair, pulling just enough to make you whimper—a sound that made him groan low and broken in the back of his throat.
When he finally ripped away, both of you gasping, he didn’t move far. He stayed pressed against you, forehead pressed to yours, hands still framing your face like he was scared you'd slip through his fingers.
“I don’t know what this is,” he rasped, his voice wrecked, barely holding it together. “I don’t know what the fuck you did to me.”
Your hands slid up to clutch his arms, holding onto him like he was the only solid thing left in a world that was crumbling.
“Jay…” you whispered, voice shaking.
His hands dropped to your hips, yanking you closer until not even air fit between you.
But then, without warning, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you with him.
“Jay—” you started, but he didn’t even glance back.
The hallway blurred as he stormed through it, weaving past confused alphas and omegas still lingering from the party. Some of them gawked, some whispered, but Jay didn’t slow down. He didn’t even flinch.
It was like there was a fire under his skin and you were the only thing he could think about.
Your heart was racing, tripping over itself with every heavy step he took, the way his grip didn’t falter even once—like he needed you anchored to him.
Jay shoved his room open, yanked you inside, and slammed it shut behind you with a loud, final thud.
You barely had time to catch your breath before his hands were on you again, not rough to hurt, but rough in the way someone touches something they've been aching for too long.
He walked you backward without even thinking, his steps fast, heavy, until the backs of your knees hit the edge of his stupidly expensive bed.
And then he shoved you onto it.
You landed with a small gasp, staring up at him, heart hammering so violently it felt like it would burst straight out of your chest.
Jay just stood there for a second, looming over you, his chest rising and falling like he was at war with himself. Hair messy from running his fingers through it, lips swollen from kissing you, pupils blown wide with something between rage and want.
His hands fisted at his sides like he was holding himself back, like if he touched you again, he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to stop.
Jay stepped closer, until he was standing at the edge of the bed, looking down at you like you were both his salvation and his curse.
“You make me feel things I can't afford to feel, omega.” He said, voice shaking.
You reached up before you could stop yourself, your fingers tangling into his shirt, yanking him down.
He crashed into you like he’d been starving for this.
Jay hovered over you, breathing hard, his body practically trembling with restraint.
Your dress, soft, delicate, dangerous—had ridden up your thighs when he pushed you down, leaving you laid out beneath him like a goddamn fever dream.
And he looked ruined by it.
His hands slid up from your bare thighs, slow and shaky, fingertips brushing along your skin like he didn’t know whether to worship you or devour you.
You whimpered when his calloused palms grazed higher, just under the hem of your dress, and that sound—soft, desperate, for him—made him groan low and wrecked in his chest.
“Jay, please…” you breathed, voice trembling.
That was all it took.
One hand tangled in your hair, tilting your head up for a rough, searing kiss that left you gasping. His other hand slid up your dress, urgent and feverish, gripping your hip so hard you knew you’d feel it tomorrow.
“You drive me insane,” he growled into your mouth, voice wrecked and shaking. His lips trailed across your jaw, your throat, sucking harsh bruises into your skin like he wanted to mark you, like he wanted the world to know who you belonged to.
You clutched at his shirt, pulling him down, your body arching up into his without a second thought.
Jay muttered your name like a prayer, like a curse, and shoved the hem of your dress higher, revealing more skin, more of you, too much and never enough all at once.
His mouth trailed down, open-mouthed kisses against your shoulder, your collarbone, like he couldn’t decide where to start or stop. His hands shook where they gripped you, like he was barely holding himself together.
Panting hard against your skin, Jay’s hand slid over your shoulder, fingers finding the edge of the small scent-blocker patch clinging to your skin.
And before you could even process it, he peeled it off.
The moment the patch dropped onto the mattress with a soft, forgotten thud, your scent hit him full force—roses and apples, warm and sweet and so overwhelmingly you that Jay actually staggered, gripping you tighter like the air had been knocked out of him.
“Fuck,” he rasped, voice hoarse, his forehead dropping against your bare shoulder.
You barely had a second to react before he was back on you, rougher, hungrier, like the leash he kept on himself had snapped the second your scent filled the room.
His mouth crashed back to your skin, leaving darker, messier marks along your neck and collarbone, branding you with bruising kisses. His hands fisted your dress, dragging the fabric higher, desperate to feel more, touch more, claim more.
“You smell…” Jay broke off with a low, guttural groan, his nose burying into the crook of your neck, inhaling deep like he could never get enough. “You smell like fucking heaven.”
You whimpered, your body arching into his without even thinking, fingers scrambling at his shoulders for any kind of hold.
Your scent clung to him now—threaded into his clothes, his skin, his lungs—until Jay felt like he was burning alive from the inside out.
Without even realizing it, his mouth traced lower, nuzzling into the exposed skin of your chest, teeth nipping lightly, scenting you instinctively with every rough kiss and broken inhale.
“Fuck…” he rasped, like he wasn’t even aware he said it, voice breaking apart at the edges. His hands slid down, framing your waist, fingers pressing bruises into your skin like he couldn’t bear the idea of not touching you.
He leaned back for a breath—just a second—and you watched, dazed and wide-eyed, as he yanked the rest of his shirt off with one furious motion, tossing it across the room.
The sight of him, bare and golden in the dim light, muscles carved from every bottled-up emotion he never let himself feel, stole the air straight from your lungs.
And then his hands were on you again. He caught the hem of your dress and dragged it up slowly, unbearably slow, baring inch after inch of your flushed skin. His eyes didn’t leave you for a second, dark and hungry, like he was memorizing every piece of you he uncovered.
You gasped when the dress finally bunched at your arms, and he helped pull it up, over your head, tossing it aside without a second thought.
You sat there, barely covered now, clad only in a delicate black lingerie set, sheer, soft lace hugging your curves, a thin barrier between you and him.
His hand reached out and ghosted over your bare waist, your stomach, your ribs. His fingers skimmed up to the soft swell of your breasts, reverent, like he couldn’t believe you were real.
“You're…” He swallowed hard, blinking like he was dizzy. “You're gonna kill me.”
You whimpered when he leaned in again, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to your bare shoulder, down your collarbone, nosing against the lace of your bra. His teeth scraped lightly against the sensitive skin above the cup, just enough to make you gasp, arching into him without thinking.
Jay groaned deep in his throat, hands sliding down to your thighs, pushing them open so he could fit between them, caging you against the bed like you were something he needed to survive.
His hands roamed—rough palms skating up your sides, thumbs brushing over the thin fabric of your bra until you shuddered, clutching at his bare shoulders like you were drowning.
You tried to speak, but all that came out was a broken sound when his lips found the soft skin of your stomach, trailing down, lower, slow and torturous.
And when he mouthed at the inside of your thigh; teeth grazing, tongue flicking—you sobbed his name, fingers burying in his hair, yanking hard enough to make him groan against your skin.
Jay pulled back, chest heaving, hair messy from your grip.
“Do you want this?” he panted, voice a hoarse command. “Tell me you want this.”
“Jay—Alpha—,” you whimpered, nails digging into his shoulders. “I want— please—”
That was all he needed.
His hand fumbled slightly, almost trembling, as he found the tiny hook at the back of your bra.
The clasp gave way with a soft snap. And Jay exhaled a sharp, broken sound when the lace slipped free, baring you completely to him.
His hands slid the straps down your arms, tossing the bra aside, but his eyes never left you—dark, glassy, drinking in every inch of newly exposed skin like he was starving.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he breathed, almost like he didn’t even mean to say it aloud.
You squirmed under his gaze, heat rising to your cheeks, but Jay wasn’t having it.
He caught your chin between his fingers, tilting your head up to meet his burning stare.
“No,” he rasped, voice wrecked. “Don’t look away. Don’t you dare.”
And then he was leaning in, pressing tender, desperate kisses over your bare chest—first to your collarbone, then lower, then lower, his mouth tracing invisible paths down the curve of your breast.
When he finally closed his mouth around your nipple, you gasped, head tipping back helplessly.
Jay groaned, sucking gently at first, then flicking his tongue over the sensitive peak, his hand sliding up to cup the other breast, thumb stroking slow circles around it.
You clutched at his shoulders, nails scraping lightly over the tense muscles there, earning a soft, needy grunt from deep in his chest.
“You feel so good,” he muttered against your skin, the vibrations making you whimper.
“So fucking good. I could spend hours just…” he kissed you again, open-mouthed and messy, “just worshipping you like this.”
Your thighs tightened around his hips instinctively, needing him closer, needing more. Jay lifted his head slightly, lips glossy, cheeks flushed, looking utterly undone.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he whispered, forehead pressing to the center of your chest, right over your hammering heart.
You shivered under him, overwhelmed by the weight of his touch, his words, the way he was looking at you like you were the only thing he ever wanted and never thought he could have.
His teeth grazed lightly over the swell of your breast before pulling your nipple into his mouth again, rougher this time, making you gasp and arch into him.
Jay growled low in his throat, like he couldn’t get enough, couldn't get closer.
His free hand slid down your side, gliding over your waist, your hip, gripping your thigh and hauling it higher over his hip, locking you closer, tighter against him.
You could feel him now—hard, throbbing, desperate through the rough fabric of his pants, and the sound that broke from his throat when you shifted against him was downright sinful.
Jay’s mouth slanted hungrily over yours, swallowing your shaky little gasps as he dragged his hand lower, past your ribs, your waist, the curve of your hips, until his fingers brushed the edge of your panties.
You whimpered against his lips, hips jerking up slightly in silent plea, and Jay groaned low in his throat, deep and guttural.
“So eager for me,” he rasped, pulling back just enough to look at you: flushed, trembling, already falling apart beneath him.
His hand dipped lower, fingers teasing along the damp fabric stretched over your core, and the sound you made, a broken little whine—nearly undid him.
“Fuck, baby…” he breathed out harshly, pressing his forehead to yours. His fingers stroked a slow, torturous path over your panties, feeling how wet you were for him, how ready.
“You’re soaked,” he said hoarsely, almost like he was in pain. "All for me."
You nodded, desperate, not trusting yourself to speak.
With trembling fingers, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of your panties and agonizingly dragged them down your thighs, kissing every inch of newly exposed skin as he went.
“Fucking perfect,” he whispered, voice almost breaking.
His fingers brushed against your slick heat, feather-light at first, like he was still trying to be gentle, still trying to hold himself back.
But the second you whimpered his name—that sweet, broken little “Jay…” he snapped.
He groaned, low and filthy, and slid a finger through your folds, gathering your wetness and circling your clit with maddening, teasing strokes.
Your hips bucked up helplessly, chasing his touch, and Jay shuddered against you.
“Good girl,” he muttered, kissing you again, “Such a good girl for me. Let me make you feel good, yeah? Let me have you.”
You barely managed a breathless nod before he slipped a finger inside you, slow but deep, dragging a moan from your throat it made him groan into your mouth.
“God, you're tight,” he muttered, sliding deeper, curling his finger just right, making your back arch off the bed. “Fucking made for me.”
Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging—needing more, and Jay rewarded you by adding another finger, stretching you open, thrusting slow and deep while his thumb rubbed slow, torturous circles over your clit.
Jay kissed your jaw, your neck, your shoulder, leaving desperate, claiming marks, never stopping his movements, never letting you catch your breath.
“You’re doing so good, baby,” he murmured, voice thick with heat and awe. “So fucking beautiful like this, falling apart for me.”
“Come for me,” he rasped, speeding up just slightly, just enough. “Come on, sweetheart. Let me feel you.”
One more brush against your clit, one more deep curl of his fingers inside you and you shattered, crying out his name, legs shaking, nails digging into his back as you came undone.
He stayed pressed against you, lips brushing your ear as he whispered, “I'm not done with you yet, baby. Not even close.”
Jay shoved his pants down with frantic, clumsy movements, not even bothering to fully kick them off, just enough to free himself.
His cock slapped up against his stomach, flushed and leaking, thick and heavy, and the way he hissed through his teeth when your eyes dropped to it, wide and starry and a little scared almost undid him.
He stroked himself once, twice, jaw clenching hard, like he was trying to calm down but was way, way past that point.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, voice wrecked.
He grabbed your hips roughly and yanked you down the bed towards him, until your legs dangled over the edge and your body arched perfectly against him.
You barely had time to gasp before he hooked your thighs over his forearms, spreading you open for him, caging you in like you were his whole world—and you were.
“God, you're so fucking pretty like this,” he rasped, eyes locked on where you were dripping for him, his cock throbbing in his fist. “So fucking perfect.”
He lined himself up, the thick head nudging against your slick entrance, and he nearly collapsed with the need to just slam into you.
But he didn’t. He pushed in, just the tip and paused, forehead pressed to yours.
“You’re mine,” he whispered, voice so broken it barely sounded like him.
You nodded, desperate tears brimming again, and that was all he needed.
With a low, shattered groan, he sank into you fully, stretching you inch by inch until you felt impossibly full, impossibly complete.
You both cried out high, ragged sounds, clutching onto each other like the world would fall apart if you let go.
“God, you're tight,” Jay gasped into your neck, his voice almost pleading. “So fucking tight around me, baby."
He bottomed out, hips pressed flush against yours and just stayed there for a moment, trembling, trying not to lose his mind from how good you felt.
You whimpered his name, begging, rocking your hips the tiniest bit.
Jay pulled out, and slammed back in, deep and hard, dragging a broken moan from both of you.
And then he did it again. And again.
Setting a rough, desperate rhythm that had the headboard slamming against the wall, your cries echoing in the small, dim room.
“Fuck— you feel— so good,” Jay choked out between thrusts, punctuating each word with a deep, body-shaking snap of his hips.
He kissed you everywhere he could reach, your mouth, your neck, your jaw, your shoulder, leaving open-mouthed, messy, desperate kisses that tasted like sweat and tears and forever.
Your nails clawed at his back, leaving angry red lines in their wake, and Jay just groaned, thrusting harder, chasing that high he’d been starving for since the moment he realized he couldn’t hate you, no matter how much he tried.
“Come for me again,” he growled against your ear, voice dark and commanding. “Come all over my cock, baby. Show me who you fucking belong to.”
The coil in your belly snapped, pleasure ripping through you like wildfire, and you screamed his name as you came, clenching hard around him.
Jay followed with a desperate moan. One last deep, shaking thrust as he spilled inside you, shuddering, pressing his forehead to yours.
Jay didn't move at first, he didn't even think about pulling out.
He stayed buried inside you, breathing you in, cradling your body like something sacred.
And then, slowly, he pressed a kiss to your jaw.
Then another.
Then your cheek.
Then your temple.
Then your nose, your forehead, your lips—over and over, soft, reverent kisses that made you shiver and melt all at once.
You whimpered, still riding the tail-end of your high, your body sensitive and trembling.
Jay whispered against your skin, his voice so gentle it broke your heart.
“That’s it, omega,” he murmured. “Ride it out for me, baby. I’ve got you.”
He kissed the corners of your mouth, your tear-streaked cheeks, your swollen lips, whispering sweet nothings between every kiss.
“So good for me,” he breathed. “So fucking perfect. My girl.”
You laughed, a breathless, teary sound, pulling him closer by the nape of his neck. He let you tug him down, let you steal his mouth in another messy, lazy kiss, your lips barely brushing as you smiled against him.
When he pulled back, his forehead pressed to yours, eyes dark and soft and burning, he asked—voice low, teasing, but almost pleading underneath: “Do you still hate me, omega?”
You gave a watery giggle, shaking your head, your fingers threading into his sweat-damp hair.
“No,” you whispered, smiling against his lips, “Not even close.”
Jay’s whole body shuddered, like your words broke something loose inside him, and he kissed you again, deeper, slower, pouring everything he couldn’t say into the way his mouth moved against yours.
And when he finally pulled back, when he looked at you, flushed and wrecked and still trembling beneath him, something primal snapped in his gaze.
His hands framed your face again, thumbs brushing your cheeks, and he leaned so close that his next words ghosted against your mouth:
“Can I mark you?”
You gasped softly, not from fear, but from the sheer gravity of it. The room felt smaller, the air thicker, like the moment itself was alive, thrumming between you.
Jay grinned, a little dark, a little cocky, but there was so much love in his eyes it made your chest ache.
“So beautiful,” he whispered, voice cracking, “You’re already mine… but I want everyone to know it.”
Your heart twisted violently in your chest. You nodded, body trembling, and tilted your head back instinctively, baring your throat to him, offering yourself completely.
Trusting him.
Jay groaned—a raw, needy sound and buried his face in your neck, inhaling deep, almost drunk off your scent.
“God, you smell so good,” he rasped against your skin, “Sweet little thing. All mine.”
Tears stung your eyes, blurring the ceiling above, but you didn’t try to blink them away.
He kissed your throat, soft, open-mouthed kisses, dragging his teeth lightly over your pulse, making you shiver.
And then, without another word, he sank his teeth into the tender spot between your neck and shoulder—not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to leave a claim.
You cried out, clinging to him desperately as the world tilted around you. Your nails dug into his back, feeling him everywhere, your own tears slipping down your cheeks unchecked.
Jay shook against you, his own tears soaking into your skin as he licked over the mark, soothing it with slow, tender kisses.
“You’re so good,” he whispered, voice thick and wet with emotion, “So perfect for me. Always have been.”
He finally pulled back to look at you. His eyes were red-rimmed, glassy with unshed tears, his hair a mess, his lips swollen, and yet he looked at you like you were his entire world.
“You’re mine now,” he murmured, a shaky smile tugging at his lips, “And I’m yours. Always.”
Morning came slow and golden.
The first rays of sunlight seeped through the sheer curtains of Jay’s room, spilling across the dark wooden floors, brushing the edge of the bed, kissing the tangle of limbs and flushed skin on top of it.
The party downstairs had long since ended.
The house was silent.
The world was silent, as if it was holding its breath for the two of you.
Jay stirred first, a sleepy, contented grumble rumbling low in his chest as he tucked you closer, nuzzling into the crook of your neck where your scent was the strongest.
You whimpered a little at the friction, your body still achy and oversensitive from the night before, but Jay just hummed, satisfied, clearly not planning on letting you go anytime soon.
His arms were like steel bands around you, one slung low around your waist, the other curled up over your shoulder, fingers twisted into your hair to keep you tucked against him.
You felt his nose nudge along your skin, his lips brushing the fresh mark he’d left on your neck, and it sent a soft, electric shiver through you.
“Mine,” he mumbled against your skin, hoarse and gravelly with sleep.
You smiled, eyes still shut, heart aching so sweetly you thought it might split open.
You shifted just slightly, enough to look up at him through heavy lashes. But he was already looking at you.
His hair was a mess, sticking up in every direction, and his eyes—usually so sharp, so burning—were soft, sleepy, a little puffy at the edges.
“Hey,” you whispered, your voice still rough.
Jay just tightened his hold, sliding his leg between yours like he needed more contact, needed you pressed as close as humanly possible.
“Don’t move,” he mumbled, voice wrecked and stubborn, “Stay.”
You laughed softly, threading your fingers through his hair, feeling him melt into your touch like a sleepy cat.
“I’m not going anywhere, Jay.”
He sighed, like he’d been holding onto that fear even in his sleep, and buried his face in your neck again, breathing you in deep.
Jay kissed the mark again, like an apology and a promise all at once, and you felt yourself tear up a little, overwhelmed by the sheer tenderness of it all.
You tightened your arms around him, fingertips tracing slow, lazy patterns across his bare back, and for a moment—just a moment— it was like nothing else in the world existed.
Just the steady beat of his heart against yours. Just the soft warmth of the morning light seeping through the curtains. Just you and him, tangled up in something too big for words.
And then—
You both flinched as your phones, discarded somewhere across the room last night, suddenly lit up like Christmas trees, buzzing so aggressively it made the nightstand rattle.
Jay groaned loudly into your neck, his arms tightening around you stubbornly as if he could somehow will the rest of the world away.
You laughed breathlessly, the sound shaky with leftover tears, and tilted your head to glance at the source of the noise—the bright, blinking screens lighting up with a flood of notifications.
“Well,” you teased, voice still rough from sleep and emotion, “I guess we’re not dead… but they definitely think we killed each other.”
Jay growled low in his throat, refusing to lift his head from your skin.
“Let them think whatever they want,” he muttered. “They can wait. You come first.”
You smiled so wide it hurt and tangled your fingers in his hair, tugging gently. “Come on, Mr. Park. We should probably let them know you didn’t actually throw me off the balcony.”
He finally huffed a reluctant laugh against your throat, but didn’t move an inch.
Instead, he moved just enough to blindly fumble around the nightstand, still pressed firmly against you.
You felt him stretch an arm out, muscles flexing as he grabbed his phone without looking, before he wrapped both arms right back around you, the device now hovering just above your line of sight.
You giggled softly against his chest as you tilted your head, watching as Jay unlocked his phone with a lazy swipe of his thumb, and immediately flinched at the explosion of messages flooding his screen.
Heeseung [8:12 AM]: BRO DID YOU KILL (Y/N) OR DID YOU KILL HER, WHAT IS IT
Jungwon [8:12 AM]: Jay? Hello? Hello???
Jake [8:12 AM]: Guys what if they’re dead
Ni-ki [8:12 AM]: HELLO HELLO HELLO WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON DID THEY FINALLY KILL EACH OTHER
Sunghoon [8:13 AM]: someone call the police im serious 🤷♂️
Sunoo [8:13 AM]: bro imagine we have to explain to the media that they died fighting 💀
Heeseung [8:14 AM]: i don’t wanna cancel our trip to jeju later wtf do i tell (y/n)’s parents i booked a private plane under their company PLEASE RESPOND
Sunoo [8:14 AM]: LMFAOOO oh wow not jay’s company huh 👀
Sunghoon [8:14 AM]: wtf i haven’t even packed yet STOP PLAYING
Jay let out a low snort of amusement, his chest vibrating against you.
You tilted your head back slightly, just enough to see the way his mouth quirked up into that slow, cocky grin you knew all too well.
Still holding you snug against him, he started typing with both thumbs, his phone wobbling slightly in the air above your face.
Jay [8:15 AM]: we’re alive. we’ll be there later.
Seconds later, another explosion of messages hit:
Ni-ki [8:15 AM]: WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN WE??????
Jake [8:15 AM]: no fucking way no no no no no
Sunghoon [8:16 AM]: yeah, i need a drink
Jay just smirked wider, lowering his phone back to the nightstand before tightening his grip on you, tugging you even closer into his chest like he couldn’t stand a single inch of space between you.
“They’re so dramatic,” he muttered into your hair, pressing a lazy kiss against the crown of your head.
“You’re literally worse.”
He hummed like he didn’t even deny it.
Before you could react, Jay moved, sweeping you up effortlessly into his arms, one under your knees, the other supporting your back. You gasped, clinging to his shoulders as he lifted you.
“Jay!” you squeaked, laughing breathlessly.
He only grinned, that lazy, devastating grin that made your heart race. “Princesses don’t walk,” he said, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
You melted into him without a fight, hiding your face against his neck, breathing him in. You could feel the steady beat of his heart against your cheek, and it made your chest ache in the sweetest way.
Jay carried you across the massive bedroom like you weighed nothing, setting you down gently on the cool marble counter of the bathroom.
He brushed your hair back with careful fingers, then grabbed a towel, wetting it with warm water.
You watched, blinking hard to keep from tearing up, as he cleaned you up with a reverence you didn’t think you deserved but that he gave you anyway.
“You’re so pretty,” he said under his breath, almost like he didn’t mean to let it slip.
You tugged lightly at his shirt, wordlessly pulling him in, and Jay leaned down without hesitation, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
When he was done, he let his hand linger against your cheek, his thumb stroking lazily.
“Alright, little princess,” he murmured, “you wanna raid my closet? Pick something to wear before we head out?”
You nodded shyly, and he grinned like he was proud of himself.
Jay helped you down from the counter, keeping a hand firmly at your waist like he wasn’t ready to let you go yet.
He guided you into the massive walk-in closet and gestured proudly.
“Take your pick, the empire’s yours.”
You snorted, rifling through his things, oversized hoodies, crisp dress shirts, soft designer sweats.
Eventually, you chose one of his favorite sweatshirts. He watched you pull it over your head with a look that could only be described as smitten.
Once the both of you were dressed, he laced your fingers with his again and tugged you toward the stairs. One hand stayed steady at your back the entire walk down, guiding you gently, protectively.
The Park estate opened up before you, morning sunlight pouring through floor-to-ceiling windows, gleaming against spotless marble floors and expensive furniture.
You blinked—there was no sign that a wild party had even happened just hours ago. No empty glasses, no discarded decorations, no mess.
The place was pristine.
Jay caught your glance and shrugged casually.
“We pay them enough,” he said with a smirk, his thumb tracing slow, comforting circles against your spine.
He led you outside, the garage doors sliding open smoothly, revealing rows of luxury cars lined up—Ferraris, Porsches, Lamborghinis.
He headed straight for a sleek black BMW, already gleaming under the early morning sun.
You squinted at it in surprise, “Not taking the Ferrari?”
Jay shot you a look over his shoulder, one brow raised.
“Please. I’m a family man now,” he said with a grin, unlocking the car. “I need to be flashy but timeless.”
You burst out laughing, covering your mouth.
He just winked at you, opening the passenger door and holding it out like a true pureblooded Alpha.
You slid inside the plush interior—the scent of leather and something distinctly Jay wrapping around you immediately.
The BMW i7, because of course it had to be the luxury electric sedan—was pure understated elegance, still sleek enough to scream money without being obnoxious.
Jay circled the front and climbed into the driver’s seat, immediately reaching for you.
One hand found your thigh, his thumb tracing lazy, possessive circles there, while the other started the engine.
The car hummed to life, smooth and silent, and Jay pulled out of the driveway like he wasn’t in a rush at all—like he had all the time in the world as long as you were sitting next to him.
Morning sunlight poured through the windshield, casting a soft glow on the sharp lines of his face, painting the air between you gold. It felt so easy, slipping into small talk. random jokes, casual teasing—the kind of mindless conversations that only came when you were at peace with someone.
But somewhere along the road, Jay’s voice dipped into something quieter, almost like he was thinking out loud.
“Y’know…” he said, thumb still tracing idle patterns on your thigh, “Heeseung almost beat the shit out of me once.”
You blinked, turning to glance at him. “Only once?”
Jay chuckled under his breath, the sound low and fond, “Okay… this time was different.”
He flexed his fingers slightly against you, gripping just a little tighter, like the memory still had claws in him.
“It was about a year ago,” he continued, his voice dipping softer, almost cautious. “I… caught a scent. It was intoxicating. It stopped me dead in my tracks.”
Your breath caught. Your chest tightened, because you already knew exactly where this was going.
“I followed it,” Jay said, a bitter laugh escaping him. “Like some idiot that couldn’t even think straight. Just moved. Through the hallways, past the South Wing… And then I wasn’t the only one. Other alphas caught it too. They started trailing after it—after you.”
You turned toward him fully now, eyes wide.
His jaw clenched, the muscles ticking. “They were talking. Joking. Saying disgusting shit. I don’t even remember what set me off, just that one of them said something like ‘whoever she is, she’s already mine’ and the next thing I knew…”
He exhaled hard, voice trembling with the weight of memory, “I lost it.”
“I fought them,” he said quietly, “right there in the middle of the hallway. Didn’t even register Heeseung yelling at me until he grabbed me from behind, slammed me against the lockers.”
Jay’s knuckles whitened around the wheel.
“Heeseung was furious. Said I was reckless. That I was scaring her. That I wasn’t thinking—just reacting.”
You closed your eyes for a second, heart thudding painfully.
“And when I looked up… you were already gone. You ran.”
The silence that fell between you was deafening and thick, like fog curling around your ribs. Like every breath was harder than the last.
Jay’s grip tightened again, “I didn’t know it was you,” he whispered. “Didn’t even see your face.”
You turned your head away, blinking fast as the car sped down the quiet streets, buildings blurring past.
Jay glanced at you, his voice lower now, “Why didn’t you tell me?”
There wasn’t any anger there, just something aching, something that bled.
You exhaled shakily. “I was scared,” you said, your voice barely there. “We hated each other so much back then… I thought if you knew, it would just make things worse. I thought you’d hate me even more.”
Jay pulled the car to a slow stop at a red light. His free hand reached over without hesitation, fingers finding yours. He threaded them together and brought your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against your knuckles.
“I knew it,” he murmured against your skin. “The moment I smelled your scent last night… it all made sense.”
You squeezed your eyes shut, emotions crashing over you like waves against a cliff as Jay’s thumb brushed over your hand gently.
“(Y/N),” he said softly, eyes locked on yours, “if I knew sooner… we wouldn’t have wasted so much time fighting. But maybe…” he smiled, small and bittersweet, “Maybe fate knew what it was doing. Maybe we had to go through all that first… just to get here.”
A smile tugged at the corners of your lips.
“Yeah,” you whispered. “Maybe we did.”
Jay didn’t look away. Not even for a second. Like if he blinked, you’d disappear again. Like he was still trying to convince himself this wasn’t a dream.
Your fingers curled a little tighter around his, “Yes,” you added, more firmly this time. “Yes… I think we did.”
The long stretch of your family’s estate driveway came into view, guarded by manicured hedges and century-old trees that swayed lazily under the late morning sun.
You barely had time to pull your phone out before the front gate began to creak open. The guards didn’t even glance at the cameras or lift the clipboard that usually held a guest list. One of them even gave a small nod toward the BMW with a knowing grin.
Jay chuckled from the driver’s seat, one hand lazily resting on the wheel. “See that?” he murmured. “Didn’t even need to flex the last name this time.”
You were already reaching for your door handle when his voice cut through, teasing, but somehow impossibly gentle.
“Not on my watch.”
Before you could protest, he was unbuckled and out of his seat, circling the car with a graceful stride. He pulled open your door like it was second nature, offering his hand as you stepped out.
You rolled your eyes, but your smile gave you away. “You know I have hands, right?”
“Yeah,” Jay murmured, already slipping one of his arms around your waist, pulling you just a little closer as he leaned in. “But I like using mine on you better.”
Your breath caught for a second, but before you could say anything back, he was already guiding you toward the front steps, his hand never leaving your waist.
As the double doors opened, the two of you were met with the low hum of movement. Staff bustling past with quick, light steps, some carrying neatly packed luggage while others adjusted flower vases or stacked up trays by the door. But even in the rush, their smiles bloomed the moment they saw you both.
“Good morning, Ma’am. Sir,” one maid greeted politely, nodding once before ducking back into a hallway with a tray of fruit.
Another paused just long enough to grin and whisper, “Welcome back,” to Jay like he was some extended family member returning from vacation.
You blinked, glancing around at the busy, borderline chaotic atmosphere. “Okay, what is happening—”
“Darling!”
Your mother’s voice echoed through the hallway before you saw her, sweeping in from the corridor that led to the kitchen, wearing a silk robe over her day dress, earrings already on like she was mid-way through prepping for lunch guests.
“Mom—?”
But before you could finish, she was wrapping you up in a warm hug, her familiar perfume wrapping around you like a second home. A second later, her arms extended to Jay with equal affection. He stepped into her embrace easily, like he’d done it a hundred times before.
“I knew it,” she murmured as she pulled back with a sparkle in her eyes. “I knew something was different when Heeseung mentioned the group trip. I had a feeling.”
Trailing behind her, your father appeared, less dramatic than your mom, of course, but no less warm. His eyes crinkled as he clapped a hand to Jay’s shoulder.
“Well, well,” he said with a low chuckle. “Took you two long enough.”
Jay only laughed softly, rubbing the back of his neck, still keeping his other arm loosely around your waist.
Your mom glanced over at the staircase, where another housekeeper was hurrying down with more of your things. “Your bags are almost done being packed, sweetheart. I told the staff as soon as I got wind of the flight being booked. Heeseung can’t keep secrets to save his life.”
You blinked. “Wait—you knew about the trip before I even—?”
“I had a hunch,” she smiled knowingly. “Mother’s instinct.”
Jay leaned closer, whispering in your ear, “They’re worse than we are.”
You bit back a laugh and turned to your mom. “I’m just gonna go upstairs and change real quick.”
She waved you off with a wink. “Take your time. I’m sure Jay will keep your father company.”
Jay remained at the base of the staircase, his hands tucked into the pockets of his slacks as he looked around the space he’d come to know like the back of his hand.
He didn’t wander or make himself at home, he stood there patiently, shoulders squared, waiting until he was invited further in.
He didn’t have to wait long.
Your father laughed, clapping a hand on his shoulder. “Come on, don’t just stand out here like a statue. Let’s sit. I’m sure we have a lot to talk about.”
Your mother smiled and motioned toward the sunlit living room just off the main foyer. “Let’s catch up before (Y/N) comes back down.”
Jay followed them into the living room, the tall windows letting soft afternoon light spill across the cream sofas and mahogany floors.
He waited until your parents were seated before taking the spot they offered, straight-backed but comfortable, like someone raised with discipline but surrounded by warmth.
“So,” your dad started, leaning forward slightly with a teasing glint in his eyes. “Tell me, how’s my favorite rival company’s heir doing? Still beating our numbers in Q2?”
Jay smirked. “Only barely. You’re making it harder every year, sir.”
“Good,” your father said with a nod of approval. “You’ll need the fight in you. So… are you planning on taking the reins before or after graduation?”
“After,” Jay replied. “Officially, anyway. But I’ve been managing one of the Park Group’s newer divisions since last year. It’s a test, sort of —my father wants to see if I can build something without the family name propping it up.”
“And?” your mom asked, interest piqued.
Jay met her eyes, confident. “It’s going well. Better than expected.”
Your father leaned back, eyebrows raised in surprise and maybe a bit of pride. “Look at that. You're already shaping up to be a better CEO than half the council. And what about your personal life?”
Jay hesitated, just for a second. Then he gave a small smile.
“Actually… that’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”
“Is this about our daughter?” your mom asked, her tone teasing but gentle.
“Yes,” Jay nodded. “I know you probably saw it coming, but something changed recently.”
He took a breath.
“We’re mates.”
Silence blanketed the room.
Your mom blinked, mouth parting slightly in shock. “You’re—? What?”
Jay nodded again. “I found out last night. I didn’t tell her immediately—I didn’t want to scare her. We weren’t exactly… in the best place before. But I’ve always known. And now she knows too.”
Your dad sat forward, processing. “Mates? As in… fated?”
Jay nodded. “Yes, sir. I couldn’t believe it either at first.”
Your mom slowly sat back, eyes still wide but brimming with awe. “We always thought you two would end up together eventually but—this?”
Jay smiled a little. “It surprised me too. But in the best way.”
Your dad looked at him for a long second before breaking into a grin and reaching forward to clap his hand onto Jay’s shoulder.
“Now that is a twist I didn’t see coming. But you know what? If there’s anyone I’d want my daughter to be bonded to for life… it’s you.”
Jay’s expression softened, something like relief and deep gratitude passing over his face.
“Thank you, sir. That means everything.”
“And now I don’t even have to threaten you to keep her safe,” your dad added with a wink. “The bond’s already doing the work.”
Your mom laughed gently. “Poor thing. He’s already halfway in love with our family.”
“Halfway?” your dad scoffed. “I think he’s already planning the wedding.”
Jay flushed slightly but smiled anyway, glancing toward the stairs where you’d disappeared minutes ago.
“If she’ll have me,” he murmured, almost to himself. “Then yeah… I am.”
And as if summoned by the warmth in his voice, the faint sound of heels tapping echoed faintly from the top of the stairs, but not quite loud enough to carry into the living room if it hadn’t been for the silence that followed Jay’s confession.
You emerged, one hand brushing down the sleek fabric of your dress, the other adjusting the strap of your purse. “Did I miss anything?” you asked casually, a small smile playing on your lips.
Jay turned his head—and for a second, he could only stare. You were matching him.
From head to toe—Prada. The rich black of your dress mirrored the stitching of his blazer. Your heels were delicate but sharp, and your purse swung gently from your fingers like you’d been born to carry it. Like fate had handpicked this exact moment to knock the wind right out of him.
Jay let out a quiet, breathless laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. “Not a thing,” he said softly, rising to his feet.
Your parents, sitting just nearby, shared a knowing look. The kind only longtime friends and now amused parents could understand. Jay didn’t miss it. He offered a respectful nod, then turned his full attention to you.
With an easy, instinctive grace, he walked toward the stairs and extended his hand to you. “Let me,” he murmured, voice low as if the act itself was something sacred.
You didn’t hesitate. Your fingers slid into his, and his touch was warm. He supported you gently as you stepped down, the way he always did when no one else was looking. Except now, everyone was.
Behind you, your mother smiled at the sight while your father quietly cleared his throat, trying to mask the fond grin tugging at his lips.
“Well, don’t let us hold you two up,” your dad said, standing. “You’ve got a trip to prepare for, right?”
“We’ll have the staff help with your luggage,” your mom added with a wave. “Already had some of them load the bags into the car, figured you wouldn’t mind.”
Jay gave them a polite bow of thanks. “Thank you, ma’am. Sir.”
But your mom only chuckled, waving him off. “Oh, hush. We’re practically family now.”
Jay glanced back at you, his fingers still wrapped gently around yours.
“Ready?” he asked, voice soft, just for you.
You nodded.
“Always.”
The ride to the airport was calm, the kind of stillness that felt heavenly. Jay drove with one hand on the steering wheel, the other comfortably resting on your thigh, a new habit of his he wasn’t even subtle about anymore.
Your hand rested over his, fingers loosely laced. You didn’t need to speak. There was something peaceful about just sitting beside him.
As the city began to fade behind you, replaced by long private roads and security gates, you both recognized the road instantly. The executive terminal: exclusive, guarded, and custom-fitted to handle high-profile families like yours.
Jay slowed the car in front of the entrance gate, and before anyone could reach for IDs or protocols, the guard recognized the vehicle immediately and stepped back with a slight bow.
“Mr. Park,” he greeted. “Welcome back.”
Jay gave a nod, the shift in his expression immediate. Gone was the quiet softness from earlier, in its place was the composed, unreadable pureblood Alpha everyone knew. Shoulders squared, jaw sharp, posture flawless. This was the version of Jay the world saw. The version you used to see, too.
He drove up to the private hangar like he owned the place, parking with ease.
You reached for your door out of instinct, already used to doing things yourself.
But before you could even brush the handle, you heard him mutter low under his breath, a smirk ghosting his lips.
“So stubborn.”
“Stay put,” he added, “I’ve got it.”
You blinked, amused, and waited as he circled around to your side, opening the door with confidence only Jay could pull off. One hand reached out to help you, while the other naturally returned to your waist—always touching, always claiming.
Two staff members approached from the terminal, rolling a luggage cart beside them. And the moment they entered the scene, Jay changed again.
Eyes sharper. Back straighter. Voice clipped and clear.
He helped unload the luggage himself, ignoring the slight protests from the staff. Calm, professional. Cold, even. The full effect of a pureblooded Alpha.
The staff didn’t dare question him, only nodded along and took the bags with a silent understanding.
Then Jay turned back to you, and just like that, he softened.
He walked toward you, hand naturally returning to your lower back like a reflex, you leaned into him without thinking.
He handed his keys to a man waiting off to the side—one of your family’s staff.
“Same spot as last time,” Jay said smoothly. “Make sure it’s locked.”
“Yes, sir. Safe travels.”
He nodded once, eyes already back on you. “Everything’s good,” he said gently. “Let’s go.”
But before either of you could even take a step toward the plane, the air cracked with the sound of multiple gasps and curses.
“OH MY FUCKING GOD!”
“I KNEW IT!” Ni-ki practically screamed, throwing his hands up like he'd just won the lottery. “I FUCKING KNEW IT!”
You and Jay both froze, turning slowly.
Jay’s demeanor didn’t change much—stoic, as always—but there was the smallest twitch at the corner of his mouth. The pureblooded alpha aura didn’t falter, but you knew him too well now. He was amused.
You, on the other hand, were already trying not to burst into laughter.
Ni-ki looked like he’d just witnessed history being made. “This feels illegal. I feel so betrayed. Everyone has their mates now. What the hell—”
Jungwon chuckled and patted him on the back like a grieving brother. “It’s okay, Ni-ki. One day, you’re still young.”
“I’m eighteen!”
“Exactly.”
Sunoo was fanning his mate like they were on the verge of passing out. “Baby, breathe— I told you. I told you something was going on, didn’t I? The text message!”
Heeseung had a hand on his forehead, staring at the two of you like he couldn’t compute what he was seeing. His mate was gripping his arm, whispering, “Hee, calm down, your jaw’s on the floor.”
Jake and Jungwon both had their arms around their mates, grinning ear to ear.
“Finally,” Jake muttered, practically beaming. “He actually did it.”
“I told you there was no way they hated each other that much,” Jungwon added.
Sunghoon let out a long exhale and shook his head, his mate squeezing his hand. “That’s one more bet I lost.”
“Should’ve listened to me,” Jake grinned. “I said it’d happen before the semester ended.”
“You also said they’d kill each other before finals,” Jungwon’s mate reminded him.
He shrugged. “Same thing.”
But before any of them could spiral again, a low chime echoed across the hangar.
The pilot stepped forward with a slight bow. “The aircraft is ready. You may board now.”
Jay nodded once, adjusting the strap of his carry-on while his other hand instinctively found your lower back again. “Come on.”
But you barely made it five steps before chaos exploded behind you again.
“WAIT, WAIT—YOU'RE JUST GONNA WALK AWAY?!” Ni-ki cried, storming forward and jabbing Jay repeatedly in the ribs with his index finger. “You don’t get to drop a relationship bomb and not explain anything! You’re like my older brother, and you’ve been lying to me this whole time?!”
Jay didn't even flinch. “You’re being dramatic.”
“I slept in the same house as you! I let you drive my Lamborghini Revuelto! I shared my bungeoppang with you!” Ni-ki clutched his chest like Jay had personally betrayed his bloodline. “Bungeoppang, Jay!”
The others erupted in laughter, and Jay finally cracked a tiny smirk, clearly amused but trying not to show it.
“YOU!” Sunoo’s mate pointed at you with a gasp. “Come here right now.”
Before you could even blink, you were swept right out of Jay’s reach by a very determined cluster of mates—Sunoo’s, Jungwon’s, Jake’s, Heeseung’s, even Sunghoon’s—looping their arms around yours like a pack of seagulls finding shiny treasure.
“No!” Jay called behind you, his voice laced with playful disbelief. “Don’t tell them anything!”
But it was too late. They had you now.
“How did it happen?”
“Who confessed first?”
“Did he like, chase after you?”
“Did he scent you before or after the party?!”
“Was it romantic or did he just say, ‘You’re mine now’ in that stupid alpha voice of his?”
You were laughing now, nearly breathless as they herded you up the steps to the private plane like a gaggle of gossiping aunts. “I—It’s complicated!”
“So you are scented and marked!” Sunoo’s mate screamed.
Inside the plane, Jay sighed and looked at the other alphas, already walking up with their own bags.
“She’s not making it out of this alive.”
“You’re not either,” Jake grinned. “You’re gonna be the main topic of the whole student body after this.”
Onboard, the cabin was sleek and spacious, cushioned leather seats and wood-paneled walls humming with quiet luxury. Everyone was settling in—bags in compartments, jackets off, seatbelts clicked.
You were finally back beside Jay, who placed your bag in the overhead with one hand and rested the other on your thigh like it was second nature. Like it had always been his favorite place to rest.
“But, when did this even happen?!” Jake asked as he buckled in across from Jay, barely able to contain the grin on his face. “Was it before the council meeting yesterday? During the party? What?”
“I need a timeline,” Jake’s mate added, already halfway turned in her seat as she looked at you for answers.
“I second that,” Jungwon nodded, his arm draped lazily around his mate. “The whole council is going to have a meltdown when they find out. I want to know exactly when to be ready.”
Ni-ki was practically vibrating in his seat. “You said you hated (Y/N)!” he cried, pointing accusingly at Jay with narrowed eyes. “You said she made your blood boil!”
Jay blinked. “So-so, I said she was annoying, infuriating, exasperating, bothersome, and tiresome. ”
“Same thing!” Ni-ki snapped, voice cracking in betrayal.
Sunghoon, who had been leaning back with his arms crossed, let out a sigh and casually tossed a bag of chips across the aisle. “There, there, you big baby,” he muttered.
Ni-ki caught the bag with deadly precision, sending Sunghoon a sharp glare. “This isn’t over.”
Jay just rolled his eyes, the faintest smirk on his lips as his hand found your thigh again.
“Seriously, though,” Jake leaned in a bit, tone curious. “When did it happen? You two hated each other for years.”
Jay gave your leg a small squeeze, glancing at you for confirmation before answering. “Just yesterday, really,” he said simply. “It… clicked.”
“‘Clicked,’ he says,” Sunoo muttered with a shake of his head. “We need to talk about how to define ‘clicked’ from now on.”
The soft ding of the seatbelt sign echoed through the private jet, signaling it was safe to move around. Heeseung’s mate immediately perked up, turning to Jay with a cheeky grin.
“Can we steal her for a bit?” She asked, motioning to you already mid-laugh with Sunoo’s mate and the others gathering near the lounging area at the back of the plane.
Jay sighed dramatically, but the corners of his mouth betrayed the amusement he tried to hide. His hand lingered on your thigh for a second longer before he gently pulled away.
“Fine,” he murmured, leaning in to press a warm, tender kiss to your cheek. “Have fun, but don’t forget whose seat that is.”
You giggled, giving his hand a squeeze before letting the girls tug you toward the oversized cream leather couch that wrapped around one corner of the plane. It was cozy and softly lit, with plush pillows and just enough privacy from the boys still seated at the front.
Sunoo’s mate—who had somehow befriended one of the flight attendants like they’d known each other for years—flashed a wink and raised a single hand in the air.
“Champagne, please? For… celebration purposes.”
The attendant giggled and nodded, “Coming right up.”
As laughter erupted from the girls’ side, the guys remained at the front, scattered across the seats. Heeseung slowly stood and made his way to Jay’s side, his expression more thoughtful than stern. He dropped into the seat across from him, arms loosely crossed over his chest.
“I’m gonna ask you something,” Heeseung began, his voice low enough to be serious but not confrontational. “And you better answer me straight.”
Jay looked up, posture instinctively alert. “Go ahead.”
“You didn’t force her into this, right?” Heeseung asked, brows furrowing slightly. “Because I remember the incident. I had to physically pull you back from losing it. And even though I didn’t get to be around her as much as I wanted when we were younger, I still saw (Y/N) as a little sister. You know that.”
Jay didn’t speak for a second. His gaze shifted briefly toward you—legs folded under you, glass of champagne in hand, laughing at whatever nonsense Ni-ki’s mate just said. Then back to Heeseung.
“I didn’t force anything,” Jay replied softly. “Not a single thing. I didn’t even realize how bad I wanted her until I saw her cry… and I couldn’t do anything about it. But no. She chose this. She chose me.”
Heeseung nodded slowly, leaning back. “Okay. Good. Just had to make sure.”
“And if I did?” Jay challenged lightly, one brow raised in a smirk.
He flashed a smile, one canine subtly showing. It wasn’t meant as a threat, but rather instinct; a silent, unspoken flex only pureblooded Alphas understood.
“Then I’d have to throw you off this plane mid-air,” Heeseung replied with a half-smile. “With no parachute.”
“Fair.”
From behind them, Sunghoon added, “Same goes for if you ever make (Y/N) cry again. Just saying.”
“Noted.”
Jake leaned over the armrest with a mock-serious look. “If she texts me anything longer than three sentences sounding even slightly sad, I’m storming your house with Jungwon and Ni-ki.”
“I’ll bring my baseball bat,” Ni-ki offered with a casual shrug.
“I’ll bring my lawyer,” Jungwon quipped.
Sunoo, from the side, rested his chin on his palm. “And I’ll cry. Loudly. And dramatically. For hours.”
Jay couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped him. “Wow. Emotional blackmail and legal threats? That’s impressive.”
“You mess with (Y/N), you mess with all of us,” Heeseung shrugged. “You knew the deal the moment you fell for her, we’re like her annoying big brothers.”
Jay just nodded, more affected than he let on. “I know. She’s worth all of it.”
At the back of the plane, you peeked toward the front and found Jay already looking at you. He gave you the softest smile—one none of them had seen before today—and you swore your heart did a little flip.
You mouthed, ‘You okay?’
He just nodded, mouthing back, ‘Perfect.’
And then Ni-ki’s voice cut through the air like a bullet.
“I still can’t believe you managed to keep a secret relationship for a whole day! From me!?” Ni-ki wailed dramatically, arms flung into the air like it was the end of the world.
“Ni-ki, oh my god,” you groaned from the couch, laughing so hard you almost spilled your drink. “We didn’t even try to hide it. You’re just blind.”
“That’s a lie and you know it!” he pointed accusingly, already gearing up for another round of outrage.
Jungwon’s mate leaned in from the other couch, glass of champagne in hand, a teasing smile tugging at her lips. “It’s okay, boo. We’ll tease you just as much when you find your mate.”
Ni-ki went completely still.
“Hell no.”
The entire cabin erupted into laughter—Sunoo actually snorted, and Jake nearly spilled his water as he doubled over. Even Heeseung cracked a grin while shaking his head.
“Oh my god, he looked like you asked him to give up one of his cars,” Jungwon wheezed, pointing at Ni-ki.
“I’d consider giving up one of my cars,” Ni-ki deadpanned, eyes narrowed. “But getting mated? That’s permanent.”
Sunghoon lifted his glass in salute. “Such a big baby.”
Ni-ki glared at him. “Say that again and I’ll tell your mate you cried at Titanic.”
Sunghoon gasped, nearly choking on his drink. “You said that was a safe space!”
You were breathless from laughter, cradling your glass to your chest as Jay sent you a soft smile.
It was warm. It was real. And for the first time, it didn’t feel like some fantasy or secret—just yours. And his.
The descent was smooth, but the moment the plane’s wheels kissed the ground, excitement hummed like electricity in the air. As the door opened and the stairs were lowered, the scent hit you all almost instantly—warm, salty, and heady. The ocean.
Jungwon was the first to breathe it in, eyes widening slightly. “Smells like freedom.”
Ni-ki stepped out right behind him, inhaling deeply. “Smells like salt and sand in my shoes.”
“Not this again,” Sunghoon muttered, shaking his head as he slung an arm over his mate’s shoulder.
The group was ushered into waiting black SUVs—sleek, polished, and already air-conditioned. The kind of airport-to-hotel service only the wealthy were used to.
You and Jay naturally took one car, while the rest split into their own pairs and groups. The ride was scenic, the road winding along cliffsides with views of the sprawling sea, sun dipping low in the sky.
At the hotel lobby, grand and gilded in a way that didn’t feel showy—just expensive—everyone gathered by the reception desk, carry-ons in hand. Bellboys already whisked away the rest of the luggage.
The front desk staff handed out keycards with practiced grace.
“Couples get the honeymoon suites,” Sunoo teased with a smirk, flashing his and his mate’s matching keycards.
Ni-ki dramatically dropped his carry-on with a groan. “Thank God! I was about to stab my eyeballs out if I had to witness one more mushy couple moment.”
“Why are you so dramatic?” Jungwon laughed, ruffling his hair as he passed by.
“It’s a skill,” Ni-ki sniffed, picking up his bag with a huff.
Your suite was at the far end of the top floor, quiet and private—like everything about it had been carefully curated. The moment you stepped inside, your breath caught.
It was magic.
Wide open, marble floors, soft white furniture, walls made of glass overlooking the ocean. A king-sized bed sat at the center of it all like royalty, and the sound of the waves crashing in the distance filled the space like a lullaby.
You walked towards the balcony, the sliding glass door already slightly ajar, letting in the salty air and golden light. The view made you pause completely.
Endless ocean. A stretch of ivory beach. The horizon bathed in sunset orange.
You smiled softly, leaning on the railing. Behind you, Jay’s lingered. His arms circled around your waist, pulling you back into his chest as he leaned his chin gently on your shoulder. A soft kiss was pressed to the top of your head.
“You good?” he asked, voice low and warm.
You nodded, your fingers playing with his. “Do you want another room? I know you like your peace and quiet.”
He let out a soft laugh and shook his head. “This view is so much better.”
You turned slightly to catch the small smile tugging at his lips, eyes locked on you, not the sunset.
“You’re so cheesy,” you whispered, laughing.
“And yet you still love me.”
Jay’s lips were gentle but determined as they trailed along the curve of your neck, hands now resting low on your hips while the waves crashed far beneath the balcony.
The golden light from the sunset made everything glow—his skin, your cheeks, the white curtains swaying in the ocean breeze. His voice rumbled softly against your skin as he murmured something you didn’t catch, too distracted by the way his nose nuzzled behind your ear.
You were smiling like an idiot. That kind of unbothered, heart-floating smile that said: I could stay here forever.
And then, your phone buzzed.
You groaned dramatically, grabbing it from where you had left it on the lounge chair nearby, thumb tapping the notification.
my girl + and heeseung’s too [6:40 PM]: hi babes! get changed in a bit okay?? dinner’s at this five-star restaurant sunghoon booked by the beach. v romantic, dress cute 💗 see u there!
You held up the phone with a little laugh. “We’ve been summoned.”
Jay didn’t even look up. His lips were already lower—brushing over your collarbone with the kind of devotion that made your knees weak.
You smacked his shoulder, trying not to burst into a fit of laughter.
“Jay!”
He groaned and buried his face into your neck.
“I can never have nice things,” he mumbled against your skin, voice full of playful frustration. “Every time I try to be happy.”
You twisted around in his arms, cupping his face and pressing a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth. “You’ll survive.”
He followed you as you stepped back into the suite, eyes raking down your body like you were something out of a dream.
"Fine,” he sighed again, hands shoved dramatically in his pockets. “But only because I want to show you off.”
You emerged from the bathroom twenty minutes later, slipping on your gold hoops and adjusting the soft chain around your neck—and Jay’s eyes snapped to you like a moth to a flame.
You were wearing a flowy white skirt that hugged your hips like it was tailored for you, the hem falling just above your ankles and catching the light as you moved.
On top, a strapless tube blouse bloomed in soft tones of blush pink and white florals, cinched perfectly at your waist. You’d kept your makeup light, sun-kissed, a dab of gloss on your lips and shimmer on your cheekbones. The final touch was a set of gold bangles and the way your hair fell just right.
Jay’s jaw went slack for a second before he swallowed thickly and straightened his collar.
“I’m gonna fight someone tonight,” he said flatly.
You looked him over too, cheeks warming—because your man showed up in an off-white linen shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, collar undone just enough to show the chain you always stared at. He paired it with tailored beige shorts, casual but rich. Hair freshly tousled, cologne just the right amount.
“You clean up okay,” you teased.
Jay raised a brow. “Okay?”
You gave him a cheeky grin and pulled him closer by the front of his shirt. “Okay, but dangerously hot.”
He leaned in to kiss you again—until your phone buzzed. Again.
This time, it was Jungwon’s mate.
best girl [7:20 PM]: HELLO the table is literally set. we’re WAITING. pls come before ni-ki starts eating the candles.
You both groaned, bursting into laughter.
“Let’s go,” you said, grabbing your bag and slipping your hand into his. “We have an audience to shock.”
“You mean impress,” Jay corrected smugly, kissing the back of your hand before leading you out the door.
Just before stepping out of the suite, Jay leaned in one more time—his hand cradling your jaw as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. He lingered longer than he probably should have, but you didn’t mind. Your hands slid into the front of his shirt as you kissed him back, warm and sure and sweet.
When you pulled apart, his thumb grazed your cheek.
“God, you’re ravishing,” he whispered.
You laughed, breathless. “Just like you.”
The elevator ride was quiet, full of those soft looks and stupid little smiles, the kind you couldn’t wipe off even if you tried. Jay had one hand holding yours and the other stuffed in his pocket, body leaning slightly toward you like gravity itself was playing favorites.
The doors opened, and the two of you stepped out into a different world.
The sun had finally dipped below the horizon, giving way to a sky full of stars. Lanterns and fairy lights strung between palm trees danced in the breeze, while fire pits lit up the sand near the shore.
The beachfront restaurant was glowing, flames flickering and casting golden hues across everything. There were live performers by the boardwalk—someone playing acoustic guitar, a couple of dancers moving like waves—and laughter from every table filled the air like music.
And there they were: your friends. Your chaotic, perfect family.
“Finally!” Sunoo’s mate waved you over dramatically. “We were about to start a missing persons search.”
“I was two seconds away from calling the coast guard,” Jungwon’s mate added.
Ni-ki, who was mid-bite of some appetizer he’d stolen from the center platter, pointed at you both with wide eyes.
“Why do you two look like a vacation ad?”
Jay gave him a smug grin. “Because we’re happy.”
“Gross,” Ni-ki gagged.
But despite the eye-rolls, everyone lit up when you joined the group. And as Jay pulled out a chair for you like a perfect gentleman, the rest of the boys followed suit—pushing chairs in for their mates, brushing sand off seats, scooting closer to make room for elbows and chaos.
“You’d think we were in a k-drama,” Sunghoon said under his breath, but you saw the little smile he wore as he adjusted his mate’s shawl.
Heeseung leaned back, eyes drifting up to the starry sky. “Damn, it’s nice out tonight.”
“Yeah,” his mate agreed, sipping wine. “Almost makes you forget that Ni-ki tried to eat a candle earlier.”
“It looked like marshmallow wax!” Ni-ki defended, voice muffled by the bread roll in his mouth.
The whole table erupted in laughter.
“You’re going to be thirty and we’re still going to call you the baby,” Sunoo said, affectionately.
“That’s because I am the baby,” Ni-ki sniffed, flicking a piece of lettuce at Jungwon.
“You say that like it’s a flex,” Jay muttered.
“It is!” Ni-ki declared, puffing out his chest like a toddler defending their favorite blanket.
Jungwon just leaned back with a small smile, arm slung behind his mate. “Don’t worry, we’ll still tease you just as hard when you find your own mate, Ni-ki.”
“As I said, hell no,” Ni-ki said immediately. “I’m staying single forever. I’ve seen what y’all turn into—”
He gestured wildly at the group pf pureblooded Alphas helping their partners cut food, fix jewelry, pass drinks, refill plates, or in Jay’s case—who was currently leaning over to tuck your hair behind your ear with a smile so sweet it made you blush.
“—absolute whipped losers.”
Jay kissed your temple without shame. “Happy losers.”
“You’ll be one of us one day,” Jake’s mate told Ni-ki with a knowing smile.
The youngest alpha shivered dramatically. “Over my dead body.”
The laughter came easy, waves of it crashing over your little corner of paradise. You looked around at the familiar faces, the jokes that overlapped, the little touches and glances exchanged between everyone.
You felt Jay’s hand rest on your thigh under the table, giving it a gentle squeeze. When you turned to him, he was already looking at you with that soft, quiet kind of awe.
“What?” you whispered.
He leaned in, pressing his forehead to yours. “Just thinking how stupid lucky I am.”
Your heart did a full flip.
“Same,” you whispered back, lips brushing his.
And then the food arrived—plated beautifully, the scents of garlic butter, grilled meat, and warm bread snapping everyone out of their starry-eyed haze. A waiter slid a wooden board of seared steak between you and Jay, and another set down a massive tray of garlic shrimp next to Ni-ki, whose eyes lit up like Christmas.
You straightened in your seat, cheeks warm, just in time to hear Jungwon mutter across from you, “We can’t drown in steak and shrimp all night. That’s how you get greasy skin and regret.”
Jay snorted. “You sound like your dad.”
“I am my dad,” Jungwon said solemnly, lifting a fork.
You both had ordered salads earlier—more out of balance than preference. “Mine has feta cheese and baby spinach,” he said proudly, holding his plate up for a second like it was a championship belt. “You added strawberries,” Jungwon pointed at your bowl with a grimace, lifting his fork like it offended him.
“They’re balsamic-glazed,” you countered coolly, tossing your hair over your shoulder. “It’s gourmet, you can’t compete.”
“I can and I will.”
“You’re delusional,” you replied, already picking up your fork and motioning a dramatic switch. “Let’s trade for a second. Just so you can finally realize you’re wrong.”
“Oh, I’m wrong?”
Around the table, your little argument was clearly entertaining. Sunoo was chuckling behind his napkin, Heeseung was recording the whole banter, while Ni-ki—mouth full of shrimp—just mumbled, “God, they’re both so stubborn.”
But just as you and Jungwon leaned over the table, balancing forks and exchanging plates to exchange bites, a sudden voice chimed in—bright, musical, and unfamiliar.
“You’re glowing. Come! Come!”
A hand appeared at your arm before you could react, gently tugging you from your seat.
“Wait—what—?”
Before you knew it, a woman dressed in vibrant orange and red was leading you toward the stage-like dance platform built into the sand just a few feet from the restaurant tables. Laughter erupted behind you.
Another performer had already snatched Jungwon’s mate, and a third was tugging on Jay’s arm, urging him to follow you with a playful, “You too, handsome!”
Jay stood with zero hesitation, eyes fixed on you like he couldn’t let you out of his sight for more than a second. “Guess we’re dancing.”
“You are not leaving me!” Jungwon barked as his mate started dragging him up next. “You know I hate—” he yelped as she kissed his cheek mid-pull—“—dancing.”
“You’ll live!” she laughed.
Within moments, the stage was alive. The wooden floor was warm under your feet, the lights overhead casting gold and amber glows over everything. The song thumping like a heartbeat into the night. Drums, horns, guitars, and claps filled the air as the performers began spinning, clapping, moving around you with infectious joy.
You moved instinctively, hair flying around your shoulders, hips swaying with the rhythm. Your white skirt flowed with each step, golden jewelry catching glints of light as you raised your arms and let go.
And that’s when Jay forgot everything.
The music. The people. The polished table he’d left behind. Even the fact that just a few feet away, Jungwon was being twirled by his mate, canine peeking out as he laughed and tried not to trip over his own feet.
Normally, Jay would’ve never let him live that down—he would’ve teased him about the flush crawling up his neck, the way he was clearly embarrassed but still going along with it.
But not tonight.
Because Jay’s gaze was fixed on you.
You, spinning in the amber light like you belonged to the sea and sky both. You, radiant and glowing, your lips, full and glossed, were curved in the kind of smile that made something in his chest physically ache.
Your hair fluttered in the ocean breeze, strands catching the wind with every spin, every laugh, every head toss that made your gold accessories catch the light and shimmer like they were part of you.
Goddess. That was the only word that came to mind.
You looked like a goddess.
You looked divine.
The prime example of a perfect Omega. No, his Omega.
Jay stood frozen on the edge of the stage, jaw slack, heart pounding. He looked utterly and entirely wrecked. And then—slowly, like pulled by gravity he couldn’t fight—he stepped forward.
His feet moved before his brain caught up.
He didn’t care if people saw. Didn’t care if someone whispered about Park Jongseong, heir to an empire, dancing on a beach stage like some love-struck idiot. Didn’t care if the cameras snapped, if the council caught wind, if it got printed on some gossip page tomorrow.
Let them talk.
All he cared about was you.
He reached you in a daze, hands sliding around your waist like they’d been waiting for this exact moment. His fingers splayed over your hips, thumbs brushing against the exposed skin beneath your top, eyes drinking you in like he hadn’t seen you in years—like you were the most intoxicating thing in the world.
You turned your head slightly in surprise, smiling when you realized it was him. He looked at you. Like you hung the stars. Like he was completely, unapologetically, catastrophically in love.
“Hi…” you breathed, unsure whether to laugh or melt into him.
But you didn’t need to say anything else.
He pulled you closer with ease, your bodies molding together as the beat picked up again. You moved with him, spinning just slightly, your hands bracing his shoulders as his found your waist again—confident, possessive, in awe.
His gaze never broke from yours, not even as your hair flew again, brushing against his cheeks, not even as the stage swayed with laughter and movement around you. He moved with you like he’d been dancing this dance for years. Like his body had memorized yours long before this night even began.
The cheers from the crowd only grew louder. Some from your table, some strangers now clapping to the beat, watching the way Jay held you like a man who knew what he had—and wasn’t ever letting go.
His lips brushed your ear, breath hot and reverent.
“I’m so gone for you,” he murmured.
And god, he was.
Down to the bone.
Down to the softest part of him that he never let anyone see.
He dipped you suddenly, catching your weight with ease, the edge of your skirt brushing the floor, your hair cascading in the light like a waterfall of ink. You gasped, both at the move and at the look in his eyes when he hovered above you.
Not just desire.
Devotion.
He pulled you back up with that same effortless grace, holding you steady even as your knees wobbled slightly from the dip and the rush of it all.
You grinned at him, breathless. “You’re insane.”
Jay smirked, forehead falling to yours. “For you? Always.”
As the music finally slowed, a new beat taking over, softer and slower now, the two of you stayed there for a second—foreheads pressed, the world shrinking into nothing but the warmth between you. Then Jay pulled back, brushing your hair from your face with the gentlest flick of his fingers.
You hadn’t even fully turned around yet when you heard the deafening noise coming from your table.
“Go Jay! That’s my best friend!” Sunoo’s voice rang out above everything else, his clap echoing as he jumped to his feet.
Heeseung choked on his drink, nearly dropping his glass. “This is love, people! Do you see that?! This is what Shakespeare wrote about!”
Jake banged the table with both palms, voice hoarse from yelling. “I knew it! I called it first!”
“No, I did,” Sunghoon argued, which was rich coming from him, considering he was practically standing on his chair—his usual cold, unreadable expression long gone as he cupped his hands around his mouth. “I always said Jay was down bad for her.”
Ni-ki wasn’t even watching the scene anymore; he was working double-time, phone in one hand, a camera strapped to the other like some kind of paparazzi. “Everyone move! I need a clear shot! Okay, now kiss—wait, let me get this angle...”
The girls screamed like you had just walked the carpet at Cannes.
Sunoo’s mate gripped his hand, practically yanking his arm off as they jumped up and down together. “That’s my best friend too!”
Heeseung’s mate clutched his arm, pressing her face into his bicep as she let out a long, dreamy sigh. “They look like they stepped straight out of a romance movie.”
Heeseung just nodded as he calmed down, misty-eyed. “This is so real. This is soulmates. No one talk to me.”
Jake’s mate threw her head back laughing, covering her mouth with both hands. “Jay is so down bad, and I have never seen Jungwon look more flustered.”
Sunghoon’s mate nearly collapsed into Jake’s as they leaned against each other. “Those men are in love.”
Behind you, soft laughter spilled through the air as the music slowly faded.
Jungwon was hovering just a few feet away, his posture tense, entire face flushed red. His mate had her arms around his shoulders, soothing him with a hand in his hair. Jungwon had ducked down—his chin pressed to her shoulder, nose buried in her scent, his height folded awkwardly so he could hide behind her like a kid clinging to his comfort blanket.
“I bared my canines like some flustered puppy.” Jungwon muttered.
“You looked adorable,” his mate said, holding back a giggle.
“Stop,” he groaned, ears red and canines still slightly peeking out in a shy grin. “I twirled. I twirled and now Ni-ki has footage.”
He tightened his grip around his mate’s waist as Jay and you began walking back toward the table, your hands still tangled, smiles still evident on your faces.
Jungwon muttered through gritted teeth, “I’m never hearing the end of this.”
“Just wait until Ni-ki posts these online,” his mate teased.
“Kill me now.”
You passed them with a laugh, bumping shoulders with the younger Alpha, your tone light. “You looked good out there, Mr. President.”
“I—” Jungwon didn’t even finish. He just whimpered and buried himself deeper into his mate’s shoulder.
Jay raised a brow, smirking. “The twirl was nice. We should duet sometime.”
“LEAVE ME ALONE.”
You were mid-laugh, just turning back toward the table with Jungwon and his mate when a gentle tug stopped you in your tracks. Jay’s hand found yours easily, fingers lacing between yours with the kind of confidence that could only come from someone who’s been dying to hold you like this for longer than he’d ever admit.
“Wait,” he said lowly, already stepping closer, his voice practically vibrating against your skin. “Didn’t we say we were gonna go back inside to order those extra margaritas?”
You blinked, confused. “We—what? No, we didn’t—”
Jay didn’t even let you finish. “Yeah, we did. During that second spin—you said, ‘remind me to get more drinks later, okay?’” He was trying so hard not to smile, eyes glinting with mischief.
“I—Jay, I literally said ‘remind me to not trip in these heels,’ and you said ‘bet.’”
He was already dragging you backward with a grin, pulling you toward the main hall of the venue and away from the lingering stares and blinding phone flashes. “Close enough. Come on.”
You rolled your eyes but didn’t resist. Not even for a second.
“Sunoo’s going to yell at us,” you muttered, casting a quick glance over your shoulder where the others were already halfway to your table.
You raised a brow but didn’t ask. The way his hand tightened in yours was answer enough.
You let him lead you inside—through the double doors and around the corner, past the bar where laughter echoed and waiters still weaved between tables. He didn’t stop until you were in one of the quieter corridors near the side balcony, where the golden lights dimmed and the noise of the restaurant dulled behind thick velvet curtains.
The moment you stepped outside, the wind caught your hair.
It was warm, a soft breeze carrying the scent of salt and citrus and fresh linen from the tablecloths inside. The ocean was barely visible beyond the courtyard, but you could hear it—soft, steady waves brushing against the edge of the world.
Jay let go of your hand only to step behind you, his arms easily wrapping around your waist as he pulled you into his chest. You could feel the steady beat of his heart against your back, the way his chin gently dropped to rest on your shoulder.
His fingers grazed along the fabric of your skirt, the rings on his hands catching faint moonlight as they curled gently against your sides.
“Sorry for stealing you,” he murmured against your ear.
“You’re not sorry.”
“No, I’m not.”
You smiled softly, arms covering his as you let your head fall back onto his shoulder. “What’s this really about?”
Jay was quiet for a second. Then, voice low and so full of something you couldn’t name just yet, he whispered, “I wanted to see you without the noise. Just you. No lights, no cheers, no cameras. Just… you.”
Your heart jumped.
“You had me,” you said, barely above a whisper.
“I did,” he said. “But I needed you like this.”
You turned in his arms slowly, letting his hands trail from your waist to your back, and finally to your face. His thumb brushed your cheek, the look in his eyes so raw you almost couldn’t hold it.
“You looked divine out there,” he whispered.
“You made me feel like it.”
He leaned in slowly, forehead brushing against yours. “You are.”
You weren’t sure who leaned in first.
Maybe it didn’t matter—because the second your lips met, the world quieted.
It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t showy or eager or for anyone else’s eyes.
It was slow and soft.
His hand settled behind your head, thumb resting just beneath your ear, while the other wrapped securely around your waist. You could feel every inch of him against you—broad, strong, Alpha—and yet somehow he held you like porcelain.
And then, like a tide rolling in, you felt his scent bloom.
Sandalwood and tequila.
Familiar and calming. Wild and warm. It flooded around you, sweet and musky and comforting, laced with something richer—something unmistakably him. You leaned into it without hesitation, like breathing him in was second nature.
Jay pulled away only slightly, forehead resting against yours. His breath mingled with yours, and for a moment, he didn’t speak—he just smiled. Soft, stunned. Like he still couldn’t believe this was real.
“You smell like me,” he murmured after a beat, lips brushing your skin as he spoke.
You blinked up at him, dazed. “Jay…”
“I—sorry,” he chuckled under his breath. “Didn’t mean to… scent you. At least not now. I just… couldn’t help it.”
You smiled, dizzy and warm. “It’s okay. I like it.”
His eyes searched yours for something. Something unspoken. Something sacred.
And then—
“God, we’re so gross.”
You blinked. “What?”
“I mean, look at us,” he said, half-laughing as he leaned back a bit to really look at you—still in his arms, cheeks flushed, lips kiss-swollen. “Scented. Kiss-drunk. Cuddling on a balcony like we’ve been married ten years.”
You giggled into his chest. “You do realize we’ve only been dating for like… one? Two days?”
“Two,” he corrected, looking far too proud of himself. “And hey, I’m committed. I already lied to the boys and said we talked about ordering more margaritas. That’s basically a legally binding contract.”
You rolled your eyes, still smiling. “Great. So when’s the wedding?”
He grinned—slow, easy. Then softened.
“…Dunno. But I already know what your vows would sound like.”
You glanced up at him again, brows lifting. “Oh yeah?”
Jay nodded, pressing a featherlight kiss to your temple. “You’d ramble. Make fun of me halfway through. Probably cry before the end.”
“And you would black out from emotion before the officiant even got to my name.”
He chuckled, and the sound rumbled in your chest. “True.”
You let your eyes flutter shut, letting yourself sink into the quiet. The waves crashed softly below. Somewhere behind the balcony, the muffled bass of music still thudded faintly through the floor. But here, in Jay’s arms, none of it mattered.
“I feel like I’ve known you forever,” he whispered after a moment, voice barely audible over the wind.
You blinked, your gaze meeting his.
Because he had.
Jay had known you for years.
You’d grown up together—shared the same schools, same tutors, same suffocatingly formal family galas and business banquets. You sat at opposite ends of the table, always side-eyeing each other, always pretending to be indifferent. Or annoyed. Or too good to care.
But you did.
God, you both did.
So when he spoke again, there was no trace of hesitation in his voice—only something raw. Honest.
“I know it’s only been two days of… this,” he said, gesturing faintly between you. “But I’ve known you my whole life. I know how you get annoyed when someone doesn’t listen to you. Like really listen. You do this thing with your mouth—like you’re chewing back the urge to scream.”
You huffed a small laugh. You did do that.
“And I know you fix your hair a certain way when we attend board meetings. Always the same twist behind your ear, always neat, because you want them to take you seriously. Because you think they’ll underestimate you otherwise.”
Your breath hitched—because he noticed that?
Jay leaned in, his forehead brushing against yours again, eyes never leaving yours.
“I’ve always noticed.”
He kept going, smiling like he couldn’t stop himself even if he tried. “You do that little dance when you taste something you really like. You bounce a bit, right foot, then left, and your eyes light up like you just discovered magic. You did it in the plane with the mango mousse and I nearly lost my mind.”
You gaped. “I do not dance.”
“You do,” he grinned. “And it’s criminally adorable.”
You buried your face into his chest with a groan as he chuckled and hugged you tighter.
“I know you think this happened too fast,” he murmured, “but tell me this wasn’t always going to happen. Tell me we didn’t always end up here.”
You didn’t speak. You didn’t have to.
The look in your eyes said everything.
Jay smiled softly, fingers brushing against your waist. “The heir of Park Group and the heir of the (L/n) empire—caught scenting each other on a balcony. We’re gonna be tomorrow’s headline.”
You laughed through your nose. “'Childhood rivals turn lovers at tropical summit—wedding bells in sight?'”
He gave you a pointed look. “You just gave the press their title.”
“Think they’ll include how you spun me like a princess on the dance floor?”
Jay tilted his head, smirking. “If they’re lucky.”
You giggled again—then stilled when his expression softened, completely, completely sincere.
“But I don’t care,” he said, thumb sweeping gently along your cheekbone. “About the articles. The attention. The mess. I’d go through all of it. Every headline. Every interrogation. Every legacy war our families throw at us.”
“If it means I get to end up with you, I’d do it again. A hundred times over.”
You didn’t think. You just kissed him.
And this time, it wasn’t just soft. It was sure. Like everything you’d run from was finally something you wanted to run toward. His arms wrapped fully around you, pulling you closer, and his scent—sandalwood and tequila—curled around your senses again, familiar and heady and yours.
“I hated you for so long,” you whispered into the space between his lips. “I thought you were arrogant and reckless and infuriating.”
“I was,” he agreed, smiling. “Still kind of am.”
“And still,” you whispered, brushing your nose against his, “here I am.”
He laughed gently, pressing his lips to your forehead. “Here you are.”
And under the stars, wrapped in his arms, with the scent of him buried into your skin and the sea humming below, you felt something that had never made sense before.
Maybe it was always supposed to be him.
And maybe he’d always known.
Jay pressed one last kiss to the crown of your head. The type that said everything words couldn’t.
“Let’s make them talk,” he murmured against your hair, “Let them write a thousand headlines, start a million rumors. Let them say we’re insane for falling so fast—”
“Let them say we’ve always been in love,” you whispered, smiling up at him. “Because maybe we have.”
He exhaled a quiet laugh, pulling you closer still, like he wanted to imprint the moment into his soul.
The wind swayed gently around you both, soft and salty. The world faded to a low murmur—somewhere behind you, laughter echoed from the beach, glasses clinked, music shifted. But here, with his arms around your waist and your forehead pressed to his chest, everything felt still.
The kind of still that comes after the storm.
The kind of still that feels like peace.
And maybe this was what peace looked like. Not silence, not stillness—but him. Jay. The boy you grew up with. The boy you hated. The man who kissed you like he couldn’t believe you were real. The man who knew you better than anyone ever had.
The one you were no longer afraid to fall into.
“I’m yours, you know,” you said softly, not quite sure where the words came from—but they were true.
Jay looked down at you, eyes shining, no trace of his usual cool arrogance. Just warmth. Just you.
“Yeah,” he said, voice low, “and I’ve always been yours.”
You didn’t need to say anything else.
Not when his fingers slid between yours. Not when you both stood there, pressed close, breathing in the scent of forever. Not when the world buzzed on without you.
Because in that moment, it was just you and him.
Two broken pieces that had finally found where they fit.
the land has always been something you desperately wished you could walk on. be like the humans and walk among them. one dark and stormy night, you are granted your wish—but, it comes with a deadly price. and you only have one month to decide if you’re willing to pay it.
( 𝓷 )。 the rework for the lighthouse is finally here aaaa!!! i hope that you love this story as much as i do ♡♡♡ hehe~~ i still very vividly remember going into a deep dive about lighthouses and lighthouse keepers and watching a four hour documentary about them lmao… i hope you all enjoy all of the new scenes and such!! ♡
You knew that traveling to the surface was forbidden, but you couldn’t help the way that it called to you deep in the depths of the sea. Like a moth to a flame, you swam and swam until you could feel the bright sun on your wet skin. Until you could hear the sound of the waves crashing onto the nearby rocks and the distant chatter of the village nearby.
It filled you with such profound longing and want that the only thing that helped ease the feeling was to watch the way the landwalkers went about their days. You watched as giggling landwalking guppies darted from place to place and under their parent’s legs. As people shouted to passersby about the wares they were selling and people walking arm in arm.
You made sure you were always carefully hidden behind some rocks so that you weren’t seen and that your dark blue shifting tail blended nicely with the water. Still, you watched and watched for what seemed like hours.
You wondered what it felt like to be able to walk on land, to feel the rocky surface beneath your feet. Does it hurt? How does one stay upright? Is land walking to the landwalkers the same as swimming to the merfolk? These were all questions you desperately wanted to know the answers to.
Swimming away from the village’s edge, you waded through the fog along the ocean’s surface. You were just about to dive when a flickering light in the distance caught your eye. Cautiously, you decided to see what it was.
Landwalker’s buildings were already tall as it is, but this one was completely different. It pierced through the sky with a beacon of light shining from the top—almost like a second sun being held up. Your eyes widened as you drew closer, ducking behind some rocks as you surveyed the area.
It was on a small island of its own, not too far away from the island the village sat on, but far enough that you’d have to swim for a short while to get from island to island. The building was white and a deep red color like coral on the seafloor. You stared in amazement at it, climbing up onto the rock to get a better look. A tiny building was attached to the bottom of it that looked like it had seen much better days. It was beautiful, you’ve never seen anything quite like it.
Movement in your peripheral had your head snapping in its direction. The door of the small attached building swung open and a man carrying a box stepped out of it, the hat he was wearing nearly slipping off of his head and exposing his dark locks of hair blowing in the crisp wind. You ducked down on the rock a little, making sure that you were covered by the fog. He sat the box down near the entrance of the building just as a loud sound had you jumping out of your scales.
It was a deep, almost guttural sound. You tried to look for the source of it and saw that it came from the large horn near the small building. Birds flew from their perches to a quieter place and you slid off the rock, drawing nearer to the shore.
Your father’s warnings rang deep inside you, yet you tried to push his words down. Don’t go near the surface, my child. The dangerous landwalkers will lure you in and capture you so that you are never seen ever again. They cannot be trusted. They will bottle your song and use it for their wrongdoings.
You hid behind some more rocks and watched him work. He kept disappearing into the small building and if you looked up, you could almost see him between the flickering light. If he wasn’t inside, he was out tidying the area around where he worked—stacking and fixing various things. Occasionally, he would also look out to the sea, seemingly monitoring the waves and the fog before scribbling something down in what you think was called a book. When he did, you sunk down into the water until only your eyes and the top of your head was above the surface.
What interested you the most was how the man seemed to be alone. Why was he so far away from the rest of the landwalkers? What made him different? What was this building that he was working on? You had so many questions and so little answers—and nobody to ask.
You couldn’t tell any of your people that you watched the landwalkers daily. You would get into an enormous amount of trouble and would never be able to see the surface again. You didn’t want that to happen, and you couldn’t bear the thought of it. Especially with your newfound fixation on the lonely landwalker.
Instead, day after day, you watched the man work—no longer so curious about the ventures of the village landwalkers. The more you watched him work, muscles straining against his rolled up sleeves and brows furrowed, the more you noticed him. He was very handsome in a landwalker sort of way, the most beautiful out of them you’ve seen thus far. You wondered if he had a life outside of this building on the shore. Perhaps it was back in the small house a short walk away from the shore? Was his whole life on this tiny island?
You suppose you wouldn’t mind a life of solitude if you were him. Busy life in the village seemed to be overwhelming after a while. Maybe he thought the same way you did.
Dusk fell and a cold breeze swept up the shore from the waters. You had spent the whole day again watching the man work at what you now knew was called a lighthouse. He was wiping the attached building of the lighthouse down after the recent rainstorm, frustratingly muttering under his breath.
You noticed that he didn’t talk much, only a simple, quiet word here or there. At first, you thought he couldn’t speak at all, until now.
“Shit!” he hissed as he threw the rag down onto the ground. The paint was starting to peel off of the siding on the building from the harsh winds and water. “Now I’m gonna have to paint this whole building again.”
You giggled at his reaction. Your giggle must’ve been too loud because his head snapped in your direction and you quickly sunk down behind the rocks. This was dangerous, you knew that, and it already seemed that you were getting too comfortable being out in the open. Yet, you giggled to yourself more, more quietly this time as bubbles rippled up from the water. The man’s brows furrowed but he just shook his head a little. You slowly rose to the surface just as he spoke again. “Come on, Sunghoon. Don’t start losing it now,” he murmured.
Sunghoon, that was his name. You tried his name on your tongue. “Sung… hoon…” you spoke softly before smiling. “Pretty.”
The light at the top of the lighthouse burned brightly against the darkening sky, signaling that it was past the time for you to start swimming home. You turned and began swimming away from the shore, starting your journey.
Something sat heavily in the pit of your stomach and it was beginning to weigh you down. It was that same longing and want, this time more pronounced and refusing to be swallowed and digested. You stopped swimming and stared up at the bright, almost full moon in the sky.
You would give anything to walk on land, to experience life as a landwalker does and be on land. You didn’t want to be confined to the sea anymore. You didn’t want to have a tail anymore—you wanted legs. You wanted to be a landwalker, not a mermaid.
Your heart racing, an old story your father once told you interrupted your thoughts. The story of a young mermaid trading her tail for landwalker’s legs.
It was supposed to be a cautionary tale, one to ward off small merfolk from intermingling with the landwalkers, but to you, it was an answer. One you were desperate for. The tale talked about how the mermaid visited a sea witch deep down in a cave at the bottom of the ocean and begged her to change her tail for legs.
The witch and her struck a deal: the mermaid was to sacrifice four of her pearlescent scales in exchange for a week on land. During said week, the mermaid had to find the witch various hard-to-find ingredients and bring it back to her by the end of it. If she didn’t fulfill her end of the deal after the week was up, her tail would come back and she would never be able to have legs again. Only, swimming would not be as easy or as painless as it once was.
You made your decision. You were going to find the sea witch and strike a deal with her the same way the mermaid from the story did. What were a few scales and ingredients when you could finally walk on land? Finally have your dreams become reality?
Your next course of action was to find out information on where the sea witch’s cave could be.
Instead of spending your time up at the surface, you instead kept beneath the water. You asked your family and Elders about the sea witch in subtle ways, blaming your questions on your curiosity and love of storytelling. As days passed, the information you were provided pushed you more and more into the direction you were hoping for.
You had first gone to one of your Elders, a sweet and wondering smile spread across your face. You had asked her about the sea witch and her cave and about the mermaid who made a deal with her, trying to see if there was anything else to the story.
“Why do you ask?” your Elder asked, her red hair rippling in the water. Her voice was gentle, but cautious. Her gaze flicked over to you when you asked and you saw her eyes widen the slightest bit. You honeyed your smile.
“Well, its just so many little guppies take their curiosity too far, you know? Remember that little girl in the square?” You trailed off a little for good measure, sighing softly and looking off to one of the arches. You saw merfolk swim by as they looked for the book they came to the library for. “I don’t want them to accidentally stumble upon it if the cave is close. Accidentally make a deal that they shouldn’t.”
You heard her sigh and looked back to her. She set the book she was putting away back on the stack of other unorganized books. “I suppose I’ve never thought of that before… But, there’s no need to worry. The cave is quite far away—all the way near the old shipwreck. It’s deep enough that it should be hidden and someone shouldn’t find it accidentally.”
Breathing out a faux sigh of relief, you let your body dramatically relax. She smiled at you, “Thank you for looking out for the little ones. You’d make a good addition to the council one day.”
Smiling back at her, you said nothing, but nodded. That didn’t matter. Your time in the water was limited. You gave her a flutter before showing yourself out.
The next person you had gone to was your father. It was perhaps a mistake to ask him questions about the sea witch, but if you asked another Elder, they would start to get suspicious. You had no choice but to ask your father.
He furrowed his brows at you, twisting the black pearl weaved in his hair between two fingers, as he assessed your question. He was quiet for a long while, and the more time that spanned on, the more nervous you felt. Finally, he responded, “Why do you want to know, my child?”
“Well… The sea witch cannot trick any more people into deals if the witch’s torch is not lit, right? Have you and the council ever thought of just… taking it? At least so then no more merfolk could make deals?” You nervously gulped.
Your father hummed and looked away from you, deep in thought. “That would be most helpful but unfortunately the witch’s torch cannot be unlit. It’s part of the sea witch’s magic.”
Now you are getting somewhere. Foolishly, you let your curiosity get ahead of you and the next word spilled out of your mouth before you could stop it. “Why?”
Like a hammer, your father’s gaze settled on you. He swam from his seat and came to float in front of you.
“Why don’t you go get some fresh lotus for your Mother?”
It wasn’t a question, but a demand. You cast your eyes to the floor and nodded after a moment before leaving the room.
You were doing just that, collecting lotus roots, when you felt someone swim up next to you. When you looked at them, you noticed that it was someone you didn’t recognize. They didn’t say anything, and you stopped what you were doing to see what they wanted.
They were wearing a large sewn cloak of seaweed that covered their face, but you could still see their bright, shifting orange scales. Something about their tail looked off. There were patches that were smoother than others and completely rid of scales. It almost looked… sickly.
“I hear you’re asking around about the sea witch,” they said in a hushed voice.
You held the lotus roots close to your chest. Some of the buds were already starting to open. Clearing your throat, you said, “For the safety of the little ones, yes. Is that a problem?”
The cloaked figure wryly chuckled. “It is. Because you do not seek the sea witch for the ‘safety of the little ones,’ you seek the sea witch for yourself.” Your opened your mouth to speak, but they cut you off. “My wise advice for you—don’t. End this search for the sea witch, now.”
They swam away and you remained in the lotus grove utterly confused. For the rest of the day, their words stuck with you and replayed in your mind over and over. Yet, it still wasn’t enough to stop your search. The surface still called to you, and you were determined to answer it.
It felt weird to be amongst your people again. You were so busy vicariously living with the landwalkers that you forgot how different interactions between merfolk and landwalkers were. Instead of walking or running, it was swimming and tail flapping. Instead of giggles, it was a flurry of bubbles and occasional muted speech. Unless the conversation was important enough, you merfolk spoke with your hands. Merfolk swam with their tails on top of one another and their arms intertwined ahead of them.
Strangely, you felt out of place. Everything felt so different than it had once felt before. It felt like you didn’t belong under the water anymore.
You were going over the information you had gathered when suddenly the pieces all fit together. The old shipwreck… At first you didn’t know where it was but you vaguely remember your father ushering you away from it as a guppy. It was when you were out with your mother. The Elder you visited was right—it was quite far if you remembered correctly, but you had to try. And if the witch’s torch couldn’t be unlit against her will, then she might be there for you to ask a wish from her.
You twirled in excitement. The sea witch… you finally found her! You were going to have your legs that you’ve spent so many nights dreaming of, and you didn’t want to waste anymore time.
As the light rays dwindled, you quickly snuck out under the cover of darkness and began to swim towards the location, sneaking past any merfolk who were still out of their seaweed beds. Deep, deep down you swam and swam until you could barely see ahead of you. That was, until a sparkling light appeared and guided you—the witch’s torch.
You darted towards it, a nervous excitement bubbling inside of you as you drew closer and closer. You pushed all of the warnings your people gave you and all of the cautionary tales into the furthest, darkest corner of your mind. Today was the day that your life was going to change. When you reached it, a large opening with more sparkling lights beckoned you inside and you hesitantly followed them one by one.
The swim felt like it lasted an eternity as you twisted and turned, the large muscle in your tail burning and throbbing with exertion, until you saw a bright light that almost blinded you at first look. You swam towards it and surfaced from the water inside a decent sized pool in what looked like the interior of a rocky, rundown and dingy hut.
“Ah, a visitor!” a voice said and you swung around. A woman—a landwalking woman—was in front of a shelf of various trinkets and knick knacks next to a table full of jars of spices and herbs. Her voice came out more as a rasp, a scratchy sound that sounded like she didn’t use her voice much. She turned towards where you surfaced with a bright smile that was all teeth. Her dark, shadowed eyes widened and a chill ran down your spine all the way to the fin at the end of your tail.
She wore clothes that hung limply from her body and was tattered and dirty. Her hair a wild mess. When you thought of the sea witch, this is not what you were expecting. Still, you could feel the waves of power radiating off of her, and it made your heart beat faster in a twisted excitement.
She was real. The sea witch was real.
She walked towards the pool you were in. “Don’t get too many of those anymore, especially from the depths. Must be all the stories o—your people tell of me.” She chortled and you tilted your head in confusion before realizing that she had made a joke a second too late. The witch waved her hand in the air at your silence, “I kid, I kid.”
“The depths?” you asked her.
She chortled more before giving you a bewildered look. “Hm, what are they saying to you? Yes, child. I am both the sea and the land.” She turned back to the shelf, and as she did, she muttered, “At least, before that blasted curse long ago. You would think they would have some empathy… But, I digress.”
Pushing away from the shelf, the witch stepped towards you. Her tattered dress was ripped at the hems at multiple points so pieces of fabric hung from it and dragged along the stone floor. When she moved, the shells, sticks, and pearls she wore clacked together in an alluring harmony. It reminded you a little of the sea. She bent down at the edge of the pool so she was eye level with you, her messy hair fanning around her face.
“What deal did you come to make, little mermaid?” she asked, her eyes still wide and her smile still all teeth.
You waded backwards in the water slightly, but stood your ground. You swallowed, willing your voice to speak. “Legs…” you trailed softly before licking your lips. “Legs,” you said, louder and with more confidence. “I want to trade my tail for legs. I wish to walk on land like the landwalkers do—be a landwalker like them.”
“Legs,” the witch drawled out before tsking as she turned away from you in a large, dramatic motion. She grabbed a stone bowl from the top of one of her shelves, picking here and there at spices and herbs and trinkets as she moved about the room. “Always legs,” she continued. “You all could wish for anything—wings at your back, a stony gaze, the will for revenge—but you never do. Just legs. Always a deep desire to be human, what is it about them?” She spat out the last word, human, like it was stuck on the roof of her mouth.
Your brows furrowed in worry. What if she didn’t accept your deal? What if she was too tired of giving foolish mermaids like you legs to walk on land with and denied you wish?
The witch suddenly turned towards you and you jumped. “As I’m sure you know, everything always comes with a price—and this is mine. I will accept your request, but in return you must do something for me as well.”
You nodded furiously. “Y-Yes! Anything… I’ll do anything!”
The sea witch smiled, but it lacked all of the playfulness she previously possessed. Instead, it was almost cold, like she had flipped a fin. The change shocked and scared you deep to your core. You wanted to swim further back and away from her, but her gaze locked you in place and you felt paralyzed.
“In one month’s time, you must cut out the beating heart of the human you love the most and bring it to me.” The sea witch slowly leaned away from you, her eyes remaining on yours. “If you don’t fulfill your end of the deal, you will never walk on land again and you will never swim in the recesses of the ocean again either. You will instead turn to seafoam and be nevermore. That is your price, guppy.”
The way ‘guppy’ passed through her dry lips was like a bolt of lightning through water. Her scratchy voice was plain, like she said the words so many times that she simply plucked them from her memory and presented them to you. It made you sink deeper into the water and realize how foolish this dream of yours must look to others—to the one who granted the same wish to other merfolk time and time again before you. It made you feel… small.
Your eyes widened in shock and in fear. “B-But, in the story—”
The witch swiftly interrupted you, her voice harsh and grating. She leaned down to you again so fast you had no time to process it. Her teeth were sharp and her eyes were almost fully black. “In the ‘story,’ I gave that halfwitted thing a single day and every step she took felt like standing upon urchins. Be grateful, girl, that I am showing you kindness. Now what will it be? Do you accept, or do you waste my time?”
The clacking of her jewelry sounded like a ticking clock, urging you to answer quickly. “I accept!” you blurted. Your eyes widened further and you gasped softly at your own words. The sea witch’s sharp smile grew.
She got in the water and hooked her arms under you and dragged you towards the stone floor. “Yes, child!” she shouted, her voice suddenly a wondrous melody, and smoke rose all around you out of the bubbling cauldron you suddenly noticed. “A deal has been made—one you will die for to break! There’s no turning back!” She cackled loudly as she dragged you fully onto the ground, dropping you unceremoniously. You sat up, fear flooding your entire body as you froze and shook from the sudden change in temperature.
“There’s no turning back! There’s no turning back! A debt to be made, a word on contract. The beating heart shall be mine, for all you have sacrificed will be paid!” the witch shouted, cackling to herself.
The room grew dark and the light from the cauldron shimmered off of your deep blue scales. Before you could do much else, the sea witch plucked four scales from your tail and you hissed out in pain. She dropped them into the cauldron along with the trinkets and such from the stone bowl, mixing them all together with a hearty laugh.
You began to rise in the air and your tail started to tingle before becoming so unbearably hot that you started to writhe. You screamed out in pain as the smoke clouded around you and left you blind to the rest of the room. Smoke entered your lungs and you began to cough violently as fog rose above the surface of the pool and left it completely covered. You were suddenly reminded of your father’s previous words, “They will bottle your song and use it for their wrongdoings.” He should’ve told you how it wasn’t a landwalker that would steal your song, but something else entirely.
The sea witch’s voice rang in your head as she cackled more in the background. There’s no turning back.
From beyond the smoke and fog, you heard the witch shout, “Tonight, a vicious storm will brew and take you on your journey. A month from now the same storm will return, with or without you.”
You could barely hear her between your screams. You could barely hear your screams at all from the way your blood rushed to your ears. One by one, your scales ripped from your tail and withered away into nothingness. The more you writhed in pain, the more it felt like your tail was being split in two. You rose further into the air and noticed the suspended pool of water hanging above you. Suddenly, you couldn’t breathe. Like your gills had completely closed and you were suffocating. The top of your head rose into the water and despite not being able to breathe, you screamed—a shrill sound full of unabashed fear.
From the distance, you heard the sea witch’s voice again. This time she wasn’t shouting, but instead chuckling in satisfaction. She continued, “Either way, I’ll have a heart.”
As you entered the water, you were whooshed into a current that helped you breathe again. You gasped in large breaths as you spun around disoriented. The pain you felt was unimaginable. Your tail felt as if someone was ripping a leg off of a starfish. Except, instead of growing back the same, it was growing something else entirely. Something foreign that never should be growing there in the first place. More scales ripped and withered off of you as your tail split.
You tried to think about the future. Of how worth it this will all be in the end when you have your legs and you finally walk on land, living amongst the landwalkers—or humans, as the sea witch interestingly called them.
But, a thought prodded at your mind. The bargain you made and the heart you will have to bring back.
You didn’t think you could do it. You didn’t have the stomach to cut out someone’s heart, but you had no choice. Not anymore. Who’s heart will you cut out? Will you find some unsuspecting victim and force yourself to love them until you actually do, so in the end you can rip out the heart they entrusted you with? It was all so wrong. What have you done?
The current led you to the sea’s surface and in the heart of the most vicious storm you’ve ever seen. Waves crashed against you and pummeled you back down under the surface, yet each time you emerged again and again. Harsh, stinging winds slashed across your skin, yet you remained unharmed. You hoarsely yelled out in pain and looked down at the beautiful blue tail you once had, the scales a myriad of shades. You didn’t even recognize it anymore.
Instead, what you saw was a half tail, half pair of legs monstrosity. It perfectly described where you were at this current moment—between the waves of the watery life you had been stripped from and being pushed forward to the dry land of the life you will come to know. In the distance, you heard that loud, guttural sound that you recognized so well. You turned and saw the beacon of fluttering light emitting from the lighthouse standing tall against the storm.
A dark thought polluted your mind. You weren’t expecting to be spat out so close to the village. Your mind traveled to the man working the lighthouse as you fought against the waves to breathe the cold air.
What if it was his heart you cut out?
No… you didn’t want to think that. Didn’t want that thought to be true. You pushed out the thought as soon as it came to mind. Anybody, but him. Anybody, but Sunghoon. You’ve grown too fond of him during the times you watched over him. You can’t let his already seemingly lonely life be cut short by getting his heart ripped out. You wouldn’t allow yourself to do that to him.
The tormenting waves seemed to have other plans for you. It felt as if they read your mind and sensed your discomfort. They took you directly towards the shore where the lighthouse sat with purposeful glides and you started to cry.
Shock jolted you as you felt wetness roll down your cheeks just as the rain started to pour down harder from a light sprinkling. You touched your cheeks with trembling hands. The change was all too much too fast. It was so overwhelming. You weren’t expecting it to be this way.
When you heard the story of the mermaid trading her tail for legs it was nothing like this. She emerged from the water like a graceful swan, a beautiful sunset behind her that reflected off the calm sea. You couldn’t help but feel betrayed by the lies you were told.
You didn’t feel graceful, you felt forsaken. This was a journey of death, not rebirth.
The closer you got to the shore, the more regret started to pierce deep inside you. It didn’t help that the storm clouds seemed to break so the moon’s light could illuminate just you. It all felt so unfair. All you wanted to do was walk on land, why must you endure all this? Why must you love someone deeply only to rip their heart out? And why were the sea witch’s waves so hellbent on that person being Sunghoon?
Why did the excitement still flood in the pit of your belly at the thought of the life you may live after?
A second, smaller light flickered on at the tiny island you were barreling towards and you knew it was him. You watched as the small light raced towards the shore almost as fast as you were being pushed to it. The two of you were heading towards a deadly collision and you weren’t ready for it.
The waves spat you out and you washed up on the sand of the shore. You felt weak and dizzy and something else entirely that you couldn't name or figure out. Your stomach rumbled like the thunder and your head ached. You raised your head as much as you could and looked down at your new body. You were in so much pain that you almost couldn’t feel anything at all.
Sniffling a little, a laugh spilled from your lips and the corners of your mouth pulled upwards. You have legs. They may be painful at the moment and slightly numb, but you finally had them. You felt every grain against them and dug your legs further into the sand. The last remaining scales of your former life surrounded you like glittering rocks. You were surprised that they hadn’t withered away like the rest of them.
You looked up at the full moon, glowing and huge. It looked like a pearl hung in the sky. You smiled wider before inhaling deeply. You felt brand new. Maybe the whole journey was worth it in the end. A wave of sleep hit you and you struggled to keep your eyes open.
Just as your eyes began to close fully, a warm light draped over your body. Sunghoon’s worried face appeared in your view just as another wave of sleep overcame you, the ghost of a smile on your face.
As you drifted off into the unknown, the claws of regret sank into you again and it’s almost as if you could hear the sea witch’s cruel cackling. You can’t rip out his heart, you just couldn’t. You wouldn’t. Because, unbeknownst to you, that fondness you held so deeply for him was already blossoming into something more. Something dangerous. And you would protect it with your last dying breath.
It was a strange day, indeed, for Sunghoon.
More of a strange week, actually. Firstly, his assistant keeper was nowhere to be found, so he was on the small island all alone; manning all of the work and upkeep of the lighthouse on his own. As he went on about his days, Sunghoon constantly felt watched—he even swore he heard a woman’s laugh before, even saw the apparition of her along the shore, but it was just him. Maybe it was finally his time to go mad like so many of the other lighthouse keepers that came before him.
Now a vicious storm appearing out of nowhere? After his logs over the week have only shown mostly clear skies? It was all very strange to him.
Even stranger was how loud the storm was—louder than any storm he has ever heard before. It was as if it wanted to make its chaotic presence known. It had awoken him from his dreamless sleep like an alluring song. As Sunghoon scanned the waters for any possible boats or ships, a woman, illuminated by a beam of moonlight, fought against the waves and crashed upon his shore like some holy being. The storm had come so fast he barely had time to get from his bed and light his oil lantern to go out and try to assist her.
That is where Sunghoon was now, holding his lantern over your bare body as he worriedly looked over you for any injuries. You seemed completely unharmed, surrounded by shifting blue scales with pearls in your hair and shiny skin that still clung to the water from the ocean. With skin the slightest bit tinted blue and with slightly webbed hands, you almost looked… human—but, more ethereal and beautiful than anything Sunghoon has ever seen in his entire life. You were prettier than any Gibson Girl appearance the women of the village sported by far.
Realizing that he was gazing upon a woman’s naked body who he didn’t know, Sunghoon quickly sat his lantern down in the sand as he shrugged off his wet coat. He laid it over you before hooking his arms under your legs and back to carry you back to safety in his quarters, making sure to grab his lantern to light his way back through the dark. Every few seconds Sunghoon peered down to gape at you, too entranced with your beauty. It was as if he couldn’t bring himself to look away, no matter how hard he tried.
The closer to his small house and the further away from the shore he got, the storm simmered until he was at the front of his door and the skies and sea were almost calm again. Very strange, Sunghoon thought.
Sunghoon laid you down gently onto his couch and replaced his coat for one of the thick blankets strewn across the back of the couch. You were completely out cold, and probably would be for a while. Sunghoon shook his head in wonder as he stared down at you. “What happened to you? How did you manage to get caught vulnerable and alone in the middle of a storm?”
His questions would have to wait for later. Sunghoon rushed back outside and to the lighthouse. He climbed up the narrow winding staircase to the top and ensured that the lamp was still burning. After adjusting the flame, everything was back in order and the mechanism was spinning efficiently.
Sunghoon sighed as he exited the lighthouse and leaned against the wind-worn door of it for a moment. The weather was calm again and he still couldn’t quite wrap his mind around it. It felt like a storm only one would see in text of myths and legends. Thankfully, he wouldn’t have to do much cleaning up after the sudden storm. After logging everything that happened, Sunghoon ventured back down to the shore—back down to where he found you.
In the sand, he picked up some of the blue scales that had surrounded you and inspected them. They were somewhat transparent and flexible. When Sunghoon held them out to the light, they shifted from a dark blue to a deep teal color. It only left him with more questions, but he pocketed them to ask you about later.
He remembered how in the books he read, they told of mermaids and the magic that surrounded them. It said how if a mermaid were to give you one of their scales, the scale would bring you good fortune for as long as you kept it close to you. It also said how pirates would use this to their advantage to pillage other ships and take treasure for their own.
A yawn was ripped from Sunghoon’s mouth and he looked out at the moon. If his calculations were correct, he still had a couple of hours until he had to be up again for the day. Heading back to the small house near the lighthouse, Sunghoon decided to go back to sleep until either it was time for him to wake up, or you awoke. There was no point in staying awake if everything outside was calm with no signs of changing and you were asleep.
Sunghoon quickly ran upstairs and changed his wet clothes for dryer ones, making sure to bring some down for you to wear when you woke up. He sunk down into the armchair next to the couch, running his hands through his damp hair. Sunghoon glanced over to you, sleeping peacefully, with a sigh. He just hoped that nothing else strange occurred.
He got as comfortable as he could on the armchair and yawned once again. Sunghoon closed his eyes and let himself drift off to sleep.
You awoke inside a simply adorned house that you didn’t recognize. Memories rushed towards the forefront of your mind and you recalled the events you just went through. The sea witch, your new—and no longer painful—legs, the storm, and Sunghoon’s worried face. You slowly sat up and the fabric across your body fell off your shoulders and pooled in your lap.
You turned towards the window and looked out at the sky. It was still rather dark outside, but you could tell that the dawn was not too far away. The light atop of the lighthouse still flickered like a beacon in the sky and there were no remnants of whatever storm brought you here.
The surface… you were finally on it. A smile grew on your face and you turned your attention back to your new legs, flipping the fabric off of them completely to gaze upon them.
They were absolutely glorious. You giggled a little as you wiggled the tiny fingers at the end of them. They felt unusual, but you suppose you would eventually get used to the feeling. Another thought popped into your head, loud and demanding—Sunghoon.
He was asleep in the chair next to you, his body uncomfortably twisted in it. You tilted your head as you looked at him. You actually couldn’t believe it, you were finally getting a close look at a landwalker—a human. You stood on your new legs, shaking and using the couch to stabilize you. You took a shaky step towards him, and another until you were basically hovering over him and trying your hardest not to tip over and fall into his lap.
How fascinating, humans. They didn’t have any gills like merfolk did, nor the tinged blue-ish skin or shiny tail. And from what you could tell, their ears didn’t have any attached fins on them either. You touched your own ears, astonished at how different they felt. They were rounded now, and smooth to the touch. You then held out your hand and held it up near Sunghoon’s to see if there was still a difference. They were still slightly webbed, but not nearly like how they used to be. It was all so… new.
Your skin was soft and warm rather than cold, wet, and almost slick. Sunghoon’s hair also didn’t sprawl out around him like yours did when you were underwater. Instead, it covered his eyes in a dark curtain and rested softly across his cheeks.
You reached out your hand further and brushed the hair away to see Sunghoon’s closed eyes, your fingers brushing lightly across his skin. He really was beautiful. Your brows knitted together as the tips of your fingers dragged down his cheek. Did all humans look like him?
Sunghoon’s eyes cracked open and you gasped softly, pulling your hand away. You took a wobbly step back and nearly fell onto the table if it hadn’t been for Sunghoon jumping up from his chair and quickly reaching out and grabbing your waist to steady you. You both looked at each other with wide eyes and in complete silence. You were sure that even the waves halted its chorus. Sunghoon’s eyes trailed your body and his eyes widened even more before he swiftly removed his hands from your bare waist and turned his head to the side, blinking rapidly.
“T-There’s clothes on the table for you…” Sunghoon stuttered, the sleep still in his voice, as he shifted back against the edge of the armchair nervously. His eyes darted to yours before looking away again.
You gave him a confused look before turning to the table. You held up the “clothes” he was talking about in front of you and turned back to him with a puzzled look. “What… is it?” you asked. You stuck your arm through one of its various holes, confused on what you were to do with it.
Sunghoon shifted more until he suddenly fell down in the seat and he dragged his gaze up to you. You could see the way his body heated up and the redness that creeped up his neck and tinted his cheeks pink. It made him look even prettier. He took the pillow from behind him and pressed it down in his lap. “Uh… I-It’s a shirt,” he stuttered more, just as confused as you were. “You wear it?”
You lowered the shirt so you could look at him and Sunghoon looked at the ceiling. “Wear it?” you repeated. What is a “shirt” and how does one “wear it?” There was so much about a human’s life that you didn’t know. It made you excited to learn about it all.
Sunghoon cleared his throat and his brows drew together more, like he didn’t understand how you didn’t understand what he was talking about. Suddenly, realization dawned on his features and he slowly looked down from the ceiling so his eyes connected with yours. “Yeah,” he said slowly. You could see the geysers blowing in his head the more he stared at you, his eyes shifting along your face and your hair. He glanced towards the door before settling on you. “Have you seen them before?” he suddenly asked.
“From afar on humans, but never this close! We don’t wear things such as this. It’s soft,” you smiled. You then gasped, covering your mouth with your hand. You didn’t think it was wise to let him know that you were—or, use to be—a mermaid. Your father’s words came to mind again, but, as you stared at Sunghoon with wide eyes, it didn’t look like he was dangerous.
After all, he did rescue you from the storm and gave you shelter. He is even giving you some of his clothes, even if you didn’t know what to do with them or how to wear them. Maybe you could trust him with your secret before going off to the village in hopes of finding someone to fall in love with. Treat it as a farewell before you leave him to ensure your fondness doesn't grow any further.
A knowing smile grew on Sunghoon’s face and as you stared at each other for another moment, you could see him put all the pieces together himself. “Well, us humans usually wear a shirt like this,” he started, motioning down to the shirt that covered his chest. “And trousers to cover our lower half. You’re, uh, naked… right now.”
Your brows raised in shock and your fingers rose to your hair. Naked? How were you naked? Most of your pearls were still in your hair and your hair was relatively decent still. You were completely dressed.
Sunghoon slowly stood. He grabbed the shirt from you and held it in between your bodies. “I’m not sure how things work where you’re from… but here, let me help you…” He lifted the shirt and pulled it over your head through one of the holes. “Your arms go through the other two,” Sunghoon murmured awkwardly.
He then very awkwardly guided you through putting on the trousers and you quickly learned about balance and its importance.
“Thank you,” you said sincerely as you smiled at him. Sunghoon sheepishly smiled back, rubbing the back of his neck. “But, I must ask one last thing of you. The village… it’s dire that I get there as fast as possible.”
Sunghoon’s smile dropped. You leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his warm cheek. You still weren’t used to the warmth that came with humans. You then started to make your way to the door, a lot less wobbly. The kiss was risky, but you couldn’t help yourself. Sunghoon raced towards you, his arms out. “Wait!” he called out.
He held you in place by your shoulders to stop you from leaving. “You can’t leave—not without someone guiding you, and I can’t leave the lighthouse. The villagers… they’ll eat someone like you alive up there. It’s not safe.” You could tell Sunghoon wasn’t joking by the serious expression on his face.
What were you supposed to do now? “Someone like me?” you asked.
Sunghoon gave you an almost incredulous look. “You arrived in a storm completely unharmed and alive. When I found you, you were surrounded by these scales and you wear pearls in your hair…” he trailed off, like the answer was blatantly obvious. “The villagers don’t believe, but spending time here, alone, at this lighthouse will at the very least have you questioning. Nevermind the generations of journals that my family has kept stored away with tales of fair maidens from the waters and their shimmering tails.”
Your shoulders sagged. At least you didn’t have to hide what you were from him anymore—not that you were doing a good job of it anyway. “B-But… I have to go to the village!” you exclaimed.
“Listen, why don’t you stay here for a while? I’ll teach you everything you need to know—human to mermaid—and after, you can go on your merry way and live amongst us on your own!” said Sunghoon.
“You don’t understand.” You slumped down on the couch, crossing your arms. “It’s not safe for you, and I don’t have that much time.”
Sunghoon quirked a brow, chuckling, “What? Are you gonna eat me or something?” You stayed silent. He sat down on the couch next to you. “If you were, you would’ve done so on the shore or while I was sleeping. I promise that no angry mob is gonna come rowing here after you, you don’t have to worry. And, I’ll teach you everything as fast as I can.”
You sighed defeatedly, you just hoped it was fast enough for you to still find someone else. It couldn’t be Sunghoon who’s heart you ripped out. “Okay,” you murmured.
Sunghoon smiled brightly at you. “Now, what’s your name, darling?”
You finally turned to look at him again. Sunghoon had the warmest brown eyes that you couldn’t even begin to decipher, but you wouldn’t mind getting lost in them. Everything about him was warm like the feeling of the sun on your skin. Hesitantly, you told him your name.
“I’m Sunghoon, here at your service!” You laughed and he joined in with you. You almost wanted to tell him that you already knew, that you’ve been watching him, but you decided against it. It was best that he didn’t know. You wouldn’t be staying here for long anyway.
“Sunghoon,” you repeated instead, like you haven’t already said it before, “that’s very pretty.”
“A compliment, coming from a pretty woman like yourself? Well, it must be! Thank you kindly, Miss!” He smiled playfully and you rolled your eyes. There was a pang in your chest and you inhaled. Thankfully it was covered by a loud growl, causing you to furrow your brows.
Sunghoon’s face lit up in realization again. “Ah, right. You must be hungry. Let me fetch you something to eat.”
It has been about a week since you landed in Sunghoon’s care and time was ticking down. You tried to not think about how much time you had left, instead distracting yourself by helping Sunghoon around the lighthouse, but it was near impossible. It didn’t help that since the two of you were alone on the island together, you both had no choice but to be in each other’s presence and get to know each other.
Sunghoon has taught you a lot about humans throughout the week you’ve been here and in turn you’ve told him about how things worked under the water. The two of you were fascinated by each other’s stories and that, in turn, only brought you both even closer. It was a dangerous game that you couldn’t bring yourself to stop playing.
The day was clear, and as Sunghoon said, “It holds no signs of changing.”
He had taught you how to track the weather and which signs to look for that signaled an oncoming storm. You listened diligently as he explained to you clouds and how they varied from the big, white fluffy ones to the dark grey ones that led to rain. Sunghoon stopped his painting of the side of the connected building of the lighthouse, leaning his back against the dried part to watch you and listen to you speak, when you began to tell him how you tracked the weather underwater. You weren’t used to the attention, and still not used to Sunghoon’s intense gaze either, so you had kept your eyes firmly on the task at hand as you spoke of bubbles and currents.
Sunghoon didn’t take his eyes off of you, not once. You finally raised your head to meet his stare. “There’s not really ‘weather’ underwater, for the most part,” you started. “Think of blowing into a cup of water from the surface of it, and now think of that as rain up here.” You waved the hand that held the large paintbrush up towards the clouds. “That’s how we’d be able to know if it was raining up at the surface—though, going to the surface is forbidden anyway.”
You thought back to all of the times where your Elders and you father especially forbade you from even getting close to the surface—and how you would ignore their demands anyway. Although it was such a grievance then, you thought back to your father’s voice and the warning it always carried. “Don’t go near the surface, my child. They will bottle your song and use it for their wrongdoings. Landwalkers are dangerous,” you recalled aloud.
Sunghoon took a step towards you, a teasing smile pulling at the corner of his lips. “Do you think that I’m dangerous?” he asked.
You looked over at him again, a grin across your face and one of your eyebrows raised. “If anyone here is dangerous, it’s me. No offense. But, you are the one who decided to house a mermaid with no survival instincts whatsoever.”
Sunghoon laughed and it was the most glorious sound that you have ever heard. Your eyes widened a little at the sound and watched as he threw his head back, his hat almost slipping off and catching the wind. It made your own smile brighten and you laughed a little along with him. “I can’t argue with that, sweetheart,” Sunghoon spoke, the smile still lingering on his face. He had teeth that looked like little fangs and it reminded you a lot of the merfolk back home.
“So, what did make you want to come to the surface in the first place? Especially after all of the warnings you heard?” asked Sunghoon.
You continued to paint the siding as you spoke, your voice soft as you recalled the memories from long ago. “At first, I was completely against going to the surface. I thought, ‘why go through all of that trouble to put myself into a dangerous situation’? But the more that I thought that thought, the more curious I became.”
You could see the memory in your mind so vividly, it was almost like you were reliving it. “One day, one of the guppies—children,” you corrected yourself with a sheepish grin and a brief look over to Sunghoon. His complete attention was still on you. “Got curious enough to try and swim up to the surface herself.”
The image of the child was burned into your memory. Everyone was too busy to pay attention to her and she took the opportunity to reach what she always dreamed of touching. You remembered how the ray of sunlight cast down from the surface onto her, how close she was. It had ignited a fiery inspiration inside of you and unlocked a deep, hidden desire that you didn’t know you beheld.
“Nobody, but me, was watching her. So, I watched as her little tail took her to the surface, and the way her arm outstretched to touch it…” you trailed. Hands wrapping around the child and dragging her back down flashed in your mind, and you winced a little. Her screams were so loud, her felled dream even louder. It completely broke your heart. You cleared your throat and looked at Sunghoon. His thick brows were furrowed as he put together the rest of the story without you even having to say anything. You smiled at him, but it was strained. “The more you try to keep someone from something, the more they want it, you know?” you said finally.
You quickly shifted the subject away from the little girl. “I couldn’t get it out of my mind. So, a couple days later, I decided to try and touch the surface myself, see how dangerous it really was.” You started to paint again, turning away from Sunghoon and watching the streaks of paint that appeared with each graze of your paintbrush. “My father had always said that when he was a kid, merfolk used to go to the surface all of the time. He talked a lot about these people called pirates and how we would help them. That was, before something happened and merfolk decided to stick to the sea.”
Sunghoon’s low voice startled you out of your memories. “Pirates?” he asked, and the tone of his voice made it seem like he knew what you were talking about. “I guess that’s not all that surprising. A lot of pirates weren’t good people. Did your father ever tell you what happened with the pirates?”
You shook your head. “Not at all… It wasn’t a time he recalled fondly. And the Elders refused to even answer questions about it.” Realizing that you were drifting from the question Sunghoon initially asked you, you shifted the conversation again. “Anyway, it was nighttime and I had waited for everyone to be asleep to make my grand journey. I remember when my hand first broke through the water. It was such a surreal feeling. Even though I knew there was a whole other world beyond the surface, it was a completely different experience actually seeing it and realizing that all of the stories about the surface were real.”
Sunghoon grabbed your elbow and gently pulled you away from the siding so that you could face him. He wanted to see the excitement seep through every crevice of your face and the way your eyes lit up. He wanted to experience it with you. You looked at him through your eyelashes as heat crept up your spine and along your neck until it made your cheeks burn.
“And when I dared to surface fully…” A large smile spread across your features that you couldn't stop. “I felt like I couldn’t breathe. It was unlike anything that I had ever imagined—it was like a whole other world.” Sunghoon held your hands in his as his own smile spread and brightened. It was a bit awkward with the paintbrushes, but the two of you didn’t mind. “I had to see it for myself. I knew that if I didn’t, I would never forgive myself. So, I kept coming to the surface, just staring at all of the buildings at first. Then that turned to getting close and hearing the sounds of people, then watching their daily lives from behind rocks.”
“Have you ever watched me?” Sunghoon jokingly asked. You quickly looked away from him in embarrassment, but Sunghoon just laughed that beautiful sound again and it made you feel like the embarrassment was worth it if you were able to hear him laugh again.
You said your response through a murmur, your eyes cast down to the grass below, “I think you’re the one I watched the most.” You dared a glance at him, only to meet his eyes and be locked down by his smile.
Clearing your throat, you pulled your hands from his grasp. You instead bent down to the paint can between the two of you and dipped your paintbrush into it to resume painting the side of your building. For a moment, you could feel Sunghoon’s stare on you, his sunlit smile, until he too went back to painting and it was quiet between the two of you. It was a long moment before one of you spoke again.
“What do you say we row over to the village? Get you some proper clothes?” asked Sunghoon. “I don’t think you want to keep wearing mine.” He paused from the siding he was painting again to look over at you.
You halted the paintbrush you were holding, looking at his clothes that you wore. “What? Do they not look good on me?” you giggled.
Sunghoon’s eyes widened, almost like something clicked in his head, but a smile grew on his face. He said nothing for a moment, just stared at you with a fond smile. “Of course they look good on you,” he said.
You looked away, hiding your face, as you continued painting. “That would be nice,” you murmured, before speaking a little louder. “It would be nice to see the village.”
Not soon after that, the two of you were climbing up the dock at the village together. You stuck near Sunghoon’s side, suddenly overwhelmed by the bust life of the villagers. As you walked through the streets, you couldn’t help but notice all their stares—their dirty looks. You pressed more into Sunghoon’s side and he wrapped his arm around your waist.
“A man’s clothes!” you heard the village women mutter amongst each other. “And her hair…”
You now knew what Sunghoon meant when he said that the village would eat you alive. You didn’t look how the village women looked and the difference was drastic and obvious. None of them had pearls intricately wrapped in strands of their hair or even had their hair down. Their hair was all put up, with flowing skirts and modest blouses or fitted dresses that showed the curve of their hips that didn’t match the buttoned up untucked men’s shirt and trousers you wore. It was all so overwhelming.
By the time you reached the tailors, you were practically clutching onto Sunghoon’s side, clinging onto him like you were helpless. How did you ever expect to do this alone? When you entered, every eye was on you. A human woman—who you assumed was the owner of the shop—rushed towards you. “Oh, you poor thing! Let me fix you up!” she cooed as she pulled you away from Sunghoon’s grasp.
You looked back at him with wide, fearful eyes. “It’ll be okay,” he assured you, grabbing your hand. “I’ll be right here waiting for you.”
“This will take a while,” the woman said to him, before glancing at you. At least she didn’t look at you like the other women did. It was more with pity than disgust. Sunghoon nodded, sitting in one of the chairs with his hat clutched in his hands. You didn’t turn away from him until your view of him was physically cut off by the curtain the woman pulled in front of your face and he didn’t look away either.
Suddenly, the woman had you out of Sunghoon’s clothes and in long skirts and blouses. She had you try on various ones to gauge your size, along with pulling out what she called a “measuring tape.”
Once you had on an outfit she was satisfied with, her fingers hovered over the pearls in your hair, a look you couldn’t name in her eyes. “Pearls are very beautiful, don’t you agree?” she asked as she turned to look at your face. You nodded, still a bit uncomfortable, as you cast your gaze downwards to the floor.
“All that hardship for beauty… for a simple creation,” the woman said. “I was just like you once, little guppy.” You gaze snapped to hers in shock as her eyes stared at the pearls in your hair.
The woman continued, and you saw the sadness in her eyes. She nodded her head towards the curtain, “That man out there, he found you, didn’t he?” You opened your mouth to speak but no words came out, so you just nodded. “He’s already swimming down deep for you,” she said. “It gets easier, dear. When it’s all over, you come and find me, you hear?”
She worked on your outfit, pinning fabric in places here and smoothing fabric down there. It was a tentative process and your legs started to ache from standing for so long. You took the chance to inspect the tailor for her mermaid attributes. It was very, very faint, but you could still see the coolness in her skin. When she smoothed down the fabric of the skirt you wore, you saw her slightly webbed hands and looked down at your own. She was much older than you, and you could tell that she had settled nicely into the life she had created for herself here.
There was a long silence that stretched between the two of you, one that wasn’t uncomfortable, when the woman finally spoke again. There was an air of distaste in her words. “When I was a much younger woman, I made the same deal that you did—one that certainly came with its hardships. My pearly scales were taken from me and I was sent here in a storm like you and so many others who wash up along the shores of this village. The sea witch had only given me a day and a knife. I had no one but myself to rely on as I was outcasted from the sea, and I don’t want that for other young mermaids.”
The tailor didn’t look at you as she worked. Her eyes remained downcast. Something in her voice began to break, but she quickly covered it by clearing her throat. “It’s a horrible thing, but it is necessary if you want a life out of the sea. If you wish for advice, I will not hesitate to give it and help aid you along your own journey.”
She said nothing else—nothing else about the fact that you both crawled from the deep in hopes of a new life. Nothing about how she must’ve had to sacrifice the one she loved most in order to be standing in front of you right now. Nothing about if it was worth it or not—and you so desperately needed to know.
Instead, she carefully untangled the pearls from your windswept hair and worked them into the up-do she styled your hair in. As she worked around you, you noticed the single pearl in her own hair, and your heart broke in two. It was carefully weaved into a braid along with what you were assuming was one of her scales from so long ago. Too late did you remember the infamous story you’ve heard countless times now of the naive mermaid with the pearlescent tail.
Once she was done and the curtain was opened, you all but ran back to where Sunghoon still sat, just like he said he would. As you approached, he stood to his feet as he looked over you. His eyes were wide and his mouth hung open. The woman giggled, winking at you and handing you your bags, before leaving the two of you alone.
“Better?” you asked him, glancing down at the new clothes you wore.
“You were already beautiful,” Sunghoon replied, a bit breathlessly and flustered. You smiled and felt your face start to heat up rapidly. His ears were a flaming red that made you giggle a little. Sunghoon cleared his throat, blinking., “B-But, it’s a good hu—good look on you. Do you like it?”
You thought it over for a moment, ‘There’s aspects of it that I like, some that I don’t.” You like how intricate it all looked. A lot of it reminded you of the seabed. With all of the colors, it looked like you wore a coral reef with the most beautiful and shimmering fish in it. You weren’t sure about how fitted it all felt, but you were sure you would get used to it. It bummed you that your hair was put up, but at least you kept your pearls.
“Well, you can wear it all however you like when we’re back on the island, sweetheart,” said Sunghoon, stepping towards you. He took your hands in his and smiled at you.
When the two of you walked back through the village, you still felt eyes on you—more snickers and muttering. On the row home you were quiet, which Sunghoon noticed. Your eyes had stayed on the water, your fingers reaching down to touch the surface but stopping before you could make contact. At the house, he saw how the sadness twisted your features.
He guided you towards the couch, his brows drawn together in worry. “I’m sorry,” he said softly, his voice low. Sunghoon watched helplessly as the tears welled up in your eyes as you looked at him before sliding down your cheeks. You touched your fingers to the wetness, confused.
“What is this?” you asked him.
“Tears,” Sunghoon replied. “They happen when you feel an emotion deeply—like sadness.” More tears fell down your cheeks and you buried your face in his chest. Sunghoon wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly.
After a few moments, you peeked your head out and looked at him with big, teary eyes. Your eyes darted down to Sunghoon’s lips before looking back up at him, your brows furrowing as you battled your inner turmoil. Slowly, you leaned up and softly pressed your lips to his.
Sunghoon’s own eyebrows raised in slight shock. You pulled away the slightest bit, your lips still hovering near his like you were frozen. For a second, Sunghoon was too. He then chased your lips with his, kissing you again.
Your lips worked in perfect harmony together as you kissed each other. Like the past week has been building to this moment and it’s finally here and it’s perfect. His lips felt perfect on yours and yours on his. It was as if they were made for each other and you never wanted to spend another moment not kissing Sunghoon.
His hand cupped your face and you sat up more, nearly in his lap, as the kiss deepened. You kissed each other like you were desperate. Like the waves were crashing around you—and they were. The time you had left flashed in your mind and you ran your hands through his hair to distract yourself from the thoughts and instead focus on him—only Sunghoon.
Sunghoon’s hat fell to the side somewhere on the couch and his other hand slid down to rest on your waist. You kissed each other like you didn’t need air, or water, or anything. Just each other. But you did, and you pulled away as heavy breathing overtook the both of you. Not far, but enough so that your lips had the slightest distance from his. Your thoughts came back full force, the sand in your hourglass falling and falling and in the distance you could hear the sea witch’s cackling.
You shook your head a little, eyes still closed. “W-We can’t… This is too dangerous,” you trailed off in a soft and low voice, your eyes fluttering open and meeting his.
“I don’t understand…” Sunghoon whispered. “What is so dangerous about it?” The pads of his thumbs wiped away freshly fallen tears. You shook your head again, pulling away from him fully and sitting properly back on the couch. Sunghoon sat up straighter and placed his dropped hat in his lap.
You wrapped your arms around yourself. You looked out the window towards the calm sea and felt yourself break. It was already too late. You’ve reached the point of no return, and if you continued down the path you were going with Sunghoon, there would be no going back.
“This won’t end well,” you told him, “and we’ll both end up getting hurt—or worse.”
You felt his fingers gently turn your face towards his. His face was inches from yours and he pulled you closed to him as you sniffled, wrapping his arms around you in comfort once again.
“And what if I like the pain—the danger?” Sunghoon asked you quietly. “What if I want to get hurt by you?”
You shook your head once again and turned your head away from him. “You don’t,” you replied. He didn’t know what he was asking, and you knew that someday soon you would have to tell him. Oh, how you wished that time would just freeze here in this moment and let you stay in it a bit longer with him. But, that wasn’t possible.
Sunghoon turned you towards him again, nodding. “I do,” he said.
His lips met yours again and you could feel the harsh winds whip around the two of you. The tides bent and broke and turned. You were both caught in a riptide and there was no escaping. Your fates were already put in motion and sealed with the kiss you shared.
You were a fool to think you could stop it. You kissed Sunghoon back with so much passion and wanting that you were sure it would knock the two of you right over. Instead, he kept you stable, kept both of your heads above the water as you got pushed by the tall waves hand in hand. Sunghoon kissed you back just as feverishly.
From the second you saw him through the fog you knew that your souls would be intertwined. You knew that you would fall in love with him. There was no stopping it, and you couldn’t no matter how hard you tried.
But then you thought of his bloody, beating heart in your cold hands. His lifeless eyes staring up at you. You had to fight against your ripping love for him, there was no other option. You didn’t want the sea witch to have his pure heart. She didn’t deserve it. And you felt like you didn’t deserve it either.
But the anchor has already been dropped into the water, and by the time you hurriedly pull it back up it would already be too late.
So you kept kissing him. You let everything you felt for him speak for itself through your moving lips on his and hoped that it was enough. You hoped that Sunghoon understood it all—hoped that once he found out the truth that he would forgive you for keeping it from him. You hoped that his feelings for you would change.
The woman’s words from earlier seeped between your thoughts. “He’s already swimming down deep for you.” You didn’t think it could get easier like she has said. At the end of the time you had, when it was either you or Sunghoon, you were choosing him. You just hoped that, in time, it would get easier for him.
Since you and Sunghoon shared a kiss that shifted everything between the two of you, a little over a week had passed. You tried hard to fight against your rapidly growing love for him, but it seemed like Sunghoon fought against you every step of the way. Whether it was fleeting but charged touches, longing looks, or the words he spoke, Sunghoon was determined to let the feelings between the two of you grow. He's even gotten more bolder with his displays of affection.
Slowly, throughout the time since your kiss, you let yourself feel all of the deep and confusing and complex emotions for him. Let yourself pretend that you weren't a doomed mermaid, but a regular human girl who was falling in love. There were moments where you completely forgot that you were on a timer—and those moments were filled with complete bliss before your mind snapped back into place and you were ripped from your illusion. Still, you didn’t let that change anything, even if you knew that it should.
So, you shivered at his fleeting touch, wishing for more. You hid your heated face as the two of you exchanged longing glances. You melted at his sweet and honest words, as if it was a secret only the two of you shared. And for the first time in your life, you had everything you’ve ever wanted.
“You feeling better today, my pearl?” Sunghoon asked you gently.
A couple days ago you lightly burned your hand while lighting the oil lamp. It was a mere sting, really, but Sunghoon has been fawning over you ever since. When he first called you “my pearl,” a few days after your kiss, it came as a shock.
“My pearl?” you asked him, slight shock fueling your voice. It was later in the day after the two of you finished the majority of what you had to do around the lighthouse. You and Sunghoon sat across from each other at the table with a discarded shared meal pushed to the side in the center of you both. His hand was intertwined with yours, his thumb caressing the back of it.
“Like the ones in your hair,” he said, using his free hand to motion to them. His smile—one that seemed permanent these days—grew even more and it lit up his whole face. “Unless you want to be called something different…” Sunghoon leaned across the small table towards you, tilting his head. His lips were inches from yours. In a loving voice, he added, “Like sweetheart, or darling, or baby…”
A permanent smile seemed planted on your lips too. Your face felt like it was on fire. “I’ll like whatever you want to call me. The only thing that matters is that it comes from your lips.”
Sunghoon chuckled and his head fell in the other direction before placing a sweet kiss on your lips. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
“I told you, I’m okay,” you started as Sunghoon looked over your wrapped hand. He glanced up at you with his brows raised before softly kissing the spot on your hand that you hurt. “There's no need to worry.” Sunghoon then brought your hand to his chest. You felt the dull thump of his heartbeat and your assuring smile faltered slightly. You pulled your hand away. “We should finish cleaning the lighthouse,” you said, looking down to your feet. You glanced back up and Sunghoon nodded. You saw the worry start to settle on his face but you moved before he could say anything else.
Later that night, a storm had rolled in. It wasn’t as bad as the one that brought you here, but it still scared you nonetheless. It had woken you up and the thunder shook you to your core. It made you remember that just because you were pretending everything was okay and normal didn’t mean that they were. Your time was ticking down and you had to tell Sunghoon the truth at some point, and it had to be soon.
You shakily slid out your bed, clutching tightly to your frilly, high-collared white nightgown, and made cautious steps towards your door. With each strike of lightning, your bedroom illuminated and you saw your shadow dance across the floor. Sometimes, it didn’t look like you had legs at all, but a tail still. The more steps you took, the more some of them felt wrong. Like you were stepping on hot coals or urchins.
Shaking your head as you slowly opened your door, you tried to calm yourself down. It was all in your head, that’s all. Everything was okay.
You made your way down the short hall towards Sunghoon's room. Carefully, you opened his door, the creaking getting drowned out by the rolling thunder. Sunghoon was already awake, staring out his window from his bed at the storm, his features drawn in complete focus. His eyes snapped to you and his slowly opening door before softening.
You felt silly, like a child coming to a parent after a bad dream. He must’ve seen how scared you were, because he motioned you over to him. You closed his door before walking over to his bed. You climbed up onto it and sat next to him, the two of you peering out his window.
The storm was even less bad than you initially thought it was. It was mainly just a little rain and a lot of thunder. The sea waves weren’t even as large and imposing as they seemed from your own window. Instead, they were relatively calm. Sunghoon had his journal out, writing down and calculating the storm into it, before he set it aside on his nightstand with his fountain pen.
“The storm should be over soon,” Sunghoon said, looking over to you, “The waves of thunder are getting further and further apart.” His spectacles caught the moonlight briefly before he took them off and sat them on his nightstand next to his journal. “Here, you should get some sleep.”
Sunghoon shifted in the bed and pulled his covers over you, urging you to lay down. Once you did, the two of you laid in silence and in the darkness side by side—besides the flash of lightning here and there that briefly illuminated your bodies. You looked over at him in the dark, watching his silhouette. “Sunghoon, I—”
Your mouth clamped shut. How do you even bring something like ‘cutting someone’s heart out’ up? How do you do it without confirming to yourself and revealing to him that you love him deeply? How would he react to it all? You didn’t want your relationship to change, but this road had to be crossed. You had let him know that your time was limited together—that you only had roughly another two weeks before you’d be seafoam.
How there is no salvation waiting for you at the end of all of this.
You decided that it had to wait another day. One where it wasn’t storming and you could see each other’s faces. Sunghoon deserved that.
“Thank you…” you trailed instead, swallowing the lump in your throat. “For all that you’ve done for me thus far. I can't tell you how much it all means to me.” You felt him shift and though you didn’t physically see his face, you felt the weight of his eyes on you.
In a quiet voice, you added, “How much you mean to me.”
The warmth of his body next to yours was suddenly too much for you. How different everything felt was, once again, overwhelming. It took everything in you not to cry.
“You mean a lot to me, too,” Sunghoon said in the same quiet voice as you. “More than you know.”
His arms reached out towards you and his touch felt like sparks along your body. They wrapped around your body and pulled you closer to him, until your head was resting on his chest and you could hear his quickening heartbeat as his chest rose and fell. It made you want to cry even more. The sea witch was so cruel. How dare she ask this horrid thing of you? You’d rather die than hurt Sunghoon—and at the end of this, you would.
“I'm glad that you came in. I actually can’t sleep that well during storms,” Sunghoon said. You looked up at him and you could almost make out his face. “And your presence is always a welcome one. Makes me feel calmer.”
You smiled to yourself, your face heating. “I think I can help with that…” you trailed. Sunghoon looked down and hummed in question. You continued, “There’s a lullaby my mother used to sing to me as a child when I couldn’t sleep. Maybe it’ll help you too.” You began to hum the start of it softly.
Like magic, Sunghoon felt his body begin to get heavy and his eyes struggled to stay open. He yawned and you stopped humming briefly to giggle before continuing. He pulled you even closer, to the point where you were practically almost on top of him. Sunghoon just couldn’t get over the way you smelled like the sea waves. It reminded him so much of everything he loves.
In no time at all he was drifting into a peaceful sleep. Sunghoon felt like the calm ripples of waves were all around him and next to him was you—the beautiful maiden who had come from the waves, capturing his heart and singing your beautiful lullabies.
Sunghoon was past smitten, was past falling, he was in deep. Deeper than he’s ever been before and the more time he spent with you, the farther down he went willingly. Sunghoon was in love with you, he just needed some way to put his emotions into words and tell you. He needed to find the perfect moment. There was doubt in his mind about you not feeling the same.
The weather had grown colder than usual, especially during the night. When you and Sunghoon weren’t working around the lighthouse, you were both in the house by the fire, talking about nothing and everything. You had just come back inside from relighting the oil lamp at the top of the lighthouse to find Sunghoon waiting for you in the living room. “It’s really cold out there!” you exclaimed with a laugh as you walked towards where he sat at the armchair.
Sunghoon has just come from lighting the fireplace in his bedroom, where you’ve been sleeping ever since that night a week ago when you came in during a storm. Sunghoon extended his hand towards you and you intertwined your fingers with his. He quickly pulled you to him and you fell into his lap with a squeal while he laughed. “Let me warm you up then, my love,” Sunghoon chuckled, pressing warm kisses to your cold cheeks.
The fire in the downstairs hearth was already merely warm embers and it was nearly time for bed. Sunghoon pressed a lasting kiss to your lips, both of your mouths moving in sync before you had to break away for air. You stared into his warm brown eyes with wide eyes, lips just a breath away from each other. Sunghoon’s hand was cupping your cheek and for a moment, it was just the two of you in the whole world. You’d do anything to stay in this moment forever.
You inhaled sharply before kissing him again, and you knew that this time you were about to cross a threshold that you’d never be able to walk across again. It was full of that same passion and want from the first kiss the two of you shared. In the midst of it, you twisted in his lap, hiking up your nightgown and straddling him as your lips worked against each other’s.
Sunghoon’s hands immediately trailed up your thighs and sat along your hips. His breath caught in his throat for a moment and he rested his forehead against yours as he tried to garner it, all the while his eyes hungrily took in every inch of you that he could. Sunghoon shifted a little, his chest rising and falling with vigor. His shaking fingers closed around the fabric at your hips and his eyes fluttered shut before he closed the distance between the two of you again.
It felt like the jar you kept all your love for him began to crack until it finally exploded, letting all the love you held flow freely. It was too much to contain—too powerful to control. There was no stopping it and it only grew more and more. You didn’t think that you wanted to stop it—in fact, you wanted it to flow more. It felt as if there was fire in the pit of your belly, making your skin hot and your head clouded. It was so dizzying, but so exciting at the same time. The river of your love flooded everything until it was only you and Sunghoon that was afloat.
You pulled away from Sunghoon’s lips just enough to speak. “Take me,” you whispered lowly. You saw the way his eyes widened and his grasp on your nightgown moved to his fingers softly digging into the skin at your hips. You didn’t care if he took you right there in the chair you both were sitting in, you needed him with a desire that couldn’t be quelled—a need that you don’t think will ever be fulfilled no matter how much of himself he gave you. It tangled together with all of your other inner desires until he was the core of them all, and you didn’t mind it one bit.
“Please,” you begged Sunghoon before placing your lips back on his with a hot kiss.
Sunghoon moved with urgency, but you could tell that he was conflicted on whether to give you your ask or not. At first, it was with his lips—they moved against yours almost sloppily, like he couldn’t bring himself to even kiss you properly if that meant his lips leaving yours for even a second. It wasn’t until you began to push him further against the soft velvet of the chair and leant his head back that he sat the two of you up so you were no longer leaning back against it at all. It seemed like it took everything in him to rip his lips away from yours, and you felt the coldness on your own when they were gone like a plunge into freezing-cold water. He stood the two of you up and you intertwined your hand with his and led him up the stairs.
When the two of you made it to his room, you let go of his hand as he stoked the fire. You pulled off your white nightgown and let it fall to the floor below. You then crawled onto his bed as you waited, completely naked. The warmth of the flames made your already hot skin feel like it was scorching. The longer you waited for Sunghoon to get the fire going, the more your heart raced and raced and you had to try and calm yourself down.
Sunghoon froze when he saw you on his bed, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly agape. You looked like an angel descended from the heavens just for him and he wondered to himself how he got to be so lucky to witness your beauty like this. He watched as the flickering light bathed you in warm hues and made your hair glitter with all of the pearls strung in it. You smiled at him shyly, your gaze casting down for a moment before looking back up at him. You looked so beautiful that it truly took Sunghoon’s breath away; and it took him a couple shaky inhales to realize he was just standing in the middle of the room and gaping at you.
He wasted no time, stripping off his own clothes before climbing onto his bed and on top of you, his lips latching with yours in a heated kiss. You had barely gotten to look over him yourself before he raised against you a need of a thousand suns, rivaling your own. It made you melt that Sunghoon needed you as much as you needed him.
You moaned against his lips as the tips of his fingers slowly slid down in between the two of you and down to where you needed to feel him the most. It shot tingles along your skin and made the fire in the pit of your belly burn brighter. With his thumb, he rubbed slow circles at the sensitive bud and made your back arch off of the bedsheets. Your breath hitched and you whimpered into his mouth, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer to you.
The feeling he provided you was unlike any that you have ever felt before. With just his thumb, Sunghoon gave you a glimpse of Heaven and it made you nervous for when he eventually gave you more. The thought made you slick with arousal and needy for even more. Your hips rose towards his hand on their own and you broke your mouth away from his just so you could try and get any oxygen to your lungs that you could. It was no use—every slow and deliberate motion pushed waves throughout your body and flooded it with a deep craving. You could feel Sunghoon’s smile against the skin at the crook of your neck as his hand continued to work, your body shivering as he pressed gentle kisses against it.
You kissed him again to keep yourself from drowning. Did it always feel like this? You were sure that it didn’t, that only Sunghoon could make you feel like this—bring you to your knees with just a simple motion like it was absolutely nothing. It astonished you and upset you in the same breath how easily Sunghoon pulled emotions from you. You didn’t stand a chance against him, and he was only getting started.
Sunghoon’s thumb then traveled down farther, spreading your arousal between your folds and having you whining. The sound of wetness broke through the crackling of the flame. His warm hands sent electricity through your body and you didn’t know how much more you’d be able to take if he didn’t do something about it. By now, you knew he was teasing you and seeing how far he could bring you with just his hand alone while his other hand grazed along every inch of your skin it could reach. It sneakily rose up your stomach and to your breast while you were distracted by his thumb ghosting across your entrance. Sunghoon’s other thumb then ran along your perked nipple and you nearly jumped. He smiled against your lips cheekily and you knew that it would be up to you to put an end to this torment. You were having no more of it.
You pulled away from his lips, your chest rising and falling heavily as your brows knitted together. “I need you,” you begged in a low voice, it sounded raspy with want and that alone sent Sunghoon ablaze.
Sunghoon then slipped a finger inside of you and you gasped and held onto him tighter. He watched as your face twisted into one of pleasure as he slowly began to pump it in and out of you, savoring the way your body reacted to him and his touch. It smothered every word from your mouth until you were a heap of whimpers and soft moans. When Sunghoon slipped in another finger, curling them at just the right angle to have you melt underneath him, you swear you felt the wave take you under. He held down your hips with his hand that was once at your breast so you couldn’t grind against his hand.
“Does that feel good, darling?” Sunghoon asked you. He knew that it did, the way your moans increased in volume and you sucked his fingers in deeper was confirmation enough. But, he needed to hear you say it. He needed to hear the way your voice sounded at the height of your most vulnerable and pleasurable moment and know that it sounded that way all because of him.
You clawed at his exposed back, supple for the taking, and Sunghoon chuckled. Your voice came out hushed in arousal and breathy. “It feels unlike anything I’ve ever felt before… I need more of it. Thank you. Thank you so much.”
You’ve never felt pleasure like this before and it made you angry that you waited so long with Sunghoon. The way he repeatedly pushed his slender fingers inside you, coating them with your wetness and pressing them against just the right places, made every withering scale and the debilitating pain worth it. As long as you got to be with him, everything was worth it.
Sunghoon pressed open mouthed kisses down your neck and to your breasts, the tips of his dark hair tickling you and sending you into more of a frenzy. His tongue circled your nipple before he pulled away. You were writhing beneath him and soft moans fell more from your lips at the way his fingers moved. They only got louder when Sunghoon would curl them at just the right moment and press them up against your sweet spot.
He watched with a satisfied smile as you tried to press your legs together, a whimpering mess and your body trembling. Sunghoon pushed one of your legs away with his free hand, his fingers splaying across the back of your thigh and keeping it up towards your chest. Soon, he felt your walls clench around his fingers tighter than they did previously before you were covering them in a pretty pearly white. But, Sunghoon wasn’t finished with you just yet. He was determined to make this the best night of your life.
Helping you ride out your high, he brought his lips back down to yours as he slowly pumped his fingers inside you. Your chest rose and fell as you tried to fill your lungs up with oxygen, but you still turned the slow kiss into a deeper one.
Sunghoon trailed his kiss from your lips to along your jaw and down the curve of your neck. His kisses didn’t stop there like you expected them to, though. They circled your breasts and he moved leisurely down the soft skin of your stomach and further still. You held your breath, and Sunghoon’s fervent gaze flicked up to yours. His eyes were blown out and shadowed with desire, and the warm light blanketing him from the fire in the hearth made it even more apparent. Sunghoon pulled his fingers from out of you, much to your dismay, and pushed your other leg up to chest as well. Your release still coating his fingers shined in the firelight and spilling out of you.
You jolted when Sunghoon kissed down to your sensitive clit, despite his touch being as soft and gentle as a feather. He didn’t look away from you, and you rose onto your elbows so you could watch him better. Your brows knitted together and your face twisted with pleasure as he pressed feather-light kisses against your core. Sunghoon's lips were glossy from your release, but that didn’t stop him. He licked them clean, his eyes fluttering shut for a brief moment as he inhaled deeply, before his tongue darted out taste more. You gasped and grasped at his bedsheets.
He licked a thick, wet stripe up your core and licked his lips again before diving into you like a man who was starved most of his life. Sunghoon's eyes left yours and closed completely. He didn’t spare a single inch of your glistening folds, and if it hadn’t been for his firm hands keeping your thighs at your chest you would’ve crushed his head with them because of it. Sunghoon hummed in satisfaction and your elbows gave out weakly. He chuckled, his gaze flicking up to you for a moment, and your back arched completely off of the bed. “Oh my,” you moaned, words dying immediately when Sunghoon started to suck on your sensitive bud. You felt like you had to scream and your fingernails digging into the sheets wasn’t enough.
“I can’t…” you trailed through a broken whine, your back arching more in a futile attempt to bring Sunghoon's mouth even closer. Shallow moans pushed through your lips as he continued to devour you. There was one thing that you knew for sure as your body reached a high sensitivity that you thought was impossible—Sunghoon was absolute heaven, but his mouth and his fingers were complete hell.
Right before you were about to unravel again completely, Sunghoon suddenly stopped. You didn’t realize your eyes were squeezed shut until they flew open and looked down at him confused. “Wha-What?” you breathed.
Sunghoon kissed up your body—this time with longer distances between them—and left wet kiss marks behind him against your skin. He captured your lips with his and you tasted your sweetness on his tongue. You pulled him so close to you that your lips could barely move against his—and it still wasn’t close enough. His cock dragged across right where you needed him and you moaned into his mouth. Your arms unwrapped themselves from around his neck and dragged down his chest to the soft ridges at his abdomen that tightened with your touch. Sunghoon's breath caught in his throat and you watched the way his brows furrowed in barely concealed need before he tried to collect himself.
“Are you ready, baby?” Sunghoon asked you in a soft voice, breaking away from your lips. You nodded eagerly. You were more than ready.
You leaned forward more and reached your hand out to touch him, more curious really than anything. Your fingers trailed along his fat cockhead and down his length before you wrapped them around it completely. Sunghoon swayed, and you could tell that your simple touch alone was enough to send him reeling. This time, it was you who took satisfaction in the other’s pleasure and the corners of your mouth rose. Slowly, you pulled your hand up while gripping firmly. Sunghoon's fingers dug into the plush skin of your thighs and he breathed rigorously when you pushed your hand back down. When you did, you noticed that you dragged wetness back down his cock with you. It made your smile grow more.
Sunghoon crept a hand up your stomach and gently pushed you back down to the bed. you held onto him for as long as you could and when your hand closed around his tip, Sunghoon let out a low moan. Ever so slightly, you felt the way his hand trembled. Without him saying a single word, you could hear his voice at your ear. “Tonight is about you, not me.”
Sunghoon lined himself up with your entrance and dragged the tip of his cock through your folds and coated his tip with your arousal. Slowly, agonizingly, he slid into you inch by inch. You gasped loudly at the feeling of his cock stretching you out so deliciously and the feeling of being so full, so completely enraptured by him. Once he was fully inside of you, he leaned down to press a soft kiss to your lips. As your lips moved in sync with his, you wrapped your legs around his hips to bring him closer to you.
Sunghoon started to rut his hips forward, repeatedly pushing himself inside of you. He couldn’t stop himself from moaning at how good you felt around him, at how beautiful you looked underneath him with your pretty moans and your face full of blissful pleasure. It started to upset him a little that the fire would eventually go out and the two of you would have to stop and return to your daily life.
The two of you tried to pull each other impossibly closer. It was an eager war between you both that would have no winner no matter how hard the two of you tried—you wanted each other too much. You were sure that the only way you’d both find any semblance of satisfaction is if you both were to claw at each other’s skin and climb inside of it. You were both desperate for each other’s touch and no matter how close you were, it was never close enough.
You pulled away from Sunghoon’s lips after fighting the urge to breathe for too long, still not used to the feeling of having to battle for air, and buried your face in his neck. He pressed chaste kisses to your shoulder as your bodies moved in motion. It was like two waves colliding over and over again.
Your body felt hot and its temperature only grew and grew. Each time you touched Sunghoon, it felt like you were touching the surface of the sun. A loud drumming rang in your ears, just below the sound of you and Sunghoon’s moans, and it took you a moment to realize that it was a heartbeat. Only, you weren’t sure if it was yours or not. When you touched Sunghoon, you swear you could feel the thumping of his heart beneath his skin and how it rang in time with yours. Perhaps, both of your hearts had fallen in sync with each other—at least, just for the moment where the two of you shared everything. From your body to his, the two of you were finally one.
Sunghoon's thrusts picked up pace and it made your head spin. the pressure from the previous build-up crashed into you and full force and you felt your body lock up. Your chest pressed into Sunghoon’s as your back arched more off of the bed and your head dug into the pillow underneath your head. Sunghoon didn’t stop, his hips continued to hit off of yours and it added the sound of skin slapping against each other to the stunning symphony the two of you were creating. Jaw falling slack, waves of pretty moans swam up from your throat and filled Sunghoon’s ears.
He fell completely entranced, somehow even more than he already was by you. It was like you lit the lamp inside of his head and the sudden flood of light that illuminated everything was you. You were everything.
Sunghoon felt his abdomen tense and he knew he had to reel himself back, but he couldn’t. It felt like an unearthly task with you under him like this. How could he deny himself of this—deny you of this? It would be almost inhumane, he thinks. Your body pulled him in like he was caught in a deadly current and your legs tightened around his hips like the trap he willingly walked in to set it off and it was perfect. You are perfect. Sunghoon could barely move now, but that didn’t matter to either of you with the way you wrapped around each other.
Inside of you, you felt the rope of pleasure start to fray and begin to snap. You whimpered, breathing heavily as you looked up at Sunghoon and the thin sheen of sweat that made him glow even more. “Please,” you begged him, whining as your back arched off the bed again and your hips pathetically tried to lift towards his. “Please.”
Your head felt too clouded and it took all your effort to even say that simple word. You were so close, so-so close to seeing heaven again—this time the full thing in its divine glory. Your body never felt like this before, tingly all over and on fire. It was such a stark contrast to how it felt when you were a mermaid. Did humans always feel like this, or was this purely from Sunghoon’s actions? Your eyes opened and when you only saw Sunghoon, his face of pure bliss and his body shining and bathed in warm hues, you knew that this was the divinity you were seeking.
You weakly sat up, wrapping your arms around Sunghoon’s neck for leverage. The two of you breathed heavily in tandem, and you didn’t need to speak for Sunghoon to know what you intended to do. He leaned back on his knees and splayed his hands across your hips. A desperate need overtook your senses as you rocked your hips against his in time with the way he pushed into you and the both of you moaned at the new sudden feeling. Sunghoon leaned his forehead against yours and delighted you in the feeling of him unraveling and trying desperately to stay sane. He was losing.
“You feel so good,” Sunghoon murmured, his lips ghosting over yours. “So perfect.”
He sloppily smashed his lips against yours, too eager to kiss you properly with how good you were making each other feel. It felt like your bodies were made for each other—like the two of you were made for each other.
Soon, the rope completely snapped and you moaned loudly against his lips, body shaking as your movement halted. More whines and moans fell from your parted lips as Sunghoon kept moving your hips. You held him tightly, scared that if you were to let go you would fall apart completely or that he would get caught up in the wind from the ocean and wear away.
It wasn’t long after that you felt warmness spill inside you. Sunghoon stilled, his head falling into the crook of your neck and his breathing coming out haggard. Soft moans emitted from him and for a moment the two of you caught your breaths in blissful silence.
Once you felt like you weren’t in the clouds, a shy giggle escaped you. Sunghoon looked up from your neck, an amused smile on his face. “What?” he asked, bringing his hand up to cradle your cheek. You shook your head as you giggled more, kissing him briefly. You intertwined your hand with his other.
“That was heavenly,” you smiled, your face completely hot. Sunghoon’s thumb caressed the warm skin of your cheek before his hand trailed down to catch hold of your chin. He kissed you again with a grin. “Is it always like that?” you wondered.
Sunghoon laughed, shaking his head a little. “Not in my experience—no. Nothing close to that,” he replied. “You’re just special.”
A sheepish smile tugged at your face and you looked away from his gaze. Sunghoon pressed a kiss to your jaw and you giggled more as he pressed another to you until you turned to look at him again. “Come on,” he murmured against your skin, “Lets get you cleaned up, darling.”
After the two of you were cleaned up, you laid together on his bed beneath the covers still bare, the dwindling firelight illuminating the two of you. Your back was to Sunghoon's chest and he trailed the tips of his fingers along your shoulder and arm, sometimes softly kissing them.
You turned to face him and he fondly smiled down at you, causing his expression to mirror on your own face. He leaned down to kiss you. “My pearl,” Sunghoon whispered affectionately before kissing you again.
The next day, the air around you and Sunghoon was charged. No longer were the touches fleeting nor the two of you shared longing glances. Everything was practically out in the open now, one of you just had to bridge the gap completely.
A deep rooted sensation bubbled inside you and you could only describe it as fear. You had to tell Sunghoon about the sea witch’s deal, and you had to do it today. You were running out of time—with only a week left—and it couldn’t be put off any longer. You couldn’t live in this fantasy you’ve put yourself in any longer.
It made the fear in the pit of your stomach worse when you noticed how Sunghoon looked at you—how he always looked at you. It was full of love and hope and yearning. You could almost see the words forming at the tip of his tongue without him needing to say anything. You noticed how he would take any chance he could to touch you or be in your general vicinity, even if he was supposed to be working on something else around the lighthouse. It was something that he has always done, but now it’s different.
It made you feel guilty that you waited until the last moment to say anything.
Sunghoon couldn’t keep his eyes off of you for the whole day. He kept falling behind in his duties because he was too busy focusing on you. Too focused on the way your dress swayed as you moved, or the way the pearls in your hair glittered in the sunlight, completely free from the up-do that the women of the village wore. Or the way you smiled at him every time you caught him staring—that smile that he would do anything and everything for. Each time your skin brushed against his he was brought back to last night and the heat between the two of you. It made his head spin each time, but he couldn’t stop getting close to you.
The fire lighting the lighthouse was nothing compared to the fire that burned in his heart for you, so blinding that it was the only thing he could make out. You set him alight, made his skin hot and his cheeks rosy. Sunghoon felt like he didn’t even need his thicker, wool clothes with you around him. You made his heart race and race until he was sure it would go jumping out of his chest and into your gentle awaiting hands.
How could he not love you? From the moment he saw you it felt like something clicked into place within himself. Like you were the final piece he’s been waiting for and he was now complete. You completed him.
If you were the lighthouse, Sunghoon was the boats and ships drawn to your light with the excitement of land. For the rest of his days, his soul would desperately call out to yours until you came home to him. He was the moth and you were the flame—and he would gladly get burned by your heat if that meant he could be with you, however brief.
You were the springtime with the promise of pretty, blooming flowers. The sunlight bouncing off the ripples of the sea and the cool air that flowed up from it. You were the shadows that the leaves cast on the ground, the sun that peaked through them, and the calming sound of the remnants of waves hitting the rocks. Sunghoon could shout from the top of the lighthouse everything he adored about you, but by the time he would be anywhere even remotely close to finishing you both would be old and grey, skin wrinkled from all the times you made him laugh and smile.
Today was the day, he had to tell you how he felt. He couldn't keep it locked inside him any longer.
After the two of you finished everything for the day, Sunghoon pulled you inside and away from the chilling winds. He had to calm his heart from its rapid drumming when you giggled and smiled at him, asking what the two of you were doing. When you intertwined your hand with his, he almost spilled his words then and there. Sunghoon sat you on the couch and nervously twiddled his thumbs as he forced the words from his mouth, and once he started he found it even harder to stop.
“I love you,” Sunghoon finally breathed. “I love you so much that it’s too much to contain. It spills out of me like uncontrollable rivers. I could tell you over and over and it still wouldn’t be enough—I love you, I love you, I love you!”
He grasped your hands in his, desperately holding onto them as he stared into your eyes with furrowed brows. Nothing would be able to capture Sunghoon's love for you and it frustrated him to no end, yet, it didn’t stop him from trying. “I love you like the water loves the land. Like the sun loves the moon and all of the stars in the sky,” he finally concluded.
You stared at him with a melancholic look and for a moment Sunghoon thought that he might’ve been mistaken. That he read into you a little too much. But, all his worries were eased when you flung yourself into his arms and into his lap, making him fall back against the couch from the edge. You kissed him so passionately that it took his breath away again, but he was content with the burning in his lungs.
“I love you,” you told him, like you had discovered the secrets to the world and it all lied within him. “You paint all of my skies the most saturated colors of blue like I've never seen before. You’re the air in my lungs and the beating of my heart—oh, I love you so much!”
All Sunghoon could do was laugh joyously as he held you close to him, planting a million and one kisses onto your face as you, too, laughed. He didn't think he’d ever be this happy in his life, and it was all because of you. No longer were his days lonely and grey; they were filled with the most magnificent colors and your presence. He heard your voice in the wind and it swam all the way down to his heart. You were why he woke up in the morning, and the reason why he was so eager to go to sleep. You are everything.
You didn’t realize the tears that began to fall down your face, or how the overwhelming fear in your stomach came to the surface until you got a good look at Sunghoon’s happy face. You inhaled sharply before it was all too much and you broke down completely. At first, Sunghoon thought they were happy tears until he saw the way you violently shook and his smile faltered.
He pulled you to his chest as his hand rubbed comforting circles against your back. “You're crying, my pearl? Why are you sad?” he asked you gently, pulling you away from him so he could see your face.
You shook your head, sniffling and wiping the tears from your cheeks. “I'm happy! I'm so happy for the first time in my life and it’s because of you,” you started. “Only, I'm still that naive girl I was when I first washed up on your shore, because this can’t last…”
Sunghoon's brows drew together further. “What do you mean, my love?”
And so you told him everything. Right from the beginning. About how when you were a mermaid you dreamed of having legs like the landwalkers did, dreamed of walking on land and leading a human life. You told him how you would watch the villagers and then how the lighthouse caught your attention and you saw him from the water for the very first time and knew that he would always have your heart. You told him of the childhood story your father used to tell you of the mermaid who wished for legs and the sea witch who granted it. It was easier to tell him things that he already knew, and you knew you were just procrastinating the truth. But, you really didn’t want to watch the happiness strip off of him when you did.
Finally, you told him about how you sought out said sea witch and found her, making a wish for legs of your very own. About the precedent of the deal and how it required you to cut out the beating heart of the human who you loved the most—him. Then, you told him how you could never go through with it, how you’d rather throw yourself to the sea and become seafoam before ever thinking of hurting him. You should’ve left that very first day for the village when you had the chance. You both never should’ve fallen in love with each other, now you both are in danger.
Sunghoon sat quietly with a slight look of horror as you spoke, intently listening to every word that fell from your mouth. “Don't you see why I told you it was dangerous for us to get closer? Why it’s not safe?” you cried. “And it’s all my fault… I should've insisted that you take me to the village instead of staying. Now we only have a week left before I leave you forever.”
Another moment passed as you cried and cried and Sunghoon held you as tightly as he could, fearful that you’d crumble completely in his arms. He struggled to wrap his mind around the whole thing—around the fact that your time together was limited. He didn’t want to believe it. A part of him hoped that this was all just a test of true love from the sea witch. That she’d come up from the waves and grant you the life that you deserved fully and then you and him would run off into your new lives together, hand in hand. But, Sunghoon knew deep down that that wasn’t the case. This was it. This was the only time you both had left together. It wasn't fair—yet, if given the chance, he’d do it all again with you.
Sunghoon couldn’t bear living without you, that was the only stable thought in his mind.
It was so cruel. Sunghoon desperately needed more time with you. The two of you were supposed to have the rest of your lives together and now everything was cut so short. How was he supposed to go on after this without you? Sunghoon took your face in his hands and gently wiped away your tears with the pads of his thumbs. It broke his heart to see you so sad, so… defeated. All Sunghoon wanted to see was your beautiful smile again. To make you laugh and tell you to let all of your worries wash away—but he couldn’t.
“Why did you think I'd let you sacrifice yourself for me?” Sunghoon asked. As if he’d let you do such a ridiculous thing. He would rather carve out his heart himself and throw it to the sea if it meant you could keep the life you dreamed of.
You threw his words back at him. “Why did you think I'd let you sacrifice yourself for me? It’s not a life if you aren’t in it.”
“Because my heart already beats for you.” Sunghoon said it like it was the simplest thing ever. You shook your head at his words but Sunghoon just nodded. “It does. And I want you to have everything you’ve ever wanted, even if it’s at the cost of my own life.”
“No…” you shook your head as more tears fell from your watery eyes. “No,” you stated more firmly. “This life means nothing to me without you. I'm not giving her your heart and neither are you. It'll be hard when I'm gone, but it will get easier with time. We just have to make the most of the week we have left.”
Sunghoon just tilted his head at you and shook his head as tears of his own fell from his eyes. It wouldn't get easier, and no matter how close he held you, it wouldn’t be close enough. He pressed his lips to yours, a slow and wanting kiss, as he tried to beg Time to show the two of you mercy.
In the days leading towards the end of the month you were given, you and Sunghoon spent every waking moment together. Duties were cast aside to only its bare bones and deemed unimportant. You spent time leaving little pieces of yourself on the tiny island. You had taken some of the pearls from your hair and sewn them onto the hat that Sunghoon always wore; he even let you weave some of them into the strands of his hair.
He had asked what you were doing, and when you told him you saw his heart break.
The two of you had walked down to the dock and you stripped down to the last layer of the clothes you wore as he watched you. You haven’t really touched the ocean since you washed up on the shore from it. A part of you was terrified that if you did your tail would grow back or the sea witch would scoop you up again. So each time you and Sunghoon walked along the beach at sunset, you had always skirted around the water and stayed in the sand instead. But, this was more important than that. You just hoped that swimming as a human wasn’t that difficult and it came easily to you.
“Are you sure this is a good idea, my pearl?” Sunghoon asked you as he held your clothes in his arms. The coming summer sun beat down on him, and you finally understood why his eyes sparkled each time he looked at you. The pearls sewn on his hat and twisted between his dark strands of hair made him look ethereal. Even more beautiful than he already was. It made you wonder if there was a version of the two of you somewhere where he sacrificed his legs for a tail instead.
Your own pearls in your hair had dwindled significantly since you gave the majority of yours to him. There was one pearl, though, that you didn’t own. One that you needed to give to him before you left.
“Not exactly,” you said, “But it’s important.”
You sat down on the edge of the dock and dipped your feet into the water to test them. Even though your back was turned to him, you could feel how Sunghoon held his breath along with you. There was silence between the two of you, and after a moment of absolutely nothing, you looked back at him with a grin. As soon as you smiled at him, Sunghoon's whole face lit up. You turned back to the water and slid in.
Your head went beneath the surface and you were expecting to be able to breathe until you remembered that you weren’t a mermaid anymore. This was going to be a lot more difficult than you were initially expecting it to be, but you were determined. When you surfaced again, you gasped out for air and squeezed your eyes shut from the sunlight shining directly in them. When you opened them again, Sunghoon was at the very edge of the dock—your clothes strewn to the side—looking worriedly at you. His mouth opened to speak, but you beat him to it.
“I’m okay, I'm okay. Don't worry, my love.” you beamed up at him as you swam to the dock and held on to the edge. Oh, how you missed the salty water against your skin. “I’m gonna dive down now, but don’t worry about me, okay?”
Sunghoon smiled at you. “I'll never not worry about you.”
You laughed a little before pushing up on the dock a little so you could bring your lips to his for a chaste kiss. When you moved to turn, Sunghoon called out your name and you turned back to him in question. He gently took your face in his hands and kissed you hard. If you weren’t already above the surface, you would’ve thought that you were drowning—and you would’ve sunk down to the depths happily. You smiled against his lips and the two of you kissed until heat spread throughout your faces and you were forced to pull away.
“I love you, my pearl.” Sunghoon kissed the corner of your mouth.
“I’ll be back!” you exclaimed through a laugh. That didn’t matter to Sunghoon, though. He just needed to remind you of it—needed to hear you say it again.
“I know,” Sunghoon says. “I still love you.”
You smiled at him, bigger and brighter than before. “I love you.”
Sinking back down into the water, you began swimming down to the bottom of the ocean floor. It was a bit awkward at first, but the water was like second nature to you and you quickly got the hang of it. You weren’t sure if you would have enough breath to find the pearl that you were looking for, but you’d try and try again until you did.
And you did try. A few times you had to resurface for air and when you did, you found that you were in a different place completely and Sunghoon was just a speck along the horizon still waiting on the dock for you. You worked as quickly as you could with the timer hanging above you. You didn’t want to spend too much time in the water and away from him.
You nearly cried tears of joy when you tickled the oyster and coaxed it open. There it was, the beautiful black set of pearls that you were looking for. They reminded you of the time you snuck to the surface and saw an array of colors against the nighttime sky. It was an alluring light show that you still can’t believe you managed to witness.
It also made you remember the time your father had shown you pearls like these. They were his and your mother’s—a symbol of the purest and eternal love between two people, your father had said. He told you of how one day, you and another would exchange them on the day you were to be wed and the pearl would be the foremost adornment with all of the other pearls in your hair. You held the memory fondly, even if that life was miles away now. You began to wonder what your people thought of your disappearance, but you thought better of it. There was no use making yourself sad when this was supposed to be a happy occasion.
You swam back as fast as you could to Sunghoon, with the sun still hanging high in the sky.
When you surfaced at the dock again, you nearly scared Sunghoon out of his skin. His eyes were scanning the water and when they landed on you suddenly in front of him, he nearly fell into it. You giggled at him and he helped you up onto the dock, immediately shedding off his thin jacket to place over your shoulders. “Did you find what you were looking for?” Sunghoon asked, and you nodded ecstatically.
You took his hand and pulled him away from the sea while Sunghoon tried not to focus on the way the white cotton fabric stuck to your skin and became almost translucent. When you were in the sand again, you turned to him and held open the hand that clutched the black pearls for him to see. Sunghoon's eyes widened, and he looked down at them before quickly looking back up at you. You nodded at him, and he took one of the pearls between two of his fingers to examine it.
“I’ve never seen anything like it,” Sunghoon breathed as he held it up to the sunlight. He then smiles ear to ear and turns towards you. “It's almost as beautiful as you are, my darling.”
You shyly look away from him, heat creeping across your wet cheeks and your heart fluttering. “Under the sea,” you started, catching his loving stare, “a pearl like this is very special. Typically, you only receive one like it on your wedding day. It's a symbol of how your love for your partner is pure and eternal. You tie it in each other’s hair and it’s the one pearl that you never unweave.” Your eyes widened a little as the sudden implication hit you, and you opened your mouth to explain more to Sunghoon but he was already taking your hair between his fingers.
You looked at him from between your lashes as you watched him weave the black pearl into your hair. His brows were knitted together with his focus and you could feel his breath fan across your cheeks from how close he was to you. When he was finished, he held the hair with the black pearl weaved into it in his hand and smiled.
“There we go,” Sunghoon spoke softly, his voice just above a whisper. “Your turn.”
An enamored smile slowly spread across your face and you took a bit of his dark hair and began to weave the black pearl into it. Sunghoon watched you the entire time, his eyes full of so much love that it looked like it was going to spill from his stare at any moment. It felt like a warm and comforting blanket around you, and you didn’t know what you were going to do without it. After you were done, you took a moment to admire him and you could tell he was doing the same to you. You tried your hardest to commit every aspect of him to memory.
You reached your hand up and gingerly touched the black pearl in his hair with a smile. You then delicately touched his pale skin and trailed the tips of your fingers along the moles that prettied it. There was a pang in your chest and your heart began to ache. You were going to miss him.
“It reminds me of your scales—the pearl,” said Sunghoon after a while. You caught his gaze, shock written all throughout your expression. “They're more blue, but they have the same reflection the pearl has.”
In that moment, a desire hidden deep within you—so deep that you didn’t know it even existed—bubbled up to the surface and jumped out of your body. Tears sprang to your eyes and Sunghoon cradled your cheek with his hand, his brows furrowed. Never in your life have you felt seen like Sunghoon makes you feel seen. He took both sides of you—the mermaid and the newfound human—and held them both close to his soul like they were one. He loved you no matter the change.
You couldn’t even begin to express to him how you were feeling, you could barely even get your words out. All you could manage to choke out was: “You’ve seen them?”
The two of you turned to where you had washed up almost a month ago now. The scales that were once a part of your tail are long gone, swept back into the sea with the storm where they belonged to never be seen by you again. You had checked for them, but you were already too late. Sunghoon nodded, looking to you. “I had meant to ask you about them when you first woke up that day, but it completely slipped my mind. I kept some of them.”
Tears slid down your cheeks and he wiped them for you before leading you back to the house. When the two of you got there, Sunghoon dug around in his heavy coats for the one he wore that night before pulling it out. He then dug in the pockets before pulling his hand out. Sunghoon outstretched his hand to you, a couple of your shifting blue scales in his palm. You gasped and covered your mouth with your hands before reaching out for them. Your hand hovered above his before you drew it back. Instead, you closed Sunghoon's hand around them again.
“Keep them close to your heart,” you said, wiping your tears as you smiled happily at him. “A mermaid’s scale will bring you good luck.”
“Are you sure you don’t want them, my pearl?” he asked, and you shook your head. You had no use for them, and he needed them more than you did. If they would keep him safe and bring him good fortune, then that’s all you could ask for.
Sunghoon carefully placed them in the pocket of his cotton shirt under his waistcoat and it reminded you that you were practically naked in human terms. Your chemise was still damp and clung to your skin. You looked down at your clothes. “Oh,” you sheepishly chuckled. Sunghoon's eyes locked onto you and you could tell it’s been plaguing his mind this entire time. Your gaze flicked back up to him and you noticed how blown out his eyes were. You sheepishly chuckled more.
Grinning, Sunghoon took a step forward and wrapped his arms around you. “Is that all you have to say?” he teased. “‘Oh?’ Nothing else?” You shook your head, giggling, before kissing him. Sunghoon pulled back from you a little and in faux bewilderment, he said, “No? Nothing at all?” He brought his lips back to yours, muffling more of your giggles. He then backed you up towards where the hallway was as his fingers gripped at your wet chemise. Sunghoon went to pull it up, but you pushed it back down and hummed against his lips.
Breaking from his lips, you smirked at him before taking his hand and leading him to the bedroom.
A storm had begun to brew along the horizon of the sea that left everything dark and cloudy. You knew that the storm was for you—for him, and it saddened you deeply. It also filled you with a grim determination. The sea witch wouldn’t have Sunghoon’s heart. You would die making sure that was true.
It felt as if all hope was lost. Like a blanket of complete darkness covered the two of you and you walked lost through it. The rest of the week was spent as if you both were mourning each other, and you were. Sunghoon just couldn’t believe that this would be the last time he would ever see you again—he refused to believe it. It hurt too much.
He ensured that he had as much physical attachments of you two together as possible, even going so far to hire a photographer and have your pictures taken. At night, he could hear you weeping and he couldn’t do anything to comfort you except hold you. It wasn't enough for either of you. How could the two of you possibly pretend to be happy when you both knew that the end was near? That the two of you were doomed from the very start?
It was like ice replaced all the warmth inside him and froze him down to the marrow in his bones. The only spark inside him was his undying love for you and you for him. Besides his limited time with you, it was the only thing that was keeping him going. Just getting a glimpse of your face, whether if it was next to him or from one of the pictures he had framed of the two of you, meant the world to him.
It felt strange to feel such deep and heartbreaking, mournful sorrow over someone who was still living. Like his one true love was already taken from him.
How would Sunghoon live on once you were gone? Everywhere he goes he would search for you, whether that be beneath the empty covers of his bed or between the flickering light of the lighthouse. Would he see someone at the village and think that it was you, only for them to turn and he’d see that it wasn’t? Would he see the glittering sunlight along the water and think that it was the pearls in your hair—that you’ve returned home to him? He couldn’t bear it all.
But, he couldn’t do anything to stop it. The final day was here and the storm that was previously brewing in the horizon raged on, demanding to be felt—demanding the heart it came for. Unease sunk deep into Sunghoon, and as you both watched the storm and harsh winds from the window he held you close.
“Please,” Sunghoon begged, voice hoarse, barely above a whisper and half-muffled from his face buried in your hair, “Please, don’t do this. We can figure out another way, just… just don’t go.”
Sunghoon had been crying all night and the storm didn’t help one bit. Even your lullaby only barely managed to make him fall asleep. He didn't want to miss a single precious second with you by sleeping. He had the rest of his life without you to sleep. He’d sleep when he throws himself to the sea years from now and beg the water to bury him next to you. Now wasn’t the time for it.
“It’s too late, my love,” you said somberly. You shifted to face him, tears welling in your eyes. “There's no other option. I have to do this. It's the only way… You’re the land and I'm the sea—we only touch for a brief moment.”
You pressed your lips to Sunghoon’s firmly, letting all your passion and love for him seep through it. No matter how much your lungs ached and your head pounded, you both didn’t break away. If it was going to be your last kiss, it would be one you’ll both remember forever.
Only when you felt like you were about to pass out did you gently pull away from him. A strike of lightning followed by a vicious roar of thunder sounded. “It is time,” you whispered, tears slipping down your cheeks.
You stood from the couch, forcing yourself to break away from Sunghoon and the life you cherished so deeply. You bent down to give him one last hug. “I love you, forever,” you said, “And I'll miss you for even longer.”
“I love you,” Sunghoon said, his voice breaking into a cry as tears slid down his face. “I miss you.” With bated breath, Sunghoon looked up at you through his tears, "I'm sorry.”
You shook your head at Sunghoon as you stood to your full height, your hand fell from his face as you wiped away his tears. You inhaled sharply and you got one last look at Sunghoon, one last look at him to burn into your mind before you turned to seafoam.
You took in every inch of him, down to the hat with your pearls sewn onto it discarded at his feet and the pearls woven into his dark hair as he ran his hands through it. You focused for a moment on the black pearl in his hair that you both shared and you hoped that when he looked at it too he would remember how much you love him. Sunghoon was so drastically different from when you first met him, yet, completely the same all at once. It broke your heart into a million pieces to see him this way and have it be all because of you.
Inhaling deeply, you turned your back to him before he could convince you to stay. Your hand lingered near the door and you turned back to him one last time. “Goodbye, my love, my Sunghoon.”
With your last goodbye, you opened the door and faced the storm.
There was no use in delaying the inevitable. You stomped towards the water, stripping off your clothes and your last shred of humanity. Anger permeated you, hot like the flame of the flickering lighthouse.
It was so unfair. It was so unfair that you couldn’t have the one thing you’ve ever wished for. But you guess that it was no easy wish going against nature. A thing belonging to the sea cannot step onto the land without consequences—and here you were, facing them. Walking headfirst back to the sea—to your own death—like one would if they had pockets full of stones.
You barely got to your knees in the water before red-hot pain spread throughout your legs, the same pain that you felt when they formed from your tail. Soon after you were falling to the water, your deep blue, color shifting tail emerging from behind you. You dived underwater, thankful for once that mermaids couldn’t cry.
You began to swim further out into the sea, watching as more and more of your body transformed back to its original state. The entire time you thought of the sea witch, of how you hated her and her cruelness. She did this to you—she let you dream of hope only to turn the lights back out. You never should’ve made that bargain. Maybe then you and Sunghoon could still be together. He'd wait at the dock for you and you’d wait at the shore for him, and it would be enough.
Above you, you saw the water ripple like something was dropped in. You wouldn’t have thought anything of it if not for the feeling against your tail. You stopped swimming and twisted to look behind you. Shock filled you and your eyes widened. Sunghoon swam towards you, clothes flowing in the water as he got closer.
No. What was he doing here? Doesn't he know how dangerous it is for him to be in the sea at this moment? You wanted to lecture him, scream at him—but, all that filled you was the immense love you have for him.
Sunghoon reached out his hands toward your face and gently grabbed your cheeks. He swam forward and placed his lips onto yours. You should’ve known that he wouldn’t let you go alone, that he would be there with you until the very end—even if you told him over and over that it would only make the pain worse.
You pulled away and let yourself smile at him one last time—for the first time as what you truly were. That smile quickly faltered when you saw all the red start to seep out from around the two of you, the feeling of something hard puncturing your chest.
Looking down, you gasped and bubbles of air floated towards the surface. Lodged in Sunghoon's chest was a knife with blood rapidly coming from it. You shook your head at him, brows knitting together in anguish, and Sunghoon just nodded.
You refused to let him do this—to let him die. To let him die for you. It wasn't supposed to be like this. It was supposed to be you, not him. You were supposed to be the sacrifice.
You linked your arms under his and swam as fast as you could to the shore, bringing Sunghoon towards the surface and fighting against the harsh waves. Every second felt like a grain of sand in an hourglass, and you didn’t have much sand left. You now know what he meant when Sunghoon said “I'm sorry.”
Sunghoon didn’t have much time, you knew that from the way he began to cough violently. You dragged him as far up on the shore and as far away from the water as you possibly could with the hindrance of your tail. You made sure not even the waves lapped up to the two of you. The sea witch wouldn’t have him, you will die making sure of it.
You started screaming for help until your voice was hoarse, but it was no use against the whipping winds of the storm. Nobody would hear you on this tiny island away from the village anyway. “Why?” you asked him, your voice breaking as tears fell from your face, “Why would you do this? The sea doesn’t deserve a heart like yours.”
Sunghoon grabbed your hands and brought them to the hilt of the blade in his chest. “Take it… It’s yours. It will always be yours,” he said hoarsely. Blood spilled past his lips and you cried harder. “Go, be free. Walk on land and live the life you’ve always wanted. Be human.”
He violently coughed more and more blood coated his lips.
“It's not a life I want if it isn’t with you,” you cried, removing your hands from the hilt and pressing them to his wound. Your hands were stained but the blood wouldn’t stop.
Sunghoon took your hands in his, “It’s not a world I want to live in if you’re not by my side, my pearl.”
With the last of his strength, Sunghoon wrapped his hands around the hilt and harshly pulled the blade from his chest. You cried out as more blood gushed from the wound and stained his shirt red. “No, no, no!” You sobbed louder with each word.
“Kiss.. me… One last time?” Sunghoon heaved in question. His eyes started to close but he fought to keep them open—he wouldn’t waste any more precious seconds. You couldn’t believe that it was all ending like this—that it all could come to this. You stupid, halfwitted, naive little guppy. How dare you dream of a life you could never have?
You sniffled and nodded. You didn’t care that his blood would be on your lips, you bent down to press yours to his anyway. As they moved in sync you could feel the life draining from him and you pulled away, letting him get as much oxygen as he possibly can. It wasn't supposed to be this way.
Sunghoon smiled up at you and it was the last glimmer of light in the darkness as the rain poured down around the two of you. He cupped your face gently, his hand trembling. “My pearl…” he whispered, "I love you so much. I love you, forever.”
With those last words, Sunghoon's eyes closed and his hand fell from your face and into the wet sand below.
You looked down at him with wide, watery eyes. A loud sob ripped through you and you cried until your chest felt like exploding and you could barely see from the burning tears. You raised a shaky hand and placed it softly on Sunghoon’s chest where his heart resided. It no longer beat. He was gone, truly… gone.
You took the knife laying limply in his other hand and threw it as far away from the two of you as you could. You then laid your head on his chest like you did all those nights ago in the bed you shared, only, it wasn’t the same.
Sunghoon was gone. His warm body was now growing cold and his beating heart had stilled. All that was left was you—and soon, even you would cease to exist.
You felt tingling in your tail, little stabbing pains that would hurt if you didn’t feel so numb right now. You knew that you were withering away—turning into seafoam like the sea witch promised with only your bones and your heart to leave behind so she could collect it. You welcomed it, for you had nothing left.
Let her take your heart, so long as she doesn’t touch his.
Softly, you began to hum the lullaby your mother used to sing to you as a child. You hoped that it would aid Sunghoon on his journey beyond, that the storm would no longer make him anxious and instead he felt calm. That it would gently lull him to where he needed to be.
More tears slid down your wet cheeks from the lack of sound in his chest. How it didn’t rise and fall with his breathing. But, you continued humming.
The fin of your tail started to turn first. Seafoam overtook it and fell away into the sand in a pool of foamy white and bone. You closed your eyes as it spread further and further up your body. You hummed until you physically couldn’t anymore—until your entire body was seafoam and so were your lips. Until you were nothing but a beating heart against Sunghoon’s still chest.
The storm began to melt away, the dark clouds very slowly rolling back towards the magic that casted them and the rain traveling upwards towards them. It is unknown how long the remnants of your bodies laid in the wet sand, curled into each other.
There was no telling where Sunghoon ended and you began.
Deep down below at the sea floor there is a rumbling. A loud, angry scream follows and it is said it can be heard for miles. The sea witch tries with all her might, but her waters are just too far away from where the two lovers lie. She is unable to take their hearts, for they are their own—they belong to each other and no one else. And soon after, your heart turns to seafoam too. The two of you, at once, were at home with each other.
While the law searches the tiny island to figure out what came of the lighthouse keeper, they find a picture of a woman with pearls in her hair—similar to the pearls found in the lighthouse keeper’s hair—and shifting blue scales. The picture and the scales were hidden in a pocket close to his chest and free from any blood. The woman was never found and the villagers have no recollection of her—despite the various photographs around the lighthouse keeper’s small home.
Through the breaking light of the dawn, it is said you can see two souls turn to one.
✉️ ⦂ hey…. hey… i just want to say first and foremost and i am so unbelievably sorry for the pain i just put you all through LMAO <//3 can everyone make some noise for #realyearners tho?!?!?!!? btw, if any of you wanted to see all the changes / additions i made to the rework, then here is the original version! ♡ AND THANK YOU SO SO SOOO MUCH TO @yingelics FOR THE ABSOLUTELYYYYYY BEAUTIFUL DIVIDER ABOVE AAAA!!! (づ ￣ ³￣)づ♡♡♡♡♡
It feels so good waking up to read this masterpiece, spectacular give me 14 of them right now. At the right time too Silver Spring by Fleetwood Mac played, right where the lyrics said. "Time cast a spell on you, but you won't forget me" and they were tying pearls on each others hair :(
who knew having two guys wanting you could feel so good, especially when its your hot best friend, park sunghoon, and the new australian transfer student, sim jaeyun. why choose one when you could have both?
park sunghoon + sim jaeyun x fem!reader
genre: college/hockey au
content warnings: smut, very suggestive, jealous/possessive themes, mean dom sunghoon, soft dom (almost sub?) jake, threesome, pussy eating, slapping, fingering, squirting, cum eating, it gets messy. dry humping, boob obsessed jake! teasing, sexting, unprotected sex, slight size kink, morally grey characters, y/n loves the attention (she pretends she doesn’t), they bring her freak out but who wouldn’t for jakehoon? featuring: heeseung and jay, this is pretty much porn with a plot btw..
word count: 15k
Every university has its sport, football, baseball, basketball, you name it. Crimson University has them all of course. But where they really specialize in, is Hockey.
One of the most intense sports played on ice. Especially by your school's team. Aggressive would be an understatement, it's straight up brutal in that rink.
You used to wonder what it felt like, the adrenaline rush. But watching became more your speed. Which is why you’re standing a few feet away from your university's hockey team, the players standing up, sticks banging against the boards, shouting as Park Sunghoon lands a punch on an opponent from the other team.
You shouldn’t even be surprised either, considering he's always been terrible at keeping his anger in, and that this sport is the only way he tends to get it out.
You two have been friends for a while, if 5 years could be considered that. Back when he was bench warming at your high school Hockey teams game as freshmen, you were taking yearbook photos. Funny how it's almost parallel to what's happening at this very moment.
Except, Park Sunghoon is now one of the best players on the team, Hell— maybe even in the country. And you’re majoring in journalism, getting photos for the weekly newsletter.
You thought that once he reached big league status after you both got accepted into Crimson University, he'd maybe forget about you..?
But that's far from the truth, how could he? You were the one person who actually tried to get to know him in highschool, when he was just some twig to snap on the ice.
Yeah, it was for a yearbook interview you had to do. But you always had good intentions, and he looked like he needed someone to sit with at lunch that day. You've both seen each other at your best and worst, deepest secrets tucked in each other's hearts– and since then you two have been pretty much inseparable.
Everyone erupts into shouts, pure chaos in the rink, and out. The other teams student section yelling, and yours mirroring that. The hockey stick in Sunghoon's hand is long forgotten as he slams the other guy against the glass barrier, shaking it completely.
Your team's coach is blowing his whistle, yelling, but it's not enough. You watch as the boys on the rink skate over attempting to separate them, Lee Heeseung; Team captain making it there first, attempting to force Sunghoon off of the poor guy.
Park Jongseong or Jay as the team calls him, takes his other side, yelling at Sunghoon, telling him to stop, and that it's just “going to make shit worse”.
Sunghoon's fist is raised in the air, inches away from the guy in front of him who decided now was the time to make a comment about you. “Hoon— man we need you, don’t fuck it up.” Heeseung says. Placing a hand on his shoulder.
You watch from a distance as Sunghoon lowers his fist, pushing off the guy and stepping back, picking up his hockey stick to skate back to the other side.
The coach doesn’t even have to say anything because Sunghoon goes straight into the penalty box. And he knows he’s going to hear that shit later in the locker room.
You glance over at him a few feet away from you, shaking your head as he takes off his helmet, his sweat clad hair sticking to his forehead. He sets it on the ground more aggressively than needed.
The rest of the team skates back over to the bench gates, gathering around the coach, most likely discussing who they are going to sub in for Sunghoon.
He looks over at you as the boys go back on ice, taking position, you adjust your camera lens, trying to get the best shots you can of your school's Hockey team. You catch him looking from the corner of your eye.
Gesturing to the penalty box he’s sitting in, you mouth the words "That's what you get” before focusing back on your camera, he chuckles, running a hand through his hair. But God knows if anyone else had said that, they’d be in deep shit.
Five minutes later they put him back on the ice, the score now a whopping 5-4, Crimson Ville in the lead of course. One minute left in the third period, there's no doubt they are taking the win. Your eyes drift to the other team and their student section still trying to stay just as hyped as yours even if they know exactly what's going to happen.
Everyone was on their feet, the players making noise, cheers coming from all around as Heeseung passes the puck to Jay, you watch as a player from the opposite team rams into him, attempting to steer him off track, Jay manages to knock it over to another player, who gets it taken by someone from the opposite team.
Sunghoon comes in full force, nearly knocking him off his feet, shoulder ramming into him as he takes the puck, skating across the ice, inching closer and closer, Sunghoon looks for the familiar 07 jersey, spotting him immediately, Heeseung. He's quick to pass it over to him, Heeseung dodges a player coming at him, getting even closer to the goal
Jay covers him, bumping into a player on Heeseung's ass, the shouts grow louder as he gets closer to the Goal, everything is going how they planned the play, just when the goalie thinks Heeseung is going to hit the puck in, Sunghoon comes in on the other side, giving Heeseung a clear opening to pass it to him. It's a flash of Red, black, and white jerseys as Sunghoon knocks the puck into the goal, the opposite team's goalie caught completely off guard by the switch up.
Everyone abrupts into screams and shouts, cheering on, chanting their names, you watch as the boys from Crimson ville step over the boards, skating over to Sunghoon and Heeseung, slapping them on their helmets encouragingly.
Sunghoon looks at the crowd in the stands, before holding up his hockey stick in dramatic victory, smile bright on his face as the crowd cheers even louder, you capture the moment through your camera lens perfectly.
With it being the first game of the season, of course there's a celebration, especially since Crimson Ville won.
Sunghoon insisted on you going, the Party being held in his shared place with Jay and Heeseung. You were familiar with the place considering you came often, and also since it was kind of a hot spot for the parties here at Uni ever since Freshman year.
You try to adjust to the smell of alcohol, sweat, and something else as you enter the house, some loud rap song playing on their obnoxiously big speakers, lights flickering, people shouting, all still buzzing from the win.
The place was packed to the brim, bodies crowded, swaying. You and your friend, who happens to be the coaches daughter, both give each other a look.
“Im gonna find Yunjin and them, you’re gonna be alright?” She asks, standing on her tip toes to somewhat observe the crowd, you offer a nod and smile as she squeezes through, disappearing in the sea of bodies.
“Y/N!” you’d recognize that voice anywhere, some heads turn as none other than Park Sunghoon approaches you, red solo cup in hand, Jersey rolled up to act as a sleeveless shirt, he throws his arm around your shoulder in the way he normally does.
People used think you two were dating—They’d look at you and say “Oh y/n, nah she’d never get with a guy like him. She has too much respect for herself to do that.” since he’s sort of developed a reputation for himself, one that includes fucking girls and never anything more.
You tried to tell him it's wrong to do that, but he tends to give excuses like “I never promised them anything.” You roll your eyes as he guides you to the kitchen where you recognize the other players' faces.
“Aye, look who made it,” Heeseung says, pouring you a drink. “Someone wouldn't stop begging me too.” You eye Sunghoon who raises his hands innocently, not even bothering to hide the grin on his face. You take the drink from Heeseung, sipping a little before nearly gagging.
“God– what did you put in this, its radioactive” You stick your tongue out in a disgusted manner earning a laugh from him, “Jay mixed a bunch of shit together, apparently its one of his famous mixed drinks” Sunghoon mocks, getting a light shove from Jay who sniffs the drink in his cup “Its not even that bad– fuck, okay never mind.” He sets his cup down earning even more laughs.
Some more people fill up the kitchen, you prop yourself up on the counter, Sunghoon leans against it beside you. “So, get any good photos of me?” He asks, looking at you. “If you’re talking about the way you clip farmed at the end, then yes.” You stifle a laugh, “You know my best angles baby” He winks, you shove his shoulder, he holds it dramatically faking hurt making you laugh even harder.
You watch as a girl approaches him, no surprise with that. Dress clinging to her body, his gaze immediately drops to her chest before looking at her face. You take that as your sign to hop off the counter, he opens his mouth to call back for you but the girl already takes her chance, and you definitely don't want to know what she has to say.
You spot your friends on the couch, some clinging to the other players on the team, “-some big shot guy from Australia?” Jay questions, leaning over Heeseung's phone.
“Yeah– my dad said he's like really good, that's why he's transferring here.” Your friend says, repeating the words of the team's coach, You walk over, sitting in the open seat next to her on the couch, Heeseung on the other side. “Who are you guys talking about?” You ask over the loud music,
“Holy shit– He scored 56 goals last season?” Jay exclaims, scrolling on Heeseung's phone, “Man this guys something serious.” One of the other teammates says.
Heeseung leans forward to look at you, “We're getting a new transfer student, some university in Australia, I've been communicating with him a bit over break. He was supposed to be here for today's game but he couldn't make it– pretty sure he flies in on Sunday.”
Heeseung says casually eyes drifting to Jay who is now going through Heeseung's messages where he was in fact communicating with said transfer student. “Wait, is this why we still haven't accepted any offers for the extra room?” Jay asks curiously
“Yeah, he said he’d pay his side of the rent and everything, plus if he's as chill as he seems, he'll get along just right with us.” Heeseung says before snatching his phone from Jay before he sees something he shouldn't.
“Whats his name?” You ask, brow raised. “Jake Sim. Coach already has his Jersey ready, hes excited as fuck too.” Your friend chuckles, “Yeah it's all he's been talking about if it's not you, Jay or Sunghoon.” Your friend mumbles to Heeseung who says something low enough that you can't hear it.
You space out, the name sounds oddly familiar, Jake Sim..
That's when it clicks, you remember reading over the message from the Honors Society, the one where you were chosen to give a tour and help a new student, which is completely normal for those in the Program.
But now you know who that student is, Jake Sim. You don't say anything about it as conversation switches. But you know you’ll definitely look into it later.
Your eyes follow everyone else's as the team whistles, watching as Sunghoon holds the hand of the same girl from earlier, leading her up the stairs.
He offers them all the finger before disappearing. “He better be done by the time it clears out.” Jay mutters, running a hand through his hair, Heeseung chuckles knowingly.
You tilt your head questioning, “Last time he had some chick in there who couldn't keep her mouth shut for the life of her, screaming and shit–” Jay says, you cut him off “Okay, ew–” You make a disgusted face, earning a laugh from your friends.
“Girl, I don't know how you deal with him.” One of your friends say, legs swung over another players lap, you shrug offering a smile as the topic switches.
Normally you don't really stay to clean up at their place, considering it would quite literally be around 2-3 am by the time everyone clears out.
But you wanted to hear more about this Jake Sim everyone seems so eager about. “What made him want to transfer here?” You ask Heeseung curiously, washing the remains in a few used solo cups down the sink.
He throws some empty cans in a trashbag, not bothering to look at you “It was his best option, apparently he's smart as hell too.” He says casually, moving around the kitchen, putting away any extra alcohol leftover. “Oh..” You look down at your feet before washing out the sink.
“Alright backyards good, im not going any further because I dont know what im going to step into, especially with the lightweights who throw up everywhere and shit.” Jay says, shutting the glass slide door behind him.
“Did your friends head out y/n?” He asks, looking around. Heeseung's head pops up at that “Yeah, I wasn't going to make them stay to clean up.” You chuckle dryly.
“Plus, Sunghoon said he’d give me a ride.” You smile at the both of them, they give each other a look, one that you don't see before shutting off the sink and drying your hands off with a paper towel.
“Alright, but if he doesn’t come down in the next 30 minutes, Jay can take you.” Heeseung says, Jay makes an offended expression “Dude, I need my beauty sleep too–”
All three of your eyes shift to the sound of a door slamming upstairs, the culprit coming into sight right after.
The same girl from earlier that Sunghoon had brought up stomping angrily down the stairs, her steps faltering when she sees the three of you watching her with confused faces. Heeseung shakes his head knowingly before focusing back on cleaning up.
Her eyes immeditly land on you, “Fuck are you looking at?” She looks you up and down before moving to the front door, you don't say anything as she slams that one behind her as well.
“I don’t even want to know what he did.” Jay says, rubbing the back of his head.
“I’ll go talk to him.” You brush past both of them, making your way up the stairs. Your hand hovers over the handle, ultimately deciding to knock–just in case.
“Didn’t change my mind.” Sunghoon says, irritation leaking from his tone, your brows furrow before speaking up “Sunghoon, it's me.” He doesn't have to ask who, by now he's recognized the sound of your voice.
He opens the door for you 5 seconds later, you observe his room to see his clothes from earlier now discarded on the floor beside his messy bed. Hockey trophies stacked neatly along his shelf. Your eyes land on him, the grey sweatpants hung low on his hips, the black Calvin Klein branded boxers poking out.
“Put some clothes on.” You move past him, picking up a white tank top hanging on his desk chair and throwing it at his chest. He chuckles before putting it on and shutting the door, laying on his bed causally.
He leans against his pillows, arms resting behind his head as he watches you. “Come’re” He pats the spot next to him, you slip off your sneakers before sitting down beside him.
“She seemed pretty upset.” You look down at him warily, he tries not to smile at your expression “Don’t worry about it, just lay with me for a little.” He says, wrapping his hand around your waist and pulling you flush against him.
You relax into his hold, hand resting on his chest “You still need to drive me home.” You mutter, eyes already feeling drowsy as his large hand flattens on your hair. “Says the one falling asleep.” He chuckles when your hand lightly hits him, practically tickling. “Shut up..” You mumble, curling deeper into his arms.
-
Sunday comes sooner than you expected, you made a note to set your alarm so you could get to the Honors Society building early, collecting the papers you need, including Jake Sim’s printed schedule.
You check your phone, smoothing down the front of your sweater and jeans before walking towards the main lobby.
“-Oh yeah, it's beautiful here. So much more different than home.” Your eyes find the sound immediately, the thick Australian accent cutting through your senses.
You observe him from behind, his dark washed jeans, to the white shirt with the words "Brisbane Hockey Championship" on the back. The girl, who you recognize as another student in the Honors Society smiling ear to ear while talking to him.
You walk closer, folder held in your hand. “Jake Sim?” You question, his eyes fall on you, taking you in. And to say this man was handsome was an understatement, he’s straight up gorgeous
“That's me” He smiles boyishly at you, eyes falling to your lips for a split second. Great, a natural flirt too.
“I'm y/n, you’re here for your schedule and tour right?” You ask, tilting your head. “Nice to meet you, y/n” He holds out his hand, you try not to smile at the formal gesture before shaking his, he holds it a second too long before letting go.
“Ill see you around, yeah?” He turns to the girl sitting down, she nods eagerly earning a chuckle from him before he falls into step beside you.
“So, Australia?” You ask, leading him outside the building, the sun beaming down on the campus. He looks down at you, “Accents that strong huh?” He asks playfully, “It’s not everyday we get a transfer from there.” You smile politely, opening the folder in your hand.
You hand him his schedule filled with the courses he chose, mirroring his credits from Australia, “You’re lucky, a lot of those are in the same area” You lean over, pointing. He nods, catching the faint smell of your peach scented shampoo. “Guess it's better we’re doing this on a Sunday then” He smiles, walking beside you.
After finishing the tour early, you and Jake had moved to the Hockey rink, he asked if he could see it since that's where he was going to be playing until he graduated from here.
You were happy to show him, but being you, wanting to fill the silence, accidentally brought up the story about the time you were sitting in this exact spot with your group of friends. It was freshman year before the first game of the season, which also happened to be your birthday.
Sunghoon decided it was the perfect time to surprise you with the rest of the team, unfortunately with a pink birthday stash and tiara, while encouraging everyone in the stands to sing happy birthday to you.
Jake was cheesing ear to ear at the story, you cringing in embarrassment. “Some friends you got yourself” He had said, chuckling. You didn't tell him it was Sunghoon, you don't know why either.
You don't know how long you two have been sitting here, just talking. Jake was the kind of person you could easily get along with, where conversation flowed.
He had nudged your shoulder jokingly calling you “princess” the nickname making a slight blush coat your cheeks, especially said with his accent.
Jake tries to be a respectful guy, he really does. But one thing about him is that he loves women. God– everything about them, so he was excited to come here, not only for hockey but also to see what this university could provide for him, sex wise maybe.
You lean your head back, laughing at something he said, his eyes trail down your neck, to the curve of your breast beneath your sweater before looking at your face again.
His phone goes off in his pocket, he reads the message across his screen from Heeseung saying that he's free to come by and get settled any time today.
You tilt your head as he stands up, helping you off the stands, you two walk next to each other like it's natural, stepping outside into the warm air. You turn to face him.
“In here is pretty much everything you need to know, if you want to change any of your classes, and I'm sure the Hockey schedule is in there too.” You hand it to him, “I'll see you around, Jake.” You smile, he doesn't think before reaching out for your wrist, you pause, facing him again.
“Do you mind if I get your number?” You raise your brow, “-In case I need help or anything, you seem to know a lot about everything.” He lets go of your hand gently
“Yeah, sure.” You hold out your hand and he swipes through his phone, you put your number in and hand it back to him. “If you need anything just send me a text.” You tuck your hair behind your ear, a part of him wishes he did it for you.
“Thanks for the tour, Princess.” You turn around hiding your face as you walk away from him, he shakes his head smirking before going the other way.
-
“I mean she practically broke the fucking hinges off the door.” Jay exaggerates, helping Jake bring his bags upstairs to his new room. “Nah, you’re just dramatic as hell.” Sunghoon chuckles, setting one of Jake's bags beside the bed.
Heeseung leans against the door frame with a smile on his face. “How about the girls in Australia?” Heeseung asks curiously. Jake whistles low “Man, they get fucking crazy over there. This one time this chick and her friends keyed my friends car because he broke it off, brand new too.”
Jay hisses at words, “All I have to say is don't mess with those Gold Coast girls.” The guys make their way down to the living room after Jake said he didn't want to “hold them up”
“Alright rules.” Heeseung says, dragging the other three's attention to him. Sunghoon rolls his eyes, “First, try to pick up. Which shouldn't be an issue considering how neatly packed your bags are.”
That earns a chuckle from Jake, “Second, if you’re having a girl over, for the love of God– try not to have her screaming and shit, or eating our food.” He emphasizes the last part, Jay eyes Sunghoon, laughing when he flips him off.
“Third.. Uh– pay rent on time.” Heeseung leans back against the couch proudly. Jake nods after each rule, understanding.
“How about now though? Have you seen anyone who interests you?” Sunghoon asks curiously, observing Jake from the other couch.
“I mean not really–” the image of you flashes in his mind “Actually, the girl who helped me out today with the tour and stuff.” Jake says casually, finger absent mindedly tracing the edge of his phone. “Damn, what's her name?” Jay asks, leaning forward.
“Y/n.” Jake replies, running a hand through his hair. Sunghoon stills at the mention of your name.
Out of all fucking people.
Jake notices the sudden change in the room, “Like y/n l/n?” Jay leans forward just to clarify “Yeah.. you guys know her?”
“Since first year, Sunghoons known her since high school though.” Heeseung says Jake's eyes drift to Sunghoon whose lips are tightened, biting the inside of his cheek.
“Those two have been inseparable ever since, Sunghoons like some little puppy, following her around and shit–” Jay starts with a smirk on his face “I don't follow her around dickhead.”
Jake eyes Sunghoon, silently thinking about the relationship you have with him, “Yeah right, she has you on a leash.” Heeseung chuckles, the boys watch as Sunghoon pulls out his phone. “Fine, she can tell you herself.” Sunghoon sends a message to you, watching as the bubbles appear next to your name.
Sunghoon: Come over
You: Why..
Sunghoon: am I not allowed to hangout with my bestfriend
Sunghoon: we can order in from the korean bbq
You: I'm on the way
Sunghoon holds his phone up, victory gleaming in his eyes, “Great, now tell her to invite her sexy ass friends.” Jay says encouragingly, Sunghoon squints at him “You just did that so she would bring them didn't you.” he asks knowingly.
Jay shrugs, earning a laugh from Heeseung. Sunghoon texts it anyway, you replying with a “Jay asked didn't he.”
“Im gonna unpack some of my stuff before anyone gets here.” Jake says, standing up, the boys nod before focusing back on each other, Sunghoon's eyes linger a bit longer before looking away.
You arrive 15 minutes later, still wearing the same outfit from earlier, your hair tied in a loose ponytail. Sunghoon stands up walking over to you, “Hey–”
“Wheres Jake? Did he move all his stuff in?” You ask curiously, peaking behind Sunghoon's shoulder. He scrunches his nose at that
“What? You’re not excited to see me?” He asks, finger tucking a loose strand of hair from your ponytail behind your ear. “Should I be?” You observe his eyes for a moment
“He's upstairs.” Jay says casually, scrolling through his phone. Sunghoon shoots him a glare, watching as you brush past him.
You see him before he notices you, he's unpacking some clothes out of a box, putting them into his closet. You knock on the door lightly, his face softens when he sees you. “Hey, didn’t know you were so familiar with them.” Jake says, you don't catch the tone beneath it. You lean against his door frame.
“Im surprised they even like spending time with me.” you chuckle lightly, he pauses, setting the hoodie in his hand down facing you.
“Why?” He asks curiously, “You’re fun to be around.” He says casually, his honesty making your heart leap in your chest pathetically.
“I–Thanks” You smile, “You don’t have to stand out there” He says, watching the way you linger by his door. You step in, looking around curiously.
Your eyes landing on a photo in a black frame sitting on the edge of his desk, you inch closer to it, bending down slightly to get a better look. “Are these your friends from Australia?” You ask,
“Mhm.” He replies, you didn't realise how close he got to you, his arm brushes yours as he picks the frame up, you straighten. “Hm, cute.” You smile down at the photo of him smiling with his friends, his eyes never leave your face as you observe the photo “Yeah–”
“What do you want from the Korean BBQ place?” Sunghoon's sharp voice cuts through the moment, if it even was one.
You back away from Jake like you’ve been caught doing something you shouldn't. He doesn't miss that. “Uh–the..”
“I know what you want y/n.” He looks at Jake expectantly, “Im fine with Samgyeopsal” Sunghoon nods before his eyes are back on you
“Come on. We’re picking it up.” He says briefly, you walk closer to the door, turning down the hallway, you give Jake a small wave before following after him.
“Do you like him?” Sunghoon asks bluntly, you turn to face him “Who? Jake?”
“Yeah, who else.” His grip tightens on the steering wheel. “I literally haven't known the man for more than 24 hours, he’s nice though, and.. Pretty.”
Sunghoon side eyes you for a moment “Pretty?” he spits out, “Yeah.” You reply, leaning your arm on the center console.
“What about me?” The question catches you off guard, you clear your throat. “I mean you have a reputation for being the campus pretty boy, actually your whole friend group does.” You chuckle, he doesn't say anything so you continue
“Yes you’re pretty Sunghoon.” You say smiling, eyes lingering on his side profile.
“Whos prettier then?” Sunghoon asks, he can't believe he's actually asking this right now, but he doesn't care. “You’re ridiculous.” You nudge his shoulder playfully
“Hey, I'm just trying to make sure no one replaces me” He shrugs, “You should know better than anyone, that no one could replace you.” You smile at him all too innocently, the way you say it makes him believe it.
He tries to block out the voice in his head that tells him Jake could be the one to shift that, and he can’t let that happen.
That afternoon was one of those times where you’re happy you didn't plan anything. Your friends mixed with Sunghoon’s all getting along, the discarded Korean BBQ sitting on the table at the center of the living room.
“—Hell no, Lakeview State is ass. I'm betting on a 6-0 score.” Jay says confidently, “I don’t know man, I've been looking at their stats with coach and they cleared Summit Valley last week.” Heeseung says, rubbing his jaw in thought.
Sunghoon sits back down beside you on the couch, arm resting casually behind your shoulders, he hands you a can of soda, “Yeah, yeah, no drinking on school nights.” He rolls his eyes, mocking your words, earning a jab to his ribs.
Your eyes drift to Jake who is now talking to a few of your friends, practically surrounding him like a pack of hyenas closing in on their next meal. “He seems to be doing well” You nod over to Jake, Sunghoon’s eyes follow yours, resisting the urge to pull your face towards his, making you look at no one other than him.
“Yeah.” He replies blandly, fingers twisting the strands at the end of your ponytail casually.
Even when you got home that night, you still tried to make sense of the few minutes spent in Jake's room, then your mind shifted to Sunghoon, the look on his face.
You tell yourself he's just being possessive, which is normal for him since he's always been like that. It's nothing new, right..?
-
“Oh, this is going to be good.” your friend says, watching as the boys from the opposite team stretch on the ice, You look around, shaking your head with a smile at the group of guys behind you, shirtless with the word Crimson painted in red across their chests.
As the boys from your schools team make their way on the ice to warm up, the student section erupts into cheers, The guys saying things like “Lakeview State is fucking cooked.” and the girls practically drooling as the guys start stretching, specifically when they get into the frog pose. (look it up guys trust)
Your eyes land on the brand new #15 Jersey, Jake. As he braces both hands on the ice and rolls his hips, “God he's so hot..” A girl to the other side of you says, someone you don't recognize too well.
“Girl, if he can do that on ice, imagine what he can do in bed.” Her other friend says, you can't help but blush at the statement.
Jake’s all the university has been buzzing about since the beginning of the week. From his sweet personality, to his thick accent, to his absolutely gorgeous face, everyone is obsessed with him.
Rightfully so, I mean just look at him. You unknowingly lick your lips, watching him. His eyes search the crowd mid stretch until they land on you, he gives you that same boyish smile from the day you met him, and you can't help the heat that rises up your neck.
“Omg he totally looked at me? Did you see that?” You try not to roll your eyes at the voice of the girl beside you, “I heard there's a party at Heeseung and them's place tonight.. And he also doesn't have a girlfriend.” Her friend says, you bite down the inside of your cheek, holding yourself back from saying something—
“Hey, you good?” Your friend asks with a concerned look on her face “What–yeah I'm fine.” You chuckle before focusing back on the ice as the boys get into position. Their attention is drawn away as the first period starts and the crowd begins their “oohs” and “ahs”.
To no surprise, Sunghoon scores the first goal of the night, earning slaps on his helmet from his teammates. You laugh at the way he flexes his arms to the student section.
And they were not exaggerating about Jake's skill in this sport. The way he moves on the ice was similar to Sunghoon, but there was something different about it, almost carefree, but also calculated. Which is why he was the second to score a point.
“Jay was not joking about them being terrible..” Your friend says with a yikes expression on her face looking at the other team. You watch as the scoreboard number changes to 4-0 as Heeseung scores a point. “Nah, I think Crimson is just too good.” A guy behind you says.
After waiting for them to finish changing and thankfully showering, you and your friends fall into step with the four boys. Sunghoon throws an arm around your shoulder, his other holding his duffel bag.
“How’d I look out there?” He asks, “How about you ask one of your many admirers." You nod over to the group of girls who giggle when he looks their way. “I'm asking you y/n” He says, stopping at the trunk of his car, opening it to throw his bag in.
“You looked good.” You say casually
“Pretty?” He presses, earning a glare from you.
“You’re so annoying..” He laughs, catching your hand before you walk away. “Are you coming to the party?”
“Yeah actually, Jake–”
“Princess,” Jake calls out, car keys in hand, making his way to you. Sunghoon scoffs,
Princess? Who the fuck is princess?
“Ready?” Jake asks, eyes never leaving yours as you nod. “I’ll see you there m’kay hoon?” You smile, falling into step beside Jake.
Sunghoon stands there in disbelief, partly because you’re not riding with him for the first time in like forever, and he can't help the jealousy that fills his chest knowing you’re going to be in the car alone, with Jake.
The same Jake who can’t keep his eyes off of you, and does anything to get his hands on you.
You take off your sweater, leaving you in a simple black tank top, completely normal to wear especially on a warm night like this. Jake tries not to make it obvious that he's looking at your newly exposed skin.
His fist tightens around the steering wheel when you make a movement to fix your hair, causing your breasts to move, Fuck, he really shouldn’t be thinking these things but he cant stop himself.
He imagines what they would look like all marked up in shades of pink and purple from him licking and biting at them. If he wasn't such a gentleman, he’d go ahead and pull your tank top and bra down just to expose them so he could squeeze them while he drives. His half hard cock throbs at the thought.
“-really good.” you turn to face him, “Huh?” He asks, confused, you chuckle before repeating yourself
“I was saying that you were really good out there, especially for your first game with the team.” You watch his face soften, “Thanks princess, it helps that coach has us working our asses off at practice.” He takes over the wheel with his left hand, placing the other one on the center console.
“I bet, Sunghoon and them always talk about how many repeated reps they have to do.” You let out a small laugh.
He glances over at you when you mention his name, specifically emphasizing him over his other teammates. But he has no right to be jealous, if that's even what he's feeling.. You and Jake are in a good place right now, but it could take one small move to change that, and he’s willing to risk it.
As soon as you walk in you spot Jay yelling over the music “Alright if any of you fuckers throws up in the backyard I swear everyones out!” The crowd growing inside of the house just murmurs and nods, one of the players from the team yelling “Yeah okay– when are the strippers coming?” Jay flips him off, turning back on the music so he doesn't have to hear the way everyone laughs.
Jake lets a smile slip, hand splayed on your waist as he approaches the kitchen, you search for Sunghoon only to find him sitting on the couch, some girl you don't recognize on his lap, his finger casually tracing her thigh.
Did he not see you? How come he didn't invite you in? Maybe you really have gotten used to the princess treatment. You swallow before facing Jake again, only to find him talking to a group of girls who conveniently ended up in the kitchen shortly after.
God you need a drink right now. You look around the counters only to find half empty cans of beer, checking the cardboard box to find none in there as well.
Great, the one time you actually want to drink. Your eyes drift to Sunghoon again, his hand now splayed higher on the girl's thigh, practically brushing along her panties under her dress.
“Princess?” Jake slips a hand around you, splayed on your hip. You hum in response.
He follows your line of sight, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “I finished my room if you want to see?” He says, voice low, lips grazing your earlobe.
A shiver goes down your spine, “Is this your way of getting me in your room Jake Sim?” You smile, turning to look up at him. “Is it working?” He asks through a grin, biting his plump lip.
“Maybe.” You tilt your head, observing the mischievous glint in his eyes, along with something else you can't quite name.
You disappear into the crowd with him, moving past the stagger of bodies, and up the stairs.
It smells like him. So much like him, he closes the door behind him, watching you look around. “It's clean.” You note, eyes falling to his made bed, the dark grey sheets and matching pillows.
“Thought it was going to be messy?” he chuckles, watching you look around his space “Have you seen Sunghoons?” you laugh, looking down at his desk, the computer science textbook right in the middle along with a notebook filled with writing.
“You talk about him a lot y’know.” Jake says quietly, you flip through the pages of his textbook mindlessly, “Hm?”
“Sunghoon.” He mutters, sitting on the edge of his bed. “Jealous?” You ask, closing the distance between the two of you, standing directly between his legs. “Should I be?” He trails both hands up to your hips before pulling you down flush against his lap, facing him. You can’t help the gasp of surprise that leaves your mouth.
You rest your hands on his shoulders, steadying yourself “You smell so good” He buries his nose into the crook of your neck, inhaling your peach shampoo.
You let your head fall back slightly, exposing more of your neck. Inching one of your hands up, running it through his soft brown hair. His lips ghost across your neck “Mmm..” You press your hips down harder against him, his half hard cock in his sweatpants hitting the seam of your jeans just right. He groans softly into your neck, lips trailing along your jaw.
You tilt his head up, looking down at his plush pink lips, he wets them subconsciously, you lean down, experimenting, lightly pressing yours against his.
You pull back, wanting to see his reaction. “Don’t stop–” He whispers, desperately chasing your lips again, you moan into his mouth, grinding your hips down. His hands slip lower, cupping your ass through your jeans, holding you down harder, dragging you up and down his clothed cock.
“Jake..” You whimper out when he bites down on your lip, he smirks at the way you say his name. “Sounds pretty when you say it like that” He brings his hand up, cupping your left breast, squeezing through your tank top and bra “Ah– fuck..” You bury your face onto his shoulder to hide your reactions. “Shy now, hm?”
He presses his lips against yours again, tongue begging for entry, you grant it—moaning into his mouth, him trying to savor your taste.
He can’t take it anymore, he tries he really does, but his self control can only go so far. He pulls back for a moment, cupping both of your tits in his strong veiny hands before looking up at you.
You nod, not exactly sure why, but whatever it is has to be good. He licks his lips, trying to contain the drool threatening to pool out with how fucking thirsty he is for this.
He frees your tits from your tank top and bra, biting down on his lip at the sight of how full they are. You would probably feel embarrassed maybe, but with the way he's looking at you right now, you feel adored.
He swipes his thumbs over your nipples, watching the way they pebble beneath the touch. “Cute” He looks up at you before squeezing your breasts together, kneading the soft flesh with his hands, you let out small sounds at the feeling, no one's ever paid this much attention to your chest before.
He buries his nose in between dragging his tongue along the middle before popping one of your nipples in your mouth, sucking on it softly. He groans at the taste of you on his tongue. Practically drinking in every sound you let out.
He moves his mouth to the other side, flicking your wet nipple with his thumb as he sucks harder, drawing all kinds of reactions from your sensitive body. “F-feels good..” You say through a light moan, one hand laced in his hair, the other holding onto his shoulder.
He hums in response. “You’ve got the prettiest tits I've ever seen princess.” he sucks on the skin just above your nipple, leaving a faint mark.
You blush at the compliment, heat rising up your already pink cheeks. “Mm, pussies’ probably even prettier huh?” He breathes out, holding your boobs together, your back arches, hips grinding as he shakes his head, tongue flat on your nipples, alternating sucking them every few seconds while his hands squeeze into the warm flesh–
“Y/n?” You freeze, the familiar voice cutting through your senses. Sunghoon. Jake lets out a sound at the interruption as you stand up, fixing your top to how it somewhat was before Jake decided to devoured you.
“Uh– yeah?” You call out, walking over to Jake's door, trying to ignore the wetness pooled in your underwear. Sunghoon swings the door open, eyes falling on Jake who looks composed as ever leaning on his hands on the bed.
Bulge clear in his pants if you squint, which Sunghoon doesn't need to. His eyes fall on you, the flushed expression on your face, the way your bra strap is twisted, his fingers tighten around the door knob when he notices the reddish mark on your exposed cleavage. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to know exactly what was going on before he came in.
“Hee wants us to grab some drinks. People are bitching because there's none left.” Sunghoon says, watching the smug smirk on Jake's face. “Us? Can’t you just go?” You ask, grabbing his arm out of instinct.
Jake's eyes follow the contact, his grin faltering a second. “I need you to help me choose the best stuff.” Sunghoon says, finally looking down at your face. You sigh, slipping back on your shoes “We can—talk again later?” You turn, eyes meeting Jakes.
He nods, offering that sweet boyish smile that has everyone on campus wrapped around his finger. “Im a patient man.” He says, you smile back, Sunghoon looks at Jake one more time before shutting the door harshly.
The ride to the nearest gas station is quiet. The only thing filling the empty silence being the faint music playing from his car speakers.
You turn to look at him for probably the 50th time in the last 10 minutes. His sharp features even more defined with the low street lights. “Are you upset?” You finally ask, the words coming out more choked than intended.
“Do I have a reason to be?” His eyes stay focused on the road when he speaks, “Hoon, answer the question.”
He pulls over, making the car jerk to a stop. “Did you fuck him?” He asks bluntly, his full focus now on you. “W-what–” you’re caught off guard,
“Answer the question y/n.” He says, repeating your words. “Sunghoon-” his eyes drop to the faint red mark on your chest, still fresh from earlier. You don't bother hiding it. “We just..” You breathe out once, “We just kissed.”
“On your tits?” He eyes the mark again, your face flushes at the accusation, the very true one. “Yes.” You whisper, shame creeping in slightly.
“Did you like it?” He asks, catching you off guard again. “You don’t have to lie to me.” He says, more comforting.
You nod, unable to form words in this moment. “And did he make you come?” You look up at him, his completely serious face. “No–” He scoffs, running a hand through his hair. “The guy gets you alone like that and can’t even bother to–”
“Well maybe if you didn't interrupt he would have!” you defend yourself and Jake, because you know damn well that man knows how to please a woman.
“Oh, so now I was interrupting you because I wanted to spend time with my friend.” Sunghoon accuses, “Really? You sure this wasn't just to grill me like some– some overprotective boyfriend?” He laughs. He actually fucking laughs in your face.
“That’s actually hilarious– fuck that might’ve been the funniest shit you’ve said all night” You look at him like hes crazy
“Im not even trying to be funny! God—shut up.” You cross your arms over your chest. “Damn, maybe if he actually made you come you wouldn't be acting so pissy right now.” He glances down at the way your arms push up your chest, the roll of your eyes clearly stating you don't know his true intentions.
“Bet your pussy’s all wet from earlier too” He smirks, rolling his bottom lip behind his teeth. This time you scoff, disbelieving.
He continues “Poor baby couldn't get her needy pussy rubbed huh?—Don’t think I forgot about that douche from Senior year who couldn't even get you to come with his fingers.” Sunghoon chuckles.
Your face reddens at the memory, specifically after, when you went to Sunghoon crying because you thought something was wrong with you. You remember him even offering to order some expensive vibrator on amazon just so he could prove to you that you were fine.
“Still use that vibrator I got you for your birthday hm?” It’s stashed away in your bedside drawer, there for when you need some sort of relief. Your silent response is all the answer he needs. “Ah, I see. It wasn't enough was it? Your greedy cunt probably needs some real dick huh, remind me again–when was the last time you got some?”
“Are you trying to make me more mad than I already am?” He rolls his eyes, “Calm down baby, I'm just teasing you like always– Not my fault you can’t take a joke because your pussy’s throbbing for an orgasm.” He says, flicking your shoulder with his finger. “Come on just admit it–”
“Fine! Yes im obviously fucking upset, yes im still wet, and yes it fucking hurts, and its all because you interupted us.” You say, pointing an accusing finger at him.
“Ah, there she is.” He watches you closely, “Always so put together, when I know deep down you’re just as fucked up as me.” His tongue pushes against the inside of his cheek as he watches your chest rise and fall. “Bet poor Jakey doesn't even know what he got himself into with you.”
Deep down, Jake knows, likes it even.
“I mean, I’d offer to help but you seem pretty stuck on being pissed at me right now.” He shrugs, resting his arm on the center console. “Some sex toys from amazon isnt–” He levels his gaze on you
“I'm not talking about a sex toy y/n.” You look down at his hand on the center console, the way his long, slender fingers casually rub little circles with his middle and ring finger. Your eyes meet his, trying to process what he’s suggesting.
“Y’know, since Jake's not here, and I can tell when any woman is desperate to come.” His eyes drop to the way your thighs clench together, the same way they've been doing this whole time he was reading you like a book.
You bite your lip contemplating in your mind, but from the way your juices pool even more in your underwear, you know your body’s already decided for you. And who are you to say no to your own needs?
“Fuck–” you let out through a whimper, Sunghoon knows hes already got you. Fuck what all his friends said about you having him wrapped around your finger, funny how he’s about to prove them very wrong. He nods at you to continue, you remind yourself this is your best friend, of course he'd offer to help you, that's what friends do!
You move your hands down, unbuttoning your jeans, wincing at how sensitive your skin is, he watches you closely as you pull your jeans down until they're pooled at your ankles.
“Come on, spread ‘em.” he urges, you shift until you’re leaning against the side of the door, distancing your knees from each other. “Holy fuck–” He lets out a breathless chuckle at your desperate state, eyes locked on the wet spot of your panties.
He can't help the way his cock jumps in his jeans, seeing his best friend like this, spread open, pussy dripping for any taste of release. He pulls your legs farther apart, watching the way the damp fabric stretches across your soaked lips.
“He’s missin’ out.” Sunghoon says, hooking his finger around your panties and moving them to the side. You whimper at the feeling of the air nipping your skin.
He licks his lips, the faint street lights illuminating the sheen that coats your inner thighs. “Knew it’d be pretty too.” He swipes his thumb over your aching clit, drawing a gasp from you.
“Hoon– don't tease.” your hand grips the passenger seat to keep yourself grounded. “Why, you’re cute when you're all needy.” He starts with slow circles on your clit, rubbing with his thumb, spreading your leaking arousal everywhere.
“It’s like you fucking pissed yourself” He laughs, bringing two long fingers down to tease the entrance of your desperate hole. You blush at the observation, he notices your embarrassment.
“Dont be shy baby.” He coos, teasing your entrance, the pads of his two fingers circling it. You roll your hips slightly, wanting more. He doesn't like that. His other hand comes up, holding your hip, keeping you in place. “Stop being greedy.” He hisses.
“It hurts Hoon– fuck, I cant..” You breathe out as his thumb flicks your clit again. He slips one of his fingers in your hole, only the first knuckle “You’re so damn tight” He groans at the feeling of your slick walls pulsing
“You don't finger yourself or something?” He chuckles, still joking around even when you’re spread for him like this “Mmm– shut up and keep going..” Your eyes flutter shut as he pushes his finger in deeper, your wetness acting as lubricant for his very long digit.
“Open your eyes.” He watches your face, the way your eyebrows knit together, “Look at how good your pussy takes it” He curls his finger, brushing a sensitive spot inside you that has you bucking your hips, he shifts his other hand to your stomach, holding you down so you can stop moving.
“Feels good Hoon..” You moan out, taking your hand off the seat to grab your boob through your tank top, touching it the same way Jake did. Sunghoon's mouth falls open ever so slightly at the sight.
He gets you used to the rhythm of his finger, pulling it out completely earning a whine from you. Before you can say anything, he shoves two in, curling just right, You reach your hands out gripping his forearm clawing at the hand that's splayed on your stomach. “Hoon!– yeah, I- fuck!” You cry out, his fingers fucking into you faster, His palm hitting your clit with every brutal drag of his fingers.
“Sucking my fingers in so good..” He licks his lips, thrusting his fingers into you harder, the familiar feel of a pussy fluttering around his fingers telling him you’re close.
“Hoon– Im..” You let your head fall back against the car door as he works his fingers so fucking fast. Your grip on his arm falters as your orgasm comes crashing on you, your legs trembling, pussy drooling on his fingers.
“Fuck thats hot.” His pace turns slow, just feeling up your walls, “mhmm..” He chuckles at your state, “Hm? What was that?”
You can't even get a word out with how sensitive you are, not even sure what you’re trying to say. He pulls his fingers out, you whimper at the emptiness, “What?” He moves his hand from your stomach, fixing your underwear and wiping his wet fingers on his jeans.
Your eyebrows knit together, still trying to process what just happened. He sighs, acting annoyed even though he's anything but that. “Put your seatbelt on, still need to get the beer.” He says causally like he didn't just finish absolutely obliterating your pussy with his fingers.
You lift your hips, pulling back on your jeans with trembling hands. You fumble over your seatbelt, feeling his eyes on you.
“God–” He reaches over, doing it for you. You don't know what to do with your hands, settling them in your lap. He looks over at you again, his hand coming up to your face to make you look at him. “You did good baby, okay?” His hand loosely wraps into your hair, he leans down pressing a kiss to your forehead. The action so intimate, you can't help the flutter in your heart..
Sunghoon places the packs of beers on the kitchen counter, “Damn man about time.” Heeseung says, grabbing himself a beer. “Yeah– traffic was really bad.” Sunghoon says, looking down at you with a faint smirk. “Um, yeah everyone was out.” You add, Heeseung just looks at the both of you before shrugging and making his way to the backyard.
Jake watches the interaction, eyes tracking Sunghoon's hand as he rubs small circles on your hip. He watches Sunghoon lean down to whisper something in your ear before grabbing a beer and following Heeseung out back.
Jake walks over to you slipping a hand on your lower back casually to grab himself a drink, you look up at him, smiling innocently.
Yeah fucking right. “Wanna head out there? I know they have a pretty intense game of beer pong going on, and I heard you’re quite the expert with your aim.” Jake says, toying with the hem of your tank top. “Please tell me they didn't mention the story from first year..” You groan when he tries to stifle a laugh.
You follow Jake outside, watching as Sunghoon downs a shot, wrapping his arm around some girls waist. You swallow, not realizing how dry your throat got.
You shake your head before facing Jake's gorgeous face and smiling. “I guess I'll show you how it's done.” you say through a giggle that has his sweatpants feeling even more confined. “Alright, princess.”
Sunghoon doesnt bother to hide his open flirting with multiple girls, Jake on the other hand can’t help it, its like they’re fucking drawn to him and his every movement.
Constantly touching his arms, “Oh Jakey! You’re so good at hockey, let me suck your dick please!” Okay, that's not exactly what they say, but you can see it in their eyes.
You try to ignore the feeling in your chest when you see Sunghoon lead a girl inside and up the stairs. Like always, except the feeling of.. Jealousy? Feels even stronger now.
That night even when he fucked her into his matress he couldnt get you out of his head, the way your little pussy was squeezing his fingers tighter than any of the whores around campus. And he actually managed to not say your name while coming! Unlike last time..
-
You’ve been hanging out with Jake one on one for the past two weeks, at least whenever he would send you a “Let me see you” text, or a “Lets study together”, which would ultimately lead to him holding you on his lap after he finished his assignments, trying to distract you from your own work, rocking his hips against yours until you finally gave him the attention he so desperately wanted.
Jake was a pervert. But that's a part of him no one really sees, unless he wants them to.
So while pretty boy Jake sweet talks his professors, makes everyone laugh in whatever room he steps into, while also perfectly maintaining his social/ academic life, he's sending you pictures..specifically the one you’re looking at right now.
You’ve never been into receiving nudes from anyone, whenever any of your girl friends would show you the new dick pic some random guy sent them you would close your eyes saying something like “I do not want to see that!” Though you understand why it could boost your ego, because a part of you feels..good?
You’re still hovering over the picture he sent 4 minutes ago, grey sweatpants low on his waist, his veiny hand gripping his thick cock, which isn't even fully hard in the photo.
You bite your lip, because why does it feel so good looking at this. You close your legs together, feeling a heat form in your core.
Jake: -Image attachment-
Jake: He misses you, Princess
You: Giving your dick pronouns lol?
You: How bad does he miss me though..
The next message is a video, only 15 seconds long, but you've never clicked open so fast. You sit up straight in your bed, turning up your brightness on your phone in your dark room with it being 10:38 at night.
“Mmm.. fuck–” Jakes voice cuts through your speakers, his dick is fully hard in his sweatpants and hes rubbing it with his hand, a small wet spot forming where his tip is. He gives his dick a squeeze before the video ends.
Jake: What about you?
You can’t help the nervous excitement surging through you as you lift your baggy sleep shirt slightly, your bare chest exposed to the crisp air of your room.
You squeeze them together with one arm, making sure they look good for the camera before angling your phone and snapping a picture. You honestly don't know if it's good or not since you’ve never really been the type to send pictures of yourself like this. Your finger hovers over the send button before clicking it.
“Told you.” Jake turns the phone around, facing it towards Sunghoon whose disbelieving look washes off his face. “Fuck–” He says, standing up and taking the phone from Jake, zooming in on your hard nipples. “Her tits are actually perfect.” He says to himself.
“Something we can agree on.” Jake snatches his phone back. Typing a reply about how perfect you are.
Sunghoon can’t help the need to one up him when he speaks “Too bad it’s not her pussy though. You should’ve seen it the other night— throbbing and shit.” Sunghoon chuckles at the memory, the same one he’s used to jerk off almost every night since.
Jake rolls his eyes, because it should have been his fingers in you that night.
You didn't have to tell him for him to know what happened. It actually was Sunghoon who said something. Practice had ran late last week, Jake and Sunghon being the last ones there.
And out of all the places, he asks in the fucking communal showers. The only thing filling the room was the sound of the water hitting the tile floor, and the steam surrounding them.
“So, did you ever get what you wanted?” Sunghoon asks casually, letting the water soak into his hair, Jake looks over at him for a second before continuing to wash his arms “What are you talking about–” Jake starts “Y/n.”
“What about her.” Jake turns the heat up, the boiling hot water seeping into his skin. “Did you fuck her yet or not?” Sunghoon asks bluntly, expecting an answer.
Jake opens his mouth, then closes it, the words lost. He remembers implying it, but the farthest you let him go was dry humping until you both were nothing but heavy breathing and moaning, you claimed it was because you ‘didn't want any of the guys to walk in’. Or maybe it was one specific guy.
“Hm. Shame, I can tell she’s been craving some dick lately. Guess my fingers weren't enough.” He shrugs, turning off the water and grabbing his towel to wrap around his waist.
Jake pauses for a moment, processing. Before shutting off the water and following him out, wrapping his own towel around him. “I knew you did that shit on purpose– Fuck, you probably just wanted her to yourself huh?” Jake says, watching as Sunghoon opens his locker, grabbing his clothes.
“I think she wants the both of us for herself.” Sunghoon chuckles, peeling off the towel to put on his boxers, not paying any attention to Jake.
“She’s always been a little greedy, plus I know she’s never had any good dick before in her life so it makes sense.” Sunghoon says, putting on the rest of his clothes and running his hand through his wet hair.
“So what do you want with her then?” Jake asks, “I mean, she's my best friend, I was obviously trying to help her.” Sunghoon mutters. “And you think she really wants both of us?” Jake bites his lip in thought, “I know she wants both of us.” He says before throwing his bag over his shoulder and walking out.
And now he’s here, with Sunghoon, seeing just how far you’ll go.
Sunghoon has to admit hes grown to like Jake more, hes actually chill as fuck. The whole pretty boy thing you said is checking out. “Alright you try then.” Jake mumbles, nodding to Sunghoon's phone in his pocket.
“Fine.” He says, pulling his phone out, he clicks on your contact typing up a casual way to approach you so that it's not too obvious what him and Jake are doing.
Hoon: wyd?
“Dude seriously? That's literally code for ‘you're about to receive a dick pic, 3, 2 ,1 go.” Jake eyes his phone.
“Says the one who sent her one.” Sunghoon mumbles, before reading your reply.
You: in bed. trying and failing to fall asleep lol
Hoon: ik what could help you
You: ??
Hoon: sex ;)
Your hand flies to your mouth, slight disbelief on your face at the message, though a part of you isn't really surprised considering he’s always been suggestive like this
You: that's too bad
Hoon: masturbation works just as good
Hoon: how about that vibrator that I know you still use?
Sunghoon leans back in Jake's chair, tongue poking out his teeth as he waits for your reply. You shift on your bed, glancing at your bedside drawer.
Opening it, you pull out the light pink wand Sunghoon bought you back in Senior year. You still can’t believe he's the one who got you your first sex toy.
Seven minutes pass, still no reply. “Not so confident now are you–” Jake starts, but immediately shuts up when he hears your breathy little moans come from Sunghoon's phone.
“No fucking way.” Jake moves to the edge of the bed, Sunghoons eyes are locked on the way you press the vibrator to your clit, before tossing it aside and running two small fingers through your slick, holding them up to the camera and parting them just so he can see how wet you are. His half hard cock twitches at the sight.
“Come on! Let me see–” Jake reaches forward to grab the phone. “Dude– hold on!” Sunghoon grimaces, before moving forward, holding it out so they both can watch. The video isn't long, but it’s fucking hot.
“Fuck, you hear that?” Jake tries to stifle a groan as he rewinds back, The sound of your messy pussy filling the room, Sunghoon palms himself roughly before swiping out of the video.
Hoon: You sound so pretty baby
Hoon: Can I see your face?
You bite down on your lip before fixing your hair in your camera and taking a selfie, “God–look at her.” Sunghoon says, reacting to the photo with a heart.
“Send me all of this right now.” Jake says, reaching to snatch Sunghoons phone in desperation “Send me her titty picture then.”
“Yeah, yeah whatever.” Jake rolls his eyes.
“Im telling her to come over after the game on Friday." He says, laying back down against his pillows.
“Aren’t the guys gonna be here?” Sunghoon stands up, tucking his phone in his pocket. “Nah, Heeseung wanted to go to the club, Jay’s going with him.” Jake's eyes fall to the message from Sunghoon, the video and picture.
He smirks before looking up again, “Are you gonna watch me jerk off or what?” Jake chuckles, watching as Sunghoon walks out, middle finger held up, knowing damn well he's about to go do the same thing.
-
You’ve always had this need to prove you aren't selfish. Constantly putting other people before yourself, at some point it even became a habit.
Maybe that's why this tension between you, Sunghoon, and Jake feels so good. Maybe that's why you feel like you’re thriving off the attention, How almost desperate they seem for you.
The fun part is that nobody knows either, it's just a shared secret between the three of you. Whatever it is you have going on anyway.
That’s what you’re thinking about as you watch them on the ice. Adjusting your camera lens to perfectly capture Sunghoon's side profile as he moves.
Maybe this isn't what you should be focusing on right now, since you were technically given specific instructions to get more photos of the other team members.
You move to shift your camera, but Jake comes into the frame, patting Sunghoon on the shoulder. You see him lean in slightly to say something and both of their eyes shift to you, you immediately put the camera down with an embarrassed look on your face.
Sunghoon says something back, making Jake let out a chuckle before skating back into their starting positions. You tilt your head at the interaction, interesting.
Even with a simple pair of leggings and hoodie you felt slightly exposed, because every time they looked your way, it felt like they could see right through you.
You wait out in the lobby area, going through the pictures you took on your camera–”Y/n?” Heeseung says, Jay a few feet behind him.
“You’re not going out with us tonight?” He questions
“No– I was going to stay in” You shake your head, “Damn, no one wants to Hee.” Jay says, checking his phone.
“What do you mean?” You ask, tilting your head curiously. “Both Jake and Sunghoon are refusing to go out tonight. Said they were “too tired”.
Jay rolls his eyes. You swallow, clearing your dry throat. “Oh– is Sunghoon in the locker room still?” You look back again, just to see some of the other players walk out.
“Nah, I think he’s in his car, you want us to walk you out or–” Heeseung starts
“No, its okay” You say a little too quickly “You guys have fun!” Heeseung and Jay look at each other as you walk out.
There's no way right? Because you could have sworn Jake said he was the only one not going out so why would Sunghoon be– “Y/n.” you recognize that tone from anywhere.
“Hoon– I thought you were going out with Heeseung and them..” You twist the strap of your camera in between your fingers.
He glances down before looking at your face. “Nah.” He simply says, duffel bag resting on his shoulder. You nod, looking around “I was looking for Jake–”
“He rode with me.” Sunghoon watches your face closely for a reaction, something shifts in your eyes.
“Together?” You question, he nods like it's obvious, like it's totally normal for them. Regardless, you fall into step beside him.
You spot Jake in the passenger seat of Sunghoon's car, he doesn't look up from his phone until the backseat door opens. You move past Sunghoon to get in, but he grabs your waist.
“Not here.” He puts his bag in the seat instead, taking your camera from you and putting it gently beside it. “Where am I supposed to sit then?” he looks down at you, gaze almost—dark, Before opening the passenger side door.
Jake pats his lap twice, signaling exactly what you’re thinking, like you’re some dog to follow orders.
You glance down at his lap, “Go on, there's no room in the backseat anyway.” Sunghoon says, knowing damn well he could have put the bags in the trunk.
Still, you can’t help the heat that surges through your body as you step up and sit on Jake's lap, or more on his thigh. “Good girl.” Sunghoon says before shutting the door and moving to the driver's seat.
Jake rests his hand greedily on your thigh, squeezing ever so slightly. He tries not to whimper at the way your ass spreads on his leg, he can practically feel the heat radiating off of you.
Sunghoon starts the car, pulling out of the parking lot, Thank God his windows are tinted.
“So, how does it feel?” Sunghoon asks, you look over at him, swallowing. “How does what feel?” your voice comes out shakier than intended. Jake can’t help the small laugh that escapes his lips.
“Fucking around with the both of us” Sunghoon says casually, as if he was stating the weather.
You shift on Jake's leg, and he squeezes your thigh harder, hand resting dangerously high. “What–Im not-”
“Damn you were right.” Jake scoops your hair in his hand, moving it to one side so he can see your face fully. “She really does pretend to be clueless.”
“Im still a little sad though.” Jake fakes a pout, puppy dog eyes locked on yours, “You sent him your pussy and not me..” He says, looking over at Sunghoon who can’t hide the smirk on his face. “I was–”
“I don’t want excuses, princess. Plus I got to see it anyway.” You feel your face flush an even deeper shade of pink.
“I bet I could have gotten you wetter though.” Jake whispers in your ear, low and filthy. He lifts his leg slightly, pressing harder between your thighs, your small gasp doesn't go unnoticed by the both of them.
“Dont get all shy now baby, remember you were just coming all over my fingers in this exactly spot.” Sunghoon's eyes leave the rode for a moment, he lifts his hand, brushing it across your bottom lip.
You open your mouth on instinct, letting him slide his finger inside, he groans when you close your lips, attempting to suck on it. “Fuck..” Jake's hand moves higher, he pulls your legs farther apart, making sure your clothed pussy lays flat on his thigh.
“This how you suck dick, baby?” Sunghoon coos, pulling his thumb out, wiping it across your cheek before focusing on the road again. You should feel pathetic, used– but instead, you feel adored.
Experimentally you move your hips slightly, both Jake and Sunghoons eyes fall to the movement.
“That desperate huh? Gonna grind on his thigh right in front of me?” Sunghoon asks, watching the movement of your body, Jake settles his hands on your hips, squeezing the soft flesh.
“You like being watched huh?” Jake nips at your neck with his teeth, you bite your lip at the pinch.
“Do you like being greedy, y/n? Being a selfish little slut.” You whimper at the words coming from his mouth, Jake guides your hips on his thigh, pressing you harder against him.
“Use your words princess.” One of his hands comes up, cupping your breast through your hoodie, you arch against him as one of his large hands guides your hips.
“Y-yes..” you whisper out, barely audible. “Fuck thats hot.” Sunghoon's eyes fall to the way your pussy drags on Jake's thigh, then to the way he squeezes your tit, and your face, those sounds—
“Stop.” Sunghoon demands, Jake brings your hips to a stop, “Since she admitted to being selfish, she can wait to cum.” Sunghoon's hand leaves the center console, giving your thigh a squeeze before delivering a slap to it. You let out a high pitched sound, half pain, half pleasure.
“Fine, but I'm not gonna stop touching her.” Jake says, pulling your hoodie up until it rests just above your chest, and yanking your uncomfortably tight sports bra down, you gasp when both of his hands cup your breasts, squeezing roughly.
His eyes are fixated on the soft flesh molding however he likes, your eyes are half lidded as Sunghoon drives down the familiar bumpy road near their house.
“Look at how fucking soft they are–” Jake says, looking at Sunghoon, he licks his lips greedily drinking in the sight of you like this, just fucking taking it.
The embarrassment is long gone, the only thing clouding your mind is lust, and want–even if it is selfish of you..
“Whose cock you gonna’ suck first?” Sunghoon asks a little too sweetly, his firm hand groping your ass as you follow Jake to his room.
“Come on– don’t be all shy now like you haven't been using the both of us for weeks just to please that little pussy.” Sunghoon says, landing a sharp smack on your ass just to watch the way it moves from the impact.
“Nah, I wanna taste her first.” Jake says sitting on the edge of the bed. Sunghoon sits a space away, leaving room for you to be right in the middle.
“Which one do you want, princess?” Jake asks, Australian accent even heavier than before, “I..I don't know” you say, biting your lip, looking at the both of them.
You close your legs tighter together at the way their hungry gaze settles on you. “Mmm..liar.” Sunghoon says, fingers lazily tracing the bottom of your hoodie, he urges it up slightly, a silent question.
You nod and he fully takes it off you, Jake's eyes fall to your confined breasts immediately. “Which one do you want?” Sunghoon asks this time, wrapping your hair into a ponytail around his fist and pulling it back every so slightly, Jake rests his hand on your thigh, his lips grazing the right side of your neck, “Come on..tell us.” He whispers.
Sunghoon traces his sharp tongue along the underside of your jaw, your eyes flutter shut at the feeling of both their mouths on you.
“Both..” you breathe out, Sunghoon smirks against your neck before pulling back. “Knew it.”
Jake presses a sloppy kiss to your lips, laying you on the bed right on his pillows. He leans back for a moment, just to take in the sight of you like this.
Sunghoon watches, palming himself in his sweatpants. Jake looks back once with a devilish smirk on his face before settling between your thighs, wasting no time taking your leggings off.
“Pink—you owe me $20.” Sunghoon says, now fully groping his cock in his sweatpants. You open your mouth to say something–probably tell him off for betting on what kind of underwear you’re wearing, but Jake's mouth latches onto your clothed pussy too fast, licking the soaked through juices. Instead of talking, you let out a moan.
“Fuck, I knew you’d taste heavenly.” Jake purrs, peeling off your panties like they were never there.
He tosses them at Sunghoon who catches them in his hand, he brings them up to his nose, smelling the center. “Smells it too.” He says, practically burying his nose into the fabric.
You spread your legs wider as Jake's lips wrap around your clit, sucking the eager bud into his mouth. Your hands grip at the sheets beneath you, eyes rolling back at the sensation you’ve never felt before. “F-feels so good..” You say through a moan, toes curling so hard you swear your foot could cramp.
“Yeah baby? You like when Jake eats that sweet little cunt?” Sunghoon asks, sitting back down on the bed, this time right beside your head. You nod brainlessly, glassy eyes looking up at him.
Jake slurps at your pussy, tongue flicking over your clit, “I could eat it for hours–” he mumbles into you, you’re hips jerk up at the vibration and Sunghoon laughs at your desperation.
Sunghoon lowers his pants and boxers, his thick, long cock springing out, you swallow at the sight.
He gives it one stroke, two for good measure. “Stick that tongue out f’me.” He says, tip nudging the side of your face. Jake opens his eyes to watch, his tongue still flicking small circles around your clit, the bottom half of his face completely covered in your wetness.
You stick your tongue out flat for him, Sunghoon tilts your face to the side more, tapping his cock on your tongue, pre-cum coating your taste buds.
“She might be more of a cock slut than I thought–” Sunghoon says, eyes falling to Jake between your thighs, Jake chuckles against you, tongue teasing your entrance, earning an open mouthed moan from you.
You flick your tongue on the underside of his cock, “Ah– fuck baby” Sunghoon grunts, hips jerking forward. “Her mouth feels so fucking good” He mutters, pushing himself deeper into the warm column of your throat, trying to fit as much as you can, curling your toes even more, hands digging into the sheets further to stifle your gags.
Jake plunges his tongue inside of your pussy at the same time, nose bumping your clit, you moan around Sunghoons dick and his hand slams against the wall, trying to keep himself from completely breaking down from this.
“Come on– put those hands to good use” He reaches down, yanking your hand from the sheets, making you cup his balls in your hand. “Yeah– just like that” He throws his head back, his hips thrusting into your warm mouth.
Jake curls his tongue deeper inside of you, nearly moaning into your heat at the taste of you, the one he's been thinking about—dreaming about since the day you first let him touch you.
Your other hand lifts from the sheets, tangling in his hair as his tongue nudges that sweet spot inside of you, his nose adding pressure to your clit.
“Fuck–I can’t” Sunghoon pulls out of your mouth, and you whine at the loss of his heavy length so close to you. “I can’t come yet–” He leans down, pressing a kiss to your forehead before spreading your legs wider.
“She’s close” Jake pants against you, moving over slightly. You attempt to close your legs again, just to keep Jake's head locked between them but Sunghoon grips your thigh– hard.
“I wanna taste.” Sunghoon says with a shit eating grin before settling next to Jake in between your legs.
You attempt to prop yourself up on your trembling arms just to watch them. “Spread her pussy–” Jake breathes, drool practically leaking from his mouth.
They both use their fingers to spread your folds, entranced with watching the way it desperately pulses with need. “So fuckin’ pretty..” Sunghoon says, pressing a thankful kiss to your inner thigh.
They both dive in at the same time, tongues swirling around your clit, Your mouth hangs open as you watch, small “ah’ sounds leaving your lips as their tongues bump each other.
Fuck thats hot. “Just–yeah.. Fuck!” Your hips buck as Sunghoon shoves his sharp tongue into your sopping hole, Jake’s tongue joining him, He groans at how small the space is, but he doesn't care, not with the juices flooding out of you, and the sounds escaping your lips.
“Suck her clit” Sunghoon mumbles, Jake fixes his attention back on the sensitive bud, shifting to give himself enough room to do so.
“Jake!- oh my fuck.. Hoon–” you cry out, your legs spasming from the build up, “Im gonna come– shit! i cant–” You're a moaning mess when you reach your high, your arms practically giving out as your arch off the bed.
Sunghoons hand flies up holding your legs open as your juices coat both of their faces, they slurp at your pussy greedily, trying to drink in as much as possible, groaning, mouths bumping each other through your heat.
Stars– you swear you see stars, your eyes rolling as their tongues slow, “Think she can squirt?” Jake asks, voice low for Sunghoon to hear.
“Oh, I know she can.” Sunghoon says with a smirk, pulling back. Jake stands up, hands quick to take off his shirt, revealing his toned chest.
Sunghoon settles beside you instead, his hand coming down to run through your pussy, collecting your new juices on his fingers. “Look at that–” He shows Jake, spreading his fingers so he can see the strings of arousal breaking.
“You wanna be a good girl right?” You nod immediately, too fucked out to even respond with words.
Jake chuckles, moving to take off his low hanging sweatpants easily. His hard bulge evidently clear in his boxers, you look down at Sunghoon's leaking cock, still wet from your saliva. He catches your stare “Patience.”
He doesn't warn you before dipping his long fingers into your hole, but its not the same measured way he had done in the car– it’s fucking brutal.
He doesn't set a pace, ramming his fingers in and out of you, palm slapping your clit hard with every thrust. “We wanna see if this little thing can squirt” Sunghoon says, he presses his fist against your bladder, your hands fly out, holding onto his forearm
“She’s close– I can feel it.” Sunghoon says, looking at Jake for a split second. Jake settles between your thighs again, waiting.
“S-shit– Hoon! Im gonna pee..I–” Sunghoon curls his fingers harshly before pulling them out, fist still pressing against your lower stomach as the warm liquid comes flying out, Jake opens his mouth, tongue out as you coat his face in your wetness.
Sunghoon slaps his hand down on your pussy “Come on, give him some more baby,” He grunts, slapping his palm down repeatedly, stimulating you until your whole body is shaking.
You look down at Jake between your thighs, your juices splattered everywhere, on his face, neck, the sheets below you.
And he smiles, actually fucking smiles before running a hand down his face. “Knew it.” Sunghoon says, lightly tapping your clit once before retracting his hand. You whimper at the loss and he tsks,
“I’ll tell you what's gonna happen.” Sunghoon says, standing up. You watch with wide eyes as he lifts his shirt over his head, fully pulling off his pants and boxers, you turn to Jake, eyeing his cock, you don’t even know when he got fully undresses.
But it's big. You knew it was big from those times he’d have you warm him up by sitting on his lap, especially from his pictures and videos. But seeing it like this, flushed, angry, veins mirroring the ones on his hands and forearms, has your pussy begging for more.
“Jakes is gonna stretch that pretty hole open, but he doesn't get to come in you. Not before me anyway.” Jake rolls his eyes at that, cursing himself for making that another perk from the ‘underwear color’ bet.
“You can handle it, right baby?” Sunghoon coos, brushing your hair out of your face gently “Yes, I can.” Jake taps his dick on your pussy, smearing your juices
“I need to see those tits–” Jake urges, Sunghoons hand reaches behind your back, lifting your body slightly to unclasp your sports bra, he tosses it aside, hands flying down to pinch your nipples.
“Fuck you’re perfect” Jake groans, tip just add your entrance, he grips your hips, sliding in with surprising ease with how wet you are from coming, twice. He grips your hips harder at the warmth– the tightness.
Your mouth falls open at the stretch, you can feel every ridge of his cock, your walls fully enveloping him, sucking him in greedily.
“She’s so fucking tight” Jake breathes out, eyebrows knitted together as he rolls his hips slowly, deep inside of you.
You moan at how good it feels to be filled like this, Jake watches closely as he pulls out only to thrust back in slowly, Sunghoon pinches your nipples again, enjoying the look on your face.
“F-faster” You moan out, “See, greedy.” Sunghoon says with a smirk on his face.
“You asked for it princess.” Jake's hands dig into your hips deeper, he pulls out before thrusting in, hard. His hand comes up, grabbing one of your tits in his hand as it bounces with each thrust, the wet sounds filling the room.
His hips snapping against yours, he presses down on your stomach and you gasp, Sunghoon smirks at the visual of his cock moving in and out of you, watching as you fall apart
“Oh fuck– fuck-” Jake pulls out quickly, gripping your thigh hard enough to leave a mark. You cry out at the loss– you were so, so close to coming again, this time all over a cock
“Shh, you’ll get what you want baby.” Sunghoon says, this time he settles in between your legs, “Hm.. turn around.”
“Huh?” You ask, looking up cluelessly, making Jake roll his eyes disbelieving. “Turn the fuck around, all fours.” Sunghoon says, You lift yourself up on weak arms, the new position feeling even more vulnerable, he presses down on your lower back, encouraging your arch.
“There we go..so perfect for us.” You can't help but blush at the praise, He lands a sharp smack on your ass, your body jerks as a red spot blooms, he rubs it with his palm gently.
Jake climbs on the bed, settling right in front of your face, he strokes his cock, watching as your eyes meet his, “I'm gonna use this pretty mouth, is that okay princess?”
You nod, sticking your tongue out, nearly screaming as Sunghoon rams into you with a sharp thrust, His long dick hitting deeply. “Oh fuck!” You yell, reaching out to grasp onto something, you claw at Jake's abs and he can't help but laugh. “So damn cute.”
“Look at this ass–” Sunghoon slaps his palm down hard, just to see the way it reddens. He’s not slow when he fucks into you, hands gripping at your hips, palming your ass as he thrusts into you sharply.
Your mouth hangs open and Jake takes it as a sign, shoving his fat cock into the warmth. He chokes on a moan when your lips suction around him “Fuck you were right–” He pants, pulling your hair into a makeshift ponytail and finding a rhythm of fucking into your mouth.
Sunghoon feels your pussy clamp tight around him, squeezing him relentlessly. You’re moaning around Jake's dick, sending vibrations straight to his tightening balls.
He knows you're close, he knows Jake is too, and he wants it to happen at the same time. “F-fuck..” Sunghoon groans, hips snapping into yours uncontrollably quick, balls slapping against your pussy with every brutal thrust.
You hold on to Jakes thighs as you feel yourself flutter around him, his fingers dig into the soft skin of your ass
“Im gonna come– princess fuck!” Jake moans out, Sunghoon pulls you against him hard, you’re squeezing around him, eyes rolling back as you come on his cock, your juices coating his dick as he shoots his warm come inside of you, painting your insides.
Jake shoves himself deep in your throat, making you swallow every drop he can give. He wipes the tears that managed to escape your eyes before pulling his cock out, Sunghoon flips you over so you’re facing him. “You did so good, baby” He says, rolling his hips once more before inching his cock out slowly, you both wince at the sensitivity.
He watches as his come mixed with yours oozes out of your hole, looking over at Jake. “Next time I'm coming inside of her.” Jake says, holding his phone.
You look at the both of them “Next time?” You ask, voice quiet and rough from Jake fucking your throat.
They look at each other, “You thought this was a one time thing Princess?” Jake asks, genuinely confused.
“I wouldn't be able to forget this if I tried.” Sunghoon says, watching as Jake opens the camera app.
He’s quick to snap a photo of you, capturing your face, the drool and cum on your lips, and the way Sunghoons cum leaks out of your perfect pussy. “Hey you’re not–”
"That's just for us, Princess.” Jake says, typing on his phone, making a group chat with him, Sunghoon, and you.
Sunghoon picks up his shirt from the ground, too lazy to grab a towel, he double checks to make sure Jake got the photo before wiping your pussy gently, you wince at the feeling.
“What should the name be?” Jake turns to Sunghoon, “Let me see—“ you reach up to grab the phone and he gives it to you willingly.
You type out a name for the groupchat and hand it back, they both can't help the smile that coats their faces.
“Sharing is caring.” Sunghoon reads it off, “That's good princess, real good.” Jake smiles leaning down to press a kiss against your lips before laying next to you.
Sunghoon finishes wiping your thighs, settling on the other side of you, fingers twirling your hair like always.
Maybe it's okay to be a little selfish sometimes, especially if this is the outcome.
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Alright so why arent they both in my bed RN. I also wrote this while ovulating so..
P: Death Eater!Sunghoon X Fem!Reader (MDNI 18+) PART 2
Warnings: Hogwarts!AU, Murder, Slight Torture, Blood, Injury, Obsession, Possessive Behavior, Edging, Emotional Manipulation, Minor Jealousy, Psychological Manipulation, Overstimulation, Angst, Explicit Content, Corruption, Oral Sex, Fingering, Dom/Sub Dynamics, Choking, Needy!Sunghoon, Dub-Con, Belly Bulge, Praise Kink, Degradation, Sadism/ Masochism, Mind Break, Objectification, Body Worship, Cock Warming, Animagus Transformation, hoon is a snake (he does stuff to you in that form,) does that count as bestiality??
Wordcount: 19,4k
Synopsis: At Hogwarts, you were golden. He chose darkness and shattered you. Years later, you hesitate to kill him. He kills for you instead. Now you teach at Hogwarts, trying to forget him. But Park Sunghoon never forgot you, now he has decided he won’t lose you twice.
a/n: I admit that i had E.T. by Katy Perry on repeat writing most of this. So i recommend that :) I also wanna specify that i tried to set this before Harry was born in the OG universe... if that wasnt clear. Anyways, I hope you guys will enjoy and thanks for the positive feedback on part 1 :D (I recommend reading part 1 if you havent already to understand part 2.) REBLOGS AND COMMENTARY IS APPRECIATED!
Years passed in the quiet, methodical way that time has when you're building something new over the ruins of something old.
You never saw Sunghoon again after graduation.
You didn't really expect to.
The wizarding world is large enough to swallow people whole if they want to disappear, and Sunghoon had always been good at vanishing—first from your life in pieces, then completely. No owls. No chance of sightings. No whispered rumors of him among the Ministry corridors or at Ministry galas where old Hogwarts names still carried weight. He became absence. A name you stopped saying aloud. A face you trained yourself not to picture when the nights grew too quiet.
You threw yourself into Auror training with the same single-minded ferocity you'd used to claw your way through NEWTs. The program was brutal—dueling drills until your arms shook, dark-arts theory that left you nauseous, night patrols in places most people never wanted to go. You excelled. Not because it was easy, but because failure wasn't an option anymore. Every time doubt crept in, every time you caught yourself twisting the black serpent ring on your finger and remembering his voice saying it's over—you channeled it into precision. Into control. Into becoming someone who could never again be broken by another person's choices.
You earned your full Auror badge two years after graduation.
Your parents framed that letter too.
You moved up quickly—field assignments, high-risk raids, interrogations where your calm voice and unflinching stare made hardened suspects falter. You took no partners at first; trust was still a wound that hadn't fully scarred over. Eventually you let one man in: Thorne, a senior Auror fifteen years your senior with salt-and-pepper hair and a dry sense of humor that reminded you, distantly, of the way Sunghoon used to tease you before everything turned cold. Thorne took you under his wing without asking permission. He taught you how to anticipate a Death Eater's Apparition flicker, how to read micro-expressions in a suspect's face, how to keep breathing when the Killing Curse passes close enough to feel the air move.
He became the closest thing to family you allowed yourself outside blood.
And then, four years after graduation—late autumn, Tuesday—a tip came in.
A suspected safehouse in the Yorkshire moors. High-level Death Eaters rumored to be regrouping after a string of Ministry leaks. The raid was scheduled for midnight. You were assigned to the strike team. Thorne was leading your flank.
It went wrong almost immediately.
The moment the first Aurors breached the warded perimeter, green light answered. Avada Kedavra after Avada Kedavra. Spells clashed in midair: red Stunners, blue Shield Charms, purple hexes that made skin blister on contact. The night turned into chaos—shouts, cracks of Apparition, the wet thud of bodies hitting frozen earth. You fought like a machine: Apparating in bursts, firing Incarcerous ropes that wrapped around masked figures, shielding fallen colleagues, countering curses with a flick of your wand that had become second nature.
Then you saw it.
Thorne—broad-shouldered, steady Thorne—took a jet of green light square to the chest. The curse lifted him off his feet like a rag doll. He flew backward, robes billowing, and landed hard on the frost-crusted ground twenty feet away. He didn't move again. Didn't twitch. Didn't breathe.
Time slowed.
You felt the scream rise in your throat but swallowed it. Felt the cold fury coil in your veins like venom.
The Death Eater responsible was already turning—black robes swirling, mask gleaming under moonlight. Tall. Lean. Moving with lethal grace.
You Apparated without thinking.
Crack.
You reappeared ten feet behind him. Fired a Stunner. He twisted mid-air, vanished. Crack. You followed.
Again. Again. Again.
A deadly game of leapfrog across moorland and hedgerows until the landscape gave way to crooked headstones and moon-bleached marble.
A graveyard.
He Apparated one final time inside the iron gates. You landed right behind him—boots crunching on frozen grass—and fired a full-body bind.
The spell struck true.
He went down hard— slamming into a weathered angel statue, and crumpled to the ground between two cracked headstones. His wand flew from his grip, skittering across the ground to land several meters away.
You advanced—wand tight in your grip, breathing controlled, heart slamming so hard it hurt.
"Hands where I can see them," you said, voice flat. Auror protocol. "You're under arrest. Resist and I will use force."
He stayed crouched for a long second—shoulders rising and falling with heavy breaths. Then, slowly, he lifted one gloved hand, not to surrender but instead to his mask.
A whispered Finite Incantatem.
The intricate dark metal shimmered, dissolved into coiling smoke, and drifted away on the night wind.
And there he was.
Park motherfucking Sunghoon.
Older. Harder. Hollowed in places that used to be soft. The boy who once kissed you like the world was ending had been replaced by this man—taller somehow, broader through the shoulders beneath the heavy Death Eater robes, dark hair falling in careless strands across his forehead and brushing the sharp line of his cheekbones. A thin scar curved along his left jaw, silver-pink against pale skin. Stubble shadowed the elegant cut of his face, rough where he used to be meticulously smooth. But the eyes—those eyes that once looked at you like you were the only star worth following—were the worst.
They weren’t soft anymore.
They were dark. Wild. Crazed. Pupils blown wide under the moon, glittering with something feral and hungry and unhinged. They locked onto you with the precision of a predator that had finally found the one thing it had been hunting for years.
Your whole body reacted before your mind could catch up.
A shiver raced down your spine—cold and wrong in all the ways that still felt delicious. Your stomach twisted. Heat crawled up your throat even as revulsion burned behind your ribs. Every nerve screamed danger and memory at the same time, and the conflicting signals left you dizzy, rooted to the frozen ground with your wand still trained on him.
He didn’t move. Didn’t reach for the wand. Just stayed crouched—knees planted, black-gloved hands loose at his sides—like he was deciding whether to pounce or play.
Then he smiled.
Slowly.
The corner of his mouth lifted first before spreading into something lazy, and far too knowing. It wasn’t the shy, private curve he used to give you in empty corridors. This was the smile of a man who knew exactly what the sight of him did to you after all these years. A man who could still read every micro-twitch of your expression like an open book.
His gaze never left yours. Not for a second.
“Hello, love.”
The words rolled out in a low, velvet purr—thick with power, dark with intent, every syllable dripping like honey laced with arsenic. His voice had deepened over the years, roughened at the edges, but the cadence was the same. It landed like a hex you hadn’t braced for, curling around your ribs and squeezing.
For one frozen heartbeat, you couldn’t move.
Your wand stayed locked on him—steady in theory, trembling in reality. The graveyard wind sliced between you, carrying the faint old scent of frost-bitten marble. Your breath fogged in small, erratic clouds. The black serpent on your finger burned—insistent, alive—like it recognized its maker and was trying to crawl off your hand to reach him.
You felt it all at once: the old ache blooming fresh behind your sternum, the muscle memory of his mouth on your throat, the ghost of his hands. And beneath it was the rage. The fury that had kept you upright for years. The fury that had turned you into someone who could stare down Death Eaters without flinching.
You hardened your face.
It happened in stages: jaw clenching until your teeth ached, eyes narrowing to slits, lips pressing into a thin, bloodless line. The tremor in your wand hand steadied—not gone, but locked down, forced into submission by sheer will. You drew your shoulders back. Lifted your chin. Let every inch of Auror training snap into place like armor locking over skin.
You were no longer the girl who cried in a forgotten study room.
You were the woman who had walked through fire and come out the other side with a badge and a kill count.
And he—Park Sunghoon, masked killer, boy who once claimed your heart and then discarded it—was kneeling in front of you with no wand, no backup, no escape.
Your voice came out low. Cold. Professional.
“Stand up. Slowly. Hands where I can see them.”
He didn’t move at first.
Just watched you—head tilted, that slow, dangerous smile still playing at the corners of his mouth. Like he was cataloguing every change: the sharper line of your cheekbones, the way you held yourself now, the faint scar across your left eyebrow from a raid two years ago that he would never know the story of. Like he was drinking you in after years of starvation.
Then he rose in one fluid motion. No sudden jerks. No attempt to lunge. Just unfolding from his crouch until he stood at his full height while the black robes fell around him like spilled ink. He lifted both hands slowly, palms open, fingers spread.
“Park Sunghoon,” you said, each syllable clipped and precise, voice carrying the flat authority of someone who had read this script to dozens of masked figures before him, “you are under arrest for murder, for being a follower of the Dark Lord, and use of the Unforgivable Curses. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of magical law.”
He didn’t speak.
Didn’t blink.
Just looked at you.
The stare was raking—from the tight knot of your hair down the sharp line of your jaw, over the fitted black Auror robes that hugged your frame, lingering on the way your chest rose and fell too fast despite your control, then lower, tracing the curve of your hips, the taut stretch of fabric over your thighs, before dragging back up to your face.
It wasn’t subtle. It wasn’t ashamed.
Your skin prickled. Heat crawled up your throat even as ice settled in your stomach.
“Quit it,” you snapped, voice low and dangerous.
He laughed. The sound vibrated through the cold air and straight into your bones. The same laugh he used to give you when you tried to scold him in empty classrooms.
“Quit what?” he murmured, tilting his head just enough to let a lock of dark hair fall across his brow. “Looking at what’s mine?” His gaze flicked to your mouth, then back to your eyes. “You still bite the inside of your cheek when you’re trying not to react. Still—” he took one step forward despite the wand aimed at his sternum—“get wet just thinking about what I used to do to you.”
The words hit like a slap wrapped in silk. Fury ignited behind your ribs—bright, blinding.
You opened your mouth to lash out—to spit protocol, to threaten him with every curse in the Auror handbook, to remind him exactly who held the power here—
A spell slammed into your back.
No warning. No sound but the sharp crack of magic in the air.
The force lifted you clean off your feet. Your wand flew from your grip mid-flight. You twisted helplessly—boots scraping nothing—before crashing hard onto frozen ground meters away. Pain exploded through your ribs, your shoulder, the back of your skull. Breath punched out of you in a ragged gasp. You rolled instinctively, trying to find your wand, trying to rise—
“Crucio!”
The word ripped through the night gleefully.
Instantly, white-hot agony tore through every nerve in your body.
You screamed.
The sound was torn from your throat, raw and helpless. Your back arched off the ground, limbs locking, muscles seizing as though every fiber was being ripped apart by invisible knives. Vision whited out. The graveyard spun. Somewhere distant you heard laughter, cruel and triumphant.
It lasted only a heartbeat.
Then—
“Avada Kedavra!”
Green light flared, bright and unmistakable.
You forced your eyes open just in time to see it.
Sunghoon had somehow retrieved his wand in the chaos. His arm was extended and the Killing Curse had erupted from the tip in a clean arc.
The other Death Eater—the one who’d cast Crucio—didn’t even have time to look surprised. The green light struck him square in the chest. He froze mid-laugh. Then he dropped—limp, lifeless, robes pooling around him like spilled oil.
Silence.
Dead silence.
Sunghoon lowered his arm. Turned. And looked at you.
Still crouched on the ground, still gasping, still shaking from the aftershocks of Cruciatus. Your wand lay somewhere to your left—too far. Your body felt like it had been run over by a herd of hippogriffs. Every nerve ending screamed phantom fire; your muscles twitched and spasmed without permission, refusing to obey the simplest commands. But you forced yourself up onto one elbow anyway—teeth gritted so hard your jaw ached, eyes burning with unshed tears and fury, because you would not lie helpless in front of him. Not him. Not after everything.
Sunghoon stepped over the dead man without looking down, his boot brushing the edge of the sprawled arm as though it were nothing more than a fallen branch. His focus never wavered. It stayed locked on you while he walked toward you.
You tried to move back.
Instinct. Pure animal fear.
Your elbow slid; your palm scraped against frozen earth. Pain lanced through your ribs, your spine, your skull—sharp enough to steal your breath. Your legs refused to cooperate; they jerked uselessly, still half-paralyzed by Cruciatus echoes. You managed half a pathetic meter before your strength gave out and you collapsed again, chest heaving, vision swimming.
He kept coming.
Close enough that the hem of his robes brushed your knee when he stopped above you. He dropped to one knee bringing his face level closer to yours. His gaze raked over you as something flickered behind the madness in his eyes—something that looked dangerously close to regret.
Then—
A blast of red light tore through the night.
Stunner. Bright. Angry. Aimed straight for the center of his back.
Sunghoon didn’t even turn.
His wand snapped up and a Shield Charm erupted from the tip in a dome of shimmering silver. The Stunner struck it dead-center and ricocheted harmlessly into the dark, lighting up crooked headstones like lightning. In the same motion the Death Eater mask slipped back over his face—smooth, seamless, as though it had never left.
He rose.
Turned.
And the graveyard became a battlefield again.
Another Auror had Apparated in behind a crumbling mausoleum. Wand already raised. Face half-hidden by a scarf. Voice shouting something you couldn’t make out over the ringing in your ears.
Sunghoon moved like liquid shadow.
He Apparated and reappeared behind the Auror—fired a jet of purple light that sent the man sprawling. The Auror rolled, came up firing. Sunghoon blocked again then retaliated with a curse that made the air scream. Headstones cracked. Marble shards flew. The Auror staggered but didn’t fall.
Then more came.
Crack. Crack. Crack.
Three—no, four—Aurors Apparating in rapid succession. Reinforcements. Your backup. Finally.
Wands lit the night in a storm of color. Shouts overlapped—“Stupefy!” “Protego!” “Expulso!”—spells clashing midair, explosions of light and sound turning the graveyard into chaos.
Sunghoon laughed as he moved through the fight like he was dancing—apparating in short, vicious bursts, blocking, striking, never staying still long enough to be hit.
You watched as he carved through them with terrifying efficiency.
The first to fall was the Auror who’d fired the opening Stunner. Sunghoon apparated directly behind him when an opening appeared. “Sectumsempra.” The curse sliced clean across the man’s chest. Blood sprayed black in the moonlight. The Auror gasped once—wet, choking—then collapsed face-first into the dirt, robes soaking dark.
Sunghoon didn’t pause.
He twisted—Apparated again—reappeared behind a second Auror who was hiding by the mausoleum. Before the words “Protego Maxima” could fully leave her lips, Sunghoon’s wand flicked upward. “Avada Kedavra.” The curse struck her square between the shoulder blades. She froze mid-gesture, wand still raised, then dropped straight down like a marionette with cut strings.
The third Auror—a tall man with a scarred cheek—saw it happen. Saw his colleague crumple. Rage twisted his face. He roared something incoherent and unleashed a barrage: three rapid Blasting Curses, each one tearing up graves and sending marble flying like shrapnel. Sunghoon apparated through the debris cloud, reappeared at point-blank range and hid behind a gravestone and aimed his wand towards the man.
“Confringo.”
The explosion was muffled—sickeningly wet—as the man’s torso burst outward in a spray of red and bone. What remained collapsed backward over a headstone, robes smoldering.
The fourth Auror—the last one standing—froze for half a second.
Long enough.
Sunghoon turned toward him.
The Auror’s wand rose—trembling—mouth opening on a final, desperate “Expelliarmus—”
Sunghoon was faster.
“Avada Kedavra.”
The curse struck the man clean. His eyes widened with shock—then fell backward, limbs splaying awkwardly across a cracked angel statue. Wand clattered uselessly to the ground beside him.
Silence returned—thick, ringing, broken only by the sound of your own breathing.
Sunghoon didn’t even look at the bodies. Didn’t survey his work. He looked only at you.
For one suspended heartbeat you held your breath.
Then—more cracks.
Reinforcements. Real ones this time. Too many. Too late for the fallen.
Sunghoon’s head tilted as he took one last look at you, eyes burning through the mask’s slits and raised his wand in a casual salute.
Crack.
The graveyard was empty of him in an instant.
You collapsed fully then, cheek pressed to frozen grass, vision tunneling to black at the edges. Voices reached you—shouts, running boots, someone yelling your name—but they sounded far away. The last thing you saw before darkness claimed you was the moonlit outline of four dead Aurors sprawled among the headstones.
And the empty space where Sunghoon had stood.
Like he had never been there at all.
When you woke up, it was to the harsh white light of St. Mungo’s ward. Your body felt like lead wrapped in cotton—every limb heavy, every joint protesting even the shallowest breath.
The Cruciatus aftershocks lingered like static under your skin; your fingers twitched without permission for days. Healers came and went, murmuring about nerve regeneration potions and rest and psychological evaluation. You answered their questions in monosyllables. You stared at the ceiling until the white tiles blurred. You replayed the graveyard over and over until the memory carved itself into the backs of your eyelids.
The questions started small.
How had the boy who once kissed you under enchanted snow become this?
What had happened in the years you’d spent trying not to think about him?
Had the Dark Mark burned under his sleeve the night he told you he’d fallen out of love?
Had he already been carving his path to Voldemort while you cried yourself to sleep?
You locked yourself in your Ministry office the moment they discharged you.
Desk buried under files. Door slammed shut. You pulled every record you could access—old Hogwarts enrollment logs, Ministry surveillance reports, seized Death Eater correspondence, even the classified Auror debriefs from raids. You read until your eyes burned. You cross-referenced dates. You mapped disappearances. You hunted for anything.
You came up empty.
There was no single smoking parchment. No intercepted owl. No witness testimony that named the day or the hour he chose the Dark Lord over everything else. Just gaps. Unexplained coincidences. Sunghoon had walked into the dark so quietly no one had heard the door close behind him.
The obsession became unhealthy.
You stopped sleeping. Stopped eating anything that wasn’t conjured coffee. Stopped answering owls from old friends. Your office became a tomb—papers pinned to every wall, red string connecting nothing to nothing, your own handwriting growing more frantic in the margins. Colleagues knocked. You didn’t answer. Superiors sent memos. You ignored them. The serpent ring on your finger pulsed hotter every night, like it was feeding on your spiral.
Eventually your department head noticed. Then the Minister’s office.
You quit before they could force the issue. The resignation letter was three lines long. Delivered by owl at dawn. No explanation. No farewell speech.
The news spread like fire.
Star recruit quits without warning.
Disgrace to the badge.
Whispers followed you. Former colleagues looked away when you passed. Your parents sent a howler—furious, disappointed, the same tone they’d used when your Transfiguration grade slipped in seventh year. You walked away without reading the second paragraph.
It was fine.
All dandy, really.
Because three days after your resignation hit the Prophet’s front page, an owl arrived at your tiny rented flat in Knockturn Alley. It was a large, silver-feathered bird with knowing eyes. It tapped insistently at your window until you opened it—half-dressed, hair wild, still clutching yesterday’s cold coffee.
The letter was short. Written in Dumbledore’s familiar handwriting.
My dear former student,
The Defense Against the Dark Arts post has once again become vacant. Hogwarts could use someone with your particular experience and resolve.
If you are willing, the castle awaits.
Albus Dumbledore
You stared at the parchment for a long time. Then you folded it carefully. Set it on the table. Packed your life into two trunks in under an hour.
You left without looking back.
Hogwarts welcomed you like it had been waiting.
The castle smelled the same—old stone, beeswax, faint traces of potion fumes drifting up from the dungeons. The Great Hall still echoed with student laughter at breakfast. The Black Lake still glittered under the weak autumn sun. Your room—high in one of the northern towers—overlooked the Forbidden Forest and had a fireplace that lit itself when you entered.
You were safe here.
No Death Eaters Apparating out of shadows. No green light waiting around corners. No raids that ended in deaths and destruction. No Sunghoon.
You only had to worry about which third-years were sneaking banned books into the common room. Which fifth-year Slytherin kept asking too many questions about Unforgivables “for research.” Which Gryffindor troublemaker thought setting off Dungbombs in the corridor was still funny.
You lectured on shield charms, you demonstrated counter-curses with calm precision, you stayed late in the classroom helping struggling students, answering questions about dark magic with unflinching honesty. You patrolled corridors at night with your wand loose in your hand—not because you expected danger, but because old habits died hard.
The students called you Professor.
They liked that you never talked down to them, never pretended the dark arts weren’t real.
You genuinely found happiness.
Mornings started with tea, the low murmur of McGonagall’s voice discussing Quidditch schedules with Flitwick while you listened without needing to speak. Afternoons were filled with the bright chatter of third-years finally mastering Protego, their faces lighting up when a Shield Charm held against your gentle testing hex for the first time. Evenings stretched long in your classroom—windows open to let in the scent of pine and lake water—while you sat cross-legged on a desk helping a nervous fourth-year Ravenclaw understand why counter-curses required intent as much as wandwork.
The students liked your unflinching honesty. When a Slytherin boy asked whether the Unforgivables were really unforgivable if used against Death Eaters, you didn’t give him the Ministry-approved platitude. You looked him in the eye and said, “They are unforgivable because they strip away choice. Yours. Theirs. The person you become after you cast them. That’s the part no one can give back.”
He stared at you for a long moment. Then nodded once.
You started smiling—real smiles—when a Gryffindor girl stayed late to perfect her Disarming Charm and finally managed it with a flourish that sent your practice dummy cartwheeling across the room. You laughed when Peeves tried to drop a bucket of ink over your head during patrol and you wordlessly redirected it onto him instead. The poltergeist sulked for a week.
You slept through the night sometimes. Not always. But sometimes.
The nightmares still came—green light, Thorne’s body hitting the ground, Sunghoon’s masked face turning toward you—but they came less often. When they did, you woke up, sat up and pressed your palm to the cool stone wall until your breathing steadied, then went back to sleep.
For exactly one month, you were happy. Truly.
Then—
You opened your classroom door on a late Thursday afternoon, arms full of second-year essays that needed grading before tomorrow’s lesson. The corridor outside was empty, torches already lit. You shouldered the heavy oak door open with your hip, already mentally sorting the stack by house—
And froze.
Sunghoon was sitting in your chair.
One long leg crossed over the other, dark hair falling just so across his brow. He looked relaxed, elegant, utterly at home in a space that wasn’t his.
Your cat—Erebus, that enormous, treacherous black tom who usually hissed at anyone but you—was curled in his lap.
Purring… Loudly…
Sunghoon’s long fingers scratched idly behind the cat’s ears. Erebus’s eyes were half-closed in bliss, tail flicking lazily against Sunghoon’s thigh.
The moment you stepped across the threshold, Sunghoon looked up. And lit up.
Not with a grin or a flourish. Just—his whole face softened. The hard edges melted. Those dark, wild eyes you remembered from the graveyard turned warm again, almost gentle.
Your heart lurched so violently you almost dropped the essays.
You slammed the door shut behind you.
The bang echoed through the empty classroom.
Your wand was in your hand before you consciously thought to draw it. You twisted the lock with a sharp flick—wards snapping into place—then rounded on him.
“Are you crazy!?” The words came out half-whispered, half-shouted—desperate to stay quiet, terrified someone would hear.
Sunghoon didn’t flinch. Didn’t rise. Just tilted his head slightly, still petting Erebus, who had now rolled fully onto his back in shameless surrender, paws in the air.
“I missed you,” he said simply. Soft. Honest. Devastating.
Your grip on the wand tightened until your knuckles bleached white.
“You can’t be here.”
“I’m here.”
“You’re a wanted man. There are wards. There are professors. There are students—” Your voice cracked on the last word—half accusation, half plea—and the sentence died in the suddenly too-small space between you.
Sunghoon didn’t answer with words. He only looked at you.
That smug, devastating grin spread across his face—small at first, just a lift at one corner of his mouth, then wider, lazier, until it reached his eyes. The same grin he used to give you when you tried to scold him in fifth year for sneaking you into the restricted section after curfew.
He stayed seated behind your desk. Relaxed. Regal. Utterly unbothered.
Erebus—that purring traitor—had now abandoned his lap, leaping down to wind around your ankles once before retreating to the windowsill to watch the drama unfold with lazy green eyes.
You took another step forward. Then another. Close enough now that you could see the faint scar along his jaw glint in the late-afternoon light slanting through the high windows. Close enough that the hem of your professor’s robes brushed the edge of your desk.
That was perfect for him as his hand moved. Fingers closed around your wrist.
You gasped.
He pulled.
One smooth, decisive tug.
Your balance gave out; your knees hit the edge of the chair. Before you could plant your feet or wrench free, he had you—dragged forward and down until you landed astride his lap, thighs bracketing his hips.
He didn’t let go of your wrist.
Instead he slid his other hand to the small of your back—long fingers splaying wide, pressing you closer until there was no space left between your bodies. You could feel every inch of him: the hard planes of his chest, the heat radiating through his robes, the press of him against your inner thigh.
“Get your hands off me,” you hissed—voice low, trembling, barely above a whisper in case anyone passed the corridor outside.
“No.”
“Why the hell not?” you demanded, voice cracking despite your effort to keep it quiet. Your palms shoved hard against his chest, but he didn’t budge; if anything, his arm around your waist tightened. “You think you can just stroll into Hogwarts—into my classroom—like you’re not a wanted fugitive? Like you didn’t murder four Aurors in front of me? Like you didn’t disappear for years and leave me to pick up the pieces?” Your words tumbled out faster, sharper, each one a blade you’d been sharpening in silence for too long.
“How did you even get here? The wards are supposed to be impenetrable with detection spells keyed to every known Death Eater signature. You shouldn’t have made it past the gates, let alone up seven flights of stairs and through my door. And don’t tell me you just walked in. You didn’t. So how? Who helped you?!”
You were breathing too fast now, chest rising and falling against his, close enough to feel the steady thud of his heartbeat beneath your palms.
“And Dumbledore—” Your voice dropped even lower, almost a hiss. “He has to know. He always knows. The portraits report. The castle itself reports. You think he’d let a Death Eater sit in my chair petting my cat like this is a social call? Or is that part of your plan too? Drag me down with you again? Make me choose between turning you in and—”
He shut you up mid-ramble.
One second you were spitting questions like curses; the next his mouth was on yours.
His hand fisted in your hair—fingers threading through the pins and pulling them loose in one rough tug. The sharp sting at your scalp made you gasp against his lips; he swallowed the sound, tongue sliding in, claiming every inch like he’d never left. His other hand wrapped around your throat, thumb pressing against your racing pulse, fingers curling around the side of your neck, holding you exactly where he wanted you.
You froze for half a heartbeat—shock, fury, memory crashing together in a blinding wave—then your hands fisted in the front of his robes and you bit his bottom lip hard enough to taste copper. You shoved your tongue against his like you were trying to push him out and pull him deeper at the same time.
That only spurred him on as the kiss turned wet and obscene, tongues sliding slick and aggressive, lips swollen and bruising from the force of it.
His other hand—the one that had been on your throat—dropped to your hip, fingers digging in with bruising strength. He jerked you forward, grinding your core down hard against the thick ridge straining behind his trousers. The friction was immediate, ruthless; you couldn’t stop the broken moan that tore out of you, muffled against his lips.
“Still so responsive...” he growled into your mouth.
You hated how right he was.
You could already feel your underwear clinging uncomfortably as you rocked against him without permission. Your nails raked down his shoulders, trying to anchor yourself, trying to hurt him back, but it only made him rougher.
One arm banded around your waist and he stood, lifting you with him like you weighed nothing. Your legs automatically locked around his hips; your back hit the edge of the desk with a thud that rattled quills and ink bottles. Papers scattered. A stack of essays fluttered to the floor like dead leaves.
He didn’t care.
He shoved you back until your spine arched over the desk, hips canted up, thighs spread wide around his waist. His free hand yanked your robes open, fabric tearing slightly at the shoulder and shoved them down your arms until they caught at your elbows. Cool air hit your skin; your blouse was next—ripped open, buttons scattering across the wood.
You reacted instantly—hands flying up to shove at his chest, nails digging into wool and muscle, trying to create even an inch of distance. “Get off—”
He caught both your wrists in one large hand and slammed them down above your head, pinning them to the desk with bruising force.
“Stop fighting me,” he growled against your throat, voice thick with hunger. “You’ll only hurt yourself.”
You bucked—hips twisting, legs kicking—but he simply stepped closer, wedging his hips between your thighs so you had nowhere to go as he yanks the bra cups down, baring you completely. Cool air hit your nipples causing them to tighten. He covered one with his mouth immediately—sucking hard, tongue flicking—while his fingers pinched and rolled the other, tugging until you whimpered.
“Sunghoon—stop—” Your voice cracked when he bit down, sharp enough to make you gasp. “Stop it—please—”
You tried to twist away; he simply followed, mouth chasing skin, sucking harder, biting down just enough to sting.
“Stop—talking—” he muttered, voice fracturing when he switched sides and bit the underside of your breast, leaving another dark mark.
“You—you broke up with me. You said—you said you didn’t love me anymore—”
He lifted his head just enough to look at you—eyes blown black, lips swollen and glistening, cheeks flushed. “Young me was stupid,” he rasped. “How could I fall out of love with a woman like you?”
You stared down at him, chest heaving, confusion crashing through the anger like cold water on hot coals. Your mouth opened—words forming, scrambling, anything to claw back control, to remind him (and yourself) that this was wrong, that he had no right, that you should be hexing him through the nearest wall.
But the sentences died on your tongue.
His hands were still on your breasts, thumbs brushing worshipful circles over your nipples, keeping them peaked and aching. Every few seconds he dipped his head again, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the soft undersides, the valley between them, the faint red marks his teeth had already left. He looked… lost in it.
And Merlin help you—you didn’t really want him off.
Not anymore.
Not when you could feel the heat of his palms seeping through your skin, not when every drag of his tongue sent sparks straight to your core, not when the man staring up at you with raw devotion was still—despite everything—the one you used to fall asleep dreaming about marrying. Back when the future felt soft and certain. Back when you pictured silver bands and quiet vows and his hand in yours at every Ministry function.
The boy who looked at you like you were the only star worth navigating by. Until he wasn’t. Until the lies started, the disappearances stretched longer, and the boy you loved became a stranger wearing his face.
You blinked, trying to hold onto the anger, the betrayal, the righteous fury that had carried you through years of rebuilding, while you were still locked in that spiraling thought—still trying to decide whether to shove him away or pull him closer—his hands had moved.
He had shoved your skirt up to your waist in one rough yank. Fingers hooked into your tights and underwear before he tore it off—fabric ripping with a sharp, satisfying sound.
Then he dropped.
Went to his knees between your spread legs like it was the most natural place in the world.
His shoulders pushed your thighs wider while his hands gripped the backs of your knees and spread you wider. Wide enough that the desk edge dug into your lower back and your heels hooked uselessly over his shoulders. The cool air of the classroom kissed your exposed cunt for half a second—then his hot mouth covered you completely.
He sealed his lips over your clit and sucked—hard, greedy, like he was trying to pull your soul out through that single point of contact. Your hips jerked up off the desk with a strangled shout; your hands flew to his hair, fingers knotting in the dark strands so tightly you felt strands snap against your knuckles.
“Sunghoon—!”
He groaned against you—vibration ripping straight through your pussy—and doubled down.
His tongue lashed—fast, merciless flicks over the swollen bud while he sucked, hollowing his cheeks. Wet, filthy sounds filled the room immediately: the slick slide of his tongue through your folds, the obscene suction of his mouth, the wet squelch every time he plunged his tongue inside you only to drag it back up to your clit again. His saliva dripped down, mixing with your own slick until everything was glossy, messy, dripping onto the desk beneath your ass.
He ate like your cunt was the only one he’d ever kneel to.
His hands tightened on the backs of your knees—fingers digging in hard enough to leave bruises shaped like his grip—keeping you spread and helpless while he feasted. Every time you tried to close your thighs he forced them wider, shoulders wedging deeper, stubble scraping the tender skin of your inner thighs until it burned red.
You yanked his hair harder—half to hurt him, half to anchor yourself. He moaned into you—loud, shameless—the sound muffled against your soaked folds. The pain only made him rougher.
“Too much—too much—”
He didn’t stop.
Instead he pulled back just enough to spit directly onto your pussy, watching the saliva slide down your folds before he dove back in. Tongue flat and broad now, lapping up every drop like he was collecting something sacred.
“Pretty cunt..” he rasped between long, sloppy licks. “So swollen already. All for me. Always for me.” He sucked your clit back into his mouth—harder this time—while two fingers plunged inside without warning. Deep. Rough. No gentleness. He fucked them into you fast—curling hard against that spot on every thrust—while his tongue never left your clit. The wet sounds were pornographic: slick fingers pumping, mouth slurping, your own choked moans and gasps echoing off stone walls.
You yanked his hair again—harder—trying to pull him off, trying to regain control.
He retaliated by biting the inside of your thigh, then soothing the sting with slow licks before returning to your clit with renewed ferocity. Another finger joined the first two—three now—stretching you wide, pumping brutally while his tongue flicked faster.
Your back bowed off the desk. A sob tore from your throat—pleasure so sharp it bordered on pain.
He moaned again—long, low, vibrating straight through your clit—and you shattered.
The orgasm hit like a curse—violent, unstoppable. Your walls clamped down around his fingers, pulsing, fluttering, gushing slick that coated his hand and chin. Your thighs locked around his head, heels digging into his back, hips grinding against his face as wave after wave ripped through you.
Eventually he pulled his fingers out, letting you feel every inch. Lifted them to his mouth and sucked them clean—eyes locked on yours the entire time—tongue curled around each finger in turn, slow and thorough, sucking them clean. A low, satisfied hum vibrated in his throat as he swallowed every trace of you.
Then he rose.
He stood in one smooth motion, towering over you again. His hands never left your body—sliding up the backs of your thighs, over the curve of your hips, along the dip of your waist—as he kissed his way back up. Open-mouthed, bruising kisses. He sucked hard on the soft skin just below your navel, leaving a dark, wet mark that would bloom purple by morning. Higher—teeth grazed the underside of your breast, then closed around a nipple, pulling it deep into his mouth with a hard suck that made your back bow off the desk.
Every mark he left was claiming. A constellation of red and purple blooming across your collarbones, the tops of your breasts, the sensitive skin along your ribs. By the time his mouth reached your throat you were trembling, body strung tight and liquid at once. He kissed the frantic pulse there—soft first, then bit down hard enough to make you cry out. His tongue traced the fresh mark immediately after, like an apology he didn’t mean.
He finally lifted his head.
Face to face.
Noses almost touching. Breaths mingling in harsh, uneven pants that fogged the narrow space between you.
His hand slid up until it cupped your jaw. Fingers splayed wide across your cheek, warm and rougher from calluses you didn’t quite remember from school. His thumb pressed into the soft flesh just beneath your bottom lip, tilting your chin up and forcing your mouth open.
“Tell me,” he murmured, voice gravel-rough, barely above a whisper yet heavy enough to sink straight into your bones. “Did you let any other man touch you after me?”
The question landed soft. But it carried teeth.
Your throat worked—once, twice—muscles flexing visibly. No sound came out at first. Just a small, helpless swallow. Your eyes—still glassy from tears, from the sheer overwhelming force of him—darted across his face.
His smirk faded into something sharper, more dangerous. The hand on your jaw tightened—fingers digging in until you felt the faint sting of nails pressing half-moon crescents into the soft flesh of your cheeks.
“Answer me.”
You shook your head—small, frantic jerks that made fresh tears spill over your lower lashes.
For one suspended heartbeat the room held its breath—only the faint crackle of the dying fire and your own uneven panting breaking the silence.
Then—slowly—his entire face lit up.
“No one else,” he breathed—voice cracking open on the words, raw with something that sounded dangerously close to relief. “After all this time...”
The realization seemed to hit him in waves. His breath hitched once—sharp, audible. His grip on your jaw loosened fractionally, thumb stroking once across your trembling lower lip in something almost like worship.
Then he straightened.
Hands dropping from your face to his belt.
The clink of metal was loud in the quiet room—buckle opening, leather sliding free, zipper dragged down with rough impatience. He shoved his trousers and boxers down in one impatient motion—fabric pooling around his thighs—and his cock sprang free.
Thick. Hard. Flushed dark at the tip, already leaking steadily. Veins stood out along the shaft ,pulsing faintly with every heartbeat. The head glistened with precome, a thick bead welling at the slit before sliding slowly down the underside in a slow, obscene trail. He wrapped a fist around it once, giving himself one long stroke from base to tip.
“You stayed empty for me,” he rasped—voice thick with awe. “All these years. No one else got to touch what’s mine. No one else got to feel how tight you are, how you cry when you come. Just me.”
He stroked himself again—slower this time—watching the way your gaze dropped involuntarily to his cock, watching the way your tongue darted out to wet your swollen lips, watching the way your pussy clenched like your body was already aching to be filled again.
“Still so perfect,” he murmured—almost to himself. He stepped closer—cock brushing the inside of your thigh, leaving a wet streak of precome across your skin.
His free hand slid into your hair—fingers threading gently this time, cradling the back of your head—tilting your face up so you had no choice but to meet his eyes again.
“I’m going to fill you again,” he said softly, voice low and trembling with barely-leashed hunger. “Gonna fuck you until you can’t remember what it feels like to be empty… until every breath you take reminds you I’m still inside you… until you forget there was ever a time your cunt wasn’t stretched around me.”
The other hand guided himself to your entrance—hot, blunt, already leaking.
With one brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt in a single motion—thick, stretching you wide and deep until your walls burned with the sudden invasion and your back bowed off the desk in a violent arch. A scream tore from your throat—raw, involuntary—shattering the quiet of the empty classroom. He swallowed it instantly, mouth crashing down on yours, tongue shoving past your teeth to muffle the sound as his hand came up to your throat.
Fingers clamped around your neck, cutting off just enough air to sharpen every sensation until it felt like fire racing under your skin. The pressure was perfect—cruelly precise—his thumb pressing against the frantic flutter of your pulse while his other fingers dug into the sides of your throat, holding you exactly where he wanted you.
Sunghoon didn’t ease up.
He fucked you like he was trying to carve himself permanently into your body—each thrust brutal, punishing, bottoming out so hard you felt the thick head batter your cervix with every snap of his hips. The desk creaked dangerously beneath you—wood groaning, legs scraping an inch across stone with the force of it.
Your thighs trembled uselessly around his waist—heels digging into the small of his back, trying to pull him deeper even as your body screamed. You hadn't been so full after his absence, so much so that every deep plunge felt like it was splitting you open again, yet your hips still rolled up to meet him, greedy and traitorous, chasing the ache.
“So good.. taking my cock so fucking well. Look how deep I am, baby—look how your belly swells every time I bottom out.” His free hand slid down your stomach, until his palm flattened just on your navel. He pressed down.
Hard.
You felt it instantly—the obscene bulge of him inside you, the thick ridge of his cock pressing outward against your lower belly with every punishing thrust. He watched his own hand move—watched the way your stomach distended slightly every time he slammed home.
“Oh—feel that?” he groaned, pressing harder, making you feel every inch of him even more clearly. “Feel how your greedy little cunt is stretching around me? That’s me. Inside you..”
You whined, eyes rolling back as the combination of pressure and depth pushed you closer to the edge again.
He moaned loudly,head thrown back for a second as your walls fluttered around him.
“Merlin—oh—keep clenching like that,” he panted, hips snapping harder, faster.
You came hard—walls clamping down around him like a vice, fluttering, pulsing, gushing slick that coated his cock and dripped down his balls. Your back bowed off the desk so violently he had to pin you down with his body weight. A scream tried to tear free but his hand turned it into a strangled whine.
He fucked you through it, drawing it out until you were sobbing, shaking, oversensitive and still coming apart.
“Take it, baby” he snarled, hips stuttering, thrusts losing rhythm. “Take every inch. Take me.”
He buried himself deep—one last brutal thrust—and came with a broken groan. Hot, thick spurts flooded you, filling you until you felt it leak out around his cock, mixing with your own release on the desk beneath you.
Minutes passed.
Or seconds.
Time didn’t matter.
Eventually he eased his grip—letting you drag in full, shuddering breaths that burned all the way down your raw throat. The world swam back in fragments: the faint scent of old books and spilled ink, the creak of the desk beneath your sweat-slick back, the slow drip of your combined release leaking out around where he was still buried deep inside you.
Sunghoon didn’t pull out.
He stayed.
Thick. Hot. Pulsing faintly even after he’d come so hard it felt like he’d tried to flood your womb. His hips stayed flush against yours, cock seated to the hilt, stretching you open and keeping every drop of his cum locked inside. When he shifted—barely an inch—the pressure made you whimper.
Sunghoon exhaled roughly through his nose, the sound almost pained with how much restraint it took not to start fucking into you again right then. Instead he shifted, arms banding beneath your thighs and around your back in one smooth, possessive motion.
He lifted you off the desk.
Your legs automatically locked around his waist; a soft, broken whimper escaped you at the shift of his cock inside, the swollen head dragging along oversensitive walls while gravity pulled you down even deeper onto him. He groaned low in his throat—long, guttural—forehead dropping briefly to your shoulder as though the sensation almost undid him.
Then he dropped back into your chair with you still impaled on him. The impact was gentle enough not to jar you too badly, but it still punched a high, startled sound from your throat. Your knees sank into the worn leather on either side of his hips; your chest pressed flush to his.
He settled you fully on his lap—your ass seated against his thighs, his arms locked around your lower back like iron bands. “Stay,” he rasped against your ear, voice wrecked. “Just like this. Warm my cock.”
You whimpered, head lolling forward until your forehead rested against his shoulder. Your body was still trembling from the last orgasm; every tiny shift of his hips sent fresh sparks skittering up your spine. He was so deep the head of him pressed against your cervix with even the slightest movement making you dizzy.
“Sleep, love,” he murmured against your skin, lips brushing sweat-damp skin. “Just sleep. I’ve got you.” His voice dropped lower. “I’ll take such good care of you.” He kissed your forehead—soft, lingering—then your closed eyelids, then the tear tracks on your cheeks. His hand slid up to cradle the back of your head, fingers threading gently through your hair now, soothing where he’d pulled earlier.
“Sleep,” he whispered once more, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “I’m not going anywhere. Not ever again...”
You woke slowly to the apparent wet feeling.
A warm, slippery sensation between your thighs—persistent, rhythmic, dragging you out of the heavy black of unconsciousness like a tide pulling at your ankles. Then sound filtered in next: soft, wet, obscene noises—slick glides, muffled suction, greedy moans that weren’t entirely yours. Your breathing hitched and your eyelids fluttered.
You blinked awake.
The room was dimmer now. Evening had deepened into proper night; the only light came from the low fire in the hearth and the single candle you’d left burning on the desk before… before everything, only your classroom no longer looked like a classroom. You were in your private quarters. Your robes, your blouse, your skirt—everything—had vanished. You were fully naked on your own bed, sheets twisted beneath you, wrists loosely bound above your head with what felt like your own torn tights, ankles free but thighs held wide by strong, familiar hands.
And between them—
Sunghoon.
With his shoulders wedged under your knees, head halfway resting on the inside of your thigh like it was the most comfortable pillow in the world. His dark hair was a mess—sweat-damp strands falling into his eyes, clinging to his forehead. His cheeks, his jaw, his chin—absolutely dripping. Slick coated him from nose to collarbone in glistening trails; it caught the candlelight and shimmered every time he moved. His lips were swollen, dark red, shiny with you. His tongue—almost dreamy now—traced slow, broad stripes up your slit, circling your clit without urgency, then dipping inside to collect more of the mess he’d already made.
He looked gone.
Eyes half-lidded, pupils blown so wide. Lashes fluttering every time he swallowed another mouthful of you. Soft moans vibrated against your folds, like he was praying into your cunt. His hands gripped the backs of your thighs hard enough to leave fingerprints, keeping you spread even though you were too boneless to close them anyway.
You registered the overstimulation last.
Your pussy was throbbing, swollen and absolutely hypersensitive. Every lazy lick felt like fire and honey at once; every gentle suck on your clit made your hips jerk weakly even though you had no strength left to arch. You’d come so many times while you were out—while he kept going, relentless—even when your body had simply shut down. Now every touch was too much. Too wet. Too hot. Too him.
A small, shattered sound escaped you—half sob, half moan.
His eyes flicked up.
Found yours.
Slow. Dangerous. Utterly pleased.
“Morning, love,” he murmured against your folds—voice wrecked, thick with hours of use. “Or evening.. Hard to tell.”
He sucked your clit almost tenderly, then released it with a wet pop.
“You passed out so pretty,” he continued, kissing the inside of your thigh where he’d already left a constellation of bite marks. “Couldn’t stop. Kept tasting you. Look at this mess—” He pulled back just enough to let you see: his chin dripping, your cunt puffy and glistening, slick smeared across his cheeks and down his neck. “You soaked me. Soaked the sheets. Soaked my face.”
You tried to speak. But only managed a trembling whimper.
He smiled adoringly and lowered his head again.
His mouth returned to your cunt with the same lazy hunger he’d had for hours. No frantic flicks. No punishing suction. He licked like he had all night—like he intended to spend the rest of his life between your thighs if you’d let him.
You couldn’t move.
The tights he’d used to bind your wrists were knotted tight around the iron headboard slats; every weak tug only made the fabric bite deeper into your skin, sending fresh sparks of pain racing down your arms. Your shoulders ached from being stretched overhead for so long; your fingers had gone numb at the tips. But even without the bindings, your body was too heavy to obey you. Your thighs quivered uselessly around his head; your hips gave tiny, involuntary twitches every time his tongue passed over your clit, but you couldn’t lift them, couldn’t close them, couldn’t do anything except lie there and take it.
His hands slid under your ass again—palms cupping, fingers digging in deep enough to bruise—and lifted your hips just enough to give himself better access. He groaned softly against your folds at the new angle, the vibration traveling straight through your oversensitive clit and making your whole body jolt.
“So sensitive..” he murmured, lips brushing your swollen lips as he spoke. “ No one else will ever know how to take you apart like I do..”
The overstimulation was excruciating. Tears slipped steadily down your temples now, mixing with the sweat already dampening your hairline.
He noticed, lifting his head just enough to watch your face, eyes dark with satisfaction. “Cry for me,” he whispered. “Let me see how much it hurts. How much you love the hurt..”
His voice was velvet dragged over broken glass, every word sank into you like teeth, sinking deeper.
You couldn’t answer.
Couldn’t form words.
Only cry out—high, fractured, animal sounds that tore from your raw throat every time his lips sealed around your clit again.
He hummed again—long, low, pleased—which in turn ripped another broken cry from you.
And that was it.
The final thread snapped.
Your body locked up—back bowing violently off the bed, walls fluttering helplessly around nothing—and then went utterly limp.
You fainted.
Again.
Sunghoon stilled.
For one heartbeat, his tongue paused against your folds. Then a slow, dangerous grin broke across his face.
He lifted his head just enough to look at you, taking in your slack, tear-streaked face. “Oh, sweetheart,” he breathed—voice thick with dark glee. “You went out on me again.” He laughed—soft, breathless, utterly delighted. “Sleep, sweet girl,” he murmured, kissing the inside of your thigh where he’d left fresh bite marks. “Sleep for me.”
He shifted carefully, easing your thighs wider still now that you couldn’t resist. “So loose now,” he whispered, almost to himself. “So soft inside. Took me so well…”
He slid two fingers inside you with no resistance at all. Your walls parted around him like silk; he curled them gently, stroking that oversensitive spot with feather-light touches that still made your unconscious body twitch and sigh. He watched—mesmerized—as your hips gave tiny, helpless jerks, as more slick welled up around his knuckles, coating his hand in a fresh, glistening sheen.
You moaned in your sleep—soft, sleepy, so sweet it made his chest ache.
A tiny, breathy sound that slipped past your slack lips and went straight to his cock, hard and leaking against his thigh.
He suddenly pulled his fingers free, watching the way your cunt clung to them, reluctant to let go, slick stretching in thin, glistening strands between his knuckles and your entrance before snapping.
“So greedy even when you’re asleep,” he whispered, voice cracking. “Still trying to keep me inside…” He shifted, guiding himself to your entrance. The head of his cock nudged against you and your body welcomed him instantly.
He slid in one long, slow glide.
Your walls—loose and slick—parted around him like they were made for this exact shape, this exact stretch. He sank deep—deeper—until his hips met yours and he was buried to the hilt again, the swollen head kissing your cervix while your pussy fluttered weakly around him, trying to pull him even further.
Sunghoon groaned—long, low, broken—forehead dropping to rest between your breasts.
He stayed like that for a moment—just feeling you. The slow, sleepy clench of your walls. The way your body sighed around him even in unconsciousness. The obscene, wet heat that coated him from base to tip.
Then he started to move.
Every thrust measured—pulling out almost to the tip before sliding back in with a slick glide that made the wet sounds echo softly in the quiet room. He fucked you like he was trying to imprint himself into every inch of your insides—long, rolling strokes that dragged his cock along every sensitive spot.
Your head lolled to the side, mouth open on another soft, sleepy moan.
So cute…
So perfect…
He kept the rhythm gentle but deep enough to bump your cervix every time, shallow enough not to wake you, just enough to keep you floating in that hazy space between sleep and pleasure.
“More…”
The word was slurred, sleepy, barely audible, but it hit him hard.
Your voice—thick with sleep, mumbled it again, hips twitching upward in tiny, helpless searches for more of him.
“More… please…”
Sunghoon’s eyes snapped shut.
He had to.
The sight of you was too much. Too perfect. Too dangerous.
He exhaled shakily through his nose, while he forced himself to keep the rhythm steady. Deep inhale. Slow exhale. Again. Again. Counting the beats of your heartbeat against his cheek until the urge to slam into you and chase his own release receded just enough to let him breathe.
Then—carefully—he lowered his mouth to your breast. He took the swollen nipple between his lips like it was something fragile.
You sighed—long, dreamy—chest arching up into his mouth without conscious thought, offering more even in sleep.
Sunghoon felt the shift in you instantly.
The tiny, unconscious roll of your hips.
The way your back arched just a fraction more.
The soft, needy lift of your chest like your body was begging without words.
Something in him cracked—just slightly.
His next suction wasn’t gentle.
He pulled your nipple deep into his mouth with sudden, bruising force—hollowing his cheeks, sucking so hard the tender bud stretched taut and throbbed against his tongue.
A fresh sob slipped free from you, body jerking in his lap like you’d been shocked.
For one dangerous heartbeat Sunghoon lost the leash.
His hips snapped forward—harder than before—driving his cock deep in one brutal thrust that made your lower belly bulge visibly again, the thick head battering your cervix while your walls clenched helplessly around him.
“Filthy little thing… Even passed out you’re trying to fuck yourself on my cock..”
But then—
You moaned his name.
Soft. Slurred. Barely audible.
“Sunghoon…”
One word and he fractured, eyes fluttering shut like the sound had punched through him.
“My sweet girl.. Still calling for me. Still needing me.”
That was really all it took to remind him why he’d burn the world down to keep you.
The next day arrived like a punishment wrapped in routine.
You stood at the front of your Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, spine straight, voice steady, pretending the night before had been a dream you could simply wake up from and discard.
You’d covered everything.
High-collared blouse buttoned to the throat. Long sleeves pinned at the wrists. A heavy black shawl draped over your shoulders despite the mild autumn warmth filtering through the high windows. Skirt long enough that it brushed your ankles.
Every visible inch of skin concealed the evidence Sunghoon had left.
You stayed behind your desk the entire lesson. Not because you wanted to loom over the students like some old-fashioned professor, but because your legs felt like they might give out if you walked more than three steps. The desk became your anchor—hands braced on its edge when you gestured, hip leaning against the wood when you turned to write on the blackboard. Every movement pulled at sore muscles, tender places, the lingering ache between your thighs where he’d been buried so deep for so long.
You spoke about Shield Charms and their variations against dark curses. Your eyes scanned the room with practiced authority. But inside you were screaming.
When you finally dismissed the class to begin their practical assignment, pairing off to practice, you lowered yourself into your chair with excruciating slowness.
A tiny, involuntary wince slipped past your lips as your bruised ass met the cushioned seat. You bit the inside of your cheek hard enough to taste copper, forced your expression neutral, and reached for the stack of third-year essays you’d barely touched yesterday.
He was gone when you woke up this morning.
You had come to slowly and found the bed empty beside you. No note. No trace. Just the lingering soreness between your legs.
You’d stared at the ceiling for a long minute. Then sighed—long, defeated.
Probably only came to fuck you and leave.
The thought tasted bitter, but it wasn’t new. So you’d dragged yourself out of bed, cleaned the evidence as best you could, and came to class pretending nothing had happened.
Now, halfway through grading the first essay, you felt it.
Something cool and smooth slithering up the inside of your calf.
The quill in your hand stilled mid-word.
Slowly you pushed your chair back just far enough to glance under the desk.
A black viper.
Sleek. Glossy. Thick-bodied. Its scales caught the candlelight in iridescent ripples. Navy-blue eyes—too intelligent, too knowing—locked straight onto yours.
Your breath caught.
Sunghoon.
He was an Animagus..
You knew it instantly. The way the snake held its head—tilted slightly, almost curious. The way those eyes watched you with the same hunger you’d seen last night.
You bit back the meanest insult you could think of.
Glanced up—quick scan of the room.
None of the students had noticed. They were too busy dueling in pairs, laughing when shields shattered, groaning when hexes hit home. Controlled chaos.
Perfect cover.
You looked back down.
The viper—Sunghoon—had already slithered higher.
Panic surged through you like ice water. Your heart slammed against your ribs so hard you were sure the nearest student would hear it. Your hand shot beneath the desk—instinct, desperation—fingers curling to grab him, to yank him out before anyone noticed, before he could—
He dodged. Smooth. Fluid. Almost playful.
The black-scaled body twisted sideways with impossible grace, evading your grasp like smoke, and before you could adjust your grip he surged forward, slithering straight up the inside of your thigh.
You clenched your fists on the desk so hard the wood creaked.
The cool, muscular length of him glided beneath your skirt—scales whispering against nylon—higher, higher—until the blunt head of the viper pressed right up against the crotch of your tights.
You bit back a gasp, teeth sinking into your bottom lip.
He nuzzled. Once. Twice. Pressure right over your clit through the thin fabric, the forked tongue flicking out in tiny, teasing darts that you could feel even through the layers.
Your thighs tensed—trying to close, trying to trap him, trying to stop this madness—but he was already moving.
Sharp little teeth caught the nylon.
A quick, precise rip—barely audible over the chatter and spell-fire in the room—and cool air kissed your suddenly bare cunt.
Then he slipped inside the tear.
The first contact of his scales against your heated folds made you squeak high, the sound swallowed instantly by the dueling students’ laughter and the crack of deflected hexes. His body was shockingly cold compared to your flushed skin: sleek, smooth muscle sliding against slick warmth, the contrast so sudden it made your inner thighs twitch and clamp reflexively around him.
You tried to stay still. You really did. But Sunghoon—ever attentive, even as a viper—moved with purpose.
He slithered forward, thick body gliding until his blunt head nudged directly against your clit.
Then he… cuddled.
Pressed the flat, cool top of his head right against the swollen bud and rubbed slow circles that dragged his smooth scales over the oversensitive nerves in a maddening friction. The pressure was perfect—firm enough to make your hips jerk forward, light enough to tease rather than overwhelm. His forked tongue flicked out once—quick, curious—tasting the fresh slick that had already begun to leak from you again, and the tiny, wet touch sent a full-body shiver racing up your spine.
And then his tail moved. Thick, muscular, sinuous—it coiled once around the inside of your thigh like an anchor before the tapered end found your entrance.
And sank in. Deep. Wide.
The stretch was strange, foreign, overwhelming: not like fingers, not like a cock, but something alive, something that moved inside you. Sending tiny sparks skittering up your spine that made your toes curl inside your shoes. He didn’t thrust like a man would; he rippled—slow, fluid undulations that pushed deeper with every wave of muscle, filling you inch by cool, thick inch until you felt impossibly stretched, impossibly full, the blunt pressure nudging against your g-spot with every lazy coil.
A moan slipped free, barely a breath.
“Sunghoon…” you whispered—barely audible, more breath than voice—praying no student turned at the sound of their professor murmuring a name that didn’t belong in a classroom.
He answered with a low, vibrating hiss against your clit—pleased, smug, content.
The head of the viper stayed nestled right against the swollen bud—nuzzling, rubbing, occasionally flicking that wicked little tongue in quick, feather-light darts that made your hips jerk forward despite every effort to stay still. Meanwhile his tail kept moving—slow, deep, exploratory—curling and uncurling inside you like it was mapping every inch of your walls, every sensitive spot, every place that made your breath hitch and your thighs tremble.
When he found that perfect angle, tail tip pressing firmly against the spot just behind your pubic bone—he stayed there.
Your breathing turned shallow, each exhale a trembling whine you tried to disguise as thoughtful hums while pretending to read the next essay. Your free hand dropped beneath the desk—fingers hovering, shaking—half wanting to push him away, half wanting to hold him there.
You did neither.
You just sat—frozen, thighs quivering, cunt clenching helplessly around the living intrusion.
Each individual scale was a point of friction: smooth enough to glide, textured enough to drag, and the way they rippled against your g-spot felt like hundreds of tiny fingers massaging you from the inside at once.
You clenched involuntarily—hard—and he answered with a pleased, vibrating hiss directly against your clit.
The sound traveled straight through your core.
You choked on a moan—turned it into a cough at the last second—and one student glanced over briefly before returning to their duel.
You were growing slicker by the second, fresh arousal leaking out around the black scales, coating them until every movement made an obscene sound you were terrified someone would hear. The wetness eased his exploration, let him push deeper, let the tail wiggle in ways that made your vision blur: curling upward to stroke that perfect spot again and again, then flattening to press outward against your walls, stretching you in slow, pulsing waves that mimicked the rhythm of a heartbeat.
It hurt.
It felt good.
It hurt because it felt good.
You tried to focus on the students. Tried to pretend you were still their professor.
The practical portion of class dragged on—pairs practicing, laughter and spell-fire filling the room—but every second felt like torture wrapped in velvet. Your thighs trembled beneath the desk; your breathing stayed shallow, controlled only by sheer force of will. When a fourth-year asked a question about wand movement you answered—voice only cracking once—and prayed no one noticed the way your knuckles whitened on the desk edge.
Finally after some time the practical ended.
“Sit down and begin your written analysis,” you managed, voice steady enough to pass for calm. “Ten minutes on shield charm theory and counter-curse applications. Quietly.”
Chairs scraped. Quills scratched. The room settled into the low hum of focused work.
You made it through the rest of the lesson.
Barely.
When the bell finally rang and students began packing up, you stayed seated until the last straggler had filed out and the door clicked shut behind them.
Only then did you allow yourself to slump forward, forehead pressed to folded arms on the desk, breathing in short, shuddering gasps.
But there was no reprieve.
The next class—sixth-year Slytherins—was due in less than five minutes. And they had a test. Which meant you had to stand at the front of the room. Supervise. Watch for cheating. Be present.
You sat upright—wincing as the motion shifted the thick tail inside you—and smoothed your skirt down with shaking hands. The fabric clung uncomfortably to damp thighs; you could feel the slick still leaking out around Sunghoon’s body with every step.
The students trickled in.
You forced your voice to remain level as you greeted them, handed out parchment, and reminded them of the rules. Every syllable felt like a performance. Your legs shook beneath the desk as you stood—back straight, chin up—pretending the black viper coiled inside your cunt wasn’t currently exploring deeper.
Sunghoon didn’t seem to mind the audience at all. No, that bloody goblin changed his position while you stood at the front watching Slytherins settle into their seats.
His thick tail stayed buried deep inside you but the rest of his long, powerful body began to rearrange itself with terrifying efficiency.
First came the loop around your waist—once, twice—tight enough that your next breath got caught in your throat. The cool scales pressed against your blouse, hidden beneath the heavy fabric, squeezing in pulses that forced your diaphragm to work harder for every inhale, your ribs compressed slightly; your stomach sucked in on instinct.
Then he moved higher.
One more coil around your stomach—lower this time, just above your navel—constricting firmly, like he was trying to imprint the shape of himself onto your organs. The pressure pushed against the faint bulge of him inside you, making you feel the fullness even more acutely. Then the sleek black length continued upward—dragging the undersides of your breasts, then right in the center of your cleavage.
And then—
The final coil.
Around your neck.
He wound once—tight—hidden beneath the high collar of your blouse and the thick wool scarf you’d wrapped around it to conceal the hickeys and bruises. The pressure was immediate. Your pulse hammered against the cool scales; he could feel it—he must have felt it—because he tightened fractionally in response, a slow squeeze that made your vision spot black for half a second.
Fuck.
He was everywhere.
His head came to rest just beneath your ear, blunt snout pressed to the sensitive skin there, forked tongue flicking out once to taste the salt of your sweat.
You heard him hiss—soft, low, almost like an evil little laugh.
“Bastard… get the hell—”
He tightened.
Around your throat. Around your waist. Around your stomach. The sudden constriction made stars explode behind your eyes. Air became thin, precious, expensive. Your vision tunneled; your knees threatened to buckle.
You got through the full test time.
Somehow.
The Slytherins bent over their parchments—quills scratching, occasional sighs of frustration, the soft rustle of turning pages—while you stood at the front like a statue carved from willpower and desperation. Your voice had steadied enough to call out the standard warnings: “Eyes on your own work. No talking. No wand movements unless checking the time with a charm.” The words came out almost bored, the way you’d practiced in the mirror a thousand times before real lessons. No one looked twice.
You caught two cheaters early.
First was a boy near the window—sixth-year, dark hair, perpetually smug—trying to sneak a glance at his neighbor’s parchment. You called his name sharply; he startled, flushed, and snapped his eyes back to his own work. Your voice didn’t waver, but the effort cost you—Sunghoon chose that exact moment to ripple his tail deeper inside, curling it against your g-spot. Your knees nearly buckled; you gripped the edge of your desk until your knuckles bleached white, turning the involuntary whimper into a throat-clearing cough.
The second was subtler—a girl passing a folded note under the desk. You spotted the movement from the corner of your eye, strode over (each step a torment as his body shifted with you), and confiscated it without comment. She paled; you returned to the front, parchment crumpled in your fist.
Every stride made him move. The tail inside you thrust lazily—shallow, rolling waves that dragged scales along every oversensitive inch.
A student looked up curiously.
You forced a tight smile. “Focus, please.”
The moment their eyes dropped, you hissed under your breath—barely audible—“Get—out—”
He punished you instantly.
The coil around your throat clamped down like a vice—cutting air to a thin whistle. The bands around your waist and stomach squeezed in unison—ribs compressing, belly sucked in until the pressure on your full cunt became unbearable. His tail stilled for one heartbeat—then curled viciously against that spot until your vision whited out.
You stumbled—caught yourself on the desk—papers fluttering. A tiny, choked sound escaped before you swallowed it.
Your free hand slipped behind you—beneath the shawl, beneath the blouse—fingers finding the thick coil around your waist. You dug your nails in hard—trying to pry, trying to hurt, trying to make him stop.
He didn’t.
He only tightened further.
You bit your lip, forced yourself upright to scan the room again.
No one had noticed. They were too busy scratching answers, frowning at questions, chewing nails in concentration.
Every time your mind tried to surface—tried to plan how to get him off, how to end this before someone looked too closely—he tightened again. Squeezing until thought melted away.
The end of class came like a distant mercy you barely registered.
You stood frozen at the front, hands braced on the podium like it was the only thing keeping you upright—as the Slytherins gathered their things. Quills tucked away. Parchments rolled. Chairs scraping back in a symphony you barely heard. A few glanced at you curiously—your cheeks too flushed, your breathing too shallow—but no one lingered. No one questioned. They filed out in twos and threes, chatting about the test's difficulty, oblivious to the black viper coiled so intimately around and inside their professor.
When the last student crossed the threshold—door swinging shut with a soft, final thud—you let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding.
Then waved your wand.
A lazy flick and the test papers floated up from the desks in a neat stack, drifting onto your own like fallen leaves. The movement cost you; your arm trembled, wand nearly slipping.
The room was empty.
Silent.
You collapsed.
Knees giving out like strings cut—hitting the cold stone floor with a thud that echoed too loudly in the quiet. You caught yourself on the desk edge—palms slapping wood, nails scraping for purchase—gasping, moaning out his name in a voice that didn’t sound like yours anymore.
“Sunghoon—please—”
The words tore free, broken by sobs you couldn’t hold back. Your mind was melting, thoughts fragmented: he’s inside me, around me. No logic. No resistance. Just surrender. Just the exquisite agony of being filled and squeezed and claimed in ways no human body should be able to endure, let alone crave.
And your broken plea was all it took.
Sunghoon`s tail—still buried deep inside your cunt—began to thrust.
Hard.
Fast.
Slick sounds filled the empty classroom—wet squelches blending with your broken moans, overpowering his triumphant hisses. Each thrust stretched you wider, filled you deeper, the alive intrusion writhing inside like it was alive with intent: exploring every fold, pressing every nerve, corrupting every inch of you from the inside out. The tail curled at the tip on every upward stroke—hooking against that spot until your hips jerked helplessly—then straightened on the withdrawal, dragging out with a slick pop only to slam back in.
More, tighter, deeper, hurt me, break me.
No shame. No control.
You moaned—loud, wrecked—knees spreading wider on the floor, hips grinding back against the intrusion even as tears streamed down your face.
Sunghoon didn’t let you have it.
The moment your walls began to flutter—tightening in that telltale, helpless rhythm that signaled the edge—he stopped.
The thick tail inside you stilled—frozen mid-thrust, curled firmly against your g-spot but no longer moving.
You cried out, the sound ricocheting off stone walls. “No—no—please—”
Your hips jerked forward—searching, grinding, trying to force friction from the unmoving length inside you—but he only constricted tighter around your waist, pinning you in place, making every tiny movement feel like fighting steel bands.
“Sunghoon—please—don’t stop—please—”
You were begging. Voice cracking on every syllable, hands scrabbling beneath your blouse to find the coils around your waist, nails digging into cool scales in helpless desperation. You clutched at him—holding on like he was the only solid thing left in the world—trying to pull him deeper, trying to make him move, trying to chase the orgasm he’d just yanked away.
He hissed again—mocking, delighted.
“Please—Sunghoon—need it… need you… don’t—don’t do this…” Every word was punctuated by a helpless roll of your hips—grinding down like you could force him to continue through sheer desperation.
And then—finally—he moved.
He surged, pulling out then thrust forward in one satisfying stroke, bottoming out so fast your lower belly bulged visibly again beneath the tight coils around your waist. The sudden stretch ripped a choked scream from your throat, immediately muffled by the iron grip around your neck.
You were close—dangerously close—pleasure coiling tighter and tighter with every brutal stroke, every punishing squeeze, every hissed vibration against your ear.
He felt it.
The moment your walls began to flutter again—tightening in that helpless, telltale rhythm—he tightened everything at once.
Your scream was choked off before it could form—mouth falling open in a silent, wide O, only small choking sounds escaping as your eyes rolled back so hard you saw nothing but white as the orgasm ripped through you like a curse finally unleashed.
Walls clamping down around the writhing length inside you,, gushing slick in messy waves that soaked his scales, dripped down your thighs, and pooled on the stone floor.
Then—suddenly—he released.
The coils around your throat loosened first—air rushing back in a dizzying flood that made you gasp and cough. The bands around your waist and stomach unwound next—slowly, almost reluctantly. Your ribs expanded gratefully; your belly softened, the pressure on the faint bulge easing until you could breathe without fighting.
His tail slipped out last.
He withdrew in one long glide—thick length dragging along every oversensitive inch on the way out. The wet sucking sound echoed in the empty classroom as your walls clung desperately, trying to keep him inside even as he pulled free. You whined at the sudden emptiness, hips jerking forward instinctively like your body still needed to be filled.
He slithered out from under your skirt, black scales glistening wetly with your release, every inch of him shining in the low light. Only when the last tapered tip slipped free did you really see him.
Long.
Thick.
Black as midnight.
Coiled on the stone floor in front of you—easily six feet of sleek, powerful muscle. Navy-blue eyes lifted to meet yours and you felt your breath catch again.
He was beautiful.
You sighed, eyes fluttering closed as you leaned your head back against the desk leg.
“Bastard snake… absolute menace…” The words came out slurred, breathless, half-hearted. You didn’t even mean them anymore. Not really.
Then you heard it.
Low laughter. Human laughter.
Your eyes snapped open.
Sunghoon stood in front of you now.
Shirtless.
Sweat glistened on his bare chest, catching candlelight along the sharp lines of his collarbones, the defined ridges of his abdomen, the faint scars that hadn’t been there in school.
And on his left forearm—
The Dark Mark.
Black against pale skin—skull and serpent twisting in permanent ink.
The sight of it hit like ice cold water.
He stepped closer. One stride. Two.
Then he reached down, strong hands closing around your upper arms and pulled you up from your knees in one effortless motion. Your legs shook and you stumbled forward into his chest.
He caught you, his arms banding around your waist before he spun you around, hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise as he shoved your skirt down your thighs in one impatient yank. The ruined fabric caught briefly on your knees before pooling at your ankles; he kicked your legs wider, bent you over the desk with a hand between your shoulder blades, and forced your chest flat. Your palms slapped wood—breath punching out in a startled gasp.
Then he buried himself to the hilt in your dripping cunt.
You shouted surprised, the sound fracturing into a whine as he immediately started fucking you hard.
His hips snapped forward again and again, each thrust slamming you into the desk until the heavy wood creaked and rocked beneath you. Your toes barely touched the ground; every stroke lifted you up, bouncing you forward only for him to yank you back onto his cock by the grip on your hip.
One hand stayed clamped on your hip—fingers digging in so deep you’d wear the shape of them for days—while the other fisted your hair, yanking your head back sharply until your spine arched and your throat exposed.
“Sunghoon! Too much—please—”
“Too much?” he growled, hips slamming forward harder, making the desk jolt. “You begged for this, remember? Now take it. Take every fucking inch like you deserve.” He yanked your hair tighter—scalp burning—pulling your head back until your neck strained and tears spilled fresh down your cheeks.
“Such a filthy professor—letting a Death eater fuck you stupid while your students’ papers are still warm under your tits. You love being used like this, don’t you?”
You whined helplessly, voice cracking on every moan.
“Sunghoon—please—need… need—”
He groaned and gave you exactly what you begged for.
The thrusts turned fast, each one slamming you forward until your hips bruised against the desk edge.
You were loud.
Too loud.
Broken moans and high cries spilled out with every stroke, echoing off stone walls like a confession.
He noticed.
One hand left your hip and clamped over your mouth, palm sealing your lips, fingers digging into your cheeks to muffle the next sob before it could escape.
He then draped over your back. Chest to spine. Weight pinning you down. Hot breath against your neck.
His hips never slowed—still pounding into you with punishing depth—but now every thrust rocked you both forward.
His other hand came down to your clit, fingers clamping down until the swollen bud throbbed. Your muffled scream trapped, swallowed whole by the rough seal of his hand. Tears streamed faster, sliding down your cheeks in thick tracks that soaked into his skin and dripped onto the scattered parchment beneath you.
Thrust. Pinch. Squeeze. Release.
Thrust. Pinch. Squeeze. Release.
Your body searched for more without your permission. Hips rolling back to meet every slam, trying to take him deeper even as your thighs shook and your toes curled uselessly against the cold stone. Your cunt fluttered and clenched around him in helpless spasms, walls sucking at his length like they were trying to pull him in permanently, to keep him buried forever.
You weren’t in control anymore.
You hadn’t been for a long time.
Every involuntary twitch, every greedy roll of your hips, every flutter of your walls betrayed you—told him exactly how much you needed this, how much you craved it, the pain, the possession. Your body craved him even as he tore you apart.
And that knowledge—that your own flesh was begging for him—only made Sunghoon more aggressive.
His hand clamped tighter over your face, palm sealed like iron, fingers digging into your cheeks, thumb pressing cruelly against your nostril while his pinky hooked under your jaw to force your head back further. You could only get the thinnest threads of oxygen, panicked little sips that made your head swim and your vision spot black.
Without even realising it you came hard.
Your eyes rolled up completely—only whites visible behind fluttering lids—as your mouth stretched wide in a mute scream against his palm. Your walls clamped down so tightly around his cock it was almost painful for him. Your legs—already lifted and trembling in the air—shook uncontrollably, toes curling, thighs quivering like they were trying to snap closed but couldn’t because his hips kept you spread and pinned.
His hand left your clit, and slid up to join the first.
Both hands now on your face. One clamped over your mouth and nose, while the other covered your eyes—palm pressing your eyelids shut, fingers splaying across your forehead and into your hair.
Your arms—previously just weakly supporting your weight on the desk—collapsed. They gave out in one trembling instant, elbows buckling, forearms sliding forward across the desk until your chest and cheek met wood with a soft, defeated thud. Your body simply surrendered, front half draped over the desk like an offering left for slaughter.
Sunghoon caught your head before it could slump completely.
His hand—the one that had been blinding you—slid to cradle the back of your skull, fingers threading into sweat-damp hair with surprising gentleness. He lifted just enough to keep your face tilted upward, cheek no longer pressed to parchment but hovering a fraction above it. Your neck strained at the awkward angle, throat exposed, pulse hammering. He held you there like a collector displaying something priceless.
His mouth found your ear. Hot breath ghosting over the shell. Low voice pouring in like slow poison sweetened with honey.
“Good girl,” he whispered, so soft it almost sounded like love. “That’s it. Let go. You don’t need to hold yourself up anymore. I’ve got you.”
The words sank deep—slipping past every cracked defense you’d tried to rebuild over the years. It was the same tone he used to use in empty corridors when you were still students: calm, coaxing. The same velvet murmur that once convinced you to sneak out after curfew, to let him mark your throat, to believe forever was something he could give you.
“My perfect thing,” he continued, lips brushing the sensitive skin behind your ear with every word. “So strong for so long—carrying all that pain, all that anger, all that love you tried to bury. And now look—bent over your own desk, crying because it feels too good to stop. You were always meant to end up right here. Owned by me..”
His hips rolled, grinding the head of his cock against your cervix in lazy circles that made your walls flutter weakly around him.
“You don’t have to think. You don’t have to be the perfect professor, the perfect Auror, the perfect anything. Just be mine. Just let me keep you. That’s all you’re good for now, isn’t it? Only I can put you back together.”
Your breathing hitched, each trembling inhale catching on a soft sound.
Eventually his thrusts grew rougher.
What had started as possessive rolls—each one grinding deep, claiming every inch like he was rewriting your body’s memory—shifted into something harder. Hungrier. Less controlled. His hips snapped forward with increasing force, the wet slap of skin on skin growing louder again.
Your body now answered him on instinct—hips rocking back to meet every brutal slam even as tears poured down your cheeks.
With one last brutal thrust, he buried himself so deep you felt him in your throat as he emptied inside you. Hot, thick spurts flooded your cunt, filling you until it leaked out around his cock in messy, dripping waves that ran down your thighs and puddled on the floor.
When he finally finished he pulled back.
His cock slipped free with a wet, obscene sound—your used hole gaping slightly, clenching on nothing as thick ropes of his cum dripped out in slow, glistening strands.
You thought he was done.
You were wrong.
He walked around the desk—boots clicking on stone—until he stood in front of you, reaching down, his fingers tangled in your hair, yanking your head up from the desk with a sharp tug that made your scalp burn and your neck strain.
Your mouth fell open in a dazed gasp and he didn’t hesitate to push his cock past your lips in one smooth thrust.
You choked, eyes widening as the thick head hit the back of your throat. Your hands flew to his thighs—gripping hard, nails digging into muscle—trying to push, trying to breathe.
He didn’t let you.
He set a rhythm, fucking your mouth with the same brutality he’d used on your cunt, hitting the back of your throat with every stroke until your gag reflex kicked in.
You looked up at him—eyes wide, glassy, pleading—while he stared down with a crazy glint.
“Let it all go… The anger. The years. The walls you built. Let them crumble. You’re safe here. You’re wanted here. You’re mine here.”
Sunghoon made sure to let you feel every thick inch sliding over your tongue, bumping the back of your throat as your gag reflex fluttered and tears welled fresh. Hips rolling forward until your nose pressed against the coarse hair at his base and your throat convulsed around him in helpless spasms.
Saliva poured, dripping from the corners of your stretched lips, running in thick strands down your chin. Every time he pulled back the slick strings stretched between your mouth and his cock before snapping; every time he thrust forward again you choked.
He pulled back suddenly—cock slipping free with a wet pop—leaving you gasping, mouth open, tongue lolling slightly as strings of saliva connected your lips to his glistening tip.
He yanked your head back until your eyes—glassy, red-rimmed—met his.
He lifted his left arm, showcasing the Dark Mark for you. He held it right in front of your face, close enough that you could almost taste the dark power radiating from it.
“Scared?” he murmured, voice taunting, thumb brushing the edge of the brand almost lovingly. “You should be. One word from me—one single word—and he’d come. Right here. Right now. Because I’m one of his most trusted. His right hand. His favorite blade.” He tilted his head—watching your eyes widen, watching fresh tears spill as the reality of it sank in. “He’d walk through these walls like they were nothing. See you bent over your own desk and he’d laugh. He’d laugh because the great Auror-turned-professor who used to hunt his followers is nothing but my broken little toy now.”
Your breath hitched—shallow, panicked—chest heaving.
“Say it scares you. Say the thought of him walking in right now—seeing you like this—makes you terrified….”
You whined in fear, helpless as tears streamed faster.
He smiled cruelly and shoved his cock back into your mouth. Fucking your throat with renewed savagery while his branded arm stayed raised—taunting you with the symbol of everything he’d become, everything he could summon with a single breath.
“Choke on it,” he snarled. “Choke on the cock of a Death Eater while you think about how easily I could end you.”
The rhythm grew erratic—thrusts losing precision, becoming shorter, harder, chasing release. His breathing turned harsh—panting—while the hand in your hair yanked tighter, forcing your head still so he could fuck your throat exactly how he wanted.
Your vision spotted black—air thin, lungs burning—but your body still answered: throat relaxing on instinct, tongue pressing flat against the underside of his shaft, trying to please even as you choked around him.
He came with a broken groan—deep, guttural—hips jerking forward one last time as the first hot, thick spurt flooded your mouth, salty and bitter, filling your cheeks until you had no choice but to swallow convulsively around him. He moaned loudly, hips stuttering through pulse after pulse, pumping half his release straight down your throat while you gagged and choked, tears pouring faster, saliva and cum bubbling at the corners of your lips.
Then he pulled out.
You coughed, mouth open, as you dry heaved and gasped as the rest of his cum painted your face, one landing on your upper lip, another arcing over the bridge of your nose, a third dripping slowly down your cheekbone to trace the curve of your jaw before falling in a slow droplet down.
Sunghoon stayed like that for one long heartbeat—cock still in hand, chest heaving, eyes half-lidded with satisfaction. Then he exhaled and crouched down in front of you. He balanced on the balls of his feet, forearms resting loosely on his thighs, bringing his face level with yours. Close enough that you could see the faint tremor in his lashes, the way his pupils still hadn’t shrunk back to normal, the way his lips curved into that dangerous smirk you used to dream about.
“I have to leave now,” he said quietly.
Your body reacted before your mind could catch up.
You searched for him—without even realizing it.
One trembling hand lifted—fingers curling in the air between you like you could physically hold him there. Your voice cracked on the first syllable, raw and hoarse from everything.
“No…” It came out small. Broken. Desperate. “Don’t leave.” The plea hung between you—naked, humiliating, impossible to take back.
The glint in his eyes flared brighter—pupils dilating again like he’d just been handed the most delicious secret in the world. “Oh, love,” he murmured, reaching out and brushing the pad of his thumb across your cum-streaked cheek, smearing it further instead of wiping it away.
“Still begging me to stay? After everything?” His thumb dragged lower—tracing the swollen curve of your bottom lip, pushing just enough to part it again. “So needy,” he hummed, eyes glittering with manic delight.
“I’ll be back,” he said—voice dropping to something almost gentle. “I have to go for now. Things to do. Orders to follow. But I’ll be back, love.” He leaned in—forehead resting briefly against yours, breath mingling with yours in the small space between you.
He kissed you once—soft this time, almost chaste—lips brushing yours in a ghost of tenderness.
Then he stood.
Took one step back.
And Apparated.
Crack.
You stayed there—kneeling, trembling, face still painted with his release—staring at the empty space where he’d been.
And whispered—barely audible, voice cracked and small—
“Come back…”
Because despite everything—
You still wanted him to.
You didn’t hear from Sunghoon for quite some time.
Weeks bled into months. The castle kept turning—seasons shifting outside the high windows, students cycling through exams and holidays, the Great Hall filling and emptying with the same predictable routine it had held for centuries. You taught your classes with the same measured calm you’d cultivated since taking the post. You graded essays late into the night in your tower office, quill scratching steadily while the fire crackled and Erebus sprawled across the hearthrug like nothing had ever been wrong.
You pretended it didn’t affect you.
You were good at pretending now.
You smiled at McGonagall when she asked if you were sleeping enough. You laughed—light, practiced—at Flitwick’s jokes in the staff room. You answered letters from old Auror colleagues with polite, clipped updates: The students are progressing well. The castle is quiet. You wore high collars and long sleeves even in summer, let the black serpent ring sit cool and silent on your finger, and told yourself repeatedly that the absence was a gift.
Yeah. That dirty Death Eater could rot in whatever dungeon he was lurking in. Probably casting Cruciatus on some poor soul right now. Probably kneeling at Voldemort’s feet, sleeve rolled back, Dark Mark on show while the Dark Lord hissed orders.
The thought sent goosebumps racing down your spine every single time.
You hated it.
Hated how vivid the image still was: Sunghoon—the boy you once loved now on the other side, wand raised, green light flaring at the tip without hesitation. A student. A Muggle-born. An Auror who got too close. He wouldn’t flinch. Wouldn’t hesitate. The sweet boy who used to leave notes in the margins of your textbooks, who once spent an entire night teaching you a complicated shielding variation until you got it right—he was gone. Replaced by someone who could torture or kill on command and sleep soundly afterward.
The anxiety spiked without warning.
In the middle of a lesson—mid-sentence—your heart would suddenly lurch, pulse hammering against the base of your throat as though the Dark Mark itself had just flared somewhere nearby. You’d pause, chalk hovering an inch from the blackboard, and force a tight smile when a student asked if you were all right.
“Fine,” you’d say. “Just remembered something.”
You’d turn back to the board and keep writing, hand steady, voice level, while your mind screamed: He’s close enough to him. He could be standing in the same room as Voldemort right now. Breathing the same air. Taking orders. Planning raids. Planning murders.
You told yourself it shouldn’t matter.
He’d chosen.
He’d come back sure, but then vanished again without a backward glance.
So let him rot. Let him kneel. Let him kill.
It wasn’t your problem anymore.
You had classes to teach. Essays to grade. A cat to feed. A life to live that no longer included Sunghoon.
You were fine. Most days you almost believed it….
You knew you had to report it.
Every rational part of you screamed it—loud, insistent, Auror-trained. The moment you’d seen the Dark Mark on his arm, the protocol had flashed through your mind like a memorized oath: Immediate report to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Full description. Last known location. Suspected Animagus form. Threat level: extreme.
You should have gone straight to the Headmaster’s office that very night. Or sent an owl to the Ministry. Or at least write the report yourself.
You should have. But something in you didn’t allow it.
Not when the memory of his mouth on your throat still burned hotter than righteous fury. Not when the serpent ring on your finger pulsed faintly every time you thought his name—like it was still listening, still waiting, still bound to him in ways you couldn’t sever. Not when the thought of him made your chest ache with something too complicated to name as hate.
So you waited.
You told yourself it was strategy. Gathering evidence. Watching for patterns. You told yourself you were protecting the students by keeping him close enough to monitor. Lies, all of them. The truth was simpler and uglier: some part of you still wanted him to come back.
And he did.
One winter night—snow falling thick and silent outside the castle windows—you pushed open your classroom door after curfew, intending to retrieve a forgotten stack of fourth-year essays.
Only to find Sunghoon there.
Leaning casually against your desk, one hip braced on the edge, long black robes pooling around his boots like spilled ink. In his hand: one of your students’ parchments, held up as though he were grading it himself.
The moment you stepped in he looked up.
“This one,” he said, voice amused as he tapped the parchment with one long finger, “is failing spectacularly. Can barely string a coherent sentence together. Clearly a mudblood. Talent like this doesn’t come from good breeding.”
The word landed like a slap—casual, cutting, exactly the way he used to speak when he sat with those scummy Slytherins raised with the mind of Salazar Slytherin.
You scowled, already crossing the room with purposeful strides.
“Shut up.” You pulled your wand as you closed the distance, the tip rising until it hovered an inch from his throat.
“Easy, Professor,” he murmured, smirk widening. “I come in peace.”
You didn’t lower the wand.
He leaned forward anyway, until the tip pressed lightly against the hollow of his throat.
“Do it.” The words came out almost coaxing. Like he was daring a child to jump into deep water. “You’ve got the spell,” he continued, eyes locked on yours. “One word. One flick. Stupefy. Incarcerous. Expelliarmus. Or something nastier—something that would really hurt. You could send me straight to Azkaban. Watch them drag me away in chains. Be the hero everyone already thinks you are.” He tilted his head—just enough that the wand tip slid along the side of his throat, tracing the faint scar there like a lover’s caress. “They’d give you a medal,” he went on, smirk curling sharper. “Order of Merlin, Second Class at least. Maybe even First if you play the tragic card right—tell them how I broke your heart, how I used you, how you still loved me anyway and that’s why it took you so long to turn me in. They’d eat it up. The Ministry loves a redemption story with a body count.”
Your fist clenched tighter around the wand—knuckles bleaching white. The tremor was small, contained, but he saw it. His gaze flicked down for half a heartbeat, then back up, and the smirk turned into something almost gleeful.
“Shaking already?” he teased, voice dropping to that velvet register that used to make you melt in empty corridors. “Not from fear, though…No. You’re scared of what happens if you don’t pull the trigger. Scared of what happens if you do.”
He reached up until his fingers brushed the back of your wand hand, thumb stroking once along your knuckles. “One word and I’m shackled. Dementors waiting. No more midnight visits… No more me...” His eyes searched yours. “But you won’t do it.. Wanna know why? Because deep down you know what happens when I’m gone. You go back to being the perfect professor. The perfect Auror who walked away. The perfect woman who survived me. And every night you’ll lie in bed, wondering why it still feels empty without me.”
Then—without breaking eye contact—he reached into his sleeve.
And pulled out his own wand. Black ebony. Sleek. Deadly.
He brought it up until the tip rested feather-light against the hollow of your throat, right where your pulse hammered hardest.
“Now we’re even,” he murmured.
The air between you turned electric—two wands, two throats, two heartbeats slamming in dangerous sync.
“Say the word,” he whispered. “End it. Or…”
The spell came before you could think.
“Depulso!”
A burst of raw force exploded from your wand tip—unfocused, emotional, more instinct than incantation. It slammed into his chest like an invisible fist. Sunghoon flew backward—boots skidding across stone—crashing into the opposite wall hard, then slid down a foot before catching himself, one hand braced on stone, the other still loosely holding his wand.
And laughed. Bright and unhinged—the same delighted sound he used to make when you finally beat him at chess after three hours of silent warfare.
“Damn,” he gasped, rubbing his chest with a grin that showed too many teeth. “There she is.” He pushed off the wall—graceful even when winded—and flicked his wand in a casual arc.
“Expulso!”
You threw yourself sideways; the spell struck the desk instead, splintering wood in a violent spray of shards and ink. You rolled, came up firing.
“Stupefy!”
Red light streaked across the room. He twisted—almost lazily—and deflected it with a casual “Protego.” The spell ricocheted into the ceiling, showering dust and stone chips.
“You hate me,” he called over the crack of magic, voice bright with manic joy. “Say it louder! Let it out!”
“I hate you!” you screamed—voice raw, echoing off stone. “I fucking hate you!”
“More,” he laughed, dodging another Stunner and firing back a jet of purple flame that you barely shielded against. “Tell me how much!”
“Stupefy! Incarcerous!”
Ropes shot from your wand. He sliced them mid-air with a flick—“Diffindo”—then Apparated—crack—reappearing behind you.
You spun—fast—wand already rising.
“Petrificus Totalus!”
He blocked it—wand sparking—and closed the distance in two strides.
“Levicorpus!”
You felt the tug at your ankle, then your body flipped upside down, skirt falling toward your head, wand slipping from shocked fingers. He caught it mid-air with his free hand, twirling it once like a trophy.
You hung suspended—blood rushing to your head, hair cascading downward, heart slamming against your ribs.
He stepped closer, throwing your wand on the ground as he tilted his head to look at you dangling there.
“Still hate me?” he asked softly.
“Yes.” You spat at him.
“Good.”
He flicked his wand.
“Liberacorpus.”
You dropped, crashing onto the stone floor with a grunt. Pain flared through your shoulder, your hip, your knees. You rolled and grabbed your wand from the floor from where he had thrown it.
“Reducto!” The blasting curse exploded against the wall where he’d stood a second earlier. Stone shattered; dust billowed.
He laughed again—bright, breathless—and Apparated behind you.
You spun—wand raised—but he was faster.
His arm locked around your waist from behind—pulling you back against his chest—while his other hand caught your wand wrist, twisting until you dropped it with a hiss of pain.
You thrashed—elbows, heels, nails—fighting like you were drowning and he was the water.
He took it all.
Let you claw at his arms, let you kick backward, let you scream every hateful word you’d swallowed for years.
“Fuck you—fuck you—I hate you—I hate you—”
He only tightened his hold—chest heaving against your back, breath hot against your ear.
“More,” he growled. “Get it out. All of it.”
You twisted—hard—managed to turn in his grip—and slapped him.
Full force. Across the face.
His head snapped to the side.
A red mark bloomed instantly on his cheek.
He laughed then caught your wrist before you could strike again.
You slapped him with the other hand. Harder.
He caught that one too.
Now both your wrists were pinned between you while you glared up at him, chest heaving.
He looked down at you—cheek red, eyes glittering with something manic and tender all at once.
“What now?” he asked softly. “Going to send me to Azkaban? Let them kiss me with Dementors while you go back to pretending you’re whole?”
Your chest heaved—once, twice—then something inside you finally shattered.
Tears burst free, spilling down your cheeks. “I hate you,” you spat—voice cracking with fury and something darker, something that clawed its way up from the deepest part of you. “I hate you. I hate what you became. I hate that you came back. I hate that I still—”
The sentence fractured—unfinished, unfinishable—because saying it out loud would make it real, would make the love you still carried for him something monstrous and undeniable.
“More,” he growled, low and urgent, eyes blazing. “Get it out! Scream it! Hit me! Curse me! Hate me until you can’t anymore! I want every fucking drop of it!”
You twisted—wild, feral—knees coming up hard toward his groin in a vicious strike meant to cripple.
He barely managed to block it, grunting as your knee grazed his inner thigh instead of landing true. The impact jarred through both of you; his grip on your wrists slipped for half a second.
That was all it took.
You wrenched free, shoved at his chest, trying to get leverage, trying to hurt him the way he’d hurt you for years. He laughed as you fought, nails catching his cheek this time, leaving a fresh scratch under his eye.
“Come on, honey,” he panted—eyes blazing, blood trickling from his nose where your elbow had clipped him earlier, smile manic. “Is that all you can do? Give me everything. Hate me harder. Fight me harder!”
You lunged.
No thought. No plan. Just raw, animal fury.
Your fist connected with his jaw. His head snapped sideways.
You didn’t stop. You hit him again across the same cheek, then the other, back and forth like you were trying to erase him with every strike.
He took it every slap. Every scratch. Every sobbed accusation. He didn’t block. Didn’t retaliate. Just let you pour it out, while his hands stayed loose at his sides.
“More,” he rasped, voice thick with something that sounded almost like pride. “Keep going.”
You screamed furious—and shoved again.
This time he let you.
He stepped back—just enough—and your momentum carried you forward. Your legs gave out beneath you—exhaustion, grief, rage finally winning—and you slid down to your knees in front of him.
The stone was cold.
Your palms slapped against it, trying to hold yourself up, but your arms shook too hard. You collapsed forward—forehead almost touching the floor—sobbing now, great heaving sobs that tore out of your chest like something alive.
He crouched slowly in front of you.
One knee hitting stone. Then the other.
He reached out, fingers sliding under your chin, tilting your face up.
You tried to jerk away.
He didn’t let you.
His face was a mess: lip split, nose bleeding, cheek red and swelling, fresh scratches down his neck and chest. But his eyes were intense. Locked on yours with a focus that made your breath catch.
A small, crooked smile tugged at his bloody mouth.
“Why are you here?” you whispered—voice cracked, small, trembling. “You told me you didn’t love me... You said it was over… You said—”
He sighed—long, slow, almost pained.
“I lied.”
The admission hung between you.
“Why?”
He looked at you for a long moment—really looked—like he was seeing every scar he’d ever left, inside and out.
“Because I was stupid,” he said softly. “Young. Weak. I thought if I broke you enough—if I made you hate me enough—you’d stay away. You’d be safe. You’d never follow me into the dark. You’d live. Without me dragging you down with me.” He laughed once, bitter and full of self-loathing. “It didn’t work.”
His thumb brushed a tear from your cheek.
“You kept breathing. You kept being so fucking perfect it killed me every day not to be with you. Every raid. Every order. Every time I had to kill someone else so they’d believe I belonged—I thought of you. Of how you’d look at me if you knew..”
He leaned closer—forehead almost touching yours.
“I couldn’t stay away.. So now I have to make sure you stay with me,” he said, voice dropping lower. “I have to make up for lost time. I have to make sure you stay safe.”
“Safe?” The word came out choked, incredulous. “With you?”
“Yes… With me. Because I’m the threat. I’m the one who can keep you alive when the rest of them would kill you just for knowing my name. I’m the one who can stand between you and him. I’m the one who will burn everything down before I let anyone touch you.”
His eyes burned into yours in a terrifying way.
“So hate me,” he whispered. “Fight me. Curse me. Try to kill me. But don’t ever think you’re safer without me. Because you’re not.”
He leaned in—lips brushing yours in the ghost of a kiss.
“You’re only safe with me.”
Your chest rose and fell too fast, shallow little pants that did nothing to ease the burn behind your ribs. Tears clung to your lashes, blurring him at the edges until he looked almost unreal.
But it was wrong.
The Dark Mark on his forearm stared back at you like an open wound. His chest rose and fell with the same rhythm as yours, and yet he looked at you like you were the only sacred thing left in a world he’d already set on fire.
“You’re still so beautiful when you’re wrecked,” he whispered, “still so fucking perfect. Even after everything… Even when you hate me... Especially when you hate me.”
His thumb traced the curve of your cheek, collecting a tear in the motion. He brought it to his mouth, sucked it clean without breaking eye contact.
“I meant it,” he said quietly. “Every word. You’re only safe with me. Because anyone else—Ministry, Order, even Dumbledore—they’d use you. They’d put you on a pedestal or in a cage or on a battlefield until there was nothing left. I won’t. I’ll keep you, keep you alive. I’ll keep you mine.”
You wanted to scream at him. To curse him. To tell him he was delusional, dangerous, a monster wearing the face of the boy you once loved.
But the words wouldn’t come.
Because part of you believed him.
Believed that in a world where green light waited around every corner, where friends became enemies and trust became a liability, the only place truly safe was in the arms of the man who’d already destroyed you once.
His hand slid to cup your jaw—thumb stroking the corner of your mouth, fingers splaying across your cheek like he was trying to hold every piece of you together.
“I’m not asking you to forgive me,” he said softly. “I’m not asking you to forget. I’m just asking you to let me stay. Let me protect you. Let me love you the only way I know how...”
The words landed gently this time.
Not like a command. Not like a taunt.
But like a confession he’d carried for years and finally allowed himself to speak aloud.
His grip on your face softened—fingers loosening until they cradled instead of held. The pad of his thumb brushed away the last tear clinging to your lower lash gently, as though he were afraid one wrong touch would shatter you completely.
You closed your eyes.
And almost—almost—melted against him.
It happened in stages.
First your shoulders dropped—tension bleeding out like ink in water. Then your head tipped forward—just a fraction—until your temple brushed his. Then your hands—still clenched at your sides—unfurled slowly.
He exhaled relieved, like he’d been holding that breath since the day he walked away.
“I’ve got you… I’m here...”
The shift in him was sudden and complete. No more taunts. No more manic edge.
Just careful tenderness.
He kissed your temple, then your closed eyelid. His free hand came up to cradle the back of your head, fingers threading gently through your hair, massaging slow circles against your scalp. The other arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest until there was no space left between you.
“You’re exhausted. I know. I did this to you. I know.” He rocked you slightly—barely a movement, just enough to soothe—like he was comforting a frightened child instead of the woman he’d broken down over and over again.
“I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “Not for coming back. Not for wanting you. But for every day you spent thinking you weren’t enough. For every night you cried alone because I made you believe I didn’t care. I cared. Too much. That was the problem.”
His lips found your hairline —kissing softly, like he could press the words into your skin.
“I thought if I hurt you enough you’d hate me. You’d move on. You’d be safe. But you didn’t hate me. You just… waited. And it tore me apart every single day.” His voice cracked on the last word before he swallowed hard, then pressed his forehead to yours again.
“Let me take care of you. Let me fix what I broke. I’ll do anything. I’ll beg if you want. I’ll bleed for you. I’ll burn the whole fucking world down if it keeps you safe. Just… let me stay.”
You felt it. You felt the last wall inside you—the one you’d rebuilt brick by bloody brick after he walked away—finally crumbled.
You didn’t see the change in his face.
Didn’t see the way his eyes flicked over your expression, reading every softening line, every trembling breath, every tear that slipped free. Didn’t see the victorious grin that spread across his bloody mouth, like a predator finally watching the trap snap shut.
All you felt was the sudden, overwhelming need to close the distance.
Tears still running down your cheeks in hot, silent tracks, you surged up and kissed him. Your hands flew to his face, fingers digging into his jaw, pulling him down as though you could fuse your mouths together permanently. You tasted blood, salt and the faint metallic edge of everything you’d both bled tonight. You kissed him like you were drowning and he was air, like you hated him and loved him and needed him all in the same ragged heartbeat.
He just kissed you back harder.
a/n: HEY thats it for part 2. I was unsure where to end it, but this is good.. i think? Just a warning that part 3 will be VERY ANGSTY! So be prepared ;)
