Pairing: spy!jungwon x spy!female reader
Synopsis: Yang Jungwon has always been protective - of his best friends, of his responsibilities and especially of you. You’ve been close friends for years, but lately his protectiveness feels - different. Softer. Warmer. More intense. When an escaped criminal incident forces the agency to assign you a temporary bodyguard - even though you’re certain you could handle yourself, Jungwon steps in before anyone else can. Suddenly you’re spending every waking moment together - late-night talks, shared meals, quiet confessions. As danger closes in, Jungwon’s feelings become impossible to hide. He’d do anything to keep you safe, even if it means risking everything he’s worked for. And when you realize you feel the same, the line between friendship and something deeper disappears completely.
Warnings: inappropriate language (cursing), explicit mature content - smut (MDNI), fingering (f receiving), oral sex (f receiving), multiple orgasms, slight degradation, sexual intercourse, unprotected sex (protection is vital guys), slight somnophilia, brief mentions of voyeurism, slightly angsty, violence included and mentions of blood and death
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You carefully weaved through the crowd of agents assembled in the Crisis Command Hall, frowning as you heard hushed whispers and concerned remarks surrounding you as you passed.
Something definitely felt wrong.
You sensed something was off the moment the alarm sounded throughout AISA, calling for an emergency meeting a few minutes back.
And such meetings only occurred when a matter took a turn for the worse.
“There you are,” you heard Jungwon’s gentle voice let out a sigh of relief as he immediately pulled you closer to him and the rest of his friends when you reached the front of the crowd.
They were all gazing at you with concern, making you feel a bit uncomfortable until Jay suddenly spoke up, “You alright, Y/N?”
You furrowed your eyebrows, nodding, “Yeah? Why wouldn’t I be?”
Jungwon sighed, “You don’t know, do you?”
You frowned, shaking your head, “Know what? Is this about the emergency meeting?”
Looking around, you finally caught the eyes of other people subtly watching you or shooting careful glances.
They immediately averted their attention somewhere else when you caught them all looking at you and you even saw Director Lee near the base of the stage, casting a worried glance at your direction before resuming his hushed conversation with his assistant.
Jungwon stared at you silently for a solid moment, gauging your reaction and understanding your confusion regarding the situation.
“Jang Seohyun is out,” he leaned down to whisper against your ear, so you can hear him over the murmurs and voices of the others surrounding you, “he escaped about an hour ago. It’s madness with the government right now. Citizens are all panicked.”
You froze, your heart sinking, the realization of what he just said to you crashing heavily down on your body.
Your mind began to spiral - not really out of fear, but with confusion as to how he could’ve possibly escaped like that.
Jang Seohyun was once the untouchable kingpin of a covert Korean tech-crime empire, controlling black-market data routes, encrypted weapons trafficking and a network of loyal operatives spread across East Asia.
His downfall came when you went undercover on a solo mission and infiltrated his inner circle, blending in with his trusted team for a whole year while slowly dismantling his operation from the inside.
You were thorough with your work and gathered more than enough evidence against the middle-aged man, skillfully testifying against him in court which resulted in him being sent to a maximum-high security prison.
But it seems now - and blatantly obvious so, that Jang Seohyun doesn’t stay caged for long.
If your memory was right, you could’ve sworn you testified barely about 7 months ago.
Jungwon was watching you intently, his hand still loosely gripping your wrist from when he pulled you over to stay by his side.
You finally managed out, your question startling him slightly, “How the hell did he escape?”
Jungwon shook his head, shooting a knowing glance at his friends who gazed at you with amusement and silent awe, a quiet chuckle leaving his lips, “I should’ve known you wouldn’t be that scared.”
“Lee’s gathering the details now to brief us. That’s why they called the meeting. It’s all over the news right now and they’ve even called in the military to secure the borders in case he tries to escape the country.”
You let out a heavy exhale, massaging your temples. You felt responsible somehow, even though this was never your fault in the first place and Jungwon, being your childhood best friend for years, immediately grabbed your shoulders and faced you to look up at him.
“Don’t even think about it. This is not your fault at all, Bae Y/N,” he added quickly before you could even open your mouth, “And no. You’re not going to help them find him either.”
You blinked, ready to protest when Director Lee suddenly made his way up the stairs connecting to the stage, striding towards the microphone set up for him already.
The hall immediately fell silent, everyone’s attention fixated on Lee as he cleared his throat, his voice grave as he addressed the crowd.
“Greetings everyone. I trust you all know why we’re collected here today.”
Murmurs of agreement rippled through the crowd of agents.
“At precisely 13:17 pm, Jang Seohyun reportedly escaped from the high-security prison he was lodged at, with no lead as to his current or future whereabouts.”
The murmuring and hushed whispers started again, this time growing louder with more concern and agitation until Lee raised his hand for silence again.
“With the help of rival gangs that he manipulated, Jang staged a riot as a cover, along with the help of a violent internal prison power shift and escaped through a maintenance tunnel he somehow knew existed.”
You could feel Jungwon’s grip on your wrist grow tighter as Lee continued his briefing.
“This was one of our most highly anticipated missions in the past. And I think we’re all familiar with the fact that Bae Y/N went undercover alone and managed to thwart his plans, resulting in his imprisonment.”
He paused, his gaze flickering over to where you were standing and you could hear gentle applause and soft cheers reaching your ears faintly.
“Unfortunately, it has been brought to our attention that Y/N’s life could potentially be at risk. Seohyun’s objective is to enact revenge on her. Especially as she played a major role on behalf of AISA, to terminate this criminal’s wrongdoings in the past.”
You froze, feeling all eyes on you now, including Jungwon’s and you didn’t like all this attention on you.
“As a result, although we are completely aware of Y/N’s outstanding abilities to handle herself and her safety, we will be assigning adequate security to protect her, so I can assure you all that the worries and concerns of her friends and colleagues relayed to us will be acknowledged.”
Lee stopped for a moment, taking a split second to glance around at all the troubled faces in the crowd before proceeding, “A personal protection detail is currently being put together for her safety. These include the special protection forces we have for emergency situations such as this one. We will also be increasing the security measures within AISA, so please cooperate.”
“Also, do not take this lightly because this is something extremely serious we’re dealing with. I must encourage each and every one of you to exercise extreme caution when going about your everyday life. Jang can use anyone within the agency to target Y/N and none of you must risk your lives or hers for his sake. Remember your training. It has become crystal clear that Jang Seohyun’s main objective is to hunt down Y/N as she betrayed him with her fake identity and to reclaim the fear and dominance he once commanded an empire with. Thank you.”
Director Lee said firmly, everyone paying rapt attention to what he had left to say.
“Good luck and stay safe agents. This man must not be underestimated and each and every one of you were trained to handle situations like this. So continue to be vigilant.”
Director Lee’s office was silent except for the hum of the overhead lights.
Jungwon burst into the office, his heavy footsteps reverberating through the otherwise quiet space. His jaw tight and determination radiating off of him.
Lee rose to his feet, not bothering to sit when Jungwon stood opposite his desk.
“Yang Jungwon. You requested an emergency audience. Make it quick.”
Jungwon’s fists clenched at his sides, “It’s about her. About Y/N.”
Lee exhaled sharply, already knowing where this was going, “She already has a protection detail assigned. I mentioned this during the emergency meeting.”
“That detail isn’t enough,” Jungwon said, voice low but steady, “You know it isn’t. Jang isn’t someone to mess with.”
Lee’s eyes narrowed, “Are you questioning my judgement, Yang?”
“I’m questioning the fact that you’re sending practical strangers to guard someone who doesn’t even trust people like that,” Jungwon stepped closer.
Lee scoffed, though Jungwon could’ve sworn he saw the corners of his lips tilt up slightly, “Personal attachment clouds judgement you know.”
“No,” Jungwon calmly shot back, “Personal attachment sharpens it.”
The director’s eyebrows lifted, “Explain then.”
Jungwon swallowed hard, but his voice didn’t waver.
“Y/N isn’t just another civilian asset. She’s my childhood best friend. I know her routines, her fears and her tells. I know how she reacts under pressure. I know how she fights back even when she’s scared. And I know exactly how the person targeting her thinks. We all know how he thinks.”
Lee crossed his arms, “You’re too close for this.”
Jungwon shook his head, “I’m the only one close enough to keep her alive.”
The director didn’t respond, so Jungwon continued, voice suddenly tightening with emotion he couldn’t hide.
“When we were kids, she used to wait outside my house every morning because she said she felt safer walking with me to school. When her father got sick, I was the one who stayed with her and her family at the hospital. When she was recruited as an asset for Jang Seohyun’s mission? She told me she wasn’t afraid because she knew I’d be somewhere in the world watching her back regardless.”
He took a breath when he was finished his rant, “I refuse to let her down now.”
Lee’s expression didn’t change, but the room felt heavier.
“You’re basically asking me to assign you as her personal bodyguard,” he said gravely.
“I’m telling you I’m the best candidate,” Jungwon corrected, “I know about the man hunting her. I’m sure it wouldn’t take long to understand his patterns and his rage properly. And I’m certain he’ll go after her in ways your assigned detail won’t anticipate. Mark my words.”
Lee’s voice dropped, eyes intently gazing at Jungwon, “And what happens if your emotions compromise the mission?”
Jungwon met his gaze without flinching, “Then you can strip my badge the moment she’s safe. But until then, I’m not stepping aside.”
The director studied him for a long moment, “You’re willing to risk your career for her?”
Jungwon’s answer was immediate, “I’m willing to risk everything for her.”
Then Director Lee sighed, rubbing his temple.
“You’re rather stubborn,” he muttered.
Finally, Lee looked up properly at him.
“Fine. You’ll be assigned as her temporary personal bodyguard. But if you slip-”
“Well then, if you hesitate-”
“And if your feelings interfere-”
Jungwon’s voice softened, “My feelings are why she’ll survive.”
Lee paused, then nodded once, “Then go. She’s in the briefing room.”
Jungwon didn’t waste a second. He turned, heading for the door, determination burning in his dark, cat eyes.
Lee called out after him, amusement lacing his tone, “Protecting her won’t be easy.”
Jungwon didn’t slow down.
“It doesn’t have to be easy. It just has to be me.”
Jungwon found you before you could even fully step out of the briefing room to leave.
You had a duffel-bag sitting half-zipped on the table, with a few personal things from your office tucked inside that you wanted to keep with you for the time being - your badge, favorite portable and handy dagger, plus a photograph of you and Jungwon when you both were kids at a picnic that both sets of your parents put together.
He steps in, closing the door behind him.
You look up as he enters, the weight of the situation now settling in between you both.
“So it’s official,” you say softly, fingers tightening around the strap of your bag.
“Temporary leave. Protection detail. And- you?” You added quickly, catching his questioning gaze as to how you figured it out so fast, “Lee just called me before you came in.”
He exhales, slow and controlled, but his eyes give him away - relief, determination and something heavier still brewing inside them from since his conversation in Director Lee’s office.
“Yep. Me,” he walked closer, stopping just a few feet in front of you.
“I think he’ll sign me off just now. I’m your assigned protection until we neutralize the threat. And believe me, Jang won’t get away with this.”
You nod, trying to process everything at once, “I didn’t think they’d pull me off active duty. You know damn well I could handle myself.”
“They had to, Y/N,” he responded, his voice firm, but not unkind.
“You’re his target. Don’t you remember how he didn’t even bother to hide his malice for you the first time he saw you at trial after the situation? I’m not letting anything happen to you because of your overconfidence in yourself.”
You grumbled under your breath, looking at your half-packed things, knowing you still needed to include some stuff from your apartment before hiding out, “This feels surreal. Weird even. One minute I’m preparing for my next mission, the next I’m being escorted out like I’m fragile.”
Jungwon stepped closer, lowering his voice as he gently grasped underneath your chin with his fingers, tilting your head up, “You’re not fragile. You’re the strongest person I know. But strength doesn’t stop bullets- or murder even, so this guy isn’t playing games.”
You meet his eyes solemnly, “You really think he’s coming after me of all people then?”
His jaw tightens, uncertain of if he should reveal this information to you before finally giving in, “He already tried. The agency intercepted chatter last night. He knows your real name, plus remembers your face and your role in putting him away. He’s clearly had his revenge planned for a long time while holing up in that prison.”
Silence stretched within the room for a long moment.
Then Jungwon added, quieter, “I should’ve done that mission instead of you. I warned Lee it would be risky. And I pushed to replace you. Hard.”
You paused, torn between making a joke and being serious, before deciding on the latter, “Why?”
He hesitated - just a second - before answering.
“Because I know you. I know how you move and how you think during missions. And because if something happened to you while someone else was watching your back-?”
Jungwon shook his head, “I wouldn’t survive that. You know this.”
You look at him, the truth settling in your chest, “So what now?”
He straightened up, slipping back into his professional mode even though his eyes stayed soft for you, “Now? We leave. Low-profile transport. Safe house outside the city. But we’ll have to make two quick stops to get what we need from our apartments.”
You zip up your bag, slinging it over your shoulder.
“And you’ll be with me the whole time?” You asked, lifting your eyebrows.
“Every second,” he responded calmly and you caught the light tease in his tone, “Whether you like it or not.”
You tried to flash a small smile, though it came out wider and tinged with relief.
“Sounds great wouldn’t you say?”
His expression shifted and your observant eyes immediately caught the faint imprints of his adorable dimples on his cheeks.
“Brilliant,” he murmured, “Because I’m not losing you.”
He reached for your bag, taking it from your shoulder as if it weighed nothing.
And together, you walked out of the briefing room - your old life behind you and your new reality waiting outside the door.
The safe house was tucked along the edge of the city, just on the borders of the countryside - quiet, still and wrapped in layers of security, undetectable to anyone else, that made it feel like a world apart.
For the first time in weeks since staying here with Jungwon, you felt like you could breathe without checking over your shoulder.
And for the first time in years, Jungwon could watch over you without pretending it was just duty.
You both settled into a rhythm that felt strangely natural as the time went by.
Weeks turned into months while you two remained constantly updated by AISA and your friends about what was happening in the city.
Unfortunately for you and you were itching to return to work, Jang Seohyun was nowhere close to being found, his whereabouts unknown so far despite the amount of forces combined to look for him.
Somehow, the nights became the hardest. You weren’t sure if it was because of how uncomfortable you felt with not being able to proceed with your everyday life as per normal. Or if it was because you were annoyed of how paranoid and overprotective Jungwon was becoming by the evening.
One night, with silence pressed against the windows and the hum of the security system filling the rooms like a heartbeat, you couldn’t sleep.
After tossing and turning for hours, unsuccessfully falling asleep, you slipped out of your bedroom, rubbing your tired eyes.
You weren’t surprised to find Jungwon awake, having encountered him on random evenings before with a blanket thrown over his shoulders as he sat on the couch, often zoning out.
Tonight was no different and you teased softly, “Again? You’re going to wear out that couch.”
Jungwon glanced up, a small smile tugging at his lips, “Couldn’t sleep.”
You moved to sit beside him, close enough that your knees brushed, “You hardly could. Even when we were teenagers.”
He huffed out a quiet laugh, “Yeah. Back then, you’d stay up with me. Talk about anything until I forgot whatever was bothering me.”
You tilted your head slightly, studying him, “You know, come to think about it. You can still do that.”
Jungwon looked at you - really looked at you - and something warm flickered in his eyes as he slowly nodded, accepting your offer.
“I realized,” he murmured.
“That’s why it’s easier when you’re awake too.”
The conversation drifted from mission updates to childhood memories, then to things neither of you had ever said aloud.
With your voices softened and your shoulders leaned closer, the space between you and Jungwon felt charged with something unspoken.
Being confined together brought old memories to the surface - ones neither of you ever talked about.
“Do you remember the night before I left for training? I never thought you’d want to be a spy too so I applied to AISA early for their summer training program instead, when one of their agents wanted to recommend me.”
You nodded, “You disappeared. I thought you were avoiding me because of that awful argument we had prior.”
“I wasn’t,” Jungwon’s voice was low, “I almost came to your house. I wanted to tell you I was scared. But I didn’t want you to see me like that. And we weren’t allowed to contact anyone once we had access to the agency, so I just let the time pass instead.”
You stared over at him, stunned, “I wish you had. I would’ve stayed up with you before you left that night. Like always.”
He swallowed hard, something like regret reflecting in those otherwise innocent, boba eyes of his, “I know. I realized that way after I enlisted. That’s why it hurt more.”
You shifted closer, your shoulder brushing his.
“Remember when you fell out of that willow tree and broke your arm?”
He laughed softly, “How could I forget? You cried more than I did.”
You looked down at your hands, “I cried because- I thought I’d lose my best friend forever. I didn’t know how to say that back then.”
Jungwon went still, his expression unreadable, “You never told me that.”
He slowly reached out, fingers twitching as he hesitated at first, before gently hooking a finger under your chin so you’d look at him, “You can tell me anything now, you know.”
Your voice trembled slightly, though you remained composed, “I know.”
Confessions like these settled between you two like something fragile and precious - something that had always existed but never had room to breathe until now.
The kitchen became your unofficial meeting place.
Morning sunlight spilled across the counters as you two moved around each other with a familiarity that surprised both of you.
One afternoon, you were chopping vegetables for dinner while Jungwon stirred a pot on the stove.
You two kept bumping into each other accidentally, laughing under your breaths.
“You’re in my way, Won,” you said teasingly, nudging him with your hip.
“You’re in my way, Y/N,” he countered, nudging you back and nearly sending you flying, much to his amusement.
You flicked water at him from the running tap in the sink, making Jungwon gasp dramatically, “Assaulting a fellow agent? That’s bold.”
“Oh please,” you scoffed, “you’ve survived worse.”
Jungwon stepped behind you then, reaching up over your shoulder to grab a spice jar.
His chest brushed your back - light, accidental, but enough to make you go rigid and inhale sharply under your breath, though he picked up on the tension.
He himself froze, his heartbeat picking up speed and he prayed you wouldn’t hear, “Sorry.”
You didn’t turn around, fingers gripping the edge of the sink tightly as you fought to remain composed, nails digging against the metal.
“It’s okay,” you whispered back in response, but you didn’t move away.
You expected him to back away, yet he didn’t and you could hear your own pulse roaring in your ears by now.
Jungwon set the spice jar aside and you watched his hands plant themselves on either side of the kitchen sink, trapping you.
You pretended not to care or even notice, busying yourself with washing the sprig of cilantro in your hands.
He watched you silently, analyzing your stiff back and shoulders against him and the way you refused to turn your head and make eye contact with him since he stepped closer to you.
“You’re drenching it,” he observed, watching the leaves get soggy and you let out a quiet scoff under your breath.
“Then move so I can chop it up,” you shot back, trying to get him to back away.
Jungwon merely took the cilantro from your hands, setting it aside on the cutting board nearby before speaking up before you could say anything, “Why should I? I forgot how easy it is to be around you.”
He tilted his head forward a bit so he can see you better and you nudged him gently with your elbow pressing against the surprisingly firm planes of his stomach, “You never forgot. Both of us just got busy with our own things, I guess.”
He shook his head, though amusement twinkled in his eyes as he purposely pressed a bit closer up against you, his voice dropping to a slightly seductive whisper against your ear, “No. I think I just forgot what it felt like to have a home.”
Your breath caught, but you skillfully masked it, feeling a bit bold now you piped up, “Is that what this feels like?”
He didn’t answer. He didn’t need to.
You suddenly stiffened, this time quite obvious as Jungwon’s toned arms carefully shifted to snake around your waist.
He pulled you back to him gently, with you letting out a soft gasp of his name in response, bewildered, “Jungwon!”
He just hummed in response, heart pounding so fast in your chest that you could’ve sworn it might fall out as you felt his breath hit the nape of your neck.
Jungwon inhaled deeply, murmuring as his arms tightened around you, “You smell really nice.”
You blinked, processing his words, your own voice coming out uncertain, “Oh I- thank you?”
He chuckled softly, moving to nuzzle against the crook of your neck and you subconsciously squealed at the ticklish sensation, your body trembling when you felt his breaths of laughter against your skin.
Before you knew it, you let your body sink against Jungwon’s chest and he let out a soft hum of approval under his breath, just holding you close for a bit.
It was only when you glanced over at the stove, noticing the boiling hot water almost overflowing from the rim did you shriek, startling Jungwon as he immediately let go of you and rushed over to handle the situation.
“Oh my god you ass, Yang Jungwon!” You scolded, in a not-so-stern voice at him to which he flashed you an amused and sheepish smile.
Though internally, you both were disappointed that your comfy moment couldn’t last a bit longer.
Neither of you brought up anything regarding what happened that night while preparing for dinner, but the signs were there.
From lingering touches, soft spoken words and even risky feats such as cozy cuddling during movie nights.
Something had shifted in the air between you and Jungwon and you were convinced that it was always there, even when you both were children, but only now beginning to unravel itself to you both.
You didn’t look up from the book in your lap, legs tucked comfortably beneath you by where you sat on the living room couch, curled under a blanket.
“You’re doing that thing again,” your voice was quiet, almost knowing.
“What thing?” He asked, not turning around from where he stood near a window, arms crossed and watching the impending storm brewing in the otherwise dark night sky.
“Brooding,” you glanced up momentarily, eyes flickering from his tall, imposing figure then to the fireplace that glowed low underneath the tv.
You flipped a page in your book, “You brood like it’s your full-time job now, you know. That bored?”
Jungwon finally turned around to look at you, eyes exasperated but fond as you heard the soft patter of rain begin to fall against the windows, “I’m not brooding. I’m just- thinking.”
“Same thing,” you teased lightly, a cheeky smile playing on your lips.
He walked over, dropping on to the couch beside you, “I’m thinking about him.”
You closed your book, giving him your full attention, “Jang Seohyun?”
“Yeah,” his jaw tightened, “He hasn’t acted yet. And I’m curious as to why. He’s smart. Somehow surprisingly patient. But we know he’s angry.”
You shrugged lightly, “Let him be angry all he wants. I’m not exactly helpless and as of right now, he can’t find me.”
“I know you’re not,” he spoke up quickly, “but that’s not the point.”
You raised your eyebrows, “Then what is?”
Jungwon hesitated, eyes flickering towards the window again, watching the rain begin to pour outside, “He’s unpredictable. And he’s been off the grid for a long time. No sightings. No chatter. Nothing.”
You leaned back, casually stretching your legs out with a soft sigh, “Maybe he’s hiding. Or maybe he’s scared of me and you.”
Jungwon shot you an unamused look, “Y/N.”
“What?” You drawled innocently, “We’re terrifying aren’t we?”
“You’re impossible,” he muttered under his breath, but you could’ve sworn you saw the corner of his mouth twitch.
You nudged his knee with yours, “Tell me what you’re actually worried about. I know you all too well, Won.”
He sighed heavily, “If he finds this place-”
“He won’t,” you cut him off firmly, “You said it yourself.”
“I know, I know,” he continued, voice low, “but if he does, you know he doesn’t give a shit about the downfall of the agency. He’s only determined to get his hands on you.”
You didn’t flinch, already coming to terms and successfully processing your life’s position right now, “Good. Saves me the trouble of hunting him down myself then to turn him in.”
Jungwon stared at you, frustrated and fond all at once, “You joke like this only because you think it’ll make me relax.”
You grinned, “Is it working?”
You shifted closer, blanket brushing his arm now and Jungwon subconsciously wrapped his arm around you, pulling your body closer against his.
“You worry too much,” you chided softly.
“And you don’t worry enough,” he shot back, “you’re way too relaxed here it seems.”
“That’s why we work together,” you said simply.
Jungwon looked down at where you had your head resting against his broad shoulder - really looked - and the room felt warmer, smaller and quieter.
You let your eyes shut for a moment with content when you felt his chin resting on top of your head, his lips brushing your hair.
After a few minutes of peaceful quiet, both of you zoning out individually, with you playing with Jungwon’s fingers and him gazing intently at the glowing fireplace, you finally broke the silence.
“You know,” you began softly, “I’m not afraid of him. I just hate that he’s trying to ruin my life like this.”
“I know,” he replied solemnly, “but I am.”
You blinked, shifting your gaze to look up at him as you lifted your head, furrowing your eyebrows, “You’re afraid of him?”
“No, silly,” he gently pinched the tip of your nose, “I’m afraid of what might happen if he got to you before I did.”
Your teasing expression softened, a tender smile playing on your lips at his action, “You’ve always been like this.”
“Protective,” you said, voice observant, “Even when I didn’t need it.”
“You don’t get it. No one does. I’m not protective because you’re weak, Y/N. I’m protective because you matter.”
You went still for a moment and Jungwon felt your rigid body against his.
Clearing your throat lightly, blinking away the surprise, you continued, “So what’s your plan then, Mr. Overthinker?”
Jungwon didn’t hesitate, “I’m staying with you. Tonight and from now on, by your side.”
You blinked, “In the living room?”
“In your room,” he responded, nonchalantly.
You raised your eyebrows, a teasing smile creeping up on your lips, “Bold.”
He chuckled deeply, his voice dropping a fraction, “Yeah? You wanna see bold?”
You let out a soft yelp, eyes going wide as Jungwon suddenly and rather effortlessly, pulled you on to his lap, your legs dangling over one side of his.
You gripped his broad shoulders tightly, fingers fisting his hoodie as you fought the urge to smack him, though internally you didn’t mind the position at all.
“Are you insane?!” You exclaimed, breath hitching the moment his face leaned closer, nose brushing yours as his hot breath hit your face steadily with soft puffs.
“Maybe,” he responded lightly.
You studied him for a long moment, slowly becoming aware of the fact that your rapid heartbeats were somehow in sync before you tried to mask your feelings once more, “You think I need a babysitter?”
“Nope,” he replied simply, eyes dropping to your lips as he kept talking, “I just think I need to be close enough to stop anything before it starts.”
You crossed your arms, “You’re doing anything but stopping. Sleeping with me is a stretch if you ask me.”
He just shrugged lightly in response and you relented, “Fine.”
“But only because you look like you’ll explode if I say no.”
Jungwon smiled, pleased at your response and didn’t hesitate to carefully capture your lips with his soft ones, kissing you tenderly.
You closed your eyes, bunching up his hoodie with your hands from how tightly you were holding on to him as you kissed him back, slowly and surely.
Jungwon kissed you like you were something delicate that he somehow couldn’t get enough of, one of his warm hands cupping your face while the other remained around your waist to keep you steady on his lap.
You loved the taste of his lips and the way his mouth moved against yours, not wanting this moment to end even as he teasingly licked at the seam of your lips with his tongue, pulling away before you could even so much as part them.
“Thank you,” he actually responded to your previous words this time, forehead resting against yours as you both caught your breath.
You cleared your throat, cheeks burning as you tried to joke, “Don’t thank me yet. I kick in my sleep.”
He groaned, pressing a soft kiss to your nose as he played along, “Of course you do. Thought you grew out of that habit when you were younger.”
You grinned, settling comfortably against his chest, body sinking into his, “Relax. If Jang comes here, we’ll handle it. Together.”
Jungwon gazed down at you, fingers reaching up to stroke your hair tenderly, eyes warm.
“Morning,” you heard Jungwon’s voice, hoarse and raspy from grogginess, whisper against your ear as your sleepy eyes fluttered open.
You let out a quiet groan, shifting closer, seeking his warmth surrounding you and feeling his arms tighten even further around your body in response.
Finally blinking your bleary eyes open, you adjusted to the faint sunlight streaming in from your bedroom’s curtains as you looked at him, lifting your head.
Your vision swam for a moment until Jungwon’s handsome face came clearly into view, a small, fond smile on his lips.
“Good morning,” you managed out sleepily and Jungwon let out a deep chuckle, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead as he held you firmly.
“Slept well? Wait don’t answer that. I believe you did because look at the time,” he rasped out, eyes flickering over to the digital alarm clock behind you on the bedside table.
You rolled your eyes, feeling awfully content with the position you were in right now.
Tangled up against Jungwon’s larger body as he kept you nestled comfortably against his chest.
Groaning, you murmured out, “What time is it?”
“11:27,” he said simply, making you snap your head back to the clock.
Jungwon laughed softly, thumb absentmindedly stroking your hip where your leg was tossed over his.
“Looks like I need to sleep with you more often,” he teased lightly.
You blushed, burying your face against the crook of his neck, “Shut up. You make it sound so weird.”
“It’s only weird if you think it’s weird,” he murmured, kissing the top of your head as his free hand stroked the curve of your back.
“How long have you been up?” You asked curiously.
“A while,” he responded vaguely.
You furrowed your eyebrows, lifting your head to look up at him, unconvinced, “A while?”
“Mhm,” he nodded, meeting your eyes tenderly, “why?”
“You seem rather energetic for someone that’s been awake for ‘a while’ you know,” you replied, eyes narrowed.
Jungwon bubbled out a soft laugh as he relented, “Okay maybe a few hours? I was up since around 9 or 10 something I believe?”
You blinked, “What? And you didn’t think to get out my bed?”
He laughed, shaking his head, responding simply, “Nope.”
A small smirk creeped up on his lips, “You really want the answer to that?”
He shifted, the sheets tangling as he moved to hover over you, hands planted on either side of your body.
Jungwon leaned closer, his lips brushing yours as he murmured, “I like watching you sleep, honey.”
You snapped your eyes open, stunned at his confession, “What?! You’re telling me you sat and watched me sleep for like two hours?”
He hummed, his smirk growing as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips.
You realized how much he loved kissing you, even if it was the smallest of pecks, especially since you both kissed last night.
“Yang Jungwon!” You exclaimed, your face turning crimson red at the thought of him watching you sleep like that.
“What?” He mused, eyes brimming with innocence.
You blinked rapidly, trying to process his confession, “Isn’t that weird?”
He tilted his head, eyeing you, “How so?”
You spluttered, “Well- because I mean-?!”
Jungwon simply arched an eyebrow down at you and you groaned, squeezing your eyes shut as he watched you get flushed with embarrassment.
He leaned down, lips grazing your forehead as he spoke, the sound of his deep voice reverberating down your spine when he teased you, “You seem to enjoy that fact, don’t you? That I like watching you sleep?”
You couldn’t respond, knowing he was right, your voice catching in your throat as Jungwon let out a hoarse laugh, patting your cheek as he sat up and climbed off of you.
“Come on. Let’s shower and I’ll make brunch for us as it’s already a bit too late for breakfast.”
You grumbled under your breath, rubbing the remaining sleep out of your eyes.
And you failed to notice the tent that formed in Jungwon’s sweatpants, which has been agonizing his soul since his arousal started an hour back.
You felt like teasing Jungwon back, wanting him to experience just as how hot and bothered he made you feel earlier that morning.
You dressed in a thin strapped white tank top, purposely wearing no bra, along with the tiniest pair of black boy shorts you owned, allowing it to hug the soft curve of your ass.
Taking a good look at yourself in the mirror, you let out a satisfied hum to yourself as you threw your hair into a messy bun.
It was summer either way.
When you slipped out your bedroom, the aroma of buttery pancakes wafted through the air to your nose.
You stopped just short of the entrance to the kitchen, catching sight of Jungwon bustling around smoothly as he prepared brunch for you both.
When he caught sight of you - his gaze just so happening to drift over to where you were standing, you immediately noticed how stiff he got.
You fought the amused smirk threatening to creep up on your face at how comical he appeared to be - gaze subconsciously trailing along your body, but unfocused at the same time as he processed what he was seeing, the way his lips parted and sealed themselves constantly like a fish out of water, along with the spatula forgotten in his tightly clenched fist.
Instinctively, you let your lower lip get caught between your teeth, mainly to hold your laughter in, but the effect was instantaneous on Jungwon as you watched his gaze darken.
Finally finding his voice, he managed out - voice coming out as more of a croak if anything, “You-”
You raised your eyebrows, mocking him, “I?”
He blinked rapidly for a minute, trying to catch himself, “You’re- um- done showering I see?”
It cracked you up to see Jungwon like this, utterly dumbfounded. And you wanted nothing more than to buckle over with relentless laughter in his face, but you held yourself together skillfully, remaining composed and innocent.
“Yeah,” your voice trailed off, tilting your head innocently, “So what?”
“Y/N-” Jungwon tried to speak, but was only able to say your name for a moment, gaze instinctively dropping down to where your nipples were peeking through the thin fabric you were wearing over your chest.
He barely managed to restrain the desire threatening to seep into his voice, “You’re not wearing a bra.”
“Mhm and? It’s hot, Wonie,” you teased, “Summer remember?”
You pointed out the kitchen window, where the sunlight was shining down on the backyard garden outside, but Jungwon didn’t even bother to avert his gaze from your body.
You watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed thickly, eventually clearing his throat and snapping his eyes back up to your face with much effort, catching your amused expression before you could shift back into neutrality.
“You’re doing this on purpose,” he managed, eyes growing wide with realization as he pointed his spatula at you.
“You’re enjoying this,” he continued, horrified now.
You finally let the giggles you’ve been holding back spill past your lips, holding on to the wall to support yourself from tumbling over from the force of your laughter.
Jungwon stared at you - appalled, using the opportunity to take in the clothes barely covering your body.
You didn’t even notice when he turned off the stove and set his spatula down, pulling off his apron that clung to his enticingly broad shoulders as he approached you.
Your laughter immediately got cut short when he quickly and effortlessly scooped you up into his arms, holding you up as your back collided with the wall.
You felt your breath knock out of your lungs as you stared at him, stunned.
“Wha- what was that for?!” You yelled at him, but he only narrowed his eyes up at you, his grip tightening on your hips.
“Legs around my waist,” he commanded, his voice low.
“W-what?” You blinked, stunned at his audacity and at the command.
He wasn’t playing around now, his teeth gritted and you couldn’t even see an inkling of playfulness in his behavior at the moment.
However, the thought that you overstepped your boundaries and pushed him to his limit somehow made an intense sense of satisfaction swirl up inside your stomach.
You decided to play along, already turned on as it is and wrapped your legs around his waist, hands going to his broad shoulders as your fingers slowly and teasingly massaged the muscles there over his tshirt.
“Good girl,” he leaned up, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, “You thought you could tease me? Test me like that?”
You didn’t know how to respond, only growing further and further speechless for words as his lips nipped lightly at your earlobe, growing rougher as he trailed down, licking and pressing deep kisses to the spot just below your ear.
“Answer me,” he ground out through gritted teeth, tongue dragging along your jawline as your head subconsciously tilted back to give him better access to your skin, a quiet gasp leaving your lips.
“Didn’t you hear what I said?” He questioned when you didn’t answer, one of his hands moving up along your stomach to squeeze your breast hard through your top.
When you only let out a shameless moan in response, clearly enjoying his touch, Jungwon tsked, “I said answer me, honey.”
“N-no,” you managed to choke out in response to his question, between breathless gasps, back arching slightly off the wall as you felt his fingers rolling your hardening nipple skillfully through fabric.
“Hm? You sure? Because I don’t think you’d wear things like this by accident, do you?” He mumbled, his voice dropping to a whisper as his lips attacked the skin of your neck.
You could only shake your head, already losing track of the questions he was asking as he pulled away, making you whine in response.
“Stand up,” his eyes met your slightly dazed ones, disoriented with desire and obedience.
You straightened up with his free hand on your hip steadying you, before it slid down and disappeared straight underneath the waistband of your shorts, making you tense up for moment and gasp out loud.
Jungwon let out a knowing chuckle, a smirk pulling at one of the corners of his lips as he felt how soaked you were on his fingers.
“No panties too? You were just dying to have me weren’t you, honey?” He nuzzled his nose against yours, the tender gesture a stark contrast to the way he was touching you.
He pushed your top up, letting the material bunch around the tops of your chest, eyes marveling as he scanned the sight of your breasts out in the open for him.
You could only whimper in response, lost in the haze of his fingers brushing your glistening folds in your shorts, palm pressing up against you pussy as he ground against your wetness with a maddeningly pleasurable pace that drove you wild.
“Such pretty tits-” you heard him murmur out, before his head dropped down so his mouth could take one of your erect nipples, his hand still rubbing you between your legs.
You threw your head back, letting out a little sigh of relief at the pleasure, your eyes fluttering shut as soft moans and breathy whimpers left your lips.
Jungwon didn’t need to ask you anything or even speak to know if you were feeling good, your sinful sounds were more than enough to help him understand and even increase the intense throbbing of his painfully hard cock in his sweats.
When you started grinding against the heel of his palm, seeking more and more friction with your body, Jungwon pushed two of his fingers up into your gummy walls without hesitation, his mouth moving to lavish attention to your other breast as he continued to lick and suck at your swollen skin.
And God did you feel amazing on just his fingers. He couldn’t wait to feel you around his cock.
Your moans grew louder, his name spilling past your lips in a breathless cry as his fingers thrusted with purpose - in and out your pussy with a pace that only quickened by the second.
He smiled around your nipple - soaked with saliva as he pulled away to lick a stripe up from between your breasts to your lips, capturing your mouth with his hot one.
Jungwon kissed you steadily, barely keeping you in your senses and avoiding you from spiraling from pleasure as his free hand continued to caress and massage your breasts, occasionally nudging his upper palm against your folds dripping all over his hand as he relentlessly fingered you.
When your lips parted with muffled whimpers, he used the opportunity to push his tongue into the caverns of your mouth, his tongue dancing with yours as he sunk his fingers deeper into you, hitting that sweet spot that made your body shatter before you could even say so.
You came with a stifled cry into his mouth, drenching his fingers with your release as you came, walls squeezing him.
Jungwon let out a satisfied hum, helping you to ride through your orgasm as he broke the kiss, a string of saliva still connecting your lips before he swiped it away with his tongue.
He slowly pulled his fingers out of you, pushing down your shorts with his free hand so he could see the mess you made, not wanting to overstimulate you too much and glanced down at your cum all over his digits.
His delighted eyes flickered up, watching the blissed out expression on your face and the satisfaction in your half-lidded eyes.
“Suck,” he demanded, though his voice had turned soft as he held out his soaked fingers to you.
You blinked slowly, processing his words before you parted your lips as a silent offering.
He pushed them inside your mouth, a dark glint sparkling in his eyes as he watched your lips wrap around his fingers and suck your cum off of them, tongue swirling.
The sight and sensation only made him harder, his cock begging for relief, but he ignored it, focusing on you and only you.
When you were done, he extracted his fingers from your mouth, fingers with your saliva running along your stomach as he sank down to his knees, eyes never leaving yours.
You blinked, eyes going wide when you understood where this was going now.
“Wait no- Won I- I can’t-” you tried to protest with a hoarse whine, but your words instantly dissolved into a shaky moan as you felt Jungwon’s eager tongue pressing up against your folds - covered with the remnants of your release.
Your fingers immediately sank into his soft hair, head falling back and your lips shaping into a small ‘o’ as he pressed soft kisses and careful kitten licks to your swollen clit.
Once he cleaned you up with his tongue, he pushed his face a bit more further against your pussy, hands prying your legs apart to accommodate him better.
His nose bumped your clit steadily, adding to the intense burn of pleasure settling into your stomach as you gasped and cried out, barely able to speak and resorting to just letting yourself feel everything as Jungwon ate you out.
You felt his tongue ravish your folds between your legs, occasionally humming in approval at your taste as vibrations reverberated up your spine.
“W-won I- I can’t-” you tried to gasp out again, barely able to contain the release bubbling up in you as you writhed and squirmed.
But Jungwon only kept going, if anything intensifying his actions as he pushed his tongue up lightly into your sopping hole, to which you responded with a wild jolt of your hips as his name spilled past your mouth in a scream.
He smirked at your reaction, your moans only pleasing him by the minute as he sucked and nipped at your folds, your arousal smearing along his mouth, chin and surrounding cheek area.
When he felt your body tense, your second orgasm about to hit, Jungwon delved his tongue up further against your wet walls, swirling around the spongy muscle there as your moans and whimpers grew higher in pitch.
It didn’t take too long for you to come again, practically drenching his entire face from the way he guided your hips to grind against his face, barely able to hold yourself up with the hands on the wall behind you as your knees shook.
Jungwon pressed soft kisses and licks to your pussy to calm your body down, helping you through your orgasm before pulling away and licking all over his mouth with wherever his tongue could reach.
He scooped you up bridal style, pressing tender kisses all over your utterly content face, as he walked towards the counter to clean you up, mumbling as he went while you remained blissed out and limp in his arms.
“You did so well for me, honey,” his lips brushing your forehead as he spoke.
“So fucking good for me.”
The kitchen was filled with the soft clink of utensils a week later.
Encouraged to strengthen the bond of your new-found relationship with Jungwon, you begged him to bake with you - a favorite past-time hobby of yours - and he relented.
You stood at the counter, whisk in hand, beating softened butter into a glass mixing bowl until it turned pale and fluffy.
Jungwon was leaning beside you, watching with a grin that made you shake your head as his wide cat eyes watched your every move - eager to help as he eyed your body in a casual, short, pink summer dress, the apron you were wearing only accentuating the soft curves of your body further.
“You’re staring again,” you said knowingly, switching to a wooden spoon.
“I’m supervising,” he replied, reaching behind you for the measuring spoons and lightly smacking your ass when his hand brushed your back.
“Not like anyone told you to wear such a pretty dress around me,” he commented, biting his lip as his eyes shamelessly trailed over your body.
You stiffened for a moment, your breath hitching as you shot his smirking figure a sideways glare.
You nudged him lightly with your elbow, “Supervisors don’t hover over the bowl.”
“Or me,” you added as an afterthought.
He held up a teaspoon, smiling cheekily, “Sugar?”
“Brown sugar first. Two scoops.”
Jungwon scooped one, then a half, then another half.
“That’s not two,” you sighed, rolling your eyes.
“It’s my interpretation of two, honey,” he hummed.
“You’re impossible,” you groaned, mentally face-palming yourself.
“And yet, you were the one that begged me to do this with you and let me help.”
You handed him the vanilla extract, “Alright then. One teaspoon, Mr. Helper. And don’t freestyle.”
Jungwon poured carefully, surprisingly precise, “See? I can follow orders.”
“Only when cookies are involved,” you teased lightly.
He smirked, raising his eyebrows, “Or when you’re involved you mean?”
You ignored the warmth bubbling up in your chest and reached for the flour, Jungwon grabbing the sifter before you could.
“I’ve got it,” he said confidently, tapping the metal rim so the flour drifted down like soft snow.
You watched him silently for a moment as you observed, “You’re actually good at this.”
“I’m good at everything,” he retorted teasingly, glancing over at you for a moment when he was done.
He reached over, lifting his free hand to brush a bit of flour off your cheek with his thumb.
You rolled your eyes, ears turning a soft shade of pink but you didn’t move away, “Pass me the spatula.”
Jungwon handed it over, fingers brushing yours. You felt a spark of electricity shoot through you at the touch and judging by the way he tensed slightly, he felt it too.
You folded the dough gently, then nodded towards the chocolate chips.
“Add them,” you instructed softly.
He poured a handful straight into the bowl.
“A handful is not a measurement, Won,” you chided softly.
“It is if you love chocolate,” he replied cheerily, “There’s no such things as too much of it. Also, can I melt the remainder later? Wanna do something.”
You bubbled out a laugh when he winked at you, “Fine. But for now, mix.”
He took the wooden spoon, stirring with exaggerated seriousness.
“Perfect technique,” he boasted.
“You’re stirring like you’re defusing a bomb,” you chuckled.
Jungwon shrugged lightly, “Same level of importance.”
You scooped dough on to the baking tray using a small ice-cream scoop and he followed after you, flattening each mound slightly with the back of a spoon.
He was standing directly behind you now, body pressed up against yours and his chin on top of your head as he worked, often pressing sweet kisses to your hair, not caring about the angles he’d have to bend his arms at to do his task.
“You’re making them too round,” he complained dramatically.
“They’re cookies, not tactical gear, dumbass,” you laughed.
He guided your hand gently, playing along as he intertwined his fingers above yours, “Still want them even.”
You leaned back a little, the hard planes of his body behind yours a constant reminder of how close he was against you and of your recent sexual encounters.
“Then help me,” you responded, though Jungwon had more than enough sense to figure out what you really wanted help with.
He looked down at you as you lifted your head up to meet his gaze, his hand trailing up from yours and along your arm while his hips teasingly rolled against you from behind.
You immediately groaned, playing innocent even though you basically started this, “Won- now’s not the time-”
“Hm?” Jungwon hummed, shifting his head to bury his face against your neck as he kissed and sucked dark marks against your skin, noticing the ones from a few days prior already fading.
“You said you wanted me to help you didn’t you? So I’m helping you now, honey-” he murmured out.
“I’m gonna make you feel so good okay?” He nipped at the dip of your collarbone, his hands freely roaming your body now as he undid your apron without missing a beat, pulling away only to lift it up and off of you.
You let out a soft whimper, practically melting back against him, all focus on making cookies forgotten as you pushed back against him for a moment, making him deepen the pace of his slow grinding against you.
“Jungwon please-” you let out, voice breathy as he used one of his free hands to grip your hips and keep you steady, the other reaching up and massaging the softness of your breast through your dress as you weren’t wearing a bra again.
“Please what honey? Needy for me already I see,” he mused, lifting his head just in time to catch your hand snaking down your dress to the hem.
“Nuh uh- that’s my pussy to play with,” he breathed against your ear, hand leaving your hip to grip at your wrist, pulling your hand away.
You whined in response, body trembling when he rolled his hips against your ass with a particularly slow and deep grind, wanting you to feel every inch of his arousal against yourself.
You couldn’t take it anymore, whirling around, impatiently looking up at him.
A mischievous glint twinkled in his eyes, ready to torment you further, “Wait.”
He pulled away from you, much to your disappointment, but you obeyed, desperate eyes watching his every move.
Jungwon grabbed the remainder of chocolate chips in the bowl, moving over to the microwave and setting a timer for a few seconds to let it melt.
Once it was done, the microwave beeping, he brought it back over to you, eyes still sparkling as he gestured to your mouth, dipping three fingers into the chocolate.
You eagerly parted your lips and he shoved his coated digits into your mouth.
You didn’t need to be told twice on what to do as you let your tongue swirl around his fingers, sucking and licking the chocolate clean off them.
A low groan of content reverberated in the back of Jungwon’s throat as he watched you, your widened, dark eyes gazing up at him as he wondered if you’d look this pretty sucking his cock too.
He pulled his fingers out your mouth, wiping your saliva along the exposed area of your upper chest and cleavage, before dipping his fingers in to chocolate again and running his fingers all over that area of your skin and along your neck messily.
After shoving a particularly thick dollop of the melted chocolate between your breasts, he set the half-empty bowl aside and hiked up your dress by your waist, not caring about the stains he was leaving on the pastel pink fabric.
He practically shoved his sweatpants and boxers down, cock jumping out, angry red tip slapping lightly against his stomach as he eyed the familiar sight of your puffy and glistening folds, begging to be touched.
“No panties again honey?” He teased, arching an eyebrow.
You didn’t even bother to answer him, eyes shamelessly roving over his thick and tempting cock - with its veins pulsing through skin beaded with pre-cum along the long shaft.
“My, my, my you really are my shameless slut now, aren’t you? You love my attention don’t you?” His hand reached up, lightly smacking at your clit, making your body tense up.
“You need me, Y/N?” He cooed, to which you nodded rather enthusiastically, eyes blown wide with need, “You sure, honey?”
You were practically squirming with excitement when he spread your legs wider, gently lifting you to sit up on the marble of the kitchen countertop as he stepped between your thighs, hands rubbing up and down them tenderly.
He lathered some of your slick on to his cock, guiding his tip to your soft folds before gently pushing through, making your hands quickly reach up and grip his broad shoulders tightly.
You let out a breathy gasp, already whining out and writhing from just half of him inside your wet and warm walls.
“Won mm- hold on- t-too much-” you tried to splutter out, feeling him split you open.
“Shh- you can take it baby, I promise. Take it for me,” he soothed gently, pressing sweet kisses all over your face as he kept stroking your thighs.
If he had to admit, he wanted nothing more than to lose all the resistance he was desperately clinging on to right now and rather just fuck you senseless.
You were squeezing him so tightly, your walls wrapping perfectly around his cock in ways of pure ecstasy that he’d never felt before.
When he finally bottomed out and you appeared to be much more relaxed - breathing ragged between mixed whimpers and gasps, as you felt full with him inside you, Jungwon let out a content sigh.
He didn’t dare move too fast for fear of hurting you, even if he wanted to be rough with sex he’d never want to harm you in any way.
So he kept up a slow and languid pace, making sure you could feel every inch of his cock rubbing your walls.
You had your head thrown back, eyes shut as sweet moans left your lips in a frenzy from the way Jungwon was making you feel.
His head dipped down, licking clean all the chocolate lathered on your body with a long strokes of his tongue from your neck and all the way down to bury his face between your tits.
Your fingers tangled in his hair, waves of ecstasy trembling through your body, whimpering his name as his tip kept rubbing that sweet spot deep up inside you.
He was still so gentle with everything, his cock dragging along your gummy walls as his lips pressed tender kisses to your sensitive skin.
Who knew vanilla sex with your childhood best friend could be this damn good?
You were gasping and moaning out, lips parted as your eyes fluttered open, eyebrows furrowing at a prickling feeling of being watched against your back.
You turned your head to look back, elbows propping you up on the counter, breathing labored still as Jungwon continued to lavish attention to your body, clearly not sensing anything amiss.
Your heart almost stopped, voice catching in your throat for a moment as you made eye contact with a sadistic face - eyes filled with pleasure and a twisted smirk on the man’s lips as he watched you and Jungwon fuck rather intently.
You could only see his face from where he was peeping by the entrance leading off from the kitchen and into the hallway, finally snapping back to reality and quickly trying to push Jungwon off of you.
“Won wait- Jungwon-!” you tried to get him to stop.
He let out a soft grunt of disapproval between the soft moans he was letting out, feeling your hands trying to pry him away from you, “Hm?”
“I’m serious- stop,” you managed to find your voice now, Jungwon snapping his head up to your face worriedly as he hastily pulled away from you, confused.
“What?! Are you hurt? What’s wrong, honey??” He scanned your face, glancing between where you were just conjoined, searching for injuries, before you quickly shoved your dress down.
You couldn’t believe it, when you thought about how you’d face this man, you never thought it would be like this.
“He’s here,” you hopped off the counter, helping Jungwon pull his own boxers and sweats up.
“What?” Jungwon furrowed his eyebrows, still a bit disoriented from the pleasure you both just felt to think straight.
“Jang Seohyun,” you turned back around to where you saw the man’s face, it felt like ice was doused down your body when you noticed he was gone, “I swear I just saw him there- Jungwon I-”
He frowned, immediately pulling you in for a tight hug to calm you down, tears welling up in your eyes from shock and soaking his tshirt as his eyes scanned the kitchen for any sign of Jang, stroking your back.
“Shh it’s okay, we’ll find him I promise. I just need you to calm down for me alright?”
You nodded, trying to fight more of your tears and how horrified you were at the moment as you wiped your eyes.
“Good girl. Come on, let’s get this son of a bitch.”
When you finally managed to compose yourself again, you were holding on to Jungwon’s free arm tightly as he grabbed a pair of spare guns you both kept hidden in one of the kitchen cupboards.
You also had your trusty dagger strapped to your thigh under your dress, just in case.
He handed you a pistol after checking to make sure it was okay, worried eyes flickering over to you as you appeared to still be a bit shaky and maybe even embarrassed about what happened.
He was too, definitely, but he had more important things to focus on.
Jang Seohyun had finally made his move and it was time for Jungwon to protect you at all costs.
“You alright?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper.
Before you could even nod and respond, a soft creak echoed from the hallway just outside the kitchen - slow, deliberate, as if someone was testing how much noise they could make without being heard.
He immediately moved in front of you, protective instincts kicking in, “Stay behind me.”
You rolled your eyes, trying to keep up your usual playful act, but Jungwon heard the tremble in your voice, “I can walk on my own, you know.”
“Sure. Humor me,” he muttered under his breath.
You both approached the hallway together, guns aimed and ready. The air felt heavier and colder, a shiver running down your spine at the thought of what you may find.
Jungwon reached for the only door at the direct end of the hallway - the storage room, hand hovering over the knob.
Then, a voice came from inside, deep and chilling.
One you particularly, recognized all too well.
“Finally,” Seohyun said calmly, “I was wondering how long it would take you two to notice. But then again, you both were rather- occupied might I suggest?”
Jungwon shoved the door open.
Jang stood in the middle of the room - relaxed, almost amused.
Dust coated his boots and a black jumpsuit he was wearing. A small duffel bag sat at his feet - half-unzipped, revealing surveillance equipment, most likely that he used to use from his tech company.
He’d been watching you both.
An uneasy feeling creeped up into the back of your mind at the thought and you carefully reached behind your back, pressing a hidden panic button on your smart watch without either Jungwon or Jang Seohyun noticing you.
You then suddenly stepped forward, jaw tight, “You were hiding here? In the agency’s safe house? How shameless can you get?”
He turned his gaze to you - slow, deliberate, predatory.
“You’re the one I came for. Of course I’d find a way to get in. But believe me darling, if anyone is shameless it’s you.”
He responded calmly, a knowing smile curling on his lips.
“You’re a rather enticing minx during sex aren’t you?”
Jungwon immediately moved between you and the other man, gun raised, “Don’t even think about touching her.”
Jang merely chuckled, arching an eyebrow, “You think you can stop me either way? I’ve been ten steps ahead of you since I escaped.”
You tilted your head, unimpressed, “If you were ten steps ahead of us, you wouldn’t be cornered in a storage room.”
The man smirked, “Cornered? I walked in here on purpose, darling.”
Jungwon’s grip on his gun tightened, “Why?”
Jang’s eyes flicked to you again, “To see how far you’d go to protect her. Obviously.”
You felt Jungwon stiffen beside you.
He continued, voice low and taunting, “You’re predictable. The moment I realized she wasn’t alone and had you now. I did as much research and background checks as I could. It’s rather admirable I’ll say. You’d burn the whole agency down even if it meant keeping her alive.”
He stepped forward, gun steady, “You’re done, Jang. Hands where I can see them.”
Seohyun raised his hands slowly - but his smirk didn’t fade.
“You still don’t get it,” he said, “I wasn’t hiding from you. In fact, I was in plain sight the entire time.”
He looked directly at you, “I was merely waiting for the right time. For you, darling.”
You crossed your arms, trying to keep up a bold front, expression sharp, “Well. Here I am. Now what?”
Jungwon shot you a look, “Y/N-”
“What?” You said, “He wanted me. So, let’s hear him out.”
Jang laughed softly, “I knew you’d be bold. I like that.”
Jungwon snapped, “Don’t talk to her like that.”
You nudged his arm, “Relax. I can handle a creep.”
“You shouldn’t have to,” he muttered in response under his breath.
Jang Seohyun watched you both with immense interest, “Ah. There it is. That chemistry and playfulness I’ve been waiting to see for myself. Willingly that is.”
Jungwon’s jaw clenched, “Shut up.”
Jang paid no attention as he continued, “You two are definitely a force not to be reckoned with wouldn’t say? And I mean with the way he was fucking you just now-”
“I said, shut up!” Jungwon cut him off, voice raised as his finger rested on the trigger of his pistol now.
Jang merely laughed, thoroughly amused and encouraged by Jungwon’s reaction as he glanced down at his body in the jumpsuit, making your cheeks flush a bright red when you noticed he actually got aroused from watching you two of you just now.
You stepped closer to him, voice soft but firm as you tried to compose yourself, despite how overwhelmed you felt, “Ignore him. He’s trying to get into our heads.”
Jungwon exhaled slowly, grounding himself, then held up his gun again, “This ends now.”
Seohyun’s smile finally faded, “Oh? Does it?”
And in one swift motion, one that Jungwon was anticipating, Jang kicked the duffel bag - sending a flash grenade rolling across the floor toward you both.
Your eyes widened, “Move!”
Another unfamiliar voice yelled from behind the three of you, from somewhere outside the storage room, “Get down!”
Someone grabbed you, pulling you on the floor behind them as the grenade detonated in a burst of blinding white light.
The world went white, gunfire erupting from behind you as backup drew closer and closer.
Your ears rang as you stayed down, praying to God that Jungwon was safe as you knew damn well the person holding you secure wasn’t him right now.
You felt the person’s arm around you, shielding you.
The gunfire ceased only when you heard a sharp grunt of pain, eyes going wide when you recognized Jungwon’s pained voice.
“Oh fuck,” you pushed yourself away from the person, rushing over to where Jungwon had collapsed to his knees on the storage room floor, hands clutching at a gunshot wound near his chest.
Heavily armed agents from your personal protection detail swiveled around you both and you barely registered their bustle or Jang Seohyun’s dead body on the floor - wheremultiple bullet holes were embedded all over his body, soaked in a pool of blood.
All you could think about was Jungwon’s injury, fingers shakily resting on top of his hands, not caring if the blood soaked through.
Your eyes blurred with tears, meeting Jungwon’s glassy ones, your voice breaking, “Fuck- no, no, no- Jungwon-”
You heard voices in the background, some faintly yelling for medics, but your own head was swimming at the moment, mind in a haze.
You tried to stay calm, tears streaming down your cheeks as you pressed down forcefully on his wound, doing your best to stop the bleeding.
Jungwon merely let out a soft laugh that mingled with pain, a strained smile wobbling on to his lips as he leaned over to kiss you tenderly.
You kissed him back, trying but failing to focus completely on the feel of his lips and he way he whispered against them, somehow completely calm as you heard people shouting all around you, the medical team barging in.
“It’s okay, Y/N. You did so good, honey. It’s over,” he kissed your forehead, bloody fingers intertwining with yours for a moment.
“I’ll be fine, I promise.” He grunted out, voice choked with pain.
Jungwon used his free arm to pull you tightly against him for a brief moment, honing all the remaining strength he could muster at this time to keep you close, even if it was just for a little bit.
“Baby, I would die for you, yeah” - Die For You, The Weeknd
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