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Pt 2. |SINNER|

About story: He was a sinner, she was a saint. Pairing: Kwon Jiyong x reader

‼️Content warning: Domestic/physical/verbal abuse.

Pt 1 HERE · · ─────── ·𖥸·

The first thing she felt against her bare skin was the harsh wind of the morning air. As each of her eye's opened the image was first a blur, but when her vision focused she was able to take in her surroundings. The sunlight illuminating from the stainless glass windows, highlighting the wooden benches, the cold stone floor and more importantly, the mans jacket. It reminded her of what accrued the night before.

Panic engulfed her. Her dress was limp on her body, obviously put on in a lazy way. But the fabric still covered her. When she stood, her legs felt like twigs, wobbly and unstable, threatening to break at any second. Y/n held onto the wooden benches for support, lifting herself up. She couldn't imagine what she looked like right now, laying here all night in a vacant building. Y/n can already feel the leaves tangled in her hair. Although, instead of being annoyed at the fact that her hair was ruined, she felt a rush.

This sort of behavior was completely out of character for her, her grandmother would be turning in her grave right now if she saw her like this. The thought alone made her giggle. The time it currently was didn't bother her at all, it was obviously sometime in the morning and her parents wouldn't be worried that she was gone, they don't check up on her anyhow, unless of course Min-jun requested her. Min-jun was another problem she had to solve, Y/n had no intentions to marry that man and she was going to make it known.

Albeit, her first priory right now is to at least go home and wash up. She didn't want to seem too much of a fool when she told the news. The man from last night who called himself, Jiyong, was nowhere to be seen. This didn't surprise her much, last night was obviously nothing more than spontaneous..love making. Thats the way she sees it, she felt the word sex, or hook up was too crude.

The weather outside was frightful and her dress alone wonder keep her warm, the mans abandoned jacket was her only choice. She would have to look for her coat another time, it was definitely somewhere here but the lack of the light made it difficult to find. A wave of guilt washed over her as she dressed herself in the mans coat, she felt as if she was stealing it. The only way she convinced herself to leave with the heavy jacket was that she told herself she would return it if they were to ever meet again. Y/n would not mind meeting the handsome stranger again.

The coat looked bulky and disproportionated on her, it was defiantly a couple of sizes too big for her and for sure not found in the women's ware. Still, Y/n braced the cold in large coat. As she crossed the threshold, the smell of cigarette smoke hit her instantly, personally she always hated the smell. She prepared herself to give whom ever was smoking a good talking to when- there stood Jiyong, a cigarette placed neatly between his ringed fingers.

''Good morning, Jagiya''

She huffed, not being a fan of the nickname. ''Don't you know, it's rude to smoke out in public.'' The previous longing she had for him disappeared for just a moment after seeing him smoke. She took the cig straight from his lips and put the burning tobacco out.

A smug smirk crept at the corner of his lips. ''Thought I left you?''

Y/n clutched his coat tighter around her shoulders, trying to keep herself warm. His cocky response was not one she expected, she stood there, stunned.

Jiyong closed the distance between them. ''I couldn't leave you, not in this weather,'' He gestures towards his coat. ''Keeping you warm? I hope so. I left it for you. I couldn't find your jacket anywhere.''

A clear cloud escaped her mouth as she sighed. ''Yes, thank you.-'' She glances down at the coat drowning out her small frame. ''For the coat, it...it kept me warm''

There was no way she can come home smelling of another man, wearing another mans clothes. Y/n began to shrug the heavy weight coat off her shoulders, the brisk cold hitting your bare neck right away. ''But, I cannot wear this home. The coat...it smells of you'' The last sentence she says in a barely audible whisper.

Jiyongs hands grip the coat, pushing it back up over her frame. ''Keep it on. You'll get sick if you're uncovered.''

''Jiyong i-''

''Wear. The. Coat'' He commanded softly. ''You don't have to wear at home. Before you step inside, throw the coat into a bush, burn it, whatever. Just promise to wear it home.''

It was obvious he wasn't going to back down, so she reluctantly took the jacket. Y/n would wear it home, like promised. But a shower was needed right away to get his scent off her. Although, she wont admit it, she would prefer his smell all over her. ''Fine. I'll take it.''

Then the awkward silence returned They stood just a few feet apart under the bright morning sun, the vast space between them filled with the unspoken reality of what had happened. Last night had been a blur of desperation and adrenaline. She had been a runaway bride looking for an escape, and he had been a distraction willing to give it to her.

The both of them lives completely different lives. She was a controlled saint, living blindly following rules, and he was a sinner who has done things she wouldn't even be able to comprehend, a sinner who lived by no rules.

I have to go," she breathed, finally breaking the silence.

Jiyong looked at her, his expression unreadable as always. He didn't try to stop her, nor did he argue. He knew exactly what he was to a girl like her—a secret, a temporary escape.

''Yeah'' He steps back, giving her space. ''You should get back''

Y/n took his surprisingly warm hand into hers, giving it a light kiss. ''Thank you, for last night.''

Jiyong only smiles, letting her hand pull away and watching her leave.

She ran out of the front church yard, down the dirt path, and toward the edge of the her family's house. The leather coat flapped heavily against her legs, keeping the biting wind at bay.

As the homes gate came into view, she came to a halt. Panic seized her throat. She couldn't walk into that house wearing another man's coat—especially not a jacket that smelled so distinctly of him.

Desperate, she scanned her surroundings. Near the gate was a thick overgrown bush, casted away from sight. Clutching the coat, she hurried over to the greenery. She shoved the coat deep into the center of the bush, pushing it down until it was completely hidden from view by the thick leaves.

Taking a deep breath, she smoothed down her dress and stepped toward the front door, leaving the sinner's warmth hidden in the dark.

Y/n expected the house to be bursting with sounds, different on going conversations and more importantly, her parents waiting to shout for her. But the house was, silent. Almost feeling like a trap.

Quietly, she tiptoed up the spiral staircase, keeping her weight on the edges of the steps to avoid creaking. Y/n managed to make it to her bedroom without being seen, but when she reached her door, she saw a warm light shinning through the cracks.

Her heart dropped.

She pushed the door open to find her mother standing by the vanity, methodically sorting through her velvet jewelry box. Pearl necklaces and diamond studs—the rigid inheritance of a perfect family—were laid out across the dresser like cold silver coins.

Her mother turned, her posture was flawless, her expression frozen in an un readable expression.

"Where have you been?" her mother demanded, her voice a icy whisper that cut through the room. "The wedding rehearsal is postponed, your fiancé is humiliated, and you disappear into the night like a common thief, you know how embarrassing that was y/n?!''

She was frozen in the doorway, suddenly acutely aware of how much she must look like a mess. Her hair was wild, her skin still flushed from the cold air. Her mother took the silence as a challenge, she stood, the click of her heels echoing throughout the silent room.

Her judgey eyes scanned Y/n from head to toe. ''Look at you, an absolute mess. This is not acceptable behavior.''

Her mother paused, Her nose flared slightly as she took a sharp breath, her eyes narrowing. She stepped directly into her daughter's personal space, tilting her head up to sniff the air. ''Is that..cigarette smoke?''

Y/n plan was to shower before even being seen, and this is exactly why. But still she attempted to lie, nervously laughing. ''No, omma of curse not why would I-''

Her mother's clld hand came in contact with her face, the slap echoing off the halls. ''Don't you EVER, lie to me Y/n.''

She clutched her brining cheek, this wasn't a shock, it defiantly was not the first time her mother struck her. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes, but she bit her lip to keep from crying.

Her mother stepped forward again, towering over her, "You will stay in this room. You will wash that filth off your skin, and you will pray for forgiveness. Tomorrow morning, you will put on a fresh dress, and you will apologize to your fiancé on your knees if you have to."

Her mother turned, grabbing the velvet jewelry boxes from the vanity.

"If you think you can ruin this family's future, you are mistaken," her mother warned, stepping out into the hallway. "You are a pure blood L/N. You will act like it."

The heavy bedroom door slammed shut, and the sound of the key turning in the lock clicked with finality. She was trapped.

Y/n rushed to the door, her hands trembling as she grabbed the brass handle. She rattled it violently, but the lock held firm.

''Omma! Please, open the door!" her voice cracking with every word.

No answer came from the hallway. Only the cold, empty silence of the manor.

"I'm sorry!" she sobbed, pressing her forehead against the door frame, the tears finally spilling over her stinging cheek.

But her mother’s footsteps only faded further down the hall, completely ignoring her pleads.

Eventually ,her energy slipped away, overtaken by the exhaustion of the last twenty-four hours. She realized no one was coming to let her out.

Y/n decided to follow her mother's order, she crosses her bedroom to the bathroom. The hot water of the shower rumbled to life, filling the bathtub with a hot steam. She stepped out of her dress and as she pulled off her underwear, she stopped dead in her tracks.

There, against the light fabric, was a stark smear of dried blood.

Her breath caught in her throat. The sight of it brought a sudden, vivid memory of previous night—the darkness of the abounded building, the rough warmth of Jiyong’s hands, and the sharp, fleeting pain that had marked the end of her life as an virgin He had been her first. Y/n stared at the stain, If her mother found this, or if a maid gathered her laundry before she could wash it herself, her life would be completely over.

Desperate to erase the evidence, she quickly tossed the panties into the bottom of the shower, letting the hot water rush over it to wash the crimson stain away before scrubbing her skin raw, trying to get off any last smell of him.

Once the water ran clear, she turned off the shower and wrung out the wet fabric. It was still stained with the evidence of her taken virginity. She had no choice but to hid her underwear. She dried herself off, her mind racing with panic. She couldn't throw them in the regular laundry hamper; the maid would see it. Y/n scanned the space for a foolproof hiding spot. Under the mattress was too obvious. The back of her closet was a way too big of a risk.

Her eyes landed on her oak wardrobe. At the very bottom, hidden behind rows of coats was a loose floorboard she used to hide diary entries when she was a child. She hurried over, dropped to her knees, and pried up the edge of the wood with her polished fingernails. She pushed the undergarment deep into the gap until it was completely invisible. She slid the board back into place and smoothed the coats over it.

Exhausted, she finally crawled into her bed. The mattress felt cold and sterile compared to the stone tiles in the church, but as she closed her eyes, she knew the real nightmare would be in the morning.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· The next Morning.~

The soft morning sun slowly filtered through the velvet curtains, casting shadows across her bed. She opened her eyes, cursing herself that her prayer she wouldn't wake up didn't come true.

The weight of her reality felt heavy enough to suffocate her. Her cheek was still stinging and stained with dry tears. Evidence of her crying herself to sleep was all over her face.

The welcoming morning silence was broken by the click of the brass key turning in the lock. The door swung open, and her mother walked in looking entirely unmoved by the cruelty of the night before.

"Get out of bed," her mother commanded, "Your fiancé has arrived early. He is waiting downstairs in the garden''

She didn't argue. She just stared at the ceiling, her heart aching as she prepared to face the life she had tried so desperately to escape. ''Yes, omma.''

Her mother tossed the morning gown onto the mattress, the silk landing right beside her legs with a muted thud.

"Get dressed," her mother continued, "I want you downstairs in ten minutes. Do not keep him waiting a second longer."

Without waiting for a response, her mother left. The door shut behind her though this time, the key did not turn in the lock. The illusion of freedom was returned.

Finally being left alone, she sat up and looked at the gown. It was a beautiful lace dress—pure, suffocating. The gown was reflective of the identity her family forced her to wear. Y/n pulled the fabric toward her, the silk feeling smooth against her skin.

She dragged herself out of bed without a choice, she did not want to anger her mother further. Y/n walked over to the tall glass window to draw the curtains. Looking down into the manicured grounds, her breath instantly hitched in her throat.

Ah-jeo-ssi Jung-ho, the head gardener, was walking directly toward the cluster of bushes near the gate—the exact spot where she had hidden Jiyong’s coat. He was carrying a pair of large, rusted hedge shears.

Pure adrenaline over took her. If Jung-ho trimmed those bushes, he would find the coat, probably bring it straight to her mother or father raising even more suspicion. As of right now, she watches below as he began to shear through the bush beginning us routinely morning duties. She HAD to do something.

Y/n threw the dress over her head, not even bothering to fasten the back hooks or zip it completely. She slipped her bare feet into a pair of flat indoor slippers and bolted out of her bedroom. She flew down the staircase, She couldn't let him find that coat.

Y/n burst through the side glass doors of the house, stepping onto the stone patio. The chilly morning air hit her bare neck, but she didn't care. She sprinted down the gravel path toward the bushes, her unfastened dress flapping wildly behind her.

''Ah-jeo-ssi, wait!'' she called out, panting.

Suddenly, a firm, heavy hand clamped down on her forearm. The abrupt movement spun her around, her slippers skidding on the gravel.

"Where on earth are you running to?" a cold, familiar voice demanded.

She looked up, It was Min-jun

Her fiancé stood before her, his black suit contrasting with her disheveled appearance. His grip on her arm was tight, he was obviously deeply irritated as his eyes raked over her unzipped dress & wild hair. Behind him, the gardener snipped the first branch of the bush.

"Oppa, let me go! please" she gasped, her voice trembling as she tried to pull her arm from his grip. She kept her eyes locked on his face, trying not to look back at the bushes and give away her real intention of her actions,

"You're a mess," He laughed, "What is the meaning of this? Why are you running around like a madwoman?"

She tried to compose herself, snatching her arm away from him and sorting her hair the best she could. Y/n clears her throat. '' I lost something''

Min-jun searched her eyes. He didn't know her enough to tell if she was lying. Her hardly knew her at all. She was just dollar bills to him

She continued forming the lie in her head. ''A ring..my Halmeoni gave to me when I was a child. I remembered I must have left it here yesterday when I took a stroll in the gardens.''

He immediately raised his brow in suspicion, ''Your Omma said you felt ill last night & thats why the rehearsal was rescheduled, why would you be strolling the garden when ill?'' Min-jun closes the gap between them, getting incredibly close to her. ''Are you lying to me?''

She froze, internally cursing her mother for such a stupid excuse. Her throat ran dry. ''No, no of course not. Um-''

A sharp, sudden gasp from down the path shattered the tense stand-off. The metallic snip-snip of the shears abruptly stopped. The Gardner froze looking confused, he pulls out from the bushes- a coat-Jiyongs coat.

"Min-jun! Miss!" Jung-ho called out, holding the oversized coat up by the shoulders. "Look at this. Found it stuffed right in the center of the bush. It's soaked through with dew, and it smells terribly of tobacco smoke."

Her heart didn't just drop—it stopped. The world seemed to tilt on its axis. Min-jun's eyes locked onto the coat, it was obvious this was a mans coat. Slowly, he turned his gaze back to her. The suspicion in his eyes hardened.

''Let me see that.'' Min-jun marched down the gravel path, his black dress shoes kicking up dirt. He snatched the coat from the gardener’s hands.

Jung-ho stumbled back. ''Oh I-''

"Go back to inside. Now," Min-jun barked.

The gardener didn't need to be told twice. He gathered his shears and hurried away.

He turned towards her, holding the coat up. The dirty fabric looked out of place against the pristine backdrop of the estate. He brought it closer to smell the coat, it was an unmistakable scent of cheap tobacco.

"This is NOT one of your fathers.'' He said, his voice calm. "And it defiantly doesn't belong to me, whose coat is this y/n?''

When she didn't respond, Min-jun turned over the coat searching the pockets. Her throat ran dry. She didn't know if Jiyong had anything inside the pockets. But all she could do was stand there and watch.

Min-jun paused, his hands obviously reaching something deep inside the pocket. The object was cold & metallic. He pulls it out into the morning light. it was a red lighter.

He inspected it, flipping it over to look at every edge. ''A...lighter.''

Min-jun closes his fist around the metal. ''So, you're either secretly taking up smoking, or you're harboring another mans coat and he happens to be a smoker.''

She laughed, trying to play off his accusation as ridiculous. ''Oppa, please. As if I have time for either. This must be some mistake, maybe a trespasser?''

He shared her laugh. ''A trespasser.'' Min-jun whispered. ''Do you take me for a fool?!!'' He was yelling now

''No, of course not'' She cried out.

''You lie to me, your mother. Does that make you feel good? to be such a fucking lier!?'' His voice contorted with full fury.

Before she could even raise her arms to shield herself, Min-jun brought his hand back and struck her across the face.

The brutal crack of the slap echoed loudly throughout the grounds. The sheer force of the blow knocked her off her feet, sending her crashing hard onto the gravel path. Y/n clutched her burning cheek, soft choked sobs escaped her lips as the world spun around her.

Desperate for help, her tear-blurred eyes looked up toward the house. High above, on the second floor, a curtain in her mother's bedroom window had been pulled back. Her mother was watching. Watching her daughter get knocked to the ground by a man. She didn't blink, her face remained cold & unbothered. Slowly, her mother let go of the curtain letting the fabric fall closed. Shutting out her daughter's cries.

Min-jun's threatening shadow hovered over her, he looked down at her without any look of remorse on his face. He tossed the coat beside her. ''You thought it was possible to get away with whatever the fuck you did?''

He bent down to her level, grabbing her chin tightly in his fingers forcing eye contact. ''Get this in your head. We ARE getting married. Your family needs my money, and I need someone to keep me warm at night'' Min-jun does a once over at her body. ''And you defiantly will do''

His grabbed suddenly tightened, ''But, I am not letting your social standing be ruined by some rebellious phase.''

Min-jun finally released her chin, making her head snap back. ''Now, go upstarts, wash your face and you WILL meet me for the rehearsal.''

With a sudden smile he continued, ''If I ever catch you with another man or I find out who's coat this belongs to, I will ruin your name so thoroughly that even your local church wont let you set foot in the building.''

His final threat left her speechless. Min-jun turned and left her there on the ground,

When he disappeared, she let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. Through her tears, she noticed a glint in the gravel, just inches from her, When Min-jun had struck her, the lighter must have slipped from his fingers.

Y/n's fingers brushed against the cold metal. Before anyone can see, she curled her hand around the lighter, squeezing it tight against her palm. Min-jun didn't notice. He kept walking towards the exit of the estate.

She had to clean her self up, her knuckles were bleeding & already forming a bruise, her cheek felt like fire. Y/n slowly pushed herself up from the gravel, her knees shaking beneath her gown. She scooped up Jiyong’s coat, holding it against her scared to let it go.

Y/n dragged herself up the staircase, back to her bedroom. She locked the door herself this time. She stood in front of the bathroom mirror, her reflection worse than she expected. A dark, ugly bruise was already blooming across her cheekbone. Still in shock she moved like a ghost, Y/n washed the dirt and blood from her face.

The cold water stung against her raw skin, she applied a thick layer of heavy stage makeup to hide the bruise, blending it carefully until her skin looked perfectly flawless again, masking the violence. Once the bruise was covered to her liking, she opened her wardrobe for a new dress.

Y/n never let go of that lighter, she slipped the object into the pocket of her dress, it was a small tither of hope that this is not permeant, that she has an escape. That theres someone out there for her. She would play their game for now. She would stand at the altar and rehearse the vows she hated. But this was not her future.

The car ride to the church was silent. She sat in the back seat of the family’s vehicle, pressed tightly against the window, trying her best to separate herself from her mother who sat beside her, the air was heavy with the scent of her mother’s expensive perfume. A smell she despised.

Min-jun sat in the front passenger seat, staring straight ahead, occasionally checking his gold watch. No one uttered a word. Nobody asked about her bruised cheek hidden beneath layers of makeup. The only sound was the low hum of the engine. She kept her fingers buried deep in her pocket, her thumb tracing the scratched metal of Jiyong’s lighter to keep herself from losing her mind.

When the car finally pulled up to the steps of the downtown cathedral, the driver opened the door. Min-jun stepped out first, offering his arm to her with a fake smile. She took it, with body boiling from his touch.

As they walked into the building, the door closing behind them echoed. The high ceilings of the cathedral loomed above, cold and intimidating. Music played in the background mimicking the actual ceremony.

Before she could follow Min-jun further inside her mother suddenly leaned in close. She didn't look at her daughter but her grip was tight enough to bruise.

"You will smile, and you will act accordingly" her mother whispered, her voice hissing right against her ear. "If you ruin this, or if Min-jun calls off this wedding, I will ensure you never see the light of day again. You will be locked in your room till the end of your days and the world will think you went mad. Do not test me."

Her mother finished with a fake smile, smoothing down a stray hair on her daughter.

The church transformed into a blur of flickering candlelight. The notes of the organ filled was heard but the sound felt completely muffled, as if she were underwater. Her body moved on complete auto pilot, guided only by the rigid muscle memory of a lifetime spent playing the perfect daughter. Y/n walked down the long aisle with her healing hand resting on her father’s stiff forearm. Her mind had completely detached from the moment, retreating into a safe corner in her mind to escape. She stood at the altar beside Min-jun, doing just as the priest told her.

She bowed when requested, and mocked a prayer when signaled. Y/n's hand were stiff when Min-jun took her fingers for the rings. He spoke next, his lips moving silently to mimic the vows, but she heard nothing.

The rehearsal wrapped up, and the priest dismissed them. Still operating entirely on autopilot, she sat beside Min-jun for the after ceremony dinner. The table was a pristine of white linen, polished utensils , and crystal glasses. Her appetite was gone, as the mountains of food got brought to the table, she added a phew variety of things on her plate but never touched her food.

Across the table, her mother and father carried on smooth conversations with the extended family, as if the morning’s violence had never happened. Y/n simply sat there, her face frozen in a polite, smile. When the agonizing dinner finally ended, they returned to the car for the ride back to the house. The sun had set, plunging the city back into the familiar, cold darkness.

Her mother turned her attention towards Y/n, and for the first time the tension between them died down slightly. She reached down and laid her hand upon Y/n's knee. ''You did good sweetie.''

It was an unneeded praise, what Y/n really needed was an apology and not a cold hearted mother.

Back at the house, the front doors closed behind them, shutting out the rest of the world. Without a single word exchanged between them, her mother plastered on a fake smile, gesturing up the stairs for Y/n to go to her room. Once inside her bedroom, she quickly locked the door, stripped off the rehearsal dress, and crawled into bed enjoying the cold silk sheets. In the quiet dark, she reached into the pocket of her discarded dress and pulled out Jiyong’s silver lighter.

She flicked the wheel with her thumb and a warm flame sprang to life. Y/n closed her eyes and could still feel the way he lips gently maneuvered with hers, the protective heat of Jiyongs body keeping the cold of the night at bay. She can still hear his voice agains't her skin, moaning at the pleasure he was receiving. It was a night she would never forget, that she never wanted to forget.

Y/n clicks the lighter closed, a faint smell of lighter fluid still filled her bedroom. If this was all she had to remember him, she would keep it till the end of her days, even if she were to never see him again. With that final thought, she holds the cold metal close to her chest & plunges into a deep sleep.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· The day of the wedding~ two weeks later

The last two weeks leading up to her wedding day was a complete blur. There were no more outbursts or escape attempts, the mystery of the Jiyongs coat as seemed to be swept under the rug. Her mother must have said something.

Now, the day of the wedding arrived.

The fearless girl from weeks ago was gone, she had shrunk back into her usual ways. Y/n had lost hope after having no luck finding the handsome stranger, now the memory of that night was a simple rebellious act, her last taste of freedom.

She stood there like a porcelain doll as the tight pull of the corset strings felt like iron bands tightening around her chest, making it hard to breathe. The maids adjusted the voluminous layers of the white silk skirt, when a sudden, blinding wave of panic crashed over her. Y/n looked at her reflection in the full-length mirror, the white dress was a complete facade.

Under this gown was not a pure virgin the white wedding dress is supposed to represent, that was given away weeks ago. Now, beneath this dress was a touched women, who's body belonged to a complete stranger. Although, Jiyong felt less of a stranger than Min-jun.

"Stand still, darling," her mother's harsh voiced pierced through the room, Her mother was adjusting the matching heavy diamond necklace around her neck she had bought for both of them. A lie that they were one, and as close as ever. "You're trembling. Take a deep breath. Today, you become a married woman."

She forced her body into a proper pasture, but the corset still made it difficult to breathe. Min-Juns threat still echoed in her mind, and the threat might actually come true if tonight he finds out her secret.

Her mother's heels can be heard clicking as she crossed the room over to her, ''Don't fret dear, the wedding is tonight. Right now, you're just fitting for the dress.'' Her polished fingers rested upon Y/n shoulder before quickly curling into a death grip. ''And whatever nerve's you are having now, suck it up. You have six hours.''

With a swift, practiced movement, her mother smoothed down the front of the bridal gown, slapped a fake smile back onto her own face, and turned to the maids . "Let's get the veil pinned. We have a schedule to keep."

The rest of the daylight hours dissolved into endless appointments and cake tastings. She sat silently through it all, nodding along without a choice. But as the sun began to set, and the wedding was growing nearer, a sudden, desperate urge took hold of her. Y/n requested a brief window of time to walk through the streets of the city she grew up in, her final moments as a single woman before moving away to her new husband's estate.

Her mother only granted the request strictly to keep her compliant for the ceremony. Stepping out onto the cobblestone streets alone, the cool evening air offered the first real breath she had taken in weeks. Y/n wandered past the familiar brick storefronts bringing back memories of her youth. A simpler time, she wished she could go back to.

She passed the old bakery on the corner, owned by the Lee's for years now. The coupled passed away when she was only thirteen and their son now runs the business. But Y/n still remembered the sweet smell of cinnamon that used to draw her in after Sunday service, a simpler time when her only rule was to hold her father’s hand while crossing the street. Back then, the city had felt magical and full of endless opportunities.

But as she stared at the city ground beneath her feet, a sadness over took her. She realized that the safety she had loved as a child was just the early foundation of the cage she was locked in now. The town hadn't changed one bit , but she had. Her innocence was gone, traded for a violent fiancé and a cold harsh father & mother.

Lost in the bittersweet ghosts of her past, she continued on down the familiar street when suddenly, the wooden door of the cities local bar swung open, shattering her thoughts. Out stepped a man, he paused under the cities street lights shoving his hands deep into the pockets of pants. His brow was furrowed in frustration as his fingers searched the empty fabric, obviously looking for the lighter he had lost two weeks ago. It was Jiyong.

She walked directly into the warm aura surrounding him. Her heart pounded against her ribs like a trapped bird. Jiyong didn't notice her approaching at first, still digging into his pocket whispering a bundle of curses.

She reached into her coat pocket and extended her hand, the lighter resting perfectly in her open palm. "Looking for this?" she said, her voice steady despite the sheer emotion she was feeling.

Jiyong froze. His hands stopped searching his pockets, and his head snapped up. When his chocolate eyes locked onto hers. For a split second, he looked in disbelief. Jiyongs gaze dropped to the silver lighter in her hand, then rushed right back up to her eyes.

" Y/n'' he muttered, his voice a low, rough rasp that sent a shiver straight down her spine

''Hey there stranger'' She smiled.

Jiyong let out a soft chuckle. Stepping closer to her, Y/n's eyes glistened in the moonlight. ''Well, we meet again huh?''

He reached out and finally slipped the lighter from her palm, his warm fingers brushing against hers.

She hesitated slightly, not wanting to expose her vulnerability. ''Yeah,'' Y/n had a hard time matching her eyes to his. ''It seems were supposed to be crossing paths''

Jiyong flicks the lighter creating a flame to light his cigarette, then looked back at her, his expression softened. ''I honestly never thought I would see you again.'' His eyes scanned her body, an assumed smirk crept at the corner of his lips. ''Yet, here you are''

''I...I looked for you.'' She murmured softly. ''Every day I looked for you, hoping to run into you''

He took a slow drag, before he exhaled a thin stream of smoke into the cool air. The familiar scent of his tobacco instantly reminded her of the freedom she had been starving for. ''For me? why, Jagiya?''

Jiyong knew why, but he needed her to admit it, admit that she longs for him and the threat he has to her family. He wanted her to admit it to herself, more importantly. He stepped closer, his tall frame looming over her . Jiyong's gaze was intense, it pinned her to the spot. He wanted to strip away her safe, high-society defenses until she finally confessed that she preferred him.

She looked up at him, making her face completely visible. Beneath the pale powder, he could see the faint, dark swelling that the cosmetic couldn't completely flatten.

Jiyong’s expression completely hardened, the teasing curiosity in his eyes from before was now gone. He dropped his cigarette onto the damp floor, crushing it beneath his shoe. Jiyong reached out, his large, hand moving with gentleness as he hooked two fingers under her chin, forcing her to stay still beneath the light. ''Who did this to this to you?''

A choked sob escaped her lips, and the tears she had been forcing back finally spilled over. ''Min-jun, my fiancee. It- it was a misunderstanding, he found your coat and-''

''That is not an excuse to put hands on a women, nothing is ever an excuse to raise a hand to a women'' Jiyong was clearly upset, searching her face for any more bruises.

He gently took her by the shoulders, his thumbs carefully brushing away the tears streaming down her red cheeks. Y/n stood trembling in his hold as he wraps his arms around her like a shield. For the first time in two weeks, she didn't feel like a broken saint or a bartered trophy. She felt protected.

''The wedding...it's tonight.'' She whispered.

The steady rise and fall of his chest was soothing for her, as he head rested upon his chest. His arms tightening around her waist until she was pressed completely against him. "Tonight," he repeated, his voice a low whisper.

"Listen to me," he said, his voice dropping into a low octave. "I hardly know you,We’ve only had one night, and our worlds don't make any sense together. But no one—absolutely no one—should ever go through what they are putting you through."

''Jiyong I know, I know.'' She sighed in defeat. ''I really thought I had a chance to escape this but, Min-jun has a threat looming over my head.''

Jiyong took a step back, searching her eyes. ''A threat? what sort of threat?''

''My name, you don't' understand. He'll destroy me.'' Y/n took a seat on the cold stones. He sites beside her. ''This is my life now I-i have no choice''

He stayed entirely silent for a moment, letting her cry, but his jaw was clenched tightly. Every protective instinct in his body was screaming at him to tear her cage apart. Without a word, he shifted closer and drew her into his chest, tucking her head beneath his chin letting her cry it out. One of his hands moved to the back of her head, his fingers running through her pinned hair, loosening a few strands to ease the tight pressure of her styled hair. Jiyong simply held her.

But the comfort only made the looming reality of her future more vivid, knowing this will be the closest she'll get to feeling cared for. She knew what Min-jun was capable of, and she knew that if Jiyong tried to interfere, it would not end well. Y/n couldn't let the only person who had ever truly protected her get hurt. Regardless if he was a stranger.

Gently but firmly, she pushed against his chest, breaking the embrace. ''Please, Jiyong, you have to listen to me'' Desperate lingered in her voice. ''You have to forget about me, and that night''

Jiyong scoffed, ''You think I'm scared of some wealthy bastard?'' His tone was a mocking one. ''I haven't been able to stop thinking about you just from meeting you weeks ago, how am I supposed to do so now?''

Stunned by his raw confession, she stared at him for one final, breathless second before the harsh reality of the time broke her trance. She reluctantly tore herself away from him. ''I- I have to go.'' Her tears were never ending. ''The wedding...''

Without giving him a chance to stop her, she turned and sprinted through the dark streets, racing against the time, She slipped back into the manor through the side door, allowing herself to be swallowed by the chaos of her family’s demands. Within an hour, she was laced into the suffocating white silk gown, her face repainted to perfection, and marched down the steps to her upcoming doom.

Her mother was waiting at the foot of the grand staircase, her face twisted in a mask of absolute fury.

"Where on earth have you been?" her mother hissed, "That was way too long for a little stroll, everyone is waiting for you—the bridesmaids, the priest, and the man you're marrying''

''Uh I-'' Y/n always felt small under her mother's gaze, a deer in headlights.

''Forget it. Just hurry up and get in the car, your father & I are waiting for you.''

Within the hour her face was repainted to flawless perfection to hide the tracks of her tears, and she was marched straight to the waiting carriage. The grand cathedral was a blur and hundreds of high-society eyes tracked her every move. Y/n walked down the long aisle on autopilot, her hand shaking against her father's arm. Min-jun stood at the altar waiting to retrieve her.

The priest began his speech, going on about the duty's of wife and man together. All the guest agreed in a unison.

As the prayers went on, her ears started ringing and the walls began to close in on her. The heavy weight of the bridal veil felt like a shroud dragging her down to hell. Min-jun reached out to take her hand for the vows, and the memory of his fist hitting her face flashed violently behind her eyes.

She snapped.

Before the priest could finish his sentence she whispered. ''Stop...'' She violently yanked her hand away from Min-jun. In front of her was her horrified mother, her furious fiancé, and hundreds of gasping guests.

Min-jun flashed a fake, threatening smile. ''Excuse you?''

''I can't I'm sorry.'' she turned on her heel, lifted the heavy, voluminous skirts of her wedding gown, and bolted down the aisle.

She slammed through cathedral doors and burst into the midnight air. The wind caught her veil, ripping it from her hair as she ran. Y/n didn't dare to look back. Guided by pure, desperate survival instinct. She ran through the dark until the view of the cathedral faded away, replaced by overgrown trees . Breathless, she pushed through the rotting wooden doors of the abandoned church where she meet Jiyong.

She collapsed onto the cold stone floor, her heavy white dress spilling around her like ruined snow. The panic began to ease. The realization hit her with a sudden, beautiful clarity: she had done it. She had run. She was finally, truly free. Her tears were now happy ones,

The creak of the church's door broke the stillness. The rotting wood open behind her, She turned her head, her breath catching in her throat as the mysterious person entering the building came into the light.

Jiyong stepped inside, a freshly lit cigarette was in between his lips. He exhaled a long, thin stream of smoke into the damp air. Once he noticed her, his cigarette nearly dropped from his mouth. ''Y/n''

He stood frozen by the entrance, his eyes raked over the massive, layers of her white bridal gown—now torn at the hem. With a shaky hand, he snatched the cigarette from his lips, dropping it onto the stone floor. Y/n stood, meeting him half way.

Before he could even speak, she kissed him. It was a breathless, desperate kiss, tasting of tears. She broke away just a fraction of an inch, her hands cupping his jaw as she panted against his lips.

"I left, Jiyong," she whispered, a beautiful smile plastered on her lips.

Happiness radiated over his face. He wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, lifting her slightly off her feet as he leaned into the kiss.

But as he pulled back, the joy shifted, replaced by worry. ''Y/n, wait, what about your reputation? Your family, the whole city... they saw you run. You said it yourself, Min-jun is going to drag your name through the mud for this.''

"I don't care," she said fiercely, "Let them talk. I don't care about any of it anymore."

"I care," Jiyong insisted, his protective instincts flared back to life. "I don't want your name ruined because of me. I don't want you living like a fugitive''

She chuckled, waving away his worry. "Well, then I guess I'll just have to get a whole new identity."

She meant it as a joke, a fleeting fairy-tale thought to make him smile, but Jiyong didn't laugh, instead his eyebrows raised, "A new identity," he repeated, his voice dropping into a low, calculating baritone "We can actually do that''

A breathless laugh escaped her lips, ''You cant be serious''

She shook her head, assuming it was just a wild fantasy. But as she looked up into his eyes, her amusement completely died. His expression was entirely rigid.

He was dead serious.

She took a step back, a sudden wave of reluctance. The thought of completely erasing the girl she had been for her entire life—abandoning her country, her childhood streets, and everything familiar—felt dizzying and terrifying. But Jiyong needed her to agree. ''We can live in Paris, a whole new identify for both of us and actually be..happy''

''P-paris?'' The words were dizzying.

He gently took her hands, his voice dropping into a persuasive baritone as he laid out the reality of her choice to run away, that Min-jun seemed like a man that is not used to not getting what he wants. Jiyong brought up all the pros: a life where no one knew her name, absolute freedom, a fresh slate.

''Oh, Jiyong I don't know''

His grip on her hands tightened, he was pleading with her. ''Do you trust me, Jagiya?''

Did she? she had only known him for a phew weeks and now she's supposed to run off with him? it sounded ridiculous. But, she's never felt as cared for & protected as he made her feel, how safe and complete he made her feel. Wasn't that better than anything else? isn't that what love is. With that final thought , she agreed.

They set the plan into motion that very night. The next few weeks became a blur of secret meetings, underground connections, and hushed preparations. Jiyong used his ties to the city's underbelly to secure new documents. Together, they packed light, leaving behind her luxurious jewelry & clothes. When the day finally came, they slipped onto a plane, leaving the scandalized life completely behind, and set their course for Paris.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· Five years later

The warm afternoon sun filtered through the tall, floor-to-ceiling windows of a charming apartment in the heart of Paris, casting golden light across the worn hardwood floors.

A deep, rumbling laugh echoed from the living room.

Jiyong sat on the plush rug, a tiny, three-year-old girl with Jiyong's unruly dark hair was perched on his shoulders, squealing with delight, while their two-year-old son with his mother’s stubby nose babbled from his lap.

Y/n watched from the kitchen passthrough window, wiping her hands on a towel as she cooked dinner. On her left ring finger, a simple, elegant ring caught the sunlight—a token of the quiet, beautiful ceremony they had shared in a tiny Parisian town hall years ago.

''Alright you guys, dinners almost ready'' She smiled,

Jiyong tossed Yuna from his shoulders and quickly caught her in his arms. Yuna screamed as he tickled her tummy. ''Appa, Appa that tickles !!''

She was no longer the sheltered saint of a wealthy family, and she didn't have to pretend to be perfect anymore. Her past was a ghost buried forever, Looking at her husband and her two beautiful children, she knew she had traded a paradise of porcelain lies for a beautiful family. Jiyong caught her gaze, his eyes warmth. Right then and there, she knew she would choose this sin over and over again.

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{ONE SHOT} | Our Love is a smoking gun |

About story: The honeymoon phase was long gone, your relationship was now heated fights and sloppy make up sex. But you couldn't leave him, and he couldn't never leave you. No matter how many times friends and family said you two were toxic for each other, neither of you ever left. But one night, something was said that can never be taken back. And this time, this heated argument might not be something either of you can fix.

Content warning: 18+ only, Verbal abuse/ toxic relationship.

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The apartment smelled of stale smoke and carpet stained wine. Y/n sat at the edge of the bed, her knees brought up to her chest in a comforting position. This was the usual aftermath of their fights, her makeup was smudged, shards of glass sprawled out along the apartment and her throat burning from all the yelling. Down the hall Jiyong was doing his routine after these fights, the click of the lighter could be heard.

For years, this was the norm. A beautiful, torturous loop of hatred and desire. Everyone said this was toxic, unhealthy, a relationship that would never last. But what they did not understand was the desperate gravity that pulled them back together every single time.

The words that were said between them were always brutal and cruel, but every time she let him kiss away the tears, and every time he stayed. So, tonight she sat on their bed, makeup streaming down her cheeks and like instinct she waited for him to kiss the pain away.

The bedroom door pushed open, Jiyong stood in the frame, his hair was messy and exhaustion was evident on his face. Neither of them said a word. He walked over to her, shoulders slumped, no longer in the defense mode he was in just ten minutes ago.

Complete silence lingered in the room as he dropped to his knees in front of her, sinking into the space between her thighs. Jiyong's arms wrapped around her in a desperate attempt to re-connect. Y/n hesitated, for just a moment she hesitated embracing him and accepting his apology. But at the same time, her body instantly flinched when he touched her. It wasn't by a conscious choice, her body reacted itself. Jiyong froze, his hands hesitating to touch her now. Hurt was evident on his face. Y/n had never flinched to his touch, no matter how bad the fight was. Until today.

Jiyong pulled away from her completely, shrinking back onto the floor until there was a deliberate distance between them. ''I didn't...'' his voiced cracked just slightly. He tried to speak again. ''I would never hurt you. You know that right?''

The fact he had to clarify it is a plain sign their relationship was deteriorating.

''I know'' she whispered.

The confirmation was one he needed to hear, but it still left an agonizing silence between them. Neither of them knew what to say.

''I- I'm not afraid of your hands, Ji,'' At this point tears threatened her eyes. ''I'm afraid of us. What we say to each other, i mean just look at this room''

The room was evident of the harsh fight between them just earlier that day, glass was broken, sheets and clothes disheveled all over the floor. It was a battlefield.

''Every time we fight, it feels like we burn everything down just to see what can survive.''

Jiyong moved closer to her, his hands hovering over hers in desperate want. ''But we do survive..every time'

''Yeah but Ji-''

''Come on, this is us..we always survive whatever is thrown at us. We do it..together. We can fix it. We always fix it.''

He lifted his head, looking at her with wide, bloodshot eyes. Jiyong's usual confident stature was gone, now taking over was a man who looked like he was drowning, begging for a lifeline, ''Don't give up on us. I cant do this without you. You know I cant''

His pleading made her heart hurt, but she was way too exhausted to continue this conversation.

Y/n sighed deeply, pulling your hand away ''Jiyong lets- just go to bed, yeah?''

He hesitated for a second before he let go of her slowly. Jiyong stayed on his knees. Waiting for her to utter a word.

''We should rest before continuing this conversation, we're both exhausted.''

Jiyong nodded, quickly standing up. He figured this was better than her saying what he's terrified of hearing. Jiyong began to make the bed. ''I agree lets just get some sleep, finish this conversation tomorrow''

''No Ji, you need to sleep on the couch''

The words were like a physical blow. He flinched at the boundary that was drawn. In two Years, no matter the how toxic the fight, she had never kicked him out of the bed. Sleeping in separate rooms meant acknowledging the full weight of the argument.

''The..living room?'' Jiyong searched her eyes for any sign of regret. ''You don't want me near you.''

Y/n said nothing.

The humming of the fan was the only audible sound in the room- answering the question for her. She shifted to her side of the mattress, and laid down with her back to him.

She stared at the wall, listening to his ragging breathing. After a tense minute she heard the rustle of his clothes as he stood, Jiyong lingered for just a moment longer, hoping for her to change her mind. When nothing was said, the bedroom door clicked shut behind him, leaving her completely in the dark.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· The next morning~

The early morning light shun through the blinds, illuminating the once dark room. She hadn't fully slept, she had merely floated in a limbo between consciousness and unconsciousness. Y/n was dreading the conversation, and that's what kept her up most of the night.

Luckily, Jiyong usually slept in late, so she wrapped his oversized shirt tighter around herself and stepped into the hall way. Her bare foot cold again't the wood floor.

On the couch, Jiyong was fast asleep. Just like she expected.

He looked disheveled, half of the blanket over him and the rest on the floor. Dirty tissues were sprawled out all over the couch. It was obvious he had a hard time sleeping without her just as much as she had trouble sleeping without him. On the coffee table sat an empty glass sitting along side a half bottle of soju, he drank himself to sleep.

She stood there and watched him, watching the rhymtic rise and fall of his chest. At that moment the anger from the night before began to blur into a heavy ache. Before she can even start thinking about the fight from last night & letting all those emotions over take her, she was going to need some coffee. Y/n was on auto pilot, filling the glass pot with water and scooping the dark coffee into the filter.

The familiar sound of the coffee maker broke the oppressive silence of the apartment. Within minutes, the bitter aroma of brewing coffee began to fill the small space. The noice did the opposite of what she expected, behind her she heard the rustle of the fabric on the couch and a heavy groan from Jiyong.

''Hey'' a raspy voice muttered.

She always found his morning voice extremely sexy, she squeezed her legs shut, shunning the automatic response her body had to his voice. Instead, Y/n filled two glasses of the fresh brew and handed him one.

He blinked, his vision still slightly blurry from lack of sleep, he looked surprised. Testing the waters, Jiyong stepped forward carefully and wrapped his ringed fingers around the coffee mug. She felt his hands brush agains't hers, but this time she didn't flinch.

''Thank you''

She smiled and walked over to the kitchen counter, enjoying the hot coffee as well. Jiyong followed, sitting across from her. The kitchen remained silence, just the occasional sipping of their coffee was heard. For now, there seemed to be a truce just from sheer exhaustion.

Neither of them wanted this to be the end, but something had to change. Jiyong made the first move of intimacy, reaching his hand across the table. But he did this action carefully, to avoid his repeat the desperate hold he had on her last night. Jiyong laid his hand in the middle of the table, waiting for her to make the next move.

She looks down at his open palm, at the open invitation that was entirely on her terms. She stared at the smiley face ink on his hand, the tattoo she traced so many time before. Without hesitation, she took his hand. The minute their skin touched, Jiyong let out a relieved sigh,

His fingers didn't latch on desperately like yesterday, instead he locked fingers with her gently. For years this hand had anchored her through countless storms, but he has also been the main reason for her countless storms. It was a battle.

Jiyongs warm eyes met her, the glassy desperate plea made her chest tighten. ''I- don't know how to let you go, I don't want to'' His jaw clenched as he forced the next sentence out, ''But I know I'm destroying you''

His finger continued to rub her hand softly, Jiyong broke the brief eye contact, ''I look at you this morning and you look so tired. It breaks my heart''

It was the most honest he's been since last night. There was no trying to win, no anger. It was just the realization of a man who loved her enough to realize he was causing all this anguish.

She didn't pull away. Instead, she squeezed his fingers back, gripping him with a sudde intensity that made him look up in shock.

"Don't say that," she whispered, her voice cracking as tears finally spilled over her eyelashes. "Don't you dare say you're just poison, Jiyong. It takes two of us to have this get that bad. I stayed. I fought back. I had a part in this too."

Jiyong said nothing, he just let her speak.

''But I do think we need some time apart.''

Those words is what broke him, her voice saying that harmful sentence would haunt him forever. Jiyong closed his eyes, his forehead resting against her hand as he absorbed the truth of her words. It hurt, but for the first time, he didn't fight her. He just nodded silently.

The two of them mutually agreed. That morning was spent enjoying their last moments together until who knew when. When the time came for Jiyong to pack his stuff, it was not an easy goodbye. Even though it wasn't a forever goodbye, it was going to be rough for them to be apart.

It wasn't until that last farewell kiss, and the door shut behind Jiyong that she allowed herself to break down. And the tears did not stop, not when she tried to sleep and not the next morning neither. This was not something her heart was prepared to bear.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· Three months later

The sweltering August heat made the air outside thick and sticky, but inside the small ice cream shop, the air conditioning was a welcome breeze to her skin. The bell above the door chimed softly as she stepped up to the counter.

She felt different these days. The permanent weight in her chest had lifted, replaced by peace . Y/n had spent the last twelve weeks rediscovering who she was outside the chaos.

''Next'' The cashier called out.

Her order was still fresh in her mind, it was her cheat day and a fudge chocolate cone sounding amazing. This was another hobby she picked up since her break away from Jiyong, her sister and her started working out and every Tuesday y/n would get them both ice cream & they would meet at the park. It was a routine she was thriving in.

But as she walked up to the counter to order, the bell chimed again. A family scent hit her, making her heart stop dead in her chest.

Stale smoke, expensive cologne. She turned her head in pure instinct. Standing there, adjusting a black baseball cap over his now semi long black hair, was Jiyong. He was wearing a simple white t-shirt, his tattooed arms on full display.

He noticed her right away, how could he not? he was practically drawn to her. He froze. The casual posture he carried when he walked in vanished in an instant, replaced by a wide-eyed shock. Three months of absolute silence vanished in the space of a single heartbeat.

Jiyong was first to break the paralysis. Y/n stepped away from the counter, letting the people behind her order instead. They met in the middle of the ice cream shop, seeing each other for the first time in three months.

''Hey'' He began, his voice low. it's gotten deeper since you last heard him. Probably means he's been smoking more, ''You look...great''

That was half the truth, although she felt great internally & had all these great habits. The reality was, she was torn without him. The circles under her eyes were hidden by simple makeup, her insomnia got worse since he's left. ''Thanks. You do too''

His put together posture was false as well, he was falling apart. But he lied as well with a slight smile. Jiyong scratched the back of his neck, a nervous habit, ''Um, fudge chocolate right? let me grab that for you and then maybe you can join me in a walk?''

Before she had the chance to reject the offer to buy her ice cream, he walked up to the counter and ordered for both of them. It was a spontaneous risk, and she could see the slight tension in his shoulders wither away. He was testing the waters of a completely fresh start.

With a cone of chocolate fudge in one hand, and mint chocolate in the other, Ji held the door open for her. The little bell chiming brightly as both of them stepped out into the warm afternoon air. Walking side by side down the sidewalk, the three-month gap felt massive. There was no screaming, no heavy expectations, just the quiet rhythm of their footsteps and the sweet taste of summer.

The both of them keep the conversation light, just catching up on small things. She right away loved his new hair.

''So, trying out a new style?'' She teased gently. ''It suits you''

Jiyong watched her tongue work on that ice cream cone as she spoke, three months without her was not only torturous mental, but physically as well. He craved her more than anything. '' Yeah well, I got tired of cutting it. I never have time anymore, you know?''

For the next fifteen minutes, the conversation flowed with an easy rhythm, as if the two of them have not been separated these past three months. He told her a hilarious story about how Seunghyun caught a picture of one of them in the shower & now he has that threat against all of them. The suffocating gravity that used to define every single interaction was entirely gone.

As they reached the edge of the park, they ended up sitting in a shaded area under a tree. Jiyong finished his cone, wiping his hands off before looking over at her . The humor faded, replaced by a deep warmth. "It's really good to hear you laugh again," he said softly, "I forgot how much I missed that sound."

''I missed you too, Ji.'' She took a breath before continuing. ''I think...we really needed those three months. We were so loud before, so once the silence came...it was nice''

Jiyong locked eyes with her, absorbing every word as if he might never hear her voice again. ''Yeah,'' He agreed, ''I just don't ..want to lose touch with you again. Three moths without you was...hard''

Y/n smiled. Happy to hear him admit the same way she feels. ''Way too hard'' She pulls out her phone from her pocket, holding up the screen so he could see. ''Let's take things slow, yeah? no rushing or exceptions, just simple coffee dates''

His number sat in her phone for months, un-touched, unopened. This was a start of a new chapter.

Jiyong stared at the phone screen, a genuine smile creeping at his lips. He quickly pulled out his own phone, typing out a quick text. A second later, her phone buzzed.

Jiyong: Hey.

"A fresh start," he said softly, locking his phone and sliding it back into his pocket.

"A fresh start," She agreed.

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{ONE SHOT}. |If our stars aligned✨✨| Pt 2

Pairing: Seunghun X reader Content warning:18+ only/sexual content/ unprotected sex. Read Pt 1 HERE>>> · · ─────── ·𖥸·

Sunlight filtered through the curtains, waking you with a sudden rush. The events of last night flooded your mind. The art gallery and the handsome stranger with a sharp smile who gave you his phone number. Fear that it was all a fever dream- worry overtook you. You rolled over and reached for the nightstand. Phew, the paper was still there, sitting beneath your phone. His name was scribbled neatly in pen. Seunghyun. As excited as you were, you didn't want to seem to desperate, but also don't want to come off uninterested.

You picked up your phone and unlocked it, a message popped up first from Ji-woo, rambling on about taking care of your intoxicated self the other night, you'll thank her later.

The blank text message bubble stared back at you. You typed: Hey Seunghyun, it's Y/n from last night.

''No, no thats no good'' You quickly deleted the dull words.

Y/n: Hey handsome stranger, it's me y/n from the art exhibit.

''No, thats too forward.'' You delete this as well. At this point you wondered if maybe it was too soon, it was barely nine in the morning, if you reached out now, would it seem desperate?.

Y/n: Hey, It's y/n..

You were unfamiliar with the dating pool now a day's, did the unwritten two-day-rule still apply?, or did people just text whatever and whenever now? you deleted the message, locked your screen and stared blankly out the window.

Whatever. You weren't going to let the this stranger ruin your entire morning, so you got up like any other day and walk into the bathroom to brush your teeth. Your anxiousness was evident by the aggressively squeezed toothpaste tube. The foam built up in your mouth as you stared back at yourself in the mirror, this was stupid you thought. It's just a text message, why were you acting like a giddy teenager?

Suddenly, your phone buzzed loudly from the bathroom.

You rinsed your mouth in a hurry, wiped the left over toothpaste from your chin and rushed to your bed where you left the phone. it was not your best moment. A text message from an unsaved number waited for you.

Unknown: You know, standard protocol is to actually hit send after you type a message. Good morning, Y/n''

Your face was heated with embarrassment. You'd forgotten that on iPhones, if you type the other person will see the typing bubbles. You were caught red handed.

Ok, get yourself together. There was no point in lying now, the damage was already done.

Y/n: Guilty as charged I guess. Good morning.

You quickly save his number under his name.

Seunghyun: No worries, I was honestly wondering if you were going to get back to me.

Seunghyun: Although, I have to ask..was there an essay planned for me, or was it really just going to be a simple 'Hi'

You caught yourself laughing. Handsome and funny? that's a plus.

Y/n: I am sure you wish there was an essay.

Y/n: But I knew it would brush your ego too much, so I went with a simple greeting.

Seunghyun: I'll have you know, I am actually confident in my ego thank you very much. let me buy you a coffee today? I can prove It to you then. Say, around one?

Y/n: Maybe you can😉. Sure sounds good. Send me the address,

The winky face might have been a little to forward, but you defiantly didn't mind being flirty with him.

Seunghyun: It's a date.

A pin drop was sent to your phone for a cozy cafe not too far from your neighborhood. You tossed your phone onto the mattress, if it wasn't for your neighbors you would scream your heart out. You had exact three hours to transform from a pajama wearing mess- to a hot put together person. But first, you needed to check your email. You were supposed to be getting a message from your professor to see if your painting was approved.

You flipped through the spam and random emails to find the familiar @ of your professor. There was a picture of your piece attached to the message. Instead of criticizing the art like you expected, the email was full of compliments and praising. He loved your piece.

''YES!'' Screw the neighbors. This time around you screamed. The day just started and it was already going to swell. This meant endless opportunities for you, and a passing grade. You grab your cell to shoot a quick message to Ji-woo, noting that a celebration was needed and then plug in your slowly dying phone.

''Ok, next on the agenda. Fuel..I need food''

You ran down the hallway to the kitchen, your bare feet was cold again't the hardwood floor. A bagel sounded good. You toasted the bread, slathered it with jam, and poured yourself a glass of prune juice. With a mouth full of bagel, you check the cafes location on your map. It was only fifteen minutes, which means you could probably take your time.

Once breakfast was finished you headed for the shower, the hot water washing away the last remnants of sleep and nervous tension. You washed your long locks, feeling a genuine spark of excitement for the day ahead.

Wrapped in a plush towel you step out of the tub into the foggy bathroom. You settled for a casual put-together look: a simple peach colored skirt and soft cream sweater, your favorite outfit. Only a minimal amount of makeup was necessary. Satisfied with your look, you felt confident to walk out the door.

The drive was surprisingly easy for a city as busy as this. Sunday traffic light and the radio playing softly in the background, it was peaceful,

You found a parking spot about a block away from the cafe, checked your makeup in the rearview mirror one last time, and stepped out into the crisp afternoon air.

When you pulled open the light door of the cafe, the rich aroma of roasted coffee beans and warm pastries hit you instantly. You glanced at your apple watch. It was 12:48 PM. You were twelve minutes early

A flutter of nerves returned to your stomach. Great.. now that you're early, it will look even more desperate. You decided to order a coffee while you waited- sitting at a small table in the corner, perfect view of the door. This was your first date in a while & the coffee was maybe not such a good idea. It made you even more jittery. When a whole ten minutes passed you felt even more like an idiot, you grabbed your purse ready to leave- when the brass bell above the door chimed, You looked up just as Seunghyun stepped inside, adjusting the collar of a dark jacket.

He stopped just past the threshold, his eyes immediately scanning the crowded room. It took him a moment to spot you, but when he did, he looked focused, showing you a warm smile.

''Well look who's early, you definitely strike me as someone who makes a guy wait.''

You rolled your eyes at his teasing remark. ''Yeah, yeah. I just didn't want to give you an excuse to say I was late.''

"Fair point," he said, pulling out the chair opposite to her. He sat down, leaning forward slightly with an amused glint in his eyes. "But admitting you got here early just proves you were eager to see me. I'm taking it as a win."

Your face flushed, your once confident aura shut down. He breezed past this with a smirk, happy to make you flustered as much as he can tonight. ''Anyways, looked like you ordered. What do you recommend?''

To clear your now dry throat, you take a sup of your caffeinated drink. ''Um yes I do, I come here a lot actually and this is always my order.''

'''Alright, don't move.''

He stood up, his tall frame stalking through the crowded cafe. He waited patiently behind a couple, his hands slipped into the pockets of his jacket. When it was his turn, he spoke to the barista, pointing toward your table with a smile that made the barista grin right back.

He paid and even left a tip in the tip jar. This was green flag number one for you. As the handsome man sat across from you again, his eyes never left yours, looking as eager as you were. ''Alright lets see if you're hype about this coffee is the truth''

Seunghyun takes a slow, appreciative sip. He pause, his eyes widening. ''Ok, wow. Looks like you're safe. This is delicious. I may have to abandon my black coffee now.''

''See? Sometimes you just gotta put your total trust in a stranger.'' You teased ''I have excellent taste.''

''You do.'' Seunghyun replied. "But I figured you were just trying to impress me. I see now, you’re actually a bad influence. I'm a man of routine. You're already throwing off my entire Sunday''

You laughed. ''Oh come on, it seems your so called routine is drinking boring black coffee. I bet this brew changed your life. I should get a thank you, at least''

''Thank you?'' He questioned. Amused by your feistiness. '' I am no longer a black coffee drinker, thank you for converting me''

''Mhm you're welcome. Although I cant tell if you're just trying to get on my good side, or if I really altered you.''

Seunghyun leaned in closer, you can smell the coffee radiating off his breath. ''Oh I am absolutely trying to get on your good side.''

His eyes darkened, his warm composer being iced over with obvious anticipation and want. He slid is coffee to the side, the only barrier between you two. The tension was almost too much to bear.

''I'll tell you right now, this is now a normal weekend for me. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since I saw you, Y/n''

Your breath caught in your throat. The air was thick with heat between you both. Your heart pulsed in your throat. ''Really?...''

Naturally, your eyes followed the outline of his striking jawline all the way down to his lips, longing for them.

Pleasure was evident on his face. ''Really.''

The confidence from before returned, you sit back in your chair with a smile. ''Well I hope your little infatuation with me wasn't the reason you bought my painting.''

This caught him off guard, he fixed his posture. Now Seunghyun was the one whose confidence got whipped away from him. ''oh- what no! of course not''

You enjoyed watching his little panic.

''I found your painting immaculate. It's actuality hanging in my living room. You...should come see it sometime.''

''Maybe I will''

He calmed then, after realizing he hadn't offended you. ''Okay, you're dangerous. I really thought you were about to walk out of here.''

You giggled, the frantic racing of her heart softening into a bubbly, happy flutter. ''Oh no, I could never walk away from you''

''Mmh, it was a calculated move. And it worked perfectly''

You reached your hand across the table, making the first move for physical contact. Your index finger fluttering above his hand. ''And you haven't ran away yet. That's a good sign''

His eyes dropped to your lips, but not for the reason you were expecting. ''Hold on'' His muscled hand reaches across the small table.

You froze, your heart now back to the fast-paced from before. Instead of using a napkin, Seunghyun gently brushed his thumb against your top lip, His touch was incredibly light, sending a shiver down your spine.

When his hand retreated, there was a tiny dollop of white foam on his thumb. ''You had a little bit of foam on ya''

You grabbed the napkin beside you, dabbing your mouth while letting out an embarrassed laugh.''Oh my god, please tell me I didn't have a full mustache''

''No, not a full mustache. Just a tiny dab of foam. It totally ruined your feisty vibe thought. Now I just think you're cute.''

The rest of the afternoon passed in a seamless bliss of warm energy. The two of you clicked, both forming a cozy energy. The first order of coffee turned into a second round, the table between them felt smaller by the minute. You wished you were closer to him. The playful tension from before never faded. It shifted into something deep and intimate. The both of you exchanged innocent touches, innocent glances at each other's lips but nothing more.

You both of you were the last in the cafe, lights behind you slowly went off and the workers around you did their closing duties, snapping you and Seunghyun out of your bubble.

The owner walked past their window table, approaching them with a warm smile. ''Sorry to interrupt, but we are closing up for the evening.''

The warm sun from before highlighting the wooden table was now gone, you peaked outside and the bright afternoon was replaced by the dark night.

''Woah'' Seunghyun was as shocked as you. He stood towering over you and extended his hand to help you stand. The familiar spark every time he touched you lingered. '' I guess we lost track of time''

''I guess so'' You murmured. Not wanting the night to end.

His hand rubbed the back of his neck, an obvious nervous tick. ''Look, um the night is still young and I don't really want to say goodbye. Would you like to come by for a night cap?''

You smiled, that's exactly what you wanted to hear. Your heart did that thing again. ''Lead the way''

Seunghyun explained he only lives a phew blocks away so the both of you could enjoy the crisp of the evening walking side-by-side. With every step, their shoulders brushed, a thrilling reminder of how desperately they both wanted to be close to each other.

They turned the corner, and Seunghyun led her through the private parking lot of a modern brick building. On the outside it was a plain grey, but inside the architecture was stunning. He was obviously someone of importance. When he unlocked the door, he stepped aside to let her in first. The apartment was staggering- a perfect reflection for his love of art, The walls were filled with a variety of striking art pieces and unique sculptures.

''Wow'' You stepped further into the living room wanting to admire further. ''Your taste is incredible''

''You see why your painting fit perfectly here?'' He followed behind you, adoring the sparkle in your eyes.

He waited for this moment. You turned the corner to look at the main living room wall, and your breath hitched. Hanging in the center of the room, perfectly lit by the lights, was the vibrant graphic illustration you had spent aeons on.

Seunghyun stalk over to you, stopping just inches away from you. The playful banter was gone, replaced by raw want in his eyes, ''I told you, it was an immaculate piece''

The restraint from the cafe was gone, being alone in the his apartment left a window of opportunity. You said nothing, just took a deliberate step forward.

Seunghyun didn't hesitate. The moment you moved, his hands raised, his fingers tangling into your hair and cupping the back of your neck with possessiveness. His head tilted down as his mouth finally met yours. The kiss was everything the entire afternoon promised-a hot longing. A gasp escaped your lips and he drank it in, gripping your waist tightly.

His lips were demanding, moving against yours with a hunger you've never felt before. Your lips stayed locked to his as he moved the both of you backwards, his steps deliberate, You followed his lead, wanting this as much as he did. A second later, the back of his knees hit the mattress. He pulled back, checking your eyes for confirmation that this is what you want. A slight nod was all he needed,

He sat on the mattress below him, gazing his eyes up and down your covered body, Your fingers tease at the brim of your shirt before you slowly peel it off your body.

''You're...beautiful''

The clothing item fell to the floor between you two. He followed your lead, starting with his pants. His erection was obvious against his underwear. Once you both were bare to each other, you straddled his lap, making his hands instinctively go to yours hips for support.

Before your dripping body eased him inside of you, you had so ask, ''Do you have protection?''

Seunghyun's pause gave it away. '' I don't. Honestly this was not how I expected the night to go.''

You were taking other matters of birth control so this wasn't going to ruin tonight. He bulked his hips up as you lowered yourself onto him. His veiny hands gripped you harder, embracing the wave of pleasure.

''Oh..god''

The movement of your hips was slow and deliberate. Riding out the euphoria striking through your body. Seunghyun rolled his head back, feeling the same high.

''Fuck, y/n just like that. Don't stop''

You gripped your fingers through his locks, forcing his head back down to look at you. As your eyes met, you rode him faster, making the headboard bang agains't the wall. ''Oh Seunghyun...kiss me''

He obeys, Bitting your lip in the process, You can taste the bitter metal of blood filling your bottom lip. Seunghyun takes control over now, thrusting his hips upwards, hitting just the right spot. You moaned out his name, not just once.. but many times. There was no way you can suppress the moans, hide the pleasure. And you didn't want to.

The sound of your sweaty body hitting again't each other filled the room. Seunghyuns pace never faltered, he kept the rhythm. Suddenly, his hands go to the small of your back. He picks you up and turns you over onto your back upon the bed, with him hovering over you. As if you two never departed, he entered you again but this time it was obvious he was chasing his orgasm.

The same came for you, the familiar release of tension just tittering at the edge. You were close. You never wanted his pace to falter, your legs wrapped around his waist pulling him closer. You can feel his member going deeper in you, and then that's when you felt your release. ''ohh fuckkk''

He watched you wither beneath him, just the sight alone making his dick twitch. His orgasm followed shorty after you, his one relentless pace coming to a stop. Seunghyun didn't pull out right away, he didn't want this intimate moment with you to end yet.

Your hands cup his sweaty face, he looked so sexy with his sweaty hair hanging from his head. With one last kiss, he departs from you trying to catch his breath beside you.

You lay with him. ''So, that was-''

''Amazing?'' He meant it more as a statement.

''Yeah...''

Neither of you knew what to say now. You laid completely bare & vulnerable in this strangers bed, usually after a night like this you would get dress and go home. But you felt this pull towards him, and you knew he felt it also.

''Um, it's pretty late-'' His voice didn't hold the confidence they did earlier in the day- he seemed nervous and unsure. As if approaching a deer, he was worried to scare you away. ''I don't want you driving this late you know? did you want to stay the night? I mean you don't have to sleep in the bed with me I-i have a couch and-''

Without a second thought, you lay your chest upon his chest. Snuggling up to him. ''I am fine, right here''

He smiled, welcoming you completely. He held you close throughout the night, and he promised himself he would never let you slip away.

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{ONE SHOT} |SINNER|

About story: He was a sinner/ she was a saint.

Pairing: Kwon Jiyong X reader

Content warning: 18+ only/explicit sexual content.

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The diamond ring on her finger felt less like a promise and more like a handcuff. To her family and elders in the room it was a symbol of love and envy- the man soon to be betrothed to her was of high status, she was always told she was lucky to haver him. But to her, the platinum band felt cold and tight enough to cut off her circulation. The conversation went on around her but she didn't engage. Instead she sat perfectly still, her hands resting neatly in her lap, her dress high-collared and unrevealing, just as she's been taught since childhood.

She felt like a ghost at her own celebration,the man that sat beside her was more extroverted. He conversed with her father, his attention was hardly on her. Min-jun occasionally looked over at her, his eyes carrying no passion, only pious satisfaction of man who is married an untouched saint. Her life was entirely mapped out for her, a holy marriage to an influential, wealthy man. Y/n need had no say in her future, this marriage was arranged the very day she turned twenty. The man she was marrying was someone she's never met before, a total stranger. But a wealthy stranger.

''She's quiet tonight.'' Min-jun noted to her father. ''But that's what I admire the most, my silent squirrel''

The pet name he gave her made her skin crawl, she despised it. It felt like a tiny leash, a reminder that she is expected to be small, harmless and absolutely voiceless. Her father was of no help, instead he nodded along. This arranged marriage was set to be sealed in less than three weeks, the ticking time bomb held over her head constantly. Three weeks left of freedom, three weeks left before she was handed over to man she hardly knew.

The idea of those twenty-one days ticking down was suffocating and the tightness of her dress was making it worse. She just kept telling herself this dinner was almost over, and then she can leave.

''I'm not silent. I am just listening''

Min-jun paused, his wine glass was hovering halfway to his lips. Embarrassment evident on his face. ''A little bit of spirit hmm? How charming''

She forced herself to stare blankly at her plate, blocking out the sound of their voices as they discussed the entirety of the wedding and the life they mapped out for her without her consent.

The moment the dinner ended, she was guided to the limousine, her soon to be husband and herself purposely being separated until the wedding night. Her father was chivalrous, always has been. He held the door for her and the umbrella above her as the rain came down on this night. But when it came to money, her father was a a different person. The only reason this marriage was happening was because Min-jun came from a very wealthy family. That is truly all she knew about him.

The way his hand rested heavily on her thigh beneath the table made her skin crawl, he wasn't supposed to touch her like that since they're not wedded. But still he ignored her father's wishes and snuck that skin to skin contact. It made her wonder what other rule he didn't mind breaking. When the car finally pulled up to her family's large home, y/n feigned a headache. She kissed her mothers cold cheek, endured her fathers stern & somewhat coherent 'goodnight', and retreated to her bedroom.

But the instant her bedroom door clicked shut, the walls began to close in. The purely white weeding dress sat on a mannequin in the corner, a constant reminder of her impending doom. Just less than three weeks away.

Panic, sharp, clawed at her throat.

Moving on pure survival instinct, Y/n stripped off her gown & ripped off her necklace making the pearls roll onto the floor. Instead she put on a simple velvet dress and woolen coat to brace the outdoor weather. Without a second to waste she crept down the servants staircase, her heels echoing off the walls, and ran into the midnight rain.

She had no idea where she was going until the towering stone spikes of her local abandoned cathedral loomed out of the darkness. The heavy oak doors of the church groaned as she pushed them open, slipping inside. The parish was pitch black, saved from total darkness by the glow of burning candles. The air was thick with the scent of damp wax. It was known the unhoused came here for shelter, so candles were always lit.

This was where ever since y/n was a kid, she would run and hide. it was her comfort place, she didn't see herself as a religious women but the smell of the cold stone & the sound of the flickering candles was comforting. Y/n collapses on to the stone floor, finally being able to breathe and let out the cry she was holding in all night. Her shoulders shook with silent, ragged sobs. She wanted nothing more than to be free from this situation she was put in, personally she didn't believe in praying, she never thought there was someone upstarts in the clouds. But at this point, if it were to help her, she would.

''No one's going to hear you, Jagiya.''

The voice came from the darkness of the row directly behind her- a low gravelly baritone cut through the silent building like a blade.

She gasped, her words dying in her throat and she turned to look to the mysterious voice. The faint red glow of the candles caught the sharp angles of his jawline and heavy rings on his fingers. He held himself like a predator, a predator invading a small space. With the little amount of light in this damp building, the stranger's identity was well hidden. But what she could see was a black silk shirt unbuttoned to the collar, exposing a hard collarbone and intricate ink on his neck.

''Who...who are you?''

''Just a shadow in the dark.'' he murmured, his eyes fixated on her tear stained cheeks and plump red lips. He was already infatuated with her beauty. When he exposed himself more, coming out from the darkness, he didn't reach out to touch her. Instead he extended a hand, placing his palm flat on the wooden ledge next to her fingers. Offering his warmth without touching her.

Y'n watched the light glint off the rings on his finger, the more she stared at his hand the more she found out about him. The ink on his neck didn't stop there, this man had two more tattoos on his fingers. She should have ran, a little voice in her head was telling her to do so. But there was no aggression in his movements, no threatening signals which threw her off because his stature was the complete opposite.

''You shouldn't.. be here.'' She whispered, her voice barely being heard. '

The man's shoulders shrug, not letting her words affect him. ''I go where I'm needed'' His eyes roamed her body. ''And why are you here? you don't look like the type of girl to be out so late''

Her eyes narrowed, the once sorrow expression now flared into indignation. She fixed her posture and wiped away her tears with her polished fingers. ''Excuse me? You don't know anything about me, how dare you.''

An amused rumble vibrated in his chest, the man tilted his head watching her in amusement, a frantic flush crept up her neck and painted her cheeks.

''Is that so?'' he purred. The man didn't back away from her anger, instead he leaned in it, clearly being delighted by her flustered composure.

''Then tell me, what type of girl sneaks out in the freezing rain to weep in a church at midnight?.''

Y/n opened her mouth so speak, having a snappy comeback prepared, but the words caught in her throat. Her heavy makeup-ed eyelashes fluttered as she looked from his chestnut, teasing eyes down to his lips.

''I...I came to have a moment to myself'' she stammered. loosing control over her voice. ''And you're being completely rude.''

''No, I am being honest.'' He corrected. The man lifted his hand, his fingers grazed through the air with absolute gentleness, his knuckles lightly brushing against her cheek, wiping away a stray forgotten tear.

The physical contact shot a violent jolt of electricity through her. Min-jun's touch felt nothing like this. This felt..soft, yet it carried an underlying power that made her breath hitch.

The intimate moment was over as fast as it began, the reality of her soon to be future hit her, making her realize what an unknown situation she was in. ''Um- I should get home. Its getting la-''

He held her hand in his, admiring the polished ring placed on her finger ''Married?''

''Not yet, my impending doom is just a phew weeks away.'''

This intrigued the stranger. ''Is that how you see the marriage?''

''Well, let's just say it's not the perfect marriage.''

The man closed the gap between them, stepping closer. ''You're shaking'' he observed, his thumb caressed her jawline, anchoring her all ready flustered energy until it melted away into pure heat and want.

''Are you scared of your future? or scared that you might want to actually step out of your cage?''

''I...I don't even know you'' She whimpered, leaning into his touch, defeated by his warmth.

''Jiyong'' he whispered. ''My name is Jiyong'' His eyes locked onto her lips, desire swimming in his eyes as he leaned in until his breath fanned her lips. ''Remember it. Because tonight, you'll be screaming my name'''

When his lip finally met hers, the tragic world outside the cathedral ceased to exist.

Jiyongs lips were warm and demanding. He didn't rush her- he ravished in her taste-slowly. His mouth and tongue explored her, bruising possessiveness that made her panties soak. All she could do was whimper, her hands blindly reaching up to grip his shoulders to stay up right.

With the obvious compliance from her, Jiyong deepened the kiss. His hand moved down her back, pulling her body firmly against him. Jiyongs touch threatened to unravel her dress right here, right now.

Panic set in, the sudden vulnerability crushed her.

With a sharp intake of air she pulls away first, purposely putting a border between them. The aftermath of the kiss left her lips tingling and red.

''Wait..''

The man listened, his thumb resting on her flushed cheek for confront. He wasn't going to force her back into the embrace, instead he watched her.

''I cant..'' She mutters, Her face now read with embarrassment. Her gaze was un able to meet his, the confession felt like a sin itself. Exposing how sheltered and untouched she really was. ''I cant to this. I've never done this before...''

Jiyong remained still, listening. ''Do what, Jagiya?''

Her throat ran dry, desperate for a drink of water. She forced herself to match his gaze. ''Any of it'' she confessed, her words now raw. ''I'm a virgin''

The mockery she was expecting wasn't there. Instead, Jiyong looked simply amused, a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. He found this captivating-this feisty, untouched beauty is trying so hard to hide how pure she really was.

''A virgin'' he muttered. Jiyongs stance never changed, he still held his thumb upon her cheek.

''Don't laugh at me!''

''I'm not laughing, I promise.'' He corrected her softly, his hand now cradles her cheek, afraid to let her go. The tense eye contact he kept with her made her legs falter. ''I find it beautiful''

Jiyong leaned in closer, completely crowding her into his space. She was right away infatuated with the smell of him, his rich scented cologne engrossed her entirely.

'' I am not the man you're being forced to marry. I don't take what's not mine, if you stay here with me, I will show you exactly what pleasure feels like'' He leaned down and brushed his lips on the sensitive skin below her ear making her gasp. ''And I promise, I will be gentle. ''

Y/n completely surrender to his words. There was not a second thought to this situation, for once she wasn't going to follow any rules, or have something decided for her. She is making her own choices tonight. and tonight she decided to put her trust in this stranger.

With the strength she was unaware he had, Jiyong picks her up as if she was a feather, and places her upon the wooden benches. Lining himself up between her legs.

''Do you want me?'' He huffs

Her body, mind, heart were all telling her yes just as badly as her body was aching for him, a feeling she's never felt before. ''I want you''

Jiyong growled, the recent calm & tender man now gone and taken over by this needy, longing predator. His hands grazed over her skin leaving goosebumps all the way to the high collar of her conservative dress. One by one, he undid the stiff buttons peeling away the dress & exposing her pale white skin.

''So beautiful.'' His lips trailed from her collar bone- to the crease of her neck. She shuttered, her body responding naturally, getting wet for him.

She wanted to see more of him, the glimpse of his skin and tats from earlier was not enough. Y/n tugged at his shirt, not knowing how to ask.

''You want this off?'' He chuckled deeply.

Y/n just nodded, shyly.

''Ok, Jagiya.''

The casual way he unbuttoned his shirt caught her off guard. The shift in the room was hot-looming with sexual tension. Her eyes stared at his tatted body, something that was entirely unfamiliar to her. She raised her hand to his chest, tracing the muscles. She found herself leaning into him, needing-wanting to feel his lips upon hers.

As the passionate kiss went on, she felt his hands pulling the dress complete off her. Leaving her totally exposed to him. She instinctively shivered. He stopped, wanting to make sure she was still ok.

''Do you want me to keep going?''

''Yes, please.'' She whimpered. Y/n hated how pathetic she sounded, but the pull he has on her would make her do anything.

The sound of Jiyong undoing his belt echoed through the building.Just like her dress, he let his pants fall to the floor. His member up and erect, ready for her.

The size made Y/n nervousness, this was the first time she's seen a dick- and was worried he was too big. Her eyes grew staring down at his member.

''It's ok, Jagiya. I'll go slow''

She felt his hot erected member tease the front of her entrance, she was already soaked so there was no worry there. Jiyong held one hand against the wooden benches, and his other gripping her hip to hold himself steady. His eyes showed trust, she starred into them as he entered. It hurt, as expected. She gripped onto his bare shoulders, trying to breathe through it. Jiyong stops half way, letting her get used to the position. He surprised a moan, her body naturally clenching around his member.

''Are you ok?''

After a moment the burning sensation passed, and was taking over by a warm overwhelming feeling in her stomach. All she wants him to do was go further.

''Yes, move. please.'' She pleaded.

Jiyong moves his member fully inside her. The intense pleasure shakes her entire body. A small amount of blood coated his dick, she was no longer a virgin.

''Fuck you're so tight.'' His thrusts were unsteady, scared to hurt her.

Both of them were breathless, the sound of their sweaty bodies together and the sloppy kisses echoed through out the building. This was a feeling she wish she can feel forever, she clung onto him scared to let go. Y/n wanted him to brand her, and Jiyong taking her pureness away did just that. She would never forget this.

Jiyongs ringed fingers held her face, forcing eye contact. ''Look at me''

She tried, but the pleasure was so intense. Y/n wanted to swim in the bliss. As his grip tightens, it forced her eyes open. She felt his thrusts turning into a rhyme & relentless, chasing his high.

''Say my name''

A sudden intense heat warmed her insides, it was building up with every one of his relentless thrusts. When her eyes opened, looking into his- is when she felt that heated release. ''Ohhh Jiyong!''

He smiled an approval. ''Thats right, yell who's fucking you. Let the whole word know''

The determined pounding started to falter. His hand gripped her shoulder hard enough to leave a mark, he huffed as the orgasm hit him but he didn't stop, chasing that release . ''F---Fuckkkk''

Jiyongs head dropped to her shoulder, his hair coated in sweat.

Y/n sat there embracing this moment, there wasn't a lick of regret in her mind. She just had sex with a complete stranger, in an abandoned church. This would make her grandmother turn in her grave.

Blood dripped from her as he pulled out, this she expected. That was taught to her shortly after her engagement. But that was no longer happening. She was going to take control of her life now.

''Sorry about ...the dress'' Jiyong looked adorable, standing there awkwardly holding her torn apart gown. luckily she had her coat to cover herself on her way home.

''Oh thats ok, I have a coat.'' She expected this spontaneous adventure to be over, she tied the trench coat and was ready to leave. Until Jiyong gripped onto her wrist.

''Wait you're-um...you're leaving?''

''Yes. It's late, I should-''

''Sit with me.'' He abruptly interrupted her. ''Sit with me, please. The night is so beautiful, lets enjoy it''

Y/n was unsure of this, this stranger all the sudden wanted to further this intimate connection the two of them had. She wasn't against it, she too felt this pull, but didn't know how to say it.

''Yes, of course''

Jiyong asks her to join him on the marble floor, the both of them sit beside each other watching the flames. Y/n already decided she will not wash him away when she gets home, she wants his smell on her as long as possible. His cologne to stain her skin. This was the break away she needed, to finally feel free. And it was just the beginning.

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Hey luvs🩵🦋

The last chapter of A NOT SO LOVELY LOVE STORY will be slightly delayed. I want to go into great depths with this ending & really put my heart into it, the more I write the further I want to get into the complexity that is their friendship. Even though I hold the magic wand to write this story , I'm still as invested as ya'll😫😫 I want them to be together but it's also such a toxic situation.

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{ONE SHOT} |Paint me like one of your French girls|

About story: You and your best friend Seunghyun have a little fun in the storage room of an art exhibit.

Pairing: Seunghyun X reader

Content warning: 18+ only/explicit sexual content.

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''You ever think about how it's hilarious that you're in your thirties and don't have your drivers license?''

Your thirty eight year old best friend of ten years has his own car but no drivers license, it never made sense to you. For as long as you've known him he's always said he has no use for a drivers license, he prefers to be driven around. That you were more than well aware of, you were that designated driver. He preferred you over his multitude of security official. That's why today on this rainy day, you were the DD.

''Y/n shut up. You know you love having use of my cars. Honestly you get the long end of the stick.''

It was true, the benefit of being his chofer was you had unlimited access to his car. But you still liked to give him shit.

''Hmm perhaps''

There was more to your friendship than this playful nature, what started this bond was the mutual interest in art. Art was your life, it ran in your blood. Your Appa was the artist but you had great taste, countless paintings purchased crowded your home. That's how Hyung met you. Your art collection was displayed on the internet for everyone to see, and Seunghyun came across your page. Endless nights of Dm'ing turned to endless nights of FaceTime's and eventually meeting in person.

His celebrity status was never a matter to you. It's not as if you weren't aware of who he was when you met him, but his taste in art was more of an importance to you.

''We're going to be early, is that necessary with our special passes?''

''It is. Remember, my Appa knows the curator and that's how we even got the special passes in the first place. We might as well take advantage and be one of the first people there, no?''

''Right ,right of course."

There was a private entry way for VIPs, the parking lot was to the back of the building and that's where you had to park. The lot had high end security, before you were even able to access the area, both you and Seunghyun had to show proof of the passes and verify ID's. Once it was all confirmed, then you were allowed in. The parking lot could hardly be called crowded, only eight cars including hyungs were there. Which was perfect, you despised crowds.

''Wow you weren't kidding. The passes really were limited access''

''Sure is, don't you love me''

Seunghyun flashed a flirtatious smile at you, agreeing. That was as far as either of you would go with flirting, snarky comments and coy expressions, thats all. And after whatever comment was said or look was given, you both went on with your day as if it was of the norm, neither of you thought too much into it. So that was exactly what happened now, the two of you left the vehicle and walked to the exhibit like any other day.

The building was stunning, the entry way's ceiling was decorated with a variety of art pieces, either painted on or framed. Your camera was already in hand, ready to take pictures. The both of you split, going different directions into the exhibit. Your plan was to take photo's of the pieces that interested you and maybe purchase them, and Hyung was looking for one specific painting that was advertised to be here today.

You kept a look out for that painting as well, Hyung figured if there was more then one pair of eyes looking then he has a better chance of purchasing the piece before anyone else.There was a whole twenty minutes the special passes group had to look around before the exhibit opened for the public, so the both of you did have a ticking clock.

Seunghyun was just across the room, sat & admiring a portrait. You had to admit to yourself, he was a handsome man. This was a perfect shot, you focus the camera on him and take the picture.

This was a keeper. He must have heard the click of your camera cause his attention turned towards you. You weren't as far from him as you thought.

''Stalker much''

''Oh shush, you look good! look.''

Hyung leans over the camera for a closer view, his grin was all the approval you needed.

''Good? oh come on I look sexy''

You definitely agreed with that. Years of sexual attraction has been pushed down, but a thought of making an advance never crossed your mind. You felt the sexual pull from him as well, so it was mutual but the bond you two had was more important than these complicated feelings.

''Well of course you do, when do you not''

Instead of the short chortle and moving on, instead of brushing over the slight teasing, Hyung remained close to you, gazing at you..not the picture. This time he searched your eyes but you were unsure what for, was he insulted? did you take it to far? This was not the first time you complimented him this way, what's so different now? His gaze was not retreating, he held it, so you were the first to look away.

''Um so- theres so much to see, let's walk more yeah?''

''Mmh yes of course''

The both of you wandered, arms locked together and silent. But your mind was running, what the hell was a that?! I wasn't imagining that..right? maybe I am thinking to much into it, I'm definitely thinking to much into to it. Theres no way.

At that moment you wished reading his thoughts was some kind of super power you had, but you still doubted he was even thinking about what happened, his face was completely stoic. I need a drink

It was publicized food would be severed as well as wine which was all that was on your mind now, there was still twenty minutes till the doors open to the public, you can down a couple of glasses of wine in twenty minutes. But you're just aiming for two.

''Look, wine. Wine sounds good right now right?''

You felt a little unhinged now, probably sounded a bit deranged as well. Hyung didn't find anything odd, drinking at these exhibits was the norm for both of you. He poured you a glass of your favorite, white wine. He was a red wine sort of man, opposite to yours. There's multiple differences in each other's habits at these exhibits. You preferred to snack while drinking, he doesn't, Hyung limited himself to three glasses, you stop at two. It was an a tender habit.

''Mmm this might be better then the wine at the last exhibit''

The wine's brand was one you haven't heard of but the name shocked you. ''T’SPOT Bordeaux..2018?, who the hell is that?''

''Well, remember when I said I wanted to buy land for my own vineyard?''

Thats when it hit you. 'T'spot' ..this was his wine. ''No way this is yours???'' The bottle was stunning, you couldn't help but to examine the glass.

''Well yes, and no. My blend is mixed with another brand, brut wines. But my own mix is in there and I have a lunched website and everything''

''Oh my god, when was all this?''

The liquid swirled as Hyung spun the glass lightly, a habit he always had when he spoke with a wine glass in hand. ''I didn't want to say anything until it was official. It just launched this morning''

'' I'm so proud of you Oppa, wow I definitely need a bottle to take home.''

''I've already gifted a crate to your Appa, it's enough for both of you''

''That's very sweet of you Oppa.''

You were definitely not going to hear the end of this from your Appa. He was always saying to you that Seunghyun was a perfect match, that he's an eligible man in this harsh dating world, why wouldn't you date him? No matter how many times you've explained your reasons, your Appa would just tsk away the explanation. Now this was just another plus in his book.

You poured yourself another glass, your limit for tonight. ''Alright, ready to explore some more?''

Hyung held out his arm which you willing grasp, and the both of you make your way around the exhibit. The moment from earlier completely slipped your mind, that was partially due to the wine, so everything between you two seemed as normal as ever. Hyung found the piece he was looking for just in time before the doors opened, and you took plenty of pictures, even spotted some pieces you wanted to buy. The night was going splendid, and the exhibit was not as crowded as you thought. Even when the doors opened to the public.

The hour was growing late & the amount of people in the exhibit grew smaller, you & Hyung were part of that small bunch. This event was until midnight and the both of you were dedicated to stay till then, it was a tradition to be one of the first to arrive and the last to leave. The downside to this tradition was during this time of the night there was nothing left to see or do but eat and drink You lost count of how many glasses of wine you had but it was surely more then your limit.

Hyung matched your drunken vibe, having to many glasses then he can remember. Luckily the both of you weren't disruptive drunk's, but defiantly curious ones. You guys somehow ended up wondering upstairs, passed where the event was even being held. Neither of you honestly knew where you were.

''Where even are we?''

Upstairs was cluttered with a range of items, painting supplies, canvases, mannequins. This was obviously some sort of storage room. But the view was the jackpot, there was a large window showing the city of busan.

''Wow Oppa look at this.'' Condensation spread around the glass once you spoke. The city was lit up, reflecting into the river. You would honestly move to this city if you could. In a heartbeat.

Hyungs reflection lingered behind you, his eyes grazed down your body. ''Yeah it's- Beautiful'' His mind was corrupted with dirty thoughts, thoughts that have never appeared until now. Hyung couldn't say it, but all he wanted to do was bend you over that window and fuck you while admiring the city.

''It really is, I want to move out here... someday''

His hand hovered over your side, tempted to hold you. But he restricts himself, convinced this temptation is just the result of the alcohol. He gulps out of desperation, the need for his dry throat to be coated with salvia crucial.

''Hmm well that would make it more difficult to see you, wouldn't it?''

''Only about five-'' The words were ripped away from you, when you turned Hyung stood just a breath away from you. His eyes were clearer as ever now, you can see the beautifully layered chocolate brown. He was striking.

''Five hours? I think that's a little too far for me. But if it meant I would see your beautiful face, I would travel hours.''

His words were completely unexpected, as much as you welcomed this advance and probably wanted it more than him, you still stepped back.

He clears his throat. ''Um but of course I would understand. This city is stunning''

The blank canvases spread around the room gave him a good idea for a distraction and a quick aversion to this awkward moment. He grabs the canvas sitting beside the window & places it on the abandoned easel.

''It inspires me. May I draw you?''

You've always loved his art, after Hyung persuaded singing and acting you always pushed for him to continue drawing but he kept it as a hobby. ''Of course, just tell me where you want me''

You follow his hand as it guides you to the center of the window. ''Perfect right there!, great view of the lights''

His focus was zeroed in on the canvas in front of him, Hyung wanted this to be just right. He's never drawn you before and he hated himself for not realizing how beautiful and worthy you were to be drawn. The lights were first to be outlined, he wanted to perfectly portray them behind you & how they illuminated your eyes.

''Oppa?''

''Hmm?''

''Do you really think I'm beautiful?''

Hyungs white headed hair popped up from behind the canvas, giving you his full attention. ''I do.''

Your heart did a thing, a flutter of some sorts that you've never felt before, waves of butterflies tittered in your tummy as he smiles. You were curious how far he would take this, cause you were willing to cross an unimaginable line. Once his focus went back to the drawing is when you decided to test him.

''Oppa, do you need to me move at all? fix my pose... anything?''

''Nope. You are perfect just where you are''

You shimmy the string of your tank top ever so slightly so that the fabric drops below your shoulder revealing your collar bone. ''What about like this?''

Hyungs eyes dart to the exposed skin in an instant, curiosity was telling on his face, He wanted to see more. ''Sure that works'' He chose his next words carefully, not wanting to scare you away. ''What about the other side as well?''

Your finger teasingly pulled the string down matching your right side. Hyung drew the moment as it happened, the stencil work didn't miss one detail of your polished skin.

''Wait, I don't want you to have to start over.'' The brim of your shirt slowly rises, purposely going a teasingly sluggish pace. You want him to take you in, every inch of you before you're fully exposed. Just as your breast were about to uncovered, you halt. ''Should I stop?''

Hyungs obvious erection poked through his pants, even if he did say for you to stop there, his body said otherwise. ''No, please don't''

His eyes stayed locked on you once you were fully bare to him, trailing from each of naturally perked & rounded breasts to your erect nipples. ''God you're breast are- breathtaking ''

The pencil scraped agains't the paper in a vast pace, as if he was worried the image would disappear. He needed to touch you, feel you, be inside you. The pencil sounded as if was going to break as he added the finishing touches to your breasts. Hyung gazed stayed locked on your eyes this time, begging you to show him more.

You wanted nothing more than to show yourself to him. ''Hyung.. undress me''

His response was delayed, the words took a moment to process but once they did, he moved with ease. The incomplete canvas sat abandoned once again, Hyung approached you but doesn't touch.

''May I?''

You nod, which was all he needed. Hyungs lips struck yours with desire, his hand gripping your breast in an instant. ''Turn around''

Your body spun as he turned you, bending you over the window. His hand explored your body before stopping at your pants to pull them down. ''You have no idea how long I've wanted to see you like this''

The belt clasp coming un done echoed through the empty room, clashing with the sound of your unsteady breaths. His hard member poked at your entrance, You braced yourself.

''Are you ok?''

''Yes.''

You stare at the city ahead of you, praying no one would look up and see you like this. But that's what made this more exciting. Hyung enters you with ease, you were already dripping for him.

''Fu-ckkkkk''

Your body naturally welcomed him, your cooch expanding and moist liquid coated his dick, Hyung was given full access to move in and out. ''Oh my god Hyung''

The pace kept rhythmic, the both of you enjoying this new found pleasure with each other. His hands grip at your hips to steady himself, ''Fuck, have you been this wet for me this entire time?''

Ever since your little strip tease, your panties were soaked, aching for him. it was embarrassingly quick how fast your body prepped for him, almost as if the years of drowned attraction has come up all at once. His pace quickened, you felt your hands slipping from the now foggy window.

''Hyung faster, I'm close''

His fingers reach under you, teasing your throbbing clit. ''Cum for me Jagiya''

With the mixture of his relentless thrusts and ruthless rhythm of his finger as he rubbed you, a wave of pleasure hit you as you finally reached your peak. ''Ohh fuck Oppa!''

Your body twitched below him, trying to calm from the euphoria. Your naked sweaty body was still pressed against the glass as Seunghyun chased his high, the familiar warm liquid dripped inside you as he finished, the once relentless thrusts now faltering. ''Fuck''

The once clear refection on the window was now fogged over, but still you watch as Hyung tries to compose himself. His once styled hair now in shambles. With a departing kiss upon your back, he pulls out.

The room remained silent as you both dressed, neither of you knew what to say to each other. What just happened between you two could never be taken back. There was definitely no feelings of regret from either of you, but more of..what's the next step.

''So..''

''So''

You had almost forgotten the drawing. ''Can I see the finished product?''

''Oh of course'' The once blank canvas now displayed a beautiful work of art.

The drawing was partly finished, the light's and the city behind you was finished, but the only part drawn of you was your upper body and breasts. Still, the detail & shadowing was immaculate.

''Wow Hyung this is- amazing''

''Please..take it home. a nice memory of tonight''

You placed a soft kiss onto his cheek, this was definitely a night to remember. ''Oh crap do you think this place closed?''

Neither of you knew how long you were up here for, but panic set in. Hyung rushed to the door, but to no avail, it was locked. ''Fuck, what time is it?''

Your apple watch read One AM. Fuck ''Are we seriously stuck up here?''

''looks like it, at least for tonight''

Seunghyun's demeanor was more calm than you, he sat in front of the window, looking drained. ''Come sit''

''What- you're not going to try and find a way out? were stuck in here..''

''Y/n the exhibit closes at midnight, no one is here. Please sit with me, lets fall asleep to the city lights''

There was no point in protesting, he was right no one was here. And falling asleep to the city lights sounded pleasant. So, you sit beside Hyung like he asked. What happened tonight may never be spoken of, or may happen again, perhaps even grow into something more serious. But for now you sat here with him, head laid upon his shoulder with no worry's in mind.

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Heyyy Luvs🩵🩵 🦋 from the result of the poll, you guys want chapters out PRONTO🤣. I would like to finish my current series first, the ending chapter is next to be released🥲.

Then I can finally post the 1st chapter of : |The Moon helps the Stars shine✨|

Heres an about story tease🫰 :)

|THE MOON HELPS THE STAR'S SHINE✨|

About Story: Childhood friends typically last but not in this case. From best friends to complicated feelings developing, it was a destined to end. And that's exactly what happens. Seunghyun gets a chance to train at the YG building leaving y/n behind. Now years later Seunghyun is the artist he was always dreaming to become & y/n is thriving as a manager representing idols. Her one rule was she'll manage anyone.. except idols at YG. But when her boss insisted she manages the shining group Bigbang, she has no choice and after ten years Y/n and Seunghyun paths cross again.

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| A NOT SO LOVELY LOVE STORY| Chapter 12

Pairing: Kwong Jiyong X reader

Content warning: Mentions of miscarriage/ mention of PCOS

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Days turned into weeks and the world continued on. Doctors persisted with her care & there was obvious improvement, she spoke from time to time however the words weren't very coherent. The nurses insisted Jiyong to maintain a conversation with y/n regularly, despite her words being hard to understand , the importance of stimulating y/n brain was crucial.

So Jiyong did just that. He had a variety of conversations with y/n, she might have not absorbed everything he was saying but for the sake of her recovery he would carry on. And when y/n wasn't up for having a conversation, Ji would read to her, or brush her hair, whatever needed to be done he did it never leaving her side.

The guys however respectfully kept a distance, stopping to visit from time to time but mainly giving Ji the privacy with y/n. There was some confliction with this arrangement though, only Seunghyun had an issue and although he never voiced it to Jiyong, he did state his opinion with the other band mates. But that was neither here nor there, Taeyang & Daesung disagreed so the conversation was dropped, they were unaware of Seunghyun confession so his argument held no weight.

Jiyong would never learn of what could only be described by Taeyang as an outburst. He honestly wouldn't have cared anyways, their friendship was already tainted, what's a little more strain going to do. Instead Jiyong focused on y/n and y/n only. So as he sat beside her bedside, joining hands, Ji knew there was nowhere else he'd rather be.

''Well then, I take that as an insult''

'' I'm just being- honest. you stink! come on Ji, I'm sure you want to- .. shower in your own bathroom''

Y/n's speech was not impeccable quiet yet, she had to emphasize with certain words and there was light pauses in her sentences but the fact that's she's talking at all is great news.

''Well sure, but I don't mind washing up in the bathroom. You're not going to win this argument Jagiya.''

''Fine. can you at least go home and- shower? take some pictures with- Bingso for me. I miss her so much. ''

Jiyong considered it for just a moment, It seemed like a win, win. He gets to take a nice hot shower rather than washing up in the hospital sink, and he has an opportunity to make her smile.

Jiyong exhaled a sigh of defeat. ''Fine.''

''Ahh thank you, thank you. Here take my phone for the Bingso pictures, I want- tons of them! please let her know- I love her so, so much.''

He was already dreading carrying around her blinged out phone with charms that added an abundance of weight to the already small cellphone. But still, Ji bared an shiny smile and took the device.

''I will be right back alright? one hour tops. Do you need anything? I can pick up a box of Yakgwa''

''Ohh yes please''

''You got it. '' Jiyong left an departing kiss upon her cheek and left.

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Readers POV |Third person|

A quiet room was a torturous one for you, the chirp of the hospital machines wasn't enough, the tv was an option but had horrible service. Still you gave the Tv a chance and searched for a channel.

''Miss L/n?'' The assigned nurse knocked gently on the door to introduce herself. Nurse Ha-yoon was an all around lovable person, you were shamed to admit you preferred her over the many other medical professionals.

''Ah Annyeonghaseyo Ha-yoon. How are you?''

''Well I should be the one asking you that y/n. How are you? any pain?''

Nurse Ha-yoon checked your vitals & adjusted the fluid bag as she spoke. Many of the other medic's had unnaturally cold hands that you were forced to get used to during your stay here, but not Ha-yoon, her hands were warm and soft.

''Um no, no- pain.''

''Well your vitals sound good, nothing out of the ordinary and your speech sounds amazing. Sounds like your boyfriend has been working with you.''

''Boyfriend?''

Nurse Ha-yoon hummed. You didn't want to correct her if that's how Jiyong introduced himself, but you also don't want to lie.

''Jiyong is not- my boyfriend, just a real good friend''

''What a shame, you two look nice together''

Maybe it was the fact that nurse Ha-yoon has more important things to care for rather than keeping up with the latest idols, but you were still surprised she had't recognized you or even Ji. Many of the other doctors and nurse have asked for multiple autographs and pictures, but not her. It was obvious you were some kind of an importance since there was an abundance of security outside the hospital and the room door. Ha-yoon just never asked why.

Sensing you were not wanting to continue the conversation, Nurse Ha-yoon turned her attention over to your chart. The date of your discharge was a week from now and as excited as you were, YG was adamant on your recovery and would not let you work. You couldn't complain, with YG'S help they found the person who hit you within a couple of days. You were grateful. The scandal however was not brushed under the rug like you expected.

The response to your accident was neither good nor bad, but instead just took the spotlight from your scandal for a moment. It was a welcomed distraction, instead of the crude comments you mainly saw people wishing you well and a speedy recovery. To this day it still shocked you how fast fans can switch up on their idols.

''I want to do a panel of blood work on you just to keep it safe, is that fine with you?''

''Hm? oh yes of- course''

You honestly had forgotten she was still in the room. As much as you hated needle's, it was better safe than sorry.

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Y/n's jazzed up cell phone laid on the nightstand charging, Jiyong had plugged the device in before heading in the shower. A handful of mixed calls and texts cluttered the home screen, every one of them from Seunghyun. If he couldn't reach her in person, he had to reach her another way. Jiyong was fully unaware, the incoming text's and calls were muffled by the running water.

Only when Jiyong was out of the shower did he notice the screen lighting up. ''Hmm'' Damp foot prints imprinted into the carpet as he made his way to the phone. The screen was crowded with messaged.

Seunghyun: How are you doing today?

Seunghyun: Sorry I couldn't visit today, Jiyong was there.

Seunghyun: Have you eaten yet?

Seunghhyun: Just fed bingso, she's such a good girl.

Seunghyun: We need to talk.

''What the- talk about what?''

As if perfect timing, y/n front door unlocked. Jiyong was still in his towel but didn't care. It was Seunghyun.

''Oh you're here? I thought you were-''

''I'm going back, I just wanted to take a shower & check in on Bingso.''

Hyung was holding multiple bags of cat food & litter, he's supposed to be the one checking in on Bingso.

''Oh I thought I was taking care of her''

''Yeah well Y/n wanted me to take some pictures of her, even gave me her phone to do so''

The hurt was obvious on his face, why couldn't she have asked him to take pictures? still with a defeated sigh he puts away the cat supplies as usual. The room remained silent, jiyong watched as he touched her things as if he lived here. Gathering plates, unloading the dishwasher. He should be doing this stuff for her not him.

Seunghyun can feel Jiyongs gaze on his back. ''Ji, do you have a problem me with being here?''

'' Matter of fact I do.''

The sudden bluntness surprised Hyun, he didn't expect to have this conversation with him today. ''Listen I never intended for you to find out what happened between us ok, and I am sorry you found out that way. I didn't do it to spite you-''

Jiyong laughed mockingly, not believing a word he's saying. ''Oh sure, you didn't do it to spite me, the second her and I are having problems you're up her ass like a dog''

''Ok...it wasn't the second after, it was a whole six months after, need I remind you, you BROKE her heart and I was there for her the entire time. We just grew close is all''

''If you guys are soooo close then how come it hasn't happened again? how come she's cried to me telling me it was a mistake. How come I fucked her just a phew weeks ago.''

Hyung said nothing in return, this was not how he expected this to turn out . He doesn't understand how she can go back to him after everything.

''You- slept together?''

Jiyong had a sly smile upon his lips, annoying enough that Hyun wanted to hit him.

''We did.''

All those months seem to be a waste now, he really thought she was done with Jiyong. She made so much progress to move forward and then now this. This was just as much her fault as it was his. He believed she was stronger than this. This was a conversation he needed to be having with her, not Jiyong.

''Listen man I- I got to go um if you can open a can of food for Bingso that would be great-''

''Are you going to see y/n?''

There was a pause of silence between the two men.

''I am''

''Man take a hint ok, she doesn't want to talk about it, she doesn't want anything more from it. Just give her space.''

The distance between them closed, they were a little too close for comfort and this time Taeyang wasn't here to stop a fight.

''What? she's my friend I'll go talk to her if I want to. And you know what that's real rich coming from you. It took her MONTHS to get over you and the second you get back, do you give her space? no! and she falls right back into your lap. What's your deal? at least I showed her what love is, what it feels like to be cared for. You never felt the same and you knew it to! don't tell me you didn't know she was falling for you. ''

''..... Yes I did but-''

''But nothing! you still continued to sleep with her, against the advice of YG and the rules of the group and we all had to watch a one sided love because we didn't want to hurt her. Now I am showing her actual love and you're pissed? thats bullshit''

''Wait you love her? like ..actually have feelings for her?''

''Yes''

It was sudden, Hyung fell to the ground, not having a chance to block the punch. ''What the fuck man!''

''Get out of her house. I'm done with this conversation''

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Nurse Ha-yoon had brought you a double cheeseburger, extra pickles, just the way you like it. The burger was a bribe for sticking you with a needle. For once not bit of that burger was left over, it was doctor's orders to finish your meals. You were under weight, you knew you were under weight, these months have been incredibly stressful, in your career and personal life. One little burger wont hurt.

The blood draw was about an hour ago and Jiyong was gone for two, it's not like you can call him, he has your phone. But you were slightly worried. When a light tap on the door is heard, you expected Jiyong, but it was nurse Ha-yoon.

''Hey there y/n, I see you finished the burger. The doctor will be glad about that.''

You only smile. Nurse Ha-yoon pulls out a chair beside you, doing the usual check in she does every hour but this time theres sorrow hidden in her expression.

''Every thing ok- Nurse Ha-yoon?''

''Hm yes I just have some questions for you''

You had already answered the questions regarding the accident, to the best of your recollection at least. Maybe She needed to talk about the progress of your injuries.

''Y/n this may be a silly question due to your age but- are you sexually active?''

What did this have to do with the accident?

'' I am''

Nurse Ha-yoon was visibly uncomfortable, she clears her throat before speaking ''When you arrived here at the hospital, there was severe bleeding everywhere, as you know. One of the areas that was profusely bleeding was your private region''

''My- private region? I mean yeah I'm sure do the impact right? I mean the doctor's said I was bleeding everywhere''

''That is true yes, but that's not the reason. Y/n you've experimented a miscarriage.''

That word echoed in your mind, it didn't make sense to you. You were told children was not an option for you years ago.

''Wha- I was..pregnant? thats impossible I cant have kids''

Ha-yoon takes your hand into her's, a comforting gesture. ''And when were you told that?''

''Back when I was- nineteen or so''

''Nineteen? well that's far to young, and you were diagnosed?

''Yes, I- have PCOS.''

''Ah ok. Well I am not sure if this was something you wanted for yourself right now but I'm very sorry for your loss. We have you taken care of with medication and proper after care, I'm really sorry y/n.''

You didn't know how to feel, were you relieved or were you mourning? both was possible.

''Would you want to alert the father? is the father in your life? I can call him for you.''

Fuck. The father There were only two people you've slept with within these four weeks, but the paternal father would never be known.

''Um no he's- I'll tell him myself''

''Ok hun, I'm right outside if you need me. I'll give you some time to yourself. ''

On Ha-yoon's way out , you hear her say hello to someone, that person had asked if you were awake. it was Jiyong. You decided this was probably not the best time to tell him, the tears were quickly wiped away before he cans see anything.

''Hey sleepy head, I'm back smelling better then ever and I took some cute pictures of Bingo'' You noticed some obvious cuts on his hand when he handed you your phone, that wasn't there when he left earlier. The fact he forgot your cookies was not as important.

''What- um what happened to your hand?''

''Hm this? oh I- smacked my hand against the door in the shower. Almost fell on my ass''

He was lying and you knew it. ''Jiyong''

''Ok, just promise you won't get mad.''

'' I cant really do that Ji, I - don't even know what you did.''

Jiyong can tell he wasn't going to win this, and he would have to tell her at some point, there was no way she wasn't to see Hyungs black eye.

''I got into a little scuffle with Seunghyun''

''What- what why? what the hell happened is he ok? are you ok?''

''Well I'm fine, I was actually the one who threw the punch''

That didn't shock you one bit. Jiyong was the polar opposite of Hyung, he wasn't gentle and had a quick temper. That made you wonder what Seunghyun even said to get hit.

''Fuck Jiyong really? your- best friend''

''Don't call him that cause he's not''

''Ji-''

''He slept with you y/n, he crossed a line. That might have been it for us''

The idea that twenty years of friendship was broken because of you, brought you to tears. This was never meant to be this complicated, and you were mad at yourself for using Seunghyun to get back at him. It worked, your plan worked. You wanted Ji upset, you wanted him to feel what it felt like to betrayed. But you've hurt to many people.

''Then be mad at me to Ji, it's- not fair''

''Well that's ridiculous. You were hurting and he basically took advantage of that''

''That wasn't it, he was there for me. He- comforted me while you were away''

''Exactly and look where that led to''

This wasn't going anywhere, it never will with this matter. You've come to terms with the fact that your relationship with Seunghyun will never be the same. The friendship between Seunghyun & Jiyong is tainted but it cannot be completely over with. It just cant

''Look y/n I didn't mean to upset you ok.'' His finger gently brushed away the tears. ''I just- I know that it was more then sex for him and that oddly enough is worse''

That was something you did not want Jiyong to know, if you had known Seunghyun had feelings for you before hand you would have never crossed that line with him. But Ji read your expression straight away.

''You knew? this entire time you knew?''

''Yes but-''

''Did you know before you slept with him?''

''What? no of course not Ji - come on really''

''Right.''

''Listen this is something we need to move forward about ok, this situation- with you and Hyung..honesty I am not sure. But me and you we have things to talk about.''

Jiyong can sense the intensity switch of the conversation. He pulls a chair forward, giving you his full attention.

''Ji. I-''

''It's ok, whatever you have to tell me I'm here.''

'' I was pregnant, I- lost the baby after my accident I- I'm sorry. I'm so sorry''

The tears were relentless, it was a wave of guilt you felt now. Guilt for now knowing sooner, guilt for not knowing the father, guilt for dragging them both into this. And now all you could do was cry. Jiyong hadn't said anything, he just held you. The words were probably still processing in his mind, questions he wanted to ask, all valid. But right now he just held you.

''There's no reason to be sorry Jagiya, not at all. It wasn't your fault and don't you ever think that.''

''Yeah but- if I would have known I could have been more careful-''

''Listen to me. It was not your fault ok, I need to to say it''

''It's- not my fault''

He holds you close once more. All he can do for you now is be supportive. The deeper questions were to be asked when you were ready.

[headsinthecloudforever]

{ONE SHOT} |High on You|

About story: After being cooped up in the dorm studying ,your roommate finally convinces you to go out and have some fun. The night began in the popular bar in Seoul where the both of you meet a group of guys who invite you two to have drinks with them. As the night goes on you found yourself mainly talking to one particular guy who introduced himself as Jiyong & there was an immediate attraction. When one of the guys offer everyone a pill to make the night more fun, you take it.

Pairing:Kwon Jiyong X reader

Content warning: 18+ Only\ Explicit sexual content\Drug use\ sex while intoxicated\ unprotected sex\ under the influence/ rough sex

A/N: ‼️I'm not here to judge anyone, but I want to make this note VERY clear: This is a story that Includes FICTIONAL drug use, under the influence/ sex while intoxicated. I don't encourage this action in real life. This story is fiction and is not mean to promote drug use. PLEASE read the warnings carefully! ‼️

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Your favorite way of studying was to have the room dimly lit, the text books only being illuminated by your fairy lights, ocean sounds playing in the back round and most importantly, being completely and utterly alone. So when your best friend Sarang abruptly barged into the room moments ago, it completely killed your vibe. Ugg.

''Come onnnn y/n, your nose has been stuck in that book for a week now. Don't you want to see more than just paper and words??''

Your expressed annoyed exhale of a sigh was confirmation for Sarang that she won this argument. Sarang did have a point though, at this rate dust was building up along the binding edges of the book.

''Ok, ok. One hour that's all you get from me, then I really had to get back to studying''

You can tell right away that whatever Sarang had planned was not going to get you back to the dorm in an hour.

With a sly grin your friend agrees. ''Deal''

What you were in for was unclear, but it was already intolerable. Sarang dressed you as if you're a doll, clearly having more fun with this. Outfits from your closet was an immediate no-go, tossed to the side as though you were banned to wear them. Sarang thought you can do better than that so instead she dressed you in clothes from her closet.

''Ahhh see you look gorgeous''

An attempted suppressed snicker managed to escape your lips, to you this was not something you could pull off. The dress was colored red, the silk material gently hugged your waist, and a string stayed by your hips slightly riding up the dress to tease an exposed area of your thighs. It was an hot dress, you could admit that, but not for you.

''Um, Sarang? I don't think this dress is really...me.''

Sarang repeatedly tousled your hair, trying to work with your uptight pony tail. ''Ugh it's your damn hair. Watch.'' She loosens the hair tie, letting your hair fall to your shoulders.

At this moment You ultimately saw her vision. Your long hair rested on your shoulders and elegant breasts, the length of your neck now exposed. This was a new revelation, never in a million years could you imagine wearing something like this. ''Woah''

''See girl you look hot!''

You were lost in the reflection starring back at you. Sarang wanted to add one more touch before she was done, she stood behind you & placed a necklace agains't your neck waiting for approval. ''Hm??''

The pendant was stunning. The jewelry hung down and sat in between your breast, red roses spiraled along the thin metal. ''This must be some bar if I'm going there looking like this''

''Oh it's for sure high end, not some sleezy bar. You'll love it. It's time to let loose girl! have some fun, you know what that is right? and plus..when was the last time you has sex?''

''Ugh Sarang!''

She holds her hands up in defense. ''I'm just saying. Now let me get dressed and then we can partyyyyy''

Sarang wore a dress polar opposite to yours, an olive green colored one. The dress was promiscuous like yours, which seemed to be the theme tonight. She stated loudly and proudly her goal tonight was to get some dick, she doesn't beat around the bush. All you wanted was to get a nice buzz from some drinks & still have a clear head to study. That is if you made it back to the dorm at a decent time.

Typically you despised driving in the city because of the traffic, but neither of you felt safe riding in a cab dressed as you were. Thankfully the bar was not too far. Sarang remained focus on herself aiming to make a straight wing with eyeliner, the car ride made that difficult.

''Ah ssibal, y/n come on, I know you don't drive much but you're making me mess up''

Driving in heels took skill, a skill you did not have. You had forgotten to grab a spare pair of shoes to drive in on your way out, this was the consequence.

''Sorry ,sorry driving in heels is fucking hard.''

''Just don't kill us ok? hey, hey look there's the bar! you see the pink lights? thats it!''

The rain illuminated the neon bar lights making it hard to miss but finding a parking spot seemed unfeasible, this place was packed. Sarang kept guiding you in different directions for a spot but it led you nowhere. Ultimately there was an open spot a block down from the bar, it was better then nothing so you quickly parked.

''God I forgot how hard it is to find parking in this damn area''

Sarang still seemed determined to get her makeup right that she doesn't convey a response. You wore lighter makeup, mascara and lipstick would suffice.

''Ok, do I have lipstick on my teeth?'' She smiles widely at you.

There was no obvious stain of lipstick on her teeth that you saw. ''Nope''

Satisfied with your answer, Sarang closes the overhead car mirror. ''You ready?''

Ready to drink? yes. Ready to walk up hill ,in heels, in the rain to the bar? no. Conveniently Sarang had a jacket to cover the two of you as you both ran up hill, but that wasn't to much of a savior cause even once reaching the entrance, there was a long line.

''Oh come on seriously''

There was a covering along the building where the line began and ended so you both were able to take shelter there from the rain, but so far this night was not giving you the break you expected.

''Y/n relax. I told you I would get us in & I will. Wait here.'' She hands you her jacket that was previously being used as an umbrella and struts over to the bouncer.

From where you stood, you couldn't hear what she was saying but whatever it was worked. The bouncer visibly smiled & held the door open for Sarang, she quickly waves you over. You don't get a chance to ask what she had said to get in due to the exceptionally loud music playing, you couldn't hear a thing. Sarang guided you to what seemed like the back of the bar but it was hard to tell, the floor was crowded.

The lights started to dim and the music subsided to just a beat you can feel echoing through your body, you had no idea where Sarang was guiding you but it defiantly seemed like she knew her way around. This area of the bar seemed more private, it was still crowded but defiantly not as loud. The both of you end up at a booth large enough for four people. there were options for two seated tables but shr obviously didn't plan to drink alone tonight.

''Ok pick a drink, I want to get wasted as fast as possible. I recommend bokbunja-ju'' Sarang was already looking at the drink menu, but you were still taking in your surroundings.

The men were striking. Black slick back hair and luxury pieces hanging from their wrists. And the women, dressed identical to you and Sarang. So much for standing out.

''Hello? Y/n what are you getting? don't tell me you changed your mind about drinking.''

''Hm? oh no sorry I am, I am'' There was nothing on the menu you recognized or that sounding appealing, each beverage crowded the menu with names and brand's you never heard of before. You felt lost.

Sarang's polished finger nail pointed to a wine insisting you order that one, a sweet beverage sounded good at the moment and you can count the plums as a fruit for the day. ''Sure why not.''

''Great!''

There were no waiters in sight, you had no clue how to order your drinks. ''Um how do we-''

''We have to go up to the bar, there's no waiters here silly. Let's go!''

Before you knew it she was dragging you across the dance floor, men and women's sweaty bodies grazed you as you passed by. It was slightly suffocating. You now knew for sure you weren't going to dance.

''Annyeonghaseyo. Can I get a glass of bokbunja-ju', and my friend here will get- what are you getting again?''

''Maesilju''

''Right. And she'll get an glass of Maesilju''

While the bar tender starts on each of your drinks, Sarang was already scouting the wave of people. And you, were eyeing the bar tender making sure he doesn't do anything funky to the drinks. You were too paranoid for your own good.

''Eh y/n , you into our bar tender or something?''

''Hmm? oh no just making sure he doesn't ...mess with our drinks''

Sarang audibly sighed, not hiding her annoyance. ''Hey relax ok, they're not going to mess with our drinks..I promise. Scout out some hunks with me yeah?''

This was obviously not up for discussion so you entertain her idea. You've been out of the dating pool for a while now so you wouldn't even know what to do if you did find someone. These men were all exceptionally handsome but so far no one stood out to you.

It wasn't long before your drinks were served and luckily this time around the dance floor wasn't as crowded.

''So did anyone catch your eye?''

''Honestly no. Sarang i'm not here to get laid, I'm here to blow off some steam and drink''

''And you know another way you can blow off some steam? ...sex!''

''Sarang I don't know-''

''oh come on, when was the last time you had your cheeks clapped??''

Her wording completely shocked you, you couldn't help but to gasp. ''Sarang!''

'' I'm just kidding, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Here drink your little drink and once you got the alcohol googly eyes on I'm sure you'll find someone'' Sarang brings the drink to your lips, the sweet aroma immediately hitting your senses.

At this point you were already half way in it, might as well go all the way. Without a second thought you down the glass, the liquid grazed down your throat smoothly. This was a dangerous beverage.

''Wooo atta girl!''

One glass turned into two, then three. Before you knew it those googly eyes Sarang mentioned took over your vision. All the polished men from before now looked like an appropriate mate. Sarang on the other hand was not nearly as much of a lightweight as you, she had a slight buzz after having the equal amount of drinks as you. Nevertheless, her spirits seemed to have quickly lifted when she rushed back to the booth with her fourth drink in hand.

''Oh my god y/n you'll never believe what happened''

You were never an obnoxious drunk nor an obvious drunk, but would get intoxicated fast. Your talent was maintaining a complete conversation and the person being oblivious to the fact that you're under the influence. This frequently worked in your favor

''Hmm?''

''Ok so. I went to get another drink right and-''

''Another drink? isn't that your fourth one''

''Shut up. So I went to get another drink and there were some good looking fellas seated by the bar, they called me over & we did a little flirting here and there. Anyway I told them I have another beautiful lady with me so they invited us to the their table!!''

You nearly spit out your drink. ''What? oh I- I don't know Sarang, I'm kind of still scouting for a guy and I don't even know what they look like-''

''Oh girl trust me. Once you see them, you'll be salivating''

As unsure as you were, you knew Sarang wasn't going to drop it. So you follow her, through the sweaty wave of people ,across the dance floor. And that's when you spot him. His sexy stature , the chic jewelry on his ear's, the way his ringed fingers tapped against the table. You watch as each digit tapped the furniture, idea's of what those fingers could do to you swirled in your mind.

'''Gentleman. I'm back and brought my friend! This is Y/n.''

''Hey. I'm Taeyang. This is Seunghyun, Daesung and Jiyong.''

The one named Jiyong watched you with a sly slime. Your attention was still fully focused on his fingers, Sarang had to nudge you to focus.

''Oh- annyeonghaseyo''

''Cute. Come sit, what do you ladies drink?''

You were uncertain it was best to have another drink, yet Sarang answered for you anyways. The bar tender approached the table and drinks were ordered, it made you wonder what was so different about their table that they didn't need to go up to the bar themselves. It was obvious this was an upscale establishment, a large percent of business men or women drank here so they must be a somewhat of an importance.

The seat was chosen for you, which seemed to be the theme of this night. The man called Jiyong insisted you sit by him. Although you couldn't complain, he smelt a mixture of cigarettes and high end cologne. You were intimated and wet all at the same time. It has been an embarrassingly amount of time since you've had sex, and the attraction to this man was immediate.

''So what are you two doing here on this lovely night?'' The man introduced as Seunghuyun spoke next, It was obvious he was the eldest of the group. Seunghyun seemed less eager to score, and held a sense of nurturer over the guys.

''Well this one over here needed to be socialized, her nose has been in her book all week now''

''Ah you're a student?''

'' I am ''

''What are you studying''

''Pre-med''

The men hummed an approval. Personally you preferred not telling people you were studying to become a doctor, cause once that's out there is a certain sense of responsibility and matureness people expect from you. And sometimes you just wanted to let loose and be..you.

Daesung handed out the drinks once they arrived at the table, a little voice in the back of your mind was telling you not to drink it, that you hadn't seen the bar tender make them, anything could be hidden in this liquid. You stared down the drink in front of you, your mind convincing you you'll see some kind of powder at the bottom or bubbles that aren't supposed to be there. But nothing.

''You ok?''

You almost forgot there was an incredibly handsome man sitting next to you. You cant act a fool. This was the first you've heard his voice, and it was just as captivating as him.

''Hm? oh ye just.. thinking.''

''What about?''

Does he really care?

''Um I'm just-'' You didn't want speak of your debilitating anxiety to a stranger or embarrass Sarang. Although, your friend was already one step ahead of you. Her hand was caressing Taeyang's chest under his shirt as she spoke to him and if she got any closer she would be on his lap. Doesn't seem like she was paying any attention.

''Just the drink, I wish I could have seen the bartender make it in case- just in case he did something to it. I know it sounds stupid''

''Not at all. Here let me take a look''

Jiyong takes the glass to examine it, he swirls the liquid around before surprisingly taking a sip. ''Hmm nope just fine''

''Ah ok'' That came out more as a nervous chuckle than a response. God that was hot.

''Here, taste'' His finger dipped into your drink. With his pinky now coated in the liquor ,Jiyong grazes his finger along your bottom lip then pumps his pinky in and out of your mouth slowly at least twice. You were unsure what came over you but you allowed your tongue to swirl around his digit as he did that.

''Very nice. See now if something was put in your drink, we'll both be fucked up''

As if that moment wasn't the hottest thing ever, Jiyong moves along and turns his attention back to his friends leaving you a heaping , hot, wet mess. This was something you hadn't felt in a long time and you were unsure how to handle it, all you knew was that your body was ready for him to take you right here and now on this table, in front of everyone.

''Oh that's straight up bullshit, yeah the song itself Ji came up with on the spot but together we wrote the rest and figured it would be better as a song of mine. I didn't steal anything ''

Song? ..they're Idols?

Daesung was undeniably the maknae of the group, the men relentlessly teased him. This made you wonder how they would act towards you once they knew of your age ,with you being only 24.

''Ok, ok I'm just teasing you. You know you and your nose are the talent pushing this group through''

Obviously pleased with this compliment, Daesung traces the outline of his nose. ''Well, you know what they say about big noses.''

This evoked a fit of laughter from the guys, the joke was evidently commonly used between the group. Your curiosity was piqued, you wanted to ask more of their career but what stopped you was the thought that maybe they're just like you, wanting to be treated as normal and not have any expectation to act a certain way. You can respect that. But Sarang obviously couldn't

''So you guys are like singers?!'' She was no longer seconds away from being on Taeyang's lap, she was now officially placed on his thighs.

''More like a group, we're called Bigbang.'' He seemed amused by her cluelessness ''You've never heard of us?''

''Oh nahhh. I'm in pre-med also, I don't have time to be involved in the latest Idols. But what they say about you Oppa's are true, you're incredibly sexy''

Looks like Sarang found her target for the night, and he seemed equally interested. Your pick however hasn't made another move on you since the provocative finger bit he did. Perhaps he was waiting for you to do something but your flirting game was at a minus zero these days, you had no clue what to do.

The conversation went on around you, but your focus was on Jiyong. Jiyong...god you wanted that name to scream from your mouth. This was an opportunity you couldn't miss, this pull towards him was an unfamiliar feeling. No one has made you so wet before that you're having to clutch your legs together. And he was just as turned on as you, his boner was hidden under the table so you side eye it, his dick visibly twitches against the fabric of his pants.

The line that was about to be crossed couldn't be taking back, this was something completely out of character for you but the urge was to overbearing. Your body responded over the mind, your hand reached below the table and hovered over his bulge. Jiyong doesn't react, as if daring you to move forward, doubting you will. But you do. You place your hand down firmly on his dick, he jolted in response clearly surprised.

That was the response you were hoping for. The move was a clear tease, you rub him maybe two, three times before taking your hand away. His poker face was perfect, the group nor your friend noticed what was happening below this table. You hoped it stayed that way.

Jiyong spoke softly, barely audible. ''What are you trying to do to me?''

Talking was not your forte, your previous burst of boldness now dissipating. ''Oh um I-''

He leaned in closer now, his leg touching yours but his eyes remained forward. ''Can you handle me?''

Oh god

''Cause if so, I want you. I want you screaming my name while I fuck you'' His hand trickled down to your thighs, the coldness of his rings leaving goosebumps along your skin. The brim of your underwear was slowly being pulled down to allow his finger to explore.

Your breath was caught in your throat. Was he really going to do this here?

Jiyong coated his finger with your moisture before pulling out. ''You're already wet for me, good'' The napkin that was previously under his silverware was now being used to wipe your wetness from his finger.

The suddenness of his actions was obvious on your face, while he stayed completely stoic. You hated how easy you were to read.

''You ok y/n?'' Sarang slid her napkin over to you. ''You're sweating.''

Oh god really, sweating?? so much for being discreet. ''Oh yes. I think maybe I just drank too much is all'' The napkin wiped away your current sweat but it kept on coming.

''I have something that will help you'' Daesung leaned forward trying to keep this conversation as private as possible. ''It will take the edge off and give you a more satisfying buzz''

A small bag of colorful circled pills slid across the table. ''We were going to wait to do these later but, if you guys are joining us then-''

''Hell yeah we will'' Sarang grabs the baggie from the center of the table, without asking what the pill was she takes one out and holds it in her hand. ''I'm ready when you are.''

The baggie of drugs were passed from person to person till it reached you and Jiyong. He took a pill out for both of you but you were hesitant, you had no idea what these were & drugs was not something you ever involved yourself in.

Jiyong turns to face you, his chocolate eyes soften asking for his trust. ''With me?''

When you said nothing ,he tossed both pills into his mouth. The rest of the group follows. But him taking two worried you, regardless of what the drug was.

''Jiyong!''

His hand grasps your face pulling you towards him, before you can interject, your lips connect to his. You can feel his tongue dancing with yours before placing one of the pills in your mouth. Once he felt the extra pill leave his mouth, Jiyong pulled back. ''Now swallow''

You obeyed.

''Damn y/n looks like you found your player for the night. Here drink some water, you look like you're about to collapse''

This entire time your throat has been intensely dry and you had no idea until the cold liquid splashed down your throat. The bottle was almost completely finished. ''So what- what did I just take? it's- it's not going to make me trip right?''

You were surprised by their laughter. Clearly you were wrong.

Jiyong folds over the baggie and shows you the left over pills, they individually had their own color and design on them. Some smiley faces and others flowers or rainbows, This didn't help you any.

The attempt to play it cool failed right away, the worry was evident on your face. This was undeniably not everyone's first time. Sarang though, surprised you. She always had an extroverted party girl nature yes, but you never thought drugs was something she would do. But Sarang rolled with it and eventually you had to also, you weren't going to ask when it was going to hit or how long it was going to last, even though the unknown was eating away at you.

Instead you stayed hydrated and snacked on the bar nuts, hoping this concoction would help the same way it helps with alcohol. As time went on it was hard to tell if the pill was hitting the others, they were all acting intoxicated before the drug was even taken. But when you glance at Jiyong beside you, his chocolate eyes were as vibrant as ever, almost shinning.

And when he smiles at you his teeth glowed. ''You ok y/n?''

You wanted to touch him, you needed to touch him. Once again your body reacted before the mind, you reach up and caress his face. If everyone at this table wasn't as high, that might have looked strange. But to you, your hands were warping through the glow of his gorgeous teeth. ''You're so..handsome''

Jiyong's vision was just as yours. He would swear on everything that you were an angel, a halo floated above you illuminating your hair. ''You're an angel''

The mixture of the drug and previous alcohol made you feel almost invincible, as if any of your actions will not have consequences. So with that mindset you grasp Jiyongs hands and guide them under your dress so he can feel how wet you still are.

You whisper. ''I need you to fuck me''

Jiyong abruptly stood knocking over the jar of nuts & bottled of water. The attention of the group was elsewhere, Sarang tongue was down Taeyang's throat and the other two had left the table minutes ago, just no one noticed. Within a second you were being dragged across the dance floor once more, this time the flashing lights were appealing. The green, blue and pink lights distorted into rainbows spread across the whole establishment.

I Hope it doesn't rain.

The bathroom was not far, but as a result of the drugs it felt a mile away. Ji holds open the hefty door and inside the room was dimly lit & barely visible. Red string lights illuminated the room but was of no hope. You couldn't see a thing.

''This Is.. the bathroom?''

The sound of the door locking echoed through the almost empty room, there was one stall and a singular sink. The mirror is what caught your attention though, there were all sorts of writing on the glass. Some crude, some sexual, even nice ones. You couldn't read the words though, they all distorted and mixed into different shapes and colors.

An playful idea struck you. The red lipstick was still positioned in your bra, your emergency stash. You pull out the rouge stick and think of what to say. It didn't matter anyways, words were nothing but shapes to you now.

''Did you just take that out of your bra?''

''Mmh''

''That's hot.''

You bend over onto the sink to hold yourself steady, to you it seemed you were writing this beautiful quote onto the mirror but in reality it was complete gibberish.

''I hope some girlies come in here and see this so it will make their day.''

Jiyong comes up behind you pressing himself against your ass, his hands placing themselves on your hips. ''I've wanted you alone since the minute I saw you.'' His boner from before returned, sticking you.

''Oh yeah?'' You match his gaze in the mirror. Hunger was obvious in his eyes.

Jiyong reaches over and grips your wrist, shaking the lipstick from your hand. The makeup clanks agains't the metal of the sink as it falls. ''Let me fuck you''

Your legs spread for him, accepting him. This was a new territory to you, as confident as you may seem, this was something you would remember and be embarrassed about the very next day. Hook up culture was not your thing.

Jiyong pant's fall to his knees as he centers himself, your hand's were pinned by his again't the sink. The urgency, the need, the dominence was a major turn on. He moved you where he pleased, touched you where he pleased and he was about to take you as he pleased. You're dripping from his touch.

''I would hate to ruin this dress'' His hot breath scorched your neck. ''You look ravishing in it''

Streaks of red were forming on your hand from his grip, a reminder of tonight, a mark of a stranger in a bar.

''Take it off me, I want you inside me''

That was all the permission he needed, the stitches of the dress slightly tore making the outfit slip off your body in one swift motion. You can hear a hitch in his breathing once you were exposed to him.

''Holy shit you're sexy'' His hand urged your body down so that your legs spread more for him.

It was painful but the pleasure you were about to endure would be worth it.

''I don't have a condom''

''I don't care''

Without warning he enters but doesn't move, giving you time to adjust.

''Fuck Jiyong''

''God you feel so good. and You're still so wet.''

You feel yourself expanding for him, your body naturally letting him in. From a glance in the mirror you can see how his once slick black neat hair is now tousled. You wondered what his body looked like.

''Ji? ''

''Hmm?''

''Take off your shirt''

His chuckle was warm. While still inside you Jiyong removes his shirt revealing his tatted body. You eyed each one, from what you can see in the mirror, the wording moved and swirled.

''I'm going to move now.'' His thrusts started steady, your hands were free but his grip when to your air pulling your head back. ''Look at me''

You catch his gaze making his thrusts relentless. The intense pleasure was overwhelming making you claw at the sink.

''Fuck. Say my name'' The muscles in his arms flex with each movement.

''Jiyong! god go faster i'm close''

A suddens sense of emptiness overtakes you, Jiyong pulled out. ''I want to see your face"

He turns you to face him. You take this opportunity to look at his body fully, his tattoos still remain illegible but it's his dick you focus on. His member was as large as it felt inside you, it honestly surprised you that you were able to take it.

Jiyong was pleased you were checking him out. A smirk stayed placed upon his face. ''Like what you see?''

A simple nod was all you were able to respond.

Jiyong's finger assertively points to the sink behind you. ''Sit''

You obey.

He places himself in between your legs once more. Your lips were an inch away from touching his, Jiyong held this teasing pose before kissing you. This kiss was far from the ravishing one from before. This was gentle, longing , desperate. A new side of him that you would like to get to know more of.

The kiss left you breathless, his chocolate eyes remained on yours while entering. The same feeling of euphoria returned, your orgasm was seconds away and so was his.

''Fuck I'm close'' His dick twitches inside you as his speed picks up.

A sudden warmth expels inside your lower half, muffling your moan was of no use. The is the feeling you've been yearning for all night. ''Ahh Jiyong!''

One last squeal of his name is what he needs. You feel his cum enter you as his thrusts falters. ''Shi- t .

You both take a moment to catch your breaths, Jiyongs sweaty hair still hung from his forehead. You graze your hand throughout his locks. He was so handsome.

''You ok?''

You nod. The high of both the well waited for orgasm and the drug still lingered. Once Jiyong pulls out you're able to hop down from the sink, you can already feel the bruise forming on your ass cheeks.

You were the last to dress, the scribbled on mirror was fogged over by your body heat but you tried your best to catch a glance of the bruises.

''Did I hurt you?''

''Hmm? oh no, you did hurt my dress though'' The partially ripped dress laid pathetically on the floor.

''What? no I hardly touched it, look'' Jiyong attempts to prove his point but once he gets a closer look, theres a very obvious tear in the back. ''Shit''

''it's fine really I will-''

''No let me pay for the repair, please.''

As manipulative as it sounds, if he were to pay to get Sarang's dress stitched. you would see him again. You wanted to see him again.

''Um sure, ok''

''Great, let me give you my number.'' Neither of you had a pen, but your lipstick still remained in the sink. He uses that instead & writes his number on your arm. ''There, give me a call we'll meet up and get your dress fixed and ..maybe get lunch afterwards?''

Score

You smile. ''Yeah I'd like that''

''It's a date then. I am going to head back out there. The guys are probably looking for me, it was nice meeting you y/n''

Jiyong places a departing kiss upon your cheek before leaving. As your high died down, the reality of what you did hit you. It was a mixture of happiness and worry. But the feeling of his lips still lingered on your body and so happiness overweighed the worry. You could't wait to see him again.

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