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summary: You’re his personal psychiatrist. On the surface, Changmin appears to be a well-mannered, ordinary young man with a spotless public image—but beneath that, lies something far more dangerous. Only you and his family know the truth.
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The gate creaked open with its usual slow groan, iron curling like vines, too elegant for the kind of dread it stirred in you now.
You stepped out of your car, heels echoing against the polished marble driveway. The afternoon sky was gray, casting a film of haze over the massive estate.
You rang the bell. No butler.
Just like always.
Instead, the heavy door clicked open after a few seconds. There he was.
Ji Changmin.
White sweater. Barefoot. Smiling. That too-perfect smile, dimples and all, sweet enough to make anyone drop their guard. Almost.
“Noona,” he said gently. “You’re here early today.”
His voice was calm and sweet, but something about the way his eyes didn’t quite match the warmth in his tone made your stomach twist.
“Traffic was lighter than usual,” you answered, keeping your voice steady as always.
He stepped aside to let you in. The house was too quiet. You used to think it was peaceful. Now, it just felt like it was watching you back.
You followed him to his room. Books stacked high, curtains drawn. Cozy. Intimate. Controlled.
He sat on the velvet couch. His legs crossed lazily. Gaze followed you as you set your notebook down and clicked your pen.
“How have you been feeling this week, Changmin?”
A small pause. Then he tilted his head.
“I missed you,” he said. “That’s a feeling, right?”
You didn’t flinch. Professional. Steady. Calm.
“That’s not what I meant.”
He leaned forward slightly, his smile widening, barely.
“But it’s what I meant.”
You cleared your throat. Flipped a page in your notes.
“You said the intrusive thoughts have been more frequent lately,” you said. “Have you been keeping your journal?”
“Mhm,” he hummed. Then slowly reached under a cushion, pulling out a small leather notebook.
He handed it to you.
“I wrote about you,” he said softly, like a secret. “Wanna read it out loud?”
You hesitated before opening it.
The first line was dated three nights ago. Your name appeared within the first sentence. Then again. And again.
The sentences bled into each other, messy, manic, poetic:
“She touches my mind with such gentle hands. I wonder what she’d look like with her throat bruised by my name.”
“I wanted to hurt someone today. But I remembered her voice. So I smiled instead.”
“I’d kill for her. I’d die for her. She belongs here, in this house. She should never leave me.”
Your hands tensed. You closed the journal quietly.
“Changmin,” you said carefully, “We’ve talked about boundaries—”
“I know,” he interrupted, eyes dark now. “But you came here anyway.”
He leaned closer, elbows on knees, watching you the way a predator watches something that still thinks it’s safe.
“My father trusts you, Noona. You’re the only one who knows what I really am. And you’re still here. Week after week.” He smiled at you “Why?”
You said nothing. You didn’t move. You couldn’t afford to.
“Do you feel sorry for me? Or,” he whispered, “Do you like being mine?”
***
Flashback
It was raining that day. Not heavily, just a soft drizzle that made the world feel muted, distant. You were still a little girl, in your school uniform, your bag bouncing against your side as you walked home through the park like always.
Then you saw him.
A little boy sitting alone on the edge of the slide. Knees pulled to his chest. Bruises on his arms. Dirt on his cheeks. And tears.
So many tears.
You slowed your steps.
Something in you—a quiet instinct—told you not to just walk past.
You approached him and crouched down slowly.
“… are you okay?”
He didn’t look up at first. Just sniffled. His knuckles were scraped, and he was clutching a broken toy car like it was a lifeline.
“You’re hurt…”
You swung your bag off your back and unzipped it, rummaging through your notebooks and snack wrappers until you found the only thing you had: A Hello Kitty bandage.
You peeled it open, gently taking his tiny hand.
“This one’s special. It’s magic,” you said as you gently pressed it over his wound.
That made him finally look up.
Watery eyes. Blank at first. Confused.
Then… just the tiniest flicker of relief.
You smiled at him and reached into your other pocket.
“Here you go.” You handed him your pink lollipop, smiling a little. “Candy makes sad things go away… it works for me.”
He took it with both hands like it was made of gold.
“What’s your name?” you asked.
“...Changmin.”
“Nice to meet you, Changmin. I’m Y/N!”
He blinked up at you, eyes still glassy but curious now.
He looked you over, then tilted his head slightly.
“You’re tall…”
You smiled, crouching down a bit more so you were at his level.
“It might be ‘cause I’m older! How old are you, Changmin?”
“Ten.”
“I’m thirteen. That’s only three years! I don’t think that’s a big deal.”
He hesitated, then whispered almost nervously:
“Can we still be friends?”
You grinned, reaching out your pinky toward him.
“Of course! Age doesn’t matter for friends.”
He looked at your hand like it was magic, then linked his little finger with yours.
That was all he needed.
“Then… you’re my noona,” he said shyly.
You nodded.
“Okay. I’ll be your noona then.”
And from that day on, you were.
He started waiting for you to come on the next day. Everyday.
Every afternoon became a game of hide-and-seek. Your laughter echoed through the park. You never asked about the bruises. He never offered. You played with him, listened to his stories about school, helped him build paper boats, and taught him how to fold cranes.
Little Changmin smiled more when he was with you. He held your hand like it was the only thing grounding him to this world.
Then one day…
“Noona,” he tugged on your sleeve. “Wanna come to my house?”
You hesitated.
“Is that okay?”
“We have a big piano! I’ll show you. It’s really pretty. You’ll like it.”
You said yes.
How could you not? He looked so excited.
But he never told his family.
The mansion was cold. Not from temperature, but from the way it made you feel small, uninvited.
A tall, elegant woman in heels met you at the door. His mother.
She was beautiful in the way porcelain dolls are. Cold, sharp, hollow behind the eyes. She looked you up and down. Her eyes flicked over your thrifted uniform, your worn shoes, your simple bag.
“And who is this?” she asked coldly.
Little Changmin hesitated. “My friend—”
“You brought a girl like this into our home?” she snapped. “How many times do I have to tell you not to bring stray cats into the house? We don’t keep poor things like her around, Changmin.”
You froze. The words hit you like slaps.
Changmin had only bowed his head.
You left quickly after that, muttering a shaky apology even though you’d done nothing wrong.
And…
That night, the woman never woke up.
You never saw her again.
The news was everywhere at the time. Changmin’s family was well-known around here, and you hadn’t even realized it. His mother had passed away—just a day after you met her.
You heard whispers weeks later. An “accident,” they said. “Tragic.” “Unfortunate.”
You never knew what truly happened.
Until years later—
When Changmin, now taller and sharper and infinitely harder to read, stared at you during his sessions. He is one of your patients now.
“She called you poor,” he said, talking about his late mother.
You nodded slowly. “I remember.”
“I hated her for that,” he said. His voice was calm. Too calm. “So I made sure she couldn’t say it again.”
You hadn’t breathed for ten seconds straight.
That was the day you stopped seeing him as just a troubled friend. And started seeing the monster that loved you.
He still has that lollipop wrapper.
He still remembers your touch, your voice, the bandage.
And now… you’re his psychiatrist. His secret keeper. The only one who ever showed him what love felt like.
Of course he’d never let you go.
***
His room in the estate was quiet. Too quiet. Curtains drawn. Dustless shelves. Every corner felt deliberately curated. A room made to look lived in… but it never felt like anyone actually did.
It was your first time seeing him again after so many years. And somehow, the silence felt heavier because of it.
You sat across from him, your notebook open, pen poised but unmoving.
Changmin leaned back on the velvet couch like it was a throne. Oversized sweater. Hair effortlessly styled. Legs stretched out in quiet defiance. That same eerie, unreadable smile on his lips.
“You look tired, noona,” he said lightly, tilting his head. “Or is it just awkward seeing me again after so long?”
You glanced at him.
“It’s… not awkward,” you said. “Just strange. You’ve grown.”
“Did you think I’d stay that little boy forever?”
He said it so softly, so calmly, but you felt something sharp beneath the words. He let the silence hang.
“I was sad,” he added suddenly, voice quieter. “When you didn’t come back.”
Your heart twitched.
He wasn’t looking at you anymore. Just at the window, where sunlight bled in like something foreign.
“After my mother died… I thought you would come,” he said. “Everyone around me talked about the funeral. But all I cared about was the park. I waited there for years.”
He looked like he was about to cry but then he smiled wryly. “I thought… maybe you'd forgotten me.”
You stared down at your lap, your fingers tightening slightly.
“I didn’t forget,” you said, just above a whisper.
“Then why did you disappear?”
The words weren’t angry. Just deeply wounded. And maybe that hurt more.
You breathed in slowly. “I was a little girl. I didn’t know how to handle it. The way she looked at me—like I was nothing. And then I heard what happened, and I got scared.”
His gaze finally returned to you, and for a moment, he didn’t look like a patient. He looked like the shadow of the boy you left behind. All grown up, with sharper edges.
“Funny how you’re here now. Not really, though. I made it happen.” Changmin changed the topic.
“What?”
“I hadn’t seen you in so many years,” Changmin said quietly, his voice laced with something fragile. “I kept wondering how you were… if you were okay. I needed to know more. Just knowing your name wasn’t enough anymore.”
He let out a small breath, eyes locked on yours.
“So I asked my father’s manager to find your information.”
His smile was soft, sweet even, with those damn dimples that made everything feel like less of a warning.
“When he pulled up your file and told me you were a psychiatrist now—even if you were still new—I knew it was perfect.”
He paused, watching your expression like he was reading every flicker.
“My old psychiatrist… well, she’s gone now.” A beat. “She died, they said.”
There was something off in the way he spoke. Too calm, too rehearsed.
Still, you kept listening, documenting it in your notes with steady hands.
Then Changmin leaned back, gaze never leaving yours, watching too closely, like he was waiting for you to figure something out.
“So when my father started searching for someone new, I told him exactly who to hire. And just like that…” He tilted his head. “You walked back into my life.”
You blinked.
“I insisted. I told him I’d make things… difficult if he didn’t get you to be my personal psychiatrist.”
“You chose me…?”
“I wanted you,” he corrected gently. “Only you. Even if you were still new. Still unproven. Still afraid. Because noona…” His voice dropped an octave. A whisper brushing skin. “You’re the only one who ever saw me and didn’t look away. You didn’t ask why I was crying. You didn’t flinch at the bruises. You gave me your lollipop like it was nothing. You treated me like I mattered.”
A breath snagged in your throat.
“Anyone else… they look at me like I’m broken. But you?” He let out a small scoff. “…You looked at me like I was just a boy.”
He smiled again. Slow. Soft. But his eyes… they burned.
“That’s why it had to be you. It was always going to be you.”
You swallowed hard, pen resting still in your hand.
“But… I’m not just someone from your past, Changmin. I’m your doctor now. This is a professional relationship.”
“Mmm,” he hummed. “But that’s not how I see it.”
“Changmin—”
“I see a promise.”
You paused.
“A what?”
He leaned forward. His voice was like silk over glass.
“That day at the park. When you gave me that bandage, that lollipop… when you let me call you noona. You made a promise you didn’t even realize.”
You opened your mouth. But no words came.
“You’re here now,” he said. “You came back. That means you’re keeping it.”
He leaned even closer.
“Don’t break your promise, noona.”
His voice was still sweet. But his eyes?
They said something far, far more dangerous.
***
Present Day
The air in your office at the psychiatric hospital was always a little too cold, even with the sun spilling weakly through the blinds. Still, you found comfort in its sterility, file drawers lined up neatly, clinical white walls, and the familiar scent of tea mingled with hand sanitizer.
Here, you had control. Here, your patients came when scheduled, and your boundaries stayed intact.
Until now.
The knock on your door came soft. Three polite taps.
You didn’t look up.
“Come in.”
You expected a nurse. Or maybe a new intake form.
What you didn’t expect was him.
Ji Changmin stepped into your office with the same casual ease as if he were walking into his own room. He was dressed in soft neutrals, sleeves pushed up, and that infuriating smile on his lips—like this was all perfectly normal.
You stood up immediately, tension climbing your spine.
“Changmin? What are you doing here?”
“I missed you,” he said simply, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “You didn’t answer my texts this morning.”
You blinked.
“I’m a bit busy in the morning. You know that.”
He stepped closer, eyes scanning the room with curious eyes, as if taking mental inventory of your life outside his estate.
“I don’t like that I only get to see you twice a week,” he said, too calmly. “You always leave so fast.”
“Changmin,” your voice dropped an octave. “You are not allowed to show up here without prior permission. This is a boundary—”
“I didn’t come to make a scene,” he interrupted softly, tilting his head. “I just wanted to see you.”
There was no anger in his voice. No raised tone. Just that unnerving, bright-eyed honesty.
Like a child holding a knife and wondering why everyone was so upset.
You took a slow breath, reminding yourself he was still your patient.
“I don’t recall giving you permission to visit me here,” you said gently.
“But this isn’t a session,” he said, smiling wider. “I’m not your patient right now. I’m just someone who missed you.”
You clenched your jaw subtly.
“That’s not how this works.”
“I know,” he said, voice nearly a whisper. “But you’re here. And I just wanted to see you in your space.” His voice laced with something possessive. Protective. Dangerous. “You look more tired when you’re not at the mansion. Are they making you work too hard here?”
“Changmin—” You paused. Collected yourself. “You need to go back home now.”
He stared at you for a moment too long. His expression unreadable.
Then, to your surprise…
He nodded.
“Okay, noona,” he said sweetly. “But I’ll see you again soon, right?”
You didn’t answer. Just waited.
He stepped out without another word, the door clicking softly shut behind him.
***
It was the very next morning. Your coffee had barely cooled. Notes scattered across your desk, focus struggling to land.
You were reviewing a patient file when it happened.
A knock.
Soft. Deliberate. Just past 11:00 a.m.
Your blood turned cold before you even looked up.
He stepped in.
Ji Changmin.
Again.
“Changmin?” Your voice was sharper this time, your chair scraping back as you stood. “I said not to come here without notice,” you said firmly, keeping your voice low in case anyone passed the hallway. “This isn’t appropriate.”
He just smiled.
“But I missed you.”
His tone was too bright. Too soft. Like he wasn’t already breaking every rule by being here. Again.
“We have a session tomorrow,” you said tightly. “You know that. You agreed to the schedule.”
He tilted his head, eyes narrowing just slightly.
“So I only exist to you on Tuesdays and Fridays?”
Before you could answer, another knock tapped on your half-closed office door.
Your heart jumped into your throat.
Dr. Yoon.
Your colleague. A seasoned psychiatrist. And far too observant.
She stepped in halfway, eyes flicking between you and the young man sitting far too comfortably across from your desk.
“Oh. Sorry,” she said with a blink. “I didn’t realize you had someone—”
Your pulse skipped. Panic flickered in your chest. You couldn’t breathe.
So you spoke quickly.
“Ah—this is my little cousin,” you said, voice light, casual, fake. “He was just dropping something off for me.”
You lied. You had to. You hated how natural it sounded.
Changmin’s family made you his personal psychiatrist with a strict condition:
They didn’t want his case to be known. Changmin’s father owned a wildly successful business empire, and any news about his son’s mental illness could ruin the family image. It was written into your contract. Silence. Discretion. Obedience.
Dr. Yoon’s brows lifted, then settled politely.
“Oh! Well, nice to meet you,” she said, smiling briefly at Changmin before stepping back. “I’ll come by later.”
“Thank you,” you murmured.
Changmin said nothing. He didn’t even smile.
The door clicked shut again.
And then the silence turned heavy.
You didn’t even get to take a breath before you heard it:
“Cousin?” His voice was low. Dangerous. “Is that what I am to you?” A pause. “A little cousin?”
There was no sarcasm. No sneer.
Just hurt. But buried beneath it. Something darker. The kind of pain that doesn’t cry. The kind that waits.
Your stomach dropped.
You turned to face him, slowly.
“I had to say something,” you said gently. “I can’t expose your condition. It’s confidential—your family made it very clear—”
“I’m not ashamed of being yours,” he cut in.
His voice rose, still soft, but sharper. “But you… you act like you are.”
There was no panic in his eyes.
Only betrayal.
You stepped forward, trying to reach him.
“I’m not ashamed of you, Changmin.”
He looked at you—really looked at you—with wild, desperate eyes that no longer belonged to the quiet boy in the park.
“Then why hide me?”
“Your father—"
“You know what hurts more than anything?” he said quietly. “You were the only person who ever saw me for what I was… and didn’t run away.”
His voice trembled slightly, not from fear, but from fury masked as heartbreak.
“I’m not your little cousin, noona. Don’t ever call me that again…”
You felt the threat beneath it, not in his tone, but in the stillness. Like he was adding this moment to a list you didn’t know he was keeping.
He was already at the door again when he said, softer this time:
“If I were anyone else, would you have smiled when you said it?”
The door shut.
And the silence that followed was deafening.
***
The door to Changmin’s room in the Ji family’s mansion creaked open slowly, and you stepped inside with your medical bag hugged to your chest.
He didn’t look at you.
Changmin sat on the edge of his massive bed, hoodie tossed aside, black t-shirt wrinkled from either sleep or frustration. Head tilted down. Eyes locked on the floor. The large window behind him bathed him in warm, late afternoon light—but there was nothing warm about the energy in his room.
“Hey…” you said softly, voice barely above a whisper. “It’s me.”
Still no reply.
You stepped closer.
“Changmin, I’m here to do your check-up.”
“Did you bring your little cousin today?” he muttered, voice flat, his gaze locked somewhere else.
Your heart sank.
You placed your bag gently on the nearby table and walked toward him slowly.
“No,” you murmured. “Just me.”
Silence.
You sat beside him on his bed. He still didn’t meet your gaze. Jaw tense, lips tight.
“I’m sorry,” you said quietly. “I shouldn’t have called you that yesterday. I panicked… and I didn’t want anyone to know about your sessions. I was trying to protect you.”
“You didn’t protect me,” he replied coldly. “You erased me.”
You looked at him—really looked at him.
And suddenly, you didn’t see the man in front of you anymore. You saw the little boy again.
The boy who cried at the park, small bruises on his arms, holding your lollipop like it was the only thing keeping him alive.
You reached and brushing his bangs back with gentle fingers.
He turned his head to you, eyes finally met yours. Burning, resentful, but wet.
“Changmin…” you murmured. “Do you remember the first time we met?”
He blinked.
His lower lip trembled slightly.
“You gave me a lollipop,” he whispered. “And you said sweet things make you forget sad things.”
You smiled softly, heart tightening.
“I did,” you said, voice gentle. “You looked like you really needed one that day.”
His breath hitched.
“It worked, noona.” He smiled. “… but only because it came from you.”
Your lips curved gently. “You were just a little boy who needed a friend,” you said. “And I was happy to be that for you.”
His eyes met yours again—almost pleading.
“You still are,” he whispered. “Right?”
You reached into your coat pocket and pulled out a small, pink-wrapped lollipop. The same brand you gave him back then.
He stared.
“Just like before,” you said softly, offering a faint smile. “Only now… I’m not just a little girl who stumbled upon a crying kid. I’m someone who’s staying.”
You placed the lollipop in his palm. His fingers closed around it like it was something sacred.
“Even if you’re mad at me,” you added gently, “I’ll still come back later, to see you.”
Changmin stared at the candy for a long moment. Then finally looked up, his expression cracking.
A sharp breath escaped him.
Suddenly—
He leaned forward, resting his forehead against your shoulder.
You froze. His hands clutched your waist tightly.
“…I hate it when you talk like you’re going to leave someday,” he whispered. “Please don’t lie like that again.”
You slowly rested your hand on the back of his head.
“I won’t,” you said. “I promise.”
But deep inside, something twisted in your chest.
Because the more you reassured him…
…the more he refused to ever let you go.
***
The next Tuesday, you returned to the Ji family’s estate.
Quiet as always, the hallway leading to his wing was immaculately clean, cold in a way no warmth could truly penetrate. You always arrived around the same time for his sessions.
But this time, he was already waiting.
The grand double doors to his room stood open.
And there he was—Changmin—barefoot on the marble floor, pacing slowly in the foyer outside his room.
You blinked.
“Changmin?”
His hoodie was half-zipped, hair tousled like he hadn’t slept a second. He looked up the moment he heard your voice.
And then, without warning—
He ran to you.
“Chang—”
You didn’t get the rest out.
He threw his arms around you.
Tightly.
So tightly you stumbled back a step, caught completely off guard. His face buried into your neck, chest heaving like he’d been holding something in for far too long.
Then soft. Broken.
“...Noona…”
The sound was raw. Shaky. Nothing like his usual sweet tone. You felt the heat of his tears on your skin. His fingers gripped the back of your coat like he was trying to fuse you to him.
You stood frozen for half a second—then instinct kicked in. You placed both hands gently on his back, steadying him.
“Changmin… hey. What happened? Did something upset you?”
His breath trembled against your neck.
“You didn’t answer my text last night,” he whispered.
Your stomach dropped.
“And this morning, too…” he went on, voice cracking, “I thought maybe… maybe you wouldn’t come today.”
A sharp inhale. Your heart twisted.
“I thought maybe you finally decided you didn’t want to see me anymore.”
You didn’t say anything for a moment. Instead, you guided him back into his room, one hand on his arm, the other brushing gently down his sleeve as you coaxed him in.
He followed silently, like a child afraid of losing sight of their parent. He sank onto the edge of the bed, eyes red and glassy, but glued to your face.
“Don’t do that again, okay?” he whispered. “If you need space, I’ll try to understand. But don’t disappear. Please.”
“I didn’t disappear, Changmin,” you said softly. “I would never do that to you.”
Changmin blinked hard, lips trembling again, but no more tears fell.
His gaze dropped to your lap.
“Can I… hold your hand?” he asked.
His voice was small. Like he was ashamed to even want it. Like the request itself made him vulnerable.
You hesitated for only a second—then nodded.
“Okay.”
He reached out carefully, as if you were made of porcelain. His hand, cool and trembling, found yours and wrapped around it with reverent slowness.
The moment your skin touched, he exhaled. A long, fragile breath.
Like touching you steadied him. Like you were the thread keeping him stitched together.
“I miss you,” he murmured, his thumb brushing soft, delicate circles into your skin. “Even when you’re with me, I miss you the second you look away.”
You didn’t interrupt him.
You let him say it.
“Do you ever think about spending time with me outside this room?” he asked suddenly, eyes flicking up to meet yours. “Not as a doctor. Not because you have to. Just because you want to.”
Your heart squeezed.
You swallowed.
“That’s… complicated.”
He nodded, like he already knew that would be your answer.
But what he said next wasn’t playful. Wasn’t coaxing.
It was devastatingly honest.
“I don’t think I know how to get better,” he whispered, “if you’re not in my life outside this room.”
Your hand stayed in his.
For one terrifying moment, you couldn’t tell who was clinging harder
***
You’d been sitting there in silence for minutes.
His hand still in yours. Your mind? A storm.
You had always been good at compartmentalizing your emotions—until it came to Ji Changmin.
The boy who once clung to your pinky like it could anchor him to the world. Now a man who clung to your presence like it was the only thing keeping him sane.
You breathed in slowly. Out even slower.
“…Alright,” you said softly, brushing your thumb against the back of his hand. “Let’s go out. Just for a little while.”
His head snapped up, eyes wide, almost frightened to hope.
“You mean it?” he breathed.
You nodded once.
“Just somewhere quiet. I know a café near the hospital that has a private upstairs booth. If your family agrees and sends someone to drive us, we can go. Thirty minutes.”
Changmin didn’t say anything. He just surged forward—arms around your waist again, this time tighter. Desperate.
His face buried into your neck like it was the only place in the world he could breathe.
“Thank you, noona,” he whispered. “Thank you… thank you…”
***
The car ride was quiet. Surprisingly so.
Changmin sat beside you in the backseat, head resting against the window. His hand never left yours—reaching across the leather seat, fingers woven tightly with yours as if letting go meant you’d vanish.
You tried to focus on the passing streets. Tried not to think about how he occasionally turned to glance at you. Like he needed to confirm you were still real.
***
A familiar barista noticed you instantly and led you upstairs to the private booth, a quiet haven of low lighting, soft music, and high walls that shut out the world beyond.
Changmin immediately slid into the seat beside you, not across.
“You know,” he said, sipping his drink slowly, his eyes fixed on your lips, “this almost feels like a date.”
You shot him a look.
“Changmin…”
“I’m just saying.” He smiled, but there was something behind it, something trembling. “I don’t get to sit next to you like this during sessions.”
“Because sessions aren’t dates.”
“…But they’re the only time I get to see you.”
You sighed, fingers curling around your coffee.
“This outing doesn’t change our dynamic. It’s still professional—”
“Then why does it feel so different?” he asked softly. “Why does it feel like I’m not your patient right now?”
The words hung heavy between you.
He shifted, just slightly. His knee brushed yours under the table.
Then his face tilted toward yours. Not too close. But close enough for the air to feel different. Denser.
A strange tension settled like mist. An invisible thread pulled taut between you.
“I remember when I was younger,” he whispered. “When I cried and you gave me candy… you held my face the same way earlier. Like I was something precious.”
Your hand froze on your cup.
“Changmin…”
He leaned in.
His forehead gently touched yours.
Just that.
But you could feel how fast his heart was beating. Like it wanted to leap out of his chest—into yours. To merge, somehow.
“I want to be the only person who gets this version of you,” he murmured. “The soft one. The gentle one who makes even monsters feel human.”
You should’ve pulled back.
You should’ve.
But you didn’t.
“…You’re not a monster,” you whispered. “You’re just broken. And trying.”
His eyes fluttered shut. Like your words had pierced straight through his ribs.
And then—
He pressed his lips gently to your temple.
A kiss.
Not possessive. Not forceful.
Just quietly desperate.
You stayed still.
Because for just one second… you let him believe you were his.
Even if you weren’t sure where the line was anymore.
***
You didn’t speak of the café moment again.
You returned to work like nothing had happened.
Told yourself it was for the best. If he believed you were drawing closer, maybe he’d stay calmer. Less volatile. Less likely to snap.
But Changmin?
He saw it differently.
To him, your silence was not rejection. It was secrecy. Protection. A quiet kind of love you weren’t brave enough to admit yet.
Your return to professionalism?
A coy game.
In his mind, he was already yours.
Already winning.
***
Three days later, he returned to the hospital without an appointment, without warning. He strolled through the front lobby, offering a polite nod to the receptionist who couldn’t have guessed what that smile was hiding.
The nurses looked up from their work, charmed, like always. He moved like he belonged there.
He carried a small paper bag, your favorite pastries from a tiny café you mentioned once during a late session. The attention to detail made your stomach twist.
Inside the bag, tucked neatly beside the wrapped pastries, was a folded handwritten note.
“For Noona, who likes her coffee too sweet and her walls too high. Let me in just a little more? — Yours.”
He didn’t try to hide the possessiveness anymore.
Not even a little.
You smiled—stiffly—and quickly ushered him into your office before anyone else noticed.
“You can’t keep showing up here, Changmin,” you said, accepting the bag but refusing to meet his gaze.
“Why not?” he asked, settling into the chair across from your desk. “You said you liked spending time with me.”
“That was—”
“You let me hold your hand,” he interrupted, dreamily. “You let me kiss you... even just on the temple.”
He leaned forward slightly, eyes gleaming with something unreadable.
“It’s okay, Noona. I get it. You’re being careful because of work. But I’m patient. I already belong to you, anyway.”
Your throat tightened.
You turned your back, pretending to organize files just to keep your hands from shaking.
You caught his reflection in the glass cabinet.
He was watching you.
Still. Unblinking.
“I told my driver,” he added suddenly, like it was nothing, “that you’re off-limits to any man who isn’t me. Just in case.”
“Changmin—”
A knock interrupted you, sharp and ill-timed.
The door creaked open and Dr. Jieun, your coworker, poked her head inside.
“Oh—Dr. (Y/N), sorry to barge in! I just wanted to ask—wait, is this a bad time?”
“No,” you said quickly, stepping forward. “Changmin was just leaving.”
Changmin didn’t move.
He sat still, posture perfectly relaxed, but his eyes followed Jieun like a shadow tracking light. Cold and curious.
“Oh,” Jieun said with interest, lowering her voice as she leaned toward you. “He’s cute. Is he the mysterious boyfriend you’ve been hiding from us?”
“I’m not dating anyone,” you answered too fast.
“Really?” she teased. “You’ve been glowing lately. You need someone. Actually, I was going to introduce you to a friend of mine. He’s not from the hospital, but he’s in tech. Super sweet. The kind of guy who—”
“Dr. Jieun,” you cut in with a forced smile. “Later, okay?”
You practically ushered her out the door.
But the damage was already done.
Changmin had heard everything.
You didn’t even have to look at him.
You felt it. That slow, sharp shift in the atmosphere.
You turned.
He sat motionless. But his smile was gone.
His expression unreadable. Except for the glint behind his eyes.
“You’re not dating anyone,” he said quietly.
“No.”
“But she wants to set you up.”
“It doesn’t matter. I said no.”
He stood slowly.
One deliberate step at a time.
“But would you have said yes…” His voice dipped. “…if I wasn’t here?”
“Changmin.”
“Would you?” he asked again.
This time, you knew. He wasn’t looking for an answer. He was measuring your reaction.
You stared into his eyes.
There was something unhinged just beneath the surface. A wire stretched too tightly, ready to snap.
“No,” you whispered. “I wouldn’t have.”
And that’s when he smiled again.
Too wide. Too proud.
“I knew it, Noona,” he murmured, stepping closer until your bodies nearly touched. “You already belong to me. You just can’t say it yet.”
You gave him a fragile smile.
And played along.
“Right,” you said gently. “Just… keep it between us, okay?”
His grin widened.
He leaned in, breath ghosting your cheek as he whispered:
an article got released stating yunho and his long time girlfriend broke up three months ago. that’s weird… because you’re the girlfriend.
genre: fluff/smut (MDNI)
TAGS: fluff, unprotected sex, bondage, choking, oral (f!receiving), biting, overstimulation, dom!yunho, praise kink, sub!reader, crying, sexual power imbalance
as you laid on your comfy bed, dark blue comforter covering your warm body — the sound of your phone going off interrupted your “me” time. when you looked at the messages popping up, there was around ten, all about the same thing.
ATEEZ YUNHO BROKEN UP WITH LONG TIME GIRLFRIEND FOR THREE MONTHS NOW.
you blinked at your phone, not believing what you were looking at. the text messages coming through were from your friends, but also Yunho.
yunho: i’ll get this figured out
yunho: i’m coming home this weekend
y/n: yeah that was confusing…
y/n: pls i miss u :(
you decided to scroll on twitter, knowing it would be blowing up with the recent news. there was tweets saying, “even yunho is confused” and “sorry to announce guys” from all of atiny.
you and yunho decided to keep your relationship a secret once he started training, especially if he was lucky enough to debut. the only ones that knew about the relationship was ateez as a group, but you’ve only talked to them over the phone.
you were rarely in seoul, really only there when it was the holidays or your family planned a weekend trip out there. it was safe this way, keeping you away from the drama and unnecessary fans.
keeping you a secret is how life was. you were used to it. the news article scared you, even though you clearly knew it was fake — why would people even release something like that. it’s not like atiny really cared, they knew the group had a life outside of being an idol, but why drop it now?
ateez recently came out with a comeback and started getting traction in korea, that could be the only reason an article like that came out. you swore you kept yourself away from anything ateez related. sure you posted with your tyudeongi doll on your purse or the bigger doll being in the background of a selfie — but you had to know ateez to recognize it even if someone did, no one would except a girl like you to be yunhos girlfriend.
you met in high school and started dating right before he debuted. you two were talking forever, always off and on. yunho knew the risks of having a girlfriend as an idol, and you did too. except this article was just… weird.
—
it was finally the weekend, you were getting your apartment ready for your weekend with yunho. the one thing you wanted right now was to see him. your close friends kept sending the article from different k-news outlets, and you were honestly just done with it.
you hated keeping your relationship a secret now. you wanted to show people that the two of you were still together — but you knew it would backfire. you weren’t going to take that risk. as much as you loved yunho, you prioritized not being bashed by crazy parasocial fans.
you were about to sit in your couch when there was a knock on the door and you watched the handle twist. you jumped off the couch and ran towards the door. the smell of mahogany and coconut filled the air, you knew exactly who it was.
you wrapped your arms around the large figure standing in the door frame, going on your tip-toes to plant a kiss on his cheek.
“hi, baby.” he said as he held you against his chest. “i’m so sorry about the article, KQ is working on taking it down.” he whispered as he ran his fingers through your hair.
you pulled away from the hug with a smile, “it’s okay. people just want to be me.”
yunho let out a chuckle as he slid his shoes off and followed you into your apartment. he looked around, especially since you redecorated it since he last saw it. the walls were painted a soft green color, colorful rugs covered the floor, the lighting was natural, windows open. pictures hanging on the walls and a tv with a reality show on.
“i like what you’ve done with the apartment. isn’t so depressing anymore.” yunho said, sitting down on the plush burgundy couch.
you threw your legs over his lap and turned towards your show. “thanks. it was too white, i hate all that modern stuff.”
“i know you do.”
—
time went by and the sun was starting to set, you both had a glass of wine and started a new season of the dating show. yunho was rubbing your feet and soft moans left your mouth.
“i’ve missed you so much. it’s so hard being so far away from you.” he whispered, leaning over and kissing your face.
your hand rested on his face, thumb under his jaw. “me too. i wish we could just go public.”
“too much of a risk. the media would tear you apart.” he replied. “trust me, i want to do nothing more than to show you off, my love.”
“one day?”
yunho nodded, “once ateez is soon forgotten about.”
“awh, don’t say that. ateez will live forever.” you smiled.
“we sure will.” he smiled back.
he pulled you closer and planted his lips onto yours. a smile behind the kiss made butterflies fly in your stomach. you haven’t seen yunho since february, it’s now june and you wanted nothing more than to feel him. every single inch of him.
he repositioned himself so now his body was hovering over yours, his hands rested on your waist, holding you down. he pulled away from the kiss before kissing your face, leaving a trail along your cheeks down to yours jaw. he kissed your neck, making your hips buck towards him. his grip tightened and held you down even more.
“so antsy, let me take me time, baby, i need to savor this.” he whispered, his voice laced with desire. he attached himself to your neck, biting it lightly, making you scream out a moan. you turned your head to reveal more of your skin — yunho, licked, sucked, and bit the skin that was free.
he slid his hand under your tank top, tracing the muscle of your abdomen before his hand found your boob. he squeezed it slightly before his finger rubbed your nipple, making you pant in response.
he kissed your lips again, you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him closer. you felt his bulge against you, making you crave him more.
“yunho, please.” you whined.
yunho shook his head, “not yet.” he moved down your body, messing with the waistband of the sweat-shorts you were wearing.
he laid the shorts off, you lifted your hips to help — your underwear following. yunho grazed your slit with his finger, “i love how wet you get.” he smirked before licking your clit.
you moaned from the feeling, your hand instantly going to grip his blonde hair. his tongue went flat against you before you stuck a finger into you. he curled it slightly so it would hit your spot every time.
you were panting and squirming from the way yunhos finger moved inside of you and how he sucked your clit. he was eating you like you were his last meal. licking up the amounts of wet that fell out of you, moaning against you.
you started grinding against his face until he pulled away. “don’t fucking move.” he groaned.
“y-yes, sir.” you whined.
“good girl.” he smirked before plunging his tongue inside of you. you squirmed but his hands had such a strong hold on you.
“please, i’m so, please.” you panted as the sudden tightness in your abdomen became unbearable.
he pulled away from you and you cried, still panting and out of breath. “when you cum, i need it to be on my dick, sweetheart.”
you nodded quickly, “yes. on your dick. please. i’ll be a good girl for you, i swear.” you begged.
“i won’t believe it until i see it.” he said as he unbuckled his belt. he took it in his hands and wrapped it around your wrists, tying it lightly so it wouldn’t hurt, but not too light that you could break you.
“let me do all the work, just sit there and look pretty, baby.” he whispered and you nodded.
he unbuckled his jeans and pulled his cock out of his underwear. it was always red and bothered, leaking precum from the tip. he went on his knees and lined himself up with you. he slowly pushed in, the tip first, brushing against your tight walls.
you were already being pushed against your will, the ache still in your lower stomach. you pursed your lips together and felt a tear run down your face. you haven’t been fucked in such a long time, your body was on the verge of shutting down.
yunho pressed farther, pushing against you, making your moan louder. he was now fully inside, letting you adjust to the size before he started thrusting.
his pace started you slow and light, but then he would thrust harder, watching as your body jumped each time. your moans became louder and more tears ran down your face. yunhos hand wrapped around your neck, “the walls are thin, remember?”
you chocked a moan out and nodded. your body was officially his, he was able to take control and do whatever he wanted to you. he trusted with each groan, his face quickened and you became tighter.
“close, please, sir.” you managed to say.
“me too. almost there, and then you can cum all over me, my sweet girl.” he groaned.
the sweet sound of your bodies against each other filed the room, the show was no forgotten about and all of yunhos focus was on you.
“the press will never know how well you take me.” he grunted.
you felt yunhos cock twitch inside of you and you felt euphoric, your body was giving up on holding your orgasm every time yunho thrusted deep inside of you.
“i’m, fuck,” you moaned.
“i know, baby, you can cum.”
as he finished his sentence, so did you. your orgasm ripped through you, your body shaking under him and your eyes rolling to the back of your head. your jaw dropped and your head hit the back of the couches arm.
yunho pulled himself out and jerked himself off to finish, which only took a second. he let himself release on the part of your stomach that was showing. his deep low moan filled the air. your bit your own lip and sighed as you finished your orgasm.
he laid down next to you and kissed your face, “this is why the press will never know about you. you’re mine, baby.”
a movie night with shownu and the boys didn't sound bad, you were cuddled up under your shared blanket eating all of the snacks you picked out. you guys took over one couch while the other members bunched up on the other, they refused to be apart of your lovey dovey mess.
about 45 minutes into the movie, you could feel his cold hands making their way down your shorts sending shivers all over your body, making you jump a bit. his fingers spreading your lips wanting access to your clit. he started off with small circles, just to hear those little gasps escape from your lips.
pushing his fingers inside, you tried your best to stay quiet making sure none of the other guys noticed, but that was a little too late when you noticed two pair of eyes staring you down from across the dark room.. kihyuns eyes were locked on yours, his hand squeezing his cock, watching your expression shift every second and watching you squirm underneath shownu while his fingers were deep inside you.
“you gonna cum for him baby?”
he whispers to you while he watches his fellow member palm himself through his pants. he knew kihyun always had a thing for you and this was the perfect opportunity to show him you belong to him.
his fingers moved faster, helping you achieve your orgasm. your moans got louder and louder everytime he hit your spot. "shhh" he quickly put his hand over your mouth, not wanting to draw more attention, but would he care? no. he would love for everyone to watch him please you, he loved the thought of his members stoking themselves to you, knowing he has you wrapped around his finger.
your body shaked uncontrollably, creaming on shownu's fingers. you were seeing stars, your ears were ringing, and your eyes were rolling to the back of your head. your face was hot in embarrassment knowing someone just watched you cum.
you're always hanging around the boys, its just you've never had an actual conversation with hyungwon, just some smiles and glances here and there. nobody would notice the way you both look at each other right..?
you both kept it cordial around the others, no one would ever assume you two would have anything going on. the heavy eye fucking you two were doing made it clear you both wanted each other, but you knew you couldn't have him anyways, you didn't want any type of drama between you or the guys.
you guys had been texting for about two weeks now, telling him how much you wanted to fuck him. you never knew he was such a freak, especially since he was just so quiet, he never said a word really. but when he told you to come over that night, you found out.
2:34AM
fucking him wasnt the ideal plan. you just came over to chill, but chilling turned into you wiping off the leftover cum painted over your face.
he watched your ass bounce perfectly, watching how you swallowed his dick, how you creamed on him. he bucked his hips up to match your rhythm, watching you crumble on top of him. he wanted to see your legs give out, wanted to see you struggling, knowing you were talking shit in the messages but of course not backing it up.
"you like when I stretch you out like this.. huh?"
no words could come out of your mouth, the only thing that was coming were you, and the moans spilling from your lips.
feeling both of his hands rest on each side of your hips as he drilled your shit even harder, your body could give out at any moment with the way your body shook, achieving your third orgasm of the night. his movements slowly stopped as he pulled out, you slowly fell back on the bed trying to regain yourself and your breath.
"if you think im done, im not."
he leaned forward, kissing your lips before sliding back into your sensitive pussy, hissing at the tight and wetness before him. he pushed your legs up to your chest, opening you up for him, wanting more access. he kissed you even more, down to your neck leaving his marks that were soon to bloom purple, down to your boobs sucking at your sensitive nipples. all emotions you had became blurry, the feeling of pleasure and pain mixed together felt like heaven. accepting the fact that he really was the freak he claimed to be.
your body arched off the bed as you reached your last and final orgasm, squirting all over him and his bedsheets and soon after he pulled out, stoking himself a little bit more, releasing all over your body.
tired, he laid down next to you hearing the words-
He kisses your thighs slowly, licks your clothed clit through your panties, slides your panties off, begins slurping your clit, twirling his tongue over and over on your clit and folds, he stands up and kisses you smoothly, you stroke his cock slowly while he kissing and biting your neck, you kisses his chest all the way down to his stomach, finally reach his spot, tease his tip by twirling your tongue around it, put his cock in your mouth, begin sucking, head bobbing, slurping on his cock, making him moan, he ends up fucking your face, holds eye contact with him as he continues to fuck your mouth, he fills your mouth with his load of cum, you swallow every last of it, you bends over arching your back on the his desk, he slams his cock inside your pussy , pounds your pussy harder, your ass clapping back on his cock over and over again, you glances up at the camera biting your bottom lip, he smacks and grips your ass hard, positions changed, you ride his cock in reverse cowgirl style, he thrusts up ,fucking you harder, the whole desk shakes and creaking, eyes rolling back into your head while grabbing and squeezing your titties, you creamed on his cock, he fills you with his hot load of cum.
Warning: this is very strong heavy nsfw!!, , rough sex, friends with benefits, this is pwp
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He has you bent over on the Bench Press, pounding your pussy hard from behind, ass clapping back on his big cock faster and quicker, he smacks your ass while pulling your hair, he pulls out ,grabs you throws you on top, making you bounce up and down on his cock faster and quicker, he squeez your titties while you're riding his cock, your moans are loud, the whole gym can hear you, he thrusts up pounding your pussy harder and harder, fucking you like a rabbit in the wild, he made you creamed on his cock, he picks you up , begins fucking you up against the wall, you hold on to him, his cock slamming and pounding, destroying your pussy, he shuts you up by kissing, keeping you for screaming so loud, he ends up filling you up with his cum, you get on your knees, begin sucking his cock, head bobbing up and down, slurping on his cock, making his cock messy full of your spit, he groans, you're twirling your tongue around the tip of his cock, he hisses, you keep sucking him dry, he ends up coming down your throat, you swallow every drop of his seed.
He's kissing and sucking your neck, gripping his teeth in your neck leaving marks on your neck, he begins kissing your titties, twirling his tongue around your nipples, bites your nipples and chest, marking his territory, he raises your skirt up, he gets on his knees, pulls your panties off, he licks your clit slowly, his eyes reaches your gaze, keeping eye contact with you while he slurping on your clit and folds, he begins tongue fucking your pussy, you grip his head while you throw your head back, eyes rolling back into your head as you feel his tongue hit your spot over and over, you end up coming down from your high on his tongue, he stands up and kisses you sloppy as you taste your cum off his lips.
