trope/au » friends to lovers, school au, non-idol au
genre » fluffy fluffy fluff fluff sfw!!, san being shy, but not so shy, san is just in love with you hehe, wooyoung being a whole mood and a half tbh
word count; estimated reading time » 1949; ~7 mins
warnings (lmk if i missed anything!) » pet names
navi/masterlist!! 🤍 ateez masterlist
happiest birthday to my child @mars101 !! i can't believe you're all grown up now 😭 here's my little gift to you that is loosely based on your irl events (hehe) 🤭 a bit messy and i wish i planned my time better 😔 but i hope this makes you smile a bit 🥹 thank you to @jaehunnyy for beta reading!! 💗
Being best friends with Wooyoung meant that you live a very interesting life. His chaoticness and his willingness to always have you as his partner in crime mean that you’re always on the verge of getting detention. His chattiness and loud volume in class mean that you’re not safe from detention even during class. You come to school each day with a raised eyebrow whenever Wooyoung is in view, but recently your crossed arms and deadpanned face have changed to widened eyes and flaming hot cheeks.
“You’re what?!” The hallway booms with his voice, attracting attention from nearby students. The slap on his shoulder had him apologising. “You’re going on a date?! With San?!”
“Stop repeating what I said!” You warned through gritted teeth. “Oh my God, Wooyoung, I can’t believe this is happening.”
Yes, Choi San. The friend that Wooyoung introduced some time ago. It’s safe to say, with the number of times your name has come up in conversations between him and San, that the latter has his cheeks flaming in the same way that you have yours like now. Wooyoung has been pushing the two of you to go on more adventures together, but has always been met with nervous chuckles and stolen glances. At the very least, if he’s going to be a third wheel, he wants to be a proper third wheel.
“We’re going before his volleyball game toda-“
“You’re going today?!” Wooyoung cheers. “Oh my God, my days of listening to his lovesick rants are over! We cheer for a better tomorrow!”
“Jung Wooyoung, keep it down!” The disciplinary teacher warns him for the first time today.
You have got to give a massive thank you to whoever made half-days at school a thing. If it wasn’t for them, you wouldn’t be sitting in the seat of Choi San’s car, driving to the mall to get lunch before his big game. As expected, San is a gentleman: opening the door for you, making sure your seat is comfortable, asking what song you want to blast, making sure the aircon is at the right temperature, but most of all, he’s holding your hand. He says it’s for safety measures in case he breaks unexpectedly, but we all know with his little adorable stutter and the tapping on his wheel, that it’s something else.
“I said, I believe you!” Your laugh echoes through the space of his car.
San groans next to you, his heart rapidly beating at the sound of your happiness. “Sure, you do…”
He worries that his palms are going to get too sweaty for your liking. Because then, you would have to let go, and it would just be so embarrassing for him to do so. He doesn’t want to let your hand go. He’s annoyed at the few seconds that he had to have both hands on the wheel; otherwise, he’s too shaky for safety. He doesn’t even want you out of his sight, despite how he hasn’t been able to look at your beautiful eyes ever since he greeted you when picking you up. He’s tried, so let’s give him some credit. But with such a beautiful girl next to him, even daring to look towards you would distract his focus for the rest of the drive. So (un)fortunately, he only has your hand for now.
“What did you want to get for lunch? Any cravings?”
“No,” you answer immediately. “As long as I’m with you, nothing else matters.”
San could swear the world stopped turning for a second. Your words haven’t fully registered in his head, but he almost swerves his car to the side of the road when he does. You leisurely rest against the seat, catching the way San’s lips try to form coherent words, but failing exasperatedly with a huge sigh after. His cheekbones blush a deeper pink while you cover his hand that’s over yours with your other one. The light swipes against his knuckles made him forget momentarily how to breathe, and he swore you could feel his heartbeat from his hand.
Throughout the ride, he made it his mission to hear your laughs because of his jokes or the things he said. But in the end, you're chuckling, and it's because of him.
You and San didn't have a lot of time before needing to head back to school in preparation for his game. Yet, you both swore to make every second count; and every gesture at least.
As much as San wants to hold your hand, he respects your space and wants to ask for permission first. However, the current situation is just like the one in the car: he's speechless. Even the fact that you're walking beside him feels like a dream, and he's satisfied with everything as it is. That is, until his lips forms a mind of its own, and takes control of the situation for him.
“Oh! We should go eat ther-”
“Can I hold your hand?” At the sudden question, you couldn't help but stop at your place. San, gazing at the way your eyes are widened slightly, starts to scratch the back of his neck. “W-What were you saying?” A forceful laugh from the embarrassed man, “Oh, right! Let's go ther-”
His body almost jolts at the touch of your warm palm kissing his. San would've melted to the marbled floor if it wasn't for you dragging him to the restaurant, briefly looking back to check his reaction. From the corner of his eye, he sees the way you playfully shake your head as you guide the way to the restaurant. You did all the talking while the boy beside you intertwined your fingers together, refusing to let go even at the table and looking through the menu.
“You only need one hand anyway,” he reasons. “Just…put it against the table and flip through the pages…”
He's not wrong about that. “Cute,” you compliment him under your breath.
Your hand stays enveloped within his, and your thumb soothingly swipes over the side of the index. The small talk indulges him into a state of calmness, taking in your features one by one as you filll the space with your cheerful tone and wide smile. The bright aura that you radiate puts San in a sure state: that he will give his all for you to be his.
With both your hunger satisfied, a carpool karaoke commences as San drives you both back to school for his volleyball game. It’s only when you get to the car that your hand finally separates from San’s, and you begin to realise how natural it feels to be around him. Singing songs, shouting the lyrics, swaying your bodies to the rhythm all felt so natural and easy when you’re near him. The initial nervousness that San had at the start of the day now seems unfamiliar, his heart rapidly beating against his chest for a similar yet sure feeling blossoming further.
You walk into the indoor gymnasium hand-in-hand, greeted by Wooyoung’s widely open jaw reaching the floor. He took the attention of nearby people with his squealing and finger, directing you and San to the entrance of the hallway. The pair of eyes had you hiding behind his frame, cursing your best friend mentally, even though he’s celebrating your win.
“Don’t hide,” San tries to ease you. “I want to proudly show you off.”
His shirt tightens around his chest as you clump its back material inside your palm. You're flustered at the sudden confidence unlike the him whom you've been spending time with for the past few hours. His neck turns to see you already staring at him with widened eyes. He rumages through his bag, revealing two matching cat keyrings. He keeps the black cat for himself, an animal that you’ve commented looks like him, and gifts you the matching white.
Now, with him facing you, he’s able to land a soft kiss on your forehead. “If I win,” he gulps without fully pulling away, “will you be my girlfriend?”
“Oh,” is the first word that you unconsciously stammer. San smiles, his dimples only making you warmer. Unable to trust your ability to form words, you nod to him once, twice…multiple times.
“Okay,” he inhales sharply. He spares a glance at his competitors of the day. They’re known to be quite vicious in their plays, their teamwork is commented to be one of the best in the state, as they have placed highly in interschool volleyball competitions.
But Choi San has you.
You’re here, in front of him, to cheer and support him.
San unzips his jacket, handing the clothing to you. “Is it okay if I ask you to wear this?” Your head shake invites San to drape the material over your shoulder. A whistle blows behind him, the rest of his teammates coming together for a warmup before the game. You keep your eyes on him, unable to look away. Feeling your stare on the side of his face, San leaves you with a few final words: “I’ll give it my all.”
You stand still at the entrance of the room, only managing to stumble to the seat that Wooyoung saved for you minutes after dozing off. Immediately, the smirk on your best friend’s face earns him a hard shoulder smack.
“What was that for?”
“For the second-hand embarrassment! Shut up and watch the game!”
You kept your eyes only on one player, even if the ball wasn’t in his possession. Even though you’ve been to many of his games before, you’ve never dared to openly pay close, special attention to him. But now with the remnants of his cologne over your figure, and his words filling your head, you couldn’t help but put all your attention on the boy who flawlessly blocks the spikes and offences.
And now, at match point, the whole place is encouraging their sides, fueling competitiveness for the players on the court. San, thankful for the support, looks over to you in the hopes of catching your gaze. Maybe that’s the best thing he’s done because you mouth a ‘you got this’ with your fists next to your face as encouragement. He inhales deeply, putting the last of his energy and focus into this round.
The next thing he knows, his team huddles together, patting each other's backs and jumping to rid themselves of the excess adrenaline from the final score. From the corner of San’s eye, his coach releases the tension in his body by exhaling on the bench. He spends the next few minutes celebrating with his friends before slipping away from them.
“Go,” Wooyoung bumps your shoulder. With no hesitation, you playfully roll your eyes at him before nearly missing a step in your rush to meet a certain player.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” San holds your shoulders. “I’m not going anywhere, bubs.”
You acknowledge that, pressing a quick peck on his cheek. “I know.” Your fingers sweep his hair away from his face, unintentionally tickling him and erupting him into soft giggles. “You really gave it your all there. I’m proud of you.”
The boy hums, placing his hands on your hips and pulling you towards him. You couldn’t properly prepare for it, resting your palms on his defined chest as he dips his head to you. “I’m sorry that I’m sweaty, but can I kiss you?”
You’re the one who cups his cheek, guiding his lips to touch yours. Both your lips stretch into a smile at the contact, and San slides to join his hands together at your lower back.
“Choi San,” you say between kisses.
“Hm?”
“Thank you for giving it your all.”
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don’t believe in love, but no one makes me feel like you do
when the moment hits them, that they’re in love with you
pairing/au: ateez (individual) x gn!reader
genre: fluff ! just cute lil moments with them (sfw)
word count: ~300-450/member
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a/n: return from hiatus that nobody asked for... done with school YIPPEE
hongjoong...
in the studio, joongie is such a workaholic! he just can’t help it… he loves his music too much, and so do you. you spend many days and nights together, him at his desk producing and writing away, while you chill on the couch working on your own stuff. sometimes, he’ll break the silence to ask for your opinion on one of his demos. you’re always eager to help him in anyway you can, jumping from your position on the couch to scurry over to him. he pulls you on his lap, placing his headphones over your ears to listen to the song so far. joong know he is talented, he has won countless awards and receives praise from all those around him, so he is forever appreciative of your honesty when you give him your feedback. you don’t sugarcoat or just say it’s perfect every time, he can tell you take your time to fully listen to the music and give your sincere thoughts. it’s times like these when he just looks at you, fully immersed with his headphones on and looking over his written lyrics on a notepad. he knows you know how much he values his work, and his perfectionist personality. you end up discussing back and forth on how to improve the song. here you are, going over his work and suggesting changes, something most would take offence to, but he has the biggest smile on his face. having the person he cherishes the most, you, having such interest in his passion sets his heart on fire. in a world where everyone else calls him and his work perfect, you aren’t afraid to show him where he is not, and he mentally thanks you everyday for caring for him so much to push him even further to greatness. he rethinks what love is, and is this not it?
seonghwa...
waking up together, hwa couldn’t think of a better way to start his day. hwa can’t help but be an overly-affectionate partner, cuddling you throughout the night, and always having his hands on you whenever he can. he just thinks it’s such an intimate thing, trusting someone at your most vulnerable. his heart swoons at the realisation it’s him that you trust, being able to easily doze off once your swaddled in bed, limbs intertwined and tangled. he usually wakes up before you, admiring your peaceful state of blissful slumber. it’s a weekend, and you both made plans to not have any plans. two full days of laziness and playing house, being able to stay in bed, eat all you want, and binge all of your favourite content. you went up to brush your teeth, and came back to find a peaceful seonghwa still in bed, not sleeping, but just laying in bed. he looked angelic against the white bedding, and you quickly leapt on top of him, easily shocking the man who was having a peaceful morning. you were both too busy laughing for him to ask what you were up to, until he say you pull out your phone to snap some photos of him. he’s shocked, but still giggling through your strange insistence. you set your phone down to shape his hair into a heart. as you struggled to place his hair perfectly, he just stared up at you. he is 100% sure if you made eye contact with him at this moment his pupils would be heart-shaped. it’s such a simple moment, but it makes his fluttering heart stop. you finally finish his heart-shaped hair and go back to snapping photos, but the whole time he isn’t paying much attention. he is still looking at your eyes peeking over your phone, dissociating into thoughts filled with every morning for the rest of his life filled with you. making breakfast, brushing your teeth together, hearing your soft snores, cute spontaneous moments like this, and so much more he wants to experience, but only with you.
yunho...
visiting your hometown, yunho loves when you show him the streets where you come from (as the other yunho said). you both are walking hand in hand everywhere, you drag him to your favourite stores and places. the whole time you are beaming with joy, the feeling of nostalgia overtaking you. though yunho was not apart of your life in this town, he thanks god for having it shape you to the beautiful person you are today. for the last stop of the day, you drag him to a small bookstore you always loved going to as a kid. you explain to him how it was basically your second home, spending as much time as you could there. like everything else about you, he find it so endearing. he’s grinning ear to ear as he spots a small flower stall next to it as you walk in. you both browse through the books for a bit before sitting to read to calm yourselves from the excitement of the day. an older lady comes by, and the two of you get to catching up; of course you introduce yunho, and the three of you engage in small talk before he excuses himself to the restroom. instead, he sneaks out to the flower shop, picking out a few types of your favourite flowers to quickly make you a bouquet. he wasn’t aware of the lovesick smile he wore until the florist makes a comment, saying how lucky his partner must be to be loved by him. love? you two haven’t really discussed it yet, but as he makes the bouquet, he feels tingles down his entire body at the thought of loving you. what does it mean to love? to care for someone unconditionally, accept and respect them for who they are, but what else? the florist must be a psychic at this point, as she quips “love is a feeling of incompletion, as you can never get enough of them.” all yunho does is smile, pay, and thank the florist, but on the short walk back into the store, the quote stays in his head, he is sure there will never be a time where he has gotten enough of you. even now, a simple gift of flowers wasn’t deserving enough of you, going out of his way to hand-pick and arrange one just for you. and suddenly, he realises the closest way to get enough of you is to spend everyday of his life by your side, for better or for worse.
yeosang...
late night walks, yeosang loves to stroll wrapped in the illumination of the night sky and its stars with you. his hand either intertwined with yours or at the small of your back. neither of you speak much, it is more so a silent understanding of rejuvenating breathing in the crisp air around you. sometimes your walks lead you to stop and grab a quick bite to eat or drink to sip on, but often the comfortable silence leads you both home to rest in each others embrace. late nights like this, you are both bare faced and rid of your daytime attire, strolling in lounge clothes and messy hair. this night, you decided to stop and stargaze a bit, sitting on a park bench side by side, your head resting on yeo’s shoulder as his arm lazily wraps around you. no words have to be exchanged to understand your feelings for each other, and that is what yeo admires most about you. in every star sparkling in the sky, his thoughts always trace back to you. it’s like his very being has been consumed by you, he can’t go a moment without being reminded of you. you shift, grabbing his arm to cling on to as the night breeze grows hungrier. in another moment of silent understanding, he helps you stand with him, starting to make your way back home. some people may describe love as a loud, pestering feeling you cannot ignore as hard as you try, but that isn’t true for him. the love he feels for you is a knit blanket made just for his heart by you, warming him up and comforting him constantly. there isn’t a nagging sensation or any butterflies in his stomach, just your eyes twinkling up as you look at him. did you know his whole universe is held in your gaze?
san...
date night, san cannot live without one! even if it’s just curled up on the couch watching a movie, he loves spending as much time with you as possible, and can you blame him? this date night, you two decided to go out to dinner. a quaint little restaurant, it looked fancy but was honestly anything but. it was late, around midnight, and you two feasted to your stomach’s content. there weren’t many people in the place since it was so late, allowing you two to giggle away at any and everything. time with san was always filled with smiles and laughter, your energies meshed together so well. as san makes, yet another, silly dad joke, he sees your face light up and redden at the poor attempt of a joke. another fit of giggles ensue, and san feels it is though your souls dance in joy whenever you two are together. spending time away from you feels like spending time away from himself. he is unsure of when he became so bonded and tied to you, but all he knows is he can’t live another day without being next to you. having to end date nights dropping you off at your place and making the oh-so lonely journey back to his apartment feels so… wrong. he feels lonely the moment you step out of his car. if only he could just at least wake up to you, come home to you, something. anything to make his house actually feel like a home, because now it just feels like a prison. his steps to his bedroom are heavy and exaggerated, dreading getting into a cold, empty bed without you there. then he thinks, maybe he should be taking steps elsewhere. maybe the walk to his house are missteps, and he should be walking with you in his arms, carrying you to bed every night like the royalty you are. he didn’t realise he was lost in his thoughts until you snapped him out of them, realising he is still in the restaurant, and there you are in front of him. he looks up, and swears he sees your souls holding hands, looking down at him. delusions or not, he takes that as his sign to take the next step, it’s the only way, and it’s time.
mingi...
walking in the streets of japan, mingi loves to take you on trips with him whenever he can. visiting the world with you is truly one of his many love languages. you go back and forth snapping photos of each other, capturing the other through their perspective. you two hop from shop to shop, accumulating a small mass of trinkets and souvenirs to join the many others back home. at this point, you two have spent most of the day out, and night has fallen. mingi takes a look at you walking slightly ahead of him, the breeze kissing your face as you bask in the chill of night, covered in one of his sweaters as you bring the cuffs to warmly wrap around your hands. you took in the sights around you, and he followed your gaze, stopping at an elderly couple walking hand in hand, smiling as they spoke amongst themselves. seeing young love is always beautiful, but there’s something sweeter seeing older love. presumably, two people have adored each other so much, they decided to spend the rest of their lives together, side by side. it’s such an amazing feat, a pair working together through the highs and lows of life, always returning back to each other. to find someone so dependable with your life is beautiful, and mingi always hoped to find that person, and the moment you pop up in front of him, dragging him to another store, he realised he already has found not just that person, but his person.
wooyoung...
road trips, wooyoung loves it when it’s just you, him, and the open road. day trips are a common form of a date for you two. best believe whenever you both have a few days off, the gas tank will be filled and bags packed. sometimes, woo pushes you in the car with him to drive aimlessly, just hours on hours with no destination. he finds nothing more relaxing than when he finds a pretty spot to pull over at, sitting next to you on the hood of his car to take in the sights. today though, woo did have a destination in mind, not that he told you of course. he found the prettiest resort just a few hours away, and his mind was set on whisking you away with him there as soon as possible. so here you are, in the passenger seat singing along to your collab playlist. in your eyes, he looks prettiest when he’s driving, features relaxed as his hand rests on your thigh. sometimes you play silly road games together, but often the drive is filled with meaningless banter and questionable singing (on your part). wooyoung lovers getting away from work and his life with you like this, going to a town where nobody knows either of you. all the pressure is subsided as you two can be carefree and have no responsibilities, the perfect escape. one thing he never wants to escape though, is you. no matter where life takes him, he needs you to be at his side, and he knows you always will be. he steals a glance over at you, sleeping against the window, and he wishes he could snap a photo to make it last forever. even though this time will come and go, he’ll hang onto your memories together forever. he briefly removes his hand on your thigh to his own, feeling the box shape in his pocket. he wasn’t never unsure of you, of your love, but now he knows for certain. to a lifetime of love, laughter, and driving.
jongho...
when you make him tea. everyone loves jongho’s voice, how could anyone not? but the curse of his angelic voice was not having many breaks. even in between the tours, the comebacks, the fansigns, and countless other events were vocal trainings and practises. jongho thanked all the gods above that his voice still hasn’t given out at this rate, especially since he doesn’t do too much to take care of it. after a long day of recording, he dramatically shuffles through your shared apartment door as soon as it clicks open. as always, you welcome him with open arms, which he graciously falls right into. he grunts as a high pitch whistle pierces the serene moment you two shared. begrudgingly, he follows your cue to sit at the kitchen counter, you on the other side pouring the hot water in a to go cup, loose leaf tea in a cute little strainer you purchased years ago. “let it steep for a few minutes and cool, then drink up!” he chuckled at your instructions, as if he had never drank tea before. he stirs the herb-infused water around with the antique spoon from the set you spent way too much on when apartment shopping together. you pick the spoon out of his cup, popping on a lid and once again dragging him out the door, insisting he needs to walk a bit to relax. truth is, he wanted nothing more than to just rot in bed for a bit, but he must admit it’s nice to properly stretch his sore legs after the days he has had. small talk goes on between you two, but he cannot help but look at you with such adoration in his eyes. you always take such good care of him, even with small moments like this which do not go unseen by him. oh, how lucky he is to have someone care for him as much as you do. soon, he thinks to himself, he’ll make sure there is no doubt in your mind of his love for you.
a/n 2: sorry these kinda suck ?? getting back into writing so gimme a bit for me to lock back in fr pls <3
ღ warnings: mentions of murder (reader and san are involved in a homicide case), descriptions of the crime scene, mentions of blood, exhibitionism (sex in a working police station), San uses handcuffs on reader, swearing, unprotected sex, creampie
ღ networks: @cromernet @k-vanity @illusionnet
ღ summary: Detective Choi was probably your last choice of a partner. He always dragged out timelines and made the job difficult. When you finally got paired with him it felt like a punishment until you learned why his mind was always elsewhere.
ღ author’s note: a HUGEEE thank you to @pars-ley for beta reading and making this fic what it is!
The chatter of the room died down as Captain Kim walked in. “Good morning, I have a few cases that need to be assigned today.” He cleared his throat, looking around the room. He never had to try at gaining the attention of the room as he had such a natural captivating aura. “First, we have a robbery that took place at an electronics store at the corner of fifth and fifty-ninth. Detective Choi Jongho, I am going to partner you with Detective Kang.” He flipped over to the next file lying in front of him.
“A murder took place early this morning around 05:00 hours. It is the second murder in a suspected double-homocide, I need this to be solved with the utmost accuracy. Detective Y/L/N, I am pairing you with Detective Choi San. I expect high quality work,” He raised an eyebrow, looking between the two of you and switched over to the next file. His words were muted as you spaced out. San wasn’t a bad detective from the work you’ve seen, it was just how long it took him to finalize a case that made you worried about working with him. He was always talking with Detective Jung about something non-work related or flirting with the other female detectives.
“Dismissed.” Captain Kim’s words were as clear as day, unlike whatever he was going over after your assignment. “Let’s get to work,” San appeared in front of you, flashing one of his signature smiles that showed off his dimples. You’ve seen him smile like that to all of the women in this precinct, so it wasn’t unexpected for him to pull that move on you. “Yep,” You sighed, walking out to the bullpen to collect your case file that Captain had set on your desk. “I can drive us,” He leaned on the edge of your table. “Sounds good,” You exhaled and walked to the elevator, nothing else was on your mind other than the fact you wanted to complete this case as fast as possible.
“I wonder how Song and Jeong will do on their case,” He spoke through the silence as you stared out the window. He bit the inside of his cheek, trying to find something he could say to break the awkwardness that was in between you. “Mm,” You hummed, just agreeing since you weren't paying attention to what they would be working on. “Catching an arms dealer sounds so cool. I would’ve loved having that case,” He sighed. “What about you? Is there a case you’d want to work?” He smiled, glancing at you before returning his eyes to the road. “This one. I want to focus on this case, that’s all.” You tried to cut the conversation short. He let out a short, quiet sigh at your response. “So… what are you doing after work?” His question was hesitant. “Just going home as of right now, it might change based on our case,” Your voice was dry as you answered his question.
You looked over at him, seeing his tense posture as he drove. Even though working with him was a drag you felt bad about how rude you were being. “What about you?” You nodded in his direction as you asked. “Oh, nothing,” He shrugged. “Maybe the gym, have some dinner,” He trailed off as he thought about his evening. “Nice,” You nodded. The bland comment seeming to simmer over you. You exhaled, letting out a deep breath as your leg bounced; not in an anxious way but more of a need to move.
“Well I’m glad we’re together, I’ve heard nothing but good about your work and determination. I’m surprised we haven’t worked together yet.” He kept his cheerful mood as he parked. You took the chance to get out quickly and make your way up to the crime scene, not even waiting for him to catch up to you. “Detective Y/L/N,” You flashed your badge to one of the patrol officers as you walked in, taking in the scene. “Detective,” Officer Yoon spoke up, making her way over to you. Your tense state relaxed as you saw her. You both were in the academy together and grew close before she moved on to CSI. “Nice to see you,” You smiled at her as she held her camera. “What are we dealing with here?” You looked around the apartment. “What did I miss?” San panted softly. You raised an eyebrow in his direction at the way he was holding his hips. “Winded?” You stifled a laugh. “I had to run up the stairs to catch up, they were steep!” He defended himself.
Officer Yoon looked at the two of you, noticing how hard you were trying to act like he bothered you. “Sorry,” San looked at her as she waved him off. “Time of death was around five this morning, looks like he was shot, quick in and out but we can look into it more back at the morgue,” Officer Yoon looked over at the body as CSI zipped the body bag closed. You nodded and looked around, taking in the small apartment. “Y/L/N, look over here,” San called you over to the kitchen he had wandered off to. “There was a struggle, a paper towel holder is on the ground, looks like a knife is missing from this set,” he pointed to the block in the corner of the counter. “A fight definitely happened here,” He looked around.
“About what though?” You bit the inside of your cheek as you looked around. “Robbery wasn’t involved. TV, phone, laptop, wallet and keys are still here. Uniforms said there was no evidence of a jewelry box for them to take,” You kept looking around as if you were waiting for a lead to magically appear in front of you.
“Did the neighbors hear anything?” San’s voice cut through as you studied the apartment.
“No. Officers covered door duty already. Three other apartments on the floor, two are vacant and the other is on vacation. Neighbors downstairs and upstairs said they didn’t hear anything.” You looked over at him as you finished speaking.
“So we really got to find what this guy was into then.” San mumbled just loud enough for you to hear. “I’m going to see if we can pull anything from the street cams, the hallway ones too,” You spoke matter-of-factly as you walked out of the apartment and down to his car, leaving him to follow behind.
He took a deep breath before running over to catch up to you. “Why are you moving so fast?” He whined as he pulled the car door open quickly and got in. You covered up your laugh by clearing your throat.“It’s not funny,” a playful annoyance in his voice as he looked over at you. “To you,” you teased as he sighed. The silence took over as you spaced out. Maybe working with him wouldn’t be as bad as you were letting yourself think it would be. He seemed to be a decent detective and his playfulness would at least keep you entertained.
“Y/N?” San spoke up as he drove. “Yea?” Your voice was blunt as you snapped out of your thoughts. “I don’t know if I’ve upset you or anything but I sense some awkwardness between us. Can we clear the air?” He sounded timid as he cleared his throat quietly.
You bit the inside of your cheek, not expecting him to address this as fast as he did. You straightened in your seat, feeling as if you’ve been put in a hot seat. “You haven’t done anything directly, I’ve just heard stories of your work during investigations. Getting assigned with you on a case as important as this one, just feels like a punishment,” You sighed, your body relaxing from its tense state. “I also know you like to take your time but I want a promotion. I need to take my Sergeant’s exam but with the time you take on cases I’m not going to have time to study.” You rambled, leaving San silent as he listened.
“How about I let you take the lead then? I don’t want to get in your way,” He still sounded so sweet as he spoke to you, unbothered by your words. “Sounds good,” You nodded, feeling more relaxed now that the case is yours and you could run it based on your own timeline. You weren’t a control freak necessarily but it was always a gratifying feeling when someone gave you the lead on any case you received.
“When we get back I want you to deep dive on our victim. Find out his job, coworkers, family, relationships; past and present. Any memberships he could’ve had too. I’m going to get a warrant for his phone and I'll see if the surveillance footage got sent over too,” You looked at him, making sure he heard everything you instructed as he parked. “Sounds good. Did you want me to contact the next of kin?” He questioned as he got out of the car.
“I can do it, I already gave you a lot to do,” you got out after him and walked over to the elevator, he soon joined you. “Thank you for letting me take the lead,” You spoke up.
“Of course. I don’t want to get in your way and you want to be a sergeant, any cases we have together I will let you take over and be primary,” He smiled at you as you made your way to your separate desks. San tried to not stare but the way you delved into your work drew him in. The way you would bite the inside of your cheek as you flipped through papers or were scrolling on your computer. He would never tell you or anyone else but it was one of the quirks you had that caught his attention when he first started here.
“San?” You called over, removing him from his daydream. “Yeah?” He questioned, clearing his throat. He watched as you walked over to him. “I have our vic’s mother coming in and his sister. Can you interview the sister for me?” You pleaded.
He laughed at you, shaking his head. “Of course, anything you need.” He smiled up at you.
“Thank you. They’ll be here any minute now,” You smiled at him as you walked away. His eyes followed as you poured yourself a cup of coffee, waiting for the family to walk in. He watched as the victim’s mother sat down at the chair next to your desk. “Detective Choi,” your voice took him out of his trance and hummed over in response. “Can you take the statement from our victim’s sister?” You gestured to the younger girl standing by your desk. He nodded, grabbed his notepad and patted the seat next to his desk. He listened to the sister, jotting down notes as she spoke yet his eyes kept shifting over to you, watching you comfort the mother as she walked away and over to the sister. “Is she all set?” The older woman’s voice was hoarse from the sobbing that took place beside you. “Yes, that was all. I’m so sorry once again, Mrs. Lee. If you need anything don’t hesitate to reach out to us. Okay?” He smiled softly, putting his hand out for her to shake which she took. You helped walk the victim’s family out before making your way over to San’s desk to compare notes.
You sat down in the chair next to him as he sat back down. “What did you find out?” You questioned as he looked down at his notes, tapping his pen on his desk.
“Looks like our vic led a clean life. Went to work and kept up with the gym.” He shrugged as you nodded. “Have you found any relationships that we could question?” You kept coming up with things to ask, wanting to see how much he was paying attention to the victim’s sister, without revealing that you noticed his eyes wandering to look at you every few moments. It was a hard line to walk.
“I got the warrant so we should start going through his text messages,” You looked at him as he nodded. You could tell he wasn’t fully listening. “San?” Your voice had an edge to it. “I’ll help you,” He answered quickly once he realized you were onto him.
The nerves of working with him wore off after a couple of days of being side by side. It started to actually be enjoyable, which you couldn’t have imagined possible. Talking with him was less of a drag than it was before, even if it was now a subtle flirting back and forth.
“Y/L/N, if you ever want help studying let me know. It’s really cool you want to be a sergeant.” He smiled at you as you blushed softly, rocking slightly on your heels as you waited for the elevator to open on your floor.
“Thank you, and I’ll let you know. I’ve been trying to keep up but they only run the tests every other year,” You sighed.
“Yeah, but you’re really smart and I can tell you’re an amazing leader.” His compliments kept flowing. “Thank you, I appreciate it,” Your cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink. “I would be very happy to be under your command,” He bumped his arm against yours.
“Detectives,” Captain Kim’s voice made you jump as the doors opened. You quickly walked out with San. “How are we doing on this case?” He asked, eyes shifting between the two of you. “Really good. We’re very close to finishing,” San answered quickly, flashing a smile at you before looking back at Captain.
“Mhm,” The small hum of agreement was all you could muster to answer. “Good, the commissioner has started to follow along. I’m glad to hear about your progress,” He smiled and walked back towards his office. You smacked San’s arm. “Very close?” You scoffed. “We still have four suspects and haven’t found a connection with the last victim,” You sighed. “I panicked,” He had a whine to his voice.
“Let me ask for some overtime, I’ll tell him the case will be solved even faster because we’re on a roll right now,” He smiled apologetically. “Go ahead,” You sighed as he walked to Captain Kim’s office. You head to the vacant evidence room where you had set up your murder board. Sitting down on one of the tables, staring at the board in front of you trying to see if you could find the connection without being distracted by San at your side. “It’s approved,” His head peeked in and you snapped out of it. “Sounds good,” You smiled at him as he looked at the time. “I’m gonna hit the showers quickly. Is that alright?” He asked, sounding hesitant.
“Yeah! Go ahead, I’ll be here,” You laughed at his apprehension.
You stared at the board in front of you, moving around a few of the photos and updating the timelines in front of you. “Any leads?” San’s voice caught you by surprise. “I think I matched the timelines and it’s a perfect match to Lee Minho’s murder.” You looked over at San, it was hard not to instantly check him out.
The snug grey sweatpants hugging his hips and tight tee shirt that exposed his toned body. “See, we’re so close,” He teased. “Yeah,” You cleared your throat, looking away from him as you agreed. The way you were shifting around made him watch you more intently “You okay?” He raised an eyebrow. “Yeah,” You repeated as you pressed your lips together. Still averting your eyes to stop yourself from drooling over the way he looked. “So what do these two have in common?” He leaned on the table next to you, studying the board.
The silence grew between you as you tried to not look back over at him, but as he leaned in closer, the smell of his body wash overwhelmed you and made you move off to the side. “Is everything alright?” He looked at you worriedly. “Mhm,” Your hum was quiet as you attempted to hide your embarrassment. “So what was the connection you found?” He repeated his question.
“Oh, I think the gym trainer. They had the same one,” You stood up and walked over to the front of the board. You swallowed as you tried to keep your mind from traveling down the stream of thoughts that were flooding your brain.
“Huh, I didn’t even notice that,” He walked over and stood behind you, looking at the board. “So should we go ahead and file the arrest warrant?” He watched you, waiting for a response. “Are you sure everything is okay?” He spoke a bit louder.
“I have to be honest,” You blurted out as you turned to look at him. “What?” He moved around to look at you.
“Okay?” His voice was unsure as he answered. You were already acting differently since he’s come back from his shower.
“You’re insanely hot, I don’t know what it is about you or why I haven’t noticed,” Your cheeks burned as you covered your mouth. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.” You stood up, walking to the other side of the room.
“Don’t apologize,” He closed the distance between you. “I’ve always thought you were hot. The tight dress pants you wear always catch my eye, and the way you look when you’re focusing on something. It’s all insanely hot and drives me crazy. I just didn’t want to act on it because I thought you felt different,” He rubbed the back of his neck.
“I mean, I did at the beginning of this but the past few days of getting to know each other have been nice. Then you walked in the room just now and god, you’re breathtaking,” You blushed brighter. “I’ve wanted to say the same about you,” He retorted. His intense eyes looked over you as he was reading your body language.
“Kiss me,” You demanded. “Yeah?” He teased as he moved in closer to you. Your chest tightened as you felt his lips land on yours. The soft feeling made you buzz as he moved his hands to hold your hips close to him. As soon as he started, it felt like there was no return, the nervousness from your confession was reassured as his tongue swiped against your lip, you would be a fool if you didn’t give him the chance to let him explore the inside of your mouth.
Your tongue moved with his as his hands moved on your body. You pulled away, looking into his eyes. “We have to shut the door,” You gasped as he nodded and crossed the room as he shut the door gently. “No one is out there,” He turned to look at you, seeing that you’ve unbuttoned your top. “Fuck…” He sighed, biting his lip as he looked over at you. He pulled out a chair, taking a seat and leaned back. “Come here,” He patted his lap as you walked over. Wasting no time climbing on top of him and straddling him. “You’re so hot,” He looked at you in awe, reaching for your back and unclasping your bra. “Your tits are so perfect,” He threw your bra on the table, and pulled you closer to him. He quickly took your tit into his mouth, flicking his tongue on your hardened peaks.
You pressed your lips together, holding back soft moans. His hands moved to grab your ass as he squeezed lightly, moving you against his hardening length. Your breath hitched as his cold fingers pinched your hardened nipple.
“You like that?” His voice was breathy as you continued to grind on his thick length. “Mhm,” You whimpered as he rolled his fingers on your pebbled flesh. He smirked as he watched the way your back arched as he swirled his tongue on your nipple.
Your finger tangled in his hair as you rolled your hips on his lap. “You’re so hard,” You barely whispered as you leaned your head back. “You did that,” He chuckled, moving away from your breasts. You leaned down, kissing his neck lightly sending a shiver down his spine.
The throbbing in between your legs was becoming unbearable as you could only begin to imagine the feeling of every inch of him inside of you. He leaned back, holding your sides as he watched you slowing down your grinding.
“Fuck me,” You whispered in his ear. “Really?” He chuckled. “Please, I want your cock deep inside me,” You moved on his length, aching for him. His breath hitched as he grabbed your ass tightly. “Let me try something,” He let go of you, lifting you effortlessly off his lap.
“Try what?” You ask as you looked up at him innocently. “You’ll see,” He answered shortly as he stood up. He couldn’t help himself as he checked you out, immediately imagining how he would feel deep inside of you.
“Bend over on the table,” He kissed you briefly as he turned you over. He reached in front of you, pulling your pants down. “You’re soaked,” He smirked. Looking at the soft pink thong you were wearing, seeing the darkened color near your cunt. His thumb moved in a circle around your desperate hole, sliding down and rubbing your clit.
You shifted, letting your body slide down on the table as the pleasure of him touching you took over. His soft fingers moving to tease your folds as you lifted your hips. “Fuck,” You whimpered.
He couldn’t hold back the chuckle that left his lips as he pulled down his pants. “W-what did you want to try?” You stuttered. “Give me your hands,” He demanded. The realization immediately kicked in as you put your hands behind your back and felt the cold metal of your handcuffs being secured to your wrists.
“I don’t have a condom, is that okay?” He bit his lip, hoping you would dismiss it. “That’s fine, I don’t care. I just want you deep inside,” You pleaded as he didn’t waste a moment, taking your ass in his hand and squeezed.
He pulled your panties to the side and pushed his tip to your entrance. “Please, San,” You begged. He quickly gave in as he pushed his length inside your dripping wet heat. Your breath hitched as you felt him stretching you out, adjusting to his size. “‘s-so big,” you whined out as your back arched for him.
The feeling of him inside was something beyond words could properly describe. His cock was pushing in on all the right spots as he was taking it slow, wanting to savor the feeling of him pushing in inch by inch.
“You’re so tight,” He grunted as he pulled back out slowly, his fingers digging into your hips as he started to create a consistent pace. “God, this pussy is so fucking good,” He grunted as you whimpered, withholding your moans. The thrill of being quiet to avoid being caught was making this even hotter than you could’ve even imagined.
His cock was diving in deeper as he held the handcuffs. “You feel so good,” You whined, as his hips began to jack hammer into yours, desperate to shove every part of his cock inside of you. Your cunt was convulsing around him as he grunted, the strength of him pulling on the handcuffs made you whimper. “Y-you’re gonna make me cum,” You whined.
“Already?” He couldn’t help his cockiness as he tilted his head back, plunging deep inside of you as he held back his own moans. The constant feeling of him exiting and reentering you made you let out a strangled moan, unable to hold it all inside as it was slipping out of your mouth.
He quickly let go of the restraints and leaned over you, covering your mouth. “Be quiet. We don’t want to be caught, do we?” He taunted, as you shook your head, his hand still firm on your mouth. “Good girl,” He cooed and let go of you, moving back to his previous position and returned to the deep thrusts that were giving you a new pleasure you haven’t had before.
“You’re taking my cock so well,” He praised, as you kept your moans quiet, trying to hold the wails that wanted to come out of your mouth. “You’re so so fucking good,” You whimpered, as his pace picked up and became more frenzied as his hand returned to the handcuffs, pulling your arms back carefully. “Can I cum in you?” He got out in between heavy breaths as he pulled on your cuffs.
That question made your brain shortwire as he continued to fuck you with a merciless rhythm. The anticipation of feeling him empty inside of you made you realize you hadn’t answered him as he kept jackhammering his hips into yours.
“Please…” You begged. Your eyes rolling back as you let out soft moans that only he could hear. You could feel him losing his composure as his hands moved around your body, unable to stay with a consistent pace.
“I’m gonna fucking fill you up then,” He grunted. Your walls fluttered around him, making his cock twitch. He sucked in a sharp breath to fight back the groans that wanted to escape his lips.
“S-san please,” You let out a choked sob, holding back as you felt your orgasm coming close. The shockwaves coming over your body as you begin seeing stars. “I-I’m gonna cum,” You fumbled over your words.
Your gut tightening as you let out a shattered breath, not wanting to cry out from the pleasure of him hitting your g-spot. “Fuck,” you puffed as you clenched, your walls gripped around his cock tightly as he held your sides.
“Do it for me, baby,” He grunted as his thrusts were becoming unpredictable as he felt his own orgasm coming over.
You felt that wave taking over your body as he reached, letting go of the cuffs to cover your mouth. He knew you wouldn’t be able to hold back the moans that were going to escape your lips. Your cry was muffled as you dissolved into the pleasure, your pussy pulsing around his cock as you slumped over. He kept moving, letting you ride out the pleasure. He slammed in with one last powerful thrust as he grunted, emptying himself inside of you. “Fuck, Y/N,” He panted, pulling out carefully.
Your knees buckled as he exited you. He quickly found the key in the pocket of your pants and removed the cuffs. “Are you okay?” His voice was gentle as he pulled up his pants. Your hands gripped the sides of the table as you panted softly, trying to collect yourself before you could answer.
“More than okay,” You quickly nodded, lifting yourself up from the desk and pulling your pants up. The high from your orgasm coming down as you pulled out the chair and sat down. You ran your fingers through your hair before buttoning your shirt back up.
“Should we talk about it?…” He looked at you, leaning on the table across from you. His arms crossed over his chest. The feeling of him staring you down after fucking you like that was unexpected.
“I don’t know what there is to say,” You swallowed harshly, still recovering. You pushed your hair back, your fingers tangling at the ends. Words that could be said weren’t even coming across your mind as your eyes shifted back over to him. He kept his unimpressed look making you look away from him.
“I mean, four days ago you were completely against me and then, that just happened. I’m not upset about it at all, just curious,” His voice was soft as he looked at you.
You bit your lip, unsure of what to say to him. “It was the spur of the moment. I’m sorry if it was wrong of me,” You apologized, clearing your throat. A knock on the door made you jump up, fixing yourself quickly as you were brought back down to the realization that you were still at work. San glanced in your direction, making sure you were all set before responding to the knock.
“Yeah?” San spoke up, moving to sit down on the chair. The creak of the door made both of you look over, trying to play off that you had been working the whole time and nothing else had happened between the two of you.
“Any progress?” Captain Kim walked in, taking a quick glance at the murder board set in front of the tables you each were sitting at. His hands were in his pockets as he took in the board more, looking over each note that was written down.
“Yes, I think there’s a connection from the gym they both go to. The M.E just got back to me and said DNA was found on the body and it’s being ran in the system for a match. One of them has to be involved.” You spoke up as Captain nodded, a slight smile on his face as he finished looking over your work to turn and look at you. San watched him feeling satisfied that your work was being appreciated.
“Good, I don’t mean to be on top of you so much. I just want this solved and give good news to the commissioner. Thank you to both of you for your hard work and staying longer than your shift. If you need anything, give me a call. I’m going home for the night,” He smiled at you.
“Have a good night, sir,” You smiled back softly as he shut the door behind him. You sighed, guilt building inside of you as you looked back at San. “We just had sex at work,” Your eyes widened as he laughed softly. You exhaled as you sat back in your seat, relaxing at the absence of the Captain. Your hands quickly covered your face as San watched, finding fun in the way you started to take in the actions of what you were doing.
“Mhm, I just came inside of you and used your own handcuffs on you.” He stood up, moving close to you. His hand found your cheek, cupping your face and leaving a gentle kiss on your lips. “We should probably get back to work,” He mumbled against your lips. He pulled away, admiring you before leaning back on the edge of the table. Your eyes were glued to him as he turned his head, reading over your notes. You swallowed, forcing your head to turn away from him.
“Yeah,” You sighed, looking back at the whiteboard. “Want to file a warrant? They had the same trainer so odds are that’s our guy,” You looked at him as he nodded.
You stood up and walked out to your desk. “Can I take you home?” San looked at you as you fixed the pile of papers on your desk. You quickly tried to think of the pros or cons to his offer. You could invite him up and briefly explain before sending him on his way or let him stay the night, or the conversation could go sideways and working with him would never be the same. It already was going to have a change from letting him fill you up in the evidence room but if the wrong words were said it could make every interaction the worst possible thing in the world.
“Are you picking me up in the morning?” You teased after coming to your own decision that the pros outweigh the cons. The idea of him possibly bringing you into work started to add to the thrill of working with him. He kept watching as you shuffled through papers, eyeing you as he looked at the cuffs on the side of your waist. A small smirk on his face as he played back the new memories of him using them on you.
“I could,” He nodded, taking himself out of his head before he could get too excited again. You looked up at him. “Let me take you home,” He looked at you as you nodded, agreeing with his offer. “I just have to get my stuff, I’ll be right back,” He spoke quickly before walking off to the locker room to get his bag. You grabbed your bag as you walked over to the elevator to wait for him. You exhaled, rocking on your heels until you saw him from your peripherals. You quickly tapped the button as he stood beside you.
“Can we figure out what happened?” He questioned as soon as you stepped into the elevator. Your shoulders slumped as you tried to hide your annoyance. Avoiding the conversation felt easier than facing the music. You knew about his work from the beginning but only brought up the actual work related incidents that you were told about, avoiding bringing up the sex he’s had with other female detectives.
“San…” You sighed. “Don’t play coy,” You looked at him as he raised an eyebrow. He couldn’t hide the confusion that took over his body. He tried to cover up that he knew what you were talking about as he exhaled. He bit the inside of his cheek as he decided to play it off.
“What do you mean?” He gave you a look you haven’t seen before.
“I know that you’ve slept with the other female detectives in the squad. I don’t know why you’re being so weird that I initiated,” You looked at the elevator doors, letting them open as you walked out. You made your way over to his car as he followed trying to find the words to say to you. He fixed his hair and stood next to you, studying your firm expression.
“That’s why I’m being weird. You told me that working with me was basically a punishment but just now you were begging for my dick to be inside of you. I’m not complaining at all, just confused and I want to talk about it,” He sighed.
You listened to him, feeling embarrassed as he recalled your actions from the last two hours. “Something just came over me,” You shrugged it off as he stared at you, feeling unsatisfied with your answer. “Let’s talk about it at my place. I have a nice bottle of wine that we could talk over,” You rocked on your heels as he quickly agreed. “Works for me,” He opened the car door for you as you climbed in.
After a short drive he was walking into your apartment. He looked around the clean, small studio as you were in the kitchen pouring the glasses of wine for you to enjoy. “Go sit on the couch andlet’s talk ,” you pointed over in the direction as he followed your finger, adjusting the pillow before sitting down. You handed him the glass and sat next to him.
“I heard the stories from around the precinct but I held back on letting them form my opinion on you. To be completely honest I didn't understand why all of these detectives were excited to work with you when your focus was on everything else but the case.” You paused as you looked at him. “But then when we started talking, I realized I was being too harsh on you. I really have been enjoying working with you and was happy to have you on the case. All professional,” You quickly added. “Then you walked in after your shower and I truly realized what everyone else was seeing. I didn’t know if you were going to try and pull anything on me, especially since we’re so close to finishing the case. That’s why I made my move,” You took a sip of your wine as you finished your explanation.
San nodded, digesting the words you had said. “Thank you for explaining, I wasn’t going to try because you’re so fucking hard to read,” he chuckled and looked into your eyes. “But I’m really glad you made that move. It was honestly one of the hottest experiences I’ve ever had,” He couldn’t hold back the flirt.
“I could say the same. Never in a million years would I have ever considered having sex at work,” You laughed and heard your phone buzz. “Our warrant just came through, one of the trainers did it and he has a record, so DNA is already in the system luckily. Makes the collar faster,” You put your phone down as San nodded.
“First thing tomorrow then, right?” He smiled as you nodded. Watching as he took a sip from his glass and looked around your home. “You have a really nice place,” He complimented to break up the awkward silence.
“Thank you. I’m also really sorry that I was so harsh on you and was so standoffish when we started,” you apologized and put your glass down on the table in front of you. You watched as he did the same, subtly moving in closer to you. The same hunger from mere hours ago arising in your body again. San looked at you in a much softer way this time than when you demanded him to kiss you.
Before you both realized, you were moving in closer to one another your mouths were connected, gently moving in sync as he held the back of your head. His soft lips were creating a buzzing all through your body and the delicate way of them capturing yours was comforting. He pulled away carefully, placing his forehead on yours. “Stay the night?” You looked at him hopefully as he quickly nodded, letting his lips crash back onto yours.
You groaned as you heard your alarm, the urge to turn it off and just roll over was eating at you but you knew you couldn’t. You sighed and sat up to turn off the chime that was repeatedly going off. “Morning already?” San’s raspy voice made you look over, taking him in, his messy hair and hooded eyes that were refusing to stay open.
“Mhm, and we have a big arrest to make, so wake up sleepy head,” You teased, as you walked over to your closet, grabbing your clothes and making your way to the bathroom. Glancing in the mirror as you started the shower and checking your appearance, seeing the small pink bites left on your collar bones. You sighed in relief as you climbed in, letting the warm water cover your body. You hummed as you lathered the soap on your body.
“Hey, Y/N?” San called out, speaking loud enough for you to hear over the water. “Yeah?” You responded, turning off the water and reaching for your towel to wrap around your body. You listened for his response as you started to get ready.
“Can I take a shower here? I just have to run down to my car and grab the extra clothes I have in there,” He still spoke at a louder volume as you finished getting ready.
“Yeah, that’s fine,” You opened up the door to see him standing there in nothing but his boxers, and you couldn’t fight back the blush that spread on your cheeks at the sight.
“Alright, I’ll be back up,” He smiled tiredly, as he threw his clothes on from yesterday and jogged out of your apartment. You exhaled a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding and waited for him to return and finish getting ready. The events of last night played through you mind, and caused you to space out as you absentmindedly packed your bag.
“Ready?” San said cheerfully and you nodded, walking down to make your way into work together. It felt like all eyes were on you as you walked in and you tried to brush it off, letting San follow his routine of greeting everyone in the room. You took a deep breath and walked up to the Captain’s door, knocking softly.
“Come in,” you heard his voice as clear as day and walked in. He was still focused on his work in front of him until you shut the door behind you, making him look up.
“Sir, would you mind if Detective Choi and I skipped out on the morning briefing? We now have a warrant for the arrest of the gym instructor and I want to take care of that as soon as possible. I understand if you need us to attend,” Your voice wavered as you spoke, knowing that the Captain liked to follow certain protocols.
“Absolutely, the sooner the case gets closed, the better. Do you need any back up or any other assistance?” He quickly offered,pushing his other work off to the side.You shook your head in response as you moved closer to the door. “Alright then, dismissed,” he smiled, as you walked out and over to your desk to pick up the warrant that was left for you.
“Choi?” You looked over at San sitting on the edge of Detective Jung’s desk. He quickly looked over and stood as you nodded your head, directing him to follow you out of the building. “Let’s go catch our perp,” you smiled softly.
Driving you to the location that your target was suspected to be. “I feel like this case went by quickly,” He spoke up, sighing after his words as he realized. You hummed in agreement as he bit his lip. “About last night,” he started.
“Don’t,” you quickly spoke, making him look in your direction. “I enjoyed it and I hope we can still see each other even though this is ending,” your face turned a deep pink as San parked, looking at you in bewilderment.
“Really?” He said, sounding shocked, as he was trying to read you. “I was too nervous to say those words to you last night but hearing them come from you seemed so much better than anything that I could’ve said,” he let out a bashful chuckle.
“I mean…yeah,” you nodded as you looked at him. “If you’d like to of course,” you followed up quickly as he nodded, a bright smile on his face as you got out of the car. “I’d love to keep talking about this but we need to do our jobs first,” you laughed, as he got out of the car.
“Yep, I knew that,” he was trying to control the excitement evident in his voice but failed miserably. He quickly got out and followed after you as you held the door open for him. “I’m going to the lead, alright?” You quickly confirmed to make sure he was okay with it.
You walked up to the apartment and knocked on the door, he watched you carefully as you banged your fist.
“Police, open up!” You yelled out, waiting for the response. You gave it a moment then looked at San nodding in his direction as he kicked in the door.
“Park Junho! We have a warrant for your arrest, come out with your hands up,” You called out, looking around the apartment as the bedroom door flew open. San watched him carefully as he put his hands up. “Turn around,” you ordered and he followed. “Park Junho,you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney, if you cannot afford an attorney one will be appointed for you,” You finished putting the cuffs on and held his arm. “Do you understand these rights as I have read them to you?” You finished reciting the words that had been ingrained in your mind for the past five years.
“Hey, bag that.” You pointed at the gun that was lying on the table. San quickly did as you said, taking a picture of it to send to a fellow detective to check and see if it was registered to the suspect before sealing the bag.
San walked down with you, holding the evidence in his pocket as Junho grumbled in the car on your way back to the station. “I’ll take him to interrogation,” San spoke up as he parked. You nodded and got out of the car, removing your perp out of the vehicle.
“Did you need an attorney?” San questioned Junho as you walked into the precinct. Silence was the only response as San held Junho’s bicep, leading him to an interrogation room. “I’m going to let uniforms take over the questioning,” He looked at you.
“Sounds good,” you nodded and watched as he made the hand off. He took the bag out of his pocket and looked at the gun before bringing it to the lab.
“I have to bring this down but I had Jung run the serial number, it’s registered to our guy in there.” He nodded towards the hallway where he was being questioned. “It’s a nine millimeter, which matches the bullet wounds in our vic,” He looked up at you.
“I’ll go tell Captain,” you nodded and watched him walk away as you knocked on Captain Kim’s door. You cleared your throat as you entered. “I have uniforms interrogating now but we have found our guy. He has a gun registered that’s a match to the one used in the murder and his DNA was already in the system from a previous arrest, we found it under the fingernails of our victim,” You smiled as you gave the good news. A smile spread on his face as you relayed your information.
“Thank you, Detective Y/N. You've done some fine work and I couldn’t be happier with the outcome,” He praised, as you nodded and looked out the window to see San talking with some of the officers.
“Credit also goes to Detective Choi, he did really good work,” You complimented, admiring San from a distance before returning your attention back to Captain Kim. He hummed in agreement with you.
“I also saw you have a Sergeant's exam scheduled. I’m glad you’re making that step up. You’re one of the finest detectives that I’ve had under my command. I will put in a good word with the brass,” His compliment made your eyes widen, completely surprised by his high praise.
“Thank you, Sir,” you grinned, as he nodded and dismissed you from his office. Walking out of there made you feel like you were floating as you sat down at your desk. San laughed at your expression as he headed over in your direction.
“Good news?” He questioned, and you nodded quickly in response. His stare remained on you, whilst you were attempting to hide the giddiness you felt. “First date idea, I’ll help you study so you can nail that exam.” He nudged your arm as he spoke quietly so no one could over hear and you quickly nodded at his proposal.
linda my bb!!! congrats on 1k again, you're incredible and im so happy for you ilysm 🩵
now you know i need #1 with san please pretty please with a cherry on top (again ILYSM!!!)
Still Loving You [Hearts Unfolded: XOMAKARA's 1K Event]
SUMMARY | Two high school sweethearts reunite at a mutual friend’s wedding after years apart.
PAIRINGS | San x Reader
RATING | Mature, NSFW, EXPLICIT, MDNI, 18+, Any Minors and Ageless Blogs will be blocked
GENRE | smut, slight pwp, romance, old flames, reunion
CONTENT/WARNINGS | wedding vibes, romantic sex, literally lovemaking, unprotected sex (wrap it up ya’ll!), vaginal penetration, riding
LENGTH | 1,801 words
TAGLIST | @heechwe, @lovetaroandtaemin, @pars-ley
NETWORKS | @illusionnet @cromernet @othersideoutlawsnetwork @winerys-collection @cosyhomenet @keopihaus @ksmutsociety @k-vanity
AUTHOR’S NOTE | thank you so much lexi! ilysm too and once again, congrats to the 3k 🥰 I know you didn't specify nsfw but I know your mind haha. It's not as filthy or as long as my other fics but I know you'll still love it. Much love 💛💚
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Everything felt right at this moment.
You in his arms, the romantic music of the orchestra filling the whole place, bodies pressed against each other as couples swayed and twirled, lost in their own worlds. All you wanted to do was melt, completely melt, in the comfort that was his arms, never again to be torn apart from one another.
When you parted ways during your high school graduation to live different lives, to go on to college, promising to always stay in touch through text, phone and video chats, a lot of time had passed. Despite your promise, letters weren't written, texts and calls were short and few, and it eventually became an old habit of neither party, much to both of your regret. It was only a stroke of luck that put you both back in the same place at the same time.
By coincidence, or some force of destiny, at this very wedding of mutual friends, was the man you had fallen in love with all those years ago, now having grown and matured from the youthful teenager you remembered and even grown to have the mature features of a fine-looking, eligible man.
"San?" you whisper his name into his ear. "This is really happening, right? You and me together again?"
"Yeah," he smile. "If...that's what you want, of course..."
You smile in the embrace of your shared dance. "No way am I letting you slip out of my fingers again."
As the song drew to an end, so too did the entire ballroom. The DJ put his disc on a brief break to enjoy the evening, and most guests stepped outside onto the expansive patio to get some fresh air and chat more freely. Taking your hand in his, San leads you outside the large venue into the bright night time, and there wasn't any other way to describe the feeling except for heavenly.
It had been so long. His touch felt just like back when you were kids – gentle, sweet and loving.
The two of you had a lot to catch up on, but as fate would have it, fate also had plans in store as you stared out towards the sunset. You both walk into a flower patch, your eyes shifting towards him to notice how his brown eyes watched your every move, but still walking silently in step with one another, savoring the sight of this wonderful moment.
His mind was swimming, filled to the brim with memories and emotion as well as a deepened admiration for the woman walking beside him. He adore everything about you: how kind you were, your beauty, everything. This reunion was something straight out of a dream.
In one smooth movement, San pulls you to his chest, catching you off guard as you're smothered in his scent of masculinity and warmth, then finally feeling his soft lips on top of your hair. "You...remember, right? The first time you kissed me?" he murmur against the crown of your head.
Slowly, you nod and let out a gentle giggle. "Of course. How could I forget? We were both sixteen...and sitting under that giant tree by your house in the moonlight," you remember, moving his palm to press it to your beating heart.
"Can we start this over?" He says, tipping your chin up gently. His eyes were locked on yours, and it took everything he had not to cry right here and now. His thumb ran circles against your lower lip, watching in amazement as they naturally opened up, as if welcoming him to have his fill of what he wants to do most. "I never stopped loving you..."
You never stopped loving him too, and you only needed a brief nod of confirmation before his other hand settled firmly on the nape of your neck, your breath hitching the very second his soft lips made contact with yours. He kissed you deep, sweet, his arms circling around your body and pressing you closer to his, desperate to be rid of the space and distance between your bodies.
"S-San..." his name escapes you as you come up for a much needed breath, gasping at the feeling of his erection poking at you through the fabrics of clothing.
The boy you used to know was no more – he had become a man now.
"Did I go too far?" His eyes were gentle, face worried, hands held up in apology. "We can stop if you're uncomfortable—"
"No...I..." your hands gripped tightly at his sides. "Let's not...stop."
"Mm..." His smile was wider than his kiss and the touch of his hand as it grabs your own and pulls you somewhere else, away from the prying eyes of other wedding-goers.
The only thing on San's mind was the urge to pick up right where the both of you left off years prior, as if nothing had changed. His lips went back to yours in an instant as you had moved indoors, towards his hotel room that was thankfully adjacent to the venue.
Your back hits a closed door behind the privacy of your surroundings and San's arm nudges the doorknob open without ever breaking contact, stumbling inside as he latches his mouth back against yours, trying to soothe the burning of the kiss you had shared together earlier.
"Do you want to continue?" He asks you, bringing your lips away from his again. Both of your breaths were harsh, but there was no other way you'd rather have it. "Tell me you want this as much as I do. As much as I've wanted...I want to love you the way I should have before we split apart."
Your arms wrap around his shoulders, pulling his mouth close to yours. "Make love to me," you plead.
It didn't take a word. The command itself was understood, and by a simple nod of his head, his lips had you. You melt at the slow strokes of his lips moving over yours, slowly kissing and tugging at the edge of your lower lip as he softly pushes you onto the bed.
His lips parted from yours momentarily, just long enough to give him a moment to look at you through half-lidded eyes and then he let out a sigh when you cupped his cheek, wanting desperately to capture your lips again.
You pull his face down, guiding it until your mouth connects with his in an affectionate kiss. Your hand slips lower to brush along his jaw, and when you reach his neck you grab the back of his shirt, leaning backward slowly, prompting him to lay his weight over you. Your mouths had moved, the soft suckling and breathing noises filled the room and as his hands groped for the zipper at the back of your dress.
Suddenly, you laugh.
"What's so funny?" He peered down at you. You grin, unable to help the peals of laughter spilling from your throat as you tap his shoulder.
"Oddest thing," your laugh turns into a smile that reaches your eyes as you gaze fondly up at his face. "Remember that you used to have a difficult time getting me out of my uniform? Always tugging on that button of my blouse, never able to do it because you were too nervous," your smile turns coy when you roll him over onto his back, and crawl on top of his form. "Too bad, I just always ended up being the one who did it for you. Must've been awkward for you when I kept taking my own clothes off, right?"
"Hey, that was your choice..." he lets out a small chuckle.
He allows you to roam his body with your touch, wondering how many lovers he might've taken since your years of absence, but deciding to push the thoughts out of your head. No matter how much time had passed or how many others San had embraced before, all of that didn't matter, you were here with him now, ready to be one with him once again.
It felt like things were moving too fast as your dress was thrown into a careless heap somewhere to the side, along with his trousers, and your upper bodies now laid bare, fully exposed to one another for the first time in years.
With a few more adjustments, it didn't take a minute, maybe even ten seconds, to line up and sink him deep, gasping and groaning softly the whole way, adjusting to the fullness of having him within you once more after so many years of waiting, yearning and hungering for each other.
San didn't move as he waited for you to adjust to his length, a deep grunt leaving his mouth the instant you wrap your arms around his head and bring your face near him to allow your lips to connect. He had craved and hungered for more of your affection all those years you've been separated and never forgotten, wanting to touch and love you more than anyone else, and you were his.
"Just give the word, baby," his lips spoke against yours, your thighs giving him a nice squeeze to spur him on as if to answer his request.
Slow and steady at the beginning, soon came with the intensity of both parties going into overdrive, hips connecting over and over to make you bounce on him, then flip you over onto your back as your head sunk into the comfort of the mattress with the springs creaking from the motion.
"I love you," he grunts. "So much. Every single day. Never stopped, not even once." His pace had gone rough and rapid.
He was pouring himself, body and soul, into you.
"Me too, San-ah," you whisper his name like it was a sacred chant, as you rode out wave after wave of euphoria, his thrusts becoming harder and deeper with every drop of your hips. "Please don't ever stop."
And he wouldn't. He wouldn't. Not ever.
You came at the same time, a rush of hot wetness in your belly that sent your legs into an uncontrollable tremble, his thrusts speeding up once he was about to burst, the erratic motions and speed soon sending you off into a climax not long after.
He collapses next to you after, watching in amazement the glow that cover your entire form, feeling nothing less than blessed in this moment. His lips met the corner of your jawline, nuzzling affectionately down the column of your neck before sighing. "Never gonna let you slip out of my hands ever again. Promise."
You gave a weak, contented laugh and pressed your lips to his before his weight settled next to you. "Guess you'll just have to show me, hm?"
summary ⋆ when money is tight and rent is short, you and your partner turn to posting adult content online.
warnings ⋆ reader has anxiety, fellatio, brief thigh riding, reader is called a cock sleeve, top!seonghwa, bottom!reader, lmk if i forgot anything
networks ⋆ @illusionnet @cromernet @pirateeznet
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When you wake the next morning, you've maybe ten views on your video. Sadness pools in your gut, but Seonghwa gives you reassuring pats on the back, reminding you these things take time and that you both won't become an overnight sensation.
It's a weird feeling; going to work and pretending that you didn't post you and Seonghwa fucking for anyone to see. You smile and greet your peers, work diligently, then come home as if it were any other day. A weird sense of glee fills you, knowing that none of them know what you're up to. Yet another feeling, that of shame, consumes you. Why did you have to sell your body to make ends meet? It follows you for a week.
After taking your shoes off and hanging your jacket up, you make your way to the kitchen island, resting your hip against the counter and aimlessly scrolling on your phone. You wait for your partner, avoiding the website and sticking to instagram and other social media to catch up with your friends.
Seonghwa arrived home shortly thereafter, wrapping you in a hug that soothes your nerves. With a kiss pressed to the crown of your head, he leaves you to freshen up and start on dinner. You mull around in your thoughts while he does so, the anxieties creeping back in. You almost don't want to check the view count, but it's been a week and you haven't brought it up to your partner at all. When he returns you ask, "have you looked at the views lately?"
He shakes his head. "Wasn't sure if you wanted to look together."
A small sigh filled with relief leaves you. He doesn't know either. Good. You can both be disappointed at the same time.
Dinner passes by quickly and you fill the air with chatter about your days and what projects you've each worked on. Friday is coming to a close with the pair of you on the couch, a random tv show playing in the background while you both sit on your phones, avoiding the elephant in the room.
"Should we check?" He fills the otherwise quiet apartment.
"I'm scared," you admit, putting your phone down to wrap your arms around yourself. His hand smoothes over your back, pulling you into his side.
"Well, we need to check eventually. We're going to put out another video, no?"
You nod quietly, letting him open the website on his phone. He's silent for a few beats before shoving the phone in your face.
"A couple hundred views! That's great!" His enthusiasm bleeds into you, a flighty feeling overcoming your senses.
Your mouth hangs out in shock before murmuring, "that's more than I ever expected."
"Let's read the comments."
You groan, "let's not."
"There's only a few. Oh, like this one: 'cute pussy'" Your face burns.
"Oh god, Seonghwa, stop it. I don't wanna hear that!"
"It's true, though," he sends a wink your way while you bury your face in your hands. "How about this: 'need to see more of those tits."
"Seonghwa!" You cry, swatting at his arm while he giggles incessantly.
"We are definitely making more content," he muses, humming as he scrolls through the site.
"Oh yea, do I have a say?" You fire half-heartedly.
"Oh my gods, of course, pretty. Do you not want to?"
His head whips towards you, hands flying up as he realizes what he said. It's your turn to break into a fit of giggles, leaning towards him to press a kiss to his lips.
"Of course we can, silly. I'm just teasing." You smile, "do you like seeing others comment those types of things?"
"No…" he begins, "I like knowing you're all mine and they can't have any of you, though."
You shake your head, patting his thigh before standing.
"Well okay, silly, I'm going to bed. Maybe we can record something tomorrow."
"How 'bout now? Maybe we could practice?"
"Seonghwa, if you touch me I'm biting you."
"Will you, please?"
"Shut the fuck up."
Saturdays are one of your favorite days. You don't have to go to work that day, and you don't have to go to work the next day. A whole day of nothing. You couldn't ask for anything better… except maybe your lover's cock shoved down your throat while we works from home. You sat so obediently between his legs, mouth closed around his half hard length while he typed away at his keyboard.
"Come on, pretty, you can take me a little deeper, can't you? I'm not even fully hard," Seonghwa encourages, pulling your jaw closer to his pelvis.
Breath pushes from your nose across his waist, goosebumps raising from the cold.
"This could be content, no? We don't always have to have sex," he says after a while. It just slips out, he didn't truly mean it, but when you suck in more of his length and bat your eyelashes at him so lovingly he scrambles to grab the camera and mask on his desk.
His half hard length begins to stiffen, filling more of you mouth and making it difficult to keep inside. You sputter a bit on his length, backing up a bit, but still suckling on the amount left inside. Gentle motions around your face secure the mask in place, your hair covering the strap that holds it to you. He then pets your hair, clicking the camera on and adjusting the angle to capture your blushing face.
"Been so good for me today, haven't you, pretty?" He muses, "keeping me warm while I work. Do you enjoy being on your knees for me?"
A whimper escapes your throat in response, sucking in more of his length but staying still, waiting for him to guide you.
"Were you planning to stay like this all day? My cock heavy in your mouth while you do nothing else? You're just like a pet, aren't you? So obedient…"
The hand that cards through your hair pulls at the back of your neck, forcing you to take in more of his length. You gag around it, eyes becoming glassy with unshed tears. Your tongue laps at the underside of his length, providing stimulation but otherwise not moving.
"You're just a cock-sleeve, aren't you?"
You've never heard him call you that before, but you can't say you're upset. You moan around his member, vibrations causing a groan to leave your lover. Seonghwa guides you through the blow job, one hand pushing and pulling at the pace he wants while he whispers dirty words into the camera that captures your face. You do nothing else but satisfy him, hands secured neatly around your legs.
"Such a good princess. You aren't even touching yourself," he praises, "what happened to my brat?"
You blink slowly at him in response. Whines erupt from your throat as he speeds up your motions, hips bucking into your mouth. You respond in tandem, allowing him to abuse your throat as he chases his climax. Small whimpers travel from his mouth straight to your cunt as it clenches around nothing. His seed pours down the back of your throat and you gulp it down eagerly, not letting any spill past your lips. When the aftershocks leave him, Seonghwa pulls open your mouth, showing the camera you swallowed it all, pressing neatly on your tongue and sliding all the way to your lips.
"Good girl."
When the camera turns off, he pulls you into his lap. You grind against his softening length, eyes pleading for some relief.
"I can't fuck you properly like this, pretty." Adjusting your potion so you sit on his thigh, he leans in, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. His tongue swipes across your bottom lip and you invite him inside your mouth. If he tastes himself, he makes no indication or noise of disgust, instead sucking on your tongue and lapping at the inside of your mouth. His hands grip your ass cheeks, dragging your cunt across his thigh to provide some relief.
"Agh, Seonghwa, fuck," you whimper into his neck, fingers clawing into his shoulders as your clit rubs against the meat of his thighs. He tenses the muscles, allowing you to set the pace as you grind against him. Pleas fall from your lips as you draw near your climax, already so worked up from before.
When you do fall apart, your lover holds you closely to him, peppering kisses along your throat, shushing the cries that spill from your lips. He wastes no time in laying you in your shared bed, pulling the covers over your sleepy figure. You watch as he retreats to the desk, opening the video you just captured. You don't remember falling asleep, but when you wake later, the room is dark. The bed is empty and cold on his side. You notice you're wearing different pajamas than the ones you fell asleep in. These ones are softer and much warmer, covering your legs and arms completely.
Noise comes from the dimly lit tv as you creep from the bedroom to the living room. He sits with his chin resting against his hand, head falling forward every couple of seconds. You stifle a giggle as you come up behind him, hands smoothing over his shoulders. He wakes with a start, turning around to see you waiting for him.
"Hi, pretty. Why'd you get out of bed?" He asks, voice gravelly and slow.
"Why aren't you in bed?" You counter.
"Touché." The tv clicks off as he stands, grabbing your hand and leading you back to the bed. "Let's just go to sleep, huh, baby?"
You both crawl under the covers, letting him pull you into his side. His breathing deepens a minute later and you sigh. How he falls asleep so easily beats you. You could never. The last thing you think of is how you hope this video does better than the last, then sleep overtakes you.
The next morning, you waste no time in pulling out your phone and checking the views on the video. There's less than a hundred, but your previous video has gained more traction. It rests just below one thousand and a giddy feeling pulls you from the bed with ease.
"Seonghwa!" You call out. "Babe, we're just under a thousand views on our first video."
His gaze follows your figure as you make your way around the counter, embracing him and burying your face in his chest.
One of his hands rests between your shoulder blades, pulling you in tighter as he takes a sip from his mug.
"See, there's nothing to worry about. We're doing a great job. You're doing a great job," he emphasizes. Butterflies erupt in your tummy, tilting your head back to peer into his eyes.
"No, you're doing a great job." You smile and he reciprocates, rubbing small circles where he holds you.
"Should we do anything today?"
"Can we just relax again?"
"You always want to 'just' relax," he replies, setting the mug against the counter. "Let's go on a date."
"With what money?"
A pregnant pause fills the room.
"We don't need to spend money to consider it a date. What if we just took a walk around the park?"
You nod, a sigh leaving your lips. "I guess you're right. Shall we go get ready?"
i'm also tagging @solarhwa because i like messing with them lol
Everyone liked to think of Seonghwa as this untouchable man who gets what he wants at just the snap of his fingers. Boys want to either be him or fight him, professors always swoon over him, and every single girl wants to sleep with him. Every single week or two weeks, there’s always a different girl on his arm. He’d use his unique charm to sneak his way into the pants of anyone that basically breathes his way. He’s got it all! The only downside to his reputation is that whenever he hangs around a girl for far too long, they start to get attached. The more they become attached, the harder it is for Seonghwa to reject him. Despite his fuckboy tendencies, he has a soft heart. He swore he could hear the vital organ chip away every time words of rejection leave his pretty mouth. Then he’d have to go through the rollercoaster of said girl spewing some bullshit about how she felt a connection and that he’d regret his decision when time passes. It was annoying as hell, but what can he do? He is the way he is and nothing could change that.
Except you.
Long story short, you definitely weren’t like the other girls and Seonghwa found that not only challenging but intriguing as well. He was so used to girls falling at his feet fast that sometimes, he would struggle to form a coherent sentence without overthinking it. In the end though, you saw his efforts and decided to give him a chance. Even though there were obstacles standing in your way (i.e. past flings for the main part), your love for him and his love for you surpassed everything.
“Darling, touch yourself for me.”
You were currently facetiming him and it was slowly inching its way towards video chat sex. He was in a dimly lit car torturing you. He said that he was on his way to see you, but being the little shit that he is, he decided to park somewhere and proceed to do this. You were taken aback by what he requested. Usually, you were a good girl and obeyed his orders. However, you also decided to be a little shit by resorting to brattiness. You sassily said no and hung up on him. The giddiness you felt took over your entire body and you knew that he’d probably take away your ability to walk if you kept this up. Determined to receive the roughest sex of your life, you quickly changed into a specific lingerie set you knew he would like.
“Well then… isn’t this quite the surprise you had in store for me.”
While you were giggling and putting on a show for him, Seonghwa was seated in your desk chair, raking over your form with glazed and lustful eyes. He bit his bottom lip and chuckled darkly once you plopped yourself down onto his lap.
“Once I’m done with you, you’ll only remember my name.”
→ Summary: Still nursing the sting of his Lupercalia heartbreak, Yeosang finds unexpected solace in you, his friend, classmate, and favorite co-conspirator. What starts as playful companionship shifts the night he helps you bind a particularly wicked hex. Something changes. Suddenly, he doesn’t view you as just a friend. And he’s done pretending otherwise.
↠ yeosang x f.reader | 4.7k words | 18+
↠ genre: warlock & witch au, friends to lovers, smut
→ Prompts: #20. "Who are the flowers for?"
→ Warnings: y/n and yeosang are getting over heartbreak, you want your ex to suffer from an evil hex (lol), explicit & unprotected sex, magical sex, aphrodisiac potion, soft sex, breast play, nipple play, breast worship, body worship, orgasm control, heightened senses, light bondage, riding/cowgirl
→ Author Note: Thank you for requesting Aeris @aeristudios! LOVEEE that you referenced Disgraceful Dreams, consider this a follow up with Yeosang’s story. If you haven’t read that fic, I def recommend doing so before reading this! This fic takes place the following spring, and y/n from DD is also named Lia in this fic to keep things less complicated. Once again, the specifics relating to Ostara are stretched to fit this fic. And a big thank you to Booki @kwanisms for beta reading this for me!As always, all likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated <3 divider credit
[ mini requests are now closed as I catch up on all the submissions ]
5 months earlier, during the Lupercalia Matching Ceremony
Yeosang steps closer to the flames that surge in the iron vessel before him, casting flickering shadows across his face while he waits. If he looks closely, shapes begin to form within the flames, dancing and twisting as though something is being forged in the heat. A sudden flare of sparks erupts from the fire—it’s ready.
With a steady hand, he pulls an envelope from the fire. The edges of the paper are still smoldering while he opens it with precision, watching as the magic ink slowly manifests on the paper, revealing a name.
A brief frown crosses his face as his mind drifts to Lia, but it vanishes just as quickly. “Polly Petrify,” he announces smoothly, his voice steady, betraying nothing as he steps back into place.
Yeosang stands frozen as his friend steps forward next for his turn. Wooyoung calls his crush's name, and that’s when his heart shatters into a million pieces.
5 months later, on the cusp of Ostara
“Want mine?” You ask, offering your lunch to your best friend. “My stomach is still hurting after drinking that potion Haechan made in Mixology today.”
You look up at Yeosang, as he hasn’t responded. Following his gaze, you see that his eyes are glued to the couple that just walked into the Grand Hall holding hands.
Wooyoung and Lia.
His eyes drop back down to his plate, “No, I’m not that hungry either.” Yeosang pushes the food around with his utensils before looking wistfully toward them again.
He sighs, dragging himself out of his daze, only to watch you leaning back with a hand pressed to your grumbling stomach. “You’ve only got yourself to blame for drinking it after watching him dump in blind worm slime. My stomach turned just from the smell. I honestly don’t know how you let that past your lips, but wouldn’t touch the birthday cake I made for you last week.”
His gaze strays again, diverting back to the couple now settling at a table.
You scrunch your nose at him. “Don’t make me hex you, Yeosang. Focus!”
His eyes flick back to you, reluctantly.
“And that cake was bubbling, ‘Sangie. Bubbling. I have some standards, sometimes I actually care what goes into this body.” You pause. “Plus, Haechan dared me. What was I supposed to do, say no?”
“Yeah, saying no is exactly what you’re supposed to do,” he mutters. “And for the record, it’s the thought that counts. No one else made you a cake, bubbling or not.”
He sighs again, this one sharper, angling his head toward a burst of laughter. “God, I wish they’d just leave already.”
You glance over your shoulder. Lia is giggling at something Wooyoung whispered in her ear, her laughter loud enough to draw glances. They’re undeniably cute together; an unlikely Lupercalia match that somehow stuck. You never would’ve imagined them together before, but somehow, it makes sense.
Your eyes drift past the couple to the table just behind them, where Minjun sits with his friends and next to his latest flame of the week.
Minjun was your boyfriend until a few months ago. He’d pleaded with you not to take part in Lupercalia, made it sound like it would break his heart if you were paired with someone else, only for you to find out later that he fully intended to participate himself. You dumped him shortly after hearing his name called at the matching ceremony.
“I wish he’d fall off the face of the earth,” you mutter, sneering as you nod in Minjun’s direction.
Yeosang follows your gaze, his expression darkening. He’s never liked Minjun. “You know…we could probably arrange that. Or something better. I happen to know a pretty impressive witch with a nasty little habit of hexing people who piss her off.”
You arch a brow, “Tempting. Want to help me tonight?”
He grins. “Give me two hours.”
Yeosang meets you at your dorm right on time. Swinging the door open, you wave him in before leading him straight to your altar, where everything is already laid out and ready.
“So,” he begins, eyeing the setup with curiosity, “What are we thinking? Temporary blindness? Toad transformation?”
You scoff. “Please. Those are baby curses.” You hand him a neatly folded slip of parchment with your freshly inked spell.
He unfolds it and reads:
With moonlight, spite, and visions red,
May foulness bloom where charm once led.
Let every taste and every smell,
Turn lovers' bliss to vile hell.
No cleansing spell, no unholy decree,
Shall lift this curse ‘till wrongs are free.
He raises a brow after finishing.
“It’s a spell that basically curses Minjin to have the worst-tasting and funky-smelling semen. The next poor soul who hooks up with him is going to have quite an interesting discovery. Word will spread like wildfire. It’s petty. It’s precise. It’s perfect!” You clasp your hands together, impressed with yourself for coming up with this wicked idea.
Yeosang gapes at you, eyes wide with delight. “This is incredible. Remind me to never cross you, like ever. How long is it supposed to last?”
“Until he properly apologizes to me and to every other girl whose heart he broke. Which could mean a while. Unless he realizes that he’s been hexed and does a removal spell. Hey, want me to write up a hex for Wooyoung while we’re at it?”
Yeosang huffs, debating it. “No,” he starts once he’s finally decided. “He’s my friend. He didn’t know I had a crush on Lia, or if he did, he didn’t know it was that serious. I’m happy for them. I just gotta get over it.” He finishes, handing your spell back to you.
“Whatever you say.” You take it from him and place it next to the candles on the altar.
To prepare for the spell, you rub oil over each candle, then roll them gently through a shallow dish of crushed, dried flower petals. “This is the last of my flowers,” you sigh, brushing some dust off your fingers. “I hope the fields bloom soon. I’ll have to forage for more before any future spellwork.”
“Good thing spring is just around the corner,” Yeosang points out.
“True,” you murmur, passing him one of the covered candles. “Hold it steady,” you murmur, grabbing the bundle of thorn-vines you’d gathered shortly after. The vines are thin but stubborn, coiled like they still remember how to climb.
Working carefully, you begin wrapping the vine around the candle, starting from the base. The thorns scratch at the wax, digging in just enough to hold. Yeosang follows your lead, his brow furrowed in concentration as he mimics your movements.
“Think he’ll feel it?” he asks out of curiosity.
“Down there, probably not. In his heart, and where it counts? Absolutely,” you say with a devilish smile. That same smile is quickly wiped away as a thorn slips under your nail as you tighten the last loop.
You wince. “Ouch.” A sharp sting shoots through your finger, and you lift it instinctively to your mouth, lips wrapping around the wound to suck the blood away.
Yeosang glances up. His eyes catch sight, and he falters for a second, eyes fixed on the way your lips close around your finger. He blinks it off a moment later, wondering what just came over him.
“Um,” he clears his throat, “Here.” He hands you his finished candle, and you place it carefully on your silver tray next to the others, all spaced with intention. Then, with a shared breath, you and Yeosang recite the spell together, your voices merging as one.
Magic flickers through your fingertips, and all three wicks ignite at once.
You sit back, satisfied. “And now we wait.”
“Wait for what?” he asks.
“Until they melt and burn out. That’s when the hex seals.”
Yeosang's eyes follow the very small trail of melting wax; it’s gonna be a while before that happens. At least he has an idea of what could pass the time.
“Want a palm reading while we wait?” he asks, already scooting a bit closer. “I need the practice before midterms.”
You stretch your hand toward him. “Sure. Maybe you can tell me when I’m finally going to date someone who treats me more than a doormat.”
He takes your hand in his and is surprisingly gentle. His fingers are warm, a little calloused from herb work, and they linger just a second longer than necessary as he turns your palm upright.
“Let’s see…” His brows furrow in exaggerated seriousness as he traces a finger lightly along the lines of your hand. “Your heart line is dramatic as hell. That checks out.”
You snort. “Careful, ‘Sangie. I’ll hex your lips shut.”
He chuckles under his breath. “Okay, okay. Focus.” His gaze softens a bit as he studies your palm more closely. “You’ve had your heart broken…but who hasn’t?”
You hum in agreement, watching him study your hand.
He continues, fingertips lightly skimming the skin of your palm. “You’re guarded, but loyal. You give second chances when you know you probably shouldn’t. And you hide how much you want to be chosen first.”
That one lands a little too close. You blink, shifting slightly. “Is that the palm talking, or you?”
“Little of both,” he says, his voice lower now.
You look away, suddenly more aware of how close he is. “Alright, oracle. So what’s next for me, romantically speaking?”
Yeosang’s eyes flash back to your palm, then to your face. “You’ll meet your next love interest…” He pauses, lips twitching with something unreadable. “Sooner than you think.”
Your heart stutters. “Vague much?”
“Timing’s tricky,” he shrugs while still holding your hand, not ready to let it go. “But you’ll know soon enough.”
By the following afternoon, the factual rumors about Minjun are already spreading through campus like wildfire. The spell worked just as planned. Humored whispers of something about a gagging girl running from his room and a smell that won’t wash off.
It also happens to be the last day before the Ostara break, which doesn’t help everyone’s lack of attention in classes today. Much like the mortals’ spring vacation, The Onyx Academy of Dark Casting closes its doors for a week of rest, renewal, and magic steeped in celebration.
Ostara is one of the oldest witch holidays, honoring the equilibrium between light and dark, day and night, life and death. It's a sacred time that’s fertile with possibility, chaos, and charm. Witches and warlocks mark the equinox with personal rituals to honor the Goddess Ostara, each one a little different.
Altars bloom with daffodils and tulips, wrapped in pastel silks and dotted with dyed eggs, polished seeds, and hand-woven nests. Some will spend the week in nature, barefoot in enchanted meadows, while others prefer city rooftop circles lit by candlelight and wine.
Yeosang hasn’t decided how, or if he’ll celebrate. With exams looming and graduation not far off, he’s opted to stay behind on campus to get ahead on his studies.
But right now in his Advanced Warding, Binding, & Banishing lecture, he’s struggling to focus on anything but you.
You’re sitting a few rows ahead, leaning in close to one of your girlfriends, whispering something that makes you both break into laughter. There’s a lightness to you today, a glow he hasn’t seen in weeks. You're wearing pastel purple eyeshadow dusted across your lids and your curly hair down instead of twisted up into your usual two buns.
Yeosang watches you like someone under a spell. You’re vibrant and gentle in all the ways he thinks real magic should be. He’s known you long enough to recognize when you’re carrying pain, as you had been for the last couple of months, but today you’re just you. And he adores you like this.
And possibly, he's beginning to realize it’s not the shared spellwork or the familiarity that’s drawn him to you all along. It’s the way you bloom.
He spends the entire lecture in a daze, barely absorbing a word the professor says. His notes are a mess of half-finished glyphs, broken sigils, and the occasional doodle that might’ve been your initials disguised in runes. His mind is obviously elsewhere. On you.
By the time he gets back to his dorm and dumps his satchel on the floor, he realizes something. Something that he’s been ignoring, which has finally clawed its way to the surface.
He sits on the edge of his bed, staring at the ceiling, and thinks about the way he’s feeling. Sure, you’ve been friends for two years now. Occasional study partners. You’ve shared snacks and secrets, staying up all night for last-minute cramming sessions. Through breakups, and even worse, group projects, you’ve been by each other's side. And yeah, you're both top students, competitive as hell, and he’s always had this unspoken respect for you. A kind of platonic loyalty.
Or at least…that’s what he thought it was.
His thoughts spiral further as he thinks about the way you smiled today, glowing like spring.
About the soft, surprised sound you made when you pricked your finger. It was just a tiny hiss of pain, and then quickly it turned into something else when you wrapped your mouth around it. That image plays in his mind again. And again. And again.
He wonders how your fingers would feel trailing across his skin in more than just a friendly way. How they’d feel scratching down his chest. And tightly wrapped around him. He shifts on the bed, jaw tight. Every imagined version of you is clearer now. What you might taste like. The heat of your breath. The noises you’d make when he finally touches you the way he wants to, needs to–
Fuck.
Yeosang exhales hard, running a hand through his hair. This isn't just a passing thought, nor does it have anything to do with platonic feelings. This is a floodgate broken open, and he’s not sure he can close it again.
Not that he wants to…
Restless, he slips out of his dorm just as the sky turns twilight. The halls are quiet, and the fading light outside is soft, almost dreamlike. He tells himself he just needs air, maybe a walk to clear his head will help him shake off the thoughts that have been plaguing him since class ended.
But as he moves through the outer gardens, something catches his eye.
Flowers.
Tiny, tender blooms are pushing through the thawing earth. It’s too early for most species, but here they are. Daffodils, violets, snowdrops. All delicate and defiant, just like you.
He crouches down, running a gentle hand over a cluster of them. It’s like the universe was listening closely to your conversation yesterday. This is definitely a sign. Yeosang starts to gather a handful. He’s careful not to smush them, being as gentle as he can be.
Good. Now he has an excuse to see you.
By the time he knocks on your dorm door, his heart is racing like he’s under some type of spell.
You open it, surprised to see him. “Yeosang?”
“Hey,” he mumbles, nervously twisting the small bouquet in his hands.
Your eyes are drawn to the movement. “Who are the flowers for?” you ask with a knowing smile.
“For you. Well-uh-for your altar,” he says quickly, the words tumbling over each other. “Since it’s almost Ostara. I…I found them blooming. And I remembered you ran out yesterday.”
Your smile grows bigger reading his nervous energy.
“They’re not dead yet,” he adds, then immediately winces, willing himself to shut up. But he can’t stop. “They will be. Dead. Or–dying. You know, soon. Since I picked them. For your spellwork. Because that’s what you need. Dead flowers. Eventually.”
You squint at him, clearly amused. “Are you feeling alright?”
Goddamn it, Yeosang, pull it together.
“I don’t know,” he says with an exhale. “Got anything up your sleeve that’ll help me stop sounding like a complete idiot?”
You raise a brow, lips curling as your thoughts start to wander. Is he flirting? Is this what flirting looks like on him?
Either way…you’ve got just the potion for that.
You crack your door open a little wider, stepping aside with a smirk. “Get in here before you embarrass yourself any further,” you tease.
Yeosang squints at you, half-offended, half-pleased. But he walks in anyway, setting the flowers down on the closest surface.
While he lingers, you move to your potion shelf, eyes scanning your carefully labeled bottles. You're not looking for something innocent, no sleepy teas or clarity tonics tonight.
“Ahh,” you murmur, fingers curling around a sleek violet glass bottle. “There you are.”
You hold it up to the light. Inside, the liquid shimmers like starlight and ink, the surface swirling even when still.
“You’re not about to poison me, right?” Yeosang asks, eyeing it warily but not backing away.
You glance at him over your shoulder. “Not unless you give me a reason.”
“What is it?” he asks, peering at the strange liquid.
“It’ll take the edge off,” you say nonchalantly. “Make you a little less nervous.”
He doesn't move, not sure if he’s convinced just yet.
You sigh, holding the bottle up between you. “It’s called Siren Serum.” His eyes narrow slightly, but you continue before he can ask what it does. “It boosts confidence, sharpens the senses, and opens a mental link. No room for mixed signals. No miscommunication for what’s about to happen.”
You take a swig before extending the bottle toward him.
He hesitates. “And what exactly is about to happen?”
You smile sinfully, “Drink it and find out.”
You watch as Yeosang lifts the bottle to his lips, taking a slow sip. The shimmering liquid glides down his throat like silk, and you can already see the change taking place in his demeanor. The subtle drop of his shoulders, the way his pupils dilate just slightly, the jumbled-up words that are beginning to flow over from the shared mental link.
He hands the bottle back, and your fingers brush. The moment lingers between you like the universe is holding its breath, waiting to see who will be bold enough to cross the line from friends to something far less safe.
Setting the bottle aside, you take a step closer to him. Then, your lips meet his.
He stiffens at first, startled, but it only takes a second before he’s sinking into you. His arms slide around your waist, pulling you flush against him like he’s been waiting for this for far too long.
Finally.
The word, his word, echoes into your mind and it’s all the confirmation you need. Your hands weave up into his hair, curling at the nape of his neck as you dig in deeper. His lips part willingly beneath yours, using his tongue to explore your mouth.
A soft moan rumbles in his throat, and you feel it vibrating in his chest. Not just the sound, but the feeling behind it. Desire, surprise, heat, need.
It surges through the connection, through the kiss, and into your core.
Yeosang’s hand slips beneath the hem of your shirt, his knuckles grazing your bare skin. He breaks the kiss just long enough to tug the fabric over your head and toss it aside, his eyes darkening as they take you in.
His hands return to you instantly; they roam your back, mapping the curve of your waist, gripping your hips. Then they trail upward until they find your chest. He cups your breast through the thin fabric of your bra, thumb brushing over the peak as he watches your face.
More.
The word pulses in his mind, as clear and urgent as if you’d spoken it aloud. You feel it thrum through him, his body already answering.
He closes the space again, kissing your cheek, then your jaw, trailing kisses down your neck. You tilt your head, offering him more, and he accepts like a man starving.
He licks and nips his way down the slope of your breasts, pausing in the valley between them. A low hum vibrates from his chest as he breathes you in.
Yeosang snaps his fingers, and your bra disappears, along with the rest of your clothes.
You blink, caught off guard by his magic. “That’s not fair,” you say, frowning. But any complaint dies on your lips the moment his mouth closes over your nipple. The soft drag of his tongue and his warmth make you moan out, “Oh, god.”
“Not god,” he grins, “Just your ‘Sangie.” He suckles gently, then with more pressure, his hands steady on your waist as your body arches toward him.
He pulls back just enough to let his teeth graze the hardened nub before shifting to the other breast. This time he teases it with a flick of his tongue, then twists delicately with his lips and teeth, while his free hand massages the one he left behind.
Every nerve feels lit from within. You can sense not just the pleasure, but the intent behind it—how much he’s feeling you, not just physically, but through the bond.
So perfect.
When he finally releases you from his mouth, your skin feels chilled from his touch. Without breaking eye contact, he lifts one hand and makes a small flick of his fingers.
One of the flowers he picked earlier lifts gently from where it rests nearby, floating through the air as if enchanted and lands delicately in his palm.
He brings it to your chest, trailing the soft petals along the curve of your breast. You shiver as he brushes it slowly around the tender skin, circling closer and closer until it grazes your nipple, already hardened from his mouth, now teased by the gentle tickle of velvet petals.
He watches your reaction like he’s studying magic in motion.
“You always were the most beautiful flower I've ever seen,” he murmurs, the thought blooming in your mind even before the words reach your ears.
The flower continues its path down your ribs, past your stomach, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake until it hovers just above your core.
He pulls the flower back and lifts it to his nose, inhaling slowly. A sly glint flickers in his eyes as he exhales. “I’m willing to bet your petals are sweeter,” he murmurs, voice thick with desire. “Now go get on the bed and spread your legs for me, let me see what I’ve been missing. What I’ve been dreaming about.”
A fresh flush creeps over your skin, and heat pools low in your belly. Your legs feel shaky beneath you, but you obey, crossing the room with slow steps. You can feel his gaze, it’s heavy and possessive, dragging over your naked form as you climb onto the bed.
You glance back at him as you lie on your back and part your thighs, opening yourself up under the soft light.
His thoughts roll through your mind, unfiltered.
Fuck…soaked already…need you…you’re mine.
Your breath hitches. You feel through the bond how hard he is, how badly he wants you. It pulses in your head like a second heartbeat, syncing with your own.
He raises his hand again and snaps his fingers. In an instant, his clothes vanish, magic shedding them like whispers.
Your eyes widen the moment you see him fully, his tall, lean frame striding toward you, every line of him taut with want. His cock bobs with each step, thick, flushed, and already leaking at the tip.
You swallow hard, body instinctively arching in anticipation as he approaches. He hovers over you, his breath ghosting across your lips, eyes locked on yours.
He doesn’t speak aloud, but you hear the question through the bond, clear as day.
Are you sure?
You answer instantly.
Yes.
That’s all he needs to hear. With a ragged breath, Yeosang positions himself and begins to sink into your waiting heat. The stretch steals the air from your lungs, your walls clenching tight around him, pulling him in like he belongs there.
Because he does.
He groans as his hands grip your hips when he bottoms out.
The perfect fit.
He stills inside you, chest heaving as he fights the primal urge to drive into you hard and fast. Not yet. Not this time. Right now, he’s too undone by how impossibly good you feel wrapped around him. It’s overwhelming. Like the universe crafted you specifically for him.
He leans his forehead against yours, grounding himself while savoring every quiver, every flutter of your walls around him.
Next time, he thinks, teeth sinking into his bottom lip to hold himself back. Next time, I’ll ruin you.
But for now, he just wants to worship the way you deserve. His hips begin to move in a slow, sensual rhythm. Like every stroke is a spell crafted just for you.
Your nails dig into his back, every nerve lit up, your mind nearly blank with how perfectly he fills you.
It’s maddening, the way he takes his time. Every drag of his cock inside you feels divinely unholy, causing a delicious ache to swell in your core. Tension tightening, cresting–
Faster. Please. More.
The words pulse through the bond, desperately. But he doesn’t give in. “Not yet, petal,” he murmurs against your throat.
You gasp, trembling as he slows his thrusts to drag out every second, making you feel every inch, every pulse of him inside you.
He kisses down your collarbone, across the swell of your breast, lips and teeth teasing your skin while your body screams for more.
“I’m not done worshiping you,” he growls, “You deserve to be fucked in silk sheets, under moonlight, in every way you’ve ever dreamed of.”
And gods, he means it. You can feel it. Not just in his words, but in the weight of his love, his obsession, his unrelenting devotion as he rocks into you, over and over.
Your moans echo into the night air like a sacred chant. It’s too much, and not nearly enough at the same time. Every thrust pushes you closer to the edge, but the ache still burns and you’re greedy for more.
With a sharp inhale, you summon the strength of your whole body, along with the help of your magic, and a surge of raw magic, to flip Yeosang onto his back. He grunts in surprise, but the look in his eyes is nothing but dark, delicious approval.
With a flick of your fingers, glowing threads of magic coil around his wrists and pin them to each side of your iron headboard. He tugs against the invisible bindings, testing them, but doesn’t fight them.
You climb over him, straddling his hips with a teasing look. His chest rises and falls as he looks up at you like you’re a goddess. Once you sink down onto him, his head falls back with a groan, his body twitching beneath yours.
So good, his thoughts whisper through the bond, shaky and open. So close. Don’t stop. Please—don’t stop.
You move with purpose, hips rolling and rocking as you chase the high that’s threatening to consume you both. Every inch of him fills you perfectly, dragging over all the places that make you see stars.
“Bloom for me, baby,” he groans, his voice wrecked.
And gods, you do.
Your magic pulses out of you like a heatwave, body trembling as you ride him harder, chasing that exquisite edge. The bond flares white-hot between you, thoughts tangled, hearts racing, bodies in perfect, frantic harmony as your releases weave together.
Your bodies are one, moving perfectly in sync until there's no telling where you end and Yeosang begins. The world around you blurs; nothing exists but the rhythm of your breath and the heat of his skin.
Your trembling body collapses against his chest, every muscle singing with satisfaction, every nerve still buzzing.
Sighing softly, you murmur a soft incantation against his collarbone, your breath warm on his skin. The magical threads vanish with a glimmer, releasing his arms. They instantly wrap tightly around you, holding you like he never wants to let go.
And in the haven of his arms, wrapped in the scent of sweat and spring flowers, you feel safe. Wanted. Loved. Home.
"You're beautiful no matter what. With or without makeup. Scars or no scars. Breakouts or no breakouts. You’re still beautiful.”
pairing » ateez jeong yunho x fem!reader
trope/au » established relationship au, non-idol au
genre » very very super fluffy, hurt/comfort, gentle and caring boyfriend yunho
word count; estimated reading time » 1176; ~4 mins
warnings (lmk if i missed anything!) » pet names (bubs), insecurities about skin/having breakouts, reader implied to be physically smaller than reader
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You were definitely one of the luckier girls, especially during puberty and body changes. Maybe it's your genetics? Age? Or maybe it's your lifestyle factor too. On rare, special occasions, you would apply the thinnest layer of makeup. Even though you were interested in the art, you could never fully commit to waking up earlier to put it on. All in all, you kept your face free from any products as much as possible.
All your friends absolutely supported your no-makeup choice, as they believed that your skin didn't need to be exposed to unnecessary chemicals. Your clear, smooth skin, even through all the oily food, questionable sleep schedule and changing weather, is something that they've always wished for. They've always asked about your routine, but you weren't lying when you told them it's all soap and water at the very best.
Of course, occasional pimples and acne would still surface itself on your skin. Each time it does, you vowed to start researching and implementing skincare to your day. But each time it disappears, and the drive to prevent more breakout is pushed to the back of your mind.
Oh, how you wish you had researched earlier. How you wish you had acted as soon as the first pimple came to light. How you wish you would stop looking at yourself in the mirror and pick at the scars, just like what you're doing now.
Tears welled in your eyes, frustrated at the new, dissatisfying experience. You wanted to hide your face behind your palms as you wept alone in the bathroom, but you knew better than to have your dirty hands all over your inflamed skin. Sound asleep in the connecting bathroom, you hope that Yunho's light snores will drown your sobs. You rip a square of toilet paper, dab it lightly on the bottom of your eyelids, and you sniffle as quietly as possible so as not to wake Yunho up.
You exhale heavily, lower lip jutting at the face reflected in the mirror. The scars litter your forehead, cheeks and chin. You remember how taking photos used to be a joy, especially when Yunho was with you. Your loving boyfriend loves to take pictures of you too in all sorts of angles and poses. He would direct you and would lie on the floor even if it meant dirtying his clothes; gonna have to thank Wooyoung for those photography lessons. For any single outing, there would be hundreds of shots as Yunho hypes you up despite looks from passersby.
Can you blame him though? You are the most beautiful girl he's ever met, and you're his girl.
You're sure that Yunho has caught on to your refusals to take photos, claiming that you're not feeling good to be in front of the lens. While it's true, the reuse of the same excuse has been met with your boyfriend's raised eyebrows and downturned lip. Each crease line grows with his concern, but the kiss you leave on his lips would change the subject. It's only a temporary reassurance for the man, but he promises that he'll get to the bottom of it soon.
The time to 'get to the bottom of it' is tonight, when the clock just passed midnight. Yunho adjusts his sleeping position, his arm automatically reaching over to your side of the bed, only to be met with cold fabric. He groans, muttering your name numerous times with no response from you. An eye opens, squinting at the slightly ajar bathroom door. Blinking his tiredness away and ditching the weighted blanket, Yunho stumbles to the light source.
Steps away from the connected room, the first thing he hears is the occasional running water from the tap and broken sobs. It alarms him and knocks any sleepiness from his system.
"Bubs," Yunho's deep voice has you jumping, a hand over your chest. He apologises, trudging towards you with wide arms as his eyes adjust to the light above. "What are you doing up? Is everything okay?"
You turn away from him, busying your hands with soap and water, the very two that used to be enough for you. Still, you manage a nod with a broken hum. Amidst your shock and panic, you didn't realise that you left his arms open without you. Yunho's arms slowly return to his side, taking his place behind you. Strong arms wrap around your waist, Yunho resting his chin at the top of your head.
"Your eyes are red, bubs." You knew that his words meant more than pointing out the obvious. "I'm worried. Why are you crying alone, hm? You could've woken me up if something was wrong."
"No, nothing is wrong." Your head hangs low, biting your lips in anxiety as Yunho grumbles at your blatant lie. "Let's go back to be-"
You gasp sharply when Yunho spins you around and pulls you up to sit you at the counter. He traps your body with his arms beside your thighs. The height difference is accommodated when he steps back only to lean to have a better look at your tear-streaked face. He didn't let you turn away anymore, pressing his lips against yours.
His lips gently convey all his feelings for you, pulling away for a breath and sweet nothings. A teardrop lands on his cheek from you, but he doesn't mind at all. He keeps you grounded with his passionate kiss and words. It's only when Yunho pulls away to connect his forehead to yours that you decide to come clean to him.
"I've been insecure because of my breakouts." Yunho nods, a sign for you to continue as he listens. "That's why I haven't been taking a lot of pictures. I just feel so ugly, and my self-confidence has dro-"
"Beautiful." He pulls away to look into your glimmering orbs. "You're beautiful no matter what. With or without makeup. Scars or no scars. Breakouts or no breakouts. You’re still beautiful.” He feels your body start to relax. “You're still my beautiful girl."
Yunho cradles your jawline the second after. Just like he did to your lips, he presses fluttering kisses throughout your face. He actively avoided your pimples to avoid infections, but if it wasn't for that, he would have kissed every inch of your face. He wouldn't leave a single bit left untouched and unknown to his lips.
Yunho hushes you calmly and soothingly. His index finger playfully taps the tip of your nose. He would give you funny faces. All to make his girl laugh. When he hears his favourite sound in the whole world, he opens his arms once more. This time, you reciprocate, diving immediately to his frame.
"I love you," you whisper to his ear.
"I love you more."
Yunho spends the rest of the night kissing your face in bed, patting your head and playing with your hair. His gestures drift you off slowly and surely. With your light snores and dried tears, Yunho joins you in dreamland, satisfied with your warmth by his side.
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Who: OT8 Ateez x gn!reader (with mentions of Mingi [Ateez] & Jongho [Ateez] x reader) {featuring DPR Ian as MITO the bounty hunter}
Genres/au: Fluff with some angst/Halateez AU
WC: 2,321 words
Summary: The time has come for the rebellion! Well... it's moreso a rescue and recovery mission for this group of bandits. Either way, will you succeed or will all your hard work go in vain? Based loosely off the song Breakin' The Bank by Lucky Daye
“He looks busted.” Hongjoong said and Seonghwa nodded in agreement with him.
“Can you blame him? He’s probably been through hell and back when Sopro corrupted him.” Yeosang argued gently.
“Speaking of which, what’s going to happen if we rescue Y/N’s… ex-husband from Sopro? Like where will we go from there?” San asked.
“I’ll take care of Sopro.” Wooyoung volunteered.
A mini argument soon broke out between San and Wooyoung and Yeosang was trying hard to resolve the issue. The last thing they needed was a petty fight ruining their plans. Matz had to step in while that was happening. In another corner of the ship, you were fighting for your life. Even though Jongho, your boyfriend, made it abundantly clear that you were taken, he was allowing Mingi to flirt with you and make you feel all flustered and whatnot. Perhaps there was some agreement they made while you were chatting with Yunho. Or perhaps it was something else. Either way, you were trying so hard not to melt from the breathy and deep voices going back and forth as the two men flirted with you.
“Look at Y/N, Jjong. So cute when they’re squirming like that. Are you that flustered just by my voice alone, baby?” Mingi practically purred in your ear.
“I agree. And trust me, Mingi. Once you get your hands on Y/N behind closed doors, they’ll certainly be done for.” Jongho chuckled smoothly as he leaned in closer to you.
“Can you two leave me alone?!” You fought back meekly. Truth be told, you were living for the fact that two hot men such as your current boyfriend and the best friend of your ex were making you feel this way. You just didn’t want to give them the satisfaction that they were getting to you.
“Wow. I didn’t think those two would work together to be such menaces towards Y/N. Should I do something about it?” MITO stated in a half amused & half concerned voice. Yunho, who was watching the ordeal unfold with 100% amusement, shook his head.
“Nah. She’ll be alright. Help me break up the fight between San and Wooyoung.”
MITO nodded and walked with Yunho towards the duo that were split apart by the other three men. Yunho threw Wooyoung over his shoulder while MITO blocked San’s view so the mountain of a man wouldn’t be able to see him anymore. Matz and Yeosang sighed out of relief and looked at each other.
“I’d give it at least three hours tops before Wooyoung comes crawling to San, apologizing about this whole mess.” Hongjoong wagered.
“Three hours? More like three minutes. Three seconds is pushing it so I’ll stick with minutes.” Seonghwa countered.
“I also say three hours, but knowing Wooyoung and his petty hater nature, San will be the one crawling to him and apologizing for this whole mess.” Yeosang proposed and both men nodded before shaking each other’s hands and giggling to themselves.
“I’M FREE!”
Matz and Yeosang heard you shout as they saw you bolting towards them. You hid behind Hongjoong specifically since you knew that he’d help you out due to his captain status. Mingi and Jongho casually strolled up to the trio and raised an eyebrow at you poorly attempting to shield yourself from them. Hongjoong looked back and forth between you guys and an evil idea popped in his head.
“Gentlemen! Are you looking for Y/N? If so, here you go.”
Hongjoong pulled you out of your hiding spot and gently shoved you towards them. Jongho wrapped his strong arms around your waist while Mingi chuckled deeply. Seonghwa and Yeosang felt bad for you since they knew how these two could get yet at the same time, they couldn’t help but be amused by this whole situation.
“How long until we reach that abandoned bank, captain?”
“I’d say about 30 minutes, but we’re not in a rush. I felt like taking the scenic route today.”
“Y’ALL ARE SAILING IN THE SKY!”
Hongjoong pretended to ignore your protest and giggled quietly to himself as Mingi nodded in acknowledgement of this information given to him.
“Ok that’s good. We aren’t done with Y/N yet, but if you do need them, you know where to find us.”
“Noted. Have fun, you two~”
“SEE THIS IS WHY YOU BUILT LIKE A MINION, YOU BACKSTABBER!”
MITO, Seonghwa, Yunho, and Yeosang busted out laughing while Hongjoong’s face grew red in embarrassment by your comment. You were soon dragged away by Mingi and Jongho and you would remain with them until you guys reached your destination.
“Oh come on, honey! Surely you can’t give me the silent treatment forever, right?”
“You know we make you feel good, babe.”
You grumbled in annoyance as Jongho laughed at your current form. Even though he was behind you, he knew you were crossing your arms and frowning slightly from the never-ending teasing they delivered unto you. When he heard you huff out in slight anger, that’s when he knew it was enough. Jongho sighed and approached you slowly, wrapping his arms around your waist once more and placing his chin atop your head. You relaxed under his touch yet you remained on guard. Jongho kissed your temple and lowered his head to talk quietly into your ear.
“Ok look. I’m sorry, honey. I didn’t think you’d be this annoyed. We’ll stop, alright? I don’t want the love of my life to be angry with me forever. I already had to live through that once. I don’t want to experience that ever again.”
You softened up upon hearing Jongho’s sincerity and you angled your head so you could kiss his cheek. Mingi watched you two and found the sight endearing. He grabbed your hand gingerly and kissed the back of it.
“I agree with Jjong here. We kind of took it too far so we’ll stop for now. We good now, mami?”
Out of all the petnames you’ve heard, this one took you by surprise. Mix the pet name with his soft baritone voice and you found yourself a whole new type of flustered. Not trusting your voice, you simply nodded and Mingi smiled softly before leaning in to kiss your cheek.
“L-Let’s just proceed with the rescue.” You murmured quietly and both men nodded before the three of you caught up with the rest of the group. You looked up at the entrance of the abandoned bank and sighed to yourself. If your ex-husband was truly trapped inside there, you would try your mightiest to make sure he is rescued and out of there safe and sound. Even though you no longer felt the love you once had for him, you still cared for him as a friend.
“SO NO ONE CARED TO WARN ME ABOUT THESE BIG… THINGS CHASING US?!”
All eight pirates and MITO shouted their apologies as the 10 of you sprinted for your lives. The rescue mission was a success and the recovery of the red Sopro jewel was also a success. However, none of you were aware that by robbing both things, it would trigger an alarm. To be fair, Hongjoong had the blueprint of the building’s schematics in hand and Yeosang confirmed that there was nothing worth hacking so all of you assumed it would be easy. Looks like this Z guy was smarter than you made him out to be based on what you’ve been told by the pirate kings.
“LOOK OUT!”
Alongside the android guardians (that’s what the huge white manly lookly humanoids with silver spiked chain masks were called) chasing you down, falling debris was another obstacle amongst all of you. You were impressed by everyone’s agility, especially since one of the pirates had to carry your unconscious ex-husband in his arms.
Spoiler alert: It was Mingi carrying him.
You saw the faint outline of the ship coming into view and temporary relief washed over you. This gives you more adrenaline and energy to run even faster. As you neared the ship, you saw Seonghwa reach into his pocket and extend his arm to press a button on a black fob with an A on the back of it. The ship came to life and the ramp descended so you could climb aboard. As soon as all 11 of you hit the deck, the ramp disappeared and it ascended into the sky quickly. Below you, you heard the distorted and robotic voices of the android guardians admitting defeat.
“He’s waking up!”
“Give him some space!”
The eight pirates backed up, leaving only you and MITO to tend to Dabin. He didn’t have the black veins like in the simulation, but he looked paler in real life. There were no visible injuries on him, but the sight of the half moons under his eyes tore your heart into two.
How long was Sopro torturing him like this?
“Dabin? Hey. It’s me. Y/N.”
When he heard your soft voice for what seems like the first time in forever, he lunged forward and crushed you in a hug, sobs racking his entire body as he held onto you for dear life. While the rest of the pirates sympathized with him, Mingi and Jongho looked at the exchange with one question on their mind.
How will Y/N break the news of the divorce to Dabin?
You helped Dabin stand up and let him take a minute to breathe in some fresh air before introducing him to his saviours one by one. You saved Mingi and Jongho for last knowing that you had some explaining to do. Deep down, you prayed he understood. When the crew dispersed to busy themselves with whatever tasks were available, you took this opportunity to take Dabin and Jongho into a separate room so you could break down everything that happened. Mingi wanted to go with you, but he decided against it since he didn’t want to overwhelm his cousin.
“Dabin, what I’m about to tell you is going to be bizarre. Please bear with me.”
That’s how it was for the next few minutes or so. Suddenly, Dabin spoke up.
“I should be mad, but… I can’t find it in myself to do so. I guess I feel more… guilty in a sense. I disappeared on you for a while, he swoops in, you two fall in love, and the next time you see me, I’m this gross monster that you’ve probably seen from Outlast or Until Dawn or something.”
Despite the grim setting of the situation the three of you are in, you giggled lightly at Dabin’s comedic timing. He knew just the right thing to say in order to bring some light to this situation. Jongho couldn’t help but laugh in disbelief. He was expecting only one outcome of this whole discussion.
He was definitely not expecting this.
“All I can say is… I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I left you alone all this time and with an assumption I never wanted ingrained in your brain. You know me, Y/N. I’m loyal until I truly fall out of love. To be honest, I’m still in love with you.”
Both you and Jongho expected that.
“However, I can see it in your eyes, Y/N. You care for me, but you love him. And I’m not going to be that dude that keeps his partner away from someone they love just to satiate my happiness. Will it hurt seeing my… I guess ex-wife with another man? Yeah. But is letting you go worth seeing the bright smile on your face? Yes. Absolutely.”
Your eyes welled up with tears upon hearing the touching words Dabin spoke out of his heart of gold. You hoped that one day, someone will be able to return that same love to him. You surged forward and hugged Dabin tightly. Dabin returned your embrace equally as tight before letting go. He turned to Jongho and grinned.
“I’ll spare you that stupid lecture since I know for a fact that you’ll take care of Y/N well. However, I will say this. If you do mess up, I won’t hesitate to swoop in and take her back.”
Jongho respected how forward Dabin is and he took this as a challenge to always make sure that you are happy and loved. They shook hands firmly before letting go. A knock on the door sounded and all of you turned to see Wooyoung’s head pop in.
“We’re almost at Dabin’s place. Have you said your final goodbyes?”
The three of you nodded.
“Great! Grab something to eat in the meantime so you won’t feel hungry by the time we land.”
Linking arms with your ex-husband and your boyfriend, the three of you went into the galley to feast on some of Wooyoung’s finest dishes.
You nodded firmly as you approached the entrance to Dabin’s house. He decided that for the time being, he’ll stay with his parents while you sail with the pirate kings. He was worried that this intense pirate life would be too much for you, but you insisted that you’ll be ok. He hugged you one last time before watching you walk back to the ship. As it ascended into the sky, he waved goodbye before heading inside his house. Aboard the deck, you were looking out into the distance, caged in between Jongho’s arms. Your hand was holding Mingi’s hand and you sighed in content.
“Thank you for joining our cause, honey.” Jongho said to you softly and gratefully.
“You’ll make a great addition to our team, babe. Trust me.” Mingi added.
“Your mission is something I now take to heart.” You stated to both of them as you looked at the clouds soaring above you.
summary: when you come into his shop to get your boyfriend's car fixed, yunho can help but wonder what a hardworking, pretty girl like you is doing with someone so...pathetic. and maybe, just maybe, he feels like he could treat you better.
pairing: cowboy mechanic!yunho x female!reader
genre: non-idol au | strangers to lovers | angst | fluff (no smut yet, but there will be eventually)
rating: pg-13 (18+ for the whole series bc there will be smut eventually)
word count: 5.5k
content/warnings: pet names (sweetheart, doll, babydoll)
notes: so this took me four months 😭 but i finally finished her! the next part will be the last part (which is honestly so sad to me 😔), but if you want to keep up with the story! there will be a spinoff for mingi 💗
and thank you so so much to @coffee-addict-kitten @skzdust and @desirehorizon for beta reading this part. truly the first draft of this was so ugly, and their help was vital to this just being a well-written story 💗
Yeosang was gonna kill Wooyoung tomorrow morning. There was no doubt in his mind. In fact, if he wasn’t ogling his boyfriend's arms as he carried the man, he probably would have done it now. Getting tipsy was one thing, but Wooyoung was so drunk off his ass that San practically carried him to the car.
“Can you at least buckle yourself?” San grumbled as he slid the drunk sack of potatoes that was Wooyoung into the back seat.
Wooyoung drunkenly grumbled something that Yeosang couldn’t quite make out before the door was slammed in his face.
San groaned and stretched his back before turning to pull Yeosang into his arms, causing his grumpy demeanor to break just a little as he melted into the large chest of his boyfriend.
“You okay?” San muttered into his hair, “You seemed kinda off tonight.”
Yeosang nodded gently, still taking in the warmth of their embrace, “I’m okay. Just a little thrown off I think.”
With a soft hum, San pulled Yeosang away from his chest, still cupping his arms with his hands, “Can we talk about it? I’d hate to have to get my information from him.” He nods towards the car where Wooyoung’s passed out in the backseat.
“Later?” Yeosang frowns and looks up into San’s eyes.
San smiles lovingly down at him, placing a chaste kiss on his forehead, “I just don’t want you to dwell on it too much. I worry about you.”
“I know…” he whispered with a little pout.
“Cute,” San muttered, cupping his cheek and leaning down to kiss him for real this time.
And they would’ve kept going if not for the sound of footsteps on the gravel approaching them from behind.
You looked like a mess. Your face was streaked with mascara and your hands shook as you held them to your chest. Yeosang blinked at you, peering behind your body trying to see if anyone was with you.
His brows furrowed when he realized you were completely alone. He knew Mingi and your friend had disappeared to the lake two hours ago but, where was Yunho?
A shaky hand wiped at your cheek, “Do you know where Wooyoung is?” Your voice was soft, but something in your tone made Yeosang’s heart hurt—though he wasn’t going to admit it.
San spoke up first. “Oh he’s a goner,” he chuckled, nodding toward the backseat of his boyfriend’s car. Yeosang knew he was trying to keep the mood light despite the tension, and though he appreciated it, it didn't do much to lift the uncomfortably stale air between the two of you.
You bit your lip, clearly trying to rethink your options.
He hated seeing you like that. The way you picked at your thumbs nervously and shuffled your feet, boots scraping against the gravel. Yet, despite the part of him that begged him not to, Yeosang spoke up, “Do you…need a ride?”
You looked him in the eyes for the first time in years, clearly shocked that he had offered without you even needing to ask. With a curt nod you cracked as you muttered, “Yeah.”
Yeosang was going to kill San now, too–beautiful biceps and two year long relationship aside. Because even after he’d offered you a ride, he didn’t expect to be sitting alone with you on the way to your apartment, fighting with himself to ignore your constant restless fidgeting. His knuckles turned white against the steering wheel.
But San had insisted. He’d dragged Wooyoung out of the car, leaving Yeosang with nothing but a kiss on the cheek and a “see you later” before he disappeared into the labyrinth that was Wooyoung’s apartment complex.
And the ride was just as unbearable as he thought it would be. He watched you fidget with your hands in your lap as you stared out the front windshield.
It will be over soon. He told himself.
He’d drop you off at your place, make sure you were safely inside, and he’d pull out of that parking lot like nothing ever happened. Like you’d never run into each other by some twisted string of fate. Like you had stayed out of his life for good.
But the longer he sat with you, despite the dreadful silence filling his car, the more he wondered how you were. He was glad to hear that you and Yeonjun broke up. And he imagined that, had things ended differently between you both, he would’ve called you up to go out for drinks to celebrate.
Fuck he missed that. The late nights with you, him, and Wooyoung spent on the floor of his dorm room just talking for hours and drunk off of beer that Wooyoung had stolen from his brother.
And the countless late nights cramming for exams at the very last minute, surrounded by empty cup noodles and a concerning amount of energy drinks. Nothing productive ever came out of those nights, but the hours spent together laughing and cursing yourselves for waiting until the night before to start your studying were always some of Yeosang’s favorites.
And though you had still been dating him at the time, Yeonjun was merely just a sliver of your life. Yeosang had assumed it was a fling. Your first love that you would be over in a couple months; it would hurt but you would have friends there to help you through it.
It wasn’t that Yeosang hated Yeonjun—at least not at first.
He was a friend of Wooyoung’s, a bandmate, and though he seemed a bit brash and over the top, he cared for you.
You went on dates, received flowers, attended his shows. Everything was normal.
But Yeosang could see that you were blinded by love. And in the three year overlap of your friendship with him and your relationship with Yeonjun, he could see what you couldn’t.
Yeonjun was possessive. But not in a way that was meant to protect you. He hated your friends, including Yeosang. He never said it outright but it was pretty obvious to everyone besides you. He took you on “dates” which consisted of inviting you to his shows but never letting you backstage because, as it turns out, he didn’t want you around his friends either.
It alarmed Yeosang if he was honest. Every day of your third year he could feel you drifting away. You flaked out on nearly every hangout, and you were nowhere to be seen whenever he asked if you could talk.
The final straw had been Wooyoung and Yeonjun’s fight. A rather anticlimactic affair looking back, but the aftermath was irreparable.
Yeonjun had lashed out at Wooyoung because he decided to leave the band. They were graduating in three months, and he had more things he needed to focus on. But Yeonjun had seen more for the band‘s future than anyone else ever had, and he’d seen the whole thing as betrayal. A lashing out from Yeonjun wasn’t a rarity, but this time it had gotten physical. And he nearly broke Wooyoung’s nose in the midst of his fit.
And when Yeosang told you the whole thing…well, you sided with Yeonjun. You told Yeosang that he was stressed and going through a lot with his family. That had been the final straw for him. In hindsight, Yeosang knows he should’ve stayed by your side, knowing that leaving you behind would only make you more dependent on the man you felt so adamantly that you had to defend, but he couldn’t help it.
That night had ended in a screaming match between the two of you, young, stupid and incredibly abrasive. One that ripped apart the seams of your already fading friendship. Opening up scars that seemed like they would never heal.
And he never saw you again after that.
He could tell by the way you bit your lip and kept sending him testing glances as he pulled into your apartment complex that you wanted to talk to him. And he’d be lying to himself if he said he didn’t want that too. He missed you, he really did, and it hurt him more than he’d like to admit when he saw the way you and Wooyoung reconnected instantaneously.
He hadn’t even put the car in park when you turned to him and finally spoke, “Do you wanna come up? Just for a drink?”
Yeosang sighed, glancing over at you, finally making eye contact with you.
“Please,” you begged, “I just wanna talk.”
“Fine,” he muttered before shutting off the car and slipping out of his seat.
You really never thought you’d see him again. It had crossed your mind when you thought about how things could have been different–the idealized version of your future where you had picked your friends over your shitty boyfriend.
And it embarrassed you to no end every time you thought about that fight. The way you had just thrown everyone aside, trying to rationalize and find a logical reason why Yeonjun would do such a thing. Looking everywhere and grasping at straws for the answer.
When the dust had settled and reality kicked in, you had wished with every fiber of your being that you had reacted differently. But it was too late.
You could’ve swallowed your pride and confronted your mistakes. But no. You simply let the friendship fade. And before you knew it, two people that had meant everything to you for years were gone.
Except here he was. Albeit reluctantly. But here in your apartment nonetheless.
“Is tea okay? That's all I really have,” you asked softly, “I haven’t gone grocery shopping in a couple weeks.”
He nodded, looking around your apartment which was scattered with the remains of your failed relationship, “Tea is fine.”
As you set up the kettle on the stove, you peered over at him, wondering what on earth you were supposed to say. You hadn’t exactly had a gameplan when you asked him to come up here. It was merely a desperate attempt to get him to speak to you again.
To your surprise and relief, though, he spoke first, “So you broke up.”
It was more of a statement than a question. He was just pointing out the obvious.
You hummed in acknowledgment, “Mhm. About two weeks ago now.”
“I’m happy for you,” his voice came out a bit dry and tired, but you could tell it was sincere.
“Thank you,” you smiled gently, “It should have happened years ago, but I guess I’m just too good at ignoring the warnings.”
He looked at you. Really looked at you. His dark eyes piercing through your soul.
“Yeo…” you started, trying to still your breath, “I’m so sorry.”
His eyes closed as he took a deep breath, composing himself, “Can I be honest?”
You nodded, “Of course.”
“I’m not mad at you anymore. Not for defending him,” you went to cut him off but he raised a hand, “You were in a bad relationship. Blinded by love. And you were wrong, we both know that. But honestly, after all these years, I don’t give a shit about that anymore. Hell, Wooyoung got over it in a week.” His eyes started to water just a little, “I just…I don’t understand why you never came back. And why now that you broke up with him do you think you can just show up again? Was it not worth it to risk losing him?”
You bit at your lip. Everything he said, you had thought before. It all had swirled around in the confines of your mind over and over and over again. But hearing it directly from his mouth just made it so much more real.
Slowly, you poured the water from the kettle into the two pastel blue mugs sitting next to each other on the counter, a soft puff of steam wisping off the top of them.
“I…” you started, staring down into the slowly steeping cup of tea in your hands, “I just couldn’t face you after that. You didn’t deserve that, any of it. You don’t deserve to have friends that throw you under the bus and toss you aside for loser boyfriends who are far from worth it.” A desperate sigh fell from your lips, “And I really didn’t think we’d ever get to talk again. Not like this.”
You slid the tea across the counter, and he gently picked it up, picking up the tea bag and swirling it around the cup. “And listen, we don’t have to make up or be friends. You don’t even need to show me the kindness you already have tonight. But please, I just want you to understand that I know I fucked up. And I know the way I treated you is far from okay. You deserve a hell of a lot more than what I gave you back then.”
He kept his eyes trained on the mug–still fidgeting with the string of the tea bag, “You surprised me tonight. I didn’t think I’d ever see you again, either. Surely not because you’re…hanging out with one of my friends.” A soft exhale passed through his nose, “But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t jealous of the way you and Wooyoung fell back into things so fast. I wish that was us.”
“Me too,” you murmured.
You could see the wheels inside his head spinning. “I want to try again.” He spoke softly, making sure to look you in the eye. “Us. We had a good thing. And maybe it will never be the same. But…I have to believe that our friendship is worth giving each other a second chance.”
The tears you were holding back started coming up once again. And you couldn’t help the way they started falling immediately at his confession. “Really?” Your voice broke.
He smiled softly, setting his mug down on the counter and meeting you on the other side of it. Gently, he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pulled you against his chest. You hugged him as tight as you could, afraid to let go.
And as he held you there, stroking your hair, you couldn’t help but feel as if maybe you hadn’t fucked everything up tonight.
Out on the dingy balcony of your apartment, Yeosang sat beside you in one of the flimsy lawn chairs that had survived this many years by only a miracle.
You held the now fully steeped cup of tea in your hands, “Yeo.”
He hummed against his mug, taking a small sip.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Always.”
You tapped your fingers anxiously against the ceramic mug. “Do you think he hates me?”
Yeosang sighed, “Yunho?” You nodded. “I don’t think that man has ever hated someone in his entire life.”
You shook your head, “You didn’t see the way he looked at me when I rejected him.” An exhausted groan fell from your mouth, “He’s just…he’s so wonderful and helpful and perfect. He doesn’t deserve to have someone beside them who’s still reeling from the grief of a nearly decade long relationship.”
“You sure do like determining what people deserve, don’t you?” You gave him a sidelong glare.
He smiled against his cup, “You didn’t hear the way he was talking about you earlier. I mean, we were all a bit skeptical since you two only just met but the way he talked about you…I don’t think there’s anything you could do to make him hate you.
You frowned, “That just makes me feel worse.”
“I know,” he remarked, “But listen, I know you're scared. But do you trust my judgment?”
“Of course.”
“Yeonjun is not even half the man that Yunho is. And I know it’s terrifying to start something this new with wounds so fresh. So I understand if you need to take the time to heal. But I want you to know that that man will treat you worlds better than Yeonjun ever could.” He sighed, “And trust me I’ve spent enough time with both of them to know that.”
“It’s just so soon,” your brows furrowed in frustration, “I haven’t even been out of a relationship for a month. How can I possibly start a new one now?”
Yeosang leaned back against his chair, “You know what I think?” He glanced over at you. “I think you're scared. You were over Yeonjun well before you two broke up. But you’re scared of the commitment of another relationship.” He scooted closer to you, “Which I completely understand, by the way. San and I’s initial relationship was far from serious. But you know…when you like someone the desire to commit to them more and more grows on you.”
“But I can’t do that to him,” you stirred your words over in your head, “Not commit, that is.”
Yeosang laughed. A deep, genuine laugh, “Oh, trust me, I know you well enough to know that a casual commitment is not your thing. I just mean that I think you need to get over it.” He placed a hand on your knee, “You are going to regret it for the rest of your life if you let things end this way.”
He straightened up, “And frankly, I don’t really want to deal with him being mopey for the next several months because of this.”
You giggled, “Fine…I’ll reach out.”
“Thank you.”
“Have you missed me coming to you for endless relationship advice?” You nudged him jokingly.
A smile spread across his face.
“Every single day.”
After watching Yeosang pull away from your apartment, you had a million thoughts swirling through your head.
You thought about calling Yunho a hundred times, but every time you picked up the phone you wondered what the fuck you would even say to him. And it was two in the morning. Would he even pick up? And if he did, how could you ever face him? How could you sit there in the comfort of your home and tell him that you made a mistake when you weren’t even sure if you did?
You wanted him. You really did. Every part of you yearned to be taken care of like you knew he would. But you just couldn’t do it.
Yeosang was right. You were scared. Terrified, even. Now, more so than ever. Because after seeing the way his heart broke in two when you pushed him away, you couldn’t imagine doing that to him again.
Fuck. You ran your fingers through your hair, frustrated. You needed some air.
You glanced down at the keys on the counter, picking them up and heading out the door to where your car was waiting in the parking lot.
When you turned on the music and rolled the windows down, it felt like everything was just a tad clearer. The fear washed away as you pulled onto the highway, and you started imagining what a life with him could really look like.
Sweet, well-planned dates. Ones where he walked with you along the river, listening to your stories, holding your hand, and collecting flowers for you along the way.
Fancy, intimate dinners. Where he’d dress up in a clean suit with a flashy belt and that signature hat on top of his head. And he’d guide you with a hand on your lower back, before leaning down to your ear to tell you how beautiful you looked.
And late nights in his truck. The two of you lounged in the bed, looking at the stars. And he’d hold your palm to his lips so you knew just how much he cherished you.
The thought of his lips brought you back to just a few hours earlier. Where he had held you up close to him, his hands very respectfully gripping your body. And god his kisses. The sweetest, softest, and most passionate thing you had ever experienced.
The way he had whispered “Doll” against your lips had felt so personal. So special.
And you felt like a fucking idiot for throwing it all away.
But as soon as the unsavory thoughts started their way back in, you heard a loud thud from under the hood.
“Shit, shit, shit,” you cursed and pounded your hand against your steering wheel. And you watched in horror as your speedometer slowly fell toward zero.
What the fuck? Why now?
You looked around as you pulled the car off the side of the interstate. Nobody. Not a soul. In fact, it was so dark that the only light you could clearly see was that of your headlights.
And that’s when the true terror started to kick in. You were on the highway. Alone. With no way to get home by yourself. Anyone could take you, and none of your friends would notice anything was wrong for several hours.
Oh god. You started to lose control of your breathing. And as much as you tried to compose yourself, the darkness outside your windshield was enough to make you start thinking the worst thoughts.
And just as you thought it couldn’t get any worse, it started to rain. A lot. So bad you could hardly see anything outside the car. And the loud sound of the heavy downpour against metal consumed your brain.
You picked up your phone and your hands shook as you looked down at it. Down at the only person you could think to call.
He picked up on the third ring. “Hello?” His voice was deep and groggy from sleep, and you suddenly felt bad for waking him up.
“Yunho? I’m so sorry. I know it’s late,” you were trying to still your breathing enough to formulate words.
You heard the sudden rustling of sheets, “It’s okay, Doll? What’s wrong?” Oh god, of course he could hear you shaking.
“I’m really sorry, I just–”
He cut you off, “Sweetheart, stop apologizing. Tell me what's wrong.”
“I’m stuck.”
“Stuck?”
“My car broke down on the highway,” your tears were starting. God this was so humiliating. “I was just going for a night drive and the engine cut out of nowhere. And now I’m just stuck on the interstate, and it’s pouring.” You were fully crying now. The fear coursing back through your veins, “Yunho, I’m scared.”
Through the phone, you heard him slamming a door and running. “Send me your location. I’ll be there in ten.”
“Okay–” your voice cracked as you pulled your phone away from your ear and dropped him a pin.
Yunho had practically launched himself out of bed when he heard your voice through the phone. You sounded terrified enough as is, but the loud sound of the rain against the roof of your car was enough for him to know that something was up.
He praised and thanked his past self for not breaking out that six pack that Mingi had left on the counter, although he seriously considered it.
His visibility was less than ideal, especially on the highway, but he made do. The highway was practically empty, meaning he could go as fast as he needed to, and he just prayed that there wouldn’t be a cop on his route to you.
Soon enough, although not for him, he saw your hazards blinking off to the side of the road. He pulled up in front of your car–so you could see him clearer–and put his car in park. Barely checking to see if anyone was coming before flinging the door of his truck open.
His heart pounded as he jogged up to your little car. Through the windshield, he could see you hunched over, hands clasped in your lap so tight that you were shaking.
Trying not to scare you even more, he knocked on the window. You jumped. But when you saw it was him, he watched as your eyes filled with relief. And before he could gesture for you to roll the window down, you had flung open the door and barreled into his arms.
“Oh,” he let out a little sound of shock, before wrapping his arms around you, “It’s okay, Doll. I’m here.”
And he would’ve stayed like that forever, with your head against his chest and hands gripping the back of his sleep shirt, but on the interstate in the middle of the night was far from where he wanted to hold you.
“Sweetheart,” he spoke loudly over the rain, “Do you have an umbrella?”
You cringed and shook your head.
“Let’s get in my truck then.”
You nodded and let him pile you into his passenger seat. When he pulled himself into the driver side, you opened your mouth to speak, to apologize he was sure, but he cut you off. “I think we’re gonna have to call a tow truck. I would check the engine and all, but it’s too dark and too rainy for me to even see anything.”
“Okay,” you said softly, “Thank you, Yunho.”
He glanced over at you. Fuck you were so beautiful. Even with your hair and clothes soaked and your eyes tired from lack of sleep, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. It broke his heart a bit to see you out here, alone, clearly trying to reason with your own thoughts.
“Are you alright?” He muttered, pushing a bit of hair away from your face. Your eyes fluttered as his fingers brushed your cheeks.
“Mhm,” you tried to assure him, “I was just…thinking.”
“Yeah?” he cleared his throat, “Can we talk about it?”
You looked up out the windshield at the pouring rain outside, “Can we get out of here first?”
The shop looked just how you remembered it. And it smelled just the same, too. A faint stench of motor oil and rubber floated in the air. Yunho disappeared into the back room to grab some towels, and you thanked every being under the sun that you were given a break from that soaking wet t-shirt that hugged every muscle on his chest.
You hated to admit it, even to just yourself, but Yunho's whole “rescue” was way more attractive than it should have been. The way he held you for just a brief second and the way he took control of the whole situation so quickly, you couldn’t help but feel more and more regret from earlier that night.
When he came back out of the back, he had changed into a white tee and jeans and he held a t-shirt in one hand and a towel in the other. But all you could focus on was the way he looked with his hair still damp and sticking to parts of his forehead.
“I have an extra shirt if you want it. I don’t know if it’ll fit but…” he offered the two items to you.
You smiled, trying to hide how flustered his appearance was making you, “That’s okay. I’ll just take the towel.” A small shiver ran through you when your fingers brushed his.
Patting your face dry, you watched as mascara came off on the towel, and you were suddenly very conscious of how much of a wreck you must’ve looked like. Turning away from Yunho, you continued to dry yourself off.
“Hey,” he spoke softly, reaching his hand out, “Can I help you?”
Hesitantly, you looked between him and the towel in your hand before handing it over to him. He started with your face, wiping off what you assumed to be the last of the mascara on your cheeks, before moving to your hair and gently patting it dry.
“You look beautiful right now, by the way,” he murmured as he continued to run the towel over your body, patting your back and wiping your arms.
Your face grew hot, “Thank you.”
“Of course, sweetheart.”
When he stopped moving the towel, you finally glanced up at him and saw him looking down at you. His hair still sticking to his forehead and a couple drops of water falling from his lashes. He looked too good to be true. “Doll…” he muttered, slipping his hands down your arms and to your back and slowly drifting towards your waist.
He held your waist just as gently as he had earlier that night, the tips of his hair still damp and dripping water onto your face. Your breath hitched when his face tilted down toward yours.
“If I kiss you…are you gonna run away from me again?” he whispered with a shaking breath.
You shook your head, eyes trained on his lips, and your voice came out in an almost unrecognizable whimper, “No.”
“Good,” he muttered. His hand slid from your hip to your lower back, pulling your body up against his.
He pressed his lips to yours yet again, but this time was different. Gone was the soft gentle kiss of a slightly tipsy Yunho who was testing the waters.
The man kissing you now wasn’t that Yunho at all. He grasped at your clothes in desperation. Groaning softly into your mouth. You tangled your fingers in his damp hair, pulling at the brunette strands causing him to shiver against you.
His hand slid under your wet t-shirt, exploring the damp skin of your back, before he gripped your hips again. This time pushing you toward the bed of his truck, wrapping an arm around your back and lifting you up onto it.
Without once breaking the kiss, Yunho’s hands explored your thighs, and he let out a soft moan when you wrapped your legs around his narrow waist.
His lips traveled across your jaw, nipping at the skin and leaving little marks in his wake. Your fists gripped onto his t-shirt as he trailed down your neck.
“Yunho…” his fingers tightened on your thighs when the moan of his name reached his ears.
He kept his lips on your neck, “God you’re so pretty when you say my name like that.”
You wrapped your legs tighter around his waist, the bare skin of your thighs pressing into the waistband of his jeans. He let out a low grunt against your neck when you rubbed up against him, right below his belt buckle.
Fuck you needed him. You needed all of him. Whoever this version of Yunho was, you wanted to cherish every second with him. Even if he looked at you like he was gonna tear you apart.
Rolling your hips against him made him tighten his grip on your hips, “Don’t tease me, Babydoll.”
Oh. God you were gonna pass out if he called you that again. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and you felt your core tighten in a way it hadn’t in years.
Everything about him was fogging your brain. His damp hair tousled under your fingers. The heat of his breath against your skin. The way he tossed you around and picked you up like it didn’t even phase him.
He was so big in every way, even the ways you hadn’t yet been able to see. His presence towered over you, making you feel so completely overwhelmed by his everything. And the way his hands explored every inch of your exposed body in seconds made it so evidently obvious how massive he truly was.
“Oh? She likes that, does she?” He chuckled, and pulled away from your neck. Pressing his forehead to yours, sliding a hand to your neck and brushing his lips right above yours, “Hmm? Babydoll?”
You whimpered under his touch, “Yun…”
He pressed his lips to your nose, “You’re so fuckin’ cute, sweetheart.”
Your eyes fluttered closed as his lips approached yours. And when he finally kissed you again, it was like everything had fallen into place. His lips against yours were the only thing you’d ever need, but you were willing to take anything more that he was offering.
When he pulled back, he looked back into your eyes, cupping your cheek in his hand. “Doll,” he whispered softly, “As much as I’m enjoying this, we should stop.”
You whined, grasping at his wrist and letting him cradle your face, “Please, Yun…”
He chuckled, “Come on, baby. You know me well enough to know I’m not gonna fuck you for the first time in the back of my truck.”
A small frown formed on your face, but he cut you off before you could speak, “You’re not talking me out of this one, sweetheart.” He settled your hands on your thighs, “Let me take you to dinner first. And then we can have all the fun you want. Okay?”
“Will you at least kiss me again, now?”
“Of course, babydoll. I’ll give you all the kisses your sweet heart desires.” And he kissed you one more time as you stayed perched on the edge of his truck.
You ruffled his still wet hair when he pulled back, “Okay, cowboy. We can play by your rules. When are you taking me to dinner?”
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The chatter of the room died down as Captain Kim walked in. “Good morning, I have a few cases that need to be assigned today.” He cleared his throat, looking around the room. He never had to try at gaining the attention of the room as he had such a natural captivating aura. “First, we have a robbery that took place at an electronics store at the corner of fifth and fifty-ninth. Detective Choi Jongho, I am going to partner you with Detective Kang.” He flipped over to the next file lying in front of him.
“A murder took place early this morning around 05:00 hours. It is the second murder in a suspected double-homocide, I need this to be solved with the utmost accuracy. Detective Y/L/N, I am pairing you with Detective Choi San. I expect high quality work,” He raised an eyebrow, looking between the two of you and switched over to the next file. His words were muted as you spaced out. San wasn’t a bad detective from the work you’ve seen, it was just how long it took him to finalize a case that made you worried about working with him. He was always talking with Detective Jung about something non-work related or flirting with the other female detectives.
“Dismissed.” Captain Kim’s words were as clear as day, unlike whatever he was going over after your assignment. “Let’s get to work,” San appeared in front of you, flashing one of his signature smiles that showed off his dimples. You’ve seen him smile like that to all of the women in this precinct, so it wasn’t unexpected for him to pull that move on you. “Yep,” You sighed, walking out to the bullpen to collect your case file that Captain had set on your desk. “I can drive us,” He leaned on the edge of your table. “Sounds good,” You exhaled and walked to the elevator, nothing else was on your mind other than the fact you wanted to complete this case as fast as possible.
“I wonder how Song and Jeong will do on their case,” He spoke through the silence as you stared out the window. He bit the inside of his cheek, trying to find something he could say to break the awkwardness that was in between you. “Mm,” You hummed, just agreeing since you weren't paying attention to what they would be working on. “Catching an arms dealer sounds so cool. I would’ve loved having that case,” He sighed. “What about you? Is there a case you’d want to work?” He smiled, glancing at you before returning his eyes to the road. “This one. I want to focus on this case, that’s all.” You tried to cut the conversation short. He let out a short, quiet sigh at your response. “So… what are you doing after work?” His question was hesitant. “Just going home as of right now, it might change based on our case,” Your voice was dry as you answered his question.
You looked over at him, seeing his tense posture as he drove. Even though working with him was a drag you felt bad about how rude you were being. “What about you?” You nodded in his direction as you asked. “Oh, nothing,” He shrugged. “Maybe the gym, have some dinner,” He trailed off as he thought about his evening. “Nice,” You nodded. The bland comment seeming to simmer over you. You exhaled, letting out a deep breath as your leg bounced; not in an anxious way but more of a need to move.
“Well I’m glad we’re together, I’ve heard nothing but good about your work and determination. I’m surprised we haven’t worked together yet.” He kept his cheerful mood as he parked. You took the chance to get out quickly and make your way up to the crime scene, not even waiting for him to catch up to you. “Detective Y/L/N,” You flashed your badge to one of the patrol officers as you walked in, taking in the scene. “Detective,” Officer Yoon spoke up, making her way over to you. Your tense state relaxed as you saw her. You both were in the academy together and grew close before she moved on to CSI. “Nice to see you,” You smiled at her as she held her camera. “What are we dealing with here?” You looked around the apartment. “What did I miss?” San panted softly. You raised an eyebrow in his direction at the way he was holding his hips. “Winded?” You stifled a laugh. “I had to run up the stairs to catch up, they were steep!” He defended himself.
Officer Yoon looked at the two of you, noticing how hard you were trying to act like he bothered you. “Sorry,” San looked at her as she waved him off. “Time of death was around five this morning, looks like he was shot, quick in and out but we can look into it more back at the morgue,” Officer Yoon looked over at the body as CSI zipped the body bag closed. You nodded and looked around, taking in the small apartment. “Y/L/N, look over here,” San called you over to the kitchen he had wandered off to. “There was a struggle, a paper towel holder is on the ground, looks like a knife is missing from this set,” he pointed to the block in the corner of the counter. “A fight definitely happened here,” He looked around.
“About what though?” You bit the inside of your cheek as you looked around. “Robbery wasn’t involved. TV, phone, laptop, wallet and keys are still here. Uniforms said there was no evidence of a jewelry box for them to take,” You kept looking around as if you were waiting for a lead to magically appear in front of you.
“Did the neighbors hear anything?” San’s voice cut through as you studied the apartment.
“No. Officers covered door duty already. Three other apartments on the floor, two are vacant and the other is on vacation. Neighbors downstairs and upstairs said they didn’t hear anything.” You looked over at him as you finished speaking.
“So we really got to find what this guy was into then.” San mumbled just loud enough for you to hear. “I’m going to see if we can pull anything from the street cams, the hallway ones too,” You spoke matter-of-factly as you walked out of the apartment and down to his car, leaving him to follow behind.
He took a deep breath before running over to catch up to you. “Why are you moving so fast?” He whined as he pulled the car door open quickly and got in. You covered up your laugh by clearing your throat.“It’s not funny,” a playful annoyance in his voice as he looked over at you. “To you,” you teased as he sighed. The silence took over as you spaced out. Maybe working with him wouldn’t be as bad as you were letting yourself think it would be. He seemed to be a decent detective and his playfulness would at least keep you entertained.
“Y/N?” San spoke up as he drove. “Yea?” Your voice was blunt as you snapped out of your thoughts. “I don’t know if I’ve upset you or anything but I sense some awkwardness between us. Can we clear the air?” He sounded timid as he cleared his throat quietly.
You bit the inside of your cheek, not expecting him to address this as fast as he did. You straightened in your seat, feeling as if you’ve been put in a hot seat. “You haven’t done anything directly, I’ve just heard stories of your work during investigations. Getting assigned with you on a case as important as this one, just feels like a punishment,” You sighed, your body relaxing from its tense state. “I also know you like to take your time but I want a promotion. I need to take my Sergeant’s exam but with the time you take on cases I’m not going to have time to study.” You rambled, leaving San silent as he listened.
“How about I let you take the lead then? I don’t want to get in your way,” He still sounded so sweet as he spoke to you, unbothered by your words. “Sounds good,” You nodded, feeling more relaxed now that the case is yours and you could run it based on your own timeline. You weren’t a control freak necessarily but it was always a gratifying feeling when someone gave you the lead on any case you received.
“When we get back I want you to deep dive on our victim. Find out his job, coworkers, family, relationships; past and present. Any memberships he could’ve had too. I’m going to get a warrant for his phone and I'll see if the surveillance footage got sent over too,” You looked at him, making sure he heard everything you instructed as he parked. “Sounds good. Did you want me to contact the next of kin?” He questioned as he got out of the car.
“I can do it, I already gave you a lot to do,” you got out after him and walked over to the elevator, he soon joined you. “Thank you for letting me take the lead,” You spoke up.
“Of course. I don’t want to get in your way and you want to be a sergeant, any cases we have together I will let you take over and be primary,” He smiled at you as you made your way to your separate desks. San tried to not stare but the way you delved into your work drew him in. The way you would bite the inside of your cheek as you flipped through papers or were scrolling on your computer. He would never tell you or anyone else but it was one of the quirks you had that caught his attention when he first started here.
“San?” You called over, removing him from his daydream. “Yeah?” He questioned, clearing his throat. He watched as you walked over to him. “I have our vic’s mother coming in and his sister. Can you interview the sister for me?” You pleaded.
He laughed at you, shaking his head. “Of course, anything you need.” He smiled up at you.
“Thank you. They’ll be here any minute now,” You smiled at him as you walked away. His eyes followed as you poured yourself a cup of coffee, waiting for the family to walk in. He watched as the victim’s mother sat down at the chair next to your desk. “Detective Choi,” your voice took him out of his trance and hummed over in response. “Can you take the statement from our victim’s sister?” You gestured to the younger girl standing by your desk. He nodded, grabbed his notepad and patted the seat next to his desk. He listened to the sister, jotting down notes as she spoke yet his eyes kept shifting over to you, watching you comfort the mother as she walked away and over to the sister. “Is she all set?” The older woman’s voice was hoarse from the sobbing that took place beside you. “Yes, that was all. I’m so sorry once again, Mrs. Lee. If you need anything don’t hesitate to reach out to us. Okay?” He smiled softly, putting his hand out for her to shake which she took. You helped walk the victim’s family out before making your way over to San’s desk to compare notes.
You sat down in the chair next to him as he sat back down. “What did you find out?” You questioned as he looked down at his notes, tapping his pen on his desk.
“Looks like our vic led a clean life. Went to work and kept up with the gym.” He shrugged as you nodded. “Have you found any relationships that we could question?” You kept coming up with things to ask, wanting to see how much he was paying attention to the victim’s sister, without revealing that you noticed his eyes wandering to look at you every few moments. It was a hard line to walk.
“I got the warrant so we should start going through his text messages,” You looked at him as he nodded. You could tell he wasn’t fully listening. “San?” Your voice had an edge to it. “I’ll help you,” He answered quickly once he realized you were onto him.
The nerves of working with him wore off after a couple of days of being side by side. It started to actually be enjoyable, which you couldn’t have imagined possible. Talking with him was less of a drag than it was before, even if it was now a subtle flirting back and forth.
“Y/L/N, if you ever want help studying let me know. It’s really cool you want to be a sergeant.” He smiled at you as you blushed softly, rocking slightly on your heels as you waited for the elevator to open on your floor.
“Thank you, and I’ll let you know. I’ve been trying to keep up but they only run the tests every other year,” You sighed.
“Yeah, but you’re really smart and I can tell you’re an amazing leader.” His compliments kept flowing. “Thank you, I appreciate it,” Your cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink. “I would be very happy to be under your command,” He bumped his arm against yours.
“Detectives,” Captain Kim’s voice made you jump as the doors opened. You quickly walked out with San. “How are we doing on this case?” He asked, eyes shifting between the two of you. “Really good. We’re very close to finishing,” San answered quickly, flashing a smile at you before looking back at Captain.
“Mhm,” The small hum of agreement was all you could muster to answer. “Good, the commissioner has started to follow along. I’m glad to hear about your progress,” He smiled and walked back towards his office. You smacked San’s arm. “Very close?” You scoffed. “We still have four suspects and haven’t found a connection with the last victim,” You sighed. “I panicked,” He had a whine to his voice.
“Let me ask for some overtime, I’ll tell him the case will be solved even faster because we’re on a roll right now,” He smiled apologetically. “Go ahead,” You sighed as he walked to Captain Kim’s office. You head to the vacant evidence room where you had set up your murder board. Sitting down on one of the tables, staring at the board in front of you trying to see if you could find the connection without being distracted by San at your side. “It’s approved,” His head peeked in and you snapped out of it. “Sounds good,” You smiled at him as he looked at the time. “I’m gonna hit the showers quickly. Is that alright?” He asked, sounding hesitant.
“Yeah! Go ahead, I’ll be here,” You laughed at his apprehension.
You stared at the board in front of you, moving around a few of the photos and updating the timelines in front of you. “Any leads?” San’s voice caught you by surprise. “I think I matched the timelines and it’s a perfect match to Lee Minho’s murder.” You looked over at San, it was hard not to instantly check him out.
The snug grey sweatpants hugging his hips and tight tee shirt that exposed his toned body. “See, we’re so close,” He teased. “Yeah,” You cleared your throat, looking away from him as you agreed. The way you were shifting around made him watch you more intently “You okay?” He raised an eyebrow. “Yeah,” You repeated as you pressed your lips together. Still averting your eyes to stop yourself from drooling over the way he looked. “So what do these two have in common?” He leaned on the table next to you, studying the board.
The silence grew between you as you tried to not look back over at him, but as he leaned in closer, the smell of his body wash overwhelmed you and made you move off to the side. “Is everything alright?” He looked at you worriedly. “Mhm,” Your hum was quiet as you attempted to hide your embarrassment. “So what was the connection you found?” He repeated his question.
“Oh, I think the gym trainer. They had the same one,” You stood up and walked over to the front of the board. You swallowed as you tried to keep your mind from traveling down the stream of thoughts that were flooding your brain.
“Huh, I didn’t even notice that,” He walked over and stood behind you, looking at the board. “So should we go ahead and file the arrest warrant?” He watched you, waiting for a response. “Are you sure everything is okay?” He spoke a bit louder.
“I have to be honest,” You blurted out as you turned to look at him. “What?” He moved around to look at you.
“Okay?” His voice was unsure as he answered. You were already acting differently since he’s come back from his shower.
“You’re insanely hot, I don’t know what it is about you or why I haven’t noticed,” Your cheeks burned as you covered your mouth. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.” You stood up, walking to the other side of the room.
“Don’t apologize,” He closed the distance between you. “I’ve always thought you were hot. The tight dress pants you wear always catch my eye, and the way you look when you’re focusing on something. It’s all insanely hot and drives me crazy. I just didn’t want to act on it because I thought you felt different,” He rubbed the back of his neck.
“I mean, I did at the beginning of this but the past few days of getting to know each other have been nice. Then you walked in the room just now and god, you’re breathtaking,” You blushed brighter. “I’ve wanted to say the same about you,” He retorted. His intense eyes looked over you as he was reading your body language.
“Kiss me,” You demanded. “Yeah?” He teased as he moved in closer to you. Your chest tightened as you felt his lips land on yours. The soft feeling made you buzz as he moved his hands to hold your hips close to him. As soon as he started, it felt like there was no return, the nervousness from your confession was reassured as his tongue swiped against your lip, you would be a fool if you didn’t give him the chance to let him explore the inside of your mouth.
Your tongue moved with his as his hands moved on your body. You pulled away, looking into his eyes. “We have to shut the door,” You gasped as he nodded and crossed the room as he shut the door gently. “No one is out there,” He turned to look at you, seeing that you’ve unbuttoned your top. “Fuck…” He sighed, biting his lip as he looked over at you. He pulled out a chair, taking a seat and leaned back. “Come here,” He patted his lap as you walked over. Wasting no time climbing on top of him and straddling him. “You’re so hot,” He looked at you in awe, reaching for your back and unclasping your bra. “Your tits are so perfect,” He threw your bra on the table, and pulled you closer to him. He quickly took your tit into his mouth, flicking his tongue on your hardened peaks.
You pressed your lips together, holding back soft moans. His hands moved to grab your ass as he squeezed lightly, moving you against his hardening length. Your breath hitched as his cold fingers pinched your hardened nipple.
“You like that?” His voice was breathy as you continued to grind on his thick length. “Mhm,” You whimpered as he rolled his fingers on your pebbled flesh. He smirked as he watched the way your back arched as he swirled his tongue on your nipple.
Your finger tangled in his hair as you rolled your hips on his lap. “You’re so hard,” You barely whispered as you leaned your head back. “You did that,” He chuckled, moving away from your breasts. You leaned down, kissing his neck lightly sending a shiver down his spine.
The throbbing in between your legs was becoming unbearable as you could only begin to imagine the feeling of every inch of him inside of you. He leaned back, holding your sides as he watched you slowing down your grinding.
“Fuck me,” You whispered in his ear. “Really?” He chuckled. “Please, I want your cock deep inside me,” You moved on his length, aching for him. His breath hitched as he grabbed your ass tightly. “Let me try something,” He let go of you, lifting you effortlessly off his lap.
“Try what?” You ask as you looked up at him innocently. “You’ll see,” He answered shortly as he stood up. He couldn’t help himself as he checked you out, immediately imagining how he would feel deep inside of you.
“Bend over on the table,” He kissed you briefly as he turned you over. He reached in front of you, pulling your pants down. “You’re soaked,” He smirked. Looking at the soft pink thong you were wearing, seeing the darkened color near your cunt. His thumb moved in a circle around your desperate hole, sliding down and rubbing your clit.
You shifted, letting your body slide down on the table as the pleasure of him touching you took over. His soft fingers moving to tease your folds as you lifted your hips. “Fuck,” You whimpered.
He couldn’t hold back the chuckle that left his lips as he pulled down his pants. “W-what did you want to try?” You stuttered. “Give me your hands,” He demanded. The realization immediately kicked in as you put your hands behind your back and felt the cold metal of your handcuffs being secured to your wrists.
“I don’t have a condom, is that okay?” He bit his lip, hoping you would dismiss it. “That’s fine, I don’t care. I just want you deep inside,” You pleaded as he didn’t waste a moment, taking your ass in his hand and squeezed.
He pulled your panties to the side and pushed his tip to your entrance. “Please, San,” You begged. He quickly gave in as he pushed his length inside your dripping wet heat. Your breath hitched as you felt him stretching you out, adjusting to his size. “‘s-so big,” you whined out as your back arched for him.
The feeling of him inside was something beyond words could properly describe. His cock was pushing in on all the right spots as he was taking it slow, wanting to savor the feeling of him pushing in inch by inch.
“You’re so tight,” He grunted as he pulled back out slowly, his fingers digging into your hips as he started to create a consistent pace. “God, this pussy is so fucking good,” He grunted as you whimpered, withholding your moans. The thrill of being quiet to avoid being caught was making this even hotter than you could’ve even imagined.
His cock was diving in deeper as he held the handcuffs. “You feel so good,” You whined, as his hips began to jack hammer into yours, desperate to shove every part of his cock inside of you. Your cunt was convulsing around him as he grunted, the strength of him pulling on the handcuffs made you whimper. “Y-you’re gonna make me cum,” You whined.
“Already?” He couldn’t help his cockiness as he tilted his head back, plunging deep inside of you as he held back his own moans. The constant feeling of him exiting and reentering you made you let out a strangled moan, unable to hold it all inside as it was slipping out of your mouth.
He quickly let go of the restraints and leaned over you, covering your mouth. “Be quiet. We don’t want to be caught, do we?” He taunted, as you shook your head, his hand still firm on your mouth. “Good girl,” He cooed and let go of you, moving back to his previous position and returned to the deep thrusts that were giving you a new pleasure you haven’t had before.
“You’re taking my cock so well,” He praised, as you kept your moans quiet, trying to hold the wails that wanted to come out of your mouth. “You’re so so fucking good,” You whimpered, as his pace picked up and became more frenzied as his hand returned to the handcuffs, pulling your arms back carefully. “Can I cum in you?” He got out in between heavy breaths as he pulled on your cuffs.
That question made your brain shortwire as he continued to fuck you with a merciless rhythm. The anticipation of feeling him empty inside of you made you realize you hadn’t answered him as he kept jackhammering his hips into yours.
“Please…” You begged. Your eyes rolling back as you let out soft moans that only he could hear. You could feel him losing his composure as his hands moved around your body, unable to stay with a consistent pace.
“I’m gonna fucking fill you up then,” He grunted. Your walls fluttered around him, making his cock twitch. He sucked in a sharp breath to fight back the groans that wanted to escape his lips.
“S-san please,” You let out a choked sob, holding back as you felt your orgasm coming close. The shockwaves coming over your body as you begin seeing stars. “I-I’m gonna cum,” You fumbled over your words.
Your gut tightening as you let out a shattered breath, not wanting to cry out from the pleasure of him hitting your g-spot. “Fuck,” you puffed as you clenched, your walls gripped around his cock tightly as he held your sides.
“Do it for me, baby,” He grunted as his thrusts were becoming unpredictable as he felt his own orgasm coming over.
You felt that wave taking over your body as he reached, letting go of the cuffs to cover your mouth. He knew you wouldn’t be able to hold back the moans that were going to escape your lips. Your cry was muffled as you dissolved into the pleasure, your pussy pulsing around his cock as you slumped over. He kept moving, letting you ride out the pleasure. He slammed in with one last powerful thrust as he grunted, emptying himself inside of you. “Fuck, Y/N,” He panted, pulling out carefully.
Your knees buckled as he exited you. He quickly found the key in the pocket of your pants and removed the cuffs. “Are you okay?” His voice was gentle as he pulled up his pants. Your hands gripped the sides of the table as you panted softly, trying to collect yourself before you could answer.
“More than okay,” You quickly nodded, lifting yourself up from the desk and pulling your pants up. The high from your orgasm coming down as you pulled out the chair and sat down. You ran your fingers through your hair before buttoning your shirt back up.
“Should we talk about it?…” He looked at you, leaning on the table across from you. His arms crossed over his chest. The feeling of him staring you down after fucking you like that was unexpected.
“I don’t know what there is to say,” You swallowed harshly, still recovering. You pushed your hair back, your fingers tangling at the ends. Words that could be said weren’t even coming across your mind as your eyes shifted back over to him. He kept his unimpressed look making you look away from him.
“I mean, four days ago you were completely against me and then, that just happened. I’m not upset about it at all, just curious,” His voice was soft as he looked at you.
You bit your lip, unsure of what to say to him. “It was the spur of the moment. I’m sorry if it was wrong of me,” You apologized, clearing your throat. A knock on the door made you jump up, fixing yourself quickly as you were brought back down to the realization that you were still at work. San glanced in your direction, making sure you were all set before responding to the knock.
“Yeah?” San spoke up, moving to sit down on the chair. The creak of the door made both of you look over, trying to play off that you had been working the whole time and nothing else had happened between the two of you.
“Any progress?” Captain Kim walked in, taking a quick glance at the murder board set in front of the tables you each were sitting at. His hands were in his pockets as he took in the board more, looking over each note that was written down.
“Yes, I think there’s a connection from the gym they both go to. The M.E just got back to me and said DNA was found on the body and it’s being ran in the system for a match. One of them has to be involved.” You spoke up as Captain nodded, a slight smile on his face as he finished looking over your work to turn and look at you. San watched him feeling satisfied that your work was being appreciated.
“Good, I don’t mean to be on top of you so much. I just want this solved and give good news to the commissioner. Thank you to both of you for your hard work and staying longer than your shift. If you need anything, give me a call. I’m going home for the night,” He smiled at you.
“Have a good night, sir,” You smiled back softly as he shut the door behind him. You sighed, guilt building inside of you as you looked back at San. “We just had sex at work,” Your eyes widened as he laughed softly. You exhaled as you sat back in your seat, relaxing at the absence of the Captain. Your hands quickly covered your face as San watched, finding fun in the way you started to take in the actions of what you were doing.
“Mhm, I just came inside of you and used your own handcuffs on you.” He stood up, moving close to you. His hand found your cheek, cupping your face and leaving a gentle kiss on your lips. “We should probably get back to work,” He mumbled against your lips. He pulled away, admiring you before leaning back on the edge of the table. Your eyes were glued to him as he turned his head, reading over your notes. You swallowed, forcing your head to turn away from him.
“Yeah,” You sighed, looking back at the whiteboard. “Want to file a warrant? They had the same trainer so odds are that’s our guy,” You looked at him as he nodded.
You stood up and walked out to your desk. “Can I take you home?” San looked at you as you fixed the pile of papers on your desk. You quickly tried to think of the pros or cons to his offer. You could invite him up and briefly explain before sending him on his way or let him stay the night, or the conversation could go sideways and working with him would never be the same. It already was going to have a change from letting him fill you up in the evidence room but if the wrong words were said it could make every interaction the worst possible thing in the world.
“Are you picking me up in the morning?” You teased after coming to your own decision that the pros outweigh the cons. The idea of him possibly bringing you into work started to add to the thrill of working with him. He kept watching as you shuffled through papers, eyeing you as he looked at the cuffs on the side of your waist. A small smirk on his face as he played back the new memories of him using them on you.
“I could,” He nodded, taking himself out of his head before he could get too excited again. You looked up at him. “Let me take you home,” He looked at you as you nodded, agreeing with his offer. “I just have to get my stuff, I’ll be right back,” He spoke quickly before walking off to the locker room to get his bag. You grabbed your bag as you walked over to the elevator to wait for him. You exhaled, rocking on your heels until you saw him from your peripherals. You quickly tapped the button as he stood beside you.
“Can we figure out what happened?” He questioned as soon as you stepped into the elevator. Your shoulders slumped as you tried to hide your annoyance. Avoiding the conversation felt easier than facing the music. You knew about his work from the beginning but only brought up the actual work related incidents that you were told about, avoiding bringing up the sex he’s had with other female detectives.
“San…” You sighed. “Don’t play coy,” You looked at him as he raised an eyebrow. He couldn’t hide the confusion that took over his body. He tried to cover up that he knew what you were talking about as he exhaled. He bit the inside of his cheek as he decided to play it off.
“What do you mean?” He gave you a look you haven’t seen before.
“I know that you’ve slept with the other female detectives in the squad. I don’t know why you’re being so weird that I initiated,” You looked at the elevator doors, letting them open as you walked out. You made your way over to his car as he followed trying to find the words to say to you. He fixed his hair and stood next to you, studying your firm expression.
“That’s why I’m being weird. You told me that working with me was basically a punishment but just now you were begging for my dick to be inside of you. I’m not complaining at all, just confused and I want to talk about it,” He sighed.
You listened to him, feeling embarrassed as he recalled your actions from the last two hours. “Something just came over me,” You shrugged it off as he stared at you, feeling unsatisfied with your answer. “Let’s talk about it at my place. I have a nice bottle of wine that we could talk over,” You rocked on your heels as he quickly agreed. “Works for me,” He opened the car door for you as you climbed in.
After a short drive he was walking into your apartment. He looked around the clean, small studio as you were in the kitchen pouring the glasses of wine for you to enjoy. “Go sit on the couch andlet’s talk ,” you pointed over in the direction as he followed your finger, adjusting the pillow before sitting down. You handed him the glass and sat next to him.
“I heard the stories from around the precinct but I held back on letting them form my opinion on you. To be completely honest I didn't understand why all of these detectives were excited to work with you when your focus was on everything else but the case.” You paused as you looked at him. “But then when we started talking, I realized I was being too harsh on you. I really have been enjoying working with you and was happy to have you on the case. All professional,” You quickly added. “Then you walked in after your shower and I truly realized what everyone else was seeing. I didn’t know if you were going to try and pull anything on me, especially since we’re so close to finishing the case. That’s why I made my move,” You took a sip of your wine as you finished your explanation.
San nodded, digesting the words you had said. “Thank you for explaining, I wasn’t going to try because you’re so fucking hard to read,” he chuckled and looked into your eyes. “But I’m really glad you made that move. It was honestly one of the hottest experiences I’ve ever had,” He couldn’t hold back the flirt.
“I could say the same. Never in a million years would I have ever considered having sex at work,” You laughed and heard your phone buzz. “Our warrant just came through, one of the trainers did it and he has a record, so DNA is already in the system luckily. Makes the collar faster,” You put your phone down as San nodded.
“First thing tomorrow then, right?” He smiled as you nodded. Watching as he took a sip from his glass and looked around your home. “You have a really nice place,” He complimented to break up the awkward silence.
“Thank you. I’m also really sorry that I was so harsh on you and was so standoffish when we started,” you apologized and put your glass down on the table in front of you. You watched as he did the same, subtly moving in closer to you. The same hunger from mere hours ago arising in your body again. San looked at you in a much softer way this time than when you demanded him to kiss you.
Before you both realized, you were moving in closer to one another your mouths were connected, gently moving in sync as he held the back of your head. His soft lips were creating a buzzing all through your body and the delicate way of them capturing yours was comforting. He pulled away carefully, placing his forehead on yours. “Stay the night?” You looked at him hopefully as he quickly nodded, letting his lips crash back onto yours.
You groaned as you heard your alarm, the urge to turn it off and just roll over was eating at you but you knew you couldn’t. You sighed and sat up to turn off the chime that was repeatedly going off. “Morning already?” San’s raspy voice made you look over, taking him in, his messy hair and hooded eyes that were refusing to stay open.
“Mhm, and we have a big arrest to make, so wake up sleepy head,” You teased, as you walked over to your closet, grabbing your clothes and making your way to the bathroom. Glancing in the mirror as you started the shower and checking your appearance, seeing the small pink bites left on your collar bones. You sighed in relief as you climbed in, letting the warm water cover your body. You hummed as you lathered the soap on your body.
“Hey, Y/N?” San called out, speaking loud enough for you to hear over the water. “Yeah?” You responded, turning off the water and reaching for your towel to wrap around your body. You listened for his response as you started to get ready.
“Can I take a shower here? I just have to run down to my car and grab the extra clothes I have in there,” He still spoke at a louder volume as you finished getting ready.
“Yeah, that’s fine,” You opened up the door to see him standing there in nothing but his boxers, and you couldn’t fight back the blush that spread on your cheeks at the sight.
“Alright, I’ll be back up,” He smiled tiredly, as he threw his clothes on from yesterday and jogged out of your apartment. You exhaled a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding and waited for him to return and finish getting ready. The events of last night played through you mind, and caused you to space out as you absentmindedly packed your bag.
“Ready?” San said cheerfully and you nodded, walking down to make your way into work together. It felt like all eyes were on you as you walked in and you tried to brush it off, letting San follow his routine of greeting everyone in the room. You took a deep breath and walked up to the Captain’s door, knocking softly.
“Come in,” you heard his voice as clear as day and walked in. He was still focused on his work in front of him until you shut the door behind you, making him look up.
“Sir, would you mind if Detective Choi and I skipped out on the morning briefing? We now have a warrant for the arrest of the gym instructor and I want to take care of that as soon as possible. I understand if you need us to attend,” Your voice wavered as you spoke, knowing that the Captain liked to follow certain protocols.
“Absolutely, the sooner the case gets closed, the better. Do you need any back up or any other assistance?” He quickly offered,pushing his other work off to the side.You shook your head in response as you moved closer to the door. “Alright then, dismissed,” he smiled, as you walked out and over to your desk to pick up the warrant that was left for you.
“Choi?” You looked over at San sitting on the edge of Detective Jung’s desk. He quickly looked over and stood as you nodded your head, directing him to follow you out of the building. “Let’s go catch our perp,” you smiled softly.
Driving you to the location that your target was suspected to be. “I feel like this case went by quickly,” He spoke up, sighing after his words as he realized. You hummed in agreement as he bit his lip. “About last night,” he started.
“Don’t,” you quickly spoke, making him look in your direction. “I enjoyed it and I hope we can still see each other even though this is ending,” your face turned a deep pink as San parked, looking at you in bewilderment.
“Really?” He said, sounding shocked, as he was trying to read you. “I was too nervous to say those words to you last night but hearing them come from you seemed so much better than anything that I could’ve said,” he let out a bashful chuckle.
“I mean…yeah,” you nodded as you looked at him. “If you’d like to of course,” you followed up quickly as he nodded, a bright smile on his face as you got out of the car. “I’d love to keep talking about this but we need to do our jobs first,” you laughed, as he got out of the car.
“Yep, I knew that,” he was trying to control the excitement evident in his voice but failed miserably. He quickly got out and followed after you as you held the door open for him. “I’m going to the lead, alright?” You quickly confirmed to make sure he was okay with it.
You walked up to the apartment and knocked on the door, he watched you carefully as you banged your fist.
“Police, open up!” You yelled out, waiting for the response. You gave it a moment then looked at San nodding in his direction as he kicked in the door.
“Park Junho! We have a warrant for your arrest, come out with your hands up,” You called out, looking around the apartment as the bedroom door flew open. San watched him carefully as he put his hands up. “Turn around,” you ordered and he followed. “Park Junho,you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney, if you cannot afford an attorney one will be appointed for you,” You finished putting the cuffs on and held his arm. “Do you understand these rights as I have read them to you?” You finished reciting the words that had been ingrained in your mind for the past five years.
“Hey, bag that.” You pointed at the gun that was lying on the table. San quickly did as you said, taking a picture of it to send to a fellow detective to check and see if it was registered to the suspect before sealing the bag.
San walked down with you, holding the evidence in his pocket as Junho grumbled in the car on your way back to the station. “I’ll take him to interrogation,” San spoke up as he parked. You nodded and got out of the car, removing your perp out of the vehicle.
“Did you need an attorney?” San questioned Junho as you walked into the precinct. Silence was the only response as San held Junho’s bicep, leading him to an interrogation room. “I’m going to let uniforms take over the questioning,” He looked at you.
“Sounds good,” you nodded and watched as he made the hand off. He took the bag out of his pocket and looked at the gun before bringing it to the lab.
“I have to bring this down but I had Jung run the serial number, it’s registered to our guy in there.” He nodded towards the hallway where he was being questioned. “It’s a nine millimeter, which matches the bullet wounds in our vic,” He looked up at you.
“I’ll go tell Captain,” you nodded and watched him walk away as you knocked on Captain Kim’s door. You cleared your throat as you entered. “I have uniforms interrogating now but we have found our guy. He has a gun registered that’s a match to the one used in the murder and his DNA was already in the system from a previous arrest, we found it under the fingernails of our victim,” You smiled as you gave the good news. A smile spread on his face as you relayed your information.
“Thank you, Detective Y/N. You've done some fine work and I couldn’t be happier with the outcome,” He praised, as you nodded and looked out the window to see San talking with some of the officers.
“Credit also goes to Detective Choi, he did really good work,” You complimented, admiring San from a distance before returning your attention back to Captain Kim. He hummed in agreement with you.
“I also saw you have a Sergeant's exam scheduled. I’m glad you’re making that step up. You’re one of the finest detectives that I’ve had under my command. I will put in a good word with the brass,” His compliment made your eyes widen, completely surprised by his high praise.
“Thank you, Sir,” you grinned, as he nodded and dismissed you from his office. Walking out of there made you feel like you were floating as you sat down at your desk. San laughed at your expression as he headed over in your direction.
“Good news?” He questioned, and you nodded quickly in response. His stare remained on you, whilst you were attempting to hide the giddiness you felt. “First date idea, I’ll help you study so you can nail that exam.” He nudged your arm as he spoke quietly so no one could over hear and you quickly nodded at his proposal.
► 𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 - sexworker!Wooyoung x fashiondesigner!reader ◄
► 𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎/𝙰𝚄 - slow burn, eat the rich, Wooyoung really dislikes wealthy people, heavy angst, slice of life, emotionally heavy, existential crisis, reader! is desperate and lonely, eventual smut (more lovemaking than anything really), star-crossed lovers, eventual reunion, open/ambiguous but happy ending ◄
► 𝚁𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐/𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 - PG-18+ so MDNI!!! depression, connotations and talks of self-harm (not described, but be warned!), sex work/prostitution (consensual and not forced, but I just thought I’d put it here just in case), smut, lots of kissing, fingering, cowgirl, cumshot, no protection (do not do this!) ◄
► 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 - 26.5K words ◄
► 𝚂𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜 - You've always led a very lonely and unfulfilled life where you were always alone. This isolation gets worse when you were sent into a remote office branch temporarily for a project. It wasn't until you met Jung Wooyoung, who you didn't know at first was a sex worker, and your fleeting encounter with him that changed the trajectory of your life and your views forever. It all starts when he found you one night on a rooftop. ◄
► 𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜 - I haven't written Wooyoung in a while, and I also haven't written anything simple, but extremely angsty, in a hot minute, as well. I figured I'd combine them both here. Personally cried while writing this. Enjoy! Title from 30 Seconds To Mars.◄
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You didn’t choose to live like this, didn’t choose to lead the melancholic and mundane life where you were all alone with nobody to lean on or trust to catch you if you fell - which was always and never.
But there you were, looking wistfully outside and taking in the scenario as the train you sat on rumbled on. It served to prove your point; you were also alone in the private cabin your work company had provided for you when they decided at the last minute to send you to another city that was literally situated on the opposite side of the country.
It wasn’t a difficult decision for you, after all, you really did want to advance in your career, but the sting of being alone just always caught on to you. Your co-workers were all pleasant and amicable, but they all had lives to lead.
As for you, you were there to work, not to mingle. And maybe that’s why you couldn’t afford to wallow too much in your pity. You knew to yourself that this was a you problem.
The train rolled to a stop and you got down with just a light luggage. People began to disembark with you, and one by one, they disappeared into the arms of their loved ones, voices rising with giggles and promises of catching up with one another. It was a painful reminder of what you did not have.
You smiled morosely. Indeed, you were no stranger to being alone, but that never meant that you liked being alone.
You were only human, after all. You craved the companionship, the intimacy, the late summer nights by the campfire roasting marshmallows in an open fire with someone, the drunken adventures that led to trouble and something to laugh out with friends, and the days where all you needed was a comforting presence.
You had to look away. You had to cut off that sinking, ugly feeling rising up in your chest called longing. You could not want what you could not have. This would be a hellish three months for you.
The house you’d be staying at was a lot bigger than you thought, and a lot more luxurious even on the outside. It checks out, you thought. You did work at the biggest and most-well known fashion industry company as a director, after all.
You didn’t bother to explore, you had time for that, but you could tell that the interior was already suited to your tastes. It was bigger than you’d like. You didn’t mind it at all.
All in all, the stay wasn’t going to be too bad. However, you have to start working as soon as possible. Even though you hated it and wanted to avoid it as long as you possibly could.
You loved your job, you really did. Being a director meant you had certain privileges that only you could exercise, but sometimes, you felt used.
Subject: Runway Project Help
I hope this email finds you well, Y/N. The initial report is to be finalized by the end of the week. The resources you will utilize have all been provided for your leisure.
A humourless laugh heaves upon your chest at the callousness in which that email had sounded. Straight to the point, not even an attempt to ask if you had safe travel.
You were aware that it wasn’t personal. You were one of the people that worked for something bigger; the one that made the rich even richer. Still, the lack of encouragement, follow-ups, questions about your well-being stung more than you’d like to admit.
It was just business. Just numbers on a report, a deadline to meet. You reached for your mouse, clicked the ‘reply’ button, and typed a simple acknowledgment.
Subject: Re: Runway Project Help
I will have it at your disposal within the desired time.
Before you could shut your laptop close, another email pops up from the other side of your screen. Begrudgingly, you clicked it, and the moment you do, regret fills your chest.
You shouldn’t have read it. You had totally forgotten that there was a company dinner to welcome the other employees who have travelled from other branches to help out the newly opened branch, such as yourself.
Disgruntled, you forced yourself to put on a decent outfit, not even bothering to accessorize that much, and you hailed a cab to the venue. The drive was only ten minutes away, but it felt like a lifetime of overthinking on your end. You didn’t even bother researching beforehand where you were heading, the intention was to come, mingle, and go.
It turned out to be a hotel, a fancy one fitting of your company’s reputation. You already felt sick as you began to walk to the front desk area. From where you were, you could already see a variety of people huddling to socialize, and you knew then and there that this would be a bore. You felt like you were going to get sick. You didn’t belong here.
“Y/N? Is that you?”
Your attention was caught by a deep and gruff voice from behind you. He was tall, effortlessly stylish, with a crisp black jacket that hugged his frame just right . His dark hair was immaculately styled, and his posture was confident. "Mingi?" You asked in surprise that you had actually seen him. “Song Mingi?”
His eyes lit up with remembrance, his lips spreading into a friendly smile. "The one and only."
You whispered a small thanks to the receptionist before following Mingi into one of the function halls. “Looks great, Director Song,” you complimented as you looked around. “Well done with the theme…”
Mingi was one of the interns sent to your branch for training a couple of years back. He was a fresh-faced kid back then, not knowing how brutal the fashion world was, but you could tell he was passionate about it, unlike his superiors who were in it for the cash.
Before Mingi could reply, a group of people started to make their way towards you. A suppressed groan sounds from the back of your throat, drowned out by the chatter. You knew these people, in fact, you knew virtually everybody in attendance today, and you weren’t interested in what they had to say.
“Oh my, Director L/N sure is a gem in the industry,” one of the people perked up, making the people around you nod in agreement.
“I suppose so, yes,,” you let out, jaw locked with tension. You might be a loner, but you weren’t oblivious to hypocrites when you encountered them.
Either these people were plain stupid, or they’re just ignoring the fact that you were clearly uninterested and disengaged. Thankfully, the speakers overhead blare up, instructing everyone to take their seats to get started.
It was the most boring and uncomfortable time of your life, and that was saying a lot. You ran your fingers over the edge of your complimentary champagne flute, watching the alcohol slosh around inside. It looked like sweet nectar, but it tasted like disappointment.
You couldn’t take it anymore. You could slip away quietly, slip into the night like a shadow. No one would care. “Excuse me,” you placed your hand on Mingi’s arm to get his attention, your voice firm despite the rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins. He looked at you worried, but nodded anyway.
Without waiting for a response, you got up and turned, heels clicking sharply against the polished marble floor. You could see people watching and eyeing your every move, but you didn’t care. You couldn’t stand the environment you were in.
As you reached the door and stepped out, you allowed yourself a small, triumphant smile. You didn’t know where to go from here, but at least you were out of there.
With a sigh, you began to walk aimlessly to nowhere in particular. Come to think of it, you didn’t mind exploring the hotel. Despite your initial inhibitions, you actually did think that the venue was really pretty.
And it was that aimless walking that led you to trouble. Just as you were about to make a sharp left turn to the lobby, a sudden collision jolted you out of your thoughts. You hastily tried to maintain your balance as you accidentally bumped into someone. “I’m sor—”
“Watch where you’re going,” the man you stumbled on hissed, his face twisted in annoyance as he also tried to gain his balance back.
You were taken aback at the vehemence in his voice. It was as if you had dangled this man’s puppy by its foot and shot it point blank in front of him. You didn’t know what to do, so you tried to apologize once more.
“I am so sorry, I really didn’t mean to bump into you,” you spoke up, trying to sound as sincere as possible to appease him. “It was purely accidental on my end, I understand that’s bothersome.”
He harrumphed obnoxiously, his eyes narrowing as he stared at you up and down in contempt as he tried to collect himself. It was so uncomfortable to be on the receiving end of whatever this was. “Typical,” he scoffed. “The types of you always seem to be too busy to look where you’re going most of the time.”
What the hell did that even mean? You blinked owlishly, temporarily rendered speechless at whatever you just heard. “E-Excuse me?”
“You heard me,” his voice dripped with disdain before it dropped into a quiet grumble. “Jesus, do rich people get away with shit like this on an everyday basis? Unbelievable…”
You froze. Rich people? Is that what this was about?
Still, that didn’t make any lick of sense. You understood where he was coming from - even though you picked your most minimal outfit, it was painfully obvious that you were decked out in clothes that the regular consumer couldn’t buy on an everyday basis. But that stung, though, because you designed these, yourself.
“I-I'm really sorry. It was an accident,” you reiterated, trying to keep your voice steady, but this man just wouldn’t give you a break.
“Sure, it was,” he said sarcastically. "Maybe if you spent less time with your head in the clouds and more time assessing the people around you, you'd be less of a problem."
You were, once again, taken aback by the hostility. Your pulse quickened, you hadn’t done anything wrong. Nothing. You had simply wanted to leave that suffocating event. But, despite this guy’s clear distaste for the wealthy, you were inclined to agree. You had enough clientele in your career to attest and support his claims, but still.
“I don’t think the punishment is befitting of the crime,” you frowned, an unspoken connotation that referred to how mean he was being to you and you didn’t appreciate it.
He scoffed again, though this time it was more of a weak exhale and it held less weight in it. He shifted his feet to start walking forward, but he paused, his face holding a small grimace, clearly not meaning for you to see that.
It hit you then and there. The exhaustion in his eyes was undeniable, as though every word he said drained him more than he cared to admit. His body was swaying unnaturally as he stood in front of you, and you bumping into him must have exacerbated whatever he was already going through.
He wasn’t just angry at you; he was angry at everything. Maybe it wasn’t about you at all. Maybe it was just about his own tiredness, his own frustration with the world around him.
Against your better judgment, you opened your mouth. “You look tired,” you said gently. “It’s been a long night, hasn’t it?”
His expression faltered in surprise, only for a second, before he quickly masked it with a scowl. “That’s none of your business,” he muttered, but the anger in his voice was quieter now.
You didn’t reply. There was no need for further words; you understood to a certain extent what he was feeling and he knew that you weren’t going to relent.
You mustered up a small nod, a finality, as you turned around to leave, but not before glancing back at the man once more. “Good night, I hope you feel better.”
You didn’t look back to see if he was going to say something nor did you stay to hear if he was. As you walked away, you couldn’t help but take in his features, imagine them without the scowl that overtook his face.
Being in fashion allowed you to see physical features in depth. He was young, looked about to be your age. His features were a delicate harmony of sharp angles and soft curves, his eyes, dark and intense, were very reminiscent of an angry fox. You reckoned that his fox-eyes would look marvelous had he been smiling.
You shook your head, continuing to walk towards the direction you intended to in the first place. You had no idea where it led, but you didn’t really care anymore. You just needed to walk that experience off.
But that was before you realized that it was restaurant, a nice looking one. As if on cue, your stomach started rumbling. The function provided dinner, but there was no way you were going back in there.
It was nicer on the inside than the outside. However, you were a bit surprised to find the entire place empty, the tables all wiped clean with the corresponding velvet seats tucked in, save for one, lone waiter who was on their way to approach you.
“I’m terribly sorry,” he began to apologize profusely, bowing slightly to emphasize his point. “We had just closed the daily restaurant to get ready for our overnight bar.”
“Oh,” you faltered, resisting the urge to deflate on the spot at the information.
The disappointment must have been apparent on your face. The waiter perked up to get your attention, clearing his throat. “Would you like to get a table or sit by the bar to wait for the opening? I reckon we’d be able to do so in less than thirty minutes.”
“A-Are you sure?”
He gives you a shrug in response. “It’s just me for now, anyway.”
The next thing you knew, he was beckoning you over with a small wave of his hand. You chose to sit by the furthest corner of the bar, thanking him with a small whisper that carried the biggest gratitude you could offer for tonight.
You were getting a bit dizzy, when was the last time you ate? It didn’t matter now, a drink or two - or maybe, ten - was what you currently needed.
As if on cue, the distinct clinking of glass sounds from your ear and the familiar slide of it nears your direction. It was a strawberry fizz, you reckoned, the mixture of said fruit and vodka with a hint of tang in it wafting up your nose.
You frowned, looking up at the bartender in palpable confusion. “It’s not much, it was the only thing I could make given my time constraint,” says the waiter, who was apparently also a bartender, who shrugged in nonchalance.
“Uhm, thank you. I would have been fine waiting, me sitting here was enough of a bother for you,” you softly replied. You took the cocktail, sipped on it, your face lifting up in a pleasant surprise. “It’s good, but why?”
“You looked like you needed it,” he said. His voice was calm, like the sound of rain against a window. “Don’t worry about it, it’s on the house.”
Maybe you really did look that downtrodden. Shame started creeping up your cheeks, the fact that you were obvious even to someone who you haven’t even been around for more than five minutes was very telling on your end.
He leaned forward, elbows on the counter, and tilted his head toward the stairs. “The rooftop’s empty tonight,” he said casually. “Good place to clear your head.”
He didn’t push. Didn’t say anything else. Just wiped down the counter like he hadn’t just handed you an escape. It was a no-brainer - the open air, the city stretching out beneath, the weight of your thoughts carried away by the wind. Without a word, you stood, drink in hand, and made your way to the stairs.
Indeed, the rooftop was remarkable, by far the most breathtaking thing you’ve ever seen in a while. The stars were twinkling bright tonight, and you were one of the only specks in the world that have been blessed to stare at their beauty all night long. Though, you had a feeling that people aren’t to stare at the stars.
You liked it much better up here. Not a single person to be seen, noise drowned out by sheer distance. This is what you wanted. Distance. To be away. To be gone. And then, before you could stop it, your chest tightened. Tears brimmed your eyes, blurring the beautiful glitter of the stars above the skyline. You covered your mouth to quiet your sobs, but the rooftop was empty and there was nobody to hear your distress.
You felt pathetic. It was everything bottled up inside you - the lonely train ride, the empty house you’d be residing at for three straight months, your stuck-up supervisor who sent you to this God-awful place knowing that nothing and nobody was going to hold you back, and the people you left at the function being happy while you were by the rooftop railing bawling your eyes out.
It was everything. You didn’t know how long you were there for, the cocktail long forgotten on a random table somewhere while you leaned towards the railing, just taking in the wind while more tears flowed from your eyes.
You leaned against the railing, your fingers curling around the metal. As you did, you realized that there was an extra step you could take to get closer to the edge. And so you did. It was a risky position, but everything looked much different up where you were. Your tears lose themselves to the breeze. The city sprawled beneath you, indifferent, endless. This was a distraction, nothing more.
“Hello?”
The thought wasn’t even dramatic, nor was it frightening for you. It was just there. And for a moment, the weight inside you lessened.
“What the hell are you doing? Don’t you know that’s fucking dangerous?”
Maybe you could run away. You had enough money to literally start over anywhere you wanted. You could take an extended vacation, and even if you never worked again, you’d have a good chunk of money still left. The thought of it made more tears in your eyes.
“Hey!”
You were startled out of your thoughts by the sudden voice that cracked through the air. Your hand darted out, gripping the edge of the rooftop to steady yourself.
“What,” you flatly said, not bothering to turn around, mostly because you still felt slightly disconnected from reality.
“I think you should step away from the railing,” they said.
You hummed, annoyed. That voice sounded awfully familiar. “I think you should stop telling me what to do,” you replied sarcastically.
There wasn’t a reply for a second, only the shuffling of shoes and the creak of a closing door. “I just think it’s a very risky position you’re in,” he clicked his tongue. “It’s not worth it.”
“Yeah,” you let out a shaky breath, almost laughing, though it came out more like a sigh. “What, can’t a girl admire the view without being criticized now?”
“Cut the crap. You didn’t come here for the view.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“You obviously came from that godforsaken party in the hall down the lobby. Why aren’t you down there having the time of your life?”
Your death grip loosens from the railing. You turned sharply, breath uneven, ready to mouth off to whoever was behind you, and you were faced with the last person you ever expected to see in a setting like this.
It was the attractive, fox-eyed man you had bumped into earlier. His face was calm, devoid of any panic at seeing you so close to the edge of the rooftop. He didn’t lunge toward you, didn’t bark orders or plead. He just stood there, arms crossed, watching you with an unreadable expression. It was such a contrast from his scowl when you encountered him.
“That’s none of your business,” you gritted your teeth angrily, more tears starting to form in your eyes, looking up to stop them from falling. “I don’t need to hear how snooty my kind of people are from you. Earlier was enough.”
He didn’t move. Didn’t push. Just stayed. “So, what are you doing here, then?”
“Does it really even matter why?” You snapped, your pulse slamming against your ribs, anger flaring before you could stop it. “I don’t want to be there.”
He shrugged, his observing eyes not leaving yours. “Alright, that’s fair.”
You wanted to scoff, but all you did was avoid eye contact, looking back to your sides to hopefully catch anything but his eyes. “That’s it? You’re not going to ask for more?”
He exhaled, the sound barely audible over the wind. “No,” he said. “Not my place, though I can’t say I’m not curious.”
You raised your brows ever so slightly. You obviously didn’t know this man, but based on the minute encounter you’ve had with him, this seems to be on par with his personality. There were no lectures, no false concern, no sweet nothings to convince you otherwise.
He shifts his foot, his hand slipping in his pocket to retrieve what seemed to be a small packet of cigarette. “Listen, I don’t smoke, not at all,” he said casually. “But there’s a first time for everything. You either do it downstairs with me, or I could stay here with you until you’re done being dramatic.”
That should have made you mad, the way he said was so callous and indifferent, but instead, you couldn’t help but let out a breathy chuckle. You liked this, you decided. Slowly, you stepped off from the edge and chose to sit down on the concrete below it, instead, your back leaning against it, not caring if your dress got dirty.
Certainly not caring at how he would’ve been annoyed had you not listened and how his face softens a little bit, the most miniscule of emotions peeking through at the sight of your tired body and your teary eyes.
Without waiting for your response, he sits down next to you, plopping his ass so close to you that your knees touch each other. He waves the packet of cigarettes in front of you. “Here, take one. Hell, take them all. A friend gave them to me.”
You shook your head, pushing them back. “I stopped.”
“Wonderful,” he hummed. The next thing you knew, he threw the whole packet away, off of the rooftop, to never be seen forever. He only raised a brow at your flabbergasted face. “I wasn’t going to give you one, anyway. Just wanted you to get down.”
You rolled your eyes, but didn’t say anything. The both of you didn’t speak for what felt like an eternity, just the two of you there, each caught in your own thoughts. There was something in the air that kept you from feeling entirely alone.
“I don’t know what you were assuming, but I wasn’t going to jump,” you mumbled after realizing that that’s what it must’ve looked like from his perspective. “I genuinely just wanted to enjoy the view.”
His expression was still unreadable. “I know,” he raised a brow, side-eyeing you for good measure. “You don’t look like you have what it takes. No guts.”
You scoffed, not knowing if you wanted to be amused or be offended at his dig towards you. One thing was for sure, though - whatever he did, it was an effective way to get you out of your head without making you feel worse. You sniffled, embarrassingly so, before you decided to change the topic so as to not make it awkward for the both of you. “Are you here for a drink, too, or something?”
“No,” he replied. “Yunho’s a great friend of mine. Said something about giving this sad girl a fruity ass drink and was worried that you were taking forever to come back downstairs.”
You scoffed, you didn’t even realize that you spent so long in here that the bartender had even noticed your extended absence. He stared at you, watching your expression, before he let out a small chuckle. “I guess you really did need that drink,” he expressed.
You narrowed your eyes, feeling annoyance creeping up your chest at his tone. “You think you’re funny? I’m fine.”
He titled his head towards you. “Your tears are telling me otherwise.”
Your jaw tightened, fingers twitching at your side. You hadn’t even realized you were still crying until he pointed it out, and somehow, that only made the frustration burn hotter in your chest. “Is this a thing of yours? Judging everything you see at first sight?”
Suddenly, he frowns. “Look, if this is about earlier, I do admit that the things I said were way out of line.”
You clicked your tongue in annoyance. “What an inspiring apology.”
“I’m not apologizing,” his tone was blunt, almost irritated, like he didn’t want to be having this conversation in the first place. “Nothing personal.”
“Could’ve fooled me.”
“Still,” he sighed, “It doesn’t feel right leaving someone up here looking like they might just let the wind take them.” You rolled your eyes at that. “And I’m not an ass. Not entirely, anyway.”
“I told you,” you let out a frustrated sound from the back of your throat. “I just really needed air. Been a shitty day for me, is all.”
“Why? What’s wrong?”
You weren’t even surprised at the casualness of his voice anymore. He sounded almost careless, like he wasn’t used to talking to people like he was doing right now. Still, you were perplexed when he asked. “Personal crap, especially work, the usual suspects,” you shrugged, cryptic as possible. He wasn’t the only one who wasn’t used to talking about certain things. “So, do you work here?”
He peers at you. “Something like that. Occasionally, yeah. Usually, I do drink here but my mood was kinda ruined when someone bumped into me earlier.”
Well, two can play this game of being cryptic about work. You narrowed your eyes, but before you could respond, he cleared his throat. “Anyway, tell me what’s up with work, then. Might make you feel better to talk about them.”
You raised a brow, skeptical. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
He stared at you dead in the eye. His fox-shaped eyes looked so intense that for a second, you faltered. “Try me,” he deadpanned.
You had nothing against this man, but you were still wary. He was a stranger, after all. “I did come from that party down the hall. I, uhm, it was just suffocating,“ you said carefully.
“Interesting. I thought those bullshit events are supposed to be fun and all. All the dickheads that come out of there always brag about them,” he murmured. You raised a brow in question. “There’s a huge ass banner above the hall,” he explained. “Not social, I suppose?”
You took a second to think. “No,” you admitted. “Not really.”
“Then why the hell are you even there, then?” He raised a brow sarcastically.
“Because that’s kind of my job? I don’t know how else to tell you,” you frowned, though you couldn’t argue back with that one since you do get his vision. You didn’t know how to tell him that it wasn’t that simple.
He begins to shake his head as if disbelieving the things that were coming out of your mouth. If you were a douchebag, to be crass, you would’ve socked his pretty face immediately. He was lucky that it was you he was encountering. Or maybe someone else has already done it. Fox-eyes to you was such an interesting character.
“That can’t be it,” he scoffed. “You’re telling me that you were crying because you can’t put your big girl pants on and suck it up?”
You blinked owlishly at his bluntness, but he wasn’t finished. “So fucking quit then,” he chuckled sarcastically. Then, he mumbles something under his breath, something you were pretty sure you weren’t supposed to hear.
“I swear you rich people always have something to cry about.”
It was definitely a stark reminder of the things he had told you earlier when you bumped into him. You understood him, you really did, because things like those never come out of nowhere. You were positive that he probably experienced something that left a bitter taste in his mouth.
“You wouldn’t understand, then,” you shook your head.
Just then, he laughed. That caught you more off guard than anything he’s done so far tonight, if you were being frank. You have to admit, he had a very pretty laugh, sure it was a little bit pitchy and squeaky than you’d like, but for some reason, it did suit him.
“You’re right, I won’t, and to be completely frank with you, I don’t want to. I wish I had your problems because I know I won’t be such a pussy about it,” he sighed, long and hard. “But you’re the one moping right now, not me. I can’t stand people like you, but lay it on me, anyway.”
And he was very crass, too. Such a contrast from the overly respectful and polite environment you were used to. It was very refreshing, regardless of his mean and underhanded comments. One thing you absolutely detested was false positivity, and this man was able to provide you the opposite in less than thirty minutes of you knowing him.
There was absolutely no sympathy in his tone, none at all, and in a way, you liked it that way. You didn’t need sympathy. It suddenly dawns on you why - it all came down on the supposed wealth he thought you had. You lived in luxury, and you got everything you wished for immediately, so to him, that must mean that you had no reasons to be down.
“My job sucks,” you muttered, half to yourself. “It’s just miserable. I’m required to be in the presence of people I don’t care about to make a profit with their money that I won’t even get to touch and impress some big kahuna I don’t even care about.”
He hummed, nodding his head to indicate that he was listening. “So, an existential crisis disguised as work complaints?”
You snorted. “I suppose so, yes.”
“How tragic,” he lets out a short, unimpressed breath, barely sparing you a glance. “Must be hard.”
You closed your eyes to contain yourself, just when you thought that maybe he was showing some sympathy, but you get it. You were one of the few lucky ones out there. You were willing to bet that you earned what he did in a full week within half the day.
So yes, in a way, you understood, and even though his hostility isn’t making you feel any better, you welcome it with open arms. You exhaled the breath you didn’t realize you were holding. “You sound like you hate your job, too.”
“Oh, a thousand-fucking-percent,” he didn’t hesitate to supply, spitting on the ground to make his point stronger. “I fucking hate it with every inch of my life. But it works.”
You wanted to ask what it was he did, but you held back. “So, you understand where I’m coming from, then?”
He gave you a look, something unreadable flickering behind his expression, but then he just shook his head. “No. We’re different. It’s not about whether I like it or not, it’s about whether I can survive doing it. The same should apply to you.”
You frowned. “That’s a really depressing way to look at life.”
“Yeah, well,” he leaned his face closer to yours. You didn’t move an inch, mesmerized at how prettier his eyes were up close. “Tears can’t pay my bills. You’re probably getting paid right now as we speak.”
For the first time ever since you had this conversation, burning shame encapsulates your insides, a trailing fire in your pit that didn’t cease to be put out. He was right, and he knew it. He scoffed, leaning away. The silence stretched again, but this time, it wasn’t uncomfortable. Just heavy. Shared.
After a while, he spoke again, his tone quieter. “You quitting?”
You shrugged. “I’ve gotten to a point in my career where I wouldn’t know what to do if I did.”
“So, all of this was for naught then? Wasted tears?”
“Pretty much, yeah.”
He hummed like he understood. He didn’t question it, didn’t argue, didn’t say anything at all for a long moment. His face was unreadable, his posture relaxed, but his fingers tapped absently against his leg. He leaned his head back on the railing, closing his eyes.
“Find something,” he mumbled, eyes still shut. His voice was so low that you didn’t even realize he was talking to you at first. “Then start figuring out how to get there.”
“If it were that easy, I would have done it,” you sighed.
He sighed back. “I never said it was. We have only one life to live, but it doesn’t mean that we only have one life to lead. You’re in a position to be anything for yourself, one that won’t drain you mentally and emotionally. Heaven knows that some people don’t even have that option.”
Something about the way he said it made your stomach twist. Like he wasn’t just talking about you. You stayed silent, internalizing what he said. Just who was this man you had encountered tonight?
He was right. You had witnessed it first hand. The amount of people you’ve known and lost who have experienced a burn out so bad that they had pretty much lost their minds over it and it never recovered. They were the reason you were still here; you didn’t want to be like them.
You watched him stand up, raising your head to look at his towering figure as he looked down on you. “You want another drink?” He asked softly.
You hesitated. Then, with a quiet sigh, you nodded. He nodded back, turning toward the rooftop door. “Alright,” he said, as if that settled something. “Wipe your tears and freshen up. I’ll tell Yunho.”
And just like that, he had disappeared from your sight. It was as if nothing happened, like your encounter with him was a fever dream.
When you were sure that you looked at least presentable, like you didn’t just cry over your job in front of a total stranger who disliked you for your money, you made your way back downstairs, pleased to see that the bar had picked up and that the bartender earlier was busy with the patrons.
But the fox-eyed man was nowhere to be seen. Not on the bar stools, not on the tables that were spread out.
Your heart sank as you sat in the exact spot you were at before you went to the rooftop, waving your hand subtly at the bartender who immediately walked over you with a questioning look. Your mouth suddenly went dry, and then, you wanted to hit yourself. You didn’t even get fox-eyes’ name.
“He’s gone, sorry. He’s not really one to stay for long because of his job,” the bartender - Yunho - explained with an apologetic tone, reading the look on your face. “He did leave you this, though.”
Déjà vu settles over you from head to toe when Yunho hands you another drink, the very same drink. Only this time, he has a genuine smile on face as gave it to you. “He already paid for it, says his apologies for not staying,” he leaned over the table closer to you with a smirk. “So, how’d you know each other?”
“We don’t,” you supplied truthfully. “We bumped into each other tonight.”
“Ah,” he sounds out an acknowledgement. “I’m sorry you had the displeasure, then. He, uhm, can come off as very strong,agree personality wise. As his friend, I hope he didn’t offend you.”
You think about the sound advice he left you before he disappeared and shook your head. “Don’t be, I do agree that he’s, uh, quite assertive, but he seems like a very insightful person.”
He raised a brow in amusement. “You sure about that? I remember wanting to throw him off the rooftop when I first met him.”
You nodded, laughing. “I’m sure. He has a refreshing personality.”
Yunho stared at you with a very inquisitive look. You squirmed in your seat, his eyes were quite sharp, now that you were up close and personal with him. What was up with you encountering very unnerving people tonight? Were fox-eyes and his friends really this daunting?
“Hold on a moment, please,” he murmured, finally leaning away, only for him to open a cabinet you didn’t know was there and grab a sticky note, scribbling something quickly on it before handing it to you. Confused, you took it, and gave him a questioning look as your eyes settled on the pad. It was a phone number, that you could tell.
“Look,” he began awkwardly, avoiding eye contact as he scratched the back of his neck. “I’m not supposed to do this, and this is literally a violation of my job, but that,” he pointed at the paper. “Call that number if you ever need a companion. You really look like you need it.”
“Is it his number?” You blurted out, gripping the note.
Yunho shook his head. “No. I would never do that, he would butcher me on the spot. But it is directly related to his job.”
“That…does not sound sketchy at all,” you trailed off, your frown getting deeper as you felt more unsettled.
He shrugged, turning around for you to think about it, and coincidentally, another patron from the bar flagged him, anyway, so he would have left regardless. Tonight was definitely the weirdest night of your life.
You put the now crumpled note in your purse as you finished your drink fast, intending to forget about it even though it was given to you in good will.
You knew that called companions did exist for lonely people. It was a whole new meaning to ‘call a friend’. You’d occasionally hear your co-workers gush about it every lunch break, that the experience was life-changing.
Regardless, you thought it was pathetic to resort to doing it. Being alone sounded more appealing than being so desperate to be with someone that you’d pay for their time. You would never, ever call that number.
You called the number the next day.
But not without doing a little bit of research, of course. While you were browsing, you were genuinely surprised to see that called companions were a booming business, a billion-dollar one, even.
In a way, you understood, especially for the wealthy. Lord knows that you know plenty of people who’d rather die alone than have people around them only for their cash. Paying for comfort sounded logically sane even though the concept seemed uncomfortable for some, even for you.
You pay for a temporary friend and when your time is up, it’s like it never happened. No strings attached, no worries. You paced the living room back and forth as you chewed on your nails anxiously as you waited for the other line to pick up, the prolonged ringing echoing in your ears grating, and for a second, you were concerned that Yunho had played a mean prank on you.
The conversation with fox-eyes made you realize how truly lonely you were, that maybe you really did just need someone to talk with. You hoped that you could see him again, you wished to talk to him once more, but you knew that was wishful thinking on your end.
We only have one life to live, but we have only one life to lead. That never left your mind, repeating in your head like some sort of gospel like it was the answer and solution to all your problems.
You didn’t care anymore, you were at an all-time high desperation. Besides, you weren’t staying here. You’d be gone in three months by the time that the company branch would be good to stand by themselves.
“Thank you for calling The Wonderland of Desire and Utopia where your hands aren’t the only thing that’ll be busy tonight, and where there’s no small talk, just big conversations. Our lines are open, but so are we. My name is Kang Yeosang, would you like to set an appointment?”
Your foot stopped halfway from taking a step, still in the air, as your jaw dropped at what you had just heard. Your eyes were wide with disbelief, especially at how deep the voice was on the other end. Well, that was certainly one way to begin a phone call like this.
“I know, right? Most of our clients say the same thing!”
You yelped, audibly startled. You mentally cursed, you must’ve said that thought out loud like a blithering idiot. But more than that, what in the hell did you just call? Was Yunho really playing a mean prank on you?
“Uh, h-hi, uh, I’ve never done this before,” you laughed nervously. “Can you explain how this works and how…discreet it is?”
Yeosang hums thoughtfully, his voice taking in on a cheerful note as he lets out a merry laugh. “Our services are very discreet, rest assured. We make our workers sign an NDA that our clientele can set up, if need be. Our companionship requires a certain level of respect and vice versa.”
“I see,” you murmured, sitting down on the couch to get your footing. Something tells you that this will permanently change the trajectory of your life. “So, how does this work? Like I said, I’ve never done this before…”
“If I may, you seem to be the shy type,” Yeosang said. “Usually, almost all of our clients are repeat customers, so that means they have their go-tos. Our rates are by threes and are extendable, of course. Would you like me to send a list of companions and call back?”
That didn’t sound too bad, three hours seems like a very reasonable time for you, especially if all you’re looking for was a friend who you’ll hopefully click with and take a liking to.
“No, no need,” you denied politely. “Would you be able to pick out one for me? I-I’m not really fussy.”
There was a pause on the line, the discernible clicking of the keyboard filling in the silence. “Are you free by nighttime?” Yeosang asked. You made a small sound of agreement. “I have someone perfect for you. I can vouch for him, he’ll make the entire experience very comfortable for you.”
Your chest heaved as Yeosang talked about the rate and the payment as well as the paperwork he was to send you in a bit that details your companion’s details. You did like this bit of the process - hell, if you were about to pay someone for their time, as sad as that is, you did want to know things about them, at least.
Before you knew it, you were being thanked for your payment and you were thanking Yeosang for the help. A file was sent to your email so you quickly opened your laptop.
It didn’t really hit you what you’ve done until you’ve hung up and the only thing around you was silence. “Oh my God,” you muttered in horror as you opened the file and read the contents.. “Did I just do that…?”
Recipient: Kang Yeosang - Wonderland of Desire and Utopia
Subject: Companion Information (Important!)
Name: Jung Wooyoung
Birthdate: November 26, 1999
Current Residence: Busan, South Korea
Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius
Blood Type: A+
Height: 173 cm (5’8”)
Allergies: None
Tattoos: Four
Piercings: Four
Green: soft touches, massages, bondage, exhibitionism, blindfold, degradation, age play, biting, spanking, corruption
Yellow: multiple participants, feet, breath play, wax play, CNC, voyeurism, somnophilia
Red: knife play, furries, assault, food play, uncommon roleplays, blood, other bodily fluids besides arousal, watersports
You blinked repeatedly, frozen on the spot. You even went as far as rubbing your eyes before re-reading the entire thing. Did Yeosang send you the wrong information? This was a bit too oddly specific for just a called companion.
You could feel your face heat up as you soaked the information one by one. And blood? You practically gagged, that certainly something you had no interest in knowing, but now, there was no way to unread all of this.
“Jung Wooyoung,” you mouthed silently, feeling and testing the weight of the name on your tongue. It had a nice ring to it, you thought it was a very pretty name. There was no picture attached to the file. Not that it mattered, appearances definitely don’t mean a single thing to you.
It was when you were done eating and were currently washing the dishes when the doorbell rang. Another thing you fancied with this house was that there was an intercom in the kitchen so you didn’t have to go directly towards the door. You were suddenly reminded of fox-eyes, wondering what he would say about rich people and their toys. You could picture the sneer on his face and it brought a smile to your face.
“Come in! I already unlocked the door for you. Go straight and you’ll see me in the kitchen,” you talked through the intercom, hoping the crackling of it hid the nervousness in your voice.
The telltale sign of someone entering the house made your nerves shoot up. You were still washing the dishes and putting them on the rack, you didn’t want to break anything, but you were just very nervous. Your back was turned from the new incomer and it was when you heard the shuffling of feet from behind you.
“J-Just a m-moment,” you stammered pathetically. “L-Let me just wash my hands…”
Your heartbeat thrummed in your ears, drowning out everything else. He was here - right behind you. You could practically feel the subtle shift in the air. A faint, amused chuckle sent a shiver down your spine.
“Take your time, dollface. I have all the time in the world to make you relax,” the newcomer’s voice was smooth, it was husky and had a teasing edge to it that literally made your knees want to buckle.
You took a deep breath, steeling yourself, and turned around. That was a mistake. The polite, neutral greeting you had prepared died in your throat the second you saw him.
Apparently, he was just as surprised as you. The cocky smirk he had on his face as he was leaning on the dining table fell down in slow motion to be replaced with shock as he took your face in.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” the fox-eyed man you wanted to see again scoffed in disbelief, shaking his head as if this was a nightmare he couldn’t wait to wake up from. “You? You’re L/N Y/N?”
“And you’re Jung Woooyung,” you drawled out, biting your lips after saying it out loud.
“Why?” Wooyoung asked, tone snappy, challenging you, it seemed. “Did you have something else named for me in your pretty little head? What is it? Asshole? Jerk? Doucheface?”
You hesitated, holding the edge of your skirt in a tight bunch in your fist. The gesture doesn’t escape Wooyoung’s attention, but he doesn’t make a comment on it. Finally, you shook your head and shrugged. “Fox-eyes.”
His brows twitched. “Excuse me?”
A sharp exhale heaves from your chest. You turned your head to avoid eye contact with him, a deep crimson coating your cheeks. “Fox-eyes. Your, uh, eyes. They reminded me of a fox.”
You caught the way Wooyoung’s eyes were trying to decide if he should just walk out now or endure the rest of the night. He crossed his arms, staring you down. You shifted your feet, uncomfortable at how intense his eyes were.
“Unbelievable,“ he muttered under his breath, but due to how silent the house was, you were able to hear it. “It’s like this world is forcing us to meet at every turn.”
You couldn’t agree more. Here you were, literally thinking about how you didn’t mind it if you saw him again, but now that he was not only in front of you but literally in the house, you didn’t know what to do.
He began rounding the table until he was only a couple of feet away from you. Instinctively, you stepped back. He narrowed his eyes irritatingly. “I’m not going to eat you.”
You frowned. “Could’ve fooled me.”
His lips twitched into a small smirk ever so slightly, it was very reminiscent of what you told him last night and you were pretty sure that he was thinking the same thing.
“Anyway,” he continued. “Were you really that lonely? You were many things, but the last thing I expected was for you to call a service so you wouldn’t be alone. Money really isn’t everything, huh?”
And there it was. You purse your lips, deciding to ignore his last statement. Nothing good was going to come out of it.
It certainly wasn’t helping that you were able to look at him up close and personal now that your tears weren’t clouding your eyes and it was brighter than the rooftop. My God, you thought. He was more attractive than you initially thought. His eyes were sharper, his nose more upturned, and his lips were plumper and juicer.
Wooyoung started to massage his temples as if he was already tired before the conversation even began. “Let’s discuss boundaries, both for you and me. Let me know anything, and I mean anything, even if it’s just as simple as turning the lights off or not.”
You crinkle your brows in confusion, but he continued. “I also want to know your pain tolerance, and especially your safe word. This is my job and I do take it seriously. If there’s anything you’re looking for, I need to know before we begin.”
“H-Hold on, what on Earth are you talking about?” You blurted out, your entire face completely scrunched up in visible confusion. “Why do we need the lights off? And pain? What—”
He scoffed, eyes darkening as his jaw locked in impatience. “Y/N,” he deadpanned, voice devoid of any emotion. His tone sent shivers up your spine once more. “This is already humiliating for me as is, and if this is your way of getting back at me for last night, don’t.”
“I really don’t know what in the hell you’re talking about, seriously,” you said exasperatedly as you slowly got more and more aggravated at what’s happening.
Wooyoung stopped talking, his eyes lighting up with something like he just realized something. He narrowed his eyes, his head tilting slightly as he studied you in a way he hadn’t before.
Something in his expression shifts into an even deeper realization and his eyes widened, a startled gasp leaving his lips. Wooyoung looked so shocked that the way his entire body stiffened honestly scared you.
“You don’t know,” he whispered, his voice taking on a horrified note. “Holy shit, you have no idea.” A dry laugh escaped him, short and bitter. "Unbelievable."
You blinked. "Know what?"
His expression didn’t change. He just kept staring at you, unblinking, his breathing slow and measured. Your pulse kicked up. "You’re freaking me out," you admitted, forcing out a nervous laugh.
Still, he said nothing. His silence stretched too long, too unnatural, until finally, he let out a sharp exhale and raked a hand through his hair. "No fucking way."
Your stomach plummeted. "Okay, what is going on?”
“I need to ask you something,” he said slowly, voice eerily careful. “How did you wind up calling the number you did?”
For a moment, you thought about lying, but there was no point. “Yunho gave it to me,” you admitted. “Said to call if I need a companion.”
Wooyoung exhaled sharply, his fist lightly bumped the table. His jaw tightened impossibly more than you thought possible. His intensity was honestly worrying you. “That motherfucker,” he hissed, gritting his teeth. “I’ll kill him.”
Something in your stomach twisted as you watched him rub a hand over his face in frustration. “Listen to me, dollface,” he muttered. “I have to refund you your money.”
You were confused. “What? Why?”
“Because,” he snapped, his eyes widened in anger. “I’m not here to be your friend. I’m here for a different type of job. I want you to think really, really hard right now. Use that noggin of yours, think.”
But how were you supposed to do that? You were the director of the biggest fashion chain in the country, pressure was one you were used to, but right now, you couldn’t think straight. You swear you’ve never been so confused in your entire life.
“I still don’t—”
“I’m a sex worker, Y/N. A male prostitute, if you will. I get paid for sex. To fuck.”
At first, it still didn’t hit you what he was saying, but when it did, everything clicked all at once. The weird conversation with Yeosang, the overly kinky information sheet, the boundary talk, the lights, pain—
“Oh my God,” the blood on your face disappeared and you paled. "Oh my God."
How could you be so stupid? You quickly turned to him even though you wanted the earth to swallow you whole. “I didn’t know, I swear to God I didn’t know. I wouldn't have called, I swear.”
His jaw clenched. "Yeah. I figured that out about five minutes ago."
“B-But Yunho,” you blurted out.
“He didn’t know,” he sighed exasperatedly. “Called companions do exist, but I wasn’t exactly going to tell my friend that I fuck people for living now, would I? He gave you the number in good faith, because I told him I was a regular companion.”
It all made sense now. All that conversation of him hating his job and why he looked so forlorn about it, why he didn’t want to talk about it, everything made so much sense now.
A long silence stretched between you, thick and crackling with something unspoken. You tried very, very hard not to think about the actual reason why Wooyoung was technically here. If you blushed now, it would be very obvious to him what you were currently thinking.
Amidst that, you couldn’t stop the ache in your chest. You were an idiot, he did say that this was humiliating for him, and now you knew why. You thought about all of the things he said on the rooftop.
He gave you a look, something unreadable flickering behind his expression, but then he just shook his head. “No. We’re different. It’s not about whether I like it or not, it’s about whether I can survive doing it. The same should apply to you.”
“You’re in a position to be anything for yourself, one that won’t drain you mentally and emotionally. Heaven knows that some people don’t even have that option.”
Something about the way he said it made your stomach twist. Like he wasn’t just talking about you. You stayed silent, internalizing what he said.
You didn’t want to assume, one blunder was enough for tonight, but it would greatly explain his aversion to, as he would put it, rich people and their drama.
“Stop that.”
You swiveled your head towards Wooyoung’s direction, confused if he was even talking to you. “What?”
“Stop that,” he repeated through gritted teeth. He pointed at you haughtily with his index finger. “That look in your face, that pity. I hate it, I don’t need it. Certainly not from you.”
You tilted your head. “I’m not, though. I think you’re quite resilient.”
It was true, but of course, he wasn’t going to believe anything that comes from your mouth. “Really?” Wooyoung scoffed sarcastically. “Is this rich people lingo? Anything that deviates from what’s proper is seen as quirky and shit? Or is it because my job is seen as dirty?”
A frown settles on your face. You knew what he was doing, he was trying to pick a fight, just like he did when you met him for the first time. “Wooyoung,” you said slowly, the weight of his name heavy on your tongue this time. “You know I don’t have a problem with what you do, right?”
He stilled, and for the first time since this whole mess unraveled, he actually looked surprised. Not angry, not disbelieving, just surprised. Like he genuinely wasn’t expecting you to say that.
“Well,” you cleared your throat, turning around to open the fridge nearby before looking at him from behind your shoulders. “I was about to help myself with dessert when you came. I believe I made too much of it.”
It was an open invitation, one you hope he’d take. He narrowed his eyes at you and you could clearly see the simmering anger in them. He shook his head, still looking at you like he wasn’t sure what to make of you.
But then, he exhaled softly. “Where can I wash my hands?”
You perked up, your chest feeling lighter. “You’re staying?”
Wooyoung gave you a look. “Don’t make me change my mind.”
“Why?”
He shrugged. “I might as well. You paid for my time, and plus, if I’m going to be pissed about this whole situation, I might as well get pissed off eating dessert. Now, can you please tell me where the bathroom is? I’m not particularly interested in eating with dirty hands.”
It's how you found yourself trying hard not to stare at Wooyoung as he helped himself with the cheesecake you whipped up quickly for yourself this afternoon while you were passing time. You swallowed, how can this man be this attractive by just eating?
“Damn,” he mumbled, nodding in approval before he looked at you impassively. “This is pretty good. You could just quit your shitty job and do this, it’s lucrative.”
Your heart just did a flip-flop then and there. Looks like he still remembered what the both of you talked about. “Hmm. I’m not as good as you think. I bet you could do better.”
Wooyoung raised a brow, a small smirk playing on his lips. “What gave it away?”
You leaned forward, your elbows leaning on top of the table. “You don’t just suggest someone to switch careers. Only someone who makes food, themselves, knows what tastes good enough to sell.”
That actually got a real laugh out of him - not bitter, not forced - just tired, a little exasperated, but real. “You are, by far, my strangest client, dollface,” he shook his head. “And that’s saying a lot.”
Your lips twitched, fighting off a smile. “I’m serious,” he said. “When I get called over, it’s usually not to eat cheesecake with my clients.”
You hummed, mostly to hide how nervous you were to ask your next question. But when you tried to open your mouth and ask away, nothing really came out.
Wooyoung rolled his eyes at you. “Just ask,” he said. “It literally doesn’t bother me anymore. Were you going to ask how I got into sex work?”
You blushed beet red, nodding sheepishly. He scoffs, but it wasn’t out of malice, it was more of teasing disbelief. “Lesson one, Y/N. If you want something in life, all you have to do is ask.”
“Anyway,” he took a big bite out of the cheesecake. “It’s quick money. Out here, there aren’t many opportunities for people with lesser education. I have a younger brother depending on me. This is my only way to make a decent living while making my own schedule.”
“I see,” you nodded in understanding. “What about your parents?”
Wooyoung’s face darkened, and for a second, you regretted even asking in the first place. “Mum passed from giving birth to my brother, dad can’t hold a job to save his skin so he relies on me. Make this the last time you ask about him, though, I detest him.”
“Yeah, that makes two of us,” you mumbled more to yourself, but of course, that doesn’t escape Wooyoung’s attention.
“Huh. So not only are you so lonely and desperate that you resort to seeking comfort with a prostitute, but you also have daddy issues,” he said flatly without missing a beat.
You snorted at that. As insensitive as it is, when he puts it like that, it does make a lot of sense. You couldn’t get mad at Wooyoung for that, if anything, it puts things into perspective and it eases your mind a little. “Thanks,” you smiled.
He huffed out a laugh. “You’re thanking me for being an ass to you?”
“For being real,” you gently corrected. “As unsympathetic as you come off, it’s not like the things you’ve told me weren’t true.”
He hummed. “You are an oddball.”
You didn’t reply, staring down your plate that had the unfinished cheesecake. You just realized something and your appetite started to wane down, and you almost felt bad. He noticed this and raised his brow at you. “What?”
“When I bumped into you yesterday,” you mumbled, poking your cheesecake with your fork absentmindedly. “No wonder you looked tired. Did you just, uhm.”
You didn’t know how to say it, you didn’t know what to say without sounding like you were prying, especially when you said that what he did didn’t bother you. For a moment, he didn’t say anything - just stared at you like he was trying to decide if he should be amused or annoyed. You both knew what you were trying to ask.
“Yeah, I just finished working that night,” he admitted, leaning back on the chair with a deep sigh as he stared up at the ceiling. Somehow, he looked even more tired than before. “Client was an asshole. Gave me those nasty cigarettes as half of the payment.”
“And you sort of took it out on me,” you said slowly.
He huffed a dry, humourless laugh. “Yes.”
For a second, you thought he might say something more. Maybe an apology for snapping at you, or maybe a thank you for the night, just something to acknowledge whatever had just passed between you two. But nothing. Something in his face changed. Wooyoung pushed the plate away from him as he glanced at his wrist for the time. “I should go.”
You blinked in surprise. "Y-Yeah, sure," you tentatively stood up from your chair and he did the same. He didn’t even look back, just walked straight to the door and held the doorknob.
Wooyoung paused, rolling out his shoulders like he was resetting himself. When he looked at you again, his usual smirk was back, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“I’ll see you when I see you,” he said, his voice light, almost dismissive.
You weren’t sure why that made your stomach sink a little. But, you had to let him go. He technically had no reason to be here. You let out a small huff, shaking your head to yourself. "Yeah. See you around."
And with that, he was gone. You stood there for a moment, staring at the empty space where he’d been, the weight of the night pressing down on you in ways you hadn’t expected.
See you when I see you. Somehow, you got the feeling you would.
The next time you saw Wooyoung again, it was a by-chance. It was a week after, an entire week where you couldn’t stop thinking about Wooyoung.
You had just gotten off of the phone that morning when you decided to get out and cool off. Your boss was already on your ass about the oncoming project, and you did try to protest, but you were quickly shut down without a single hint of patience.
It took everything in you not to chuck your phone out the window. One of these days, you could just envision yourself snapping, but for now, you were going to take it one step at a time.
There was a nearby cafe tucked in a corner that you wouldn’t even have seen at all had you not decided to take a walk around the neighbourhood. The moment you opened the door, you knew you were going to like it there. You were the type to make coffee at home, but a little trip here and there didn’t hurt anyone.
You distracted yourself by grabbing a smaller version of the menu that held pastry options lying on the table as you watched the barista make your coffee delicately. That would have been fine, but it was when you saw him.
Wooyoung took over making your cappuccino as the other barista took another person’s order. Your mind just about exploded by then, it was like he said the other week - that this universe was trying to force you onto one another lately.
You cringed, anxiety flooding you, so you lifted the menu and covered your face with it so Wooyoung wouldn’t see you. That didn’t really do anything, you still peeked from behind the menu to glance at Wooyoung as he worked on your coffee.
You let out a small whimper when your eyes landed on Wooyoung’s arm as they flexed while he worked - there was a medium-sized tattoo of a thorny rose displayed on his veiny arms.
Holy hell, you thought. If that wasn’t attractive enough, his unfairly thin waist kept distracting you from the task at hand and while that may be so, it was pretty obvious that he was built despite all the features mentioned.
As if this world was against you, Wooyoung began to make his way to your table, cup in hand. You didn’t even have time to react and by the time you thought about it, it was too late. He had seen you.
“Well, blow me the fuck down,” Wooyoung smirked as he placed the cup in front of you before crossing his arms. “You’re alive.”
You scoffed, putting the menu down, your head rising to meet his teasing eyes. “Didn’t think you’d even remember me, let alone care that I’m alive, or something.”
Wooyoung narrowed his eyes, crossing his arms tighter against his chest, stepping closer to your table. “Cut me some slack here, dollface. I’m not that much of a dickhead,” he rolled his eyes. “Just surprised to see you, is all. Last time I saw you out, you were an inch away from falling to your death.”
Somehow, your chest warmed at hearing his voice again even though he was definitely the most insensitive person you’ve ever met. “I thought you couldn’t stand me because I’m rich?”
“You’re right,” he agreed flatly. He gestured to your drink and the laptop you had set up while waiting for your order. “Well, carry on doing your rich people thing, I guess. I’ll get back to work.”
You waved him off, pretending that you didn’t care what he said as he walked away. Work was calling you, however, so it was easier to get back in that groove.
But after half an hour of staring at the screen, frustration twisted in your chest. I snapped the laptop shut, pinching the bridge of your nose as you cursed your supervisor to death in your head. You pushed back your chair a little too hard before walking off, grateful to be sat next to the door, but you were held back by a firm hand wrapping around your arm to stop you.
Wooyoung’s eyes met yours when you turned around in irritation. Damn it, he was even more attractive up close. You shook your arm off of him harshly before glaring at him. “What the hell is wrong with you? Let go.”
“Easy, dollface,” he tried to placate you, making a move to hold your arm again. “You need to calm down. I don’t want you walking off when your emotions are all over the place. I could practically feel it behind the counter.”
“So, what?” You hissed, looking around to see if there were people to see the spectacle, but when there were none, you raised your voice a bit at him. “You’re going to keep me hostage now because you’re scared I’d go crazy on the streets?”
“Yes, actually,” Wooyoung answered sarcastically, nodding to emphasize his point. “That’s exactly what I’m going to do, Y/N.”
He grabbed your arm again to pull you and sit you down back on the chair where you just were. You were taken aback when he put his hands on your shoulders firmly as he looked down to you. “My shift will be over in ten minutes,” he began. “You will sit here and wait for me and then we can take a hike somewhere so you can let out whatever’s bothering you.”
You stared at him, completely thrown off. “Why would I do that? Why the hell do you care?”
His face softened, just a little, like he wasn’t playing some game. “Make no mistake, I don’t care about you, not in the slightest,” he sighed. “But, again, I’m not an ass. I’m not about to ignore somebody who clearly needs to unwind.”
You purse your lips, not replying, but not ignoring him. “That look on your face on the rooftop, I can’t. I know what it’s like to be on that deep end.”
"This is ridiculous," you muttered annoyingly. “You’re ridiculous.”
He gave you one last look before turning around, but heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that you were going to stay put. "I’m serious. Whatever’s bothering you, you don’t have to figure it out alone."
You didn’t know what to say, his genuineness caught you off-guard. Just as he said, he really gets off in ten minutes. Wooyoung haphazardly throws his apron on the counter, not caring where it landed, before he cocks his head towards the door. “Let’s go.”
You had no direction in mind, and apparently, neither did Wooyoung. “Where are you taking me?” You asked.
He paused from walking the moment you were both a couple of blocks away from the cafe. “Give me your phone,” he demanded, putting his hand expectantly in front of you.
You blinked, confused. “Why?”
He curls his fingers impatiently, gesturing for you. “Come on, I don’t have time all day.”
Not knowing what else to do, you tentatively hand him your phone, to which he snatched it rather rudely from your hand. He tinkers for it for a moment, his eyes widening slightly in surprise before he glances back up at you. After a while, he gets his own phone and also tinkers with it.
“Here,” he hands you your phone back. He didn’t even look at you and just continued to type on his phone. “I just cancelled another client. We have three hours until I have to go again.”
Oh, you certainly weren’t expecting that. You hurriedly checked your phone and indeed, Wooyoung had just set up another “companion” appointment for you. You reckoned he was surprised because when you looked at the payment option, you had eight different cards that were all filled with cash and he saw.
You blushed hard, your face so hot to the touch that you reckon you’d get burned if you put a finger on your cheek. You knew you weren’t supposed to feel like this, that if you were going to be frank, you two weren’t going to have sex, but the implication was there and you couldn’t help but think about them.
You resumed walking and it felt like it was the most normal thing ever. It wasn’t supposed to be like that, but you followed him, anyway.
“So, what do you do for a living, anyway?” Wooyoung asked good-naturedly the moment he put his phone back in his pocket and looked at you.
“Oh,” you sounded out in surprise, not expecting the question. “I’m a director of something.”
He shakes his head. “No, that’s working to earn money. I asked you what you for a living.”
You blinked at him, momentarily thrown off by the distinction. "What’s the difference?”
Wooyoung scoffed, like you had just said something completely ridiculous. "One is just surviving. The other is actually living."
"I mean, I do work," you tried again, feeling oddly self-conscious under his expectant gaze. "And then I go home. Sometimes I watch something. Sometimes I read. That counts, right?"
Wooyoung tilted his head, unimpressed. "So, you exist."
"Wow, okay, rude," you muttered. “Do you even have a hobby?”
"Relax," he chuckled, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "And yeah, I swim sometimes. I’m just asking what actually makes you feel something. Like, what’s the thing that makes you want to wake up in the morning?"
You faltered. Because, honestly? You weren't sure you had an answer. “I don’t know,” you admitted shamefully, avoiding eye contact with him. “I actually don’t know. Well, what about you, I guess? I didn’t know you worked here, either.”
“Well, there are a lot of things you don’t know about me, Y/N,” he chuckled. “Watch your step. I won’t catch you if you trip.”
You wanted to glare at him, but the hotel entrance held your attention instead. Your mouth went open, it was the same hotel you had the event at. You stared at him in disbelief, the blush now traveling from your cheeks to your ears and neck.
He seems to have realized the same thing you did and rolled his eyes. “We’re not here for that, let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” he scoffed. “I needed a drink, I figured you wanted to tag along. Yunho is working tonight.”
“Fine,” you grumbled, following him to the same resto-bar. Wooyoung looked pleased with your reply.
Just like the last time you went, the daytime restaurant was already closed, the bar part of it getting ready to be in full swing. It was certainly a repeat of the very same night.
“Wow, you guys sure got along better than I initially thought,” were the first words you hear upon entering the empty bar.
Yunho was wiping the counters on the farthest part of the bar, but looked up to comment when he saw the both of you enter. Wooyoung laughed and raised his middle finger up. “You almost fucked me over, too,” he said cryptically. He sits down on one of the barstools and gestures for you to do the same. “Come on, Y/N—”
“Yah, Jung Wooyoung, you absolute bastard, you! You left me with that old bitch tonight—oh, who’s that?”
You winced, a bit startled at the new person’s loud voice that came from the back door. He was wearing a fancy suit, the types you’d see your bosses wear, and my, you thought. He was a pretty boy. Much like Wooyoung.
“Hello, Hongjoong,” Wooyoung said dryly. You cringed when he pats your shoulder once. “Watch it. This one’s my client. A friend, you could say.”
Hongjoong raised a suspicious brow. “A friend? You? You don’t make friends, Wooyoung,” he looks at you up and down in slight distaste. “Certainly not with the rich type.”
“Hongjoong,” Wooyoung warns with a slight edge on his voice. He points at the bartender watching the scene unfold. “Why don’t you tell Yunho to make us four drinks? On this one,” he juts a thumb on you.
You scoffed when Hongjoong left and turned to Wooyoung. “So you took me here to pay for the drinks? Should’ve known you’d only use me for my money.”
Wooyoung laughed, genuinely laughed. His high-pitched voice echoed through the bar, his eyes crinkled up in pure happiness as his mouth split open as he let out that beautiful sound. “You’re funny,” he said. “But no. It’s to appease him. He has a clear distaste for people like you, too.”
“I can see that,” you replied dryly.
“He’s not that bad. A bit straightforward, but he means well. He’s my longest friend.”
“He does what you do, too?”
“Yes, don’t tell Yunho, he doesn’t know either,” Wooyoung said. “Though he does it full-time. I pick my own schedule because I have my job at the cafe and then I have another during the mornings. I unload trucks for that big ass grocery store downtown. You know that one right?”
Your eyes widened at that. “Three jobs?”
"What, you thought this was it? You thought I just fucked people all day, all night?" Wooyoung gestured vaguely to himself. "No. I have to survive. Though you wouldn’t get it, you earn what I earn in those three jobs within a week, probably."
You blinked, unsure how to react to that information. He always carried himself with such infuriating ease, like he didn’t have a single worry in the world. But three jobs? That wasn’t just busy - that was barely surviving. "You’re a hypocrite, then,” you mumbled. “You and I are no different. You have no living either.”
"Gotta do what you gotta do," he shrugged like it was nothing. “Though, I wouldn’t say we’re the same. I’m merely doing it to put food on the table.”
You knew it, at the back of your head, that there was more to Jung Wooyoung than you initially thought, but now, that thought was sprinkled with utmost respect. It was a dangerous thing to feel.
Just then, Yunho approaches where you were seated as Hongjoong chooses to sit beside you and places four shot glasses on the table - one for each of you.
Wooyoung didn’t even get to taste anything, his phone suddenly rang, the shrill of it loud against the empty space of the bar. He takes one look at it and closes his eyes in concealed frustration.
“It’s Seonghwa, fuck,” he cursed, looking at Hongjoong, who looks at him in worry. “Shit, I gotta take this. I’ll be right back.”
Wooyoung runs to the rooftop, not even bothering to see what you’d say about the matter. You watched him go, flabbergasted, and not knowing what to do now that you were basically left with his two other friends.
“Seonghwa’s our boss, you could say. Anyway, what’s a person like you doing with the likes of Wooyoung?” Hongjoong suddenly quipped, downing his shot with a grimace on his face. “Fuck, Yunho, what you put in here? Gasoline?”
“You’ll find out if you suddenly drop dead,” the taller man deadpanned.
You turned to Hongjoong’s direction, frowning. “Believe it or not, this is purely coincidental.”
“I don’t know about that,” Yunho shook his head, downing his own shot without any reaction, which pisses Hongjoong off. “Wooyoung’s a busy person. He doesn’t just bring friends around.”
You couldn’t help the snort that comes out from you. “We’re not friends. He tells me he doesn’t like me all the time.”
“No, no, you don’t understand. It’s one thing to get paid to do…you know,” Hongjoong gives you a look, one that Yunho doesn’t seem to notice. “But it’s another thing to hang outside of that bubble. I’d say he’s fond of you.”
You should have laughed it off, but instead, you sat there, rooted in place, heart stumbling over itself in a way that made you feel unsteady. “Seriously, it’s not like that,” you reiterated. “This is a purely transactional relationship. Nothing else.”
“Doesn’t look like it to me,” Yunho smirked.
Turns out, Wooyoung was right - Hongjoong wasn’t all that bad. If anything, he was equally as wise and insightful as Wooyoung was. You realized it might have been because of what they’ve gone through in life. Makes you really think about the other side of this life.
As it turns out, Yunho and Wooyoung’s mothers were close friends. Life was good until Wooyoung’s mother passed away. On top of that, Wooyoung’s father was a raging alcoholic who had no incentive to look for a job, so that left Wooyoung to fend for his little brother’s needs. It’s no wonder why Wooyoung looks and sounds so tired all the time.
“Sometimes, Wooyoung doesn’t even want to go home,” Yunho said quietly, glancing up the stairs to see if Wooyoung was there. “If it weren’t for his brother, he wouldn’t even. His dad is getting worse everyday. God, I hate that freeloader.”
“His pride is higher than the sky,” Hongjoong pitched in, his expression crestfallen, his eyes laced with hidden pity for his friend. “Sometimes, we don’t even know where he sleeps, or if he even sleeps. I’m so scared that one day he just won’t show up to work because he’s worked himself to death with his other jobs.”
You understood why Wooyoung feels such hostility towards you. You really did. He works himself to the bone and gets virtually nothing. You had everything you wanted.
“He’s a good person,” Yunho said softly. “You’ve seen it yourself. He’s a certified asshole. Him still hanging out with you is a proof of the opposite. He just doesn’t want to admit it.”
“I’m sure he is,” you said. You just found it difficult to imagine Wooyoung warming up to you.
“He is, and to be fair, it’s not every time a rich person acts normal around these parts of the country,” Hongjoong scoffed. “All they do is step on us. Feed the hungry, feed them shit, feed them bones and politics type of a thing, and in a way, I’m definitely on his side. Trust me, he’s taken a liking to you. Maybe he’s trying to understand.”
“I don’t think that’s going to happen,” you counteracted.
“Listen, Y/N is it? He’s been through a lot with the cards he’s been dealt with. Even if he doesn’t understand, he’ll try. You have to cut him some slack,” Hongjoong eyed your shot, the one you haven’t touched. “You gonna drink that?”
Wooyoung leaned back in his chair, eyeing you like he had officially deemed you a fascinating case study, as he crossed his arms comfortably in front of his chest. “Your turn,” he smirked. “I told you something about me. Tell me things about you.”
The first time you called him again, you told yourself it was just because you had nothing better to do, and maybe Wooyoung didn’t have other clients.
The second time, you told yourself it was out of convenience. As blunt as he was, he was easy to talk to, someone who could distract you without trying too hard.
By the third time, Wooyoung stopped knocking on your door and just let himself in every single time. To be fair, you stopped locking your doors on the nights you knew he was coming.
And by the tenth time, you stopped making excuses. It was an unwritten rule between the two of you at this point - you were lonely and in need of a friend, and he was trying to pass time.
“Well,” you shrugged. “What do you wanna know? There’s not much I can tell you, as you said, I do lead a lonely life.”
He thought about it for a moment. “You aren’t close with your parents?”
“Next question,” you said a bit more hastily than you intended to. They were the last thing you wanted to talk about, you didn’t want to ruin your good mood.
Instead of questioning it, Wooyoung nodded. Your chest almost caved in on itself. He didn’t push, nor did he look remotely disappointed about being denied an answer. “What’s it like?”
“What’s it like to what?”
“I don’t know,” he shrugged, pulling his knees to his chest as he sat comfortably on your couch. “What’s it like to have a lot of money? To never worry about the next day or your next meal?”
You stayed silent, contemplating on what you should say. In the end, you decided to be truthful. “Though I do make a lot of money now, I spent most of life with my parents’ money,” you admitted softly. “The saying is true. It doesn’t buy you happiness.”
“Oh, come off it,” Wooyoung hissed, banging his fist on your coffee table, taking you by surprise. He seemed actually mad - his face was contorted into a grimace, reddened with emotions. “I can’t stand you people, but you know what I can’t stand more? It’s when you people say that bullshit.”
“Wooyoung—”
“No, you listen to me,” he barked, breathing hard. “You get whatever you want, get whoever you want. Money is the world’s oyster, and you have plenty. Why the fuck aren’t you happy?”
You sighed, watching him centre himself and not saying anything to anger him more. You understood where he was coming from, and in truth, you understood more than you’d ever tell him. But no matter how much you explain, Wooyoung will never understand you.
You inhaled deeply, steadying yourself before speaking. “You think money solves everything,” you began, voice measured. “And I get it. It makes life easier. It gives you options. But having money doesn’t mean you automatically have happiness.”
Wooyoung scoffed, leaning back against the couch, arms crossed as he watched you talk. “Money gives you access, not fulfillment. Comfort, not peace. In this world, in a material sense, all of those are true. I never worried about my next meal or my next rent money. ”
You watched Wooyoung’s jaw tense. He licked his lips, turning away from you.
“However,” you continued when you saw he wasn’t going to say something. “It doesn’t buy what’s real and important. It doesn’t buy purpose, love, meaning. If anything, having those makes things harder to find. I don’t have a Yunho or Hongjoong in my life because they’re usually after my money.”
His expression flickered, and you can see the contemplation in his face, but you didn’t stop. “The worst part is I can’t complain. People like you look at people like me and say exactly what you’re thinking. This isn’t my first rodeo, Wooyoung.”
His jaw clenched. “Because it’s true.”
“To you,” you shot back, trying very hard to stay patient despite his biting tone. “This might sound ungrateful, but I didn’t ask to be born drowning in money. What if I was never given the chance to figure it out because everything was always there before I even had the chance to want it?”
Wooyoung just stared at you, something unreadable in his gaze. “I don’t think I’ll ever understand,” he admits after a while. “But, I appreciate you telling me.”
You hummed, accepting the response. He motions to you, and then to himself. “So there’s no point in all that wealth then, because clearly, we both have the same mental issues.”
“You could say that,” you laughed dryly, turning on the TV on the most random channel as background noise.
“I hope it gets easier on you eventually,” he says softly, so softly you almost didn’t hear it if it weren’t you concentrating on his presence. “I hope it also gets easier on me.”
You let out a small smile. “Yeah, me too.”
There were nights you called him just to sit in silence, his steady presence somehow anchoring you. It was to the point that Yeosang memorized your number and their boss, Park Seonghwa, would personally book Wooyoung for you at a discounted rate. That was naturally disgusting for you to think, but it was what it was.
"You really have no one else to bother, huh?" Wooyoung would say the moment he’d enter through your door. Sometimes he brought coffee, sometimes doughnuts, most of the time with nothing but himself.
You’d roll your eyes. "Shut up."
And he would. Not because you told him to, but because he knew when you needed silence. You were getting attached, and that was a very, very dangerous concept to think about. Maybe it was, and perhaps you were, but it never stopped you from booking him.
But the most terrifying thing of all? He never once turned you away.
Granted, you were literally paying him for his time. Of course, he was guaranteed to show up. It was fucked, everything was fucked. You were calling a sex worker not to have sex with them, but for their presence.
Right now, you were at the bar waiting for Wooyoung to finish working with one of his regular clients. Yunho and Hongjoong would keep you company most of the time, and you were beginning to genuinely like their presence as well.
“Come on, why even get a pet, Joong?” Yunho asked exasperatedly as he gave you your free drink, putting his hands on his hips. “That poor animal, you’re barely home.”
“Humans ain’t shit; animals won’t betray you or let you down,” Hongjoong rolled his eyes. He grinned at you. “Isn’t that right, rich girl? Bet you can relate, people usually only want you for your cash.”
You were inclined to actually agree, and you voiced that out loud, much to Yunho’s chagrin. “Sure. What were you planning to get anyway?”
“A dog, a real cutie, I’ll go to an adoption centre,” Hongjoong said proudly.
“For Christ’s sake,” Yunho pinched his nose bridge, before he smirked and looked at Hongjoong teasingly. “Isn’t one bitch in the house enough?”
Your eyes widened, especially at Hongjoong’s appalled face. You had to admit, that was good. “You don’t get it,” Hongjoong pouted. “You hate animals.”
Yunho rolled his eyes. “I don’t hate animals.”
“You hate fish,” Hongjoong counteracted.
“Hate is a strong word. I don’t know how to take care of them.”
“You have an aversion to cats.”
“The fuck? I love cats,” Yunho genuinely looked scandalized by that.
“You hate roosters and cocks.”
“What? I love co…” Yunho trailed off, the smirk on his face slowly fading. “Bastard.”
Indeed, you really did like these two. They made you feel less alone. Now you knew what it felt like to have friends, and it felt great. While those two were bickering, you felt a tap on your shoulder.
Wooyoung cocked his head with a small smirk. “Leave ‘em,” he chuckled. “They could keep going all night.” He holds his hand out and curtsies mockingly at you, not the bad kind. “Ready to go, Your Highness?”
True to his words, Hongjoong and Yunho were still bickering when you walked out. They didn’t even notice that Wooyoung had arrived and was now leaving with you.
You had no direction in mind this time. It was only nearing four in the afternoon, much earlier than the time you would usually see Wooyoung. A nice walk in town wouldn’t hurt for a change. You didn’t want to go to the house this time, you were in a horrible mood.
Your co-workers from your own branch had their getaway without you. Sure, you were technically on the other side of the country, but you weren’t the only one. Some of your co-workers who were sent to other branches went as well.
You were snapped out of your brooding thoughts when Wooyoung elbowed you. “What are you thinking about?”
“Crappy co-workers,” you said, not even bothering to sugarcoat what you really thought.
Wooyoung chortled, sitting down on the park bench that overlooked the entire greenery. You chose to sit with him. If you weren’t tied to your work in Seoul, you wouldn’t mind living here permanently.
“Still don’t like me?” You teased him.
He scoffed, side-eyeing you sarcastically before his eyes returned forward. “No.”
“But you’re here with me,” you shrugged, pulling your cardigan closer to your body as the wind picked up.
“Doesn’t mean I like you,” he pointed out. “Plus, you’re paying me. It’s literally my job to be with you right now.”
“Right,” you chuckled, leaving that conversation for another day. “Can I ask you something?”
Wooyoung hummed a go-ahead answer, a permission for you to ask what you wanted. “You said you have a brother?” He nodded his head once. “May I ask how old he is and what he does when you’re…working?”
“Interesting question, dollface,” he raised a brow. “But it’s oddly on brand with you.”
You shrugged. “I have nothing to lose.”
“I admire the audacity.”
He looked at you then, really looked at you, his usual smirk nowhere to be found. There was something almost vulnerable in his expression. “He’s twelve. When I’m not around I drop him off to his babysitter. I trust Jongho with all that I have to take care of him.”
Wooyoung hesitated, running a hand through his hair before he continued. “He knows,” was all he said.
There was a beat of silence. You waited until he continued. “My brother knows that I do sex work,” he said, a hint of pain laced in his voice like it has always been there. “He knows, but at the same time, he doesn’t understand. I want to keep it that way for as long as I can.”
You have talked about his father before. You never asked, Wooyoung would just talk about him out of the blue, however, this was the first time you talked about his brother.
Every single time you meet with Wooyoung, you learn things about him little by little and you can’t help but look at him differently each time you do. He likes to pretend he isn’t afraid whenever the topic about his family arises.
Behind all that cockiness and bravado, is an exhausted little boy who grew up faster than the world should have let him. You want to imagine you understood.
“He used to be good, you know?” Wooyoung clicked his tongue, putting his hands in his pockets. “My father, I mean. It wasn’t until my mother passed away that he started turning into the alcoholic bastard I now know him to be.”
Somehow, that stung more than you’d like to lead on. The fact that there was a potential in this lifetime for Wooyoung’s life to have been the other way around, only for his own father to snuff it out of him.
“It doesn’t hurt as much to remember, that I could have had what a normal person could have had, but it still fucking sucks,” he said. “This might be cheesy, and I don’t say it often to their faces, but this is why I cherish Yunho and Hongjoong in my life.”
“How so?” You asked, though you had an inkling as to why.
“They’re my chosen family, wouldn’t trade those motherfuckers for anything,” he chuckled, a fond smile spreading through his face. “There’s not a lot of things I believe, not anymore, but I do believe you choose the people you want in your life. Hell, I would have dropped my father a long time ago if I could. It’s the only way I’ll ever get to be free.”
“You will be,” you muttered automatically before you could stop yourself. Wooyoung stared at you expectantly. “Being free, I mean. Time will grant you that right.”
He laughed incredulously, and for a second, you wanted to berate him for putting himself down. “Seriously,” you tried to convince him. “This might be difficult to imagine right now, but this will pass. You never know, maybe you’d get to take yourself and brother away and be your own person eventually.”
“You think I haven’t thought of that?” Wooyoung sighed. “This is all I’ve known all my life, it’s difficult to not get stuck in this rut when all I want most of the time is to kick my father to the curb or to bash my every client’s head who pays me to suck my dick. It’s a cycle; I think, I sulk, I work, because if I don’t, we’ll starve.”
“Well, you’re alive, aren’t you?” You raised a brow in response.
His lips curl in obvious distaste and irritation. “Don’t get me started on what it means to be alive, Y/N.”
“There’s your answer, then,” you shrugged. He tilted his head in confusion. “You’re a fighter, Wooyoung. As long as you're breathing, you keep fighting. You hold onto that vision of your perfect future, and no matter how painful the steps, you keep moving toward it.”
Wooyoung stared at you like you had all the answers to his questions. If you couldn’t read him before, you sure as hell couldn’t now. His expression morphs into something you couldn’t explain, yet it made your heart tremble. “I rely on myself, just making sure that was clear,” he said. “And I want what I know I could have, but goddamn it, why does the thing I want so fucking bad always out of my reach?”
He leans back on the bench, tilts his head up to stare up the sky with the most faraway look in his eyes. “I want to get the fuck out of here,” he swallowed. “So fucking bad.”
“And you will,” you assured him. “You deserve freedom, Wooyoung. Just like me, just like the rest of us. It might not be today, might not be tomorrow, but you will get there someday.”
“God, you really are the strangest rich person I’ve met. It’s like you’ve seen more shit than I have.” He shifts his head in your direction. “Will you get out, too?”
You didn’t know the answer to that. You shrugged. “You asked me before if I wasn’t close with my parents,” you said, instead, the wind carrying your voice for you. “Are you still curious?”
The sharpness in his eyes had softened, just a little. He doesn’t say anything, but he turns his body ever so slightly in your direction to indicate that he was ready to listen. You had to smile at that.
The last thing you wanted to talk about were your parents, but it was time. “I didn’t exactly have the best relationship with my parents, if not, ever. I had no siblings either, so I pretty much grew up alone,” you began, sighing afterwards to brace yourself.
It already pained you to remember these, but your mouth wasn’t going to stop now that you had started. “My mom was the classic narcissist that literally questioned everything I did with all the hours that God had made everyday,” you chuckled bitterly. “Nothing was ever good enough for her.”
“If I’d get an A+, she’d tell me it wasn’t enough since A++ still existed,” you continued, your voice hardening the more you spoke. “I had to lose more weight, I had to act classier, I had to have this, that, and be everything that I already was even though I knew to myself I was good enough.”
You hadn’t meant to rant. Wooyoung titled his head, his entire body shifted fully to your direction at this point. “Your father?”
“He’s a different story,” you let out a dry laugh. “I love him, by God, I still do. But the love he held for my mother blinded him to my suffering and need for comfort when she berated me over nothing. To this day, he still doesn’t believe me when I tell him what mother did.”
“To be quite honest with you,” you spoke. “I don’t know who is the worse between the two.”
Wooyoung was quiet, watching you carefully as he listened to you. “You know what the kicker is?” You shook your head in disbelief. “They’re miserable. My mother stopped loving him a long time ago. But they have to stay together, it would be a disgrace to divorce in our world. It’s utter madness, I tell you. I have to be in the middle of that because I carry the family name.”
It wasn’t much of a secret that this is where your need for isolation started. You’d rather be alone. You already had a lifetime of baggage and weight you didn’t want to pass to anyone.
The silence between you stretched, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was the kind of silence that felt like understanding, like an acknowledgment of something that didn’t need to be put into words.
“I give a quarter of my total earnings to my father,” he said after a while. “Unfortunately, at the end of the day, I do live under his roof. If I didn’t give him my money, he wouldn’t hesitate to not only kick me, but also kick my brother out. His sons.”
He shrugged, exaggeratIng the move, as if he was proving to himself that it didn’t bother him, but you could clearly see through him. “At the same time, he can’t do that,” he clicked his tongue. “I am his only source of income, after all.”
You would consider yourself to be a very sympathetic person, but all the sympathy in the world cannot encompass what you feel for this man sitting beside you. Jung Wooyoung was everything you wished you'd found earlier in your life.
And you wished he found you earlier in life so that maybe, he wouldn’t be alone dealing with all of this. He’d have you even though he didn’t want you.
He stretches his limbs with a small groan before turning back to you with a bright grin on his face. “Both of our families suck ass, huh?”
You thought you were used to how crass he was, but still, he never failed to surprise you. “Yeah,” you laughed. “Yeah, they do.”
The topic just changed from there. You had no idea who started it, but all you know was that right now, Wooyoung and you were talking as if you weren’t his client and you weren’t paying for his time.
The sun was almost setting in the horizon, but the conversation carried on. You had no idea how long you two had been sitting on that bench, it was to a point that you were sure that your butt had imprints on it, nor had you any idea what time it currently was.
Usually, you would check your phone, but you didn’t bring it today. You had no reason to, you didn’t know you’d spend time with Wooyoung outdoors. But it was good, you didn’t want to be interrupted. You were too busy being with Wooyoung.
You wanted to remember this day. You could forget everything that has ever happened to you, but not today. It was the first time Wooyoung had completely let his guard down to talk to you. His gestures were more animated, his face brighter than you’d ever seen it.
“When I was a kid, I loved climbing that big ass tree over there,” he laughed, pointing at the big tree across the park. “Always fell flat on my ass, too.”
He laughed the way he did when he was with Yunho and Hongjoong. Wooyoung said you had money, but you were pretty sure you wouldn’t have enough to pay to see even a glimpse of young Wooyoung back then, before everything.
You probably looked like a fool staring at him the more he talked. You wished Wooyoung could see his own face right now, and all you did was wonder how he used to spend his days and how many more stories of his life he had to tell you.
Tell me all of them, you thought. So I can stay alive for a little while longer.
It was when you felt it - the first fat raindrop that splashed against your cheek. You looked up just as the sky darkened. It startled you a bit, you could have sworn it was still a bit sunny earlier.
"Great," you sighed, getting ready to stand up. "We should go before this turns into a downpour."
But, Wooyoung only grinned. He held your arm to stop you. "Or," he said, tilting his head towards the sky with that irritatingly smug expression. “We could stay.”
A drop landed on your nose. Then another. But that wasn’t what got you, it was when Wooyoung’s hand dropped from your arm to your hand. You stared at him, horrified. "And get soaked?"
“Listen to me,” he began. “What if we forget everything just for tonight? No work, no shitty parents, just us and the rain.”
In your peripheral vision, you could already see people running to get cover, but your eyes never left Wooyoung’s.
“We’ll sing like we’re alone. Just imagine, Y/N,” he laughed so carefree, it hurt your heart. “We could literally be a force that could shake this whole damn world if we stood up to it, but only for tonight.”
"You're impossible," you sighed, but deep inside, you could already feel that fire inside you rising.
“You still have a lot to learn, I’m telling you,” he said excitedly, bringing his palm up with his other hand to feel the raindrops hitting his skin. “This is what it means to be alive. Don’t take for granted these little things,” he squeezed your hand tighter. “Because these little things are all that we have.”
The rain started to pick up, and it poured down so hard, the both of you were already soaked from head to toe within five minutes.
“Everyone gets their freedom, it’s just a matter of time,” he said over the rain. “But right now, let's pretend we’ve reached the finish line.”
There you were, holding Wooyoung’s hand as you let the rain pour over you. It was so ridiculous, that you started laughing. It triggered Wooyoung’s own laughter, but the rain was so loud that it only carried your laughter over it, to be unheard to nobody else but the two of you.
You couldn’t remember the last time you laughed like this - breathless, uninhibited, real. You weren’t even cold, and your clothes didn’t feel heavy on your body. There was just peace around the two of you, and strangely, that was all you needed.
The rain, you, and Wooyoung. That was all you needed.
You got slammed with so much work, you were surprised that you even had time to eat and shower. Phone call after phone call, Zoom meetings after the other, it was hectic.
But, you were slowly beginning to realize that this trip wasn’t to help the other branch that they’d opened - it was just so they could have an excuse to have you out here doing something else. You’ve always been true to your work, working with clients for their utmost satisfaction and not their money. Well, your co-workers didn’t function like that. It was their loss, really.
These times were the moments you wished Wooyoung was here with you, but you haven’t booked him. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to - it was that you couldn’t. You chose not to.
Sometimes, you’d catch yourself wondering what he was doing, if he noticed your absence, if he even cared. You’d tell yourself that it didn’t matter, but then you’d be lying to yourself.
You decided to go to the bar, hoping to pass time or have a drink. Wooyoung wasn’t the only company you have, but as you entered the empty space, you knew that he was the only person you wanted.
“Haven’t seen you in a while, rich girl,” Hongjoong greeted you the moment he saw you, surprise flickering in his eyes. He pats the barstool beside him as Yunho nods his head at you in greeting as well.
“Wooyoung won’t be coming tonight,” the bartender said apologetically. “Were you here to wait for him?”
“Has he been busy lately?” You asked, automatically biting your tongue the moment the words came out.
“He hasn’t been at our job for days now, ” Hongjoong cleared his throat, side-eyeing you again as if to tell you to not say a word about the job. “But he’s been taking extra shifts at his other jobs. I think he’s piling them up so he’d have more free time with you.”
Oh, that certainly caught your attention. “What does that even mean?”
Yunho smirks, temporarily leaving his station to humour you. “You know damn well what that means, aren’t you rich people educated on shit like that?”
You raised a brow. “I didn’t know you thought the same.”
“The point is,” he waved his hand. “We’ve never seen this excited to be with someone in a while. He looks so…what’s the word?”
“Alive,” Hongjoong supplies. “He’s never looked more alive than he does now, and it’s all because of you.
You blinked, the weight of Hongjoong’s words settling deep in your chest. Alive. They weren’t joking. They weren’t exaggerating. They both meant it.
“I mean, not to be callous about it, but I do pay him a hefty sum,” you shrugged, trying to tread the topic carefully. “He’s probably always been like this?”
“Has he?” Yunho raised a brow, leaning forward. “Because the Wooyoung we know doesn’t let just anyone in. He doesn’t show up for just anyone. Money be damned, if he doesn’t want to, don’t even expect anything. He doesn’t give a shit.”
“You’re what he looks forward to at the end of his days, Y/N,” Hongjoong pauses, hesitant to say his next words. “Which is why he’s been in a horrible, horrible mood when you stopped booking for his time. It’s been almost two weeks now, what’s going on?”
“No, but to be fair, Wooyoung hasn’t really showed up either, now that I think about it,” Yunho frowned. “Jongho says he hasn’t been going home, either. Just calling to check in on his brother.”
That was the thought that kept circulating in your head as you walked to the direction of the park. You were certainly worried now, was it a mistake to not seek Wooyoung this time?
And just like before, it also started raining. This time, though, you brought an umbrella with you as you were aware that it was going to rain before you went out today.
And just like before, you found yourself heading towards the park, towards the bench where you last saw Wooyoung. But, the bench wasn’t empty.
Wooyoung. The tears have left a blur in your vision that you couldn’t explain. The pain of seeing him sitting down the bench just staring out into nowhere has left a hole in which your heart should have been.
And just like before, his clothes were also soaked under the pouring rain. Only this time, his laughter wasn’t present in the air.
Not like this, you thought. Not like this.
Without hesitation, you quickly strode towards the bench, stopping short behind it and covered Wooyoung’s soaking form with the umbrella. If he noticed that the rain had suddenly stopped pouring where he sat, he didn’t react to it.
“I don’t reckon your umbrella is big enough for the both of us, dollface,” was all he said. He sounded calm, calmer than you’ve ever heard of him.
How he found out it was you, you were never going to know. You huffed, shifting the umbrella slightly so that more of it covered him than you. “I don’t reckon you care whether you get sick or not.”
Finally, he looked at you, and if it was possible, your heart broke even further. Wooyoung looked even more exhausted than you’ve ever seen him. His cheeks were more gaunt and hollow than you remembered, his eyes more sunken than the average person.
Then again, Wooyoung’s life wasn’t normal. You couldn’t even begin to imagine all the things that kept him awake at night. “I don’t,” he admitted. “Not really.”
You made a small noise, gripping your umbrella so hard, your knuckles turned white. “I hope you know that there wouldn’t be enough rainwater in this world to drown you no matter how long you stay here. You might as well seek shelter.”
He let out a soft chuckle. “I know. My demons came to take me to hell, but I’m already there. Plus, they know how to swim, anyway.”
You didn’t argue, there was no point, letting the silence stretch; just standing there behind him hoping to shield him from the rain even if you couldn’t save him from his demons. You left the house to go to the bar at six in the evening, and an hour later, you found yourself standing in the rain with Wooyoung.
Another hour later, the two of you were standing like idiots in a small boutique to find some spare clothes for him. By midnight, he was laying in bed next to you after he had showered and changed his clothes.
You didn’t question why he was out there. He hadn’t questioned why you haven’t called for him in two weeks. You didn’t offer him your bed. He didn’t leave a single space in between you as he laid down next to you. You didn’t push him away.
You just stayed there, listening to the rain against the window, to the sound of your own heartbeat, to the quiet presence of Wooyoung beside you.
And for reasons you didn’t quite understand, you felt like a brand new person. You felt normal, like you were just another person on this planet.
“I’m tired,” he suddenly whispered, his voice cracking through the darkness as his hand mindlessly played with your hair. “I’m so exhausted.”
“Go to sleep,” you said, not acknowledging the hidden meaning behind his words. You know he’d hate you for it.
“Thank you,” he said.
You didn’t bother looking at him, didn’t bother opening your eyes as his fingers traced your cheeks. “For?”
“The bed. Usually, I don’t have one to come home to. Thank you.”
The indication was there. He hasn’t gone home in days when you saw him in the rain, and even if he does go home, he never stays long enough because even in his sleep, peace doesn’t visit him.
Humans have their limits, and you had always hoped that Wooyoung would never, ever reach his. The moment that fight left his eyes, would be the moment you would stop fighting, as well.
“You’re welcome,” was the last thing you said before you both fell asleep like everything was going to be okay the next day.
And for a moment, it would be. The both of you woke up to Wooyoung’s phone ringing incessantly. You watched him closely as he spoke with whoever else was calling him at seven in the morning.
You watched as his expression changed from annoyance, to surprise, to genuine relief. You could have even sworn there were tears in his eyes. But they’re happy tears. You would take those over the other kind any day.
“That was my mother’s lawyer when she was still alive,” he explained the moment he hung up the phone. He tried hard to keep the excitement off of his voice, but you’ve been spending enough time with him at this point to know.
“Is everything okay?” You asked.
Wooyoung nodded. “Apparently, my mother signed a will that when I turned twenty-five, which I did two months ago, I’ll receive a lump sum of money to put into my little brother’s future. She knew she would pass soon before she even gave birth.”
His smile grew like the rising sun that rivaled the horizon outside your window right now. “My brother’s set for life even after college, Y/N. I can take a break from working too much for now.”
You couldn’t help the smile that spread all over your face as well. A break. You deserve one. Heaven knows you do. That night, for the first time in your life, you didn’t have to watch the sunset alone.
Over the next few days, your closet would slowly be filled with Wooyoung’s spare clothes and belongings. It would be the first time in your life that you had to make space in your closet for someone else.
“This is a fuck ton of clothes you don’t even need, Jesus fucking H.,” he grumbled in annoyance when you asked him to shover your clothes on the other side of the drawer one day.
You rolled your eyes, but kept a smile on your face. “Most of these are my designs, I just keep them for layout purposes.”
He picked a particular piece that you hadn’t seen in a while - a blue, loose, lace crop top. It was when you were dabbling with genderless concepts. The fit was masculine, but the material was feminine. He didn’t even wait for you to say anything, he just shoved it in his space along with the rest of his clothes.
Wooyoung would come and go to your place more often than not. Sometimes, you’d be surprised that he was already sleeping beside you, his face more peaceful than you’d ever seen it. Most of the time, it was the nights where you didn’t even book him. He would just do as he pleased.
As you watched him, this feeling that had quietly crept into your heart began to grow. It was something new. Something delicate and real, like the soft glow of the sunset outside your window.
You couldn’t help but wonder when this feeling had started, when the lines between just sharing space and something deeper began to blur. Was it the laughter you shared during late-night conversations, or was it the way he made everything feel so much more possible?
“I was actually going to do it that night.”
It certainly wasn’t the best way to start what you hoped to be a normal Wednesday morning. Your statement catches Wooyoung off-guard. There weren’t many things that made Wooyoung freeze, but sometimes, it seemed like you really never failed to surpass his expectations. It was fascinating.
He sighed, putting the spatula down on your sink so he could wash his hands, the pancakes he was making for the both of you for breakfast in your kitchen temporarily forgotten as he took the apron off to cross his hands over his chest and stare you down.
He knew exactly what you were referring to, you didn’t need to elaborate which night it was.
Still, you tried to tread the topic lightly. It wasn’t because you were trying to appease Wooyoung into liking you, but it was more because you didn’t want to make even more mistakes. Avoiding him for two weeks was a huge mistake on your part.
You tried to convince yourself it was the safe option. You only had less than two months left before you had to go back. You both knew that. At the end of the day, you knew that Wooyoung was afraid and uncertain, and he was especially fragile despite all the walls he built upon himself.
Wooyoung blinked at you, unmoving. “I know,” he said flatly. “I’ve seen and experienced too much shit to not know the look in someone’s eyes when they want to transcend wherever.”
Two simple words, spoken so flatly, so matter-of-factly, that it made your stomach twist. It was so Jung Wooyoung of him. The way he looked at you right now, though? It was the kind of certainty that you’ve never seen from him before. Still, you didn’t miss the way he shifted from foot to foot as he tried to keep his composure.
“That’s bullshit,” your voice was thin, almost unsteady, but you pushed through it. “You told me I didn’t have the guts to jump off of that railing that night. I know you did.”
You remembered that night vividly - the cold bite of the air, the way your hands had gripped the railing so tightly they ached, the way he had stood there, just close enough to reach if you lost your balance, but far enough to agitate you.
“So, I lied,” he closed his eyes before sighing and opening them again to look you deep in the eyes, as if he was trying to convey something without fully saying them. “It wasn’t a risk I was willing to take, dollface.”
The breath you had been holding slipped out shakily. You felt dizzy, off-kilter, like the universe had shifted and left you struggling to find your balance. “If I told you the truth,” he murmured, “I don’t think you would’ve come down.”
You’ve been alone all your life, so you were used to being invisible. The last person who you thought would actually see you was a tattooed sex worker who disliked wealthy people. Maybe it was the confusion talking for you, but then, you said something you shouldn’t have. Maybe you were no different than all the people that had made Wooyoung the way he was.
“I don’t understand,” your voice was sharp, cracking under the weight of everything you’d been holding back.
Wooyoung’s eyes darkened, his posture stiffening. “You don’t understand,” he deadpanned, his voice twisting into something angrier by the minute. “You don’t understand. You know what I don’t understand?”
You watched and held your breath as he harshly pulled a chair to sit down on it, closer to you. “The things I’d do to get what you have, they’re almost non-human in aspect,” he said, low and seething. “I still think that, and that’s never going to change. Not now, not ever.”
“You have nothing to escape from, absolutely nothing,” he continued, glaring at you. “God knows you have more than enough, surely you can’t be greedy and take what’s not yours to take, Y/N? Don’t be an idiot.”
Life, is what he’s trying to say.
You stared at each other for a lifetime. Wooyoung still looked exhausted. His chest heaved, his eyes dry, and you could practically see his collarbones peeking through his skin and the veins that marred them because of how transparent his skin was. Still, you couldn’t help the rising pride in your chest that overtook your shame because Wooyoung went through everything, yet he’s still so brave.
If Wooyoung can be brave, then why can’t you?
“I’m sorry,” you put your head low, looking down at your lap where your hands laid still.
“You better fuck off with that, Y/N. I’m warning you,” he growled venomously, and suddenly, he was scooting closer to you. He takes his fist, that one where the thorned rose lay, and hits his chest.
“You’re not the only one who wanted to check out a long time ago. You know how I feel here? Everytime I take a fucking breath, there’s something inside me that feels like I’m breathing in sulfur. ”
You sighed. “I just want to live the way I want, you know? I don’t want everything, I just want to be happy.”
“So do I,” he replied.
You knew he wanted to say more, and you did too, but just like him when he holds back on talking smack about the type of people you belong to, you hold your tongue. It wasn’t because you couldn’t stand Wooyoung and his status, but it’s because you know you have no right to say anything about it.
Then again, maybe you were assuming things, maybe he was fine, maybe Wooyoung does sleep well at night, or maybe he was afraid despite not showing he was.
You didn’t notice Wooyoung’s chair scoot even closer to yours when you began to talk. “I mean, I get it,” you said. “We’re not the same and you’ve drilled that in my head so many times, but it really doesn’t have to be that way. Maybe we are the same, we just want to be happy.”
Wooyoung nods once, not looking like he even understood a thing you said. “You’re not doing shit,” he mumbled. “You can’t do it. Not in front of me. Not while I’m still standing.”
He puts his hands behind your neck before he pulls you and puts his lips against yours. His eyes were still open, tentatively watching you. He doesn’t move his lips, just meeting yours in a modest touch, his hand still holding your head tenderly like you were fine glass.
There was no warning, it was as if he was trying to silence the raging storm between the both of you.
You froze, your body short circuiting as both your mind and your surroundings dissolved into static. You didn’t kiss him back, not because you didn’t want to, but because you didn’t know how to do it with him properly.
You pulled away, your eyes widening ever so slightly as you caught your breath. Wooyoung leaned his forehead against yours, his face blank except for his small pout and furrowed brows.
“W-Wooyoung?” You tried to say, but it ended up sounding like a squeak.
“Hmm?”
“You just k-kissed me.”
He completely pulls away from you, his face back to that indifferent look you knew him for. “Yeah?”
Your entire just shut down at that moment, your lips tingling because you could still the imprint of his on yours. “W-Why? What the hell—”
He shrugs with an incredible amount of nonchalance that you couldn’t decide if you should be amazed or offended. “Does it matter? I wanted to do it, so I did.”
You were so flabbergasted, your face blushing as you blinked at him repeatedly. You were surprised your heart hasn’t leapt out of your chest yet. The only reason why you haven’t really tumbled down is purely because of the sheer adrenaline pumping through your bloodstream by the buckets. It felt intoxicating yet dizzying at the same time.
Wooyoung lets out a small laughter, his fingers lifting to flick your forehead softly. “You’d think by now you’d know that I just do whatever comes to my head,” he said, fondness in his eyes.
“It doesn’t work that way, and you know it,” you frowned. But how does that work, exactly? You could barely think of anything right now.
“How does what work, dollface?” And just like that, he was able to render you into silence. You don’t know how he does it, but it’s making you panic. You decided to shut your mouth, you knew that you’d fumble if you spoke.
He barked out another laugh, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “What, cat got your tongue?” He tapped his own lips. “Or is it me?”
The heat rose to your face so fast you swore you felt it burn. Wooyoung stood back up and walked away from you, his hands slipping into his pockets like none of this had just happened. He motions towards the clock overhead the kitchen door.
“I have to head out,” he said. “I got booked by this tourist who wants a pretty boy to fuck.” He clicked his tongue, nodding towards you. “You should eat before you go to work, too.”
You stifle the smile that threatens to break from your lips. “Didn’t know you suddenly cared about my well-being.”
“Debatable,” he replied nonchalantly, but that was accompanied by a solid bite of his bottom lip to stop his smirk from showing.
“I’m just saying,” you chuckled, getting up from where you were as well to grab your purse and work folders. “I’m more than the lonely office worker that hires sex workers for the company. Just like there’s layers upon layers under all the sex work you do.”
Wooyoung’s smirk, or what’s little of it, completely drops. He tilted his head at you, curiosity filling his eyes. You blinked at him repeatedly. “You do…realize that, right? We are always more than what meets the eye.”
His lips curl into distaste. “Sure, I guess,” he shrugged.
“I mean, I know your revulsion is for my background and not me, specifically, and you’re biased, so I understand,” you said, hurriedly grabbing a couple pieces of pancakes on a small napkin to take. “It’s just you, Wooyoung. I’ve never disliked you. I’m not sure if that counts for something.”
Wooyoung’s lips parted, his forced guise of cynicism cracking. There was something else in his expression now - something softer, something fragile, beneath the bravado he always carried.
His direct eye contact wavers. “It does.”
Somehow, that admission settled into your chest like a quiet ache, a warmth you didn’t know what to do with, but you knew the weight behind those words, and he was aware of that. “My God, you’re strange,” you joked, trying to lighten up the situation. “It’s fine, really.”
Wooyoung hummed, stepping past you. “And you’re a fucking weirdo. That balances us out.”
Just before he reached the door, you stopped him by calling his name. He pauses, but doesn’t acknowledge the callout. “Wooyoung,” you said. “Will you be here when I come back from work?”
Then, without turning around, he asked, “Not sure. Why?”
“So I can order extra dinner,” you shrugged, holding your breath without knowing. “I, uhm, booked you for nine hours this time, but you don’t have to. You’re free to do what you want, as usual.”
Last night, not only did you tell Yeosang that you’re tipping extra, but you had to steal Wooyoung’s reservation from someone else. Admittedly, it did cost you a pretty penny, but you knew it would be worth it in the end.
Sometimes, you’d book Wooyoung when you weren’t even home. That would prompt him to do whatever the hell he wanted, regardless if he was with you or not. He wouldn’t tell you, but Yunho would. Wooyoung would crash at the taller man’s place to rest and sleep.
Wooyoung’s eyes met yours and you found that his face was filled with more than its usual heaviness. There was something subtle in there - determination. There was a hint of hope and gratitude. There was something other than pain.
“I’ll see what I can do, dollface,” he said, voice barely above a whisper.
It wasn’t a promise, but you were going to take what you can get.
He walks off, not bothering to close the door since you had to leave as well, but barely. Wooyoung would pause and hesitate, because he kept looking back and sneaking glances at you constantly, knowing that he has to go but not wanting to leave at the moment.
It’s okay, you thought. We still have more time.
The office felt suffocating today. You had to re-introduce yourself to the newer employees for this other branch, and so far, it wasn’t all too bad. From the looks of it, you were hoping that this environment wouldn’t be just like yours in the making.
Fabrics upon fabrics met your eye, new designs from fresher perspectives that genuinely impressed you. You missed this, you spent most of your time here with only Zoom meetings to go off of, and it felt great to be back in the scene in an actual office where you could review potential projects in person.
You were staring at a new recruit’s portfolio, which was admittedly quite good since they knew how to match colours with patterns, trying and failing to focus, when Mingi’s voice pulled you out of your haze.
“You look different.”
You blinked, turning to him. “Pray tell, Director Song.”
His head tilted slightly as he studied you, eyes sharp but unreadable. “I don’t know,” he shrugged. “There’s just something different about you today.”
You hesitated. You wanted to tell him. Some of it, at least. But the details felt too complicated, and plus, you had always tried to separate your personal life with your professional work.
But Mingi was your long time friend, both of your parents were acquaintances - it was how he became an intern at your company - so if there was anyone who might understand your dilemma, it would be him. You picked your words carefully, skimming the surface of the truth without diving too deep. “I met someone,” you admitted.
Mingi’s brows shot up in shock. You could tell he wasn’t expecting that. “Oh?”
You gave a small, almost self-conscious nod. “Yeah. He’s, uhm, quite complex. Very curious.”
Mingi scoffed, smirking. “Aren’t we all?”
You chuckled, shaking your head. “I would suppose so. Our circumstances are very unconventional. I can’t even put a label on it, there’s no precursor for it, if I’m being completely honest.”
Mingi laughed, but then he caught the way your voice softened at the edges. He exhaled through his nose, a small, quiet sound of understanding. “I’m happy for you,” he said. “People like us…it’s hard to find something worthwhile to hold onto. You know how it is. Love is almost unheard of. Laughable, even.”
Your chest tightened. People like us. What is worthwhile? You had no idea. Neither did Mingi. He could relate; his family was just like yours, after all. You were both born on a different standing and calibre, and it was just an unspoken and unwritten rule that apparently, with high economic statuses comes along a complicated life.
He patted your shoulders affectionately, speaking low enough for you to hear. “Regardless, I’m happy for you, Y/N. It’s a privilege to feel the way you do in this world,” he said. “You deserve to be happy, too. We are not our parents, remember that.”
Mingi dismissed you afterwards, something he might get in trouble for. You were relieved.
Coming back to the house was the most anxiety you’ve ever felt in your life. You’ve learned not to expect Wooyoung to be there. You wanted to give him his freedom, something this world had seemed to have forgotten to give to him.
But there he was. He sat on your couch like he belonged there, like he always had. His phone was in his hands, but the second he noticed you, he locked the screen and tossed it aside.
“Took you long enough,” he mused, tilting his head at you with a smirk.
Wooyoung looked exhausted. It showed in the dark circles beneath his eyes, his usual sharp gaze dulled by something you couldn’t name, and his smirk that usually looked so smug, now looked hollowed.
You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. “I didn’t know you’d be here.”
Wooyoung stretched, his shirt riding up slightly, exposing a sliver of skin before settling back down. “Neither did I.”
You furrowed your brows. “Then, why are you?”
He shrugged, as if the answer should’ve been obvious. “Misery loves company, I guess.”
Wooyoung pushed himself off of the couch. He didn’t say anything else as he stepped closer to you, just tugging your shirt a little to pull you to him so he could lean in and slot his lips against yours in a serene kiss - another one you couldn’t return.
Wooyoung’s younger brother looked just like him. And when he looked at you, something in his gaze lingered. It was very curious but knowing, like he already knew exactly who you were to his brother.
You wished you knew because you had no idea and if you were being honest to yourself, maybe you didn’t want to know. The house was quaint and a bit neglected, but it was home to Wooyoung, who was currently outside with Hongjoong and Yunho.
Wooyoung’s little brother was seen loitering around cold and hungry by Hongjoong, who took him straight to Yunho at the bar to call Wooyoung. Their father had left the poor child to go get blackout drunk somewhere else. You followed an understandably pissed Wooyoung there.
Luckily, Jongho was free tonight. He had come straight to the house to spend the night since Wooyoung’s schedule lined up with his other job after his time with you.
“He talks about you a lot when I’m done putting this one to sleep,” Jongho gave you a glass, a cracked one, of water. “But never the full story. Like he was keeping something safe.”
You looked away. Maybe it was safer this way. You gripped the glass hard, indescribable anger coursing through your veins at the unknown man who has supposedly fathered him.
“Ready to go?” Wooyoung’s voice suddenly filled the small living room as the other two followed him. He nodded at Hongjoong, who took it as his queue to distract his little brother.
“It’s nice to meet you, Jongho,” you smiled warmly at the babysitter, giving him a small hug.
Wooyoung, whether it was subconscious or not on his end, held your hand in his as he started to walk away. It was a challenge ignoring Yunho’s smirk and wiggling eyebrows.
“I owe you one, man, big time,” Wooyoung spoke quietly towards Jongho. “I mean it. I’m not in the mood to see my father after this.”
“What ‘ya want me to tell him if I do see his sorry ass tonight?” Jongho asked.
Wooyoung’s hand squeezed yours. “Tell him that he can take anything he wants, but he better not take it from me,” he flatly said. “I’ll give you an extra hundred bucks if you tell him he can go fuck himself.”
“Deal,” the younger man grinned. “Where are you going to stay, then?”
Wooyoung opts not to answer, instead patting Jongho on the shoulder once before dragging you with him to your car. As you drove, you didn’t need to ask him either. You knew what the answer would be.
The moment you get into the house, Wooyoung showers, presumably to cool off. You get it, you really did. You were left standing in the hallways, staring at the shower door, your mind replaying a specific moment you shared with Wooyoung one time.
“Nightmare?” Wooyoung asked in concern, pulling your head to his chest. When you nodded, he asked, “What do you usually dream about?”
“Something to kiss the demons out of my dreams,” you mumbled, your voice muffled as your face was pressed on his firm chest. “You? What do you usually dream about?”
He doesn’t say anything at first, his fingers tracing your back lazily. “Water,” he said.
“Water?”
“I dream of water that can wash the weight of the world off my shoulders.”
You were so drawn to him. It was silent, unseen, hard to ignore. No matter how often you told yourself to walk away, you never could.
Walking away was lost on you, because the truth was, you’ve started to look forward to ending your days with him. Wooyoung’s ghost haunted every corner of the house now, especially now when he was trying to temporarily wash away all his burdens.
You didn’t even notice him get out of the showers, your mind very much preoccupied with thoughts of him and everything that's happened so far.
So when he tilted your chin upwards, you were startled. Your breath got caught in your throat, your body stilling as Wooyoung started to lean in, his lips almost touching yours.
But just when you thought he’d close the space between you, he stopped. “For someone who doesn’t return my kisses,” he murmured, voice low and heavy. “You sure always expect it.”
You looked down, shame filling your chest. You swallowed your words like it might poison you if spoken aloud. Wooyoung sighed, pulling you to the bedroom and sitting beside you on the bed.
“There’s not a lot that I can choose for myself, given my line of work,” Wooyoung began. “It’s an entire process, dollface. When the sun comes down, all the filth run free. I have to be the finest specimen of filth for a living so some daddy’s little angel would get dirt on her knees. I get paid, I go home.”
His words catch you off guard. Wooyoung doesn’t talk about his profession, if not, ever. And you never really asked, but you wouldn’t mind listening. He had a faraway look in his eyes as he continued.
“Then I get so blind with rage to the point that no matter what I do, I could never shake the feeling out,” he chuckled bitterly. “I hurt much more than anytime before, and sooner or later, I have no options left again. Rinse. Repeat. All I know is that all I want is to feel like I’m not stepped on.”
Wooyoung was so calm and collected while your heart felt like it wanted to explode. You hated that he seemed like he accepted all the unfairness that’s been happening to him.
“This might be my job, but sometimes, I feel disgusted with myself. I feel used. Dirty.”
You snapped your head to stare at him in horror at what he said, but you found that he was already staring at you.
You didn’t know what hurt more - the way he said it so plainly, or the fact that he truly meant it. He puts a finger against your lips, parting them slightly. “This. I chose to kiss you. I’d rather do it than not do it at all,” he finishes off.
He pulled his hand back, just enough to let you breathe again, but you stopped him, holding onto his bicep for dear life. His gaze lingered, steady and unwavering.
“Do you want me to kiss you?” Wooyoung asked, a hint of insecurity audible in his voice.
When you nodded enthusiastically, Wooyoung wore the most honest and brightest smile, as if all the heaviness that’s weighing him down had slipped off quietly away from him at your answer.
And then, he leaned in - slowly, deliberately, as if every movement was meant to linger. Kissing Wooyoung was like standing on a cliff where you were just a heartbeat away from falling, and for a moment, you felt weightless, caught between fear and the exhilaration of just being with him.
He deepened the kiss slightly, testing the waters, his hand finding the small of your back, pulling you closer. It automatically sends shivers down your spine. You felt the warmth of his body against yours, the soft, steady beat of his heart in sync with your own.
His lips parted from yours just enough to let the air in, but his forehead stayed pressed against yours. Both of your eyes stayed close.
You held his face in between your shaking hands. “You’re not alone and you never will be,” you swallowed the emotions that threatened to overwhelm you. “Thanks for finding me that night, Wooyoung.”
He doesn’t respond, kissing you again. This time, it was more certain, more of himself. If this world fell apart, the both of you wouldn’t notice, if only for this fleeting moment.
The kiss was never brought up ever again after that night, even after another week. You both acknowledged that it happened and moved on.
A bubble of frustration was beginning to settle in your chest. Only the clicking of your keyboard could be heard around the room as the night settled.
Wooyoung was next to you, his legs stretched out, head resting lazily against the headboard. You were hunched forward, eyes fixed on the glow of your laptop screen, fingers moving without pause. You felt the bed dip when he inched a bit closer to you.
“That looks nice,” he suddenly murmured as he pointed at the design you were currently working on. “You’re good at what you do.”
“Hmm?” You hummed noncommittally, not looking away from your screen.
“Whatever you’ve been obsessed with since this lunch time, you’re decent at it.”
It was a rare praise coming from Wooyoung. You smiled, certainly happy because you genuinely needed to hear something good right now. “Thanks. It’s a work in progress. ”
He shrugged, trying to look indifferent, but then, you felt his leg touch yours as he scooted even closer. “What’s it for anyway?”
You didn’t respond right away. “Portfolio,” you replied robotically, your mouth doing your work for you. Your mind just wasn’t there; the words, notes, and deadlines loomed upon you. It was easy to get lost into this rhythm and forget your surroundings, including Wooyoung.
Until your laptop was suddenly shut down. You looked up, startled, to see Wooyoung’s hand still on the lid of your laptop, having just shut it close. His face was unreadable, but his eyes were fixed on you. “You’re not busy right now,” he said, tone flat but final. “You’re with me.”
He wasn’t asking. You wanted to argue, mostly because you really wanted to get some work done. It was what set you apart from your co-workers, it was what made you ahead of the curve.
You sighed, setting your laptop aside on the bedside table. “What are you trying to tell me?”
Wooyoung shifted, one knee bent lazily, head tilting toward you. “I’m just saying, you’re so tense,” he makes random gestures with his hand. “You need to get laid, or something. Blow off some steam, you know?”
You choked on your own breath, turning sharply toward him. “Excuse me?”
Your face went up in flames as your heart began to fumble. You could feel the heat blooming in your chest, crawling up your neck, painting your cheeks in something unforgiving. It felt criminal, the way your body reacted. The way the suggestion rooted itself somewhere deep inside you, unsettling and uninvited, curling like smoke around the idea of him.
Wooyoung leaned closer, peering at you with exaggerated curiosity. “This is so entertaining. I say one thing about sex and suddenly your whole system reboots.”
You lifted your head just enough to glare at him, face still on fire. “Be for fucking real, Wooyoung. You can’t just lay that on me.”
He raised a brow at your crude language, but shrugged anyway. “Come on. Don’t be two-faced, you’re acting like you’ve never used someone as a means to make yourself feel better at one point. ”
“Kinda hard when nobody has ever finished you off once,” you gritted your teeth. You hadn’t meant to say it, but it was too late. You slapped your mouth so hard it stung. Oh, you wish this Earth would swallow you whole.
Wooyoung’s eyes were so widened to the point that he looked like his soul had momentarily left his body through his pupils. “That has to be some bullshit,” he began, sounding uncertain, himself. “That has to be—”
“It’s not like I’m broken or anything,” you added quickly, like you were trying to defend something you weren’t even sure you believed. “I-It’s just the men I’ve been with have been selfish. They, uh, assume I’m fine. And I don’t really speak up, so…”
You trailed off, biting the inside of your cheek. “I guess I just got used to faking it.”
There. You said it. Might as well set the whole house on fire. You glanced at him, ready for the smirk, the joke, the playful jab you always braced yourself for, but Wooyoung was quiet.
His silence felt intentional. He was thinking. His eyes didn’t leave your face. They flicked down to your lips for a second, then back up, like he was scanning every inch of you for a crack in the surface.
You watched the muscle in his jaw twitch, barely visible, but there. His fingers curled into the blanket between you, slow and restrained, like he was grounding himself. You saw him eye the way your hands clasp together so hard, your fingers turn pale and white.
“That’s not right, Y/N. That’s not normal,” he finally said, his voice low, barely above a murmur. “May I?”
You found yourself scrambling backwards the bed as Wooyoung started crawling forward, his entire body encasing yours as he got on top of you, his hands holding the entire expanse of either of your waist. He was looking down at you with such fondness in his eyes that it momentarily stole your breath away.
“I’m trying really hard not to say something I can’t take back,” he added after a beat, voice a little rougher now. “Because right now? I kinda want to prove every one of those assholes wrong.”
Your breath hitched. He didn’t move, but the way he looked at you felt more intimate than anything else could’ve in that moment, like he was offering something without saying it outright, and he was giving you the chance to take it or walk away.
It was a no-brainer for you - you’ve never wanted anything this bad in your entire life. It wasn’t difficult to pinpoint why - Wooyoung and the way he moved that made him who he was, the things he’s experienced, his voice and the way he told his stories, the way your heart just clung to him.
You thanked him a couple of nights ago for finding you, but you should have thanked him for far more than that. After all, as many times as Wooyoung made it clear he doesn’t like rich people, he still stuck around you and he let you stick to him as well. He didn’t have to say it outright, it wasn’t very difficult to figure it out on your end.
“Don’t think too hard, dollface,” he whispered. “I promise to make it good for you. And I want you to know that I won’t treat this like I treat my clients even if you’re technically still paying for my time for it.”
That didn’t even cross your mind, but admittedly, you did completely forget that this was his job. “Remember when you asked me what my hobby was and I told you it was swimming?” Wooyoung softly asked. You nodded and his eyes softened. “I won’t let you sink. Not like this.”
“I don’t doubt it,” you said softly. “How do I know that, though?”
“Well, for one,” he whispered. “I’ve never kissed my clients. Ever. Not once, and I’ve had people offer me a fuck ton of money.”
You couldn’t take it anymore. You lifted your head to meet his lips even though you were quivering. He was surprised at first, but he soon fell into a rhythm when he groaned softly in your mouth as his hands started to roam under your shirt. Your breaths came in short gasps but he had no problem swallowing those sounds from you.
“You sound so pretty,” he murmured in between kisses, the trail of saliva connecting your lips serving to turn the both of you on as evident in the way his hardness started pressing onto your clothed core.
You hummed, never having felt an arousal like you did at this moment. Heat courses through your veins, especially when he started to move down your neck, kissing and sucking on your most sensitive spots.
“Feels good, Woo,” you mewled, wrapping your arms around his neck, your hands finding their way onto his hair to mindlessly tug on them. You didn’t dare open your eyes, afraid that if you did, this dream would suddenly vanish from your sights.
“Yeah?” Wooyoung mouthed against your skin, his kisses not once stopping as his hand lifted your back slightly so his other hand would fiddle on your bra until it came off. Only for him to freeze when he realized you were wearing none.
“Oh, W-Wooyoung,” you gasped in surprise when he suddenly lifted your shirt up to your chin to expose your ample breasts, the cold air automatically stiffening your sensitive nipples.
You covered your face with your hands, ashamed and embarrassed of the way Wooyoung was drinking the sight of your naked chest up with so much lust. Compared to him, you were highly inexperienced in this regard. Not the sex part, you were no longer a virgin, but in the foreplay aspect. You’ve never had a man do it to you before.
“Don’t,” he coaxed softly, his hand prying yours away. “Don’t shy away from me now, baby.”
“I’m not the best in the looks department,” you blurted out. “You’ve been with better looking women during…you know.”
“You might be right,” he said, both his hands palming your tits and kneading them expertly. You had to bite your lip to stop yourself from moaning out loud, especially in the way he relished your expressions with a small smirk. “But, none of them are you.”
You exhaled a shaky breath, the tension in your chest loosening just a little, but his words lingered, settling somewhere deep inside you.
Wooyoung leaned down to, once again, kiss your neck until he slowly moved down to your chest, sucking and biting the skin between your tits. You moaned loudly when his tongue slid out to sensually lick your hardened nipples, not hesitating to push your chest up towards his warm mouth, almost begging him to suck on them harder.
“So pretty, baby,” he growled, his mouth closing around your aching nipples, his tongue lightly flicking over it back and forth, making you squirm against his hold. “Too much?”
“N-No, keep going,” you gasped when he grazed his teeth on your nipple. “J-Just overwhelmed.”
He hummed, pausing as he looked at you through his lashes. The sight was so erotic, it made you hiss in pleasure, bucking your hips more to his touch.
Your heart felt a rush of excitement, it kept you craving for more. Wooyoung latches his lips back to yours, deepening this kiss immediately by parting your lips with his tongue, coaxing you to play and intertwining your tongues together. You felt feverish, your lust for this man spiking higher towards different heights.
You almost didn’t feel his fingers toying with your underwear, but when you did, you took the initiative to take all the barriers that stopped him from touching your core. Wooyoung sighs in approval, not breaking the kiss.
His fingers don’t hesitate to brush against your clit. The sensation was electrifying, your body almost giving out all at once with just one single touch. However, you tense when his fingers start to dip down your hole. He senses your hesitancy and moves on to kiss down your neck, nibbling the skin to calm your senses.
“Shh, it’s okay, I got you,” he whispered as you felt him circle around the outside of your quivering hole. “I promised you, dollface. I got you, you believe me, right?”
You draw in a deep breath, whimpering an answer since your tongue seemed too tied to even speak. His other hand continues to caress your hips, further calming your body down until you feel yourself release all the tension. It was all it took for Wooyoung to breach inside you.
Wooyoung’s fingers were gentle, taking his time to stretch you out slowly. You moan loudly, he was very considerate about it, too, but the pleasure he was giving you was immeasurable. You’ve never felt like this before, never had someone reach that specific spot that had you writhing in satisfaction.
You could feel his smirk against your neck, his teeth biting and nipping you at random places, eagerly leaving you with love marks you hoped wouldn’t fade for a while. Each mark said one thing, and one thing only - you’re mine.
“W-Woo, mmm, I-I feel weird and tingly,” you whimpered as you closed your eyes tightly instead of the one thing you wanted to tell him - I’m yours.
“Relax, baby, breathe,” he instructed, suddenly bending his fingers up to hit a spot so sensitive, it had you crying out against his hold. “Let it go for me.”
That was how you got your very orgasm from just foreplay. Your mind exploded, a searing, lightning-like pleasure erupting behind your eyes. It left every muscle in your body spent and worn out.
You were a panting mess when he pulled his fingers out. He grabbed your head tenderly, peppering your faces with little kisses, all the while whispering ‘good girl, good girl, good girl’ over and over again in between the kitten kisses he was giving you.
While you were still recovering, Wooyoung shifted, his strong arms lifting your back as he lifted you up with ease so now you were situated on top of him. You gasped, settling your hands on his chest like you’ve always belonged on top of him like this.
You blushed when he tapped your thighs twice, prompting you to sit up a little so he could take his pants and boxers off. You swallowed, feeling his hard cock pressing up your wetness when you sat back down, his arousal coating your labia and mixing in with yours.
“Take me,” he whispered, his hold on your hips tightening with unspoken tension. “This is your justice, dollface. Take your pleasure for me for all the ones you’ve never gotten before.”
Your breath caught, your fingers curled into his shoulders, and for a second, you couldn’t move, not because you didn’t want to, but because something about the way he said it bloomed fire in your lungs.
There was that familiar burn behind your eyes. Wooyoung wasn’t offering himself just for the sake of it - he was giving something back.
You bit your lip when he lifted you slightly, his other hand guiding his cock to your entrance. His gaze stayed on you, unwavering, almost reverent. “Let them take, but let me give,” he murmured, finally lowering you onto his cock.
“Oh, fuck, Wooyoung, fuck,” you gasped when you felt his cock reach all the way up. He felt good, divine even.
He started thrusting up and down, with you matching his pace after as you rode him, your feelings lost as your mind started to go blank at the feeling of his cock dragging along your walls.
“Oh, Y/N,” Wooyoung says, like it’s the only word that’s ever mattered - drawn out, cracked at the edges, reverent in its ruin. The sound lands on you like heat and thunder, blooming into shivers that tear through you without mercy.
You arched your back, Wooyoung’s hands keeping you in place, your hips and tits bouncing up and down along with the motion as you impaled yourself on Wooyoung’s cock over and over again. There was no holding back for you, not anymore, your moans filling the entire room as you kept pushing yourself further, moving faster.
“Look at you,” he groaned, gazing up at you with impassioned eyes and the little sparks of affection through them. “You're heaven sent, Y/N. My God, you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid my fucking eyes on. Fuck me, keep going - yes.”
All the things that matter that you wanted to say die in your throat. There were so many things you wanted to tell Wooyoung, your chest overflowing with feelings you’ve never dared name, let alone think about. It’s all too much yet nothing because not once in your life had you had someone make you feel like this before.
Not until some sex worker walked through your door by mistake one day then everything shifts and gives your life what it was missing.
You felt your thigh muscles getting tired, but you kept pushing, riding his cock, even though the way you ground your hips to him felt more uncoordinated than anything. As if he was taking mercy on you, he braces himself and with one strong push of his hips, he began fucking up onto you.
“Wooyoung!”
“I love the way you say my damn name,” he growled as he continued to thrust up at you, and all you could do was whimper while his throbbing cock was all you felt.
Your tits bounce with every, almost painful thrust while your pussy clenches and flutters around his rigid erection. Your eyes roll back, and your moan is hoarse and breathless as you say his name just the way he liked it. The effect was immediate and you could tell that he was close to chasing his own orgasm with you.
“I-I think I’m g-gonna come,” you whimpered pathetically, giving up and letting Wooyoung take control.
“Are you?” Wooyoung smirked, having the audacity to chuckle at your predicament.
You whined, your pleasure clouding your judgment as you started to feel annoyed with him. “W-Wooyoung, please—”
“Relax, baby,” he chuckled. It quickly turned into a snarl when he pulled you down on himself and you started to flutter and tighten against his aching cock. “I’m not gonna last long either, dollface, come for me, I wanna see you.”
Your body tensed up, your back arching like the string of a bow, then suddenly, you released, stronger than your first, the pleasure overtaking your shame and you screamed Wooyoung’s name so loud, you wouldn’t be surprised if someone heard your voice from somewhere in the distance.
“Fuck, Y/N, you’re beautiful,” he panted, tapping your thighs again. “Off, baby, off. I’m gonna come, fuck.”
You watched as he stroked his cock, all in its perfectly curved glory, until cum shot off from it, landing on his chest as he moaned loudly, his voice louder than you’ve ever heard him. “Ah, shit, shit, shit, Y/N…”
You both lay there, side by side, suspended in the hush that only comes after something intimate has unraveled between two people.
The sheets were warm, tangled somewhere around your legs. His fingers, calloused but careful, brushed faintly against yours, until he pulled you and kissed you deeper than any silence that’s ever tried to swallow you whole.
He sighs deeply in contentment, embracing you. It was tighter than any fear you’ve known, and it was suffocating yet somehow freeing. You just held onto him, grounding yourself in the rhythm of his heartbeat. “Was it everything you wanted?” Wooyoung whispered.
You hummed an answer, staying quiet as you didn’t want to tell him what you really thought in your head.
You were everything I wanted.
Just as the silence thickened, your phone rang, sharp and intrusive, slicing through the stillness between you like an unwelcome guest. The sound was jarring, you had to pull away from Wooyoung’s warmth and get your phone, but your heart stilled when you saw Mingi’s familiar number on the screen.
“Hello? Mingi?” You asked tentatively. Wooyoung’s brow raises, his arms tightening around your waist.
“I am sorry to interrupt your night, Y/N,” Mingi said, voice audibly tired. “Can you come to the office real quick? We have an emergency, it’s about your branch.”
You frowned. It was odd. Your branch hasn’t really contacted you, so why did Mingi? He was a director of another branch, it didn’t make any sense.
“I’ll be there,” you said before hanging up and looking at Wooyoung with a deep frown. “You heard that, I think. I’m sorry, Woo.”
Wooyoung’s gaze flicked to yours, unreadable for a heartbeat. Then he nodded, slow and steady, but the way his jaw tensed told you more than his expression did. “You gotta do what you gotta do, it’s fine.”
He watched as you got dressed, but it didn’t feel right. You had no desire to go, but he was right - you had to do what you had to do. Despite yourself, you rushed towards the bed, grabbing Wooyoung’s face urgently, and planted a deep kiss on his lips. You had to let him know. “I’ll come back to you.”
He stared at you for a moment. “I believe you,” he simply said.
You never had an attachment to that house, not at all, but tonight, it was difficult to leave. Not when you could feel Wooyoung’s lips attached to your lips and his hands imprinted on your skin. You couldn’t wait to go back, especially since he will be waiting for you.
But it all came crashing down when you met Mingi. You will never forget the feeling of devastation from all the high when he told you that your branch will be firing every single employee and higher ups, minus you and some others to rebrand and weed out all the people that have been tanking your company’s sales.
That meant that you had to go back a month earlier than planned.
You don’t remember the journey back to the house. When you opened the door, Wooyoung was still there, sitting on the edge of the bed with that unreadable look in his eyes, just waiting for you. You couldn’t look him in the eye - you didn’t want to see his reaction.
But when you do, the look in your face told the both of you everything you needed to know. You looked at him, and he looked at you, and you both saw it.
Wooyoung does something differently this time when you book him. Instead of going with what you want, he asks you to go with him - to the tattoo shop. You don’t know what he gets, just patiently waiting in the lobby, until you go back to the house and he lets you see it.
I’m not alone and I will never be. Your fingers were shaking as you traced the words that now laid at the back of his neck, careful not to disturb the protective wrap around it. You were pretty sure he could feel it.
There was a thin, unspoken thread that wrapped the entire room. You knew those words from weeks prior as you were the one who said them. Your heart thudded unevenly against your ribs. “Thanks for taking me, it suits you,” you complimented him softly.
He finally turned around, eyes meeting yours, holding all the things you couldn’t bring yourself to ask him. “Thanks for coming with me, I guess,” he shrugged.
A sudden silence ensued, like the seconds were stretching just to hold off what was coming. How could you even begin to say anything? How do you wrap finality in a sentence? How do you make something sound casual when your throat is tight and your time is running out?
All you could do was stand there and memorize the shape of him - his beautiful tattoos, his dark hair that covered his forehead in a complimentary way, his boyish charm, the curve of his hand that fit well with yours. “What changed?” You asked, barely a whisper. “You didn’t like me.”
“I didn’t want to like you,” he said finally, voice low and rough. “You were everything I didn’t have room for - hell, you were everything I wasn’t in this life and I still resent that.”
You let out a trembling breath. Wooyoung purses his lips, combing his hands on his hair. “People like you felt too much, yet nothing at the same time. And you were just like me. In essence…it really is just you as a person, Y/N. You hear me?”
He holds your chin, tilting it up to meet his obscure eyes. “It’s just you,” he repeated softly.
You smiled, a little crooked and cracked around the corners. “Just me.”
For you, it was just him, as well, and perhaps, that was the hardest part. It was one of the things that you admire about this man; he was very resolute in everything he said, like he already knew things before they happened. Like right now, the look in his eyes shone with acceptance.
Wooyoung smiled back, pushing your chin higher to meet his lips in a soft kiss. “The truth was,” he murmured. “Everytime we kissed, it felt like we were practicing how to let go.”
That pierced your heart like an arrow lodging deep in your chest, but you couldn’t get yourself to disagree. Kisses with Wooyoung never felt like beginnings - they were echoes of an ending you were too afraid to name.
“Did you know?” You asked, your smile wavering as you tried not to hold on to him, the shaking of your hands too much to feel even for you.
Wooyoung nodded. “I did.”
“So why’d you still do it, then? Why, when you knew?”
Wooyoung sighed, holding your face in his hands tenderly as if he was afraid that you’d break down if he didn’t. “Remember when I told you about my choices? The things I choose to do rather than not do?”
You nodded, gritting your teeth so hard to control yourself, Wooyoung had to massage your jaws to make you stop. You brought your hands to him and he held onto them without leaving your face. “I’m glad to have known you, Y/N,” he squeezed your hands. “I’m glad you proved me wrong in every aspect possible.”
Your lips parted, but the words got stuck in your throat. Instead, you just let your eyes speak for you, and he understood. “This is it for us, this is all we’re going to get, but regardless, I’m glad I met you.”
We’ve always been on borrowed time, anyway.
You intertwined your fingers with his. “I’m glad too, Wooyoung. I’m very glad to meet you.”
“You have your life, and I have mine,” he shrugged, his rigid shoulders betraying what he truly felt. “And we have to live with that. It’s the one thing all of us have in common whether you’re dirt poor or filthy rich - we just have to live out the consequences of the life we choose for ourselves. There is no way around it.”
You snorted, adoration coming through since it was such a him thing to say. “You make it sound so simple.”
He half-shrugged again, this time with the ghost of a smirk. “Maybe because it is. It’s just how the world turns, Y/N. And you,” he tilted his head, eyes sharp with meaning. “You know that better than most.”
You wanted to laugh and cry at the same time, because only Wooyoung could say something like that with such maddening certainty - as if the world was some fixed machine with gears we were all doomed to turn, no matter how loud we screamed beneath the grinding.
But he wouldn’t be wrong. You did know better than most. The world never stopped for anybody, and it certainly wouldn’t stop for the two of you.
“There’s, uh,” you paused, clearing your throat. “There’s a huge possibility we won’t see each other again, Wooyoung. My company is having a do-over, I might get shipped somewhere else.”
He nodded, eyes elsewhere. “It is what it is, Y/N. It’s something you have to live with. You and I both.”
“So that’s it?” You asked quietly, the words trembling like they’d walked barefoot over every memory you’d made with him. “You just live with it?”
His eyes met yours again. “No,” he said, softer now. “You carry it. Every day. In the silence. In the in-between. You carry it until it stops hurting, or until you stop noticing the weight.”
Right.
You watch Wooyoung, the way the light catches in his eyes. There’s hope in it, but there’s hurt too, layered and quiet, like a secret he doesn’t mind being seen but refuses to say out loud.
It wasn’t anything dramatic; it’s just how life worked sometimes. You meet someone, sometimes they don’t stay, and you both keep living. Most of the time, your paths cross only once and never again. You bit your lip, deep in thought. “What are you going to do then, Woo?”
Wooyoung smiles, the kind of mournful fondness that almost breaks you. “Let live, and let die. I’ll do what I do best, and that is to keep moving forward. The process will be painful, but I’ll have to make do with what I have and work around it.”
He leaned his forehead to yours, closing his eyes. It prompts you to do the same. “I’ll try my best to fight what I can control, and then learn how to surrender to the ones I can’t. This is one of those moments, my little doll. It was very easy to go along with this, but it was very difficult not to surrender to the race against our clock.”
He plants a gentle kiss on your forehead, his lips staying there as he speaks. There was a sick part of you that wishes he’d leave a permanent mark on your skin somewhere.
“I don’t want to fully know every part of you, and I know that sounds unfair,” Wooyoung began. “Doing so means watching every piece of that knowledge walk away when you go. It’s easier this way, because if I did learn everything in the span of the three months you were here, I’m not sure I’ll survive watching that all go away in an instant.”
“I’ve already been through a lot in this fucking lifetime,” he said. “I’m through, you know? Maybe it’s better to leave some mystery. Maybe that’s how I’ll keep a part of you, even when you’re gone.”
His lips travel down, kissing both of your eyes this time as if he was searing this moment directly in your brain. “If somehow the odds are in my favour, I’ll find you again.”
A tightness gripped your chest, a weight pressing down, suffocating and relentless. It felt like every piece of you was unraveling, each thread pulling at the seams of your composure.
Your throat constricted, as if a flood was gathering the very same eyes he kissed. “Are you telling me to wait for you?”
“No,” he instantly rejected. “Absolutely not, Y/N. Never wait for something you are unsure of, please. Do yourself that favour. Do me that favour. I can’t have you waiting for me when I’m not even sure I can deliver.”
So, what do you want?
His grip on your face tightens ever so slightly. “I don’t know if I’ll get out of this city. Hell, I don’t even know if I’ll make it out alive, not when every day here feels like a losing fight.”
“So,” he continued. “Let me remember you how I remember you right now, because if your memory is the only thing that’ll keep me going for the rest of my life, I’ll do it. I will always remember you, Y/N. Even if we don’t see each other again.”
Your fingers twitched, curling into fists, as if you could stop the feeling by holding yourself together. “What if I end up falling for someone else along the way?”
Wooyoung pauses, and for a second, your heart rate picks up. “If you've found someone else that will make you happy, then I will be thankful for it. I don’t want you to be alone.”
“And if I don’t?”
“Then you don’t, and if it doesn’t work out, then you move on. See where that takes you after.”
You understood. Not all souls were meant to cross paths in this lifetime. There was only so much you could learn about Wooyoung, and even then, you feel like you still didn’t know him at all. Heck, there were people who have been together for far, far longer and they still learn something new about each other every single day. And while you believed that to be beautiful, you didn’t know where that left you with Wooyoung.
You knew he couldn’t answer all the questions you were throwing at him. Life was unpredictable like that, even the most realistic person out there like Jung Wooyoung didn’t have the answers for everything.
Now that you thought about it, you didn’t want to learn everything about Wooyoung, either. If anything, you wanted to begin to forget him as soon as possible so if destiny does move in the funniest of ways, falling back into him would feel twice as sweet and more so emotional on your ends.
Or maybe you wouldn’t even remember who he was anymore down the road. It was another part the both of you didn’t know yet.
But alas, you’ll just have to see where life takes you because for now, the both of you didn’t have any room for love to grow. If Wooyoung finds you again like he did that night, then you’d go from there.
After much deliberation on his end, he gives in, his lips finally touching yours with a kiss that holds unspoken promises. He coaxed out the three words that laid on the tip of your tongue with his. They ached to break free, to give him the truth he deserved to hear from you.
Would that be the right thing to do, though?
It would be very selfish on your end, to leave him with those parting words, but damn it, if you haven’t been selfless all your life.
Fuck it.
But before you could get the words past your lips, he raised a hand, a gentle but firm stop. He pulled away, his eyes meeting yours with a depth that made your heart stutter.
“Don’t say it,” he whispered, his voice barely audible, yet carrying the gravity of a thousand unspoken emotions. “Not yet. Please.”
It was what he said that had the dam that contained all your emotions break and spill all the tears you’ve been trying to contain all this time. Wooyoung didn’t hesitate to wipe them with his thumbs.
“If we see each other again in the future and you still feel the same, then you can say it. But until then, keep it.” he continued. His eyes softened, filled with a quiet plea. “Give me a chance to turn my life around. Let me make it out of here and be someone I’m proud to be.”
Of all the things you’ve talked about today, that was the one thing that truly made fear settle deep in your chest. “But, I’m already proud of you,” you said, voice unyielding.
Wooyoung’s jaw tightened. "But, I’m not," he whispered, the finality in his words like a door slamming shut.
The sound of Wooyoung’s phone ringing breaks through the stillness, harsh and jarring, like a stone tossed into a quiet pond. Your heart sank, it wasn’t a phone call - it was an alarm. He had another client waiting for him somewhere.
With a quiet sigh, Wooyoung began to pull away from you. Just like that, the moment had already begun slipping like sand through an hourglass.
For a moment, you couldn’t move, your whole body frozen in time, but when you saw Wooyoung turn around, you quickly moved to hug him from behind, pressing your face on his back. “Y/N,” he said, his hand holding yours and squeezing it.
Don’t go, please, I don’t know what to do.
Wooyoung turns around, cupping your face once more. “I know, baby, it’s hard for me, too. I have to go, but you listen to me, okay? And you listen to me well because this might be the only time I’ll ever get to say it.”
You nodded, pressing your lips together in an attempt to get a hold of yourself. “Run free and wild, Y/N. You don’t belong here. This world is yours for the taking, all you have to do is make it yours. Make it worth your time when you move on to whatever the hell is next and know that you went in the end without a single regret.”
All you could do was nod again. You wanted to reach out, to scream into the silence, but all you could do was stand there as Wooyoung tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear.
“You gotta do what you gotta do,” he smiled, bittersweet. “Give your company hell while I picture you in places I’ve never seen, meet people I’ll never know, live stories I won’t be a part of, and shape your own destiny in ways I won't be able to see.”
We have to fall, fall apart to work.
“And I’ll live my life wondering about what you’ll do next, here,” he takes your hand to place it where his heart was. “Even if I spend every single night doing so, just like when I spend it with you to end my days here. I don’t mind doing it for the rest of my life.”
He lets go for the final time, opening the door to walk outside, possibly forever. But, you couldn’t let go, not without giving him an option. “Choi San,” you blurted out before he completely walked away.
He halted his steps, tilting his head towards you in a way you once found endearing but now left you a finalized image of him before you parted ways. “Remember that name. He’s my new supervisor,” you swallowed a wave of new tears. “When you find yourself, please let me know.”
“Choi San,” he muttered, repeating the name as if he was marking it in his head already, training his lips to say the name over and over again for one day.
“Goodbye, Wooyoung,” you choked, the words burning through your throat.
For a second, Wooyoung’s gaze softened, and you saw the vulnerability there, the rawness of the goodbye. But then, without another word, he nodded once and turned, walking away from you, each step a little heavier than the last.
He didn’t turn around once to look at you and you didn’t wait to see if he did, you wouldn’t be able to stomach it. You closed the door behind you, but you didn’t cry, didn’t scream. You just stood there, devastation filling in your chest, down to your feet, all without ever making a sound.
Run free, Wooyoung, so we can both start living.
You never really see each other after that even though you didn’t have to leave for another two weeks. You never went back to the bar nor did you book Wooyoung again. When you did try to call just to ease the pain, Yeosang wasn’t the one who answered. You immediately hung up.
And now, you were back on that train that took you here in the first place - the one that led you to a destination you never thought in a million years would alter the course of your life.
There you were again, sitting alone in the train cabin, completely alone as you stared out the window and watched the passing scenarios fly by like they were nothing. You didn’t dare watch the city behind you get further and further.
It wasn’t something you were used to, you’ve always been alone all your life, but this was the first time you felt truly, utterly alone. It was some sort of poetic justice on your end; you came here alone, and therefore, you were also completely alone as you left. The only difference was, there was now something missing that you had left behind in that fancy, luxurious house - your heart.
You couldn’t bear to bring it - you didn’t want to - hoping that maybe, just maybe, it wouldn’t hurt as much without it. But even without it, the emptiness remained, lingering like a ghost in the corners of your soul.
The only way was forward at this point, the regrets would prove to be fruitless. The idea of embracing whatever comes, living fully, yet knowing that the end will eventually come for everything was daunting, but you had to do what you had to do.
You will live fully, knowing that one day, you’ll let go. But until that moment comes, you embrace every second, because those moments, no matter how short or long, are the only things truly within your control.
To live and to let die. That was what you were going to do.
You bowed respectfully towards the people that surrounded the round table as their claps filled the meeting room. Another smile later, the meeting and presentations for the future designs in collaboration with a sister company was fully conducted.
“Great as always, Y/N,” your boss grinned at you as he began to approach you, setting your portfolio and tucking it under his arms so he could give you the handshake you deserved. “I don’t know how you do it, I really don’t. It never did feel right that I was your boss instead of the other way around even after all these years.”
You shook your head, jokingly rolling your eyes. Thankfully, you had a wonderful enough relationship with your supervisor that you could get away with this. “Oh, stop it, San. You know that’s just untrue. Your ideas have always been trend-setting. I just so happen to know how to make those come to life.”
People who were passing by from the meeting room bowed to both of you and San, but more so, they’d either praise you, or they would just use that as an excuse to ogle at the wonder that was Choi San. You understood, you really did. San was one of the most attractive men you’ve ever seen. Hell, it took you a while to get used to the fact that he was, indeed, your supervisor and not one of the company’s models. It didn’t really help that the man was humble and kind.
He tugs on his shirt sleeve, peering at the time attached to his wrists in the form of a watch. “Company lunch to celebrate with everyone, on me, in thirty minutes downtown at that new restaurant,” he clicked his tongue. “Go this time, yeah? I need my best designer to unwind and be well fed.”
You scoffed softly, about to say something, when he interrupts. “I’m serious, Y/N,” San said, his voice dropping to whisper. “We won’t launch the portfolio for another month. Take a break. You’re good at what you do.”
You’re good at what you do.
You froze, the statement echoing in your head. The sound of those words, they sound so familiar. The memory teases you, just out of reach, like a shadow too fast to catch.
“Oh, by the way,” San stopped you before you walked away. “Come see me at my office after. There’s a package that came that’s addressed to you.”
You nodded, pushing the thought away, as you always did. It was easier not to think about it, to keep moving, to keep working, to bury the feeling under a mountain of new ideas. But it never quite went away.
Your phone buzzed in your pocket, a text from one of your coworkers, confirming the time and place for lunch. You read it, typed a quick reply, and shoved the phone back into your bag. The noise, the movement, the busyness - none of it ever filled that void.
Lunch wasn’t bad at all, your coworkers were great company after all, but you couldn’t concentrate. You were supposed to be here at the moment, but you just can’t. You had made a name for yourself in the fashion industry after three years of working hard, but none of it ever mattered to you.
“When do you think they’ll close the restaurant for the bar tonight?” You absentmindedly asked your nearest coworker, who was sitting across from you.
They looked at you confused, even going as far as to wait for you to reiterate your statement. “Uhm, I don’t think that’s a thing around here, if not ever,” they frowned. “That would be great, though, do you know a place like that?”
You blinked, caught off guard, embarrassed all of a sudden. “N-No, I think you’re right. I don’t know where that thought process came from. I apologize.”
Yeah, maybe San was right after all - you definitely needed a break. Maybe it was just a side effect of being a designer. You were constantly moving and evolving, after all.
As promised, when you got to San’s fancy office, there was a package waiting for you. You held it curiously in your hand, tossing and shaking the box around to gauge what was inside it. There was no sender name written, only yours and the office’s address.
“Any idea what it is?” San asked with one brow raised, work phone on the other hand while the other paused from signing multiple documents.
You shrugged. “Not really. Anyway, I’m going home. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
He waved you off dismissively, not even bothering you look up as he began to speak to whoever just called him. Fine by you. The package was probably the fabric you ordered a while back for your new piece to add to your portfolio.
The apartment was quiet when you got there. It was heavy with the hum of a long, restless afternoon. You’ve been living in this studio apartment for only a year, but you love it. It was definitely an upgrade from your old apartment, but the biggest reason you loved it here was because you had plenty of space to sew and design a lot of things.
And you were excited. You’ve been waiting for this new fabric for a while now, but when you tore the package open, you were confused to see that it wasn’t the vibrant red you were anticipating. No, this was a faded blue.
What’s more was that it wasn’t a slab of fabric. You gingerly took it out, even more confused when you saw a lace crop top. Odd, you thought as your fingers brushed over the top. It was nice, very genderless in concept, but why was it sent to you?
Had you made this? You closed your eyes shut, a memory just beyond reach plaguing your head. You had designed countless pieces over the years, each one blurring into the next, but this one? This one was different.
Maybe it was the forgotten details that seemed to belong to someone else. You couldn’t remember the last time you'd seen it, let alone made it. Your style had changed so much over the years, but there was something about this piece, something familiar.
When you lifted it up to inspect it, something fell out from the seams. You picked it up, surprised to see that it was a neatly folded piece of paper - a note, it seems.
‘If this reaches L/N Y/N, please call this number - XXX-XXX-XXX. If not, return to the sender.’
Your heart skipped. There was an urgency you couldn’t explain. Without thinking, you grabbed your phone and immediately dialed the number. The ring felt like an eternity, the seconds stretching into the unspoken, until a voice finally picked up.
“Hello. If you have a tattoo appointment, I’ll redirect you to your artist. This is the owner speaking, how may I help you?”
You were thoroughly confused now, you don’t have tattoos and you don’t see yourself getting one in the near future, but your chest tightened, that distant familiarity stirring in it.
“Uh, hi. I got sent a package that said I had to call this number,” you mumbled, walking to the windowsill of your apartment that overlooked the moon and the stars.
There was silence on the other end, long and deafening. It was to the point that you had to double check if the call was still connected. The only reason why you knew it was was that there were external noises on the phone, assuming that whoever was on the other end was moving. “Hello?” You tried again.
The movement stopped, the call completely silent this time. Then, there was a quiet inhale, sharp and uneven, like whoever was on the other end had just remembered how to breathe, before it was followed by a sniffle and a low chuckle.
“It’s you,” the voice, a man, said softly. “I didn’t think you’d call.”
Your breath hitched. That voice. It was the one you kept hearing whenever you’d remember something. You knew there should be a face attached to that voice in your head, but nothing. The hollow ache grew a little deeper, a little more urgent, until it was almost unbearable. You could feel it pressing against your chest, like a hand reaching out to you, demanding attention.
You exhaled slowly, trying to calm yourself. “Who is this?”
The man lets out a low chuckle again, only this time, it sounded more affectionate. It caught you off guard. By God, you wanted to remember so badly, but you didn’t know where to start. You began to wrack your brain for something, anything.
You didn’t know what you were searching for. However, through these years, you’ve always had this sinking feeling that someone, somewhere was out there waiting for you; somewhere in the quiet spaces between the thoughts you’ve tried to bury deep down.
The feeling was there. It was always there. You couldn’t say what you’d lost - only that something was missing.
“Tell me, my little doll,” he clicked his tongue. You could almost picture it. “Did you get to do what you were meant to do all these years?”
That was another blow to your chest. Doll. Little doll. Dollface. Your blood rushed to your ears, the voice starting to curl into your memory now, like smoke filling in every crack of a closed room.
“I suppose so,” you shrugged. Without thinking, your mouth blurted out that first thing that came into your head. “You? Did you manage to find yourself?”
You could hear the way he exhaled. It was slow and careful, like he was trying to keep himself together. “I did. It took me a while, but I did.”
There was something about the way he said it; the way his voice dropped slightly at the end. You stared outside to the twinkling stars. Something about them pulled you. And then suddenly, you could see visions of him.
The way he stood on the rooftop, hands in his pockets, staring at the same sky. A smirk would follow, one that felt like home and like something you’d never really gotten to fully know all at once.
You could picture him now - not just the shape of him, but him. The tired lines around his eyes. The tattoos that were etched beautifully on his skin. The way he’d tilt his head when you were speaking. His nonchalant and indifferent attitude towards things.
“I can hear your thoughts from where I am, you know? I really could,” he murmured. His voice felt too much now that you’ve pulled him out from deep inside you where you stored him in hopes of preventing all the hurt all these years. “You still remember the quiet parts of me.”
“There was a point in my life where I forgot your face,” you said, your voice shaking.
“That’s okay. You used to close your eyes and trace it with your fingers, anyway.”
Your eyes stung, not even realizing tears were forming until one slid down your cheek. You inhaled sharply but you didn’t speak. You knew. You knew what was coming next.
“We lived and let die, Y/N. We made it,” his voice was gentle, coaxing you out of the shell you’ve crawled into for safe haven. “The question is, do you still feel the same? Because I do. I never forgot that feeling.”
A soft, breathless laugh escaped you. It was shaky and wet with tears and it caught you by surprise. You tried to suppress it but the relief bloomed too fast. It was the sound of a weight lifting off your chest after years of carrying it in silence.
“Yes, Wooyoung. I still feel the same about you.”
On the other end of the line, there was no reply. Just the sound of him exhaling, quiet, and disbelieving, like hearing his name from your lips was all he’d been waiting for.
Then Wooyoung laughed. It was warm and raw and full of something that sounded like finally. You could hear him wiping at his face, hear the way it caught in his throat.
“What now?” You asked after a while. Your voice was still raw, but it was also lighter at the same time.
There was a pause, just long enough for you to wonder if maybe Wooyoung hadn’t heard you. Then he spoke, his voice as steady and sure as ever. “You could look down.”
You were confused at his request, but you did as told. You pressed your hands and face by the glass window and peered down. At first, all you saw was the busy road and some cars passing by, but then, your entire world stopped when your gaze landed on the sidewalk.
Wooyoung.
You could tell it was him even from this distance. The same posture, the same silhouette. But he looked different. More polished, more alive, somehow. His hair was shorter, styled neatly, and his face was more refined, like time had carved away some of the youth and left something more certain, more grounded.
He held his phone in his ear as his eyes found yours through the reflection of the glass. And there was a smile on his face, so subtle, but it was there.
“Oh my God, Wooyoung,” you choked out. More tears found their way up your eyes, but you couldn’t stop the smile that tugged on your lips.
Wooyoung wasn’t faring better. From this distance, you could see his eyes gloss out, his unshed tears audible on the other end.
He smiled, wider this time, up to you, his gaze never leaving yours. Wooyoung’s eyes twinkled like the stars did when he found you three years ago on the rooftop. “I guess the odds were in my favour, after all.”
You covered your mouth, torn between laughing and breaking apart entirely. You must’ve looked crazy. “Yeah. Yeah, they were.”
Your chest tightened, the simplicity of it all striking deeper than you expected. He wasn’t asking for anything. He wasn’t begging you to come down.
He was just there, looking up at you from the sidewalk like he had been waiting for you for quite some time now.
AUTHOR’S NOTE | I blame both Mingi and Mark for this. I blame both of them for this IMOT and this WIWY dance challenges. They have no right to look this good and dance this good. Thank you @hobeemin and @lovetaroandtaemin for beta-reading this! I'm so glad you both liked this! And thank you @aaagustd for the sexy banner~ 💚
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The apartment was quiet, save for the faint hum of the air conditioner and the occasional creak of the couch as you shifted your weight. You were alone—again. Mingi had been gone for weeks, swallowed up by his busy schedule: recording sessions, dance practices, late-night meetings with producers. You understood, of course. Being an idol wasn’t just a job; it was a lifestyle. But that didn’t make the loneliness any easier to bear.
You sighed, scrolling aimlessly through your phone before tossing it onto the coffee table. Your mind wandered, and soon enough, your hand did too. You slipped it between your thighs, feeling the heat already building there. Frustration simmered beneath your skin, and you decided to do something about it. Reaching into the drawer beside the couch, you pulled out your trusty dildo, the one Mingi had bought for you on a whim after a particularly raunchy night. The memory of his smirk as he handed it to you sent a shiver down your spine.
He’s not here, you thought, your fingers tracing the firm silicone. So this will have to do.
You leaned back, letting your head rest against the cushions as you spread your legs wider. The cool air kissed your exposed skin, but it did little to quell the fire growing inside you. You pressed the tip of the dildo against your entrance, teasing yourself as your breath hitched. Slowly, you pushed it in, your body welcoming the familiar stretch. A soft moan escaped your lips as you began to move it in and out, your hips lifting slightly to meet each thrust.
Your eyes fluttered shut, and you let yourself imagine it was Mingi instead of the toy. You pictured his hands gripping your hips, his mouth trailing hot kisses along your neck. You could almost hear his voice whispering in your ear, low and rough with desire. The fantasy was so vivid, so real, that you didn’t even notice the sound of the front door opening.
"Hey, babe, I’m home!" Mingi's voice rang out, followed by the soft thud of his bag hitting the floor.
Your eyes snapped open, and you froze, the dildo still buried deep inside you. Shit. You hadn’t expected him back so soon. Panic surged through you, but before you could react, another voice joined his—tone a little lighter than Mingi’s, more melodic, and entirely familiar.
"Wow, nice place," the stranger said. "I can see why you like coming home."
Your heart raced as footsteps approached the living room. There was no time to hide or cover yourself. All you could do was stare wide-eyed as Mingi rounded the corner, followed closely by another man that you seem to recognize. Both of them stopped short when they saw you sprawled on the couch, the dildo still protruding from between your thighs.
For a moment, no one spoke. The air seemed to crackle with tension as Mingi's gaze flickered from your face to the toy and back again. His expression was unreadable, but you could see the way his jaw tightened, the way his fingers clenched at his sides. Beside him, Mark—, his new friend from NCT—looked equally stunned, his dark eyes widening as he took in the scene.
You wanted to die. Or disappear. Or both. But then, Mingi surprised you by breaking the silence with a low, throaty laugh.
"Well," he said, stepping closer, "this is… unexpected."
His tone was light, teasing even, but there was an edge to it that made your stomach flutter. He knelt beside the couch, his eyes never leaving yours as he reached out to brush a strand of hair from your face. His touch was gentle, but the heat in his gaze was anything but.
"Miss me?" he murmured, his voice dropping to a husky whisper.
You swallowed thickly, trying to form a response, but the words caught in your throat. All you could manage was a shaky nod. Mingi smiled, his hand moving down to cup your cheek. Then, in one swift motion, he leaned in and captured your lips in a searing kiss. You whimpered against his mouth as his tongue slid between your parted lips. Your body arched into him, craving more of his touch, of his taste. You forgot about Mark, forgot about the toy, forgot about everything but Mingi.
"Should I just leave?" Mark said finally, sounding awkward.
"Shit," Mingi muttered, shaking his head, "Forgot you were there."
"Yeah," the other rapper chuckled. "I could see that."
Mingi straightened his back, his gaze shifting from you to his friend. He stared at the other man thoughtfully, the gears in his head clearly turning. Then, to your surprise, he turned back to you, his hand resting lightly on your bare thigh.
"Actually... I have an idea," he said, grinning wickedly. "What do you say, babe? You up for a little... extra attention?"
You blinked, uncertain whether you'd heard him correctly. His suggestion sounded an awful lot like an invitation to a threesome, but that couldn't be right. Your confusion must've been evident, because he laughed softly and brushed his knuckles over your flushed cheeks.
"Only if you and Mark want to," he amended, gesturing toward his friend who still hovered at the edge of the room. "We don't have to, obviously."
Your gaze followed his hand, and you sucked in a sharp breath when you saw the tenting fabric between Mark's legs. Shit. The situation was turning kinkier by the second, and the rush of desire that coursed through you left little doubt about your response.
"You want to share me?" you asked your boyfriend, your voice barely a whisper.
"Would you like that?" he replied. "You always said Mark was your favorite in NCT."
"I'm not opposed to it, but..." you looked at Mark, your cheeks burning, "is that okay with you? Would you... would you want that too?"
The question hung in the air, unanswered. Mark's eyes widened as he realized you were speaking to him now.
"Uh..." he stammered.
"If it makes you feel better," Mingi said, flashing his signature grin, "she sucks cock really, really well."
"Mingi!" you exclaimed, hitting him playfully on the chest.
He caught your arm, pulling you close to steal another kiss, and your objections died away instantly. All thoughts vanished from your mind as his teeth grazed your lower lip. Mingi certainly knew how to distract you, and god, did it work.
Meanwhile, Mark cleared his throat, still trying to process Mingi's proposal. "Are you serious?" he asked, watching the pair of you with obvious fascination. "You'd really be okay with that? Having sex with your girlfriend?"
"Of course," the taller rapper replied, his hand gliding from your thigh to your hip. "If you can make her feel good... why not?"
You flushed even deeper at the shameless admission, but secretly you felt a flutter of excitement. Mingi's eyes met yours again as his fingers continued to stroke your skin.
"So, what do you think, babe?" he prompted. "Want to take a ride on a different model?"
The suggestion sent a jolt through you, and your inner walls clenched involuntarily around the toy.
"Mingi," you moaned.
He laughed, kissing the tip of your nose. "Come on, baby girl," he purred. "Say yes, and we'll give you everything you need."
You were already dripping for him. Hell, maybe for both of them. This was the hottest, most exhilarating offer ever laid before you, and there wasn't a trace of doubt in your heart.
"Yes," you breathed. "Please, Mingi..."
With another wordless moan, you parted your legs as your boyfriend eased the toy from your cunt. It slipped out with an audible pop, and you squirmed at the loss of sensation, craving its return. Mingi chuckled at your eagerness and tossed the dildo onto the floor with a lewd smile. You had only a few seconds to wonder where your boyfriend wanted to start before Mark stood in front you. Your head was still resting on the pillows while his crotch was just in front of your face. You peered at his growing erection with lustful interest.
You looked over, and Mingi was smiling coyly, a smirk plastered on his lips.
"Go ahead, babe," your boyfriend coaxed. "We both know you're a slut for cock. Suck him."
Heat seared through you at his commanding tone. Fuck, you didn't need him telling you. Before you could think twice, you undid the button of Mark's jeans and swiftly tugged his zipper down, exposing the hard length of his member.
Your mouth watered at the sight, and you couldn't help yourself. You needed a taste. Sitting up straighter, you gripped the base and gave his thick cock a testing lick, like you would an ice cream cone.
"Fuck," Mark gasped above you as he tossed back his head.
You felt Mingi's large hands easing your knees further apart from his position at the other end of the couch. Instinctively, you bent your head forward, closing your lips around the tip of Mark's cock. You were aware of your boyfriend moving around, settling between your legs and hooking one over his shoulder. You shivered in anticipation, knowing what was to come.
As if on cue, the warm wetness of Mingi's mouth descended on your pussy. You moaned at the sensations, a rush of heat flooding through you as he swirled his tongue against your throbbing clit. In turn, you swallowed more of Mark's dick, working your tongue over the thick shaft as you struggled to relax your throat.
"God, your mouth feels amazing," the man who wasn’t your boyfriend said above you. His slender fingers stroked your cheek fondly as his gaze dropped to the steady rise and fall of your head.
In response, you hollowed your cheeks and sucked hard, earning a loud groan from him. Mingi hummed against you, lapping at your swollen cunt. You twitched beneath him and squirmed on the cushions.
You weren't sure which one was driving you crazier—the velvety feel of Mark's cock against the sensitive walls of your throat or the slick drag of your boyfriend's tongue against your equally sensitive folds. Both made you want to scream and writhe, to lose yourself in pleasure. Your fingers dug into Mark's thigh, holding him steady. You took his rigid length deeper, eager to please both men. Mingi slipped a finger inside you, curling and pressing until you moaned around Mark's dick and shifted restlessly.
Your skin was blazing from the inside, and your muscles tensed, longing for release. You whimpered around the idol's cock as you ground down onto your boyfriend's mouth. Mingi responded, applying more pressure to your pulsing clit with each flick of his tongue. Mark tangled a hand in your hair, encouraging you as you worked him with increasing fervor, savoring the sounds he was making. They were doing wonders to rev up the desire already pooled within you.
Your boyfriend added another thick digit into the mix, pushing past the limits of your slippery cunt, and you nearly choked. The sharp sensation jolted up your spine.
"Fuck!" you moaned loudly around Mark's cock, your vision almost spotting. You didn't care, not in the slightest. If anything, your enjoyment of this debauchery was only growing by the second.
"That's right. That's my girl," Mingi crooned. His fingers pumped in and out of your greedy hole, spreading you wider. Your stomach quivered at the intensity of the sensation, and you arched into his touch. Your orgasm was already beginning to build, coiling like a spring deep in your core.
"Just a little more," Mark urged as you picked up the pace again, bobbing your head faster.
"You gonna cum all over her face?" you heard your boyfriend tease in a silken purr from the bottom half of your body.
"Better if she swallowed it all down," the other man retorted. His grip tightened in your hair, and you felt him tug lightly, urging you to look up. When you did, you felt him pause and tense, his dick twitching. His eyes met your heavy ones. "Fuck, you're hot. If I knew Mingi's woman looked this pretty, I might've wanted you for my own."
You whined in response, an enthusiastic sound.
"Like the idea of that, huh? My baby girl being Mark's fuck toy..." Mingi mouthed against your thigh before giving it a teasing bite. "Let him fuck you when I'm on tour. When I'm away for too long, and you just need to get your hole pounded good. Don't worry. He'd make it nice and satisfying for you."
Mark laughed breathlessly as he watched your face closely. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" he asked, sounding a bit ragged, though a smug glimmer of a smile came over him. You realized you'd stopped bobbing your head entirely, hypnotized by Mingi's filth and Mark's pretty face. "Mingi did say that I'm your favorite."
You groaned in assent. He was. Right up next to your own boyfriend, of course.
Mark gave a small grunt and a "Fuck," pushing back deeper, hitting the back of your throat. You moaned appreciatively, trying to focus on the task at hand.
"Yeah... Fuck it, I bet you would," Mark growled before turning to face the man currently eating you out, "Maybe it's not such a terrible idea, Mingi... if it means I can tap her any time you're busy."
Mingi looked up at you, a twinkle of mischief dancing in his dark gaze, "What do you think babe? Mark and I can be friends, and you can get all the cock you want. Any time, anywhere..."
His words ignited something deep within you, the fire spreading to the very tips of your fingers and toes. You wanted nothing more than to see Mingi with a friend sharing you. Letting someone else pound into the tight sheath of your sopping cunt or squeeze into the round mounds of your perky tits while your boyfriend watched. Fuck, you could hardly stand it. A soft mewl escaped your lips around Mark's dick as you pressed yourself harder into your boyfriend's mouth, desperate to reach your peak.
"Yes, honey," he said firmly, clearly catching your mood. "Show Mark here how bad you want him to fuck you. How bad you want him in your pussy and how much you'll beg for him. Use your mouth, beautiful. Let him know he's welcome."
Mark cursed again as you worked him more intensely, sliding your tongue along his length. Mingi had returned to your pussy, fucking into you with his skilled fingers while devouring you like a gourmet dessert. His tongue flicked and prodded expertly, applying just the right amount of pressure at the right angles. Combined with the images swirling through your head, his skilled touches had you moaning wildly as your body tensed and quivered in warning.
"Just... Just a little more," Mark pleaded, his hips jerking forward as you swallowed around him, urging his cock to sink into your throat. You loved the sound and the feeling of him begging for release. His free hand roved over your bare breasts as he stroked your nipples with feather-light circles and pinched hard as they stiffened beneath his fingertips. "Yes. Shit... Fuck."
All at once, Mark was spilling down your throat, his essence spattering the back of it. You took him greedily, swallowing as you kept him firmly pinned with your mouth, never allowing a single drop to slip past your lips. When his hold finally slackened, you released him from your mouth with an audible pop. Mingi also backed off at the same moment. As the idol stepped aside, you couldn't help but admire his flushed face, panting chest, and loose body. You glanced at your boyfriend, wanting to bask in the fruits of their collaboration. He gave you a wink, then moved a stray lock of hair away from your forehead.
"Told you she was amazing," Mingi beamed at his idol friend.
Mark huffed a soft, amazed laugh, still catching his breath, "Sure didn't lie..." Then, his gaze dipped to your dripping sex, and you could practically sense how badly he wanted to be inside you. Maybe even just as badly as Mingi sometimes. "Mind if I..."
"Don't ask me," Mingi smirked. "Ask her."
Both men were looking at you, waiting for an answer. You wanted them both. You wanted Mark buried in you with Mingi whispering sweet filth into your ears, praising you, guiding you. The very thought was enough to have a pulse of heat coursing through you, and you couldn't stop yourself from moaning. You bit your lip and gazed at the idol, eager to have him. "Show me how good you are. Come fill me with your cock and show me how you'll fuck me good, Mark."
"See what I told you?" Mingi drawled with satisfaction. "Fucking eager."
A part of you was worried that he might feel left out, but your boyfriend had never been selfish, not once. In fact, he looked nothing but happy and turned on as he moved back to let Mark get closer to you. The rapper kicked off his jeans the rest of the way before shoving down his boxers, too impatient and excited. You felt a thrill run through you, and your breathing quickened.
It wasn't Mingi, but it was a fucking NCT member about to rail you.
You straddled Mark's lap and leaned forward, reaching between your bodies to grip the base of his dick. Mark exhaled sharply as you sank down, a whimper leaving your own lips when he filled you, the head nudging at the furthest part of your velvety walls. He paused, leaning his head back on the armrest, giving himself a second to get used to how your wet cunt wrapped so tightly around him.
"Move for me, beautiful," Mingi's low whisper encouraged, close to your ear. "Show Mark how well you can take cock."
You whined softly in agreement and rocked yourself forward. Mark's eyes fell shut, his brows furrowing, but his lips parted as a faint gasp tumbled out. He looked so damn beautiful like that, laid beneath you, enjoying himself as you rode him slowly.
"Oh fuck... shit, shit, shit," Mark panted, his hips rolling upward. "Damn, this pussy is unreal..."
"Isn't it?" You heard your boyfriend speak from your left. You blinked open your eyes that had closed without your notice and saw him sitting there next to Mark, gripping his own hard, flushed length. Just the sight of Mingi's dick, so close yet out of reach, was driving you insane with need, despite the cock in you already doing a good job of making you moan. "Make our guest feel welcome, baby, okay? Give him a reason to come back for more."
"Do you want me to come back for more?" Mark whispered up at you as his slender fingers gripped at your soft hips.
Your cunt throbbed at the sound of his voice, rough yet tender as it rang in your ears.
"Do you want him to?" Mingi asked, knowing well enough what the answer would be.
Mark's hands were sliding up to grope your breasts, and he moaned in time with you as he rocked up hard. "Fuck, answer," he groaned out, pleading. "Tell me what you want me to do."
"Yes," you hissed as the idol drove deep inside you and one of Mingi's hands reached around you to tease at your swollen clit. "I want it, I want your cock. Please... please come back for more of this pussy."
The rapper growled with satisfaction at your shameless begging. "Good girl," he murmured, drawing a shudder out of you. "As long as you keep being a good girl. Now go ahead... fucking ride me."
His eyes darted sideways and found your boyfriend's dark orbs, and an unreadable, silent agreement passed between the men. You couldn't guess what it was, too focused on riding Mark's cock to its fullest extent, wanting him to spill within you. His grip tightened on your soft curves, urging you forward onto him again, and you picked up the pace eagerly. Your fingers tangled in the NCT rapper's hair, yanking him towards you, and his hands cupped your breasts. His hot mouth latched onto your nipples, flicking and sucking greedily.
This was different from the Mark you knew from watching stage performances, MVs, or interviews. This Mark, the one currently railing you, was a carnal beast in his lust. One whose desire was purely focused on pleasure, whether he was receiving or giving.
"Does his cock fill you good, baby?" Mingi murmured, his hand pumping up and down his own throbbing cock. "You like the way Mark feels inside you? Stretching out your pretty cunt?"
"Yes," you hissed through gritted teeth. "Fuck, yes... it feels so good."
"I can tell, baby. I can see from over here how fucking happy he's making you. Fucking you real good, making you feel special. My baby girl looks so good fucking herself silly like this." He leaned over the armrest to speak directly into your ear, "Make him cum, baby. Cum all over his cock, and I'll give you my dick after. We both will, okay? You can take both of us at the same time. Wouldn't that be fun? Double the cocks?"
Your eyelids slammed shut, the mental picture of both cocks filling you up at the same time taking up your thoughts. With your boyfriend at your ass and Mark in your front hole... Shit, you could hardly stand the idea of such pleasure. It was sure to send you over the edge.
"Y-Yes," you begged. "Please, I want it. Please let me have both cocks."
"Mmm, baby... Don't worry," your boyfriend hummed as his lips trailed up your ear and sucked briefly. He leaned back, but his mouth lingered inches away. You could feel his heavy breaths mingling with yours as he moved to stand behind you, looming there with the tip of his cock against your ass. "You'll have both, promise."
With that, Mingi nudged your asscheeks apart and prodded lightly, demanding entry. You almost choked. Almost screamed. Fuck, your asshole was throbbing and gaping, needing him inside. In an instant, you realized that was probably part of his plan all along—working you and teasing you until he got what he wanted: both holes fucked at once by the two hottest guys on the planet. Not a bad outcome at all.
"You ready to get fucked hard, baby girl?" Your boyfriend murmured, and you nodded wildly, practically drooling with the mere idea. His thumb slipped past the tight ring, the digit diving deep and stroking over the warm muscles, making you shudder. "That's right," Mingi crooned at the needy moan that slipped past your lips. "Let the whole city know how badly you need both dicks."
It's not like you’d never had anal sex with Mingi before, but you’d never had it with anyone else involved, and certainly not in this fashion. Your legs clenched tighter around Mark's lean body, and you clung to his shoulders as Mingi lined up his cock, sinking the head inside slowly. You let out a broken sound, pleasure flooding through you with every inch your boyfriend pressed forward. Mark made an approving noise, pulling you closer, the shift pushing him further within you, and your eyes rolled into the back of your head as the thickness of their cocks stretched you apart.
"Fuck...!" You groaned out, thighs shaking around Mark. There was an exquisite pressure in your core. Just the tipping point you needed to fall over.
Mingi waited only a short moment once he was balls-deep. "Goddamn baby," he groaned against the shell of your ear, nipping gently, sending a small shiver down your spine, "look how well you're taking us, you feel so fucking tight. Is that good, baby girl? Can you handle all this dick? Does it feel like you imagined it would?"
He pulled out slow, rocking back, the ridges of his cock bumping pleasantly, and he rolled his hips with it. The resulting tremor that rippled across your skin was immediate, a frisson of electricity lighting a fuse deep in your belly.
"Uh, huh," you whimpered, words becoming difficult, as you adjusted to having both of them at once. Mark ground upwards into your tight, dripping cunt, and you heard his soft, surprised gasp, "S-so good."
"Shit..." Mingi let a hand skate lightly across the bottom swell of your ass cheeks as his hips pistoned his dick deep within you. "Feels fucking amazing for me too, gorgeous. Taking us so well, so good..."
The sensations you felt were beyond bliss, both of their dicks slipping in and out of you with delicious friction. You cried out, relishing the feeling of getting fucked from both ends at once, stretched around these gorgeous men. It was unlike anything you'd ever imagined or experienced, and the best part was you'd never forget this moment. Mingi and Mark seemed to work in perfect harmony, one thrusting forward as the other drew back, the pulsing sensations pushing you toward the brink of oblivion. You could no longer speak as each stroke pushed air from your lungs and arousal seared through your veins.
Mark leaned his forehead against yours. Your nose grazed his in the process, and you saw how his lips twisted. His jaw dropped in a guttural, quiet moan that made your cunt throb, and your muscles clenched tighter around the idol. "So... good," he gasped as your cunt squeezed.
"Tell him how much you like this," Mingi purred into your ear as his cock pulled free. A thrill rushed through you at the dirty talk your boyfriend loved to indulge in so often. It always drove you crazy. "Tell Mark how much you like him fucking your cunt raw."
You took a slow breath, letting your lids lift lazily to meet the idol's gaze. You tried to push the word from your lips but all that escaped were needy moans. "F-feels... ah..." you could barely even speak; you were losing your damn mind from the mind-boggling sensation of these cocks.
Mark laughed darkly, and a slight grin tugged at the corner of his lip, a knowing one. It was obvious enough you didn't have to explain it, even with the way your thighs twitched or how you shivered violently as their thick dicks slammed into you again. Mingi groaned from the other end, and you felt his lips pepper your bare shoulders. "Should we let her cum? Hm, Mark?"
"I don't know," Mark said smugly as he pulled out again. His hips lunged forward, and the impact reverberated through you, ripping a keening moan out of your throat. "That's a hard question."
"Please, please let me..." you begged, writhing uncontrollably. "I'll be a good girl. I p-promise."
The men groaned almost in unison, the sound tinged with pleasure and arousal. "Keep talking like that," Mark coaxed you. "I'm this fucking close to bursting already."
"Yeah, don't fucking stop," Mingi groaned his assent. "It's like music to my fucking ears, sweetie."
You nodded helplessly, opening your mouth as you begged shamelessly, not holding back. "I'll take your fucking cocks as many times as you want," you whined. "Over and over, forever."
"Goddamn, she's perfect," you heard Mark grit out through gritted teeth.
The groan your boyfriend let out was all heat. His fingers dug into the flesh of your hips as he ploughed his cock into you, using the strength of his hands to slam you down just as he pushed forward, each thrust almost unbearably overwhelming. "Then cum," he said, his voice almost a growl. "Be a good girl and fucking cum for us."
"Dirty little thing," Mark breathed against your parted mouth, his tongue darting out to tease your own. "Letting me and Mingi have our way with you like this... You're enjoying every minute of this, aren't you, beautiful?"
"Please... please I want to cum..." your body was writhing from the force of them. Mingi's fingertips were digging hard into your ass as he pummeled you with his massive cock while Mark was playing with your nipples. It all drove you insane, and the knot in your stomach was tighter than a fucking ball.
"Go ahead, baby," Mingi rasped in a voice thick with pleasure. You looked over your shoulder and met his fiery gaze as he said, "Cum nice and loud. I wanna hear all your pretty sounds."
Mark dropped one hand from your nipple, and his palm connected with your throbbing clit and began to massage with firm, quick circles. Your lashes fluttered, a quiet sigh escaping as your lids threatened to shut altogether. The pressure built in the base of your abdomen. In seconds, you were cumming.
The wave of ecstasy came in one sudden, powerful pulse after another. You wailed out, loud enough that they surely heard the echo throughout the apartment. Your body writhed and quaked, shuddering with the force of an intense, prolonged orgasm. Your cunt throbbed spasmodically, muscles squeezing tightly around Mark's length.
"God, look how that fucking pussy's squeezing him," Mingi drawled as he rubbed your clit, adding to the intensity of the stimulation. "She's loving this cock..."
Mark cursed sharply, his breathing picking up speed as he worked your clit mercilessly. He continued to pump upwards into your cunt, trying desperately to match his thrusts with Mingi's. "She’s going to squeeze all the cum right out of me, fuck." He groaned.
"Fuck..." you let out a filthy whine, your walls clenching tightly as the waves of pleasure overwhelmed you and had your brain completely blank, your mouth hanging open, trying to keep your breath steady as they were working you apart. "Fuck... I'm still cumming."
"Keep cumming, baby girl," your boyfriend said breathlessly, and you knew it wouldn't take him long to finish, since he loved watching your climax. His cock drove harder and faster than before, "Fuck, I'm about to cum in your fucking tight ass."
Mark shuddered out a groan beneath you, and his brows tensed. "Fuck," the idol hissed, and his pace began to pick up. "Fuck, I'm close too, where can I..." he stammered. "Where should I... god, shit..."
"Cum in me, Mark. Fucking cum in my pussy," you begged between hisses and panting breaths, looking between him and your boyfriend.
"Mmm, listen to my girl..." Mingi mumbled out against the back of your neck and bit lightly, earning another tremble, and his voice picked up and he started going faster, hitting deeper, "You heard her, cum in that fucking cunt."
Mark moaned, loud and long, his cock pulsing before he shot his seed deep, filling your spasming walls. Mingi groaned, grinding himself into you and spurting as well, his thrusts erratic and uneven as he filled your ass with a shudder. Mark's hand slid over the front of your cunt, holding his throbbing dick in place while his digits coated in cum smeared over your tender pussy lips.
"So perfect, sweetheart," Mingi murmured. Mark pulled himself free as your boyfriend slid back, groaning softly as his cock left your heat. His semen slipped from inside and dripped onto the couch beneath you.
"Holy shit," you heard Mark mumble dazedly as you sank weakly into his chest.
"Told you she was the fucking best," Mingi praised you as he moved to sit on the couch and chuckled softly, a grin lighting up his lips. "You're welcome."
"I believe it," Mark breathed, the words leaving him in one rush. He reached around you and patted you softly. "Holy shit," he repeated. "This was just... it's something else. Thank you."
"If you want something more..." your boyfriend started to offer, and the words were clear to Mark, his eyes meeting Mingi's gaze with a smirk.
Mark's answer was a faint grin. "For real, man? I mean, I won't say no... I mean I am working on an album soon... could use some inspiration."
"What do you think, baby?" Mingi smiled at you, one hand gripping your shoulder as the other caressed your side soothingly. "You want Mark to be a regular thing? So he can make albums inspired by you? Take his creativity to the next level?"
You didn't even hesitate to give an eager nod, and Mingi kissed your temple.
"Great," your boyfriend smirked at the idol, "It's settled then. And now, sweetie..." his expression softened, "Let's take this to the bedroom... you, me, and Mark are just getting started."
SUMMARY | When Taeho finds out that your pregnant and that you've been having an affair with Jongho, he gives you an ultimatum. Will you and Jongho escape from his clutches?
PAIRINGS | Jongho x Reader
RATING | Mature, NSFW, EXPLICIT, MDNI, 18+, Any Minors and Ageless Blogs will be blocked
GENRE | smut, angst, drama
CONTENT/WARNINGS | age-gap, step-cest, cheating, mentions of control and emotional abuse, slight physical abuse (arm-grabbing, hair grabbing, slapping), profanity/strong language, kissing, unprotected sex (wrap it up ya’ll!), dirty talk, fingering, oral sex, vaginal penetration, pregnancy, scandals
LENGTH | 11, 303 words
TAGLIST | @desirehorizon @sweetinsaniiity @yoonguurt @lovetaroandtaemin @heechwe @pars-ley
NETWORKS | @illusionnet @cromernet @k-vanity
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AUTHOR’S NOTE | Please read Part 1 if you haven't already. Finally part 2 is finished! I'm sorry for leaving the fic hanging the way it is haha. I'll be writing part 3 (the finale) soon since it's so fresh in my mind and I promise Taeho will get what's coming to him lol. I hope you all enjoy and thank you for sticking with this one. Much love 💚
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Taeho’s sharp voice cut through the quiet of the morning, pulling you from the haze of fatigue that had settled over you.
"You look... unwell," he said, his tone more accusatory than concerned. His eyes narrowed as he studied you from across the breakfast table. The nausea that had become a constant companion churned in your stomach, but you forced yourself to sit straighter, to avoid giving him any further reason to scrutinize you.
“I’m fine,” you replied, your voice steady despite the lie.
You took a sip of water, hoping it would settle the unease bubbling up inside you. But Taeho wasn’t convinced. He leaned back in his chair, his gaze piercing, as if he could see right through your carefully constructed facade.
“Fine? You’ve been pale for days. You barely eat. And now you’re telling me you’re fine?” His words were clipped, his irritation evident. He pulled out his phone and began tapping on the screen. “I’m calling Dr. Kim. He’ll be here this afternoon.”
Your heart skipped a beat, panic rising in your chest. Dr. Kim was the family doctor who had treated Taeho for years, who knew every detail of his medical history and yours. The thought of him examining you, discovering your secret, made your head spin. You wanted to protest, to tell Taeho it wasn’t necessary, but the stern look on his face silenced any argument. You nodded meekly, your throat too tight to speak.
The hours dragged by, each minute louder with the ticking of the clock in the living room. You tried to distract yourself, tidying up the house, folding laundry, anything to keep your mind off the impending visit. But the knowledge of what was coming loomed over you like a dark cloud. Your hands trembled as you rearranged the same vase of flowers for the third time, the petals wilting under your nervous touch.
Jongho appeared in the doorway, his presence both a comfort and a source of added tension.
“He called the doctor?” he asked, his voice low. You nodded, unable to meet his eyes. He stepped closer, his hand brushing against yours in a fleeting gesture of reassurance. “Don’t worry. We’ll handle this.”
Handle this.
The words should have been comforting, but they only amplified the dread coiled in your stomach. How could you possibly handle this? How could you explain a pregnancy to Taeho, especially when you haven’t slept with each other for years? The truth would destroy everything: your marriage, Jongho’s relationship with his father, the life you’d built together.
When Dr. Kim arrived that afternoon, Taeho greeted him with a firm handshake and ushered him into the study where you waited nervously. The doctor’s kind smile did little to ease your anxiety.
“Here she is,” Taeho said, gesturing toward you. “Tell me what’s wrong with her.”
Dr. Kim set down his medical bag and began his examination, asking routine questions about your symptoms. You answered as vaguely as possible, your heart pounding so loudly you were sure it would give you away. When he finished taking your vitals, he hesitated, glancing between you and Taeho.
“Perhaps we should discuss this privately?” he suggested gently.
Taeho frowned, clearly displeased at being excluded, but he nodded and left the room, closing the door behind him. Once you were alone, Dr. Kim turned to you, his expression sympathetic.
“How long have you known?” he asked softly.
Your breath caught in your throat. “Know what?” you stammered, though you already knew he saw through your act.
“That you’re pregnant,” he said, his voice steady but kind. “It’s written all over your test results.”
You stared at him, your mind racing. There was no point in denying it now. “I found out last week,” you admitted, your voice barely audible.
Dr. Kim sighed, running a hand through his graying hair. “This complicates things,” he said. “Given Taeho’s… condition, he’ll have questions. Questions I can’t answer without revealing the truth.”
Panic surged through you. “Please,” you begged, your voice trembling. “Don’t tell him. Not yet. I need time to figure out how to—”
“I won’t,” he interrupted gently. “But you need to understand, this isn’t something that can stay hidden forever. Eventually, he’ll find out. And when he does…” He trailed off, the unspoken words hanging heavily in the air.
You nodded, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. “I know,” you whispered. “I just need a little more time.”
Dr. Kim gave you a reassuring pat on the shoulder before packing up his things. “Take care of yourself,” he said as he headed for the door. “And good luck.”
When he left, you sank into the nearest chair, your legs too weak to support you. The sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway, growing louder as they approached. The door opened, and Taeho stepped inside, his expression dark with suspicion.
“Well?” he demanded. “What did he say?”
You looked up at him, your mind scrambling for an explanation. “He thinks it might be stress,” you lied, your voice shaking. “He recommended rest and… and some medication.”
Taeho’s eyes narrowed, studying you intently. For a moment, you thought he might argue, might push for more details. But then he nodded curtly.
“See that you follow his advice,” he said before turning on his heel and leaving the room.
Alone once more, you buried your face in your hands, the weight of your secret pressing down on you so heavily it felt like you might collapse. A soft creak of the floorboards made you look up, and there stood Jongho in the doorway, his expression a mix of concern and determination.
“What happened?” he asked quietly, stepping closer.
You shook your head, tears spilling over. “He knows,” you whispered. “Dr. Kim knows. He didn’t tell Taeho, but… it’s only a matter of time.”
Jongho knelt in front of you, his hands gripping yours tightly. “We’ll figure this out,” he said firmly. “Together. Just like I promised.”
His words should have been enough to calm you, but the fear coursing through your veins was too strong. “What if he finds out before we’re ready?” you asked, your voice breaking. “What if—”
Jongho silenced you with a kiss, his lips soft but insistent against yours. “I won’t let him take you away from me,” he murmured when he pulled back. “Not you. Not our baby.”
The next afternoon, Taeho called Dr. Kim into the study without warning. You sat in the living room, your stomach churning with dread as you listened to the low murmurs of their voices through the closed door. Jongho was upstairs, unaware of what was happening. You gripped the edge of the sofa, your knuckles turning white.
When the door finally opened, Dr. Kim stepped out first, his face pale and strained. He avoided your gaze as he quickly gathered his things and left. Taeho followed moments later, his expression dark and unreadable. He stood in the doorway, his eyes fixed on you like a predator sizing up its prey.
“Get in here,” he commanded, his voice cold and sharp.
Your heart pounded as you rose from the sofa, your legs trembling beneath you. You walked into the study, feeling as though you were walking to your execution. Taeho closed the door behind you with a soft click that echoed like a gunshot in the silence.
He didn’t sit. Instead, he leaned against the desk, his arms crossed over his chest. His gaze bore into you, searching for something—anything—that would confirm his suspicions. When he spoke, his voice was calm, too calm, and it sent a shiver down your spine. “Dr. Kim told me everything. Had to threaten him to tell me otherwise he’d lose his practice.”
Your breath hitched. Everything. The word hung in the air between you, heavy and suffocating. You opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out. What could you say? How could you possibly explain this?
Taeho’s lips curled into a grim smile. “Pregnant,” he said, letting the word linger as if tasting it on his tongue. “Eight weeks.”
You swallowed hard, your throat dry. “Taeho…” you began, but he held up a hand, silencing you.
He pushed off the desk and began to pace the room, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. When he spoke again, his voice was quiet, controlled, and it was far more terrifying than if he had yelled. "Fifteen years that we could not conceive. How?" he asked, his words dripping with accusation. "What did you do? How could you bear me an offspring? Tell me. I'd really like to know."
"I... I don't know," you whispered, shaking your head helplessly. "It just happened..."
"Just happened?" he seethed. "I haven't touched you in years and it just happened? You expect me to believe that we magically have a child?" He took a step forward, closing the gap between you, towering over you with his height. "How dare you whore yourself around with another man, under my roof?"
"Like you haven't brought woman after woman to sleep with you in that bedroom for years?" you fired back, not caring about his reaction. If you were going down, then so was Taeho. "Oh, don't pretend to look so innocent. I hear the sounds of the bedsprings, I even smell the scent of cheap perfume from outside your bedroom doors!"
"But you're my wife! Mine!" He grabbed your chin with his bony hand, and despite his age, his grip was strong. "How could you shame me like this? That my own wife cheated on me and got herself knocked up by her lover? Who is he? Is it anyone I know? I swear if he's someone that I have to deal with I—"
"If I was still yours, then you'd show me that you still loved me and not parade a different girl in our home every fucking night! If you really did, then maybe, just maybe, we could have made that baby," you shouted. "But it's clear you never truly wanted me or our marriage! You only think of yourself and what you want! Your wants and needs! Not me!"
"Shut up," he snapped. "Shut up! You—"
"I bet you want to know what I did to get pregnant when you could not do it," you shot back, cutting him off. You grabbed his hand off your chin and placed his palm on your belly, on top of the small swell that could no longer be ignored, pressing it firmly. You hissed in his ear, your hot breath fanning across his skin. "I went down and took my lover's big, fat cock deep inside me all over and over and over again, until I felt him cumming so hard and so fast一"
"Stop," Taeho growled, a look of utter disgust painted on his face as he pulled his hand away from your belly. "Shut up! Who is the father? Is it someone I know?”
Before you could answer, the door burst open, and Jongho strode into the room, his face flushed with anger. “It’s me,” he said, his voice steady despite the storm brewing in his eyes. “I’m the father.”
Taeho’s head snapped toward him, and for a moment, the room was utterly silent. Then Taeho let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “My son,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “And my wife.”
Taeho’s laughter faded, replaced by a cold, calculating look. He straightened, his hands gripping the edge of the desk. “Do you have any idea what this will do to our family? To our reputation? This… this filth—”
“Don’t call it that,” Jongho interrupted, his voice rising. “This isn’t filth. It’s a child. Our child.”
Taeho’s jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing. For a long moment, he said nothing, just studied the two of you as if weighing his options. Then, slowly, he pushed himself away from the desk and walked around it, coming to stand directly in front of you.
“You’ve betrayed me,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. He paused, his gaze turning to you. Something flickered in his expression, a shadow passing across his face that left you cold to the bone. “I can’t believe the both of you have been doing this behind my back.”
Jongho stepped protectively between you and his father, shielding you from view. "If you lay even one hand on her, I'll一"
"Do what? What will you do, Jongho?" Taeho cut his son off, raising his eyebrow. "You can't touch me. I'm still the man of the house and she's my property to do as I please."
"Taeho!" you shouted. “I’m not your property!”
"You stay out of this!" he barked at you before looking back at his son. "You dare to be intimate with my wife? Under my roof?" he asked the youngest. "Tell me, son. Did she beg you to fuck her? Put a child in her so that you both can humiliate me?"
"No," Jongho said in a steady voice. "She deserves to be loved. Something you should have been providing her years ago. So, yes. I gave her love and attention. The love and the affection you've denied her over the years."
“She doesn’t need love! She just needs to一“
"Taeho, stop it!" you shouted once more, moving around Jongho to be eye-to-eye with your husband. "You don't get to judge what we've been doing when you haven't been a husband to me ever!"
"Did you like it when my son, your stepson, fucked you, hmm?" He grabbed your arm, yanking you hard towards his chest so you can look up at his icy glare. His grip tightened, fingers digging painfully into your flesh. "Did you enjoy fucking my son with that cunt of yours, you whore?!"
You've had enough. Grabbing a hand off of your bicep, you raised it and slapped Taeho, a red angry welt of his face blooming quickly. He stared at you wide-eyed, completely flabbergasted that you, who was always submissive and never dared to raise your voice at him, just hit him.
"How dare you?" Taeho growled before gripping your hair painfully hard and you winced, struggling against his hold. Jongho was about to pull him off, but you signaled for him not to. "You've humiliated me. Shamed me in front of the whole world. All because of him," he said, pointing at Jongho. He paused, his gaze flickering between you and Jongho. “You both betrayed me and I should throw you out of this house right now. But… But I’m not going to do that. Not yet.”
You frowned, confusion mixing with the fear coiling in your gut. “What do you mean?” you asked cautiously.
Taeho’s lips curved into a cruel smile before releasing your hair, watching as Jongho wrapped his arms around you. “I’ll adopt the child as my own,” he said, his tone almost casual, as if he were discussing a business deal. “No one outside this house needs to know the truth. As far as the world is concerned, it’s mine.”
Your heart skipped a beat. “Why would you do that?”
“Because,” Taeho said, stepping closer until you could feel the heat of his breath on your skin, “it’s what’s best for the family. Our name. We can’t risk having our reputation destroyed because my wife cheated and slept with my son behind my back. I won't allow that. So, we make it appear that everything is as normal as possible. What people see is what they get. Our marriage and life."
He reached out, brushing the loose strand of your hair behind your ear. A tender gesture from him felt so foreign to you that it made your blood run cold. The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end as you remembered his previous threats. "You don't want your parents to suffer the shameful consequences, do you? The social damage that would result if news of your affair were to leak. Your father would have to resign from being the mayor, his name, and political status tarnished for your mistake."
Your eyes widened as his words sank in. "You wouldn't Taeho," you said, disbelief in your tone.
"I've done worse things," he replied nonchalantly.
Your throat tightened and a shiver of horror passed through you. "Taeho, I一" you tried to plead, but he stopped you.
"From now on," Taeho spoke over you, his voice brokering no argument, "you'll act as normal in public. As if everything is perfect. As for the two of you…” He glanced at Jongho, his smile widening. “Do whatever you want. I don’t care anymore. Just keep it quiet. Keep it hidden. If anyone finds out, I’ll ruin you both.”
The weight of his words settled over you like a suffocating blanket. You looked at Jongho, searching for some sign of reassurance, but his expression was unreadable. He reached for your hand, his fingers intertwined with yours, but the gesture did little to ease the turmoil inside you.
Taeho took a step back, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer before he turned and walked toward the door. “This conversation is over,” he said, his tone final. “You’re dismissed.”
The door clicked shut behind him, leaving you and Jongho alone in the stifling silence. You turned to him, your heart aching with a mix of relief and fear.
“What do we do now?” you whispered.
Jongho pulled you into his arms, his embrace tight and protective.
“We survive,” he murmured against your hair. “For us. For our baby.”
His words offered a sliver of hope, but the reality of Taeho’s threat loomed over you like a dark cloud. You clung to Jongho, your mind racing with possibilities. Could you really live like this? In secret? Always hiding, always afraid?
As if sensing your doubts, Jongho cupped your face in his hands, forcing you to meet his gaze. “We’ll get through this,” he said firmly. “Together. I promise.”
You nodded, though the uncertainty still gnawed at you. “Together,” you repeated, leaning into his touch.
In the months that followed, you fell into a strange sort of routine. The three of you kept to yourselves, moving silently through the house, like shadows playing a sinister game of tag. Taeho was too absorbed in his work to pay attention to you or Jongho, though you could feel his rage simmering just beneath the surface.
Despite his disinterest, the pregnancy advanced, and soon you found yourself standing at the edge of the bathroom, gazing into the mirror. You cradled the slight swell of your abdomen with your hand, wondering how everything had changed so much. A flicker of movement beneath the surface of your skin made you gasp.
Behind you, Jongho stood in the doorway, his gaze fixed on you. He took a hesitant step forward, then another, until he was close enough to brush his fingertips across your stomach. You pressed your palm against his, marveling at how small your hand was in comparison.
"How far along?" he whispered, his breath ghosting over your neck.
"Five, almost six months," you breathed back, goosebumps prickling down your spine as he kissed the side of your neck and your shoulder. He slipped his arms around your waist, his palms settling across your belly.
"You're carrying my baby," he murmured, the words filled with awe. You placed your hands on top of his, leaning back against him as you drank in the feeling. You turned your head and tilted your chin up towards him. He smiled warmly as he leaned down and brushed his lips against yours. "You're my everything. Now more than ever."
You twisted your body around and kissed him soundly, fingers threading into his dark strands as he pressed his forehead to yours.
"I love you," you breathed softly.
"I love you so, so much," he hummed against you. "Can we… Are you allowed to…"
You placed his hand on your ass cheek and he gave it a little grope before you led his digits to between your thighs. You rubbed it up and down your damp underwear-covered pussy before you looked at him through hooded eyes. "Dr. Kim has cleared it for me. Only if you're willing, and I'm completely down for anything."
He groaned softly against your neck, nuzzling against you. "Fuck," he whispered as he peppered butterfly kisses along the column of your throat, his hand sliding under the hem of your panties. "I am more than willing to give it a shot," he husked against you. "You look so damn beautiful with my baby inside you. I want to show you exactly how much you mean to me."
A breathless sigh escaped your parted lips as he slowly stroked along the moist heat. Your head fell back, a soft moan echoing in his ear. "Jongh, I…" you panted. "Take me to bed."
"As you wish," he teased you, his low voice rumbling through your body as he picked you up and carried you across the room to your bed. The lights were dimmed and he left them on as he laid you down on the bed before crawling in between your legs.
You licked your dry lips as you watched him plant himself on his knees between your spread legs. He grasped the hem of his shirt and slowly pulled the fabric up over his chest and shoulders, revealing each flexing and relaxing muscle he had on his abdomen. You shivered at the sight and slid your tongue against your lower lip. He dropped the shirt aside on the ground and then unbuckled his belt, watching your reaction the entire time.
"You're teasing me," you whimpered softly.
"Is it working, my love?" he rasped.
He leaned over you, supporting himself on his strong arms as he towered over you, your swollen stomach cradled by his well-honed, sculpted abs and muscular physique. He kissed along your neck, stopping at the hollow of your throat where he bit down ever-so-gently. You gasped and writhed underneath him, your desire growing.
"It's working so damn well," you panted, "Fuck..." You struggled to think straight as his kisses travelled lower, along the curve of your breasts and down to your bare stomach. You ran your hand through his raven strands and arched your back when you felt the flat of his wet tongue lick a broad swath down to your aching core.
His hot breath fanned over the delicate skin of your nether lips as he exhaled, causing a delicious shiver of anticipation to run down your spine. With his index finger, Jongho ever-so-lightly traced along the seam of your lower lips before dipping deeper. "So wet, already," he whispered with awe, the vibrations tickling your womanhood.
"Please," you whispered, bucking your hips upwards slightly. "Stop teasing..."
"Gonna eat you out first," he informed you and without warning, his hot and wet appendage flattened out on your inner labia, licking a long broad strip. You nearly cried out and fell apart from his touch alone, a resounding, reverberating whine echoed in his room and in the empty corridors beyond.
Your breathing grew ragged, sweat beginning to trickle down between your shoulder blades and along the valley of your chest as you writhed on the sheets. It had been far too long since he had his mouth on you and your body remembered all too well how talented of a lover he was.
"Don't come yet," he warned in that low and sultry tone of his as his fingers circled your clit. You whimpered softly, squeezing the sheets with your hands in an attempt to distract yourself from the rising pressure within. Your muscles were growing tense, ready for release as you focused on his touch.
Just as you were about to beg, Jongho sunk his teeth in the flesh of your thigh and the sudden burst of pain drove you right on the precipice, dangling helplessly in that state of pleasure-filled agony. "Not yet," he reminded you once more, kissing away the mark he had made. "You look like a piece of art," he told you, his hand curling up on your stomach. "All round and soft, ripe and beautiful with my baby growing inside."
The sensation of his large hand pressing into your sensitive stomach made you feel like you were floating. His words added to the feeling as he whispered his desires for your pleasure and future. "I can't wait to meet our baby," he whispered as his mouth descended to take your clit between his teeth. "But for now... "
He began to suckle gently and then licked the abused bundle of nerves, sending you higher and higher as you ascended from pleasure to sheer and utter joy. "Jongho!"
"That's it, baby," he purred darkly. "Scream my name for me. Let the whole world know who you belong to," he instructed you as he coaxed your body through an intense orgasm, his fingers rubbing your folds incessantly. "Let my father know who gives you pleasure he never could."
Your thighs trembled, breath hitching and raspy in your throat as Jongho's touch burned on your skin. "Please," you moaned, closing your eyes. "Please, just f-fuck me already!"
"I'm making love to you," Jongho corrected as he planted light kisses on your soft skin before biting at it gently. "Making love to the mother of my child. Making love to the one whom I wish to spend my eternity with."
"I love you so much," you said breathlessly, looking into those bright pools of chocolate that you loved oh-so-much. You bit your bottom lip as Jongho let go of his hardened length, his member springing forth from the confines of his black boxer briefs. He moved to lay next to you, positioning you on your side to relieve some of the pressure off your stomach as his hands trailed across your bare skin.
He kissed your forehead before kissing a hot trail down to your ear and whispered, "I'll be careful." He took your leg, lifting it a bit and hitched it over his hip. Slowly and gently, you felt the tip of his hot member nudged at your entrance, pushing its way slowly into the clenching cavern of your waiting cunt. You leaned into him and he planted feather-soft kisses down your neck. "Does it hurt?"
"No," you replied softly, relishing in the feel of him, your body reacting as he moved his hips, rolling into you with an achingly slow but pleasurable tempo.
"Tell me if you're feeling uncomfortable or if I need to stop, okay? I don't want to hurt our baby," he murmured, reaching one arm out and resting it across the swell of your middle.
"You're not going to, I promise," you reassured him, sliding your hand over his. The movement of his hips came in fluid rolls, not too hard, but certainly not too soft. Your lashes fluttered as you closed your eyes, taking in the sensations washing over you. "This feels so good," you moaned softly, opening your eyes and meeting his gaze. "Don't stop."
Jongho nuzzled against your cheek, burying his face in the crook of your shoulder, his breath hot and heavy on your skin. You moaned and lifted your chin, granting him better access, and his fingers wrapped around your sensitive breast, rolling the stiff nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
"Jongho," you said shakily, feeling the pleasure cresting.
"Yeah?"
"I'm going to..."
His pace increased ever so slightly. "Yeah," he whispered in a soft tone. "Me too..."
Your toes curled and your hand gripped the pillow harder, his name leaving your lips in a steady litany of, 'please, please, yes, yes, please.'
"Love you," he growled softly. "Always...always," he vowed, his own hips rolling erratically before pulling out and coating your swollen belly in his essence, the cum glistening under the lamplight.
"Love you too," you moaned. "Fuck..."
For a long moment, you both laid still, recovering. Then he brushed the hair out of your face and planted a soft kiss on your temple. "Are you alright?" he asked, trailing his fingertips up and down the arm that rested along your belly.
"Mm," was your non-verbal response. Your brain and body felt as though they had liquified. There was simply nothing left to form coherent thoughts.
"Is the baby okay?" Jongho added, kissing the tip of your nose.
You nodded and brought his hand up, placing it over the center of your stomach. Just as before, his expression changed from concern, to awe and wonderment as the flutter of movement rippled beneath his palm.
"Jongho," his name crossed your lips softly. He lifted his gaze to meet yours, and a gentle smile touched his features. You cupped his cheek with the palm of your hand. "Thank you," you breathed.
"What for, my love?"
"For everything," you said, feeling content for the first time in a long while.
"Anything for you."
Your eyes drifted closed as you relaxed against him. "You spoil me..."
"Not enough," he hummed softly against your cheek.
"Yes, enough," you yawned before you tilted your head slightly and kissed his mouth. "Enough to make this place feel a little bit more like home."
"Always," Jongho vowed. "You and our child are my entire reason for living. My everything."
Later that same evening, you sit in the kitchen, a cup of tea cradled between your hands as Taeho scrolls through his laptop. The dim glow of the screen makes his already severe features appear even more rigid than usual, and it causes a pit to form in your stomach. Despite Jongho's comforting presence beside you, the tense energy permeates throughout the room, enveloping the two of you as well.
"I'm announcing the pregnancy at the charity gala next week," Taeho states, not looking up at you. "The sooner everyone knows, the less rumors can spread. The easier time it will be to pass it off as mine."
"You don't think people will question it? Taeho, you're fifty-nine and I'm thirty-nine..." you counter weakly, but his icy blue glare immediately quells your protest. "Our social circles know that we've haven't had any children in the fifteen years we've been married."
"We'll say that we went through science. After multiple attempts at fertility treatments and IVF we're finally being rewarded," Taeho snaps, cutting you off sharply. "These things take time. Maybe you had trouble getting pregnant, or I had low sperm count, and with the help of the newest fertility advancements we were successful."
"Do you really think they'll buy that?" you ask.
"We're one of the richest families in Seoul. Of course they'll buy it," Taeho's head snaps up from his laptop, his icy glare pinning you into place. "Whatever it takes for us to appear like a model family. Especially now with your father's re-election coming up."
With a heavy sigh, Taeho pulls back his laptop screen and closes it, clicking the tip of his pen against the lid twice, before he slides the device to the side. He fixes Jongho with an intense glare. "You will not be attending the gala."
Jongho opens his mouth to protest, but Taeho silences him with a sharp finger pointed in his direction.
"I've been allowing you both a great deal of slack, more than either of you deserve, I might add. This baby will solidify my legacy. I won't have my greatest achievement stolen from me," he hisses, his voice low and deadly. “Imagine the scandal if the world found out that my thirty-nine year old wife is having an affair with my twenty-four year old son. And having a baby no less.”
A long tense pause stretches across the kitchen as all the adults ponder these words carefully.
"It'll be difficult for us to present the charade without him," you eventually say. "Jongho is your firstborn. You really think people won't find it suspicious that he doesn't attend a gala that we're hosting? Especially one that is for his stepmother's pregnancy reveal? People will talk, saying that there is trouble within the family."
Taeho growls low in his chest before lacing his fingers together and bringing them to his mouth in deep thought. "It's a risk, a big one, I agree," he nods, considering your words. "Fine but you are not to be near him. There will be no intimacy between the two of you. Don't even think about acting on whatever disgusting lust you're harboring," he threatens with a raised eyebrow. "Do those behind closed doors and keep it behind closed doors."
A hot flash of anger burns its way through you, but it dissipates just as quickly as it arrived as Jongho rests his hand over yours, his thumb tracing patterns over your knuckles. "He's right, Y/N."
Your gaze jerks to the younger man's and he shakes his head slightly, his expression a warning. Anger bleeds into frustration, and you stare down at your tea as the silent conversation carries on around you. "Fine," you relent with a sigh.
"If there's an inkling of suspicion, if people start asking questions and trying to figure out the paternity, this arrangement will shatter and I will make sure that neither of you ever see your child. You best behave," Taeho promises before shuffling out of the kitchen without another glance, his presence hovering like a specter, casting a grim mood over the whole house.
"I can't have him raising our baby, Jongho," you whisper, afraid your words will cause the house to collapse around you. "Who knows what lies he'll tell to his grandchild, the horrid stories he'll twist to paint you as the monster and turn him or her against you..."
You feel your composure breaking, hot, angry tears pricking at the backs of your eyes. Jongho spins his chair so that he is facing you and he stands to hold your shaking form close to his chest.
"Calm down, Y/N. Listen to me," he says. "When the time is right, we will leave. It may be tomorrow, or it may be ten years from now, but I vow to you that I will not stop until you're free of this prison and we can start our life together. Father won't hurt you or our baby," he vows. "I swear it."
As much as you wanted to believe him, to believe that Jongho could save you, the reality of the situation settled on your shoulders like lead. No amount of money would be able to win against Taeho's reputation and influence in Seoul. There was no escape, no possibility of ever truly being happy.
"Congratulations!" the voices all say, or something of the kind. Everyone at the gala is buzzing with curiosity about your pregnancy, but there's no end to it. Questions, speculation, curiosity. It goes on and on for the next few hours. Taeho always appears cool and composed when he is in the public eye. Never letting his true self, the cruel man underneath, show.
He's almost pleasant, smiling and answering any questions about the baby, the struggles it took to finally concieve after all these years. All the while his hand rests gently against your lower back or the base of your neck, showing the entire room, all his colleagues, investors, and friends, who you belong to. His power is unmistakable. You play the role perfectly, an award winning actress, standing by his side, listening to him describe how happy the two of you are. It made you feel nauseous, knowing his true feelings toward you, but you've had enough practice putting on a smile to do it once again.
You didn't have to try and smile or laugh, however, when Taeho wasn't around. That came naturally for you, whenever you were in the company of your friends at the event. It felt wonderful to be surrounded by them, basking in their endless praise, congratulations, and well-wishes for your upcoming motherhood.
Still, in spite of the joy they brought you, you couldn't deny the dull ache in your heart whenever your gaze traveled to a certain someone. From the corner of your eye you watched him. The way he laughed, the sound reaching your ears and lifting your heart. How his dark eyes danced and sparked with light. And, oh, that smile. That was a sight worthy of its own work of art. It drew you in, captivating you and rendering you completely, hopelessly enamored with him. You wanted to see that smile every day, feel its warmth wash over you. You wanted to run up and wrap your arms around his shoulders, hug him, bury your face in the crook of his neck. Feel the hard muscle beneath his well-tailored tuxedo flex as he pulls you closer.
"Earth to Y/," a soft voice breaks into the fantasy and you snap back to reality.
Soojin stands next to you, wearing a slightly exasperated expression. You realize that you've spaced out. Again. She had come over, followed by a handful of other friends.
"Sorry," you apologize, flustered. "I was a little distracted."
Soojin laughs and pats your arm reassuringly. She glances toward where you were staring a moment before and arches an eyebrow at you. "I would stare too if my stepson looked like that," she teased, jutting her chin in his general direction.
"I'm allowed to be happy about my stepson, can't I?" you chided gently, following her gaze once more. She gives your hand a sympathetic squeeze, her touch feather-light as it falls to your shoulder, rubbing a reassuring pattern through your gown's silk.
Of all your friends, Soojin was the only one you told that you were carrying Jongho's child. If there was anyone who would have an understanding of how trapped you were, she knew the feeling. She too, was trapped in a marriage because of her father's social and political ties. The age difference between her and her husband was nowhere near the twenty years of yours and Taeho’s, but you're still two women, who fell in love with the wrong men. She married for duty, not love, a position you both know too well, but are not prepared for. She, at least, got lucky when she and her husband ended up falling madly in love with each other.
She understood your predicament more than your other girlfriends could understand. Though they still love and support you and promise to always help whenever you need them. But Soojin was the only one who truly understood. So you couldn't lie to her. You couldn't hide Jongho from her. She deserved to know the truth.
It took a few weeks, but you had built enough courage to call her up to tell her what you were hiding from her.
Soojin had listened to your story and comforted you, all without judgment. She took your confession and Jongho's, and held you while you cried. And once the tears had dried up, she'd sworn, right then and there, to never let anything bad happen to you. Because even though you were trapped by circumstances you didn't choose for yourself, she saw the one glimmer of hope you'd found in a twenty four year old man that you happened to fall in love with, but also the man that happened to be the son of your husband.
So she kept your secrets, even from her own husband, and had helped you keep yours and Jongho's secret buried from prying eyes. For now, that was all she could do to protect you both.
"I'm happy for you," Soojin says as she pats your hand, the other ladies in agreement. "Fifteen years and finally a child."
Your hand rubs a small circle against the silk-wrapped swell of your belly as you nod. "I should thank whatever gods allowed the magic to finally happen," you say, biting your lip in thought.
The ladies all coo and fuss over your belly, already asking when your baby shower will be, but you haven't yet thought about those kinds of details. It didn't even occur to you with all the other issues. When and where will the nursery be, that's the most you can think of right now. You're only six months along, and still the pain of Taeho's ultimatum and his demand of complete normalcy after, weighs heavy on your mind.
Even when Soojin drags you away from the group, promising to bring you back to them soon, you're only halfway listening as you two wander, deep in thought.
"Thank you, by the way," you say as Soojin leads you outside, the cool air hitting your face. It feels amazing, the crispness making your nerves relax. She smiles as she leans against the railing, gazing out to the nighttime cityscape.
"For?" Soojin questions, tilting her head to you.
You settle beside her and copy her gesture. "Keeping this a secret for me," you answer and she merely smiled warmly before turning to the view.
"We've known each other since the sandbox," she remarks. "We've been best friends through thick and thin." she sighs. "You're my sister by another mister. I have your back through thick and thin and always. And besides, you've kept a few secrets of mine, so it's only fair, yeah? Tit for tat."
She nudges your shoulder softly, catching your eye.
You bite your lip before speaking. "It doesn't feel real," you confess and she turns to give you her full attention. "My baby." Soojin hums, urging you to continue as your eyes drift up to the darkened sky. "Taeho said he wanted to adopt the child. When it's born. Raise it as his own," you shake your head, "It's absurd, isn't it? It sounds absurd."
"Taeho can suck my balls for all I care," she deadpans, her face impassive as she sips her champagne. You nearly spit out your sip, as you begin to snicker, laughter bubbling up in your throat. She smiles and drapes an arm over your shoulder. "I'm sorry for him and his sad, old shriveled-up nutsack."
Your laugh is hearty and unashamed. "Y'know," you sniff, wiping the tears forming at your waterline, "that was the first real laugh I've had in weeks."
Soojin smiles softly, giving your shoulder a brief squeeze.
"What's so funny out here?" Taeho asks, his sharp voice cutting across the otherwise peaceful scene.
Soojin flashes a dazzling smile at the old man before replying cheerfully. "Just getting some fresh air." She gives his arm a gentle pat as she stands and glides past him into the banquet hall, leaving the two of you alone.
Taeho rounds on you, a disapproving scowl etched into his weathered features.
"The party is in there," Taeho demands as his heavy hand rests against your upper arm, yanking you around. "A pregnant woman is the most desired conversation topic," he snaps with a grin on his lips and venom in his words. "Socialite gold. The dream is for our baby to get more praise and gifts. Don't forget what's at stake, dear."
Taeho holds onto your arm tightly, pulling you close as he drags you back inside the extravagant venue. The sounds and sights of the party immediately crash against you as Taeho weaves and threads you both through the crowd. "Now come, we're going to speak to your father and some donors. Play the part of the perfect couple."
"Yes, Taeho," his name rolls off your tongue like lead. Disgust roils in your stomach, filling you with unease. Taeho drags you to stand beside your father, who smiles broadly. He takes in the two of you and claps Taeho on the shoulder before holding out his arms for a warm hug.
"My daughter," he greets jovially and his hug envelopes you in the safety that only your father could bring, wrapping you up in the soft cashmere wool and tobacco scent. The hug is short, but in the moment where you and your father are close, he leans in. "Your happiness is all I ever wanted," he whispers into your hair before letting you go.
Your father was never the demonstrative sort. But over time, his heart had grown warmer. He was a simple man who tried his best to protect his family. Seeing him struggle throughout the years hadn't been easy. There had been times where you and he butted heads. Where you were just plain scared and needed someone to blame. Looking back at all those memories, those weren't fond moments. Still, you missed how he used to be. Before money and politics.
The feeling was bittersweet.
You longed to talk to him about your relationship with Jongho, as vague as it was. Even more so, you wished for his wisdom, because Taeho's threat hung over you, a dark cloud you could no longer ignore. At the same time, you desperately needed him to tell you everything would be okay. Like a little girl waiting for her father to come rescue her from the monsters. Only, this monster lives inside your house, and has its greedy grip locked around you.
You stand next to your husband as your father and Taeho's meeting wears on, idly skipping from foot to foot to alleviate the ache that's begun to take root at the base of your spine. It was a constant dull throb now, a reminder of the burden you carry in front of you. The evidence of a life created despite all odds. The life created with the man you love. The life Taeho was demanding ownership over.
As the business discussion continued, Taeho's grip tightens ever so slightly, subtly, only enough for you to notice the twitch. Enough to send a hint that you shouldn't fidget while standing beside him, even if it caused you the slight twinge of physical discomfort.
"Excuse me," you mutter politely, extracting your arm from Taeho's grip. "The baby is having a field day today," you smile sheepishly and bow your head in respect and thanks as your father excuses you, understanding and compassion evident in his eyes.
Warmth and a tiny wave of relief flood through you as you excuse yourself from the stuffy situation, disappearing in the thick crowd of charity party-goers. Your steps echo heavily throughout the room as the cacophony of voices swallow the sounds around you. You quicken your pace, desperate for escape, but are stopped just as quickly by a sharp hand gripping your bicep.
The panic washes away as soon as your eyes take in the sight of Jongho. The faint warmth from his palm pressed gently to your arm brings a breath of life and joy to your body.
"Y/N, are you okay? I'm worried for you," his words are sincere, his brows knit in concern as he looks over your face.
"I just want to get away from here," you admit.
"I know, I've wanted to be with you all night. Father has forbidden us being near each other and it's the only thing keeping me at bay," Jongho's voice is nothing short of an anguished whisper. He knows how dangerous it is to be together right now. Anyone could be watching. Your father, Taeho. That isn't something he's willing to risk, no matter how much it hurts.
The agony is written over his handsome features, clear as crystal, as his gaze meets yours, only for him to take a step away from you.
"I know this must be incredibly uncomfortable, being surrounded by all these people fawning over your bump that he claims as his," Jongho shakes his head in disbelief, his own pain hidden behind an indifferent expression. "He can have the public," he spits the word like a curse before his eyes lock on to you. The determination in the steely blue depths has a shiver running down your spine. "All I want, Y/N, is for the world to see our child. That I made you the happiest woman on this earth. That it's the product of our love."
The love and adoration on his face has you clenching your jaw and blinking to keep the tears building in your eyes from falling. He cradles your face, leaning his forehead to yours.
"Stay strong my love, please," Jongho urges gently before he presses a kiss to your forehead. "I know that this will be hard for us both. We need to pretend this baby belongs to him in order to protect our future and get out. Stay strong, Y/N," he murmurs as the baby kicks.
The movements make you gasp softly and you grab the younger man's hands, pressing them to the spot. Tears well in his eyes, pure bliss lighting his expression and illuminating every sharp feature. A laugh bubbles from him. It's so infectious and contagious that you begin laughing, too.
"I love you," Jongho smiles tenderly. "Don't you ever forget."
You wish he could kiss you.
If he could, it would chase all this torment away and bring back that comfort and protection, but he can't. Not here in the middle of an event. His name called from somewhere in the banquet hall and you both recognize the voice, knowing he has to return.
"Go," you plead, despite the twinge in your chest at the thought of his absence. Jongho's eyebrows pinch in reluctance. "Jongho, it's fine. It'll all be fine. Please, don't give Taeho any reason to follow through on his threat to keep us from each other."
It's the most you've said in weeks and he hates leaving, but he listens because he loves you and that's the least he can do. It's the best way to ensure the baby, his baby, your baby, doesn't fall into the hands of Taeho.
Jongho can't risk that.
After the charity gala, it seems like everyone in the entire metropolitan area wants to know about your pregnancy and what's to come. Taeho makes a show of pretending to dote on your swelling belly. Showering you in gifts, and gushing to his social circles about his "long-awaited miracle", "finally carrying his own child" and more. He plays the part of loving husband to a t and it's almost frightening, how easily he lies.
But behind closed doors he barely looks in your direction and ignores your presence entirely. Taeho would occasionally give you and Jongho looks filled to the brim with disdain when the young man walked into a room, but Taeho mostly went on as though the two of you don't exist. His obsession with work kept him too busy to pay much mind, so you spent your days knitting little garments and practicing for labor and delivery, going on morning walks around the gardens.
Weeks fly by in a blur, the time melting from weeks into days until you feel the baby's movement more prominently. There's still a few weeks until you'll meet your baby, but they've proven themselves to be impatient, more active and rambunctious with each day that passes.
On most evenings you find yourself on the sofa, watching television shows while the baby kicks and pushes against the confinement of your stomach. Today is like most, except you're aching from sitting there and doing nothing for so long, the aches are more noticeable today than they've been. With a groan, you move to get up, pushing to your feet.
"Hi there, my little prince," you coo quietly, rubbing your stomach when your son kicks under your hand. A wobbly grin spreads across your face, your emotions betraying the dread weighing heavy on your heart, and you nod resolutely, swallowing back the thickness that's begun to rise up.
You continue to your room, unable to walk in a straight line, constantly adjusting for the awkward sensation and balance issues your unborn child had gifted you with. A faint hissing noise and the steady drip of the bathroom sink's faucet catches your attention. Jongho steps out a few minutes later, shirtless and water droplets glistening over his smooth skin as the droplets slide slowly down the peaks of his chest, the sculpted abs of his stomach. His sweatpants hang dangerously low and he drags a towel across the length of his wet hair, scrubbing it. You bite your lip, keeping your desire to throw him on the bed and jump him at bay.
"Hey, babe," Jongho smirks as you both walk toward the center of the room where you stand next to each other. Jongho's smirk softens, turns into a gentle, loving smile that leaves you weak and breathless, and you stare in wonder as his face and eyes soften when he lays a large palm on the mound of your stomach. "What was he up to today?" he asks, gazing down as the baby presses a foot directly to his hand, making him giggle like a boy. It's a heartwarming sound, light and happy and overflowing with joy. Your eyes burn as a small, wobbly grin grows on your own lips.
It hurts so, so deeply that Jongho won't be a part of his own child's life the way he was supposed to be. And yet, you can't help the joy and butterflies swirling inside your belly when you and the man you've fallen so hard for get to see those cute little movements or the excited expression of sheer wonder on his face.
"He's gotten better," you sigh happily. "He's more active in the morning or at night. He hates it when I'm trying to rest." Jongho laughs softly at your reply, humming before he moves, carefully bending himself down to press his face close, the rough stubble on his jaw scratching you through the fabric.
"It won't be long," Jongho mutters, kissing your stomach gently as he reaches for his shirt. "The sooner he comes, the easier it'll get for you, Y/N. You'll be a new mom before you know it," he remarks, pulling the shirt over his head, yanking it into place with a small shake, fixing his tousled locks. His words sink in and the tears sting more now than before. A sick, awful feeling writhes inside, making your chest tight and painful and a bitter laugh rises, leaving your throat.
"That's exactly what I'm afraid of."
Jongho pauses in buttoning the front of his shirt and slowly tilts his gaze up until his eyes, now void of their earlier glow and life, meet yours.
"The moment he comes, Taeho has him legally," you sniffle. "The contract...the threat," you mumble, trying not to let the sobs catch hold. "That's the first thing he'll demand when he's born. He'll become his son."
Your breath leaves in a choppy rush, the baby reacting in sync with you, the kick hitting at your side. Jongho lets his shirt fall, forgotten, and walks back toward you, cradling the swell.
"Everything's going to be fine," Jongho assures you. You hate how much comfort is found in his warm presence, in his strong touch. His nose grazes along the smoothness of your cheek before his lips press to the skin, dragging a path to the corner of your lips.
The softest whimper slips and you lean into his embrace, pressing your forehead to his as you both cradle your child.
"I'll find a way, I promise," Jongho whispers the oath and leans away, taking your chin between his thumb and fingers, gently coaxing you to look at him. "No one and nothing is taking my son or my wife from me," he murmurs.
Wife. You smiled at that thought, feeling the love you felt for him flow throughout your whole body.
"So wait for me," he pleads, cupping your cheeks and running a thumb against the soft skin. His eyes are intense but hopeful, pleading, even, for you. You nod, unable to put your own feelings into words, knowing if you did, your heart would tear itself to shreds. So instead you accept the tender kisses he presses to your temple.
For as long as you're able, you stay pressed into his body, feeling the warmth and smelling the soap clinging to his clothes from his shower earlier. Jongho's touch comforts you, keeping you steady even when a particularly strong kick from your son makes your foot waver and you gasp softly in surprise. Jongho grunts, steadying you and rubbing over the swell of your stomach with a gentle look.
"Let's get you in bed," he says gently, guiding you the last few steps to the mattress, turning down the sheets as you get comfortable. Once you've settled, he climbs in beside you, draping an arm over you as he plants his chin atop your head, and waits silently, ready to settle you further into his embrace should the baby choose to cause you discomfort again, as if he knows just from your reaction.
And despite how safe you feel lying next to Jongho, how his touch calms your child into a peaceful stillness, the nagging feeling of impending dread doesn't fade, and you cry yourself to sleep with him by your side.
"Jongho," you breathe, shaking him awake. "Jongho, I think it's time," you warn and a rush of panic flows through you both as he moves quicker than a lightning flash, stumbling from the bed in his haste to run out of the bedroom to call Dr Kim, who was staying with a few nurses on standby to look after your impending delivery.
Taeho didn't want you delivering the baby in a hospital, afraid that people would find out the baby isn't his and ruin the image he's cultivated. A home delivery made much more sense, and he didn't think twice about spending the money to hire a team of medical professionals to handle your birth and sign an NDA.
Jongho runs back into the bedroom with Dr. Kim and the nurses hot on his trail, calling for you.
"Y/N!" Jongho shouts frantically before his eyes lock onto the sweat beading across your face, worry and pain clear on your features. He's by your side within seconds. "Baby, I got you," Jongho mutters shakily, kneeling to grasp your hand in his.
You gasp through another contraction and it seems almost instant, the next, how fast it was compared to the previous, you can't hold back, crying through the pain as the contraction starts up again and never fades away, like they had told you would eventually happen. The midwife runs to get the supplies they'll need.
"Fuck!" you cry, throwing your head back.
Jongho jumps up and helps position the pillows to comfort your aching and sore muscles. After that, you hardly take notice of anything else around you. Your ears ring and your world fades to a faint murmur as you ride through each contraction and push. The only thing left is the physical and mental strain. The ache in your muscles as you push your son into the world and Jongho's touch, supporting you. You gasp in heavy, desperate breaths as the minutes blur, counting from ten to one, the way Dr. Kim instructs you.
Jongho presses kisses to your damp hair, your cheek, the crown of your head, anything and everything, whispering words of encouragement in between. The way his voice trembles in anticipation, the fear hidden in the depths, has you gripping his hands tightly. It isn't until a squealing wail reaches your ears does a tired smile form.
Dr. Kim nods, laughing in triumph at his accomplishment, handing the baby boy over to his nurses before looking back at you. "Your firstborn, Y/N. Congratulations."
You were going to thank him but another wave of pressure hit. You loll your head back and moan. Dr. Kim frowns in confusion. "I need another set of gloves. Stat."
Before you can question, another nurse is right beside the doctor, handing him a pair and Jongho squeezes your hand, looking at Dr Kim and the nurse in silent question.
Dr. Kim looks up after another minute or two passes. "Looks like there's another one in there," Dr Kim states with a chuckle.
You didn't think you had enough air, enough energy, enough life to utter another word, but in that instant, you snap to reality and your eyes widen.
"Another?" you breathe, staring at Dr. Kim like he's got four heads.
"He or she will come a bit faster now that their older brother has come." He winks and looks back, nodding. "It won't be much longer."
And Dr. Kim was correct, before you realize the nurse has cleaned up your daughter, swaddling her and tucking her next to her brother, and she's screaming just as loud, her fists waving in the air angrily, while Dr. Kim and the others clean up.
You're shocked. The sight of them lying side by side is unreal. You stare at them in awe and disbelief, feeling a burning in your chest. You glance at the door before turning to your beloved, trying to keep your tears and voice controlled and hushed.
"We have twins," you whimper. The surge of emotions overflows, and you fight them back desperately.
Dr Kim dismisses the nurses once you and the babies have been cleaned and changed, before turning to you. "Y/N, you have delivered quite the miracles. But once Taeho finds out that you delivered twins..."
"Can we...can I trust you?" you implore and the doctor's eyes widen.
"I will do anything to help you," the doctor assures you.
You pause for a brief second, contemplating, weighing all of the pros and cons before nodding. "Taeho needs to be led to believe that I only delivered one child, my son."
Dr. Kim's brows furrowed in confusion as he stared.
"Please tell your team to tell Taeho that I delivered only a son," you said, knowing that the nurses were standing outside waiting for an order, to spread the information that only you had delivered. "He cannot, under any circumstances, discover that there is a second child. As far as he needs to know, it's just my son that he will claim as his. Taeho cannot know I gave birth to a daughter."
"But Y/N, the little miss needs-"
"I beg of you, Dr Kim," you sob. "It's hard enough that Taeho wants my son but…" You start gasping through the building tears, taking slow breaths to keep yourself calm. Jongho wraps his arm around you gently, rubbing your back. "But Taeho can't have my daughter either! He can't keep both of them away from me."
Dr Kim takes notice of you and sighs deeply before nodding and walks out to his group, leaving you alone to watch over the sleeping babies. Jongho notices you fiddling your thumbs, as if you're debating something in your mind.
"Y/N? What is it?" he whispers, coaxing an answer from you.
"Take our daughter to Soojin," you order softly, turning your gaze to the young man beside you. "She knows about us and she hates Taeho to the core. I trust Soojin more than anyone. She will know what to do and keep her safe."
"Are you sure?" he hesitates.
"Yes," you whisper, taking in her beautiful features. Her cute little nose. Soft cheeks. Eyelashes. She was an angel. The best parts of him and the best parts of you. "Just until we're finally free from him."
Jongho looks at his little princess, leaning down and carefully pressing a kiss to her crown. "Don't you worry, baby girl." He grins, pride and joy apparent as he nuzzles her. "Papa is gonna protect you. I'll protect you and your brother from him, no matter what."
“Jongho,” you call out.
“Yes, love?”
“Jieun,” you started. “I want our daughter to be named Jieun.”
“Of course,” Jongho replies. “Our little princess, Jieun.” Carefully he gathers his daughter, and though she fusses a bit, she calms as Jongho's hands grip and sway gently, rocking the babe in his arms as she falls into a slumber.
Dr. Kim enters back inside and shuts the door. "Everything's arranged," he mutters. "The secret will remain with my staff and I. It'll be tough, but as a fellow father, I know how painful it is to have your children stolen from you. Even more so when a mere man steals another man's family."
The relief crashes into you like a giant wave and your heart slows its heavy thumping and you reach out, hugging the physician close. "Thank you, so much."
"You're like a daughter to me, Y/N," the elderly man smiles, pressing a hand to your back, gently patting and embracing you before leaning away. "I've looked after you for fifteen long years. I wish things were different and that this wasn't the situation but I promise, you and Jongho won't have to do this alone. I'll do everything in my power to protect your son and daughter."
He pats you back, carefully supporting you as Jongho leaves with a faint smile, disappearing down the stairs before Taeho appears in the doorway moments later. His eyes glint darkly in the light of the room. A storm is brewing and as soon as his gaze lands on the child in your arms, a sadistic grin splits his mouth, wickedly joyful.
Your baby coos and gurgles, waving his tiny fingers excitedly. A stark reminder of just how small he is and just how helpless the two of you truly were against Taeho.
"Well," Taeho says, coming around the bed to look over the bundle nestled close to your breast. "There he is. My son," he gloats smugly, "finally arrived."
Dr Kim shifts from foot to foot uneasily and bows, clasping his hands together in a prayer gesture in front of him.
"Congratulations on your healthy child, Taeho. He's a beautiful baby. Though, unfortunately, Y/N is very tired and worn out, so I must take my leave. I'll be back in the next day or so to check in on her." Dr Kim gives you a subtle nod as he walks to the door. He disappears then and shuts the door quietly behind him.
Taeho lifts his eyes and catches yours for the briefest of moments before he lifts his new heir from the blanket, turning to face the window. "I will let you name your child," Taeho starts off, frowning. "You are his mother, after all," he mocks bitterly.
The cold words cut sharply, making your skin tingle. Your son snuffles against your shoulder and your blood turns to ice.
"Jongseok," you choke out. The baby quietens in his slumber at the sound of your voice. "Jongseok." You blink, breathless. "My baby boy, Jongseok."
Jongseok's tiny mouth pouts open in the perfect circle before yawning and shifting.
"Good," Taeho says as he puts the newborn back to your hold. "A fine name for my son."
Your eyelids droop in the sheer exhaustion seeping from each pore and he glares before a cold laugh rolls from his chest, jostling you awake.
"Get some rest," Taeho instructs with a knowing, sinister grin, making your blood run cold. "After all, you need it to raise my son and make him perfect."
With those final, foreboding words, he steps toward the door, reaching for the handle. Just before he pushes it open, he stops.
"Oh and, wife," his tone is unnerving and you know what's going to come out of his mouth is going to be ugly, "don't step out of line. Or you and Jongho will never see Jongseok again."
As Taeho shuts the bedroom door and saunters off, the grip around the precious bundle tightens ever so slightly, careful not to crush the precious new life, a tear finally falls from your eyes.
