Summary: You and your mother finally have a heart to heart in hopes of moving forward.
Warnings: MDNI 18+, language, adult themes/topics, mention of family member death, pregnancy, mention of oral (M receiving), sex.
Chapter Thirteen
When you wake the next day you roll over to see the clock reading almost noon. You toss on a pair of shorts and a tank top and glance in the mirror. Your mother knows you’re pregnant, so there’s no use in hiding your tiny bump anymore.
When you go downstairs you notice the framed wedding picture is now gone. Maybe Seunghyun talked some sense into her last night…
You round the corner to find Myeong sitting with your mother on the couch and Seunghyun on the loveseat across from them. Photo albums are spread on the coffee table between them.
“This was your Mom when she was your age…” you hear your mother explain. “She loved Disney so much. Here she’s dressed as Belle.”
You stand in the entryway for a moment taking it all in. Seeing your daughter in your childhood livingroom is still so surreal.
Seunghyun is slowly turning the pages of a photo album featuring your time in college. You settle in beside him as he greets you.
“Good morning.” He smiles.
“I think you mean good afternoon.” You chuckle. “I overslept.”
“You got the rest you needed. We are on vacation. No need to wake up early…”
“Morning Mama. Grandma showed me pictures of you from lots of different times.” Myeong grins. “Living here is different from home.”
You nod. “Florida is very different from Korea." You flip through a few pages of the photo album with Seunghyun passing images of you moving into your dorm, nights out with roommates and…
“This is an interesting picture.” He says, pointing to a photo of you kneeling on a dirty floor, holding the end of a beer bong.
Oh god…”That was taken at a house party. The guy I was seeing at the time was a Rugby player so, beer was plentiful.”
“In Korea, we just drink beer from the can or bottle.” He laughs.
“In America, clearly, chugging from a funnel is necessary.” You laugh. “I’ll have you know, I was the only girl at the party to chug a whole 40oz can without a break.”
Your husband just shakes his head. “I’m learning so much about you.”
“Who is that?” Myeong asks, pointing to a photograph. You realize it’s your father.
“That’s your…grandpa.” Your mom says quietly.
“He doesn’t live here?” Your daughter asks inquisitively. “Can we go see him?”
You feel a pang of sadness.
“He…he…” your mother can’t finish her sentence.
You take a moment and just come clean. “No, we can’t Mye. He died. A long time ago.” You say calmly as Seunghyun places his hand on your knee. “Before I came to Korea and met your Appa.”
Myeong studies her grandmother's face and yours. “That makes you sad. You miss him…”
“We do Moon Beam. Very much.”
She hops off the couch and climbs into your lap. “I wish me and Agi could meet him.”
A tear rolls down your cheek as your daughter wipes it away with her hand. “Me too baby, me too…”
“He would’ve loved you so much.” Your mom adds before leaving the room.
“Here.” You say sliding off the couch onto the floor. “These are some of my favorite pictures of him.” You walk your daughter though some of your favorite memories with your Dad. Camping, paddle boarding with manatees. Your childhood was always rich with adventure.
“Karaoke!” Myeong points to a photo of your Dad posing dramatically with a microphone at a random family member’s birthday.
You laugh. “He loved to sing. Silly songs especially.”
“Appa likes to sing too.” She says, making a connection.
“Mmhmm, he does. Your Appa and grandpa both like to sing.”
You hear rustling in the kitchen. Seunghyun takes this as a sign for you and your mother to talk.
“Let’s get ready and go swimming Mye.” He smiles, prompting her to head upstairs.
Myeong hops off your lap and runs up the staircase.
“You need to eat something.” Seunghyun says before placing a kiss on your forehead. “And you need to talk to her.”
You exhale loudly in agreement. He helps you off the floor and you head to the kitchen.
Your Mom turns to you, eyes red from crying. “I’ll make you lunch…no egg this time.” She says as she wipes her face, forcing a smile.
You take a seat on the stool at the kitchen island, like you once did as a child.
“What sounds good?” She asks, trying her hardest to appease you.
“Honestly? A peanut butter and jelly sandwich.”
“I can make that happen.” She laughs, grabbing the bread. “Still a strawberry jam girl over grape?”
“Always.” You smile. For the first time in years, you feel a connection with your mom you thought was lost. “They’re hard to come by in Korea.”
“I would imagine so…”
You hear Seunghyun and Myeong make their way downstairs, Myeong barely acknowledging you as she runs to the back patio.
“Wait for Appa!” You and Seunghyun speak in unison, stopping her in her tracks.
“You two are good at that.” She says, as she cuts your sandwich into perfect triangles.
“We make a good team.” Seunghyun says, glancing over at what your mom is preparing.
“Don’t worry, I’m feeding her.” She warns. “Believe it or not, I took care of her first. Your input isn’t required.”
He frowns at the jab.
“Appaaaaaaaaa…let’s swim!!!!” Myeong calls out.
“Okay, okay…let’s go.” He says, heading towards the patio.
“He hovers over you…” your mom says, passing the PB&J over to you.
“No, he’s caring and considerate.” You say before taking a bite. You close your eyes as the sandwich takes you back to your childhood.
“Is it that good?” Your mom laughs.
“It is. I’m going to have to indulge in all the classic childhood staples while we are here. Don’t get me wrong, I love Korea but having a simple PB&J is really doing it for me right now.” You say before taking another bite.
Your mother leans back against the counter and exhales loudly.
Here we go…
“You never had to leave all this you know.”
“Mom…”
“I just don’t understand. You left because you didn’t want to deal with everything with David but you went on to go through it with TOP…”
“Seunghyun…”
“Yes, him…and…”
“Mom, we didn’t do fertility treatments. Meyong was…”
“An accident?” She questions.
“Unexpected. I thought I couldn't have children…we decided we didn’t want children. Then life had other plans.”
She looks at you puzzled.
“After Myeong, we decided we did want more children but it wasn’t working out in our favor at first…”
“Until it did.” She adds, arms crossed. “So you got lucky twice?”
“Everything happens for a reason as they say, so here we are. Seunghyun had a vasectomy in December so…this is it.” You smile nervously.
“I just wish you were here in this position with David…”
You drop your sandwich. “For one moment can you just stop and understand that David was horrible for me? Look outside.” You say pointing to the back patio. “Seunghyun is a wonderful father. Mye loves him more than anyone in the world. David wasn’t worthy of being the father to my children. That’s why things didn’t work out. My life has turned out exactly how it should.”
Your mom turns to face the patio. Seunghyun is in the pool catching Myeong as she runs off the edge, leaping into his arms over and over again. Her laughter echoes in the backyard.
“I’m happy and well taken care of. Isn’t that enough? Don’t you want that for me?” You look to her, seeking an answer.
“I want you here. In America…at home.” She replies, tears in her eyes.
“I love my life in Korea. That is home now.”
She exhales a shaky breath and turns away from you.
“I am trying Mom, really I am. We are never going to move forward if you don’t just accept this. I want to tell you about my life, share what you missed when Mye was born, and have you be a more permanent part of our lives but I can’t do that if you don’t let go of David and the idea of the life I could’ve had. This is my life now, and it’s not going anywhere. Can you not just be happy that I am happy?”
You look to her for a response but instead, she leaves the room. You shake away any tears that were forming and join your family outside.
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Your Mother makes herself scarce the rest of the day, asking to take Myeong to the park and out for dinner just the two of them. You happily oblige in hopes that she will come to her senses.
“I take it the talk didn’t go as planned?” Seunghyun asks as the two of you cuddle in the spare room.
“She’s still hung up on the past.” You sigh into his chest. “I told her I was willing to move on and include her more, but she’s going to have to accept that you are my life now.”
“If she can’t accept that then you’re right, we will have to separate ourselves from her moving forward. I don’t want Myeong or Agi subjected to that forever…” Seunghyun says in a serious tone.
“Agreed.” You exhale. “We can see how things go at Disney tomorrow and with Mye’s birthday party. If she doesn’t realize by then we can move on…”
You’re about to drift off to sleep when you feel Seunghyun shift beside you, his hand wandering down the waistband of your shorts.
“What are you doing Mr. T-Oh-P?” You ask sleepily.
”Just taking advantage of the situation…home alone…with you, in bed…” He toys with the fabric of your underwear. “We could have a quickie…then I could take you out to dinner.”
You look up at his boyish grin. “Such a gentleman.” You jest as you feel him slip his fingers inside you, causing you to release a quiet moan.
”Hmm, I don’t hear you protesting.”
“N-never.’ You moan as you reach for him, pulling him closer before shifting your weight to straddle him.
“This was my idea.” He laughs.
”And now I am taking over…” You slide his shorts down just enough to free him, taking his length in your hand, causing him to release a low groan. “You like?”
“Y-yes.” He breathes.
You shift position and lean over, taking him in your mouth, his hand immediately gripping your hair as you bob up and down.
After a few moments he holds your head in place as you take all of him. His hips bucking upwards into your mouth. “Filthy girl…” he says as he touches the back of your throat.
You pull back to take a breath. “I think I’d like you to fuck me now.” You say with a wink.
He flips you quickly onto your back, stripping you of your shorts, then pushes your legs open as he thrusts into you.
”This what you wanted, Princess?”
Your only response you give is you moaning in pleasure at the sensation of him filling every inch of you.
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Just like he promised, he took you out to dinner afterwards. Like typical tourists, you end up in Disney Springs at The Boathouse in the private dining room overlooking the lake. After dinner, Seunghyun insists on going shopping where he purchases way too many Disney themed gender neutral baby clothing items.
“You’re being very American right now, you know that?”
”When in Rome, do as the Romans do.” He grins, holding up the bags.
When you return home it's late. Your Mom was gracious enough to get Myeong ready for bed so she's already asleep when you walk in.
”We really appreciate your help tonight, Patricia.” Seunghyun says, entering the living room.
”You’re welcome…Se..unghuyn.” She says slowly.
A new development…
He smiles wide back at her.
“I want to try.” She says. “Myeong helped me practice today.”
”Well you have a great teacher.” You add. “Did you two have a nice time?”
”We did. She told me all about school and her friends. She also gave me a lesson in art history and BigBang.”
Seunghyun blushes.
”Like I have said before, she loves her Appa…in all his forms.” You smile, placing a hand on his face.
”I…want to apologize. I have been. Irrational for far too long.”
Her apology takes you by surprise. “Oh…well I…”
”Myeong helped me realize today that you were right. This is the life you were meant to live. TOP…I mean…Seunghyun, the things Myeong said about you…it's clear how deeply you love your family and…I just…know there is no one that could care for these girls in the way that you do.”
You feel yourself getting emotional. You look at your husband, whose eyes have become glassy.
”Y/N, I understand now. I am so sorry for everything I put you through all those years ago. I-I am ready to move forward and be there for your family. If you’ll let me. I want to be a part of your life with him and Myeong…and…the baby.”
You don’t say anything. You just run over and hug her. You have been waiting to hear this. You accepted long ago that you maybe never would. Now that you hear the words, relief washes over you and you sob. You know part of it could be due to hormones, but there is something about a mother’s love that is just different and you have needed it for so long.
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The next day at Disney, you and your Mom stay close while Seunghyun and Myeong ride all the rides they can together in Magic Kingdom. The two of you are on a park bench in Fantasyland enjoying a Dole Whip.
“Are you hanging in there?” She asks.
”I am.” You smile. “I finally have my energy back. I’m much better than I was a few weeks ago.” You say, reflecting on the days leading up to finding out.
”You never really shared how you found out. Was it a surprise?”
”Not exactly. We’ve always wanted a sibling for Mye; we just didn’t think it was in the cards for us. I got really sick a few months ago and well…Seunghyn just had a feeling and here we are. Turns out, I am really bad at realizing I’m pregnant.” You laugh.
”He knows you well. It’s been interesting getting to know him the last few days. He's a good man.”
You feel your cheeks warm. “He has always been nothing but a gentleman and truly, one of the most caring men I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. Even before Mye was born he was like this. We work really well together.”
“Well, clearly you both know what you're doing on the parenting front. Myeong is such a bright, outgoing child for being only 4 years old. She will be an excellent big sister. Going from one to two isn’t that difficult. It’s when they get older that they cause problems.”
You nod, taking a bite of your ice cream, your smile fading.
She notices and turns to face you. ”You’re worried?”
“Not about transitioning from one to two…I’m…” You reflect on Myeong’s birth and your depression. “I had a traumatic experience when Mye was born…and that led to me having really bad postpartum depression…”
Your Mom places a hand on your leg. “Honey, I didn’t…”
”I know, you didn’t know because I’ve never told you. My therapist has been a big help, and our friends Nari and Ji really stepped up when I was…really bad. It was traumatic. And now my fear is it will happen again and the thought of something happening to me and leaving Mye and Seunghyun to raise a baby alone is…”
”Scary to think about.” She finishes your sentence. “Your doctor knows what to look for right?”
“They’re prepared this time, or they say they are. I missed so much of Myeong’s first hours in the hospital. And when we got home, the depression took me away from both of them for weeks until I got help. I just want this baby to have me as their mother from the beginning.”
“Just because it happened once, doesn’t mean it will happen again.” She reassures you. “What if…” she starts her sentence, then stops to collect herself. “What if this time, I come stay with you? After the baby is born.”
You look at her in disbelief. “You mean you’d come to Korea?”
”Yes.” She nods. “If you’ll have me, I’ll come. Stay with you for a few weeks, help you get settled and adjusted. Give you and Seunghyun time together with the baby alone, help Myeong feel included.”
”Mom that…that would be great. A huge help, honestly.” You say, stunned.
“Then consider it done. I will block off the time and be there for you. You deserve to have help, I owe it to you after everything.” She smiles.
”Thank you, Mom. Really.” You say embracing her.
”MAMA!!!!!” You hear Myeong shouting across the park as she runs to you.
”Hi baby girl! Are you having fun with Appa riding rides?”
“Yes! We went on a Snow White ride and then Peter Pan, SPINNING TEACUPS, and a Goofy rollercoaster! But now I’m hungry…”
Seunghyun kisses the top of your head, then takes a bite of your Dole Whip. “Lunch?”
You agree. “Agi wants a corn dog from Casey’s Corner."
“Lead the way.” He smiles.
The rest of the day is spent meeting characters, riding all the pregnancy safe rides you can with your family, various Mickey shaped treats, and ends with fireworks.
Myeong is on Seunghyun’s shoulders, one hand holding her leg securely, the other wrapped loosely around your waist. Your mother snaps a quick photo, forever memorializing the moment. The day has been nothing short of perfect.
On the way home, you check your email to find the lab results from your last appointment. Myeong is curled against your mom, both of them drifting in and out of sleep.
You open the email and nudge Seunghyun. “My lab results are back.”
“The gender?” He asks, sitting up quickly.
Your heart rate intensifies as you read through the doctor’s notes regarding your bloodwork. “Everything’s within normal range…healthy…” you scan the email for the link to the gender reveal.
Seunghyun takes your free hand in his, squeezing it tight. “I’m nervous.” He chuckles. “This is the last time we get to experience this.”
“It’s bittersweet. The completion of our family…” You look up at him sensing some apprehension. You see the link on your phone, your thumb hovering over it. You take a deep breath. “Okay, Agi is a…”
warnings: 18+, drug & alcohol use, corruption kink, degradation, p into v, somo, free use
The two of you meet one night at Club Pentagon, Namgyu spots you out from the second floor balcony in the VIP section. You are hard to miss on the dancefloor, dancing with your group of girlfriends while in a skin tight dress, your tits almost spilling out. Later in the night, your friends make their way over to the VIP section, trying to get Thanos’ attention and an invitation to come into the lounge.
Thanos urges Namgyu to let them in, making room for you and all your friends on the couch. Namgyu has seen this scene a thousand times before, groupies coming over to get Thanos’ attention, and he entertains them before hooking up with one or a few of the girls. All while Namgyu sits there bored, occasionally taking the drugs offered around the table since he has no plans on going home with some Thanos groupie.
He waits for your friends to pile in before taking his usual spot on the end of one of the couches, reaching for his phone as he ignores the high pitched giggles and flirting around him. Namgyu just sees you as another one of the groupies until you take a seat next to him, your back mostly turned to the others as you eye him up and down.
You have to initiate conversation with him first, which feels like pulling teeth since he doesn’t want to seem interested in you. As much of a loser he is, he doesn’t want to give you the satisfaction of knowing he is into this or just how much he is loving the attention given to him.
If you are persistent to keep talking to him throughout the night, he will slowly start to open up and become more talkative. He is hardly talked to in the VIP section, let alone asked questions about himself personally. He loves the attention you are giving him, obviously flirting with him while you push your tits together and bite your lip as you nod along to whatever he is saying.
At first he is hesitant to believe that you are actually into him and not just up here to get free drinks or to be closer to the rapper. But once he realizes you are actually into him, he gets the biggest power trip off of the attention you give him. His whole job is centered around listening to other people's orders and trying to make guests happy to benefit the club, but now he finally has someone to give orders to, you. He loves how dumb and naive you are, clinging to each of his words and believing him without question.
It takes him a few weeks before he will take the relationship somewhat seriously, and a couple more months before he will openly call you his girlfriend to others. He lets you move in a couple weeks into dating, and although he should probably get a roommate to help contribute to the rent, he thinks it's worth it when he comes home and sees you dressed in your short skirts and tight shirts without a bra or panties. He loves seeing you around the apartment in nothing but one of his shirts and pink lacy panties, doing chores before he goes to work. The idea of having a stupid submissive housewife cleaning and cooking while he is at work makes his cock twitch more than he would ever admit.
If he is older than you, he will use his age and experience as a way to manipulate you. He loves seeing how naive you are, watching you hang on every last word as he outright lies to you.
He is also a master manipulator, gaslighting you whenever you whine at him for being home 2 hours later than he said. He’ll convince you into believing he told you he was going to be home later, that you're too dumb and forgetful and you need to apologize to him. Which you believe because you don’t know any better. If you complain about him coming home high, he will outright lie and deny it, all while he is slipping on a hoodie to hide the fresh trackmarks on the inside of his arm.
He’ll get annoyed at you for spending money on getting your nails or lashes done, and then go out the same night and blow money on drugs trying to impress someone at the club. If you were to ever become aware of it (which he doubts will ever happen), he'll tell you it's a business expense and something you don’t need to worry about.
He has a corruption kink, and he knows he can get you to do almost anything for him with enough convincing. He knows how to get what he wants with enough pet names, and you’ll be melting in his hands and staring at him wide eyed, listening to whatever demands he wants. He’ll seldom use pet names on purpose, only pulling them out when necessary since he knows he can get whatever he wants with them.
“C’mon baby, do you know how hot it’ll be to do a line off your tits? You want to make me happy, right?”
If you want to dress revealingly or trashy while you're out together, he doesn’t care. He’s definitely under the “I knew you were a hoe before we dated” mentality.
He convinces you to come to the club often so he can keep an eye on you while you dance and he works. He watches you dance with your friends from afar, making sure you are safe. With enough begging, you can drag him out onto the dance floor as you drunkenly dance and grind up on him to the rap music playing.
If you don’t want to dance at the club, he will keep you in the VIP section with him. He wants everyone to know you’re his and wants to show you off, letting you sit in his lap while his fingers tug at the hem of your short tight dress. He will make casual conversation with Thanos and others while subtly groping you, ignoring the way you twitch and whine in his lap.
One night while partying, he watches as you throw back shot after shot and how horny you progressively get. It starts off with you rubbing your acrylics up and down his thigh, watching as his leg twitches and stiffens as he tries to ignore you while he is doing his job. Namgyu’s breaking point is when you are sitting on his lap, grinding your ass against his dick with your dress riding up with each movement, threatening to show off your lacy thong to everyone at the table.
He will finish his conversation before grabbing you by the wrist and dragging you over to the closest bathroom stall. He’ll bend you over as your hands press against the wall, the toilet underneath you as he quickly undoes his belt. He doesn’t bother undressing you, only sliding your thong to the side before shoving his dick in you.
“Such a fucking whore, soaking wet from showing everyone just how much of a slut you are.”
If you are open to the idea of getting high with him, he will have you begging on your knees in front of him with your tongue sticking out. He wants to see how desperate you will get before he drops the LSD tab on your tongue.
If you frequently want to get high with him, he will give you the cheapest and weakest shit he has. You don’t know the difference, and it saves him money to go spend on the stronger shit for himself. He probably feels a little guilty for feeding into your addiction when you are so naive. But any guilt goes away when he realizes just how horny you get when you’re high.
He loves getting you drunk and high at the club, waiting to fuck you until you are back at the apartment. He won't bother making it to the bedroom before he is undressing you, throwing you onto the couch and folding your legs back, seeing how wet you are as you are spread out in front of him.
Big fan of teasing you by smacking his dick against your clit, watching the way you twitch and whine out for him to fuck you. The sound of how wet you get mixed with your begging is enough to almost make him cum on the spot.
Also loves grabbing your face and forcing you to look at him, staring down at your dumb fucked out face as you drool around his thumb in your mouth. He loves spitting degrading words at you, knowing you're too cock drunk to understand anything he is saying.
“Dumb fucking slut. Love getting ruined by me, huh?”
He’ll slowly introduce you into free use, first starting off by groping you while watching a movie on the couch. If you question what he’s doing, he will reassure you by telling you this is normal and to be a good girl and keep paying attention to the tv.
He will keep pushing your boundaries until he can come up behind you while you are washing dishes, bending you over and pulling your panties down before slipping his dick in. He’ll hold your hips in place as he plows into you, hardly giving you enough time to adjust to his thick cock. He’ll cum in you, pulling out and watching as the cum leaks down your thigh as he buttons up his pants. Depending on the day, he will take a photo of your leaking pussy without you knowing.
“I gotta go to work, don’t expect me to be home on time.” he says over his shoulder while stepping out of the apartment, leaving you a breathless mess as you struggle to support yourself on the counter.
You try your best to stay up for him after work, but sometimes you fall asleep while waiting for him. Namgyu will come home late to find you curled up in bed with your matching pink pajamas, your sleep shorts hiked up far enough to show off your panties.
He pulls your panties to the side, making sure to not wake you up while his fingers trace up and down your slit. He watches the way your face reacts to his touches and the whines you make as he starts to rub at your clit, spreading around your slickness in small circles. He slowly sticks two fingers in, making sure to not wake you as he begins to finger you. He loves watching the way you unconsciously grind onto his hand and the soft moans you let out as you unknowingly cum over his fingers. If you wake up after cumming, he will shush you by slipping his fingers into your mouth, praising you as you mindlessly start cleaning your cum off his fingers.
synopsis- you only fall deeper into seunghyun’s spell when you arrive at his house and he finally fulfills his fantasies.
word count- 2.3k
a/n- part two! writing yandere isn’t my strong suit for sure, so i hope this is okay hehe. go read the first part if you haven’t yet! enjoy ;)
admiration part one
As Seunghyun’s car pulls to a stop, you freeze. His house is huge. Insanely huge.
His hand pats your thigh as he gets out of the car and you don’t move. He walks around the car and opens your door for you, extending a hand for you to take. You do. You don’t really know why you do.
He guides you inside, his palm firm on your lower back, as if keeping you in place. It works.
When you get inside, you look around. Artwork that probably cost more than your house cover the walls. Everything is spotless, every surface clean apart from the kitchen counter that holds an unopened bottle of wine and two glasses.
Two glasses.
He knew you’d be here. He’d been planning this.
That strikes you. You back up, finding yourself pressed against his front door with your nails desperately clawing at it at your sides. You try to open the door, but of course, it’s locked with a key he’s swinging around his finger.
“Oh, don’t worry, please. You’re safe here.” He smiles, knowing and sly.
You meet his eyes, your bottom lip trembling. “I… I can’t leave..?”
He narrows his gaze. “You don’t want to leave, darling.”
Seunghyun steps closer to you, his hands slipping to your waist. “Relax. I’ll take good care of you.”
He pulls you in, a hand coming up to hold your face, his fingers tracing your jawline and down your neck.
He isn’t holding you tight, you could easily break free from his hands if you wanted to. And it’s not that you don’t want to—it’s his eyes.
Dark.
Daring.
Staring into yours like they have some claim over you, like you’ve committed to being his without your permission.
His touch is gentle. Too gentle for the circumstances. It scares you how calm he is.
“Come.” He lets his index finger fall down your body, settling in the palm of your hand. He intertwines his fingers with yours and takes you to the kitchen counter. He pours two identical glasses of wine, sliding one your way.
You hesitate, but he coaxes the glass closer until you take it. He leans over the counter, his arms bracketing your body and enclosing you.
“It’s good, hm?” He asks, gesturing to the wine. You nod. He smiles, satisfied. “Good. It’s mine.”
You hum in response, taking another sip of the wine. You have to admit it, the wine is incredible. But you know alcohol wouldn’t do you any favours right now.
Seunghyun’s hand finds your waist again, his thumb brushing your hipbone. His eyes find yours again and you almost melt on the spot.
“Are you going to let me take care of you?” He asks, his voice barely above a whisper.
You consider shucking his hand off and making a run for the door. You consider saying no, asking to leave, begging if the situation calls for it.
“Yes.” You end up saying.
He smirks, a low and satisfied hum vibrating in his throat. “Good choice.”
He wastes no time.
Seunghyun’s hand trails lower, tracing the line of the zipper on your jeans. He slowly undoes at the button then pulls down the zipper, his eyes fixed on you the whole time.
Your hands are suspended at your sides, unsure what to do. His free hand comes up to guide yours to his chest.
“Don’t be scared. I would never hurt you.” He says, as if it’s obvious.
For some reason, you believe him.
You follow his lead and place a hand on his chest and very slowly unbutton his shirt. He bites his lip.
“That’s my girl.” He says, satisfied, as he hooks his finger on the waistband of your panties. Seunghyun dips in, calculated almost, like he’s planned out this moment in his head for months. Unbeknownst to you, he had been.
His fingers run through your slick folds, feeling, soaking in this moment that he’s been fantasizing about. He leans in, his other hand firm on your waist, and connects his mouth to your neck.
He doesn’t push his fingers inside of you yet, he just feels around, seemingly mapping out your patterns. Learning where to touch, how to claim.
Seunghyun sucks a bruise right on your collarbone, then another under your jaw. You let out a soft moan, feeling a little dazed by his hands all over your body. He likes that. He chases it. He pushes two fingers inside of you, slow, careful.
You gasp, your forehead falling to his chest and your fingers curling around his shirt. He goes deeper until his fingers curl into that sensitive spot, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. A small whimper escapes you, your knees almost buckling beneath you.
The way you’re reacting to his touch makes heat pool between Seunghyun’s thighs, but he ignores it. He’s been waiting for this, and he wants to savour it.
You grip the edge of the counter, all of your worries fading away with every thrust of his fingers.
This is wrong, but why does it feel so good?
His fingers work wonders. They hit you exactly where you need them every single time, pushing you dangerously quickly to the edge. Seunghyun notices how your legs are trembling, how you’re struggling to stay standing.
Good, he thinks.
If she can’t walk when I’m done with her, then she’ll never leave me.
“Yeah, that’s my girl. Cum for me.” He growls right next to your ear, and that’s all you need. You fall apart, knees buckling, but Seunghyun keeps you standing with a strong arm wrapped around your waist.
You come undone in his arms, a strained moan slipping from your lips as you bury your face in his chest. He stills his fingers inside you until your breathing levels. Then, he meets your eyes.
Seunghyun grins. It’s evil, almost. It gets under your skin. He keeps his hand bracketing your waist as he pulls his fingers out of you.
He leans in, lips connecting with your neck. “Still want to leave?”
You shake your head. He hums against your skin.
“Good girl.” He whispers, before pulling back and meeting your eyes again. “Let me show you around.”
You shakily nod, because what else are you supposed to do?
Seunghyun laces his fingers with yours and guides you around his place. He describes his artwork as you pass it. He shows you each room, before finally stopping at his bedroom at the end of the hallway.
You stop too.
It’s huge. Artwork still covers the walls, and for a second, you forget where you are. You let your hand fall from his and walk inside.
You look back to him for a moment, hand raised to a huge painting but not touching, and he nods.
“Go ahead.” He says. You do, running your fingers gently across the dried paint. “You like it?”
You nod. “It’s pretty.”
Seunghyun hums. He approaches behind you, his hands gripping your hips. “You’re prettier.”
You tense. He responds by pressing his fingers into your hips and letting his face fall to your neck. He sucks right behind your ear, and you feel his cock pressed against your ass.
“You like this.” He says. It isn’t a question.
You hum in response. You don’t think words would work right now.
Seunghyun hooks his thumb on the waistband of your pants. But this time, he doesn’t just slip his hand in. He moves to fully undo the button and starts to pull them down. You let him.
Your pants drop to the floor and you slowly step out of them. He smiles against your skin.
“Good girl.” He whispers. It goes straight through you.
You swallow. Seunghyun turns you in his arms so you face him. His large hand comes up to trace your jaw, almost holding it in place.
“I have admired you for a long time, you know.” He says.
You aren’t able to respond before he shoves his thumb into your mouth. He presses down on your tongue and reaches back as far as he can.
“You don’t know what you do to me, Y/N.”
Seunghyun keeps his fingers gripping your jaw and his thumb in your mouth as he drags you over to his bed. He lays you down, then slowly pulls your shirt over your head.
You let him.
You could leave. You could tell him to stop or run out of this room screaming.
But at this point, it doesn’t even cross your mind. It’s like he’s put a spell over you, you’re completely dazed by those dangerous eyes of his.
Seunghyun reaches under your back and unclips your bra, discarding it to the floor, then pulls off your panties in one swift motion.
His shirt follows, falling to the pile of your clothes on the floor. He climbs on top of you and rests on his elbows, his face only inches from yours now.
“You’re going to let me fuck you, right?” He asks, but you quickly sense that there is only one answer allowed.
You nod.
He grins. Seunghyun reaches down to tug off his pants, keeping his eyes locked on you.
It would be awkward, if it was anyone else. But for some reason, you don’t feel awkward. You feel intoxicated.
Which is why you reach up and put your hands on the back of his neck and shoulders. That does something to him.
“Yeah, I knew you wanted it. You want me.” He growls as he pulls off his boxers as well.
He takes his cock in his hand and carefully rubs his tip along your slick folds, ensuring he presses it harder against your clit. You involuntarily let out a small whimper.
“I haven’t even started and you’re already breaking.” He leans down and kisses your jawline. “That’s my girl.”
Seunghyun aligns himself with your entrance and slowly pushes himself inside. You gasp, keeping your eyes locked with his.
He groans low, breath ghosting your skin. “So tight. I knew you’d feel good.”
You dig your nails into his shoulders when he hits that spot deep inside you. Seunghyun sucks at your neck again, harder this time.
He starts moving, slow at first. His deep groans leave goosebumps on the back of your neck.
“You’re mine now, hm?” He growls, and you whimper again.
You shakily nod. The red flags are waving right in front of your face, but somehow, he’s made you colourblind.
His pace picks up as he leaves marks along your neck and collarbone. You find yourself absentmindedly bucking your hips upward, chasing his movements.
“You’re- hmph… being such a good girl…” he nips at your skin as he speaks. “You take me so well…”
He then wraps an arm around your waist and spins both of you so you’re straddling him. He sits up on the edge of his bed with you feeling way too comfortable in his lap.
“That’s my good girl. Show me how good I’m making you feel.”
You don’t hesitate. You’re blinded by him—his deep voice, his hands gripping your waist, and those fucking eyes that seem to be peering right into your soul.
You ride him with your face buried in his neck, moaning and scratching at his back. He just lets you use him, lets you fuck him just like he’s been fantasizing about for months.
You bury his cock deep inside you with every movement, feeling the edge creeping up on you with every groan that slips from Seunghyun’s lips.
“S- Seunghyun… I’m so close…”
He responds by gripping your waist harder, forcing you to move quicker on him. “Yes, baby. Cum for me. Let me hear you.”
You fall apart at that. You cry out as you finish, your walls tightening around his cock enough to push him over the edge as well.
He spills release inside of you with a deep groan that rattles his throat. His cock pulses inside you and his nails leave little crescent-moon-shaped marks on your waist.
When you come down from your high, you slowly raise your head and meet his eyes. He smiles, eyes half-lidded.
“Everything I dreamed of.” He whispers, his hand coming up to trace your jaw. He lifts you gently off of him, but he doesn’t let you go far. You stand and he follows, his hands immediately finding your waist again.
“You should stay.” He says, like it’s nothing.
You tense, realization finally coming back to you.
He notices. Of course he does. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll make you very comfortable.”
You just look at him for a moment. You consider leaving again. You could.
But you… don’t want to.
“Okay.” You say finally. He smiles.
“Good.” He leans in and kisses you gently. “Are you hungry? I can make you something.”
It almost feels domestic. Caring.
You nod slightly. “A little.”
“Come on then.” He laces his fingers with yours and tries to take you out of his bedroom, but you stop.
“Can I… put my clothes on?” You ask, a little nervous.
“If you want. But I like you better like this.” He looks you up and down.
For some reason, you have the urge to please him, so you leave your clothes behind as he pulls you to the kitchen.
All of the thoughts about leaving fall away. You can’t place the reason why you’re allowing this. You’ve never been this type of girl.
But Seunghyun is not like anyone you’ve met. He makes you feel high with just a simple touch. His voice sends shivers down your spine.
And whatever it is, you need it. And you want to chase it. Even if deep down you know it’s wrong, that feeling is completely overshadowed by the feeling you get when his fingers slip between your thighs again.
Summary: You surprise Nam-gyu by speaking perfect English to tourists on the streets and then he asks you to teach him some
Warnings: None
Word Count: 990
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The streets of Myeongdong were packed with the usual evening chaos, neon signs flickering, street food carts hissing, tourists weaving through the crowd like lost puppies. Nam-gyu kept his arm slung loosely around your shoulders, thumb brushing the sleeve of your coat in that absent, protective way he always did when you were out together. He wasn’t much for big public displays, but he liked keeping you close. After everything the two of you had survived, he said small touches felt like proof you were still here.
“You hungry?” he asked, voice low and rough around the edges like always. “There’s a good tteokbokki place up ahead. I’ll fight the line for you.”
You laughed, leaning into his side. “You always say that and then complain the whole time we wait.”
He smirked, the little scar on his cheek pulling with it. “Worth it if you smile at me like that.”
You were still teasing him when the tourists appeared, two girls in their early twenties, backpacks slung high, phones out, looking equal parts excited and overwhelmed. One of them spotted you and Nam-gyu and hurried over, English spilling out in a rush.
“Excuse me! Hi, sorry, do either of you speak English? We’re so lost. We’re trying to get to the Namsan Tower cable car station but Google Maps is being useless and..”
You felt Nam-gyu tense beside you, already opening his mouth to say the usual sorry, no English that most Koreans defaulted to in these situations. But you stepped forward smoothly, switching languages without missing a beat.
“Hey, no worries at all,” you said, your British-accented English crisp and natural from four years at university in Manchester. “You’re actually really close. See that big orange sign up there? That’s the start of the pedestrian street. Keep going straight for about eight minutes, then take the left fork at the big Hello Kitty store. The cable car entrance will be on your right after the steps. You can’t miss the red lanterns.”
Both girls blinked at you like you’d performed magic.
“Oh my god, thank you so much,” one breathed. “Your English is perfect! Are you from here or..?”
“Born and raised in Seoul,” you replied with a warm smile, “but I studied in the UK for a bit. Enjoy the view up there, it’s worth the wait.”
They thanked you again, waving as they hurried off. You turned back to Nam-gyu, expecting him to tease you about your “fancy foreigner talk.”
He was staring with his mouth slightly open, eyes wide in that rare, unguarded way he only ever got when something genuinely surprised him. The tough-guy mask had slipped completely.
“You… speak English?” he asked in Korean, voice quieter than usual. “Like, proper English? Not just the tourist stuff?”
You shrugged, cheeks warming a little under his intense gaze. “I did my degree in Manchester. Lived there for four years. I just… never brought it up. It never really came up between us.”
Nam-gyu let out a short, disbelieving laugh and dragged a hand through his hair. “Never came up? Jagiya, I’ve been walking around thinking my girlfriend only knows enough English to order coffee and say ‘thank you.’ And you just gave those girls directions like you were born in London.” He shook his head, a slow, impressed grin spreading across his face. “You’re full of secrets, huh?”
You poked his chest. “Not secrets. Just… things I haven’t needed to use around you.”
He caught your hand and laced your fingers together, pulling you closer until your foreheads almost touched. “I like it. A lot.” His voice dropped, rough and fond. “Makes me feel like I still get to learn new things about you every day.”
The rest of the evening passed in easy warmth, tteokbokki shared from the same plate, his jacket draped over your shoulders when the wind picked up, quiet stories about your uni days that made him listen like you were telling him the plot of his favorite movie.
Later, back at his small apartment, you were curled up on the couch with him, your legs across his lap while some random variety show played on low volume. Nam-gyu had been quiet for a few minutes, fingers tracing lazy circles on your ankle.
“Hey,” he said suddenly. “Teach me something.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Like what?”
“English. The important stuff.” He looked almost shy, which was rare enough to make your heart flip. “Not the boring tourist phrases. The stuff I actually want to say to you.”
You sat up a little, smiling. “Okay. Repeat after me.”
He straightened like he was preparing for battle.
“I love you,” you said softly.
He repeated it carefully, accent thick and clumsy but sincere. “I love you.”
Your chest went warm. “Good. Now… ‘You’re beautiful.’”
He tried it, butchering the ‘th’ sound in the cutest way possible. “You’re beautiful.” Then he leaned in and kissed the tip of your nose. “But I already say that in Korean. Keep going.”
You laughed. “Fine. ‘Stay with me.’”
“Stay with me,” he echoed, voice lower this time. His hand slid up your calf, warm and steady.
You cupped his face, thumbs brushing his cheeks. “And the most important one… ‘I’m yours.’”
Nam-gyu’s eyes softened. He repeated it slowly, then pressed his forehead to yours.
“I’m yours,” he whispered in English. Then, switching back to Korean like the words felt safer there, “And you’re mine. Even if you secretly speak fancy British English and could probably run off to London anytime you wanted.”
You kissed him slow and sweet, tasting the faint spice of tteokbokki and the comfort of home.
“I’m not going anywhere,” you murmured against his lips. “Not when my favorite person still needs English lessons.”
He grinned into the kiss, arms wrapping around you tighter.
“Good. Because I’m a slow learner. Might need you to teach me every night.”
You laughed, already knowing you’d happily spend every night doing exactly that.
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You’re half-asleep on the couch again, your new normal on the nights you stay over, when your phone lights up on the coffee table. The vibration rattles against the wood like a warning.
Club’s a mess. Fight broke out. Cops are here. I might be stuck for hours. Can you stay with Ha-eun? I’m so sorry.
You sit up fast, heart already kicking. The hoodie he left draped over you the night before slips to the floor. You type back with clumsy thumbs.
Of course. I’m here. Stay safe. Text when you’re on your way.
Three dots appear. Disappear. Appear again.
Thank you. I love you.
He’s never typed it before. Not like this. Not when he’s not looking at you. Your stomach does that familiar, terrifying flip.
You don’t reply with words. You just send a single red heart and set the phone down.
Ha-eun is asleep in her room, curled around the frog plush you bought her last week because the unicorn one was “too sparkly for bedtime.” The apartment is quiet except for the low hum of the humidifier you left running after her bath. You pad into the kitchen, make yourself a cup of the terrible instant coffee Nam-gyu keeps for emergencies, and settle in to wait.
An hour passes. Then two.
At 4:03 a.m. Ha-eun starts crying.She’s sitting up in bed, hair wild, cheeks wet, clutching the frog like it might vanish.
“Unnie,” she whimpers. “Appa?”
You sink onto the edge of the mattress and pull her into your lap without thinking. She’s heavier than she looks when she’s half-asleep and clinging. “Appa’s at work, baby. He’ll be home soon.”
She buries her face in your shirt, the one you stole from his drawer because it smelled like him. “Bad dream. Frog got lost. Unicorn too. And you.”
You stroke her back in slow circles, the way you’ve seen him do a hundred times. “They’re not lost. They’re right here with us. Want me to tell you the story again?”
She nods against your collarbone.
So you tell it. The long version. The one where the frog and the unicorn go on a space adventure with a dinosaur nugget who’s secretly a superhero. You add new parts tonight, a glittery spaceship, a planet made of stickers, a brave unnie who stays no matter what. Her breathing evens out somewhere around the part where the dinosaur nugget saves everyone with extra ketchup.
She falls back asleep with one fist twisted in your shirt and the other around the frog.
This is what you signed up for.Not just the kisses on the couch or the forehead touches in the kitchen. This. The 4 a.m. nightmares. The waiting. The way love sometimes looks like staying awake so someone else can come home safe.
Your phone buzzes again at 6:12.
On my way. Don’t wait up.
You smile at the screen even though your eyes are burning. You carry Ha-eun’s frog to the living room, tuck yourself back under the hoodie, and finally let yourself drift.
He comes home at 7:45.
The door opens so quietly you almost miss it. You’re already up, making eggs the way he likes them, over easy, extra crispy edges, because you know he’ll be starving and too wired to eat anything heavy. Ha-eun is at the little table in her pajamas, coloring a picture of what looks like a very angry purple dinosaur.
Nam-gyu stops in the doorway like he walked into the wrong apartment.
His lip is split again. Fresh this time. There’s a new bruise blooming high on his cheekbone, dark and ugly under the kitchen light. His black work shirt is torn at the collar and there’s dried blood on the cuff. He looks like he’s been through a war and lost.
You set the spatula down slowly.
“Hi,” you say, soft.
He stares at you. At the eggs. At Ha-eun humming happily like the world didn’t almost fall apart last night then his shoulders start to shake.
“Fuck,” he whispers. “You made breakfast.”
You cross the kitchen in three steps and wrap your arms around him before he can stop you. He smells like cigarette smoke and rain and the faint metallic tang of blood. He doesn’t hug you back at first, he just stands there, rigid, like he’s afraid if he touches you he’ll break something. Then his arms come around you so tightly it steals your breath.
“I’m sorry,” he says into your hair. “I’m so fucking sorry.”
“You’re home,” you murmur. “That’s what matters.”
Ha-eun looks up from her drawing. “Appa has owie again?”
Nam-gyu pulls back just enough to look at her. His smile is wobbly but real. “Yeah, Appa has owie. But unnie made it better.”
She nods like that makes perfect sense and goes back to coloring.
You guide him to a chair. He sits like his legs might give out any second. You plate the eggs, add the last of the kimchi, and set it in front of him. He eats like a man who hasn’t seen food in days.
You sit across from him with your own mug of coffee and watch the way his hands tremble around the fork.
When Ha-eun finishes her drawing she slides off her chair and climbs into his lap like it’s the most natural thing in the world. She presses the paper to his chest.
“For you,” she says solemnly. “It’s a brave appa.”
The picture is mostly purple scribbles and one very determined stick figure with a band-aid on its face.
Nam-gyu’s eyes go glassy. He presses a kiss to the top of her head and holds her there, rocking her gently even though she’s getting too big for it.
You clear the plates quietly. You get Ha-eun dressed for daycare. You pack her little backpack with the extra yogurt she likes and the sticker you know she’ll want at pickup. You do all of it without being asked, because this is what you do now. This is what family looks like when it’s 8 a.m. and the man you love is falling apart in slow motion.
When Ha-eun is finally buckled into her car seat , he comes back inside and closes the door behind him like he’s locking the rest of the world out.
“I don’t know how I’m supposed to do this without you anymore.”
His voice is raw. Scraped down to nothing. He’s leaning against the door like the weight of the night is still on his back. The bruise looks worse in daylight. His eyes are bloodshot and exhausted and so full of something it hurts to look at.
“You don’t have to,” you say.
He shakes his head. “That’s not fair to you. You’re in school. You have a life. You shouldn’t have to drop everything because my job is a fucking disaster and I can’t even protect my own kid from..”
“Nam-gyu.”
He stops. You walk over and take his face in both hands, careful of the bruise. His skin is warm. His jaw is tight under your palms.
“I’m not here because I have to be,” you tell him. “I’m here because I want to be. Because I love her. And I love you. And this, all of this, is part of that.”
His breath hitches. “You’re cleaning up my messes,” he says, almost angry. “You were up all night with my daughter while I was dealing with drunk assholes and cops and..”
“And I chose it,” you cut in. “Every single time. I chose the late nights. I chose the dinosaur nuggets and the nightmares and the way you look at me like I’m the only safe thing in your world. I’m still choosing it.”
He stares at you for a long moment. Then he leans forward and rests his forehead against yours, eyes closed.
“I’m scared,” he admits, so quietly you almost miss it. “I’m scared one day you’ll wake up and realize you signed up for a single dad with a shitty job and a kid who has nightmares and a past that won’t stay in the past. And you’ll leave. And I won’t even blame you.”
Your heart cracks right down the middle. You slide your arms around his neck and hold him there.
“I’m not leaving,” you whisper. “Not because of the job. Not because of the bruises. Not because of any of it. I’m in this, Nam-gyu. All the way in.”
He exhales like he’s been holding that breath since the night you met over a spilled juice box.
You stay like that for a long time, foreheads pressed together, his hands gripping your waist like you might vanish if he lets go.
Eventually he pulls back just enough to kiss you. It’s slow and careful and tastes like exhaustion and relief and the cheap coffee you both hate. When he pulls away his eyes are clearer.
“I need a shower,” he mutters. “And about twelve hours of sleep.”
You smile. “Shower first. I’ll handle daycare pickup if you want to crash.”
He looks like he wants to argue. Then he just nods, too tired to fight it.
While he’s in the bathroom you text your professor that you’ll be late to your afternoon lecture and set up your laptop on the kitchen table. You have a paper due in three days. You’ll finish it here, between loads of laundry and making sure Ha-eun’s favorite blanket is washed.
When he comes out twenty minutes later in clean sweats, hair damp, the bruise standing out even more against his pale skin, you’re already halfway through your outline.
He stops in the doorway again.
“You’re still here,” he says, like he can’t quite believe it.
You look up and smile. “Told you.”
He crosses the room in three strides, drops onto the couch, and pulls you down with him before you can protest. You end up half in his lap, laptop balanced on your knee, his head resting against your shoulder.
Within minutes he’s asleep. Really asleep. The kind of deep, trusting sleep he rarely lets himself have.
You keep typing one-handed, the other hand carding gently through his hair.
Ha-eun gets home from daycare at four. She takes one look at her sleeping appa, then climbs carefully onto the couch and curls up against his other side like she belongs there. She pulls out her coloring book and starts working on a new picture, this one has three stick figures holding hands under a rainbow of stickers.
You watch them both and feel something settle deep in your chest.
This is what home costs sometimes. Late nights. Bruises. Nightmares at 4 a.m. The fear that one day it might be too much. You lean down and press a kiss to the top of Nam-gyu’s head, right where his hair is still damp.
You’re not going anywhere.
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