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[ abstract ]: He breaks up relationships, professionally. Lee Minho is the man people call when they wanna end things with their (not so) better half but don’t have the guts to do it. But this Christmas time everything changes, when he receives an offer from his former best friend and college roommate who needs desperate help to break up with his fiancée—you. However, this complicates everything. After all, you’ve been the only person that’s ever made Minho believe that true love might actually exist. So, what happens when you take the delivered message about the break up not so well and Minho—feeling guilty—offers you a place to stay, all while pushing away the feelings he’s had for you for years?
[ general ]: minho + fem reader, childhood friends/enemies → lovers, non idol au, best friend’s ex, demisexual reader, angst + fluff + smut, sunshine x grumpy, she falls first but he falls harder
[ warning ]: break up, mention of infidelity
[ words ]: 2.6K
[ note ]: here’s the first part for my advent calendar series! I hope you guys enjoy. The huge excitement when I announced my story made me so happy (but also nervous ngl) so: enjoy! And let me know what you thought about the first episode by commenting, reblogging or sending an ask my way 🩵
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Minho decides to not hit the snooze button yet another time, when the alarm starts ringing once more. What a start of the week. He desperately would have needed another hour of having his eyes closed but there’s no minute left for that.
Sitting upright on his king sized bed, he swings his feet to the ground and gets up. When he finally blinks a few times and takes in his surroundings, he notices the red leather purse that’s placed on his huge sofa in his studio apartment.
”You’re still here, Tanya?” he asks, hearing his own voice echo into the distance.
There she is, already freshly styled and in a new outfit, reaching for her bag, “What do you mean, Min?”
She looks confused. Like she usually does when Minho asks weird questions like this. They’ve been dating for some time, so why is he speaking as if he wants to get rid of her?
“I’ve got a work appointment in less than an hour. I should get going. I wasn’t aware you’d stay here for so long,” he tries to save his ass but only makes it worse.
The blonde woman scoffs, “So, what? Am I an inconvenience for you? Good morning to you too, Lee.”
She grabs her jacket, already on the way to the door.
“Shit—wait, that’s not what I meant. It came off weirdly, I’m sorry. You mean so much to me,” Minho replies, running after her, as he reaches for Tanya’s hand.
She raises one of her eyebrows. “How much?”
“Very much,” he instantly replies. Because that’s the truth. At least he thinks so. He enjoys spending time with that woman, so why make such a huge fuss about it? Isn’t that all that counts?
“So much that you still haven’t introduced me to any of your friends, huh?”
Ouch. Right.
“I’ve explained it to you…” he says, sounding like a broken record to the woman whose hand he’s gripping onto right now.
“Yeah, Minho. And I’ve been patient,” Tanya starts again. “For way too long. I can’t do this situationship type of thing. You’re a great guy and I thought it was worth it to give it a try despite your commitment issues–“
“I don’t have–“
She sighs, “Are you lying to yourself now?”
“Sorry,” he says, his voice dropping quiet.
“That’s all you ever say, Minho. That you’re sorry. But your actions don’t show it. Last night was the last chance I gave you,” she explains to him.
He looks at her bewildered, not quite getting it. Now Minho is the confused one. “Last chance? I wasn’t even aware of that.”
Tanya chuckles, “That’s always what it’s like with you men. You didn’t see it coming.” She takes a deep breath. There’s no bad blood there, but she’s tired of it. “I’m not mad at you—maybe a bit, for wasting my time. Which is why I have to go. But I hope if you find the woman that’s worth fighting for so that you will man up and do so.”
“Tanya– wait!”
“Don’t. Have a nice day,” is what she says, her voice gentle, before Minho hears his front door close.
Fucking hell. What a start of the week. It’s only Monday. Minho pushes the sadness and all his feelings away, as he’s done for the past 26 years. Even though he just ended something that could have become so serious if he didn’t have those commitment issues. He’s gotta get himself together—there are a bunch of customers waiting for him, ready to get what they ordered.
So, that’s the irony, to explain a bit of context here. Minho basically has turned his weakness into his passion and career. Similar to Batman—but whereas the rich superhero saves the city, Minho basically destroys it. Okay. That’s a bit harsh. He only breaks hearts, professionally.
What does that mean?
Well, Minho works for a company that does the dirty jobs no one wants to do. They’re the ones you call when you—for whatever reason—aren’t able to end a relationship on your own. Minho will do it for you—visit your (still) significant other, deliver that message to them, offer a bit of empathy, and go to the next appointment.
He’s been doing this for a little over two years now, after he’s decided to start all over again and it’s going great. Minho is the most successful in his team, ending a couple of relationships per day. Seoul is a big city and there seem to be a lot of unhappy people that would rather have someone else send those awful news than do it themselves.
Jokes aside—there are situations in which it’s better for safety reasons to call a professional like Minho. The Break Up Business (they could have been a little more creative there) will also do the aftercare. A huge basket full of chocolate, awful romantic movies on DVDs (retro), tissues and whatever one asks for to get them through the next stage of their life.
It’s already noon and time for his lunch break, when Minho has saved a woman out of the claws of her possessive (now ex) boyfriend, called out a serial cheater and ended a relationship between two more couples that just didn’t know how to communicate.
When he’s done with his caesar salad and the iced americano, he receives a call from his boss.
“What is it?” he asks, listening to the man at the other side of the speaker.
“I’ve got another spontaneous job for you. I’ll send you the address, alright?”
That’s also how it’s gonna be sometimes. Usually, Minho meets the part of the relationship who wants to end things first, discussing everything with them. However, from time to time, there might be a job that one of his colleagues has already started and for schedule reasons he needs to finish it. It’s less work but also a bit more complicated to really get into a case this way. But he's gonna ace it anyway.
Minho takes a quick glimpse at the information and data his boss sent him, when he notices something. Weird. He’s heard of that street before. He remembers that his former best friend thought about moving there and even visited an apartment for sale.
Why is he remembering this?
Well, Minho has always compared himself to Hyunwoo ever since they became roommates in college. The slightly older one used to be way more charismatic, bringing home women after women, while still succeeding and being year’s best in school.
Minho has never had issues with that life—he’s kind of become this way nowadays too, having strangers sleeping in his bed over and over again—but a very certain detail makes his stomach do a little twist.
Chill the fuck out. It’s just the same street. This doesn’t mean that Hyunwoo is the customer.
Until he reads further.
Customer: Choi Hyunwoo
Fucking hell. The thing is—it wouldn’t be much of an issue if his former roommate didn’t start a relationship with a very certain someone. A person whose heart Minho does not want to break. After all, they destroyed his own little feelings years ago, without even knowing.
You.
The only woman he’s ever loved, cherished, imagined a serious future with. Until she decided to go out with his roommate instead because Minho was too much of a coward to be straightforward and honest when he knew he had the chance.
Shit. First Tanya breaks up with him and now a person from season 3 of his life returns to season 5. This can’t be real. And it’s only Monday.
And when Minho reads further, all his assumptions turn out to be true.
Partner: Y/L/N Y/N
He can’t do this. He can’t deliver a message of heartbreak to you. But Minho also has never cancelled a job offer. This would look very bad and he knows his boss has high expectations especially when it comes to him.
Minho knew this was gonna come back and bite him in the ass one day.
When he reaches your apartment building, luckily the door downstairs is opened, so he can just crawl up the stairs and get ready for his misery. The irony yet again. You are the one who’s gonna have their life changed in less than a minute and Minho is projecting it onto himself. But it’s the first time it feels as if he’s actually breaking up with someone and not just delivering a message.
The door swings open and he notices your smile fade away the second you see him. Gosh. You look even prettier than two ago when he last saw you. You’ve got your hair and nails done all prettily, wearing one of those illegally tight skirts that would make him go crazy even back in college.
Minho and you have known each other for a long time, getting way back to middle school, which makes his emotional attachment to you worse. Especially since that man has commitment issues and this is a foreign terrain for him.
“W-What do you want?” you ask. No hello, no greetings. But he doesn’t blame you. After all, you ended things on not so good terms.
“I’m…” he begins, his words getting caught in his throat. Shit. This has never happened to him. He’s so utterly nervous. “Can I come in?”
“Why?” you ask, looking at him confused, “Hyunwoo is at work, he won’t be back until the evening hours.”
Yeah I know. I read his case file. He’s already got someone else to stay the night with that’s been going on for some months but I’m gonna spare you the details.
“It’s… not related to him,” Minho lies.
And then, suddenly, your whole demeanour shifts.
“Shit. Did something happen? Something with your mum?”
Fuck. The fact that you’re instantly getting worried about his family makes him feel like an even bigger asshole. Why the hell is he doing this to you?
But it’s his job. He’s got no choice.
“Can I come inside?” he asks, ignoring your questions.
“S-Sure.” You let him in and tell him to sit down on the couch in the huge living room. “Can I offer you something to drink?”
“It’s fine, thanks,” he declines.
Your apartment is beautiful, although a little pretentious but he knows Hyunwoo’s taste a lot.
“So, what’s with mum?” you ask now, referring to his mother. But you’re close to her too—after all she’s best friends with your mum—since Minho and you have known each other for over ten years.
“Nothing. I’m here for something else,” he admits.
“W-What is it then? Minho, you’re starting to scare me…”
He throws his head back, showing off his adam’s apple and it does something unholy to you that you’re way too ashamed to admit.
“I’m here because of Hyunwoo,” he confesses.
“I told you he isn’t there,” you state, looking at him confused. God, can all women stop looking at him like this?
“I know. I’m delivering a message from him,” he starts again.
“What are you now? A pigeon? I don’t understand this,” you try to handle the situation with humour.
“I work for a company called The Break Up Business and people call us if t-they want to end their relationship. I’m here to tell you that Choi Hyunwoo doesn’t want to be with you anymore,” he runs over his own words, blurting them out as fast as he can. Usually, he’s much more charismatic with that.
“What? Are you kidding me? It’s not even April Fools day,” you tell him.
“I’m sorry.”
You scoff, “No, you’re not, Minho. You’ve actually never been sorry for anything in your life. I know you too well for this.”
Ouch. That hurt. Although you might be right.
He reaches for a package that’s placed beside him, “I can offer you a basket filled with–“
“Shove that up your ass, Lee.” You laugh in his face because what else are you supposed to do? “Why the hell are you the one delivering that message? Why can’t Hyunwoo end things like an adult with me?”
You’re not gonna break my heart again. I’m over you. That’s why I started dating your roommate in the first place.
“Fucking shit, six months before the wedding. What a prick,” you sigh, speaking to yourself but you know that Minho is still listening. It’s probably part of his job. What a weird career path he’s chosen there. He might as well have ended up on a reality TV show instead.
“We offer–“ he starts but immediately gets interrupted.
“I don’t care, Minho. I’m not in a state to function right now, as you can see. I’m sure you’re familiar with these things, regarding you’re doing this professionally. I didn’t know you’d become so low.”
Ouch. That was personal. That was some hidden resentment that’s bubbling up like a volcano from within. But Minho is used to way worse reactions—objects being thrown his way, being yelled at until his ears hurt, having to call the police in a few cases.
“I understand that you’re angry. You’ve got every right to be,” is what he says—a typical customer service phrase that won’t get him in any legal trouble but serve the bare minimum of fake-empathy.
“Did he even give a reason?”
He realises now—that’s the first time you’re actually asking for details on the break up. So far, you’ve complained about Minho talking to you or Hyunwoo’s timing but not the situation itself.
“He did. He’s found someone else,” Minho states, telling you what he’s read in the case file.
“Cool. Cool. Cool. Yeah, no doubt. Kinda saw that coming, but I’ve always been blind I guess,“ you say, pushing your glasses a little higher on your nose.
“Again, I am really sorry. If you ever need help or someone to talk to–“
“That someone is definitely not you,” you spit back.
Minho takes a deep breath, pressing the palms of his hands together. “We have professionals. Here’s a list of phone numbers and mail addresses you can contact,” he says, handing you a piece of paper.
“Okay,” is all that makes it past your lips. “Can you please go now? I need to pack my shit and see where I’ll be staying the night.”
“Right,” he says, handing you another sheet, “we’ve booked a hotel room for you. You can stay there for the next night and then you’re asked to leave the apartment since it’s under Choi Hyunwoo’s name.”
Minho sounds like a robot.
He’s never thought he’d break your heart some day. But Minho is blatantly unaware of the fact this isn’t the first time this has happened. After all, you wouldn’t be in a position like this if he made the right decisions a few years ago.
“I’ll… I’ll see you again tomorrow, for another appointment regarding the moving out process,” your former childhood frenemy informs you.
“You’re gonna be there too? So your company does everything to ruin people’s lives?”
Nothing new for Minho and you. After all, he’s the one who was constantly picking fights and annoying you during middle and high school, then became friends with you in college just to walk out of your life again. You’re used to it by now.
“We will help you find a place to stay. You don’t have to take that offer. But we’re here,” he explains.
“Oh, I will. You’re the one who put me in this situation so you’re gonna find a solution for me.”
And perhaps there’s a slight chance that you want him to stay in your life for a day longer now that he’s back.
“Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow then,” Minho announces, before he leaves the apartment.
When he’s out the door, he feels tears pricking on his lower lashline. Fuck. He should have just told his boss to give that case to someone else.
But on the bright side—he’s got you back. You’re single. He’s single.
What if–
Shit, slow down. You wouldn’t give him a chance anyway, right?
˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚ 𝐈 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐂𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐈𝐧 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝟐 - Hyunjin x FEM Reader!
cw : photographer Hyunjin, you're his muse, murder, nudes, a really amount of blood, kinky, kidnapping, jealousy, gore, sequel of i like you covered in blood, very jealous hyunjin, bratty reader - sensitive content ! MDNI. SENSITIVE CONTENT!
sw : angry sex, knife play, choking, dry humping, anal, pinv, oral (both), rough sex, creampie, unprotected sex, teasing, hair pulling, ass eating, cum eating, MDNI !!! they'll have sex covered in blood, again.
wc : 9k
synopsis : Once you'd discovered Hyunjin's nature, nothing had stopped you from wanting him more. He was even more like you now, more than you had ever imagined, and you'd become one thing with him, having entered into a kind of morbid symbiosis. Your minds were capable of devising actions that even the best detective could never have imagined; after all, who could have suspected you? And your most tantalising plan was about to take place: a bloodbath in the privè of a casino would be perfect for you. And after seeing the way the men looked at you, Hyunjin's jealousy became even more intense. And we know, you loved seeing him covered in blood for you.
a/n : hiii, im back after a long time pause. I'm sorry for making you wait for so long but it was a really bad moment for me and my mental health so i prefered to not write for a while buttt im back and im trying to write more and to fullfil the requests i recived in these months 🩷 i hope u will like this new one, since you loved so much the first one, here's the requested second part !! 🥰🥰 ( requested by @kahndzilla sorry if i made you wait for so long )
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Once you had discovered Hyunjin's nature, nothing had stopped you from wanting him more. He was even more like you now, more than you had ever imagined, and you had become one with him, having entered into a kind of morbid symbiosis. Your minds were capable of devising actions that even the best detective could never have imagined; after all, who could have suspected you? And your most tantalising plan was about to take place: a bloodbath in the privè of a casino would be perfect for you. And after seeing the way they looked at you, Hyunjin's jealousy had become even more intense. And you loved seeing him covered in blood for you.
You walked quietly through the vast white room, the color deliberately chosen to contrast with the vermilion that would soon adorn the walls. You were at another exhibition, or at least you were there during its organization. Although recent events had forced you to keep an even lower profile, that hadn't stopped you from pursuing your passion and your art lessons, now deepened by one of the people you respected most. You sipped your coffee as huge photographs hung on the walls, breaking the monotony of the white walls with their vibrant red, the theme this time was chosen almost viscerally, not surprisingly the main color was red, your favorite color as well as the one of the mind behind the entire artistic design of the exhibition.
But the real theme of this exhibition was blood: hot, thick, full-bodied. You knew how much he loved art and how much he loved to convey his passions through the most unthinkable things, but he - he was was that element.
Hyunjin was blood itself - red, passionate, full-bodied, and warm. And you knew his little secret, he was not just blood because of these characteristics, but because he represented it himself, his hands soaked in blood, in pain and torture. That was what had made you bond with him even more, his being so similar to you. You and Hyunjin were the same person, you shared the same ideas, the same interests. (and the same unhealthy ideas). You saw him in his leather jacket giving instructions on where to place a huge machine that looked like an excavator, and you immediately wondered what it was for. Hyunjin was so spontaneous and sudden, almost like a bolt from the blue, that even you did not know what was going through his mind, he was thinking about something and had to create it or have it right away. And you knew these traits about him very well, he could very well get what he wanted, when he wanted it, he was very convincing, everyone fell at his feet. Even you.
But it was impossible not to fall victim to Hwang Hyunjin's incredible charm, not only his handsome face, full lips and Greek god-like body, but also his way of speaking so calmly, his voice was warm but at the same time, sometimes, hoarse and almost scratchy, it was as if he hypnotized you and made you do what he wanted. His gaze was magnetic as he spoke, watching you in a way that really seemed to want to read you, explore you, and know your darkest secrets. The words flowed smoothly from his lips as if they were made of sweet caramel, wrapped around his fingers and it was done, you were trapped and you knew well that no one could get out.
But you didn't feel trapped; you had found someone who understood you, someone like you.
You looked at him with furrowed brows, curious to know what this huge machine he had brought into the hall was for. He had rented a very large space for the exhibition, and not only had the number of photographs on display increased, but also the number of plastics and sculpted pieces that also evoked blood. Huge and small installations placed here and there recreated clumps, dense reddish clusters that somehow resembled blood. This exhibit was the Hyunjin you had come to recognize over the months.
As he looked at you from a distance, his usual winking expression cleared his face and he began to approach you with great strides. The way he walked was also extremely attractive.
"Have you come to keep me company? Or are you just curious, Princess?" he chuckled, grabbing your neck and taking a sip of your coffee. His eyes were fixed on yours, and he knew he had a certain effect when he looked at you that way. You bit your lower lip and pointed at the huge contraption behind him. "What's that? Don't get cryptic with me Hyunjin, I want to know your evil little plan." You sneered and then pulled his meaty lips towards you, too bad he had other plans in mind. "My little one, it is a surprise and therefore I will not tell you anything. You once told me that I pay much attention to how I compose my works and put as much passion into them, I want to know your opinion after you observe this wonderful idea I had just this morning. The final touch, it will be a surprise, and it will no doubt be your touch as well. I want to convey a different passion this time," he whispered in your ear, and you shivered. You smiled and left a kiss on his lips.
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐
You were cleaning your equipment, the usual smell filled the room as you rushed to clean your knives with the bleach soaked cloth. Hyunjin entered the room with a grin on his face and a barrel in his hands, which made you ask a few questions, but you assumed it was about his new work. Without a word, he approached you and took some blood with his thumb before he placed it on your lips and began a greedy kiss. This was what you felt for each other, a different, ravenous, dangerous love. He said nothing and pulled away with the usual winking smile you had become accustomed to.
"You're going to leave me here like this?" you bit your lip, then wiped the blood away and followed him, jumping on his shoulders. The smirk that wouldn't leave his lips was still there. "I have other plans for you, little Y/N. " he chuckled and then let you down from his shoulders. He set the barrel on the floor and grabbed you by your hips, slamming you against the wall, your lusting gaze had always remained that way, it had not changed at all since you had engaged in whatever it was you were doing at that moment. Your neck became his net at that very moment. Your legs were harpooned around his pelvis and your hands were tangled in his long hair. "I have a very big plan for us this weekend," he whispered in your ear as he consumed your skin.
The moment you had been waiting for had arrived: it was finally going to happen.
You had missed watching him kill, you loved seeing him in action, his gaze so subtle and dark that it penetrated your bones. His agile movements with the knife, the way you saw him take the bodies, cut them up, and dip them in those substances that would preserve them as if they were porcelain dolls from the 1800s.
It had become one of your favorite pastimes.
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐
You stood naked on Hyunjin's body as he spread his hands over you, feeling the texture of your skin as you bit your lips and moved your body over his still naked pelvis. You never tired of consuming your skin with this man, and neither did he. He loved to touch you, burning when his lips made contact with your bare skin. You could see it clearly when he rolled his eyes when you touched him. He bit your hip before wrapping his fingers around your buttocks, squeezing them between his fingers and licking his lips.
You began to move your pelvis over the older man's again, looking defiant. You loved the tension that was created between you; you were like two predators and two prey that would not stop hunting each other. The heat of your skin increased as the excitement found its way back into your bodies.
His hand reached for your loose, soft hair that fell over your shoulders, grabbing it in his fist and pulling without any delicacy, making you moan. "I love seeing you at my mercy like this," he whispered as he squeezed your thigh with his other hand. "You love having everything under your control, that's different," he grinned, he couldn't argue with something so obvious. "I love having you under my control more, little Y/N."
"But I'm not under your control, maybe you're under mine and you don't get it," you giggled. He stood up suddenly, flexed his abs and looked into your eyes. He tugged harder at your hair and then reached for your ear. "Nobody can control me, baby doll," he growled, then bit your earlobe and lay back down, putting both arms under your head. But you loved provoking him, loved going against him, and that dynamic made your relationship even more exciting. "Says who?" you leaned over his chest, letting only the tip of his member enter you, moving to provoke him. You heard him moan, which made you laugh, and then you got up and went to the bathroom.
You did not notice the young man's cunning moves as he grabbed you from behind and pinned you to the wall. "You should stop contradicting me, Princess," he bit your shoulder as you ran your bottom over his still naked member to distract him. "Or what? That's where the fun is, beautiful." you giggled, earning yourself a slap on the butt. "We're supposed to be talking about our next move, Princess, but you keep distracting me and that's not good," he said in a rough voice, then dropped to his knees and slid his tongue between your buttocks while squeezing one with one hand and holding your hands together with the other.
"And how would I distract you?" you sneered, arching your back to seek more contact with his tongue, which by now had crossed your orifice and penetrated you. You moaned as he bit one of your buttocks. He did not give you an answer, but it was clear to you. He continued to penetrate you with his tongue until two fingers found your clit, moving quickly until you climaxed for the third time that night. He lifted himself off the floor and licked his fingers before biting you. "There you go, sweetheart," he roared, then picked you up like a sack of potatoes and walked to his studio, where he did more than just paint.
Blood was everywhere as an open body in two was placed on the desk. He positioned himself on it with a pocket knife and plunged his hands into its innards, cutting and removing every organ in his path. He motioned for you to join him and placed the pocket knife between his lips, then stood behind you and touched your body with his red liquid-stained hands. "Now it's time for your task, baby doll, do it like no one else could," he bit your ear, making you moan. You loved this side of Hyunjin.
"You still have to tell me about your plan, Hyunjin," you whispered while tending to the corpse's organs. Meanwhile, he gathered your hair into a braid while he analyzed your actions and ate you with his gaze.
One thing you loved about Hyunjin was that he was insatiable about everything, nothing was enough for him, he always wanted more, he was never satisfied. Especially when it came to having you. He loved to get you any way he could, anytime he could, and he did not hide it, he loved to see your expressions when you wanted him as much as he wanted you.
And he would never stop once he found his mate for life. No one would ever take you away from him, you were his and you would remain his for eternity.
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐
A week had passed and you still hadn't heard anything about the faditic plan that Hyunjin wanted to put into action, a plan that was supposed to take place last Saturday. Every time he was about to tell you what to do, you would end up doing something else without a second thought, maybe he was right when he told you that you were distracting him, but it certainly wasn't your fault.
In spite of Hyunjin and your special hobbies, you had not neglected your studies and duties, often he had even come to pick you up from college, and many of your female colleagues envied your handsome as well as romantic partner. Yes, Hyunjin could be a ruthless serial killer, but with you, he was a galant, a classy man who knew how to be romantic and elegant. There were many times when you found him leaning against his sports car, with his sunglasses and hair blowing in the wind, holding a bouquet of roses and a cappuccino. Not to mention the passion with which he kissed you as soon as you were in his arms.
Distracting you from your thoughts was the latter, who came in covered in blood from head to toe. You jumped to your feet and held him in your arms, wondering what had exhausted him and whose blood it was. But before you had a chance to say anything, he kissed you so passionately that you could feel his desire burning inside you. "Hyunjin, what happened?" you said, holding his face in your hands. "My victim rebelled this time, I took her down and wiped away the traces, but she hurt me," you didn't even give him time to finish and carried him to the bathroom, undressing him completely and biting your lip when you saw huge cuts on his shoulder and thigh.
Without wasting any time, you washed away the blood and bandaged the wounds, sewing up the deeper ones.
"Please don't make me worry anymore, I wouldn't know what to do without you," you whispered, bringing your foreheads together. He smiled and kissed your lips and struggled up as he entered the shower, motioning for you to follow and help him. You did nothing, just took care of him and then carried him to bed and prepared dinner. It was a quiet evening: quiet interrupted by the same boy kissing your neck as a sign of comfort.
"I've put off this plan for far too long, I can't let this prey get away. Next week will be the decisive one and you will come with me," he said, pulling himself up with difficulty. "Hyunjin, you are injured, what are you going to do in this condition?" you bit your lip, worried about this plan you had bad feelings about. "I'll be better next week, now let me explain: it will take place in a casino, I've booked a private room, and there will be bigwigs I have to take out before they do it to me. And you will be my partner, ready to take them out with me, I'll need you to distract them, no one can resist you, baby doll. But don't worry, one will touch you, you are mine," he chuckled and then gave you a kiss on the lips.
You sighed and began to stroke his hair, trusting him blindly but afraid that such a big blow in a crowded place would give you away. "What are you thinking, baby? Don't tell me you're scared? My Y/N wouldn't be afraid of anything," he looked up at you as he stroked your tits with one hand. "I'm not afraid of not making it, but what if we get caught? It's too crowded." he interrupted you, kissing you frantically while his hands danced on your breasts, you hated and loved at the same time that he knew exactly how to block your fears.
"Do you trust me? I have everything under control, you know how I am." he whispered and then pulled you onto him without you being able to touch the wound. "I would put my life only in your hands Hyunjin," he smiled and you kissed him again and then went to the living room to get your books and notes. You had to get ahead with your studies so that you could finally get your dream job one day. Hyunjin made room for you in the bed as you got comfortable so you could continue studying and he watched you, taking a few bites now and then and kissing you once in a while. You loved this softer side of him as well.
Hyunjin was a thousand shades and it was impossible to know them all at once, he gave you a way to discover him as you went along and you especially liked that.
"Stop distracting me, handsome," he laughed, then pulled himself up and kissed you, this time with more desire. "Sorry, Y/N, but you know I couldn't resist you even if I wanted to. Since the first time my eyes met yours, I have desired you like never before, and I still do. In fact, I would like to continue those nude sessions we interrupted, immortalizing your body is one of my favorite hobbies," he whispered in your ear, placing a hand between your legs and then playing with the crotch of your panties.
"Just immortalizing it, honey?" you scoffed and continued with your homework. He was not going to distract you again, you had to resist, no matter how hard it was for you. "Oops, you found me, baby doll, and now what? What are you going to do? Are you going to arrest me?" he laughed and slid a finger inside you, making you moan again. "If you keep this up I might, but taking advantage of the wounded is not nice Mr. Hwang," you bit your lower lip and then pulled it out of the collar of your shirt, consuming his lips again.
"Oops," he grinned and then moved his fingers in and out of your intimacy, causing you to throw your head back as he took care of consuming the skin on your neck. You understood how much he loved to bite you, to leave his marks on you, to let others know how much you belonged to him, and it didn't bother you at all.
You arched your back and pressed your pelvis against his hand, which made more and more room inside you, now it was not just two fingers but three, and with his thumb he was massaging your clitoris so that you could reach orgasm as soon as possible. Hyunjin had never said it explicitly, but you were sure he loved the way you rolled your eyes and arched your back when he made you come. And when he finally got his reward, he brought his fingers to your lips and made you suck your humors, then kissed you and savored you in every way. "I would kill for this and I would kill for you, Y/N." he bit your lip and then adjusted your panties.
"Now you can keep studying, baby doll." he chuckled and then gave you a kiss and you could only return it and continue what you had started.
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The day of the big heist you and Hyunjin had planned had finally arrived. You were waiting for him to come home with the things he had bought. You didn't have any suitable clothes for a casino, so Hyunjin was fixing that. You took a hot shower and then styled your hair into ringlets and did a bit of make-up. If you had been a man, you would have been impressed. You were stunning that night, wondering what outfit Hyunjin had picked for you. In the end, he was handsome in every way.
When you heard the door open, you smiled. You reached the door and watched your partner set down the envelopes before looking at you from head to toe. You were wrapped in a towel, and that alone would have normally driven him crazy. You could see him biting his lips as if to draw blood and reaching for you in a second, pinning you to the wall. His eyes conveyed his desire, and you understood him instantly. He rolled his eyes, knowing he couldn't do anything right then, but his hands explored your body, removing the towel and playing with your curves. "Stay still, or you have to finish what you're going to start," you threatened. "You know I'm impatient," you teased. He growled and pulled away from you. "And you know it will be hard for me not to touch you all night."
You approached him, now naked, with a cat's grace. You stroked his arm and licked his earlobe. You loved to tease him, and it was working. You saw that his hands had tightened their grip on the back of the sofa. "You're making it hard for me. We're going to be late, princess," he said in a low, guttural voice. You laughed and started looking through the envelopes. Your eyes fell on the underwear envelope. Hyunjin knew your taste perfectly and once again had picked well. You noticed his eyes on you as you took out the gift he had bought. You removed the label and began to put on the underwear, which was made for your body. The panties were white, made of lace, and covered your pubic area while leaving a gap from your pubic bone up to your hips. A single thread connected the rest. The bra was made entirely of triangle lace, also strictly white. It was the same set as the panties, and it came with a pair of matching underwear.
Hyunjin's gaze fixed on your body, and you could feel it, and you loved it. "Get dressed or I'll rip it all off now and swear I'll have sex with you so hard you'll forget where you came from, too," he teased, pointing his tongue in your cheek and handing you another envelope. This time it contained heels and a dress. You couldn't deny that Hyunjin had impeccable taste in fashion. He was elegant and refined, always careful about what he wore.
The dress was long with a side slit and was ivory in color. It was a tight, silk mermaid skirt, a tight corset over the bust, and stiff, wide bracts also made of silk that fell over the soft shoulders. It made your breasts look bigger. And you were sure Hyunjin wanted you to look like an angel, which you absolutely were not. Your heels were the same color. As you wore the whole outfit, you looked at Hyunjin, but he was looking back at you. He approached you with another envelope, and inside was a flashy gold-colored necklace. He leaned over your neck and fastened the jewel around your neck. "You look stunning, like a princess. I can't wait to take everything off you." He whispered, and then he added a bracelet, earrings, and a ring.
You were curious about what he would wear. Knowing Hyunjin would play the same game, you made yourself comfortable in the armchair next to the sofa, crossing your legs. The man with the raven hair chuckled and winked.
He started to undress slowly, his perfect body looking good in the light of the room. You could tell he really wanted to take your clothes off. You were surprised that he didn't wear underwear; he went straight to elegantly cut, black pants, and stopped by a belt. The shirt he chose was white, semi-transparent, and you could see the contours of his body underneath. You found yourself squeezing your thighs together. He left the first three buttons of his shirt unbuttoned and wore various types of jewelry, completing his outfit with a black jacket. The shoes were classic, elegant ankle boots. He looked like a prince, with a sharp, charming look and long, almost curly hair falling over his shoulders. But people didn't know about his twisted and sick mind.
"I have one more thing for you, my little Y/N," he said, approaching you and taking your ankle from the side opposite the split. He made you wear an anklet with a thin, sharp dagger. You smiled; you were going to love this evening. "We're going to have a lot of fun today, princess," he whispered in your ear. He then took your hand and led you to the mirror. He stroked your arms with the back of his hand as his lips left kisses on your shoulder. He moved in closer, squeezing your hips and biting your neck. He had held back too long, and you knew he would explode sooner or later. You giggled and turned your face toward him, and he ran his tongue over your lips. He tried to kiss you, but you refused. "No, beautiful, we'll be late."
His dark gaze and clenched jaw made your legs tremble, but not from fear. "You have no fucking idea what I'm going to do to you tonight," he said, then grabbed the necessities and walked briskly out of the house.
You smiled.
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There you were, in a situation where people were staring at each other and saying things that didn't mean much, like fake smiles and handshakes that felt fake. Hyunjin was perfect as the host, but you knew him too well. You could see the cruel amusement in his eyes whenever a guest came to him without knowing better.
His fingers touched your side in a way that seemed friendly but also protective, and you knew it meant more than that. It was a warning. It was a silent warning to anyone who dared to cross the boundaries he had set. The clinking of crystal glasses filled the room, and persuasive music enveloped the air like a seductive whisper. Your dress moved gently with your steps, drawing attention, but a glance from Hyunjin was enough to stop anyone from being bold.
Then, the moment everyone had been waiting for arrived. A confident middle-aged businessman approached, his overly smug smile and clutched glass hinting at something more. Hyunjin greeted him with his usual enigmatic charm, exchanging a few words, letting him believe for a moment that he was in control of the conversation. You, standing next to him, looked like you were in perfect agreement, but you already knew what was going to happen. Every gesture and look was calculated. It wasn't just a party. It was a trap. And no one would get out of it without a mark.
The man laughed, raising his glass in a toast that tasted of arrogance. He didn't know that his fate was already sealed. Hyunjin watched him with an unsettling calm, his smile looking fake. His fingers still touched your side, making small circles on the silk of your dress, but you felt the tension under his skin, a slight shaking that only you could feel."Your woman is a vision." The man looked at you with obvious interest, his gaze lingering in the wrong places.
This was a big mistake.
Hyunjin laughed softly, a low, velvety sound that slipped through the air like an unspoken promise. "I know," he replied, his voice a bewitching whisper, but there was something deadly in his dark eyes.
It was only a moment. The man's glass shook slightly in his hand. His expression changed, and he looked unsure. He blinked, and his face became red. His hands clutched the collar of his shirt as if he was struggling to catch his breath. You didn't look away. You knew exactly what was happening. He tried to speak, but he could only make a choking sound. His eyes widened, and his pupils dilated with fear. The party around him continued, unaware of the situation.
Hyunjin turned slowly toward you, the corners of his lips barely raised. "Too bold, don't you think?" he asked. You smiled. You looked sensual and calm. You just nodded as the man slumped to his knees, his fingers scratching the carpet, his chest heaving for a breath that would never come. "Come on, love." Hyunjin held out his arm to you with perfect elegance, as if nothing had happened.
You, with the same grace, connected your arm with his.
As Hyunjin's fingers connected with yours, the man's body twitched uncontrollably, his nails scratching the floor with a shrill, almost pleading sound. You watched him from above, with the same curiosity you feel when you look at an abstract painting: a work of art dissolving in an explosion of fear and agony. No one around you seemed to notice anything. They were too busy talking, flirting, and enjoying the soft lights and music that filled the room like a sensual mist. You and the other person were the only ones who noticed. Only you two enjoyed the moment.
Hyunjin leaned in slightly and whispered in your ear, "You like to watch, don't you?" You felt a chill, but it wasn't from fear.
The body at your feet stopped moving. Then Hyunjin lowered himself, looking calm but ready for anything, and brushed the other person's chin with his fingertips, tilting his head like he was handling a delicate object.
"Too bad," she said, sounding a bit distracted. Then he got up, as if nothing had happened. He turned you toward him, his hands sliding down your waist, holding you against his body with a relaxed, possessive force.
"I want to dance." It was not a request.
You smiled, a smile that wasn't innocent at all. As he guided you across the floor, leaving behind the still-warm body of a man who had dared too much, you felt the taste of danger mingle with the taste of desire.
It was arousing.
He was sick.
He was yours.
Hyunjin led you to the middle of the room, his hands still warm on your skin as the violin played a hypnotic melody. Around you, guests danced, talked, and laughed. The air smelled of champagne and expensive perfumes, but something was wrong. You knew it. And soon, they would know it, too. Hyunjin held you close, his breath brushing against your neck as he whispered words only you could hear. "Look how they move, unaware — like lambs in a sacrificial temple."
Your eyes traveled the hall. The elegant bodies moved gracefully, glittering gowns skimming the floor, fingers adorned with rings lifting crystal chalices. None of them realized that the party was not for them.
It was for you.
The first scream came like a misplaced note in a perfect symphony. A stifled groan, then a gasp. A man grabbed his throat, his face red with anger, his eyes wide with horror as the poison took effect. You remained motionless in Hyunjin's arms, watching. You watched him squirm like a trapped insect, his body collapsing among the guests, spilling a tray of champagne glasses.
Another scream.
Then another.
A woman fell to the floor, holding her chest. Her eyes were wide as she looked at the golden chandelier above her. A man slumped onto the table, his mouth wide open in a grimace of terror, blood dripping from his nose. The room was in chaos. Chairs fell over and people fell down like marionettes with their strings cut. Someone tried to escape, but the doors were locked.
Hyunjin's quiet laugh felt like a soft caress on your skin. "Too late."
The music played on, creating an odd but fitting background to the chaos. You looked at Hyunjin, who looked untouched by the chaos. He lowered his face and brushed your lips with his, enjoying the end of that perfect ritual. Everything around you became a dark masterpiece. The red carpet was now stained with blood, and the bodies were scattered like petals. You sighed against Hyunjin's lips, enjoying the scene.
It was perfect.
It was perfect. It was yours.
The air smelled like iron and death. This scent mixed with the scent of the roses in the centerpieces that had been knocked over. The chaos had given way to an unreal silence, broken only by choked moans and labored breaths of those still struggling to breathe. Hyunjin ran his fingers over your bare arm, as if the tragedy around him was nothing more than a perfect background noise. "Look what we've created," he whispered, smiling. His breath felt warm on your skin. Your eyes looked around the room. There were bodies moving around, hands reaching for nothing, and faces frozen in a constant grimace of horror. But they were not all dead. Some were still moving, trying to escape. One man, his shirt stained with blood, clung to the edge of a table, trying to get up. His legs trembled, his mouth opened and closed in search of words that failed to come out.
Hyunjin looked at him with amusement, barely tilting his head. Then, with a smooth movement, he grabbed a knife from one of the tables and slid it into your hand.
"Finish him off."
You felt a chill. The knife felt cold in your hand, very different from the warmth of Hyunjin's body, which was gently pressing against your back. The man gasped for air and tried to get away, crawling on the floor like a hurt animal.
You smiled slowly.
You lowered yourself onto him with smooth, graceful movements, like a dancer getting ready for the final act. You lifted the shiny blade you had in your hand, and it reflected the fear in his eyes. Hyunjin crouched beside you, his mouth brushing the hollow of your neck as he watched your every move with a strange sort of attention. "Do it slowly," he whispered. "I want to see every moment." The knife sank slowly, sensually. You could hear a stifled moan, and feel the wet sound of flesh giving in. Blood gushed onto your hands, flowing in scarlet rivulets down your wrist.
Hyunjin moaned gently, as if it were an act of love, his fingers sinking into your hips as he watched with burning eyes your final gesture. The man trembled again. Then, he relaxed. You lifted your face, your cheeks red, your breathing heavy. Without warning, Hyunjin kissed you, his mouth tasting like blood. He held you against him, his now bloodied hands creeping under your dress, caressing your skin with an almost religious intensity.
Everything around you was covered in blood.
Only you two were left standing, alive, aroused by death as if it were a promise of something even darker. Hyunjin pushed you against a table. The table was long. The wood was warm from blood. His breathing was hard, his chest rising and falling with excitement. She looked at you as if you were the center of a perfect tragedy, a creator of death, beautiful and cruel in the dim light of the chandeliers.
"You are so beautiful like this," he whispered, running a finger over your red-stained cheek. Then, he brought it to his lips, savoring the taste of blood.
The other survivors were also struggling to move. One woman was trying to drag herself toward the exit, her dress torn, her trembling hands leaving dark streaks on the polished floor. Another man clung to a pillar, his face showing pure terror. Hyunjin chuckled, his eyes shining with mischief. "Do you want to play some more?"
You smiled, your lips still tingling from the metallic taste, and nodded at him softly. He let you go for a moment, just long enough to pick up a piece of broken glass from the floor. He turned it over in his fingers, watching the light dance on the sharp surface, then approached the woman who was still dragging herself along. He struck her quickly and accurately. Her throat opened in a hot, dark stream as her body sagged in a final tremor. Little drops of blood fell onto Hyunjin's face, and you felt a tightening in your chest. It was a dark pleasure. He turned toward you, tilting his head and raising his chest slowly. "Tell me you feel it too."
You leaned closer, your bloody hands sliding down his chest, touching the thin fabric of his now red-soaked shirt. "Every beat," you whispered against his lips.
He did not resist. He grabbed you roughly, his lips devouring yours in a brutal kiss, full of desire and madness. He lifted you up and made you sit on the table among overturned plates and lifeless bodies. His hands slipped under your dress and clutched your flesh with an almost religious intensity. The room felt like a temple of death, with blood soaking into the floor. You were still dancing, lost in each other, in the taste of blood and the thrill of danger.
Hyunjin lifted you slightly, running his hands along your bare skin, leaving traces of blood like brushstrokes on a perfect canvas. Your breaths mingled in the air thick with iron and death, your mouths still soaked in the taste of blood. His grip was firm and possessive as he crushed you against the table, the overturned dishes clattering beneath you. The heat of his palms on your thighs mixed with the cold fear around you. Everything felt wrong, but also right. Suddenly, a noise broke the spell: a muffled groan from a corner of the room. Someone was still alive, still conscious, and still strong enough to think they could escape the end.
Hyunjin smiled against your skin, lips sliding down your jaw, then onto your neck, tracing a path of dark desire. "Do you want to take care of this, love?" he whispered, his voice a sweet poison that slipped under your skin.
You turned slowly, your heart beating faster, not from fear, but from excitement. A man covered in blood was trying to crawl away, leaving red trails of blood behind him on the polished floor. His eyes showed pure terror as he looked at you. You were beautiful and dangerous, not caring about the destruction you caused.
You separated yourself from Hyunjin in a way that was slow and almost like a cat's movements. Your red-stained legs were exposed as you moved closer, your hand still holding the knife. The man trembled and stammered nonsense words. "Please...no..." You leaned over him, your breath warm against his cheek. "Too late," you whispered, before bringing the blade down slowly and mercilessly, like a fatal caress.
His body went still, one last spasm before everything stopped. Hyunjin came up behind you, his mouth brushing the hollow of your neck as he watched your work. He grabbed you and pulled you back against him.
"You are perfect," he said, as the world around you faded, leaving only the symphony of your desire, bathed in the deep red of the end. Hyunjin turned you toward him, his fingers closing around your wrists with searing intensity. His dark eyes glowed, not just from the excitement of the moment, but from a deeper, more primal longing for you.
"Look what you've become," he said, slowly rubbing his thumb over your red cheek. "Mine." His mouth met yours in a passionate kiss, without restraint or limits. It tasted of metal and sin, and now that taste belonged to you. His hands slid down your body, tracing invisible lines on your sensitive skin, a contrast between the heat of desire and the cold awareness of death around you.
He lifted you easily and placed you on the edge of the table. You were still covered in the blood of your victims. His lips left no escape, sliding down your jaw, your neck, enjoying your skin with deep kisses and barely noticeable bites that left marks on your flesh. His strong hands gripped your hips, pulling you closer, as if he wanted to merge you with him, as if the world outside didn't exist. You could hear the silence around you, but you could also hear your heart beating faster, the faint sound of music in the background, and the slow drip of blood at the bottom of the table.
Hyunjin flinched slightly, his gaze intense. The blood on his clothes, hands, and face made him even more attractive, dangerous, and yours. "Tell me you want me as much as I want you," he whispered, his voice full of tension, his fingers just barely touching your skin, testing your limits.
You smiled, your lips red with desire and the blood that now tied you together. "Hyunjin..." you whispered, your voice a plea.
He lowered his face into the hollow of your neck, breathing deeply into you, like a predator savoring his prey before sinking his teeth in.That night, surrounded by lifeless bodies and the dim lights that reflected on the spilled blood, you belonged to each other once more. You were immersed in the deepest darkness, in the only love you knew: the one made of flesh, desire, and death.
Hyunjin looked at you with a clear desire: the connection between you was not just physical, it was something more complex and unsettling, a bond that fed on the darkness you had created together. His hand gently touched your skin, as if he wanted to memorize every curve, every imperfection, and every mark left by the night you had experienced together.
The lights of the room flickered, showing the passion in his dark eyes. They seemed to read your soul, knowing every thought you had. The dim lights of the room showed his face, and the passion in his dark eyes was clear. They seemed to read your soul, knowing every thought you had.
With a faint smile that showed he was being mischievous, he leaned closer, his lips brushing against your temple, leaving you with a barely perceptible kiss. "You like this part of me, don't you?" His voice was soft, but he sounded excited, and this made you shiver. His warm breath on your skin felt like a thin veil. Every movement he made felt like a game, but you knew that nothing was random. Every gesture was designed to lead you into that endless spiral: a vortex of desire and darkness.
"I want you to feel everything," he said, his voice now lower and more sensual. His hands slid down your back, rising as his body moved closer to yours, creating a contrast between his warmth and the cold that still seemed to cling to your skin, a remnant of the death you had left behind.
Each breath, each heartbeat seemed stronger, as if a tension was growing, not only physical, but emotional, as if the bond between you was destined to become something untenable. His mouth came close to your ear, and he breathed gently into your ear. "Everything you do makes me more yours."
Every word he spoke felt like a silent promise, like an invitation to deeper and deeper into his world. In that world, blood, death, and desire were always present, making you feel more alive than ever before.
In that moment, pleasure and danger were the same. You were both part of the same secret game. As he spoke, his body pressed against yours, making you feel like you were never alone. His skin felt warm against yours, creating an electric feeling that ran through you from head to toe. His hands, which had explored gently before, now gripped more firmly, guiding you into a world of intense pleasure. His lips, which had whispered dark promises, now sought yours in a kiss that was mixture of desire and domination. His tongue explored your mouth, enjoying every response. The taste of his breath, a mix of spice and darkness, surprised you, making you lose control.
Your hands, shaking, sought his body, clinging to his skin as if you were looking for a foothold in that swirl of sensations. You felt his heart beating quickly against your chest, a rhythm that merged with your breathing. As the kiss got deeper, his hands moved under your dress, touching your skin in a slow, sexy way. Each touch made you more and more aroused. His body moved against yours, and you trembled. You felt his erection pressing against your pelvis, reminding you of his presence and desire. His lips parted from yours, and he trailed kisses down your neck, leaving wet kisses on your skin. His warm breath made you shiver with pleasure.
"You are mine," he whispered in your ear. His voice was hoarse from desire. "Mine, only mine."His words were like a brand, a seal that tied you to him in that dark world where pleasure and danger mixed together to create one intense feeling. As he repeated, "You are mine," his hands moved quickly, removing your dress and exposing your bare skin to his intense gaze. His dark eyes scanned you, reading your every reaction, every gasp, every moan.
With a predatory smile, he lifted you and led you to a red velvet couch. He gently laid you down on the couch. His hands, which had been exploring your body, now traced lines of fire across your skin, igniting a desire that consumed you. He knelt before you, his eyes fixed in yours, as his hands slid down your legs, opening them slowly. His warm breath made you quiver with desire.
"Hyunjin, please..."
With a skilled movement, he ripped apart your clothes and took you between his lips, enjoying your taste, which made you moan with pleasure. His tongue explored you with a smooth, sensual touch, taking you to the edge of pleasure. He moved his hot muscle over your clitoris, first in circular motions and then slowly moving in and out, which made you feel crazy. As your body squirmed under his touch, his hands moved to your breasts, pinching your nipples, which made you even more aroused. He then wrapped his hands around your nipples, caressing and squeezing them. You moaned more and more as your body wanted him to continue. He lifted himself up, taking the belt off his pants. The belt felt cold against your skin, making you shiver with anticipation.
His eyes showed his desire as he tied your wrists to the sofa, so you couldn't move. Your breathing grew faster as your body moved closer to him. With a playful smile, he leaned down and kissed your skin. His lips traced up your body, leaving a trail of kisses, and his hand moved to your intimate area, caressing it with slow, sensual movements.You trembled with pleasure, and a cry of ecstasy escaped your lips. His lips moved apart from your intimate area, moving up your body to your lips, kissing you passionately.As your body still trembled from the intensity of the act, Hyunjin pulled away slightly, his intense gaze scanning you, reading your every reaction. With a playful smile, he knelt in front of you again, his eyes shining with desire.
His hands, which had been exploring your body with desire, now moved slowly, tracing circles around your intimate area. He reached up to scoop up some blood with his hands, making the scene even more erotic. His light touch made you shiver with desire.
His hands, which had been exploring eagerly, now moved slowly, tracing circles around your intimacy. He reached up to scoop up some blood with his hands, making the scene even more erotic. His light touch made you shiver with desire. With a steady motion, he slid a finger into you, causing you to moan with pleasure. His finger moved slowly, exploring every part of you, every crevice, making you feel wild with desire. He slowly added a second finger, then a third, spreading you open and getting you ready for his return. His movements became faster and more forceful, taking you to the edge of pleasure. "What a pity they can't see how good I fuck you," he said, grinning like a psychopath.
Suddenly, he lifted himself up and took off his pants. His erection, hard and throbbing, made you shiver with desire. He positioned himself between your legs, his gaze fixed in yours.
"Now stop waiting."
He thrust into you, making you cry out in pain and pleasure. His movements got faster and faster, and more intense, and made you feel like you were going to crazy. Your body moved under his touch, and you made noises and cries. Your mind was clouded with desire as your body begged for more. He moved quickly, hitting your pelvis. You moved your pelvis back and forth, going with his movements. His penis was in the perfect spot for you, and he knew exactly how to make you feel good. He lifted your legs and brought them to your chest, pushing himself even deeper as he squeezed your hips.
"Fuck yes...you are always so tight, and yet you are my pretty whore," he said in a low, rough voice. His thumb moved to your chin, cupping your face so you couldn't look away.
"God...yes...Hyun...H...Hyunjin, how much I love your cock" you said in pleasure.
Hyunjin's hand, which was on your waist, held you and then pushed down on your back before pulling you toward him and turning you over on your stomach, tangling your hair in a tight fist before entering you in one thrust. He pulled your hair back as he reached down with his other hand to touch your breast, pinching the erect nipple. The pleasure and pain mixed together as he continued to fuck you, his hands holding your dress as it was torn.
You let out a quiet scream when he found the exact spot that made you climax, making you cum around his dick. He was close to cum too, but he was so proud of himself that he would not ejaculate until he had made you enjoy it so much that you could no longer climax. He loosened his grip on your hair, pulling you back just enough to keep his cock in you. You thought he was going to pull out, but he didn't. He grabbed your wrists and held them to your back. Then he had fucked you again.
"We're not done yet, little whore. I'm not going to stop until I decide you've had enough. Understand?" He growled, and you nodded, your body covered in sweat as he continued to fuck you. It was as if he were an animal in heat.
You gasped for air, breathing erratically as he pounded you harder and harder, hard enough to take your voice away, and your butt collided with his pelvis. You cried as he held your hands and continued to fuck you from behind. But they were not tears of pain. You felt so much pleasure, and the way he was taking you, the place where you were, only made you more aroused. You moaned as he started moving his hips faster, hitting the right spot. He made you feel the way he wanted. The sounds of skin against skin, gasping breaths, and ecstatic moans filled the room. The sounds of your bodies coming together, the noise they made when you gave each other so much pleasure, was sinfully erotic.
You let out one more moan, and you grabbed him, feeling another wave of pleasure approaching. You knew you would soon climax, and you wanted to feel it, you wanted him to feel it, when you clenched around him. Hyunjin made a desperate choked sound, as if his life support had just been cut off.
"Yes," he gasped, continuing to thrash against you, "Keep squeezing me like this."
"Baby... baby! Fuck yeah!" At this point, she was screaming.
Hyunjin kept having intense orgasms. He felt intense sensations, and your legs began to shake. The noises you made turned into labored breathing.
His rhythm changed, becoming more uneven. You knew he was close to cum, and you were nearing your limit. Just as you thought he was about to stop and pull out, you managed to say, "Inside. Cum inside me."
"Holy shit.." he exclaimed, falling forward with his head in your neck as he moaned, deep and in pain. It was as if he had lasted so long that cumming was almost painful at the end. But that didn't stop him from grabbing a hand at your side, pulling your hips so that they stayed close to his as he poured into you and his hips still pressed against yours.
When he pulled away from you, he turned you toward him and kissed you passionately. "You're fucking perfect, baby doll. And you're mine, too. I'm preparing an exhibit, and I can't wait for you to see it."He smiled at you, then picked you up and sat you down on the couch, wrapping his arms around you. He got up to clean up the mess you had made, and once again you saw him at work and almost got excited again.
When there was no more trail, he came to you, placed a long, wet kiss on your lips, and picked you up, carrying you out of there.
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐
It was the day of the exhibition, and you were walking hand in hand with your boyfriend. He occasionally stopped to explain his art pieces. But the piece that left you speechless, along with so many others, was only one.
"Hyun...but that one..."
You had been thinking about it for months. And the subject was you, covered in blood.
"Like I told you the first time, and I'll say it again: I like you covered in blood."
"No... actually...I love you covered in blood," he whispered in your ear.
The Artist's Garden At Midnight | EP. 5 EDELWEISS EVENING
— contains adult content, minors do not interact 🔞 —
“You’re mine, you get that?” he suddenly says. “And I’m gonna let the whole world know that you belong to me, princess.”
[ abstract ]: Instead of playing the princess in an upcoming movie, it turns out you got scammed and are portraying her in an amusement resort to entertain tourists in Paris. On top of that, you are paired up with the man who you thought you would never see again. Hwang Hyunjin, an ambitious painter who broke your heart half a decade ago (your version of the story). However, you are not entirely innocent in this either when you were the one to rip his own into a thousand pieces first (his version).
[ general ]: hyunjin + fem reader, painter hyunjin, florist reader, kind of second chance au, almost lovers to enemies to lovers, coworkers au, story is set in paris, smut + angst + fluff, hyunjin and reader had a fling/situationship in their last year of highschool (they were legal) and story takes place 5 years later, please refer to series m.list for more info
[ warning ]: explicit sexual scene [ dom/sub dynamics, protected piv, marking use of names such as slut, princess and good girl ], mention of cheating, misogyny, Philippe (this is a warning, yes), consumption of alcohol
[ words ]: 6.3K
[ note ]: Back with another part! I hope you guys will enjoy it and sorry for the long wait. I'm always looking forward to your reblogs, comments and asks. Also, make sure to read The Experience Project and Screen Identity: Mismatched Passion, my other two series that are part of the same universe!! It's not necessary to read them to understand this plot but I would appreciate it! Lots of love, Cece 🩷
‘The one that got away, just slipped out of my fingers. I knew I would see you again one day. And this time I’m not letting you go that easily.’
The words keep repeating inside your head. They haven’t stopped since last night and you’re honestly close to turning into a mad mess.
It was one thing when Samuel Sulfur invited the whole neighbourhood to his vernissage by addressing each person individually. Like Seungmin explained it, this could have been some type of smart promo move.
But a love letter for you?
Sure, you talked to his friend Felix at the vernissage. But this doesn’t explain why he’d send another letter to your house.
You’d almost find it romantic if it wasn’t scary at the same time. But that’s not all. What really shivers you is the fact that his words hit a little too close to home.
The one that got away.
You relate too much. However, maybe it’s just everything that’s reminding you of Hyunjin nowadays. Especially, after he fucked you inside a bathroom at this work event two days ago.
You haven’t texted or talked since then. Well, your colleague and you don’t communicate out of work in general. So that’s not surprising.
I knew I would see you again one day.
You’ve always been aware—as dumb as it sounds—that a small part of your heart has been holding onto the thought of Hyunjin and you being together for the past five years. That’s why dating and relationships have never worked for you.
This time I’m not letting you go that easily.
The same counts for you. You’ve thought about it long enough. You’re gonna fight for Hyunjin and your future this time to make up for all the pain you caused in the past.
However, all of this still doesn’t explain why Samuel Sulfur would send this beautiful painting and the poetic sentences to you and more importantly—how he managed to find you.
Regarding the fact you’re on your way to work right now—another dilemma that creates an uncomfortable feeling inside your stomach—you’re desperate trying to push all those thoughts away, so you can focus on everyday life as much as possible right now.
You manage to escape your boss’s presence for some hours which is a relieving aspect of your day. After all, you’re still terrified to the core about the disgusting and end-level misogynistic shit you overheard him talking about. You’re glad that Hyunjin was with you—it gave you some comfort and safety to have a man by your side that you can trust.
Once your lunch break is over—Philippe has been cutting it down these days to take his anger out on you but you decide to ignore that—you head back to your office, focusing on your current tasks and where you left off.
“Mademoiselle Y/L/N,” you hear the voice of the man you’ve been trying to escape the whole day, as he walks into your room after knocking and instantly entering.
“Yes?”
“Meet me in my office in ten minutes. It’s important,” he says with a stern voice.
For the next six hundred seconds your heart threatens to burst out of your chest with how loud it’s pumping. You’re gonna get fired. You’re so sure of that.
In order to ease your mind a little, you reach for your phone and dial Ryujin’s number. You’re actually not allowed to use your private device at work but since you’re probably gonna have your last day here anyway, it doesn’t matter.
You listen to the ringing sound for a couple of times, before your best friend’s mailbox picks up instead. You curse to yourself and shove your phone back into your pocket, giving up.
With shaking muscles you get up from your seat once the time is over and head towards your boss’s office. You knock three times and when you hear him speak, you walk inside.
Taking the chair opposite of him, you sink down and wait for him to talk. Philippe stares at you with a serious expression until it turns into something mischievous. You can’t read him, you’re aware of that.
“I’m gonna ask you one time,” he begins. “How about we go back to how things were, hm?”
What?
Where’s the sudden change of whatever the hell that is coming from?
Apart from the fact that you do in fact not want to go back to how things were before, you overheard Philippe talking to Cédric two days ago at the party. And your past with him presents you enough reasons why you can’t trust a man like him anyway.
“I told you, Monsieur–“
His chuckle makes your words get stuck in your throat. He leans forward, reaching for your hand. You’re so paralysed that you don’t move although you desperately want to.
“Stop with the honorifics when you were the one who spent nights after nights in my bed like a whore just a month ago.”
You manage to scoot back, your skin disconnecting from him in the process.
“I’m–“
“Did you really think I would leave my wife for you?” he tilts his head, carrying a fake pout on his face.
“No… but…”
“But, what?”
But you’re the most disgusting piece of shit I’ve ever met.
“What does going back to before mean then, Monsieur? You told me we’re dating and that you’re gonna send out the divorce papers soon. At some point I even thought… that… y-you’re my boyfriend,” you pathetically confess.
You can’t think straight anymore. Fuck. You underestimated this way too much. You should have never been with him this way in the first place.
“Boyfriend?” he laughs in your face, “I’m ten years older than you, honey. Sure, I can pay for some expenses if you give me something in return but that’s all.”
“Okay,” is all that makes it past your lips. Your heart is pounding out of your chest again, this time even louder. You feel dizziness wash over you, welcomed by the pure angst that’s ruling over your body right now.
“But you’re not the one to break up with me, do you get that? Especially not after you embarrassed me in my own apartment and almost ruined my marriage,” he hisses.
That’s when it clicks and you manage to catch yourself in order to bring your focus back to your boss.
Philippe is the type of man that you hate the most. Those that make you feel unsafe in every aspect of life unless they bring that sudden comfort that works for themselves to get closer to you.
Is he actually mad about the fact that you fought back and were the one to end things?
“Does she know?” is what you ask next.
“Marianne isn’t aware, no. Why are you asking?”
That poor woman. You wonder how you could let Marianne know about the lies that are sharing an apartment with her and sleeping in the same bed with her.
But that would definitely gonna cost you your job.
“I was just curious, that’s all,” you stammer.
“Listen. I forgive you for your mistakes, Y/N,” he continues.
What on earth?
You try to focus on the garbage he’s speaking although it’s hard.
“I have to acknowledge that you’re only in your twenties and don’t know yet how the real world works. But I adore spending time with you a lot. So, I’m ready to forget about all this and invite you out for dinner tonight. I’ve booked a hotel room close to the restaurant for us,” he says.
The audacity this man has is beyond this world. You don’t know if you should scream or laugh.
Did he really believe you would meet with him again? And more importantly, is he aware of the gaslighting he’s practising like a pro?
“Have fun entertaining yourself with your own hand, Philippe,” you scoff, as you suddenly get up and walk towards the exit of his office.
Your boss stands up and follows you quickly, before he reaches for your arm and wraps his fingers around it, pulling you back.
You instantly shake him off, keeping the space between you.
“What? I’m not even getting an apology from you and now this?” he calls after you, as your hand circles around the door knob.
“I’m sorry I– I have to–“ you stutter.
You can’t be in here a minute longer. You’re losing your mind. And after hearing the discussion he had with Cédric, you won’t risk getting in actual danger because of this idiot you call your boss.
“If you go out that door, you’re fired,” he warns you. “I wouldn’t be impulsive if I was you, Y/N. But you can stay here and keep your job if you come to the hotel I booked for us tonight and give me a little in exchange for keeping you as my secretary, if you know what I mean.”
Well, perhaps it’s time to stop calling him your boss and look for another job instead. Is he really telling you you can only be his secretary if you continue sleeping with him?
This is disgusting beyond so many levels, you feel yourself getting nauseous.
So, you open the door and disappear behind it, picking up all your stuff before you head home.
You don’t even get why you didn’t say no. It would have definitely been better to decline the offer and go straight back to your shared apartment after a rough couple of hours pretending to be a princess instead of agreeing to spend your time in a bar with two women you don’t even like being around at work when you have to.
Gisèle and Nathalie are… something. To phrase it friendly.
You’re bored to no end, listening to them about their weekend escapades and all the men they date and fuck. You’re not judging them by any means—it’s just that you can’t relate and you also sense how shallow they are.
You wished you were here with someone else right now. Perhaps, having a movie night with Seungmin and Ryujin—a tradition that’s been a thing for twenty years now.
But after this long and rough day—after all you were basically fired six hours ago—you thought it would be an alternative to drown your sorrows in alcohol.
Big mistake. Because this also means you have to be in the same room with your two colleagues now.
The conversations have been going on for an hour and at some point your brain shut off, but when you hear the sound of a certain someone’s name you wake up a little again.
“I mean, Philippe might not be… that big, but he knows how to satisfy a woman. By buying her expensive stuff, you know?” Gisèle giggles.
You’re not even surprised. You could tell from the way he was looking at her and greeting her at the party last weekend that there is or used to be something going on between them. Or in other words, your colleague is just another one of his victims too.
Nathalie joins her little laughter, before she turns towards you, “What about you, Y/N? We don’t even know each other that well. How’s your dating life? Are you single?”
“I’m… not really into dating, to be honest,” you confess, tilting your head.
And this isn’t even a lie. You don’t get the whole point of going out with someone to figure out if you work well romantically. It destroys the whole purpose of romance.
People should do this more naturally—get in heated fights with their enemies and fall in love with them, right?
“I’ve always thought you and Hyunjin would be… well… nah, now that I think about it, you seem too innocent for him,” Gisèle adds.
You know they’re both after him. You’ve heard them talk about your coworker one too many times. But the fact they don’t see you as a threat is absolutely hilarious. You took Hyunjin’s virginity, after all. Which makes this even funnier.
“Ah, really?” you ask, smirking, and they know this has to mean something
“No, Gisèle, still waters run deep,” Nathalie says, shaking her head. Wow, she’s finally caught up on it. Only took her a hundred years.
You shouldn’t have had that many drinks in such a short amount of time but you’re a bit too emotional today to make any rational decision.
“So, what are a few of your kinks?” Nathalie suddenly asks.
You’re glad you’re not sipping on your beverage right now because otherwise it would have landed all over your colleagues face like a fountain. “Excuse me?”
Suddenly, you sense a presence of someone next to the table you’re sitting at. When you turn around, you see the boss from the part-time job that you still have.
“What are you ladies discussing here?” Cédric says, as you spot a certain someone next to him.
Fuck. He’s here. The man that fired you some hours ago but is kind enough to take that back if you sleep with him. Yikes.
“Y/N. Nice to see you again,” Philippe greets you and you can feel your blood run cold.
You’re not able to reply
“To be honest,” Gisèle continues, “Y/N kind of gives off the vibe that she’s into older men.”
“What?”
“Hm, I don't know where I’m getting it from but you seem so innocent, I’m sure you like anything that’s considered forbidden.”
Your heart suddenly starts beating out of your chest, threatening to be ripped out. It’s clear as the day that Gisèle and Philippe have slept together as well—making you just another woman in his bed to toss aside—so you start wondering, if they’ve ever talked about you. Fuck. What if people know that your boss and you used to have an affair?
And most importantly, what would Hyunjin think if he found out?
It’s time to get rid off those rumours. Quickly.
“Well, I am not into older men, no. Thanks for assuming,” you hiss.
“That’s a pity,” Philippe says with a mischievous smile on his face. God. You’re disgusted. How could you ever look at this man and think of him as anything else than a garbage bag?
“Oh, I can see that,” Nathalie goes on, “him and you. I’m sure Gisèle is fine with that.”
They know. You’re absolutely sure that they know. And they definitely make fun of you behind your back. The naïve little girl from another country that moved to Paris with her childhood friends to follow her dreams falls for the first man that gives her attention. Pathetic.
“I’m fine with sharing Philippe, if you’re fine with sharing Hyunjin,” Gisèle suddenly says.
Okay. You’ve had enough. Embarrassment turns into anger within the blink of an eye. You’re not gonna let her speak that way.
Your voice turns lower, as you scoot closer to her, “What did you say?”
“Hyunjin? Your coworker?” She plays dumb. “You’ve got a crush on him, don’t you? Better not get your hopes up high.”
Oh, Gisèle, if you only knew.
“Who’s Hyunjin? Is he here?” Philippe suddenly asks and you wonder if he’s aware of who Hyunjin is. Or what your relationship with him is.
“He is,” you suddenly hear a third male voice approaching the table, revealing your coworker. “And I’m here to bring Y/N home.”
You turn your head around, being met with the tall man staring at you, looking for any hints of discomfort. He walks towards you, placing his arm around your shoulder, as he starts rubbing soft circles into the exposed skin of your arm that isn’t covered by the dress.
“Huh? So, you’re her boyfriend, hm?” Nathalie asks, scoffing after her question.
But Hyunjin ignores her and brings his full focus to you. His hand reaches under your skin, as his index finger makes you tilt your head up towards him. “You’ve had a bit too much, didn’t you?”
“They’re so fucking annoying,” you speak through gritted teeth.
“Y/N, I heard that,” Gisèle hisses.
But you don’t even care. Someone should tell these two—or four, including Philippe and Cédric—that they’re a bunch of idiots. That’s the issue with dumb people. Most of the time, they aren’t aware.
“I agree with you here. Let’s get out of this mess,” Hyunjin says, very loud, so everyone can hear him.
He helps you up from your seat, being all gentle and careful. In the meantime, three pairs of angry eyes are glued to your frame. Two of them belong to your female coworkers, who are just jealous of not being you. The way that Hyunjin wraps his arms around you has them going furious.
However, the third ones are a little more serious. Philippe watches every move you make, analysing the dynamic you and Hyunjin share. That’s it. He believes you’re not willing to go to the hotel room with him because you’ve already got another man by your side. And he already knows how you’re gonna pay for this.
“Hyune…” you sigh, when he helps you wipe off your makeup. “You don’t have to do this.”
You find yourself in his new apartment, as he takes care of you.
“I want to.”
“Why? Do you wanna switch career paths and become a makeup artist?” you jokingly ask.
“Very funny, Y/N. I want to help you. You’ve had an exhausting day and then these idiots made it even worse. You deserve to calm down for a bit,” he explains.
“I know another way to calm me down,” you shamelessly flirt.
“You’re still tipsy. I’m not fucking you when you’re tipsy, okay, princess?” Once he’s finished taking off your makeup, he hands you a glass of water. “Drink all of that.”
“It’s too much,” you whine.
“You’re gonna get a second one immediately after that if you don’t stop whining,” he says.
“Okay, Daddy.”
Hyunjin gulps, when he listens to the title you—jokingly—give him, while trying to not lose his mind. You decide to pretend to ignore it, almost not being able to hold back a giggle.
Instead, you follow his demand and chug down all of the water, keeping eye contact with him. Due to how hastily you’re drinking the beverage, some of the liquids run down your mouth and chin, little droplets landing on your cleavage.
God. Hyunjin has to focus on anything else. He’s here to make sure you’re okay and not to lust over you drinking water.
You place the empty glass back on his kitchen counter with a loud thud. Hyunjin wipes the remaining contents of your drink away, his thumb brushing over your lips ever so lightly. “Good girl.”
Now you’re the one to gulp. Who would have thought that Hyunjin shamelessly flirting with you would make you sober up rather quickly.
However, with not being drunk anymore, there come the second guesses and stages of overthinking that have been haunting you ever since you shared that night with him at the company’s party some days ago.
“What are you getting out of this?”
“Out of what?”
“That agreement with me,” you specify.
Hyunjin sighs. He can tell that you’re mostly sober again. Of course, he doesn’t want to have this talk while one of you is tipsy.
“I told you. Stress relief and for our dynamic to work at our job.”
Deep down he knows that’s not even half of the story. But he doesn’t want to scare you away. That’s why he’s been holding his feelings back—for a very long time. Hyunjin isn’t experienced with relationships at all. The only person he’s ever viewed in a potential light for such a dynamic was you—but back then it was lies and dishonesty that made you get closer and this isn’t anything healthy to build something on.
“And how’s it gonna end?” you ask, straightforward, not really understanding what’s gotten into you.
“What?” is all that makes it past his lips.
“The thing between us,” you tell him.
Fuck. He’s panicking. He doesn’t know either. He only knows how he wants it to end. In a relationship. Marriage after that. Maybe a little family. Shit. He’s so deep in his own delusion, you’re probably gonna break his heart another time. His nerdy high school version was oblivious, which is why he fell for you but today he’s wiser and knows what he wants.
However, what matters more right now is another aspect. “How do you want it to end?”
“I’m scared of scaring you off, actually,” you admit. And then you turn around, placing the empty glass of water—you had another one in the meantime—back on the kitchen counter and walk towards the entrance area of his apartment. You grab your shoes, as flight instead of fight reflex takes over you.
“Princess, wait…” His fingers wrap around your wrist. “Tell me. How do you want this to end? I promise no matter what your answer is, I’m not gonna block you and run away again.”
Hyunjin is ready. If you really only want something casual out of this or even want to stop seeing him, then he’ll live with it.
“Promise?” you ask, looking up at him with big eyes.
“Pinky promise,” he says with a smile, his finger wandering towards your own.
“I’m not… I’m not someone who can do the whole casual thing like you,” you start and for a moment Hyunjin believes that the earth has stopped moving. “See, that’s the issue. That’s why I’ve been hesitant… we’re nothing alike as it seems. You’re into partying and probably meaningless sex and I feel like that’s partly my fault for breaking your heart five years ago but I’m actually the opposite of–“
“Slow down, Y/N,” Hyunjin intervenes, softly placing the palms of his hands on your shoulders to calm you down.
“I’m not someone who can do the ‘casual and let’s see where things go’ route. I’m a hopeless romantic. Emphasis on the hopeless. I’ve only ever had one dumb relationship in highschool and ever since I’ve only happened to date men that told me they weren’t ready. And I can’t do this again. I got my heart broken a month ago and I’m not ready to have this once more. I’m sorry.”
You turn around, already expecting him to not feel the same. You wouldn’t even be surprised if he laughed straight at your face. After all, you were the one who ruined things back then and now you’re begging him for something serious when the whole relationship was built up on a dumb lie.
“Y/N,” Hyunjin calls for you, watching your reach for your shoes but he decides to just block the way. “Y/N, for fuck’s sake, can I speak, too?”
“Alright,” you sigh. Why is he doing this? Isn’t this already humiliating enough for you?
“Yes, you’re right. The Hyunjin from a year ago was someone who spent his nights in strangers’ beds to numb the voices in his head telling him he’s not good enough,” he rambles, his voice slightly breaking. You’ve never witnessed him like this—a bit shaky, nervous, his thoughts all over the place.
“But that’s not me anymore. I’ve changed. You did too. I see that. I’m still carrying scars from what you did to me but I’m ready to let you speak about your side of the story,” he finally says.
What on earth… you’ve waited for this moment for over five years now. And he’s finally ready.
“Really?” you ask once more, not grasping that you're that lucky.
“Yeah, but I want you to know that I don’t want anything casual either. Not when it comes to you. I haven’t waited five years to see you again just for us to be… meaningless,” he confesses.
This is a dream. It must be. It’s too good to be true, right?
“Fucking hell, I’m glad,” you let out. “So, you would want us to try again?”
“Absolutely,” he says with a wide grin. “There’s one more thing, though. Were you with Seojun at the time you started flirting with me? Please be honest, Y/N. For the sake of my highschool self.”
You know you have to explain things to him now. In order for Hyunjin to eventually trust you, it’s inevitable to place all the cards on the table and show him the real Y/N.
“I wasn’t with him. I apologise for using you as a revenge tool, that’s true,” you begin. “My initial idea was to get back at my ex by flirting with you, his back then best friend. But… but it wasn’t part of my plan to fall for you, Hyunjin. I felt ashamed the second I realised you’re so… different. That you genuinely cared about me.”
It’s the truth. And such a cliche.
“Fuck, you’ve always been so creative—no matter if it was painting or writing, I’ve always admired you for your talents,” you admit. “I’m sorry… no—to be honest, I’m aware that no apology can make you forget about what I’ve done to you… I probably destroyed your trust in women forever, hm?”
“Just for some time, babe,” he chuckles, “but I can’t blame all my issues on you, that would be unfair and just not correct. I was an insecure guy back then and had a lot on my plate. It was rather right person, wrong time, don’t you think?”
He’s so different. So… mature. You’re gonna fall in love with him even more. You’ve never met a man who’s so reflective and the Hyunjin from one year ago would be so proud of himself as well.
“I think so too. I’m still sorry, Hyune. It wasn’t fair,” you tell him.
“I'm glad you learnt from your mistakes though,” he replies, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.
“Of course. Having you walk out of my life taught me a lot,” you say.
He tilts his head, “For instance?”
“How important honesty and communication is. And that we should fight for love.”
Because it is. Communication is key. It’s such a simple concept but you believe that anything in this world can be solved by talking to each other with respect.
“Woah, you’re such a romantic,” he grins.
“Well, that’s your fault then,” you tease him.
“I think I can live with the consequences, princess.”
He aligns his lips with your own then, sealing them with the softest kiss earth has ever witnessed. For a second you believe your heart stops and you enter a new dimension with the man that you’ve loved for five years now. This can only be a dream, right?
It basically feels too good to be true.
Hyunjin leads you towards his bedroom for the first time. You catch a quick glimpse of its surrounding, as something particular catches your attention.
“Is that a Samuel Sulfur painting? You like his stuff too?”
You’re so oblivious, it’s cute. All he does is nod, before he places his lips on your own again, gently pushing you towards his bed. You land on the mattress, as your back collides with it. Hyunjin is towering over you like a starving man. He’s quick, getting rid of his clothes and your own, as he admires your naked body.
The two of you are fast. But you don’t care. Once you’re done, you can just go again, right?
“Please, Jinnie, can’t wait,” you tell him, while he’s hovering over you, one of his hands between your legs, his fingers busy playing with your pussy.
He looks at you, “Don’t you want me to prep you first?”
“I’m impatient,” you admit.
“An impatient little slut, I see,” he chuckles.
“Your impatient, little slut.”
This is what has his cock tightening inside his boxers, growing uncomfortably inside the fabric.
“And such a romantic one,” he tells you. Hyunjin gets up and takes off his underwear, before reaching for a plastic wrapper inside his nightstand table. He pulls the condom down on his cock, before he positions himself between your thighs again. “Are you ready, princess?”
“Always, baby,” you admit with a wink, spreading your legs further for him.
“I’m gonna do this slowly, okay?”
You nod, as you watch him align his hardened length with your entrance, as he starts brushing the leaking tip over your wet clit. You let out a moan, automatically arching your back. He’s such a tease. But you let him. You’re so glad that everything worked out in the end so you can be a little patient for once.
Hyunjin finally enters you, taking his time to help you adjust to his huge cock. You let out a hiss but tell him to keep going. He makes sure to keep kissing your pretty face, holding one of your hands—your fingers intertwined with one another—while he keeps pushing himself into your aching hole.
Slowly, he starts thrusting into you, always making sure to keep his eyes on your facial expression to know that you’re okay. And when you part your mouth, little whimpers slipping out of it, he knows that he can add a bit more strength to it.
Hyunjin picks up his pace, as he places your legs over his shoulders so he can pound into you even deeper.
“You’re mine, you get that?” he suddenly grunts, listening to your endless moans. “And I’m gonna let the whole world know that you belong to me, princess.”
His lips land on your neck, as he starts kissing and biting the soft skin, destined to leave marks there. And for some hopelessly romantic reason, this is what’s tipping you over the edge. With a chain of even more high pitched noises, you come around his cock, as your walls tighten around him.
Hyunjin helps you through it, before he follows, filling the condom with his juices. When he’s sure that the two of you have come down again, he slips out of you and takes care of the both of you.
Right when you’re about to fall asleep in his clothes and inside his bed, he whispers, “I’ve got the most beautiful girlfriend in the world.”
Hyunjin is the happiest man on this planet. That he is sure of. Last night was like a dream. He’s finally got the woman he’s always wanted on his side, calling her his girlfriend which he has been craving for over five years now. In the end, everything works out for the best if we’re all honest with each other and allow ourselves to show our emotions.
After your work shift together, you tell him that you have to rush home today since Seungmin’s parents are visiting him to discuss the marriage plan with him. Despite Hyunjin’s initial jealousy, he’s accepted that your roommate and you are close but finally understands that you’re nothing more than friends, behaving like siblings all the time. And he gets that you have to be there for your best friend.
So, he’s decided to spend some time with his own roommate instead—who’s been busy with going on one Tinder date to the next one in order to forget about his ex boyfriend—spending some time with him.
Just when he’s about to grab his stuff and leave the theme park, a familiar man stops him.
“Hyunjin Hwang, right?” he asks, wearing a button down shirt and an expensive sweater over his shoulders.
He looks so pretentious. Hyunjin has disliked him ever since he saw him for the first time and when the two of you overheard that awful discussion about women, he knew his intuition was right.
“I need to talk to you for a second,” the older man tells him.
That’s confusing. Is this referred to Gisèle or Nathalie? Philippe isn’t dumb, he can tell that his two coworkers either find him attractive or have something going on with that thirty-something dude. It wouldn’t surprise him if the talk in the bathroom last week was about either of them.
“Uhm… why?” he questions.
“It’s nothing bad. I’m Cédric’s best friend. He said it’s fine,” he explains. Well, not really an explanation but it should be fine.
“Okay, sure…”
Hyunjin follows him to a less crowded place, before Philippe starts speaking, “So, I’ve heard that you’re pretty close to Y/N Y/L/N, right?”
Why the fuck is he asking about you?
“Yeah… we are. Why? Is it something regarding this job?”
Philippe chuckles and scratches the back of his head, “Not really. It’s connected to you. She’s my girlfriend, actually. We’ve been dating for a few months now and I feel like you’re getting a bit too close to my girl.”
What?
Did he hear him correctly?
You’re… you’re that bastard’s girlfriend?
Hyunjin feels his heart pumping inside his chest, ready to explode. He can’t think straight anymore, doesn’t know what’s right or wrong.
Have you lied to him again?
No, this can’t be. He’s trusted you. You’re with him. You’re his girlfriend. That doesn't make any sense.
“What? She said she’s single…” Hyunjin speaks, deciding to play along.
“Yeah, we’ve been through this before, actually. I gave her a second chance. So, I’d appreciate you not ruining what I have with her,” Philippe lies through his teeth.
Yes, Hyunjin still has trust issues. But something about this seems… off. This makes no sense. If you were really that guy’s girlfriend, he would have reacted very differently last night when Hyunjin took you home, right?
Unless you’re not official…
Fuck. He seriously hopes that bullshit coming out of that fucker’s mouth is all lies.
“You’re… you’re really her boyfriend?” he asks.
“I am. So, I kindly ask you to stop whatever that is between you and her,” Philippe demands.
“Y-Yeah… of course. I’m sorry. I genuinely didn’t know,” he says, the words just blurring out of him. He feels himself getting dizzy, confusion taking over him.
“It’s fine. It’s not your fault. Thank you for being understanding,” Philippe says, placing a hand on Hyunjin’s shoulder.
And that’s when he spots it.
A wedding ring.
Fuck.
That talk in the bathroom… that was about you. Shit. He needs to protect you. Who knows what Philippe could be capable of.
“Yeah, sure,” Hyunjin continues. “I’ve got one question, though.”
“What is it?”
Hyunjin smirks, “Why didn’t you behave like her boyfriend and allowed me to take her home?”
“Well…”
“Or are you into cuckolding?!” Hyunjin fake-gasps.
“The hell I’m not!” the older man spits.
“You’re a fucking bad liar, Philippe,” Hyunjin chuckles, clenching his jaw.
“Shut the fuck up. You won’t have her. I’ve got so much more power than you,” he tries to assert dominance. Emphasis on the trying.
Hyunjin scoffs, “What are you? A pokémon?”
“I’m her boss. From her actual job,” he says.
The boss that you hate? Well, anyone would hate having such a piece of shit as their boss, right?
“I should have known… it makes sense now,” Hyunjin adds.
“If you get close to her another time, you’re gonna lose your job and she will lose both of them too. I’m gonna end her,” he threatens him out of the blue.
“W-What?”
He can’t be for real.
“Welcome to the real world, Hyunjin. That’s what the entertainment industry is like. I’d decide wisely if I was you,” Philippe says, winking.
Fuck. This is way more serious than what he’s expected. What a shitty situation to be in. What the hell is he supposed to do?
“You can’t… you can’t hurt her. For fuck’s sake. Let Cédric fire me for all I care. But don’t ever come near her,” Hyunjin shouts, getting louder.
“I’m telling you once, Hwang. You block her on every platform now or you’re gonna regret this. I’m serious.”
Just when he finally has you again, he’s destined to lose you.
Hyunjin's heart hurts like no other pain ever before. He remembers the time he had to do that presentation in class in middle school and everyone laughed at him. Or when he was defending his thesis in college and got so nervous. Or when Felix came home with bad news, telling him Changbin broke up.
All these situations made him nervous or uneasy or both. But even combining them, they don’t come close to what he feels right now.
He knocks at your door, hoping you’ll be the one to open it and not Seungmin. And at least those prayers are heard, when you’re standing in front of him.
“Hyunjin, hey, is everything alright?” you ask, since you didn’t expect him to show up here.
He can hear the voices of Seungmin and his family echoing in the distance and he feels like the biggest prick on this planet for doing this to you now—and at all—when you’re busy being there for your friend. But it’s like ripping off a band-aid. It needs to be done fast. So you can heal quickly.
“Hey, uhm, I’ll make it as quick as possible. But I think we should stop whatever this is between us,” he says, his voice breaking.
You stare at him in disbelief, “W-What?”
“I think it’s for the best,” he lies.
“B-But why? What about our talk, Hyunjin? We finally opened up to one another,” you remind him.
“I’m sorry, Y/N. I’ll see you at work,” is what he says, before he turns around, walking up the stairs
“Hwang, you owe me an explanation,” you scream after him.
I’m so fucking sorry, is what he thinks, when the tears starts rolling down his eyes and he disappears in the distance.
When you check your phone in order to text him, the messages don't go out. Neither are you able to see his profile pic on any social media platform.
He did it again. He ghosted you. He blocked you. He decided to snap you out of his life in the blink of an eye.
So, what happened to this time I’m not letting you go that easily when he’s slipping out of your fingers?
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The Artist's Garden At Midnight | EP. 4 NEMESIA NIGHT
— contains adult content, minors do not interact 🔞 —
“God, you’re so annoying. But for some reason it turns me on every damn time,” he suddenly says.
[ abstract ]: Instead of playing the princess in an upcoming movie, it turns out you got scammed and are portraying her in an amusement resort to entertain tourists in Paris. On top of that, you are paired up with the man who you thought you would never see again. Hwang Hyunjin, an ambitious painter who broke your heart half a decade ago (your version of the story). However, you are not entirely innocent in this either when you were the one to rip his own into a thousand pieces first (his version).
[ general ]: hyunjin + fem reader, painter hyunjin, florist reader, kind of second chance au, almost lovers to enemies to lovers, coworkers au, story is set in paris, smut + angst + fluff, hyunjin and reader had a fling/situationship in their last year of highschool (they were legal) and story takes place 5 years later, please refer to series m.list for more info
[ warning ]: explicit sexual scene [ dom/sub dynamics, fingering, protected piv, semi-public sex, hyunjin is big and he knows it lol, use of names such as pretty, princess and good girl ], mention of cheating, misogyny, jealousy, consumption of alcohol
[ words ]: 6.7K
[ note ]: Here's the next chapter!! I hope you will enjoy it. Lmk what you think (about the plot, the characters, their dynamic etc). in the comments/reblogs or by sending an ask/DM. I always appreciate your amazing support. Seriously, reading you guys thoughts is even more entertaining than writing :)) Also, make sure to read The Experience Project and Screen Identity: Mismatched Passion, my other two series that are part of the same universe!! It's not necessary to read them to understand this plot but I would appreciate it! Lots of love, Cece 🩷
“You did what?!”
Oh, that’s a friendly reaction coming from Ryujin. You actually expected your best friend to exaggerate things a bit more. At least the volume is still bearable regarding you’re in a cafe with her right now.
“I know you heard me correctly the first time…”
Is she really making you repeat things?
“So… you slept with your colleague who happens to be your new neighbour and who also happens to be the love of your life from five years ago? And you decide to tell me all of this just now?”
Yeah. Ryujin probably feels as if she starts a new Netflix show and begins with the third season. There’s a lot to catch up on here which is entirely your fault. You wanted to tell her sooner. So much sooner. But you couldn’t.
“First of all, we didn’t sleep together. Technically,” you state with a small voice, tilting your head.
Your best friend scoffs, “Very heteronormative perspective. Have you told Seungmin?”
She’s right about that and you feel a bit embarrassed that you didn’t view it that way. Is there really that much of a difference if Hyunjin stuffs your mouth or your pussy with his dick when even the slightest glimpse from him makes your heart skip a beat?
Wow. You’re a mess. A hornyand romantic mess at the same time.
“Not everything… only that Hyunjin is back and my coworker, yes,” you admit.
You feel so awful. You don’t even know why you haven’t told her. But everything happened in the short span of a few weeks and since Ryujin already knows what you’ve been through with Philippe, you didn’t want her to worry again.
She leans back in her chair and crosses her arms in front of her chest. “I feel betrayed. I knew I couldn’t trust a man but you going behind my back like this...”
“Ryujin, chill,” you roll your eyes. “This is literally not about you.”
You know that she’s just joking but you’re actually caught in a dilemma. Yes, you made a mistake by not telling her about this. But perhaps her reaction just proves that point.
Okay, slow down, Y/N. Ryujin is not actually mad at you, she just wanted you to tell her about this whole disaster a little sooner.
“I know that, honey. But if you told me earlier, you perhaps wouldn’t be six feet deep in shit, huh?”
Point proven.
However, it’s not even as dramatic. Well, whichever room Hwang Hyunjin enters, will be filled with drama nonetheless—that’s just what he’s like—but that doesn’t mean that this is an entire tragedy. You’ve been enjoying the… unconventional activities with him. Even if it’s just to get some relief and stress out of your system.
“I mean… I’m not. It’s nice. With him,” you admit, as you lower lip gets caught between your teeth.
Ryujin’s expression shifts within a second, before her mouth turns into a smirk. “Oh, yeah? So, it’s serious this time? Finally?”
Fuck. It’s not. And you honestly don’t know where the hell Hyunjin and you are going and if you’re even taking the same route.
“N-No…” you confess.
“Baby, you can’t keep repeating the same mistakes for the same dumb men,” your best friend pouts, reaching for your hand.
You take a deep breath. “Jinnie is different.” What a cliché statement.
One of Ryujin’s eyebrows rises, “Jinnie? You’re calling him Jinnie now?”
When someone else uses the name it does sound a little cringe-worthy but you don’t care. It’s nothing new. That’s what he enjoyed hearing back then when you took his virginity, after all. You meant it. In a way that you would call a boyfriend, partner, husband. Just for him to ghost and block you the next morning.
“You know what I mean. He’s the only man I’ll put my hopes in,” you explain.
You sound desperate and in some way you are. But not for a relationship—you’re dying to be together with him. Although it might all be in your head. Sure, you’ve spent three moments together that can’t be compared to anything else in the world. But Hyunjin is different now. He doesn’t seem like the relationship type and even if he was, you’re sure he won’t ever be able to forgive you, right?
“There are days when I’m glad I’m a lesbian, actually,” your best friend says.
You let your head fall down. “You’re no help, Ryujin.”
“Sorry, baby,” she chuckles and pats the back of your hand again. “Okay. So, how far have you gone?”
You get reminded of the fact that you’re in a public space—but then again, your best friend and you are these types of people that won’t hold back talking about the most unhinged stories in cafés.
“Uhm. He… he ate me out in the trailer where we put on our costume. And the other day I picked up a package from his place and… sucked his dick,” you say, feeling heat shoot up to your head. God. Why is this so… embarrassing.
“And they said true romance is dead?” Ryujin jokes.
You shoot a glare her way.
“I’m sorry, Y/N. But—how will this continue? Is he in for the long run too?” she questions.
“I can’t tell… we haven’t even had a normal conversation so far. It’s either small talk, dumb teasing or… you know,” you add, shrugging your shoulders.
Ryujin sends you an empathetic smile. You’re glad you’ve got her in your life—despite the initial difficulties in this conversation.
“Will there be an opportunity to just talk and get to know each other better? I mean, five years can do a lot to a person,” she says.
“I’m not sure. I don’t think he’ll be up for meeting in his free time. But there’s this work event at the end of the week,” you suggest.
Her eyes widen and so does her smile, “That’s good! Wait—work from your princess job?”
You sigh, “Yeah.”
“Not from Philippe’s company?”
That would actually be the worst. Even though you’re sure Hyunjin still hates you with his entire soul for what you did, you don’t want to see him in a room together with Philippe. That’s just weird. Your brain can’t even comprehend these two universes overlapping.
“Oh, God. No. It’s from God’s Menu Productions,” you reassure her.
“But speaking of… how are things with that piece of shit?”
You chuckle, “Awkward. I think there’s gonna be some backlash since I broke up with him. I’m honestly a little scared. With him being my boss… God, I was so fucking stupid to ever date him…”
You hate yourself for ever letting it get this far. Falling for your boss of all people was already a bad idea but actually believing him that he wasn’t with his wife anymore was even dumber.
“Please don’t put the blame on you, sweetheart,” Ryujin immediately intervenes. “Especially not for a man. He’s in a higher position and used that to his advantage. It’s actually disgusting. More than that. If he ever does the slightest harm to you, you know Seungmin and I will defend you, yeah?”
“Thank you, Ryujin,” you smile, your gaze locking with hers.
“No, don’t thank me for the bare minimum,” she reminds you. “We will stop with this today. And you’re gonna try to actually talk to your hot coworker as soon as possible so we can figure out if he’s for life or not. We’re only doing all or nothing, okay?”
You love how straightforward your best friends are, not only Ryujin but also Seungmin. You really do need some advice like this from time to time. And to know that no matter what happens, they’ll be there for you.
“You’re right,” you say.
“I just know you, Y/N. You deserve a real partner. Not some stupid situationship,” Ryujin tells you.
“Yeah, I’m not made for that,” you awkwardly chuckle.
“And that’s okay. I totally understand.”
The conversation dies down a little but your best friend is that kind of person that doesn’t make silence feel weird when you’re with her. The two of you order another beverage and share a piece of apple pie with ice cream.
Until you remember the plans that your friend trio has for today.
“So, are we going to the vernissage tonight?”
“Yes! I already picked out an outfit. It’s the painter you like so much, right?” Ryujin asks.
“Yeah… Samuel Sulfur. I love his paintings,” you admit.
There’s just something about them that makes you feel at home. If home wasn’t a place but a person or some type of comfortable feeling.
“How did you find out about the event again?” your best friend asks.
Fuck. That’s the thing. There was a weird letter in your mailbox specifically addressed to you which should be considered a bad sign, right? How does Samuel Sulfur know your name and—even weirder—where you live? What if it’s some type of scam, perhaps even coming from Philippe? You never know with that guy.
But that’s why you’ve decided to go to the vernissage with your friends.
“Uhm… Instagram. There was an ad. Yes,” you lie.
“Minnie I’m freaking out. How does this person even know my name? This is scary.”
It’s about the letter. You couldn’t hold back. You wanted to keep it a secret but when Seungmin kept asking you stuff about the event tonight you folded. It’s always the same when it comes to your roommate. He looks at you with his stupid puppy-face and you’re gonna blast out all of your deepest secrets.
He’s currently got the letter in his hand, reading each word, before he reaches into his jeans pocket, placing another one next to yours that looks like a copy.
What?
“Chill, dude. Would you have a look at it again? I received one, too. They probably dropped it here in the neighbourhood for everyone. To make it more personal and lure your dumbass into attending the event,” he explains.
Oh. That makes sense. Turns out you’re just paranoid as fuck. Great!
“I’m—I’m not dumb!” you fight back.
“I beg to differ, actually,” Seungmin teases you with a smirk, currently putting on his leather jacket.
“Fuck you,” you hiss. “I was gonna go anyway because I love Samuel Sulfur’s art.”
“I know, darling. Me too,” he speaks with a softer voice now. “Ryujin is in, too, right?”
“Yes! That’s gonna be an awesome night,” you giggle, jumping around a little. You’ve never been that much into art and paintings—your field of interests has always lied somewhere that’s connected to flowers, plants and gardens—but Samuel Sulfur has just caught your attention from one masterpiece jumping to the next one. His art is out of this world.
“A night just for the three of us like back in the days, the good old time. I missed that,” Seungmin confesses.
“Me too,” you smile. “We’ve become so busy these days.”
“Hm, some of us are searching for a partner against their will, while others are busy seducing their coworkers,” he tells you it’s a wink.
You know that he’s referring to the ultimatum his parents gave him. But how on earth does he know what’s going on between Hyunjin and you ever since you became colleagues?
“W-What?”
“Come on, don’t play dumb now, Y/N. I noticed it the other day when you came back with your package. Your hair was a little… messy,” he continues teasing you.
What on earth?
You’ve never experienced your childhood best friend like this.
“I– I—since when have you gotten that bold talking about sex?” you question.
“You’re making it a bit easy, dear,” Seungmin replies.
“Ugh. I haven’t… I haven’t slept with him we just… I just…” you stammer.
“Yeah, I don't even wanna know, thank you. I’d like to keep my lunch in my stomach, if I’m honest,” he says with a straight face.
You click your tongue, as you grab your purse and put on your shoes. “Are you mad you’re not getting some, Minnie?”
He scoffs and places the palm of his hand on his chest. The audacity. Although you might be correct about this. “Absolutely not. I’m busy anyway.”
“Whatever you say,” you chuckle.
Wow. You didn’t expect the venue and everything inside to be that level of mesmerising. Almost to a certain point that makes you feel wrong to be here. The place is filled with what feels like hundreds of guests who want to be the first ones to see the new collection of Samuel Sulfur’s series called The Artist’s Garden At Midnight.
You didn’t know what to expect. You had zero ideas of what you might see this evening. Sure, you follow Samuel on Instagram but he rarely posts anything. Some vague announcements here and a couple of new masterpieces there—but that’s it.
You like that about him though. He seems to be a mysterious person that manages to captivate you with only his art.
However, the fact that his current collection of paintings is revolving around the topic of flowers, plants and gardens makes your breath get stuck in your throat.
You forgot about the initial idea of finding it weird to be personally invited to this event until Seungmin pointed out that the whole neighbourhood received letters like the one that you got.
So, you should definitely stop being delusional. Samuel Sulfur is a newcomer artist that’s loved by everyone. He wouldn’t even know you exist. Because—how would that even be possible?
“It’s honestly so beautiful,” you start, before looking at your two friends. You’re wearing a long, dark green dress tonight that reminds you a little bit of Princess Camille although it wasn’t on purpose. This specific shade is your favourite colour, that’s all.
“Mademoiselle,” an older lady begins speaking beside you, “may I just say—your appearance perfectly matches the whole vernissage. You could be part of the paintings.”
Your mouth falls agape, “Merci. Thank you so much. This is so kind.”
She gives you another smile, before she walks away.
“You do look like a princess. A real one, actually,” Ryujin compliments you.
You giggle, trying to hide how your head is heating up again. “Thank you.”
Your friends and you continue walking around inside the venue, taking in every masterpiece that’s been shown. It’s honestly incredible. You can tell which flowers the artist was going for, although with his impressionistic style of paintings it’s not always easy to figure out the details.
A series of works catches your attention then. There are three similar paintings lined up after one another, all of them portraying different flowers. Daffodils, amaryllis and meadowsweets. The title consists of these names of the flowers.
“These ones are my favourite so far,” you say, talking to no one in particular but a man standing next to you catches your sentence.
“I like them too.” His words are low and when you turn around to catch a glimpse of him it feels as if his voice doesn’t match his appearance that much. He’s not that tall and has a soft face, pretty freckles decorating his skin.
“I’m Felix,” he introduces himself, “I’m friends with the artist. So, it’s always nice to know what other people think of his paintings.”
“W-Wow, hi,” you stammer, “I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you. You know Samuel Sulfur?”
He smiles, “I do. We’ve been friends for some years. You’re a big fan of his art, hm?”
You awkwardly chuckle, “You could say that, yeah. I’m also a florist and finding out his new series is about flowers and plants is… I am a bit overwhelmed. Positively.”
“You’re cute,” he says, trying to stay professional. His friend—the mastermind behind the paintings—couldn’t be here today but Felix promised to keep an eye on all the reactions the guests will have. “I’m glad you enjoy it so much. Samuel unfortunately couldn’t make it today. But I can absolutely tell him to send you a little thank-you-gift, if you like.”
Your eyes are widening, “R-Really? He doesn’t have to– I mean, that’s really not necessary. I–“
“It’s alright, dear,” Felix interrupts you, “he’s grateful for all the support he gets. Can I ask you what your Instagram username is?”
You give Felix your account name then, as your hands are shaking from excitement. God. You feel like such a stupid little fangirl. But Samuel Sulfur is your favourite painter and has helped you so much through complicated times. The way he paints feels like a story to you—how he carefully places every droplet of colour on the canvas, creating emotions with it. And now he’s got a whole series about plants. Sometimes you do feel like the main character.
“Thank you,” Felix says, “and also, that dress of yours is lovely. You remind me of—that Princess from that book. Wow. Sorry, I forgot the name.”
“Miroh? Princess Camille?”
Felix looks as if there’s a lightbulb appearing over his head. “Yes! That’s her! You look a lot like her. Or at least what I imagine her to look like. I’m so looking forward to the movie.”
You smile, “Me too.”
“So, Y/N. Thank you for your time. I’ll tell Samuel to send you a little gift basket,” Felix says, shaking your hand.
“Thank you too. It was nice meeting you, Felix.”
The man walks towards another guest standing close to you and in the distance you can see your best friends approaching you.
“What was that, Y/N? A new man?” Seungmin teases you, nudging your shoulder.
Felix is standing close to you, talking to an elderly couple to promote his friend, when he catches your female friend speaking, “She’s only got eyes for her Hyunjin. We all know that.”
Y/N. Fucking hell. How did Felix not catch up on that? He should have noticed it so much sooner. Of course you look like Princess Camille when portraying her is your part time job.
Oh, what a plot twist. He’ll see what his friend Samuel will say about that.
It’s loud. It’s crowded. It’s a little too much of it all if you’re honest. You don’t even know why Cédric invited everyone to this event but you’ve got to charge up your social battery after this weekend. Which won’t be possible since you’re still working a sixty hour week but, hey, that’s an issue future-Y/N can deal with!
“Y/N, you look pretty tonight,” Gisèle—one of your coworkers—says. They should have made her portray the evil witch from Miroh considering how fake she always sounds.
“Gisèle, hi,” you greet her while she pulls you into a half-hug and kisses your cheeks without even touching them. “You look lovely too.”
You can play this game as well.
“I’m surprised to not see you with Hyunjin, fighting one another,” she provokes you.
You take a sip from your champagne, as you keep a straight face. “Why would that be the case?”
“That’s all you two ever do, right? There’s definitely some tension between you but I wouldn’t keep my hopes up high, if I was you. I overheard him talk to Jacques, describing his ideal woman and that didn’t sound like you at all,” she rambles.
God, she’s fucking annoying.
“Good to know. I’m not interested in him anyway, so don’t worry,” you tell her with a bright smile.
It’s a lie. But she doesn’t have to know. After all, she’s not aware that Hyunjin is in fact very much interested in you. Half a week ago, he came inside your mouth within a couple of minutes.
“Gisèle! Y/N,” a very tipsy Nathalie joins you. “I just talked to Hyunjin… he’s so hot, don’t you think the same? And he even invited me on a date this weekend.”
Your face falls.
He did… he did what?
Hyunjin can’t be for real. But then again, the type of relationship you two established is called enemies with benefits after all. So, why are you getting jealous?
“Oh, that’s awesome,” you force the words out of your mouth while jealousy is bubbling up inside your stomach like a volcano. You down the rest of your drink, as the women keep talking.
“He’s so handsome! And so tall. I’m sure he knows how to satisfy a woman, right?” Nathalie giggles and Gisèle agrees with her.
Yikes. You suddenly feel nauseous. Of course, they’re completely right about their assumptions but you wonder now if there might be more behind their words. Perhaps, Hyunjin has already had something going on with them from time to–
“Y/N?”
Fucking hell.
That voice.
No.
What is this piece of shit—Ryujin’s words—doing here?
“Oh, Philippe,” Gisèle greets your boss.
“Gisèle, nice to see you again,” he says. You don’t even question how they know each other but when you take a closer look at them standing next to one another, you realise how similar your colleague and your boss’s wife look. She’s just like a younger version of Marianne.
“How’s everything going for you ladies?” he asks.
“It’s perfect,” Nathalie squeals, standing on his other side now.
Oh…
You grasp it then.
Is he… is Philippe seriously trying to make you jealous by talking to your coworkers?
You have to hold back a laugh.
“It’s alright. The champagne tastes a little… bland,” you say, shrugging your shoulders as your eyes connect with Philippe’s.
“I’ll get you a new one, darling,” he says, reaching around and handing you a full glass. His fingertips gaze over your own and you cringe at the thought of ever letting this man be close to you.
“Thank you, Monsieur.”
“Y/N,” Gisèle laughs, “that’s Philippe. A close friend of Cédric who had the idea of the theme park feature with cosplayers as the characters of Miroh! No need to be so formal.”
“Ah, really?” you ask, pretending to not know the man in front of you.
“That’s me, yeah. You’re playing Princess Camille, don’t you? I can see the similarities. You look just like her.”
You’re wearing a green dress again—this one is a little longer and way more elegant than yesterday’s—combined with matching accessories resembling your favourite flowers.
“Thank you, Philippe,” you say.
“Y/N.”
Oh, God. Can people stop appearing beside you and call out your name? You’re getting startled for a second time.
“Hyunjin,” you say, when he approaches the little circle further.
“Yeah?” you sigh. You’re not in the mood to discuss things with him now. Certainly not in front of the others.
“Do you have a minute?”
Philippe, Gisèle and Nathalie keep staring at every move you make, when Hyunjin comes closer, talking to you as if you’ve known each other for years—not entirely wrong—and him being a bit too confident for your liking. Especially after asking out your colleague.
“Fine,” you reply, rolling your eyes.
You follow Hyunjin to a quieter space—the hallway in front of the bathrooms—before you begin, “I actually don’t wanna talk to you right now. I just wanted to escape them.”
He looks at you confused, “What’s the matter?”
“You wouldn’t care,” you state, shrugging your shoulders, as you turn around.
But he runs after you, reaching for your hand. “Y/N, wait. What the hell is going on?”
He really has the audacity to ask that?
“Why are you even talking to me when you’ve got all these girls lined up just waiting for you?” you let out and blame it on the alcohol you’ve had in the last couple of hours.
His mouth falls agape, while his eyebrows are scrunched together, “Wait. Let’s discuss this somewhere quieter.”
There are a bunch of people walking past you, so you agree with his idea. Hyunjin opens the door and brings you inside one of the unisex bathrooms. Wow, a deja-vu!
“So, now—what the fuck do you mean?” he starts again.
“Nathalie?” you try to help him, hoping it’ll ring a bell.
He shakes his head, “What’s with her?”
“She told me about your date. You’re gonna take her on a date this weekend,” you explain, crossing your arms in front of your chest. You can’t believe he doesn’t know what you’re referring to.
“What?! I’m not,” Hyunjin immediately intervenes. “I can’t stand her. She probably just said that because I told her no. She asked me out earlier and I declined.”
What?
“Oh.”
“Yeah, oh,” Hyunjin repeats. “How about you listen to my side of some story first, hm?”
“You’re one to say that,” you hiss back.
The man that hasn’t bothered listening to your side of the story five years ago and instead just ghosted and blocked you gives you advice on hearing out his version first?
You can’t believe he’s got the audacity to propose that.
“Are you honestly bringing the Seojun drama into this?” he asks.
“No, I’m just showing you what a hypocrite you are,” you say with a fake smile.
“Me? A hypocrite?”
“Yes, Hwang,” you scoff. “Or do you see another person here with an ego as big as the Eiffel Tower?”
Hyunjin laughs out loud, throwing his head back, before he comes closer to you, making you take a few steps back. You gulp, staring into his dark brown eyes.
“Says the woman that was flirting with some thirty-something guy just a few minutes ago,” Hyunjin spits back.
“What?” you question.
“Cédric’s friend. I don’t know his name,” he explains.
“Philippe.”
“Oh, you’re already that close that you call him by his first name?”
You grin, “Are you jealous, Hwang?”
You both are way too alike.
“Absolutely not. I just don’t get it. Anyone would see what a pretentious wannabe that idiot is.”
Everyone except for you.
“Well, that’s none of your issue. I had a nice talk with him.”
You did not. At all. But Hyunjin doesn’t have to know.
“God, you’re so fucking annoying. But for some fucked up reason it turns me on every damn time,” he suddenly says. He’s so unbelievable. But you’re also so hopeless, that you’ll fall for it again.
“Can you ever talk to me without letting your dick phrase your sentences?” you question.
“Yeah,” he chuckles. “Usually, when you annoy me even more. So, why is my princess getting jealous, hm?”
His princess?
“Jealous? What do you mean? I’m not jealous,” you state.
Hyunjin snickers again, before he takes a few more steps towards you, caging you between the brick wall and him. The palm of his hand collided with the cold surface behind you and you already know that you’re doomed when you look at him.
“Then it wouldn’t be any issue if I go on a date with Nathalie?”
“Nope,” you stand your ground. “You’re a free man. I was simply judging your choice in women but you can do whatever the hell you want, Hwang.”
He places a strand of your hair behind your ear, as his fingers come in contact with your skin. Hyunjin takes his time with you to play his little mind games and you let him.
“Alright. So, it wouldn’t be an issue if she and I get along quite well?”
The thought itself makes anger take over your stomach.
“Like I said, you’re a free person,” you repeat.
“Hm, and if I take her home?”
“Do whatever you want,” you hiss.
“Sure, baby? What if I end up touching her, like this?”
His hands wander further, traveling towards your waist, as he pulls you closer. Hyunjin runs smooth circles into your flesh through the fabric of your dark green dress. Fuck. That piece of clothing wrapped around your beautiful body has been driving him mad the whole night. It looks even more astonishing than the one you wore to his vernissage.
“That’s fine,” you say, barely a whisper.
“Or kissing her, like this?”
His mouth meets your neck, as Hyunjin starts placing sweet little kisses on your sensitive skin. He soon changed the rhythm, turning them into a rougher experience.
“F-Fuck,” is all that you manage to let out.
Hyunjin chuckles, grabbing you by the hips to pull you even closer. “Or making her scream my name the entire night until the morning?”
“Hyune–“
“Still not jealous?”
Fucking hell. You can’t keep pretending anymore. You let go of him for a second and look at him.
“I am jealous, okay? I should be the only one who gets to have you like this,” you finally confess.
Hyunjin grins. “I knew we were on the same page. That’s why I couldn’t stand you talking to that Philippe guy.”
You’re a bit annoyed that he’s suddenly so confident in admitting his jealousy right after you told him about your own. But you knew it anyway.
“What are you waiting for, Hwang?”
He smirks, before he smashes his mouth into your own. This kiss is different from all the others before. Yes, you say that every time but you mean it. Hyunjin’s lips are so plump and soft against your own, so you wonder how he’s able to kiss you so passionately at the same time.
You let out a moan, as Hyunjin hovers you up by grabbing your waist. Letting your legs wrap around his body, you allow your coworker to take the lead this time. It’s nice to give in, to just let him do what he wants without teasing much—but you’ll see for how long you’ll withstand being a brat with him. It’s just too much fun to provoke him, after all.
He sloppily keeps making out with you, his tongue fighting with your own, while your back hits the brick wall behind you. It’s cold at first, with your exposed back thanks to the style of your long dress but Hyunjin is busy kissing any thoughts away from your head.
“Touch me,” you tell him, as you start opening button after button of his shirt.
“Say please, princess,” Hyunjin chuckles.
You roll your eyes, before your hands land on his chest—very muscular chest—and start touching him.
“Please, Jinnie. Don’t make me wait any longer,” you say with a fake-pout although you doubt its full pretense at this point.
He hovers your dress up and places you on the counter inside the little bathroom instead, knowing it’s much more comfortable that way for the both of you. Plus, it reminds him of that night you two met again in the pub.
You help him slide up your dress, exposing your thighs to him, but Hyunjin’s attention is instantly caught by something else—that cute little wet patch on your underwear.
“So, so pretty,” he whispers to himself, before he lowers his body so he’s eye to eye with your cunt, his tongue suddenly grazing over the ruined fabric, “and so delicious, baby.”
You let out a moan, but Hyunjin is fast to get up again and cover your mouth.
“Shhh, you’re gonna have to keep quiet, yeah? Those sweet little noises are only for me to hear,” he says, whispering right into your ear.
All you do is nod and spread your legs further, as you reach for the hem of your panties and pull down the material. Hyunjin catches it, placing the laces inside his pants’ pockets—perhaps saving it for later use—while his hands come in contact with your thighs.
His lips are suddenly on your eyes, before he whispers, “That’s my favourite view, by the way. You at my mercy. Looking at me with those hungry eyes, begging me to fuck you.”
“Do something about it, Hwang,” you hiss.
All he does this time is chuckle, as he starts palming his erection through his trousers. You know how big he is, yet, you still gulp at the idea of having him inside you.
Hyunjin’s other hand wanders towards your center, as you part your thighs for him. Two of his fingers begin grazing over your sensitive clit and a second later he brings them towards your lips instead.
“Open up, princess,” he orders and you follow suit. His digits enter your mouth, as you wet them for him, drooling all over them. He pulls them out again and guides them to your pussy, circling around the entrance once more before he pushes them inside.
“Holy fuck–“ you let out, when he starts filling you, preparing you for what he’s got planned with you.
“Just like that… let me make you feel good, baby,” he says with a husky voice, as he continues scissoring you open. His thumb brushes over your clit every once in a while, just to rile you up some more.
You’re in full trance a little later, unable to hold back any longer, when he keeps pleasuring you that good. Your mouth falls agape and you’ve got your arms thrown around his shoulder, while you shamelessly let Hwang Hyunjin finger-fuck you a second time in some public restroom.
However, this time you want the entire meal.
“Need more, Jinnie,” you whisper, “need your cock inside me.”
“My fingers aren’t enough?” he teases.
You shake your head no, “They’re huge… but I need more.”
“What a greedy little thing my princess is,” he chuckles.
His princess?
Don’t let it get to your head.
Hyunjin fumbles with his belt until he pushes his pants and boxers down to free his length. You gulp, wondering how he’s supposed to fit. He reaches for a condom that’s inside the wallet he’s placed on the counter next to you and rips the plastic open, as he rolls it down his erection.
“Are you sure you want this?” he asks, all serious now. “In general but also after having a drink or two?”
You smile, your heart melting, “Absolutely.”
“Alright, you’ve been warned then,” he grins before the tip of his dick grazes over your entrance, smearing your liquids all over it.
And then he pushes himself inside of you. Hyunjin starts with a few centimetres, watching you get used to the feeling. You let out a moan and tell him to go further. He takes his time with you, making sure you can adjust to his size at your own rhythm, until he’s fully bottoming you out.
Slowly, he starts moving his hips, rubbing his cock against your pussy walls.
Oh, this is amazing. This can’t compare to anything you’ve ever experienced before.
“This pussy feels like heaven,” Hyunjin growls. “Fuck, look at your tight little hole sucking me in, Y/N. You’re that desperate, huh?”
He points at where your bodies meet, as his fingers are placed under your chin, making you look down.
“Hyune,” you hiccup.
He softly tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, “Shhh, baby, it’s okay. Does it feel good, hm? Getting stuffed with my big cock?”
His pace is a bit steadier now that you’re used to him. He can hear the wet sounds echoing through the little room, as your cunt keeps clenching around him.
“Y-Yes—fuck, you’re so good at this… you’re so big, Jinnie,” you tell him.
Half an hour ago you were fighting like animals, now you’re completely different with him. You would have expected this to go a bit less sentimental and you wonder how Hyunjin can fuck you this roughly and be so soft with you at the same time.
“Hm, biggest you’ve ever had?” he teases further although he knows the answer.
“Yeah… and best one, where did you learn that?”
He chuckles, “You’re doing so well for me, princess. You’re such a good girl.”
Hyunjin keeps pounding into you, enjoying the sweet little noises you and your body make, as he drives the two of you closer to your high. Once again, he isn’t able to offer you much stamina but he blames it on the fact that it’s been over a year that he’s done this. And waiting was absolutely worth it.
Suddenly, you feel his thumb pressed against your clit again, as Hyunjin brings you towards your orgasm, when he keeps railing you into oblivion.
“Jinnie–“ you let out.
“It’s okay, princess. You can let go, yeah?” he encourages you.
And that’s exactly what you do. While Hyunjin keeps whispering sweet little praises into your ear, you come all over his cock, tightening around him. The sensation takes over your body and he has to cover your mouth with his hand again in order to not let anyone know about the filthy things that are happening inside this bathroom.
A little while later, he comes undone too, filling the condom with his seeds. The two of you keep looking at each other, before you burst out into little giggles. Hyunjin pulls out of you, discards the condom and helps you both put on your clothes again.
He takes care of you—as far as that’s possible inside the little bathroom—as he places sweet little kisses on your forehead and cheeks.
Enemies with benefits, right?
You’re totally in your world with Hyunjin, until a very familiar voice outside startles you.
“Philippe, don’t you think she will give you another chance?” the man asks.
“Cédric, I told you, it’s over. She made that very clear,” your ex explains.
“And your wife?”
“That dumb bitch believed me when my side chick appeared in front of our apartment. I’m glad though. I wasn’t sure how to save that situation,” he chuckles.
Your stomach turns. Sure, you’re aware by now that you mean nothing to Philippe. But hearing him refer to you as that and insulting his own wife like that, makes you nauseous.
Hyunjin catches up on it, as he listens to the conversation as well.
“That’s good, at least. But now she doesn’t want to anymore?” Cédric asks.
“Yeah. I don’t get it. Maybe it’s her morals catching her. But then she shouldn’t be a whore and go for a married man in the first place, hm? She’s gonna regret this,” he states and you can hear the anger in his words.
“What’s your plan?”
“A smart mind never shares their plan. Not even with his closest friends. Sorry, it’s nothing personal,” your boss says.
“You have some villain potential there, Phil,” Cédric chuckles.
“Hm, I know. That’s what she’ll get for turning me down,” the other man laughs.
You hear them leave a few seconds later.
“Yikes, what an incel. I hate men,” Hyunjin suddenly says.
“He sounds scary,” you speak with a quiet voice, as you feel your blood run cold.
“Kind of, yeah. That poor woman he was talking about,” Hyunjin adds, shaking his head. Oh, if he only knew.
“Hm,” is all you manage to let out.
Hyunji turns around, directly looking at you now, “Are you okay, Y/N? Did I say something wrong?”
“N-No. It was just the conversation we overheard,” you admit.
“I mean, I told you that Philippe guy was suspicious,” he repeats.
“He totally is. It just made me uncomfortable, no worries. It’s no big deal,” you explain.
“Okay. If that ever changes, let me know.”
You look at him confused, “Why are you suddenly so… nice to me?”
“I’m not nice. It’s just the bare minimum, Y/L/N. When I notice you feeling uncomfortable or unsafe, I’ll protect you. It’s that easy. Human decency and all,” Hyunjin says.
“Okay. Thank you,” you reply with a soft smile.
“Not for that. Should I call an Uber for us?”
When you arrive at home, you check the mailbox—something you do on autopilot—to find another letter in there with your name on it.
You open it once you’re in your apartment and said goodnight to Hyunjin as you reach for the painting that’s inside, obviously made by your favourite artist. There’s a bunch of colours combined to create a certain type of emotions—especially darker ones. You make out the silhouette of a female person, wearing a gown in the shade of trees.
“Title: The woman in the green dress.”
Shock washes over you. To some extent it sounds magical but it also makes you worry, considering Samuel Sulfur didn’t even see you at the event, only his friend Felix. Perhaps, he told him what you looked like.
You notice a little sheet of paper with it again and read it.
“The one that got away, just slipped out of my fingers. I knew I would see you again one day. And this time I’m not letting you go that easily. — Samuel Sulfur.”
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The Artist's Garden At Midnight | EP. 3 MEADOWSWEET MIDDAY
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“Now you’re putting words in my mouth,” you hiss back.
He chuckles. Oh no, you already sense what he’s thinking. “I can also put something else in your mouth to finally shut you up, princess.”
[ abstract ]: Instead of playing the princess in an upcoming movie, it turns out you got scammed and are portraying her in an amusement resort to entertain tourists in Paris. On top of that, you are paired up with the man who you thought you would never see again. Hwang Hyunjin, an ambitious painter who broke your heart half a decade ago (your version of the story). However, you are not entirely innocent in this either when you were the one to rip his own into a thousand pieces first (his version).
[ general ]: hyunjin + fem reader, painter hyunjin, florist reader, kind of second chance au, almost lovers to enemies to lovers, coworkers au, story is set in paris, smut + angst + fluff, hyunjin and reader had a fling/situationship in their last year of highschool (they were legal) and story takes place 5 years later, please refer to series m.list for more info
[ warning ]: explicit sexual scene [ dom/sub dynamics, oral (m receiving), hair pulling, use of names such as pretty, princess, good girl and slut ], mention of cheating, mention of therapy and sleeping with strangers as some form of hurting oneself
[ words ]: 6.2K
[ note ]:As promised, here is another chapter this week! I hope you will like it. I'm insanely happy about all the great feedback so lmk again what you think about this part. I'd appreciate it a lot. Seriously, reading you guys thoughts on the story, characters etc. is even more entertaining than writing :)) Also, make sure to read The Experience Project and Screen Identity: Mismatched Passion, my other two series that are part of the same universe!! It's not necessary to read them to understand this plot but I would appreciate it! Lots of love, Cece 🩷
Your heart is beating out of your chest. You’re sure you didn’t even manage to fall asleep last night with everything that’s going on right now. Perhaps, you’ve underestimated what working over sixty hours a week would do to your body and mind.
However, it can’t be blamed solely on your current stress. After all, there’s another factor that has kept you awake yesterday and leaves you tired now.
Hwang Hyunjin.
Or, to be precise, how ethereal he looked when his face was between your thighs, granting you the best high you’ve ever reached.
He’s so different. More skilled. Even more attractive. And shamelessly annoying. You can’t quite grasp how a conversation can shift so many times within literal minutes. One minute, the two of you are provoking each other and hissing like snakes, the next thing you know is your stomach doing that thing where it feels as if thousand butterflies are visiting. Just from a single look of him.
It’s ridiculous. It’s pathetic. It’s exhausting.
As if you didn’t have enough on your plate, there’s another issue tingling at the back of your head that isn’t as pleasant to think about as your little encounter with Hyunjin in the trailer yesterday.
Your boss. After making you feel like an absolute fool and letting you know that the thing between you has never been anything serious—regarding he’s very much still together with his beautiful wife and not planning to leave her—Philippe actually had the audacity to send you a suggestive text.
You immediately took a screenshot of it and sent it to Ryujin—since she’s the only one who knows—while your best friend instantly told you to obviously not give in.
You didn’t plan on doing so. You might be naive from time to time but that’s even above your level of stupidity.
The only issue is—Philippe is still very much your boss. And you regret putting yourself in a position with such different power relations.
Still, you grab your bag and rush to work, managing to get some tasks done until the clock strikes ten.
“Mademoiselle Y/L/N.”
Ah, we’re still playing all professional.
You follow him to his office and take a seat, as you listen to the clicking noise that indicates he’s closing the door.
“Y/N. I’m sorry about the other night.”
One and a half weeks later. He can shove that apology up his ass.
“Pardon?”
Philippe sighs, “I didn’t plan on you meeting my soon-to-be-ex-wife like this.”
“Soon-to-be? Is she aware of that, Philippe?”
“Look… you’ve got it the wrong way. Marianne and I… this isn’t working anymore,” he stammers.
This is ridiculous. At least you don’t feel as stupid anymore when you hear your boss’s bad excuse of an explanation.
“Really? It didn’t seem this way. It was embarrassing, to say the least. As well as my new job offer. I’m not an actress, Philippe, I’m portraying Princess Camille as a cosplayer in a theme park. Did you know that?” you ask, shaking your head.
The chair you’re seated on is slightly moving from the tapping you do with your leg. It’s a habit you probably won’t ever get rid off.
“What? Cédric told me it was for the movie adaptation…”
You don’t know if he’s lying yet again or being serious and if you’re honest you don’t even care anymore.
“It’s… I don’t wanna know. Let’s just leave it like this, okay?”
You’re strong, Y/N. You have practised this enough times with Ryujin.
“W-What do you mean, sweetheart?”
Your stomach does the thing. The thing where you feel nauseous. Yikes. How did you ever fall for that guy?
“Don’t—please don’t call me that. It’s unprofessional. You’re my boss. That’s all,” you stand your ground.
This is going well. You’ve got this.
Philippe scoffs, leaning over his table, until he’s eye to eye with you. “But… what about us? What about our relationship, darling?”
You gulp. You feel a bit uncomfortable when he stares at you like this. But you know that you won’t give in.
So, you smirk, “It wasn’t anything serious, was it?”
He leans back again in his leather chair, crossing his arms in front of his chest. A glance that resembles daggers shot in your direction almost makes you melt, but you know that you’re better than this.
“Right,” is all he says, before he gets up and opens the door for you.
As if your day hasn’t already been a disaster, the next problem strikes your vision. Two very blonde problems that are currently talking to your colleague.
The two women that made fun of you on your first day of work, haven’t been the kindest to you ever since. Probably, because they see a threat in you when trying to make a move on Hyunjin. Gosh, if they only knew what happened in the trailer yesterday.
You’re trying not to get your hopes up high. You’re aware this was a one two-time-thing and there’s no way Hyunjin will drag this further. Fuck, you don’t even know how to look him in the eyes after this.
And then there was this kiss the two of you shared. Sure, it was only pretense but you’ve never felt such softness and comfort when kissing–
Okay, fucking stop it, Y/N. Do you even hear yourself?
It’s getting exhausting, how he’s running through your mind all the time. Doesn’t he ever get tired?
“Hyunjin, there’s no one else who could portray Prince Claude as perfectly as you,” one of them—you believe her name is Gisèle—flirts with him. She’s grazing over his arm with her fingers in an attempt to be close to him. God. You can’t look at this.
“Thank you, Gisèle,” Hyunjin replies, shooting a wink her way.
He can’t be for real, huh?
You turn around, storming to the trailer to grab your water bottle. But on your way—as clumsy as you are—you almost trip over your dress and fall to the ground.
Luckily, Cédric manages to hold you, before he says, “Be careful. Yesterday’s end of your shift was perfect with the kiss by the way. But I need you to stay focused, okay? This is business.”
Yeah. Business. Dressing up as a fictional character for families going to a movie theme park. You’re basically a business woman by now. You can feel it.
“Thanks. I will stay focused, Cédric, don’t worry.”
Once you’re back, Hyunjin has got another woman—your colleague Nathalie—attached to his free side. This is so stupid. You can’t look at him anymore.
What you’re not aware of is the fact that he’s not interested in them in the slightest. Hyunjin has never liked women who throw themselves at him, who disregard what personal space it. But he knows they’re not here for anything serious so he might as well use the situation to get your attention, right?
When he catches you steal another glimpse of the way his coworkers are getting closer to him, he gently pushes them away from him and walks towards you. Hyunjin uses long strides to approach you. Tsk. He really thinks he’s the main character, huh?
“Yeah? What is it?” you ask, your arms crossed in front of your chest. You’re totally fine. Everything is normal.
He chuckles, “You’re done staring? Or do you wanna join?”
Hyunjin tilts his head and wears a faux-pout on his ridiculously beautiful face. God. How much you hate those plump lips of his. And how they made you come yesterday. How they felt pressed against your own, when he aligned them for the sweetest kiss–
“I’m not staring,” you intervene. “Don’t think I’m in love with you just because of last evening.”
He’s so full of himself, you can’t believe it.
“Oh, I didn’t think so. But it’s interesting to know that your mind immediately jumps to that idea, pretty,” he teases, clicking his tongue. Hyunjin takes a few more steps towards you and you forget the whole world around you.
You give him the same pretentious grin back, when you speak, “Well, I know, a wannabe-fuckboy like you can’t grasp that, but some of us are still romantics. Believe it or not.”
You’re not even lying. You’re actually a hopeless romantic. Which is the reason you’re not as experienced when it comes to sexual encounters like the man in front of you probably is. There’s a reason for it—you need a connection with a person in order to be close with them. They don’t necessarily have to be your partner, but you’d never be able to have a one-night-stand. You figured that out years ago.
“Oh, so you think I’m the worst, huh?” he asks back.
You’ve forgotten about your surroundings by now and it’s the same for Hyunjin. It feels as if he’s just here with you and no one else.
“Now you’re putting words in my mouth,” you hiss back.
He chuckles. Oh no, you already sense what he’s thinking. “I can also put something else in your mouth to finally shut you up, princess.”
You gulp. And let out an awkward chuckle. “I think… I think Cédric called me.”
You stumble back, almost tripping over your dress again as you desperately try to escape Hyunjin. Although you know it’s too late for that. He’s already under your skin, on his way to conquer your stupid heart.
“He didn’t. He’s talking to Gisèle and Nathalie,” Hyunjin says, “better be ready. Our shift starts in five.”
Hyunjin stands up, when he notices his best friend entering the little café. Damn, it’s been only two weeks since they’ve seen each other but it feels like years and yesterday at once.
Felix almost sprints towards him, greeting him with the tightest hug and the brightest smile that could outshine the sun—despite all the trouble he’s been through this past month—before the two of them sit back down on the sofa.
Hyunjin has already ordered two drinks for them and a variety of petit four. “Man, I’m so glad to see you again,” his best friend says, after they’ve been chatting for a couple of minutes.
It’s great to have the most important person close to him in his life. Even if the reason that Felix spontaneously moved to Paris too isn’t a good one. But they will figure things out like they always do.
“I missed you so much, Lix,” Hyunjin says with a wide smile. “How are you?”
“Well, regarding the circumstances and all… it’s alright,” the younger one says, grabbing one of the sweet pastries.
“I’m so sorry he broke up,” Hyunjin continues. “I called you right away when you texted me but you didn’t pick up.”
He really thought Changbin and his best friend are end game, as people call it. They’ve always been so cute together, basically relationship goals, so it surprised him a lot to hear that Changbin ended things. He feels utmost pity for his best friend, but he will be here to go through heartbreak with him. Felix is not alone.
“Yeah. I kinda considered throwing my phone in the Han river. Until I realised I could also impulsively come to Paris and drop the device in the Seine,” Felix jokes.
Oh, God. His emotional distress must be very extreme if he uses sarcasm to that level to deal with it. Hyunjin reaches for his best friend’s hand and squeezes it.
“You’ve got the best timing,” the older one reassures him. “I just got an apartment for the two of us! It’s a bit outside of the centre, but you’ll like it. We can go there right after.”
He’s glad he found one with two bedrooms—no living room but a huge kitchen—in an outer arrondissement. They can start all over together again. Life will be good. He’s positive.
“That’s great. You know, I think I just need a fresh start and all,” Felix admit.
“I get you. That’s the reason I came here too,” his best friend says with a wink.
Felix allows a small smile to fill his face. “Has it worked so far? Have you been feeling better since changing continents?”
“Absolutely,” Hyunjin immediately says. Because it’s true. Since he went to Paris for the first time almost two years ago, he realised this is the place where he belongs to. It was inevitable.
However, his best friend knows him better than he knows himself. It’s always been like this. Felix can read whenever Hyunjin isn’t telling him everything. He’s not a liar, but still the older one tends to leave out details to his loved one.
“What are you hiding?” Felix asks, clicking his tongue.
Hyunjin looks at him with furrowed eyebrows. “Why should I be hiding something? You think I’m a liar?”
“No, that’s not what I said. But you’re my best friend. So, I know when something is going on in your head,” Felix reminds him.
Hyunjin’s tongue grazes over his upper teeth. “Alright, you caught me there.”
Felix sends him a reassuring expression, silently telling him that he's there for him too, whenever he needs it. “You wanna tell me?”
Hyunjin contemplates postponing that conversation to another time. But perhaps it’s better to get it off his chest sooner or later. In addition, Felix will figure it out anyway once the older one starts talking about his job.
“She’s here,” Hyunjin says.
“Who? Her?”
“Yes. Y/N. I knew she had moved here after graduating but I didn’t expect to run into her on my second night. At some random pub,” he explains.
Felix’s eyes widen, as his mouth falls agape. “Oh, dear. You’re life’s a movie, huh?”
“Yeah, feels like a thriller. Or satire. Whatever,” Hyunjin half-jokingly adds, shrugging his shoulder.
“So, you talked?”
“Yeah. Talking. A little more than that. Until her best friend who’s a bit too touchy with her for my liking called and cockblocked the whole thing,” Hyunjin confesses.
His heart is beating out of his chest and he can feel his voice shaking. There’s no reason to be anxious around Felix. But perhaps he’s anxious towards himself, although he believes that doesn’t make any sense.
“Are they together?” Felix immediately jumps to that conclusion too.
“I asked her and she said no. But, bro, I don’t know. My whole head is a mess.” And my heart. “As if this isn’t enough trouble, she works at the theme park with me. Playing Princess Camille of all characters.”
Felix feels pain for his best friend. That’s a lot for someone who’s never gotten over the initial heartbreak that was caused by you.
“Hm, you showed me a picture of her. I remember. I see the similarities though,” he adds.
“You’re not helping, Lix,” Hyunjin scoffs.
“Sorry,” his best friend says. “Have you talked to your therapist?”
“I mailed her. But she hasn’t replied yet. However, I broke the agreement I had with her,” he admits then.
“Oh, no. Jinnie. You worked so hard…”
A year ago when Hyunjin started therapy in Seoul, he came to the conclusion that his lifestyle of attending parties and jumping from one stranger’s bed into the next one was some form of self harm, so his therapist suggested celibacy—at least regarding meaningless encounters—for some time. Soon, he realised that he’s doing better, putting much more emotions and work in his paintings instead and has been using it as a tool so far.
“I relapsed. I just—I couldn’t. She looked so beautiful that night. And… and we did it again after our boss made us stay locked inside the trailer where we have our break in,” Hyunjin continues.
“Your boss did– nevermind. How do you feel about it?”
“I’m confused. I feel like the dumb eighteen year old Hyunjin again that fell in love with his best friend’s girlfriend,” he admits.
“You told me they were still together when she slept with you yeah?”
If it was only sex. Hyunjin lost his virginity to you. Which will probably forever make him cling to you for whatever messed up mental issue.
“Seojun said so.”
“Dude… you remember all the shit he did to Minho’s little sister? After she told us?”
“Yeah. He’s sick in the head,” Hyunjin replies, feeling goosebumps all over his skin when he thinks back to ever being friends with this asshole.
“What if… what if he lied,” Felix suggests.
“I mean… it’s very likely. But—then she would have still made a move on her ex’s best friend at that time,” Hyunijn explains.
Felix tilts his head, reminiscing about other options. “Maybe for revenge?”
“I get it, Lix. I’m not saying I’m any better and wouldn’t do it. But why did she have to pull me into this mess?”
“You’re right. It’s still fucked up,” his best friend says.
“Yes. And not a good base for any type of relationship,” Hyunjin adds.
“Relationship?”
“Yeah…” he says with a small voice.
“So… it’s that serious?”
“It’s always been serious from my side. I don’t think I can be with this woman without loving her with all my heart.”
Wow. Felix is shocked. He’s not trying to downtalk his best friend in his head but this is new. The thing is, they both met in college. After you destroyed Hyunjin’s heart and he became the man he was throughout his university career.
But deep down under all these layers of commitment issues, self harm and not knowing where to belong, there’s always been slumbering the real Hyunjin. Someone, who doesn’t go around breaking someone’s heart but lost the chance to get his own healed.
Perhaps, it’s not too late after all.
“God, that past year turned you into a total romantic,” Felix giggles. “I’d say I like it, but after going through a heartbreak myself–“
“Fuck, Lix. I’m so sorry. I didn’t even had in mind that–“
“It’s fine, Jinnie. Really. You can always talk to me.” The younger one reaches for his hand now, a simple gesture to reassure him. “So, how are you gonna handle this?”
Oh, he’s more supportive than Hyunjin expected. That’s good. He’ll see what his therapist said but he already knows what the answer is. They talked several times about a made up situation in which Hyunjin meets a person that’s good for him. Sure, no one ever thought he would meet you again. But his agreement about celibacy doesn’t count when you’re involved in his life again, right?
“I’ll see. I considered just going with the flow. The sexual tension between us is… I’ve never met someone like her. Or maybe it’s also because I haven’t had sex in a year,” he chuckles.
“What if she wants something casual?”
His heart breaks at the thought of it. And Hyunjin might already be too deep in this mess to stop himself.
“My heart tells me that it’s alright as well. But my head knows that it will destroy me in the long run.”
But maybe he is ready to make mistakes and deal with the consequences of. As long as he can have you. Finally.
Hyunjin is pretty much impressed by the new apartment that he’s going to share with his longtime best friend. It might be a little out of the city and the area could be a bit uncomfortable at night, but he gets a lot for the price they pay.
After checking out his surroundings, he realises that he's been here before. He needs some time to count two and two together until it clicks—you must be living somewhere here too. If he’s correct, it might even be the same street. At least that’s what he vaguely remembers from that night he drove you home after almost fucking you in a shady pub’s bathroom. He can’t recall the exact building that you live in though.
Hyunjin takes the elevator up the fifth floor, bags of groceries in his hands that he wants to bring home before Felix comes back from his first day of work as a model. He’s proud that his best friend had received the offer of continuing his job from back in Seoul here in Paris since his agency offers work here too.
He’s completely caught in his daydreams, thinking about how he will continue decorating the place further—he bought some plants and curtains from a flea market—when a man enters the elevator too. He doesn’t greet him but Hyunjin immediately knows who he is.
“What are you doing here? Visiting your favourite colleague, hm?”
Hyunjin scoffs, “What do you mean?”
“Y/N and I live here,” Seungmin explains.
He doesn’t like the guy. Hyunjin knows that a man and a woman can be friends, but that Seungmin guy seems super suspicious to him.
“Oh, I wasn’t aware. I just moved here, too.” Hyunjin’s eyes flicker to the screen with the numbers, watching for them to run faster. “So, you live on the same floor as her?”
Seungmin scratches the back of his head, “Same apartment, actually.”
Fucking hell. So you’re living with that guy? He really wants to trust you. He really does. But it’s not easy to believe that Seungmin and you don’t have anything going on.
“Ah, okay.” Hyunjin’s two syllables speak louder than a thousand words.
“You remember me, do you?”
“From Monday when you brought her lunch? Yeah, I do,” the older one adds.
“No, from high school. Kim Seungmin. We were in the same year,” your roommate says.
“Ah, right. The rich kid,” Hyunjin replies and he curses himself for just speaking without thinking. An issue he’s had his whole life.
“And you were the nerd. You look different today,” Seungmin adds.
“Yeah, I mean it’s been five years,” Hyunjin explains, being a bit confused. Although, when he thinks about it—Seungmin still looks the same except for the fact that he wears his hair shorter now, so you can see his forehead.
“That was a compliment, actually,” your best friend admits. He’s always had issues with social interactions.
“Oh, then—thank you.”
Awkward silence fills the room.
“So, you’re all new here?”
“Yup. Just moved here, like I said,” Hyunjin replies.
“Great. Well then, if you need anything, please hesitate to ask me,” Seungmin says, when the elevator opens and he walks towards his apartment.
“Please—what?”
“Have a day,” he adds.
“What’s with him?” Hyunjin whispers to himself before he’s in front of his own flat, searching for the keys.
Doubts are creeping up in Hyunjin’s stomach if there might be something going on between your roommate and you. Perhaps, it’s all been a lie what you told him about your relationship with Seungmin.
What your coworker doesn’t know is that your best friend is just protective and, maybe, a little socially awkward. Smalltalk isn’t his thing and when he thinks back to all the nights he held your hand in highschool when you were crying yourself to sleep from heartbreak, he doesn’t want it to happen yet so soon again.
And with none other than Hyunjin himself living in the same apartment building as you now. As well as considering your impulsive nature. Fuck, he’s just scared you’ll run right into misery again.
Sure, he could have been a bit friendlier. But then again, he’s not the biggest fan of your colleague. He hung out with Seojun back in the days which should be considered a red flag. However, even putting that aside—you showed your best friend your crush’s Instagram profile and told him about the escapades you heard of. So, Seungmin knows he’s no good for you. He’s just being a good friend, right?
It’s finally the end of the week. You’re glad you’ll have the weekend off this time. Philippe has been oddly quiet these past days but you don’t question it. You probably hurt his male ego—and his below average dick—when breaking up with this pathological liar.
This Friday will be a night to relax, watch some dumb shows with Seungmin while ordering takeout. What a great plan.
With some snacks in your tote bag and on your way back home, you enter the elevator of your apartment building, not paying much attention to the person that’s already inside when you say, “Hi—oh, you already pressed the top floor– Hyunjin? What are you doing here?”
Why the hell is he inside the elevator of your apartment building? Did he remember that you live–
“Hey. J-Just moved here,” Hyunjin explains, pressing his lips together. He looks confused. A but absent. He’s been acting strange since Tuesday and you wonder if it has anything to do with Gisèle and Nathalie.
God. Stop being jealous, Y/N.
“Are you okay?” you ask him, when you see nervousness swirling around in his eyes. Those beautiful, big brown eyes. You could get lost in them.
“I’m fine,” is all he says, avoiding eye contact at all cost.
“You’re extraordinarily quiet today. Are you sure you don’t need anything?”
“I’m alright,” he says, shaking his head.
Weird. You wonder what’s going on or if you did or said anything that made him behave this way.
“I can get the package for you as well,” Seungmin offers.
You ordered something online and for some reason it got delivered the only hour you left the house this Saturday. It’s always like this. Why do those apps announce the package will be there within a certain timeframe and then they show up sooner or later than that?
Unfortunately, your roommate was working—whatever that means in the business world of the Kim’s—so he wasn’t at home either. This resulted in the package getting delivered to one of your neighbours instead. Now the little sheet you received reads “Hwang/Lee”.
You wonder who Hyunjin is living with. It would be the plot twist of the century if he’s actually got a partner at home and you wouldn’t be surprised. The family name Lee doesn’t ring a specific bell from highschool though, so you can’t quite connect the dots.
“No, it’s okay, Minnie. I know how much you hate stuff like that,” you tell him. Because you know your best friend.
“Which neighbour has it?” Seungmin gets up and walks towards you, as he reaches for the paper and reads the names out loud. Fuck. “Lee and Hwang? So, it’s at Hyunjin’s place—ah, that’s why you wanna pick that up.”
“Shut up. He has been behaving a bit weird. I just wanna check in,” you try to justify your motivation to visit the apartment of your new neighbour.
Seungmin grins. “Yeah, sure. Check in. Find out if he’s doing fine and if not so, you’ll help him?”
You know exactly what he’s referring at. And it makes your mouth fall agape. You’re not used to such accusations coming out of your best friend.
“What has gotten into you these days, Minnie? You seriously need to get laid,” you tease him.
“Okay. Enough. Go and pick up your package. I’m gonna make dinner in the meantime.”
You ring the doorbell, as your heart beats louder than that sound, threatening to burst out of your chest.
“Hey, Hwang,” you greet your colleague when he opens the door.
A little startled at first, he plays it cool, “Y/L/N. Are you here to greet your new neighbour?”
“Absolutely not,” you laugh. “Shouldn’t you be the one to introduce himself to the neighbourhood?”
“Don’t even think about it. I think I’m widely known around here,” he replies with a wink.
You scoff, “Is that a good thing?”
“I saw Seungmin the other day. How can you live with a guy like that?” he asks, shaking his head.
“None of your business,” you hiss back.
“Anyway. You’re here for your package, right?” Hyunjin brings you back to your focus.
“Hm. I am,” you say, showing him the delivery note.
“You wanna come in for a second?” he suddenly asks.
You raise one eyebrow. “Why?”
“God, what’s with all the questions,” Hyunjin sighs, throwing his head back. “I made fresh juice. You want some?”
“Oh, sure,” you immediately let out. “Orange or apple?”
“Both.” You follow him inside the house and take off your shoes. Hyunjin grabs a glass and fills it with both the juices before he hands it to you. “Here you are. You can sit down on the couch, I’ll grab your delivery.”
“Thanks,” you say, reaching for the beverage and dropping down on the sofa.
Hyunjin places down package, as he joins you, sitting next to you.
There’s a hint of this nervousness on his face again that you can’t quite interpret.
“I’ll get straight to it. Can I ask you something?” he suddenly starts.
You look at him confused, taking a sip from the juice. “Uhm, sure.”
“I– I don’t want this to sound weird. Although it probably will. But I’ve had an idea in mind… Cédric talked to me again the other day and said our dynamic still feels off and we should work on it further,” he continues.
“Alright,” you say, nodding. “What are you suggesting?”
“Do you remember what helped the other day? When those two teenage girls asked for a kiss between the two of us?” he begins.
“You want me to get trapped inside a trailer with you again? I mean, I’m not claustrophobic but if I’m honest, I don’t need that a second time.”
Oh, Y/N. You’re so oblivious.
“I suggest we both fuck. That’s the idea,” he says, clicking his tongue.
“You’re proposing what?”
“We both would profit from it. Call it an enemies with benefits situation or whatever,” Hyunjin explains.
He’s a mystery to you. You don’t get him sometimes.
“I don’t get you, Hwang. Two weeks ago you told me ‘no kissing, no touching, blabla’ and now you’re suggesting the opposite,” you state.
“I know. I’m sorry about the confusion. But I think it’ll help us two,” he adds.
“In which way?”
“Like I said, for work. How Cédric asked,” he repeats.
“That can’t be all, Hwang. We can also try to become friends,” you say, rolling your eyes.
“I’m pretty sure we both know best that you and I can’t be friends, hm?”
Something inside your heart breaks although you know what he means. And you agree. But you wished it wasn’t like this. A mistake you made half a decade ago will forever haunt you.
“What are other profits?”
“We both have sex, duh. Get some relief. Get rid of some stress,” Hyunjin continues.
You smirk. “Do you need to get laid, Hwang?”
“Wha– what do you mean?”
“I didn’t want to say it the other day, but the way you’ve been devouring me like a starving man the previous two times I’m sure it must have been sometime since you’ve got some, hm?”
How have you realised? Does he come off that pathetic?
“That’s so not true,” he tries to help himself.
“You’re the worst liar,” you chuckle.
“I can’t say that about you,” Hyunjin says, scooting closer so he’s eye to eye with you.
“Fuck you, Hwang.”
He clicks his tongue. “I’d rather fuck you, if I’m honest.”
Is this the dumbest idea you’ve heard in a while? Yes.
Might you still give in because you yourself crave intimacy with said man in front of you too? Maybe.
“Okay, under two conditions,” you propose.
“Yeah?”
“You stop talking badly about Seungmin,” you tell him.
Hyunjin rolls his eyes. “Fine.”
“And we’ll keep this a secret,” you add.
“Yeah, of course. No one can know about this,” he agrees.
“Not even our friends,” you emphasise.
“Exactly.”
The room suddenly grows silent, none of you ready to make the first move, until you grow some confidence, “So, are you gonna do something or…”
“I don’t know how to start this,” he admits.
“You were the one to suggest it, Hyunjin,” you scoff.
“I know. But now I’m getting shy,” he confesses and you can see a pink layer decorating his cheeks.
“Aww, is the old Hyunjin back?” You pout. “Let me do this, yeah? I can’t believe I’m saying this, but you deserve some pleasure too after last time.”
“I can’t believe how beautiful you looked when you came all over my tongue and fingers,” he compliments you. But this time there’s no smirk or grin on his face, he keeps a serious expression which just confuses your heart a little more.
You gulp. But continue. You get up from the couch and immediately get down on your knees between his legs. Hyunjin looks at you wide eyed, not having expected you to be that straightforward but he’s always liked this about you.
Your hands are placed on his muscular thighs, stroking the flesh through his sweatpants. Grey sweatpants. You’re already fucked. You graze them up and down, before you reach for the hem of the fabric and slowly pull it down.
Hyunjin catches his lower lip between his teeth, watching every move you make. Once his pants are completely down, you start placing sweet little kisses on his thighs, while your hand wanders north. You plan to not waste any time, cupping his erection through the material of his boxers, as you feel him grow inside them. He immediately goes hard and you’re not surprised.
After all, he basically confessed that he needs to get laid. But Hyunjin knows that it wouldn’t be like this with any other woman. His body doesn’t need to get some relief, his body needs you in specific.
You keep touching him through his underwear, until he reaches under your chin and tilts your head to make you look up at him.
“You sure you want this, baby?” he suddenly asks with big eyes.
You nod, “I'm sure, yes.”
“Then what are you waiting for, hm? Put that mouth to good use, pretty.”
You nod and grin, before you yank down his boxers too, watching his cock spring free. Your hand immediately wraps around his length, starting to stroke him. Hyunjin lets out a moan, throwing his head back.
Shit. You forgot how big he is. When you slept with Hyunjin for the first time, you had some trouble making him fit inside your cunt. And you already sense the same issue with your mouth.
You spit on the tip of his dick, smearing the liquid all over his shaft, as you keep stroking him. Slowly, you align your lips with his cock head, before you slide down, taking him as many centimetres as you manage, while the rest gets pleasured with your hand.
Your head starts bobbing up and down, finding a good rhythm that he seems to like. At least you figure so, when his hand lands on your hair, softly stroking it, as he encourages you, “Just like that, baby. Can’t believe you’re such a good slut for me.”
The name is new, but you can’t hide the fact that you like it. Caused by the immense dislike you have for the man whose dick is currently stuffing your mouth, you kind of enjoy the slightest hints of degrading, you can’t deny that.
Gagging and slurping sounds are echoing through the room, as Hyunjin pushes you further down on his cock, pulling your hair a little in the process. You can feel that he’s still careful, not wanting to hurt you, while his inner animal wants to have all of you.
“Fuck, princess. You look so pretty choking on my cock.”
He’s close. Already. And you don’t even question it. Your underwear is sticking to your pussy by now, but you don’t care about the neglect. This time, you’re getting under his skin and you like the control you’re having right now.
You keep pleasuring him with your mouth and hand, drooling all over his dick, before Hyunjin starts letting out a chain of whimpers. A little while later, his hot ropes of release are shooting to the back of your throat, painting it white, while he keeps moaning and groaning through his living room.
Once he’s coming down again, he slips his dick out of your mouth and watches your tongue clean the rest of him. Hyunjin pulls down his underwear and boxers again, as he stuffs his softening dick inside.
Fucking hell. Now he’s even more confused than before. But this picture of you on your knees will make him remember this special moment like a tattoo at the back of his mind.
He watches you get up and lean towards him, as you press a soft kiss on his cheek.
“So, can I get my package, Hwang?
Once you head back to your apartment and check the mailbox, you find a little letter with your name on it inside. You open the envelope and reach for the sheet of paper inside, before analysing it.
There’s a small drawing inside of a couple that’s sitting on a bench in a botanical garden. The plants have descriptions on them, all related to some symbolism of love. It’s truly beautiful even if it’s only made with different kinds of pencils, as far as you can tell.
When you flip the paper around, there’s a message written on it.
"I’d love to grow old with you just like our favourite flowers. But I know that this dream will never come true so I carry it inside my heart instead." Come to my vernissage on Friday — Samuel Sulfur
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The Artist's Garden At Midnight | EP. 2 AMARYLLIS AFTERNOON
— contains adult content, minors do not interact 🔞 —
“You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into,” Hyunjin says.
[ abstract ]: Instead of playing the princess in an upcoming movie, it turns out you got scammed and are portraying her in an amusement resort to entertain tourists in Paris. On top of that, you are paired up with the man who you thought you would never see again. Hwang Hyunjin, an ambitious painter who broke your heart half a decade ago (your version of the story). However, you are not entirely innocent in this either when you were the one to rip his own into a thousand pieces first (his version).
[ general ]: hyunjin + fem reader, painter hyunjin, florist reader, kind of second chance au, almost lovers to enemies to lovers, coworkers au, story is set in paris, smut + angst + fluff, hyunjin and reader had a fling/situationship in their last year of highschool (they were legal) and story takes place 5 years later, please refer to series m.list for more info
[ warning ]: explicit sexual scene [ dom/sub dynamics, semi public making out, oral (f receivin), use of names such as pretty, pretty boy, princess, good girl and baby, sir kink ], mention of cheating, being locked inside a room (no one is claustrophobic)
[ words ]: 6.9K
[ note ]: Thank you for the sweet feedback on the first episode! Here is the second part. I really hope you enjoy it just as much. Please make sure to comment and/or reblog it or tell me in the asks/DMs what you thought about it. I'd appreciate it a lot. Seriously, reading you guys thoughts on the story, characters etc. is even more entertaining than writing :)) Also, make sure to read The Experience Project and Screen Identity: Mismatched Passion, my other two series that are part of the same universe!! It's not necessary to read them to understand this plot but I would appreciate it! Lots of love, Cece 🩷
“You’re playing the princess in an up-coming movie and the man who ghosted you five years ago is playing the prince?”
It seriously sounds like the worst joke of the century but it’s your roommate repeating what you just told him.
“Maybe,” you reply with a forced smile, tilting your head a little as if this would help.
Seungmin gasps, placing the palm of his hand on the kitchen counter. The other one gets attached to his hips, making him look like a mother that’s currently scolding her teenage child. “Y/L/N, why didn’t you tell me?”
“I thought you would overreact,” you confess, avoiding eye contact when you bring your gaze back to the homemade iced matcha in front of you. You definitely need a lot of caffeine today, if you want to get through the day alive.
“Me?! What the hell, I would never overreact, what do you mean?”
You have to hold back a laugh, before you down the rest of your cold beverage and place the empty glass in the sink. If Seungmin wasn’t so focused on the conversation, he would probably tell you to clean your stuff right away. You’re in a rush anyway.
“Yeah… Seungmin, you do feel the irony, right?” you ask him, catching a glimpse of him.
Your best friend shakes his head and tries to collect his thoughts one more time. “Sorry. Anyway. Show me a pic, I wanna see what he looks like nowadays.”
You reach for your phone in your jeans’ back pocket, although you’re aware you don’t have any more minutes left. Opening Instagram, you show the screen to Seungmin.
“Fine. Here. That’s him apparently. If ‘glow up’ had its own Wikipedia entry, they’d probably put a pic of him there. Unless he’s catfishing,” you say, shrugging your shoulders once more.
You know that he isn’t catfishing. After all, you saw Hyunjin two days ago, hungrily making out with him while he had his fingers buried inside your cunt. Until your idiot roommate had to ruin the moment. Maybe, it was for the better. But you don’t wanna contemplate that right now. Or at all.
“Oh, damn. He’s beautiful. He might as well portray Princess Camille instead,” your best friend says, giving you back your device.
You scoff, “Are you calling me ugly?”
“Don’t put words in my mouth,” Seungmin intervenes, rolling his eyes. “I’m just saying what I see. But won’t this mess with your heart? Meeting him after all these years?”
Shit. Should you tell him?
You definitely should. But you already know what Seungmin will think about it. Fucking hell, why did you have to run into the one and only Hwang Hyunjin last Saturday?
For a second, you wonder if it’s any use to lie to your best friend. Despite the fact that he despises dishonesty, you’re also a very bad liar. Seungmin knows this best. He can read your expressions like no one else can. After all, you’ve been best friends for quite some time now.
“About that…” you carefully start.
And he immediately catches up on it. Great.
“What? Y/N Y/L/N,” Seungmin’s shoulders sink, before he places his hands on yours, shaking you a little as if this would magically put some sense in you. That ship has sailed. A long time ago. “What the fuck did you do?”
“Why are you automatically suspecting things?”
He gives you a look. The typical Seungmin-look.
And you know it’s useless to fight against it. He read you like an open book.
“Okay. We accidentally ran into each other two days ago. In the pub,” you confess.
It’s good. Judging Seungmin’s expression he’s chill about it. Although he knows it’s not good for you to meet your ex-situationship—God, how much he hates that word—after all this time again.
Cool. He doesn’t even suspect anything. If that’s the case you can just go on with your day and–
“How was it? Did he make you come?”
Kim Seungmin. You little piece of–
“Minnie! Since when do you talk about sex that openly and what makes you think we fucked?”
Your best friend is not necessarily a prude, but sex isn’t the typical topic he chooses to discuss with anyone. Sometimes you wonder if he’s still a virgin. Although viewing your childhood bestie in a light like this makes you feel disgusted. He’s like a brother to you.
“First, I’m not open, it’s just way too much fun to tease my best friend. Second, I’d be surprised if you didn’t,” he admits, clicking his tongue.
“Okay, fine,” you confess. “We were about to. Then you cockblocked.”
His face turns red within a second. “Oh, shit. I’m sorry.”
You brush it off, “It’s alright. Anyway. I have to go to work now and I’m in a hurry.”
After grabbing your bag, you throw your raincoat over your shoulders. This year’s summer is a complete joke. Imitating your love life, perhaps.
“Of course, dear. Tell Hyunjin ‘hello’ from me, okay?” Seungmin says with a wink, before he watches you leave the apartment.
Fortunately, Philippe is on a business trip today which means you can do your work alone without having to see him. And occasionally let a tear fall down your cheek whenever you think of the whole situation.
God, this is so embarrassing. How could you fall for a guy like him? It was seriously so stupid to believe he would see anything serious in the relationship between you both. He’s still married. He’s never planned on leaving his wife. You’ve been wondering these past two days if you should tell her because that woman seems oblivious. But you can’t risk your job. As much as it hurts you and your moral compass.
You’ve grown more responsible over the years. Maybe it’s become like this after karma hit you in the face for playing with Hyunjin like that after his best friend broke your heart. It all comes back around, after all. Literally.
Fuck. You’re seriously not prepared to see him again today. If it’s even true. He’s probably received a similar announcement message and decided to quit his job last minute when he saw that you are going to be the other main character in the upcoming movie. You wouldn’t be surprised.
Once your shift is over, you take a quick visit in the bathroom and adjust your makeup and hair, before you grab your stuff, lock the office and head to the filming spot. It’s a bit outside of Paris, which makes sense, so it takes you almost an hour to get there. Shit, you should have planned this with a bit more spare time in mind. Of course, you’ll be late. Again.
But you somehow manage to still arrive there, a little confused and stressed but that’s just a usual state you’re in. You can already see the people who you suppose are part of the filming crew when a man in his late forties greets you. He looks funny—wearing a pink suit that doesn’t go that well with the shimmering blue curls on his head but for some reason it fits him.
“Welcome, Mademoiselle Y/N,” he speaks. “Philippe has told us a lot about you. Gosh, you’re even prettier in real life.”
You feel your face heating up, not knowing how to deal with this sitution. You’re not one who’s good at small talk. Or making conversations in general.
“Thank you,” you half-awkwardly reply. “It’s such an honour. Thank you for the opportunity. Where will we be filming?”
The man tilts his head and the rest of the crew looks at you confused as well. “Filming? What do you mean? This is… what do you call it again… live action!”
Huh? Philippe told you you’re gonna be the actress in the new movie adaption of Miroh. Did he get it all wrong? Or did he perhaps lie to you again?
But, fuck it. You’re here now. And if it’s theatre—as it sounds—perhaps that’s even better. You’ve been part of a little theatre group for years now and even back in highschool you used to star in the dramas you did there, oftentimes being the main character.
Although you were looking forward to this opportunity. Fuck. You can’t believe that guy was dishonest again. Probably just to lure you into his bed. The idea of it makes your stomach turn, so you bring your focus back to the man in front of you.
“Oh, uhm, Philippe didn’t tell me this is a theatre thing. But no issue. I’ve got great experience with playing theatre roles as well–“
“Theatre? No. I’m sorry, Mademoiselle,” he explains, “but this is a job at our movie theme park. You’re gonna be dressed as Princesse Camille and take pictures with our visitors.”
Is. He. For. Real?
“W-what?”
You can’t even force more than that syllable out of your mouth. Is this a bad dream? When are you gonna wake up?
“Did she really think she was gonna play in the actual movie…” you hear a woman your age laugh.
“Poor girl, Philippe can be so cruel sometimes,” the female coworker beside her chuckles.
This is your personal nightmare.
“I’m sorry, darling. But this is a job at our theme park. Nothing more. Would you still like to sign the contract?”
Darling. The audacity this man has to call you by said pet name when you’re already embarrassing yourself like a full-time clown. Fits the theme park at least.
It makes sense now that this man must be good friends with Philippe. All of them are fake as fuck.
For a second you contemplate just dropping everything. Quit before you’ve even started. But is it really worth it?
If you want to change jobs in the long run—since you definitely don’t want to work for Philippe anymore after all this and more—it might be useful to have a backup plan, right? That’s what you always do. Have an alternative up your sleeve if things go wrong.
“Yeah, sure. Where can I sign?”
After everything is finished with the contract, the boss—his name is Cédric—guides you to the changing room that’s basically just a trailer. You enter, finding the princess dress splayed out on the couch. Okay. Maybe it’s worth it after all. You’re gonna feel like a princess. One that got scammed but a princess nonetheless.
Everything suddenly seems so peaceful when you keep a positive mindset, right?
“Huh, so they didn’t mess around… it’s really you.”
Positive mindset right down the drain.
He’s standing there. A smirk on his face and already dressed in his prince clothes. You try to keep your mouth closed—as your jaw tries to drop down when you see him like this for the first time, as if it wasn’t already enough that you had to endure his presence.
“Surprise, Hwang,” you greet him. “I bet you’ve thought you’d seen the last of me.”
The fact he told you less than forty eight hours ago that he doesn’t ever want to see you again makes this even more hilarious.
“Well, I was hoping so. That’s what I told you the other night,” he reminds you of it exactly.
You chuckle, getting a bit closer. “Seems like fate brings us back together, hm?”
It’s so much fun teasing him like that. He deserves it after that little bathroom incident and wanting to have you out of his life right after again. Something meaningless. But you don’t do meaningless. You’re aware that in comparison to back then that he’s a lot more experienced than you. However, you couldn’t care less.
Sure, you knew what you were getting yourself into but Hyunjin Hwang has always been an expert in getting your hopes up high.
“You can’t be for real,” he scoffs.
Oh, great. Now he’s blaming you for simply being here? Does he believe you have blackmailed someone to see him again? You might be delusional from time to time but that’s even out of your league.
Your expression turns serious now. “I didn’t know, Hwang. I was also scammed and thought this was supposed to be a live action movie.”
The man stares at you with wide eyes and you swear you’re only realising now that he’s grown taller ever since the two of you graduated. “Are you… are you for real? You’re still so fucking naive, Y/L/N.”
Dug the knife even deeper into the wound.
“Oh, fuck you, Hyunjin. That coming out of your mouth…” you spit back.
“I’ve changed a lot, you know,” he tells you.
Believe me, I do know. I’ve been stalking you on Instagram for five years.
He takes a few steps forward, getting closer to you until his deep brown eyes are staring into your own. You feel your knees getting weak when he looks down at you like this. Hyunjin brings his hand dangerously close to your face, before he carefully places a strand of your hair behind your ear. He absolutely knows what he’s doing.
“I’m not the innocent boy anymore that you use for your evil games,” he informs you.
You scoff again. “Evil games. You make me sound like a witch.”
“Maybe they should have casted you for the witch in Miroh instead of Princess Camille,” he says, tilting his head and clicking his tongue.
You roll your eyes. “What’s your point?”
“I’ve got some rules for you, if we want this to work,” he begins.
He can’t be for real. You thought you were delusional for thinking you actually got a role as the starring actress in an adaption of your favourite book but Hyunjin seems to believe his actual life is a movie. Typical tragedy of main character syndrome.
“Tell me,” you encourage him.
“First, we’re gonna keep pretending we don’t know each other.”
He lets go of you, awaiting a reaction.
“I’m starting to feel as if this is a kink to you,” you tease him.
“Funny,” he replies. “But also brings me to, second, no touching. No kissing. Or anything else.”
Is he out of his mind? Not that it was your goal at work to fuck your colleague, but the fact that he feels as if he has to establish rules like this makes you wonder how Hwang Hyunjin can be so full of himself.
“Fine. I didn’t plan on getting closer to you than necessary anyway,” you say, shrugging your shoulders.
You don’t care. You don’t care at all. Nothing matters. You don’t feel any attraction towards him.
Right?
“Great. Then, let's have a productive first day of work.”
It’s been a week of working together with you and no one has ever been such a pain in his ass. It’s nothing you do per se, but Hyunjin is also aware that his pent up feelings are creeping up inside of him, threatening to make him overspill with emotions that he’s been keeping locked inside a tresor for too long.
Your coworker was just getting back from buying lunch, ready to enter his long awaited break, when he noticed a man greeting you who doesn’t work here.
And he knows that guy. Hyunjin is pretty sure he went to highschool with him and he’s always seen him clinging to your side like glue ever since. As well as some other girl whose name he forgot about.
So, perhaps he’s your boyfriend now?
“Minnie!” It’s him. The name reveals it all. It’s the same one he saw on your phone screen over a week ago. “What are you doing here?”
Excellent. It seems as if you didn’t expect your little boyfriend to show up, huh? Hyunjin wonders if you told him about the night together, right before he wanted to pick you up. Seungmin seems to be on the possessive side. But perhaps, there’s a reason for it, considering you almost slept with another man.
He watches the guy hand you a lunch box and a water bottle, before he tousles your hair and earn an annoyed glare from you.
“Stop it, you’re gonna ruin the princess hair.”
Seungmin just laughs. “Calm down. You little idiot forgot your lunch. I’m off to work now. See you later, yeah?”
What an affectionate pet name, but every couple is different, right?
Hyunjin observes Seungmin pulling you into a quick hug before he leaves. Weird. No kiss. But perhaps you’re just used to this because you grew up in Korea and not here, in France.
“Y/N, Hyunjin. Before you head to your break—do you have a moment?” you suddenly hear your boss speak, as he approaches the two of you.
“Sure,” your colleague says, not seeming quite impressed. You’re not so happy about the interruption either, after all, you’re pretty hungry.
“What is it?” you ask, heading towards the other ones.
“It’s… how do I say this?” he awkwardly chuckles, scratching the head of his back. “There were some comments online… but I’ve also overheard guests walking around in the park and… you two have no chemistry. Well—no romantic chemistry. You seem like enemies and if I’m honest I’m basically just anxiously waiting for one of you to scratch out the other one’s eyes.”
Oh, God. That’s horrible. You have already been scared that people would catch up on the fact that Hyunjin and you… aren’t exactly friends. But you didn’t expect it to be that bad.
“Seriously?” you ask, worry in your eyes.
“Yeah. T-To be frank, I feel the same,” Cédric continues. “You definitely have to work on this. Because we might be losing customers if you don’t manage to improve on that. You don’t have to get married, but at least pretend to not hate each other. I thought you were actors?”
“Of course, Monsieur. You’re right. We’ll work on that,” Hyunjin promises.
“I’m sorry about the inconvenience too. We promise to improve. Thank you for the feedback,” you add.
The both of you walk to the trailer, ready for your lunch break. You’re deep in your thoughts about how to solve this issue without having to interact much with Hyunjin, when he begins, “You talk like you’re sending an e-mail. The apology just now.”
What the hell is he on about again? That boy can’t really live without a second of teasing you, huh?
“That’s what I do the whole day at my job,” you explain.
“Sounds fucking boring,” he laughs.
You halt in place, now turned towards him, “I like it. I work at a gardening and plants company. So, at least it’s about my favourite interest.” You give him another glance before you drop down on the couch with your lunchbox in your lap. “What do you do for a living?”
“Are you doing some kind of small talk with me?” he asks.
You roll your eyes, “Cédric said we should work on that, remember?”
“Okay, right,” he gives in, taking a seat on the chair opposite from where you are. “I’m a painter.”
“I’ve never seen a painting of yours somewhere,” you tell him.
“That's because I have a pseudonym, duh,” he explains, as if this is the most obvious thing in the world. But it’s not. If you were a successful artist, you’d want everyone to know, right?
Oh, unless he makes art that’s… controversial. Who knows.
“Okay, Hannah Montana,” you joke. “I'm gonna have my lunch.”
You open the box, just about to take a bite from the sandwich you made, when Hyunjin interrupts you again.
“Wait—before I forget it. And I think that’s essential if you don’t want me to hate you anymore…” he starts.
“Oh, you hate me?” you sarcastically ask.
“Well… maybe that’s a strong word. I have a huge dislike for you if it wasn’t obvious,” he adds.
“Oh, you can be sure, pretty boy. I may have noticed that,” you say, rolling your eyes. “I’m just surprised. Didn’t expect you to have feelings for me. Even if it’s not the positive kind.”
Hyunjin wants to storm off. But he also wants to scream at you for being like this. For being the reason for his fucked up relationships with women. Well, not entirely. He can’t blame everything on you but you didn’t exactly help him in his character growth either.
So, he decides to just let those impulsive thoughts run free. Be the drama queen. That’s what he’s best at anyway, right? At least it’s what people have said about him all his life. Might as well live like that.
“I can’t believe you’re still like this,” he scoffs. Hyunjin’s jaw is clenched, while his eye are roaming around in the room.
You raise one of your eyebrows, “Like… what?”
He can’t believe you’re that dense. He almost feels pity for Seungmin. That poor guy isn’t even aware in the slightest of what you’re doing behind his back. Unbelievable.
“You made out with me. Almost let me fuck you inside some shady pub’s bathroom when you’ve got a boyfriend,” he explains it to you.
You accidentally let your sandwich drop back into the lunch box.
What the fuck?
“What are you saying?”
“The dude that brought your lunch?”
You start laughing, “You mean Seungmin? Don’t you remember him? He’s my childhood best friend. We’re not… we’re not together, Hwang.”
This is hilarious.
“Oh… I just thought…”
You smirk, “Were you jealous?”
“Jealous? Me? Tsk, never.” He avoids eye contact so badly. “It wouldn’t have surprised me though.”
You can’t believe this guy, all he does is attack you.
“If I was a cheater? Are you being for real now?”
It’s getting personal at this point. Sure, the reason you started flirting with Hyunjin back then wasn’t a pure one. However, you’ve never been unfaithful in your life. You basically haven’t slept these past days after finding out you’ve been the side piece of a married man. It’s not your fault, still it feels like it. And Hyunjin believes you’re a cheater yourself.
“I mean… What am I supposed to think? You used me for exactly this before,” he adds and for a second you think you can hear a little pain in his voice.
“When you and I had our little thing going on I wasn’t with anyone.”
Sure. That’s not what he knew from Seojun. His former best friend said that you were still with him and just trying to make him jealous by flirting with Hyunjin and eventually sleeping with him. Once.
“Whatever you say,” he just gives in. He doesn’t know what to believe in anymore. Seojun didn’t turn out to be his best friend anyway, going around lying to everyone who has a pulse—including Hyunjin himself as well as one of his friend’s now girlfriend.
“You’re gonna give me a headache, Hwang,” you tell him.
And the boy takes it literally. He searches for a glass bottle inside his backpack, before he hands you the small object.
“Apply this,” he says.
Funny. Weren’t you the one to recommend this natural product to him years ago?
“You still use peppermint oil?”
“Oh, yeah, babe,” you try to ignore the random use of the pet name. Hyunjin is a mystery. “It’s the best shit ever. I recommended it to all my friends and even my enemies. You might be wrong about many things, but you were right about peppermint oil.”
You giggle, “Yeah, sure, Jinnie.”
If he calls you babe, you won’t hesitate to call him by his highschool nickname.
“Stop calling me Jinnie. My name’s Hyunjin,” he reminds you.
He’s so cute when he’s angry–
Wait, what?
Anyway. Back to it.
You take a few steps towards him, deciding it’s time he gets a little taste of his own medicine.
“I can’t take you seriously, Jinnie. You loved being called that name so much that night I took your virginity.”
His eyes immediately widen, “Shhh, no one can hear this.”
“What? Are you embarrassed about it? Does it not go well with your fuckboy persona?” you continue.
“I’m not a fuckboy,” he scoffs.
“You’re right. More of a wannabe,” you add, shrugging your shoulders.
“How do you even know?”
“Know what?”
“That… I slept around a lot… in college,” he murmurs.
“I use social media.”
Hyunjin scoffs. “So, you stalked me, baby?”
“Get down from that high horse. Your profile got recommended some years ago and there were a bunch of simps in your comments,” you explain. It was like that, right?
“Jealous much?”
“You wished, hm? You’re probably still thinking about that night. After all, you were pretty easy the other day,” you remind him.
“Whatever—I’ve had enough. Give me a minute alone while I have my lunch outside.”
“Yes, my prince.”
He rolls his eyes and walks towards the door—all while praying to not get a boner after you called him by that name.
“Fuck,” you hear him speak.
“What? Weren’t you supposed to leave?”
“It’s locked,” he tells you.
“The door?”
“No, Y/N, the secret portal that will lead me far away from you. Yes, of course the door,” Hyunjin spits.
“Don’t talk to me as if I’m stupid, Hwang.” You get up and join him at the door. “Make some space.” Pushing him away, your hand circles around the knob. Nothing works. “Shit. It’s locked.”
“Yeah, what I told you,” he emphasises.
“What are we supposed to do?”
“The question is—why are we locked inside in the first place?”
You receive a message on your phone then.
[ Cédric (Miroh) ]: Bonsoir Y/N and Hyunjin, we decided to have you stay inside the dressing room for an unknown time so you can bond with each other. More customers told us that your dynamic isn’t really convincing so we decided thou should work on that.
You gasp. What the fuck?
“This can’t be legal. I’ll hire a lawyer and–“
“You’re so delusional. They’ve got the upper hand in this,” Hyunjin tells you.
Because it’s the truth. But there’s also a sick part inside him that’s wants you to be locked in the trailer with him even if it’s just for a short time.
“You might be right… for once in your life,” you give in. Because what are you even supposed to do? Perhaps, that’s even better than going outside in the midday heat and getting fried like a barbecue feast in the sun.
“They will probably let us go after our shift at the latest,” he encourages you. Hyunjin is… oddly calm. Whereas you are about to lose your mind.
“Fucking hell, what’re we gonna do until then? There’s nothing here. My phone’s dying too,” you say, catching a glimpse of the screen. 3%. And no charger here. Why the hell is Hyunjin an iPhone user and therefore doesn’t have the charger that you’d need right now?
“Same here,” he says. “Don’t they have an AC in here?”
“We’re in Europe, what do you expect?”
That’s the bad thing about living here. The summer heat is killing you over and over again every year.
“I swear, the weather is the worst,” Hyunjin adds.
“It’s the humidity.”
“Oh, absolutely,” he agree.
“Wow, we can have a normal conversation. Even if it’s about something as mundane as the weather.”
This is surprising. Amazing, almost.
“Seems like Cédric’s plan is working,” he chuckles.
“Don’t let this get to your head, Hwang,” you tease him back.
Hyunjin suddenly gets up, waving air towards his face in an attempt to cool down. “Shit. Don’t they have a fan or anything? I can’t even open the windows. God, I think I’m panicking.”
“For real? Do you need anything?”
He was overdramatising things again. Something that Hyunjin has always done and people made fun of him for. But he finds it cute that you genuinely seem worried. His heart even skips a beat but he ignores it.
“I-It’s fine. It’s just stupidly warm in here,” he explains.
“Absolutely. Hey—we’ve got cold water from the sink. Wait here, I’ll bring some cold towels, yeah?”
A minute later, you’re back with a bucket filled with water and two towels.
“Okay.” Hyunjin takes one of the wet fabrics and places it on his neck which works wonders. “Thank you.”
“This is so helpful,” you say, feeling yourself cool down as well.
“Actually a great idea coming from you… for once.”
You chuckle.
“But it’s not enough. My shirt is… well… is it okay if I… take it off?”
“Sure,” you say, pretending to be nonchalant while you’re hyperventilating on the inside.
In the corner of your eyes, you watch your colleague rip the material over his head, until his upper body is completely bare. Fuck. You gulp. He looks like a God.
“So much better.” Hyunjin dips the towel in the cold water once more, before the fabric starts gliding over his naked chest. Fuck, since when has he gotten so… toned?
Droplets of water are colliding with his muscular body, making him all wet. The image instantly goes to your head, turning it into something sinful that you shouldn’t be thinking about your new coworker.
You can’t help but rub your thighs together and, of course, that menace notices it.
“You’re so easy, Y/N,” he smirks, scooting a bit closer.
Hyunjin has long forgotten about the rules he established a week ago. He blames it on the heat and the stress. Not those pent up feelings in his heart and the growing erection in his pants.
“I’m… I’m not. You’re the one talking,” is all you manage to say back.
“Are you referring to all the women I’ve slept with? Because, if I remember correctly, you looked at my profile once or twice, hm?”
“Okay, maybe more than once or twice,” you admit, rolling your eyes.
“I knew you wouldn’t be able to escape me,” he continues, getting closer to you.
“Now you just sound full of yourself, Hwang.” You reach under your huge dress and hover it over your head, leaving you in your underwear and your corset. “Much better.”
Hyunjin licks his lips, “Damn…”
You scoff. “You’re not even hiding it, hm? What happened to—no kissing, no touching, nothing else more?”
“I’m not doing any of that, pretty,” he reminds you with the brightest grin on his face.
“Not yet,” you wink.
You reach for the towel once more, making it wet before you squeeze the material. The water splashes onto your collarbones and starts running down to the hem of your corset.
Hyunjin can’t hide it anymore—he needs you. All of you. Fuck whatever rules he made up.
“You’re insane,” he whispers, automatically scooting closer.
“You said, no touching,” you repeat and he immediately freezes.
“Y-Yeah… but… you don’t get it… I… fucking hell, I can’t think straight, okay?”
He’s adorable, really. You’re gonna have so much fun with him—blatantly ignoring that this situation will be no good for your heart.
You shouldn’t. You know that. But you can’t resist. And he’s got the same issue with you.
“Is that anything new, Jinnie?”
“Stop calling me by that name,” he says, his face now only a few centimetres apart from your own. The thin layer of air gets threatened to be eliminated rather soon, when his lips are almost aligned with yours.
“I’ll call you what I want, baby,” you whisper.
“You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into,” Hyunjin replies, shaking his head.
You smile, “I bet you wouldn’t even be able to make me come, Hyunjin.”
“You’re digging your own grave, Y/N.”
You wet your lips with your tongue, before you ask, “You wanna continue talking or do something about the tension?”
His mouth falls agape, “Fuck—can I…?”
When you give him a nod, he scoots closer to you. It instantly feels like the other night at the pub. “Fucking hell, touch me.”
And his demeanour immediately shifts.
Fuck the stupid rules he made a week ago. It’s been enough time since the two of you were close to each other—well, exactly nine days—and Hyunjin is ready to relapse for you.
“You want me to touch you, yeah?”
“Kiss me, touch me, do whatever you want with me,” you give him consent.
“I didn’t expect you to fold that easily, princess.” He’s one to say that. “But your prince is here to take care of you.”
Shit. Under normal circumstances you’d find this super cheesy. But there’s something about the Hwang boy looking at you with his dark eyes, lust swirling around inside them, threatening to devour you like his favourite meal.
“Spread your legs for me, pretty.”
For some reason you expected him to kiss you, but he’s taking another course. You try to ignore the growing sadness inside your stomach, when you get reminded of the fact that this isn’t anything serious, probably.
A week ago, he wanted to never see you again. Now he’s all over you once more. It can't be anything serious, probably.
“Yes,” you say, leaning back against the couch and following his demand.
“Yes, what?” he asks further.
Is he expecting you to call him by some name or honorific?
You hold back a laugh. “Are you for real?”
“I can also tease you a bit more… edge you a little… over and over again–“
“Fine. Yes, sir,” you say, ignoring the fact that it gets you going too. “Didn’t know you were into that.” It seems as if every category of roleplay arouses him. And unfortunately you’re about to figure out some hidden kinks of yours too.
“Good girl. You’re a quick learner.”
This is all new for you. You haven’t had that many partners in your life. But none of them ever tried anything out of the box with you. Sure, you weren’t in situations like this before—locked up inside a room, wearing the remaining pieces of a princess costume, spreading your legs for the guy you used to call your enemy minutes ago.
Hyunjin dives right in, placing sweet little kisses on your inner thighs, as you spread your legs for him further on autopilot. This is insane. No man has ever made you feel like that and he has barely done anything so far.
His plump lips travel further, until they brush over your soaked underwear. You let out a whimper, when his fingers come into play, pushing the ruined material aside. When Hyunjin looks up at you, he seems hypnotised—ready to make sure you’ll always remember this moment.
You feel his tongue colliding with your clit a second later, as he starts drawing circles on it. His fingers are close to your entrance, circling around it, teasing you a little further when he smears your liquid all over it, before he dips two of them inside.
You’re reminded of the pub encounter over a week ago and for a minute you forget that this is a workplace. Perhaps, that’s just the effect Hyunjin has on you.
“Fuck… where did you learn that, Hwang,” you let out, while the man between your thighs keeps slurping, as he’s scissoring you open.
You can’t believe he’s making you feel that way simply with his fingers and tongue. He’s changed so much since back then and it messes with your head a little.
“Hyunjin. My name’s Hyunjin,” he reminds you with a low voice, grunting through his teeth.
“Just like that, yes. Keep going, pretty boy,” you tease him further, your fingers entangled in his long hair.
“Don’t tell me what to do, baby,” he moans in between licks, while his digits keep spreading you open.
“S-So good,” is all that makes it past his lips when he finds that certain spot inside of you. His fingers graze over it, as he curls them. Fuck. You’re suddenly getting close super fast. How’s he so skilled at this?
“Come on, princess,” he encourages you, “I know you’re close. Give me what I want… what you want, too.”
Pathetically, that’s all you need to hear—or your body to hear—to tip over the edge. The sensation spreads through your muscles, making you shake underneath him. Hyunjin keeps making out with your clit, roughly thrusting his fingers into your hole, as he watches you fall apart.
When you place your hand back on his head, he knows you’re getting overstimulated, so he stops. Slowly, Hyunjin pulls out of you again. He licks his fingers clean, keeping his gaze fixated on yours.
And then you hear a knock on the door.
“Fuck—the door is opening,” Hyunjin says, while you’re still trying to come down from your high.
“One moment, please.” He turns back around to you, having the most caring expression on his face. “I’ll help you.”
He hovers the dress over your head again, as you put it back on.
“Thanks, Hwang.”
He clicks his tongue, “For the best orgasm of your life?”
“Don’t let it get to your head, Jinnie,” you remind him. He chuckles and for a moment your eyes meet. The two of you take a minute in the bathroom, adjusting your appearances.
Until there’s another knock at the door.
“Break’s over. Door is unlocked. You two still have two more hours to go. Come on,” Cédric informs you.
Hyunjin reaches for your hand and helps you up. You sigh, “Gosh, why is he like this?”
“I swear he changes his mood as often as the weather does this summer. I can’t read him,” he adds.
“I’m not surprised. He’s friends with my boss from my main job after all,” you tell him. The thought of Philippe leaves you confused. Especially after what just happened with Hyunjin.
“Oh, so that guy’s an annoying bastard as well?” your coworker asks.
“Pretty much,” you chuckle. Oh, if Hyunjin only knew.
The two of you leave the trailer and are immediately hit with the early evening sunlight. Luckily, the temperatures have dropped a bit. Or it just feels like it after being locked inside that container.
“Good. You’re back. The fans are waiting,” Cédric rushes you.
The fans. A bunch of people who want to make photo or video content with you just to go viral.
“It’s Princess Camille and Prince Claude,” you hear a teenage girl say. She’s probably around the age of fifteen. “When I’m older I wanna be like you too, Camille. I looove the books so so much. It’s just so cool that the princess ends up with the villain prince in this. Such a different story for once.”
You wanna tell her that this isn’t a good thing and not a healthy base for a relationship. However, first, you’re here to do your job and, second, whoever sits in a glasshouse shouldn’t throw stones, right?
“Come on, Hwang, Y/L/N. Let’s go. Make it a little more believable,” your boss says.
The girl hasn’t asked for a pic yet. She’s basically admiring you two from a distance and for once you’re glad about it.
Until you hear her little sister speak.
“Can you kiss? Like in the book?”
For fuck’s sake. What have you gotten yourself into here?
Suddenly, you feel a warm presence beside you. It’s your prince. Or well, close. It’s Hyunjin.
He walks in front of you, reaching for your hand and adds a little kiss on the back of it. Then he moves it towards your hips and brings the other one to them too, before he pulls you closer.
His voice is barely a whisper, when he asks, “Trust me, okay?”
How are you supposed to trust the guy that broke your heart several years ago? And who’s messing with your feelings now again?
Well, it’s not like you have a choice.
“Okay,” you say, giving in. Right before you feel his lips pressed against yours.
This kiss differs a lot from the others you’ve shared ever since he came back into your life. It’s soft, it’s slow, it’s sensual.
He isn’t moving much, his mouth stays connected with his, while you listen to the whistling and cheering coming from the guests.
“It’s like out of the movie,” a woman says.
Hyunjin lets go of you again, giving you one last peck on the lips before he turns around. There was something about the look in his eyes that you can’t quite categorise. He seems… off. Just like he did last Saturday when Seungmin called while you were in the bathroom. He’s probably regretting it again.
Great. Wasn’t he the one to suggest all this? Your brain might still be a little fogged by receiving the best orgasm of the century but you still notice that this guy doesn’t seem to know what he wants. You hope he figures it out soon. There’s no way you can live through another dynamic with a man that doesn’t want you to be his first choice. You’re done with bullshit like this. It’s either for life or nothing at all.
Even though something tells you that things with Hyunjin won’t get any easier in a hot minute.
You watch him pose with a few more children, while you’re being asked for photos as well—sometimes alone, sometimes with the prince together.
However, the heaviness stays in your heart. You’re someone that needs clearness, who needs unequivocal answers. Sure, it’s a little too early to ask ‘what’s this thing between us’ especially with the history you both share. But you’re not getting your heart broken by the same man twice.
Speaking of heartbreaker—when you enter the dressing room alone this time, you check your phone for messages. Awesome. As if the day couldn’t get any more confusing. Your screen shows you a notification coming from no one else than Philippe. You take a mental note to change his contact name soon.
[ Philippe ❤️ ]: Meeting tomorrow at 10:00 in my office. Wear that red lingerie I sent you the other day. 💋
I'm loving reading this so much, I'm so in love really with this story. It's so exciting reading every chapter I'm really happy to being able to do it!!! Keep going like this. IT'S AMAZING 😭😭
The Artist's Garden At Midnight | EP. 1 DAFFODIL DAYDREAMS
— contains adult content, minors do not interact 🔞 —
“Shh, it’s okay,” Hyunjin whispers. “Let’s pretend we don’t know each other, yeah? Forget my name. Forget all that ever was. My only goal for tonight is to make you come. How’s that sound?”
[ abstract ]: Instead of playing the princess in an upcoming movie, it turns out you got scammed and are portraying her in an amusement resort to entertain tourists in Paris. On top of that, you are paired up with the man who you thought you would never see again. Hwang Hyunjin, an ambitious painter who broke your heart half a decade ago (your version of the story). However, you are not entirely innocent in this either when you were the one to rip his own into a thousand pieces first (his version).
[ general ]: hyunjin + fem reader, painter hyunjin, florist reader, kind of second chance au, almost lovers to enemies to lovers, coworkers au, story is set in paris, smut + angst + fluff, hyunjin and reader had a fling/situationship in their last year of highschool (they were legal) and story takes place 5 years later, please refer to series m.list for more info
[ warning ]: explicit sexual scene [ includes semi public making out, fingering, use of names such as pretty, princess and baby, marking (f receiving), kinda stranger at a bar role play ], consumption of alcohol and mention of underage drinking in the past, toxic relationship, age gap and cheating (reade x her boss, not hyunjin x reader)
[ words ]: 6.5K
[ note ]: Here's finally the first part of the long awaited Hyunjin spin off! I hope you will like it, it is a bit different than the other two stories. Please make sure to comment and/or reblog it or tell me in the asks/DMs what you thought about it. I'd appreciate it a lot. Seriously, reading you guys thoughts on the story, characters etc. is even more entertaining than writing :)) Also, make sure to read The Experience Project and Screen Identity: Mismatched Passion, my other two series that are part of the same universe!! It's not necessary to read them to understand this plot but I would appreciate it! Lots of love, Cece 🩷
“The Artist’s Garden At Midnight. What a lame title,” your boss says.
You take a closer look at the painting. You’re not that much into art to be able to classify this one that well, but you think it counts as an impressionistic piece. The way the colours play together instantly draws you to it—the several flowers that you’re not able to identify despite being a florist catch your whole attention.
“I like it,” you say, looking at the man beside you. “Especially what’s written underneath. Tagám.”
The tall man scoffs, “What kind of pseudo intellectual nonsense is this?”
You sometimes hate how negative he gets. Sure, he’s annoyed about the fact that you can’t do in public what you want to do. Both because of the age difference you two as a couple have and the fact that he is single but not divorced yet. You will give him some time, but there’s no need to take his bad mood out on you or the painting that you like.
“The word is a different language, Philippe.” Of course, a Parisian guy in his late thirties wouldn’t know. “They connected the acronym to it. Samuel Sulfur is the painter. I’ve never heard of him before.”
He reaches for your hand when he notices no one looking at you two, “Me neither. I’ve seen enough anyway, should we go back to my place?”
You snicker. “What, the Madame is out of town?”
He smiles. “Baby, you know I always want to spend my time with you. I don’t care what my soon-to-be-ex-wife says.”
You sigh, almost inaudible. Of course, you want this to work. This evolving relationship between the two of you. It’s hard, since he’s legally speaking still with his wife although they don’t love each other anymore. When you first started dating your boss, you underestimated the disaster you’d enter.
These past nights you’ve been lying awake in bed, contemplating where this is supposed to be going.
You know that you can’t do this anymore. Rationally.
But you seek comfort and closure. Emotionally.
You wish you would find a love similar to what you’re viewing in that painting hanging on the wall.
Tagám.
Maybe you should live by that.
“You’re my boss. And this is wrong,” you say.
Philippe looks at you confused. You’ve been doing this for three months now, so he’s a bit surprised by your statement. “Suddenly? Baby, we can work on this.”
You turn around, staring at Samuel Sulfur’s painting again. “I feel like staying here for a little longer.”
The man beside you sighs. You do have pity for him. You wished the two of you would have met under different circumstances. It’s not like you’re desperately in love with him but if you give the future of this relationship a chance it’ll probably work out.
But what if this never comes close to what you felt all those years ago with the one that was not supposed to be? Why are you always drawn to men that you can’t have?
And subconsciously you know that the painting of this mysterious artist reminds you of him. Hwang Hyunjin. The one that wasn’t meant to be. Which was all your own fault so you don’t even have anyone to blame but yourself.
“What can I do for you to trust me?” Philippe suddenly asks, bringing your attention to him. You turn around and look at him, seeing sparkles in his eyes. You’re sure he means it. You’re sure he feels something for you too, right?
“Listen,” he continues. “I’ve wanted to wait once we would be alone but I’ve got a surprise for you.”
“I don’t want your money,” you sigh, shaking your head.
He chuckles. “No, sweetheart. Something better. An offer for portraying Princess Camille in the new live-action movie of Miroh.”
Your mouth falls agape. “What?”
“Yeah, God’s Menu Productions bought the rights for the book. They especially asked for you.”
Miroh is your favourite book. It has been for several years now ever since it came out. The adventures of Princess Camille have always amazed you. You don’t even question how Philippe has got some connection to God’s Menu Productions but he is a business man after all. At the age of 38 he’s created a plants and flower store franchise that’s successful all over Europe. And silly younger you applied for a job after graduating college—majoring in botany and economics—becoming his personal assistant after being the main florist in the very first twilight store that was ever founded in Paris. Still a weird name for a flower shop, if anyone asked you.
“Me? They don’t even know me,” you say. This doesn’t make any sense.
“I told them about you,” Philippe explains with a wink.
Your eyes widen. “That’s crazy.”
Maybe this is something serious after all. Only a man that’s in love would do something like this, right?
“Yes. It’s your chance, darling,” he says, reaching for your hand again. This time he doesn’t catch a quick glimpse to figure out if anyone’s looking, as if it doesn’t matter to him anymore. And this little gesture, this small detail lets butterflies erupt inside your stomach.
“Thank you so much. I don’t know what to say,” you reply.
“Filming starts next week. Should we celebrate tonight? You and me? Dinner at my place and then some time together?” he asks with a smirk.
“Yeah, of course!”
“Repeat that again, Y/N. What did you say?”
You sigh. You do feel confused and naive, although you would never admit that. For fuck’s sake—if this is already getting on your last nerve how are you supposed to work your first shift as an actress next week?
“Philippe offered me a job. Playing Princess Camille in the live action movie of Miroh. He recommended me as an actress to the producers. It’ll start on Monday, though, the filming and all.”
Taking another sip from your iced strawberry latte, you wait for your best friend to reply. You’re dearly concerned that Ryujin might judge you, might think you’re too gullible for your own good although she’s the most understanding and encouraging person on this planet.
But let’s place the cards on the table. Your boss, who’s still married to his wife on paper, that’s fifteen years older than you, offered you a job as an actress although you don’t have any career experience in that field except for being part of a theatre club in your free time. Sure, he’s got the connections for sure. But—without a casting and all?
“But… that sounds like a scam, my dear,” Ryujin tells you.
It does sound like it. However, you don’t trust anyone as much as Philippe.
Right?
You’re glad you haven’t told Seungmin—your other best friend and roommate—about it yet. He’s gonna flip when he finds out. So, you’ll wait for it until after your first day of work.
“Do they pay well? Have you signed a contract?”
You shake your head, “Not yet. I’ll do it on Monday since it’s all spontaneous. But Philippe is the co-producer and he’s promised me a great payment.”
“What about your old job?” Ryujin asks, taking a sip of her drink.
“Well, I’ll continue it,” you explain. “Filming hours are in the evening anyway.”
It’s gonna be tough. But you can do this. It’s all you’ve ever wanted.
Ryujin gives you a concerned look. “That sounds exhausting, baby.”
“It will be,” you agree, shrugging your shoulders. “But acting has been my dream ever since I was a child.”
She smiles. “I know. You’ve had a lot of dreams though.”
“Can’t argue with that,” you chuckle.
You’ve always been someone who’s had trouble deciding on just one career. Perhaps, working isn’t what truly makes you happy or what you’d consider your life goal. You find beauty in the mundane and artsy things. That’s why you studied botany. Flowers are what amaze you the most. Everything about them makes you forget about all the trouble in the world.
“Do you remember when you thought you failed your thesis and considered moving to the Italian suburbs and becoming a farmer?”
“I still dream of that from time to time,” you chuckle.
“It’s always good to have a plan B,” your best friend says.
“Or C. Or D. Or Z,” you add.
She smiles. “You’ll take care, yeah? Would you like me to accompany you to your first day of work?”
“Yeah, sure. But—You’re not… mad at me?”
You’re a bit confused. She’s suddenly so different from when you told her about the job offer.
“Why would I be mad? You’re my best friend. We’ve known each other for twenty years now, Y/N. None of your impulsive ideas will ever shock me. I just want you to be happy, that’s all. I trust you. But I’ll keep an eye on you. And Philippe, yikes,” she reassure you, right before faking a gagging sound.
“Still a hater?” you ask, one of your eyebrows raised up.
She nods. “Born a hater. Of all men. Except for one.”
“Seungmin?”
“Yeah, but he’s on thin ice always,” Ryujin says, while getting a bit closer, her voice turning low.
“Don’t pressure the poor dude even more after his parents told him to get married if he wants to become the boss of their company,” you joke.
Seungmin was lucky enough to be born into a wealthy family which makes it even funnier that he lives in a mediocre apartment in an outer arrondissement with you. He’s not quite interested in what his family’s company is doing, still he took the job offer some years ago. Now, they told him that he can only keep his position if he gets married in the next twelve months. Otherwise, they’ll hand that job to his sworn enemy and son of the rival business family. Yang Jeongin.
You didn’t understand it at first. Well, you don’t get any of this rich people stuff but apparently it’s not going that well for the Kim family, so they’re left with no other choice. You wondered what this has to do with your friend—until you found out that the Yang’s offered to have their only daughter marry Seungmin in exchange to helping your best friend’s family to not go bankrupt.
Suddenly, it all makes sense that you’re portraying Princesse Camille with the dramatic Netflix-worthy people that are part of your life. Yours almost sounds mundane compared to your roommate’s.
“Yeah, Minnie our poor, poor rich man has to do what mommy and daddy tell him so he can become even richer. I think I’m gonna cry,” Ryujin jokes, dragging you out of your daydreams.
“You’re so mean,” you fake-pout.
“This was the friendliest option I can offer.”
You chuckle.
“Does someone else know about it, by the way?” Ryujin asks.
“No…”
You probably aren’t legally allowed to tell anyone. Well, you’d know if you had already read the contract.
“What about Seungmin? You didn’t tell your second best friend about it?”
You roll your eyes, “No, only you know.”
“Really? What’s your roommate saying about you overworking yourself for the next few weeks and only getting home by midnight?”
“I am not sure if I’m… allowed to tell anyone. I lied and told him I have some extra shifts,” you explain.
You dearly hope this is gonna be alright. But you’re optimistic.
And as a small thank you you’ve got something prepared for your boyfriend tonight. You’re gonna surprise him—with takeout food because you can’t cook and wine—and the prettiest lingerie you brought some days ago. You’ve got something to celebrate after all.
You’re nervous. Sure, you’ve been to his place before and he’s told you that his wife is out of Paris this week but still—going here without telling him? That’s risky. But it would have ruined the surprise if you had announced it beforehand.
Knock knock.
The door of Philippe’s apartment opens half a minute later, revealing a woman in her early to mid thirties behind it. She has beautiful blonde curls and eyes as blue as the atlantic ocean.
“Pardon? Who are you?” she asks, tilting her head. The lady brushes over the fabric of her dress.
“I’m… Y/N. Is Philippe at home?”
You’ve never seen her but the woman is probably his housekeeper. However, she’s wearing clothes that don’t look like something a cleaning person would wear. What if she’s–
“Why are you asking for my husband?”
Fucking hell. This can’t be. It’s Philippe’s wife.
Shit. You’re sure he’s told her about you but this was not like you planned to meet the woman that was with him before you. Married. They still are, legally, although your boyfriend said it’s just a matter of time that the divorce will get through.
So, why is she still calling him her husband in a way that sounds… affectionate?
“Uhm… I…”
“Mon amour,” the woman shouts, turning around. “There’s a young lady asking for you.”
In a matter of a few seconds, Philippe appears and stands right beside his wife. He places a gentle kiss on top of her head and something inside you breaks.
Right. It’s your heart. Now made of a thousand shattered pieces.
“Mademoiselle Y/L/N, what are you doing here?”
Why is he talking to you with honorifics?
What on earth is happening?
“I’m… I was gonna…”
He never broke up with her. Philippe is still with his wife and it looks as if a divorce is not what he wants in the near future.
You feel yourself getting nauseous. This is too much. Everything. You can’t handle this.
He’s lied to you. For three months. You’ve been a married man’s side piece all along.
You feel dirty. You feel disgusted. Also about yourself although it’s not your fault. Still, maybe you shouldn’t have gotten involved with a man that’s that much older and already has had a family. Although he was dishonest about that part.
“Are you cheating on me, Philippe?!” his wife yells.
“No, I’m not,” your boss spits lies through his teeth, keeping a stern expression on his face. He’s unbelievable. “She’s my assistant. She must have read something wrong. I don’t know why she shows up at our house.”
“Can I really believe you?” the woman asks. God, she seems to be even more naive and stupid than you are.
“Of course, ma chérie. I swear, she’s only my secretary. We’re nothing. She’s nothing. I’d never… she’s way too young for me,” he explains.
This is the worst defence you’ve ever witnessed. You’d laugh out loud if you weren’t so angry and paralysed by the sheer shock that you’re going through.
You’re nothing to him.
“Okay. If you say so,” his wife gives in.
On the inside, you’re throwing your hands around, not being able to believe what’s just happening. Philippe lying to you for months is one thing. In the back of your head, there’s a voice whispering something along the lines of I told you so.
But his wife actually believing him sounds like a prank to you. All of this.
“I only love you, baby,” your boss says with a pout, looking at the blonde before he brings his gaze towards you. “Would you please go home and not embarrass me like that, Mlle Y/L/N?”
You want to say more. You want to tell his wife that he’s lying. But unfortunately, this man has the upper hand in anything he does. He’s your boss, after all.
The vodka burns on your tongue. You’ve never been someone to handle much alcohol, which is why you decide to stop after your first and last shot, switching to cola instead.
Your eyes are wandering around the pub, looking for something you don’t even know. Life doesn’t make sense anymore. Your heart has been stabbed with a knife, at least that’s what it emotionally feels like.
You trusted him. With your whole being. Every word he said, every touch of his, every single kiss was a whole lie. You can’t believe this.
How could you have been so fucking stupid to believe a business man—your own boss—would be interested in someone like you on a serious level?
It’s not the first time this has happened. It was the same with the men you dated before him. After all, this has already started with the first guy you’ve ever been with—Seojun—back in your last year of highschool before you left Seoul and moved to Paris for studying.
Maybe you’re just doomed to be the side hoe instead and only make it to the level of a situationship and nothing more. God, how much you hate that word. Just as much as you hate the whole world right now.
“A glass of red wine, please.”
You feel the presence of a man next to you, talking to the bartender and if you weren’t so caught up in your own thoughts you’d realise that the voice should be familiar to you.
“Here you are.”
The glass gets placed on the surface with a loud thud.
“Thank you,” the man says again.
Wait.
He sounds familiar.
So fucking familiar.
Oh, God, no. You’ve already been through much misery tonight. You won’t be able to handle much more.
After five years of ignoring you he decides to come back after your life? Today of all days?
“Y/N?” he asks, turning towards you. There’s an empty seat between you both and you hope it stays this way.
You tilt your head and look at the man you haven’t seen for so long. The one that wasn’t meant to be.
“Hyunjin. You… you’re in Paris?”
He smirks before his lips turn into a wide grin. “No, we travelled through time and space. Actually, we’re on Mars right now, you know?”
You scoff, “Still a comedian, huh?”
“To answer your question—I moved here this weekend. Very spontaneous job offer,” he explains.
“Oh, okay. I’ve been here for a while. Five years to be exact. I went to college in Paris,” you add.
“That’s so cool! I spent a semester here one and a half years ago, actually,” he adds.
It’s weird. You haven’t seen each other in over five years—thanks to him ghosting you after months of flirting and spending one very amazing night together—but it feels as if it was yesterday. That’s how you’ve always connected with Hyunjin and you liked that a lot about him. Well, perhaps you still do.
“Cool. So, you liked the city so much that you came back?” you ask, taking another sip from your cola. The sugar and caffeine helps you focus a bit more, although you can feel yourself being a bit tipsy from the single shot of vodka. God, you’ve always been such a lightweight.
“Hm, it’s really beautiful here. Perhaps because of you,” the man says with a wink.
Wait, what?
Maybe you’re not at the pub. Perhaps, Seungmin or Ryujin picked you up and you’re currently in the backseat of your roommate’s ridiculously expensive car, dreaming about the love of your life–
Wait, what?
“Hwang, you’re already flirting with me?” you ask back.
But he looks a bit too real. No. This isn’t a dream. It can’t be. You chug down the rest of your soft drink and order another—alongside with a glass of water to not lose your goddamn mind—before you drink more.
Hyunjin, on the other hand, takes small sips from his own beverages, as he speaks, “Sorry, it’s partly the wine talking and partly my–“
“Dick?” you interrupt him.
“My heart,” he corrects you. “I wanted to be romantic for once.”
“Cheesy. That’s new. For someone who goes around breaking hearts,” you tell him.
He scoffs, “You’re talking to a mirror, huh?”
It all makes sense now. Although Hyunjin blocked you right after ghosting you after that night together, you know that up until this day he’s convinced you were the one to destroy things.
And, well, technically, he’s not entirely wrong about it. After all, your initial motivation behind getting closer to him was a not so moral one.
Hyunjin’s back then best friend—Seojun—dated you before him. Even five years later you don’t get how dumb you must have been to allow an asshole like him to conquer your heart, but you were young and stupid.
When Seojun tossed you aside—after taking your virginity—you had the evil plan to get a bit flirty and closer with your ex’s best friend instead. It was nothing serious. Well, it wasn’t supposed to be.
But then you fell in love. And no feeling you’ve ever had for another person in your life has come even remotely close to what you felt for Hyunjin.
And now he’s back in your life. Just when you got your heart broken by another asshole again.
This has to be destiny, right?
“Ah, that’s what it’s about,” you chuckle, referring to him calling you the bad guy in your love story. “You still believe it was me who ruined whatever this was between us? As far as I know, you were the one to ghost me.”
He clicks his tongue, “So, you want to talk about the past all night or rather figure out how we can live in the present instead?”
Oh, he’s direct. He’s a lot different from back then. The old Hyunjin was a total nerd. You won’t lie—you found his Instagram a few years ago and you’ve been checking his profile from time to time. You’re aware he’s not the same person anymore—quite the opposite from what you can judge—but you didn’t expect him to be that straightforward.
“What do you mean?” you ask, a bit confused. That’s how he makes you feel. You’re sure it’s not the alcohol since the cola and water are currently successfully fighting against your tipsy state.
“What’s his name?” Hyunjin suddenly wants to know.
“Who?”
“The guy who broke your heart,” he says, tilting his head and scooting a bit closer with his stool.
“How do you–“
“A shot of vodka. You’re usually drunk from a sip of beer. At least that’s what it was like when we were teens,” he reminds you.
Fuck. He still knows you better than you know yourself, huh?
“I can handle a lot more nowadays. You’d be surprised,” you say with a grin on your face.
Hyunjin chuckles, “So, why are you upset, pretty?”
Why is he flirting with you? Is this some kind of revenge for him?
“None of your business,” you reply with a stern look but probably fail. He’s gotten even closer—sitting on the seat that was empty mere seconds ago—which allows you to take in the beauty of his face—those wonderful dark brown eyes, his soft skin and those plump lips. God, how many times you’ve dreamt about kissing them again.
“Is it because of a man?”
You scoot back and reach for your beverage, almost accidentally spilling the liquids out of it because the man in front of you draws all your attention to him.
“No,” you lie. You don’t want any pity from him. Especially not for what Philippe did to you. All you want is to forget this day has ever happened.
“Alright. Work issues?”
You almost choke on your cola, when you take another sip. “Yeah. You could say that.”
Hyunjin knows you’re not overthinking work related things. He can tell that there must be a man behind this. After all, he’s one, too. And he’s broken many hearts in his life, which he’s not really proud of. But it’s also the reason he said goodbye to his fuckboy era a year ago, when he was the one to go through heartbreak for the second time in his life.
He’s learnt from it, talked a lot to his best friend Felix and a therapist to resolve his issues. He agreed to leave romance and anything sexual out of his life for a while and it has been hard. Well, literally.
So, can he really blame himself, when his brain short circuits seeing you here in a tight green dress. You, Y/N, of all people in this world?
He’d be dumb to not take the chance.
Right?
“Need to get your mind off of it?” Hyunjin asks with a big smirk on his face.
Your eyes are widening, “What are you saying?”
“The pub is pretty empty. The bathroom is pretty huge. We could go there,” he explains with a wink.
“I… wow. I didn’t expect that,” you chuckle, staring at the ice cubes in your soft drink. You adjust your posture, feeling that certain sensation erupting in your lower stomach. What the fuck? After all these years, Hwang Hyunjin still has this effect on you?
You shouldn’t do this.
But… he’s here. He’s back. You’re single and he’s too. This could be a fresh start, right?
But fucking your ex—well, ex situationship, you hate that word so much—is like heating up pizza in a microwave. You lose all the vitamins and it tastes bland.
You shake your head, realising your thoughts aren’t making any sense.
“You don’t have to say yes, pretty. But the offer stands,” Hyunjin says, before he places his finger under your chin and makes you look up at him.
You grin, “That… easy?”
“We have a history, after all. We don’t have to start from zero,” he adds, his eyes glancing to your lips. That dark red lipstick has always suited you so much. You wore the same shade when you were with him that night, he can definitely recall it.
“I’d prefer to start from zero, though,” you tell him and his gaze snaps up.
“Yeah? Why’s that?”
“I just want to forget. Everything that happened,” you tell him.
He doesn’t question it. Tonight is not about rationally. Tonight is about making mistakes he needs to make and tomorrow is about regrets he’s ready to handle.
“We can pretend. Just for tonight. Start over. I’ll make you feel good,” he promises.
This is not the option you should go for. But you’re not thinking rationally anymore despite being fully sober again. It’s just the effect Hyunjin has on you. This is your fate, as it seems.
“I’d like that, actually,” you confess, scooting closer again.
“Hm, I knew,” he says with a smirk. “Your eyes tell me. You’ve got stars inside them whenever you look at me.”
“I don’t–”
“Shh, it’s okay,” Hyunjin whispers. “Let’s pretend we don’t know each other, yeah? Forget my name. Forget all that ever was. My only goal for tonight is to make you come. How’s that sound?”
It sounds like I’m in heaven.
“I’m in. But we can’t go to my place.”
Hyunjn doesn’t question it. Although his stomach does a weird twist that it’s because you’ve got a boyfriend at home or even a husband. However, he didn’t notice a ring on your finger.
“I’m staying at a hostel with other people. I’m moving into my flat next week. So—the bathroom it is?”
A minute later you find yourself pressed against the tiles, while Hyunjin is placing rough kisses on your neck. You swear, this happened in an instant. You’re already losing control and you’re thankful for it. He’s got you placed on the surface next to the sink, spreading your legs so he can stand right between them.
Hyunjin is way more experienced than five years ago. He knows what he’s doing and he’s absolutely aware of it. There’s no cell in his body holding back, he’s already devouring you like his favourite meal and you’re only making out. The man has got you fully under your spell, without anything but his lips grazing over your skin.
“Make that sound again, pretty,” he tells you, referring to yet another moan that you failed to hold back.
He’s gonna be the death of you, for sure.
“Right there,” you shamelessly let out when his kisses erupt on your collar bones, after he’s drawn a pathway leading to them. You wouldn’t be half as responsive if the two of you didn’t agree on this being a one time thing. Hyunjin knows that once you’re done tonight, he’s gotta walk out and pretend it didn’t happen.
Right?
Well, that’s the best option for his silly little heart. Although this might be too late for it now.
And he’s only got himself to blame. In a moment of weakness, he gave in. No, he initiated this. Because he needed you. He needed closure and comfort. And there’s only one person who can grant him this. You.
You’re nothing better. Which is why you hope for him not actually meaning it—this whole ‘let’s pretend to not know each other’ so you’ll hold on to the idea of this being the start of something new. No hard feelings about the past.
“I need more,” you state, ripping Hyunjin out of his trance. He stares up at you, his gaze finding your own and you swear he looks the same like all those years ago.
“You’re sober, aren’t you?”
Time stands still for a second although he’s just doing the bare minimum. But for a quick moment it feels as if this isn’t all pretence—as if this is what could have been all these years ago.
“I’m sober, yeah,” you tell him. You’ve already forgotten you had some alcohol earlier—the feeling bubbling inside your veins has been replaced with a single sensation: utmost desire for Hwang Hyunjin, as desperate as it sounds.
“Then beg for it, princess,” he whispers.
You raise one eyebrow. Oh, that’s new. He hadn’t really been like this the last time you saw him. Quite the opposite, if you’re precise.
“You want me to beg, Hwang?” you ask with a smirk.
He shakes his head no and places his index finger on your lips in order to shut you up. “Nah, don’t call me by my name. Remember, we’ve never seen each other before.”
Oh, he’s really attached to it. Maybe it’s some kind of kink he’s developed these past years. However, it’s just his last silly little attempt to protect his own heart from getting destroyed by you again.
It’s some fucked up logic, sure. He’s mostly driven by regret from the past and revenge from the present. Hyunjin has known ever since he stepped a foot inside this pub, spotting you right at the bar.
He’s doomed. So absolutely doomed. But he can go on and reflect on his bad decision making tomorrow.
“Right. You want me to beg, baby?”
He grins, “Good girl. You’re a quick learner.”
Fucking hell. He's gonna be the death of you.
“Touch me, please,” you demand and he follows suit like a puppy. Some things don’t seem to change, after all.
You spread your legs further and the man finally has the courage to let his hands wander under your dress. You’re making it easy with no tights underneath and when Hyunjin’s fingertips brush right between your thighs, finding a damp patch, he grins.
“Already so wet for me, hm?”
He hovers the dress up, revealing your lingerie to him. Hyunjin knows you didn’t dress up like this for him. It must have been for whatever asshole stood you up. But this is about pretending—so, in his hopeless mind he will imagine that you’re wearing it just for him.
Contrary to your expectations—but not that you mind at all—he instantly pushes the ruined fabric away, two of his fingers spreading your pussy lips apart. It’s going fast but you don’t care. You’ll take whatever he gives you. There’s not a single rational thought inside your head anymore.
Hyunjin makes quick work, when he immediately finds your clit, drawing sweet circles around your sensitive area. You let out another shameful whimper, as you throw your arms around his neck.
He continues with his movements, while rough kisses and bites appear on your throat again, making sure you’ll remember tonight despite his idea of this being just a one time thing.
Deep down he knows that this won’t work. You’re not someone he can have once and not crave more after that first touch. He’s never felt something like this with another person in all these years. This is as good as it gets.
But then—suddenly—you hear a loud vibration coming from your purse.
“Shit, what’s that sound?” Hyunjin asks, totally caught up in the moment.
“My phone, duh. Wait, I’ll turn it off,” you tell him.
“Better be quick, pretty,” he chuckles, continuing to kiss you, until you take a step back. His lips disconnect from your skin, only a string of saliva connecting your bodies now until it breaks apart as well.
It’s a few messages from your roommate. Fuck. Usually, you would just reply later but catching a quick glimpse of your screen, you’re sure it’s best to handle him now.
Unfortunately, when you check his exact wording, you don’t notice Hyunjin—not on purpose, his eyes were just looking in the same direction—witnessing the texts.
And you can be sure he’ll interpret it the absolute wrong way:
[ Minnie 🩷 ]: where are you?
Well, who saves their roommate in their contacts like this, anyway? You. Because there’s not a single percent of attraction between Seungmin and you although the name in your phone might tell otherwise.
[ Minnie 🩷 ]: you’re coming home now or i’ll pick you up. no discussion.
Hyunjin rolls his eyes but you don’t see him. After all these years, you still seem to have two strings to your bow. Cool. You’ve got a boyfriend. This is unbelievable. Perhaps, you got in a fight with said guy and went to the pub. This would explain things.
Sure, he shouldn’t have gone to the bathroom with you. Hyunjin knows that. But he couldn’t resist.
Seeing you here after all these years, made him lose his temper. He should cut you off before he can get his heart demolished a second time. You’re not in for the long run. That’s just what you are like. You’re what made him become this man who’s afraid of commitment after all, when you decided to use him for your own sick little games.
Meanwhile, you’re quickly typing a message to shut Seungmin up and ease his mind. You’re safe. There’s nothing to worry about.
[ You ]: Chill. I am at a pub. I’m coming home now, Dad.
You look at Hyunjin, not even noticing the anger in his eyes or he’s better nowadays to hide it. “I’m sorry… I have to go home.”
All he does is nod, helping you adjust your clothes and his own, while fighting for his life to not lose his mind. It seems as if he’s already facing the consequences of his impulsive mistakes tonight.
“I’m bringing you home,” he announces, before he reaches for your wrist and drags you out of the bathroom.
You follow him, as you ask, “Why?”
“It’s night. You’re alone. And a woman,” he explains the obvious. You like this dominant behaviour he’s got nowadays. It’s new. But also confusing for your stupid little heart.
Fucking hell. Only a few hours ago you thought you’d never be happy again after what Philippe did to you and then the one and only Hyunjin Hwang spawns in some Parisian pub and conquers your heart and soul in a split second?
You’ve always made fun of Princess Camille falling so easily for the villain—Prince Claude—in the Miroh books. Or basically any other princess story. Cinderella. The little mermaid. Snow White. You name them. They’re all the same and you’re one of them. Just worse.
“It’s okay… you don’t have to,” you still tell Hyunjin, once you arrive at what you guess is his car and he opens the door for you. You plop down on the passenger seat, before he appears next to you.
His jaw clenched. “Y/N, please don’t argue with me and just let me bring you home.”
You sigh, “O-Okay. Fine.”
He starts the engine, telling you to type your address in his phone and you do as you’re told.
You’ve got some time to check your own device again, while Hyunjin pays attention to the street.
[ Minnie 🩷 ]: you’re alone?? ryujin said she’s not with you. and her and i are your only friends.
Ouch. Thank you, Seungmin.
[ Minnie 🩷 ]: are you okay? I can pick you up, you know?
You text a quick reply.
[ You ]: It’s fine. I’m close by. I’ll be there in a few.
The whole drive is silent and you wonder if this is still about Hyunjin playing pretend. If so, you hope he stops soon. This is getting annoying. How are you two supposed to start over if he’s making it this hard?
“This house right here,” you say, when you spot the building where your apartment is located inside.
“Alright,” he says, stopping the car at the side of the street. God, he’s so bad at parallel parking. You won’t be surprised if his car will have at least ten bumps by the end of the week.
You give him a quick look but his face remains emotionless. Can he stop playing this stupid game?
“Goodnight, Hyunjin,” you say, leaning closer but he stops you. So, you scoot back again and grab your purse.
What on earth?
You did read everything the wrong way, apparently. Your breath hitches and you feel embarrassment wash over you.
He meant it.
This was a one time thing.
God, what kind of monster did you create when you broke this poor boy’s heart all those years ago?
“Goodnight and goodbye forever,” he says, trying his best to hide the pain in his low voice. This is too much for him. He was so stupid to assume something like this wasn’t gonna affect him.
“W-What? I… I thought this would be… a fresh start and all,” you hold onto your hopes.
Hyunjin sighs, before he turns around to you, “Y/N, come on. We don’t know each other, remember?”
He’s serious. You can tell. This isn’t part of some game.
“I don’t understand,” you say, because you genuinely don’t get it. Or you don’t want to get it.
“That’s what we agreed on. We played pretend. Get out of my car now. Please,” he tells you, bringing his gaze away from you again.
You nod, opening the car’s door, before you step out.
“Okay. S-Sorry. Thanks for bringing me home. Stay safe, okay?”
And then you run. You don’t look back, when you reach for your keys and sprint up the stairs. When you arrive on the highest floor and look out the window, Hyunjin is long gone—vanished with the memories of tonight.
Your phone vibrates again and you’re already rolling your eyes, knowing it must be a text from your roommate.
But when you open it, your heart stops.
[ Unknown number ]: Dear Mlle Y/L/N. Here are a few information for your job starting on Monday. Your shift begins at 15:00. Get ready to meet your coworker who is going to portray your Prince Claude—Hyunjin Hwang!
Your phone falls out of your hands, landing on the hard wooden floor, as the screen breaks and turns into a copy of a spiderweb.
I was so excited for this and WOW It exceeded my expectations!! I'm so curious for the next chapter can't wait. Read something yours it's always a pleasure 🤍😭 And I'm so curious to get to know this side of the Hyunjin's character!!
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“I just want you to know that I’ll keep fighting for you. Forever. Because I love you,” he confesses.
[ abstract ]: After a rough break up during semester break, you’re put in a class with none other than your longtime academic rival Han Jisung once university starts again. Things don’t get any easier considering he’s your older brother’s best friend and destiny decides to assign you two to a partner project. Luckily, you can distract yourself a little by chatting with the mysterious guy you met online a couple of months ago, getting closer both emotionally and physically with him, absolutely unaware he might be nearer than you would expect…
[ general ]: jisung + fem reader, gamer + stoner jisung, gamer reader, academic rivals/enemies → lovers, brother’s best friend, minho is reader’s slightly older brother, college au, smut + angst + fluff, accidental online dating, inexperienced jisung + inexperienced reader [ real life ] vs simp jisung + brat reader [ online ] so they act a lot differently while chatting, please refer to series m.list for more info
[ warning ]: minho being annoying [yes this is a warning] and mc being a bit mean to him, explicit sexual scene [ includes switch dynamics, semi-protected sex, hand job and fingering, oral (f receiving), spanking, come play, name calling such as doll, baby, whore]
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[ note ]: Hey my darlings. I apologise for the long wait. Life has been very busy for me. Thank you for being so patient and supportive, I appreciate you guys sooo much. This blog has become my little safe space and I'm so happy you guys enjoy the little fics I put out there. Unfortunately, this is the last part of the series but you can look forward to Hyunjin's spin off soon!! If you liked this episode too, I'd be very grateful about any kind reblog, comment, ask or DM!! Also, make sure to read The Experience Project, my other series that is part of the same universe!! Lots of love, Cece 🩷
Your heart stops. Minho keeps staring at your boyfriend as if it’s only a matter of time that he will wrap his hands around the younger one’s throat.
“Min… leave it,” you say, trying to get between the two but your brother doesn’t listen.
“No, I will not. He broke our agreement.” Suddenly, he turns around, facing you instead. “Did he touch you?”
“Yes,” you say with a stern look on your face. “I don’t know what your stupid issue is, Minho.”
When you turn around to catch a quick glimpse of your boyfriend, you find the spot where he was just standing empty. Did he… did he leave? Did he just chicken out?
“Ji?” You ask, your eyes hovering through the room. “Ji, where did you go?”
You walk around, trying to find him before a hand wraps around your wrist. “You’ll stay here. Talk to me. What the fuck is this? You lie to me, the both of you, meeting each other behind my back?” your brother spits. “You can’t be with him.”
“Why the fuck not? I’m an adult, I’m my own fucking person and I won’t live the way that you would prefer it. You don’t have a word in this,” you counter.
Minho scoffs, “I sure do. He’s my best friend and you’re my little sister who has zero experience and runs into the arms of the first guy she finds.”
Your mouth falls agape. You don’t know if your brother has had too much alcohol or if he’s still mad at you for being friends with Hyunjin, but this is going too far.
“You don’t know me, Min,” you say, getting closer to him. “You don’t get to judge me or him or whatever is between us?”
Minho gulps, feeling you stare a hole in his skull with the piercing gaze you shoot at him. He just wants to protect you. “I’m not judging you, Y/N. I’m just worried. Jisung is not… not boyfriend material, to phrase it in your language.”
“In my language?” You’re literally two years younger. “The language of a little sister that doesn’t go out and stays at home all day and night because her older brother pushes some agenda on her? Do you really believe I’m so naïve? What has gotten into you? Since when have you been behaving this way?” You tilt your head, clenching your jaw, “Also, why the fuck do you talk about your best friend like this?”
This is another part that you don’t get. Why is he speaking so badly about the guy he calls his longest friend?
“Jisung… Jisung is a great person, no doubt. But not for a girl like you,” your brother explains, shaking his head.
“Woman, I’m a woman,” you insist.
Something sparks in his eyes then, at least you believe so. You truly don’t get it. Sure, Minho has always been a bit more on the protective side but he’s never behaved like this in all these years. Where is this coming from?
“Yes, sorry… what I’m trying to say is… he’s not a good influence for you. He’s a stoner and makes most of his money dealing drugs, he’s irresponsible, chaotic,” he adds.
“He’s the man that I love,” you confess.
“Love?”
Oh. Minho thought this wasn’t anything serious.
“Yes, Minho. You’re not the only one in this family who’s allowed to be happy. Look,” you say, reaching for your pocket, “he loves me so much, he even got me a star from the sky.”
Minho grabs the comet, reading the little sign attached to it. “He steals museum’s property?!”
“It’s from the souvenir store,” you say, rolling your eyes.
“It’s not, Y/N. I used to work there part time and remember this certain comet being part of the exhibition,” your brother explains.
“Oh, well, I don’t fucking care,” you spit, ripping the comet out of his hand before you place it back into your pocket.
“But I do and I’m sorry but I can’t tolerate this, I can’t let this happen.”
Why is he… like this? The world doesn’t make any sense anymore. You hate that Minho always has to be so fucking stubborn. Just because of a dumb agreement they must made almost ten years ago. This whole thing is literally not about him.
You scoff, “It doesn’t matter what you think or want, Minho, because, surprise, you’re not even my real brother.”
“What?”
Despite the fact that you’re not from the same parents, you’ve always called Minho your brother. Even when others referred to you as step siblings, you made sure to tell them that blood isn’t what makes you family.
Tears are pricking on his lower lash line but you don’t have any empathy right now. Not after he caused such a fucking scene and has been belittling you with no end. It cuts deep, yes, but Minho’s anger has transferred to you, successfully.
He knows he shouldn’t leave you here on your own. But the fact that you storm away, running upstairs to the nearest bathroom, doesn’t give him a choice. Minho knows you well enough to figure out that you’re furious because he’s been an absolute dickhead to you. Perhaps, if he sends someone else, it’ll be easier to comfort you.
Luckily, the bathroom you find is empty and you immediately enter it. Fuck. You look like a mess. You totally forgot that you stormed out of Seojun’s bedroom only a few minutes ago, right after Jisung railed you into oblivion.
You adjust your hair a little and wash your face, until you hear a knock at the door. For fuck’s sake, can’t you have a minute to yourself?
“Hey, are you okay in there?” You hear a familiar female voice. “Can I come in, Y/N?”
It’s your brother’s girlfriend. You haven’t talked much to her yet but she’s made a good impression—apart from dating Minho—so you allow her entrance.
“Sure… door is unlocked,” you tell her.
She enters a second later, seeing your fragile figure standing in front of the huge bathroom mirror, while you’re staring at your own reflection.
“Hey, I’m sorry he’s behaving like this,” your brother’s girlfriend says.
You shrug your shoulders and scoff, looking at her through the mirror, “What a great catch you made, huh?”
She can’t help but giggle, knowing you’re right. Minho’s partner doesn’t understand why he’s behaving this way—there must be some hidden feelings that got triggered with whatever happened tonight. Perhaps, it’s connected to Hyunjin. Maybe, Minho is just being a stubborn idiot. Possibly, he’s afraid to lose both Jisung and you. Who knows.
“I don’t get it either, to be honest. He’s never acted this way. He’s absolutely overreacting,” she says.
“More than that,” you say.
You suddenly hear her rummaging through her purse, before she hands you and object. “Here, I have makeup wipes with me. You can use them.”
You grab them, “Thank you. You’re really too good for my brother.”
“I’m sure he’ll come to his senses again. Men are just too dumb to handle their feelings sometimes,” she reminds you.
“Oh, yes.” You wipe the mess on your face away—the eyeliner is still sitting perfectly but some of your mascara has made it under your eyes. Probably not only from the fight but also because of what you did with Jisung in Soejun’s room. “Fuck,” you suddenly say, when you get reminded of something.
“What is it?”
“This is embarrassing… but I have a different issue. So, when Seojun—my ex that went on stage—right before that, he… uhm… found us in his room… doing… you know,” you awkwardly stammer.
“Oh, God,” your brother’s girlfriend says.
“Yeah… well, uhm, my underwear is ruined. But I know that Hannah always carries emergency clothes with her but I’m not sure where she is right now,” you continue, turning around before you walk towards the door.
“I can find her… or, wait, I have a fresh pair with me, too.”
Minho’s girlfriends opens her purse again and hands you a piece of fabric. She’s truly an angel, isn’t she?
“Thank you so much,” you say.
“Not for that. You’re really kind. And super pretty by the way, I love your style,” she compliments you.
You gasp, “I love yours too! The little fruit details are adorable.”
“I have something for you,” she says again, reaching into her purse.
You’re confused. What’s she about to do?
“Here you are. I accidentally bought two pairs. You can have them,” she replies, handing you a pair of earrings.
This is so random but you love them. The little pendants are shimmering in the dim bathroom light and you swear the red colour is the exact same shade as the lingerie you’ve worn in all those pics you sent to your boyfriend when you were still only chatting on Discord.
“Thank you so much. I love cherries,” you tell her. You put the earrings in, admiring their beauty in the mirror.
“They suit you very well,” Minho’s girlfriend says.
You get interrupted when another knock can be heard from the other side of the door.
“Y/N? Are you in there?”
Oh, it’s your boyfriend that cowardly just disappeared when Minho’s anger filled the whole room downstairs. You don’t blame him, although you would have wished he defended you more.
“Come in, Ji,” you say.
He enters the bathroom, giving you and the other girl a small smile. “Hey, I’m sorry for disappearing. Did Minho leave?”
You’re sad about the fact that your boyfriend just left you standing there, having to deal with Minho on your own. Perhaps, you wouldn’t have said what you said to him if Jisung was with you.
“I’m not sure. I… I said something very mean to him,” you confess.
Jisung chuckles, “Can’t be meaner than how he’s been treating our relationship.”
“I told him that he’s not even my real brother…” you sigh.
“Ouch,” your boyfriend lets out.
“He deserved that, not gonna lie,” you hear your brother’s girlfriend speak.
“I thought he’s your boyfriend? You sound more like a hater,” Jisung approaches his friend, raising one of his eyebrows. While they keep talking, you change into the fresh underwear.
“I love Minho, don’t get me wrong. But the way he’s been behaving tonight shouldn’t be tolerated. And I’ll let him know about that,” she promises.
Oh, damn. You really like her. You should have become friends with her so much sooner. And you realise that you would have if you went on that camping trip back then.
Suddenly, your boyfriend is standing right next to you, his puppy eyes looking at you. “I’m sorry for running away, baby.”
You can’t be mad at him. Not when he stares at you like this. And apart from that, you totally get it. “It’s okay… I was afraid he would seriously hurt you, Jisung.”
“I… anxiety took over me. Like it did that day for you in the hotel,” he explains.
You get it. You completely understand it. That’s why you won’t be angry with him for chickening out.
“I completely understand,” you say. Your hand wanders towards his face, softly stroking his squishy cheek.
“I just want you to know that I’ll keep fighting for you. Forever. Because I love you, Y/N,” he confesses. Jisung throws his arms around your waist, pulling you closer.
“I love you too,” you say with a smile on your face, before you place your lips on his, sealing them with the softest kiss that earth has ever witnessed.
Jisung and you are long gone, when your brother’s girlfriend gets back to the main room downstairs to look for Minho. She can’t let him believe that he’s in the right, especially now that she’s talked to you and seen you and her friend be all lovey-dovey.
She knows that Minho’s main issue is the fact that he believes that your relationship isn’t anything serious. Her boyfriend thinks that Jisung is just playing with you—wherever the hell he’s got that idea from. Well, perhaps because Jisung has never been in a relationship before but he shouldn’t be blamed for his inexperience that’s only caused by the fact that he’s been waiting for the right person this whole time. You.
“Princess, hey. Where did you go? Everything alright?” Minho asks, when he sees her.
She nods, “Yeah, I’m fine. I talked to your sister and your best friend for a bit.”
Your brother’s eyes widen as he gulps, “O-Oh. And…?”
“I’m sorry about what she said to you.” His heart still hurts thinking about it although Minho knows you didn’t mean it. You’re just angry because of how stubborn he’s been acting. “But you have to understand her.”
He scoffs. Cool. Now his own girlfriend is against him as well. “Understand her? She’s been meeting my best friend behind my back for who knows how long while both of them have been lying to my face about it.”
Perhaps that’s the main issue here. Dishonesty. Something Minho can’t tolerate under any circumstance. It feels like pure disloyalty, when his best friend and his sister can’t tell him the truth. He’s just a scorpio after all.
“That makes sense,” she says. That changes perspectives a little. At least it helps her grasp why he’s been behaving this way.
“What?”
“Are you mad at them for being together or mad at them for lying?” she asks further.
“The latter. I think it’s the latter. I mean I’m super confused and I’ve had too many drinks. But… but… if they’re already lying now in the beginning how am I supposed to know they won’t turn their back against me?” he questions, and his girlfriend can see a few tears pricking on his lower lash line. She steps closer, softly grazing over his cheeks to swipe the droplets away that are running down his face.
“Do you think there’s a reason they haven’t been honest?”
“Yeah, obviously. Jisung and I have had this agreement that Y/N is off the table,” Minho admits.
“This just sounds like a huge vicious cycle, Min,” she says, giving him a soft smile. Oh, he’s deep in some shit he’s created on his own.
“It is. What am I supposed to do? Watch her get her heart broken by my best friend?” he asks.
His girlfriend sighs. “That’s why she doesn’t trust you. You just assume shit about them without having a proper talk. Do you remember how you told me in the beginning of our relationship that communication is the key? This counts for you and your sister and your best friend as well. Because of your stupid stubborn attitude, she hasn’t even told you about her ex,” his girlfriend explains, accidentally blurting out another secret.
“Ex?”
Minho has thought that you haven’t had any experience in the romance department until Jisung appeared. It turns out, he’s been wrong about this as well.
“Y/N dated that Seojun guy,” she explains.
Minho makes a face that shows his sincere disgust. “Yikes…”
She chuckles. “Yeah. And if you ask me, being one of Jisung’s closest friends, they are a perfect match. Everyone sees and says this. Get over yourself. I promise that them finally being together will be an upgrade in any way,” she keeps on rambling.
“I… I don’t even know why I’m so stubborn, princess. It’s… both of them mean so much to me and I’m just super afraid that… if they end things… that I will lose them both,” he finally confesses the obvious.
She’s proud of him for finally being honest with himself. Now he only needs to be honest to you and Jisung.
“This won’t happen, I promise, baby. But you need to communicate your fears with them. That’s the only way it’ll work. These two deserve to be as happy as we are. If you really love them, you’ll allow them to be happy,” she says.
Minho knows she’s right. That’s why he loves her so much.
“Maybe I should get some sleep. Talk to them in the morning. Apologise for everything and find a solution,” he adds.
“You should. You owe them a big apology, Min.”
“Yeah, I know. I’m a fucking idiot,” he says, chuckling.
“It’s okay. At least you’re willing to learn from your mistakes, hm?”
He gives a soft smile to his girlfriend. “Thank you for being honest with me.”
You wake up next to Jisung the next day, cuddled together under the warmth of is blanket. Everything could truly be straight out of a fairytale book, if there wasn’t a certain issue in the back of your head. Right. The stupid fight with your brother.
You’ve decided to ignore him until he comes to his senses but on the other hand you feel extremely bad for what you told him.
You’re not my real brother.
This must have stung a lot. In that moment you wanted it to hurt, as evil as it sounds. But you can’t keep living with him treating you like a child for literally no reason.
You let Jisung sleep a little longer, while you get ready for the day and prepare some breakfast. Once the scent of fresh pancakes is filling the studio apartment, your boyfriend wakes up on his own. You watch him throw a shirt over his head, covering his torso now before he takes the seat right next to you. Those slow mornings are all you need. It’s so peaceful, finally.
Until you hear a knock on the front door.
Jisung raises one of his eyebrows but gets up anyway, before he lets the intruder in.
“What are you doing here, Minho?” he asks.
“I’m… I’ve been unfair to the two of you. I… I brought food. Maybe you guys have some time to talk?”
You catch a glimpse of Jisung who nods. “Fine.”
Your brother sinks down on the empty chair and places the iced coffees and cupcakes he’s brought on the table.
“New jewellery?” he asks, taking a look at the cherries dangling from your ears.
“Gift from your girlfriend. Why are you here?”
“I’m sorry for being so awfully unfair to the both of you. I was really cruel and didn’t even allow the both of you to present to me your side of the story first,” he starts.
You scoff, your arms crossed in front of your chest. “What’s your side, even? Why are you so against it? We genuinely don’t understand.”
Your boyfriend doesn’t say much. Partly, he’s focused on the great food in front of him but secondly, he’s also trying to let you speak first.
“Jisung and I originally had this agreement. He… I’m sorry for confessing this for you, bro,” he looks at the other man for a second, “but my best friend has had a crush on you since he was like 13 years old. Perhaps, even before that.”
“Yeah, dude, way before that. This was just the time I finally managed to be honest about it,” he admits nonchalantly. Gosh, he’s so adorable. And the fact that he’s truly been in love with you all this time makes you fall even harder for him—if that’s possible at this point. You’ve never loved another human being this much.
Your brother continues, “I think I don’t have to explain that this would have been a disaster regarding the fact you were teens at that time. With how short-tempered the two of you are and used to be by a way more extreme level back then, you would have probably gotten into a fight and I would have been in the middle, forced to decide between my best friend and my sister.”
You get his point. But Minho is talking about a time that’s passed years ago. Jisung and you are in college now. You’re not teenagers anymore that make dumb decisions.
“You’re probably right, Min. But we’re adults now. So, what’s the issue this time?”
Basing his stubbornness on something that’s in the past would be absolutely unfair, wouldn’t it?
“I talked to my girlfriend last night. We evaluated everything. The main reason why I’ve been so against it is because—like you mentioned—I’m stubborn. For a very particular reason. You both lied to me. Right in my face,” Minho explains, as his jaw clenches.
Oh. You did, in fact, lie to him. When your brother asked you if there was something going on between Jisung and you.
Shit. You get it now. Holy fuck, he must feel awful. Not just you, his little sister, but also Jisung, his best friend, lied straight to his face when he approached you.
“Can you please be honest this time?” Minho sighs, leaning towards you. “Y/N, at Hyunjin’s party—did something happen between you and my best friend?”
It’s inevitable now. If you want to gain his trust again and make this work, you have to tell the truth. Even if it means admitting your faults.
“Yes. We made out in the closet,” you confess.
“So you lied to me?” your brother asks another time, sounding more like a father.
“I… I did, yeah. I’m sorry,” you apologise.
Minho nods and leans towards his best friend now. “Han, when I talked to you the following day after that party, you told me nothing is going on between you two.”
“I lied to you too. I was scared of the consequences. I’m sorry,” he says.
“Thank you for being honest this time, I’m sorry for turning this into such a huge drama,” your brother adds.
“It’s okay, I’m used to it. I’m friends with Hyunjin after all,” you grin.
The atmosphere shifts. It gets a little less tense. And when Minho softly strokes your arm for a second, you know that everything is alright again.
Your brother chuckles, “So, I know you guys are probably still testing out things and looking where this is going. But if I’m honest, I’d be very happy for you both if this between you two turns into something more serious.”
Wait—what?
“Huh? What do you mean?”
“Yeah, I know. You’re probably just seeing each other for reasons that I don’t want to visualise in my head because—yikes. But if the two of you are together, I’d appreciate it to be something that has potential to stay this way forever,” Minho explains further.
Jisung looks at him dumbfounded. Dear God, he’s got this all wrong. Did he really believe his best friend was just playing with you all this time?
“Minho… bro. That’s literally what it is. Y/N is my girlfriend,” he emphasises. It still sounds so lovely when this word spills from his pretty lips.
“Girlfriend?”
“Minho, I love her. Not in a sexual ‘I-jerk-off-to-her’ way but in a ‘I-write-about-her-in-my-diary’ way. This has always been serious.”
Minho tries his best to push those images out of his head. While he imitates a gesture similar to gagging. But he’s relieved. So relieved.
“He’s the guy I’ve been chatting on Discord with. We didn’t know. Perhaps it was the universe trying to tell us something,” you tell him with a soft smile, while your hand reaches for Jisung’s, squeezing it a little. There are stars in your eyes—resembling the comet that your boyfriend stole for you from the museum—whenever you look at him.
“You guys are so cheesy,” Minho interrupts you, nudging Jisung’s shoulder.
“That’s true love, bro,” he counters.
“So, you’re telling me, this whole time it’s been serious from the beginning? And how dumb can you be to not catch up on the fact you’ve been chatting with each other—wait, how has no one in this stupid friend group caught up on it?! We’re such losers,” your brother sums everything up perfectly.
“Total losers. But losers that all deserve a happy ending,” you say.
“I’m sorry for the pain I caused. You had every right to offend me the way you did last night, Y/N. But I still hope you didn’t mean it,” your brother suddenly admits, making the conversation a bit serious again.
You’re sorry. So deeply sorry you hurt him this way. You’ve never wanted it to go this far.
“I'm sorry about my words and for hurting you. I didn’t mean it,” you reassure him. “You’re my brother, Minho. My real one. I don’t care if we share the same blood or not. I’ve realised now that all you’ve done was always to protect both me and Jisung. Even though you overreacted and should learn how to communicate.”
“I should. And now we can go back to me making fun of the two of you and I can finally say that I’ve told you so,” he teases.
“I hate you.”
“I love you too. The both of you,” Minho says.
For fuck’s sake. This is the third time you’re trying to fix your hair but nothing seems to work. Having a bad hair day right before your first official date with your boyfriend is end-level horrendous.
“So, Y/N, you’ve been quiet for too long. Tell us everything,” Yuna finally snaps. Your three friends are all with you, watching you get ready in your room while Hannah tries to help you with your hair. Without any success.
“Guys, I’m in a rush,” you say. A bobby pin is pressed between your lips before you guide it towards your head.
"And why’s that?” Lily asks, wiggling her eyebrows. They all want to torture you as it seems.
“Our girlie is meeting Jisung for a date,” Hannah sings, her words sounding like a little melody.
“A date with your boyfriend?” Yuna asks, pretending to be shocked.
“Is he really your boyfriend, Y/N?” Hannah teases you.
Cool. They’ve all gathered up here to make it their number one mission to annoy you.
“Yes, he is,” you sigh, rolling your eyes. “Are you satisfied now?”
“What’s with the dude from Discord?” Lily asks.
You’re not sure if Lily is playing with you but when you slightly turn around she seems clueless. Has she not figured it out yet? Well, at least this makes you feel a little less dumb about the fact it took you so long to connect the dots.
You glance at your friend. “He is the dude from Discord.”
“Did you lie to us this whole time?” she asks further.
“No, I swear. I wasn’t aware. We texted on the platform without knowing it was us,” you explain before turning around again and bringing your attention to your stupid hair that isn’t doing what you want.
Yuna scoots a bit closer, “By the way, how did you find out? When you met him?”
“No. I counted two and two together. But I think he noticed first. I should have been a bit more careful with taking nudes while wearing the same necklace I always wear,” you reply.
“This is like straight out of a romance book,” Hannah squeaks.
“What happened to you hating each other?”
Your best friend scoffs, turning towards the other one, “Seriously, Lily? They’ve never hated each other. It was so obvious for everyone. Except for Jisung and Y/N themselves. And Lily, apparently.”
“He’s treating you right, isn’t he?” Yuna interrupts the conversation. Although it rather feels like an interrogation at this point.
“He’s the best I’ve ever had,” you say with a smile, looking at your reflection in the mirror.
“Well, statistically speaking this isn’t quite convincing,” Yuna adds, shrugging her shoulders.
“No issues with Minho?” Hannah adds.
You shake your head, “We solved everything.”
“Seojun?”
“Who the fuck cares about Seojun?” Lily asks.
“For real. He made a total fool out of himself. Someone filmed the whole scene and it went viral online,” Yuna informs you, almost bursting out into laughter.
You smirk. “Karma, I guess.”
Hannah and you finally manage to finish the hairstyle and when you get up, you spray a bit of perfume on your skin, before doing a little swirl in front of the mirror,
“How do I look?”
“Like a real life princess, Y/N,” Hannah says, admiring you.
“Seriously, you look like Princess Camille from the new fairytale book,” Lily adds, staring at your black dress that has slight green accents on it. It’s rare that you wear so much colour.
“The what now?” you ask, turning around.
“A book I read, I told you—ugh, forget it, never mind. Hyunjin recommended it,” she says.
“Random.”
Yuna takes a few steps towards you, “You’re astonishing, Y/N.”
“So beautiful. If you don’t come home with a ring on your finger, I’m gonna scold Jisung,” Hannah jokes.
“Chill, it’s our real first date as an official couple and no secret couple anymore,” you tell her.
“What are you doing?”
“It’s gonna be a surprise,” you say, smiling.
You’re really looking forward to it although you have no idea what to expect. Usually, you’re anything but a spontaneous person. But the trust you have in Jisung makes this more than exciting.
“When’s he gonna be here?” Yuna asks
Knock knock.
“Now,” you announce, your eyes widening.
Quickly, all four of you hurry to the front door of your apartment. You open it, finding a brightly smiling Jisung behind it with a bouquet of flowers in his hands. He gives them to you and you thank him, feeling the presence of your friends right behind you. You’re sure, they’re basically freaking out, witnessing such a romantic scene.
“Hey, doll,” he greets you, placing a soft kiss on your cheek.
“Gosh, he calls her doll,” Lily squeaks.
“We… have a fan club,” you inform him.
“I see. Are you guys okay with me taking Y/N away from you tonight? I’ll bring her back all safe,” your boyfriends asks the group.
“Have fun, babies,” Hannah says, basically close to tears.
“Take care, have lots of fun!” Yuna adds.
Lily carries the brightest smile on her face, “Take some cute couple pics, you two.”
You say goodbye to your friends, before Jisung and you walk down the stairs of your apartment building.
He chuckles, “Have they always been like this?”
“Yeah. I think they’re just happy for me, for us.”
He intertwines his fingers with your own, as he guides you out the building.
“They’re great friends, Y/N. I’m glad you have them.”
You catch a glimpse of your boyfriend. He looks even prettier today. If that’s possible.
“Me too.” You suddenly press your lips against his, aligning them in a sweet but short kiss. “So, where are you taking us?”
“You’ll see. Luckily, the weather is perfect for what I have planned. I actually wanted to do this with you that day we met at the hotel. But we had other important things to do,” he tells you, still being all secretive about his plans with you but you’re okay with it.
“Yeah,” you giggle.
You can’t believe what your eyes are witnessing. This is the most scenic place you’ve ever been to. It truly feels like straight out of your dreams.
“Jisung, this is so fucking beautiful in here. How did you even come up with the idea?”
Your boyfriend chuckles, his hand locked with yours. “Well, your Discord name inspired me. And the fact that they’re your favourite animals, baby.”
You look around, having trouble taking in all of the pretty butterflies that are roaming around in the air. You’ve never seen such beauty before. So many different types of them.
“They are. Oh my god. There are so many. All of them are so astonishing. I never wanna leave,” you say, turning around, looking at all directions like a little child. Jisung actually brought you to a butterfly garden. This is amazing.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying it so much, there’s nothing better in this world than seeing you smile like this. Especially if I’m kind of the reason for it,” your boyfriend tells you while he’s busy admiring you instead of the butterflies.
You turn around, throwing your arms around his neck. “I love you, Jisung.”
He smiles, “I love you too.”
“This is seriously the best date I’ve ever been on. Not that I’ve been on many, but it’ll be hard for your future-self to outdo this one,” you announce.
Jisung grins, “I’m sure I’ll find a hundred more things just as great as this one.”
You probably spend another hour here. The place is big and you’re excited about everything you’re seeing—not only the butterflies but also all the plants and flowers around. Jisung keeps taking pictures of you alone and together with him, knowing you will post them later on Instagram.
You’re glad that everything worked out in the end. Not only with Jisung, but also regarding your brother and your friends being supportive. If you told Y/N from a few months ago that she would be dating her longtime enemy and academic rival, you definitely wouldn’t believe her. But in retrospect, more because you’ve always wanted it to be this way. The feelings have been here for too long in order to deny them.
Taking a few steps, you get back to where your boyfriend is standing, busy taking cute photos of you. “What’s next on the to-do list?”
He smirks. Oh, you know what that means. “First, Dinner. And then you. Underneath me. My head between your legs and my tongue tasting your pretty cunt.”
You gasp. “Ji, we’re in public.”
“Has this ever stopped you before?” he whispers right into your ears.
Well, you’re defeated. “Fair point. But we can’t—not here.”
“Yeah, of course not. So, are you ready to leave?”
“I know I’ve said this a hundred times and I’ll say it another thousand times but you look so fucking beautiful tonight, baby.”
You’ve been making out with your partner for what feels like eternity now. Jisung has gotten rid of his own shirt and your dress, catching another glimpse of your beautiful body.
“Don’t make me flustered,” you chuckle, before your lips are attached to his neck, drawing a pretty pattern on his soft skin. He squirms and a moan slips out of his mouth. He’s so easy, it’s entertaining.
“Oh, I absolutely will. You deserve to hear it, you deserve the whole world.”
Your brain can’t wrap around how this version of him can be real. How Han Jisung can be real, for your sanity’s sake. He’s like straight out of a romance book. You’ve never thought men like him still exist, as pessimistic as it sounds.
But the way your boyfriend has been making you feel, goes beyond every border of your imagination.
You continue kissing his neck, as you travel down to his collarbones with your lips. He makes the sweetest little sounds for you, letting you have your way with him.
Until an idea strikes his mind. “Wait, tonight I wanna make love to you, doll.”
You chuckle, “Ji, I’ve never known you’ve been such a romantic all along.”
“Everything for my love,” he replies with a wink.
He suddenly guides you to his bed, as he watches you lie down on your back. Crawling towards you, he’s the one to place the sweetest little kisses on your exposed cleavage, after he helped you out of your bra, too.
Your heart melts. You’re absolutely losing your mind under his touch, when he stares at you like this, eyes filled with the utmost level of lust and love combined. You never want this dream-come-true to end.
His hand wanders between your thighs, cautiously moving over your covered pussy, just to find the fabric of your underwear all drenched and soaked. This is a new level, even for you. He helps you out of it, not wanting to waste any time. Perhaps, tonight is going a little fast but you know you can just do this over again. And again. And again. Until the end of your lives.
The ruined material gets thrown on the pile of clothes that’s located somewhere on the floor.
“Fuck—why are you so wet already, doll?” Jisung asks, admiring your body.
“Tsk, because I love you,” you giggle, parting your legs wider for him. One of your hands slips between them, wandering over your mound. You make sure to keep your eyes fixated on Jisung, watching him slowly lose his last piece of sanity, when you spread your pussy lips and find your clit with two of your fingers.
“Enough playing around, doll. You’ve teased me for too long,” he announces, adjusting his posture.
“Then do something about it, Ji. Don’t just watch. Make me come,” you tell him.
He chuckles, “Oh, I sure will. Over and over again until you regret what you just said.”
That’s the announcement he makes, right before diving in. His head is buried between your thighs, when kisses erupt on your lower stomach and wander towards your pussy. Two fingers come into play, as he starts circling them around your clit until his tongue is ready to take the lead.
You’re in heaven or at least that’s what you’ve been imagining it to be like. He can’t be real. This can’t be real. He’s making you feel so good, you’ve lost all the words in every language you speak.
Jisung watches you absolutely lose your mind underneath him, chuckling against your wetness at the thought of it. He expertly keeps making out with your sensitive bud, his tongue pressed flat against it just like he promised back at the butterfly garden. But now you’re the centre of his full attention and he’ll do everything to make you squirm underneath him.
Two of his fingers slip inside your hole with no warning or trouble, already used to the feeling of having him stretch you out like this. Your boyfriend is scissoring you open, preparing you for what he’s got planned with you tonight.
“You deserve to be loved with all my heart. And you deserve to be fucked until you can’t walk anymore,” he casually just drop between licks, making it his destiny to destroy you as it seems.
And it’s enough to bring you closer to your sweet climax. Jisung continues his movements, his tongue devouring you like a five-star-meal, while his digits keep spreading you, fucking into you at an insane speed.
Sooner than you’re able to grasp it, you’re coming all over his fingers and face, drenching his tongue and lips in your juices. You watch Jisung lick his digits and mouth clean, keeping his gaze fixated on you. Fuck, this man is gonna be the death of you.
Your boyfriend starts palming his bulge through his sweatpants, before you take the lead and cup his growing erection. Your lower lip gets caught between your teeth, as you look up at him, continuing the movements. He lets out a grunt, placing his hand on top of yours to squeeze himself harder.
“I want to give you everything too, Jisung. All my love and the best orgasms you’ll ever have,” you promise with a wink.
He chuckles, “Y/N, I’ve never known you’re such a romantic.”
“Everything for my love,” you reply, before you slowly pull down his pants and boxers in one go. You admire the scene of his hard cock springing free for you, the tip leaking pre-come.
Taking your time, you wrap your fingers around the shaft, opting for the slowest movements earth has ever witnessed, when you start stroking him.
“Come on, baby, hurry up,” he encourages you.
“But I love teasing you a little too much,” you grin.
He rolls his eyes, still letting you do what you’re doing, when he says. “You’re such a brat. Where’s this coming from, hm?”
You click your tongue, “You’re going to keep complaining about my attitude or finally fuck it out of me?”
That’s it, he’s had enough. Jisung reaches for your hand and guides it away from his dick. His fingers wander under your chin, tilting your head up so you’re looking at him.
“Turn around,” he says, his voice dropping low.
“Oh, there he is,” you smirk.
“I said, turn around.”
You follow suit, knowing it’s best to not provoke him further although you’d love to see the outturn of it. Almost falling on your stomach, you get on all fours and spread your legs for your boyfriend.
Jisung positions himself right behind you, spanking your ass one or two times, just to force a pathetic little moan out of your throat.
“You’ve been such a softie and romantic back at the butterfly garden. But I always enjoy this version of you too, Sungie,” you confess.
He chuckles, guiding the tip of his cock over your entrance, circling around your hole to get back at you for teasing him.
“Hm, you can be sure I’ll always treat you like a princess in public.” Jisung pushes his cock into you, as your wet walls immediately suck him in. “And fuck you like a whore when it’s just the two of us.”
“Oh—fuck,” you scream.
“There she is,” he coos. “You satisfied now?”
“Not entirely, just fucking move, Ji,” you tell him.
Slap.
The palm of his hand collides with your ass cheek.
“You’re such a brat,” he grunts, when he finally starts thrusting into you. And God, the feeling immediately takes over you. He just knows how to use his dick. You wish, the two of you would have done this so much sooner.
“But you loooove me anyway,” he giggles.
His hands have a firm grip on your hips, fingertips digging into the flesh, as he rails into you from behind. The sound of skin slapping against skin is filling the room.
He’s so good to you, you can’t believe it. Still, you kind of want to tease him a little or perhaps give back what he’s granting you. Jisung and you love to switch positions while fucking, so he won’t be surprised about your proposition.
“Let me do this, Ji,” you say.
He immediately follows suit like a puppy. This man is so predictable.
Your boyfriend slips out of you and watches you turn around, before you tell him to get into a more comfortable position. Jisung sits down, his back against the headboard, before you crawl into his lap.
Now straddling his thighs, you reach for his length, pumping it a few times. He slips back into you without any trouble, when you sink down on him.
“Go on, baby.” Jisung loves having you in this position. This way, he can watch your pretty tits bounce up and down while you’re falling apart on top of him. “Oh—fuck.”
“There he is. You satisfied now?” you tease him.
Jisung places his hands on your boobs, massaging them, while he’s trying to not blow his load into you. He’s close. Dangerously close.
“Absolutely, just use me, doll. Use my cock and make yourself come on it.”
You lean toward, placing a sweet kiss on his lips. “I love how desperate and pathetic you get, baby.”
“Only for you. Yes, fuck, just like that, darling,” he moans, starting to pound into you from below.
You’re both a complete mess—screaming, grunting and moaning so loud, the walls in his studio apartment must be shaking at this point. But you don’t care. You just want to be close to him and reach your relief once more.
“Let me do this again,” your boyfriend announces, as he hovers you up. He places you on your back, before he thrusts into you. “You’re gonna look into my eyes when you come around my cock. You get this?”
Oh, you went to heaven. You absolutely did.
“Yes, Ji,” is all that makes it past your lips.
“Good girl.”
He really wants you dead, huh?
“You’re so fucking good at this, life is still so fucking unfair,” you moan.
Jisung chuckles, when he gets the reference to your first time together back in the hotel. Nothing has changed much within these weeks except for the growing trust and love between the two of you.
“Come on, doll. I know you’re close. Come for me.”
And that’s what you do. As if he’s flipped a switch on you, you feel your walls tightening around him, as your legs start shaking. The sensation washes over you, gaining control over your full body, when you reach your climax for the second time this night.
It doesn’t take Jisung that much longer, you can tell from how sloppy his movements are becoming, that he must be close too. So, you’re being the great girlfriend that you are, when you encourage him with your words, “Come inside me, Ji. I want all of you.”
That’s all it takes for him to fall apart, as he trips over the edge. Hot spurts of his release are shooting right into your cunt, as he keeps filling you up to the brim.
“You’re gonna take all of it then, doll. All of me,” he struggles to let out, while his orgasm takes over him.
Once Jisung has come somewhat back to his senses, he guardedly slips his softening dick out of your hole, watching the droplets of your mixture of fluids run out of you. Before they have a chance to hit the mattress, his fingers go right there, scooping some of them up and pushing them right back into your aching cunt.
You’re overstimulated, but that’s what he’s promised after you’ve been teasing him the whole night. His thumb finds your clit again, drawing soothing circles on it.
“One more, baby, yeah? You can do this,” he whispers.
It doesn’t take you long, a minute later you’re clenching around his fingers again, coming for a third time this night. The liquids spill out of you, making a mess on the bed.
Jisung is fast to rush to his bathroom, coming back with a warm towel and a glass of water. You allow him to take care of you this night and all the nights that will follow.
— One year later —
“I can’t believe Hyunjin is making us meet him on our anniversary,” Jisung grunts, adjusting his button up shirt while staring at himself in the mirror.
You approach him, helping him get ready. After everything looks great, you throw your arms around his neck and say, “Baby, it’s fine. It’s just for lunch. We can spend the rest of the day together after this.”
He smiles, “Hm, and all the days after since that idiot leaves us for Paris again.”
“Aww, are you gonna miss him?” you tease your boyfriend.
“Perhaps, but I would never admit that,” he whispers, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.
You giggle, “I'm sure he’ll miss you too. All of us.”
“I’m happy he gets the chance. A job offer from Miroh Productions is insane!”
“It definitely is! Especially that he’s gonna play Prince Claude,” you add.
You’re truly happy for your friend Hyunjin. After all, he’s been through a rough heartbreak last year—which was entirely his own fault but still—when the girl of his dreams decided to date your brother instead. God, that girl has a bad taste in men but she’s become an important part of your female friend group during the past years. Of course, her best friend Areum has to be at her side at all times too—Minho’s ex—but you’ve grown out of your initial disliking. She seems to be truly kind.
So, seeing one of your other close friends finally fulfill his dreams of moving to Paris after graduating and working his ass off in a full time office job for a year makes you happy. You can’t believe he actually got a role in playing Prince Claude in the movie adaptation of one of your favourite books (thanks to Lily’s recommendation).
Which means celebrating with him one last time even if it’s just a quick lunch is very much needed. You’ll miss him.
“Maybe he’ll find his Princess Camille along the way. God, I love those books,” you say. Maybe he’ll catch feelings for the actress who will portray the princess of the story. You’ll see.
“I sure hope so. That dude is ready to settle. But finding someone that can live up to his expectations and wild history regarding women… seems pretty complicated,” Jisung chuckles.
You shrug your shoulders. “He’s gonna figure it out. Just like we did.”
“Exactly. Just like we did, doll,” your boyfriend says.
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Screen Identity: Mismatched Passion | EP. 6 — PIERIS NAPI
— contains adult content, minors do not interact 🔞 —
“You’re insane, Jisung, I love you so much.”
He stares at you in disbelief. His mouth falls agape.
“What… what did you just say?”
[ abstract ]: After a rough break up during semester break, you’re put in a class with none other than your longtime academic rival Han Jisung once university starts again. Things don’t get any easier considering he’s your older brother’s best friend and destiny decides to assign you two to a partner project. Luckily, you can distract yourself a little by chatting with the mysterious guy you met online a couple of months ago, getting closer both emotionally and physically with him, absolutely unaware he might be nearer than you would expect…
[ general ]: jisung + fem reader, gamer + stoner jisung, gamer reader, academic rivals/enemies → lovers, brother’s best friend, minho is reader’s slightly older brother, college au, smut + angst + fluff, accidental online dating, inexperienced jisung + inexperienced reader [ real life ] vs simp jisung + brat reader [ online ] so they act a lot differently while chatting, please refer to series m.list for more info
[ warning ]: alcohol consumption, gaslighting, slut shaming and toxic behaviour [ ex partner ], explicit sexual scene [ includes switch dynamics, consensual sex while being tipsy, semi-protected sex, hand job and fingering, hair pulling, spanking, name calling such as doll, baby, slut ]
[ words ]: 6.1K
[ note ]: Hey everyone!! Another Saturday means another chapter from your girlie. Thank you once again for the INSANE feedback. You guys are amazing, I hope you will enjoy this part. If you liked this episode too, I'd be very grateful about any kind reblog, comment, ask or DM!! Also, make sure to read The Experience Project, my other series that is part of the same universe!! Lots of love, Cece 🩷
“Good morning, baby,” Jisung says, as soon as you open your eyes. He’s lying next to you, his arm slung around your hips, pulling you towards him. You can’t believe you’ve got this dream again, it almost feels like scam, considering how often this has happened in the past weeks.
But when the man next to you scoots nearer, placing a soft kiss on your forehead, it feels so oddly… real.
“I’m not… dreaming?”
Jisung chuckles, “You’re not, doll. We fell asleep last night.”
Right. You recall it now. You came here for working on your project, got high with him and then he fucked you again and again until your legs were sore. Well, they still are.
But then another memory pops up in your head. It’s not clear, not detailed. After all, you were half-awake but you remember Jisung getting up at night and searching for some snacks. You don’t blame him and you can’t be mad at him for disturbing your sleep when he lives in this cramped studio apartment, but you noticed him staring at your phone screen.
Perhaps, he didn’t find his own and was just checking the time. No need to get worried, right?
Jisung adds another sweet little kiss on your lips, before he gets up and says, “I’m gonna make some breakfast. And by that I mean ordering something.”
You chuckle, watching him walk to the couch where his phone is located. Okay. Then he must have just checked the time and didn’t find anything weird on–
Wait. Your phone—placed on the nightstand table—lights up at that second, showing you a notification from Yuna, asking when you would get home.
And right underneath it is.
Two unread messages from your ex.
Fuck, why did you unblock him again?
[ Seojun ]: Hi, Y/N. This is probably a bad idea and I know you don’t wanna hear anything from me. But I miss you. Like a lot. I regret breaking up with you. Do you think we could try again?
[ Seojun ]: I’ll be at Yeonjun’s party next Friday. Maybe we can meet there and talk a little? I’m sure you’ve missed me too, haven’t you? ❤️
What a fucking idiot. First, that guy has the empathy level of a dining table. Second, he made you feel bad for the sexual desires you have. Third, he probably cheated on you with the girl he told you not to worry about. Where does he even get the audacity from to contact you?
“Is everything alright?” Jisung asks, already knowing what you must have witnessed when he sees you staring at your phone screen.
“Y-Yeah, I’m fine. Just Yuna asking where I am—fuck, I totally forgot to tell her that I stayed over…”
“Did… did she know you were gonna go to my place?”
You nod, “Yeah. Told her we would work on the project.”
“And then you don’t come back,” he continues, “do you think she might have figured it–“
“No, I’m sure she didn’t.” Lily almost did, though. And you’re sure Hannah might as well. Depending on how well Chan can keep a secret. “No need to worry about anything.”
Jisung wonders why you don’t tell him about your ex texting you. He isn’t even aware if you know that the two know each other. Well, knowing is a bit far. He used to be Hyunjin’s best friend a long while ago—the three of them always hanging out together—until he destroyed their trust forever, probably making Hyunjin the way he is today. But that’s for another story.
What he does know is that Seojun doesn’t respect women. Or anyone. Probably not even himself. And Jisung wonders how he didn’t connect the dots sooner. Your ex is into inexperienced girls, that he tosses aside after taking their virginity. Just like Seojun has always done.
He dearly hopes you won’t fall for this again. Jisung prays that you will trust him and allow him to protect you in case that piece of shit tries anything.
“Y/N?”
You look up at him, “Yeah?”
But he’s too much of a coward to say what’s really on his mind. “You look beautiful.”
“You’re making me all flustered, Jisung,” you confess.
He crawls back into bed with you after he placed an order online.
“That was my plan, to be honest,” he adds, right before attaching his lips to yours.
“Is it… Soobin?” Lily asks.
Maybe ordering another round of soju was a mistake.
“I’ve already told you guys it’s not him. I would never,” you explain to them, rolling your eyes.
“Come on, he’s not as bad as Jisung,” Yuna says, nudging your shoulder.
“Y/N? Is it Jisung?” Lily questions. She almost managed to make your heart stop the other day when she proposed that same idea in the group chat.
“God, no. It’s not Jisung,” you lie.
You suddenly think back to the nights you’ve spent with him. It’s Thursday by now, but you didn’t really come home these days, only entering your apartment to grab some fresh clothes and your study supplies. Spending your days and nights at Jisung’s apartment is what you gladly signed up for—he helps you stay motivated for school, turning everything into a contest, while you either order food or cook a delicious meal together.
He’s been keeping you up at night, that’s for sure. Especially, after he found out that he’s the first one who has ever gone down on you. Jisung appreciates nothing more than having his face between your legs, making you come just from his tongue and fingers over and over again, until you’re ready for his dick.
Fucking hell. How are you supposed to focus on anything?
“But you would, wouldn’t you?” Yuna asks.
“Huh?”
“You would fuck Jisung, wouldn’t you?” your roommate repeats, a smirk on her face, as she down another shot of soju.
“Of course, she would,” Hannah interferes. “She’s been in love with him since her childhood, it’s ridiculous.”
“W-What? I’m not…”
“Remember when we got drunk a year ago and searched for our old diaries to read them out loud to each other?” your best friend asks, leaning towards you, as she throws her arm around your shoulder.
“I guess I got too drunk,” you say, sipping on your beverage.
“Nothing new,” Hannah replies. “Yeah, you mentioned Jisung there. Writing about how you fell in love with your brother’s best friend and all.”
God, this is embarrassing. But you’re too drunk to care.
“Minho would lose his mind,” Lily says, her hands placed over her mouth.
“Oh, he would. Believe me,” you confirm, rolling your eyes.
Yuna leans towards you, “Is this what’s holding you back?”
“No, she’s always said that she thinks it’s not reciprocated,” Hannah explains.
Cool, you’re totally getting exposed. But it was inevitable anyway, right? Just a matter of time.
“It totally is! Have you seen him look at you?” Lily encourages you.
“How was studying with him by the way? You were at his place, right? What is his apartment like?” Yuna asks.
“Cosy but small,” Lily suddenly says.
Jealousy erupts in your stomach and that’s exactly what your friend was anticipating with it. But you play it cool. “You’ve been at his place before?” Has something ever happened between these two?
“Chill, no need to get jealous, Y/N. He’s my dealer, duh,” Lily admits.
Oh, okay. That makes sense. Fuck. You definitely overreacted. Don’t be so suspicious.
“So… why don’t you just make a move on him at Yeonjun’s party?” Hannah suggests.
Lily throws her arms around, “Wait—speaking of party, haven’t you guys made out at Hyunjin’s party a week ago?”
“You did what?” your best friend asks, her mouth falling agape. She was already surprised about you kissing Chan—which she’s glad about was just for a bet—but you and Jisung? Shit, she should have turned this into a bet with Yuna and Lily too.
“We… we got locked inside the storage room during Truth or Dare,” you confess, avoiding eye contact with anyone at all cost.
Hannah pretends to be hurt, getting up from her seat.
“AND YOU DIDN’T TELL ME? You’re calling yourself my best friend, huh?”
Everyone in the pub is looking at your friend group, so you shush her back on her seat. Lily and Yuna do their best to not accidentally flip something off the table, when they start bursting out into laughter.
“I’m… I’m sorry. Minho almost found us so I had to lie to him and… escape,” you explain.
“But… how was it?”
You sigh, “Magical.” Your face lands on your hands that are placed on the table.
“Wait another time—what’s with the guy you’re dating? Has this happened at the same time?” Yuna suddenly questions.
You don’t reply.
“It’s okay, you don’t have to tell us who he is, yeah? Whenever you’re ready,” Hannah says, patting your shoulder. You know that she’s figured it out judging the soft smile she gives you. You nod, smiling back. “I’m just glad to know you’re safe and happy.”
Your best friend knows. You’re pretty damn sure she knows.
“Yeah, of course, Y/N, we didn’t wanna put pressure on you. We’re just insanely happy after all the shit you’ve been through with Seojun,” Lily adds.
You gulp.
“Is everything okay?” Yuna immediately asks.
“Seojun… he… he texted me last night,” you admit. This is a safe space.
You curse yourself for not telling Jisung. But you don’t want him to get insecure. After all, you’re pretty sure he’s read those messages anyway and realised that guy named Seojun must be your ex. You feel awful, yes. You will tell him soon, you promise that to yourself because he deserves nothing but the truth.
“How? Didn’t you block him?”
“I unblocked him a month ago when I… when I finally moved on.” When I fell in love with j.0ne. “He asked me to meet at Yeonjun’s party.”
“Of course, I won’t, I’m not stupid. Well, not anymore.”
Your friends start laughing along with you.
“What if he pulls some shady move on you? Threatens you? Kidnaps you?”
“Chill, Lily,” you try to calm her down. “He’s not a psycho, just a coward that can’t make women come. That’s why he goes after virgins, knowing they’re expectations are low as fuck. Including me.”
“He’s so… yikes,” Hannah adds.
“Despite that, I don’t have to worry, my boyfriend is gonna be there protecting me.”
Fuck.
Shit.
Did you really just say that out loud?
“Your boyfriend?”
Well, he is your boyfriend, isn’t he? You haven’t talked about it yet. At least not more than you discussed before. After all, you still have to figure out how to handle the whole Minho drama.
“Oh my God, she said it. He’s her boyfriend. The mysterious Discord guy is her boyfriend,” Lily cheers, clapping her hands and all the others join. The pub has gotten so crowded that no one seems to question it anyway.
“So, we will meet him on Friday?”
You sigh, “I guess so…”
“You can’t hide him any longer, Y/N,” Yuna teases you. “We need to meet him!”
“Fine.”
What the fuck have you done?
“It’s so fucking loud in here,” Lily says, screaming into your ear. Friday is finally around the corner. You’ve got a beverage chilling in one of your hands, while the other one is entangled with your friend’s hand. Lily guides you through the crowd, making sure to bring you two to a much quieter place. Well, quiet is relative here. But at least some space without the constant fear of having five different drinks downed on your outfit at once.
“Holy shit, I can’t believe Yeonjun is having such a huge party,” Yuna greets you, when she sees the two of you.
“Yeah, didn’t expect this either,” you reply.
You’re not really in the mood for this anyway. Your initial idea was to call off and stay at Jisung’s place instead, just like you’ve done for the past week. But it would have been too suspicious if both of you didn’t attend this event. Plus, your friends are waiting for you to introduce your significant other. Right.
“Where’s your prince, Y/N?” Hannah asks, when she joins you. “I’ve got a round of shots for everyone, though.” She places the little jars on the counter of the huge kitchen where you’re currently at.
“Did someone say shots?” your brother enters the room with his girlfriend next to him. Yes. They’re finally together. You’re still surprised why Felix’s roommate would voluntarily date your brother but all of us have their flaws, right?
She’s a kind girl. You’ve seen her a few times before and she seems nice. Plus, she’s got a cute style. Still, it feels kind of unfair that your brother gets to be lucky and happy while he tells you to not experience the same thing. Well, you’ve never listened to him anyway. But he doesn’t have to know that his little sister and his best friend have been meeting each other behind his back for more than just school work.
“Oh, you two are here too,” Yuna greets them.
“Yeah. Felix and Ji should be somewhere around here as well.”
Hannah’s gaze instantly connects with yours. You still haven’t talked to your best friend about this but you’re sure she must have counted two and two together by now. Hannah knows that Jisung is your boyfriend, right?
You give her a small smile for confirmation and she tries her best to hold back a giggle.
“There he is,” your brother announces, when he watches his best friend enter the kitchen. “You’re in for a round of shots, Ji?”
He looks at everyone dumbfounded, not expecting such a huge group to gather up here and certainly not you being included. “S-Sure.”
Jisung takes one of the glasses, before all of you hold your own up and down the drinks. It tastes like pure alcohol and you don’t even wanna know what Hannah prepared this time.
“Is your girl here, Han?” your brother asks and you can tell from this voice that he's already tipsy. But most of you are.
“Who?” your boyfriend says, trying to gain some time while not wanting to act suspicious.
“Bro, that girl you’ve been talking to.” Minho turns around to the group. “He’s been chatting with some mysterious woman on Discord, they met while playing Levanter and all.”
His girlfriend giggles, “She seems to be real after all. Although I’m still mad that she didn’t go camping with us. These two missed out on a lot.”
You’re trying to avoid eye contact with basically everyone. Until your roommate crosses your view. Yuna stares at you. She shoots daggers right through your skull.
Panic washes over your face and you shake your head at her, placing your index finger on your lips to tell her to shut up. She holds back a giggle but nods, letting you silently know that your secret is safe with her—especially when Minho is around.
“What are you two on about?” your brother suddenly asks, pointing at Yuna and then at you.
“Nothing,” you say, smiling.
“Just discussing what to drink next,” your roommate says and Minho believes her.
It’s a few hours into the party. Despite the drinks you’ve had, you don’t feel too much. Maybe your liver is getting used to it or the drinks are just low quality like the party itself. The music is shit, every corner of the house is occupied by couples kissing and touching each other.
Meanwhile, you’re unfortunately slowly turning into the overthinking type of drunk person. You blame it on your ex who announced to meet you here although you never accepted his offer. Therefore, you’re now trying to hide from him, running around in the building.
As if this isn’t enough, you’re still feeling bad about the fact that you haven’t told Jisung about these texts. Sure, he won’t recognise your ex since they don’t know each other—as far as you know—but it still feels like having a secret.
Finishing your current drink, you change course and decide to look for Jisung now. You’ve gotta tell him. And then maybe the two of you can get out of here. You know that he doesn’t enjoy those huge parties and crowds either and you would very much rather spend time in his bed with him, ordering takeout and watching some shitty movie.
God. You can’t believe this is your life now. It’s so domestic, all you’ve ever wanted. If you told the Y/N from a few weeks ago that she would be in a relationship with her longtime crush, she would never believe you.
Finally, you find the man in question, standing next to Felix and Changbin.
“Jisung,” you approach him. “Can I talk to you for a second?”
“Yeah, sure,” he says, almost reaching for your waist to pull you closer until he remembers you’re in public. “What’s going on?”
You guide him upstairs, searching for an actual quiet spot. The first few doors that you open either lead to bathrooms, storage spaces or some already occupied bedrooms. Yeah. Until you find an empty one that isn’t much decorated. Perhaps, whoever lives here just moved in.
“Tell me, doll. What’s going on, hm?”
Jisung and you sit down on the bed while you internally apologise to the owner of the room for sitting down with your outside clothes.
“I… I haven’t told you, but I saw you looking at my phone the other day when my ex texted me,” you decide to just lay the cards on the table.
Jisung’s eyes are widening, “I’m… I’m sorry, I—seriously, I wasn’t trying to be sneaky or–“
“What? No. That’s not what I meant,” you immediately tell him. “That’s fine, really. I didn’t want to make you insecure, there isn’t anything going on between him and me, it’s just… I immediately deleted those messages—after taking screenshots, so he can’t gaslight me, and to send them to Nabi, his new girlfriend. But–“
“What are you trying to say?” he asks, his eyes searching for any hints in your face. He’s confused. He already suspected that you somehow found out and maybe didn’t tell him because you thought he was jealous. Although there’s really no need. Seojun isn’t competing with your boyfriend on any level.
“I don’t even know… I just want you to know that I’m over him. I’ve only got eyes for you,” you confess.
His gaze softens, before a smirk erupts on his face. “Is that so?” he teases you.
“Yeah, Jisung. I hope I don’t run into him…”
Your boyfriend places his hands on your hips, pulling him towards you. A little kiss appears on your forehead. “I will protect you from him, I promise.”
“He’s not dangerous, Ji. He’s just an idiot,” you explain and he starts laughing.
“Same thing, in my opinion,” Jisung replies. “Y/N?”
“Yeah?”
“I’ve gotta confess something too,” he starts, already feeling his heartbeat quickening. He should have told you so much sooner.
“W-What is it?”
“I know Seojun. At least I think so, if it’s the same guy,” he admits.
“Kang Seojun?”
Oh, no. It’s him. Kang Seojun is Jisung’s and Hyunjin’s former friend and your shitty ex.
“Fucking hell, it’s really him,” he gasps.
“I… I don’t understand,” you reply, shaking your head.
“He used to be friends with Hyunjin and me… until he… until he played with the feelings of a girl that Hyunjin liked… It was back in our last year of high school, messy time and all. The girl wanted to take revenge on Seojun for using her and made a move on Hyunjin—not the nicest idea, but I understood her. However, our dear dramatic ferret stayed loyal despite falling in love with her and knowing she actually felt the same for him.”
You’ve never thought of Hyunjin as a ferret, although you see the similarities now.
“And then,” Jisung continues, “Seojun started talking shit about Hyunjin out of jealousy to every girl Hyunjin met, making him be portrayed as this fuckboy—although, sorry for the TMI, Hyune was still a virgin at that time. So, one thing led to another until our dear friend turned into exactly what people were making him ought to be.”
This is insane. So, you were just another innocent prey that he was searching for? Your stomach does an uncomfortable turn at the thought of it and you can’t even blame it on the alcohol. He’s probably the most disgusting person you’ve ever met and you suddenly feel so weird for trusting him that much back then. Hell, even believing you ever had feelings for that asshole is terrible.
At the same time, you feel bad for Hyunjin now. Sure, everyone is responsible for their own behaviour but you still feel for him if he was put in a situation like this. Hyunjin and you aren’t the closest friends, but after that talk in his bathroom last week, you realised there has to be more behind all that.
“Fucking hell. I’ve always known that guy had a soft spot,” you say about your Hyunjin.
“I don’t want to admit it, because we’re not really friends any more for different reasons, but you’re right,” Jisung agrees. You wonder what happened between them but that’s not the focus of this conversation now.
“That’s… that’s messy. But I’m not even surprised. Thank you for telling me this,” you say, smiling at him.
The room falls silent for a minute, when you place your head on his shoulder. The two of you just enjoy the moment, far away from any crowds or any Minhos and Seojuns that might destroy your little piece.
Suddenly, your boyfriend shifts in his seat.
“I’ve got something for you, a little gift,” he begins.
You look at him, “A gift?”
“Yeah, nothing out of this universe,” he jokes, knowing it’ll make sense soon. He reaches for the bag he’s brought with him, fishing a little present out of it. Jisung hands it to you.
You immediately notice how heavy it is.
“Unwrap it.”
You do as you’re told, freeing the gift from the packaging, until you’re holding a rock inside your hands.
“A star would have been too hot to grab—not as hot as you—so I got you a comet instead. Is that fine?”
He can’t be real. He can’t be for fucking real.
You gasp, turning the object around, until you see a little label attached to it with the letters Seoul National Science Museum. You won’t even question how he got that.
“Chill, it’s from the souvenir shop. I didn’t steal it.”
You feel tears pricking at your lower lash line. You’ve never expected him to actually remember this and do it.
“You’re insane, Jisung, fuck, I love you so much.”
He stares at you in disbelief. His mouth falls agape.
“What… what did you just say?”
“I’m… I’m in love with you. I said it. I love you, Han. I love you, j.0ne. I love you, Jisung. All of you.”
He kisses you passionately, almost making you drop down the comet. “I love you so fucking much too, Y/N. All of your personalities.”
You align your lips with him this time, smashing your mouth against his own.
He seriously got a star comet for you. He kept his word. This is insane. How can this man be real? And why the hell has he been hiding behind this shell for all those years, teasing and annoying you, when the two of you could have already lived your happily ever after?
It doesn’t matter. What counts is that you have each other now. And you know that Jisung and you will stick together, you and him against the world.
He keeps kissing you passionately and hungrily, as if he hasn’t been doing this for the past week. Every kiss with him feels like the first one over again, like an invitation to a new adventure that offers excitement, safety and comfort at once. Jisung slips his tongue inside your mouth, soon letting it dance with your own.
And you’ve got plans that work quite well with what he’s craving right now. You get in his lap, absolutely unapologetically, taking the lead this time. Jisung chuckles but lets you do what you want, his hands now attached to your waist. He pulls you closer, while you start grinding on him. Your boyfriend helps you find a good rhythm, feeling your panties rub over his clothed bulge.
Of course, you had to wear a skirt again. Sometimes he wonders if you do that on purpose—so that he can just pull the fabric up and fuck you whenever he pleases—but then he remembers that you’ve always dressed like this. Still, he likes the idea of it. God, he’s such a simp for you. That’ll never change.
You reach for his belt, fumbling with it, before you throw it somewhere on the floor. The zipper of his pants gets pulled down next, before you sneak your hand into his boxers. You find him hard, Jisung doesn’t even try to hide it, when you start stroking him.
“In here? In a stranger’s bedroom? You’re naughty, doll…” he tells you in between kisses.
“It’s one of my fantasies, not gonna lie,” you admit.
You free his dick from the pieces of clothing, as you continue pumping him. A string of saliva collides with his tip, before you use your thumb to smear it over his cockhead first and then over his full length.
“You’re gonna surprise me every day, baby,” he whimpers.
“Reminds me of the storage room situation but it’s an actual room this time. Whoever owns that one,” you chuckle.
Jisung slips his hand under your skirt, while you’re busy pleasuring him. He wants to give back the feeling you're granting him, which is why he slides your drenched panties aside. You’re so wet for him, he’s afraid he might just come undone before he’s been inside of you.
The two of you totally forgot to lock the door but with the state you’re in right now, none of you will remember that anytime soon. Hopefully, no one will barge in.
Jisung has two digits in your cunt, scissoring you open to prepare you for his dick. You’re moving up and down, fucking yourself on his fingers, while he uses his thumb to rub smooth circles on your clit.
“I need to fuck you, Ji,” you confess, biting your lower lip. He looks so fucked out but you’re sure you’re nothing better. Messy hair, smudged makeup, your shirt pulled down to expose your tits to him so he can play with one of them while his other fingers are busy stretching you out. “This isn’t enough, baby.”
He’s already hovering you closer, so you can align your entrance with his cock, until he remembers an important detail.
“Wait… I don’t have a condom with me. But I’m fine doing other things.” You’re not surprised. Although you do in fact need more.
“I haven’t told you yet, but I’ve been on the pill this whole time… so, I’m okay if we don’t use one,” you admit. Because you feel safe with him. You’ve never had sex without a condom before—although Seojun constantly complained, telling you, he didn’t feel as much while wearing one—but you trust Jisung so much.
“Woah… okay. Yeah, I’m alright with not using one too, then. It’s gonna make a mess, though,” he reminds you.
You chuckle, “Well, you can just come inside my mouth or my cunt, Ji.”
“How on earth are you real? You’re gonna make me blow too soon, baby,” he whines. There he’s back. That’s j.0ne talking to you.
You decide to shut him up with a kiss, while you align your hole with his tip. You slowly sink down, taking him in. Jisung is filling you up so well, it feels like being close to him for the first time over again.
“You’re so fucking wet for me, doll. Your pussy is swallowing me, fuck—feels so good,” he whispers, when he listens to the squelching sounds that are echoing through the stranger’s bedroom.
“Do you hear this? Can you hear how wet you are for me? How much of a slut you are for me and only me?” he asks, thrusting up into you from below, once again doing most of the work.
He feels you clenching around him, but you decide to rile him up further, “Jisung, stop teasing and go harder.”
“Always so fucking demanding.” Slap. His hand collides with your ass cheek. You’re both still fully dressed. Jisung has his pants and underwear slightly pushed down, while your panties are just pulled to the side. “You want me to go rougher on you, hm? Fuck you like a slut?”
“I bet you’re too gentle to me anyway,” you say, clicking your tongue, as you keep riding him.
The grip on your hips tightens, before Jisung lifts you up and suddenly pulls out of you. He spins you around, manhandling you until you land on your stomach.
“You’re so gonna regret this, doll,” he warns you with a chuckle. Before he slams right into you again.
Moans, whimpers and whines are filling the room, as he is pounding his length into you. From time to time, he adds another slap to your sensitive flesh, before he grabs you by the hair and pulls you towards him.
“Hm, still want me to go harder?” he whispers into your ear.
“Still not convinced, stop talking so much and make me come—oh, fuck, right there,” you let out, when he changes the angle a bit.
“Yeah, that’s it. Always complaining. This greedy pussy never gets enough, hm? I’ve been fucking you every night this whole week and you’re still asking for more?”
Jisung brings his other hand between your legs, while two of his fingers are now busy playing with your clit. He’s driving you closer and closer to the edge, making you forget about everything else. He feels so perfect inside you, as if this is meant to be. And you know that it is.
A minute later, you come around his cock, when your walls tighten around him, sucking him in even further.
“Just like that, doll. You’re so good for me,” he praises you, helping you through your climax.
Jisung keeps rutting into your aching hole, while he senses himself getting sloppier with his movement. His high is close. Dangerously close.
“I want you to come inside, Jisung,” you confess.
And that’s what he does. His seeds fill you up a second later, warm ropes of come hitting your walls, while he keeps moaning and whimpering into your ear. You encourage him with sweet little praises, until Jisung comes down from his high again.
The two of you stay like this for a little while, his cock still buried inside of you.
Until the door swings open.
“What the fuck are you doing inside my bedroom?”
Your ex is standing in front of you, seeing you on all fours, while his former friend is inside of you.
It’s Seojun’s room. Jisung is fucking you in Seojun’s bedroom. You didn’t even know he moved into this frat house.
Well, that’s a whole new level of revenge.
Your boyfriend pulls out of you, helping you adjust your panties and the skirt you’re wearing, before he stuffs his dick back into his pants. All while he tries to not laugh out loud. Jisung’s come immediately trickles down into the fabric of your lingerie, making things a little uncomfortable. Still, you have to focus on a very furious ex boyfriend first.
“Sorry, mate, we didn’t know this was your bedroom. Just used whatever’s free,” Jisung says, shrugging his shoulders. You like this new version of him—acting all nonchalant to make Seojun mad.
“You’re… you two, huh?” your ex asks, his arms crossed in front of his chest.
You get up, standing next to Jisung now. “What?” you ask.
Seojun walks closer, faux puppy eyes looking at you, “I thought… I thought we could work things out and start over again.” Until his tone switches. “But I guess you’ve been a whore all along.”
“What the fuck did you just say?” Jisung spits, pulling you closer, until he’s standing in front of you.
“Come on, dude. Don’t act innocent now. You probably know about the weird stuff she’s into.” He makes it sound as if you expect your partners to do hardcore BDSM with you when it’s just… a few probably very common kinks.
“Weird stuff like… actually having an orgasm during sex?” Jisung asks.
Oh, fuck. What a mic-drop worthy moment. You burst out into laughter.
“I… what are you on about? You know what—no. I will not talk about this with you. What I will talk about is that Y/N cheated on me with you.”
You can’t believe he actually thinks that.”
“What? I didn’t cheat on you, idiot. You cheated on me with Nabi, you piece of shit,” you tell him, your voice getting louder by a few decibels.
“Baby… Nabi and I aren’t anything… I promise,” Seojun continues, switching to being all cute again. Or pretending to do so. He looks like a total fool.
You chuckle, “Shit, are you gaslighting yourself like this too?”
“Baby… come on,” he says, reaching for your arm, totally ignoring the man beside you.
“Don’t touch my girlfriend,” Jisung says, slapping Seojun’s arm away.
Your ex looks at him dumbfounded, suddenly ignoring you again when the words register in his head. “Your… your girlfriend?”
“Yeah. Y/N is my girlfriend. I love her,” he says, letting butterflies roam around in your stomach,
Seojun bursts out into a fake laughter. “Aren’t you also her older brother’s best friend? What does he say about that? Hasn’t he always been so protective that Y/N couldn’t even admit to him that she dated me?”
None of you two say anything.
“Oh,” Seojun continues, “he doesn’t know. Minho doesn’t know, hm? Well, then I’ll have him find out.”
“Seojun—wait, please don’t tell him,” you immediately say, wrapping your hand around your ex’s wrist and stopping him in his tracks.
He scoffs, “Why would I listen to you?”
“I’m…”
“You owe her that one,” Jisung says, still standing close to you.
“I don’t fucking owe her anything. I don’t owe you anything either,” Seojun replies.
“Stop talking about her as if she isn’t in the room,” Jisung lets out. He doesn’t like the atmosphere your ex creates. Or, well, he doesn’t like him in general.
“Or what? You’re gonna hit me, huh?”
Jisung lets go of you, getting closer to your ex. His hands ball into fists, as he approaches the other man.
But you pull him back. “Ji… don’t… don’t get in trouble because of this idiot.”
Your ex sprints out of the room then, immediately running down the stairs like a coward that’s escaping you. You two follow him through the crowd but immediately lose him. Just when you make it to the centre of the party, you observe Seojun almost pushing the DJ off the stage before he turns off the music and grabs the mic.
Everyone is growling and complaining. What a surprise.
“I’ve got an announcement to make, everyone.” Seojun is laughing like a maniac, fury in his eyes. “Han Jisung just fucked Y/L/N Y/N in my bedroom.”
Everyone is immediately booing him off the stage. Did he really think he would achieve something with this?
This is so fucking embarrassing.
You listen to the responses of the other guests.
“Shut the fuck up, dude. Turn on the music again.”
“Jesus Christ, are we in middle school?”
“No one cares, you idiot.”
“That’s great! Congrats!”
“Does this mean we’ll get more drinks?”
“Can you put the music back on?”
No one cares indeed. Or, perhaps, it was predictable anyway. At least that’s what you believe when you see Hannah across the room and she gives you a thumbs up. Yuna is next to her, with a smile all over her face. Next, you watch Chan and Felix looking your way, applauding. Even Lily—severely drunk—is staring at you, tears in her eyes, total happiness washing over her.
Until you feel someone else’s presence beside you. A hand is pushing you away from your boyfriend, standing between the both of you now.
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Screen Identity: Mismatched Passion | EP. 5 — GRETA OTO
— contains adult content, minors do not interact 🔞 —
“I’ll do anything, Y/N. Whatever it takes for us to be together, okay? Do you trust me?”
You nod, “I trust you, Jisung.”
[ abstract ]: After a rough break up during semester break, you’re put in a class with none other than your longtime academic rival Han Jisung once university starts again. Things don’t get any easier considering he’s your older brother’s best friend and destiny decides to assign you two to a partner project. Luckily, you can distract yourself a little by chatting with the mysterious guy you met online a couple of months ago, getting closer both emotionally and physically with him, absolutely unaware he might be nearer than you would expect…
[ general ]: jisung + fem reader, gamer + stoner jisung, gamer reader, academic rivals/enemies → lovers, brother’s best friend, minho is reader’s slightly older brother, college au, smut + angst + fluff, accidental online dating, inexperienced jisung + inexperienced reader [ real life ] vs simp jisung + brat reader [ online ] so they act a lot differently while chatting, please refer to series m.list for more info
[ warning ]: anxiety attack, recreational weed consumption, explicit sexual scene [ includes switch dynamics, consensual sex under the influence (both are high), protected sex oral (m receiving), hair pulling, name calling such as doll, baby, pretty boy, ma'am, slut ],
[ words ]: 6.8K
[ note ]: Hellooo I am back with another chapter. Sorry for the cliffhanger lmao it'll make sense now once you read this part. Also, to get rid of any confusion: this story (like all of my fics) will have a happy ending :) If you liked this episode too, I'd be very grateful about any kind reblog, comment, ask or DM!! Also, make sure to read The Experience Project, my other series that is part of the same universe!! Lots of love, Cece 🩷
Your lungs are burning inside your chest from running around the hotel hallway, without a destination, really. You’re aware of Jisung being somewhere behind you, trying to stop you and calm you down but rationality has left your body fully.
You’re in trance, that’s what it always does to you when all those pent up feelings bubble up like a volcano and you can’t hold them back anymore. Setting one foot on the ground before the other one follows, you sprint to the elevator, pushing the button to go down. You’ve got your bag thrown over your shoulder and your phone in your hand.
Once the elevator is finally here, you immediately rush inside and send a quick text to Chan.
[ You ]: Please pick me up from the hotel. I need to go home. I can't do this.
[ You ]: 📍 (your location, visible for 1 hour)
Why is the elevator not going down? You keep smashing the button to the first floor, until you notice someone coming inside.
“Y/N,” Jisung says, tears filling his vision, “it’s okay, you’re safe with me, okay?”
You see it in his eyes—the same type of comfort that j.0ne has been giving you for two months now and that’s when your brain makes that connection again. It’s him. He’s the one who protects you, who you tell all your secrets to.
You’re safe with him.
Jisung catches you right before you fall down on the floor, as your knees give out. Tears start rushing down your face, but he holds you close.
“It’s okay, love, let it all out,” he speaks soothing words, while gently stroking your hair. He smells like peppermint, which calms you down further although you don’t question why it’s like this in the first place. “It’s all fine, you’re not in danger, okay?”
You nod, sniffles filling the metallic walls that are around you. You’re glad that you chose an elevator that no other guest seems to use at this time of the night.
“What do you need now, Y/N?”
Jisung brushes some strands of your hair out of your face, before he swipes away the tears with his thumb. All you do is shrug your shoulders, before the crying takes over you again.
“Hey, hey,” he says, trying to not panic too, “are you okay with going back to our room? Or should I call Hannah? Yuna? Perhaps Lily?”
You shake your head no. You don’t wanna drag them into this, it’s bad enough that you texted Chan. “I… I don’t know what’s happening, Han.”
He keeps rubbing circles on your head, “You’re having an anxiety attack. But this isn’t real, okay? You’re not in danger.”
You nod this time, “Can you help me get up?”
“Of course,” Jisung says before he does what you asked him for.
“Can we…” you start, before you clear your throat, “get back to the room? So I can wash my face?”
Jisung nods and guides the way, throwing an arm around your shoulder to bring you back where you came from. The fresh and cold water helps you a lot and when you get back into the bedroom, Jisung is sitting on the couch, worry in his eyes.
“So, what’s on your mind, Y/N?” he says, once you’ve gotten closer and take a seat right next to him. He leaves enough space between the two of you but never takes his eyes off you.
“I’m… I’m just scared, I guess. I got overwhelmed.”
He nods, “Yeah, anxiety can be a tough one. Please be honest with me—was it anything I said or did? Was it caused by… uhm… something during sex?”
You tilt your head, “I’m not sure. I liked everything, that’s not it! In fact, I enjoyed this like nothing else before. You’re… wow.”
Jisung can’t hide the smirk that’s forming on his face. After all, he didn’t expect a compliment like this right now. “How’s it connected then?”
You let your head sink down, “I don’t know. Maybe… it’s because of everything with my ex. You’re the first one I’ve slept with after the relationship and… it reminded me of how I didn’t feel comfortable with him but feel absolutely comfortable with you now and—fuck, this doesn’t make any sense…”
Jisung keeps looking at you, “It makes total sense, doll. Your brain is confused because it only knows the other state to be in and got overwhelmed by a normal situation, a situation in which you felt comfortable and safe. At least I hope so.”
“I do, I do!”
“You know,” he continues, “that’s why I prepared that bath for you and all. So you can calm down and get back into reality after such a… uhm, session.” Jisung awkwardly scratches the back of his head.
“Oh, okay. I was just overwhelmed because… well, you were planning this date and all because you, j.0ne, like baby_butt3rfly and I suddenly got insecure because I wasn’t the one you were waiting for. It must have been a disappointment to find out you’ve been chatting with me all this time when you don’t even like me,” you explain.
His eyebrows are scrunched, while he throws his arms around. He can’t believe this and he wonders where these insecurities are coming from in the first place, dearly hoping he hasn’t caused them with all the bickering over these past years, “Sure, I don’t like you but I fuck you. That makes no sense.”
“Hate sex exists,” you reply, shrugging your shoulders.
Jisung’s jaw clenches, before he scoots a bit closer. You gulp and try to stay calm when he looks at you like this. “Do you consider what we did hate sex?”
“No… still, you don’t necessarily like me, Han. Everyone knows that,” you add with an awkward chuckle at the end. Why isn’t he grasping what you’re trying to explain here?
He sighs, letting his head fall down. Jisung hasn’t expected to confess to you about all his feelings tonight but if it’s the only way to clear the air and get rid of this weird misunderstanding between you, that’s what he’ll have to do.
“Y/N, listen. You’ve got this all wrong. The truth Is that I–“
Your phone suddenly starts ringing. Fuck. You totally forgot that you asked for help.
“Who’s it?” Jisung asks.
You catch a glimpse at the screen. “Chan. Shit. I hysterically texted him and told him to pick me up.”
“Fuck, then he will probably not give up too soon,” Jisung says, biting his lower lip.
“Should I… should I pick up?”
“Yeah, of course,” he tells you. He doesn’t want your shared friend to get worried, especially not because of him.
You pick up and clear your throat, before you start to speak, hoping to not sound too different, “Hey, Channie. You don’t have to worry, everything is fine again.”
“Are you with him right now?”
Oh, fuck. He’s pissed. You put your phone on speaker.
“Who?”
“The guy you were meeting up with I suppose,” Chan adds.
“Yes… he’s with me. It was nothing, really. I’m safe,” you reassure.
“I wanna talk to him.”
Jisung’s eyes are widening and so are yours.
“What?!”
“You heard me,” Chan insists. “Give him the phone. Otherwise I’ll come pick you up. I’m already in my car and just a few minutes away.”
“O-Okay,” you say, before giving the device to Jisung.
“Hello? Do you hear me?”
Jisung keeps staring at you, fear spreading all over his face. “Y-Yeah, uhm, hi. What is it?”
“What the fuck did you– wait, speak again. I wanna hear your voice,” Chan says. But Jisung is too scared to say anything. Of course, his friend would recognise him. “I’m waiting.” He looks at you, worry in his eyes but you nod in order to encourage him. “Come on, dude.”
“Hi…” is all he says and it’s enough for the older one to put two and two together.
“Hmm, Jisung. Nice to listen to your voice,” he chuckles.
“Hey, Chan,” the younger one says, rolling his eyes.
“So, you’re with Y/N? You’re her date?”
“Y-Yes, I am,” he replies.
“I can trust you, right? Can you tell me what happened?”
He doesn’t even question the fact that you’re spending time with Jisung. That’s a good thing at least.
“She… Y/N had an anxiety attack, unrelated to me, she told me. She’s better now, I promise. She’s safe with me,” he explains.
“Okay, is there anything else I can do to help? Or need to know?”
“I don’t think so…”
You can hear Chan chuckle through the speaker. “Okay. So, you two, huh?”
“Yup. Turns out we were chatting with each other this whole time,” he tells the truth now. It’s out anyway.
“You’re such idiots. And I told her to not meet that guy so you can get together with her instead, playing Cupid and shit,” Chan confesses and you two burst out into laughter. This is hilarious.
“Well, your magic worked, I guess,” you say.
“Jisung? You’ll take care of her, okay? Or else I’ll break your nose, you hear me?”
You hold back another giggle, wishing your brother would react the same way like Chan does when you tell him about this thing between his best friend and you.
“Of course, boss. Have a nice night,” Jisung promises.
“You too,” the other one says before ending the call.
“I’m gonna get ready for bed, if that’s alright,” you announce.
“Yeah, sure,” Jisung says.
Once you’re in the bathroom, you feel a little more at ease again, realising it was the right decision to not run away from your emotions. The shower you take helps you calm down a little further and when you’re done with your skin care routine and brushing your teeth, you enter the bedroom again.
“Hi,” you say, finding Jisung snuggled up under the covers.
“Is it okay to sleep in one bed with me?” he wants to make sure.
You nod, a smile on your face. You get under the blanket too and Jisung stands up, needing a few minutes in the bathroom as well. But when he’s back, he wastes no time to get into bed again. You’re looking at each other, both of you unable to speak first, until Jisung takes the initiative.
“Can I tell you a secret?”
“Yeah?”
He guides his hand towards your face, the back of it softly brushing your cheek.
“All this time, I was hoping for it to be you,” he confesses.
“W-What?”
You can’t believe this.
“Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed… I’ve had a crush on you for years, Y/N,” he admits, his lower lip caught between his teeth.
“But… you kept ignoring me or teased me whenever you had a chance,” you say, shaking your head.
“Yeah, for several reasons,” he starts explaining. “You’re still my rival in school, that won’t ever change, baby. But then, I’ve realised I can’t be with my best friend’s sister and that’s why I’ve started distancing myself. Whenever I saw you, though, I got mad at myself and took it out on you. I’m sorry.”
“You… you like me?” you ask again, hastily blinking while your brain tries to grasp what’s happening right now.
“Of course I like my girlfriend.”
Girlfriend. He called you his girlfriend. Han Jisung considers you his girlfriend and not his rival anymore. Wow, what an enemies to lovers cliche.
“Han—wait, no. I know that you told everyone that you have a girlfriend because I, or well baby_butt3rfly said that she wants you to become her boyfriend. But… I’m not her,” you remind him.
He scoffs, “You literally are.”
“Still, we can’t be together,” you add, breaking his heart a little.
“Because of Minho?”
You nod.
“I’ll do whatever it takes, Y/N. To gain more of your trust, to give you everything you deserve, okay? I’ll get a fucking star from the sky and give it to you as a gift or whatever you want, just for a chance,” he promises, scooting closer and you let him.
“Where’s all this coming from?”
“Do you not feel the same? Did you only fall in love with j.0ne but not me?”
You sigh, rolling on your back before you cover your face with the palms of your hands. Suddenly, you turn back around, staring at him, “Fuck this, okay? Yes, I like you too, Han. Are you satisfied now?”
“I’m the happiest man on this planet, baby,” he grins.
“How do we do this?”
“What?”
“Whatever this is between us,” you say. Jisung is fine with you not being ready to label this as an official relationship and he’ll wait for you.
“Are you talking about your brother and the shit he says?”
You nod, “Yeah, but not just that. I’m still… damaged from my ex.”
There’s pain in his eyes. Not pity, but empathy. He can’t believe that this guy destroyed your confidence like this when he was in the wrong, just to get together with the girl he told you not to worry about.
“You’re not damaged, Y/N,” Jisung reminds you, as he keeps stroking your face. “He did damage to you, there’s a difference. And I’m patient, okay?”
“Even if it takes me weeks or even months to fully open up to you?” you ask him with big eyes.
“I would wait centuries, well, I’ve had a crush on you for over a decade now, so this seems fairly fast,” he admits.
“Shit, a decade? Me too.”
Jisung places a soft kiss on your forehead. “Maybe it was the stars waiting for the right moment so we can be together.”
“You’re so cheesy…” you snicker.
“Hm, I am.” He adds another kiss on your cheek. “Should we get some rest?”
“Yeah, that’s a good idea.”
When you enter your apartment the following day, Yuna is dancing around in the kitchen, already awaiting you.
“Y/N,” she greets you, “tell me everything. You went on a date, right? How was it?”
Where the hell does she get this information from? Well, it’s true, but you haven’t told anyone about it.
“What?”
“Don’t play dumb, you dressed up all prettily last night and then you went out with a backpack. You met at his place or at a hotel?”
“I’m… uhm…”
Your phone dings, showing a notification from your group chat with your closest friends.
[ Hannah ]: So, Y/N. How was it? How was he? 🤪
[ Lily ]: Did he make you come?? 😏
[ Yuna ]: We need to know everything Y/N 😫😫😫
Of course, your roommate would hop onto this.
[ You ]: What are you guys talking about?
Hopefully they will just drop it but you’re very much aware that this won’t happen any time soon.
[ Lily ]: Don’t tease us. We’re aware you went on a date and stayed the night. Tell us everything please!! 😭🥹🫶🏻
Ah, so Yuna shared her suspicions with everyone. When you tilt your head and look at her, she stares at you with big puppy eyes and mouths a ‘sorry’. You roll your eyes but chuckle anyway. You could never be mad at her or any of your other friends. After all, you know that they’re just excited for you to make some great experience and move on.
[ Hannah ]: Yes, was he good? Was he gentle with you? Paid for everything and bought flowers? 💐
[ Yuna ]: He did buy flowers, guys. Y/N is standing next to me with a huge bouquet in her hands. 😌😌
Your roommate is working against you. Yuna blows a kiss in your direction, before she starts making an iced coffee for you to make up for all the drama. Her phone is placed right next to her, so she can continue reading what is going on in the chat.
[ You ]: It was great tbh 😭 he was amazing in bed and he’s so… perfect, we talked a lot about everything and he makes me feel very safe
[ Hannah ]: That’s great!! Where did you meet again?? 🥹
[ You ]: Online, Discord. Playing video games.
[ Lily ]: Maybe I should start playing this Levanter game too that’s so hyped 🤔
[ Hannah ]: Y/N I’m so happy for you, you deserve all this and the world 😭🫶🏻
[ Lily ]: Will you send us a picture of him?? What does he look like? 😌
Fuck. You almost drop your phone on the kitchen tiles.
[ You ]: Maybe some other time.
Hopefully this will do for now.
[ Hannah ]: Oh, so he’s ugly? I knew something had to be wrong here. 🤨
[ You ]: He’s not ugly… I’ll send one later, okay?
[ Lily ]: I bet it’s someone we know and that’s why she’s so shy about it. 🤪
Your roommate has finished the iced coffee, handing it to you, before she is ready to type again.
[ Yuna ]: Do we know him??
[ You ]: No…
[ Lily ]: I bet it’s Yeonjun 😏
[ Yuna ]: Yeonjun doesn’t play video games
[ Hannah ]: Felix! I bet it’s Felix!! 😌😌
[ Lily ]: Soobin?? He’s a full nerd. 🤓
[ You]: It’s none of them and certainly not Soobin.
[ You:] I have to go now. Need to get this project with Jisung done 🙄🙄
[ Hannah ]: Oh, good luck.
[ Lily ]: Imagine it’s Jisung LMAO 🤣🤣
[ You ]: Funny.
[ Lily ]: I’m sorry, I was joking, I know you would never do that lol 💀
You put your phone away, before you head to your room to get ready for studying with Jisung. Right. Hopefully you’ll be able to get school stuff done, now that your relationship has reached a new level.
Your heart is pounding out of your chest, when you walk up the stairs of Jisung’s apartment. You’ve never been here but you two decided to get some of your project done at his place instead of the library—for obvious reasons but also because it’s usually cramped there on a Sunday and you didn’t manage to book a free study room on time. So, rationally, there was no other choice, right?
“Hi,” he greets you with the widest grin when he opens the door.
“Hey,” you say, handing him a plastic bag of what you bought at the convenience store. Jisung hasn’t expected you to bring anything but he’s grateful about it.
“It’s just some snacks and lemonade, to make studying more bearable, you know?”
He nods and invites you inside. After taking off your shoes, your eyes start hovering around in his studio apartment. It’s small but cosy, just like you would have imagined it. Jisung has got some high quality posters of the Levanter video game on his walls as well as some other ones. One of the characters he’s framed is the one you tend to choose when playing and it makes you giggle. Perhaps, you should dress up as your favourite characters one day together.
You plop down on the couch beside him, a few of your snacks and whatever he still has had at home already scattered out on the table.
“So, what do we have?”
“We could finish the theory part today, if we work hard,” you suggest.
Jisung nods, “Yeah, I did some more research and found some interesting perspectives about the topic.”
You manage to work on your project for a solid two hours with small breaks in between, focusing on the tasks you have to do until the next class in a few days. Until said focus leaves your bodies and makes concentrating quite hard.
“Are you hungry?” he suddenly asks.
For you, yes.
“Hm?”
Jisung gets up, grabbing two more cans of lemonade. “Let’s order some food, okay?” He sits down next to you again, before takes a closer look at your face. “You’re stressed, aren’t you?”
You tend to overwork yourself, this is no news for either you or Jisung. But taking a break is probably a good idea.
“A bit, yes. I just want a good grade on this,” you admit.
“And you’ll get that, Y/N. I’ll make sure of it,” he promises, adding a wink after his sentence. You try to hide how flustered you get. It’s very common for the two of you to compete in academic matters. It started in school and when you both decided to major in the same subjects at the same college, everything went downhill. Whenever there’s a debate in class, Jisung will make sure to choose whatever opposite point of view from yours, just to fight against you.
It makes you chuckle, now that you know that he must have done this most of the time because he wanted to get your attention without being suspicious. And because he’s a huge brat.
“What do you usually do to get rid of stress, Han?” you ask him, opting to have a break now too.
He shrugs his shoulders, taking a sip from the cherry lemonade, “Uhm, play games, smoke weed, well, uhm, look at pics you sent me and jerk off.”
You chuckle, “Wow, I wasn’t aware you’re recycling them and using them more than once.”
“Such beauty should be hung up in the Louvre, baby. Only for my eyes to see though,” he tells you, placing his hand on his chest.
“I’ve never smoked weed before,” you confess. You’re curious what it would feel like, though.
“Oh, you wanna try?”
“Yeah, sure,” you say. “You’re an expert in this, aren’t you?”
“I guess. Wait a second, okay?”
Jisung comes back with a little plastic zip bag and papers, before he sits down next to you again. You start watching him unpack all the supplies, as he is preparing a joint for the two of you now. You’re not fully grasping what it is and you're certainly not someone who romanticises drugs in any way, but there’s something about him doing this forbidden thing that arouses you. You keep your eyes focused on his hands, admiring those pretty fingers and getting reminded how they felt inside of you, stretching you out so–
“You ready, doll?”
His voice dropped low, sounding so husky, you’re not sure if you’re gonna survive this evening.
“Y-Yes,” you say.
“Only if you truly want this, okay? You can always back out. I won’t let you have much anyway, since it’s your first time, alright?”
You nod, “Okay.”
Jisung places the joint between his lips, before he reaches for the lighter that’s placed on the table in front of you and the little fire connects with the tip of the now burning object. He takes a drag, holds it like this in his lungs before he breathes out again, smoke filling the apartment.
He hands you the joint and you reach for it. Sure, you’ve smoked cigarettes before at parties, so hopefully you won’t make a total fool out of yourself. You take a drag, getting used to the taste of it, before you let out the smoke again and give him back the joint.
Jisung takes another drag and you’re eager to have an additional one too, but he doesn’t allow it, “Give it some time, okay? You shouldn’t overestimate yourself, yeah?”
You nod, leaning back on the couch.
“I’ll order some food in the meantime. What would you like?”
“Uhm,” you start, “pizza?”
“Sure,” he says, before fishing out his phone and placing an order online. “Should be here in an hour or less.” Jisung lives in an outer part of the city. Combined with the cheap apartment he has, you wonder how he paid for the expensive hotel room last night. Suddenly, you feel bad about it although it was his idea and he invited you.
“Han?”
“Yeah, baby?” he asks, taking another drag.
“You… I’m not sure if this is rude to ask, I just don’t want to be a burden but… why did you choose that expensive hotel? It’s… it was wonderful, really, but I don’t want you to spend so much–“
“It’s fine, doll,” he chuckles, “I know I don’t have the most spacious place in the most pretty area of the city, but that’s just because I don’t need it. I like to save up the money I earn for important things and the future, you know?”
Okay, that makes sense.
Wait.
He considers you important enough to spend his savings on you.
“Oh, okay. So… I’m not a burden?”
“Baby, you’re a blessing in every aspect of my life,” he says, clicking his tongue.
“When have you gotten like this?”
“Like what?”
“Flirting with me… and all,” you say, becoming shy now.
“I don’t know,” Jisung replies. “Being with you and finally opening up has helped a bit.”
You giggle, “Makes sense.”
“Are you already feeling something?”
You shake your head no, “Not really.”
“Here,” he gives you the joint. You place it between your lips again and Jisung can feel excitement rush down to his dick, when he watches you. It’s twisted and he doesn’t want to romanticise what you two are doing right now, but it gives him the idea of corrupting you in a new way.
You take another drag before you give him back the burning object. The two of you stay like this for a while, until Jisung finishes smoking and puts out the joint. He scoots closer to you, not even hiding the fact that he wants to be near you. You end up cuddling, while he puts on some show on his TV but you’re not even paying any attention. Partly, it’s caused by your head clouding up from the smoke in the room and in your lungs but it might also be because of Jisung. Well, it obviously is because of the latter mostly.
“Have you ever fucked while being high?” Great. Your brain to mouth filter has shut off by now, too. The weed seems to work.
“N-No, I haven’t, actually,” Jisung admits. Fuck. There’s something about you being so straightforward that makes him want to try it, though.
“But you smoke a lot, don’t you? I would have expected this to be your thing,” you say, only realising after speaking how mean that sounded. Jisung is a stoner, yes, but he does have got his life together. It’s not his number one personality trait. That’s already reserved for being a brat.
“I didn’t suggest getting high so you’d sleep with me, Y/N,” he suddenly says.
Your eyes are widening, “Oh my God, this is not what I meant, sorry… I was just… I thought that…”
“Hm, you’re not thinking much right now, doll. I’ve been noticing you staring at my hands,” he teases you.
“I– I’m…”
“It’s okay, baby. And to answer your question—I haven’t had sex while being high yet because I haven’t had sex that much in my life in general,” Jisung admits.
“Oh… did you lose your virginity to me?! This can’t be, you were so…”
“So, what?”
“Perfect. If you were a Sim, you would have reached Woohoo skill level 10.”
“Please don’t ever say that again,” he laughs.
You’re too cringey for Han Jisung now? Wow, the weed has really gotten to your head then.
“Sorry,” you chuckle.
“No, I didn’t lose my virginity to you. I’ve had like three one night stands in my life before you that were all shit. That’s it,” he explains, shrugging his shoulders.
“Oh, I'm sorry. You were my second, by the way,” you confess.
“You only… only with your ex?”
“Hm, and you. So it’s easy to forget about whatever was before that when you’re this good,” you compliment him. Jisung throws his head back, sensing the feeling caused by smoking. Or it’s because you keep staring at him like this. So awaiting. Demanding. Aroused.
“What’s on your mind?” you ask.
He shakes his head, bringing his index finger to your lips, “Shh, you’re stressing me again.”
“Stressing you? What? Why?”
Is the weed not working for him? His eyes are so red, you thought he would be as high as you by now.
“With that pretty smile… you rarely smile, Y/N. So when you do it exclusively for me, it gets my hopes up high,” he explains, not taking his eyes off your mouth. His thumb keeps brushing over it and you part your lips.
“Your hopes up high?”
“Hm, for us to do this in public one day.” He kisses you on the cheek. “For me being able to call you my girlfriend… baby, tell me, what does it need for me to be able to do that?”
You look at him. “Weren’t you the one to make promises last night?”
“What are you referring to?”
“You mentioned things like gaining my trust, finding a solution for Minho and giving me a star as a gift,” you remind him.
“I’ll do all of that. I promise,” he says. “Can I kiss you?”
“Do it,” you let out.
His lips crash into your own and you immediately sense how desperate he is for you. What a great thing you’re reciprocating those feelings. Jisung’s tongue asks for entrance and you allow him just that. You smirk against him, your hands reaching for his neck. You throw your arms around, fingers starting to play with his hair.
“Fuck,” he grunts, “you’re so needy, aren’t you?”
“Same counts for you,” you whisper, in between breaths. You decide to take the lead then, when you scoot closer and hover your body in his lap. Jisung looks at you with his mouth agape, big eyes staring at you, as if he didn’t expect you to be so straightforward.
“Getting shy, hm?”
He shakes his head no, “G-Go on.”
“I like this version of you, you know?”
“Which version?”
“The desperate one. The one that will do anything I tell him,” you say, beginning to create a path of kisses down his neck, before you reach his chest. Slipping your hands under his shirt, you help him out of the fabric. Everything is happening rather fast but you don’t mind.
You scoot down, getting up from his lap again, before you decide to stay between his legs, right between the sofa and the table. Jisung stares at you with awaiting eyes, his finger under your chin. But he can’t be dominant right now. Whatever the hell that is. You’re possessing his mind. It’s you who’s looking up at him with big doll-like eyes, as if you’re asking to make him feel good.
“What? You’re gonna beg for it, pretty boy?”
Oh, plot twist. You’re not trying to be submissive here. Or you’re playing the brat. Who knows. That’s what Jisung loves about the dynamic with you. It’s so versatile, he can tell although it’s just your second time with him.
“Once we start you’ll be the only one begging, I promise,” he whispers.
“We’ll see about that, baby,” you reply with a wink. Your hands land on his thighs, before they move upwards, starting to fumble with his belt. He leans back, taking in that beautiful view that he’s granted. Sure, he’s got pretty girls sucking his dick before, but nothing comes close to your hungry eyes, impatiently waiting to get a taste of him.
He realises why it’s that way. Jisung has got a connection with you. A very multifaceted connection but it’s there. The most important part of it being the fact that he’s in love with you. Of course, no one will ever come close to anything that you do.
You slide his pants down, revealing how neglected his dick must feel trapped inside the tight boxers. You almost have pity for him. Jisung is still staring down at you, waiting for the next move.
Deciding to get rid of his underwear too, you waste no time and get to work with it. His cock springs free, painfully hard. Your hand circles around his erection, before you slowly start pumping him. He’s losing his mind from all the teasing, you can see it in his eyes.
“You sure you want this, Y/N? Despite being high?”
You nod, “It’s not a want, it’s a need, Han.”
He chuckles. “Then come on, doll, do something.”
You scoot closer, before a string of saliva collides with his tip. You smear it all over his length, as you continue stroking him.
“Beg for it,” you demand.
And Jisung surrenders. “Please, Y/N, have mercy with me.”
After a little chuckle spills from your lips, you start licking his length, adding a long stripe to his shaft first. You make sure to keep eye contact, right before you take him into your mouth. Jisung watches your head bob up and down, as his own falls back.
“Fuck, I’ve always known, baby,” Jisung speaks between moans, “that you’d look so pretty with your lips wrapped around my cock, right?”
He’s gripping the blanket that’s laying on the sofa with one hand, while the other one comes close to your head. Jisung is tugging your hair, guiding you up and down the way he enjoys.
“Yeah, come on, make a mess. Make me feel good, yeah?”
You’re drooling all over him and the moans you let out get transformed into vibrations that send him straight to heaven. Jisung has never gotten this close so fast. With anyone. Neither the other women that tried to make him feel good nor alone. You’re out of this world.
You enjoy the switch in his demeanour once he’s getting to his orgasm. He sounds so helpless and pathetic, you could get used to it. Which is why you decide to pull his cock out of your mouth, staring up at him, your hand wrapped around his length again.
“When you come for the first time, it’ll be inside my cunt, okay?” you say with a low voice.
“Fucking hell… please, ma’am,” he says, before he gets up and helps you with it too. He doesn’t even care that he’s bare naked while you’re fully dressed again. For some reason, he might discover a new kink here. Jisung guides you to his bed that’s just a few meters away from his couch but much more comfortable.
He is quick to hover your shirt over your head, before your bra lands on the floor next. Just like him. He’s on his knees for you all suddenly. And you wonder if your reaction rate is so low because of the weed or because of this forbidden scene.
You feel kisses erupt on your belly, as they travel upwards. Jisung takes one of your hardened nipples into his mouth, pinching the other one with two of his fingers. His free hand is busy sneaking under your dress, squeezing your thigh. But you need him now. Inside of you. No more teasing. Which is why you grab his head and make him look up at you.
“Get on the bed,” you tell him and he follows suit, having the most mischievous smirk on his face that you’ve ever noticed up until this day. It feels as if he’s getting exactly what he’s asked for.
You pull down your skirt and your panties follow, before you crawl on the mattress and into his lap. Jisung is instantly playing with your tits again, waiting for you to make the next move.
You chuckle, “Condom?”
“Top drawer. Wait—don’t you want me to stretch you first?”
“It’s okay, I can’t wait. Your cock can stretch me,” you tell him with a wink and he just sits there, mouth agape.
You reach for his nightstand table and fish out a condom, unwrapping it and guiding it into his hard length. After you get into a comfortable position, you align his tip with your aching hole and drop down a few centimetres.
“Oh, fuck,” you say, sinking down further, letting him fill you up.
It feels as if everything is more intense than it usually is. Maybe it’s the weed. Maybe it’s the fact you’re with Jisung, in his apartment, in his bed. Maybe it’s because you’ve been talking more and being more open with him. Maybe it’s a combination of all of those options.
“Biiiig stretch, baby, come on. You can do it,” he encourages you, stroking your back.
“‘S too much,” you say, shaking your head. “But feels so fucking good, I don’t wanna stop.”
He chuckles, telling you to take your time. “That’s why I wanted to prepare you first. But you’re an impatient little slut, aren’t you?”
Oh, fuck. He really wants you dead. Hearing those degrading words from him just arouses you more and it gives you—weirdly enough—strength to move further. Once you’re adjusted to the feeling of having him inside of you, you start moving up and down slowly.
“It’s okay, I’m getting used to it. Fuck. Feels so good, baby.”
“Go on, doll. Ride my dick,” he tells you, leaning back. Jisung’s hands are placed on your hips, occasionally moving further to squeeze your ass.
“Nothing better than that,” you say, picking up your pace a little. It’s exhausting being on top, you kind of underestimated this. After all, your ex never wanted you to be in a position like this, thinking it’ll harm his fragile masculinity for some reason.
“F-Feels so good, Jisung.” The words keep spilling from your lips in between little whimpers and moans. The man underneath you has his hands on your hips again, helping you move while he thrusts into you from below you. All while he’s trying to not lose his mind over the fact that you didn’t call him Han for once.
“Yeah, that’s right. Say my name, baby,” he tells you.
At this point, Jisung is doing most of the work, if you’re honest. But you don’t mind. You like the illusion of having the upper hand in this.
“You fill me up so well… God, I’m gonna come,” you announce.
Jisung keeps rutting into you from underneath, while you fall forward, your arms wrapped around his shoulders.
“You’re such a good slut for me, doll,” he whispers into your ear.
And then he feels it. You’re tightening around him, squeezing his hard cock, cageing him in.
“Did you just clench around me? When I called you a slut?”
You nod, “Hmm, fuck.”
There’s no point in denying. You can’t hold back any longer. The feeling is too intense and your brain is long gone. In the back of your mind, you wonder if this is to be blamed on the weed or the scene itself. But it doesn’t really matter anyway. The fact is that Jisung is making you feel good as no one else could ever do. And you’re ready to live with whatever consequences life hands you, as long as you can be with him like this forever.
“Then come on, baby. Show me what a good slut you can be,” is all he needs to say to make you tip over the edge. Further encouraging words spill from his lips, while he helps you through your high. Your legs are shaking, high pitched moans are filling his small studio apartment and you’re sure some neighbour is gonna file a complaint but you don’t care and neither does Jisung.
His own climax gets triggered in the process, when your pussy walls keep clenching around him, as he fills the condom with his release. Once you’ve both calmed down, Jisung tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, feeling his cock slowly softening inside you. You get up and drop on the bed next to him. He’s fast to place the covers over your exposed bodies, pulling you towards him.
“I’ll do anything, Y/N. Whatever it takes for us to be together, okay? Do you trust me?”
You nod, “I trust you, Jisung.”
And that’s when he knows that you’re speaking the truth.
After dinner—the delivery pizza—some more talks and another round of sex that probably made his walls shake, Jisung and you fell asleep in his bed, absolutely exhausted and sober again.
Still, he wakes up in the middle of the night, feeling your body clinging to him just like you did in the hotel. He realises that he’s hungry again—or just in the mood for a midnight snack—which is why he tries his best to be as quiet as possible when he sneaks out of the bed and walks to his little kitchen that’s located in the same room, obviously.
Some leftovers do and he’s glad that you’re sleeping through it despite the little noises he makes. When he’s back to where you are, he notices your phone screen lighting up. Jisung doesn’t want to look. It’s none of his business. But his eyes were there when it happened. So, he might just read the notifications.
[ Seojun ]: Hi, Y/N. This is probably a bad idea and I know you don’t wanna hear anything from me. But I miss you. Like a lot. I regret breaking up with you. Do you think we could try again?
What?
It’s Seojun? Seojun is your ex?
He can’t believe it’s someone he knows.
[ Seojun ]: I’ll be at Yeonjun’s party next Friday. Maybe we can meet there and talk a little? I’m sure you’ve missed me too, haven’t you? ❤️
This ff is getting better every chapter, I'm literally on my knees, gosh it's so beautiful 😭😭😭💓 I love this Jisung so much LITERALLY. THEY'RE SO CUTE OMFG GONNA SCREAM. Ilyyy darling you're the best 🤍
