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synopsis â just a reminder that it is in fact okay to cry
content/genre â fluff
word count â 500
note â yet another fluff fic inspired by me being a little not ok đ« (also not proofread at all)
warnings â none other than reader crying, but yuyu is there for comfort
Something was wrong. Yunho knew something was wrong. He could sense it in your demenor.
When you walked into the kitchen from a long day at work, he was sitting at the counter playing on his phone. He greeted you like he normally did, âHi love. How was your day?â
You met his eyes for a second as you set your purse down on the counter, âIt was alright.â A small smile formed on your lips. But he didnât fall for it. Especially not when you were clearly distressed this morning before he left (though you didnât think he noticed).Â
âJust alright?â You hated when when people asked that question, and Yunho knew that. But he was just trying to get something out of you without prodding too much.Â
He slipped of his stool and made his way to you, grabbing your phone out of your hands and placing it on the counter. He grasped your hands in his own and tried to look you in the eyes, but you kept avoiding his gaze.Â
âYunho, Iâm fine,â you mumbled.
âOk,â he said simply, âCan you at least look me in the eyes, though?â He was keeping his voice calm and level. Just treating this as a simple conversation.
You took a short breath before looking hesitantly into his eyes. Yunho couldnât help the sympathetic look in his eyes, though. And you hated it, âYunho, please. Iâm seriously fine.â
And you were about to pull away so you could retreat to your room and avoid him for the rest of the night. Give yourself a moment toâŠyou knowâŠhide. But he pulled you into a hug before you could even try.
He wrapped one arm around your middle back and the other was by your head so he could run a hand through your hair. His embrace was so warm and comforting. It really brought out the vulnerable side in you. And you hated it.Â
But you couldnât find the energy in you to push him away. âBaby,â he kissed your hair, âYou know itâs okay to cry, right?â You felt the light rumble of his chest as he spoke.
And you couldnât explain it, but those words brought out every feeling and emotion youâd been feeling for days. He held you close as you sobbed into his chest. Softly rocking you side to side and caressing your head and shoulders.Â
âI love you so much, my love,â he whispered over your light sobs, âYou never have to feel like a burden, okay? I want to hold you while you cry.â You sniffled into his shirt, âI donât want you to ever feel like youâre doing this alone.â
You only cry harder at his words, but your arms around him tighten. And he feels you grip at his shirt.Â
âMy pretty baby,â he pulls back so he can cup your cheek with his hand, âItâs always ok to cry.â
a/n: starting with jongho as I start making these for individual members simply because he's entered my pookie roster very recently
warnings: slightly suggestive/suicidal/autistic jokes if you squint hard enough (I promise I have the trauma to make said jokes), swearing, me writing jongho as a silly little guy because he is
seonghwa | hongjoong | yunho | yeosang | san | mingi | wooyoung
ateez bf! yunho x fem! reader
angst angst angst angst (pre-breakup)
wc: 1.5k
warnings: desperation idk, mentions of cheating, a whole lot of cursing, mention of k-word and d-word for the sake of the argument
a/n: you voted for him YOU GOT IT ! this has two POVs, the other one (the actual arranged marriage) is still in the works ! i think this hurts more idk !!! don't ask me ,, i alternately use jeong and yunho in the dialogues bc "jeong!!" feels a little bit more powerful and "yunho" seemed soft so don't bash my head for that !!
"...Can we talk?" Yunho calls over the phone a few minutes of silence after the line got connected. He sounded awfully serious, yet so soft-spoken.
"Of course, Love. What time do you get home?" You coo, staying calm amidst the anxiety building up. "I've also got groceries I just picked up to cook so if you want to eat something, tell me,"
"No, y/n. I meant now. Can we talk now?" You hear him sigh, and you could make out in your head that he was slightly shaking his head and massaging his forehead.
"Okay, since you seem so head-straight about it. What is it?" You surrender, putting your groceries down and sitting on the couch. "Are you okay?"
"Yes. We just need to talk," Yunho quickly shuts you down, as if he was in a rush to let everything out. "I... I'm not going home."
"..Okay? We'll see each other tomorrow night though, right?"
"No, I meant I'm not going home. Anymore." And silence. It wasn't even supported with any explanation. Any kind, any type. As if you were just to accept what he's saying.
"What do you mean, Yunho?"
"I'm not going to go home anymore, y/n. Not anymore." It was that simple. It was just like that. Told like news, and he wasn't even fazed while you were nearly on your knees to understand.
"Love, I don't understand. What do you mean you're not coming home? Hmm?" Your voice wavered as you begged for him to say something.
"I'm not going home anymore, y/n. What's so hard to understand?" He exasperatingly replies, making you furrow your brows.
"I asked what you fucking meant! Make me understand, Yunho! You can't just drop a bomb like this and act like I'm the dumb one here!" You exclaim through the phone, jumping on your feet and then going back and forth the living room and the front door. "I know we're not getting along the past few weeks but god, Yunho. Let's at least work it out,"
"I'm getting engaged, y/n." You wait. You wait, and wait, and wait. For further excuses. Further explanations. Anything. If you thought that the words 'I'm not going home anymore,' was a bomb, this was self-destruction. You shouldn't have asked, huh?
But when it was followed with nothing but silence and his sighs, you scoff in disbelief.
"...That's it?" You just... held on. He was being ridiculously funny that an insignificant, lifeless laugh comes out of you.
"Dad set us up."
"So, that's it?" You reply quickly when all he does was take his time sculpting an acceptable answer, but he was greatly failing at it. So when you replied that quickly, he doesn't try anymore. "Come home, Yunho."
"No, y/n."
"Come home and fucking explain looking at me in the eyes, Yunho. I'm not going to make any engagement happen if you're not going to come home, Jeong. So come home if you really want that and, end us. I'll even pack your things with my own two fucking hands," And you were stern. Yet you mean the other way around.
Just to prove something, you don't want him to come home. So that no engagement was going to happen in your territory. As you end the call in a hurry, you fall down to your knees as you sob, it was better to sob all by yourself than have Yunho standing in front of you in minutes, hours...
To which he is.
As you were hugging your knees, unable to move from your place on the floor leaning on the couch, you hear your front door opening to your horror.
Yunho, standing tall and mighty before you, as if he even dropped everything just to come home. To come home and end everything; to come home and ruin you.
He stared right at you, love long left his eyes. It was clear through your teary eyes, and it wasn't as hard for him to let go as it was with you.
"You want to leave so bad you really came home, huh?" A chuckle of some sort leaves your lips, wiping your tears.
"Are we going to make things hard for the both of us, y/n?" He starts, and he doesn't break eye contact as he slowly steps closer to you. Close enough to hear him better, far enough not to reach him to hold him back.
"It's not hard for me though, Yunho." You say out, coming as a whisper that shakes. "It's not hard for me holding on to you, Yunho. I've loved you all these years and we've had rough patches too, but it was never hard for me to always, always choose you."
You've come to think Yunho's silence was a tinge of hesitation, or so you hope. Because Yunho doesn't respond.
"You don't look like you're having a hard time too, only that we meant totally different things." You chuckle lifelessly, sniffing. "You don't look like you're having a hard time letting go of the woman you dated for five years."
"Y/n. Stop it. It wasn't an easy decision,"
"Wasn't an easy decision, for whom, Jeong?!" You've risen up to your feet to step closer to him and have him a good look of your disheveled appearance. "You're twenty-five for fuck's sake! Would your dad kill you if you went against him for once?!"
Your pushes were harsh and so you wanted it to be painful as well. But god you wished these number of pushes that hurt him amounted to the pain you were also carrying.
"Would you die if you fought for us once, Jeong?!" Yunho tries grabbing your arms but you only broke away. "You gave them the right of the decision, but how about me, Jeong?! How about me?! Am I invisible or something?! Because for all I know, I'm still fucking here!" Falling to your demise as your knees hit the floor once again.
And Yunho just watches.
"...I'm still here, Yunho..." Your hands grab his index finger ever so desperately to hold on to him. It was like hanging to your life. Because everyone knows he was your life. He was someone you'd choose a hundred times over, return to earth for, and die a million times for.
Yet he can't do anything for you. He can't fight for you, he can't stay for you, he can't.
"I wish you'd fight for us like how I do, Yunho..." You sob helplessly, leaning your forehead into his hand that you held.
Yunho watches. Just watches. You had no idea how he felt, or what he was thinking. You don't even get to think about that. You were overwhelmed with your own, so how could you even think of him now?
"We were meant to end this way or that way, y/n," Yunho mumbles, head turning to his side to avoid looking at you.
"...So you took the way you'd ruin me best," You nod unknowingly, hands slowly slipping away from his finger. "Okay."
Yunho looks at you, and how your hands slowly dropped.
"Leave." It barely leaves your lips. You don't want him to, of course, but you were done.
You were done fighting for someone who can't do the same for you. You were done holding on to something you're only slipping away on.
With courage, you meet his eyes once again as you stretch your neck up in dejection. And for the first time when Yunho step inside your shared apartment, you saw emotion in his eyes.
That is, of empathy.
He looked at you as if you were such a pitiful thing, in denial of what he made you.
In ruins. Who was taking each of her broken parts and hugging it all in desperation to keep it and everything together.
He made you like that. And now was he thinking that this is the reason why he took the easy way out.
Because if you took much longer to stay, to find more reasons to love each other, and someday just find you or Yunho in this position of yours, in despair, in shambles, and probably much even worse, he'll take the easy way out. He always will.
And you didn't deserve that now, nor will you ever.
"Leave," So you glue all your broken parts and glare at the man you loved, you once ever so loved, stern in tone and harsh in glare. "And like I said, I'll even pack all of your things for you. So leave, Jeong."
You may or may not have, still, prayed for him to stay. For the last one.
But when he doesn't, and your met with his back scrambling to the front door and closing it, you can't help another surge of tears flow as your broken parts get much more broken than it was before.
So much for gluing it back together for a mere thirty seconds.
"Leave," So you glue all your broken parts and glare at the man you loved, you once ever so loved, stern in tone and harsh in glare. "And like I said, I'll even pack all of your things for you. So leave, Jeong."
You may or may not have, still, prayed for him to stay. For the last one.
High key that hurt. Like actually physically hurt.
âź florist!Seonghwa Ă fem!Reader
wc: 22.1k (sorry lmao)
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. Iâm probably going to stick to posting longer oneshots because I enjoy world building. Thank you so much @cheolism for beta-reading this for me ê°ïœĄâąâĄâąïœĄê± thank you to everyone who reads this and if you reblog it, just know Iâm tucking you into bed and kissing ur forehead đ 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 thatâs 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.Â
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 parentsâ 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 didnât die down. Heâd built up a steady clientele, from other businesses to wedding planners.Â
Heâd been able to turn it into his livelihood and couldnât 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 â 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.Â
âY/N, could you wipe down the tables and counter for me?â you heard from behind you and turned to find your manager, Addie, already starting to mop.Â
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 wasnât very big, and the tables werenât exceptionally dirty, so it didnât 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 hadnât 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.Â
Wednesdays werenât 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.
âGood evening,â you said as he started forward again, closing the distance between you.Â
âEvening, baeknari,â he said, a smile on his face as he reached you, matching your pace as you started to walk alongside him.
âThat nickname again,â you thought to yourself, a smile threatening to spread across your lips.
You remembered when youâd asked him what it meant and he told you that in Korean it meant white lily. For some reason, him calling you âwhite lilyâ made you giddy.
âBusy today?â you asked, keeping your hands tucked in your pockets.
âNot terribly,â he replied, his own hands tucked in his coat pockets. âMainly just people coming to buy flowers for their partners. Got a couple events booked next week,â he added.Â
âDo you book a lot of events?â you asked as the two of you walked towards the main street.Â
âA fair few.Mostly birthdays and the odd anniversary,â he explained. âThe floral arrangements for those are always easy.â
You smiled as you glanced up at him.
Ever since youâd 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.
âWhat are the hardest events?â 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.
âWeddings,â he said honestly. âI love booking weddings because I can make a lot of money doing floral arrangements for an entire venue but thereâs theâŠâ 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 â
âGet it together, Y/N. Youâre in public!â
âThe what?â you asked softly. Seonghwa chuckled lightly before answering.
âThe brides,â he replied. Your brows knitted together, confusion taking over your features.Â
âThe brides?â you asked. âWhatâs wrong with the brides?âÂ
Seonghwa shook his head. âNothing, inherently. Itâs just some of them.â
You nodded, understanding instantly.
âAh,â you replied, fighting the urge to smirk. âBridezillas.â
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.
âDistracted much?â
You turned back to Seonghwa. âYeah,â he finally said. âThe bridezillas.â
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. âHold that thought,â 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. âIâm so sorry,â he said softly, looking up at you. âI have to take this and if I know this person, theyâre going to talk and talk and talk. Iâll see you tomorrow, yeah?â
You nodded as he started to back away, his phone still ringing. âHave a good night!â you called as he answered the phone.Â
âYou, too!â he said before turning away and starting to walk in the direction of his home, leaving you to turn and walk the opposite direction.
âThis had better be good, Joong,â Seonghwa snapped. âI was in the middle of a conversation with ââ
âWith Cafe Girl?â
Seonghwa sighed, coming to a halt and pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers.
âYes. And for the last time, her name is Y/N.â
Hongjoong chuckled on the other end. âYeah, her. Have you asked her out yet?â
Seonghwa continued walking, switching his phone to the other side. âNo,â he answered. âNot yet.â
Hongjoong booed him and Seonghwa clenched his jaw as he walked through the few pedestrians on the sidewalk, making his way to his apartment. âYouâre never gonna get in her bed if you donât ask her out.âÂ
Seonghwa could have strangled his friend.
âIs there a point to your call?â Seonghwa asked as he approached the door to his building.
âOh, right! I have this thing,â Hongjoong started. âAn event.âÂ
Seonghwa snorted as he typed the code in to get into his building. âYou have an event?â 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.
âYes,â Hongjoong said, sounding indignant. âI have an event and I was wonderââ
âLet me guess,â Seonghwa said as he pressed the button for the elevator. âYou want me to do floral arrangements?âÂ
He heard Hongjoong scoff over the phone. âNo, I was gonna ask you to attend, smartass.âÂ
Seonghwa got off at his floor and made his way to his door, bowing politely to his neighbor as he passed.
âWhen is it?â 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.
âNext month, the 30th.âÂ
Seonghwa told him to hold, pulling his phone away from his ear to check his calendar.
âI should be free,â he said. âSend me the details,â he added as he started to go through his mail.
âAwesome. And actually, on second thought, could you perhaps make me something pretty to display?â
Seonghwa chuckled, shaking his head. âGoodbye Joong,â he said, hanging up before his best friend could say anything else.
âThe nerve of that guy,â he whispered as he set his phone down. âTo expect me to make him shit for free.â
Of course, Seonghwa would make something nice for Hongjoong and he would definitely be doing it for free.
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 everyoneâs orders came out in a timely manner.Â
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 couldnât 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 wasnât 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 hadnât heard every pick up line in the book, you never once turned him down.Â
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 wasnât 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.Â
Seonghwa remembered the first day you started working here, having been a regular customer for several years. Heâd 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.Â
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, heâs 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.
âIâm so sorry,â you started softly. Seonghwaâs stomach sank and he wondered what you could possibly need to apologize to him for. âWe ran out of your usual muffin,â you explained and Seonghwa smiled, his stomach settling back where it was supposed to be. No banana nut muffins? No problem.
âOh thatâs alright,â he said, glancing at the menu quickly. âJust the usual coffee and Iâll try a lemon poppyseed muffin instead,â he ordered, pulling his wallet out as you punched his order in and pressing the card reader option on the terminal.
âSorry itâs so busy,â 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.Â
âAnd take your time,â he added. âIâm not in any rush.â You smiled and mouthed âthank youâ before turning to start making his coffee.
It wasnât like anyone else couldnât 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 â which he totally didnât 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 youâd 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 hadnât he thought of that before?
Seonghwa approached the counter to speak to your co-worker. âHi,â he said softly. âDo you have a post-it note and a pen I could borrow?â 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. âOne caramel macchiato with white chocolate sauce and a lemon poppyseed muffin,â 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 didnât 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. âThat was fast,â 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 â Rosso Dolce.
Joongie: ur a life saver! (: thank u!
Seonghwa: is this to impress a girl?
Joongie: Iâll 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 wasnât 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. âShe must have done this when I wasnât looking,â 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. itâs Y/N (: Iâd 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.Â
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.
âCould you take these back to the kitchen to be washed,â 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.Â
âNeed any help back here?â you asked, hopefully but they shook their head.Â
âNah,â Lin answered. âI got it. But thank you,â 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?
âOkay, Y/N, stop being dramatic.â
âAddie,â you murmured, chin resting in your hand as you looked around at the mostly empty cafe. âIâm dying of boredom here,â you announced before turning to face her. âPlease tell me you have something for me to do,â you said, almost pleadingly. Addie chuckled and nodded towards the dining area.Â
âIf youâre desperate for something to do, you can wipe down the empty tables,â 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 didnât 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.Â
You pulled your phone out and snuck a glance at the screen but there were no notifications beyond your discord group chats with friends. âHe must be really busy,â 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 âclosed,â you were beyond excited to get out of the cafe and go home.Â
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.
âWeâre finished, Addie,â Lin said as you both peered into the office.Â
âAll right,â she replied. âIâll see you two tomorrow?âÂ
You nodded, waving and then made your way to the front door, Lin not far behind.
âDo you want to grab an early dinner?â Lin asked as they pulled their beanie on, the ends of their hair multicolored flipping up. You smiled and shook your head.Â
âNo, but thank you,â you replied. âIâll see you tomorrow!â 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 hadnât 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 hadnât 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 youâd have to just trust he would get your texts. You didnât want to come off as desperate but something inside you told you Seonghwa wouldnât 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. Heâd just wait until he got home to check his messages.Â
He hadnât 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 couldnât 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.
âNo. Stop it.â
He shook his head and tried to go back to the task at hand but it wasnât long until his mind wandered, imagining how youâd 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 couldnât 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 â
âStop it!â 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 wasnât 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. Heâd 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 couldnât sleep if any lights were on, even if they came from outside. The den had no window, and so he didnât 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 wasnât 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.Â
xxx-xxxx-xxxx: hey. itâs Y/N (: Iâd 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 wonât be able to check my phoneÂ
xxx-xxxx-xxxx: just let me know!
xxx-xxxx-xxxx: hey i just got off and iâm heading home.Â
xxx-xxxx-xxxx: iâm 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 didnât get back to you sooner. I just sat down to eat dinner. It was a busy day at the shop
Seonghwa: if youâre still interested, iâd 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. âShe responded so fast?â he thought. âIs she eager?â 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. âItâs not that serious,â he told himself. âDown boy.â
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 Iâll 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 hadnât 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 wasnât 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.Â
Slowly Seonghwaâs 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.
âFuck,â 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.Â
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 didnât want to scare you.
âBaby steps.â
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. âDamn it,â 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 canât 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 Seonghwaâs 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 heâd seen before. âGood morning,â 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 heâd never seen before. Almost a yearning, like you were excited to see him. âCute,â he told himself as he glanced up at the menu. As if he even needed to.Â
âThe usual?â 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. âDonât do this. Not right now,â he told himself. He swallowed thickly and nodded. âYes please,â 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 didnât look away. Instead he allowed his eyes to wander, taking in your backside. He was eternally grateful the cafe didnât force you to wear some ugly uniform.Â
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 didnât 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.Â
âOne caramel macchiato with white chocolate sauce,â you said softly, almost shyly as he stepped forward to take it.Â
âThank you,â he said softly and smiled as you adjusted the ties of your apron that most certainly didnât need adjusting. âSee you later,â 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. âWhat are you looking at?â Lin asked in your ear and you flinched, turning your gaze away from the windows, grabbing a towel and starting to wipe the counters.
âN-nothing,â you stammered but Lin already saw everything.Â
âIsnât that the florist?â they asked. You shrugged, falling silent as you scrubbed at a stubborn spot on the counter.Â
âHeâs pretty handsome,â Lin added as you pretended to be busy.
âWhoâs pretty handsome?â a voice asked and you both turned to see Addie standing by the espresso machine, arms crossed as she leaned against the counter. âThe florist,â 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.
âWhat about him?â
âY/N was sighing and watching him walk away,â Lin said, smirking at you as your cheeks burned and you looked away.Â
âSighing?â Addie asked, glancing at you. âOh no, is Y/N in love?â she asked, a slight teasing tone in her voice.Â
You rolled your eyes, setting the rag under the counter and started to walk away.
âI hate you guys,â 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.
For Seonghwa, Saturday came much too fast and he wasnât 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.Â
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 wasnât a long one and he hoped it wasnât too far for you either. He didnât 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.
âHi, just one?â she asked, grabbing a menu.Â
âUh, two actually. I have a reservation,â Seonghwa answered.Â
She smiled, setting the menu down and opening the book. âName?â she asked, picking up a black pen and scanning the sheet.
âPark,â he answered, waiting for her to find his name.Â
âYouâre a little early,â she noted, checking the time. âI can mark you down and when your table opens up, I can send you a text,â she offered, looking up.Â
âI think Iâll just sit at the bar,â he said, watching as he scribbled something down on the page.Â
âAlright,â she said, smiling as she clicked the pen. âIâll let you know when a table opens up.â
Seonghwa thanked her and made his way over to the bar, catching the bartenderâs attention as he took a seat. The bartender, a man who seemed to be around his age, set a napkin in front of him. âWhat can I get you?â he asked. Seonghwa glanced at the glass bottles that lined a shelf behind him.
âCould I get a whiskey, neat?â 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. âFirst oneâs on the house,â 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.
Youâd 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 youâd 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 didnât often take the bus but when you did, you always felt like a million eyes were on you. Of course this wasnât 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 wasnât 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.
âThis isnât wattpad, Y/N,â you told yourself. âNo one is even looking at you. Wait, no, thatâs not true. That guy just looked.â
You offered a polite smile at the man you passed as he looked you up and down and you instantly regretted everything youâd ever done in your life. âGreat, he probably thinks youâre some kind of streetwalker. Not that thereâs anything wrong with prostitutionââ
âOh shut up,â 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.
âCan I help you?â the hostess asked, drawing your attention away from your screen that had no missed notifications.Â
âIâm supposed to be meeting someone,â you explained as you moved closer to the host stand to allow people to pass you.
âDid you have a reservation?â the hostess asked. You noticed a black rectangular name tag with gold lettering that read her name was Jess.Â
âUh, Iâm not sure, actually,â you said. âI have a date and he didnât tell me if he made a reservation. Could I look around and see if heâs here already?âÂ
Jess smiled and nodded, returning her attention to the guest book in front of her as your eyes swept the room. It wasnât 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.
âHeâs here. Heâs actually here.â
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. âI found him,â you announced softly. âHeâs at the bar.â
Jess looked up and followed your line of sight before smiling. âAhh, him,â she said, glancing at the guest book. âYour table should be ready in a few minutes,â she added, looking back up at you.Â
âThank you,â 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 didnât 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. âYou made it,â he said as you set your bag on the bar and climbed up into the stool next to him. âWhatâre you drinking?â he asked. You glanced at the bar and took notice of all the alcohol bottles.Â
âOh itâs fine,â you finally said. âI donât really drink,â you added.
Seonghwa smiled and nodded. âWell, if youâd like a non-alcoholic cocktail, order whatever youâd like,â 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 wouldnât be so bad.Â
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 youâd ever laid your eyes on. For some reason, heâd asked you out.Â
âActually,â you started as the bartender set a new drink in front of your date. Seonghwa looked up to meet your gaze.
âMaybe a glass of wine,â you suggested. Seonghwa looked up at the bartender.Â
âWhat options do you have?â he asked.Â
âSomething red and semi-sweet,â you added. The bartender nodded and moved to get your glass.Â
âYou like semi-sweet reds?â Seonghwa asked, his lips pulled into an uneven smirk.
You nodded. âYeah, I like a lot of dolce wines,â you admitted. âI donât drink often, but when I do, itâs usually something like Roscato â rosso dolce,â 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.
âDid I say something funny?â you asked, pulling the glass of wine closer. Seonghwa shook his head.
âNo, not funny,â he explained. âItâs 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,â he continued, looking up to meet your gaze. âRosso dolce,â he added.
Your lips parted and you let out a short, soft laugh. âOh,â you replied as you raised your glass.
âThat is a coincidence.â
An hour later, you were sitting at a small table in the corner by the last window, having shared some appetizer whose name you couldnât pronounce and an empty bowl of spaghetti aglio e olio sitting before you as Seonghwa looked at the dessert menu. âDo you want to try the tiramisu?â Seonghwa asked as you took a sip of your third glass of wine.
âDo you want to share it?â you offered.Â
Seonghwa glanced up at you, an amused look in his eye, like some unspoken joke that only he seemed to be privy to. âSure,â 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.
âWould you like more wine, miss?â the server asked and you contemplated for a moment and then nodded.Â
Before the server could walk away, Seonghwa stopped him. âCould you bring another glass and the rest of the bottle, please?â 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. âThe whole bottle?â you asked, biting back the urge to laugh.Â
Seonghwa shrugged. âIâm sure thereâs only a couple more glasses left in that bottle anyway,â he said, the tone of his voice teasing.
âSo,â you started, catching Seonghwaâs attention. âFlowers?â you asked.
He smiled, chuckling light as he shook his head.
âDonât tell me you think itâs weird,â he said softly and your smile faded.
âWhat?â you asked softly. âNo. I think itâs great actually.â
Seonghwa looked up to meet your gaze. âItâs refreshing to meet a guy whoâs into flowers. Not a lot of guys know the difference between the meaning of a red rose and a yellow one,â you added, smiling when Seonghwa stifled a laugh.
âHave you had a guy buy you yellow roses?â he asked incredulously. You nodded and he went into another fit of giggles. âYellow roses⊠my god.â
When his laughter had subsided, he cleared his throat. âIâve always loved flowers,â he explained.
âMy parents loved gardening,â he continued. âIt was a normal part of my childhood. I learned about caring for and growing flowers and the language of flowers at a young age. Iâve always been surrounded by gardening.â
You leaned forward, resting your chin in your palm as he spoke, a smile on your lips.
âWhen I was a teenager, I actually wanted to be an athlete,â he added, absentmindedly playing with the rim of his empty whiskey glass. âI fell in love with volleyball and wanted to pursue it in college. I actually even started pursuing volleyball at the collegiate level,â he continued.
A smile crossed his face as he reminisced. âI met some of my best friends playing volleyball,â he added.
His smile fell slightly, no doubt a painful memory coming to the forefront of his mind.
âAnd then my grandmother died.â
Your smile fell and you felt your heart tug. You reached across the table with your free hand, placing it over his. âIâm sorry,â you said softly. Seonghwa smiled, moving his hand under yours to take your hand in his.Â
âItâs been a long time,â he started. âBut thank you.â
He held your hand as he continued his story.
âHer death made me rediscover a passion and appreciation for flowers,â he continued. âWe had the most beautiful arrangements at her funeral. It made me think âI could do that. I could make floral arrangements.â So, I did.â
âI 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 parentsâ house until I had saved enough to purchase a store front.â
You watched him speak, a certain fondness in your heart as he talked so earnestly. âI 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 arenât as many people here,â he added.
âIâve been here and had my shop for four years now and I wouldnât change a single thing about my life,â he finished, looking up at you with a smile on his face.Â
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. âAnything else I can get you?â he asked, looking between the two of you as Seonghwa lifted the bottle.Â
âNo, thank you,â 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. âHave you ever had tiramisu?â Seonghwa asked as he picked up his fork. You shook your head.
âWell, Iâve had those store made ones, nothing like this though,â you replied, picking up your own dessert fork.Â
âLadies first,â Seonghwa said, gesturing to the cake.Â
You glanced at it and back to him. âNo, itâs okay, you can have the first bite,â 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. âI insist,â he said softly. Your cheeks grew warm at the show of affection. Youâd 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. Youâd had tiramisu before but this was unlike anything youâd had. It tasted like heaven. You swallowed, acutely aware of Seonghwaâs gaze on your face.
âItâs good,â you said softly.Â
Seonghwaâs eyes darted down to your lips before he reached up with his free hand, thumb brushing over your bottom lip. âYou had some cream,â 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.
âWhoa,â you thought to yourself as you took another bite of cake with your own fork. âWhere did that come from?âÂ
âCan I ask you something?â you said suddenly, looking up to meet Seonghwaâs curious gaze.
âOf course,â he said, licking his lips and taking a sip of his wine.
âDo you have a favorite flower?â you asked.
Seonghwa hesitated as he contemplated his answer before smiling, a soft chuckle escaping him.
âWhite lilies,â he answered. You felt your lips pull into a smile.
âWhite lilies?â you asked as you took another bite of the tiramisu. Seonghwa nodded, watching as you licked your lips. âWhy?â
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.
âI 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 thereâs just something about the white ones,â he explained.
You took another bite. âWhat do white lilies mean,â you asked suddenly, looking up at him, âin the language of flowers?âÂ
Seonghwa fixed you with a peculiar look. His expression hardened slightly and you feared for a moment that youâd upset him but as quickly as his expression changed, it shifted again.
âPurity and chastity,â 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.
âPurity and chastity, huh?â
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.
âSo,â 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. âWait,â you said, checking the time. âOh. Oh no.â
âShit,â you hissed, feeling your heart sink.Â
âWhat?â Seonghwa asked.Â
âI missed the last bus,â you said, mentally facepalming yourself for being so absentminded.Â
âI could walk you,â Seonghwa offered.Â
You smiled up at him. âItâs not that,â you explained, glancing down at your feet.
Seonghwa followed your line of sight and noticed the shoes. âOh,â he said softly before looking around.
âWell, we could walk,â he suggested as he slipped his hands into his coat pocket. âAnd if your feet start to hurt, I could always carry you,â he added with a smile. You let out a laugh and looked down the street towards your place.
âOkay,â 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.
âI didnât say it sooner,â he started as you walked, the sounds behind you starting to die down as you walked away from the line of shops. âBut you look gorgeous.âÂ
Your cheeks started to heat up at his compliment and you nibbled on your bottom lip. âThank you,â 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 Seonghwaâs voice.
âHowâre your feet doing?â he asked, his tone light.
You smiled, glancing up at him. âTheyâre okay,â you replied.Â
âAre you sure?â he asked, slowing to a stop.
âI could still carry you.â
You laughed softly, lightly hitting his arm and continued walking. âActually,â you said, stopping and letting go of his arm to lean down and carefully remove your shoes. âIâll just go barefoot.â
Seonghwa chuckled as you collected your shoes and stood upright. Seonghwa held out his hand and your heart skipped a beat. âLet me carry them for you,â 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. âBetter?â 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.Â
âMuch,â you replied.
The walk didnât take too long and soon, you were climbing the steps to your apartment building.
You turned to Seonghwa and smiled, taking back your shoes. âThank you,â 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.
âDo you want to come up?â
âI should probably get going.â
You felt your heart sink slightly. âOh.â
âIâd love to,â Seonghwa started. âBut I have a lot of stuff to get done tomorrow.â
You nodded, watching as his eyes dipped to look at your lips and back up. âYes. Please just kiss me.â
You started to lean in only for Seonghwa to clear his throat. âIâll wait for you to go in.â
â...what?â
âO-okay,â you said softly, turning to put the code to your building in. Once the door was opened, you turned to Seonghwa. âAre you sure you donât want to come up?â you asked softly.Â
Seonghwa smiled. âAnother time,â he said, and it sounded like a promise.
That seemed to calm your nerves, but you were still put off that he didnât even want to kiss you goodnight. This was the first time a man hadnât tried to get himself invited to your apartment.
âWell,â you hesitated. âGoodnight?â
Seonghwa nodded, a smile still on his lips. âGoodnight, Y/N.â
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.
âWhat the fuck?â
Seonghwa arrived home and immediately hopped into the shower to relieve the erection heâd 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. âFuck,â 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 couldnât 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 didnât 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 wouldnât give that easily into his primal desires. No, he had to do this the right way.
Work for Seonghwa had gotten hectic over the next few days, booking events and preparing for a large wedding heâd booked a few months prior. Heâd 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 hadnât been in the cafe as often as before and he felt bad about that, hoping you werenât taking it as a sign he wasnât interested. He always made sure to let you know his interest was still there when he did visit and he couldnât 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 werenât some art medium to bend and shape. You were a person with your own feelings and interests. He knew that and thatâs why he had to be good.
He had to behave.Â
For the fifth time that morning since visiting the cafe, he shoved thoughts of you aside as he worked, pruning and clipping. He couldnât afford to be distracted with thoughts of you right now. He needed to fucking focus and he couldnât do that when all he could think about was you on your back â
âEnough already!â 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 heâd 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.
Heâd taken you on a date and hated it.
You kept replaying the date in your mind and couldnât 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 wouldnât have fed you like that if he wasnât into you, right? Like, not everyone did shit like that.Â
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 wouldnât have done that if he didnât 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.
âIt just doesnât make any sense!â 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. âFuck this,â you grumbled as you turned off the desk light and made your way to your bedroom.
You had work in the morning and you couldnât 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 wasnât 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 couldnât leave the shop. Not to mention it was busier than one person could handle so you really couldnât leave, even for a short break to check the shop and see how Seonghwa was doing.
âY/N?â a voice pulled you out of your thoughts.Â
You turned to your co-worker, an apologetic smile on your face. âSorry, Addie, Iâm really out of it today.â Addie gave you a small smile, knowing you werenât normally like this and for you to be distracted, something really had to be wrong.
âYou know,â she said softly, approaching you as she stopped sweeping. âIf something is bothering you, you know you can talk to me.âÂ
You offered as sincere a smile as you could muster. âThanks, Addie,â you replied. âIâm okay though. Just lost in thought is all.â
Youâd 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 youâd 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 couldnât 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 didnât 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, heâd 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, heâd 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 didnât want to scare you away. He wanted â no â he needed you in the worst ways possible but he couldnât 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, heâs 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 youâd never want to be with another person but him.
It invaded his every waking moment and sometimes even work couldnât stop the fantasies.
He was a man obsessed and his obsession could scare you away and he didnât want that. You deserved more. You deserved to be courted, properly, but goddamnit all if he didnât want to say fuck the rules, and just do what he wanted but you were far too precious. Too pure. His white lily.
He couldnât do that. He wouldnât 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 couldnât he just use clips instead of fucking straight pins? âOutrageous.âÂ
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 heâd 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.
âSo he is in there,â 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 heâd seen them or at least you hoped he had. His read receipts were off so you couldnât be exactly sure if he had seen them.
The walk home took longer than usual due to your preoccupied state. Youâd 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 youâd 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 didnât want to scare you off, whatever that meant.Â
It made you wonder just what he could possibly mean.Â
âI can be kind of intense at times.â Intense how?
You carefully folded up the letter and placed the pages back into the envelope and set it down on the counter. âSaturday,â 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: Iâll 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 đź
When Seonghwa had dropped the unmarked letter through your mail slot the other morning, he never expected you to text him though he wasnât complaining. At least he knew he hadnât scared you off with the letter or with his words. He now only had to face you. Heâd 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.Â
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 motherâs 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.
âCan I help you?â she asked, polite but clearly in a hurry.Â
âIâm the florist,â Seonghwa announced. âI have the arrangements and just need to know where to go.Â
The look on her face shifted from annoyed to beaming in a split second and it took all of Seonghwaâs willpower not to burst into laughter.
âOh perfect, youâre right on time!â she exclaimed. âWeâre setting the ceremony up in the house.â
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.Â
âAnd then we have a fridge to keep the pieces for the reception fresh,â she added pointing to the kitchen area. âDo you need assistance?â she asked, turning to look up at him.Â
Seonghwa nodded. âItâs just me, so any help would be greatly appreciated.â The woman, who Seonghwa assumed to be the planner, called over to two people, beckoning them over.Â
âWould you please help this young man with the flowers,â she asked. The two nodded and followed Seonghwa out to the van.Â
âI have everything labeled,â Seonghwa explained as he fished his keys out. âCenterpieces, boutonnieres, corsages, bouquets, and the large pieces are for the planters inside,â he continued as they reached the back of the van and he unlocked the doors.
Unloading the flowers wasnât 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. âHere is the brideâs bouquet,â he said, unwrapping the plastic from the stems and turning to the planner.Â
âI have twelve more,â he added, nodding towards the counter where twelve smaller bouquets lay alongside the corsages.Â
âAnd the boutonnieres?â the planner asked as she scribbled on her clipboard.Â
âAll here,â Seonghwa said, gesturing to the counter. âTwelve boutonnieres with pins. Stabbed myself a fair bit making those,â he added with a chuckle. The woman did not laugh.
âTough crowd.â
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. Heâd 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. âAll flowers accounted for and delivered,â he said softly. The wedding planner stared at him blankly before he sighed.
âThe final payment?â he said in a hushed voice. The plannerâs eyes widened before she nodded.Â
âRight,â she said quietly. âOf course.âÂ
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.Â
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 werenât going to just turn around and go home. Youâd 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 heâd called and you maybe missed it but there was nothing. No calls, no texts except the one from the other day. The day youâd gotten the letter.
Seonghwa: Saturday then đź
You sighed as a breeze blew through the square, pulling your coat tighter around your body. âCome on, Seonghwa,â 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 hadnât even sprouted due to the cooler temperatures and rainy weather. Spring was always among your favorite times of the year but sometimes, it just didnât 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.Â
âSorry,â he said immediately as you stood up, smoothing down your skirt. âGot held up by a sheep jam of all things,â he added with a smirk before noticing your cold-tinged face, his smile immediately falling. âOh, have you been waiting long?âÂ
You shook your head. âNo,â you said breathlessly.Â
âLiar. Itâs been almost 30 minutes.âÂ
Seonghwa checked his watch and then looked up and smiled at you.Â
âHere,â 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. âSo you, uh, got my letter?â he asked as he led the way through the shop.Â
âYeah,â you murmured, following him into the backroom of the shop. Youâd 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.
âI had some last minute adjustments to make before I delivered the order for the wedding,â he explained as he used a small hand brush to sweep any dirt, petals, and other debris off the table and onto the floor.Â
âI didnât have a chance to clean up before I left, so I just want to get this swept up and then we can talk, if thatâs okay?â 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.
âI donât mind,â you said as you grabbed a broom and walked over. âAs long as you let me help you.â
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. âDo you need to mop as well?â Seonghwa looked up at you and shook his head.
âNo,â he answered. âI do all my deep cleaning on Mondays,â he explained as he carried the rag over to a small hamper and dropped it in.Â
âSo,â he said, turning to you. âI guess we should talk.âÂ
You nodded, watching as he washed his hands at the small sink next to the built-in work table.
âYou said in your letter,â you started, reaching into your bag and pulling out the envelope, not noticing the look of surprise on Seonghwaâs face.Â
âYou brought it with you?â he asked and you looked up as you pulled the pages out.Â
âI wanted to reference it directly instead of relying on my memory,â you answered as you opened the letter and cleared your throat.
âThat you wanted to clear up your emotions,â 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. âYet, it doesnât really feel like itâs cleared up at all,â you said, looking back down.
âIsnât it?â Seonghwa asked, drawing your attention back to him. âI think I made them perfectly clear, baeknari,â he said softly, using the nickname heâd taken to calling you. Glancing down quickly, you re-read through part of the first page.
âI said that I had a great time with you,â Seonghwa started when you didnât speak again. âI also recall stating that I like you far more than you seem to think,â he added with a smirk. You swallowed thickly. âAnd Iâm pretty sure I also said that I think you underestimate my attraction to you,â he continued.
You glanced up at him. âWhat do you mean by that?â you asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper. Seonghwa merely smiled.Â
âJust that. Itâs more than a simple attraction, my dear,â he answered. âIâm not just attracted to you.â Your heart skipped a beat in your chest. âMore than attraction?â
âYou also said you think about me more than any man would normally admit,â 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.
âI do,â Seonghwa admitted. You glanced up at him.Â
âHow so?â you asked, your curiosity piqued.Â
Seonghwa let out a chuckle, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. âI think about you almost all the time,â he admitted, shocking you. âI 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,â he continued.
âI think about you when I go home. I think about you when I go to bed. You occupy every thought.â
Your heart had started to race, beating erratically in your chest as he spoke.
âI think about you when I eat breakfast. And lunch. And dinner,â 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.
âI think about you when Iâm driving; when Iâm workingâŠâ he trailed off, keeping your gaze locked in his.
âWhen I shower.â
That seemed to do it, a fresh wave of heat coursing through your veins, arousal pooling in your panties.
âWh-when you shower?â you asked, voice cracking slightly. Seonghwa nodded wordlessly.
âI told you,â he started. âI think about you all the time. More than could be considered normal. You shouldnât occupy my every waking thought and yet you do. Maybe Iâm obsessed, but itâs not normal to think about someone as much as I think about you.â
âObsessed?â you whispered, drawing his attention.Â
âDonât worry,â he said, shifting his weight again, moving his hands to rest against the edge of the counter. âI know whatâs acceptable and whatâs not. And I would never do anything to purposely make you feel uncomfortable or unsafe.â
You glanced down at the letter in your hand, scanning the words on the sheet before looking back up.Â
âYou said you canât write about the things you think about,â you started. Seonghwa clicked his tongue, standing up and walking over to take the sheet.Â
âNo,â he said softly. âI corrected myself and said I shouldnât write them,â he explained.Â
âI can definitely write them down,â he continued, handing the sheet back to you. He moved back over to the work table, putting space between the two of you.
âBut youâd prefer to say them in person?â you added, looking back up at him. Seonghwa nodded.
âI do want to say them. I want to tell you everything I think of and everything I want to do to you.â
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. âYou said you didnât kiss me because if you had, then you âwouldnât have been able to stopâ,â you read.Â
âWouldnât have been able to stop what?â
Seonghwa tilted his head, fixing you with a peculiar look. âMyself, angel. I wouldnât have been able to stop myself,â he answered.Â
âFrom what?â you whispered, feeling heat rising to your cheeks. You werenât dumb. You had an idea of what Seonghwa meant but you wanted to hear him say it.
âFrom following you into your house and doing everything Iâve imagined doing,â he replied, that dark look in his eyes back as he spoke.Â
âAnd what do you imagine doing to me?â you asked softly. Seonghwaâs lips twitched, fighting a smirk before he cleared his throat.
âWould you like me to tell you,â he asked, looking down at the table and back. âOr would you like me to show you?â
You were at a crossroads. If you accepted his offer, it would probably lead to sex which you werenât opposed to. If you declined, where would that lead? Would you leave and never speak to him again?Â
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.
âYou said youâre afraid of scaring me off,â you started. âIs that right?â
Seonghwa nodded, you noticed how he swallowed. âWhy would I be scared?â 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.
âBecause,â he started, his breath hot against your skin. âI can be kind ofââ
âIntense?â you asked, smiling when he nodded. âWhat makes you think that would scare me?â
Without warning, Seonghwaâs hands found purchase on your hips, pushing you against the edge of the work table. âIâm not a very sweet or soft lover,â he murmured against your hand. âIâm rough, hard,â he continued, one hand grabbing your hand and pressing a kiss to your palm. âUnforgiving.â
You brought your free hand up to run your fingers through his hair before grabbing a fistful of his hair and tugging sharply. âAnd who said I am?â you asked softly, enjoying the way he moaned against your hand. He let go of your wrist, fingers skimming your neck lightly.
âYouâre playing a dangerous game, Kitten,â he murmured, eyes scanning up to meet your gaze. âKeep this up and Iâll take you right here.â
You wrapped your fingers around his wrist, forcing his hand against your throat. âDo it, then,â you whispered. Seonghwa hesitated, eyes searching your face. âWhat did you say?â he asked, his voice quiet but clear.
âI said do it,â you repeated. âTake me, Seonghwa. Iâm yours. I always was.â
The next moment, Seonghwaâs 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.
âGod I would love to take you home,â Seonghwa murmured against your lips, hand still on the back of your neck, holding you in place. âLay you down in my bed and take my time with you like you deserve.âÂ
You felt his other hand slide down your hip to your thigh. âSo why donât you?â you asked, hands moving up his chest to hold onto his shoulders.
âBecause,â he started, gripping your thigh and hiking your knee up to his waist. He guided you to lay back on the work table.Â
âIâm an impatient man,â he continued, his hand sliding down the outside of your thigh to your ass. âAnd I told you Iâm a rough, unforgiving lover.â
You felt him roll his hips into yours grinding his erection into your soaked panties, giving you some slight friction against your aching clit. âAnd you told me to take you right here,â 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.Â
âAs cute as this is,â he murmured, pulling at your top. âIt needs to come off.â
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. âTake it off,â 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.Â
Seonghwa let out a sigh as he took in your form, eyes shining with lust and another emotion you couldnât 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.
âDonât you dare,â he growled. âDonât you cover yourself. Iâve wondered for so long what kind of lingerie you wear and to see it now? Donât you dare hide it from me.â 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 didnât form, youâd still know he was there. Seonghwa continued down your neck, leaving love bites in his wake until he reached your chest. âIâd love to sit here and admire you all night in this,â he said softly, fingers skimming the delicate lace of your bralette. âBut I really want to take it off,â he continued.
You ran your fingers through his hair as he nuzzled your sternum, hands sliding down to your waist. âTake it off,â you whispered. Seonghwa lifted his head to meet your gaze. Heâd barely done anything to you but he looked like he was intoxicated. Drunk off touching you.
âYou want me to do that, blossom?â he asked softly. âYou want me to undress you?âÂ
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. âWanna show me what else you can do with that mouth, sweetheart?â You nodded wordlessly as he helped you down from the table.
âOn your knees then, Kitten.â
You slowly lowered yourself down, keeping your eyes on his face. Seonghwa ran his fingers through his hair before cupping your chin. âHave you ever done this before?âÂ
You nodded slowly. âOnce,â you answered. âIâll do my best though.â Seonghwa let out a groan before squeezing your chin gently.
âOpen your mouth, blossom,â he ordered, moving his hands to undo his belt and pants as you kneeled there, sitting on your heels. âTongue out,â he ordered as he moved slowly, sliding his hand into his underwear where your eyes couldnât see. His hand moved inside his boxers at the sight of you on your knees for him.
âCome here,â 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 didnât look like it would hurt to take.
The head was bulbous, tip slightly red with a bead of precum.
âOpen your mouth, baby,â Seonghwa said, drawing your attention away from his cock. You opened your mouth again. âTongue,â he added and you obliged, letting your tongue fall from your mouth to make space. âTap my thigh once for yes and twice if itâs too much or you want to stop, okay?â he asked softly. You nodded and waited as he guided the head to your mouth, letting it rest against your tongue.Â
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. âBreathe through your nose,â he instructed. You did as he said and once youâd 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.
âIâm gonna guide your head, okay?â 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 didnât need his guidance and started moving on your own, keeping your hands on his thighs, nails raking over the material of his pants. âThatâs it, kitten. Keep going,â he muttered, gently stroking your hair. âJust like that.â
You moaned, taking him as far into your mouth as you could. You noticed how his hips started to follow your mouth, shallowly thrusting. âHold still,â 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 didnât 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.
âHow long have you been this wet, sweetheart?â he asked, meeting your gaze.
âA while,â you whispered. Seonghwa sighed and quickly removed your panties, stuffing them into his pocket as he pulled his underwear up to cover his cock.Â
âYou were so good for me,â he murmured, parting your thighs to look down at your sex, arousal smeared all over your lips.
âNow Iâll be good for you,â 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.
âGive me your hand, blossom,â 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. âYou might want to hold on,â 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 heâd 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.Â
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.
âSorry, Kitten,â 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. âWhen you cum for me for the first time, itâs going to be around my cock,â 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.
âI donât have any condoms here,â he muttered, lips brushing against the shell of your ear. âI donât normally fuck pretty little baristas in the backroom of my shop,â he added, a smirk in his tone.Â
âSo Iâm special?â you whispered, breathlessly as he pressed the head of his cock against your leaking entrance.Â
âOh baby, youâre so much more than just special,â he murmured as he rutted against you.
âSuch a pretty little thing. So sweet, and not nearly as innocent as I thought,â he added as the underside of his cock rubbed against your clit. âWill you let me fuck you raw, sweetheart? Or are you too innocent for that? Have you ever been fucked raw?â
You shook your head. âNo, never,â you answered. âNever been fucked raw.â
Seonghwa chuckled, his hot breath tickling your neck. âSo Iâm the first? You have no idea how happy that makes me. Youâll let me be the first, right? Youâll let me fuck you raw, wonât you?â
You nodded fervently, the tip of his cock bumping your clit and making you gasp. âYes, Seonghwa, please. Take me, please. Fuck me please, please,â 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.
âOh you really want this,â he commented, watching his cock disappear inside you. âSucked my cock in so hungrily. What a greedy little cunt you have,â he murmured, sheathing himself in one fluid motion and rocking your body against the wooden table.Â
âOh fuck, Hwa!â 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. âWhat a dirty fucking mouth you have,â he growled, his hips moving, pulling back and snapping forward, thrusting into you harshly. âOpen your mouth, Kitten,â 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.Â
âAre you gonna cum already, Blossom? Iâve barely even fucked you properly,â 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. âPull my hair again baby and Iâll teach you what happens when you canât behave,â he growled, one hand moving to your throat and pinning you down against the table.Â
âWhat will you do?â you challenged.
Seonghwa narrowed his eyes, hips snapping against you and rocking the whole table. âTurn 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?â
You moaned, walls fluttering around his cock as your orgasm drew nearer. âOh, that does it for you, does it? Sweet little Y/N, my own little lily, likes being called a cumslut?â Seonghwa teased, making you moan again as his grip on your throat tightened, restricting the flow of your blood but not your oxygen.
âLikes 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 arenât as innocent as you seem,â he muttered, his hips stuttering momentarily.
âAre you like this with all the guys?â 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. âDo you let all the guys have you like this?â
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.
âNo!â you gasped. âNo one else,â you added. âOnly you. No one else has ever filled me up. Youâre the first. No one else can. Iâm yours!â 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.
âWhere do you want it?â he asked quickly, hips faltering slightly. âInside me, Seonghwa, please. Cum inside me,â 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 werenât sure how long it took but as you came down, the realization that you were half naked on Seonghwaâs 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.
âSeonghwa,â you whispered, your voice hoarse. He hummed in response, pressing a few short kisses to your neck. âIâm feeling kind of exposed here,â you added.Â
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. âShit, let me uhâŠâ he trailed off as he looked around. âStay right there.â
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. âWhere are my panties?â you asked, looking around as Seonghwa zipped and buttoned his pants. âOh,â he said softly, reaching into his pocket and pulling your panties out, unwading them and helping you into them.
âJust until we get you home,â he added as he redid his belt and looked up at you. He reached up, brushing your bottom lip. âOr we can go back to mine,â 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.
âWe can also just go back to mine. Itâs closer, isnât it?â you muttered against his lips, grabbing him by the sweater.Â
Seonghwa smiled into the kiss before pulling back. âIs this your way of getting me into your bed, miss?â he asked softly, thumbs grazing over your cheeks.
âMmm,â you hummed. âMaybe.â
Seonghwa chuckled, kissing your cheeky grin. âDare I say, itâs working,â 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.Â
âAfter you, maâam,â he said and you gently pushed his chest.Â
âUgh, donât call me maâam,â you groaned as you stepped out into the night air.
Seonghwa followed behind, shutting the door and locking it. âOh?â he asked, pocketing his keys and leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek and then your lips. âWhat would you like me to call you, then?â he asked, voice muffled by your lips.Â
âI like Blossom,â you said softly after a moment of contemplation.
âOr Petal,â you added. Seonghwa smiled, cupping your cheek and pulling you into yet another kiss.
âBlossom it is,â he replied before pulling away and offering his arm for you to take. You did so and followed his lead. âSo your place?â he asked, looking at you as you walked.Â
You nodded, smiling up at him. âI can get clean underwear,â you said with a nod.
âOr you can just not wear clothes,â Seonghwa said as you walked, making you giggle.
âWell thereâs another reason Iâd like to go back to my place,â you added.
âOh?â Seonghwa asked, looking at you as you pulled him to a stop and leaned in to whisper in his ear.
âI have spreader bars at my place.â
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.
âSpreader bars? As in multiple?â he hissed. âSeriously? Next youâll tell me you have an assortment of fantasy dildos.â
You giggled again, harder and Seonghwa looked at you incredulously.Â
âGuess Iâm not as innocent as you thought,â you whispered.
âNo,â he replied, a smirk forming on his face. âNo, I guess not.â
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.
âIâm gonna take my break, Y/N,â Addie said as you wiped down your counter.Â
âOkay,â you called back.Â
âLin can fill in for me.â 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. âTo what occasion do I owe this beautiful gift?â you asked, taking the flower from him and bringing it to your face to smell the scent.
âOccasion?â Seonghwa asked, leaning against the counter. âDo I need an occasion to bring my beautiful girlfriend a flower?â he asked, reaching across the counter to gently take your chin in his hand and caress your cheek with his thumb.Â
âGirlfriend?â 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. âWhat time do you get off?â he asked as you admired the flower.Â
âIn about an hour,â you hummed, looking up at him.Â
âPerfect, cause see I know this really great place. The wine is amazing and the food is to die for,â he mused, taking one of your hands.
âNo flirting with the employees!â Addie said though you could tell by the tone in her voice she wasnât serious.Â
âSo how about it?â Seonghwa asked. âIâll pick you up here when you get off, we can stop by your place and you can change and then weâll go?â
You eyed him suspiciously. âWhere is this place? Is it new?â you asked. Youâd 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.
âYou could say that,â he answered. âIâll see you in an hour,â he added, standing up straight.Â
âWait,â you called, making him stop by the door but also making a few of the patrons look up. Seonghwa calmly walked back over. âWhere is this place?â you asked softly, leaning in, ignoring the looks of both your coworkers and the customers alike.
âYouâll like it,â Seonghwa said playfully. âI know the owner.â
You raised an eyebrow at this. âWhy wonât you just tell me where it is?â
Seonghwa chuckled, leaning across the counter and catching you in a surprise kiss. âItâs my place,â he finally said with a laugh and stood up straight, drumming quickly on the counter before walking towards the door. âOne hour,â he called and stepped out the door, letting it shut behind him.
âSince when are you seeing the florist?â Lin whispered, coming over to get a look at the lily in your hands. âSince last week,â 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.
âYouâre hiding something,â Addie said suddenly, startling you with her close proximity.
âWhat are you hiding?â You shook your head. âNothing,â 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.
SYNOPSIS. jongho has always been your person, as well as you were his. neither of you knew exactly when everything shift from friendship to love, neither knew how madly in love either were. you trusted him blindly. he would move mountains for you. all you both needed to do was to say the three little words.
GENDER. smut. pure fluff.
AU/TROPES. best friends to lover. idiots in love. college au. jongho is a simp.
RATING. R (+18) - MDNI.
WARNINGS. soft sex. cunnilingus. handjob. blowjob. fingering. dry humping/thigh riding. unprotected sex (pull out method and please donât do this). cock warming (kinda). let me know if i forgot anything.
WORD COUNT. 12k (a little more than you requeste but i did it haha).
NOTES. english is not my first language. jongho is the sweetest. all the boys pariticipate, but mostly WooSanSang. this story is for pookie minnie (@yourlocaljonghoe), hope you like it, sorry for the delay. thank you @bro-atz for being the beta! bye âĄ.
IMPORTANT. this is a work of fiction, it has zero intent on portraing how any of the people quoted here are in real life.
CREDS. dividers by cafekitsune âĄ
               It was ridiculously pathetic, it had to be.
               There was no way everything could possibly get better, feel better, just be better because you entered a space, and yet, the rays of sunshine felt like they shine brighter, the wind of early fall could be felt on his skin (as if he wasn't in the closet out space of the library), the hushed conversations quickly muffled as all his eyes could see was you entering the library with your laptop and books in hand, your bag hanging from your shoulder as your hand took some of the hair away from your face.
               He knew it was wrong, to feel the things he felt for you, you were his best friend after all, but he just couldnât control it. You have always been there for him during middle and high school, people used to joke that you two were a couple, he had even helped you get away from unwanted attention, that was probably when it all started, when he started to look at you differently, when your touch started to burn his skin in a good way, when the butterflies in his stomach stopped being from anxiety and started to be because you were close to him, your hand in some part of his body, or simply when your eyes found his, followed or not by a small smile.
               It was only when you sat in front of him that he realized how he was staring, feeling his ears turn red but thankfully your attention was mostly focused on your things. Both had different subjects as you two were from different courses, but you always find time to study together, even if just for a bit, a habit you both got mainly thanks to how difficult high school had been.
               âHow were your classes? I thought youâd be here only later.â
               âLast one got canceled,â he tried not to focus on your face, rather at your hands and how you splattered everything at the table, making a small smile appear on his lips. âYou know you donât need to bring your whole house to your classes and such, right?â
               âAs if you donât always try to get at least one of these from me whenever we study together,â you laughed before throwing an eraser in his direction which he easily catches, making you roll your eyes. âAnyway, do you mind if someone joins our study session?â
               âSomeone?â
               It wasnât common for that to happen, mostly because either of you had a project together with someone else, but since classes had barely started, it didnât really made sense for someone else to enter your little study sessions.
               âYeah, heâs actually my senior, we gonna help each other out in two different projects,â if you had been paying attention, youâd notice how Jonghoâs eyes widened slightly and how his Adamâs apple went up and down nervously. He had seen you before with other guys, going out and having fun, but it always caught him off guard when you asked first, since the last time you asked if someone could join, âtheyâ ended up becoming your boyfriend. âHeâs super nice I promise youâll like him! His name is Seonghwa and heâs the sweetest!â
               âOh, yeah,â he tried to compose himself a little so you wouldnât notice the frown on his face or how slightly annoyed he was. Although he didnât really expect you to see through his actions or wait for him to finally grow a pair and finally ask you out, it still hurt the fact that everything didnât seem anything other than a friend caring for another, âis he coming now or?â
               â(y/n)?â Both raised your heads as a figured stood beside you, making Jongho hide his jealousy the best he could. The man was one of the most wanted guys on college. Perfect slick back hair, perfect teeth, perfect smile, perfect height, perfect body, perfectly polite, a gentleman if all, and he had his eyes focused on you, as your smile spread widely as his presence was noted. âHope I didnât take too long, had to fix a few things with the teacher.â
               So, he was supposed to join regardless of what Jongho said? What if he said no? Would you still have had Seonghwa joining in on your session?
               âHey Seonghwa! Itâs okay, donât worry!â You two exchanged quick hugs before you pointed to Jongho. âThis is the guy I was telling you about, Jongho!â
               âOh, the famous Jongho! Hello!â Famous?, Seonghwaâs hand was stretched out to Jongho who quickly took it, a polite smile on his lips as Seonghwa took the chair on your side. âIâm so sorry to barge in and wanting to do this fast, I just -â
               âItâs okay, I know,â God and you gave him that smile? Jongho quickly lowered his head, trying to focus on the book in front of him, trying to ignore how you and Seonghwa giggled at each other. â- right, Jjong?â
               His head quickly raised at the sound of his name leaving your lips, finding both you and Seonghwa staring back at him, before clearing his own throat trying to buy a little bit of time.
               âYeah, sure,â that was the right answer, or at least he hoped, although he knew he would say yes to whatever you asked of him. As he watched your smile widening, he couldnât help but smile himself, but once your attention shifted to Seonghwa, who also had a big smile, something shifted in him, not going unnoticed by the senior. âI- I have to go though -â
               âWhat already?â You whined making his movements stop for a second, Seonghwaâs eyes not missing the interaction between you and your best friend. âI just got here! We were supposed to go to the diner later on our way back!â
               âI wonât be long, I just needed to check all the details,â Seonghwaâs voice was quick, his gaze shifting between you and Jongho, âsorry to interrupt, we talk later, yes? Iâll text you!â
               He had your number already?, Jongho cursed himself at that thought, he was your senior, you were doing a project together, of course he would have your number, but why did that bother him so much?
               âOk, weâll talk more later, Iâll also check with Mingi and Yunho about when you can come over so we can start the project!â
               âIâll try to reason with Hongjoong, but with Edenâs last feedback he got into his own head and -â
               âI get it!â You cut him with a smile, Jonghoâs eyes observing everything, how your smile would widen, and a small giggle came out at Seonghwaâs words, how his eyes would linger a little longer on your face before falling down and back up. âIâll text you once I get back from the boys, okay?â
               âYeah sure! Thank you (y/n), you are a life saver and,â as the seniors voice trailed away, Jongho realized he was now the focus of the attention as you eyed him pointing your head towards Seonghwa, who studied Jonghoâs reactions, âthank you Jongho, itâs really nice to meet you, Iâm happy to have finally met (y/n)âs best friend after all the things she said about you.â
               âWhat did she say?â His eyes traveled down to you who lowered your head, but he could still see the red tips of your ears and the shy smile on your lips before looking back at Seonghwa who had his eyebrows slightly raised at the two of you. Clearing his throat, Jongho turned his attention to the senior. âEither way, it was a pleasure to meet you too Seonghwa.â
               The older one just nodded with a small smirk your way before kissing the top of your head and walk out of the library. Jonghoâs leg bouncing like crazy under the desk, trying to not demonstrate how that small interaction made his intestines twist, his jealous curiosity trying to figure it out how did you two got so close so fast. It was only when he saw your raised eyebrows that he notices he had been staring, again.
               âOkay, spit it out,â you crossed your arms on top of the book, your eyes analyzing his face, âhe is nice, you seemed to like him, so why that frown on your head is present?â
               âI donât have a frown,â the bouncing getting worse as he turned his eyes away from you, who quickly kicked his still leg under the table, getting a surprised look. âThat hurt,â you just smiled tilting your head making him sigh, âhow long have you known him though? You plan on having him at your place, are the guys okay with that?â
               A shadow of confusion crossed your face before a wide cocky smile take place as you pointed your pen to him.
               âYou didnât listen to anything we talked about, did you?â Jongho sighs and lower his head before hearing you scoff and kick him again, making him eye you annoyed. âYou didnât listen to what you agreed and now you are jealous?â
               âIâm not jealous,â although he tried to change the topic, you didnât bulge, throwing the pen you were holding towards him, making him glare at you before shaking his head. âOkay, maybe I didnât listen to everything, but that doesnât mean Iâm jealous!â
               âIf you say so,â the victorious smile you had almost made Jongho say something, but what he really wanted was to kiss that away. So what he was jealous? âEither way, you better control your not-jealous face tomorrow, Hwa and Joong are already -â
               âWhy tomorrow?â You eyed him shaking your head. âWhat did I agree to?â
               âYouâll find out tomorrow once we arrive at Hwaâs place.â
               âYou barely know him and you calling him âHwaâ and planning on going to his house and-â
               âWith you,â you cut him slightly annoyed but still amused, you loved when Jongho showed his jealous and protective side, trying to ignore how your heart was beating out of your chest because of that, âIâm going there with you tomorrow, as you agreed, and while you do what you agreed, me and Seonghwa will work on our projects.â
               âAnd what the hell am I doing there?â
               The cheeky smile you sent his way make him swallow hard, before you shake your head focusing back on your books.
               âThatâs on you for not paying attention and agreeing to something you donât even know what it is.â
               Although he tried his best, he couldnât hold back a smile at your words and the smile you sent him. He couldnât tell you he just said yes without thinking because it was you who had asked him. He couldnât pretend he would say âyesâ to whatever it was that you might ask of him. He was down bad for his best friend, that was the truth as much as he tried to hide it. Â
               âEarth to lover boy!â Before he could process, one of the cushions of the couch found his head making Jongho glare at two of his roommates, noticing as they exchanged smiles, San shaking his head, as Wooyoung appeared to be having the time of this life. âWhat did you and (y/n) do today? You are more distant than usual.â
               âNothing happened, what you talking about?â
               Jongho sigh and joined them on the couch, Sanâs eyes lingered on the youngest one a little longer, but before anyone could say anything, Yeosang appeared on the hall, a towel on his shoulder and his clothes in a basket, a knowing smile on his lips, making all the other frown.
               âYou are not a good liar Jjong,â Yeosang laughed putting his laundry in as all three waited patiently for the older one to emerge. âI saw you three at the library.â
               âThree?â
               San and Wooyoung said in unison, but Jongho lips were sealed shut, cursing Yeosang as his smile grew wider. The eldest was an innocent angel most of the times, but he could be even more wicked than Wooyoung when he wanted to.
               âJjong and (y/n) were talking when Park Seonghwa entered the library joining them.â
               âWait, THE Park Seonghwa?â
               Yeosang nodded at Sanâs question, both quick to understand why Jongho was sulking so much, but Wooyoung needed more, he always needed more and Jongho was starting to serious considering killing his best friends at that moment.
               âThe Park Seonghwa? Perfect, handsome, hot looking guy Park Seonghwa? The one that can have any pussy and dick he wants at any time, just by looking at someone?â San and Yeosang tried to hide a laugh as Jonghoâs head slightly turned to focus on the second youngest that was still processing the fact that Seonghwa had been around Jongho and you in the afternoon. âOh, Iâm not condemning (y/n), that dick is probably a 10/10!â
               âWoo!â
               The other two said the same time Jonghoâs fist found Wooyoungâs arm, make the other complain in pain holding his arm.
               âWhat? If Jjong isnât gonna act he canât be mad if other guys show interest in (y/n)!â Everyone knew Wooyoung was right, Jongho even sigh holding his head down, the image of you and Seonghwa still carved in his brain. âLook, (y/n) is beautiful, smart, kind, funny, any guy would want a girl like that, you canât blame Seonghwa for that, but,â all eyes turned to him, a cheeky grin on Wooyoungâs lips before he focused on Jongho, âthat doesnât mean you are out of the race, not until he asks and she accepts being with him.â
               âWooyoung is right,â San said with a smile, following the line of the thoughts Wooyoung was trying to show, Yeosang quickly joining them, also understanding what his friend was saying, all three receiving a head shake from Jongho. âCâmon Jjong, you know Woo is right!â As Jongho lifted his head, the others tried to hide a smile, maybe this time heâd listen and finally ask you out. âWhy donât you ask her out tomorrow? Go to the diner, pretend is a normal day and ask her out, ask her to give you a chance, but check first if her and Seonghwa arenât together.â
               âWe are going to Seonghwaâs apartment tomorrow,â a groan escapes all their mouths, but Yeosang was quick to stand up, his thinking face making itself visible for all of them. âWhat is it Yeo?â
               âKnow your enemy!â All the others kept waiting for Yeosang to finish as we shook his head seating back down, a smart smile on his lips. âFirst, do you know why you two going to his house?â Jongho shook his head making the others giggle.
               âHe was probably too busy staring at (y/n).â
               Jongho joked he was gonna hit Wooyoung again, making the second youngest try to hide behind San, making the other three laugh.
               âI mean, you are not entirely wrong,â he sighs and noticed the other three waiting for him to explain what had happened, âI mean, once he was there, I tried to ignore how she was looking at him, I mean, have you seen the guy?!â All the other nodded, but Jongho ignored sighing, the image of you smiling and giggling with Seonghwa coming back into his mind like a slap in the face. âSo, I tried to focus on my studies, which didnât really work, until she asked me a question and I just nodded agreeing -â
               âYeah, because you are down bad!â
               âA simp of the worst kind!â
               âBet you were just trying not to get caught drooling over her.â
               He scoffs shaking his head at his best friendsâ remarks, getting out the couch hearing them complaining before turning with a hidden smile.
               âLook, I know Iâm a simp okay? How could I not be? Not when she looks and acts like that!â
               âI mean, sheâs not too far behind you, so -â
               âWhat you talking about, San?â
               The older ones exchanged looks. It wasnât uncommon for them to turn to Jongho saying you had a crush on him, that they could tell, but he never really bought that, always thinking they were playing with him, so they had stopped talking about it, even if it was obvious how you two looked at each other whenever you were in the same space.
               âThe same way you are down bad for her, she is for you.â
               Jongho scoffed and the other three rolled their eyes.
               âShe could have Park Seonghwa on around her pinky! Why would she want me?â
               âI agree, I never said she was good in the head,â the face Jongho made brought a laugh to the two older ones as Wooyoung was quick on his feet with his hands in front of him asking for Jongho to wait for him to finish, âlook, all Iâm saying is that you two are blind when it comes to each other, okay? You may not see the way she looks at you, but everyone else does.â
               âWhy you think people donât usually come at her asking for a date?â Yeosang continued, standing up just like Wooyoung, standing in front of Jongho with arched eyebrows. âYou may be a teddy bear, but you are fucking scary when you want and the looks you give to any guy that approaches her gives us the chills!â
               âShe dated before, what you guys talking about?â
               âShe dated because she was tired of waiting for you and someone else took the initiative,â San joined the other two in front of Jongho making the younger one groan in frustration, âlook, we donât know if (y/n) and Seonghwa are together or something, it may be just a homework thing, Seonghwa is an outgoing person, he talks to a lot of people, it may not be what you think.â
               âYou didnât see the way he looked at her.â
               âWas it anything like you look at her?â
               âWhat was that supposed to mean Yeosang?â
               âDid it look like she held the sun, moon and stars, the air in his lungs, like a ray of sunshine after a gloomy day, or -â
               âI donât look at her like that,â he cut Wooyoung making all the other three leave snarky smiles at that comment. âDo I look at her like that?â
               âOnly when you know sheâs not looking at you.â
               San commented putting a hand on Jonghoâs shoulder pulling him back to the couch and seating him down by the shoulders, the other three circled him with knowing smiles, maybe that was the last push he needed to finally grow a pair and talk to you about his feelings, feelings everyone knew you also had for him, except himself.
               âFine, what do I have to do?â
               He was a coward.
               He was the most coward person you could ever find.
               In his defense, you ended up going to the house first, so he couldnât bring up anything before, as originally planned and, once he arrived, you were already working on your project with Seonghwa in the living room as you two guided him to meet with Hongjoong.
               He needed someone to sing this ballad he had done, but the lyrics were still a mess, and his voice wasnât as fitting for the song as was expected, the instrumental was almost done, but without the person to sing it, it felt hollow, broken, exactly like the words Eden used to described one of Hongjoongâs latest works.
               If he was honest, Jongho liked the lyrics and the instrumental, he knew the song was incomplete, but he liked it nonetheless, the instrumentals were heavenly, as you were so quick to say once Hongjoong finally showed you what he was working on. That was when all his courage fell into pieces.
               âHongjoong! How is this even better than before the summer break? You are a music genius, donât listen too much into Edenâs words!â
               And you kissed him.
               On the cheek.
               But it was still a kiss.
               Seonghwaâs hands firm on your waist, Hongjoong holding your hand with a shy smile.
               You and Seonghwa being way too comfortable with each other never made so much sense until that point. You two were hooking up, or almost at it. His hand always on you, waist, hip, shoulder, arm, you name it! He had lost his chance, again.
               â- thatâs why Jongho is here, right bear?â
               Your eyes lit up to find his, a shadow of something caught you off guard, but he quickly nodded, the shadow no longer there, but still made you question what had happened.
               âYeah sure, but I still donât know how much of a help I can be.â
               âOur little angel said your voice is incredible, we need someone to sing that song Joong is writing.â
               Our little angel.
               God he just wanted to die at that moment.
               All the others noticed something was wrong, but as you stepped closer, Hongjoong quickly moved his chair as Seonghwa pulled you closer to him.
               âLook, you donât have to do it if you donât want to, (y/n) showed us some of the recordings from your singing and you have one of the most amazing voices Iâve ever heard and I could also use of another music major for this, youâll have your credit, donât worry about that, but I want this to be memorable, perfect even, and I think you can help me achieve that if we work together.â
               It was a love song.
               You could easily tell by the guide Hongjoong had done with the lyrics he had it done, adding the soft melodic instruments the song was incredibly powerful. Jonghoâs eyes found yours, they had concern in them, you were blaming yourself for the discomfort he was feeling, probably because you knew he was shy and singing in front of millions â although it was his dream â was still something too far away to grasp, even with the tips of his fingers.
               The fact you had showed them the singing videos, how they acted around you, their little angel, it was more than obvious to him that you and Seonghwa were a thing, you were just trying to find a way to let him know. Hell, he knew you loved to hear him sing, maybe he could use that song to let you know how he felt, all the feelings he harbored for you could go into that song, a small letting go present. He could never be with you, because regardless of his friendsâ avid points, you werenât in love with him like he was with you.
               In love.
               God how something so beautiful can be such a painful thing?
               âIâll do it.â
               And that was how he found himself in Hongjoong and Seonghwaâs place every other weekend. He and Hongjoong working on the song, while you and Seonghwa were somewhere in the apartment as he tried not to notice whenever your laugh became too loud or you two became too quiet, trying not to focus on the idea that you two might be in his room while he was -
               âWhatâs up with you today?â
               The song was quickly cut out as Hongjoong stared at Jongho, your muffled laugh and scream managing to pass the soundproof situation Hongjoong created so they could work on the music before using the studio the music students were allowed in only for the final version.
               âNothing is wrong, sorry, Iâll focus I -â
               Both were cut as steps were felt on the other side of the door and Hongjoong noticed how Jonghoâs face fell as your muffled scream was heard along with Seonghwaâs laugh.
               âYou do know they are just friends, right?â Jonghoâs eyes peaked up at the âfriendsâ word, trying to ignore the smirk that appeared on the elderâs face. âGod you two are infuriating, Hwa was right, damn it.â
               âWhat you talking about? They are just friends? But -â
               âSeonghwa is in a relationship,â Jongho stopped talking at that, waiting as Hongjoong sighed raising his eyebrows, âme and him are together, we call (y/n) our angel because otherwise we wouldnât have happened.â
               âSo⊠All of this⊠What -â
               âYou two are just as idiots as we were,â Hongjoong got up from the chair getting closer to Jongho that was still processing the information, âyour voice wasnât the only reason why we made her talk to you to participate, but also because we wanted to be sure you were just as into her as she is into you.â
               âOh,â he said as he tried to ignore the image of Wooyoung saying âI told you soâ popping into his mind. âHow can you be sure?â
               âBecause she told us,â at Jonghoâs shocked eyes Hongjoong laughed loudly before going towards the computer playing the song they have been working on for the past month, as it came to an end, the elderâs eyes found the younger ones at the ground. âDid you write those parts thinking about her?â
               âThat obvious?â Jongho sat down on the couch looking into the sheet of paper with the lyrics, missing the way Hongjoong eyed him. âSheâs my best friend Hongjoong, I- I canât fuck this up and lose her, what if -â
               âCan I suggest something?â Jonghoâs eyes lifted to meet with Hongjoongâs analytical ones, a simple nod was all he managed to give in response. âTomorrow you two leave early, you take her back to your place, weâll talk to Yunho and Mingi and make them find a way to keep her away from the house, you get your roommates out and shoot your shot, but do it properly, she deserves something great after all the time you made her wait.â
               Having only Wooyoung, Yeosang and San up his ass about you was nothing compared into having Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Yunho and Mingi as well. Unlucky for him, Seonghwa easily got one of his roommatesâ numbers, since he already had Yunho and Mingiâs, and it was easy to make a group chat which made Jongho almost killed Wooyoung for the nth time every time he saw the group chat name pop up.
wooyoung @ please get the baby laid
okay, so san is taking care of the fort with yeo
Iâm almost done with the food, who is coming to pick us up?
yunho @ please get the baby laid
I will, if hwa and joong do it sheâll suspect
mingi @ please get the baby laid
she already suspects something is up bc we said she cant come home
yunho @ please get the baby laid
yeah, bc your excuse was shit
hongjoong @ please get the baby laid
it was a horrible excuse, but since it was mingi she let it slide
seonghwa @ please get the baby laid
also bc jjong distracted her with books and a trip to the cafe
wooyoung @ please get the baby laid
so I made dinner for nothing?
san @ please get the baby laid
ignore him, we ready, we leaving the food in the oven
yeosang @ please get the baby laid
yunho donât forget to grab the chocolate bouquet on your way over!
yunho @ please get the baby laid
I wont, Iâm on my way!
               âAre you cheating on me?â Jongho never locked his phone a put it away as fast as in that moment, making you raise your eyebrows and open your mouth slightly. âWho is she? Is she prettier than me?â
               âOf course not, you are the most beautiful person to walk on earth,â that wasnât a lie in his view, it was also something he would casually drop at you from time to time, you knew that, but still, always surprised you, awakening the butterflies in your stomach you tried to always keep dormant. âI may be an idiot but Iâm not that idiot to be cheating on my favorite girl in this world.â
               Ever since yesterday Jongho decided to be bolder, to show more of his true intentions to you, his true feelings, and he was loving every hint of pink and red he could see on your face and ears. It almost made him realize that, maybe, this may work. That the others were right and you both felt the same thing, and God he wish it would be true.
               âYou canât say shit like that Jjong!â
               âWhy not? Itâs not a lie.â
               Maybe, but you playing with my feelings is a problem, you wanted to scream that at him. Cursing him over and over thanks to all the things he had awoken at the same time in you since the day before once you two left Hwa and Joongâs apartment. You couldnât lie and pretend you werenât enjoying the attention, not that you liked the fact that Seonghwa and Hongjoong forgot to tell both of you they had a date with tickets they bought a few weeks prior, or even the fact that Mingi said you couldnât go home until late at night, you knew he probably would have someone over and wouldnât want you or Yunho to hear him, so you were more than happy when Jongho said his roommates wouldnât be home and you could stay there as long as you wanted.
               You just didnât expect all the flirting he was doing, but you would never complain.
               âPeople may think something else,â you focused on your drink and the three hard cover books he bought for you, your fingers lingering a little longer on the titles, his eyes focused on you, observing, trying to get any hint you may give him, âbesides, Iâve seen some girls looking at you while we were picking up the drinks, one of them looks really pretty and your type.â
               It hurt you to say these, but he was your best friend and nothing more could ever happen, or you may lose him. You didnât care if Seonghwa, Hongjoong, Yunho and Mingi kept saying you were just running away, taking the easy way out, the cowards way, the thought of possibly losing Jongho was too much of a risk, you preferred to have him as a friend than nothing at all, all because you couldnât help yourself on falling for your best friend.
               âI donât want them though,â the form he said it, so nonchalant caught your attention, making you eye him curious, trying to hide the hurt that you felt inside, the idea that he may have someone. You knew he had been with other people before, but he never really introduced you to them. Once you realized that you tried to move on, started dating someone, but there was only one man that made you feel wanted and loved, and that man was sitting in front of you drinking his americano. âI already have someone in mind, it would be mean to get involved with someone if I have another on mind, no?â
               The entering of the knife was quick, but the twist was tortuously slow, the final blow being the smile he gave you. The smile you loved so much that you had only seen directed to you, but now heâs using it to talk about someone else, someone that it wasnât you.
               âWho is she?â
               âYou know her,â he chuckled at your reaction before continuing, âbut I donât think she sees me like that much, although the guys say Iâm just over thinking it, that she definitely likes me and -â
               âSheâd have to be crazy not to like you, baby bear,â your hand reached his over the table, it didnât matter if your heart bled, all you ever want is to see Jongho happy, even if itâs not with you. âYou are one of the most incredible human beings Iâve ever met, whoever has your heart will be forever loved and I envy that.â
               At his raise of eyebrows, you quickly realized what you had said and tried to pull your hand away, but his fingers wrapped around yours, intertwining your fingers, your eyes quickly went to the girls you saw talking and eyeing Jongho earlier, finding their eyes on your hands before moving away, making a victorious smile play on your lips.
               He was still yours for the time being and that was enough.
               âWhat got you all smiley?â
               âNothing,â you said quickly trying to pull your hand away, but his grip was strong but careful around your hand, just like everything he did regarding you, âbaby bear, itâs nothing, can I have my hand back?â
               You giggled at the pout he gave you, the puppy eyes staring around you two before resting on you again trying to understand what had happened. Your hands quickly found your drink as so did his. While you couldnât hold a smile while drinking, he couldnât help his cute little pout at what you had done.
               âWant me to be your wingman?â He questioned after a while, making you eye him confused as his eyes fell on your hand that was enveloped by the warmth of his hands not long prior, a small guilt filing your insides. âThatâs why you dropped my hand, right? So, show me who he is, Iâll be nice, I promise.â
               âItâs not that Jjong,â you said quickly as soon as he stopped, his eyes had a different shine, one that you had seen at the library a few weeks ago when Seonghwa appeared to ask Jongho to sing to Hongjoongâs song, for a second you thought you had made Jongho jealous, and you felt good for a second, until he wanted to leave and you panicked. The control he had over you was surreal and all you wanted was to take his hand on your and kiss it tenderly in front of everyone, âI dropped your hand becauseâŠâ
               â(y/n) itâs okay, I promise I -â
               âI have someone in mind too,â you said it so quickly your mind couldnât follow through, putting a hand in front of your mouth before focusing on your drink, âhe also has no idea and, Iâve been into him for a while now, I tried to make him see it, but apparently he doesnât see me as anything other than a friend and thatâs okay, and since we are in a public place, if the girl you have eyes on sees us, it may ruin it for you so I-â
               âWanna go home?â
               âYou know I canât go home.â
               âWerenât we going to mines?â His smile was soft; the shadow of a moment ago disappeared. Jongho was good at hiding, it didnât take you long to realize that, so you nodded getting your coffee as his hands took your books putting on the bag with some other things you bought at the book section. âWe can talk about it when we arrive, will that be okay?â
               âWe donât have to Jjong.â
               The truth was, you didnât want to hear him talk about the girl that caught his attention, you wanted to be that girl. Once you finally stood up from the table, his right hand found your left making you gasp in surprise on how hot they were despite the ice americano he was having it. That was one of the things you liked the most about Jongho, how warm he always was, how his warmth would always find you and embrace you, always accompanied by the smell of his cologne. Which was one of the reasons you always loved when fall started, because he would lend you some sweatshirts and jumpers with his smell, even when you didnât ask, he always had them.
               As he guided both of you back to his apartment, you allowed yourself to feel the warmth of his hand and body next you whenever you could, cursing at every heavy wind that hit your face taking his cologne and warmth from you, making you involuntarily hide behind him, making him chuckle every time, until he stopped turning to face you. His perfect cupidâs bow just a few centimeters from you, as the wind hit again, he pulled you closer, your hands going around his waist under the coat he had opened, your face hiding against his chest, his cologne clouding your thoughts, but little did you know the effect that had on him.
               Seonghwa and Yunho were right when they said you might say you were into someone depending on the situation, and if you did, this guy it would be him. The fact you couldnât look him in the eye while saying those things, the reaction you had to the girls that flirted with him earlier noticing your intertwined fingers and leaving, how happy you were at that, how right your hand felt in his, the small hurt he saw in your eyes and face at the thought of Jongho liking someone and this person seeing them together. How could he have been so blind for so long? How could you not see how he acted around you?
               âHere,â he said stepping a little away from you, both highly aware of how your hands still lingered on his waist, but you couldnât bring yourself to move away, if he could, he would kiss you right then and there, âwe canât have you catching a cold and stopping to hide behind me everything a wind blows, soâŠ,â his hands swiftly took the scarf off his neck placing around your own, covering your lips and nose, only your eyes visible to him as he took your hand back making you both get back into walking, âwe almost home, so we wonât be cold for long.â
               You wanted to stop him, to make him hug you again, to feel him close again, but all you did was follow his steps as you started to see the outline of his apartment in the distance. Although you knew none of his roommates were gonna be there, you caught yourself craving Wooyoungâs food. Maybe, just maybe, you could stay until they come back and ask him to make you something, that way you could also spend more time to Jongho.
               You have been to his apartment multiple times, but something felt different, probably because you finally realized he might get a girlfriend, that you had lost him for good, because no one in their right mind would let him go, only if they were insane. Which was exactly what you were as you noticed he may never be yours because of how much of a coward you were.
               As the sound of the lock along with the turning of the lights made you raise your head, you stopped dead on your tracks. There was a fort blanket in the living room, you could smell Wooyoungâs food â although you couldnât see it â and you noticed as Jongho stopped behind you, his breathing on your ear as one of his hands found your hip and the other your arm squeezing both lightly, making you gasp.
               âSurprise,â the chuckle made you wake up and eye him curious, only receiving a small smirk in response as he headed to the kitchen, your steps were cautious, there was no reason for this to be happening, nothing bad had happened. As your feet led you to the living room, you found fairy lights all over the place, the tv on playing an ambient music, â(y/n), come eat!â
               Instantly, Wooyoungâs food filled your lungs and you drooled at the thought of what he had made and why he had made dinner. Were any of the boys in a romantic date before you arrived and didnât have the time to pull it down? But then why would Jongho tell you it was a surprise? As you finally reached the kitchen, you found a banquet at the island, making you scream a little and jump, making Jongho chuckled before start preparing a plate for the both of you before heading back to the living room. The fort blanket already awaiting the both of you, a small memory from the time you two were children.
               For a moment, both of you just enjoyed the meal Wooyoung had made, reminding you to thank him, which made Jongho said to also thank San and Yeosang for building the fort. You wanted to ask him then and there what that was all about, but something stopped you. Maybe it was the way he was enjoying the meal, the comforting silence between the two of you. How your knees touched on occasion but none of you had a care in the world if that kept happening, ignoring the electric shocks that ran through both your bodies.
               Jongho changed the ambient sound to one of your comfort shows, the coffee table quickly pushed to the side with both plates on top along with two empty bottles of soju. You two were sitting with the backs on the couch, his left arm lazily hugging your shoulders, the tips of his fingers feather like along your arm, sometimes playing with your hair when you rested your head on his shoulder.
               Trying not to think how warm he was, how close he was, how drunk on his cologne you were, how deep in love you were with your best friend. As you moved, Jongho swiftly took your legs putting on top of his, holding them in place as him right hand burned your skin despite the jeans you wore. Ignoring how he pulled you closer, only a little more and you were on his lap, his left arm still enveloping you, caressing your left arm and pulling you closer from time to time as your head on occasion would fall a little more. If you only had the courage, you could easily kiss the crook of his neck, his cologne filling your lungs, it wasnât like you needed anything more to live if you had him.
               When the second episode finished your head was already heavy, barely noticing as Jongho tried to untangle the two of you, a groan escaping your lips making him laugh before kissing your temple, being careful as he started to make some distance between you two. What he didnât understand was that the groan was for nothing more than the idea of having him far away. His warm, cologne, the homey feeling you had with him whenever you two were together. You now realized what you were going to miss the moment he asks out the girl he has eyes on, you were going to lose him, even if he was never actually yours.
               You watched as he took the plates on his hands. The third episode had started, but all you could do was stare at the spot Jongho was prior. All you could feel was how your skin burned and body ached to be closer to him again. His flirty demeanor had got to you. All the feelings you fought so greatly every day for the past years to keep low, he brought to the surface.
               â(y/n)?â Your eyes turned to the spot Jongho had left, finding a chocolate bouquet before you could see him coming back to the fort. The smile on your lips made his gummy smile becoming more visible. âI was supposed to give this to you on the way out, but couldnât wait,â his shy smile had returned as you took the chocolate bouquet in your arms, fingers trying to see all the chocolates that were there before eye him with startled eyes, âtoo much? Too much, right? Okay, sorry I -â
               âJjong, what is all of this?â
               âWhat you mean?â
               You sigh putting the bouquet down.
               You wanted to say it wasnât too much, not really, but with everything he was doing, it was. He was playing with your feelings, even if he didnât know about them. The talk from earlier came back to you, maybe he was trying to make you feel better? Maybe, Mingi, Yunho or Hongjoong had said something to him about your crush on him without saying your name and now he wanted to cheer you up?
               A small chuckle left your lips, because thatâs definitely something Jongho would do.
               Thatâs one of the reasons you love him so much.
               Love.
               You were in love with you best friend, all it took was for him to flirt with you openly for a day for you to admit that. You sigh as your eyes returned to the bouquet to focus on him again, a small pout on his lips. He thought you hated it everything he did, which made you hate yourself at that.
               âYou said surprise, but nothing happened for us to have a movie fort blanket night and the boys not being hereâŠ,â you noticed how his head focused on the way your hand enveloped his own, the warmth not only staying in your hand as his eyes found yours. âJongho, whatâs this? If this is yours and the guysâ way of saying itâs okay for the guy I like not to -â
               âDo you have any idea how beautiful you are?â His eyes were focused on you, making you suddenly feel self-conscious, trying to shy away but at the same time wanting his attention on you, wanting the way he was looking at you. âI donât mean on the outside, of course you are beautiful on the outside, but I meant as a whole, you are beautiful, incredible, talented, intelligent, kind, and so much more that I could spend the rest of our lives telling you about it,â you gulped but didnât move away as Jongho approached you slightly, testing the waters, âIâm sorry it took me too long to notice, Iâm sorry for being a coward and take too long to say it, but -â
               He cut himself looking to both your hands. You werenât responsive; you were a statue watching him declare his love for you, he was questioning himself again, all the signs he had seen earlier vanished from his mind, the courage to finally tell you his feelings evaporated like water in a hot day, he started to sulk in his seat, mad at himself, as he felt your hand touch his cheek, an electric current going through his body full speed as he raised his eyes to meet your halfway.
               âJjong, please...â
               You couldnât finish, because you too were a coward.
               You loved him, but did he love you too? Was that his way of confessing that he wanted you just as bad you wanted him? For just as long as you wanted him?
               âI love you, (y/n),â he saw the moment your breathing stopped, how your hand fell from his face, your warmth going away with it, your eyes a mix of feelings that he couldnât follow, âyou are the one I like (y/n), you are the one I love.â
               It was like your brain stopped functioning, your eyes watered and Jongho panicked for a second before holding his hand that was going to wipe your tear away.
               âPlease donât joke about this, not about this, Jjong.â
               âI could never joke about my feelings for you, (y/n), ever.â
               The small smile was all he needed before leaning closer to you, slowly, watching your every reaction, expecting the denial he always thought heâd find if he confessed his love, but instead you met him halfway. A simple and tender touch of lips made both of your bodies combust. Eyes meeting for half a second before he pulls you closer to him again and you obliged to his wants, because kissing him was all you had on your mind since you were thirteen.
               His hands were firmly on your hips pulling you to him as you were quick to put each leg on either side of his left leg, your hands messing up his hair, the kiss was hungry, urgent, just like his hands as he explored your back, ass and thighs. None of you cared about breathing, it was an inconvenient at best, you could live without air, but you couldnât live without feeling each otherâs lips anymore.
               You whined as his lips disconnected from your mouth finding your jaw, teeth sinking into your skin as you pulled Jonghoâs hair, the moan reverberating on your skin. Your whole body ignited at that sound, wanting to hear it more, you needed to hear it more. As you let your body weigh down, you felt his thigh under you, God how you imagined this scenario so many times before. Instinctively you started to move your hips slowly against his thigh, making him stop kissing your neck and look up at you.
               One of his hands hugged your thigh, the other firm on your waist as your movements became more preeminent. As your head finally lowered finding his hungry eyes observing your features as you rocked your hips on his thigh, embarrassment quickly flooded you, making you stop and try to move away from him. Instead of letting you, his hand on your thigh found your back and pulled you closer to him.
               You could feel the pool in between your legs, the arousal making you uncomfortable, begging you to continue, but something was holding you back, and you couldnât stare at Jongho in the eyes. As his arm enveloped your waist, his left hand found your face, fingers lightly on your chin making you meet his eyes.
               The hunger was still there, the lust, but they were tender, careful, the effect of feeling secured in his embrace along with the eyes of admiration and understanding made your whole body burn as he pulled you closer, locking your lips again. It was calm, almost experimental. Your arms were quick on his shoulders as your hands found the nap of his neck, one of them playing with his hair as the kissed deepened.
               It was only when you felt his hands on your hips guide you across his thigh and the friction you felt making you moan in between the kiss, that you forced the break eyeing him curious. The smirk was present, but it wasnât cocky, it was wholesome.
               âAm I dreaming?â
               He chuckled as he pulled you closer to him by your hips, moving them so gently on top of his thigh as he flexed them, thanks to the clothes the movement wasnât very perceptive, also because you buckled your hips up as you felt his muscle against your clothed core, making him chuckle a little more.
               âSo, youâve dreamed about me?â
               âJjong, pleaseâŠ,â his hands again moved your hips against his thigh making you bite your lip but not break eye contact this time. âI may have had a few dreams about you yes.â
               âDid I made you feel good on them?â You nodded as his hands pulled your hips down, flexing his thigh as you were now in control of your own hips. âIâve had them too, you know?â Your half-lidded eyes causing his pants to be an even bigger bothersome as a small moan left your mouth. âWe donât have to do this if you donât want to.â
               âJjong?â
               âYeah?â
               âShut up and make me feel good, yeah?â
               âAnything for you, my love.â
               With that his mouth lashed back into yours as he guided your hips across his thighs. As you couldnât help but keep your mouth open from the stimulation, his mouth found your neck, going all the way down to your chest, open mouth kisses being left on the open cleavage, eyes on you at every single movement he made.
               You were so busy riding his thigh that you barely realized his hands were no longer on your hips as one of them went under your shirt, the tips of his fingers tingling against your burning skin as his other hand had a grip on your thigh. The build up on your lower stomach making it harder for you to concentrate as his hands grabbed those both parts of your body, you were sure your waist would have the imprint of his hands.
               âOh God, please-fuck,â your breathing was hollow, your legs ached but you couldnât stop, it was too close to grasp, your fingers digging onto Jonghoâs shoulder as you felt his lips on your neck again, his hand on your thigh pulling it more apart making your whole body weigh rest on his thigh as he flexed it once again, making a cried moan leave your lips, âfuck, Jjong, so good.â
               âLet it go sweetheart, Iâm here, this is just the first of the night,â you shot your eyes open finding the smirk present and he quickly gave you a peck on the lips, hands back on your hips as he kept making you move them, âuse me for now, I wanna see you come undone on my thigh, please.â
               It was the âpleaseâ that made you lose it.
               Your whole body trembled as you pulled Jonghoâs face close to you as his hands gently moved your hips running you out of your high as your swollen lips let go of his own. He was glowing under you, his eyes were shining like a stary night and all you wanted was for this to never end, if it were a dream so you would never wake up.
               As his hands came back into roaming your body, you came to your senses.
               You had just cum by riding his thigh.
               He saw the small panic look in your eyes and pulled you closer to him, kissing your lips as he lifted you up, his right leg quickly joining the left under you as you straddled him properly. Once again pulling you down on him, making you feel his bulge under you, making you both moan before making eye contact.
               âThis is real.â
               âAs real as it can be sweetheart,â he pulled you closer again kissing you tenderly as you rocked your hips against the outline of his cock, a moan escaping both your mouths as you allowed your weight down on his lap. âAre you sure you wanna keep going?â
               âDo you?â
               âI asked you first,â his small smile was back as you backed away from him, although you never stopped moving your hips, feeling him getting harder and harder under you, closing his eyes trying to control his breathing making you smile. âSweetheart, I love you, but I canât keep going unless you tell me you want me to.â
               âI thought I said I wanted you to make me feel good, baby bear.â
               You smile as your hands went to the back of his head playing with his hair pulling slightly making him groan, your smile widening at that as his hands gripped your ass squeezing it harshly making you moan.
               âGuess I shall make your dreams come true then.â
               âPlease do.â
               He smiled as in a swift move he turned you both and put you on the couch, your hips on the edge with him between your legs. Although you said it was okay, his eyes still lingered on your face as he unbuttoned your jeans sliding them away from your body before tossing them somewhere in the fort. Your thighs shut as his hands went to your knees, gently putting force to see if you were having second thoughts.
               Why was he so thoughtful and careful?
               You decided that after this, was your time to make him feel good, but right now you wanted his head between your thighs. At that you spread your legs, a mix of embarrassment and confident took hold of your body as you watched him take in your soaked panties. His eyes finding yours once again and you nodded, feeling the tingle in the base of your stomach coming back.
               His fingers taking the last piece of fabric between you and his mouth, ever so gently, still watching every single one of your reactions. The truth was, neither of you could believe this was happening, it all felt like a dream, but it was real. It was real and Jongho would do his best for this to be the best night of your life.
               As your panties finally met the ground, his eyes focused on your dripping cunt as you held the urge to close your legs, but he noticed the twitch, his focused was on you as he slowly and gently held your legs open, his lips kissing all the way to your left knee to your mid-thigh, before closing in on your hip, looking at you one last time, finding pure lust in your eyes, making him smile as his lips finally met your throbbing clit.
               The gasp came in sync with the jolt of your hips, but Jongho was faster holding them down with a smirk that made you roll your eyes. He was having fun with all your reactions; you couldnât pretend you werenât enjoying it as well seeing the smudge grin on his face. Before you could say anything, his lips found your clit again, but this time, kitty licks were added to it, making you squirm a little as he held your hips down.
               He licked a long stripe at your dripping cunt before starting to suck on your clit, making your back arch as you moaned loudly, your right hand quickly finding his hair pulling it harshly as you were still a little dazed from your previous orgasm. Your hips quickly moving trying to build more friction as Jongho lifted your left leg over the couch, holding you open with his right side as his left hand left your hips, one finger quickly prying at your entrance as he sucked in on your clit.Â
               Once his face left your cunt, two fingers quickly entered you, as he curled them inside, a small kiss was left on your clit making you jolt and whine before forcing his face back into your throbbing bud of nerve as his fingers nimbly worked you up to your second orgasm of the night. You left hand finding your breast and squeezing it just enough to help you build the pressure.
               âFuck Jjong, keep going like this, fuck!â
               âYou like my fingers or my mouth better?â
               As you didnât answer he slowed down his movements making you groan.
               âBoth, fuck, please! I canât choose, Jjong, please, I like both!â
               âGood girl, so, cum on them, please sweetheart.â        Â
               Your hand pulled more of his hair making the groan reverberate through your body from your clit. God how he knew how to use his mouth and fingers! As you felt your second orgasm coming your legs started to shake and Jongho picked up the pace, his fingers curling inside of you are he went back to suck on your clit.
               You cursed before a screamed moan leave your lips, legs trembling as your whole body felt heavy, limbs falling into the couch as he helped you out of your high. Closing your legs gently before getting up and to get you some water and a wet cloth. As he did that, your eyes found the tent in his pants, holding his wrist, his attention quickly falling back on you.
               âWhere you going?â
               âGetting you some water and something to clean you up.â
               âAre we already done?â
               He smiled at your question. You were clearly fucked out, and yet you forced your legs out of the couch, eyes focused on him.
               âUse your words sweetheart, what do you want?â
               He squatted in front of you, his lips and nose glistering with your juice, and God you wanted to feel them again, and so you leaned in catching him by surprise at first before he cages you against the couch, your legs opening again as stood there in between them, kissing you like his life depended on it, while his hands held you like you were glass. A small peck was left on his lips as one of your hands held his face, the thumb lingering on his perfectly swollen cupidâs bow lips, a smile forming in yours.
               âI donât want this to end, please Jjong, please I need you, I need all of you.â
               âFuck-â he murmured under his breath as he looked down at your cunt, at the mess you had made on the couch, the mess he helped create. His eyes lingered on the tent in his pants, how his hard leaking cock was already painfully present and all he could think about was you and how youâd feel around his cock. âIâm not fucking you on the couch.â
               âThen take me to your room,â you caged him with your legs on his waist and arms on his neck, his laugh brought a light smile to your lips, God you loved that man, you loved every little piece of him, and you wanted him so badly right now. âStop being such a gentleman, I know you want this as much as I do.â
               âOne of us need to keep our minds clear.â
               âCâmon baby bear, please!â You whined with a pout making him smile as his eyes focused on your face, his hands lazily on your thigh and waist, you knew you had him. âIâll be good, promise.â
               âI just still think Iâm dreaming?, I guess?â
               âYou are not,â you laughed kissing him gently on the lips, feeling him wrapping his arm around your waist as grip your thigh tighter, âyou know how I know this isnât a dream?â
               âHow, oh my oh mighty?â
               You hit his shoulder making you both laugh before play with his hair, pulling it out of his face, a small smile plastered on both your lips.
               âBecause this is so much better than any other dream I had of us.â
               At the raising of his eyebrows, you giggled pulling him in for another kiss.
               âSo, we never actually had sex on any of your dreams?â
               âThatâs classified information, only to be revealed after the act.â
               You laughed loudly as he rolled his eyes to the back of his head, but gasping at the sudden yank he gave to your body, making both arms and legs hold him tighter, one hand firmly on your thigh as his other arm, held you by the waist making you giggle as you both left the fort heading towards his room. Your lips finding his neck kissing every single space you could, feeling his fingers sink more into your skin.
               As he let you on to the bed you finally let go of him, his hands quick to take off your shirt as yours worked swiftly to remove his own shirt and pants, and soon, the only piece of clothing either of you had was the boxers he was wearing. Precum staining the fabric already stretch out because of how hard Jongho was. Your eyes fixed on his boxers, he was thick, a little longer than usual, but thick.
               You barely noticed his fingers finding your jaw until the moment he lifted your head to face him, a smirk plastered on his lips as he noticed your eyes lingering on his body. You had seen him without a shirt before, you know he is built, he just preferred to hide his muscles and you didnât mind that one bit. If not showing his physic he already had a line of women and men after him, if they could see him like this, it would multiply by the hundred.
               No, this was all for you.
               He was yours.
               He loved you.
               Just like you loved him.
               Your eyes fall to his boxers again with a questioning look, making him chuckle before taking those out. If you thought your mouth was watering, now it had truly become a waterfall. He was a little longer than average, but he was so thick. You reached your hand to touch him, but his hand quickly stopped you.
               âCâmon Jjong, let me help.â
               A simple nod and you started to work on him, the precum quickly being used as part of lubricant as your lips found the red leaking head, a small kiss left there, just like he had done with your clit on the couch not long ago. Your knees quickly finding the ground as you were quick to lick his shaft, the moans that left his mouth only igniting the fire inside you.
               Your mouth and hand worked skillfully on him, his hand tangled to your hair helping guide the pace, every so often youâd look up only to meet him with his eyes closed and mouth open, small moans leaving his lips as you worked him up. A smirk always present as you noticed the reaction of your body to your hands and mouth on his cock.
               â(y/n),â he was breathless and although you raised your head towards him, your hands didnât stop moving, âfuck, your mouth is so perfect, you are perfect.â
               You took him into your mouth once again. You knew he was close. He started to thrust into you, controlling more of your head movements, he wasnât gonna last long. You felt him empty himself on your throat the same moment the most beautiful moan you ever hear came out of his lips, you took it all in, swallowing quickly as he pulled you in for another kiss.
               Your legs were still trembling from earlier, but it didnât matter as held your body close to him.
               His taste on your mouth, your taste on his.
               âJjong, please.â
               You whined against his lips as he nodded guiding you to the bed. The mattress sinking under you as you laid on your back, your legs open so he could fit in between them, his cock already getting hard again as he pumped himself up.
               âYou sure about this?â You nodded as he reached for the drawer, already knowing he was looking for a condom, the change in expression was all you needed to know. He didnât have one. âFuck, (y/n) I-â
               âI trust you.â
               You pulled his face to you, kissing him gently before locking your legs around him.
               âAre you sure?â You just nodded before he kissed you again. âIâll pull it out.â
               In all honesty all you wanted was him inside of you, to feel him fully, nothing else mattered.
               You felt his tip at your entrance, his eyes went to you once again, doubt filling them up.
               âJongho, Iâm not a virgin, Iâve had sex before.â
               Despite the words, your tone was serene. You knew him well enough to know he was scared to hurt you, the thing was, you knew he never would.
               âBut this is your first time with me, and I intend to make it the most pleasurable to you, I donât care about anything else but that.â
               His lips found yours once again. As his tongue slipped into your mouth you felt him stretching you out, a moan leaving your lips as he moved to kiss your neck. Slowly, every inch of you was touched by Jongho. You had never felt fuller in your life. As you opened your eyes, his were careful watching your reactions.
               âYou can move,â you bit your bottom lip as his hips started to move back and forth, you could feel every inch of him. Slowly he picked up the pace, thrusting into you, hitting your cervix every time he thrusted in too deeply, but you couldnât care less, especially not when his fingers found your clit, circle movement making you moan in pleasure as his thrusts gotten sloppier. âFuck, Jjong, ye-yes! Please, right fucking there, oh fuc-fuck-fuck!â
               âYou are so tight, so perfect for me, taking me so well sweetheart,â his lips found your again and both hands held your waist again holding you in place, âfuck I wonât last long.â
               âMe neither, fuck!â
               You bit down his shoulder, your nails digging into his back, the scratch marks were probably gonna be visible for quite some time. Jongho hid his face on your neck biting down as his thrusts got deeper, erratic, neither of you would last long. His thrusts quickly slowed down, but before you could complain, his hand was back into your clit, circle quick movements as his thrusts kept being sloppier. He wanted you to come first.
               At that you held your breasts, pinching your nipples as you allowed yourself to feel everything he was giving you. As you clenched even more around him, both cussed and moan loudly. The third wave finally hit you as one of your hands squeezed your boob, while the other found his forearm that was moving your clit, hold it to a stop.
               With a small nod he pulled out, hand already pumping himself as he watched you underneath him, like he had always wanted you to be, like he had always dreamed. White stripes of hot cum soon were splattered around your torso, one hitting high enough to reach your chin, making the two of you laugh as Jongho collapsed on your side.
               âLetâs get you cleaned up, yeah?â
               Before you could say anything, he got up heading to the bathroom. You could hear water running before steps could be heard. His hands worked quickly and carefully to clean you up, taking extra care with the overstimulated areas. You took your time to observe him.
               You were definitely lucky to have him.
               The giggle that escaped your lips making his eyes snap at you, a tint of red appearing on his ears as he put the towel away, ignoring your giggles as he went to grab you two a bottle of water returning to the room, finding you in the same position, a small smile plastered on your lips. All you did was point to the side of the bed with your head and he smiled pulling the covers, as he knew you two would soon feel cold.
               His back to the mattress as your leg went over his. His arm stretched out as your head laid on his shoulder, the tips of his fingers caressing your bare skin light enough to tickle at points. Your arm going towards his neck, a small caress on his cheek before he faced you. A silent conversation. Realization of what had happened. The dream was real. You two liked each other. Loved each other.
               âI love you, baby bear.â
               âI love you, sweetheart,â he kissed your forehead pulling you in closer, making you giggle. âYou are everything I could ever need or want, thank you for choosing me.â
               âIâll always choose you, Jjong.â
               A small simple kiss, but full of meaning was the last exchange that happened between you two before you two fell asleep.
               As the sun entered the room, you groaned stretching your sore muscles, realizing an arm was around your waist, you were naked and not in your room. Your head quickly snapped remembering what had happened the night before, finding a sleepy Jongho hugging you like his life depended on it. A small smile took form on your lips as everything came back to you, making you realize it really wasnât a dream.
               âIâd stop moving if I was you,â heâs hoarse morning voice made an electric current flow throughout your body and reach your core, you knew your body was sabotaging you, making you hyper aware of the growing hard on Jongho had up your ass, how his hand was so close to your breasts, âyou know, morning wood is not funâŠâ
               You laughed, receiving a groan from Jongho as he pulled you even closer to him, hiding his nose on the nape of your neck. The small tap on his arm around your waist was enough for him to loosen up his grip, but before he could complain you were facing him, hyper aware of his hard cock pressing your lower belly. His questioning eyes at your smirk was everything it took for him to shut up.
               âLuckly, you have someone to help you with thatâŠâ
               Your hand swiftly moved in between your bodies finding Jonghoâs hard cock, playing with the tip, observing his face change expressions as you worked on his morning wood.
               âYou donât have to-â
               âI know, but I want to.â
               Your body moved up and away just enough so his cock was at your entrance, your hand holding it still as your leg went above his hips, allowing you to grind on his cock, wetting it on your own dripping cunt. Both moaning lowly as his hand fell on your hip, your hand quickly putting the tip of his cock at your entrance.
               âFuck- have I told you, you are perfect already?â
               âI could use the reassurance.â
               You giggled as you felt him enter you, he almost stopped at your expression. You were still sore from last night and he was thicker than normal, but you held him in place, nodding as he kept pulling inch by inch inside of you, until you were full, staying like for a while, just until you felt adjusted to his size, feeling him twitch inside you from time to time, clenching around him whenever that happened making you both laugh at that.
               âJjong?â He hummed, eyes picking up on you as you called his name. âCan you please, move?â
               âWill you be okay?â
               âMhm, promise, just move, please.â
               As his length moved slowly in and out of you, the moans that escaped your mouths at every breath, yours considerably louder than his, as he also took the time to kiss along your neck as your hands messed up his hair even more.
               This time it wasnât rushed, not that last night had been, but this time it was different, more intimate. You could feel your orgasm arriving, you knew he was close as to how he grabbed your hips at every thrust.
               You two were so into the moment, that you barely noticed how three voices entered the apartment, how they were quick to move things around, or how steps started to grow closer to the rooms.
               âGOD FORSAKEN FU- SHUT THE FUCKING DOOR NEXT TIME!â
               You both stopped at the exact moment Wooyoungâs screams reverberated through the walls of the apartment. Jongho quick to cover you up the best he could before eyeing the door, he could see shadows on the wall, he knew the guys were waiting for him to tell that it was okay to pass to their rooms.
               Although he panicked, you couldnât help but laugh, making him laugh as well before giving you a small kiss before slipping out of you, making you whine at the loss of not only his warmth temperature, but also the emptiness you felt inside. Jongho quickly picked up a random sweatpant and headed towards the door, looking at you for a second before smiling and shutting the door behind him, only to find all three of his roommates with shit eating grins on their faces, despite what had just happened.
               Before any of them could say anything, Jongho lifted his finger with a death stare, more specifically directed to Wooyoung who had the cockiest smile the youngest had ever seen. With an annoyed sigh Jongho pointed to his room with his head before opening his mouth, words most directly to Wooyoung than any of the other two.
               âShut it! I donât wanna hear it!â Wooyoung was the first to try to say something after Jonghoâs words, but San quickly eyed him as Yeosang pushed him further on the hallway putting a hand in front of wooyoungâs mouth, leaving both Choiâs behind. The youngest however looked at San with a soft smile as both eyed the door to Jonghoâs room before speaking again. âYou were right, I was an idiot, okay? Just give us a few minutes.â
               âYou know Wooyoung wonât let you live it out of it, right?â
               Both laughed at Sanâs words knowing it to be true.
               âHe can say whatever he wants man, I honestly only care about her, if she doesnât mind his antics, I couldnât care less.â
               âIâm happy for you, Jjong.â
               San said with a small smile, a hand rested on Jonghoâs shoulder as he passed the youngest heading to his own bedroom. With a sigh, he opened the door to his room finding you looking at the door with a small smile before tapping on the bed, making him laugh and take a few steps before you stop him pointing to his sweats before you speak again.
               âNo clothes allowed in, câmon, take those off.â
               âYou are a menace, you know that?â His sweats were soon on the floor as he joined you in bed, holding you close in his arms. âI think they can control Wooyoung for like thirty minutes.â
               âSo, we better make the best of those thirty minutes.â
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It wasnât until the click on the lock resounded in your skull that you realized you were now in Hongjoongâs office, standing awkwardly before his desk still trying to wrap your head around what you just saw. He was quiet, only the sound of his breathing indicating that he was behind you: deep inhales and shaky exhales.Â
Swallowing hard and licking your dry lips, you managed to call out. âCaptainâŠ?â It was all you could manage because where exactly did you start with the questions? Hell, what even were your questions?
âI know. Fuck I know.â Grumbling he moved around you and leaned back against his desk, head slumped forward. âI would ask you to ignore the things he said, but we both know thatâs not going to happen. Youâre too stubborn.â
Hongjoong had been neither welcoming nor unwelcoming until this point, seemingly giving you orders just to keep you busy or because that was his job, but really you couldnât figure out the enigmatic Captain. You knew he valued the opinion of his team, the Vice the most, and that he would do things without an explanation and they all just trusted him enough not to ask. But you were also well aware some things that had been said just didnât add up to what you expected a unit like this to run: maybe it was more so that it was things your unit would never say or do.
The sudden thought was jarring, a frown pulling at your lips. You shouldnât be thinking about them when they werenât your unit anymore- and they proved the way they did things was just not for you either.
Was it any better here?
Before you could dwell on that question, Hongjoong continued. âTo answer one of the questions I know is in your head: yes we do have sexual relations with each other in the unit. Did you think I, or San for that matter, flirted just to do so?â
âTo be honest, I refused to give it much thought.â You replied dryly, still reeling a bit. To think they would be open about sex with each other? Not only coworkers, but other men. How were they so open minded to such concepts but were so adamant about not needing you or welcoming you? Hell, Jongho continued on a daily basis to remind you that he didnât like you. Did they think you were going to judge them?
Did they think you were going to be such a priss about it?
One glance at Hongjoong and you relaxed: of course, they thought you were. These men were a tightly knit group, and you were an outsider forced upon them. They trusted each other, now realizing on a much deeper level than you suspected, and they didnât want you a part of that.
That shouldnât hurt.
âBut itâs not really my business is it? Itâs not like youâre making me watch, nor forcing me into the same boat. Who you all fuck is really not my concern.â You clarified, attempting to ease the frown on his brow.Â
It just deepened, your name tumbling from his lips. âWe know itâs against regulations and policy-â
âAnd? You think Iâm going to tell anyone? Would make me a fucking hypocrite, probably.â You scoffed.
He tilted his head in confusion. âThought you didnât do anything with your last unit?â
âDoesnât mean I didnât want to.â You fixed him with a hardened stare. âNot that they wouldâve done anything, they are so adamant about following the rules. And Iâd rather you not press. That is what you want to tell me, isnât it? Keep my nose out of it as much as I can?â
His eyes widened a bit at your attitude, shaking his head as he stood up. âThatâs not- fuck. You seem upset about that.â
âWhy would I be upset?â Okay, the way you snapped it out definitely said you were. Trying to take a deep breath, you shut your eyes for a moment. âWith all due respect Captain, Iâm not here to get close or be nice; I just want to do my job and help where I can. One unit has already kicked me to the curb, I would rather that not be repeated, so you can rest assured I wonât do anything to draw the boardâs attention. It would be the word of a troublemaker against yours anyways, and that is a battle not worth my time. So if you want me to keep my nose out of your personal life, so be it. Is there anything else you wanted to say?â
Opening your eyes to his mouth hanging open wasnât what you expected, but the lack of immediate response was enough of an answer for you. âVery well, Iâll take my leave.â You turned on your heel with a hardened expression, reaching the door quickly and stumbling with the lock.
The door was slammed shut before you got to open it far, Captainâs hand holding it shut while the other caged you in. Again he muttered your name, breath fanning against the back of your head telling you just how close he was. You attempted to ignore the way your heartbeat skyrocketed, and the heat that tinged your ears.
âYes, Captain?â You breathed out in response, hand still on the handle and not moving.
âI didnât bring you here to warn you to stay out of it⊠Iâm offering to give you an explanation to any questions you have.â
His tone was sweet, soft, almost pleading⊠and it disarmed you in a way you didnât like. âI donât have any questions right now, Captain. Iâm still trying to process all that happened.â The questions that did come to mind werenât ones you believed he could answer- no he wasnât the one you wanted to ask. âWhen should I expect field work?â You asked instead, turning your head slightly and breath catching in your throat.
Hard to ignore how gorgeous he was when his face was right there.
âIâll talk with Seonghwa, weâll figure out how to implement you into the field and then Wooyoung and San will brief you before you go. Give us a few days to put it together, alright firecracker?â His thumb was on your chin, turning you a bit more so you were more face to face.
You felt almost hypnotized by how soft he was, the touch solidifying that even more for you. âA-alright Captain. What should I do for now?â
âHow about you head home for the day and just relax? Go over your notes or go to the shooting range downtown? One of the others can go with you?â He ran his thumb just under your lip, gaze dipping before a second before locking onto yours. âWould you like that?â
âMaybe. Iâll take the day off then.â You werenât sure you wanted to be here anyways. Not without looking at all of them and trying to figure out who fucked who. Wooyoungâs earlier comment about the Captain and his office got to you- maybe thatâs why you were so easily swayed by him right now?
He hummed lowly, dropping his hand and stepping back. âGood girl. Donât worry about the rest. Go on.â He stepped away and leaned back against his desk, giving you ample space to leave.
You were too flustered to do anything but nod and leave. Didnât even glance at the others, just headed for your desk.
San, the ever knight-in-shining-armor rushed after you though, calling your name.
âYes?â Still feeling a bit dazed, you glanced up at him, chest tight as you were reminded of his injuries. âYou didnât have to run after me.â
âYou donât look okay, I was worried.â He looked you over, bringing his good hand up to your forehead and frowning. âYou look like you have a fever but you're not that warm.âÂ
âSan- Iâm just overwhelmed, please.â With much more calm than you were feeling, you reached up and grabbed his hand off your head. âI need to know though⊠about Wooyoung-â
âItâs just physical, I promise.â He interrupted, almost panicking. âHe shouldnât have- that wasnât how- fuck Iâm sorry you-â
You cupped his face, stopping his ramblings. âItâs okay, Iâm not judging you or anything Sannie. Just⊠surprised. Itâs⊠itâs just a lot to process. I knew you guys did things differently, I just didnât expect this I guess? Donât think this changes anything.â
He softened into a pout, bringing his hand to cover yours. âYou fit in so well here sweetcheeks, I wish you knew that.â
You smiled wryly, pulling your hands away. âI donât think I do. Iâll see you tomorrow, get some rest, okay?â You patted his uninjured shoulder as you passed him, not giving him a chance to prove you wrong as you rushed out the door.
You didnât even grab your coffee.
San returned to the back to see that chaos was one thin string away from exploding everywhere. Hongjoong stepped out of his office and fixed Wooyoung with a glare as he advanced.
âW-W-Wait a second Captain! We can talk about this- ngh!â Wooyoung scrambled back against his desk, just to be yanked forward by the collar.Â
âWhat the fuck was that? Huh Detective? Did you forget you are part of this fucking unit, that you are technically working as a policeman?â Hongjoong gritted his teeth, nearly throwing the man to the floor. âYou nearly fucked up a little too much!â
Wooyoung tumbled to the floor, grabbing his glasses that had fallen in the process. âNone of you told me about her!? What the fuck did you want me to do?â
âKeep your mouth shut!â San was the one to belt the words out, stepping over to his partner and planting his foot into his side. âInstead you just rambled and ranted in Wooyoung fashion. How the fuck does she know you as Mito? She wasnât supposed to know!â
Yunho pulled San back, taking note of how pissed he was. âShe shouldâve been gone before you got back.â He winced when San shrugged him off, putting distance between him and the others.
âThen why isnât she? Will someone explain to me what the fuck I missed and why youâre getting all huffy over a broad that âshouldâve been goneâ? Huh?â Wooyoung looked around, spotting Yeosang and relaxing a bit. âSangie?â
Yeosang fixed him with a slightly colder stare than usual, tension in his jaw. âYou shouldâve asked instead of questioning how none of us fucked her yet. Sheâs a detective, not one of the women your mother- youâre used to being around.â
Wooyoung narrowed his eyes as he pushed himself up onto his knees. âWere you about to bring my motherâs work into this?â His voice was dangerously low, the already heavy tension growing in the room.
Yeosang seemed just as taken back by his own words, shaking his head and glancing down at the drink in his hand. Wooyoung took notice, then glanced at San who was still watching him with a fixed glare. With a look of understanding, he stood up. âGot it, fine. Anyone willing to fill me in? Or do you want me to continue trying to fuck her?â
The way San straightened just confirmed Wooyoungâs suspicions. But it was Hongjoong that answered, arms crossed over his chest. âShe was forced to transfer from her old unit. Higher-ups approved her transfer here-â
âLetâs be honest, they were hoping she would throw us off.â Jongho spoke up, reminding them he was there as he put his gun back together. âAnd at this rate, she will. Some of you are getting too fucking buddy buddy and thatâs going to blow everything we worked for if she digs too much.â
âWell if she is going to blow it, Wooyoung just gave her plenty of ammunition. Should we move up our plans?â Yunho chided in, standing up and stretching. âMingi and I already set up the bait like you asked. Itâs only a matter of time before itâs taken.â
Seonghwa shook his head. âIf she was going to be a whistleblower, I feel like she would have been given an offer by the higher-ups: give them information to tear us apart and all her bad rep goes away. With how much she misses her old unit, I assume they still might give her the ultimatum. What do you think, Joong? You pulled her aside to gauge what she would do with this information.â
Hongjoong shrugged, shaking his head. âHard to tell. She said she wouldnât, that she doesn't care what we do. I think she was being honest. You would know better though, wouldnât you San?â He glanced over at him. âYouâve been with her the most.â
âShe wonât. Itâs not harming anyone so she wonât feel the need to do anything about it. And if she is offered redemption for information on us, she wonât do that either. She feels pretty betrayed by her last unit for kicking her this way, so she wouldnât do anything that would cause us harm, despite some of us deserving it.â San snarled at Wooyoung and then glanced at Jongho. âSheâs loyal to her own moral code, probably loyal to some of her old unit but she doesnât feel as if she has to work with them to be loyal. Higher-ups wonât do anything to jeopardize that unit.â
âBut the other enemies might. They catch wind of her-â
âDonât even entertain that idea, Jongho.â San stepped forward.
Seonghwa sighed, sharing a look with Hongjoong. âI think we have to make a decision, as a group. Either way is going to be a risk. We either fight for her to transfer out, or we decide to integrate her.â
A chorus of protests rang through the office, some louder than others.Â
âThen we fight for the transfer?â
Wooyoung scoffed. âYeah no, let me get this straight first. That beautiful woman gets forced to transfer out of her last unit and ends up here because the higher-ups insist?â
âApparently she requested it because they made her choose- and we are the farthest from her last precinct.â Seonghwa mumbled, indulging the information she had said in their office. âThe board and commissioner just pushed it instead of trying for elsewhere.â
âOkay okay- so she is forced to transfer by the unit, the very people she trusted, and was hurt enough by that to go as far as she could from them? Yeah?â He looked around, some of them unable to look them in his eyes. âAnd it sounded like you all gave her piss poor treatment since she got here.â
âSounds about right.â Even Jongho looked away, a little guilty.
Wooyoung scoffed, rolling his eyes. âAnd yet some of you are getting so fucking offended over my talk of having her on my cock- that right fucking there Choi San, youâre obvious.â He pointed at his friend who had stepped forward ready to punch him. âSo we are just gonna- what- push her away and break her even more because none of us want to give her a chance?â
The atmosphere felt even more grim as his words weighed on their shoulders.
âItâs not as simple as that- we worked too hard to take that chance!â Jongho stood up, fire blazing in his eyes. âI'm not going to let her problems get in the way of what we already accomplished! So what if she gets hurt? If she canât trust us or blames us for turning her away? You want her to sacrifice the things we have? Want this to be her life?â
âJongho has a point- we accepted this, all of us made this our responsibility because of our own reasons, our own choice. We canât expect her to do the same. Does she even have any ties, Yeosang?â Yunho glanced over at the quiet man, who just shook his head. âShe made it personal over a dead kid she arrested a few times? Big whoop.â
San narrowed his eyes on Yunho. âWhen did you find out about that? It was just Hwa and I-â
âHeard you talking it over with her.â Mingi grumbled next to him, apparently in a sour mood.
Hongjoong cleared his throat. âThen I think you two would find that the most relatable, wouldnât you? With your own experiences?â
Mingi scoffed, shifting into the chair but Hongjoong continued. âYou couldâve been that dead kid Mingi, you know that. We all know that. But officer Jeong-â
âCaptain, I know where you are going with this and please donât. We donât need you comparing her to my dead fucking father.â Yunho fixed the smaller man with an intense glare.
âSure we do. If we keep her on, itâs likely sheâll meet the same fate.â Hongjoong was unphased as Yunho slammed his hands on the desk, pivoting on his foot to step away and run his now shaking hand through his hair. âSo you agree?â
Wooyoung rolled his eyes. âBack to what I was saying! Our options are to force her onto another team, which sounds like she is the type to get in way over her head wherever she is anyways, or take her on fully and let her help. And it seems like you already gave her plenty of ammunition on the green vipers, which, Iâm assuming is where her personal vendetta you so graciously mentioned came from? If weâre talking about that newest kid that got killed- who is to say she wonât do what some of us have thought of?â
Several men in the room stiffened, guilty of the assumption.Â
San was the first to speak after a drawn-out silence. âShe would too. You donât have to spend much time with her to know she would. Fuck! I donât like what youâre implying, Wooyoung!â
âIâm not the only one. Right Captain?â Wooyoung smirked at him. âYouâre so pissy with me because I forced your hand too soon, but this was your plan? She fits in here, I noticed that and I just met the chick.â
All attention switched to Hongjoong, his own expression impassive. It was a gentle nudge from Seonghwa that had him speaking up. âSheâs made incredible progress, even suggesting something we hadnât thought of. Mentally she is a great detective, and strategist, and would make a valuable asset to the team-â
âYou have to be fucking kidding me? You canât be serious, Captain!â Jongho was the one to slap his hands on the desk now, sneering at him. âAbsolutely not!â
âThis isnât just your decision Jongho!â San stepped over to him. âTest her if you want, but she does fit.â
âMaybe on your cock.â Mingi threw out, in an even more sour mood.Â
San rolled his eyes. âFuck you Mingi.â
âCome do it then.â
âQUIET!â Seonghwa yelled out, silencing the room and halting the movements of everyone; even Yunho turned back around to take it all in. âYour Leader was speaking, and you will listen.âÂ
Hongjoong waited until all attention was back on him. âIâm not saying she knows everything, or be completely involved right away, but she would be a valuable asset. So we bring her in, find a place in this all where she could be helpful but wonât infringe on our other works. A few months, maybe a year, and then we can decide. Either she trusts us, works with us, or we handle things properly. After all⊠wouldnât be the first time a cop dies on the job, right?â
With solemn expressions, each one of them nods, calling out in unison âYes, sir.â
Wooyoung took note of a few things that had him believe it wasnât going to be so black and white⊠and he was excited to see how this unfolds.
warnings - chubby!reader, brief mentions of unhealthy eating habits, jongho is soft, reader is hopelessly in love, sad!reader, nicknames (baby, loser)
not proof read bc iâm lazy <3
coming home to an empty apartment after a bad day always sucks
the breakfast pots in the sink taunt you, and the thought of cleaning them up makes you want to slam your head through a brick wall
so you usually leave them, knowing that when you finally find the effort to cook yourself dinner, the pile would just get bigger
although when you feel like this, the likelihood of cooking a proper meal was slim
normally you settle for tinned ravioli warmed in the microwave
it tastes bad and it never stays warm for long, but its quick and easy and thatâs what you need sometimes
but one day when you come home you notice your boyfriendâs mercedes parked right outside, and your canât help the little flutter that your heart does
you practically run through the lobby, up the stairs (you canât wait for an elevator when you know whoâs waiting for you in your apartment) and swing the front door open
and the slam of the door against the wall makes jongho jump, splashing water on himself from your pots hes busy washing
he spins round to stare at you with a look of surprise
âyouâre home, baby,â he smiles, wiping his wet hands on his now already wet jumper and giving you a soft smile, âi wasnât expecting you so early.â
âjongho,â you whimper, bottom lip quivering as you shuffle over to where heâs stood waiting
it takes mere seconds for him to open his arms up to invite you into his warm embrace, and you practically launch yourself into his grip
and heâs warm and soft as he holds you close to him and presses his cheek to the top of your head
âoh, my baby,â his fingers brush an intricate pattern over your back as he lets you sue him for your comfort, âwhat happened?â
âbad day,â you grumble against his chest, âtried to put my favourite trousers on this morning but they didnât fit and i justâŠâ
you trail off, but jongho gets the gist of it
âfuck those trousers,â he grumbles into your hair, âmaking my baby feel shitty about something as natural as putting on weightâŠâ
he lowers a hand to rest it against your soft waist, squeezing the flesh lightly
âhow dare they make you feel so awful when i love you and your body so fucking muchâŠâ
he presses a kiss to your head
âyour tummy, your waist, your thighsâŠâ he squeezes you tightly, âi just think youâre the most beautiful person alive!â
and your giggles as he compliments are like music to his ears
so he continues, brushing his hands against anything he can get hold of as he whispers everything he loves about your body into your ears
your cheeks, back, arms, butt⊠anything is on the table for jongho
he just loves showering you with compliments when you pay him back with your sweet sounds and pretty blushes
âand your hands, baby,â he laced his fingers with yours, âyour little fingers interlock with mine s-â
you cut him off with a soft kiss
itâs gentle, and it only lasts a few seconds, but itâs long enough to shut him up
âshut up, loser,â you joke as you pull back, âdonât overdo it!â
he throws his head back as he laughs
âoverdo it? am i not allowed to make my baby feel better?â he pecks you on the corner of the mouth
âyou are, but now youâre just making me blushâŠâ
you know he doesnât care
jongho lives to make you blush
you stand there in one anotherâs embrace for a while, and by the time you separate, the water on his jumper has dried up completely
it sinks in just how long heâd been stood comforting you, and you couldnât help the butterflies that erupted in your stomach at how much you loved him
because not only had he come over unannounced to spend time with you, but heâd also decided to wash your dirty dishes that he knew would be left there for days if he didnât, and heâd been more than happy to drop that task in favour of comforting your bad mood
and whilst you knew that you loved him, it was at that moment that it sank in just how much you loved him
his aloof personality that he was willing to drop in seconds to reveal his soft centre
his gentle kisses and pretty words that he gave you daily like a mantra he needed to repeat
his plush lips that drew back to reveal the most beautiful gummy smile youâd ever seen before in your life
his soft clothes and fluffy hair that always smelled so enticing that his warm cuddles were impossible to resist
fuck, you were so in loveâŠ
so you stood and stared as he finished your dishes, wondering if it was possible for you to be any more in love than you are right now
right now, it felt like no, but you knew the moment you woke up to pouty lips, youâd fall just a little more
âi love you, yâknowâŠâ
he looks over to you with a cocked brow
âi do know,â he replies, a smirk gracing his face when you pout, âi love you too, baby.â
âyou do?â you goad him
âi wouldnât have come here to clean your apartment while you were at work if i didnât love you,â he chuckles, âwanted to surprise you, and i can guarantee that wouldnât have even crossed my mind if i didnât love you to the moon and back.â
you smile at him
âand i definitely wouldnât have let you cover my jumper with your snot and tears if i wasnât hopelessly in love with youâŠâ
your smile fell
âjongho!â he just laughs, âi wasnât even crying!â
he just chuckles to himself, leaning closer to kiss you
Synopsis: You thought you would be spending the rest of your life tending to the hotel your family ran. While you knew it was common to see bandits come and go in your town, you felt safe in your home. At least safe enough with a weapon at your disposal. However you were no match for eight men who were known to most as outlaws around the plains. What kind of adventures did they go on?
Pairing: ATEEZ poly!ot8 x Reader
Genre: Cowboy/Wild West AU, Fluff, Angst, Smut?, Humor, Romance
Warnings: So I have decided to write smut chapters. However itâs just one per member. So like eight in total. Maybe some things here and there. With that being said. I will not have a taglist on those chapters for fear of having minors tagged. My books are mostly for a general audience because smut isnât my main writing. However with the very small number of chapters I will probably do, itâs best to not tag anyone. I understand some of you have ages but I donât want to struggle with picking out each adult blog. Thank you for understanding.
A/N: I infused some of the ATEEZ lore into the story if you guys wanted to know! Iâm excited to reach those parts and explain how they tie in to the story. Bouncy is also infused here too!
City of Cromer Arc
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Future Chapters TBD
Taglist has close! It is currently full, thank you to everyone following along.
warnings: jealous!jaem, mildly suggestive content and crude language
chat with the girlies popped off last night and the convo involved Jaeminâyk the usualâand how he could possibly be that one insanely jealous bf and this came to life lol
note: was supposed to be posted last night but the medicine knocked me the fuck out â ïž
synopsis welcome to the zhong family shopping center, where almost no one visits! here you can eat at fine establishments, such as dream shakes or best friend chicken; the both of which are managed by two idiots who refuse to confess to each other. it's a good thing there's an entire food hall that's fighting for their love.
pairing manager!mark lee x manager!fem reader
genre crack, mostly crack, slice of life, fluff if you squint really hard, friends to lovers, idk um mall au, mall employee!au
featuring nct 127, nct dream, wayv, aespa, riize, and red velvet, ryan reynolds, michael cera, and song kang (and me and @juyeonszn if you squint hard enough to start seeing things)
warning minors do not interact, this is majority crack, idk if you would consider some of these interactions real i've never worked at a food joint let alone a mall, everyone gaslights johnny but johnny is immune to the gaslighting, other sm idols are bound to show up one chapter or another, this takes place in buttfuck small town minnesota, the usual warnings for smaus such as threats of violence and mentions of bodily fluids and the usual swearing
â” notes i literally pulled this out of my ass in the shower while listening to yogurt shake on loop so i'd like to thank nct dream for making such fun music to write to and get inspired by! if you've seen this before i posted it on my old account
â” zhong family shopping center info
about started on 231030 â ending on ???
scheduled hours every weekday 9am - 10am
â” food hall directory
dream shakes a yogurt shake bar managed by y/n. its primary staff are haechan, ningning, sungchan, and winter. located in the phase 4 food hall beside the mini arcade.
best friend chicken a fried chicken stall managed by mark. it's staffed by jeno, jisung, renjun, and giselle. located across dream shakes in the phase 4 food hall.
chill lemonade a fruit ade joint managed by johnny. his staff include jaehyun, jaemin, hendery, and karina. located across the mini arcade in the phase 4 food hall.
mcdonalds the only chain establishment in the entire mall because that's all the zhong family could afford. managed by ten, its employees include yuta, joy, yangyang, and newcomer kun.
â” episodes
zero. the one where mark enjoys his bidet
one. the one where the pipes are broken
two. the one where mark asks y/n out
three. the one where there is a chav ghost baby
four. the one where y/n might have the nervous shits
five. the one where y/n tries mark's bidet
six. the one where yuta deep fries a condom
seven. the one where jaemin is fxckinqqq high men
eight. the one where y/n is annoying
nine. the one where chenle buys y/n a trenta sized drink
ten. the one where jeno goes blind
eleven. the one where johnny's gf is pregnant again
twelve. the one where minjeong and ningning are in the closet
thirteen. the one where ningning is an evil genius mastermind
fourteen. the one where minjeong practices her emmy awards speech
fifteen. the one where mark and y/n get locked in a closet
sixteen. the one where jeno reads fanfiction
seventeen. the one where chenle wants to walk to boston
eighteen. the one where jisung dips his hands in the deep fryer
a/n: i know i was supposed to post this on friday oops đ i justâŠhave so many thoughts when it comes to love and these boys are some of my greatest muses
genre: fluff/slice-of-life maybe, just love, different types of love, young dumb broke kids in love, LOVE, idk did i say theyâre in love yet, tw: mentions of kissing & hickeys lol
word count: 1.4k (idk either man)
MARK
gif credits: @jsuhâ
that moment when you realize how much someone truly loves you
guitars that have so many stickers, you can barely see the wood
buying a new fuzzy blanket
the little scratch of stubble when you kiss
laughing when his glasses poke you in the forehead
falling asleep with your legs on top of his on the couch
massaging his head when heâs had a long day
oversized sweatshirts to avoid the paparazzi when heâs coming over
long facetime calls even though itâs three in the morning in his time
voice messages instead of texts bc he wants to hear your voice
hearing your voice in a song
turning your little doodles into the cover of his next solo
whispers about the future that dissolve into the hot summer sky as he looks at you with eyes filled with hope
musky cologne that reminds you of the forest after it rains
a/n: and here is the first of the wips! i know this was supposed to come out on friday and now it's almost wednesday but it's out and that's worth something, right? i hope you love this little fluff piece + mark as much as i do!
word count: 5.1k
tags:Â finance bro mark and y/n, slice of life, mostly fluff, kinda your typical suburban modern day couple, idk theyâre just good ppl who experience a slow and sweet romance, oh! and mark sucks at beer pong
sorry, is this seat taken?
you pride yourself on not being a very superficial person. you always look deeper into a person of interest and in the past, your friends have made fun of you because you never seemed to find the people they thought were attractive very hot at all.
he seems like he swears at his mom. they give off the impression that they are rude to waitstaff. i donât care how hot she is, sheâs literally fighting with a customer service worker for no reason.
did it mean that your ability to look past superficial identity led to you giving some pretty sketchy people second chances? maybe. but usually, it did more good than harm.
but for all of your in depth thinking, you realize that youâre just as superficial as every last one of your friends when the man of your dreams asks you to marry him.
what he really says is, âis this seat taken?â but it all sounds the same when youâre half in love.
with dark eyes that are bright and shine with innocent curiosity, slender lips with a slight pout, and tousled black hair that falls into his eyes, you realize this man looks like nothing short of an angel.
you stutter out a squeaky, "no, go ahead!" before moving your laptop a little closer to you so that the hot stranger could have space to put his things down. he offers you a sweet smile before sliding into the seat next to you.
"my name is mark, by the way," he says once he's settled into his seat. he's about to ask your name but he nods to the keychain that's attached to your lanyard. "i'm guessing your name is y/n? that's a cute keychain."
"yeah," you say, flipping the keychain so that mark could see it properly. "one of the kids i teach made me it a couple years ago and i've carried it around ever since."
mark's eyebrows furrow at that as he checks his calendar to make sure that he's in the right class. "you're an education major? what's an education major doing in a business statistics class? this class is an upper level business class i thought?"
you nod and close your laptop so that mark could see the sticker on the backside of your laptop. you point out the biggest one that has 'ucla - anderson school of management' written in bright yellow letters. mark's eyebrows knit as he reads it and you can't help but laugh softly at how utterly confused he looks.
"i'm a finance major. i just really like kids so i spent last summer juggling between an internship at apple and volunteering at a learning summer camp for kids who are underprivileged in education," you explain, watching as mark's confusion turns to awe, his dark eyes glinting as you explain.
"damn. that's so cool of you, y/n. i'm sorry i assumed you were an education major. turns out you're just an angel instead," mark says, almost offhandedly. you freeze at the last sentence and immediately, mark's ears turn bright red as he realizes what he had said.
you to turn to face forward as mark rubs the back of his neck awkwardly and if you weren't so damn flustered, you would take a picture of how incredibly cute he looks.
mark had pretty privilege, as far as you were concerned. if any other person said that, you would probably just laugh it off and thank them but a single comment from mark had you blushing and internally combusting. the worst part? you didn't even mind it.
the two of you are silent for another couple minutes before you turn to him once more, a corner of your lips tilted upwards, a teasing look in your eyes.
"you know i definitely don't mind being called angel by a pretty boy," you say casually. you try not to let your voice give away how nervous mark actually makes you but there's still a little shake when you say the word 'pretty'. because really, mark was so pretty. just...too pretty to be good for your heart.
it doesn't really matter though because mark looks at you like you've personally put the stars in the sky.
"you think i'm pretty?" mark says, his voice soft and tentative. you look at him strangely. surely he had heard that many times over the course of his life? why did he sound so surprised?
"i think you're very pretty, mark," you say matter-of-factly. mark wants to say something else but everyone has filed in and it seems as though the professor is starting the lecture soon as the lights begin to dim in the hall.
mark has heard that he was attractive many times before. in fact, he'd probably become synonymous with the word handsome, as his superlative in high school was 'most likely to become a famous singer' and 'most likely to win prom king'.
so why did his heart flutter so much when you called him pretty?
can you help me with this one?
turns out, mark is shit at statistics. he's great at the business part, as you have learned over the past three weeks of sitting next to each other and working on the practice problems together. but the actual statistics? you might as well be working with a victorian child.
"i still don't understand why you can't just assume that this condition applies in all scenarios," mark says as he reads through the question once more. the two of you had grown pretty close over the past month or so, and often, you would go to the library after class to work on the assigned homework or projects together.
mark was a good study buddy (he always brought good snacks) and he had a great work ethic that made you feel guilty about not studying when he was. not to mention that he was gorgeous eye candy to look at whenever you needed to take a break from your work.
which was pretty much all the time if it meant looking at mark lee a little while longer.
your friends had teased you when you described your encounters with mark thus far. although they never really crossed the line between platonic and romantic relationships, just the fact that you were practically dying of anticipation was enough to rile your friends up.
you had had a few partners in the past but most of them ended at the situationship stage - very few of them become actual relationships. so, you had put a pause on dating for good (much to the dismay of your gossip mongering best friends) and had been happily single for the past year or so. unfortunately, that was when you met mark lee and your heart decided to rebel against all sense of logic.
besides his pretty face (your friends were very surprised to hear that you had developed a crush on a good looking man for once; you had a seriously incriminating track record), mark lee had a pretty heart. he was so incredibly humble and kind to everyone he knew - which was a lot of people, as you came to learn. he was super friendly and great at remembering little details about people that made them feel as though he truly cared about them.
which he really did. it seemed like mark truly cared a lot about every single one of his seemingly thousands of friends and went out of his way to make them feel loved. for you, however, it seemed like he went above and beyond.
it seemed as though after mark (and you, really) had gotten over the initial shyness and awkwardness, the two of you were rarely seen apart. you weren't sure if the two of you were toeing the line of romantic relationship yet, but it just felt like you guys were having fun. even without a label or anything, you and mark tended to gravitate towards each other in social situations and even made consistent efforts to see each other outside of your respective friend groups.
for example, you really didn't belong in the frat scene. you had expended all of the energy and patience you had for frat house parties during your freshman year and quite frankly, as a junior in college, it felt kind of embarrassing to go to them without having any real connections to brothers themselves.
but mark was a brother in nu chi theta so within the first month of your friendship, you found yourself at the NCT house with a red solo cup and an uncomfortable top on.
"hey y/n! i'm losing over here! can you help me with this one?" mark calls out from behind you. you turn around to see him extending a ping-pong ball (that smelled like it was coated in beer, vodka, and...laundry detergent?) in your direction. you look to see if your friends, who you had dragged along to the party, were going to save you from death by beer pong but you're on your own when you see two of your friends making out with the same boy.
you would stop them but the image was far too gruesome and downright hilarious. and in their drunken state, you doubted you could really separate the lovebirds (?) anyway.
"alright, but it's gonna cost you, lee," you sigh dramatically, setting your cup down on the counter before accepting the ping-pong ball, your fingers brushing over mark's.
"name your price," mark says confidently as you line up your shot, ignoring the heat that radiates off of mark's body as you realize that mark was a lot closer than you had previously anticipated. his words sink into your skin and you involuntarily shiver when you feel his breath on your neck.
"hmm...i'll have to think about it..." you trail off, finally throwing the little ping-pong ball into the cup. you turn so that your chest was pressed against mark's front and all your thoughts have been replaced by the look of his eyes in the dim lighting. the words tumble out of your mouth before you even realize what you're saying.
"go on a date with me?"
your heart drops as you see mark's face turn from confusion to shock and then back to confusion. he rubs his neck awkwardly (a habit, you had noticed, that tended to present himself when he felt particularly confused) as he licks his lips nervously.
"was...was us hanging out everyday not...dating? i kinda thought we were already going on dates," mark mumbles, his cheeks flushed. you stare at him and a strange gurgling laughter rips out of your mouth before you clamp your hand over your mouth, your eyes wide in horror at the sound that came out of your mouth.
"does this mean you like me?" you ask, and once again, you're graced with the sight of mark lee looking just all too angelic under the strobe lighting as he nods before tentatively making eye contact with you.
"uh...if you asked me on a date, am i safe to assume that you like me too?" mark proposes and the way that he says it, almost like he was presenting a business pitch to a potential investor, makes you laugh once more as you lean a little closer to mark, your lips barely brushing against his.
"more than you realize, mark."
can i come inside?
the first time mark came with you to help out with the kids at the school, it was completely unexpected. another one of the student teachers had suddenly fallen ill (you found out a few months later that at his girlfriend's baby shower that he was not, in fact, sick) and no one else was available to help out.
your supervisor was a sweet old lady who was dedicated to helping as much as she could before 'her joints gave up on her' - which meant that oftentimes, she tried to take on more responsibility than she really could. and then that meant that she often didn't hire enough staff to keep the place running, hoping that she could do all of the administrative things herself so that all of the people who did come in could focus on working with the kids. needless to say, as one of the only volunteers who had been with the organization for more than four years, you knew more than well that the sweet old lady needed more people to help her out.
so, you forced your boyfriend of three years to help you out. well, not really forced. mark had the day off from work because it was the day before july 4th and really didn't have any plans for the day. so when mrs. varghese calls you frantically at nine o'clock the previous night, mark offered to come with you.
"we've been together for the past three years and we've been living together for the past one and a half. i lose my girlfriend every monday and thursday evening to kids. i gotta meet the little suckers who've been monopolizing my girlfriend." which was mark's stupid way of saying i love you. let me help you out a little bit. let me be part of your world. maybe in the disney princess way.
and you're a sucker for kids and your boyfriend, even after dating for three years, so you agree and the next day, you're piling into the passenger seat at seven in the morning to teach young children addition and subtraction.
not really how the two of you (mostly mark) were planning on spending on of your rare days off but you could never deny mrs. varghese of anything. especially if it meant more time with the kids.
mark always joked about how you should've become a teacher but as much as you loved the children and the interactions with them, you were not a fan of the underpaying salaries. so you made it a point to become successful in your career and dedicate a percentage of your paycheck to donate to the school you volunteered at instead.
which had caused some struggles when you first moved in with mark, given that it was only the two of you rather than you living with three of your friends and your share of the rent went higher. but you figured it out and mark definitely wasn't the type of person to hold it over your head that you weren't able to pay your full share of rent for the first two months.
because that's just who he was. he would cover for you, covering up all of the little parts of yourself that you didn't like. and you would help him see that those blemishes he thought he had were just things that made him more lovable to you.
so when mark steps into the little school and immediately, kids are swarming to the two of you, trying to find out who the attractive boyfriend was, you're not even surprised. mark had a natural, comforting air about him (not to mention the fact that the kids were overly invested in your personal life) that made people want to draw to him like moths to a flame.
in fact, he's so overwhelmed by the love that the kids are showing him, he's still hovering around the door awkwardly, semi-bowing to mrs. varghese, who's watching him with amusement.
"can i come inside?" mark asks, trying to take a step forward while not hurting any little kids. you snort at his awkward shuffle before clapping your hands together, taking it upon yourself to relieve your poor boyfriend from the possibility of death by enthusiastic children.
"can you or may you?" mrs. varghese says with a humorous smile and mark's eyebrows furrow as he contemplates the question. the kids are slowly making their way over to you, where you're starting to distribute fruit pouches as a morning snack and mark finally feels as though he's only carrying his own body weight - as opposed to ten other children's.
"it was 'can i' at first but now i think it's more of a 'may i'. mrs. varghese, i presume?" mark says, extending his hand for the old lady to shake. she just looks at it strangely before gathering mark in a tight, bone-crushing hug.
for such a frail old lady, she had a lot of strength.
"get out of here with those manners. y/n's told me a lot about. and anyone in y/n's corner is family here, alright?" mrs. varghese says, and mark has to blink furiously to push back the tears, although he can't really tell why her words are hitting him so hard.
"thanks."
you mean that?
mark was really easy to love. that's just the type of person he was. in everyone else's eyes, he was a good guy who just always tried to be better at the things he was already incredibly good at. he was always polite with strangers, babies cooed at him, and was the type to be the person to start a 'pay-it-forward' queue whenever he could afford to do so.
and for all of his perfectness, mark was a very flawed man. he was a little bit of a miser - he hated to spend money on himself, even if he would splurge a little more on you. he was a little bit on the insecure side, and no matter how many times you told him that you loved him all the more for his quirks, he still got down about it. mark was also really bad at communication when things made him upset. he was just so easy-going that he would let the smaller things accumulate and build until he's practically bursting.
and mark was kinda mean when he got angry.
he would never hurt you, of course. mark didn't think he could ever live with himself if he knew that he had laid a hand on anyone - but you in particular. and he really, really was trying to work on his communication skills so that he wouldn't let it build and then get so angry.
but when mark got angry, he seemed to just turn into a different person. it had only happened once in your relationship before, almost right after you had moved in together
it was about something incredibly stupid but the tension had been building for a while prior to that. technically, before you moved in, the apartment had been mark and one of his friend's, johnny seo from school, before johnny had moved out to move in with his own girlfriend. and mark and johnny weren't exactly...the cleanest people. you didn't really mind the mess but soon it turned into an unhealthy balance of mark leaving things around the house and you having to clean up after him.
not to mention that a lot changes when a couple moves in together. naturally, tensions were running a little high. for all your cleanliness, you had a really bad habit of leaving unfinished meals in the fridge until they went bad and started to smell, which made mark upset because that was a waste of a valuable meal. and so on and so forth.
one day, the tensions just burst and the two of you ended up in a screaming match going back and forth and back and forth about cleanliness and not eating properly and soon, it escalated from a conversation about living together to being together in the first place.
mark regretted it almost immediately, cursing himself out when he saw you just completely shut down in front of his eyes. he knew his anger got the best of him sometimes, and when he was in the moment, all he could think about was winning the argument, no matter what he needed to say to win.
that had been the worst fight you've ever had. after that fight, you got a lot better about portioning your food to eliminate leftovers and mark made a more conscious effort to clean up. you also started talking more to each other about what things did or didn't make you happy.
but even as mark was getting better at communicating with you, he still didn't know how to raise up issues with you. usually, you would tell mark what you were up to and then you would naturally ask him yourself if he was comfortable with what you were doing. he would then reply with a simple yes or no with an explanation and that would be the end of that. he always hesitated to raise up an issue with you though. he didn't want you to think that he was trying to control your life or be one of those possessive boyfriends.
mark never told you explicitly but you had a feeling that's how he felt. it frustrated you though that he never said anything to you and wait for you to bring it up to him instead. so that night, you decided to drink a little more than usual (but not as much as they tried to make you drink) so that you could finally, finally get mark to talk to you about his issues.
really, for your behavior, you were expecting to have a round two of what had happened when you first moved in with him. you were imagining a screaming match like no other but instead, mark just looks at you, sighs, and pulls you into a hug when you come stumbling through the door. confused, you begin to pull away, but mark just continues to hold you tight.
"i was so worried that you might not get home safe. and i promise we'll have a proper conversation about this when you're sober in the morning but i love you so much and...let's just talk about this in the morning, okay?" mark mumbles into your hair. you let mark just rock you gently side to side as he clings onto you, completely opposite from the reaction you were expecting.
"mark, i'm not drunk. i just...i'm tired of always being the one to bring up issues. i know that you don't like it when i get drunk outside because you're worried for me but i'd rather you tell me that than me having to guess that by myself. i can make my own decisions and i'm a big independent girl but you're the singular most important person in my life. i would never consciously do something to make you uncomfortable but i make mistakes sometimes. i need you to be open and honest with me when something makes you uncomfortable - because i know it takes a lot to get that far in the first place."
mark steps back to look you in the eyes, his eyes glittering in the shitty lighting of the apartment. "you really mean that?"
"i mean it with my whole heart."
do you promise to love me for the rest of our lives?
mark tries not to trip. he tries really hard to hold in his sneezes, tears, and any other bodily fluids that are inappropriate for the situation. but the nearly fifteen feet from the entrance to the where the officiant is standing is enough to make mark want to puke all over the very expensive carpet you bought for the wedding.
when you first proposed having a backyard wedding, mark was extremely opposed.
a wedding was a once in a lifetime day where you could celebrate your union together with your partner and start the journey to the rest of your lives together. in fact, it was mark, not you, who had the pinterest board (although, to be fair, it wasn't actually a pinterest board and was rather just a folder on his phone of screenshots from pretty tiktoks). he had a vision for the wedding - one that included all members of your friend circle, your families, and your family friends as well.
and well, that wasn't really in the budget. rather than spend 100k on a one day event, you proposed having a backyard wedding that would be significantly more economical and using that 100k to buy a starter home.
"you still get your expensive venue and we have a place to move into. a real home that we can start a family in, mark," you had argued as mark paced back and forth in the small, almost cramped apartment the two of you shared. mark stops when he realizes that it only takes fourteen steps to make it from one side of the room to the other side and back.
and that was the biggest room.
so mark agrees on one condition: there are no lacking traditional elements of the wedding. the both of you worked together on the pain-staking process of planning a wedding that included portions of your culture and his culture to put on the wedding of a lifetime. hopefully the only wedding of your lifetimes.
well, the only wedding for you and mark, at least. but that was about the future and in the present, mark can barely keep from keeling over right there at the beautifully decorated altar that you and your mother had spent hours on.
after so long of being together, mark can't help but feel just so incredibly lucky and overwhelmed to be finally marrying you. you. the person of his dreams. the person who taught him that love isn't always fireworks and euphoric thrills; that love can be huddling together when gas bills were too high to pay and wanting nothing more than to see your significant other when it's been a long day.
love was you and mark really, really can't wait to finally show the world how much he truly loved you.
unsurprisingly, mark almost cries when you finally enter, the picture of the stunning bride as you clutch your father's arm for the last time as y/n l/n instead of y/n lee. mark isn't sure the last time he saw you this nervous but when you meet his eyes, he can feel the rest of the world melt away.
just normal people with enough love to fill the world, is what you say in your vows. just a guy and a girl in the same business class who never travel business class because the two of you are such money minders - something that my soon to be husband has rubbed off on me.
"i will never forget the moment that i knew i was so irrevocably love with mark. it was two days after we fought for the first time. i remember that i was so incredibly angry and scared that that fight would be the end of y/n and mark. that i would have to move out and redownload tinder and just be miserable again for losing one of the best things in my life over a little sock in the wrong place and leftover pizza."
"but two days after we fought, mark came up to me, hugged me and just said, 'we're gonna get through this. i love you too much to not get through this.' and even though everything just seemed so uncertain, the moment mark said that, i knew instantly that we really were going to get through it. because mark had faith in us. and i have faith in us. i love you, mark lee. from the moment you sat down in that ucla business class. i have loved you for so long and i will continue to love you forever."
there isn't a single dry eye in the house (quite literally) after your vow. mark has to clear his throat four or five times before he can start his vows, too afraid that his voice would give out on him in the middle due to how much emotion he was feeling.
"y/n, you asked me one day when we were binging american horror story and pigging out with a family sized bag of chips when i started falling in love with you. and i couldn't answer then so i just said that for as long as i can remember. and that's true - i still don't know when i fell in love with you. i just remember that one day i woke up alone in bed (don't worry mr. l/n, i have never slept in a ten mile radius of your daughter...please don't make her divorce me) and thinking that i would rather wake up next to you instead for the rest of my life."
"but i do know when i realized you were my soulmate. five moments when i knew i found the one. when i asked you if i could sit down next to you in business class. when i asked you to help me with statistics because for being a business major, i'm horrible at math - go figure. when i volunteered with you for the first time with mrs. varghese. mrs. varghese! - where are you - mrs. varghese! may i marry y/n? then i'll be real family."
mrs. varghese blows into a handkerchief unceremoniously, waving mark off through her tears, making the crowd and you laugh a little. mark's smile grows when he sees you laugh and continues on nervously.
"and the fourth moment was the time when you gave me a reality check. when you reminded me that love doesn't work without communication. you've changed me so much for the better, y/n, and i truly could not thank you enough for it. so, i have one last question for you. one last moment for me to know that we're soulmates."
mark takes a deep breath, holding one of your hands in both of his as he looks at you with soft eyes, so filled with love that your breath catches in your throat. "i promise to love you and stand by you for as long as i breathe. can you - can you promise...do you promise to love me for the rest of our lives?"
it seems as though everyone in the venue is holding their breath before you press a sweet kiss to mark's cheek and say the words that everyone has been waiting for.
"i do."
and with those five questions, mark lee had found his soulmate.
Synopsis: Being untrusted, you are stuck in a rowdy house as your younger siblings are being babysat with the hottest guy youâve ever met. Irritated by how loyal he is, you wonder how long he will last before he cracks upon the little game youâre playing on him.
Warning: Smut / Angst / Fluff. Swear word usage, Babysitter!Mark x Troublemaker!reader. Cheating, jealousy, alcohol consumption, virgin!Mark, Bratty!Reader, creampie, oral, kinda long sorry!
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Masterlist: NCT AFFAIR SERIES
Pairing: Mark x f!reader
You didnât understand what was the big deal. So what if you threw a huge party at your house? So what it got a little crazy and the night ended with over 10,000 dollars worth of damage repair? Itâs not like you havenât thrown countless of parties before. But yet something about this one had tipped your parents over the edge. After hours upon hours of them shouting in your ear about how irresponsible you were being, to have recklessly thrown a party with that many people whom you knew could care less about the thousands of dollars worth of property they were about to destroy. Especially with your little brothers in the other room most likely locked there as they watch their Paw Patrol. But itâs not like anyone got hurt,
Thatâs if you didnât count that one jock who jumped from your roof into the pool and broke his ankle..
But much to your parents disagreement, they had enough of your scandals. Which is how you were left standing in front of your biggest most terrible punishments of all time. Stuck with a babysitter, and not just any. No youâd be stuck having Mark Lee, one of the most uptight and nerdiest boy youâve gone to school with. And to watch him push up his glasses and give you a once over, you knew the next six months will be absolute hell for you.
And hell it was.
For the first few weeks were nothing but awkward silences. Your glaring constantly piercing through Markâs skull but he pretended to not notice. And each time he approached you, he was quick to take a step back when he met your angered eyes. You simply couldnât believe your parents could do this to you. Have they not known you at all? You canât associate yourself with losers like him, and if everyone were to find out heâs your babysitter and not just for your brothersâŠforget it. Your reputation is toasted. You canât truly say you know Mark but youâve been attending to the same school as him for over all of your primary years.
Mark isnât as special like the other kids in your grade. Just like everyone else in private school, he also comes from wealth. Parents much like yours spend most of their time traveling and little to no time actually parenting. Privileged to many opportunities thatâll kick start him a successful future, one that many lower class citizens have to work thrice as hard to achieve. He joined many clubs and has won many medals and certificates. Even being valedictorian, difference between him and other studentâs like you were simple. He actually cared to make a name for himself. To put in that work so heâd be recognized for his achievements and not for his familyâs name. He wasnât you who didnât care whether you were actually passing your classes or not knowing your parents would pay the school to keep quiet and pass you. Itâs how you even graduated high school, and even got accepted to the top most prestigious school in all of the country. But not Mark, no he worked hard to get in and refused any sort of help from his parents.
Which is exactly why your parents hired him. At the age of fourteen Mark got his first ever job at an ice cream parlor. Buying himself his own clothes, gadgets and even his first ever car although, his parents did pay for more than half of it he was just convinced he bought it all without no help. Along with being a scholar he chose to do volunteer work and has given himself quite a name around town. The golden boy, to the adults he could do no wrong. To the elders, heâs an angel sent from above, to the kids heâs an idol but to the teenagers who actually grew up with him. They can only think of two words, kiss ass. Thereâs not much of any actual reason why heâs hated just simply for the fact that heâs such a rule follower, never wants to have any fun and takes his responsibilities very seriously. Itâs even worse that now heâs apart of the Dean, most worry to speak about things in case he might be listening and report them.
Which concludes to the very last thing, you also go to to the same top most prestigious school in all of the country. And although you couldnât even think of his name the second he came in view of you until he introduced himself, he on the other hand knew yours the second he saw you. Y/n y/l/n, most popular girl in school since the first grade. Have gotten detention and suspended for various reasons all of which are very ridiculous. You never take anything serious and much rather cause havoc than to study. Youâre everything he would never look for in a girl. And glad he doesnât have you for a sister or who knows how crazy youâd make him. But he chose to work for your family, he chose to babysit not only your brothers but you. And thatâs something he doesnât plan on backing out no matter how determined you are to make him go insane. Insane enough for him to quit.
âUh where are you going..?â Had currently been busy playing with your brothers, the youngest merely two years old in his lap. Markâs head perks up at the sound of heels clicking on the stairs, descending down and there you stood wearing a tight but very revealing black dress. âYou look pretty sis.â Your eight year old brother, Iseul tells you, winking at him and sending him a soft smile. You grab your purse nearest the door. âOut.â Completely taken aback, Mark gets on his feet and rests your baby brother next to Iseul. Rushing out the door after you, he stops you before you can enter your car. Having it suddenly closed before you can fully open it, you raise your brow at the man standing before you. âCan i help you?â âIm sorry, i guess you mustâve not been made aware that you are currently grounded?â âNo I know:â
âOhâŠyou do.â Rolling your eyes you push him to the side and go to open the door again only for it to be closed shut once more. âThen am I right to assume that youâre then simply disobeying your parents orders.â âAnd what those might be?â âOh I donât knowâŠno cellphone.â He takes your phone out of your hand, âNo keys to the car.â He takes those too and lifts his hand as you go to grab them. âAnd most definitely no going outside. Now letâs get back inside so that you can go change.â Scoffing you smack his hand and take a step back. âLook here Mark, donât try to get all high and mighty simply because you work for my parents. How about you focus on actually doing your job and take care of my brothers.â âI am doing my job, Iâm looking after you. And rules say you canât go out.â He goes to grab your arm again but as he tries to walk the two of you inside you, donât budge. Feet planted to the ground, like a child about to throw a tantrum you shake your head. âIâm not going anywhere.â
With a sigh, Mark shoves your phone and keys in his back pocket. âAlright then, have it your way.â âThank you, now as soon as you hand me back my - HEY!â Thrown over his shoulder, lifted off the ground you smack Markâs back in protest. âPut me down you asshole!â Thrashing and squirming but to no avail, the boy had a tight grip on you and he wasnât planning on letting you go until you were inside. Door locked behind him, he finally does set you down. âNow do you want to be a good big sister and hang out with your little brothers? If so go upstairs and change, weâll be waiting for you.â âGod youâre so damn annoying!â Stomping your way up to the stairs, Mark hears the loud slam of your bedroom door and sighs in relief. Heâs been stern before, being serious for most of his life has its benefits but never did he think heâd have to act such a way towards you. The popular girl heâs attended school with.
For years heâd watched you from a far. He always wondered how you could live your life without any care. While you had practically the whole school stuck to your side, he was a loner. Sat by himself, worked by himself and ate by himself. He didnât mind though, to you he didnât exist but to him, you were like a celebrity. Even though he didnât care about what you were up to, it was almost impossible to go anywhere without hearing the latest news about you. He assumed youâd hit your peak after high school but three years had passed and if anything youâve gotten even more popular! Truly itâs as if you really were a celebrity. Youâve gotten your face on multiple magazine covers and even have a social media account with almost half a million followers. Even now he still finds it hard to believe heâs actually babysitting you.
Minutes had passed since your tantrum and he has yet to see you come down the stairs. Maybe you were taking your time to change, maybe you fell asleep or chose to stay in your room. A part of him felt bad, it was his job. Strict orders from your parents to not let you out of the house, itâs not like he can disobey them. So with a plate of cookies he had freshly made for your brothers, he makes his way over to your room. A soft knock but not a response from you is heard. âY/n? Can i come in?â Another soft knock but to no avail, not a single response. Man you must really be mad at him. With a disappointed sigh, he opens the door and begins to speak. âLook, Iâm sorry about earlierâŠâ Room empty, he sets the plate of cookies down. âY/n?â Looking around, he noticed the bathroom light on and door slightly opened. âY/n?â No sight of you, but the window had been opened. And as he nears it, he looks out and sees there have been a ladder that would lead straight down to the ground.
âDamn it.â
You finally managed to arrive at the party, albeit late. But the second you enter you grin to hear everyone quick to greet you. You were the life of the party and as they proceed to hand you red solo cups of hard liquor in it you were quick to accept them. âWhere the hell have youâve been?â Many always asked you, and with a shrug you wave them off. âAnnoying rules my parents implemented.â Knowing where you come from they nod, âAlright whoâs ready to have some fun!â You clap your hands that follow by a chorus of cheers. At some point the time had slipped past your mind, focused on taking shots of tequila and playing games such as beer pong. It wasnât until you had fruit punch all over your dress did it cause a pause in your time of fun. âThe hells wrong with you dickhead?â The boy widens his eyes and stutters out an apology. âIâm s-so s-sorry!â Glaring at him as girls hand your napkins and try to get the juice out of your expensive dress. The jocks near you get in the poor boys face. âWho the hell invited him?â One whispered not too subtly. âGod what a loser.â Another says. âIâm sorry hun this is only going to get stained how about if you try to wash it with some water?â One of your friends say, âwe can follow you.â âNo itâs alright, besides I think I need some air.â Walking off and heading towards the bathroom which happened to be nearest to the front door, you definitely are taken by surprise when youâre suddenly come face to face with none other than Mark himself. Which you have to admit, looks pretty pissed off.
âMark?â
âI see youâve gotten yourself pretty comfortable huh?â He tilts his head at you, jaw clenched and brows crunched. Just behind you were the jocks that had busied themselves and kicking out the poor bastard that spilled the fruit punch all over your dress. âHey y/n whoâs this loser?â They nudge your shoulder. Eyes slightly widening, you glance between them and Mark and see heâs about to open his mouth. No way can they know about yours and Markâs embarrassing situation. âOh! You know scoring myself another point!â The guys gain a smirk on their faces, leaving a confused Mark in front of you. âWhat ? --â Completely unprepared for you to suddenly cup his face and smash your lips on top of his, you push him up against the wall. Suddenly thereâs a loud chorus of cheers and wolf whistles around you. Mark had tried to push you off him. Hands at your waist but to the crowd now growing around you, it seemed as if the golden boy has finally loosened up a little.
âHell yeah! Hey get out of the bathroom and give these two some privacy!â One dude shouted and aired out the bathroom. Pulling away, you quickly grab Markâs hand and drag him inside the bathroom with you. Closing and locking the door shut, you sigh in relief. Only to turn around and see a very flustered looking boy. Red in the face and chest slightly heaving from having to take deep breaths. âOh relax virgin itâs not like weâre actually going to do something in here.â Frowning once more, he clears his throat and stands up straight. âIâm not a virgin.â Sending him a look, brow slightly lifted he scoffs and shakes his head. âOkay and so what?â
âWow never thought youâd actually admit that.â He widens his eyes and struggles to come up with something. âWellâŠuhâŠthis isnât about me anyways!â Nodding you pursue your lips and hum. Turning on the sink and attempt to wash off the stained dress. âThis is about you! And what youâve done! You disobeyed me! You disobeyed your parents and most of all you kissed me without my consent!â Chuckling you roll your eyes and turn to look at him. âConsent? It was just a kiss youâre making it seem like I stole your first kiss or something.â When thereâs silence in the bathroom other than the muffled loud music blaring from outside your jaw is dropped. âNo way!â âShh! Itâs not a big deal.â He mumbles almost embarrassed. Smiling look an idiot, it only irritated Mark and soon the scowl is brought back completely.
âWhat is a big deal is whatâs going to happen to you once you come home.â âOh?â Your voice raises a pitch. âGet your head out of the gutter.â Rolling your eyes, you shake your head. âOh please Iâm just messing with you, donât flatter yourself so much you wouldnât be someone Iâd go for anyways.â As much as Mark tried to not be bothered by your comment, he couldnât help but feel a slight twinge of hurt. Ouch. Itâs silent momentarily, and Mark watched as you struggle to take off the stain. âLetâs go,â âIâm not going anywhere with you, youâre not the boss of me.â âKeep staying here and that stain will never come off.â âItâll come off.â Beginning to scrub harder, Mark sees youâre only making it worse. With a sigh, he stops your hand. âCome home and Iâll take off the stain.â âYou know how?â âI am a man of many talents.â Eyeing him, you notice how serious he was being. So with a grunt you turn off the faucet, Mark about ready to open the bathroom door you stop him.
âWait!â With a confused look and eyes silently questioning you what, he nervously gulps and takes a small step back when he sees you get much closer to him. âTheyâll notice somethingâs up if you look normal.â Ruffling his hair and unbuttoning his shirt he goes to pull your hand away when you smack it way. âRelax virgin just play the damn part if you want to leave this damn party faster.â With a gruff, he allows you, watching silently as you turn on the faucet and wet your hands. âSeriously?â He asks you when youâre suddenly dampening his forehead with water to make it appear as sweat. âOne last thing.â You lift a finger at him, he watched you take your lipstick out of your purse. Apply it on your lips, eyes widening like saucers when you get close to him, âWoah! Okay I donât think-â wincing when you suddenly step on his foot. His crouched state gives you the opportunity to attach your lips on his neck and with one big smooch there lied the large red print of lips shining brightly on his skin.
âOk now lets go you big baby.â âHey how come you still look normal?-â âShh be quiet!â And suddenly the door is opened and out you walk as if you had infact shagged with the schoolâs biggest nerd. Immediately engulfed with cheers and even more whistles as they noticed the proud smile on your face, and even more when they see the state Mark was in when he walked out. Never did Mark feel so embarrassed in his life, and just as youâre about to get wrapped up in your friend group to talk about all the juicy details, Mark had quickly gotten a hold of your waist and redirected you over to the door. âSee yâall later!â You wave with a wink and as the two of you leave, another loud wave of yells are heard from inside. With an annoyed look on his face and eyes rolled, Mark walks the two of you over to his black BMW. Had just closed the door, he looks over to see you with a grin on your face. âDrop the grin youâre still getting it when you get home.â âOoh kinky-â. âOut of the gutter y/n!â
Mark had in fact kept his word and soon what was six months of being grounded was up to eight months! Now you truly despised Mark. âYou should be more like Mark!â You parents scolded you. But it was all the same thing over and over again. Mark being a respectable figure in town, how heâs very influential and responsible and you should be more like him. You just never would have guessed that youâd now be punished by joining Markâs side in all of his boring activities. âNo way.â Mark shrugs his shoulders and nods. âToo bad, now go get dressed or weâll be late for the annual deep clean event.â You couldnât believe it, not only did you have to suck up to the fact that heâs your babysitter but now you actually had to hang out with him? Truly the world hated you.
Despite all your protests unfortunately you had no choice but to be stuck with a hundred other people including Mark to pick up trash around the townâs lake. A grossed out look on your face each time you have to pick up some smelly old litter, especially when itâs sticky and slimy. Groaning when the black trash bag refuses to open properly and getting some of the trash to touch you. âI cant!â You drop the stick and bag. âOh câmon y/n, thereâs only an hour left.â âAn hour?!â You say in disbelief. âItâs not that bad.â Mark tries to reason but the small grin on his face is enough for you to understand heâs taking pleasure in all of this. âScrew you mark.â âThought you said Iâm not your type?â He chuckles as your suddenly throwing your bag at him, dodging it merely. âCome here!â And soon the rest of the group whoâd actually been busy cleaning up the park, turn to look at the two of you running around like maniacs. The retractable stick in your hand as you chase after Mark whoâs much too fast for you.
On your phone and moaning at the fact that your friends had currently gone on a shopping spree and to the beach. You on the other hand stuck sitting on a very uncomfortable beach chair. The closest to feeling as if you were at the beach youâd ever get. A large umbrella above you but even that canât stop the terrible heat engulfing you. Bored completely out of your mind as you had no other choice but to be forced to attend one of Iseulâs soccer games. âThought I said no cellphone.â Your phone is suddenly snatched from the boy youâve grown used to being stuck to your side every damn second of the day. Eyes rolled you scoff up at him before noticing his appearance. In shorts and a black tight tank top. You noticed just how toned he was. Wow. Was this really the nerd that had been babysitting you? Snapping out of it, you clear your throat. âYou have my other one, I had no choice but to get a new one-â as you go to reach for it, he pulls it away. âWell then I guess youâre going without two phones now.â âOh câmon Mark I have been doing literally everything with you! Please give me a break!â
âThis is a break. Youâre not here for me, youâre here for your younger brother now be a good big sister and watch the game.â âThe game hasnât even begun yet, Iâve been stuck having to watch a bunch of eight year olds do the exact same lap over and over and over again. Besides where the hell is their coach?â
âYouâre speaking to him.â Sitting up straight, you tilt your head at him in confusion. âYou?âŠtheir coach?â âYes? âŠis that so hard to believe?â Eyeing him, you shake your head. âNoâŠâ Definitely didnât come off as the sports kinda guy but eh canât judge a book by its cover. âGame will start soon, I better see you paying attention.â He points his fingers at his eyes and sends them over to you, jogging off to join his team as the opposing ones have started to enter the field. âNot like I had anything better to do.â You sigh sadly. Eventually as the game started, you had surprised yourself the more you grow to be a lot more interested in the game than you thought you would. So much you yelled just as much as the soccer moms had. Yelling out demands to pass the ball to the other teammates. Cursing at the referee when he held up yellow cards for no reason âin your opinion given your brothers team can simply do no wrong. And at some point almost caused a fight with one of the kids father from the opposing team.
Even having Mark come up to separate the two of you. âOkay!..â he says with an awkward chuckle, forcing a smile so that no oneâs moods begin to turn sour. Walking you back over to your seat, he lowers his voice so that only you can hear him. âWhen I said to pay attention I didnât mean to start a fit-â âBUT HE-â standing infront of you and gesturing for you to take a seat, when you do he crouched down. Hands on your knees as he whispers to you. âI know he was being an ass,â âThank you!â âBut for your brothers sake, please keep your cool? Mmh?â With a huff, you exhale and nod. âFine.â âGood girl.â He softly pinches your chin and stands to return back to his side of the field. Shocked, you feel slightly bothered at the way you felt by his actions. Why it made your stomach turn and heart palpitate who knows? And yet as the game continued you couldnât help but notice just how focused Mark was as well. Yelling out words of encouragement, brows scrunched as he demands the kids some orders for them to follow.
Something about this side of Mark had you feeling bothered. So much you even had to cross your legs to keep yourself calm. âGet your head out of the gutter.â You tell yourself as you smack your head. Thankfully you manage to ignore the growing feeling inside you, your brother ended up scoring the winning goal and at last the game ended. Just as Markâs about to give Iseul a hug and a congratulations- when heâs rudely shoved to the side. And instead, youâre the one engulfing your little brother in a big bear hug. âYou did so good!â You jump in excitement as your brother joins you with a large grin plastered on his face. Seeing the wholesome interaction, Mark forgets the fact that you so rudely pushed him. âCongratulations champ, how about we go celebrate, the three of us?â
To say you were gaining feelings for your babysitter would be hard for you to accept. You were in denial, there was no way you were actually catching feelings for Mark Lee, the ultimate prissy nerd. Heck if it wasnât for your current situation with him you sure as hell would not ever associate yourself with him. And yet here you were, making pastries with him alongside your little brothers. In the backyard playing tag and hide and seek with them. In the living room binge watching kids movies and even listening in on Markâs story telling. Heck at some point you even shushed your brother when he interrupted him, âI wanna hear what happens next!â But it seems like catching feelings werenât the only problem brewing up. Word got around of how much time youâve been spending with Mark and soon rumors had gotten around that you were apparently dating him!
You denied them, but you could only say so much when thereâs just so many pictures of the two of you together. Especially when those of you two getting ice cream together spread around campus. Completely ignoring the fact that your little brother was there and it had been when he won his game. After the whole ordeal at the party, many were certain you were screwing him and some even spoke to you asking how the biggest goodie two shoes was like in bed, and how big he was. It was hard to deny it all without causing suspicion as to why youâre even hanging out with him in the first place and not get exposed for being babysat by him. And unfortunately as much as you began to like the guy, you felt as if you had no choice but to go along with the publicâs general assumption.
That you were screwing him.
âWHAT?!â
âOh relax Mark itâs not anything bad.â âAnything bad? Y/n you do know youâre basically pimping me out?â Tilting your head, you squint your eyes and hum. âNot exactly sure how that is.â Sighing, he pinched the bridge of his nose and paces around the living room. âLook y/n Im not like you, I donât go around recklessly and start spreading rumors.â âHey itâs not like I did it intentionally. âI donât care! I have an image to uphold!â âAnd so do I!â Getting off the couch you walk over to him, stopping him in his tracks. âStop thinking so negatively Mark and think of the bright side. If you go along, no one will know you babysit..me. And therefore I get to keep my reputation.â âI donât see how it benefits me.â
âI wasnât finished!â Huffing he crosses his arms and waits for you to continue. âWhile you can build your image.â Sending you a look to explain, you huff annoyedly. âCâmon Mark donât make me spell it out. Youâre aâŠâ still not getting it, he tilts his head slightly at you. âMark youâre a loser.â Groaning he goes to move away from you but you stop him. âBut thatâs okay! Because it seems like every kid and senior in town likes you!â âIs that suppose to make me feel better?â âLook, it seems like every person our age doesnât like you but! If you play along, Iâll get everyone to respect you.â
âWhy should I care if they respect me or not. You donât.â âYeah but thatâs because I donât care, they on the other hand only ever seen this pathetic, sad, lonely, nerdy-â âGet to the point.â ââŠside of you. Go along, and I promise youâll go from being known as the prissy golden boy to the man everyone wants to be. And who knows, youâll get so popular top companies and businesses will be begging you to join their team.â You notice the gears shifting in his head, hearing out your words and it seems as if he likes what he hears.
âNo Im sorry.â Groaning you stomp your foot as you seem to become desperate for his help. âOh just do it!â âNo!â âWhy not? Are you really that morally superior to everyone that you canât even go along with some white lie?â âWhite lie? Y/n do you know what can happen to me if your parents found out about this so called rumor? Besides I have people I need to consider.â
âYeah like who?â He goes to answer but closes his mouth at the last second, whoever he was about to say he changed his mind in outing them. Instead he sighs frustratedly and shakes his head. âIâm sorry but I canât help you, now can you please just tell everyone the truth? Or at least that itâs not true? Please y/n.â Biting the inside of your cheek, you still had a lot in you to argue with him but seeing the tired look on his face you felt almost bad to even think about forcing him into this situation. So with a disgruntle you nod your head. âAlright fine.â
By the next day, the usual qna about your current relations with Mark quickly engulfed you. Your group of friends sitting on a table bench as they gossip about the latest news. As you near them, they are quick to wave their hands at you to come quick. âWhatâs up?â âY/n you whore!â They gawk at you with grins on their faces. âI didnât think you were such a dare devil!â Slightly lost you stand in front of the bench as you watch them all begin to speak over one another with laughs and excitement written all over their faces. âWhat do you mean?â âOh please!â You feel Ten who sat closest to you lightly shove you. âDonât play dumb with us. So how did she react?â âHow did who react?â âMaru your biggest enemy duh?â
Now truly you were left utterly confused. You hadnât heard that name in forever. Maru and you hadnât really gotten on well given the two of you always fought the title of the most popular girl in school. Just by that, the school always pinned the two of you against each other and while you did try to befriend her. Many bored lowlifes spread false rumors of you trash talking her and she bought it and since then has tried to make your life a living hell. Since you graduated you hadnât heard from her and even assumed she left the country, you never bothered to keep up with the latest news of her which is why itâs so shocking to you as to how sheâs suddenly coming up in conversation again. Your friends could see the look of confusion and itâs when itâs dawned on them that you had in fact not known about the truth.
âOh hun, do you not know?â âKnow about what?â
âAbout Maru and Mark?â What? When you donât respond back, theyâre about to explain when suddenly thereâs a loud shout. âYou bitch!â Turning around and seeing the crazed look on none other than your arch nemesis herself, you notice how fast she was making her way over to you. Swinging her hand and goes to slap you, luckily your friends had been quick to intervene. Still frozen in your spot, like a deer caught in headlights you watch as her hysteria was beginning to gain the attention of the other students around campus. âYouâre that damn pathetic that the only way to one up me was to sleep with my boyfriend?â Boyfriend? âRelax pimples.â Ten tells her as he forced her back. âThat was one time!â She yells at him before turning her attention back to you. âYouâre a damn slut! And unless you want the entire world to know that I suggest you stay the hell away from my man!â
Shoving them off her, she brushes herself off and storms off. You couldnât help but feel humiliated, angered that she came and told you off. To walk off as if she won that argument? To have the whole campus to stare at you with some sort of judgment as if they know you? Who the hell does she think she is?
âWell I guess weâre even then!â This causes her to freeze. âWhat did you just say?â Scoffing, you shake your head and eye her. âDid you really think I wasnât aware of you hooking up with Jeno while we were dating? Or how you flung yourself like a needy bitch to Jaemin when we were seeing each other?â Whispers and oohâs can be heard, face heating up with embarrassment as she didnât expect for you to have known. âI get it, itâs too hard to compete with me so you settle with my scraps. No need to be ashamed.â Hands in fists, you were sure to almost see some smoke coming out of her ears. âIt seems almost fair if I repay you back.â Scoffing she bites the inside of her cheek. âNo.â
Digging in her pocket, her hand is in there for some time before she pulls it out. âSee thatâs where you go wrong because even when you tried to take my man you still failed.â Showing you her hand, your smirk falls to see the shiny diamond ring glimmer on her finger. âExpect an Insta post of our wedding soon.â She grins before walking off. Upon seeing the ring you couldnât deny you felt your heart drop. Not only was Mark dating someone, your arch nemesis at that but he was getting married? Does she know exactly what your situation with him is? If so then your toast, but as she walks off and your friends come to comfort you, you mute the world around you. You could only think of that damn ring on her finger. Sheâs engaged to Mark.
The Mark youâve grown so closed to in the last few months.
The same boy you couldnât handle being in the same vicinity with and never even once saw as your type.
The same boy you gradually began to grow feelings for. Mark is engaged with Maru, your Mark.
But at least Mark hadnât noticed. âYeahâŠI tried to keep my private life, private.â Nodding you pursed your lips and take a sip of the freshly made lemonade Mark had prepared. âLook if it makes you feel any better she doesnât know aboutâŠus.â âUs?â You say slightly coughing on the lemonade. âYeah how I babysit you and all. She just knows I look after âsome kidsâ.â Nodding you set down the glass and make your way over to him. âGood, itâd be a bit unfortunate if she saw those pictures of us.â âPictures?â Humming, you wrap your arms around his shoulders. Arms at his sides as he gulps nervously. âIt would crush her to see how coupley we look together.â You can hear how he slightly holds his breath when your face leans in. âEspecially when we walked out of that bathroom, remember how you looked?â Walking off and leaving him hot and flustered you make your way to your bedroom thinking of the ways you can make that boy yours.
âYou must really love her.â You dare say, teeth gritting and hands digging into the stool cushion underneath you. âI really do, i mean yeah we havenât been dating for long but I do think thereâs chemistry.â âHow long have you two been going out?â âTwo months.â Oh? If there was one thing you knew about Maru was that much like you, commitment gave her the ultimate ick. And if she were to settle, itâs because she truly has fallen for that boy. To hear theyâve only been together for two months and now engaged? There was a motive and you felt as if you knew exactly what that was. âMark do you have some sort of trust fund from your parents?â Taken by surprise by the sudden question, âUhâŠmy grandparents left me all of their fortune to me if thatâs what you mean? But I canât get into it until Iâve gotten married.â
Mark didnât expect to spend yet another Friday the exact same way as he did the first week he began working for your family. To have to call the neighbors and see if they can look after your brothers as he busied himself running after you who has run off to some party. Only this time he caught you right outside the lawn of the large house. âOh good youâre here!â âCâmon letâs go home I left your brothers at-â Not expecting for you to have grabbed his hand and proceed to drag him inside, he tries to plant his feet on the ground but you were freakishly strong by the way you dragged him. âY/n-â âYouâre so tensed, have some fun will ya?â âI donât know if you realize but Iâm currently on the job.â Rolling your eyes, you grab a cup and fill it with fruit punch that was in a large clear bowl. âHere itâll help you relax.â Taking it, he eyes it and looks down at you. âDoes this contain alcohol?â âOh my god, donât tell me you donât drink.â You huff, scoffing he shakes his head. âYes I do.â âProve it then. Drink.â Looking down at the weird purple vibrant liquid, he looks over to you and noticing more people had gathered to watch him drink. And when he finally does bring it to his mouth and sip, he hears the kitchen immediately erupt in cheers. Feeling hands patting his back and some on his shoulder as they congratulate him for not being such a stuck up.
Wincing at the hard sting at the back of his throat, heâs given no time when suddenly heâs being dragged to play some games. Heard quick to look for you only to see you had been right behind him with a smirk on your face. Before he can object, you pull him down by the neck and whisper in his ear. âJust enjoy it.â But to everyone it seemed like the two of you were getting touchy. âFor me?â You bat your eyes at him. With a grunt of disapproval he agrees reluctantly. But soon, it would all become too chaotic for him. Before heâd know it, it would no longer just be any regular ole beer pong but instead comes with dares. Such as body shots. âBody shots?â He asks with furrowed brows. His eyes slowly widening when it dawns on him as soon as women try to undress themselves. âUhâŠy/n!â But you had been too busy taking shots of your own. âCâmon man pick which girl youâd like to take body shots with!â One jock shouts through the loud music. Looking around and feeling crowded as they keep coming onto them with seductive looks and breasts purposefully pushed higher for him to see, he backs up until finally he hurriedly gets away from them and takes a hold of you.
In the midst of taking yet another shot of tequila, Mark takes it out of your hands. Groaning, youâre about to scold him and remind him he was meant to be having fun. Never once expecting for him to prop you on the table with him in between your legs. âWhat is happening?â He sends you a soft smile and a sorry look. âItâs a dare?â Shrugging, you take off your shirt. Ignoring the screams as more phones are brought out and begin to snap pictures of the two of you, others recording. âThen you better make it worth my while.â And soon, a lemon and shot of vodka. Heâs focused on licking all the way up from your stomach to your breasts. The feeling of his warm wet tongue had you feeling all funny and tingling. A very familiar feeling that you canât mistaken it for anything other than hormones. More cheers are heard, words of encouragement as they chanted Markâs name. Throwing your head back when you feel him lightly rub against you during his attempt at sucking all of the lemon off you. It wasnât until he pulls away, hair slightly disheveled and eyes boring into yours do you feel the suffocating tension ridden between you two. His arms on either side of you, you didnât know what came over you.
But you didnât care, hands quickly cupping his face. You pull him close and kiss him hungrily. You were sure you saw phones flashing even when your eyes were closed. But what you hadnât expect was for Mark to kiss you back. You werenât really sure if it was because of the alcohol or if he had truly been kissing you because he wanted to. But a part of you was too horny to care. As soon enough, the two of you had been shoved into the nearest closet. Mouth back against one another, your fingers in his hair. Tugging his head back ever so slightly that caused rumbles to erupt from his throat. Legs wrapped around his waist as he held you up. Moaning when his hands squeezed your ass. But soon Mark pulls away, âmâno y/n this is wrong.â He sighs and rests his forehead against yours. Setting you down, his hands go to your waist. About to move you away from him but you only keep your arms wrapped around his shoulders. âWhat is it that she has that I donât?â Shaking his head, âThatâs not it-â âThen what is? Tell me you donât want me Mark.â
You push him up against the wall. âTell me you havenât been thinking about me the same way I have been thinking about you.â âY/n please.â Caressing a finger over his cheek, you notice him close his eyes and slightly lean into your touch. âTell me.â A small whine leaves his mouth when your hand roams down and palms his now tight jeans. A large tent forming in his pants, âTell me Mark.â He shakes his head, âI canât...â he breathes out, you press soft kisses to his cheek, holding back a smile when you notice he was leaning further more into your touch. âIâm yours Mark.â Whatever little control Mark had left in him had vanished.
Despite the loud music, your mixed moans and grunts could be heard perfectly clear outside, it didnât help your case that loud banging sounds can be heard emitting from the very small closet room the two of you were currently in. If anyone was keeping count, and they were. The two of you were in there for hours. At some point they wondered if youâve fallen asleep. But when the two of you had finally gotten out, a tired looking Mark clinging onto you as you held him on one arm and your heels along with his belt in the other it was obvious what had gone on in there.
Your brothers slept over at the neighbors house for the night. Luckily they had kids they got along with and your parents as busy as they could ever be. Wouldnât be home for another month. Mark hadnât gone home that night and instead crashed on the sofa with you. Both too exhausted to go upstairs. And by the time the morning came, Mark would wake up with his arms around you, marks and hickies all over his body, scratches on his back and full blown panic attack at the memory of last nights shenanigans.
Mark didnât want to remember that night. It was a mistake, he made a mistake. It should have never happened and yet when he woke up the morning after with you in his arms he couldnât help but feel that pathetic flutters abrupt in his stomach. God he felt pathetic. At first he tried to ignore you, avoid you at all times but it was killing him to stay away from you. And when you made it impossible to get around you, Mark had no choice but to confront the elephant in the room. He was meant to say that last night was a mistake. That he was sorry given the two of you had been drinking and no decision was made with a clear head but as he sat the two of you on the couch, his eyes couldnât help but wander to your neck where the hickies he left on your skin was still very much prominent. He had lost all train of thought and leaned in to smash his lips on top of yours. âFuck Mark did I take your virginity?â At the realization, he turns red. âYeah guess you did.â Feeling bad, you pull from him, âLet me make it up to you.â âY/n-â âShh, just enjoy it.â Boys currently with the neighbors as they were invited for a day to the amusement park, you had the entire house to yourselves.
On your knees, you unbutton his jeans. He helps you pull them down along with his briefs and when you do, he slightly hisses at the cool air hitting his veiny cock. His chest beginning to heave with every heavy breath he takes. And when you take a long lick from the base to his tip he canât help but throw his head back. It feels pathetic to admit heâs fallen putty for you, but when you continue to take long stripes. Puckering your lips as you kitten lick his tip and look up at him with those bright eyes of yours he felt filthy to think of wanting to add tears to those beautiful eyes of yours. Large hands caressing your face until they get a hold of your hair. For someone so inexperienced it seems as if he knew exactly what to do. His groans get louder when you start to deep throat him, pulling away to spit on his tip only to go back down on him. He felt embarrassed by how close he was already getting. The way his thigh clenched and he bucks up into your mouth. This causes you to bob your head, wanting to take all of him. To gag on him and when you do, you want him to hear how well youâre taking his cock.
âFuck y/n!â He grunts, holding your hair up as you focus on making come in your mouth. Fondling his balls that only has raising his grunts. âCome for me.â You manage to say for the split second you remove yourself off him. Leaning down to suck his base, jerking him off, his hold on your hair tightens. Pressing kisses to his red mushroom tip, you wrap your lips around him. Continue to jerk while doing so, âWant it in my mouth.â âShit Iâm close!â Mouth agape as he then starts to shoot his load down your throat. Warm thick liquid, salty and you waste no time swallowing. Eyes never leaving his as you clean up his mouth. âGood boy.â You wink at him, loving how pink his cheeks have gotten. âY/nâŠâ
Pressing a finger up against his lips, you rest yourself on his lap. âDidnât I tell you to enjoy it?â A soft whimper is heard from him as you begin to discard your clothes. Grabbing his hand and pulling it down to your panties, soiled. âThis is all yours.â Softly moaning when you feel start rubbing your clothed pussy. âYou want me?â He nods, âTell me how much you want me.â âSo much, I need you y/n.â âYeah?â He hums. Moving your panties to the side, you press a soft kiss to his lips. âTake me Markie.â Shoving his fingers in you, Mark groans by how tight your walls were wrapped around him. His dick sensitive and with the way you start to grind on him it takes no time to get hard again. Flipping you on your back, he kisses you hungrily. Fingers gaining in speed, thrusting harder into your sopping cunt. Heâs enraptured by you, enamored by your beauty, your blissful state and to make you come for him that he fails to realize his phone had been blowing up with text messages and phone calls.
In a matter of minutes the large house echoed your moans and Markâs grunts. A mix of skin clapping and the sounds of your essence squelching with every hard thrust. Mark balls deep in you, a leg over his shoulder as he focused his sight on the connection between you two. Pupils filled with lust the more he watched how well your pussy took his cock, how tight your walls kept him inside you. He felt his tip rub up against your gummy walls, to see the small bulge on your abdomen the faster he fucked you. His hair sticking to his forehead as more sweat formed. Unfortunately your state of pure bliss would come to a sudden halt when thereâs rough banging at the front door, followed by a very angry voice. âMark! Get out here right now!â
âMaru please-â A loud slap resonates throughout the house, âHow could you?!â Taking a step forward, Mark extends his arm out to stop you. âIâm sorry.â He answers guiltily and eyes on the ground. âYou damn right!â She lets out a fake laugh, âWho wouldâve thought Iâd find you here at her house. To find out you WORK for her no scratch that, youâŠbabysit her.â She snorts. Eyes turn to lock onto yours, âI warned youâŠâ
The following week was an absolute hell. Maru had in fact kept her word and after learning the truth she made sure everyone heard it as well. The news broke like hell fire, by the end of the night the entire town and others have heard about it. Your parents found out and were furious given it was all their coworkers can talk about. Having to cut the business trip early, and their first words once they had walked through the doors was that Mark was fired.
It broke you, you didnât want him to leave and even pleaded for them to not be so harsh but they wouldnât hear it. Your poor brothers didnât understand what was going on and were just commanded to go to their rooms. Mark didnât argue nor fight and accepted it. âIâm sorry for causing so much trouble.â Since the news about his infidelity, Mark felt utterly dejected. Many gossiped, shocked to hear the golden boy had done such a thing. And although for the most part many still treated him no differently, Mark still felt as if he lost all the respect he worked so hard to gain. To see how quick he was to accept his departure from the family was something you couldnât handle. Running to catch him just as heâs about to enter his car, begging him to stay. âY/n i told you this was a mistake.â
âNo Mark itâs not-â âYes it is. Iâm sorry if I made you believe that there could ever be anything between usâŠâ he shakes his head along with a defeated sigh. âBut I think itâs best if we go our separate ways. To never contact each other again.â You hadnât noticed you had begun to tear up, to really think the boy in front of you had you feeling so strongly about him. But when you tried to grab his hand and he pulled away, shaking his head and a small no that leaves his mouth boy did that stab you straight into your chest. âGoodbye y/n.â âPlease Mark, why are you going back to her? She doesnât love you.â âY/n please donât do this-â âWhy not?! Mark sheâs using you for your inheritance money!â Something in him snapped, ice cold eyes stare you down as his frown turns to a scowl. âHow can you accuse her of such thing after what we did to her? To stoop so low?â He eyes you, no longer understanding the girl heâd grown so close to over the last few months. âMark-â âIâm trying to save my relationship with her, if you cared about me so much youâd allowed me to be happy.â And with that he gets inside his car and drive off.
Your college didnât waste time to make your drama the latest news, it was even worse when word got out that Mark had dropped out of school. You noticed the stares and the whispers. Those who were bold enough to mention how you were babysat by the âgolden loserâ as they liked to say but were quickly silent when you cursed them out. Your friends had stayed by your side though, and even took the liberty to throw anything nearest to them to anyone who even dared glance your way. âI cant believe she really outed you like that,â Ten scoffs. âYouâre not gonna let her get away with this right?â You managed to shrug in response, have lost much needed sleep. âYou better y/n, we all know Mark isnât her type. Sheâs definitely using him for his money.â Another friend of yours says. âExactly I heard her on the phone one time, admitted the whole thing.â
âWhat?â
âYup, wish I got that on tape-â âThatâs it.â Your friend send each other looks. âI know what to do.â âReally?â âIâll need your help though.â With chesire smiles and sly grins they lean in to hear what you had to say. âWeâre all ears.â
Mark had managed to land a job with one of the countryâs most top companies. Since the scandal, Mark had succumbed to his parents help and got the job through them. And now, as part of the companyâs committee, with his own office and personal assistants whatever free time he once had was gone. This meant no more hobbies, no more charity events and no more school. Maru has been keeping him on a tight leash, calls and texts tens of times each hour and expects for him to answer each and every one of them. Regularly visits him during his lunch breaks and expects him home no longer after thirty minutes of him clocking out. Mark had finally succumbed to a life of every sad average middle aged man who has ever lived. A confined life. But he tries to make amends with it, he reminds himself of what he did and it was only fair if he wanted his relationship and future marriage to work. But as the weeks goes on, it soon turns into months and his energy battery was heavily drained.
Stress levels at an all time high, heâs never drank so many cups of coffee and popped so many energy pills. A deadline was nearing and he was running behind on reviewing some paper work. He had been stuck in his office for hours without break, heâs sure to fall apart any second. âSir, you have someone for you.â He hears his assistant say over the speaker phone. âPlease tell my girlfriend Iâm busy.â After a few moments, they were knocking on the door. With a soft sigh, Mark sets his paperwork on the table and goes to stand when the door opens. Shocked to see it was in fact not his girlfriend. âY/n?â Closing the door behind you, he doesnât hear the sound of a click. âWhat are you doing here? How did you-â âRelax, I came to stop by itâs all.â Clearing his throat, Mark fixes his tie and sits. Motioning his hand for you to do the same. âWell say what you need to say I have a lot of work-â âMy brothers miss you.â He frowns sadly.
Hearing ruffling, he looks over to see you taking something out of your purse. âThey told me to give you these.â There in hand were nothing but tons of drawings all of which included him in their family portraits. âThey keep wondering when youâll be back. Iseul misses his favorite coach.â Mark looks thoroughly through all the drawings, almost forgetting where he was currently at and with who. âYeah wellâŠwe all gotta move on.â He clears his throat again and sets the pictures aside. Going to pick up his paperwork again, he stops when he feels you rest your hand on top of his. âWhat if I donât wanna move on.â âY/nâŠâ
A loud screech from the chair is heard when you abruptly stand. Walking around his desk only to stand directly in front of him. âDonât tell me youâve moved on from me.â You turn his chair to face you. âIâm engaged.â âSo.â âSo?â Eyes slightly widening when you proceed to sit on his lap. âThat shouldnât stop you from figuring out who you really wanna be with.â âAnd you know who I want to be with?â âMy birthday was last week.â âHappy belated birthdayâŠâ chuckling, you proceed to run your hand through his hair. âMark, did you really think I wouldnât figure out it was you who sent me that dress?â âI donât know what youâre talking aboutâŠâ
âThe black dress. You sent me it as a birthday gift after you failed to get the stain out of my old one.â Shaking his head, he tries his hardest to avoid eyes with you. But you can see how flushed heâs getting. âCâmon baby..â you press a soft chaste kiss to his cheek. âI can make you the happiest man. Donât tell me you enjoy working here.â He shrugs, âItâs not too bad.â âThen explain the eye bags.â Stopping your hand from touching his bags, he sighs. Before he can speak, his phone is being bombarded with text messages again. All of which were from Maru demanding his whereabouts. âReally? You enjoy being in a relationship with her?â âLook if youâre only here to change my mind then itâs not going to work-â. Mark goes to stand, to get you off his lap but you stop him. Holding his face in your hands as you murmur into his ear. âIâm not here to change your mind.â Another light kiss is pressed on his neck that sent the little hairs on his neck to stand. âIâm here to remind you how well we are for each other.â With no time to respond you press your lips up against his. He couldnât lie to himself anymore, he hadnât stopped thinking about you. He missed seeing you, to spend his time with you even when you stressed him out. It was always an adventure with you, so to have you in front of him and kissing him. He admits heâs a coward to not being able to follow through with his promises, how can he push you away when youâre exactly what he needs after days of relentless stress?
He hadnât noticed he was kissing you roughly, passionately. Leaning further and further into your lips until he has you laying flat out on his desk. His hands busying themselves and unbuttoning your oversized shirt that he hadnât realize was his that he left back at your house. Butterfly kisses down to your abdomen until he comes face to face with your jeans that he wastes no time ripping them off. Spreading your legs apart and seeing you were wearing a pair of red lacy panties that left little to the imagination. âWant your tongue Markie.â Markâs lustful stare wasted no time in ripping them off you and leaning right in.
âShit!â Mark swears as he pulls away from you. Grunting at yet another interruption from her, you sit up and hold him still. âRelax, not a word about my presence. Get rid of her quickly.â âHuh?â Pulling the two of you down, he sits on his chair while you hid underneath his desk. And in the very moment the door to his office is opened abruptly. âOh Maru!â He squeaks. âWhy didnât you answer my calls?â âIâm sorry, Iâm just so caught up with work.â âUh huhâŠâ she inspects the room for any signs of you. âWas there something important that you needed from me?â She shakes her head, âWhen are you coming home.â âJust as soon as I file these. It shouldnât take any more than an hour-OW, two! Two hours.â Maru furrows her brows at him, âAre you okay? Youâre acting odd.â âHaha no just stubbed my toe.â
It reeked of sex, music played softly in the background as the curtains darkened the room. Lit candles and rose petals everywhere made it all the more romantic. Much to Markâs whole claim about being faithful and what not, it didnât take much for you to break his walls. Every night since visiting his office the two of you have been sneaking around behind everyoneâs backs. Going on secret dates where like now, it ends with the two of you fucking each otherâs brains out. Sexting became a norm and ditching friends and family occurred a lot more often. Now where you currently lie, in the arms of the man you love with bed hair and a tired look on his face, you massage his scalp. Slowly lulling him to sleep but he tried to stay up despite how relax you made him feel. Snuggling in between your breasts merely responding to you with a hum. âMark?â He hums once more, âDid you hear me?â
Pulling away, Mark whines and tugs you closer to him. The bed automatically felt cold without your warmth, not only that but you were currently cock warming him and he didnât want you going anywhere anytime soon. One move and he worries heâll get hard again and after hours of fucking yourselves stupid he knows heâs not strong enough to go again. âYour wedding is tomorrow.â You state, thereâs a silence before you hear a small sad sigh. Mark had known the time was ticking before heâs officially become Maruâs spouse. At this very moment heâs supposed to be at his rehearsal dinner, he was in fact there for a bit. But after seeing his friends and family come up to him, congratulating him for finally about to tie the knot. To see her family tell him he better treat her right, and when theyâll have their first child blah blah blah. He knew he needed to get the hell out of there for fresh air, heart thumping and head pounding and the only thought in his mind was you. So without any doubt, he phoned you and with a simple, âI need youâ you were there.
Now in your bedroom, rest of the family out for dinner while you were given no other choice but to stay given youâre still grounded. You chose to entertain yourself with your lover in bed. At least thatâs what he is to you. Unlike Mark - who has been trying to ignore the fact that heâs getting married. Thatâs all you could think about, you canât see yourself without him. You can barely stand not seeing him for over eight hours. Can you honestly say you can see Mark marry someone else, your enemy at that and be okay with that? Absolutely not. âI said leave her.â Now this broke him out of his tired state, head lifted from your boobs he stares into your eyes. âWhat?â âYou heard me Mark.â Thereâs a moment of silence, and when you see him make the same look that says heâs about to disagree you cut him off.
âYou donât love her Mark.â âI know but-â âBut what?!â You were starting to get irritated, how can he possibly still want to marry her? Thereâs nothing she can offer him, nothing in her he truly fell in love with. Not in the way he fell for you. Heâs never said it out loud, but you donât need him to. On the days you visit him at your office he treats you more like his partner than he does when Maru visits. And word around the lobby, Mark seems a lot less stress when youâre around but then again they donât know what goes on his office when you visit but they have speculations. âYou love me Mark, not her.â Shifting to sit on his lap, like magnets his hands move to your hips to steady you. Your acrylic nails placed at his scratched up chest as a low grunt rolls off his tongue when you lower yourself on his now hardening cock. âIâm the one that makes you feel good..â leaning to press sweet kisses on his chest. Trailing their way up to his neck, âIâm the one that listens to your problemsâŠâ you can hear him take a large gulp, Adamâs apple prominent when he does so. âThe one who I prioritizeâŠâ and lastly a deep passionate kiss to his swollen lips. Pulling him and slightly smirking when you notice he chased after your lips for more. âI love you for youâŠnot like her who only sees you as a pawn in her game.â
With scrunched brows, he looks at you. âWhat do you mean?â Sighing, you get off him. He groans at the sensitivity and when had gotten off the bed he took it as opportunity to prop himself up against the bed frame. He watched as you walked over to your desk, pulling the drawer and out you grabbed a folder, setting it on his lap. âMy friends caught sight of her not too long ago.â He opens in and he couldnât believe what he saw. âBrandon Young, Sheâs been secretly dating him for about three years. Ring any bells?â It sure did, Brandon Young twenty five and just recently promoted to his department. Currently working on his floor and is secretary to one of Markâs business partners. âBrandon?â âFlip the page.â He does.
There were more pictures. Of Mark leaving his shared apartment with Maru and some of an unknown car pulling in only five minutes after his departure. Out comes the very man and on the last few photos were of Maru getting out of the apartment and greeting him with a heated make out session. A voice interrupts Markâs shock, looking up and seeing you had your phone in hand. It was Maruâs voice, she sounded as if she was speaking to someone.
âPatience babe, I told you soon as I get his inheritance money the both of us will go on our promised vacation to Spain. Trust me, heâs too dumb and naive to suspect anything, he hasnât even noticed weâve been having sex under the same roof as him.â A giggle is heard, âStill canât believe he thought I was actually in the bathroom for 45 minutes doing my makeup. Thank god his boss was talking his ear off for him to even notice you sneaking in the bathroom after me.â The recording ends.
Mark was quiet, stuck in his thoughts and although you couldnât read his mind his face said it all. He felt betrayed and played like a fool. To think he felt so shitty to be doing this to her when all along sheâs done it to him way before heâs ever worked for your family. And worse, using him for his money. He felt your hands cup his face, turning his head to look at you. âWe can be together Mark, itâs not too late. We can live a perfect life together one where weâll be happy forever. Weâll move away, far away from here and get married. Start a family and love each other endlessly, donât you want that?â He stares deep into your eyes, he doesnât say anything. And before you can add on to that, he leans in and catches you by surprise. Grabbing and tossing you onto the bed, hovering above you. âI want it baby.â He tells you after he detaches himself from your lips. Previously he only wanted to stay engaged with Maru for the lack of loyalty he had for her. He hoped that by marrying her, itâd make him less guilty of what heâd done. But he doesnât feel that anymore, not when he knows thereâs no reason to hold back from loving you freely.
âLets run away together.â He mumbles, forehead rests on top of yours. âJust you and me, forget about everyone.â You to try hold back the grin, giddy to know you finally had him. In love and just as equally obsessed with you. âTonight, letâs go tonight.â He whispers in your ear as he leaves kisses all over your marked skin. You agree, humming pleasantly when he nips at your sweet spot. âTonight.â You feel his hands begin to roam all over your skin until they find your perky tits. âHorny again?â You tease, âCanât help it youâre irresistible.â He murmurs, âIâm not complaining.â You press a peck on his nose. Pressing one last kiss on your lips before he turns you around, pressing your face on your pillow. Moaning you begin to feel his tip rub up against your clit.
One more quick fuck wouldnât hurt before running off together.
Heels tapped angrily on the marble floor. A stressed out bride pacing back and forth as her bridesmaids try to settle her nerves. âHe wonât pick up!â She yells, her mother going to rest her hands on her shoulder only to get brushed off coldly. âHe was no where to be seen last night! I swear if he has off with that tramp!â âNonsense Maru!â Her maid of honor shushes her up, fixing her hair and checking her makeup. âYou made it clear you didnât want him near her and he hasnât broken that promise. Iâm sure he had something come up donât worry.â Taking a deep breath, she nods. Forcing on a plastic smile, âYouâre rightâŠyouâre right, he would never do something such as leave me at the alter. Thatâs definitely not something Mark would do.â
Outside, chairs all facing the alter. Officiant checking his watch for the umpteenth time as guests are slowly becoming bored. The heat didnât make anything better and now they along with the servants had to endure wearing a very expensive attire thatâs now getting covered in their sweat. From behind them, they fail to notice the approaching figure until they walked right by them. In a basket, out they tossed what anyone would assume to be flower petals but this wasnât the case. Instead, copies of the very same photos Mark saw were being tossed on the floor. Some flew over guestâs head, with widened eyes and shocked gasps they pick up the photos of the bride very clearly cheating on the groom with as at this point everyone knew to be one of the best men.
Dates at the corner to show just how far back the cheating had been going on for. In the black dress Mark bought for your birthday, you made your way to the stage. Taking the mic away from the officiant and turning to face the crowd, tapping on the mic as the noise resonated off the speakers. Clearing your throat, you smiled at the crowd. âEvening ladies and gentlemen. Today, I come baring bad news.â From inside, your voice is loud enough to catch the attention of everyone including the bride herself.
âThe groom couldnât make it as he is currently on his way to the airport.â The crowd erupts in gasps, all whispering amongst themselves. âAs devastated any one would be in his situation, he chose to go on with his life and has decided to walk a different path. One where he wonât get married to a cheating, manipulative gold digger like Maru Kim.â Running out of the building, both groomsmen and bridesmaids right behind her. A look of horror is set on her face, âYouâre lying!â She shouts immediately gaining the attention of the crowd. Gasping when she catches sight of them holding the pictures of her and Brandon. Turning over and seeing he turned his head to avoid confrontation. Clearly embarrassed by all the judgmental looks he was getting.
âThat doesnât prove anything! So what if we dated? That was long ago and weâre not dating anymore and Iâll be damned if I let some skank like you ruin my wedding!â Shrugging, you nod. âYouâre rightâŠthe pictures arenât enough proof. So shall we see some more?â Turning around, you move off to the side. A large projector screen which was meant to show pictures of the then husband and wifeâs most âhappiestâ memories. But as it turns on, it shows quite the contrary. On camera reveals Maru and Brandon on dates together, some where they kiss and others where they cuddle. Then it pans to a moment in which Mark calls her, âNo yeah Iâll be home soon donât worry.â She speaks to him while Brandon busied himself in kissing her neck. A grin on her face and tries to push him away only to get pulled back in.
And lastly, the audio Mark heard. Everyoneâs baffled and utterly disgusted. Turning to stare at the bride with a look of judgment. Some beginning to whisper not so lowly about how vile she is. Maru stood in her spot absolutely humiliated, no way can she prove her innocence now. And as she turns to look at Brandon, she knows he wouldnât say nor do anything to back her up. Turning to her bridesmaids and seeing them only raise their brows at her, all silently criticizing her. Eyes on her mother whom can barely stare at her by how disappointed she is. âCanât believe she used him for his money.â A voice says loud enough for everyone to hear. Holding up a white paper with writing on it, in bold letters does it say bankruptcy. âUnfortunately mommy and daddy got too cocky with their money and had lost it all isnât that right?â More gasps, embarrassed her parents look away. âAnd you thought the only way Maru Kim can stay living the life of luxury is by drying Mark out of his. Brandon over here had been disowned by his own parents and therefore kicked from the familyâs wealth. So the two of you decided to take advantage of the poor guy who simply just wanted to achieve his dreams. How sad.â Markâs parents had been there, angered by this they stand to face her. âHow could you!â Markâs mother yelled. âDonât yell at my daughter!â Maruâs father responds. âDonât you raise your voice at my wife!â And like a chain reaction, the entire place erupts in shouts. And it isnât until you speak into the microphone again do they stop.
âCongratulations Maru for managing to stay engaged up until the wedding day, itâs unfortunate the groom couldnât attend due to obvious reasons but! Rest assured, heâll be doing much better from here on out.â The ends of your mouth curl upward, tears boiling to the rim she shouts,
âYouâre lying! Guys sheâs lying!â But no one was convinced at that. âYou just canât accept the fact that I have something you canât have, youâre just jealous you canât be me.â She huffs.
âSee thatâs where you go wrong, because no matter what you do orâŠwho you do. Iâll always have whatâs rightfully mine.â From behind your back, you finally reveal what was wrapped around your finger. Large, white and bright. Definitely a lot more expensive than the one she has and a lot more pleasing to the eyes. The color drains from her face, and soon the others began to piece together how exactly you fit into this whole situation. But that wasnât the most shocking of it all.
âI guess in the end, you were the one who really failed. Isnât that right Maru?â Stepping down the stage, you make your way down the walk way. Just about to leave you stand beside the now mascara stained bride, eyes still filled with anger and fists at her sides. Bouquet of flowers now terribly crumbled.
âExpect an Insta post of our wedding soon.â
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