The way you move { ballerina! Black reader x step up Moose, opposites attract, art school, coming of age ish } ->
Two half’s of the same coin{gxg, p0c, popular reader x loser, plastic x plastic, mean girls but lesbo} ->
Queendom {kpop, idol au, girl group, p0c} ->
School of vanity{school of arts, populars x losers, in-crowd x out-crowd, popular girl x new girl, mean girl, p0c, teen movie character types/tropes}->
How to: lose a guy in 10 ways { Bestfriend! Black Reader x Rodrick, Mean girl! reader, the mean girl’s best friend, 2nd hbc, high school tropes, doawk rodrick, one sided}->
Thee other women { Older! Black Reader x NCT Jungwoo, cheating husband, revenge, older fem reader, inspired by "The Other Woman"} ->
Spy under coverz {Spy! Black Reader x Spy Wayv Yang Yang, enemies 2 lovers / coworkers 2 lovers, } ->
I love it, my designer {inspired by nct 127-designer, Designer! Photographer! Black Reader x Model! Actor! Stray Kids Hyunjin, failing marriage, cheating husband, cheating n general, older fem reader, forbidden trope}->
Faster {Black Reader x Racer! NCT Yuta, car racing, enemies to lovers}->
€ure 4 lov£ {Young Love? Male lead x Black Reader, zombie apocalypse, coming of age ish}->
The boys next door {older! Rixh! Black Reader x playboy bunnies! Ateez Seonghwa/ Nct Yuta/ TXT Yeonjun/ Stray Kids Felix, inspired by playboys “the girls next door”}->
A million views {Good Girl Trope! Black Reader x Popular Mean! Male lead, battle of the bands ish, art school au, family feud}->
John Wick and the Mortician {Mortician! Black Reader, buddy cop genre, }
Dragons love pretty girls {Dragon! ATEEZ Seonghwa x Princess! Black Reader, royal au, magic au}
Extras:
a. A summer trip to:______ ___ _____-> {around the world/ black girl travel.}
B. Poem !$|n
c. I'm the _____ series {iconic black fem rappers! Insert x classic tropes! leads}
Yandere!Merman didn't start off by pulling you under. Instead, he chose a slow, agonizingly patient courtship that took months to build. At first, he was just a mysterious silhouette swimming alongside your board out past the break. You’d catch flashes of shimmering teal scales under the water, or see a pale, webbed hand casually gripping the edge of your surfboard when you weren't looking. He wanted you to get used to his presence, turning himself into a regular part of your daily surf routine.
The gap finally closed when he realized you weren't afraid of him. he started popping his head completely out of the water right next to your board, his long, dark hair plastered to his face and his slitted, bioluminescent eyes blinking up at you. You’d just sit cross-legged on your surfboard, drifting on the gentle swells, completely mesmerized as this beautiful, dangerous creature rested his chin on the nose of your board like a curious seal, clicking and purring softly whenever you spoke to them.
Yandere!Merman became completely obsessed with "providing" for you, though his understanding of human logic was incredibly warped. he noticed that you spent hours out on the water without eating, so he decided it was his job to feed you. he would disappear beneath the waves with a powerful flick of his tail, leaving you waiting on your board, only to burst through the surface a few minutes later holding a completely raw, wriggling deep-sea fish in his claws, proudly offering it to you with a wide, fanged grin.
When you laughed and shook your head, trying to explain through gestures that you couldn't eat raw, moving fish, he didn't get discouraged. he just swam closer, floating on his back right next to your board, and began meticulously cleaning the fish with his sharp claws, trying to hand-feed you the raw pieces himself. He would pout, letting out a low, disappointed click from his throat whenever you gently pushed his hand away, utterly confused as to why his favorite human was refusing his hard-earned hunting trophies.
Yandere!Merman gift-giving got a lot more creative when he started raiding sunken trade ships and coastal orchards that dipped over the cliffs. One afternoon, he swam up to your board with his webbed hands overflowing with weirdly preserved, salty pears that had fallen into a nearby cove. He pushed them onto your lap, watching with absolute, unblinking intensity as you took a bite of one. The second he saw your jaw move and realized you were actually eating his gift, his gills flared with excitement, and he let out a loud, euphoric trill that vibrated right through the fiberglass of your board.
You became entirely addicted to this secret routine. You started spending less time actually catching waves and more time just sitting out past the breaker, staring down into the clear blue water, waiting for his shadow to appear. And he loved every second of it. He loved watching you watch him. Every time he dove back down into the reef, he would purposefully swim in elegant, showy loops right beneath your board, flaunting his massive, powerful tail just to keep your eyes locked entirely on him.
Yandere!Merman weaponized this sweet, domestic routine to slowly erode your attachment to the land. While you thought you were just making a unique marine friend, he was tracking your schedule, learning your scent, and making you entirely dependent on his daily visits for excitement. He’s currently letting you stay on top of your board, completely satisfied with hand-feeding you fruits and preening under your attention. Still, his possessive instinct is just waiting for the perfect, stormy day to permanently bring his favorite surfer down into his world for good.
Tw: mentions of abuse, Yandere behavior, mentions of torture.
I love the trope of a Yandere inflicting horrific stuff onto the reader to then realize their mistakes or abuse and try to recorrect.
Maybe a Yandere viewed you as a rival to their ‘darlings’ affection so they decide to kidnap and torture you for days on end until something in your mind snaps and breaks.
And ofc it just goes down hill from their now your wishing they would kill you so it could bring you some sort of release. But something changes in the Yandere slowly but not enough to notice.
He doesn’t inflict as much ‘punishments’ onto you as before. He brings you more food than the scraps you were given.
But seeing you like this all worn out after he pulled out another one of your nails as punishment. God you didn’t even scream not like you could anymore, nor could you sob from the pain.
All you could let out was silent tears as you prayed for it to end.
And that broke something in them.
To say the guilt consumes them is an understatement it tears through them like a knife would ruthless and unforgiving.
Not only has he heavily starved and beaten you but you lost a finger or two almost your whole foot one time. Your body’s peak, pliant.
It makes him sick oh god does it make him sick.
The best thing he could do is end your suffering or let you go…. But how could he do either when he is so hesitant to even raise a knife to you now?
So he does the only thing he can do, he takes care of you. Not immediately, slowly trying to ease you into it. He knows you don’t trust him and he knows how broken your mind is.
So he starts fixing up your wounds one by one, until you’re able to atleast flex some of your fingers again. Then he moves you out of the basement.
You haven’t felt warmth in months so when you do, everything comes undone.
You can’t help yourself but to nuzzle into him, to search for that warmth that his body so eagerly supplies and he lets you.
And god does he love it, to have someone so eagerly look for his affection is addicting.
Now hes not sure he wants to let you go…..but don’t worry he won’t hurt you again!
Your best friend calls, voice raw, and you realize he’s jerking off to you. The call spirals into a dirty, tense back-and-forth—him confessing all the nasty things he wants to do to you, you teasing between sweet and cruel, letting him see just enough to break him. He cums hard for you, then you make him listen while you play with yourself and orgasm. At the very end, you drop the sweetest bomb—and hang up, leaving him ruined, obsessed, and wanting more.
★2,827 words, old story, smut/explicit sexual content(18+), lots of dirty talk, masturbation, praise & a tiny bit of degradation, pet name/name calling (e.g, ma/mama, baby, sweetheart, honey¹, and slut¹), you're a little mean but he likes it, etc★
★18+ 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝑫𝒐 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕★
"Hello?" you call, picking up on the third ring. The room is quiet, the only light the coming from your amber lamp and the blue glow from your screen reflecting off your freshly done nails.
"H-hey," his voice scrapes out on the other end. It’s a wrecked sound—ragged, breathless, and vibrating with an intensity that makes your stomach flip.
Your brows pull tight, a slow worry already beginning to tug at your lips. "Are you okay? You sound... off."
You picture him for a second. Maybe he’s sweaty from a run, his chest heaving under a thin t-shirt. Or maybe he’s been lugging another Amazon dresser for that old lady down the block—always the good guy, always helping somebody. But as you listen to the heavy, rhythmic hitch in his breathing, you realize you’re wrong.
Right now, your best friend is laid out on his bed, the sheets a mess beneath him. His sweatpants and boxers are shoved down to his mid-thighs, his brown skin damp and glowing in the dim light of his room. His stomach is corded, muscles tightening and rippling with every long, desperate drag of his fist. His dick is a dark, heavy weight in his hand—slick, flushed, and dripping through his fingers.
He’s slowly but firmly stroking himself to the thought—and now the sweet, taunting sound—of your voice. Precum is already smeared over his knuckles, his thumb rolling lazy over his slit before pressing harder, coaxing a deep, guttural grunt from his throat.
"Mgh—nothing. Just... talk to me," he rasps, the friction of his hand audible through the speaker.
Your frown deepens, your heart is starting to race. "Why? What’s wrong, baby?"
The pet name slips out easy, unthinking. But the effect is immediate—he moans low, a broken, helpless sound, like you’d reached through the line and wrapped your hand around him yourself. He lives for when your voice turns soft like this, when you stop clowning him and get sweet. His fist moves quicker now, his hips pushing up into his palm, seeking the friction he can’t get enough of.
"I'm fine, I promise. Just keep talking. Please."
You fall quiet for a beat, leaning back against your headboard. You listen harder. You hear the wet, squelching sounds of his grip. The sharp little hitches of breath. The low, animalistic sound he makes when his fist squeezes tighter at the base.
And it clicks.
"...You’re jerking off."
Silence. Just the heavy, frantic sound of his breathing. Then a broken, self-deprecating laugh. "Yeah. M'sorry. Can’t stop. Not when it’s you."
Your breath stutters, a prickle of heat blooming low in your belly. "You’re getting off to me? On the damn phone?"
"Every time," he admits, his voice rough and needy, but with a sudden edge of raw honesty. He wants you to know. He wants you to feel the weight of it. "Think about you all the time. That mouth. Those tits. The way your ass looks in those shorts." His pace picks up, the slick, lewd sounds of his hand working his dick filling the line. "Fuck, I’d do anything to see you ride me, just once. Just to see what that look on your face is like when I’m deep inside you."
You bite your lip, your pulse kicking against your throat. "That’s disgusting. Using my voice to get your nut. You’re nasty."
He groans like you’ve just blessed him with a touch. "Yeah, I know. But you're all I think about... you’re the only thing that gets me this hard."
"That's nice, honey. But you really shouldn't think of me like that... you know we're just friends," you murmur, your own hand sliding down to rest heavy on your thigh, the silk of your shorts cool against your palm.
"Don’t say that." His tone cuts sharp now, all the nice playfulness you've come to love is gone. "I’m not your fucking friend. You call me every day. You tell me you love me. I told you from the start—I’m not your friend." His breath hitches, the wet sounds of his fist speeding up, becoming more frantic. "You let me talk to you like this. And you let me—You let me be in your life knowing how I feel about you."
Your acrylic nail drags slow across your bottom lip. "Maybe. But I can't give you what you want, and I do love you, but don't throw it in my face," you drawl, a cruel, satisfied smirk pulling at your mouth.
"It’s kinda sad. Stroking your dick to a girl you’ll never have. We'll never be together. I’ll never let you fuck me. All you get is your hand."
He chokes out a moan, his hips snapping up into his fist with a raw, mechanical rhythm. "Yeah? Then give me something else. Show me. Facetime me, ma. Please."
You hesitate, the heat pooling heavy and agonizing between your thighs. Then, you click over.
The screen flickers to life. His camera is shaking, his breath filling the dark room. Sweat beads at his temples, his face flushed a deep, beautiful bronze, his lips parted. You know that tremor in the camera—it’s the force of his fist moving fast.
"Thank you," he exhales, the word almost reverent as he takes in your appearance.
"Hi, baby. Let me see your face," you don't ask it like a question. You order it.
He obeys instantly. His face fills the screen, his jaw tight and corded, his sharp fade a bit messy from the heat and the friction.
"You look good," you compliment, but the little laugh that follows makes it sting.
"Keep talking." He’s close, you can hear the strain in his voice. "Don't stop."
"I want to see."
He blinks, his eyes glazed and dark. "What?"
"I'm not repeating myself."
He lets out a breathless, desperate laugh, knowing your patience is thin. "Take your shirt off then. Let me see what I'm working for."
You narrow your eyes at the audacity, but you reach down and tug the pajama top off anyway. Your lace bra catches the light, the fabric straining against the fullness of your breasts. You don’t cover yourself; he’s seen you in less, and you want him to see exactly what he’s missing.
"Fuck," he groans, a sound of pure, unadulterated pain. He flips the camera.
Your breath catches. Your mouth goes dry. His dick is a complete mess—his fist is working tight and fast, the dark, veined length of him glistening with pre-cum. White streaks of cum are already dried tacky over his thighs from previous rounds, and his stomach is flexing with every pull. His abs are glistening, his skin slick with sweat. His thumb smears a fresh bead of precum over the flushed, velvet head until it gleams, dripping onto his knuckles.
You bite your lip hard, heat twisting through your belly, your shorts already sticking damp between your thighs.
His moan rips through the line, a guttural, animal sound.
You whisper his name, your voice low, trembling, and possessive. "... I really want you in my mouth."
His head snaps back against the pillow, a broken curse ripped from his lungs. "If I had you here? I’d fuck that throat till you cried. Till you gagged around me and begged for air. I’d hold your head and make you take every fucking inch."
You hum, a low, taunting vibration. "You’re not tough enough for that."
That pulls a dark, dangerous laugh from him. His hand works faster, the veins straining down his forearm. "Say that shit again. I’d hold your face down and shove my dick so deep you’ll feel me in your chest. I’ll make you swallow every drop."
Your thighs squeeze together, wetness soaking through the crotch of your shorts. "All talk. You’d fold the second it touched my tongue."
He groans, deep and pained. "God, you drive me fucking insane." His breath stutters, then—"Take your bra off for me. Now."
You tilt your head, slow and teasing. "You want a show?"
"Take it off." His voice is rough, a plea threaded with a hard command.
You hook your fingers into the lace, slipping it down your shoulders, letting it fall. Your breasts sit full and heavy in the camera’s glow, your nipples tight and peaked in the cool air.
He chokes on his own breath. "God, look at you. Perfect. Fucking perfect."
Your fingers lift, tugging lightly at one nipple, rolling it between your fingers. "Like this, baby?"
His hand drags hard down his dick, the slick sound of it filling your ears. "Yeah—play with them for me. Pinch ‘em. Roll ‘em." His eyes roll back for a second, his mouth slack. "Fuck—I wanna cum all over those tits. Paint you, watch it drip down your stomach. You’d look so good messy with my cum."
You coo, your voice dirty and soft. "Yeah, baby? You wanna ruin me like that? Wanna cover me ‘cause I’m yours?" You pinch harder, moaning low. "Mmh, I’d let you do it however you want."
His hips jerk up into his fist, his cock flushed dark, thick, and veined. The head is shiny with slick, and your eyes stay locked on it, transfixed by the weight of him in his palm.
You whisper, almost reverent. "I can’t stop watching your hands. They're so big and veiny. So strong. You're twitching in your grip—look at you, baby. All that for me."
He groans raggedly, his fist slapping wetly down the length of his shaft. "All for you. Always for you." His voice cracks, desperate. "Squeeze 'em, touch your tits harder. Let me see you play with those pretty nipples."
You squeeze your breast, pinch your nipple harder, tugging it until you gasp, your eyes locked on his fist pumping. The sound of it—wet, obscene, skin slapping skin—is the only thing in the world.
"Fuck," he grits out, his voice frayed. "I’d drag you down and smear every drop over you. I wanna fill you up."
You laugh softly, mean but sweet. "Yeah? You’d mark me up? Cover me so everybody knows this pussy’s yours? Even though you’ll never get to fuck it?"
He groans, almost breaking under the weight of the tease. "Stop—don’t say that. I’d fuck you stupid, ma. I’d split you open. Make you cry for me."
You hum, stroking your breast with slow, deliberate circles. "I bet you would. But right now? All you’ve got is your hand. And me watching."
His grip tightens, his strokes becoming rough and fast. His stomach flexes, his breath tearing ragged from his chest. You lean close to the screen, your voice low and syrup-thick.
"Cum for me, baby."
He moans, a high, guttural sound.
"Yeah," you coax, squeeze your breast, shifting them again, "make a mess for me. Let me see you shoot it all over yourself. Come on. Show me how much you want me."
"Fuck—" His hips stutter up into his fist. Precum spills slick down his shaft, his knuckles shiny and wet.
"Begging you, sweetheart," you whisper, cruel and filthy. "Paint yourself for me. Cover that stomach, those big hands—show me what I do to you."
He chokes, his eyes squeezing shut, his jaw locked tight as his body begins to coil for the release. "M’close—oh fuck, I’m gonna—"
"Do it," you purr, sharp and commanding. "Cum for me, baby. Now."
His whole body jerks. A shout rips from his throat, raw and primal, as thick, hot ropes of cum spill over his hand, his chest, dripping down his stomach in heavy white streaks. He pumps through the release, groaning brokenly, the cum splattering messy and hot across his skin.
You sigh, watching the way it looks against his skin, your voice turning sweet again. "That’s it. Good boy. Look at that dick, dripping for me. You made such a mess."
He’s panting, ruined, his hand still twitching around his softening length. "Fuck... fuck, I love you."
You tilt the camera, watching him still sprawled—sweat dripping, stomach streaked with cum, hand twitching.
"Mmh," you hum, soft and wicked, "look what you did, baby. Got me all wet."
His head snaps up, eyes heavy but blazing. "Show me."
You smirk, slipping your hand under the waistband of your shorts, dragging the damp fabric aside. Glossy, honey-thick strings pull as you spread yourself open, the phone angled just enough to flash him a glimpse of your soaking wet center. "See that? All for you."
He groans, his chest heaving. "Touch it for me. Play with yourself—please, ma."
Your laugh is low and cruel. "Not a chance. You already got your show."
His jaw tightens, his voice rough. "Don't play with me. You don't let me watch, I'll make you beg next time. I'll make you sorry."
You lean close to the screen, your smirk sharp and triumphant. "Try me. You don't scare me, baby. I said no."
His fist curls against his stomach, frustration pouring through the camera. "Then... at least—fuck—at least let me listen. Please. Let me hear it."
You bite your lip, dragging your fingers slow through your slickness, making yourself whimper. "You’re nasty."
"Yeah," he rasps, desperate. "For you. Only for you."
You sigh, soft and sweet, pressing two fingers against your clit until your hips twitch. "Fine. You can listen. But that’s it. Just your ears."
Your moans slip out, low and syrupy, filling the line. His breath shudders at the sound, ruined but hungry again. Your fingers circle your clit, the wet, squelching sounds of your own pleasure bleeding into the line. You bite your lip, letting a whimper slip, knowing he’s eating every sound alive.
"That’s it," he rasps, his voice still raw from cumming. "Rub that pretty pussy for me. God, I wanna be there so bad—wanna hold your thighs open and eat you till you’re crying."
Your head tips back, your breath shaky. "Mghn—You talk so nasty, baby."
"You don’t even know," he grits out. "I’d spread you out and pound that pussy till you scream. I’d fuck you till you smell like me. I'd never let you leave the bed."
A moan rips out of you, high and breathless. Your fingers circle faster, your hips rolling up off the bed as the tension coils.
"You like that?" he groans. "Knowing how bad I want you? Tell me you’ll give it up one day. Tell me I’ll get to fuck you for real."
Your laugh cuts sharp and shaky. "N-No, baby. You’ll never have me like that."
He curses, a guttural sound of frustration. "Fuck. You’re killing me, ma."
Your moans rise, sharper now, your body coiling tight. "Keep talking. Don't stop."
He obeys, his voice a low, gravelly anchor. "I’d hold your hips down. Spit in your mouth while I fuck you raw. Fill you up and make you go for hours."
That does it—your back arches, your thighs clenching tight as your orgasm rips through you. A sharp cry tears from your throat, your fingers working frantically over your clit as waves of pleasure slam through your body. You gasp his name, shuddering and trembling, your juices dripping messy against your hand.
He groans raggedly, listening to the sound of your break like it’s gospel. "That’s it—fuck, that’s it. Cum for me. Good girl. Good fucking girl."
You collapse back, chest heaving, sweat dampening your skin. You let out a low, satisfied hum. "Oh, shit... see what you did? You made me cum, handsome."
His breath hitches on the other end, broken and reverent. "...I’d do anything to see that."
Your breathing slows, your chest still rising and falling heavy. Your fingers slip from your soaked folds, leaving a wet sheen on your thighs. The line is quiet except for the sound of you both catching your breath.
He’s the first to break it, his voice ragged. "Man... I swear, one day—"
You cut him off with a sweet, dismissive little laugh, curling back into your pillow and pulling the covers up. "Shh. Don’t start again."
The silence stretches, thick and heavy with the things he wants to say. You can feel the ache in his voice, how close he is to spilling confessions you aren't ready to hear. So you give him something else. Something cruel, but honest.
"Thank you," you murmur, soft and sweet. Almost tender. "I love you so much, baby."
The phone goes quiet. You can picture him—eyes wide, lips parted, his heart clenching around those words. You know exactly what you’ve done to him.
You smile to yourself, curling the blanket over your bare chest. "Good night."
And you hang up before he can even find his voice to answer.
A/N: I LOVE Black Nerds (I love black anything tbh)
Jeon Jungkook. By far the most attractive man you had ever laid eyes on. Just catching a glimpse of his side profile made it worth sitting through the mental gymnastics that was Calc II.
It was no wonder Dr. Kane called on him frequently. He was your class teacher's pet, whom no one minded when he answered every single question. And every answer he gave was correct.
When you chose your seat at the beginning of the semester, you unknowingly did yourself a huge favor. Managing to snag a seat right beside the man, who would quickly become your class crush.
His perfect hair was cutely fluffed out in a mullet. Clear framed glasses on his nose and a couple of neon yellow pimple patches on his cheeks. His hand moved in time with the lecture on his mini iPad. From the couple of glances you could steal from his notes, even his handwriting could serve as an official font.
Whenever it was time for breakout group work, students nearly tripped down the steps, hoping to get into his group. Being assigned to Jungkook's project almost guaranteed a good grade. I wish you were bold enough to strike up a conversation unrelated to classwork.
But it would take a month’s work of courage building excercises before you could foresee yourself having a conversation with him.
That was until, you walked into Calculus II. Expecting to have your day ruined with one of Dr.Kane’s surprise pop quiz that was 10% of your grade. You walked into class staring at the formulas you just learned in the previous lecture. Your grade is currently 88. Dr. Kane based his grades on four heavily weighted exams and his pop quizzes. And the next exam wasn’t scheduled until next month. You were looking for any opportunity to give your grade a boost to the ‘A’ category.
Entering the classroom not too long after you. The classroom chatter settled as they waited for him to start the lecture. You took your seat beside Jungkook.
“Good morning, class. I have received many emails over the weekend asking for extra credit opportunities, since I do not grade your homework. Per my syllabus, I do not provide extra credit, and I will be abiding by that rule.”
Your classmates groaned at the news.
“However, I like to think of myself as a fair teacher and would like to propose an alternative.” This caught your attention, as you stopped looking at your notes.
“I will allow you all to take the next exam as a group if you all fill out the course evaluations and give me high reviews.”
Intrigued by the offer, you watched Dr. Kane write on the whiteboard. He divided the board.
“The easiest way to decide this is by a vote. Raise your hand if you want to take the next exam as a group.”
It was almost comical how everyone’s hand was raised. Dr. Kane scanned the room.
“Alright, it appears as if everyone has spoken. Please open your Canvas to see your groups.”
Your eyes widened, as if you'd just walked into a trap. One brave student raised her hand, asking the question that was probably on everyone’s mind.
“We don’t get to choose our own groups?”
“No. I ran the statistical analysis, and since the majority of students in here have a B average, it would not benefit those with B’s and A’s to be in the same group. Canvas has randomized you, and those are the people you will be working with for the next exam.”
You crossed your toes, hoping that the software program had not screwed you over. This was your chance, you had been waiting for, to boost your grade.
You stared at the projection screen at the front of the lecture hall, your heart doing an uncomfortable flip as you read your name under Group 7. And right there, two names above yours: Jeon Jungkook.
Your crush. Your completely-out-of-your-league, devastatingly handsome crush was in your group.
“Looks like we’re together,” a nasally voice said beside you. You turned to find a guy with thick-rimmed glasses and a graphic tee featuring what looked like a level 80 wizard. “I’m Ethan. That’s Marcus and Lily.” He gestured to two others approaching—Marcus clutching a laptop covered in coding stickers, Lily with her hair in a messy bun and a Dungeons & Dragons manual peeking out of her backpack.
“Oh, hey—” you started, but Lily’s eyes widened.
“Wait. You’re in our group?” She looked between you and the screen, then back at you with obvious confusion. “I thought you’d be too busy with, like, sorority stuff for a project like this.”
You blinked. “Sorry, what?”
“Aren’t you rushing Kappa Delta?” Marcus asked, adjusting his glasses. “My roommate said you’re, like, a shoo-in.”
Your stomach sank as realization hit. “You think I’m my sister. Athena.”
Three blank faces stared at you.
“I’m not Thea. I’m her twin, but we’re… we’re not the same person.” You tried to keep your voice steady, tried not to let it sting that your own groupmates didn’t even know you existed as a separate entity.
“Oh.” Lily’s enthusiasm visibly deflated. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t realize—”
“It’s fine,” you said quickly, even though it wasn’t. It never was.
Then Jungkook walked over, backpack slung over one shoulder, looking effortlessly perfect. Your heart stuttered.
“Hey, Group 7?” he asked with an easy smile. His eyes landed on you, and for a brief, wonderful second, you thought maybe he recognized you from your shared Intro to Psychology class last semester. “You’re Athena’s sister, right?”
And there it was. The final blow.
“Yeah,” you managed, forcing something resembling a smile. “That’s me. Athena’s sister.”
Not your own person. Not someone worth knowing independently. Just… Athena’s sister.
“Cool, cool.” Jungkook seemed oblivious to your internal crisis. “So, should we exchange info? Make a group chat or something?”
“Discord?” Marcus suggested immediately, perking up.
“Sure,” Jungkook agreed with a shrug.
You pulled out your phone, fingers moving on autopilot as everyone exchanged usernames. The group chat materialized quickly: Group 7 - Algebros.
Ethan: ok so when r we meeting up?
Marcus: tomorrow? library 3rd floor?
Lily: works for me
Jungkook: yeah im free after 2
You hesitated, then typed.
You: 2pm works
Jungkook: cool see u guys then
You locked your phone and shoved it in your pocket, trying to ignore the weird ache in your chest. Tomorrow you’d sit across from Jungkook and be invisible. Tomorrow, you’d be Athena's less interesting twin while working with people who thought they’d gotten the wrong sister.
Perfect.
The campus gym’s studio room was flooded with late afternoon light, mirrors reflecting your shaking legs as you held a plank position that made your entire core burn.
“And hold… five, four, three…” the instructor counted down.
You collapsed onto your mat with a groan at the same time Athena did, both of you breathing hard.
“I hate you for convincing me this was a good idea,” you panted.
“You love me,” Athena shot back, her pink matching set still looking annoyingly pristine despite the workout. Her headband kept every hair in place, while you were pretty sure your dad’s vintage Radiohead tee was developing new sweat patterns. “Besides, you said you needed to blow off steam.”
“I said I needed ice cream and a nap.”
“This is better.” Athena sat up, stretching her arms overhead. “So are you going to tell me why you’re stressed, or do I have to drag it out of you?”
You sighed, moving into a seated position. “Got assigned to a group project today.”
“And?”
“And my crush is in it.”
Athena’s eyes lit up immediately. “Okay, that’s amazing—”
“Everyone thought I was you,” you continued flatly. “Including him.”
Her expression softened. “Oh. Babe, I’m sorry—”
“It’s fine.” You grabbed your water bottle, taking a long drink to avoid her sympathetic look. “I’m used to it.”
“It’s not fine, and you shouldn’t have to be used to it,” Athena said firmly, but before she could continue, her gaze shifted to something behind you. Her eyebrows shot up. “Okay, don’t look now, but there’s a really hot guy by the weights who keeps glancing over here.”
You turned around before you could stop yourself.
Jungkook. Of course, it was Jungkook.
He was at the cable machine, biceps flexing as he pulled down on the bar, and—oh god, he was looking in your direction. You whipped back around so fast you nearly gave yourself whiplash.
“That’s him,” you hissed at Athena. “That’s the crush.”
Athena’s grin turned absolutely devious. “Oh, he’s cute. Okay, so here’s what you’re going to do—”
“No.”
“You’re going to casually walk over there—”
“Absolutely not.”
“Ask him to spot you or something—”
“Athena, I will leave you here.”
“Come on!” Athena grabbed your arm as you tried to stand. “This is perfect! You’re all cute and athletic, he’s working out, it’s like a rom-com meet-cute!”
“We’re already in a group project together. The meeting has been met. The cuteness has been… cut.” You stumbled over the words, flustered.
“Exactly, so you already have an in! Just go say hi. Mention the project. Flirt a little.”
You stared at her like she’d suggested you spontaneously combust. “He thinks I’m ‘Athena’s sister,’ which is somehow worse.”
“So correct him! Be memorable!”
“In this?” You gestured at your dad’s oversized band tee and your basic biker shorts. Meanwhile, Athena looked like she’d stepped out of an athleisure catalog.
“You look cute. That vintage tee is cool, and you know it.” Athena was already scheming; you could see it in her eyes. “Okay, what if I go over there and—”
“No.” Your voice came out sharp. “Athena, I’m serious. Do not wingwoman this. Do not talk to him. Do not even look at him.”
“But—”
“Promise me.” You grabbed both her hands, looking her dead in the eye. “I will handle this myself. In my own way. Which is to say, not at all, and definitely not today.”
Athena deflated slightly, but she squeezed your hands back. “You know you’re just as interesting as me, right? Just as worth knowing?”
Your throat tightened unexpectedly. “The instructor’s starting the next set,” you said instead of answering, because if you tried to respond to that, you might actually cry in the middle of advanced Pilates.
Athena gave you a look that said this conversation wasn’t over, but she let it drop. “Fine. But for the record, vintage Radiohead tee beats pink matching set any day for actual personality points.”
“You’re wearing the pink matching set.”
“Exactly. I would know.”
Despite everything, you smiled. And when you got back into position for the next exercise, you very deliberately did not look at the weight section again.
Maybe it was wrong of you to expect this meeting with your groupmates to be productive. Jungkook was running late, as his car was having trouble. Leaving you with Ethan, Marcus, and Lily. Who were currently in the middle of an intense debate.
“There is no way the DC is better than Marvel. Are you smoking crack?” Marcus looked at Ethan like he burned him.
“DC characters have actual depth to them. They actually go through a character arc that is worth reading.”
“Not true!”
“You just like staring at the female characters.” Ethan accused.
“I can’t help it I have eyes.” Marcus shrugged off the accusation. His lips folded to make an upside-down ‘U’.
“Guys,” you cut in for what felt like the tenth time this hour. Every attempt you made to steer the conversation to Calculus was ignored.
“Can we please just do the first page of the study guide?” You held up the paper you graciously printed for the group.
“Stay out of this!” They said in unison and immediately went back to arguing.
You looked to Lily, hoping for backup, but she was in her own world. Moving her character on the D&D board, she brought to the library. Safe to say she completely checked out.
Thirty minutes. You'd been trying to get this group to focus for thirty minutes, and you had exactly zero notes to show for it.
"Okay, you know what?" You stood abruptly, shoving your laptop into your bag. "I have somewhere else to be."
Neither Marcus nor Ethan seemed to notice. They were now arguing about which fictional heroine was more attractive.
You walked out of the library, your frustration mounting with each step. The cool evening air hit your face as you pushed through the doors, and you checked your phone. 6:47 PM. If you hurried, you could still make it to the student center before—
Your phone buzzed.
Group 7 - Algebros
Jungkook: Is everyone still at the library?
Marcus: someone please tell this dingus that Black Widow is not more attractive than Jean Grey
Jungkook: Dingus?
Ethan: How dare you :( !! You.. you.. pinhead
You didn’t, brother. Letting them talk to themselves in the groupchat.
The student center’s basement was exactly where you needed to be. You could hear the excited chatter before you could open the door to Room A6.
“Toby’s Spider-Man is a classic. He is the best adaptation of Peter Parker that we have gotten.”
“Are you defending a 26-year-old man playing a high schooler?”
You slipped inside and immediately felt yourself relax. Posters of various Spider-Man iterations covered the walls- Tobey, Andrew, Tom, and Miles. It appeared as if you walked into a Socratic seminar combined with four corners. A representative from each side stepped into the circle to explain why the actor did the character justice.
About fifteen people were scattered around the room, some stood in their corner and others sat on the floor.
Oh, hey! New person!" A girl with box braids and a vintage Spider-Man hoodie waved you over. Her blush was bright pink against her cool complexion. She dressed as if she came straight out of an anime universe. A buttoned cardigan, flared skirt, tights and leg warmers. Her braids were in a light honey blonde color that loosely woven into a jumbo braid, laying on her chest. "Come sit! I'm Jade, club president and Peter Parker apologist."
"All Peters or specifically one?" you asked, dropping your bag and settling onto a beanbag chair.
"See, that's the right question." Jade grinned. "What's your name?"
“✰”
"Cool. That's Tyler, he's our Andrew Garfield defender—"
"The Amazing Spider-Man was over-hated!" Tyler was now in the center of the room, rattling off facts about Garfield's portrayal a mile a minute.
" That's Priya, Jin, and Sophie." Jade gestured around the circle. "We're debating the definitive Spider-Man actors. You have opinions?"
"Unpopular opinion, I think Tom Holland really did capture what a 21st-century Peter Parker would be.” You said without hesitation.
"Thank you!" Sophie threw her hands up. "Finally, someone with taste!"
And just like that, you were in. No one asked if you were related to anyone. No one looked at you with confused recognition. No one expected you to be someone else.
Tyler was passionately defending Spider-Man’s symbiote. Priya was pulling up her frame-by-frame analysis of the Spider-Verse animation style on her laptop. Jade was orchestrating the chaos like a conductor with an orchestra.
"Would you rather have Spider-Man's powers but everyone you love is in constant danger, or no powers but everyone's safe?"
"That's literally just asking if we'd want to be Spider-Man," you pointed out.
"Exactly! That's the point!"
"No powers, easy," Tyler said. "I'm too anxious for that responsibility."
"Powers," you and Sophie said simultaneously, then grinned at each other.
"With great power comes great responsibility and all that." you added.
"Oh, she even quotes Uncle Ben. I like her." Jade nodded approvingly. "You're coming back next week, right? We're doing a watch party for the original Raimi trilogy."
"Absolutely," you said, and meant it.
Your phone buzzed again in your pocket, probably the group chat descending into more chaos, but you ignored it. For the first time all day, you weren't Mina's sister or the forgotten twin or the girl nobody noticed.
It was 11:47 PM, and you were three Red Bulls deep into creating a study guide that your groupmates would probably never look at.
Your laptop screen blurred slightly as you typed out another bullet point about parasocial relationships and media theory. The document was color-coded, annotated, and had helpful examples—because if this project was going to be a disaster, at least you’d have good notes.
A notification popped up in the corner of your screen.
Jungkook is now online.
Your fingers froze over the keyboard.
It was nearly midnight. He was online. On Discord. You stared at the little green dot next to his username like it might disappear if you blinked.
Before you could overthink it, another notification appeared.
Jungkook is typing…
Group 7 - Algebros
Jungkook: anyone else still awake or just me
Your heart did a stupid little flip. Play it cool. Be normal.
You: unfortunately awake
You: working on the study guide
Jungkook: oh damn ur dedicated
Jungkook: i was gonna work on the real exam but marcus and ethan are still arguing about the answer to question 3.
Jungkook: They are both wrong lmao
You glanced at the chat. Sure enough, there were 47 unread messages of them debating the answer to the integrals.
You: yeah i muted notifs after message 20
Jungkook: smart
Jungkook: hey u wanna voice chat? might be easier than typing
Oh no.
Oh no no no.
You: sure
Your hands were shaking slightly as you put on your headphones and joined the voice channel. There was a brief moment of static, then—
“Hello?” Jungkook’s voice came through, warm and a little tired. “Can you hear me?”
“Yeah, hi.” You tried to sound casual and not like your heart was attempting to escape your chest.
“Cool, cool.” You heard him shifting around, the creak of a chair. “So, uh, about the exam. I was thinking we could maybe divide it into sections? Then double checks answers before we submit it?.”
“That could work,” you said, pulling up a blank document. “We could each take a page and then combine them at the end.”
“See, this is why I’m glad you’re in our group. You actually make sense.”
You smiled despite yourself. “The bar is on the floor.”
He laughed, and the sound made your stomach flutter. “Fair point. Okay, so I was thinking—wait, is that a Spider-Man poster behind you?”
You glanced at your webcam, which you’d forgotten was on, then at the massive Miles Morales poster on your wall. “Oh. Yeah.”
“Dude, that’s sick! Is that the limited edition one from the Across the Spider-Verse release?”
“You know about that?”
“Know about it? I stood in line for three hours trying to get one, and they sold out.” He sounded genuinely impressed. “Where’d you get it?”
“Comic shop downtown. They had like two left.” You were sitting up straighter now, your nervousness fading into genuine excitement. “Wait, you’re into Spider-Man?”
“Are you kidding? Spider-Man is like—he’s the best superhero, hands down.”
“Oh my god, finally someone who gets it!” You were grinning now. “Everyone always wants to argue about Batman or Deadpool, but Spider-Man is literally—”
“—the most relatable hero!” Jungkook finished. “Like, he’s just a kid trying to do the right thing and constantly getting screwed over by life.”
“Exactly! And the whole power and responsibility thing actually means something because he’s not a billionaire or a god, he’s just—”
“—some guy from Queens!”
You both laughed, and suddenly you weren’t nervous anymore. You were just talking to someone who actually understood.
“Totally!” He sounded so relieved. “My roommate keeps saying No Way Home and I’m like, that’s not even close.”
“No Way Home is good for nostalgia, but Spider-Verse is literally a perfect film.”
“The animation! The story! The music!”
For the next forty-five minutes, you completely forgot about the study guide. You talked about his iconic suits, debated whether Gwen Stacy deserved better, analyzed the themes of Miles Morales’s journey, and even got into a deep dive about Spider-Man PS4.
“Wait, wait,” you said, suddenly remembering. “There’s a club is doing a Raimi trilogy marathon next week. At the student center. You should come.”
There was a pause. “There’s a Spider-Man club?”
“Yeah, they meet Thursdays. It’s pretty chill, just people who are way too invested in a guy in spandex.”
“That sounds amazing, actually.” He sounded genuinely excited. “Can I really just… show up?”
“Yeah, of course! I’ll text you the details.”
“Okay, yeah. I’m definitely coming.” Another pause, then his voice got a little softer. “This is cool, by the way. Finding someone who’s into this stuff.”
“What, Spider-Man?”
“Spider-Man, yeah, but also just—” He hesitated. “I don’t know, people at this school are weird about hobbies sometimes. Like, I’m into working out and fitness, but I also love comics and video games, and people always act surprised that those things can coexist.”
“People are really into boxes,” you agreed. “My twin is the ‘popular’ one, so everyone just assumes I’m exactly like her.”
“That’s annoying.”
“Very.”
“For what it’s worth,” Jungkook said, and you could hear the smile in his voice, “I think the vintage band tees and Spider-Man posters thing you have going on is way cooler than whatever the popular crowd is doing.”
Your cheeks heated. “You noticed my band tees?”
“I mean, yeah. You wore that Radiohead one at the gym yesterday. It looked good.”
Oh. Oh.
“Thanks,” you managed, trying to sound normal and not like you were internally screaming.
“So,” he continued, and was there a slightly flirtatious edge to his voice now? “Study guide. We should probably actually work on that before it’s tomorrow.”
“Right. Yeah. The study guide. That’s… why we’re here.”
“Totally why we’re here.” He was definitely smiling. “But after we finish, you have to tell me your ranking of all the Spider-Man villains.”
“Only if you tell me yours.”
“Deal.”
You pulled up the study guide document, your heart doing complicated acrobatics in your chest. Jungkook started reading through what you’d already written, making impressed noises. You realized something:
* here’s a little rundown of all my current works in progress. basically everything sitting in my drafts that i eventually plan to work on. there’s no set release date for any of these, so please don’t expect updates quickly. i have a life, a job, and actual responsibilities outside of tumblr, so these will come out whenever i have the motivation for it. which one are you looking forward to?
extra credit ▋ jungkook series
nerdy tutor!jungkook x mean girl!reader ╲ writing
nerdy jungkook who grew up fine as hell → you the mean girl who cannot stand being academically humbled by him… until you can.
tethered ▋ taehyung series
yandere!taehyung x childhood friend!reader ╲ writing
childhood best friends → college roommates → the slow realization that taehyung might love you a little too much to ever let you go.
midnight clientele ▋ yoongi oneshot
drug dealer!yoongi x stripper!reader ╲ drafts
a dangerous unbothered drug dealer keeps meeting you after your shifts on the pole.
cyber sex ▋ jimin mini series
pornstar!jimin x camgirl!reader ╲ writing
underground camgirl reader → celebrity pornstar jimin team up for a collab video that turns into something way more intense than either expected.
future husband ▋ seokjin mini series
ceo!seokjin x assistant!reader ╲ drafts
ceo seokjin, who’s charming, polished, and impossible to read → the assistant who’s been by his side long enough to know every version of him. a harmless crush turns into something neither of you can ignore when seokjin starts acting like he’s already chosen you for a future you’ve never even talked about.
college professor ▋ namjoon headcanons
college professor!namjoon x college student!reader ╲ drafts
nasty headcanons about college professor namjoon indulging in his fantasies about his a+ student.
bad timing ▋ hoseok oneshot
director!hoseok x actress!reader ╲ drafts
running into your ex again was not on the agenda… but apparently neither were all the unresolved feelings that come with him.
☾ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Namjoon can't sleep more than three hours. Eden's in desperate need of fast cash. When a desperate girl and exhausted idol meet through a cuddle service what starts as a miserable arrangement builds into something more.
☾ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Idol Namjoon x Black Fem OC
☾ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ MDNI, Profanity/Coarse Language, Namjoon can be rude at times, Insomniac Namjoon, Emotional Distress, Anxiety, possible slow uploads
☾ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: Slow burn, Strangers to Lovers, Black Reader, Angst, Forced Proximity, Contractual Intimacy (Non sexual), Cuddle Service AU, Mutual Healing, Eventual Smut
☾ 𝐖𝐂: 6.1k
Status: ONGOING
FOUR
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Eden walked down the street with a little pep in her step as she neared Dawoon's apartment. It was Monday and she was ten minutes late.
And Dawoon didn't do late.
Eden learned that over the last three sessions they've had. Dawoon lived by his routine, down to the minute, and her being late could throw off his whole schedule. Every Monday and Thursday she always made sure to plan her day around their sessions to ensure she would be right on time, but unfortunately for her every worst possible thing that could have happened today did and she was paying the price for it. Now she was standing outside of his door hoping and praying he wouldn't freak out on her.
Out of breath, she straightened herself out before giving the door three slow knocks.
It opened immediately.
Dawoon stood there looking stressed. His hair disheveled, eyes filled with anxiety, and his hands balled up at his sides. She could tell he had been pacing. Her tardiness definitely the cause.
"Dawoon I am so sorry!" She rushed out, exchanging her shoes for slippers. "The bus was late."
He didn't answer. His eyes darting from hers to the clock. His fingers busy squeezing at his arm for comfort like he did the night they met. This went on for a minute before he finally let out an admission, his voice soft. "I thought you forgot about me."
Her heart dropped. He didn't even know that her sessions with him had become the highlight of her week. She could never forget about him. Her cuddle sessions with Dawoon had slowly turned into therapy. Her the client, him her honest and blunt therapist. She couldn't recall what prompted the change, but she knew Mondays and Thursdays were now easily her favorite days of the week, and she hated he felt that way.
"How could I forget someone as cool as you?" She said, giving him an exaggerated pout hoping to put his mind at ease.
It seemed to work because a goofy grin broke out on the man's face instantly, "I am pretty cool."
Eden let out a laugh, the tension breaking as she climbed into his bed. The fresh smell of laundry overwhelmed her in the best way as she made herself comfortable. The smell always encouraging her to melt into his sheets. She loved this smell. Almost as much as her new found love for sandalwood and amber. Namjoon's smell.
It had been a week since their last session. A week of no texts and the lingering feeling of guilt for chatting the whole time when she should have been encouraging him to sleep.
Had she talked too much?
Was she fired?
Was he upset?
The bed dipped beside her as Dawoon settled under his weighted blanket. She waited for his little nod, the signal he was ready, before wrapping her body around him giving him a big squeeze. His body relaxed in her hold instantly.
"Hey Dawoon," she whispered after a few moments.
"Yes."
"What would it take for you to never book with me again?"
He shrugged, "I don't know. Probably if you stunk. Or if your voice was annoying like this girl's in my class."
She gasped, "Wowwww! So you'd fire me if my voice was annoying?"
"Yes," he answered. No hesitation at all.
What a brutal man.
"Why do you ask? Is this about my counterpart?"
Eden laughed. Dawoon had been calling Namjoon his counterpart ever since she started ranting about their sessions to him. He had been treating the idol like his evil twin. "I haven't heard from him in a while. Just wondering if I'm fired that's all"
"If he wanted to fire you he would have fired you when you called him a dickhead to his face."
She winced. He did have a good point. Namjoon had countless of opportunities to fire her. Like the time she fell asleep or the day she showed up unbeknownst to him. Maybe she was just thinking too much into it.
"You're right. He's probably just busy." The media had been buzzing lately with rumors of a BTS comeback. She was sure he was probably just swamped with his duties as an idol.
Her excuse for him still not easing the embarrassment of jumping at every notification, thinking it was him.
"If you're so curious just text him first," Dawoon murmured. "What's the worst he can say?"
There were a million things Namjoon could say that would probably make her want to bury herself alive, but she couldn't admit that out loud. "I don't know...Fuck off?"
"He wouldn't say that," Dawoon sighed. "You're a nice person."
His words hit her harder than she knew he intended. She squeezed him tighter. "Thanks Dawoon. You give me too much credit."
"I'm not. You are nice," he nodded. "Nice people shouldn't be cursed at."
She smiled.
"I don't think he believes that, but maybe I can convince him yeah?"
"Yeah."
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The sounds of tapping fingers and Jungkook's hums filled the HYBE conference room as they waited for their meeting with the concept team to start. The group was having a hard time finalizing a tracklist for the album. They had over 200 songs to choose from, so it was suggested they held a meeting to pick a final concept to guide them in the right direction.
Namjoon was running off of an hour of sleep and pure adrenaline. Him, Yoongi, and Hoseok had been in the studio with producers for days deliberating and tweaking songs. The only difference between Namjoon and the rest of rapline was the fact that they went home and got a good nights sleep. Namjoon didn't even leave the Hybe building once this week. His apartment collecting dust and his plants left to be watered by Mr. Song at the front desk.
He knew by the way everyone gave him looks of sympathy and worry that he looked horrible. His own reflection scaring him every time he passed by a mirror. His face pale and sunken in, the bags under his eyes more prominent.
The conference room soon filled with bodies and mood boards, none Namjoon could bring himself to focus on. The sounds of their voices had long been replaced by a pounding in his head. A migraine settling right into his temples taking all of his attention away from the task at hand.
From across the table Yoongi looked at him with concern etched deep into his face. He could always tell when Namjoon was in pain because the man would unknowingly scrunch his eyebrows together and hold a slight grimace on his face. No longer able to see his friend in obvious pain he cut the meeting, "Let's take fifteen."
Reluctantly, the staff agreed stepping outside of the room to give them privacy.
As soon as the door of the conference room clicked shut, six pairs of eyes turned to Namjoon with looks of worry.
"Hyung you need to go rest," Jungkook spoke out, voice cracking. The corner of his eyes brimmed with tears. He always had a soft spot when it came to Namjoon and seeing him hurt made him hurt too.
Putting on a brave face Namjoon waved the boy's concern off, "Hyung is okay Kook-ah. Don't cry."
Yoongi wasn't having it today, "Namjoon give me your phone so I can call Eden. This has gone on too long."
Something snapped in Namjoon.
"I don't need a girl to sleep Yoongi! I just need this whole process to be fucking over," he exclaimed, annoyed at the fact they thought Eden was just going to solve all of his problems.
"Bullshit Namjoon! You are tired and need to go home." Hoseok shot from his side of the table, his voice low by a few octaves so you knew he was being serious.
Namjoon ran his hands over his face, irritated that they all were trying to tell him what to do, "There's too much shit to do I can't just fucking leave."
"But you can and you will," Hoseok replied sternly. "You aren't ANY fucking help if you're a walking zombie Namjoon. Stop being so stubborn and take care of yourself for gods sake!"
The slam of Hoseok's hand against the table caused everyone to flinch. He was always scary when he was upset, but he never directed his anger towards a member like this, let alone Namjoon.
Looking around the room his heart broke looking at the faces of his brothers. Jungkook and Jimin were crying silent tears while the rest of the members tried to calm them. The rest of his protests long forgotten.
"Go home Namjoon."
His shoulders dropped in defeat. He didn't want to leave, but he didn't have much of a choice. His presence wasn't doing anything but making the atmosphere unbearable to be in.
Standing, he gave them a quick nod of his head and left the room. The staff in the hallway jumping at his sudden departure.
He called a car to the front and sat in silence the whole way home, admiring the people who walked the streets of Seoul living their day to day lives not even knowing who was in the car riding past them.
A flash of ginger hair on the sidewalk brought back memories of Eden's soft, fluffy curls and warm vanilla shampoo.
He remembered the way her body melted and molded into his the second he wrapped his arms around her.
How she fit as if she was made just for him.
How he fell asleep from the warmth of her body against his.
How he slept.
He didn't want to need her, but right now he didn't have much of a choice.
Fuck it.
rpwprpwp: Need you tonight.
He tossed his phone on the seat next to him letting out a deep sigh. He could have worded his text differently or elaborated a little more, but he didn't have time for that nor did he care. She knew what he meant.
His phone buzzed not even a minute later.
gardenofeden: On my way.
Relief pooled in his stomach.
Simple and straight to the point. He liked that. He wasn't up for the back and forth of it all tonight.
When he got home he immediately beelined to the bathroom for a shower. Always finding comfort in pretending he could wash the day away under the pellets of water. Steam quickly curled up against the glass of his shower door - a sign the water was probably a little too hot, but he ignored it on a mission for any type of relief.
His muscles twitched beneath the spray of scalding water running down his back. He rolled his shoulders in a feeble attempt to alleviate the knots in them, days of endless work and tension finally catching up to him. His body sagged forward, his head resting on the cool tile. His eyelids were heavy. Too heavy. Everything inside of him screaming for sleep, but he knew it wouldn't come. Not without-
He pushed the thought away. His lack of sleep had his mind all messed up.
He stayed leaned like that for a while just letting the water run down his body as he let out shallow breaths. The burning sensation behind his eyes was back, taunting him of his lack of sleep.
He scrubbed through his routine blindly, hand missing his shampoo bottle three times. The weight of his body grew heavier the longer he stood there. His knees threatening to buckle at any minute. Pushing himself off the wall he cut the water off and stepped out.
The cold air outside of the glass walls cleared the haze from his head, grounding him long enough for him to dry off and pull on a pair of sweats and a shirt. He couldn't have been bothered to do anything else.
Eden arrived just as he walked out of his room. The loud melody of the doorbell announcing her arrival. He froze, eyes shifting to the intercom. There she was biting her lip again. A habit of hers he couldn't get behind.
Another wave of nausea hit, pushing him forward. He unlocked the door and pulled it open, breaking the barrier between them.
They locked eyes.
Her eyes instantly softened as she took in the sight of him, the worry in them unmistakable. He despised pity, most people finding themselves victim to a harsh glare or muttered curse. With Eden though, he didn't feel the same. It was almost endearing...like he was flattered she cared.
Her soft voice broke their staring contest. "Why didn't you call me sooner Namjoon?"
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The man in front of her looked nothing like the Namjoon she was used to. Since she's known him Insomnia was always present in his looks, but this was different. The crescents under his eyes had grown darker, his skin was pale and tight with pain, his body hunched over like he could barely hold himself up. His eyes didn't even look focused or alert. His stare far away as if he was looking through her and not at her.
When he didn't answer, Eden pushed past him gently to step into the penthouse. The sound of her shuffling into the extra pair of slippers filling the quiet space. When she heard the soft click of the door behind her, she turned her attention back to him.
Namjoon was leaning with his back against the door and his eyes closed. His knees bent like they couldn't bear to hold him up any longer.
"Namjoon?" Worried, she rushed over wrapping her arm around his waist before he could slide down the wall. His skin burning under her hand, the deep cut of his muscle shirt offering no coverage. "Hey...what's going on?" She whispered softly, steadying him.
He sagged into her touch, unsteady. She guided him towards the couch, shifting their weight causing her to stumble a few times. They had almost made it when he shook his head no. "Bedroom," he murmured, voice rough.
She threw away her number one rule of staying in a neutral place when she noticed the tremble of his legs and his face pinched with pain. He needed to be comfortable.
Eden walked down the hallway holding up as much of his weight as she could, glancing up at him every now and then to make sure he was okay on their journey. When they reached his room Namjoon grimaced sharply, something in the space bothering him.
"Hey," she murmured, squeezing his side to get his attention. "What's wrong?"
"Too much light."
Of course it was the lights. The soft lighting of the living room transitioned into harsh florescent lighting the second they stepped into his room. He had the big light on instead of the bedside lamps. Scrambling, she guided him onto the bed gently before running around the room to fix the lighting.
"Is this better? I have a client who likes dim lighting during our sessions too, so don't hesitate to tell me if it needs to be darker."
"S'fine," he said, jaw clenched.
She walked over to his side of the bed and pulled back his blanket, her voice softening. "Here. Get under, and I'll get behind you. We can spoon tonight."
He didn't argue. He just collapsed on the mattress like he couldn't sit up anymore, slipping beneath the covers without hesitation. Once he was okay, she crawled into bed behind him and wrapped her arm lightly around his waist.
Head rested on his back she didn't hesitate to breathe in his scent, the smell settling the worry in her chest. She wasn't prepared to see him like this. Whatever he'd been dealing with this week, paired with the insomnia, was eating him alive. And even though he was an asshole, seeing him unravel like this stung.
For a while they lay in silence, breathing in sync, until he abruptly groaned.
She blinked. She didn't realize he was still awake.
He sat up breaking their embrace.
"This is not working," he snapped. "My fucking head feels like it's going to explode."
She pushed herself up, eyes catching his in the dim light. They were glassy, pained, and unfocused.
"Have you taken any medicine?" She asked carefully.
He shot her a glare. "Obviously Eden."
Okay. Dumb question.
She scanned the room helpless. Lights already dim. The room quiet. He'd already taken medicine. And still he sat in pain, hands gripping his head, body rocking like he needed any kind of distraction from what was happening inside his skull.
Her gaze landed on her phone. Maybe Sunhi would know what to do.
"I'll be right back," she whispered, slipping into the hallway as quiet as she could.
Sunhi picked up on the first ring.
"Hey girl! You on your way home?"
The sweet sound of her friend's voice eased something in her chest.
"Hey Sun. I'm with a client and he's having a really bad headache. He's taken medicine, the lights are down, and it's quiet. What do I do?"
"Hmmm." She hummed thoughtfully. "Maybe a temple massage? Remember my mom used to give them to us when we were younger?"
Eden smacked her forehead. How didn't she think of that?
"Sun, you're a genius. I love you."
"I know," she said, voice cocky. Then whiny. "I am a little jealous though."
Eden's eyebrows shot up.
"...Why?"
"You get to have a hot man between your legs while you give him a massage!" Pout evident in her voice. "No fair."
Eden froze. Oh. Right. That position.
"Hello?? You still there E?"
"Yeah, I'm here."
Sunhi let out a dramatic groan, "Please dont do that thing where you think too much E! Just go with the flow and help the man out."
That was easy for her to say. She didn't have to go back into that bedroom and tell a very tall, handsome, and moody idol to get between her legs so she can make him feel better.
Maybe it didn't have to be worded like that, but still.
A soft groan traveled into the hall.
"Thanks Sun gotta go."
She hung up and walked back into the room. Her heart beating a mile a minute, the anxiety of the situation getting to her. She grabbed her folder of positions from her bag and climbed back into the bed, back against the headboard.
"Namjoon?" She whispered, terrified to be too loud.
He shifted, turning his head toward her. "Hm?"
"T-there's a cuddle position in my folder. If we position ourselves like it I could give your temples a massage. Only if you want it!" She rushed out, wincing at the slight raise of her voice.
He took the folder, barely glanced at the open page, and tossed it aside.
"That's fine," he muttered. "Open your legs."
She felt a pool of warmth rush to her lower body, 100% sure he got her a little wet with his words. Her face grew hot. She was a terrible person. This man was in pain and all she could think about was how she'd like him between her legs doing something else.
She obviously didn't move fast enough for him because his hands pulled her legs apart like it was nothing, and he settled his head right between her thighs.
Startled by his boldness, she looked at him slack jawed.
Did he have no shame?
Her hands ran through his hair, rubbing slow circles, starting the massage. He let out a deep, relieved hum. His scrunched eyebrows relaxing, his shoulders following soon after.
10 minutes into the massage his deep voice cut through the silence. "How much time's left?"
She paused, she hadn't started a timer. So caught up in trying to help.
"I can't lie...I forgot to track the time."
He looked up at her, his hand resting on her thigh to pull himself up. Jaw clenched like he was choosing his next words carefully.
Breaking eye contact, she absent mindedly continued to stroke his hair to distract herself from their position.
His hair was cut short, the tips dyed almost a silver blonde color. His hair pretty damn soft for someone who dyed it often.
"Can you forget the timer?" He murmured. "Just stay?"
Her eyes cut to him. He was asking her to spend the night?
"Namjoon-"
"I wouldn't be asking if I didn't need it Eden."
Her mind spun. This broke every rule she set for herself. Every rule of the service.
One could argue she's already spent the night, but that time was an accident. This time it would be intentional, and she didn't know if she could do that.
"How much money do you want?"
Her lip curled up in disgust. Now it just sounded like she was an escort or something.
"It's not about money. It's about professionalism."
He flipped his body. Head still between her thighs but he was on his stomach now.
"Nothing about this arrangement is professional Eden. Show me on any aptitude test where 'cuddler' is listed as a profession," he said annoyed. "I'm literally laid between your legs, inches away from your pussy and you're preaching about professionalism. What a joke."
Now he was just being rude. Pushing him away she climbed out of the bed, on the verge of tears.
He sighed, "Eden where are you going?"
"Home."
She grabbed her bag off the floor pushing through the door.
"Shit. I'm sorry just come back."
He was shuffling off the bed now. Eden not caring as she took adamant steps to the door.
"Eden can you just hold up a second damn!"
She made it to the hallway when her steps faltered giving Namjoon the opportunity to grab her arm. He turned her around, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.
She shoved him away. "Get the fuck off me."
He froze.
"You are actually so fucking rude. Do you know that?" Her voice shook. "I have been nothing but kind to you. I've been worried about you! And as soon as it comes to a boundary I have set for this job you treat me like a fucking prostitute and shit on a service YOU use!" She exclaimed, poking his chest. "You think I want to put myself in the position to cuddle strangers all the fucking time?! I do it because I have to!"
A tear slipped from her eye, face growing hot in anger. She didn't know why his words affected her so much, but something about the whole situation triggered her.
He stepped forward reaching out for her. She moved back, trembling.
"Eden," he whispered.
She shook her head, "No."
He took another step, and another. Then his arms wrapped around her, pulling her into his embrace, chin resting on her head.
She was crying harder now.
She hated how sensitive she was.
Hated how easily she folded into him.
This wasn't even that serious. She should have been able to just say fuck off and never see him again, but she always had a hard time saying no. Always had a hard time being mean, even if someone was mean to her.
"I'm sorry," he murmured into her hair. "Please don't cry baby."
If anyone saw them they'd think it was a lovers quarrel, but in reality they didn't know each other from a can of paint. Yet she still let the man hold her close and whisper small apologies.
Pulling back from his chest she wiped her tears, still trapped in his arms but not as close. "You're an asshole."
He chuckled softly and tugged her back into his chest. "I know baby I'm sorry," his large hand stroking her back.
There he went with 'baby' again. He was so confusing. Dealing with him gave her whiplash. One minute he was a complete asshole and the next he was soft and comforting. She really didn't know how much more she could handle.
"Can we just go back inside please?" he asked quietly. "Cuddle how we were? I promise I won't push you to stay. I just need another hour."
Unable to resist the sorry look on his face she nodded and followed him back to the bedroom.
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They didn't say anything else when they got to Namjoon's bedroom - only communicating through looks and small touches. He guided her back into bed before climbing in himself, giving her leg a small tap to open up.
Her hands found their way back into his hair as soon as he settled between her warm thighs. The warmth and pressure of her hands taking the tension from his body.
He felt bad for making her cry. He didn't mean to. He just panicked.
She was the first thing to give him a sense of peace in days, and when she tried to take it away, he lashed out like a kid losing their favorite toy.
He rubbed circles on the top of her thighs. Head rested on the inside of her right leg. Her smell was intoxicating in this position. Like warm vanilla and brown sugar. Reminding him of a bakery filled with cupcakes.
The longer he inhaled her smell, the heavier his eyelids grew. The combination of her touch, warmth, smell, and soft material of her sweats coaxing him to sleep.
And just before he lost consciousness he heard her whisper, "I'll stay."
Then he was out.
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The smell of pancakes woke Eden from her sleep. Her eyebrows furrowing in confusion. Sunhi rarely cooked unless it was a special occasion and the last time she checked nobody's birthday was coming up.
A soft, steady snore vibrated against her. Her eyes snapped open.
She wasn't at home.
She was at Namjoon's.
Looking around, her mind finally registered the weight of the man asleep on her. Sometime during the night, she made it onto her back, and Namjoon sprawled over her, cheek resting right on her hip. His arm was wrapped possessively around her right leg like it was his lifeline.
He looked so peaceful.
A clattering sound came from down the hall. Followed by hushed voices.
She jerked upright - as much as she could with the heavy man attached to her hip.
"Namjoon!" she whispered urgently, shaking his shoulder. "Wake up! I think somebody broke into your house."
He didn't budge, only burrowing his face deeper into her.
"Namjoon!" she hissed, shaking harder.
It was no use. The man was out like a light.
Her heart dropped to her ass.
What if it was a sasaeng?
Did he have a girlfriend?
Oh god- what if his mom came to visit?
Finally, she slipped from under him. His death grip on her leg loosening after a few more tries. Tiptoeing to her bag she grabbed her taser disguised as lipstick.
Investigating was not in her blood. This was that movie shit she'd be screaming at the main character to run from.
But here she was.
When the end of the hallway came to view she shot a quick prayer to the sky. The moment she turned this corner she'd be face to face with whoever was in this kitchen.
Before she could take another breath, a body stepped right into her path.
She screamed.
"AHHH!!!"
The crackle of electricity filled the air as she pressed the taser trigger on instinct.
"WHAT THE-"
The body dropped to the floor in pain.
Footsteps thundered toward them from the kitchen.
"Hyung!"
"Oh my god!"
"Eden!"
She was surrounded, five pairs of eyes going back and forth between her and the man on the floor.
A familiar man.
Namjoon appeared behind her, groggy and disoriented, taking in the scene with wide eyes.
"So much for waking them up," someone muttered.
She was in a room with BTS.
BTS was here with her in this house.
She just tased a member of BTS.
What was her life.
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Namjoon stared at Jin rolling around the floor. The members surrounding him, half comforting, the others trying not to laugh. Namjoon dangerously close to laughing himself.
"What the hell are you guys doing here?" he asked.
Yoongi turned to him with a bored look, popping a piece of bacon into his mouth. "You didn't show up for practice this morning so we figured we'd come check on you," he shrugged.
"Saw you guys cuddled up in bed so we thought we'd make breakfast." Hoseok gestured proudly to the spread on the counter. "Well Jin hyung and Jk. Not us."
They helped Jin back to his feet.
Once he was back on his own two the room filled with protests as Eden went into a deep bow, "I am SO sorry for tasing you!"
Jin waved his hands wildly. "Yah stand up!" he said flustered. "It was my fault."
"I told you we should have woken them up sooner," Yoongi murmured, earning a pinch from Jimin.
Namjoon noticed Eden chewing on her lip, her nervous tell.
"Can you guys give us a minute?"
He waited for his brothers to disperse before looking down at Eden. "I told you about that lip," he murmured, gently hooking his thumb under her lip to free it.
"I for real did not mean to tase him," she said, eyes trailing off in the direction of the boys. "I tried waking you up. I thought it was a sasaeng."
He tilted his head in amusement, dimples on show. "You thought a sasaeng broke into my house and made breakfast?"
"Is that not something a delusional person would do?" she shot back.
She had a point. Namjoon has heard and experienced many sasaeng horror stories in his time of being an idol. "You're right."
Silence settled briefly before he spoke again, quieter, "I slept great. Your thighs are great pillows."
Her cheeks warmed instantly, "I-I think I'm going to go. My class starts soon and I work at Far Ben tonight."
He frowned. He wasn't ready for her to leave yet. Her presence still lingering on him from their night together.
"You can't stay for breakfast?"
She looked up from her phone with a sad smile, "I can't I'm sorry."
As much as he wanted to protest, Namjoon remembered the scene they caused in the hallway the night before and let it go. "Okay."
He walked her back to his room to gather her things, then to the front door, where she waved him and the members goodbye.
Back at the dining table, Namjoon joined his friends without a word. He knew he was being selfish. Eden had a life too. He couldn't expect her to stay just because he wanted her to.
"Namjoon-ah stop pouting and eat!" Jin scolded, dropping a pancake on his plate. "You'll see her again."
"Oh you'll definitely be seeing her again." Hoseok added. "The way you were all snuggled up and snoring?! I'm not letting her get away that easy."
"I haven't seen you sleep that hard in a while Namjoon hyung," Jimin said.
"Yeah Rapmon hyung! You missed practice and everything. Jimin was freaking out."
"Yah Jungkook! Why is he Hyung but I'm not you little brat!"
Yoongi cut in before the argument took off, "What matters is that he finally slept."
"Exactly," Jin said, head shaking in agreement. "How long did you sleep anyway? It's going on 10 am now."
Namjoon had to think. He left Hybe around 7:00 and after the drive home and shower he assumed she probably didn't get to his house until almost 9:00. After their little exchange it was probably like 11 when they finally settled to sleep. "Like nine hours give or take."
"Holy shit!"
They all had shocked looks on their faces, relief in their eyes.
Namjoon felt bad for burdening them with his stubbornness, especially when they were right all along.
"I'm sorry," he cleared his throat. "For making you guys worry. You were right I needed to rest... and I'm glad you pushed me to do it."
"Aww Hyung! We love you!" Jimin said reaching over to give the leader a hug.
Laughter spread around the table, warmth settling in Namjoon's chest.
Everyone looked at him happily.
Everyone except Taehyung.
Namjoon's smile fell, "Tae? What's wrong?"
The man pouted dramatically, arms crossed.
"Why don't you ever let me hold you like that when we sleep? Like that time in the RV?!"
The room erupted in laughter.
For the first time in a while, Namjoon felt truly rested.
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Eden slid down the door of her bedroom, hands covering her face as the events of the last twelve hours replayed in her head.
She slept over with Namjoon VOLUNTARILY.
Let him sleep between her legs - INCHES away from her Vag. Which he didn't hesitate to point out.
BTS saw.
AND she tased Jin.
She was never going to live this down.
She thanked god Sunhi wasn't home when she got there. The NDA would have been dust if she saw her friend when she walked through that front door.
Eden groaned into her hands.
After a full minute of wallowing, she pushed herself up and walked to her closet. She wanted to skip so bad. Deep down just wanting to rot in bed with the covers over her head, has lighting herself into believing last night was a fever dream.
But she had midterms soon and couldn't afford to miss another lecture. What's the point of cuddling for tuition if you don't go to school?
She showered. Pulled her curls into a cute half up, half down. Touched up her lipgloss. And forced herself out the front door.
The bus ride was a blur. Faces, buildings, and cars flying by as she stared out the window. Stopped at a red light, she looked up at a billboard advertisement.
Namjoon was front and center, the rest of his band mates surrounding him.
The universe had to be kidding...
She shook her head and shifted away. Thoughts of his husky voice whispering "...Your thighs are great pillows." Flooding her mind.
Maybe if she asked nicely the bus driver would run her over?
She sat in her usual spot at the back of her PR and Crisis Management class. The hushed whispers and giggles of her classmates as they mingled with each other filled the room.
Eden didn't have friends, only Sunhi and maybe Dawoon now? She had acquaintances of course, but her quiet nature never put her in the position to make many friends.
She was sure if it wasn't for her parents forcing her to do Kumon as a punishment, she never would have been friends with Sunhi.
Maybe Namjoon was right. It was ironic for her to go into PR.
The classroom fell silent when her professor walked in. Side conversations tossed to the side to give the woman their full attention. She didn't verbally demand it, but everything about her appearance did.
Shoulders squared, bob cut perfectly, and a resting bitch face. The sound of her heels clacking on the floor commanding the room like a drill sergeant. She just gave off the vibe she shouldn't be fucked with.
"Good Morning. We'll be going over the details of your final project today."
Eden's heart sank. Not from fear, but exhaustion.
Her schedule was going to be tight.
Taking notes, she listened as her professor went over the rubric and instructions. The vibration of her phone against the table pulling her attention away.
A notification from her bank. Most likely another bill taken out of her account.
She flipped her phone face down and forced herself through the rest of class, absorbing maybe one or two more topics before escaping as soon as the clock hit the hour.
Eden met Sunhi for lunch, keeping up with her end of their daily routine.
"Oh how I've missed your face!" Sunhi yelled, springing from her seat when Eden arrived at their table.
"Hey Sun," she said, bracing herself for the impact of her friend's tight squeeze.
Sunhi pulled back from the hug, faced turned up. "Oh. So you hate me and want me to die?"
Eden blinked. "Girl what?! When did I say that?"
"You didn't have to. Your actions say it all."
"Oh stop it. You are so dramatic."
"Oh so now you're calling me names?!" She gasped, clutching her nonexistent pearls. "Have one sleepover with a man and you don't know how to act."
The image of Namjoon asleep between her legs flashed in her memory. The back of her neck growing hot.
"Alright, shut up," she said, swatting her arm.
"Then hug me like you mean it!"
They went back and forth for a good thirty seconds until Eden finally caved and gave Sunhi a real proper hug.
Sunhi hummed, satisfied. "That's better. Now sit down and eat I bought lunch."
Eden slid into her seat, pulling her phone out as Sunhi pushed a tray of food toward her.
"Thanks. How much do I owe you?" she asked, bank app already loading.
"What part of I bought lunch do you not understand? You don't have to pay me back. Just do my laundry or something."
Eden shivered, the thought of going anywhere near Sun's heap of laundry giving her the heebie jeebies.
Going to close the app, her breath caught in her throat at a new deposit in her account.
+2,000,000 KRW from: rpwprpwp
She blinked. Refreshed the page. Blinked again.
Her eyes weren't playing tricks on her. It was very much real.
She opened cuddle buddies immediately.
gardenofeden: 2 million won?!
gardenofeden: are you actually insane???
She got an immediate reply.
rpwprpwp: You saved me
rpwprpwp: #thickthighssavelives
rpwprpwp: And don't try to send it back or I'll double it.
She sat back in disbelief.
"Why do you look like you just saw a ghost? What's wrong with you?" Sunhi questioned from across the table.
☾ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Namjoon can't sleep more than three hours. Eden's in desperate need of fast cash. When a desperate girl and exhausted idol meet through a cuddle service what starts as a miserable arrangement builds into something more.
☾ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Idol Namjoon x Black Fem OC
☾ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ MDNI, Profanity/Coarse Language, Namjoon can be rude at times, Insomniac Namjoon, Emotional Distress, Anxiety, possible slow uploads
☾ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: Slow burn, Strangers to Lovers, Black Reader, Angst, Forced Proximity, Contractual Intimacy (Non sexual), Cuddle Service AU, Mutual Healing, Eventual Smut
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in my multiverse of fics, jungkook and y/n are the same people over and over and over - deeply infatuated, disgustingly so. it's not healthy, it's intimate and it's pure obsession.
you'll see my o/c, yejin, who will forever be y/n's best friend and the other tannies showing up here and there to complete the fics. i hope you love them as much as i do.
just a word of warning - my fics tend to sit darker. they're not full blown yandere, but they have themes of obsession and darker tones overall. if that doesn't make you comfortable, this blog isn't for you.
drabbles are shorter, jotted out stories with little to no plot
one shots are fics with little plot, more so a collection of scenes and scenarios
fics have an overarching plot, with different themes and a chronological series of events
drabbles
ex's to lovers
angst, fluff
streamers
fluff, fluff, fluff - tension!!!
brother's best friend
tension, tension, tension
thief
obsession at first sight
situationship (?)
they’re idiots. enjoy.
one shots
pirate x noblewoman
obsessive, darker themes, smutty
uncle jungkook x primary school teacher y/n
candid obsession, love at first sight, smutty
arranged marriage husband jk x wife y/n
suggestive, heavy yearning
fics
neighbours
sick infatuation, lovesick, yearning
same friendship group
fluff, angst, smut (they're so in love it's sick)
ex childhood best friends
darker, longing, smut
ex's to lovers
angst, fluff, smut - jungkook's a yearner baby
roommates
fluff, angst, smut (jk being down bad, what's new)
obsessive older brother’s best friend
angst, smut, fluff, filthy fucking obsession
illegal street fighter
dark, smut, angst (this one is lowk yandere lol)
nerd x popular
fluff, SMUT!!, angst
ceo x employee
longer fic, fluff, smut
best friend x best friend
obsessive, dark, needy, smutty
prince x princess
lots world building, fluff, smut, angst!!!!!!!
best friend's older brother
obsession, yearning, smutty
frat jungkook x studious y/n
stalker jungkook meets bitchy y/n. ur so welcome
alpha x omega
soulmates, SMUTTY.
streamer jungkook x streamer y/n
confident, cocky jungkook who’s extremely down bad!!!!!!!!
mafia leader x mafia daughter
dirty, dark and smutty
handyman jungkook epilogue
damsel in distress, obsessive, darkkkkkkk, smut
stalker x stalker
deeply dark, fucked up obsession, smutty, oddly fluffy
work hard, perform well, reap the benefits. studious y/n - you were the top of your classes, consistently getting the highest grades physically possible, your professors were practically fawning over you. you put the work in, with the library being your second home and your room being an educator’s wet dream.
you came from nothing. two parents who were too drunk to remember their own name, a house you’d grown in up in that was so abusive your brain would shut down at the mere thought of. people like you, from towns like yours, did not make it. they wouldn’t succeed. they were destined to live a life that mirrored those around them, trapped, forever.
you rejected that. you’d fucking show them. you’d worked every single day like an utter dog since the day you were thirteen, racking up enough money to put yourself through college with extra on the side for your accommodation, food and travel. you were the epitome of someone who had only ever known how to work hard, and with that came a sense of hardness.
ice queen y/n, they’d call you, cool to the touch. you didn’t really care, you had one friend and that was more than enough for you. sweet yejin, the only person who had stuck by you from the days you were little girls, both faced with horrible parents, often hiding out in parks and forests even if it meant battling the cold outside. at least you had each other.
you were roommates, two girls who worked their ass off to achieve what they wanted, and were on the right track. you often bit down the gaping hole of trauma that would appear in your chest by telling yourself it would all one day be worth it. you’d raise your children, with a loving husband, in a beautiful home. you’d have the picket fence and the rose filled garden. you had to. it was the only way you could survive it.
here you both sat, in your canteen, mumbling quietly to one another about something, laughing equally silently. your exam results had just been released and of course, perfect grades from the both of you.
“got invited to a party for saturday. everyone’s celebrating their results.” yejin said with a mouth full of candy, making you snicker.
“yeah?” you closed her mouth with your hand, whilst you both giggled. “what are you wearing?”
“what are we wearing, you mean.”
your face dropped instantly. “no.”
“yes.” she huffed after gulping her food down. “cmon, y/n, i really don’t wanna go alone and it’ll be good to actually celebrate for once.”
“it’s not my scene.” you shook your head.
she turned to you with her familiar puppy eyes, the same pair you couldn’t say no to even if you wanted to. her lip jutted out, hands begging whilst you sat, letting out a deep sigh.
“alright. fine.” she squealed, throwing her arms around you. “oh my god, we are going to have so much fun! i already know what we should wear, and now that most of our exams are over, we can relax..”
she rambled on whilst you sat, and grimaced, the thought of partying was hardly something you were excited for. it didn’t make it any better knowing it was being held in one of the bigger frat houses, where everyone tended to get drunk and high. you kept away from all of those vices due to your family life, it was a small trigger but alas you wanted to be there for your friend.
you spent the rest of the day in your classes, and then the library, working hard. your hands moved across your keyboard, tapping down notes as your professor spoke, completely focused whilst disregarding everything around you.
if only you had turned around, just for a mere moment. you would have found him sat there. staring at you. seeing you.
jeon jungkook had sat behind you in your biology class for the past 2 years. he often had his hood up, airbuds in, pen tapping against his bottom lip as he spent his entire time breathing in your scent. you were intoxicating - half dedication and other half determination.
never late, never talking. you were a standard no one could ever match, and he admired it beyond words. your intelligence to a side, the icy look you’d walk around with was enough to have him gaping for you. he needed every inch of you, wanted you in every way you’d let him and he wouldn’t rest until he got exactly that.
he was well known around campus. whilst his friends were a mix between being too loud for their own good and insane party hosts, jungkook was quiet. his brooding stare challenged those around him, and he had no qualms about laying his fists into anyone who wanted to disrespect him. as a result, he had gained a reputation for himself as being someone to stay away from.
you’d make an unlikely pair, not that he gave a fuck. what he wanted, he would go out and yet and you weren’t something fickle - you were something he needed to breathe.
you were his. you just didn’t know it yet.
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saturday rolled around far too quickly for your liking.
you hated the anxious feeling in your stomach as you got ready beside your overexcited best friend - she’d been having such a hard year and you knew this was the first thing in a while she actually wanted to go to, you couldn’t deny her of this no matter how you felt.
so, you let her paint your lips, curl your lashes and colour your cheeks. she slipped you into a top that had your boobs pushed up high, way too revealing of an option to be something you’d purposefully pick, your hair straightened and sitting on your back.
you called it too much whilst she said it was just right.
showing up at the frat did nothing but make your stomach tumble further as you tugged your too short skirt down slightly before walking in beside her. the house was overflowing, the party continuing on into the lawn whilst the sound of laughter and cheers carried down the street.
you froze as you walked in, a frown forming on your lips. yejin, ever perceptive, noticed immediately, slipping her fingers into your own
“hey,” she whispered in your ear. “just an hour. then we’ll go, okay?”
“i’m fine.” you shook your head. you wouldn’t rob her of experiences. not when you’d both come from the same place where joy was a figment of your imaginations.
the air was sticky with perfume, beer, smoke trailing from everything but cigarettes. you kept your chin high and back straight, you didn’t want anyone to notice your lack of comfort.
“i’ll get us drinks!” yejin shouted over the loud booming as you stood by perhaps the only empty corner, nodding lightly at her.
it was so packed, you were sure she wouldn’t be back for a while. you took a moment to look over the crowd of people in front of you, shifting from foot to foot all whilst leaning against the wall. you weren’t one to get scared, and perhaps that wasn’t the feeling in your stomach, but you knew regardless you felt unsure of yourself.
looking over the people in front of you, there were many faces you recognised. park jimin, head of the frat house, always smiling, known for his hosting abilities. kim namjoon, kim seokjin, min yoongi. there were multiple people around you that despite not knowing personally, you’d recognise from a mile away from reputation alone.
as your eyes roamed, you pushed your teeth into your bottom lip, nibbling; somewhat of a nervous tick. it wasn’t long however until you made eye contact with someone standing in the middle of the room, completely turned to you.
jungkook was nursing the drink in his hand, dressed in an oversized tshirt and baggy jeans - he looked like he belonged, and he surely did. this was his environment. his place where he dominated and here you were. stood in front of him as though you’d rather be anywhere else.
you looked away almost instantly; hardening your stare a little as you pretended to not notice him. hardly efficient considering the next time you looked over, he was suddenly much, much closer to you.
“alone?” he murmured to you.
the music was loud. his voice was quiet. you heard him clearly.
your eyes narrowed. “no.”
“hm.” he took a sip. “you okay?”
“yes.”
you were icy. fuck, he loved it. below it all, he could see the way your chest was rising and falling faster than usual, the way your bottom lip was redder than your upper, a clear indication that you were nibbling on it.
“no you’re not.” he tilted his head at you.
you were both so close for some reason, his scent swirling in your brain, making you dizzy. you wanted to breathe it in. what was going on with you?
“what?” you snapped a little at him, pushing hair behind your ear.
that usually had people walking away, calling you a bitch under their breath or recoiling away. instead, you watched jungkook grin, small laugh leaving him.
“you’re stood there like you’re in a snake pit. relax.”
“why are you speaking to me?” you snapped again, with slit eyes. “go find someone to bother.”
“i’m having quite the time in your presence right now.” his hum was grating to you. you hated how attractive he was, your stomach dropping as he stepped closer. “you look good.”
you opened your mouth to make another rude remark but his last comment had your brain fizzling out.
he continued, not wasting a beat, his eyes trailing over your outfit shamelessly. “you always look good, but tonight. fuck.”
“w-what?” the shock in your voice, gone smaller than usual, as though you expected this to be one big elaborate joke. as if you couldn’t see the utter pain he was in from his face alone.
it was his turn not to respond. instead, his hand reached over lightly, brushing his fingers against your own, a simple graze. you didn’t pull away, with furrowed eyebrows and a parted mouth, the both of you couldn’t look away from one another.
he pulled away with a deep sigh, chest heavy, and an almost solemn look on his face at the fact of having to do so.
“i’ll see you soon.” he whispered down at you, whilst you got a whiff of his cologne once more, again finding yourself complying in a way you’d never ever experienced before.
he pulled away with darkened eyes, stepping back before walking away, his hand flexing around his drink.
yejin appeared immediately after, eyes wide and eyebrows shot up. “who was that?” she excitedly asked.
you blinked at her, confusion pulling at your face. you were so taken aback, overwhelmed, unsure and yet desperate for him to come back.
“i…i don’t know.” you confessed, truthfully.
you didn’t spend long at the party, a half an hour longer than the initial 60 minutes you’d promised to show up for until yejin asked to leave, recognising that you’d already gone out of your comfort zone for her. the walk home was quiet, mainly her telling you how much fun she had, how she kept noticing one of the frat members, yoongi, staring at her.
your thoughts were bleeding with the thought of the tall man who had undone you with a few words, leaving you with a mere promise. jeon jungkook. you weren’t too familiar with him, but you’d definitely seen him around - he was infamous around the campus.
he was loaded, coming from a background of hard workers. his parents were both in the medical field, too busy to really be present but jungkook had never wanted for anything. he wanted to make a name for himself out of his family’s connections, so instead of inheriting through his father’s medical company, he was here at college, studying sciences in hopes of setting up his own lab.
he was incredibly intelligent, though many would never assume so considering he helped run the biggest frat on campus. it was non stop partying and debauchery, and when it came with 7 unlimited bank cards, it meant they were some of the craziest nights you could ever imagine.
his obsession for you was alarming, in all honesty. he found himself staring at you constantly, reaching for you, dreaming of what you’d taste like, how he’d hold you or how he’d make sure you knew you could depend on him. his best skill was how perceptive he was and he could read you like a book.
most people didn’t bother to look past your cold exterior, to quickly labelling you as a bitch with an attitude problem. not jungkook - he had examined you from the inside out without you even knowing. yejin was the closest person to you; but you had no one else, too scared to let anyone in since you were convinced they’d just disappoint you in the end. you’d depended on yourself for so long, you weren’t sure how now to.
you both reached your home after a 10 minute walk, the streets loud with people walking to and from the frat considering you all lived on campus. you rolled your neck as you headed up to your room, groaning a little under your breath, allowing yourself a moment of secret comfort.
you slipped out of your outfit, with your window cracked open but you figured no one would notice - everyone was at the frat.
you slipped on a big tshirt, taking off your makeup and pulling your hair up in a messy updo. grabbing your kindle, you walked over to your open window, reaching out to close it when something caught your attention.
a figure leaned against the lamppost on your street, facing you, looking at you directly. you gasped out loud, leaning closer to get a better look only to feel your stomach drop for the second time that night.
jungkook stood, smoking his cigarette, clearly having watched you shamelessly before dropping it to the ground and putting it out.
you watched him walk away, heart beating out of your chest and a quiet thump in between your legs.
—
monday morning slipped by easily. you’d spent the rest of your weekend battling your raging thoughts surrounding the stranger that had cornered you. unfortunately for you, you yearned to see more of him and for the first time in years upon years, your brain wasn’t focused.
this was a nuisance. you had goals and you couldn’t let an attractive face ruin them.
so, you got ready like you usually did, slipping into your lecture early to get the prime spot, only to notice someone in the seat beside you.
you paused in the doorway, eyes widening.
jungkook sat in the seat beside you, arms crossed, watching the way you blinked at him rapidly. his legs were spread leisurely, drinking in your small little gasp as though it was a harp strung solely for him, a light curve to his lip flicking upwards. he watched the ice run through your veins, straightening your back and walking over to him with narrowed eyes.
“move.” you hissed. no one ever sat next to you.
“am i in your seat?” he asked, lazily.
you grew flustered at that. he wasn’t technically.
your eyes narrowed further. “you don’t even come to this class.”
to that, jungkook laughed up at you, watching the way you shuffled from foot to foot as you smacked your things down on your desk, kicking his leg as you sat down. you’d be damned if this rich prick took the prime seat away from you just to do whatever he was doing.
“2 years sat behind you every lesson and you’ve seriously not noticed me, y/n? i’m hurt.”
your heart skipped a beat. firstly, how did he know your name? secondly, he was the hooded figure who sat behind you the entire time? you’d notice him briefly, sometimes he’d be there before you were, but it wasn’t like you’d ever interacted.
he watched the cogs turn in your brain before you turned away from him.
“don’t fucking annoy me. i’ve got shit to do.” you spat harshly, venom dripping from your lips but jungkook was no idiot.
he knew this was all a mechanism to ensure he stayed away from you, for what reason? none that were applicable to him. he had no intentions to hurt you, or misguide you. hell, he was sure you both had the same goals and he’d make that clear.
he simply spread his legs wide once more, infringing on your space purposefully to which your legs touched intimately. you pushed against his leg, furthering the contact, huffing.
the room began filling in, your professor starting to speak to which you started your routine of writing down notes immediately. you listened to every word, whilst your leg still pushed against that of jungkook’s, though he could feel the way it shook, straining to get your own way.
half way through the lesson, he knew you were about to give up, and he was nothing if not a man that wanted to do good by the woman he was utterly devoted to. he slipped his hand downwards, pressing it almost harshly against your inner thigh, stabilising your leg by adding his own strength.
the action nearly had you gasping out loud, as your eyes widened, looking over at him but he was too busy addressing the professor.
“mr jeon, you seem uncharacteristically attentive today.” he mused, though he was hardly complaining. “define obligate symbiosis. with an example.”
jungkook’s fingers flexed on your thigh, making your own hands tug on his hand but he had no intention of letting go.
“an obligate symbiosis is a relationship where one organism can’t survive without the other. termites and the protozoa in their gut..neither can function alone.”
his tone felt controlled, direct - the sound of your professor clapping in delight was drowned out by the mere implication of his words as he looked down at you suddenly, his eyes darker than you’d yet to see them. he was speaking at you without having looked at you.
you were shocked he even knew the answer with the way it dripped from his tongue, your core clenching helplessly at the display of both intelligence and clear, targeted want.
your hand lifted from his fingers, secretly accepting defeat as you tried to continue writing notes but they came out shaky, illegible. you continued to lose your pace, your brain a puddle whilst he excelled, both taking notes and answering questions, your teacher practically bouncing in his seat from joy - one of the biggest frat boys on campus a secret intellectual genius? even you were taken aback.
the rest of the lecture continued on a similar note, his hand going between firmly holding your thigh to both inching upwards and downwards.
jungkook leaned down at one point, ear close to your ear just as you were about to put your hand up, to answer a question. “focus.” he whispered, making you shiver.
it was a reminder he could read you like an open book. he knew how you were feeling because he was the root cause, and he relished in it. his knee was bumping yours, as though the hand gripping your thigh possessively wasn’t enough contact.
your heart was beating so fast and it was the horrible realisation that you wanted so much more that had you all but leaping out of your chair once the lesson was over, and practically running out of the room.
he watched you, the way you shoved everything in your bag without a care, completely different to how you’d take your time to place your notes in your binders, separated by topic and relevancy. instead, he watched you scurry with a small smirk on his face. he took his time, leisurely putting his own things away before beginning his descent in finding you.
he followed you down through the crowd of people, with multiple patting his back, greeting him and whatnot. he ignored each one, eyed zeroed onto your back as his long legs set a pace you truly had no match for. despite your speed walking, he was catching up and you had no idea whatsoever.
before you could take another step, you were being pulled into an empty classroom beside you, your body lightly pulled whilst your brain completely shut down trying to figure out what just happened.
soon enough, you were being pushed against a wall, jungkook’s large and domineering presence stood in front of you, awfully close and touching intimately in a way that had your own brain swirling. the gasp you let out was like music to him, and he wanted to make you sing so many more.
“trying to get away?” he mused.
your eyebrows narrowed like slits. you wouldn’t show him how fast your heart was beating, you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.
“what do you want?” you hissed, trying to push him away but all that happened as a result was his hands grabbing your own, pressing them further into his chest whilst he pushed you further against the wall. you were well and truly trapped.
the tilt to his lips felt dark. you wished it didn’t have you pressing your thighs together.
“what’s already mine.”
you narrowed your eyes even further, eyebrows furrowing in a flurry of anger.
“i’m not fucking yours.”
to that he scoffed. “yeah you are.” he dropped his head down to your face. “you’ve been mine for a very long time, but you just didn’t realise it. i gave you time, gave you space but enough.”
your heart skipped a beat. this was so fucked. a man you hardly knew was claiming a stake in you and the messed up part of your brain was lapping it up with every single word, a deep hidden part of your soul in which you’d buried with all of your might coming to the surface in hopes of finally being wanted in a way you’d only ever dreamt about.
“i’m not yours.” you reiterated, weaker, voice soft as you looked up at him.
he was so close now, your breaths were mingling.
“you are, baby.” he shook his head, nose lightly touching yours. “i’m yours too, belonged to you the second i saw you.”
he inhaled your scent, and to that you gulped. “jungkook..”
he groaned audibly, loud enough to have you gasping. “fuck. say it again. say my name.”
this felt perverse. you wanted more.
“jungkook..” you whispered, his eyes closing as he pushed your too soft hands against his heartbeat on his chest, where you felt is thundering harshly against it.
the cruel part of you was convinced this was a joke or some sort, that he was using you as a means to make his friends laugh or whatever. it wouldn’t have been the first time someone tried to crack you, and it left unmistakable scars. this was different however, a person’s heartbeat didn’t lie - neither did the unmistakable tent in his jeans that was all but pressed against you.
his nose began nuzzling your own. “know this is too much, baby. too much all at once but need you to know.”
the way he was touching you had your eyes closing, as a shaky breath left you too. your core was throbbing, and the way he was positioning himself had you feeling every single inch of his constrained hardness, whilst his large body cocooned you to the wall. it was filth.
“need..me to know?” you repeated, voice small as you repeated, feeling so out of it as your brain tried to keep up.
“not gonna let you go, not gonna give up.” he nudged your nose again, causing you to open your eyes, meeting two pitch black orbs. “you’re mine. don’t you forget it.”
—
you knew you were stupid for this, partially insane, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do anything other than feel entirely determined.
you, of course, told yejin about him to which her brain practically exploded before your very eyes. you’d never seen her so excited, begging for details which you begrudgingly gave. she swooned at the thought of having someone so devoted, though you addressed it for what it really was. obsession.
“it’s not healthy.” you’d argue to which she rolled her eyes, with a scoff. “and what’s so fun about healthy?”
you couldn’t rationalise the fact someone like jungkook was not only interested in you, but to the point of such yearning. he was making it openly clear, in a manner that would have scared most people and yet you needed to get to the bottom of it. you couldn’t focus in your classes, your revision slipping and your grades threatening to drop. you had to do what you did best.
research.
you had one job, and you knew that you realistically had one shot at it. there was another party this weekend, one that jungkook’s frat were throwing of course - the second you’d brought it up to yejin she was squealing, excited at the prospect of seeing her crush yoongi once more. you told her you had a purpose, and despite her thinking you were insane, you were about to get to work.
and so, saturday rolled around and you began getting ready. your hair framed your face perfectly, your makeup complimentary and your outfit sinful. three steps into the party had your eyes examining the crowd, your best friend doing the same for an entirely different reason.
first things first, you navigated your way through the house to find yourself a drink, all whilst looking around, trying to find the gaze of the one man that had you a weeping mess. for some reason, he was no where to be seen, adding to the frustration in your stomach.
you created a cocktail mix of bravery, wincing as you took it all down, a hand shooting out from behind you to sit at your hip. a random man, no doubt wanting to get lucky with you, leaning in and offering you a pretty verse that would have anyone else buckling at the knees. you, unfortunately were not everyone else.
“don’t touch me.” you scoffed, making him recoil, eyes narrowing at your harsh tone.
“the fuck is your problem.” he grumbled as he walked away, making you roll your eyes.
you noticed yejin was chatting away with yoongi, who was leaning into her equally as eager. good, this meant you could move onto the first part of your plan.
you slipped your way through the house until you reached the staircase, feigning needing to use the toilet. you looked around as you began your journey up, noticing all 6 of the frat members deep in conversation or parting with the absence of the one man you were truly looking for.
you bypassed a few people who were drunk, laid in the hall, noticing another staircase leading up to the bedrooms. thankfully, no one was looking at you and you were remarkably light on your feet, slipping past everyone and silently climbing the other fleet of stairs.
suddenly, the music from downstairs was much quieter. 6 doors sat in front of you, making you narrow your eyebrows. it took you a while to open each door, considering they were all locked but you had an infinite amount of knowledge on your side - a hair pin, a shake and a push meant you were inside within seconds.
one seemed too messy, the other too bright. one was too preppy and one too empty. it was only until you reached the last door, huffing as you pushed the door open with your shoulder that you walked into jungkook’s room, just like you planned.
your eyes narrowed.
having abusive parents had hardened you over the years, but before anything, it made you sneaky. you knew how to gather information, to find it where people wouldn’t expect you to look and you were firm to find out.
your eyes glanced around the room almost in a confused manner. this wasn’t what you were expecting.
first, you closed the door behind you, before walking over to his desk. notes were sat neatly, with pristine handwriting as though they had been written over and over and over. you tried to open the drawer but it was locked, piquing your interest.
you looked away for now, heading over to his bookshelf next. you browsed his selection of books, a swirl of acknowledgement hitting you at the sight of so many academic books. had you looked deeper, you would have realised they were all based on attachment, compulsions, fixations.
you turned, noticing his bin. empty. not even a piece of scrap paper inside, as though it was meticulously clean. that felt strange, you were academic to a fault so you knew that it came with ripping out pieces of paper and discarding them. and yet, nothing.
his wardrobe came next. you walked over, opening it up. his clothes were either folded neatly, or hung in order of colour, with his darker and heavier clothes at the front due to the change in weather, and his lighter and brighter at the back. you found yourself running your fingertips over a few of them, the scent of his cologne hitting you hard in a way you weren’t expecting. it was intoxicating, and you were hungrily breathing it in.
however, you found nothing.
you huffed quietly, before closing it, eyes narrowing again on the locked drawer you found earlier. you took your hair pin again and walked over, jiggling it until it opened up - it took a while, the keyhole much older than the door meaning it was slightly rustier but it opened nonetheless.
once it was open, you dove in.
the juxtaposition of the contents inside compared to the rest of his room was big. it was an utter mess, with scraps of paper, sketches, a pile of pictures and more. it wasn’t until you actually picked some of it up that you realised what you were looking at.
you.
pictures of you, taken when you weren’t looking, some with crumpled edges implying he would routinely hold them to look at. written notes on what you were like, your feelings, the things you’d done, every time you’d put your hand up in your shared lessons, he even had a log for what you’d wear on certain days, with messier scrawls for your more revealing outfits.
it was one thing that caught your attention more directly. a diary.
you grabbed it hungrily; devouring every page as you were filled with the knowledge of jungkook’s obsessive infatuation for you. your chest was rising and falling rapidly as you read about the way he was utterly in love with you, how he wanted to take care of you; take you away and kiss you, protect you, hide you away.
you’d never had anyone in your life feel that way towards you. it wasn’t like you could keep a boyfriend with your overly harsh antics towards anyone that wasn’t yejin, and frankly, a big part of you was still reeling from the fact you weren’t sure you were worthy of being loved. to read it so openly, as though you were in jungkook’s mind felt unlike anything you’d ever felt before.
anyone else would cry, want to run away, scream. instead, you were left with a gaping hole in your chest; desperate for this to be real. desperate to know what he had written was the truth, despite all of the evidence to support it.
you were so lost in your thoughts you weren’t aware of the quiet footsteps in the same hall you’d once walked through, as though they knew exactly where you’d be. you weren’t aware as the doorknob turned, and certainly weren’t looking up as jeon jungkook walked into his room, only to find you sat on his bed with his diary in your hands.
you gasped, looking up at the sound of the door closing loudly behind him, scrambling to your feet as he merely stood, with a tilted head, watching you.
he took a step towards you, making you take a step back. you were waiting for anger, your shoulders raised as though you were trying to hide into yourself, so used to the emotion from your family that you couldn’t recognise the real one emitting from him. curiosity.
“did you find what you were looking for?”
his voice was rough, like gravel, as though seeing you in his space was undoing him step by step.
you were trembling. not from fear, but from a warped sense of excitement that you felt embarrassed to address.
he stepped closer. you only stepped back further until you fell onto the bed, but that didn’t stop him. you were crawling back onto the bed, eyes trained on him as he merely followed your actions, beginning to chase you until he too was climbing onto his bed, rough hands finding you.
his hands trapped you, on either side of your bed whilst hovering over you.
“go away.” you weakly whispered. so uncharacteristic.
“you broke into my room, read my diary, and you want me to go away?” he mocked, a harshness in his eyes that had your thighs visibly pushing together.
one hand slowly slipped down, grazing over your bare arms as it travelled to where your own clutched his diary almost desperately. you flinched slightly as his hand wrapped around yours, before subconsciously leaning towards him.
his knee found home in between your thigh, pushing them apart with ease as you let him manoeuvre you, as though he wasn’t trapping you in his arms. again, you should have felt scared, especially given what you had just found - instead, you were all but fucking enamoured.
“tell me,” he whispered down at you, nose bumping yours as he stared into your eyes. “did you find what you wanted?”
your shaky breaths were mingling into his own, body trembling.
“you’re fucked in the head..this, this isn’t normal.” you tried to rationalise but even you didn’t believe the words leaving your mouth.
to that, he scoffed, dipping his head so it sat in between your neck and shoulder, breathing your scent in heavily. a low groan then escaped him.
“for you? completely.” his lips began grazing your neck, making you close your eyes. “does that scare you?”
you couldn’t bring yourself to answer. his lips now began pressing firmly against your neck, leaving a small trail, with each getting harder than the next. soon, he was all but suckling against it, causing little gasps to get caught in your throat, your free hand grabbing onto his hair almost immediately. his groan encouraged you as you pulled, to which he merely continued, leaving a large, brutish mark against your delicate neck.
“answer me.” he hissed, tongue lapping against it, causing you to whimper again. “n-no.” you managed to choke out.
to that he smirked.
“yeah? wanna know why, baby?”
you again couldn’t bring yourself to answer, but this didn’t stop him.
he pulled up away from your neck, admiring his work before pressing his head against yours. your eyes connected, and the way your bodies were begging to press against each other was intoxicating.
“because you’re just as fucked as i am. i know you like it. know that if i checked your pretty pussy it would be nice and wet for me, wouldn’t it?”
you whimpered in response.
“because a girl like you shouldn’t be loved softly. you need every inch of this. need it to be hard, need to be held like you’re the only thing that matters because you are.” he was practically growling in your face. “whether you want me or not, i’m yours baby. gonna fucking give you the world, you hear me?”
your hands were trembling. your eyes watering.
“you don’t even know me..” you found yourself whispering back, so scared that once he found out about the true you, he wouldn’t even spare you a glance.
to that, he scoffed once more.
“i know you better than you know yourself.” his eyes were dipping as he curled into you further. “and you know it.”
his hand reached up to cup your face, large palm and fingers caressing your cheek, to which you found yourself falling into, a mess of both whimpers and disbelief. before you could conjure up another thought, he was leaning down to press his lips against yours, shattering your mind and soul in one.
he was surprisingly soft, something you hadn’t expected considering the forwardness of his actions. his mouth moved over yours, guiding you, and urging you to reciprocate which you did after the few seconds of shock wore off.
you couldn’t believe you were doing this. you were kissing him back, as though you were enabling his behaviour, and yet you felt no guilt. in fact, this felt good. for once in your god forsaken life, you were being told out right that you were being prioritised - was it so wrong of you to accept?
he pushed down further against you, his hips hitting into yours whilst he nudged his nose against yours. your lips moved in unison, his tongue lining against yours, hands pulling at one another almost desperately.
by the time you pulled away, whimpering for breath, he was already reaching back in, pecking, kissing, biting. he wanted more and more. each time you pulled, he pushed, and it was making your brain hazier by the second.
“jungkook.” you protested, forcing him to pull away for good, though the space between you was minimal.
you both panted, eyes closing before opening up again, leaving you in a state you felt utterly confused by.
“do you see? do you understand now?” he whispered, begging.
he pulled your hand up so it was placed over his beating heart, whilst his pained gaze fluttered over every inch of you. you could feel the heavy beating of his heart, the thump loud, desperate for you to hear it, acknowledge.
“i..” you weren’t sure what to say. conflicted. it wasn’t that you didn’t want this, didn’t want him, you couldn’t lie to yourself, of course you did. but your brain couldn’t rationalise it, couldn’t recognise what was real, or if this was a big elaborate way of hurting you. you were so scared, and for the first time in a very, very long time, you were admitting it.
your lip slightly trembled.
“i’m scared.” you admitted quietly, in a tone jungkook had never heard from you before. “i’m so scared and..and i need to think.”
he watched you, pained. you slipped from underneath him, pulling your skirt down and adjusting your shirt, whilst he too sat up. your legs were shaking as you walked towards the door, sparing him a glance.
“i’ll give you what you need.” he softly murmured to you. “anything you want, it’s yours. but you’re mine, baby, and i’m yours.”
your hands shook around the door knob, letting out a shaking breath and making your escape.
—
monday rolled around, and jungkook noticed the shift immediately. y/n, the epitome of a prime student, an example for all, absent? this wasn’t just unlike you, it fell into dangerous waters - he had been observing you for years but to see you suddenly disappear was something that had the scarily assured man nervous. had he scared you?
he knew you were going to head up to his room that day, it was only a matter of time. to study someone so meticulously meant you knew their schedule in side and out, and if he had learnt anything about you, it was that your education mattered more than anything else in your life.
not only were you absent from your lessons, but also the library. it was tuesday when jungkook walked in, sat in his usual spot where he’s able to watch you, without you noticing and yet your seat remained empty. his stomach strained. had he truly scared you this much?
it was wednesday, however, that had his emotions shifting. fear or no fear, he had made a vow to you, you were his girl, were you not? he’d be fucking damned if he was the reason you were avoiding the one thing you’d worked so hard for. he wasn’t sure how, but he was determined to get you back to your icy self.
you, however, were laid in your bed for the third day in a row, fighting the nausea in your stomach. yejin had been doting on you nervously, scared of the sudden ailment that had you so bed bound. you were the type of person to go to class, even if you were fighting a life threatening disease - it symbolised too much for you. to have you this adamant on staying home was odd.
whenever you weren’t in bed, you were pacing your room, shaking your head whenever she presented you with food, or even refusing to get some fresh air. it wasn’t until the evening on wednesday that she appeared in your room, teary and desperate.
“y/nnie, i’m worried about you. please tell me what’s going on.”
you couldn’t deny her. yejin was truly half of your soul, and to see her so upset over you had you almost throwing up from guilt it self.
and so, you sat her down, and explained it all. explained jungkook, your wants, your crippling fear of being used, of being discarded, of being given a taste of something you wanted so badly only for it to be a false dream - you weren’t sure you could handle it. you’d escaped one prison and stuffed down the horrible trauma that had dome with it, and all you were left with now was a desperate need to be wanted. to be wanted in a way that was both unhealthy, and truthful.
she was stunned for a moment, watching you sob and cry in a way that she had never seen in the entirety of your friendship. you were so strong, an icy wall of utter anger most of the time - you’d once nearly bit the head off of a man for just looking at you in a way that resembled want so to see you so emotional had her replicating your actions.
you both cried, she held you, you held her. it wasn’t until you both calmed down that you were really able to discuss what to do.
“i don’t think he’s lying.” yejin murmured honestly, despite the croak in her voice. “fuck, it’s so insane. literally none of this is normal but..i don’t know, y/n, do you want normal?”
the question swirled in your stomach.
“i don’t think normal could handle me.”
“i don’t think you could handle normal.” she corrected. “he genuinely sounds like he wants to give you everything you’ve ever wanted, unprompted. maybe you give him a chance to at least show you.”
“but what if..”
yejin cut you off immediately. “stop letting things that haven’t even happened dictate your future, it’s literally ruining you from the inside out. it’s not fair.”
you could feel your throat closing up, your eyes watering again.
neither of you knew what more to say, and so you decided to go on a walk, to finally get the fresh air you desperately needed. you pulled on a hoodie, walking around your neighbourhood with your arm linked in hers, your head on her shoulder.
you took your time, strolling through different streets whilst basking in the air, your brain circulating and relaxing at the change of scenery.
by the time you had returned, you were genuinely exhausted. you had emotionally bared yourself in front of your closest friend about something you’d never dream of admitting, but it seems things had been out of the norm for a while now.
walking into your room, you were hit with a single scent. deep pine, masculinity in one single form as it wrapped around every inch of air around you. it held a familiarity to you that felt both bone shattering and heat inducing, finding home in your stomach.
your eyebrows furrowed. were you hallucinating him now? so much that you were imagining his cologne?
you shook your head as you entered your room deeper, his scent unmistakable. had he been in your room? surely not - but it wasn’t like he wasn’t capable, especially after what you’d found so tightly hidden away in his room.
turning around, you noticed a shift in your desk. a stack of paper sat neatly tied for you, something that neither belonged to you nor something you’d ever seen before. you could feel your stomach drop, a cocktail mix of utter need and curiosity, swirled with a confusion.
once you picked them up, unpicking the pretty string, you noticed what they actually were.
notes.
countless notes. all from the lessons you had missed, written neatly in a manner that replicated your personal format. you were notorious for your notes that were conducted in a way that truly only made sense to you.
you let out a small kind of whimper, your legs almost giving out from underneath you.
jungkook was sending you a message. he was seeing you, he recognised you, what you wanted, but more importantly, what you needed. he knew your education was everything you needed, that taking off a few days would catch up to your psyche sooner than later. to go out of his way to actually replicate his notes in the style you preferred was simply another display of his infatuation for you, and for the first time, you were accepting.
you shakily made your way to your window, desperate to see if he was outside, wanting no more than to see even a glimpse of him. your lips tingled at the mere thought of him. despite this, your view remained the same, causing your shoulders to slump.
you sighed, turning on your heel, only to let out a loud gasp.
jungkook stood, shadows dancing on his face as he stepped towards you and into the light. his scent of pine emitted from him, providing reassurance in your brain that it was real, he was here and he was here for you. dressed in all black, he looked downright sinful, with darkened eyes and a tense jaw. even his hands and arms were veined, showing his restraint.
the thought had you physically swooning.
“you’ve been gone.” he murmured, quietly. it was only for you to hear.
your chest was rising and falling, eyes widened at the sight of him in your room, unsure of how he’d even gotten in here.
“y-y..you broke into my room?” you composed yourself, letting ice drip from each word. to that, you could see him melt.
he stepped closer. “you broke into mine.”
silence. thick. heated. sickeningly charged.
his eyes dropped to your shaking hands, which you immediately hid from view, shoving them behind your back. he tilted his head.
“you’re not showing up, not studying, not eating. you can’t even stand still.”
you hated the fact he saw you so easily, as if the walls you had built were made of fickle sticks that could be brushed with a single swipe. it unnerved you.
“i’m fine.” you bit, defensively.
“you’re lying.” his eyes shot down to slits as he stepped into your personal space, making you step back towards the desk.
you looked away, but he was quicker, caging you against it within seconds. though he wasn’t touching you, you could feel heat emitting from either side of his hands.
“why are you so scared of this? of wanting me?” he suddenly whispered down at you, forcing you to nervously meet his gaze.
you opened your mouth a few times, unsure of how to respond, still too scared to reveal how you felt despite your prior conversation with yejin, before turning your gaze away.
“because,” you weakly hissed. “i don’t want you.”
jungkook’s jaw flexed. angry. he brushed his nose against yours, forcing you to look at him, as he stared at you in a way that had you wanting to moan and run at the same time.
“yeah? then why the fuck we’re you in my room.” he rose his eyebrows.
you froze.
he continued.
“why did you touch my things? hm? go through my fucking diary?”
“shut up.” you snapped.
“no.” he hissed, for once. “look at your neck. you let me suck and bite on you like you were made for me; and now you want to lie to my face as though i can’t see the truth?”
you gulped.
“i’m losing my mind over you, y/n. just tell me the truth, just once...at least let me lose my mind honestly.”
your eyes blurred - a mixture of sugared heat, defiance and a dangerous simmer of desire for something you longed for entirely.
he nuzzled your nose once more, foreheads gently pressing against one another as he all but embraced your face with his own.
“you felt it too.” he whispered, almost desperately. he knew he was insane, but he wasn’t stupid.
you hated this. hated the fact he has seemingly dropped from the sky, obsessive and calculated, every component to unravel you in the most dangerous of ways and you were entirely broken for it. you wanted it so badly it felt almost suffocating. this wasn’t normal in any capacity, he wasn’t gentle or soft - the kind of love he was proposing to you with was harsh. it couldn’t weasel its way through to your heart, so he was breaking every single rib to do so, claiming it in a more than harsh grip until you’d see him. until you recognised it.
the worst part of all? you could feel yourself doing the same.
your own fingers wanted to dive into his chest, to grab at his very soul and tell him it belonged to you now and you alone, that you’d sooner discard it all together than be denied what he was promising was solely yours. you’d always been possessive over the things that felt like were owed to you, but this was different - it was a promised kiss on every inch of skin, a bruising of love that you’d only thought was possible in your dreams.
this wasn’t sweet. this was necessary.
and so, you finally met his gaze, with tears beginning to line your waterline, fingers suddenly gripping his hoodie tightly.
“yes.” you simply whispered, so faint. so quiet.
but that was all it took. jungkook’s face contorted, to a face of genuine relief, his features retuning to that of a softness you had never seen. he looked whole again, and the reminder that it was you who had given that to him had your heart leaping for joy.
he nodded, taking you in before slowly closing his eyes and letting out a gentle breath. finally, he thought.
—
it wwas another two weeks until you saw jungkook again. you just needed time to think, you needed space and for once in his life, jungkook accepted the separation from you because he knew the outcome would be better. it had to be.
neatly pressed notes would sit at your desk every evening, a reminder that he was able to enter and leave your own safe space without you noticing. you hated how badly the action had you pressing your thighs together, hating even more that you didn’t feel an ounce of fear at the thought of him acting so possessively.
the idea of a party on a weekday truly sounded like your worst nightmare, and yet here you were, walking into another frat party, hand in hand with your best friend who had been talking your ear off about yoongi.
you were dressed different than you usually would, your boobs on show, your legs bare, even your ass looked incredible. an evil part of you wanted to push the tall boy to his limits, to see how deeply he would act and how far he would take things - you knew it wasn’t smart, but you could feel the same dark obsession begin to grow in your own stomach.
yejin immediately spotted yoongi, who was sat on a couch alongside his other friends, huddled together in conversation. all the frat leaders were in a corner, egos inflated, looking practically untouchable. one sight of jungkook and you knew you’d break that immediately.
he was sat, legs spread, eyes dark as they found you, eagerly looking you up and down. the drink in his hand began to crumple under his fingers as you both made your way over, yoongi practically shooting out of his seat to approach yejin who shared the same excitement, the two embracing. you, however, stood beside them, simply looking at jungkook with a tilted head.
instead, he spread his legs further. an invitation. a challenge.
you made your way over, with narrowed eyes before leisurely taking a seat in his lap, conveniently pressing your core right against his already growing length, shuffling to make sure you were sat correctly. to that, he immediately grabbed you, large hand on your stomach and another grabbing at one of your thighs, pushing your back into his chest within seconds. you were engulfed by him, and the people around you watched in shock, not that either of you cared.
y/n, the ice princess, the one girl no one could even look at without having their throats scratched was sat on jungkook’s lap - the guy everyone was too scared to talk to. it was oddly fitting.
“ignoring me for two weeks?” he suddenly whispered in your ear, but there was a bite to it. a sort of unreleased anger that you wanted more of.
in response, you ground further against him. “miss me?”
“don’t be a fucking brat.”
“yeah? or what?” you scoffed at him suddenly, with a slight roll of your eyes. you had him exactly where you wanted him.
to that, jungkook leaned back the couch. he went still, the only movement to be seen being the harshness against your body with his hands, whilst you smirked smugly to yourself, pleased with the fact you had gotten your own way.
it wasn’t until you were half way in the air that you let out a gasp of surprise, shocked at what was happening. jungkook had suddenly stood, with you in his arms, manoeuvring you so he was holding you up with one arm whilst making his way through the crowds of people. everyone was staring at you both, some gawking and others whispering whilst you angrily grabbed at his shirt.
“what the fuck are you doing?” you hissed, pulling at his shirt but this did nothing to deter him.
he ignored you though his jaw was tenser than you’d ever seen it, his eyes almost pitch black in colour. the sight had you nervously shifting, though you couldn’t help but lightly tug on the back of his hair as a means to get his attention fully on you.
instead, he simply continued in his ignorance as he walked you up to his room, the deafening sound of the music downstairs becoming a dull lull in the walls by the time you were inside. he dropped you on his bed, causing you to gasp and bounce whilst he turned to lock his door. the sight had you gulping.
“what are you doing?”
“teaching you a lesson.” he turned to face you, watching the way your legs clamped together.
your eyes shifted, looking down only to see the massive, growing tent in between his own legs, his cock straining against his jeans in a way that had your brain dizzy.
“there’s nothing you can teach me that i don’t already know.” you were biting back.
his lip curled into a slight snarl. “yeah? keep up the bratty attitude, and i’ll fuck it right out of you.”
the look of shock on your face was enough to drive him forward. a mixture of frustration and want ran through his veins - you wanted him just as badly as he wanted you and he was finally tired of it.
he grabbed one of your hands, placing it on his hardened cock that strained against his jeans, making sure to firmly push against. your big eyes were only widening further much to his enjoyment.
“feel that, baby?” he was hissing down at you. “see how hard you make me? haven’t been able to think about anything other than you every time my cock gets hard for years.”
his words were blows to your stomach, as a small whine left your lips. his hand was moving against yours, all but forcing you to palm him before dragging you along the bed. he was wasting no time, pulling off his jeans whilst he pushed your tiny skirt up to your stomach, revealing your lace panties.
“fuck.” he whispered under his breath at the patch of wetness against the fabric hiding your pussy, making your cheeks burn red. “don’t look.” you tried to move your skirt back down but were quickly stopped by jungkook.
“you gonna stop me?” he scoffed, tugging the skirt off of your body.
you could see the imprint of his cock against his boxers clearly. thick and big, too big.
“you won’t fit.” you suddenly murmured, nervousness peaking underneath your bratty attitude. “i-i..i’ve only done it a few times.”
“i’ll make it fit.” he locked eyes with you. “gonna make sure this pussy remembers every inch, sweet girl. you were born to take my cock.”
he had been relatively gentle with you up until this point, and the roughness of his actions had you letting out a little moan, causing him to groan himself. he pushed you back until you were pressed against the bed before pushing your legs apart hungrily.
he dove in. he planted wet kisses against your pussy over your panties, hot tongue pushing and pressing whilst sucking against yours. your back shot up, eyes clenching before grabbing a big waft of his hair.
“jungkook, fuck..this is so dirty.” your thighs opened up more as his tongue lapped you up, wetting the fabric even more.
“can’t believe you’ve been hiding this sweet pussy from me.” he was hissing into you like a mad man, rough hands digging into your thighs whilst he all but made love to your core. “cunt like this needs attention 24/7.”
you couldn’t help yourself. you loved the push and pull dynamic between you, you wanted to see every single part of him, notably the darker notes that he had kept far away and yet you’d found glimpses of when looking at him. jungkook had practically stalked you to a degree most would feel incredibly uncomfortable around and yet here you were, opening your legs up and letting him lap as though he had every right.
“maybe i was getting attention.” you couldn’t help but bite back, making him look up at you as he parted from inbetween your legs, pushing your panties to a side to reveal your slick.
to that, he snarled slightly again. “keep teasing me and i’ll make sure it hurts to walk.”
your hips lifted subconsciously at his words, craving him deep inside more than anything but you weren’t willing to have it without being as bratty as possible. it was then he pressed his tongue harshly against you, making you feel every inch of it.
half gasp, half whimper, noises tore from your throat against your will as jungkook began devouring you. he was like a mad man, fingers pulling and tugging at your thighs and hips in a way that had you unable to move away. you were forced to take every bit of it.
“taste so good.” he was moaning into you, and that alone had your brain almost combusting.
“slow down.” you begged, feeling him scoff against you as his eyes peered up to meet yours. it was like you were experiencing a whole new jungkook in itself, a shadow of the man you knew.
he looked like a man who had been deprived of the one thing that could give him substance, only to finally drown in it. in a way, you could say he was exactly that.
“fuck, look at you. just have to take it, don’t you baby?”
you closed your eyes as he began pumping two fingers in and out of you, causing your hips to shoot up. his pace relentless, two harsh for someone who was clearly struggling to keep up and yet neither of you could care.
“i-i’m close..” you shakily moaned, feeling that tight coil in your stomach expand.
“already?” he hissed, annoyed at the prospect of having to depart his tongue from your slick folds. “pussy was made for me, look at you.”
“feels so good.” you pushed his head down harsher, to which he happily lapped you up. “feel so full.”
jungkook smirked against you, pumping his two fingers harshly. full from two fingers - he wanted to laugh. he was going to break you and a sick part of him wanted nothing more than to see his smart girl turn dumb on his cock.
he leaned upwards suddenly, hovering over you which for some reason, changed the dynamic entirely. he was forcing you to watch him, to peer at the obsession he had hid expertly for years. he was no more than a quiet presence behind you in each class, and now he was demanding you see him. making sure you couldn’t look away, he was in your eye-line with no intention of leaving it.
with your foreheads pressed against one another, he pumped in and out of you, whilst whispering utter filth against your jaw, hissing quietly as you clenched and mewled at every drag of his fingers. it took you only another minute to cum, your hips lifting and eyes shutting tight.
he talked you through it, and it was driving you insane. you couldn’t believe this was the same man who you’d see sauntering around campus, one you didn’t dare look at longer than a few seconds. the way your legs shook, thighs clamping whilst he slowly began pulling out.
you watched him lift his fingers to his mouth, openly moaning at the way he sucked on them, shuddering with closed eyes. “fuck.” he grunted, with a slight sigh of content.
you closed your own eyes, body reeling from the rough orgasm that had been ripped from you. you felt like you were floating, whilst also feeling slightly sore - the heaviness in your stomach was more prominent, however, a reminder that you were empty and yearning for more.
you opened your eyes, watching him lean back, taking off his clothes. you pulled yourself so you were sat up, leaning against your elbows once the rest of your clothes were also discarded. he immediately hovered back over you, body so much bigger than yours that you felt engulfed instantly.
you were hardly a shy person, your fingers reaching up to his shoulders only to slide them down, fingers trailing over his chest, and to his abs. he was hard all over, it made your brain tick in need, beyond anything you’d ever felt before.
“look at me.” he suddenly whispered down at you. despite the thump of music in the walls, it felt like you were both the only people in the word.
obliging, you looked up.
“this is your last chance. if you don’t want this, i need you to tell me.” he was nuzzling his nose against yours whilst you whined at the mere thought.
“you said we were made for eachother.” you whispered, eyes glazed but firm. “show me.”
he grabbed one of your hands, so it was cupped against his cock. you gasped lightly as your fingers slid over his tip, watching the way he inhaled loudly, nuzzling his nose against your own.
“fuck.” jungkook moaned as you began to pump, before he grabbed your wrist, pulling you away gently.
within seconds, he was both lined up at your entrance and pushing into your tight hole. the both of you matched one another in sound, back arching into his chest as his biceps flexed around your head.
“too big..too big.” you whimpered, fists clenching against his chest, lightly beating. “take it. cmon baby, spread your legs.” he grunted against your cheek, planting wet kisses all around your face.
you felt like you were being split open, as he pushed and pushed and pushed until his fat cock was fully inside, bullying a home inside your pussy. it was a reminder that you belonged to him in a way that could only be described as primal - you were entirely his.
by the time he was fully inside, you had salty beads leaking from your eyes with your bottom lip trembling. you’d never looked so beautiful, he thought, desperately willing himself not to cum.
the mixture of pain and pleasure had your brain shutting down entirely. you couldn’t breathe, nails digging into his massive biceps that flexed with each sting you provided. “you okay?” he cooed down at you.
you nodded. “so big, kookie.”
his ego was sky rocketing. the way you were crying over how full you felt made him want to bully it all the more into you. he began to thrust, hips grinding into your own as his pace pushed deep into you, whilst being slow.
“god, my sweet girl. dreamt of this for years, finally have you.”
his words were making your brain empty. for once, nothing but the very moment you were in was all you could conjure in your brain, and for that alone, you knew you’d never get enough of him.
skin slapping against skin was all you could hear as jungkook began to fuck you like a man starved of what he had truly wanted all along. you.
his fingers slid to your hands, grabbing them and pushing them over your head as he ploughed in and out, in and out. the way they intertwined had you whining up at him, the painful stretch not lessening whilst the pleasure took over your entire body - it felt euphoric.
“feel that? feel-fuck..how right this feels?” he groaned down at you at the sight of tears running down your face as your own hips met his thrusts, desperate for more, aching to feel his emotion in your very body.
“feel you so deep, kookie.” your whimpers were driving him insane.
he felt sadistic knowing the sight of you so teary over his cock had him so hard, as though every thought and imagination of this moment had utterly paled since he truly never imagined you so cock drunk.
“there you go, baby. don’t have to think, don’t have to use your brain, hm?” his pace quickened, causing you to mewl. “always work so hard, it’s about time someone took care of you. fucked you like you deserved, made sure your little pussy feels it every single day..”
his rambles were hot and heavy as you scrambled beneath him, forced to take every drag of his cock as it lumbered against the most sensitive parts of you. this felt like more than sex. he was branding himself inside of you, making sure you knew you had found him just as he had found you, that there was no autonomy to leave anymore - just as you belonged to him, he was all fucking yours.
he pressed his lips to yours as you both made out, moans and whimpers filtering through whilst you clenched around him. his grip on your wrists was tightening, ensuring bruises would appear soon, something you secretly wanted. you wanted him to mark you, and in a way, you recognised you were just as fucked up as he was.
by the time he was fully pounding into you, you were meeting his thrusts, the party a forgotten entity downstairs as all you could think about was him him him. he wasn’t fairing any better, convinced you were both the devil and sweet angel reincarnated with the way you were whining whilst taking his thrusts.
“cmon baby, feel it?” he cooed as you began to babble about your impending orgasm, so cock drunk you weren’t making sense. god, you were precious.
“s’close.” you managed to choke out.
with a few final pumps, jungkook managed to tip you over the edge as your orgasm hit you like a freight train. your entire body seized up, hips lifting off of the bed to which he grabbed, fucking you through it harshly.
the way you were clenching around him had his own orgasm nearing, and he could hear you begging him to cum inside, as though the thought of him doing it anywhere else was sacrilegious to you. he obliged, of course, stilling as he released ropes of cum inside of you, whilst capturing your lips within his own.
kissing whilst orgasming had quickly become your new obsession, as you both moaned and whined whilst coming down from your highs, before jungkook practically collapsed on top of you, cock still inside, twitching in your sensitive pussy.
“so good to me. so, so good to me.” he whispered against your cheek with a smooth kiss, whilst releasing your hands.
immediately, you wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him in impossibly closer whilst closing your eyes gently. you’d never been fucked like that a day in your life, but coming from someone who was this obsessive over you, to the point you knew he was nothing other than someone who would stop at nothing to have you was oddly..comforting.
you both laid there in silence for a while, you now on his chest where you drew small circles, and him watching you. he was inside you, still, but in a different position, meaning you could still feel it all in your stomach.
“i know you’re tired.” he whispered down at you, slowly. “sleep here. i’ll be here all night.”
you couldn’t find it in yourself to not listen to him, and for once, you allowed yourself the luxury of closing your eyes, and simply drifting to sleep not dreaming of a life where you’d be seen, but finally living it.
—
morning hit the frat like a punishment.
sunlight was bleeding through the house, with the stench of opened cans of beer and toast bc liked the air, the majority of people gone with a few passed out here and there. the frat members were downstairs, yejin openly perched against yoongi.
you had woken up a few minutes prior, pulling jungkook’s hoodie over your sore and naked body. you needed a shower, but before anything, you needed water. it hung off of your body in a way that engulfed you, hiding you in his warmth whilst he slept in the bed.
you stepped out of his room, barefoot, your hair a mess and your makeup long gone. it was the purple bruising up and down your neck that had the entire house completely silent once they caught sight of you.
it was a sort of quiet that felt charged with understanding.
someone froze mid sip of coffee, jimin’s eyebrows shooting up, yejin gasping so loudly the rest looked over at you in genuine confusion.
it wasn’t until jungkook appeared behind you, shirtless with grey sweats on, that had them visually connecting the dots.
he immediately pulled you back into his chest, engulfing you from behind as his arm cupped your stomach, pressing kisses over your bruised neck. “hm, pretty.”
“didn’t think you were the type to fall for stalkers, y/n.” jimin cheekily retorted, small smirk forming as he took in the sight of you both.
you were both too hot for your liking, a deadly mix they all secretly appreciated.
“she likes it.” jungkook answered for you, kisses dragging to your jaw.
some laughed, others stayed silent because they knew. they knew about all of it. the notes, always knowing where you were, the way he was able to identify each part of you with a single look - he was vocal, proud even. he knew you were just as fucked up as he was and maybe that was the reason he was so drawn in the first place.
“i’m the only one he’s allowed to do it to.” you bit your lip, manoeuvring away from him to grab a bottle of water, to which he smirked lightly, watching the way the hoodie fell off of you almost naturally.
he walked over to meet you once more, pressing a small kiss to your shoulder before you met his gaze.
“you. only you.”
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➮ florist!Seonghwa × fem!Reader
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summary: Y/N favorite part of working at the Sweet Temptations Cafe is the view of the gorgeous flower shop across the street and the handsome and kind florist who comes in every morning at 7 am on the dot.
genres/themes/au: smut; flower love language, strangers to lovers; non idol au, florist au, barista au
warnings: adult dialogue, female reader, alcohol consumption, flirty Seonghwa, also Seonghwa being a menace, sexual content (18+ mdni), see smut warnings under the cut!
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a/n: this is my submission for the @cultofdionysus Spring event, The Language of Flowers. I have no excuse for the word count lmao just enjoy it. I’m probably going to stick to posting longer oneshots because I enjoy world building. Thank you so much @cheolism for beta-reading this for me ꒰｡•◡•｡꒱ thank you to everyone who reads this and if you reblog it, just know I’m tucking you into bed and kissing ur forehead 😘 as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only.
smut warnings: male masturbation, corruption kink, unprotected sex (wrap that shit), oral (m receiving, f receiving), mild facefucking (f receiving), dirty talk, praise (f receiving), finger sucking, spitting, choking (f receiving), marking/biting (f receiving), semi public sex, rough sex, hair pulling (m receiving), mild breeding kink, use of pet names (baeknari/lily, petal, blossom, sweetheart, kitten, etc.), dom!Seonghwa, sub!Reader, and I think that’s it but I could have missed some lol
Park Seonghwa was a simple man, known for three things: his love for coffee, his punctuality, and his affinity for flowers.
It had never been his intention to open a flower shop but somehow it had happened. When he was a child, his father had loved gardening, as had his mother. From a young age Seonghwa had learned the language of flowers, particularly of those in his parents’ garden. Along with his exceedingly good looks, his knowledge of flowers ended up helping him score points with the girls in his class.
As a teenager, Seonghwa wanted to be an athlete, particularly in volleyball, having lost his love for flowers and their secret language. He'd intended to make that his career but after the untimely death of his grandmother, Seonghwa rediscovered a passion and love for flowers. He changed his major from sports to business administration and upon graduating with a degree, he set out to start a business.
Four years had passed since he opened his flower shop, The Flower Guy, and he was surprised by the overwhelmingly positive response from the town. Business had been booming ever since he opened his shop and it didn’t die down. He’d built up a steady clientele, from other businesses to wedding planners.
He’d been able to turn it into his livelihood and couldn’t be happier with the decisions that led him to where he was now, even as he swept the floor of the shop, pushing the dirt into the waiting dustpan.
The sun was setting over the town square, basking the buildings in its dying golden glow. With a stretch and a sigh, Seonghwa checked the time on his watch before walking over, turning the lock on the door, and flipping off the switch for the open sign. He went back to his sweeping, brushing all the dirt and debris from the stone tile into the dustpan before picking it up and making his way to the back of his shop to deposit the dirt.
He checked the door leading to the narrow alley behind his shop, making sure the lock was secure — although if anyone did manage to break in, the most they would find were some flowers and maybe some gardening tools. Seonghwa was a smart man and always made sure to empty the register and do his accounting at the end of each day, taking everything home to put in his safe there. The safe in the shop was for show and only kept papers inside.
After putting away the broom and dustpan, he set to work mopping the tiles from the door to the back before putting the microfiber mop away. He then set to work, misting all the flowers in the back room. After he grabbed the till from the register, moving back to the office to start the process of closing up and counting the profits of the day.
You flipped the sign from opened to closed and let out a yawn. The square outside was almost deserted, only a few people still outside, enjoying the nice weather of the day.
“Y/N, could you wipe down the tables and counter for me?” you heard from behind you and turned to find your manager, Addie, already starting to mop.
Without a word, you headed through the shop, ducking behind the counter to grab a clean rag and the bucket of soapy disinfectant water. You grabbed a pair of gloves, pulling them on before heading out to start wiping the tables down and cleaning them up. You worked in silence, the soft piano tones of the overhead speakers playing on low volume.
The cafe wasn’t very big, and the tables weren’t exceptionally dirty, so it didn’t take you any longer than usual to wipe all of them down. You were wiping down the counter, scrubbing at a particularly stubborn spot of spilled coffee you must have missed earlier in the day when Addie returned, opening the drawer of the first register and starting to read the card slips, inputting any of the tips that hadn’t been put into the computer.
Once done, she pulled out the money and added it to the jar you kept on the counter by the register for tips before moving to the other register and repeating the process. It had just been the two of you working the front end and one person, Lin, in the kitchen.
Wednesdays weren’t a particularly busy day for the cafe and the amount of work you had closing reflected that. Addie went to the back to do the daily accounting while you checked on Lin in the kitchen, offering them your help. Once you were both done, you announced your departure to Addie who wished you both a good night.
Outside, you said goodbye to your coworker and noticed the door of the flower shop opening. The florist was exiting, shutting the door behind him and locking it with his key which he returned to his pocket. He turned and froze, noticing you watching him.
“Good evening,” you said as he started forward again, closing the distance between you.
“Evening, baeknari,” he said, a smile on his face as he reached you, matching your pace as you started to walk alongside him.
‘That nickname again,’ you thought to yourself, a smile threatening to spread across your lips.
You remembered when you’d asked him what it meant and he told you that in Korean it meant white lily. For some reason, him calling you ‘white lily’ made you giddy.
“Busy today?” you asked, keeping your hands tucked in your pockets.
“Not terribly,” he replied, his own hands tucked in his coat pockets. “Mainly just people coming to buy flowers for their partners. Got a couple events booked next week,” he added.
“Do you book a lot of events?” you asked as the two of you walked towards the main street.
“A fair few.Mostly birthdays and the odd anniversary,” he explained. “The floral arrangements for those are always easy.”
You smiled as you glanced up at him.
Ever since you’d first met Seonghwa, there was something about him that drew you to him. Maybe it was his passion for his craft, his sense of humor, or maybe his incredibly good looks. Regardless, you had been intrigued immediately and were interested in getting to know him on a more personal level.
You knew almost next to nothing about the man other than he liked banana nut muffins, caramel macchiatos with white chocolate sauce, and flowers. You could pick out other little facts based on your short interactions with him. He dressed like a model, wearing clothes that probably cost more than you were willing to spend. Then again, he could probably make anything he wore look expensive.
He also smelled amazing, like warm vanilla and cinnamon.
Not that you took to smelling him often. The scent just permeated the air around him; not in a way that had you coughing or gagging, though. He reeked of expensive taste and oozed a confidence and charisma that you could only dream of possessing.
“What are the hardest events?” you asked, looking up at him. The two of you stopped at the main thoroughfare and Seonghwa turned to look at you, fixing you with his dark brown eyes. He hesitated a moment before answering your question.
“Weddings,” he said honestly. “I love booking weddings because I can make a lot of money doing floral arrangements for an entire venue but there’s the…” he trailed off, glancing away and across the street. You took a step forward, not realizing it until he looked back down at you and was considerably closer.
That was the thing about Seonghwa, he had this innate ability to draw people into him, figuratively and literally. He was alluring and magnanimous. He always managed to invade your thoughts and made you want more of him, whether that be through conversation or something more intimate —
‘Get it together, Y/N. You’re in public!’
“The what?” you asked softly. Seonghwa chuckled lightly before answering.
“The brides,” he replied. Your brows knitted together, confusion taking over your features.
“The brides?” you asked. “What’s wrong with the brides?”
Seonghwa shook his head. “Nothing, inherently. It’s just some of them.”
You nodded, understanding instantly.
“Ah,” you replied, fighting the urge to smirk. “Bridezillas.”
He nodded, eyes scanning your face as you glanced at a passing couple with a dog, a smile crossing your face. One of your favorite things about this town was all the dog owners. You loved dogs.
‘Distracted much?’
You turned back to Seonghwa. “Yeah,” he finally said. “The bridezillas.”
You opened your mouth to respond but was cut short by the shrill sound of a ringing phone. Seonghwa sighed heavily and rolled his eyes, holding up a finger. “Hold that thought,” he said, fishing his phone from his pocket, and checked the screen.
Whoever was on the other end he must not have wanted to talk to, because he groaned and rolled his eyes yet again. “I’m so sorry,” he said softly, looking up at you. “I have to take this and if I know this person, they’re going to talk and talk and talk. I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”
You nodded as he started to back away, his phone still ringing. “Have a good night!” you called as he answered the phone.
“You, too!” he said before turning away and starting to walk in the direction of his home, leaving you to turn and walk the opposite direction.
“This had better be good, Joong,” Seonghwa snapped. “I was in the middle of a conversation with —”
“With Cafe Girl?”
Seonghwa sighed, coming to a halt and pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers.
“Yes. And for the last time, her name is Y/N.”
Hongjoong chuckled on the other end. “Yeah, her. Have you asked her out yet?”
Seonghwa continued walking, switching his phone to the other side. “No,” he answered. “Not yet.”
Hongjoong booed him and Seonghwa clenched his jaw as he walked through the few pedestrians on the sidewalk, making his way to his apartment. “You’re never gonna get in her bed if you don’t ask her out.”
Seonghwa could have strangled his friend.
“Is there a point to your call?” Seonghwa asked as he approached the door to his building.
“Oh, right! I have this thing,” Hongjoong started. “An event.”
Seonghwa snorted as he typed the code in to get into his building. “You have an event?” he asked incredulously as he walked across the lobby, nodding at one of his neighbors picking up their mail as he stopped by his mailbox to retrieve his.
“Yes,” Hongjoong said, sounding indignant. “I have an event and I was wonder—”
“Let me guess,” Seonghwa said as he pressed the button for the elevator. “You want me to do floral arrangements?”
He heard Hongjoong scoff over the phone. “No, I was gonna ask you to attend, smartass.”
Seonghwa got off at his floor and made his way to his door, bowing politely to his neighbor as he passed.
“When is it?” Seonghwa asked as he reached his door, fishing out his keys and unlocking the door.
Once inside, he kicked his shoes off and walked over to deposit his mail on the kitchen counter.
“Next month, the 30th.”
Seonghwa told him to hold, pulling his phone away from his ear to check his calendar.
“I should be free,” he said. “Send me the details,” he added as he started to go through his mail.
“Awesome. And actually, on second thought, could you perhaps make me something pretty to display?”
Seonghwa chuckled, shaking his head. “Goodbye Joong,” he said, hanging up before his best friend could say anything else.
“The nerve of that guy,” he whispered as he set his phone down. “To expect me to make him shit for free.”
Of course, Seonghwa would make something nice for Hongjoong and he would definitely be doing it for free.
Free food and alcohol that is.
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‘Well, shit.’
Seonghwa stared at the long line from outside the cafe and sighed, reluctantly pulling open the door and stepping, holding the door for two people who were leaving. He glanced over the heads of the patrons before him to find you working diligently to take orders with another cashier and even hopping on to help fulfill orders, making lattes and wrapping up scones, muffins, and other pastries all with a smile on your face.
One of his favorite things about you. You never complained, at least not in front of the customers. You never let them see how overwhelmed or stressed you were. You always had a smile on your face, working fast to make sure everyone’s orders came out in a timely manner.
You handed over a bag full of pastries, giving the customer in front of you another radiant smile before they stepped aside to wait for their coffee and you were able to take the next order. Seonghwa couldn’t help but watch you work. He always had a habit of watching you when he came in.
He hated how creepy that made him sound but he was just so fascinated with how well you seemed to work under pressure and how well you kept it together when a customer was screaming in your face. You were always so polite and so sweet and Seonghwa knew he wasn’t the only one who noticed you.
There were always a plethora of men who flirted with you, asking for your number, asking what time you got off work. And always you turned them down gently and sent them on their way; every single guy got the same treatment.
Well, every guy except for Seonghwa. He noticed that when the other guys flirted, you smiled and steered the conversation back to their order, yet when Seonghwa did the exact same thing, flirting with you as if you hadn’t heard every pick up line in the book, you never once turned him down.
In fact, if Seonghwa was remembering correctly, you often flirted back with him, smile widening into a genuine one before you looked down at the counter and either busied yourself with a marker or your apron, something you often did when you were flustered.
He wasn’t sure what it was, but with him, you always flirted back and it drove Seonghwa increasingly mad. Especially when your smiles turned shy, you shifted nervously, or pretended to be busy, all tell tale signs you were shy or flustered.
Seonghwa remembered the first day you started working here, having been a regular customer for several years. He’d seen several guys flirt with you before he approached the counter and made a joke about them, which made you genuinely laugh. That was the exact moment he knew you were going to plague his every thought.
That laugh, the way you threw your head back, the genuine joy and amusement on your face and the cute stickers you added to his cup sent the signal that you just might be interested in him and so every day for the last two years, he’s been coming to this cafe.
Not for the coffee, not for the pastries, but to see your beautiful face. Hopefully make you smile or laugh, and when he did, it gave him enough fuel to get through the day, more than the coffee or the muffins you sold him every morning.
Seonghwa was only a few paces from the counter when you noticed him. You had been making a latte when you glanced over and noticed him, a shy smile gracing your lips before you went back to work so as to not spill any of the boiling hot coffee on your hands.
The next customer went, ordering what seemed to be the entire left side of the menu; thankfully the person before Seonghwa ordered a simple black coffee and a sugar-free blueberry muffin; then it was his turn. You wiped down the counter and smiled at him which soon turned apologetic.
“I’m so sorry,” you started softly. Seonghwa’s stomach sank and he wondered what you could possibly need to apologize to him for. “We ran out of your usual muffin,” you explained and Seonghwa smiled, his stomach settling back where it was supposed to be. No banana nut muffins? No problem.
“Oh that’s alright,” he said, glancing at the menu quickly. “Just the usual coffee and I’ll try a lemon poppyseed muffin instead,” he ordered, pulling his wallet out as you punched his order in and pressing the card reader option on the terminal.
“Sorry it’s so busy,” you added in an undertone. Seonghwa tapped his card against the reader until it beeped and put his card away in his wallet, placing it back in his pocket.
“And take your time,” he added. “I’m not in any rush.” You smiled and mouthed ‘thank you’ before turning to start making his coffee.
It wasn’t like anyone else couldn’t make his coffee, but he preferred it when you did and knew you preferred it, too. You often drew little doodles or added stickers and left encouraging messages on his cup sleeve — which he totally didn’t keep when he needed a mood pick up during the long hours at the shop.
He waited patiently off to the side, checking his phone. He wished he could get your number one of these days but he really had no way of asking, considering he knew you’d never be able to give your number to a customer while you were working. That had to be against a bunch of rules.
But he could leave his number with you, right? God, he was stupid. Why hadn’t he thought of that before?
Seonghwa approached the counter to speak to your co-worker. “Hi,” he said softly. “Do you have a post-it note and a pen I could borrow?” he asked. The college-aged student nodded, grabbing a stack of yellow post-its and a pen, handing them off to Seonghwa. He took them with a thanks, scribbling down his number and name.
You moved from the coffee maker and slid open the cold case to grab his muffin with a deli paper. You placed it into a paper sack and grabbed the coffee cup, moving to the pick up area where Seonghwa was waiting. “One caramel macchiato with white chocolate sauce and a lemon poppyseed muffin,” you said with a smile as you placed his order on the counter and pushed it towards him.
Seonghwa leaned forward, thanking you and pressing the folded yellow post-it into your hand before grabbing his coffee and muffin, giving you a wink, and making his way to the door. He didn’t stop to see if you opened the note. He would find out later if you took him up on his offer.
As he reached the door to his shop, fishing his keys out to unlock the door and let himself in, he felt his pocket vibrate in his pocket and chuckled to himself. “That was fast,” he whispered as he shut the door and turned the lock, moving through the front room and into the office.
He set his coffee and muffin down, reached into his coat pocket and pulled his phone out, expecting to see an unknown number but instead saw a text from Hongjoong.
Joongie: what was that shit we got when we were in the city last month? The wine. The red one
Seonghwa rolled his eyes before typing in a quick response.
Seonghwa: the red wine we got at dinner from that one restaurant? It was Roscato – Rosso Dolce.
Joongie: ur a life saver! (: thank u!
Seonghwa: is this to impress a girl?
Joongie: I’ll never tell ;)
Seonghwa rolled his eyes and locked the screen of his phone, setting it down on the desk and removing his coat to hang up. He sat down and opened his bag to pull out the muffin and took a nibble. It wasn’t bad. The banana nut ones were his favorite but this would do.
He grabbed the coffee cup and smiled at the words and doodles on the page as well as a couple stickers. ‘She must have done this when I wasn’t looking,’ he told himself, smiling at the little notes you left on his coffee sleeve. Another one for his collection.
The rush had finally ended and you could take your break. You grabbed a simple iced coffee and a muffin, moving to the back to sit at the break table and pulled the yellow note from your apron. You unfolded it and read on the note.
You smiled, gently nibbling on your bottom lip as you slipped your phone out of your pocket and opened your texting app, entering his digits into your phone and sending a quick text.
Y/N: hey. it’s Y/N (: I’d love to get dinner with you. Just say the time and place
You continued to pick and nibble on your muffin, scrolling on your phone as you ticked away the minutes of your break. You decided to send one more text to let Seonghwa know you were heading back to work and would be unavailable until after your shift was over.
Once it sent, you pocketed the device and went back to work, trying desperately not to think about the phone in your apron pocket that vibrated every so often and what that notification might be.
The rest of your shift was uneventful as you took orders from the few stragglers that came in, others coming in to take up residence at a table and work on either work or school work while sipping on their coffee and taking advantage of the free Wi-Fi.
“Could you take these back to the kitchen to be washed,” Addie asked softly, pulling you out of your stupor as you stood doodling mindlessly on a notepad you kept at the register. You set the pen down and stood up, taking the carafes from her and heading for the doorway into the kitchen where Lin was currently washing dishes.
“Need any help back here?” you asked, hopefully but they shook their head.
“Nah,” Lin answered. “I got it. But thank you,” they added.
You turned away and headed back up front, sighing heavily as you returned to your spot. You glanced up at the clock. Time seemed to be ticking slowly, minute by minute. Inching by like a snail on a garden wall. Slow and steady wins the race but what race? Race of being bored to death?
‘Okay, Y/N, stop being dramatic.’
“Addie,” you murmured, chin resting in your hand as you looked around at the mostly empty cafe. “I’m dying of boredom here,” you announced before turning to face her. “Please tell me you have something for me to do,” you said, almost pleadingly. Addie chuckled and nodded towards the dining area.
“If you’re desperate for something to do, you can wipe down the empty tables,” she answered and you smiled, ducking down to grab the small bucket of soapy sanitizer water and a clean rag, before standing up and making your way out from behind the counter.
Cleaning the tables was something to keep your body occupied but unfortunately it didn’t do much for keeping your mind occupied. Every once in a while, you threw glances towards the windows that looked out into the town square where you could see the front of the flower shop.
You pulled your phone out and snuck a glance at the screen but there were no notifications beyond your discord group chats with friends. ‘He must be really busy,’ you thought to yourself as you tucked your phone away and went back to wiping down the tables.
Every time a table cleared, you were quick to wipe it down, brushing any debris onto the floor to sweep up later with the broom.
When the last of the customers cleared out and Addie shut the door, locking it and flipping the open sign over to the side that read ‘closed,’ you were beyond excited to get out of the cafe and go home.
Grabbing the broom, you started from the back, sweeping around the cafe, making little piles of dirt, trash, and other debris to come by and pick up with the dustpan later. Lin finished the dishes in the back and was restocking the small fridges under the counter while Addie was preparing things for the following day.
Once your small mounds of dust and trash had been swept up, you made your way to the back to fill the mop bucket and grab the mop. Taking it back to the front, you worked from the far side of the shop towards the counter while Lin returned to the kitchen to clean the back.
By the time both you and Lin had finished mopping and drying key areas of the floor, Addie had finished counting the tills and was in the office, doing the final accounting duties of the day.
“We’re finished, Addie,” Lin said as you both peered into the office.
“All right,” she replied. “I’ll see you two tomorrow?”
You nodded, waving and then made your way to the front door, Lin not far behind.
“Do you want to grab an early dinner?” Lin asked as they pulled their beanie on, the ends of their hair multicolored flipping up. You smiled and shook your head.
“No, but thank you,” you replied. “I’ll see you tomorrow!” you announced as you turned to walk in the direction of your home, Lin heading the opposite way.
As you passed, you glanced over at the floral shop to see the lights inside were still on from what you could see; the open sign had also been flipped to show it was now closed. You hadn’t seen anyone go in or out of the shop since Seonghwa entered it this morning and you wondered if it was normally closed on certain weekdays and you just hadn’t noticed before.
You were half tempted to stop by, knock on the door and tell Seonghwa in person that you were interested in going on that date, but you’d have to just trust he would get your texts. You didn’t want to come off as desperate but something inside you told you Seonghwa wouldn’t mind even if you did.
Still, you would wait for his response.
Seonghwa looked up from sweeping to notice the cafe had already flipped its open sign. He could see your figure in the distance walking away from the shop and he watched as you walked away, resisting the urge to exit his own shop and stop you. He’d just wait until he got home to check his messages.
He hadn’t been able to look at his phone since that morning when Hongjoong texted him. He had orders to fill for school dances and other events. It was also pruning day so he really couldn’t have his phone on him with how much work he had to do.
He turned away as your form disappeared from his line of sight and continued sweeping. His hands tightened around the broomstick, the frequency of his sweeping motion increasing as he remembered the way your eyes looked up at him in curiosity when he handed you the note and it made his mind run wild.
‘No. Stop it.’
He shook his head and tried to go back to the task at hand but it wasn’t long until his mind wandered, imagining how you’d look bending over to sweep the cafe and again he had to take a deep breath and force his mind elsewhere. It was getting ridiculous, the way his thoughts ran wild when you were on the forefront of his mind.
He was no stranger to fantasies but this was beyond fantasizing at this point. He couldn’t help but think about you doing the most mundane tasks before his imagination got away from him and he was imagining bending you over his kitchen counter, or laying you back on the counter of the cafe as he buried his head between your thighs —
“Stop it!” he shouted, throwing the broom to the floor with a clatter as he ran his fingers through his hair, eyes screwed shut as he regulated his breathing, shoulders rising and falling as he failed to gain control of his own thoughts and emotions.
His constant fantasizing made him feel like some sort of crazed sexual deviant and he often wondered if maybe he just needed to get laid and the thoughts might go away. Unfortunately for him, the only person he wanted was the source of his anguish, the subject of all his fantasies and thoughts.
Seonghwa grumbled to himself, bending over to pick up the broom and resume sweeping. He needed to get it done fast so he could go home to find some relief.
Once the shop was clean and locked up tightly, Seonghwa left out the front door, the bell ringing as he opened the door and shut it. Once he locked it, he began making his way across the square in the same direction you had initially gone, only to eventually turn right and head for his own apartment.
It wasn’t much, an old brick building that was once a high school before the new one was built and the old one turned into apartments. It was the first place Seonghwa looked when he was moving to this town and found a one bedroom apartment with a den. He’d lived there ever since, turning the clean slate into a home.
The bedroom Seonghwa had turned into an office and opted to sleep in the den where there were no windows. He had this thing about light; he couldn’t sleep if any lights were on, even if they came from outside. The den had no window, and so he didn’t need to buy blackout curtains. The doors to the den were double sliding doors that met in the middle and with the twist of a knob, locked together. It wasn’t as sturdy as a bedroom door, but it did the job.
Seonghwa unlocked the door, letting himself into the apartment where he shut and locked the door. He then leaned against it, letting out a sigh that morphed into a groan. He took off his shoes, setting them by the shoe rack, and removed his coat, hanging it up in the closet by the front door.
He set his mail on the counter and started going through it, sorting the important stuff from the junk.
Once that was done, he checked the time and sighed before picking up his phone and scrolling through the options for delivery. Once he settled on something, he placed his order and went about his business until there was a buzz at the intercom.
The restaurant must not have been busy because his food arrived promptly and he buzzed the driver up, paying him and giving a generous tip before closing the door and settling down with his meal and a show for background noise.
His thoughts shifted to you and what you might be having for dinner. Were you eating alone? Were you watching TV? Had you gone on a date? That last thought almost soured his mood but he forced the thought from his mind and dug his phone out of his pocket.
He had a handful of texts from an unknown number and opened the messages.
xxx-xxxx-xxxx: hey. it’s Y/N (: I’d love to get dinner with you. Just say the time and place
xxx-xxxx-xxxx: i was on my break but i have to go back now and won’t be able to check my phone
xxx-xxxx-xxxx: just let me know!
xxx-xxxx-xxxx: hey i just got off and i’m heading home.
xxx-xxxx-xxxx: i’m still interested in getting dinner with you sometime
Seonghwa smiled to himself reading your texts before he promptly saved your number to his phone and shot you a few texts back.
Seonghwa: hey sorry I didn’t get back to you sooner. I just sat down to eat dinner. It was a busy day at the shop
Seonghwa: if you’re still interested, i’d love to get dinner some time this week
Seonghwa: does this Saturday work for you?
He set his phone aside and resumed eating only for his screen to light up with a new text from you. ‘She responded so fast?’ he thought. ‘Is she eager?’ Or perhaps, like him, she was desperate. Not that he would judge. He would never think of you in a bad way. He knew he was desperate, maybe even pathetic at times, but you? Not you. You were nothing like him.
Y/N: saturday sounds perfect (: what time?
He typed a quick response, trying not to get overly excited by the fact that you wanted to see him too. ‘It’s not that serious,’ he told himself. ‘Down boy.’
Seonghwa: how about 7? I know this Italian place not far from my apartment
He held his phone in his hand, food all but forgotten as he waited for your response which came just as quickly as it had before.
Y/N: sounds perfect! Send me the address and I’ll meet you there
Seonghwa smiled to himself as he typed in the restaurant name and address for you to save before he set his phone down and looked at his forgotten meal, cursing silently as he picked up his utensil and continued eating.
He had a date with you on Saturday at seven pm and he was going to need to be on his best behavior.
After eating, he cleaned up and headed to the bathroom to take a shower. Since the sweeping incident, he hadn’t been able to calm down and decided it would be best if he just relieved himself in the shower.
It had come down to this plenty of times before, fantasizing about you while he was at work only to have to come home and jerk off so he could settle down and go to sleep. It was like second nature at this point. He had a few fantasies he could relive in moments like these, letting out a sigh as the hot water beat down on him, running down his body as he stood under the stream.
He pushed his hair out of his face, keeping his eyes shut as he let his hands rest on the back of his neck. Taking a deep breath, he let one of his hands wander, sliding down his chest, moving slowly further and further down until the tips of his fingers brushed over his pubic region, stopping to take a deep breath.
Behind his eyelids, he imagined your face, your sweet smile when he would flirt with you, the way you looked away clearly flustered by his attention. The images in his mind shifted to you standing in his kitchen; it wasn’t entirely uncommon for his fantasies to start off with doing something domestic like cooking.
He let out a sigh as his fingers wrapped around the base of his cock. In his mind, he had you bent over the counter, panties around your ankles as he guided the tip of his cock to your soaking entrance.
Slowly Seonghwa’s hand moved, stroking himself as he imagined it was your cunt instead that was cripping him tightly. He could almost hear your whimpers as he imagined he was thrusting into your warm, velvety walls instead of into his fist.
“Fuck,” he hissed, chest rising and falling with labored breaths as he continued to stroke himself, squeezing the base of his cock like he imagined your cunt would as you started to spasm around him. A few more strokes and he let out a stifled moan as he came, ropes of white hitting the shower tile.
He took a few moments to regain his composure before spraying down the tiles, washing away the shame of fantasizing about you. He always felt guilty following this sessions in the shower or in his bed as he imagined fucking you or your mouth but the shame would ebb away and the desire to have you, to corrupt you, would return in full force.
As he continued with the routine of his shower, he wondered what you looked like when you came. Did your eyes roll back as your lips parted in a silent moan?
Did you cry out, tears in the corner of your eyes as you came? He wanted nothing more than to find out, but he had to remind himself to take it slow. He didn’t want to scare you.
‘Baby steps.’
Once he was cleaned, dried, and dressed in his pajamas, Seonghwa entered the den, shutting the doors behind him and moving to set his phone on the wireless charger. He noticed he had another text from you.
Y/N: goodnight Seonghwa (:
He smiled as he sent a text back before putting his phone on Do Not Disturb and set it on the charger. He turned off the light and got into bed, thankfully drifting off to sleep quickly.
As quickly as sleep came, the dreams followed and the next morning, Seonghwa woke up with a raging hard-on and a new fantasy involving the cute barista from his favorite cafe.
After taking a quick shower to relieve himself, Seonghwa got dressed and headed out of the apartment, making his way down the stairs when he checked his pocket to find he was missing his phone. “Damn it,” he cursed softly and headed back up, letting himself into his apartment and grabbing his phone from where he left it in his room.
He checked the screen to see if it was charged and found a few message notifications. He opened the device and smiled as he read the texts from you.
Y/N: good morning Seonghwa
Y/N: i hope you slept well! (:
Y/N: i can’t wait to see you in the cafe this morning
Seonghwa chuckled, pocketing the phone and headed back out to start making his way to the town square. The whole walk there, he contemplated going to another cafe but felt that might be a little mean. Maybe he just wanted you to long for his presence the way he longed for yours.
The scene in the cafe was the opposite of the previous morning and you were currently camped out by the register, ringing up an order for a small elderly woman. When she paid and stepped aside it was Seonghwa’s turn and he was instantly glad he decided not to visit another cafe.
The smile that spread across your lips and reached to your eyes was even more radiant than any smile he’d seen before. “Good morning,” you said breathlessly and Seonghwa knew it the way you said it was more than a standard employee greeting a customer.
There was a sparkle in your eyes he’d never seen before. Almost a yearning, like you were excited to see him. ‘Cute,’ he told himself as he glanced up at the menu. As if he even needed to.
“The usual?” you asked before he could start order and he smiled at your eagerness to serve him.
Before he could stop it, his mind wandered and he wondered if you were this eager to please in other areas. ‘Don’t do this. Not right now,’ he told himself. He swallowed thickly and nodded. “Yes please,” he replied, feeling relieved when you looked down to punch in his order.
You told him his total, pressing the button for the card reader yet again, same routine as the day before and he paid by tapping his card against the reader. Once it beeped, you printed off the receipt and set it on a stack after he refused it. You opened the case to get his muffin, a banana nut one, from the second shelf, put it in a paper bag, and handed it to him before getting started on his coffee.
Seonghwa normally busied himself with his phone while you worked but this time, he didn’t look away. Instead he allowed his eyes to wander, taking in your backside. He was eternally grateful the cafe didn’t force you to wear some ugly uniform.
You wore a knee length cream colored dress with a white lace trim peeking out from under the hem. The dress was fitted at the waist, showing off your curves as you worked. The sleeves were short and there was a collared v-neck. The dark brown apron you wore complimented the dress, offering some contrast.
Seonghwa didn’t often take in what you were wearing, but the dress was really pretty on you. He wondered if you always wore clothes like this to work or if you had dressed up for him.
You finished his coffee, placing a lid on it and then sliding the cup into a sleeve before picking up a marker and starting to write on it. He saw you sneak a couple of stickers onto the sleeve before walking over to the pick up counter and set his coffee down.
“One caramel macchiato with white chocolate sauce,” you said softly, almost shyly as he stepped forward to take it.
“Thank you,” he said softly and smiled as you adjusted the ties of your apron that most certainly didn’t need adjusting. “See you later,” Seonghwa said softly, sending you a wink and making his way towards the door, pushing it open with his back and stepping out into the square.
You sighed and watched Seonghwa walk out of the door, crossing the square to the floral shop and watched as he opened the door. “What are you looking at?” Lin asked in your ear and you flinched, turning your gaze away from the windows, grabbing a towel and starting to wipe the counters.
“N-nothing,” you stammered but Lin already saw everything.
“Isn’t that the florist?” they asked. You shrugged, falling silent as you scrubbed at a stubborn spot on the counter.
“He’s pretty handsome,” Lin added as you pretended to be busy.
“Who’s pretty handsome?” a voice asked and you both turned to see Addie standing by the espresso machine, arms crossed as she leaned against the counter. “The florist,” Lin answered before you could stop them. Addie raised an eyebrow, glancing out the cafe windows over at the flower shop before looking back at you.
“What about him?”
“Y/N was sighing and watching him walk away,” Lin said, smirking at you as your cheeks burned and you looked away.
“Sighing?” Addie asked, glancing at you. “Oh no, is Y/N in love?” she asked, a slight teasing tone in her voice.
You rolled your eyes, setting the rag under the counter and started to walk away.
“I hate you guys,” you muttered, but you in fact did not hate them. A fact they were well aware of.
Throughout your shift, you sent texts to Seonghwa and he replied when he could. You could see people going in and out of the shop all day, some leaving with large bouquets and others with small ones or single flowers. Business was clearly booming, or was it blooming?
While you were waiting for your shift to end, you decided to pull up the restaurant Seonghwa had suggested, something you should have done yesterday when he first brought it up but it slipped your mind. He had mentioned it was an Italian place and the menu looked good.
As the day wore on, you were getting more and more excited for your date with the handsome florist.
Saturday, for you, could not come fast enough.
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For Seonghwa, Saturday came much too fast and he wasn’t sure if he could handle it. The fantasies starring you had increased in frequency and he was finding it harder (no pun intended) to not pop a boner at the mere thought of you. He needed to learn to control himself.
He stood in front of his mirror, adjusting the cuff of his black shirt as he looked over his appearance, seeing if anything was out of place. He took a deep breath and gave his reflection a nod before moving to grab his coat, sliding it on. From the counter, he retrieved his keys, wallet, and phone, pocketing the items as he walked over to the door, slipping on his shoes, and let himself out into the hall.
The ride in the small old elevator down to the main floor took a few minutes from his apartment on the top floor and soon he was walking through the empty lobby, footsteps echoing against the walls as he crossed the tile floor to the front door.
The walk to the restaurant wasn’t a long one and he hoped it wasn’t too far for you either. He didn’t know exactly where you lived, he just knew you always turned left at the main road when walking home and he always went right.
The restaurant had opened up recently in a newly renovated building of connected shops. Seonghwa had seen it in passing a couple times and now that the opportunity to go on a date had presented itself, he figured it would be the perfect time to check it out, and who better to experience it with than the person who occupied almost all his thoughts.
Seonghwa arrived after a brisk walk, pulling the door open and then holding it for two people exiting. He stepped inside, approaching the host stand where a young woman with shoulder length brown hair wearing a plain black tee, black slacks stood.
She smiled up at him as he approached.
“Hi, just one?” she asked, grabbing a menu.
“Uh, two actually. I have a reservation,” Seonghwa answered.
She smiled, setting the menu down and opening the book. “Name?” she asked, picking up a black pen and scanning the sheet.
“Park,” he answered, waiting for her to find his name.
“You’re a little early,” she noted, checking the time. “I can mark you down and when your table opens up, I can send you a text,” she offered, looking up.
“I think I’ll just sit at the bar,” he said, watching as he scribbled something down on the page.
“Alright,” she said, smiling as she clicked the pen. “I’ll let you know when a table opens up.”
Seonghwa thanked her and made his way over to the bar, catching the bartender’s attention as he took a seat. The bartender, a man who seemed to be around his age, set a napkin in front of him. “What can I get you?” he asked. Seonghwa glanced at the glass bottles that lined a shelf behind him.
“Could I get a whiskey, neat?” he asked, looking back at the bartender who nodded and turned to open the case with the chilled glasses. Seonghwa took the opportunity to shrug out of his coat and look around as he unbuttoned his sleeve cuffs.
He had expected the restaurant to have a more modern feel but instead of a clean and sterile environment, the textured wallpaper was a cream colored, contrasting with the dark warm wood floors and accents. The tables were all round, covered in white tablecloth. The larger tables were in the middle with white cushioned chairs to accommodate 6 people. Along the windowed walls were smaller tables for two to three people.
Seonghwa turned back as the bartender returned, setting his drink in front of him. Seonghwa thanked him and pulled his wallet out to pay but the bartender declined. “First one’s on the house,” he said with a smile and walked away to go about his duties.
Seonghwa picked up the glass, swirling the amber-colored liquid before raising the glass to his lips and tilting his head back. The burn of the alcohol brought him out of his own swirling thoughts and he let out a small sigh as he set the glass down and waited, hoping you were on your way.
You glanced at your reflection for what felt like the millionth time since putting on your dress.
You’d opted for a white fitted one, which was a bold choice given that you were going to an Italian restaurant. You had gone back and forth on what to wear, trying to decide between a black dress and the white one you were currently sporting.
You checked the time and cursed. If you wanted to get to the restaurant on time, you needed to leave now. Rushing through your apartment, you grabbed your small clutch, putting your wallet, phone, and lip gloss into it and heading for the door where you slipped into your heels, a simple black heel with red bottoms. They had been a gift from your parents upon finishing school and you saved them for special occasions.
Once your coat was on, you headed out of your apartment, locking the door and heading down the stairs and out the front door.
You made the short walk to the bus station, opting to take the bus since you were wearing heels. The restaurant was only down the road from your building but you’d rather not kill your feet and thankfully, the bus showed up only moments later.
You boarded, pulling out your transport card and scanning it before picking a seat behind the driver and keeping your eyes down. You didn’t often take the bus but when you did, you always felt like a million eyes were on you. Of course this wasn’t true, no one was even paying any attention to you.
You really needed to stop reading and listening to r/no sleep and r/lets not meet stories.
The ride to the restaurant was uneventful and as the bus pulled up to the nearest stop, you stood up, briefly adjusting the hem of your dress and thanking the driver before heading for the steps, descending them carefully until your feet met the pavement.
The stop wasn’t too far from the restaurant but you still needed to walk to make it there. You felt mildly subconscious about the people you passed, but you knew that was your anxiety speaking, assuming people were looking at you like you were some kind of main character in a story.
‘This isn’t wattpad, Y/N,’ you told yourself. ‘No one is even looking at you. Wait, no, that’s not true. That guy just looked.’
You offered a polite smile at the man you passed as he looked you up and down and you instantly regretted everything you’d ever done in your life. ‘Great, he probably thinks you’re some kind of streetwalker. Not that there’s anything wrong with prostitution—’
‘Oh shut up,’ another voice told you in the back of your mind.
You looked up as you approached the restaurant and opened the door, stepping into the warm, cozy setting, a low hum as people chatted at low volume over their meals, sharing wine, appetizers, and no doubt gossip. You looked around briefly, taking in the cream-colored wallpaper, dark warm wood floors, and round white cloth covered tables.
The hostess looked up at you, smiling. She was cute and short, her chocolate brown hair cut into a shoulder-length bob. She wore a black tee shirt with cap sleeves and black slacks. She smiled up at you as you pulled your phone out to check to see if Seonghwa had texted you.
“Can I help you?” the hostess asked, drawing your attention away from your screen that had no missed notifications.
“I’m supposed to be meeting someone,” you explained as you moved closer to the host stand to allow people to pass you.
“Did you have a reservation?” the hostess asked. You noticed a black rectangular name tag with gold lettering that read her name was Jess.
“Uh, I’m not sure, actually,” you said. “I have a date and he didn’t tell me if he made a reservation. Could I look around and see if he’s here already?”
Jess smiled and nodded, returning her attention to the guest book in front of her as your eyes swept the room. It wasn’t large but it was certainly cozy. Three clear glass vases of different heights sat in the middle of each table with floating tealights. The overhead lighting was recessed into the ceiling and dimmed to create a more warm and inviting atmosphere.
Your eyes swept over the patrons until you reached the bar and your heart skipped a beat.
‘He’s here. He’s actually here.’
You noticed Seonghwa sitting at the bar, his jacket slung over the back of his stool as he nursed a class of what you could assume was whiskey based on the color. You turned to Jess. “I found him,” you announced softly. “He’s at the bar.”
Jess looked up and followed your line of sight before smiling. “Ahh, him,” she said, glancing at the guest book. “Your table should be ready in a few minutes,” she added, looking back up at you.
“Thank you,” you said before making your way over to the bar, heart hammering in your chest with each stride.
Seonghwa had certainly dressed up, making you glad you had as well. Most of the patrons in the restaurant had dressed up and you felt like you didn’t stand out too much. You cleared your throat as you stopped beside Seonghwa and he looked up.
His face lit up as he took in your form. “You made it,” he said as you set your bag on the bar and climbed up into the stool next to him. “What’re you drinking?” he asked. You glanced at the bar and took notice of all the alcohol bottles.
“Oh it’s fine,” you finally said. “I don’t really drink,” you added.
Seonghwa smiled and nodded. “Well, if you’d like a non-alcoholic cocktail, order whatever you’d like,” he said as he lifted his glass, downing the rest of his drink. As he set the glass down and nodded to the bartender, you decided maybe one drink wouldn’t be so bad.
If anything, it might help you loosen up. Your shoulders felt tense and you knew it was because you were nervous. You were here, at this upscale Italian restaurant, with quite possibly the most attractive man you’d ever laid your eyes on. For some reason, he’d asked you out.
“Actually,” you started as the bartender set a new drink in front of your date. Seonghwa looked up to meet your gaze.
“Maybe a glass of wine,” you suggested. Seonghwa looked up at the bartender.
“What options do you have?” he asked.
“Something red and semi-sweet,” you added. The bartender nodded and moved to get your glass.
“You like semi-sweet reds?” Seonghwa asked, his lips pulled into an uneven smirk.
You nodded. “Yeah, I like a lot of dolce wines,” you admitted. “I don’t drink often, but when I do, it’s usually something like Roscato — rosso dolce,” you added. Seonghwa chuckled under his breath as he picked up his drink and took a sip. The bartender returned with your glass of wine and set it in front of you.
“Did I say something funny?” you asked, pulling the glass of wine closer. Seonghwa shook his head.
“No, not funny,” he explained. “It’s just a coincidence. A friend of mine asked me for the name of a wine we tried at a restaurant on my last trip to visit him and it was Roscato,” he continued, looking up to meet your gaze. “Rosso dolce,” he added.
Your lips parted and you let out a short, soft laugh. “Oh,” you replied as you raised your glass.
“That is a coincidence.”
An hour later, you were sitting at a small table in the corner by the last window, having shared some appetizer whose name you couldn’t pronounce and an empty bowl of spaghetti aglio e olio sitting before you as Seonghwa looked at the dessert menu. “Do you want to try the tiramisu?” Seonghwa asked as you took a sip of your third glass of wine.
“Do you want to share it?” you offered.
Seonghwa glanced up at you, an amused look in his eye, like some unspoken joke that only he seemed to be privy to. “Sure,” he finally answered, looking back down at the menu and allowing you to breathe easier.
The server finally returned and Seonghwa asked for a tiramisu to split as you finished your glass.
“Would you like more wine, miss?” the server asked and you contemplated for a moment and then nodded.
Before the server could walk away, Seonghwa stopped him. “Could you bring another glass and the rest of the bottle, please?” he asked. The server nodded and walked away to put in your order.
You stared at him as he took a sip of his water. “The whole bottle?” you asked, biting back the urge to laugh.
Seonghwa shrugged. “I’m sure there’s only a couple more glasses left in that bottle anyway,” he said, the tone of his voice teasing.
“So,” you started, catching Seonghwa’s attention. “Flowers?” you asked.
He smiled, chuckling light as he shook his head.
“Don’t tell me you think it’s weird,” he said softly and your smile faded.
“What?” you asked softly. “No. I think it’s great actually.”
Seonghwa looked up to meet your gaze. “It’s refreshing to meet a guy who’s into flowers. Not a lot of guys know the difference between the meaning of a red rose and a yellow one,” you added, smiling when Seonghwa stifled a laugh.
“Have you had a guy buy you yellow roses?” he asked incredulously. You nodded and he went into another fit of giggles. “Yellow roses… my god.”
When his laughter had subsided, he cleared his throat. “I’ve always loved flowers,” he explained.
“My parents loved gardening,” he continued. “It was a normal part of my childhood. I learned about caring for and growing flowers and the language of flowers at a young age. I’ve always been surrounded by gardening.”
You leaned forward, resting your chin in your palm as he spoke, a smile on your lips.
“When I was a teenager, I actually wanted to be an athlete,” he added, absentmindedly playing with the rim of his empty whiskey glass. “I fell in love with volleyball and wanted to pursue it in college. I actually even started pursuing volleyball at the collegiate level,” he continued.
A smile crossed his face as he reminisced. “I met some of my best friends playing volleyball,” he added.
His smile fell slightly, no doubt a painful memory coming to the forefront of his mind.
“And then my grandmother died.”
Your smile fell and you felt your heart tug. You reached across the table with your free hand, placing it over his. “I’m sorry,” you said softly. Seonghwa smiled, moving his hand under yours to take your hand in his.
“It’s been a long time,” he started. “But thank you.”
He held your hand as he continued his story.
“Her death made me rediscover a passion and appreciation for flowers,” he continued. “We had the most beautiful arrangements at her funeral. It made me think ‘I could do that. I could make floral arrangements.’ So, I did.”
“I went back to school, changed my major, and started taking flower arranging classes. I got my degree in business administration and started arranging flowers in my parents’ house until I had saved enough to purchase a store front.”
You watched him speak, a certain fondness in your heart as he talked so earnestly. “I also chose to move from the city and I found this place while looking, falling in love with the small town atmosphere. I love being able to walk to everything like I did in the city but there aren’t as many people here,” he added.
“I’ve been here and had my shop for four years now and I wouldn’t change a single thing about my life,” he finished, looking up at you with a smile on his face.
You opened your mouth to respond but the server returned at that moment, setting a single slice of tiramisu down before he set down another wine glass and the opened bottle of wine. “Anything else I can get you?” he asked, looking between the two of you as Seonghwa lifted the bottle.
“No, thank you,” Seonghwa answered, glancing at you as he started to pour some wine into the new glass with a wink.
The server took that as his cue to leave, allowing Seonghwa to sit up straight and pour wine into your glass. You thanked him and looked down at the dessert. “Have you ever had tiramisu?” Seonghwa asked as he picked up his fork. You shook your head.
“Well, I’ve had those store made ones, nothing like this though,” you replied, picking up your own dessert fork.
“Ladies first,” Seonghwa said, gesturing to the cake.
You glanced at it and back to him. “No, it’s okay, you can have the first bite,” you offered. Seonghwa chuckled lightly, taking his fork and slicing off a corner of the cake.
He brought it up and moved the fork towards you. “I insist,” he said softly. Your cheeks grew warm at the show of affection. You’d never been on a date where someone fed you and it felt exceedingly intimate.
And you liked it.
You parted your lips, allowing Seonghwa to guide the fork into your mouth. You’d had tiramisu before but this was unlike anything you’d had. It tasted like heaven. You swallowed, acutely aware of Seonghwa’s gaze on your face.
“It’s good,” you said softly.
Seonghwa’s eyes darted down to your lips before he reached up with his free hand, thumb brushing over your bottom lip. “You had some cream,” he muttered, bringing his hand to his mouth and licking off the cream. The cream that had been on your lip.
You were suddenly overcome with the urge to smear cream all over your lips if it meant he would clean it off with his tongue.
‘Whoa,’ you thought to yourself as you took another bite of cake with your own fork. ‘Where did that come from?’
“Can I ask you something?” you said suddenly, looking up to meet Seonghwa’s curious gaze.
“Of course,” he said, licking his lips and taking a sip of his wine.
“Do you have a favorite flower?” you asked.
Seonghwa hesitated as he contemplated his answer before smiling, a soft chuckle escaping him.
“White lilies,” he answered. You felt your lips pull into a smile.
“White lilies?” you asked as you took another bite of the tiramisu. Seonghwa nodded, watching as you licked your lips. “Why?”
He set his fork down and leaned forward, resting his hand on his knuckles, fixing you with a knowing smirk only he seemed to be the only one in the know.
“I think white lilies are pretty. Lilies in general are very beautiful flowers. The splayed open petals, the way they curl back and the various colors. Tiger lilies are also very beautiful but there’s just something about the white ones,” he explained.
You took another bite. “What do white lilies mean,” you asked suddenly, looking up at him, “in the language of flowers?”
Seonghwa fixed you with a peculiar look. His expression hardened slightly and you feared for a moment that you’d upset him but as quickly as his expression changed, it shifted again.
“Purity and chastity,” Seonghwa answered. Your cheeks grew warm under the gaze he was giving you. Something had snapped in him and the look he was giving you now was sending chills up your spine, a surge of arousal pulsing through your body and you had to physically force yourself to look away.
‘Purity and chastity, huh?’
Between the two of you, the cake vanished in no time and you polished off the bottle of wine not long after with small talk about the food, the setting, and work.
“So,” you said as you stepped out onto the sidewalk, Seonghwa following. You tied your coat closed and looked down the street towards the bus stop. “Wait,” you said, checking the time. ‘Oh. Oh no.’
“Shit,” you hissed, feeling your heart sink.
“What?” Seonghwa asked.
“I missed the last bus,” you said, mentally facepalming yourself for being so absentminded.
“I could walk you,” Seonghwa offered.
You smiled up at him. “It’s not that,” you explained, glancing down at your feet.
Seonghwa followed your line of sight and noticed the shoes. “Oh,” he said softly before looking around.
“Well, we could walk,” he suggested as he slipped his hands into his coat pocket. “And if your feet start to hurt, I could always carry you,” he added with a smile. You let out a laugh and looked down the street towards your place.
“Okay,” you said softly. Seonghwa offered his arm, keeping his hand in his pocket and you took the offer, slipping your hand between his arm and side and started to walk with him.
“I didn’t say it sooner,” he started as you walked, the sounds behind you starting to die down as you walked away from the line of shops. “But you look gorgeous.”
Your cheeks started to heat up at his compliment and you nibbled on your bottom lip. “Thank you,” you said softly.
Silence fell over the two of you as you walked down the street, but it was a comfortable silence. You wondered what he was thinking and where things would go from here. Would he walk you to your door, kiss you goodnight? Would he want to come in? Did you want him to come in?
Your thoughts were interrupted by Seonghwa’s voice.
“How’re your feet doing?” he asked, his tone light.
You smiled, glancing up at him. “They’re okay,” you replied.
“Are you sure?” he asked, slowing to a stop.
“I could still carry you.”
You laughed softly, lightly hitting his arm and continued walking. “Actually,” you said, stopping and letting go of his arm to lean down and carefully remove your shoes. “I’ll just go barefoot.”
Seonghwa chuckled as you collected your shoes and stood upright. Seonghwa held out his hand and your heart skipped a beat. “Let me carry them for you,” he said. You were about to protest but he took them anyway before offering his arm again.
You thanked him softly and the two of you continued walking. “Better?” he asked, looking down at you. You nodded, the cool pavement felt good against your feet that were starting to ache and burn from wearing the pumps.
“Much,” you replied.
The walk didn’t take too long and soon, you were climbing the steps to your apartment building.
You turned to Seonghwa and smiled, taking back your shoes. “Thank you,” you said, carefully putting your shoes back on. Seonghwa smiled at you, hands tucked into his pockets. Silence filled the space between you before you spoke, apparently at the same time as Seonghwa.
“Do you want to come up?”
“I should probably get going.”
You felt your heart sink slightly. ‘Oh.’
“I’d love to,” Seonghwa started. “But I have a lot of stuff to get done tomorrow.”
You nodded, watching as his eyes dipped to look at your lips and back up. ‘Yes. Please just kiss me.’
You started to lean in only for Seonghwa to clear his throat. “I’ll wait for you to go in.”
‘...what?’
“O-okay,” you said softly, turning to put the code to your building in. Once the door was opened, you turned to Seonghwa. “Are you sure you don’t want to come up?” you asked softly.
Seonghwa smiled. “Another time,” he said, and it sounded like a promise.
That seemed to calm your nerves, but you were still put off that he didn’t even want to kiss you goodnight. This was the first time a man hadn’t tried to get himself invited to your apartment.
“Well,” you hesitated. “Goodnight?”
Seonghwa nodded, a smile still on his lips. “Goodnight, Y/N.”
You made your way inside and up the steps to your door, unlocking and letting yourself in. As you removed your coat and shoes, you felt as if in a daze. You walked over to the kitchen to get a glass of water, chugging half of it as you stared at the wall before turning to face the rest of your apartment, holding the half empty glass to your chest as the realization dawned on you.
“What the fuck?”
Seonghwa arrived home and immediately hopped into the shower to relieve the erection he’d been sporting for the last two hours since you walked into the restaurant. He wondered if you knew the effect you had on him. Had you worn the white, form fitting dress on purpose?
If so, why? It was like you were unknowingly torturing him.
The way the dress hugged your curves, the hem reaching to the middle of your thighs. The sweetheart neckline accentuating your bust, showing off your collar. Multiple times Seonghwa had fought the urge to drag you to the bathroom and bend you over the sink, eager to stuff you full of his painfully hard cock.
He let out a hiss, dropping his head as his hand moved over his cock quickly, imagining you kneeling in front of him in that white dress. “Fuck,” he cursed, his orgasm washing over him under the hot stream of water as he imagined releasing on your chest instead of on the shower wall.
He was growing tired of this. Coming home almost every day after interacting with you to relieve himself in the shower just so he could go about the rest of his evening. He was going to have to do something about it eventually. Whether that be finally sleeping with you or finding release elsewhere, he couldn’t fully satisfy his urges with masturbation alone anymore.
He quickly cleaned off the shower wall and himself before drying off and getting ready for bed.
As he lay in the sheets, he cursed himself for not taking your offer to go up to your place but he knew if he had, it might have been too much for you and he refused to do anything that would frighten you. No, if he was going to sleep with you, he was going to need to take it slowly.
You deserved much more than that.
Sleep didn’t come easily to him that night and he continued to toss and turn throughout the night until he finally settled into restless slumber.
The next morning, he had a plethora of chores to get done, trying to keep himself occupied as he got through them one at a time.
Each time your face invaded his thoughts, he cursed himself for saying no but ultimately he knew it was the right thing to do. Regardless of how much he wanted you, he wouldn’t give that easily into his primal desires. No, he had to do this the right way.
And he would.
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Work for Seonghwa had gotten hectic over the next few days, booking events and preparing for a large wedding he’d booked a few months prior. He’d spent a lot of free time in the shop, cultivating the white flowers he had in stock and had been growing specifically for the wedding.
It was tedious work that kept his hands busy but his mind still wandered.
He hadn’t been in the cafe as often as before and he felt bad about that, hoping you weren’t taking it as a sign he wasn’t interested. He always made sure to let you know his interest was still there when he did visit and he couldn’t help but enjoy the way your face lit up every time you found him standing at your counter.
The innocence in your expression was the reason he was distancing himself but at the same time, it was what drew him in. The need to corrupt you and mold you to his fantasies. He knew it was wrong. You weren’t some art medium to bend and shape. You were a person with your own feelings and interests. He knew that and that’s why he had to be good.
He had to behave.
For the fifth time that morning since visiting the cafe, he shoved thoughts of you aside as he worked, pruning and clipping. He couldn’t afford to be distracted with thoughts of you right now. He needed to fucking focus and he couldn’t do that when all he could think about was you on your back —
“Enough already!” he snapped, slamming down the shears in his hand against the work table. He stepped back, running his fingers through his hair and taking a few deep breaths.
Oh, you were going to be the death of him for sure.
It had been almost two weeks since your date with Seonghwa and the aftermath was nothing short of strange. Through text he seemed perfectly normal and when he came into the cafe, he was the same as he’d ever been, flirting with you every time.
At least up until a few days leading up to where you were now.
The last couple days, his texts fell off or were short and you feared the worst.
He’d taken you on a date and hated it.
You kept replaying the date in your mind and couldn’t exactly pinpoint any moment that might have put him off. Had you done something? Said something?
As you mulled over everything, it dawned on you that whatever it was, it had to have happened after you left the restaurant. He wouldn’t have fed you like that if he wasn’t into you, right? Like, not everyone did shit like that.
You thought maybe you taking your shoes off was what turned him off but then he offered to carry your shoes like some lead actor in a Korean drama. He wouldn’t have done that if he didn’t like you still? So from that to reaching your door, what could have happened?
You scribbled on a blank notepad as you thought over it again and again until your brain hurt and you slammed the pen on your desk. You covered your face with your hands, pressing your palms into your eyes until stars appeared behind your eyelids.
You groaned loudly and let out a frustrated growl.
“It just doesn’t make any sense!” you hissed, dropping your hands into your lap and looked down at your desk, blinking away the stars. You glanced at the clock beside you that read 12:01 am and decided to call it a night and pushed your chair back. “Fuck this,” you grumbled as you turned off the desk light and made your way to your bedroom.
You had work in the morning and you couldn’t spend any more time on this tonight.
Letting out a sigh, you looked across the small square at the flower shop. The open sign was off, indicating that the show wasn’t open which was unusual for Seonghwa. He rarely ever closed the shop and you feared that maybe he might be sick or even worse. Unfortunately, you were currently on the clock and couldn’t leave the shop. Not to mention it was busier than one person could handle so you really couldn’t leave, even for a short break to check the shop and see how Seonghwa was doing.
“Y/N?” a voice pulled you out of your thoughts.
You turned to your co-worker, an apologetic smile on your face. “Sorry, Addie, I’m really out of it today.” Addie gave you a small smile, knowing you weren’t normally like this and for you to be distracted, something really had to be wrong.
“You know,” she said softly, approaching you as she stopped sweeping. “If something is bothering you, you know you can talk to me.”
You offered as sincere a smile as you could muster. “Thanks, Addie,” you replied. “I’m okay though. Just lost in thought is all.”
You’d die before you told her what those thoughts were.
Sure, you were partially worried about Seonghwa but part of you was lingering on what could have happened the other day. The night after your date. The night you had expected him to come into your place but instead he left you standing on your front step with not even a kiss goodbye. You had spent part of the night wondering if you’d done something wrong. The other part of the night you had spent wondering what might have happened had Seonghwa kissed you and came in like you planned on inviting him to do.
To say you wanted him was a downright understatement. You needed him. There was just something so incredibly sexy about him. Something romantic as well, and as demonstrated by the date you shared. But under all of the sweetness, the sex appeal, there was something more dangerous and yet you couldn’t put your finger on it exactly. You just knew Seonghwa was everything and more you wanted in a man and you needed him in the worst way possible.
To distract yourself, you chose to take orders while Addie fulfilled them. Talking to the customers and ringing up their orders didn’t take much brain power but it still kept your mind from wandering, especially at work which was a dangerous combination when the object of your current fantasies was across the square in his closed shop, working diligently on a large order.
Seonghwa had been working tirelessly on this order for a wedding. It was coming up, he’d booked the order months ago as was common practice for weddings. He had centerpieces, bouquets, and other floral decorations and arrangements to make and it had been taking up most of his time since the date which allowed him the time to focus on something other than his intense primal desire to bend you over the counter of his shop and rail you into next week.
Ever since leaving you on the doorstep to your place without even a goodnight kiss, he’d been beating himself up but he knew that if he had kissed you, it would have led to more and while he did want that, god did he want that, he didn’t want to scare you away. He wanted — no — he needed you in the worst ways possible but he couldn’t scare you off like that. Not when he wanted to do things to you he only ever dreamt of and dream he did.
That night and almost every night since, he’s dreamt up different ways to take you. In his shop, in the cafe when all others have gone home for the night, in his bed, in his kitchen, on the counter, everywhere. All he could think of was you, you, you. In every position possible. On your back, on your knees, on your stomach. He wanted to corrupt you so badly that you’d never want to be with another person but him.
It invaded his every waking moment and sometimes even work couldn’t stop the fantasies.
He was a man obsessed and his obsession could scare you away and he didn’t want that. You deserved more. You deserved to be courted, properly, but goddamnit all if he didn’t want to say fuck the rules, and just do what he wanted but you were far too precious. Too pure. His white lily.
He couldn’t do that. He wouldn’t do that. Not to you.
He would do this the right way. He had to.
Seonghwa cursed as he poked his finger with yet another boutonniere pin, dropping the small bundle of flowers onto the work table and moving to clean the prick which started bleeding. These damn things would be the end of him. Why couldn’t he just use clips instead of fucking straight pins? ‘Outrageous.’
Once he cleaned the tip of his finger and it had stopped bleeding, he put a bandaid on it. He had twelve of these damn things to make. Who the hell has twelve groomsmen? At least the corsages were easy. Seonghwa picked up the boutonniere and started working again, cursing yet again when he stabbed himself. He groaned loudly, grateful he’d closed the shop for a few days to work on this order.
It was going to be a long night.
You called out a goodbye to your coworker as you headed out the front door. As you entered the mainly empty courtyard, you chanced a glance over at the floral shop. A single light from the back was flooding into the shop but the open sign remained flipped, as it had been all day.
‘So he is in there,’ you thought as you hiked the strap of your bag higher on your shoulder, trying not to wallow in the doubt and self-pity swirling in the pit of your stomach. Why hasn't he answered your texts? You were certain he’d seen them or at least you hoped he had. His read receipts were off so you couldn’t be exactly sure if he had seen them.
The walk home took longer than usual due to your preoccupied state. You’d almost run into someone at least three times, muttering an apology before hurrying on your way. Thankfully you made it home without further incident. Upon looking at the stoop to your front door, memories of that night came flooding back, when Seonghwa took you on what was probably the nicest date you’d ever been on only to leave you hanging at your front door.
As you climbed the steps, you fished out your keys and unlocked the door, letting yourself in. Stepping over the mail sitting on your welcome rug, you shut the door, locked it, and removed your shoes before bending down and grabbing the pile of envelopes.
You shuffled through them as you stood by the door before removing your coat, hanging it up and heading into the kitchen where you set your bag and keys on the counter and continued to look through your mail. Most of it was bills, advertisements, and a few card companies offering their services that you immediately tossed in the trash bin until a plain white envelope with a noticeable handwritten script caught your attention.
You set the rest of the mail down and looked over the one in your hands. Your name was written on the front but nothing else. No address and more importantly no return sender was listed. You hesitated, briefly remembering about mail bombs but snorted, amused at yourself for even considering a notion.
Why would someone send you a bomb?
You grabbed a knife from the nearby block and slit open the envelope, setting the knife on the counter and pulling out a few folded sheets of paper from inside. There weren't many pages, maybe just a few, but you opened them, reading the first line of the first page and felt your heart skip a beat.
Your breaths came out in ragged pants as you read through the letter, rereading a couple parts. Even though it was just words on paper, you could imagine the depth of his longing as he wrote the words. You let out a sigh of relief. He was just busy with work but he also didn’t want to scare you off, whatever that meant.
It made you wonder just what he could possibly mean.
‘I can be kind of intense at times.’ Intense how?
You carefully folded up the letter and placed the pages back into the envelope and set it down on the counter. “Saturday,” you whispered, checking the calendar hanging on the wall above your trash bin. That was only a few days away. Should you tell him you got his letter? Should you just show up?
You contemplated with yourself, the soft ticking of the clock on your wall punctuating the silence. You grabbed your bag, dug for your phone and pulled the device out, unlocking the screen and pulling up your message thread with Seonghwa.
You nibbled at your bottom lip, pulling it between your teeth and mulling over what to say before settling with a simple text.
You: I got your letter. I agree, I think we should talk face to face.
You pressed send before sending another one immediately after.
You: I’ll see you Saturday
You pressed send and set your phone down, breathing heavily as you stared at the screen.
The typing indicator appeared quickly and a reply came through just as fast. You peered down at the phone, reading the message Seonghwa had sent back.
Seonghwa: Saturday then 💮
When Seonghwa had dropped the unmarked letter through your mail slot the other morning, he never expected you to text him though he wasn’t complaining. At least he knew he hadn’t scared you off with the letter or with his words. He now only had to face you. He’d finished the last of the floral arrangements for the wedding last night and was currently in the van, making his way to the venue across town.
This wedding was a huge event. It was being held at an old rustic farm turned into an event venue. The roads were paved up until the turn onto the dirt road. Thankfully Seonghwa was only providing the flowers and not the containers. The venue had all of that.
Turning off the dirty farm road and onto the paved winding driveway made him breathe a little easier as he checked the time 11:41 am. He was well on time and would have from now until three to help set up and get all the arrangements in their designated vases and places.
Afterwards, he could focus on what he wanted to say to you on the drive back.
The farmhouse came into view and Seonghwa let out a small huff. It was much prettier in person than it had been on the website. The house itself was an off white color with dark midnight blue shutters. The front door was the same dark blue with a porch wrapping around the bottom level.
The entire house was three levels. All the windows looked like the original ones and it was clear to him that someone had spent a lot of time and money to renovate this place, putting a lot of care into it. He continued up the winding driveway, noticing the white barn standing some yards from the main house. There were white and silver balloons lining the last 20 or so feet of the drive.
Seonghwa carefully pulled up beside the house and parked the van before opening the door and getting out. He saw a lot of people working, carrying tables, chairs, bundles of fabric with silk bows. Some were dressed in uniforms and some in dresses and button downs with slacks. Seonghwa looked around for someone in charge before he saw a woman carrying a clipboard and directing three people carrying a large round table.
He approached her, calling out and catching her attention. She was a shorter woman, maybe around his mother’s age. She wore a nice light pink dress suit and wore black thin framed glasses. She eyed him up and down, lifting her glasses to get a better look.
“Can I help you?” she asked, polite but clearly in a hurry.
“I’m the florist,” Seonghwa announced. “I have the arrangements and just need to know where to go.
The look on her face shifted from annoyed to beaming in a split second and it took all of Seonghwa’s willpower not to burst into laughter.
“Oh perfect, you’re right on time!” she exclaimed. “We’re setting the ceremony up in the house.”
Seonghwa nodded and moved to follow her so she could show him exactly where everything went. She pointed at the planters marking the end of the aisle where the bride would enter.
“And then we have a fridge to keep the pieces for the reception fresh,” she added pointing to the kitchen area. “Do you need assistance?” she asked, turning to look up at him.
Seonghwa nodded. “It’s just me, so any help would be greatly appreciated.” The woman, who Seonghwa assumed to be the planner, called over to two people, beckoning them over.
“Would you please help this young man with the flowers,” she asked. The two nodded and followed Seonghwa out to the van.
“I have everything labeled,” Seonghwa explained as he fished his keys out. “Centerpieces, boutonnieres, corsages, bouquets, and the large pieces are for the planters inside,” he continued as they reached the back of the van and he unlocked the doors.
Unloading the flowers wasn’t an arduous task especially since Seonghwa took it upon himself to label everything. It was just a matter of moving them inside and then separating the floral arrangements. “Here is the bride’s bouquet,” he said, unwrapping the plastic from the stems and turning to the planner.
“I have twelve more,” he added, nodding towards the counter where twelve smaller bouquets lay alongside the corsages.
“And the boutonnieres?” the planner asked as she scribbled on her clipboard.
“All here,” Seonghwa said, gesturing to the counter. “Twelve boutonnieres with pins. Stabbed myself a fair bit making those,” he added with a chuckle. The woman did not laugh.
‘Tough crowd.’
Once everything was accounted for, Seonghwa helped set up the arrangements for the ceremony, placing the large bouquets in the planters, delivering the bouquets and corsages to the bridal suite, accepting the compliments from the bridesmaids and bride herself who was in stark contrast from the planner, extremely sweet and thankful. The last duty he had was to deliver the boutonnieres to the groomsmen and groom which was a far more lackluster affair than delivering to the bridal suite.
Once he was done, he started down the steps and over to the planner to secure the final payment. He’d agreed to take the payment in installments. First was the deposit followed by the first payment and now he needed the final payment. He cleared his throat as she finished speaking with one of the venue owners and she turned to him. “All flowers accounted for and delivered,” he said softly. The wedding planner stared at him blankly before he sighed.
“The final payment?” he said in a hushed voice. The planner’s eyes widened before she nodded.
“Right,” she said quietly. “Of course.”
She beckoned him to follow her and led him through the house and out one of the many side doors. Seonghwa followed her down the steps and over towards the barn where a man in a suit stood, talking to a few others.
The planner waved him over and discussed the topic of payment and the man nodded, pulling out his wallet. Seonghwa thanked him as the last installment was made and thanked the planner as they walked back towards the house. With his job done, Seonghwa got back in the van, taking a quick look behind to make sure nothing got left before backing up and making his way back to the dirt road.
He had about an hour until he got back to town and another 20 before he got to the shop. He checked the clock on the dash to see the time was now 2:30 pm. Time sure does fly.
Now it was just him and his thoughts until then.
You glanced at your watch. It was 4:07 pm and Seonghwa was nowhere to be found. It was only seven minutes past four so you weren’t going to just turn around and go home. You’d give him another few minutes before you called it.
He had said any time after four and it was after four. You pulled out your phone to see if he’d called and you maybe missed it but there was nothing. No calls, no texts except the one from the other day. The day you’d gotten the letter.
Seonghwa: Saturday then 💮
You sighed as a breeze blew through the square, pulling your coat tighter around your body. ‘Come on, Seonghwa,’ you thought as you looked around. You glanced down, inspecting your outfit as a leaf landed on your knee, clinging to the material of your stocking.
It had been unseasonably cold for spring and all leaves and flowers that have been trying to grow have had a hard time braving the elements as winter tried to hold on. New green leaves quickly withered and died, the temperatures not staying warm long enough to nurture the growth.
Cherry blossoms hadn’t even sprouted due to the cooler temperatures and rainy weather. Spring was always among your favorite times of the year but sometimes, it just didn’t feel like spring and felt more like autumn or even winter at times.
You were startled out of your thoughts by the sound of the door next to where you were sitting opened, the bell ringing and making you jump and turn to find Seonghwa looking at you with as much surprise as you felt. You had expected him to come to the front door, not from inside the store.
“Sorry,” he said immediately as you stood up, smoothing down your skirt. “Got held up by a sheep jam of all things,” he added with a smirk before noticing your cold-tinged face, his smile immediately falling. “Oh, have you been waiting long?”
You shook your head. “No,” you said breathlessly.
‘Liar. It’s been almost 30 minutes.’
Seonghwa checked his watch and then looked up and smiled at you.
“Here,” he said softly, gesturing for you to enter.
You crossed the threshold, the warmth of the shop offering you sanctuary from the plummeting temperatures. Seonghwa shut the door, turning the lock in place before turning to look at you. “So you, uh, got my letter?” he asked as he led the way through the shop.
“Yeah,” you murmured, following him into the backroom of the shop. You’d never seen this part of his shop before and it was like something out of a romance movie.
The room was rectangular with a short wall against the shop. The walls were lined with tiered planter boxes, built into the wooden wall, an array of flowers growing in each box, various colors and species. The back wall faced the forested area behind the shops. Glass windows dominated the wall allowing in as much natural light as possible.
In the middle of the room stood a butcher block work table with various tools for cutting, pruning, gardening, and what you assumed was flower arranging. The wall that the room shared with the main shop room had built-in-storage drawers under another flat wooden surface with various fertilizers, soil bags, and gardening solutions.
Hanging up next to the work table by the doorway was a garden hose, coiled and hanging neatly on its hanger, one end connected to a spigot and the other with a hose attachment. Seonghwa walked over to the work table in the center of the room and started cleaning up.
“I had some last minute adjustments to make before I delivered the order for the wedding,” he explained as he used a small hand brush to sweep any dirt, petals, and other debris off the table and onto the floor.
“I didn’t have a chance to clean up before I left, so I just want to get this swept up and then we can talk, if that’s okay?” he asked, glancing up at you as you removed your coat and hung it along with your bag up by the door next to his.
“I don’t mind,” you said as you grabbed a broom and walked over. “As long as you let me help you.”
Seonghwa gave you a soft smile and nodded, silently thanking you as you started to sweep up, collecting all the dirt, petals, leaves, and other debris from around the room while he gathered his tools, cleaned them and put them away. You opened the back door and brushed all the debris out the back. It was all dirt, petals, leaves, and twigs, so it should go back to nature, right?
When you shut the door, Seonghwa was wiping down the wooden work table surface. You returned the broom back to its spot by the door and turned to Seonghwa, your hand lingering on the mop. “Do you need to mop as well?” Seonghwa looked up at you and shook his head.
“No,” he answered. “I do all my deep cleaning on Mondays,” he explained as he carried the rag over to a small hamper and dropped it in.
“So,” he said, turning to you. “I guess we should talk.”
You nodded, watching as he washed his hands at the small sink next to the built-in work table.
“You said in your letter,” you started, reaching into your bag and pulling out the envelope, not noticing the look of surprise on Seonghwa’s face.
“You brought it with you?” he asked and you looked up as you pulled the pages out.
“I wanted to reference it directly instead of relying on my memory,” you answered as you opened the letter and cleared your throat.
“That you wanted to clear up your emotions,” you started, glancing at the first page and then back up at Seonghwa as he turned to lean against the work table, crossing his arms over his chest. “Yet, it doesn’t really feel like it’s cleared up at all,” you said, looking back down.
“Isn’t it?” Seonghwa asked, drawing your attention back to him. “I think I made them perfectly clear, baeknari,” he said softly, using the nickname he’d taken to calling you. Glancing down quickly, you re-read through part of the first page.
“I said that I had a great time with you,” Seonghwa started when you didn’t speak again. “I also recall stating that I like you far more than you seem to think,” he added with a smirk. You swallowed thickly. “And I’m pretty sure I also said that I think you underestimate my attraction to you,” he continued.
You glanced up at him. “What do you mean by that?” you asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper. Seonghwa merely smiled.
“Just that. It’s more than a simple attraction, my dear,” he answered. “I’m not just attracted to you.” Your heart skipped a beat in your chest. ‘More than attraction?’
“You also said you think about me more than any man would normally admit,” you said, trying to avoid the look Seonghwa was giving you. It made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end, goosebumps erupting over your skin under your sweater despite the warmth of the greenhouse.
“I do,” Seonghwa admitted. You glanced up at him.
“How so?” you asked, your curiosity piqued.
Seonghwa let out a chuckle, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “I think about you almost all the time,” he admitted, shocking you. “I think about you when I wake up. I think about you when I come to work and I see the cafe. Every time I look out the shop window and see that cafe, I think about you,” he continued.
“I think about you when I go home. I think about you when I go to bed. You occupy every thought.”
Your heart had started to race, beating erratically in your chest as he spoke.
“I think about you when I eat breakfast. And lunch. And dinner,” he continued, looking up to meet your eyes. His heated gaze sent a surge of arousal through your body. It was such a dark look. Like prey caught in the gaze of a predator. It was almost primal.
“I think about you when I’m driving; when I’m working…” he trailed off, keeping your gaze locked in his.
“When I shower.”
That seemed to do it, a fresh wave of heat coursing through your veins, arousal pooling in your panties.
“Wh-when you shower?” you asked, voice cracking slightly. Seonghwa nodded wordlessly.
“I told you,” he started. “I think about you all the time. More than could be considered normal. You shouldn’t occupy my every waking thought and yet you do. Maybe I’m obsessed, but it’s not normal to think about someone as much as I think about you.”
“Obsessed?” you whispered, drawing his attention.
“Don’t worry,” he said, shifting his weight again, moving his hands to rest against the edge of the counter. “I know what’s acceptable and what’s not. And I would never do anything to purposely make you feel uncomfortable or unsafe.”
You glanced down at the letter in your hand, scanning the words on the sheet before looking back up.
“You said you can’t write about the things you think about,” you started. Seonghwa clicked his tongue, standing up and walking over to take the sheet.
“No,” he said softly. “I corrected myself and said I shouldn’t write them,” he explained.
“I can definitely write them down,” he continued, handing the sheet back to you. He moved back over to the work table, putting space between the two of you.
“But you’d prefer to say them in person?” you added, looking back up at him. Seonghwa nodded.
“I do want to say them. I want to tell you everything I think of and everything I want to do to you.”
Your breath caught in your throat, making a small sound which Seonghwa noticed. You busied yourself with his letter, changing the page to scan the next sheet. “You said you didn’t kiss me because if you had, then you ‘wouldn’t have been able to stop’,” you read.
“Wouldn’t have been able to stop what?”
Seonghwa tilted his head, fixing you with a peculiar look. “Myself, angel. I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself,” he answered.
“From what?” you whispered, feeling heat rising to your cheeks. You weren’t dumb. You had an idea of what Seonghwa meant but you wanted to hear him say it.
“From following you into your house and doing everything I’ve imagined doing,” he replied, that dark look in his eyes back as he spoke.
“And what do you imagine doing to me?” you asked softly. Seonghwa’s lips twitched, fighting a smirk before he cleared his throat.
“Would you like me to tell you,” he asked, looking down at the table and back. “Or would you like me to show you?”
You were at a crossroads. If you accepted his offer, it would probably lead to sex which you weren’t opposed to. If you declined, where would that lead? Would you leave and never speak to him again?
You knew you wanted Seonghwa. He was kind, passionate, ambitious, generous, intelligent, witty, and insanely attractive. You wanted him so bad. So who were you to deny yourself?
Your eyes scanned the letter one last time before folding it, placing the sheets back in the envelope and sliding the letter back into your purse before crossing the room, sliding between Seonghwa and the work table before looking up to meet his gaze.
“You said you’re afraid of scaring me off,” you started. “Is that right?”
Seonghwa nodded, you noticed how he swallowed. “Why would I be scared?” you asked softly, reaching up to cup his cheek. Seonghwa leaned into your touch, lips parting as a soft sigh escaped him. Your thumb moved, brushing over his bottom lip.
“Because,” he started, his breath hot against your skin. “I can be kind of—”
“Intense?” you asked, smiling when he nodded. “What makes you think that would scare me?”
Without warning, Seonghwa’s hands found purchase on your hips, pushing you against the edge of the work table. “I’m not a very sweet or soft lover,” he murmured against your hand. “I’m rough, hard,” he continued, one hand grabbing your hand and pressing a kiss to your palm. “Unforgiving.”
You brought your free hand up to run your fingers through his hair before grabbing a fistful of his hair and tugging sharply. “And who said I am?” you asked softly, enjoying the way he moaned against your hand. He let go of your wrist, fingers skimming your neck lightly.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, Kitten,” he murmured, eyes scanning up to meet your gaze. “Keep this up and I’ll take you right here.”
You wrapped your fingers around his wrist, forcing his hand against your throat. “Do it, then,” you whispered. Seonghwa hesitated, eyes searching your face. “What did you say?” he asked, his voice quiet but clear.
“I said do it,” you repeated. “Take me, Seonghwa. I’m yours. I always was.”
The next moment, Seonghwa’s lips crashed against yours, one hand firmly on your hip, the other moving to the back of your neck, pulling you closer as his lips parted, tongue quickly slipping into your mouth, moving against yours. You whimpered against his lips, his mouth swallowing it eagerly.
“God I would love to take you home,” Seonghwa murmured against your lips, hand still on the back of your neck, holding you in place. “Lay you down in my bed and take my time with you like you deserve.”
You felt his other hand slide down your hip to your thigh. “So why don’t you?” you asked, hands moving up his chest to hold onto his shoulders.
“Because,” he started, gripping your thigh and hiking your knee up to his waist. He guided you to lay back on the work table.
“I’m an impatient man,” he continued, his hand sliding down the outside of your thigh to your ass. “And I told you I’m a rough, unforgiving lover.”
You felt him roll his hips into yours grinding his erection into your soaked panties, giving you some slight friction against your aching clit. “And you told me to take you right here,” he added, slowly lowering your head to the work table, his hand moving around to ghost over your throat before sliding down your chest, not giving it much attention as he continued to move it lower until he reached the hem of your sweater.
“As cute as this is,” he murmured, pulling at your top. “It needs to come off.”
You sat up, grabbing the hem of your sweater and pulling it up over your head and dropping it on the table. Underneath you wore a simple ribbed white turtleneck top with short sleeves tucked into your skirt. Seonghwa grabbed at your shirt, leaning over to capture your lips in a heated kiss.
He pushed it up past your chest, hands cupping your breasts firmly but gently. “Take it off,” he ordered. You raised yourself up from the surface of the table to pull the shirt off, letting it fall wherever you dropped it. You were left in your skirt and a lacy lavender bralette with straps crossing over your chest.
Seonghwa let out a sigh as he took in your form, eyes shining with lust and another emotion you couldn’t exactly place. You suddenly felt self conscious under his gaze and moved your hands to cover yourself but he stopped you, grabbing your wrists and pinning your hands down against the wood.
“Don’t you dare,” he growled. “Don’t you cover yourself. I’ve wondered for so long what kind of lingerie you wear and to see it now? Don’t you dare hide it from me.” He leaned in, pressing a tender kiss against your lips. You sighed out as he left a trail of kisses from your lips across your cheek and down the side of your neck, stopping to nip at the skin above your pulse point.
You let out a moan as his teeth grazed your skin. Even if a mark did or didn’t form, you’d still know he was there. Seonghwa continued down your neck, leaving love bites in his wake until he reached your chest. “I’d love to sit here and admire you all night in this,” he said softly, fingers skimming the delicate lace of your bralette. “But I really want to take it off,” he continued.
You ran your fingers through his hair as he nuzzled your sternum, hands sliding down to your waist. “Take it off,” you whispered. Seonghwa lifted his head to meet your gaze. He’d barely done anything to you but he looked like he was intoxicated. Drunk off touching you.
“You want me to do that, blossom?” he asked softly. “You want me to undress you?”
You nodded shyly, heat rising to your cheeks as he reached up to stroke your cheek. His thumb brushed over your lips like yours had earlier and without prompting, you parted your lips, taking his thumb into your mouth and sucking. Seonghwa let out a groan, his free hand fumbling with the clasp on the front of your bralette and managing to undo it.
Keeping his thumb in your mouth, he pulled you to sit up, pushing the bralette off you and letting it fall onto the wooden surface of the table. You swirled your tongue around his thumb and Seonghwa pulled his hand back before cupping your jaw. “Wanna show me what else you can do with that mouth, sweetheart?” You nodded wordlessly as he helped you down from the table.
“On your knees then, Kitten.”
You slowly lowered yourself down, keeping your eyes on his face. Seonghwa ran his fingers through his hair before cupping your chin. “Have you ever done this before?”
You nodded slowly. “Once,” you answered. “I’ll do my best though.” Seonghwa let out a groan before squeezing your chin gently.
“Open your mouth, blossom,” he ordered, moving his hands to undo his belt and pants as you kneeled there, sitting on your heels. “Tongue out,” he ordered as he moved slowly, sliding his hand into his underwear where your eyes couldn’t see. His hand moved inside his boxers at the sight of you on your knees for him.
“Come here,” he said breathlessly. You raised yourself up off your heels, moving your hands up his thighs. Seonghwa pushed his pants and underwear down just enough to pull his cock free, allowing you to see it. It was larger than you expected but it didn’t look like it would hurt to take.
The head was bulbous, tip slightly red with a bead of precum.
“Open your mouth, baby,” Seonghwa said, drawing your attention away from his cock. You opened your mouth again. “Tongue,” he added and you obliged, letting your tongue fall from your mouth to make space. “Tap my thigh once for yes and twice if it’s too much or you want to stop, okay?” he asked softly. You nodded and waited as he guided the head to your mouth, letting it rest against your tongue.
It was salty, no doubt from the precum, as he rubbed the head against your tongue before pushing further into your mouth, inhaling sharply as his cock entered your mouth, your tongue brushing against the underside. “Breathe through your nose,” he instructed. You did as he said and once you’d taken a deep breath, Seonghwa pushed the rest of his cock in until it reached the back of your mouth, stopping just before it entered your throat.
“I’m gonna guide your head, okay?” Seonghwa asked. You tapped his thigh to let him know you were fine. Seonghwa guided your head, making you pull back before pulling you forward. He set a steady pace, making sure to stop before you gagged.
After a couple moments, you didn’t need his guidance and started moving on your own, keeping your hands on his thighs, nails raking over the material of his pants. “That’s it, kitten. Keep going,” he muttered, gently stroking your hair. “Just like that.”
You moaned, taking him as far into your mouth as you could. You noticed how his hips started to follow your mouth, shallowly thrusting. “Hold still,” he instructed, placing his hand on the back of your head. He gave you a tentative thrust, gauging your gag reflex. He gave you another, and then another, setting a steady pace of shallow thrusts.
The tip of his cock hit the back of your mouth with a lewd wet sound almost like a gag but you didn’t gag. He was testing your limits and it seemed he could hit the back of your mouth without a reaction. You closed your eyes, breathing through your nose as best as you could with each thrust into your mouth. Seonghwa let out a strained grunt and thrust, hard, forcing his cock into your throat briefly making you gag and your body react violently.
He pulled back, as you gasped, coughing. Your cheeks were stained with tears, drool running down your chin and onto your chest. In every sense of the word, you were a mess but to Seonghwa you were a vision. He carefully pulled you to your feet, guiding you back onto the table before flipping your skirt up, exposing your soiled underwear. He tsked softly, looking up at you.
“How long have you been this wet, sweetheart?” he asked, meeting your gaze.
“A while,” you whispered. Seonghwa sighed and quickly removed your panties, stuffing them into his pocket as he pulled his underwear up to cover his cock.
“You were so good for me,” he murmured, parting your thighs to look down at your sex, arousal smeared all over your lips.
“Now I’ll be good for you,” he added. You propped yourself up to watch as he lowered his head, pressing wet, open mouth kisses along the inside of your thigh, stopping to sink his teeth into your soft skin. You let out a breathy whine as he skipped over your core, kissing up the inside of your other thigh and biting into your skin, leaving small imprints that would eventually fade.
“Give me your hand, blossom,” he said, holding his hand out, palm up. You placed your hand in his and watched curiously as he guided your hand to his head. “You might want to hold on,” he said with a smirk before dipping his head, spreading your thighs and licking slowly up your slit, pressing his tongue past your folds and finding your clit with relative ease.
Your fingers immediately curled into his hair as you felt some mild relief but as soon as Seonghwa got a taste, it was like a switch was flipped. His fingers dug into your thighs, keeping them parted as he lapped at your cunt greedily, like it was the last meal he’d ever have.
The tip of his tongue slipped into your entrance briefly before gliding back up to tease your clit. You raised your head, propping yourself up on one elbow, keeping a firm grip on his hair and let out a moan when you met his gaze. He flattened his tongue, moving his head from side to side slowly, keeping his eyes on you as he did.
Your thighs tried to close but he held them open with a vice like grip. You could feel your orgasm building, bubbling up like carbonation in a bottle of soda that had been shaken up. But before it could explode, Seonghwa pulled back, wiping his lips and chin with the back of his hand.
“Sorry, Kitten,” he breathed, leaning over your body, leaving wet kisses up your stomach, stopping at your chest to brush his lips over one of your nipples before parting his lips and swirling his tongue around it. He sucked lightly, letting it fall from his mouth before continuing, kissing up your chest and your neck. “When you cum for me for the first time, it’s going to be around my cock,” he whispered in your ear, his hot breath making your shiver.
You heard him messing with his pants, pushing them back down and pulling his cock free.
“I don’t have any condoms here,” he muttered, lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “I don’t normally fuck pretty little baristas in the backroom of my shop,” he added, a smirk in his tone.
“So I’m special?” you whispered, breathlessly as he pressed the head of his cock against your leaking entrance.
“Oh baby, you’re so much more than just special,” he murmured as he rutted against you.
“Such a pretty little thing. So sweet, and not nearly as innocent as I thought,” he added as the underside of his cock rubbed against your clit. “Will you let me fuck you raw, sweetheart? Or are you too innocent for that? Have you ever been fucked raw?”
You shook your head. “No, never,” you answered. “Never been fucked raw.”
Seonghwa chuckled, his hot breath tickling your neck. “So I’m the first? You have no idea how happy that makes me. You’ll let me be the first, right? You’ll let me fuck you raw, won’t you?”
You nodded fervently, the tip of his cock bumping your clit and making you gasp. “Yes, Seonghwa, please. Take me, please. Fuck me please, please,” you pleaded. Seonghwa let out a groan as he slowed his pace, guiding the head of his cock to your hole and pushing it in slowly.
“Oh you really want this,” he commented, watching his cock disappear inside you. “Sucked my cock in so hungrily. What a greedy little cunt you have,” he murmured, sheathing himself in one fluid motion and rocking your body against the wooden table.
“Oh fuck, Hwa!” you gasped, one hand gripping the table edge above your head, the other grabbing his shoulder. You were half naked under him and other than his pants being undone and pushed halfway down his thighs, Seonghwa was still fully dressed.
Seonghwa cupped your jaw, squishing your cheeks slightly. “What a dirty fucking mouth you have,” he growled, his hips moving, pulling back and snapping forward, thrusting into you harshly. “Open your mouth, Kitten,” you parted your lips, obeying him. Seonghwa stilled his hips for just a moment, spitting into your mouth before resuming his punishing pace.
The table creaked under you with each thrust, the sound of his skin hitting yours filling the room with the sounds of his cock plunging in and out of your wet hole. Heat spread from your cheeks to your neck and chest as your orgasm approached rapidly.
“Are you gonna cum already, Blossom? I’ve barely even fucked you properly,” he chuckled, his tone mocking instead of sweet which you should have expected. He said he was an unforgiving lover.
You whimpered, hand moving up into his hair and gripping it tightly. “Pull my hair again baby and I’ll teach you what happens when you can’t behave,” he growled, one hand moving to your throat and pinning you down against the table.
“What will you do?” you challenged.
Seonghwa narrowed his eyes, hips snapping against you and rocking the whole table. “Turn you over and pin you down, fuck you until you full of nothing but my cum. Would you like that, petal? You want to be fucked full of my cum until it drips down your legs like a dirty little cumslut?”
You moaned, walls fluttering around his cock as your orgasm drew nearer. “Oh, that does it for you, does it? Sweet little Y/N, my own little lily, likes being called a cumslut?” Seonghwa teased, making you moan again as his grip on your throat tightened, restricting the flow of your blood but not your oxygen.
“Likes being choked, likes it when I spit into her mouth, likes being fucked like a bitch in heat in the backroom of my flower shop, you really aren’t as innocent as you seem,” he muttered, his hips stuttering momentarily.
“Are you like this with all the guys?” he asked, tightening his grip on your throat. You whimpered, thighs trying to close as his free hand moved, thumb brushing over your clit to send you hurtling towards the edge. “Do you let all the guys have you like this?”
You shook your head, gripping his wrist as the corners of your eyes burned with unshed tears. It felt so fucking good but you were teetering on the edge, unable to full cum as his thumb stopped rubbing your clit and he alternated to giving you shallow thrusts that had you standing on the precipice.
“No!” you gasped. “No one else,” you added. “Only you. No one else has ever filled me up. You’re the first. No one else can. I’m yours!” Your words had the intended effect of Seonghwa and he resumed ramming into you, resting his forehead against yours as he muttered he was close.
“Where do you want it?” he asked quickly, hips faltering slightly. “Inside me, Seonghwa, please. Cum inside me,” you gasped. Seonghwa growled, letting go of your throat in favor of cradling your head as his thrusts grew more erratic, sloppier, his moans coming out in pitched whines until he gave you one final thrust, tipping you over the edge, your thighs shaking as your walls clenched around his cock. You clawed at his shirt, whimpering as he fucked his cum into you weakly until his hips stilled, face buried in the crook of your neck as you both basked in the aftermath of your highs.
You weren’t sure how long it took but as you came down, the realization that you were half naked on Seonghwa’s work table in the backroom of his floral shop dawned on you and you cleared your throat, licking your dry lips, and tried to get his attention.
“Seonghwa,” you whispered, your voice hoarse. He hummed in response, pressing a few short kisses to your neck. “I’m feeling kind of exposed here,” you added.
Seonghwa lifted his head and let out a huff of air before pushing himself up. His hair was a mess, lips red and swollen from your kisses, his cheeks were pink from exertion. “Shit, let me uh…” he trailed off as he looked around. “Stay right there.”
He carefully pulled his cock free, wincing slightly as he tucked himself back in his pants and rushed over to the drawers on the inside wall. He looked through them quickly and returned with a clean cloth and carefully wiped your skin, the insides of your thighs, your sex and the edge of the table under you.
He dashed around, collecting your clothing and shook them before helping you back into your bralette, top and sweater. “Where are my panties?” you asked, looking around as Seonghwa zipped and buttoned his pants. “Oh,” he said softly, reaching into his pocket and pulling your panties out, unwading them and helping you into them.
“Just until we get you home,” he added as he redid his belt and looked up at you. He reached up, brushing your bottom lip. “Or we can go back to mine,” he offered. You smiled as he leaned in, taking your face in his hands and kissing you sweetly, in high contrast from the pounding he just gave you.
“We can also just go back to mine. It’s closer, isn’t it?” you muttered against his lips, grabbing him by the sweater.
Seonghwa smiled into the kiss before pulling back. “Is this your way of getting me into your bed, miss?” he asked softly, thumbs grazing over your cheeks.
“Mmm,” you hummed. “Maybe.”
Seonghwa chuckled, kissing your cheeky grin. “Dare I say, it’s working,” he commented, giving you another kiss before pulling away, taking your hand and leading you away from the table and towards the door into the shop. You stopped to grab your things and followed Seonghwa to the front door where he helped you with your coat before unlocking the door and opening it.
“After you, ma’am,” he said and you gently pushed his chest.
“Ugh, don’t call me ma’am,” you groaned as you stepped out into the night air.
Seonghwa followed behind, shutting the door and locking it. “Oh?” he asked, pocketing his keys and leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek and then your lips. “What would you like me to call you, then?” he asked, voice muffled by your lips.
“I like Blossom,” you said softly after a moment of contemplation.
“Or Petal,” you added. Seonghwa smiled, cupping your cheek and pulling you into yet another kiss.
“Blossom it is,” he replied before pulling away and offering his arm for you to take. You did so and followed his lead. “So your place?” he asked, looking at you as you walked.
You nodded, smiling up at him. “I can get clean underwear,” you said with a nod.
“Or you can just not wear clothes,” Seonghwa said as you walked, making you giggle.
“Well there’s another reason I’d like to go back to my place,” you added.
“Oh?” Seonghwa asked, looking at you as you pulled him to a stop and leaned in to whisper in his ear.
“I have spreader bars at my place.”
You giggled at the surprised look on his face before letting go of his arm and continuing forward. Seonghwa quickly caught up to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.
“Spreader bars? As in multiple?” he hissed. “Seriously? Next you’ll tell me you have an assortment of fantasy dildos.”
You giggled again, harder and Seonghwa looked at you incredulously.
“Guess I’m not as innocent as you thought,” you whispered.
“No,” he replied, a smirk forming on his face. “No, I guess not.”
You checked the label on the cup and read the name out loud, smiling as the customer came to get their order. The rush had just ended, the last of your customers trickling out of the door or finding empty seats to sit down and do their work or study.
“I’m gonna take my break, Y/N,” Addie said as you wiped down your counter.
“Okay,” you called back.
“Lin can fill in for me.” You smiled as Lin turned to look at you before they looked past you with a look of mild surprise and nodded. You turned around expecting to see a customer but were instead greeted with a singular white lily.
A smile spread across your face as you looked past the petals and saw the face of your boyfriend, the sweet, albeit kinky and sex-crazed, florist who worked across the square. “To what occasion do I owe this beautiful gift?” you asked, taking the flower from him and bringing it to your face to smell the scent.
“Occasion?” Seonghwa asked, leaning against the counter. “Do I need an occasion to bring my beautiful girlfriend a flower?” he asked, reaching across the counter to gently take your chin in his hand and caress your cheek with his thumb.
“Girlfriend?” a voice asked, making you both turn to find Addie looking from the back room in shock.
Seonghwa chuckled softly and looked back at you. “What time do you get off?” he asked as you admired the flower.
“In about an hour,” you hummed, looking up at him.
“Perfect, cause see I know this really great place. The wine is amazing and the food is to die for,” he mused, taking one of your hands.
“No flirting with the employees!” Addie said though you could tell by the tone in her voice she wasn’t serious.
“So how about it?” Seonghwa asked. “I’ll pick you up here when you get off, we can stop by your place and you can change and then we’ll go?”
You eyed him suspiciously. “Where is this place? Is it new?” you asked. You’d been to most of the restaurants in town and if something new had popped up, you were sure word would have spread. Seonghwa fought the urge to smile, cupping your cheek again.
“You could say that,” he answered. “I’ll see you in an hour,” he added, standing up straight.
“Wait,” you called, making him stop by the door but also making a few of the patrons look up. Seonghwa calmly walked back over. “Where is this place?” you asked softly, leaning in, ignoring the looks of both your coworkers and the customers alike.
“You’ll like it,” Seonghwa said playfully. “I know the owner.”
You raised an eyebrow at this. “Why won’t you just tell me where it is?”
Seonghwa chuckled, leaning across the counter and catching you in a surprise kiss. “It’s my place,” he finally said with a laugh and stood up straight, drumming quickly on the counter before walking towards the door. “One hour,” he called and stepped out the door, letting it shut behind him.
“Since when are you seeing the florist?” Lin whispered, coming over to get a look at the lily in your hands. “Since last week,” you murmured, remembering the intense sex you had with said florist in his shop and then again the next morning and night at your place.
“You’re hiding something,” Addie said suddenly, startling you with her close proximity.
“What are you hiding?” You shook your head. “Nothing,” you said, turning away and looking out the cafe window to the floral shop across the square where Seonghwa was unlocking the door and entering the shop, shutting the door behind him.
summary: your roommate's late night rendezvous has kept you up for the last time. to put an end to the torment, you come up with an idea and aang's happy to help.
wc: 2.4k
"Again?" Aang asks sympathically, watching you walk into his apartment in a tired slump. You don't answer him just yet, your focus dialed in on his very comfy couch and its multitude of blankets. You land on it heavily, automatically cocooning yourself in a fluffy blanket and groan loudly into one of his throw pillows.
"Yeah, she's done it again," he says as he finishes cutting up his apple in his too small kitchen. "Do you wanna talk about it now or sleep first?"
Your next groan is quieter, partially muffled by the pillow. "I wanna talk about it now," you say, lifting up your face so it's no longer suffocating. "Where's Momo and Appa? I need emotional support."
"Appa is with Sokka for reasons unknown," Aang says as he walks towards the couch, plate of sliced apples in hand. "And Momo is in my room chittering at birds he'll never catch." You move your legs when he goes to sit down and place them down on his lap. "But you have me! Aren't I even better than Momo."
"Those words are sacreligious," you reply. "You're bald, for one, and I can't make you do funny cat dances."
Aang pinches your big toe, causing you to kick out. "Bald by choice," he reminds you, narrowly avoiding a foot to the jaw. "And I do the funny cat dances better than Momo anyway."
"So you say," you say and he can hear the smile in your voice. He smiles too, happy that he's been able to lighten your mood. "It's just—" You pull up into a seated position so he can see your face and goodness, you look exhausted. He hasn't seen you this tired since finals week in college and you refused to sleep for almost a week. It was a miracle you didn't end up in hospital but unsurprising when you crashed out hard on his couch for 3 straight days. Katara very nearly called an ambulance when you didn't move for 4 hours at one point. "My roommate, Jen, keeps bringing guys home and that's fine because get it, y'know?"
Aang nods solemnly. "Absolutely."
"But she's so loud!" You whine, tilting your head back. "It starts quiet enough but then there's the slapping of skin and other very debauched noises. Then it's her moaning at the top of her lungs like yes, yes, oh god, right there!" You mimic her moans comically which has Aang laughing. "Like damn, the dick can't be that good."
Aang grins. "Well, you never know. I've been told that some dick can be life changing."
You narrow your eyes at him. "Who told you that? Was it Ty Lee? She's a liar."
"I'm only stating what I've heard." Aang shrugs. "Sorry that your roommate being inconsiderate again. My bed's available if you want to spend a few days here." He wiggles his eyebrows playfully. "Make it a whole sleepover with snacks and drinks and my famous vegan tacos?"
"I do love those tacos," you say, contemplating. "But I can't really let her get away with this. As much as I love spending time at your place, I'd like to come here without my roommate driving me out." You scoot forward until you're able to curl into Aang's side, your head on his shoulder. "What can I do, Aang?"
Aang's head lands gently on yours, his hand coming to rest on your knee. "You could talk to her again?" He offers. "Maybe it'll finally sink in this time."
You shake your head. "It should have sunk in the last three times." Your hand lands on his and begins playing with his fingers. "I mean, I have an idea but…it may be a bit crazy."
Aang notices the hesitation in your voice as well as an underlying tone of…embarrassment. Intrigued, he pulls away a little so he can look down at you. You're refusing to look at him, your eyes focused on your joined hands.
"Why would it be crazy?" He asks and you scrunch your face up cutely, an action Aang knows you do when you're deliberating saying something. "Hey, you can tell me anything. No barriers between us, remember?"
"I know." Your voice is light, cautious. "But I don't wanna scare you off."
Aang snorts. "You? Scare me off? Remember that time last month when we went to the mall and you—"
"DON'T BRING THAT UP!" You yell, finally looking at him, even if it's terror. "I—! I just…" You take a deep breath. "You know how her loud sex keeps me awake at night? Well, I was thinking I could give her a taste of her own medicine."
Aang's mouth turns bitter instantly, his mood shifting into something slightly darker. He swallows, pushing down the sudden dose of jealousy that sits in his throat.
"…Oh? Do you have anyone in mind to help you with that?" He asks, feigning nonchalance and failing badly.
You curl up tighter against his side and say, softly, "I was actually thinking of…asking you."
Aang's eyes widen and his whole world flips on its axis. Any air in his lungs is long gone as it's been violently taken from it. Everything around him dims, his mind honing in on that one sentence you just said.
I was actually thinking of asking you.
"Oh, hi Momo," you greet the siamese cat weakly, petting his tiny head once he hops into your lap with a mewl.
Aang remains in shock for another minute or so.
You have to poke him five time to snap him out of it.
~☆~
Aang has been in love with you since middle school. When you were both young and stupid and had no idea why crushes felt so overwhelming. It was love, he knows that now, and maybe twelve-year-old him knew it too.
He's been beside you through life's highest highs and lowest lows. Has witnessed your dating saga and how you've never settled for anything less. Even when those people told you that they could give you everything you've ever wanted. That they could give you the world, the moon and the stars.
"A bit dramatic," you had said around a mouthful of ice cream, swallowed whole by Aang's oversized sweater as you had sat on his couch. Like that had been normal—like you had been his from the very start.
As dramatic as you deemed it to be, Aang would give you the world, the moon and the stars. He'd give you every stray cat you desperately wish to take home and a lifetime of your favourite snacks. All the sweaters he has in the closet would be yours and he'd buy more so you can steal those too. The type of love he feels for you goes beyond reality; it's spirit deep and holy—it revives him yet kills him softly and slowly.
Because you are not his and he'll be fooling himself into thinking that one day, you will be.
Aang knocks on your apartment door at 11 PM, smiling when he hears you rush to open it. He laughs slightly when you curse softly, having knocked your toe against something and goodness, he's so in love with you, it hurts.
You whip open the door with a dazzling smile, dressed casually in sweatpants and a button-down cardigan. Still wonderfully gorgeous but you could be in a garbage bag and Aang'd still find you breathtaking.
"Thank you for coming!" You say happily, hugging him tightly. "She's gone out but will be back in about ten minutes so we have time." You point towards the kitchen. "Do you want a snack or some water? I have dark chocolate almonds."
His heart warms; that's one of his favourite snacks.
"I'm okay," he assures you warmly. "I was thinking we could head into your room and talk about how we're going to do this."
"Good idea," you agree, smiling and taking his hand to lead him to your bedroom. "You feeling better about this now? Because you kind of freaked when I asked you two days ago."
"You try reacting normally when your best friend asks you to have fake sex with her," Aang deadpans and you tilt your head side to side.
"Fair enough," you say, approaching your bedroom door and opening it. Aang steps into the familiar space after you, instantly going for your bed. "Frankly, I'm still surprised that you said yes."
Aang's brows furrow. "Why?"
You shrug, closing the door behind you. "It's just…I thought maybe you'd think doing this would affect our friendship," you admit quietly. "That's even why I hesitated asking because what we have means so much to me." You fiddle with some loose thread on your sleeve. "But I also don't trust anyone else enough to do this with."
Aang stares at you, soaking in this confession and how earnest it is. It further strengthens his love for you, makes him realise that loving you is something he'll never escape.
"What would you have done if I said no?" He has to ask.
"I wouldn't have done the plan," You admit honestly. "If it wasn't with you."
It could be a trick of the light but there's a glimmer in your eyes that remind him of…hope. And maybe it's his own hopefulness but the way you said those words, how you phrased them…
It sounded like a…
The front door suddenly opens, ripping you and him from a close revelation. You jolt, eyes widening as Aang looks at you, a little frantic.
"It hasn't been ten minutes, has it?" Aang whispers and you shake your head quickly, walking over to him.
"I don't think so," you whisper back, barely heard over your roommate and her companion's loud voices. "They must have come back early. That's what being horny does to you."
Aang chuckles softly, watching as you settle beside him. You're sitting very close, the warmth of your thigh pressed against his. Your roommate's bedroom door opens and closes before soft whispers and giggles turn into wet kisses.
Heating up slightly, Aang looks at you and finds you looking back, your bottom lip trapped between your teeth. He ignores the urge to free your lip and see if the skin is as soft as it looks. The kissing brings forth moans that remain low but will no doubt increase in volume within the next five minutes. Now is the time to act before your roommate gets too caught up in it.
You swallow audibly, Aang's eyes flicking to watch the tempting line of your throat move. His heart is thundering in his chest, hitting against his ribs as blood rushes loudly in his ears. It's now or never; everything about your relationship will change if you both decide to go through with this.
And Aang doesn't know how he'll ever cope if he knows what you sound like while being…fucked.
The moans on the other side of the wall get louder and Aang watches you close your eyes tightly before your lips part and you—
Moan.
Breathy and soft.
You moan again, louder this time and Aang watches as your eyes open, staring right at him. Vulnerable and bare before him, a beautiful picture that has his soul on fire. Without a second thought, his own lips part and he—
Groans.
Deep and rough.
He groans just for you and watches as your breathing deepens, a slight shiver rushing through you. It catches his eyes, doesn't go unnoticed and Aang—he suppress the shuddering wave that threatens to hit him.
It carries on like this, a back and forth of depraved noises. A growing courage that results in you bouncing on the bed so it creaks to mimic rocking bodies. A hand slapping against the wall in feigned ectasy, trembling whimpers from your soft lips and hushed praises from his. The tension doesn't settle; it never does and Aang knows he's done for after this.
After watching the arch of your back, the bounce of your breasts and your half-lidded eyes, he's done for.
It's over.
You will exist afresh in his dreams tonight in ways he's too embarrassed to explain. Naked and wanting, head tilted back as he marks you as his and makes you come again and again while crying his name—
"Aang!" You cry and Aang's following groan is as real as it gets. As real as his hard cock leaking in his briefs and the wanton need to show you just how much he loves you. He feels ashamed; you're his best friend and you trusted him with this yet he's fallen into his own depravity to remain unaffected.
But when he musters up the courage to look at you, his breath catches.
You look needy, pupils blown and tongue flicking out to lick at your lips. Your cardigan does little to hide your peaked nipples and you're trembling, the look you're giving him unmistakable. You swallow again, open your mouth to say something but Aang is already two steps ahead.
His arms are around you, cradling you close and he's trying to hold it together but it's hard.
"C–can I—?" He tries to stutter out and you nod desperately, gripping at the back of his shirt.
"Yes." You plead, almost in tears and when Aang kisses you deeply, you melt right into his arms.
He's done for.
~☆~
"Sounds like you had a good time last night," Jen teases when you walk into the kitchen wearing a shirt that definitely isn't yours. "If that was to show me how obnoxiously loud I can be, I get it now."
You roll your eyes, smiling. "Oh, now you get it," you say, bringing out two mugs from the cupboards. "Only after hearing me get my brains screwed out, huh?"
"Thrice!" Jen exclaims, holding up two fingers. "The guys I bring home can only last one round and then it's lights out." She grumbles, sipping her coffee. "But good on you, girl. I'm happy for you and I've learned my lesson."
"Which is?" You ask as you fill up the kettle and turn it on. As that's boiling, you place two green tea bags into the mugs.
Jen grins. "No loud sex after 11 PM."
You grin back. "That's all I ask."
At this moment, Aang chooses to come out of your room. He looks so good, devastatingly handsome in no shirt and sweatpants that hang way too low on his hips. His muscles shift enticingly as he walks into the kitchen and over to you, leaning down to kiss the taste of your smile, gently cupping your face. You lean up into him happily, your arms settling on the curve of his waist.
"Good morning," he greets, all soft and so adoring it hurts.
"Good morning," you echo, just as soft and adoring because it's Aang.
Jen stares between you two then solely at Aang, jaw dropped.
